Kitty and Ken Sleazy

They slip into the empty barn. Quiet. Smell of old wood and hay. Kitty spots the gear and her eyes light up. Whips. Crops. Rope. That’s all it takes. She tells Ken to strip. He does. She watches him get small under her stare, then makes him crawl and lick her boots until the leather shines with spit. His tongue works the heel, the sole, every inch she points at. Next comes the crop. She swings until his ass glows red, each stripe a promise that pleasure will cost something. She orders him hard. He struggles. She helps with a tight grip and a mean smile until his cock stands. Rope follows. Ankles. Wrists. Chest. She leaves him trussed and trembling. Her mouth hovers over his cock, breath hot, lips brushing but never giving. At the same time her fingers snap clamps onto his nipples, twisting until his back arches against the rope. Later she unties him just enough to flip him onto his back, plants her ass on his face and grinds while his tongue works to please her. She rides his cock next, but he can’t make her come. She laughs, pulls off, and lines up behind him instead. One hard thrust and she’s buried in his ass, fucking him until she shakes and comes. Only then does she let him finish, stroking him until he spurts across his own stomach. She stands, wipes her boot on his thigh, and walks out without looking back.