The Will of Kat - Sex Stories

The Will of Kat

... beautiful human being I had ever seen.

I went instantly and painfully hard. I suspect she had this effect on everyone. Even Kerry winced, and he's totally gay. Unlike me, who can be persuaded to play with the girls on occasion. (Actually, I am gay. But I'm also submissive and obedient and love being used.)

My second jaw dropped because I recognized the more delicate looking woman who accompanied her. And had reason to know she wasn't delicate at all.

"Kat?" I stood grinning, but then sat and bowed my head when the Goddess glared at me. "Sorry, Ma'am."

Kat was looking at me with equal amazement. "I remember you?"

"Will," I reminded her, flicking a glance from under my bangs.

Kerry stood, holding out a hand to the women. "I'm Kerry, good to meet you. But how do you two know each other?"

The ladies settled, introducing themselves. Kat was still staring at me. I looked to her wife for permission to speak and received a gracious nod.

"I met Kat the last time I was in Vancouver," I confirmed. "She saved me from an ass kicking." I turned slightly to Kerry and said in a fake-whisper, "And we're probably screwed!"

He grinned, and asked for details and I explained that nearly ten years previously, fresh out of college, I had been in the States to visit my dad and then travelled with a friend to Vancouver Island.

We did zip-wire and then camping and hiking (and then repeated the zip-wire because it was awesome!) before heading back to Vancouver itself and ...

... our flights.

My mate's flight had left the afternoon before mine, so I had a night to kill and had spent some time getting chatted up in a bar. Nothing heavy, just making out before my impromptu date got a cab home and I headed back to my hotel.

It wasn't even that late, but I got turned around and found myself in the wrong street, and the wrong kind of street, with the wrong kind of crowd. Who I belatedly realized had been watching my snogging session and followed me.

Cut off, surrounded, and searching their faces to try and see if this was going to be a roughing up, a beating, or worse.

That sinking feeling when it's seven against one, and the outcome seems to be inevitable.

I edged back, trying to give space, not ground, as the ringleader gave me a couple of, what he no doubt considered, playful slaps.

"What's wrong pretty boy? Awww, he's gonna cry!" His gang laughing with undue hilarity.

I decided the only way was through. I sure as fuck was gonna try, as the leader sneered and made a fist, and then dropped. Just dropped to the ground without a sound.

I blinked as an absolutely massive dildo boomeranged off his (now unconscious) head and into the face of one of his cronies, obviously breaking his nose.

Two down.

What the hell?

I looked into the shocked face of number three, whose expression turned ugly before his mouth opened in a wordless scream and he fell to his knees, face crumpling.

His falling dislodged the booted foot that had ...