They Get Caught...

“You guys are all seriously sick fucks.” The matter of fact tone bluntly stated curbed the moment Katrina was having, her body feeling more sexually driven than ever thanks to Zack and Cody enriching her corruption.

“Get yourselves decent.” The 6’4” black girl was all muscle and business on the outside, her uniform showing how trim her body was as she reached for her radio.

A stray thought gave Katrina an idea. “Don’t radio us in. Be honest. This is what you WERE looking for.”

Imani scoffed, straightening out her posture at the audacity of this stranger to presume to know her, and what she wanted.

Katrina moaned softly as she rapidly learned so much about the guard before her. “You came back here to check out where Derek and a booth girl fool around. They choose here because it’s a dead end by the back doors of several vacant shops.” Katrina quickly rambled on, experiencing the memory of Imani being asked to cover for Derek.

“I don’t know what you think you’re…” Imani was spooked, there had to be rational reason. Raising a hand to point at the trio her sentence was cut off by a sultry moan and giggle.

“You often watch porn with people you’re dating. You enjoy it, but not for what the guys think.” Katrina quickly spouted pointing back, and slowly getting up confidently as she saw a scowl cross the guard's face.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing..” Imani threatened, reaching for her radio.

“I’m giving you what you want. What you secretly desire when you watch that porn.” Katrina stepped forward, hands stretched out, palms open as the guard stepped back in response.

“Imani, is that what I should call you?” Katrina pulled the guards dark brown wide eyes back to her. “Or would you prefer Mistress?”

Imani didn’t know why she was pausing, she felt thoroughly creeped out, not only by the fact they had yet to try fleeing, the strangely intimate facts Imani was dismissing as some sort of logical guess in the dark.

“You like the idea of using some other woman, OR MAN", Katrina continued pointing upwards as she added the man remark. “To get all hot and bothered warming up your man with foreplay. Only to have you usurp their place when it's time to fuck.”

Imani frowned, disturbed as this woman somehow knew deep perversions and unexplored kinks Imani had been developing for a very long time.

“You like to be in control. A proper cuck queen. Well I’ve listened. I’m here. Use me.” Katrina blatantly and confidently stated in a softly moaning sultry voice. Bowing down Katrina smiled to herself, feeling an arousing high off of the psychological torrent of arousal storming before her.

Imani fought the arousing idea of pulling this strange, creepy woman by the hair to offer to the guys and having them skull fuck her. Instructing them not to cum as she slowly stripped to get fucked.

“Do it, please…” Katrina moaned, her thoughts corrupted and skewed by the fantasy brewing in Imani's head. “My queen. Just live your fantasy."