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  She knew that it would be much more effective if he was hard when she entered him, so she slipped a hand underneath his hips to make sure he was still erect. She was surprised to find that he was harder even than when she had left him to get the dildo. His penis jerked to her touch, slapping firmly against her open palm, and she clasped the taut head gently, as if it were a fist of pearls. She braced her wide spread hips, and rocked her pelvis backwards, the big muscles of her thighs and knees bunched, and then she searched beneath the joining of her stomach and his back for the parting of his cheeks. The cock head in her other hand pulsed, as she griped the head of the dildo and guided it towards his anus. She felt the head settle in the spiral above his perineum, as the plump hose of his penis guided it away from itself, and it was like a pin ball had dropped into a socket when the head engaged with his anus. She pushed gently with her hips, letting him draw away from her, knowing his movements were hopeless. Inexorably, the firm pressure of her powerful loins pressed the alien head into him, and his head came up, like a swimmer searching for air, as his anus opened and the shaft popped into him. She felt the pressure communicate itself to his cock, as the head pulsed and seeped pre-come on to her palm. She felt the incredible intimacy of the moment, and understood in some twisted way the dark allure of abuse. She dared not stroke him, either front or back, for she sensed he was very close to exploding across her palm. It was clear in every stock still part of his body, from the quivering knob of meat in her one hand, to the ripe curvature of his smooth ass cheeks under the other, that he was unable to resist the pleasure she was giving him. She let his cock go, and fucked him slightly with the black rod buried in his anus. She hoped this would not set him off, as she was already getting her work repaid by the sensations the harness in her groin was sending through her muscular cunt. It pressed against her, as she pressed into him, and she peeled her top down so that her small breasts peeked. She rubbed her nipples, ape like in her triumphant posture. Her powerful thighs flexed, bent at the knee, but well used by hours of solitary exercise to holding this position. A sheen of excited sweat covered her whole body, and her short blond hair tingled itchily as the moisture pooled at the hair's roots. She glanced down at her victim, eyes stinging from the sweat, and feasted her gaze on the sight of the shiny black rod stretching his hairless ass hole around its rigidity. She rocked it in and out of him gently, letting the movement pleasure her wet sex. She enjoyed the clenching of her big buttocks, as the rocking of her hips opened and closed them. The strap chafed a little in her ass crack, but she enjoyed that too, in a perversely masochistic way. Her hand snaked down around to grip his glans again. Gently, ever so gently.

  His shirt was getting in the way, and she released his cock again to pushed the limp white material up to his ribcage. She loved the feel of his flanks under her sweaty palms. She could feel his breathing, shuddery and on the edge of control, as his taut sides shivered under her hands. She reached under him, to feel the stretched plain of his stomach quivering, and then brought her hands back to his cock. Her right went down to the root of his penis, to the hairy juncture where it joined with his abdomen, squeezing him hard, while her left cautiously settled around the hot rim of his glans. He tilted his bottom up, overcome at last, and she slid the dildo in and out in sure, long strokes that brought low moans from his gagged mouth. She knew he was on the edge of a shattering orgasm, and she wanted to make sure his first one lasted as long as possible. She mentally ticked herself off for not fitting him with a cock ring, but her right hand was doing a reasonable job of swelling his cock to bursting, so she settled back in to a comfortable rhythm and judged the state of his arousal by the pulsing of his glans in her other hand. The low moans deepened, becoming more guttural, less controlled, and surprisingly masculine given what he was enduring. She understood exactly why gay men did this to each other, and never felt that they were less the men for that.

  A sudden pulse of come across her thumb brought Kali's attention back to the man she was fucking.

  He was making a lost, helpless mewling in time to her thrusts, as the come spurted out of his hot, jerking penis, in slow flingings of splashing wetness. Long strings of semen flicked messily across her bench in a series of ropey gobbets that darted past the slippery fingers with which she stimulated his cock end. He shuddered convulsively, making the shaft in his ass rub quickly in and out of him. She held him tense, liking the feel of the heavy cock emptying itself across her palm. Her fingers slid back to cup his balls, squeezing the sack gently as it squeezing more juice from it. She actually felt the sperm passing up his shaft with one hand, and then the warm spurt as it splashed across the fingers of the other

  It was highly erotic to Kali to know that she could induce a reaction as intense as this in a man. At last, the seemingly endless flow of sperm was over, and she quickly reached back and helped the black shaft escape from his loosened ass. The dildo popped clear, and she checked his anus had closed again by rubbing it until she was satisfied it was good and tight. She got down on her knees beside his heaving flanks and dipped her head under his hips so she could take the head of his exhausted cock in her mouth, and lick it clean of sperm. He tasted good. Fresh and clean, and the salty, brawniness of his cock caused an answering hush of wetness to swim in her cunt. She never did this with clients, ever, but this was special case she reminded herself.

  Besides, if things worked out, he would be her last case, which was a pity, as she enjoyed her work, but she consoled herself with the thought that this was a high point anyway. Effectively, she had raped him, and he had enjoyed it, however reluctant he seemed at first. When she was satisfied that his cock was completely clean she got off her knees and took the strap on off. She strolled to the sink and dropped it in, thighs and cheeks pumped from the posture she had been holding for over ten minutes. She enjoyed the slight burn, and the way they quivered heavily, front and back. She was ready for phase two.

  Her cunt throbbed, desperate for it's own satisfaction, and she tucked the gusset of her posing costume between its slick lips so that it lay like a binding that cut between them. They rolled and squirmed against its restriction as she sauntered back to stand at the head of her new conquest. She squatted at his head, thighs and cunt lips parting as she descended, so she could look him directly in the eyes. Her knees folded in complicated negotiations of muscle and bone, while the pressure of her calves flattened and bulked her upper thighs in a way that caught her attention for long seconds before she remembered why she had squatted down at all. When she looked up, he was staring back at her, with his eyes half hooded in that drowsy way men have when they have just come.

  Kali smiled at him,blue eyes twinkling to his brown ones.

  'You enjoyed that, mister Inspector, didn't you?', she said, making it almost a statement, rather than a question.

  He blinked a lazy 'yes' with his eyes, too sated to lie.

  'Good,' Kali said, satisfied with his response. 'And would you like to do the same to me?'

  This time his response was more vigorous. A definite nodding of the head, and a serious widening of his brown eyes, showed how fervently he wished to return the favour to her.

  'Okay,' she said, rising smoothly up so her cunt was again on a level with his face. She pushed her cloth parted slit up against him again, knowing the smell of her slit would awaken his lusts, and swayed it languorously around for few moments so he could really get the scent. The she turned around and bent over, so that his nose was between the slick cheeks of her muscular arse. She tilted her pelvis so that her tight cleft opened and pressed her seam back against him so that he could smell her ass hole. Kali felt a loose rush of ecstasy flow through her as he nosed at her ass crack, sniffing and jerking his head like a dog at a bitch. She rocked her hips forward and back so that her powerful cheeks swelled and clenched in turn, alternately opening and closing her ass cheeks so that the greasy hemispheres nipped at his face. She wanted to make him tongue her, but did not want to risk taking off the gag jus
t yet, so eventually she turned and dipped her head to inspect his loins.

  As she expected, he was stiffening again, so she clasped him about the waist with her powerful arms and physically lifted him, rolling him onto his back as if he were a sack of meal, and letting his stiffening cock bob elastically in to the air. He found the new position a relief, though the roller pad under the small of his back which had previously pillowed his stomach so that she could assault his ass, was now making his hips jut forward so that his cock was hoisted as high as it could go. His taut ball sack bulged beneath it, showing goose-pimpled pink and tightening, as his thickening cock drew the skin about it up like a shroud.

  She threw her leather booted leg over his chest, cunt stretched wide to his gaze, then sat across him with har bottom towards him, without putting any real weight on his ribcage. She shuffled back, until her cuntlips were poised above his mouth, and then took his cock head into her own mouth with a swift sucking movement. She sucked it until it was fully hard, rubbing the shaft with quick, expert strokes of her right hand, while her left cupped his scrotum in a possessive clench.

  It felt weighty, disconnected from him, as if it were a fruit growing wild and strange from his lower abdomen. She tugged it gently, all the time watching the tension in his lean hips grow. His fore head bumped occasionally between her parted cheeks, and she guessed that he was trying to get at her wet slit. The gag frustrated him, and she judged the time was right to free him from its restraint.

  At this point, it could all have gone wrong, but Kali trusted her instincts, and reached the hand that had been cupping his balls back between her legs to expose her cunt by pushing the material in her slit to one side, then settling the puffy lips across to his mouth. She popped the ball gag out from between his teeth by touch, and immediately settled her throbbing wet slit across his lips, both to seal his from indiscretion and to ease the longing in hers. He licked at her, and she shifted her hips so that his tongue directly met her clit. He swirled, and she ground herself against him, making sure that in the throes of her delight she did not smother him by sealing his nostrils with her arse. His cock slipped into her open throat, making her gag, but she had also practised this with dildos, in the long lonely hours when she was on her own, and she easily controlled the reflex and started swallowing the head of his cock.

  She slipped it out again, and sucked it hard, then swirled her tongue around the clean, blunt edges of his plum-like glans. The veins in the thing glistened thickly, especially along the side, normally the underside, that was now facing up. She gloried in the thick strength of it, partly impressed by how quickly he had recovered and partly flattered that she could induce such a quick response.

  She lifted and tilted her hips forward, so that her cunt came away from his mouth, and reached back to pull the thong piece of her costume more clear of her cleft. The cool air between her cheeks told her it was fully exposed, and she settled back, this time with her ass hole over his mouth. He was eager to oblige her, and she felt the wet warmth of his tongue exploring her anal opening. She felt her ass respond to the heat and slipping of his gentle questing, and she purposefully drew it up tight by squeezing the well developed sphincter muscles in her hairless cleft. His tongue followed the retreating ring upwards, and she felt it's intrusion as it slickly probed her, She used a free hand to rub at her clitoris, while the other continued kneading and stroking his thick shaft. Abruptly, she could take it no longer, and she stood as upright as she could, then stepped off, reversed direction and stepped on him again. She gripped the material of her gusset, one hand at the front, one hand at the back, and used the great strength of her arms to pull the material apart.

  She, Kali the destroyer, looked down at his face, as she straddled, open-cunted above him. She put one powerful hand across his mouth, for he seemed about to speak, and with the other reached behind her for his cock. She tilted her ass back and moved his shaft until his cock head was at her anus, then she relaxed herself and bent her thighs so that he entered her. Her control over her anal sphincter was absolute. One second he was outside, the next his cock was inches into her, and then she squeezed her ass muscles so that his shaft was gripped as if by a fist.

  He jerked upwards as far as his tied hands would allow him, and Kali grinned down at him, as his cock slid further into her arse. She worked the tight passage both in and off him, milking his cock with her anus. The feeling was delicious for both of them, and she took her hand off his mouth and pressed hers quickly against his. Her fevered mind absently wondered at her own behaviour.

  She had not kissed a man for a long time, and the knack of it was slow in coming back to her.

  Their tongues met, and at once old instincts surfaced. Keeping up the movements of her ass she started to whisper to him at the breathy moments when their mouths drifted apart.

  'You're fucking my ass now, just like I fucked yours,' said Kali the Devourer, and he groaned helplessly.

  'You're deep in my ass hole,' said Kali, the Destroyer, and he shuddered with lust.

  'I'm milking you with my bottom hole,' hissed Kali, the Eater of Souls, and his cock started to jerk in her rectal passage.

  She sat completely down on his hips, burying his pulsing shaft impossibly deep in to her backside, and ground her clitoris against the hair at his groin. Her ass hole clenched as her orgasm finally claimed her. He roared, and she howled, as her ass sucked the sperm his cock was jetting deep up into her. The connection between them melted, so she was unsure where he ended and she began. She though of how his ass had opened to her fucking, and the remembered sight triggered a second surprising wave of orgasm walloping though her.

  'I fucked your ass good,' she screamed, as she rode the last pulses of his dying cock.

  'Fucked your ass. Fucked your ass hard!'

  'Made you come, you dirty bastard.'

  Ahhh fuuuck!'

  She collapsed across him, thighs, cunt and ass hole burning. The tilting of her hips forward and upward let his cock pop out of her, but she deliberately kept her asshole loose, so that she could enjoy the feeling of his sperm sliding and bubbling out of her. The wet connection of their chests rubbed, and stuck, as their sweat cooled. She lay, content across him, and his nose nuzzled at her hair. She looked up, and her anus finally tightened, cooled by the come that lingered on its exposed rim.

  Eventually, he spoke, and she hardly recognised his voice, so long ago did it seem since he had turned up at her door.

  'Can you untie me, uhhh,' he asked, then paused, unsure of her name.

  'Kali,' she replied, content to rest her tired head against his chest, but rising and stretching a little to unclasp the handcuffs by fiddling expertly with their cunning little hidden catches.

  Then she lay her head back down on him, and he stretched his arms out before hesitantly bringing them down to cradle her resting head. How long they remained like that I cannot say, but for some time they both slept. When they awoke it was to cramp and stiffness both. His hands, even now he was awake, still cradled her head.

  She tilted her head, met his eyes, and got her words in first.

  'Have you got a girlfriend?' she asked, having come to a decision. He pursed his lips, saying nothing, but shook his head in the negative.

  'Would you like one?' asked Kali the Kitten.

  This time the pursed lips smiled, and he nodded the affirmative.

  'Is your name actually Derek?' asked Kali the curious, and he merely smiled and said, 'Steve. Stephen sometimes.'

  'Before you say anything, Stephen Sometimes' she said, when she raised her head and saw him drowsily looking at her, 'I think there has been a mistake.'

  'Oh really,' he said, deadpan, 'and what might that be?'

  'I think it's fairly obvious, Inspector Sometimes,' scoffed Kali the Content. 'I haven't had a TV for years.'

  The end.

  Customer complaints.

  There is a particular sort of vacuous insolence that only the English shop girl has truly mastered
. Centuries of retail trading in England have ensured, that a tradition of sorts has developed, whereby the young women of every provincial town have been trained to adopt an attitude towards customer service, so haphazard and unconcerned, it is only surpassed in nonchalant ineptitude by the employees of local government.

  Connie Masterby stared furiously at the unconcerned checkout girl opposite her and reflected that, if only the carrying of arms were legal, she would quite be quite happy to shoot the little bitch.

  'You've totted it up wrong,' said Connie, trying to keep her voice pitched at a reasonable level.

  The girl, whose name tag identified her as Amelia, merely flicked her eyes off to the right, as if communing with spirits, then returned her blank, blue eyed gaze to Connie's and repeated her own position in a voice as airy and patronising as a children's TV presenter.

  'Nah! S'right,' she insisted,

  'Okay,' said Connie, 'Why don't you call your supervisor, and we get them to check.'

  'There's none in today,' said the girl, idly stroking a stray blond lock back behind her ear and then crossing her hands in her lap. She raised her eyebrows as if to say to Connie, 'Now what you going to do?'

  Connie had a single crisp twenty pound note on her, and no purse. The till seemed to have not recognised the two for one offer on frozen breaded cod, so the figure the girl obstinately insisted was the correct total came to twenty pounds and thirty three pence, whereas by Connie's reckoning, it should have been eighteen pounds and two pence for the small basket of items she had gathered for this evening's supper.

  'Why don't you put something back?' said the girl, glancing at the queue that was forming behind Connie. The people in it shuffled and some of them half nodded as if to agree with the advice of the checkout girl.