Kathy (White Trash Whore)

Kathy opened the front door and walked in, taking off her coat and hanging it on the hall stand. She was surprised to see the light on in the living room and even more surprised to see her husband sitting at the computer.

"Thought you'd be in bed by now Jeff."

"Hiya sweetie, didn't realise it was this late.... how's your day been?"

One thing Kathy really didn't like was when he called her sweetie;

She kicked off her shoes, and then walked over to him, putting her hands on his shoulders before sliding them down to his chest, and then kissing him lightly on the cheek.

"It's just after 1am and my days been the same old busy day at the hospital."

Kathy stood back and undone her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, then undone the buttons of her blouse and removed it. Jeff spun around in his chair and faced her as she sat on the sofa taking off her black tights.

"I better get off to bed now sweetie,"

He said as he stood up and headed towards the door.

Kathy was disappointed, although not overly surprised. She was starting to feel a little horny but she didn't expect anything from Jeff. The last real intimacy they had had was a two minute affair in bed when she was on the day shift about a month ago and she had almost had to force him into that.

"Night night sweetie," Jeff said before closing the door behind him.

"OK Jeff, I'll be up soon."

She took off her bra and panties, laid a towel on the seat and sat in front of the computer.

She scanned her list of friends on messenger, although she remained invisible to everyone.

She actually hated doing that but she didn't want to be inundated with messages, well, not tonight anyway.

She had been logged on for only two minutes when Lenny10_4u appeared in the list.

It hit her like a mild electric shock. A sudden burst of excitement into her ordinary routine life that forced her to feel between her legs for the wetness it had created.

"Oh Lenny, I'm so pleased to see you online," she typed into his message box.

"I really need you so bad right now."

There was a pause that seemed to last forever, then Lenny was typing,

"It won't be long now my sweet little slut."

Kathy was even more excited at his choice of words and found herself massaging her clit even harder. Her legs were now wide apart and she could smell the tantalizing aroma of her warm sex drifting upwards from her crotch, made even more pungent by the 12 hour shift she had just completed.

Lenny had promised her that he was about to move into a house with a couple of friends of his, and it was only a few minutes drive away from the hospital where Kathy performed her nursing duties.

"Oh Lenny, I really can't wait to be with you, I know you can give me what I really need and I will give you anything that you want."

"Baby, you are such a horny bitch, and my cock is throbbing now, just waiting to get into you."

"Fuck Lenny, use your dirty slut, please, be nasty with me."

"Bitch you don't realise how nasty I can be."

"I am yours Lenny, take anything you want....... all my holes......anything."

The dialogue continued in a similar vein until Lenny10_4u was feeding his 10 inches of hard black cock into Kathy's tight little white bitch arse, and a warm wet patch had formed under her pussy as she brought herself to yet another climax.

No doubt a similar wet patch had also appeared for Lenny, as he made an excuse that,

"I have a really important telephone call,"

And hurriedly signed off.

Kathy was not too put out, in fact she was not put out at all, because Lenny had supplied her with 3 orgasms that were equal too, if not better than, any she could remember in recent years, and after all she was his little white bitch and it was her job, as the perfect slut, to ensure that he had a good time, and if she did really meet him..............

And if his dick was really as big as the pics he sent to her?................. And if he did want to really use her?..............

And if she could just call in at his house when he moves?.............

And maybe his friends will be there too?..........

She brought herself to another climax, with her palm massaging her clit, her index finger probing her arsehole.............her mind wandered, imagining how it will feel when Lenny actually enters her through her back door.

She had let Jeff do it, although it was at her request and he didn't seem at all keen.

In fact, Jeff had never seemed at all keen in doing anything. His 5 inches had hardly penetrated her ring before he was grunting and groaning and spurting his muck inside her, and he pulled out straight away and almost ran to the bathroom to wash himself.

At least that gave Kathy a chance to indulge herself with a little fantasy she had.

Scooping his spunk from her arsehole with her finger and eating it.

Kathy liked to have fun, she liked to be............... well..... A little promiscuous, if you like.

Not necessarily with other people, although she had tried to arouse Jeff's interest in her by purposely "coming on" to complete strangers on the odd occasion when they went out together, but this didn't seem to have any affect on Jeff.

She even used to purposely leave the toilet door open as she sat, with her legs wide apart, relieving herself, something Lenny was particularly keen on, but Jeff would always, politely, close the door if he happened to walk past. She had even tried walking in on him, but had always found the door closed and locked during his ablutions.

She breathed in deeply as she moved her index finger back and forth between tip and knuckle beneath her nostrils, her mouth opening as her tongue circled her finger tip, her lips closing on the knuckle as she sucked at it.

The two middle fingers of her left hand hooked inside her, squelching in her wetness then satisfying her hunger for her sex juice as she refreshed the flavour on her index finger.

In her mind it was Lenny using her as she poked, pulled and rubbed harder and harder at her holes.

Two....three.....then four fingers from each hand inside her white bitch cunt trying to pull herself apart in her self abusive ecstasy.

Her body was shaking violently, the towel beneath her wringing wet as she lost control of her bladder, using her wet fingers to tear her bumhole apart, her hands frenzied in their movement between, arse, mouth, cunt, mouth ,nipple ,cunt, arse mouth. Fucking filthy white trash whore......

She closed her eyes, listening as her breathing steadied back to a soft sigh, then looked down at herself.

She needed a shave.....

Stubble was beginning to appear on her pubic mound, giving it the appearance of a strawberry, rather than the soft peach that she preferred.

She yawned, then rubbed her eyes before looking at the clock.

3. 53 Am.

"Holy shit!"

That had been a long session. She stretched as she rubbed her hands down over her body, pausing briefly to congratulate herself as her palms cupped her firm 36c breasts, feeling tiny butterflies still active in her stomach as her fingertips traced lightly over the flatness of her belly, towards her, still tingling, little honey pot.

She stood up, bending slightly at the knees as she wiped between her legs with the palm of her hand, before raising it to her face to sniff and lick it.

She really was a filthy white trash whore, and a smelly one too.

She picked up the towel and used a dry patch to wipe herself before raising it up to inspect it.

There was a slight skidmark on the white towel , she smelled the dirty muskiness before running her tongue over it and sucking it into her mouth.

Then held the still soaking wet patch of the towel over her open mouth and lightly squeezed it, licking and sucking it as it dribbled into her.

She stood for a while, savouring the moment, anticipating times to come, then walked into the kitchen and threw the towel in the washing machine.

Kathy woke up and felt the empty space in the bed beside her, then heard the front door close as Jeff left to go to work.

She pulled off the duvet and felt the chill autumn air from the open window cover her warm naked body. She closed her eyes and lay spread-eagled on her back enjoying the invigorating cool air as it circulated around her.

Glancing at the clock radio she saw that it was 11.30am. Her thoughts were torn between a few more minutes in bed, and the housework that she needed to complete before setting off for her 2pm shift at the hospital.

She rolled over, reached down to the bottom drawer of her bedside cabinet, and opened it to retrieve her personal pleasure maker and a small towel. She plumped up the pillows behind her, half sitting as she laid the towel and vibrator between her legs.

Her sex was moist, which was no surprise to Kathy, and retained an even more pungent aroma than it had before she had come to bed. She dipped her fingers inside and then smelled them as she switched on the vibrator and held it at a 90 degree angle to her slit, parting her lips as it began to work its magic on her clitoris.

Within seconds her whole body started to tremor, her groin area becoming almost electric as she went into orgasm.

As she reached her climax she plunged the whole length deep inside her, the plastic phallus sliding easily in her excessively lubricated cunt.

She fucked herself hard.

Her cunt squelching, issuing a flood of sex juice as the plastic penis pumped in and out of her.

She was sweating.

I know horses sweat, men perspire and women merely glow, but Kathy was sweating, although she also felt a warm glow over her entire body as her orgasm subsided.

She pulled the toy from her flooded front passage and raised it to her face, tasting her juice on her tongue and smelling it before deciding she really was in desperate need of a shower.........

The hot water felt good as it soaked her red hair and cascaded over her body.

She looked down at her slightly stubbly pubic area, then parted her legs and relieved herself.

The golden water spraying her thighs and running down her legs before being washed away.

She was tempted to taste it, but resisted the impulse as she didn't have time to get herself aroused again.

She applied a blob of shower gel to her stubble, massaging it into her mound and either side of the folds of her labia to her arsehole, and then reached for the razor. She began to shave, inserting her index finger into her hole and clamping the fleshy hood of her clit between it and her thumb, being careful not to catch herself as she returned the appearance of her snatch to its pre-pubescent glory. Pulling her pussy lips over her slit as she carefully shaved between it and her thighs and then squatting to give equal attention to her bumhole.

She stood and admired her work and then felt the smoothness with her fingertips to satisfy herself that she had not missed anything.

She stood out of the flow of water and squirted shower gel between her neck and firm boobs, watching the white cream slowly slide down her body and imagining how it will be when she finally has her encounter with Lenny and his friends..........................

Suddenly she realised she was actually in a bit of a rush. Grabbing the sponge she hurriedly washed herself.

Quickly drying herself she draped her gown over her, trying to ignore how wonderful the flimsy material felt as it fell lightly against the curves of her body.

She almost ran downstairs.

Thank God!

Jeff had already cleaned up, bless his heart, washed up, and tidied, and the clothes from the washing machine were now dry in the tumble dryer, ready to be folded and put away.

She poured herself a coffee and went into the living room and sat at the computer.

She drained her cup as the computer booted up, and logged into messenger.

Her friends list was fairly empty but her attention was drawn to an offline message from Lenny.

MOVING THIS WEEKEND MAKE SURE YOU GET YOUR SLUTTY ASS TO THE HOUSE-WARMING PARTY.

Her heart was beating more quickly and the butterflies had returned to her stomach. It was Wednesday today, she would soon be realising her utmost fantasy.

She wanted to masturbate so badly, but decided to put it off until later, so she closed down the computer and went upstairs to dress in her nursing uniform.

Kathy was feeling so sexy, so horny; she chose a black bra with matching lacy suspender belt. Somehow tights did not fit with the mood she was in, and they were so much easier if she felt the need for some sexual relief when she was at work.

She admired her figure in the bedroom mirror before pulling the lacy black thong up over her stocking clad legs and hiding her smooth soft mound. She slipped into her skirt then pinned her name badge on after buttoning up her blouse.

She was singing to herself as she went downstairs to get her coat and go out to the car. She felt so happy................

Her day at worked seemed to be passing more quickly than usual and several people remarked on how cheery she appeared to be.

It was all pretty routine stuff.

She had to give a guy an enema, which was something that Kathy actually enjoyed doing, although she preferred to administer it to slightly younger men, or women, than the octogenarian she encountered today.

Soon enough it was her lunch break, although it was actually 8 o'clock at night, and she went to the staff canteen where she enjoyed the meal that the newly employed cook had prepared for her.

Taking a coffee with her she went into the lounge area to relax in the slightly more comfortable seats and picked up a magazine which she opened in front of her.

She wasn't reading it. She had only put it there to discourage the other people in the lounge from engaging her in conversation and allow her to wallow in her thoughts.

She sipped at her coffee as her mind had Lenny standing in front of her, his massive cock supported at the base by her hand, his foreskin rolled back exposing his thick, purple bell end. Pre-cum dripping invitingly from his pee hole;

She licked her lips as she imagined them being stretched open to accommodate his swollen glans and how she would reach behind him to claw at his tight black buttocks to pull him into her.

She swallowed, then coughed, then sipped her coffee as her imagination had his cock exciting the gag reflex in her throat.

She could feel wetness in her pussy and an urge that must be satisfied, so she gulped down the last of her drink, stood up, and went to visit the toilet.

Closing the door behind her she slipped off her skirt and hung it on the back of the door and then removed her thong. She opened her legs and ran her hand over the wet folds of her vagina then reversed, squatting to sit on the toilet seat. Her arse was taught as she sat, her rosebud poop hole stretching against her fingers as she felt between it and her clitoris.

Her palm pushing against her smooth soft mound as she dipped one, then two, then three fingers into her sodden excited hole.

She was in her own world of sexual bliss as she lost control of her bladder, still fingering herself as she pissed into the toilet.

She pushed a wet finger, as far as it would go, into her arsehole, frigging herself with it as her palm pushed hard against her still peeing cunt.

Her golden flow subsided as her orgasm began the steady rise to its climax.

Pulling the finger from her arse she squeezed her four fingers and thumb together and pushed them hard into her pisshole, enjoying the mildly painful sensation as her knuckles prized open her twat.

She pulled her feet towards the base of the toilet bowl and stretched her knees further apart as she forced her fist still further inside her slutty white bitch cunt hole.

She paused............

with her whole fist inside her,

and listened to the footsteps outside crossing the tiled toilet floor and the sliding of the bolt on the door of the cubicle next to her.

Then to the soft hiss as the person began to relieve herself.

She wondered, but doubted, if the girl next-door would use her visit to the toilet for the same purpose as she had, and found herself quite turned on at the thought.

Then her unknown neighbour farted...........

It was definitely a fart, but sounded more like a squeak, but longer.......

More akin to the creaking of a heavy oak door in an old house.

Kathy smiled to herself and then impulsively chuckled, then wondered at the tightness of the arsehole that created it.

She removed her fist from her cunt and licked at it, listening to the trickle of pee splashing in the water as the girl farted again.

Kathy pushed hard;

She was trying to communicate with the farter next door. A small trickle of piss squirted out as her arse let go a rasping blast of wind. She heard a soft giggle from the occupant of the next cubicle, and then her curiosity started to burn inside her....

She pulled a large wad of toilet tissue from the roll and quickly cleaned herself.

Slipping back into her skirt and stuffing her thong into her handbag she opened the door and walked to the washbasins, looking in the mirror to see her former neighbours cubicle door open and a young girl, dressed in the uniform of cleaning staff, walk over to stand next to her and wash her hands.

Kathy smiled at the girl's reflection in the mirror.............. The girl blushed, but smiled back.

She was extremely slim and a few inches shorter than the 5feet 10 inches that Kathy stood. Her straight shoulder length blonde hair framed her rounded face and her tiny nose and bright blue eyes were emphasized by her slightly pinkish and extremely high cheekbones.

"Haven't seen you around before,"

Kathy said, as she moved to the hand dryer.

"I only started on Monday."

"I'm Kathy,"

She held out her hand as the girl finished drying hers.

" Katy..... Umm.... although most people call me Kat."

She took Kat's hand and Kathy gently squeezed it.

"Nice to meet you Kat, hope you enjoy working here."

Kat responded saying that she had liked it very much so far then her face flushed as she looked up at Kathy and smiled and walked to the door. Kathy opened it for her and they both went their separate ways to their respective places of work.

Kathy arrived at her work-station and, checking her rota, saw that the recently arrived guy in bed 3 was due for his hourly check and a bed bath.

She prepared her trolley and went to the side room off the main corridor of the ward.

He was actually awake when she arrived, which was good news as he had been admitted the previous evening with concussion following a motorcycle accident and had no serious injuries other than bruising, but was being kept in under observation as he had complained of headaches and giddiness.

"Hello darling," he said as she shook the thermometer and placed it under his tongue.

"Hello Bill."

She read his name from his chart and then entered his temperature on it.

"I'm in need of the toilet," Bill informed her.

Kathy asked if he wanted a number one or two and handed him a bed pan when he replied,

"Just a piss love."

Kathy was not surprised at his bluntness and closed the curtain around his bed as he took a leak.

"Don't drink it all at once babe," he said as he handed her the bottle.

Kathy was a little taken aback by that remark, but cheerfully responded,

"Don't worry, I won't."

He laughed as she strapped his upper arm and began to take his blood pressure.

"Don't squeeze me too hard sweetie."

Up until then she had been happy with his comments, but "sweetie" was never a properly deserving description of Kathy.

"Please don't call me sweetie Mister Curtis."

"Sorry love, what can I call you?"

"Kathy will do just fine ...or nurse, if you prefer."

She unstrapped his arm then offered him the small cup with his two pills inside and a glass of water.