Katrina Finishes Her Job

“YES! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME LIKE THE IRREDEEMABLE WHORE I AM!!!” The cries were clear, ecstatic, and resonating down from the floor above.

Katrina glanced to the front door, solidly considering for a moment her course of action. The cries of sex upstairs called to her, her breath weighty and staggered as she closed her eyes for a moment and just listened, the earrings glowing green as they enabled her to hear Elsa and her boss fucking perfectly clearly, the smart tv in the bedroom playing the latest changeroom videos from Elsa’s cloud. She was here to whore herself, an excited thrill and dark forboding wrestled within Katrina as the idea excited and terrified her.

She considered just leaving, but would she get a drive? Or should she be **** to walk the lonely rural streets back to town, her barely clad body growing in audience as she got closer to home.

Transitioning from strangers, to neighbours, and friends the closer she got home. The idea provoked a gasp, a shiver of pleasure coursing through Katrina as Katrina's mind flooded with ideas of the potential thoughts she could pick up.

The daydreams she could fulfill.

Her eyes glowed as she gazed up to the upstairs. I can always do both.

The voice in her head sounded so confidently familiar, yet strangely more provocative and sultry, as the earrings influence empowered the darker impulses inside Katrina’s mind, nourishing them with the Idol’s energies.

Maybe even fuck the driver before he leaves me to walk.

Katrina moaned at the idea, fingering and groping herself there in the foyer as she felt the fiery demands of lust and pleasure.

Resrting to standing up Katrina strutted up the stairs, one by one, each step seeming to resound in her head as her heels hammered down on the hardwood treads.

Hammering one more nail in the coffin of her resistance. She was doing this. She was really doing this.

Katrina’s excitement and enthusiasm grew, as she confidently meandered the upstairs. Peaking in Peter’s daughter’s room Katrina smirked at the idea of corrupting her.

A vision of sitting atop the girl's face on the bed being eaten out, Peter stroking his cock eagerly in th e doorway.

Continuing down the hall Katrina smiled at a family portrait, wondering if Peter’s wife was ever a tramp like those who would be in her bed tonight.

Then smirking at the idea of making her one.

Finally approaching the wide open master bedroom door, Katrina smiled at the video on the screen, Elsa placing a phone down mid call, to continue the blowjob she’d been giving on the tv.

Peter fucked down into the slender blonde sales clerk hard and fast, Elsa’s head hanging backwards off the far edge of the bed as Katrina approached from behind. Casually, calmly, Katrina dropped what little she wore.

The clap of the shoes on the floor bringing a glance from Peter. Smiling Katrina climbed up onto the bed next to him. “Hurry up and cum in this bitch. I’m hungry.” Katrina grinned even more broadly, recognizing the sultry alluring voice from her head, feeling relief at how naturally those lewd words and that idea came to her.

Elsa was lost in the rhythm of being fucked by her boss yet again, loving how some of her actions on the job seemed to invigorate him as they played on the tv. Her own mind lost in the desire that the two were here to enjoy her.

A fantasy she was thrilled to realize as she smiled intently at seeing Katrina wrap herself around Elsa’s boss. She didn’t know what it was, but she and Katrina were alike some how.

Just like so many others Elsa found herself even less able to resist fucking than just the standard run of the mill person.

Something Elsa had to admit, was getting worse.

And she liked that.

Suddenly Elsa felt her body tremble, her back arch, the cock within her pound and hold deep as a new flood of warmth reminded Elsa of the unprotected sex she was having as she whored herself once again.

The orgasm was strangely intense, and beautifully in sync with Peter cumming, his withdrawal from between Elsa’s legs quickly replaced by Katrina fingering, lapping, and suckling the seed out of Elsa. The next clip started playing on the tv. An 18 year old with blonde streaked dark brown hair trying on a dress for prom. Elsa felt herself smirking at the idea of whoring that bitch too.

“Trust me, this is the dress you want for prom.” Elsa’s words to the girl clear on the tv, “The way it clings to your body, hangs from your curves, and most importantly.” Elsa’s hands roamed the girls lithe body, cupping her hips and sides, fondling her chest, and as they retreated back behind the highschool senior with the pull of one string behind the girls neck the neck strap released and the open backed dress went to fall away as it was momentarily clung to the young woman’s chest.

“Let it go.” Elsa seductively, yet sternly instructed. With a moment of hesitation, then a deep swallow her hand released the hold it had, a deep pleasured breath shivering out of her.

“Imagine yourself, there before him, suddenly exposed and fully open to be taken advantage of.” Elsa’s voice suggested with husky gasps as her hands delicately cupped the girl's ass before slipping around to grab her by the hips. “Or is it them you’re imagining.” Elsa then added, staring at the girl over her shoulder into the mirror.

“A suddenly wardrobe malfunction showing those puffy pointed nipples to any onlooker, do you run and hide? Or…” With suddenly **** Elsa shoved the girl to her knees, then dropped her own skirt to the floor before walking around, she shoved the girls face into her mons.

Elsa delighted in being eaten out to this video, relishing the inconsistencies of Katrina’s pleasing her as she began to get fucked like the first time whore she now thoroughly was.

Elsa could feel their mutual corruption mixing and growing, grabbing Katrina’s ponytail Elsa tried to hold the whore's face to her pussy as she neared climax watching as she came across the prom girl's face.

Elsa reminisced about the stunned look on the teen as she was left on her knees, thoroughly used by Elsa as Elsa dropped a business card to the floor with an offer to teach the teen how to really sexually please someone before putting on her skirt and leaving the changeroom.

Elsa screamed out in pleasure as she remembered the flushed embarrassed look on the girl's face as she hurried to buy her dress and leave moments later. The next clip was quickly ignored as Katrina’s mouth became free of Elsa’s squirming pussy.

“COME ON! CUM IN THIS WHORE!” Katrina crudely demanded before shrieking in delight as Peter found himself strangely invigorated to fuck harder.

“This cheap dirty whore you can even knock up!” Katrina added between panting breaths of pleasure and moans.

“A shallow, vapid bitch who’d fuck just for a few clothes.” Elsa added as she crawled around behind Katrina to stare up from the woman’s ass at their mutual employer this night. Licking lewdly across Katrina’s ass Elsa smiled and gazed up at Peter.

“Besides this bitch hasn’t earned your cum yet.” Elsa remarked giving needy eyes pleading for the cum to be sprayed across her face. After all, usually once he got his money shot in she was good to go.

Peter cried out in climax, pulling out of Katrina and grabbing Elsa by her hair and relishing her gasp as his cum spurted across Katrina’s ass. Stepping back, breathing heavily he enjoyed as his slut of an employee licked the cum from the other woman’s ass. Glancing up at the screen he watched as she sucked off a some guy to upsell him on a suit.

Glancing back down he now saw the new girl now making out lewdly with Elsa, his cum clearly being passed back and forth between their tongues as if his most perverse thoughts were clear to the new girl.

“Mmm… We aren’t done yet bitch.” Katrina purred at Elsa, grabbing the platinum blonde’s hair and pulling Elsa along with her down on to the floor before their John where Katrina kneeled and began to passionately mouth, kiss, and suck on his cock and balls.

Elsa was at a loss of what she was being lead into, so many times he had been simply done at that, yet as Peter pulled her head to the tip off his cock as Katrina mouthed a testicle Elsa found herself strangely enthused by this new faucet of what had become simple routine.

“Cum on us.” Katrina pleaded swapping places with Elsa on Peter’s cock.

“Mmm… Mark us as your own...” Elsa added before mouthing a testicle.

“You know you want to see us lap it from each other’s faces, and play with it as we swap it back and forth.” Katrina added before taking a breath and deep throating the cock causing Elsa to drop her jaw in awe at the seemingly professional talent presenting itself.

As Katrina came up off Peter’s cock her timing couldn’t have been better as it erupted across her face, Katrina grinning broadly and an enthusiastically barely squinting as one rope of cum shot across her eye.

Elsa took the queue to lewdly tongue the string of cum up across Katrina’s nose, between her eyes, and then drooling it down into the other woman’s mouth.

After swallowing the swapped cum Katrina proceeded to press Elsa to the floor, eating and fingering the slender platinum blonde for at least another hour as their host watched them go back and forth until they both collapsed into flush sweaty messes much later in the night than the typical visits Elsa had been givimg ran.

Eventually they left, slowly dressing and recovering in the quiet limo ride back to town. Katrina questioning new thrilling perverse ideas swirling in her head, the sources of which seemed to now be growing hazier along the drive. She and Elsa toying with each other lightly until they parted way.