by Kaylee Kane
A victorious smirk split his face. “The pleasure is mine.” He pushed three of his fingers in at the same time, stretching my pussy all of a sudden.
A mix of sharp pain and pleasure shot through my veins, making me scream. I groaned and pushed him on the chest.
“If you can’t take this, how are you gonna take my dick?”
I mentally cursed at him. How narcissistic this kid could be? I was barely able to breathe.
Stars burst in my eyes as Xavior pulled his fingers in and out of my pussy, making it wetter and throb with excitement. After a couple of thrusts, his fingers were slick and wet with my juice. “So wet, Kitty. You’re so horny.”
Xavior pushed them all the way in until his fingers completely disappeared into my pussy. Still, it was too shallow for me. I wanted more and more.
My head felt light when he pulled out with a wet plop and pulled away to undo his belt. Dipping his hand into his pants, he flipped out his penis.
Oh my–my mouth fell to the floor when I saw the size of it. It was beyond monster size. It was so humongous it looked barely human at all. I thought Trixter was big.
Xavior probably had the fattest and thickest dick I had ever seen in my whole life. I wondered if he made it into some world records or something. It pink head glistened with his pre-cum.
“Wait–“
A cry escaped from my throat as he pushed himself into me. I grabbed onto the lounge as the beast size squeezed its way through my already stretched pussy. I wondered how much more I could handle.
I held my breath, afraid if I moved I might split into halves. Most men exaggerated their sizes. I thought Xavior had understated his.
Slipping his hand under my neck, Xavior scooped me up from the lounge so that I sat on his lap, straddling him.
My head was spinning out of control as gravity pulled me downwards, impaling my tight pussy on his fat penis. My mouth fell open as I felt every inch of his girth puncturing me.
“I can’t take it anymore,” I gasped when he filled me up completely, but when I looked down he was only halfway inside me. I held onto his broad shoulders for support, trying to get off him.
“Really, Kitty?” Xavior grasped onto my shoulders and held me down. My legs quivered as he penetrated me. It went in so deep his dick was going to puncture my guts soon.
Tears stung in my eyes as pain and pleasure swarmed in my core. I closed my eyes and drank in the building pleasure while I let Xavior drive. With his strong arms, he grabbed me by the arms and lifted me up and down.
His penis rubbed against the wall of my vagina, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. When he pulled out, the pressure was so great I felt like my insides were being sucked out with his giant dick.
Xavior thrust in and out quickly and roughly, taking no prisoner. My knees turned into jelly.
I had completely surrendered myself to the supervillain’s super dick. Xavior wrapped his arms around me and held me close to his chest. The smell of his manly cologne wafted into my nose and I was already completely intoxicated by him already.
I ran my hands over his back, feeling the sticky soft youthful skin. His heart beat against mine.
The filthy wet sounds of him thrusting into me were getting louder and unbearable, making my insides churn with dark desire. Soon, I caught the rhythm of him slamming his body against mine and fucking me and rocked my body in harmony with him.
Xavior grunted. His eyes were glazed, soaking in the pleasure we both shared. The pain was soon replaced with pure pleasure.
No one had made me feel so dirty and stretched and had fucked me so deeply and roughly. No one had made me feel like a filthy slut more than Xavior could.
I wasn’t sure if I could take anyone else’s dick anymore.
“Let daddy take you to the height of ecstasy. When you get a taste of it, you will never want to go back to your old life anymore.”
Xavior was fucking right. No more turning back for me. Cecily was fucking right too. Having a rich sugar daddy wasn’t a bad idea.
Xavior put his hands under my thighs and lifted me with his strong arms. He tossed me up and down as he continued fucking me. My pussy was crazy wet, my juice dribbled all over the insides of my thighs. Our sticky bodies rubbed together in the gooey mess.
Xavior didn’t care about the mess. He tossed me in the air and caught me with his penis again and again until my pussy was stretched wide, all lubricated to accommodate to his great size.
“I am going to come inside you, little kitty. I am going to fill up that pussy, you dirty little slut.”
In his final thrust, he rammed hard straight into my heart, sending electric sparks straight up through my spine into my head. “Fuck, I am going to come.”
I screamed hard and burst. Warm cum oozing through the narrow slit between his penis and my pussy, creaming on his dick.
He followed suit, exploding into my vagina. Pulling out, his creamy fluid seeped out of my stretched pussy and dripped on the floor. He put me down in the lounge and sat next to me.
To my surprise, he still retained his suave and coolness after the fucking insane orgasm we shared. No one could be the match to his charms when he turned to me with a calm smile.
“I take this as our agreement, Mysterious Kitty.” Xavior’s eyes stilled on my messed up face as he reached for his wallet and whipped out his credit card. “You can use this and splurge on anything your little heart desires. As long as you are mine, I am here to make you happy.”
I looked at the platinum credit card in his hand as the mental pictures of Cecily flounced in my head.
No way. No way. No way.
What would the people say if they knew that the Mysterious Kitty, the hero of their city, betrayed their trust and joined the dark side?
I looked at Xavior, he was still smiling coolly. This young man never lost his shit. “No way I am going to do that, Xavior. Save it.”
A displeased look flashed on his face. “Are you going to send me to the cops now? After we have fucked? Just like what you did to Trixter? Do you just go around fucking with supervillains in your cat mask?”
I just realized I still had my cat mask on and he still didn’t know who I really was. So if I walked out right now, I would still be safe. I wanted that fucking reward. But what good would it do if I turned Xavior in? He was right he would be released again.
I zipped up my catsuit again and ran my fingers through my hair. “It was a wonderful time, Xavior. You’re not that lucky next time I see you.”
“Oh really? You are going to leave like that?” Xavior raised his brow.
“Or do you prefer to spend the night in prison?”
Xavior pressed his lips together and clapped his hands once to unlock the door where I came in from. “See you again, Mysterious Kitty. I believe you will be back soon, for more fun.”
6
“So you say, Cecily, what the fuck is wrong with me?” I chugged down the yucky lukewarm cup of coffee and slumped on my dining table. It tasted terribly disgusting but it was the only thing that made me better after the shit I did.
Cecily glanced at my empty cup and said, “Do you want alcohol to make you feel better?”
“No, thanks, Cecily.” I shook my head, feeling grateful at least I had someone with me at this moment. I had no idea who I could turn to if Cecily wasn’t here. “I need to keep my head clear. I have to go to the lab in two hours.”
I glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. It was already ten past one after I finished telling Cecily everything about what happened in Xavior’s house, skipping the PG-18 details. But she somehow understood. Knowing Cecily, she probably had more experience than I did.
Thinking back, I couldn’t help feeling like shit. How could I, the Mysterious Kitty, betray the whole city by fucking with the most wanted criminal? And deliberately let him go because I was completely finessed by his charms?
“Don’t blame yourself, Kat. I would ha
ve done the same.”
“That doesn’t make me feel any better, Cecily. I feel really terrible. I was entrusted to be the protector of the city and the symbol of nobility, everything the opposite of evil, the opposite of Xavior. But I just literally fucked the enemy?”
“So what? A woman gotta have fun sometimes. You gotta fight for yourself, your own freedom and happiness. The people aren’t going to do shit for you if you end up old and unhappy. And with a load of student loan at your back.”
I reached for my laptop on the table and opened it to check the emails from my students. I already reached seven hundred unread emails.
I wondered what the maximum number was before it exploded. I scrolled the page up and down, unwilling to click into any emails or read the contents.
Not only I was a terrible vigilante, but I was also a terrible mentor. The thought made me want to take another day off. No, I couldn’t. That would only suck me down the spiral of the vicious cycle of feeling terrible and doing more terrible things.
I needed to rectify the situation. My motivation was literally zero I didn’t even feel like doing anything at all, except maybe sleep for the whole day or maybe week.
“To be fair, I have to agree Xavior is really hot,” said Cecily as she stared at the blurry photo of Xavior that I downloaded from the secret camera in my catsuit.
That was the most modest photo I could take of him and I thought even if I let him go, I could hand over his photo to mine some rewards, if not all.
I nodded in a reflex and found the two of us squeeze together in the small screen to take a look at Xavior’s face. He was wearing his signature smirk, probably taken when he was trying to offer me the deal of being his villain sugar baby.
“He looks way younger than us, though. I didn’t know you were into younger kids,” commented Cecily.
I flushed, my cheeks heating up. “Well, you can say I am not really a big fan of dad bod.”
Cecily nodded. “That is true.” She gazed at the photo dreamily, her eyes glazed over. “Can’t wait until my son grows all up.”
“Wait, what?” I shook my head in shock. “You have a son?”
Cecily shrugged as if it was nothing. “Yeah, why? He’s in high school now. In fact, I have one son and two daughters, who are still in middle school.”
What the fuck? Cecily, who went to school with me, already had three children when I was still struggling to pay off my student loan. I raked my fingers over my hair and tugged hard.
“What the fuck am I doing wrong with my life?” I groaned, jumped to my feet, and turned around to reach for the cupboard above the kitchen sink where I retrieved a bottle of red wine.
Grabbing two wine glasses, I poured for the two of us and chugged mine.
“Give yourself a break, Kat. Everybody has a different timeline. Just because I have three kids already doesn’t mean that you need to go back to Xavior tonight and squeeze out his baby in nine months.”
I poured myself a second glass and downed that one too.
“By the way, you didn’t really agree to be his, right?”
“No, I was going to turn in his photo.”
“See, it’s not that bad, Kat. You still have a chance to turn back to the good side, if that’s what you really want.”
My mind was whirling from my own thoughts. Did I really want to go back to the good side? What about Xavior? He was young and handsome and had a great future ahead of him. If I followed him, I would have a great future with him too.
But what about Mysterious Kitty? What about the people in the city? I had no idea how I unconsciously logged onto my student loan account. I shrugged and clicked to check my account balance since I was already here.
“Hang on,” I said. My eyes widened. I gripped onto the table for support as I almost fell off the chair.
“What happened?” Cecily, who was sipping her glass, almost choked. She cleared her throat and asked again when I froze at what I saw on the account balance page, “What is going on, Kat?”
“My student loan!” I shifted the laptop so that Cecily could see the screen. “Can you see what is wrong?”
Cecily scanned the screen and said, “It says you don’t have any outstanding balance. Isn’t that great news? You were always so worried about it.”
“I checked it last month and I am damn sure I still have six figures left.” I moved the laptop back and hit refresh for a couple of times. I checked the account name again. Katrine–that was indeed me. What the fuck was going wrong?
“Maybe the government found out that you were the Mysterious Kitty and decided to reward you for your noble service throughout the years?” Cecily said.
“The government,” I mouthed as my thought went to Xavior. He mentioned something about the government. They were on his side. Xavior was basically paying them.
What if…what if Xavior already knew who I really was? Maybe he paid off my student loan for me?
“Hey, Kat!” Cecily called me again, breaking into my reverie.
“Huh?” I stared at her blankly for a few seconds, waiting for her to say something.
“Someone is knocking at the door,” said Cecily, rolling her eyes.
I shook my head again as I heard the knock this time. The chair legs scraped the wooden tiles as I stood up to get the door. Cecily followed after me.
I couldn’t help picturing the faculty dean standing behind the door, waiting to confront me about my M.I.A. I opened the door to a besuited man and sucked in my breath. Not my faculty dean, I sighed in great relief.
The man looked in his late thirties and had tanned brown skin. When he smiled, he revealed his sparkling white teeth. “Hello, you must be Miss Katrine.”
I glanced at him up and down, trying to make out who was he. “Um, yeah?”
“On behalf of Mr. Xavior, I am here to present to you your new car,” said the man.
My jaw dropped to the floor. Cecily glanced at the man and me in turn, then she whispered in my ear, “And you said you haven’t agreed with him.”
“I haven’t.” I said to the man who already handed out the keys to me, “Where is he now?”
“Mr. Xavior is not here now, but would you like to look at the car?”
My heart pounded in my chest. Questions whirled in my head. How the fuck did he find out that I lived here? How the fuck did he know I was the Mysterious Kitty?
I glanced at Cecily, who looked more stoked than I did, then said to the man, “Yes, of course.”
Cecily clung her arm around mine as we followed the man down the apartment. My mind couldn’t stop playing mental pictures of scenarios that might happen.
What if this man happened to be a hitman? What if Xavior put a bomb in the car to kill all of us? But why would he do that when he could have just ended me last night? If not with his dick?
What was Xavior trying to prove?
The man suddenly pulled up broke into my reverie. Next thing I knew Cecily screamed in joy. A glossy red sports car with a big bow on top of it parked just right in front of me. I saw my own reflection gawking at myself on the tinted side windows.
I couldn’t be wrong with the number plate read ‘Kitty Kat’. He fucking knew who I was.
“This is it?”
The man nodded.
I clenched the keys in one hand and swept my other hand over the spotless body of the car. I never had a car before and now I was about to become the owner of an expensive sports car. I didn’t even know if I could handle this.
“This is so awesome!” Cecily squealed behind me. “I wish my husband would just simply give me a car like that.”
Holding my breath, I pressed the car key, half-anticipating if there would be an explosion. The car beeped to unlock and the door to the driver seat opened upwards.
The scent of leather and plastic from new car wafted into my nostril.
“I hope you like your new ride. If there are no other questions, I will leave
now,” said the besuited man.
I stared at the car for a while, then turned to the man, “I can’t have this!”
Both Cecily and the man looked surprised. “But why?” they almost uttered in sync.
“I am not related with Mr. Xavior and in no possible ways I will accept his gifts, especially something so expensive like a car,” I said firmly. “I insist that you take this back to Mr. Xavior and tell him that I say, thanks but no thanks.”
