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Coming Soon: Chastity Boy Part 3!

Hi folks. I've returned to work on the Chastity Boy series recently due to it's continued popularity. Also, I find Kayla to be a really fun character to write. She's gone from wide-eyed ingenue to demanding dominatrix, and with this third installment of the series, she's going to go even further in her dominance of Trevor. Plus, there's some love stuff in there too. Because I'm just a big softie at heart :)The new anthology is available for preorder here.Hope you like it!

Introducing Katt Ford Quickies!

Hi folks,Being an erotica writer means always being willing to try something new.As some of you may know, I typically release stories of around 5000 words four times a week (that's something like 13-15 kindle pages, according to Amazon). If the series is popular, I'll usually start bundling those stories so that the cost doesn't get too insane for readers.But this week, I'm trying something new.I will be releasing a very short story (2500 words) EVERY DAY THIS WEEK. The stories will be priced at only 99c each - far lower than my usual $2.99. AND, for those of you subscribed to KDP Unlimited, the stories will all be free!I'm calling these micro-stories Katt Ford Quickies. They only take ten or fifteen minutes to read, but as a whole they will build into a longer arc. I hope you like them! Click on the picture below for the first story in the series (which is actually the usual 5000 words - it's really hard to set up a story in less than that!)Queen Beats KingWhen multi-millionaire Steve Gabris has a big win at the poker table, he feels ready to take on the world. Born to privilege, he's not a man who is used to not getting what he wants. But Sasha is not what Steve takes her for. Not only is she a married woman, rather than the escort Steve thinks she is at first. But she's a married woman with a secret. A secret taste for female domination and male chastity. And Steve is just the kind of guy she loves to put in his place...Click here for more...

High School Hotwife 1

"...The crowd slowly grew. Drew had chosen the men’s bathroom for our encounter, and men slowly trickled in. Once they saw me, moaning and gasping like an animal on the end of Drew’s cock, none of them left. With every passing moment, the crowd grew larger as men peered over one another’s shoulders at the open door of the stall, jostling for position as they tried to see more of us. I lost count of the men who were watching, just as I lost count of the orgasms Drew’s cock gave to me. All I knew was pleasure and scrutiny, the red-hot mix of shame and pleasure that was igniting me like nothing ever had before.But at some point, even I noticed that the crowd of watching men had grown quieter. While the loud yells of my last orgasm still bounced back from the walls, I turned my flushed face to the crowd. A small space had formed at the cubicle’s open door. And another man had joined the crowd. I gasped loudly as I saw my husband.“Hey, Foreskin,” Drew grinned at my husband. “Just having some fun with your wife here. Don’t worry, you’ll get her back in one piece. More or less.” Jonathan’s face was an unreadable mask, his features barely moving. Only his eyes, wide and round like a frightened horse, roamed over me as I gasped and shrieked. Only the faint trembling of his lips gave away the turmoil that I knew raged underneath that pale mask. Behind him, the watching men nudged one another and smiled, and my heart contracted with pity and love as I looked Jonathan right in his wide wet eyes.“Aren’t you…going to…stop…me?” I gasped, my speech punctuated by the moans and shudders Drew’s cock was causing. If being watched by strangers had been the most erotic experience of my life up to that point, having my husband watch another man take me eclipsed the earlier sensation completely. My stretched pussy clenched and squeezed Drew’s cock tightly, and I could feel the most powerful orgasm yet swelling inside me. I hovered on the precipice of bliss, my body shaking while I stared at my husband.His lips trembled. His hands shook at his sides. His eyes rolled wildly in his head. And as I watched, stars exploding in my skull as Drew fucked me to yet another orgasm, Jonathan slowly shook his head.“No,” he said, his voice a hoarse croak, his throat as dry as the stony bed of a creek in summer. “No. I’m not.”...

Girl's Weekend: Parts 1-8

...“I was a bad girl in Vegas,” she said quietly.“Oh? How so?” My heart thumped steadily under her hand as I waited for her to answer.“Promise you won’t be mad?” she said. Nervousness was starting to pluck at the loose cords of my emotions as I wondered what my wife was about to reveal. She’d already said she hadn’t lost much money. What else could possibly have happened? Fear rose like a dark moon inside me as my mind raced.“What did you do?” I asked, more firmly this time. Selena’s brown eyes met mine again, shining like copper in the light that slanted in through the window. My heart contracted.“I slept with someone,” she said. And my hot heart shattered.“What?” I spluttered. A dream had suddenly turned into a nightmare, and I was having trouble keeping up. “Who? Selena, what the fuck? You cheated on me?” I rose from the bed, struggling to sit up while the sheets crumpled around me. Selena watched me rise, the fear that gripped me plain in her eyes as she spoke.“It was - Rebecca,” she said finally. “We - we had sex.”“You and Rebecca?” My heart surged and sank, as though cresting the peak of some roller coaster. I breathed out in a long sigh, my hands unclenching slowly. “You slept with Rebecca.”“It just sort of happened,” Selena said. “Please, baby, I didn’t mean - it was just one of those things - I don’t even know why, I just - “ her hand clutched my leg as she spoke. A smile crept across my face as I looked down at her tormented face. Giving in to a sudden urge, I bent over her and kissed her.“It’s ok,” I said softly. “That’s not - I don’t even consider that cheating.” Selena’s eyes narrowed.“You don’t?”“Not with another girl, no. Though to be honest, I never thought you had it in you. You’ve never said you were into that.”“I’m not! I didn’t think I was. It just - well, you know she recently split up with her boyfriend, and we were talking about how lonely she is, and then - it just sort of happened.”“That’s it? It just happened?”“Well, there was a bit more to it than that.” A shy smile plucked at Selena’s mouth now as she gazed up at me. I could see the excitement building in her, and I could feel it building in me, too, my cock still slick with her juices nevertheless swelling ponderously against my thigh. The thought of the two of them together danced in front of my eyes, a fantasy I would never have dared admit to having now brought out into the world by some inexplicable magic. It was irrational, maybe. But I wasn’t the least bit threatened, even if I probably should have been. The idea of my wife sleeping with her sexy friend was too erotic to frighten me.“So tell me about it,” I said. I leaned back on the pillows, and my cock slowly rose into the air between my legs.“You want the details?”...

A Weekend Away 1 - Tina's Big Idea

“What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?” she asked in a quiet voice. Her blue eyes glittered as she turned them on me.“I - I don’t know,” I said, trying to ignore the steady hardening of my cock under the water and my wife’s creeping hand. “Nothing, really.”“You don’t have any kinks or fetishes?” she asked. The smile on her pink lips was disarming, but my skin prickled uncomfortably. It had taken me months to open up to Alice when we first started dating. I’d known Tina for years now, but that didn’t make me feel any less awkward at the directness of her question.“Not really,” I said. And it was kind of true. I didn’t really think I had. At that time, sex for me seemed good enough, without any further complications. On the occasions when I had recourse to the internet and its infinite supply of pornographic material, I never felt any real need to go hunting for specifics. My mainstream tastes were usually catered to on page one of any site I happened upon. I’m not naive. I know there’s a whole world of sexual exploration out there. I’d just never felt the need to stray too far from home.“Pity,” Tina smirked. “How about you, Al?” Alice giggled as she pressed her body closer to me. The water bubbled up between her breasts, her big boobs shuddering invitingly in the dim light as her hand slid further up my leg.“You know me, T,” she said. “Nothing wild. Just a few little…impulses.”“Really?” It was Tina’s turn to giggle as I turned to my wife in surprise. Six years of marriage and this was the first I was hearing of any impulses. I had always thought my wife’s tastes fundamentally the same as my own in the bedroom. Good head, good sex, some cuddles after. Nothing fancy. No need to put on a show. As far as I knew, she had no complaints. And hearing her talk to Tina like this pressed the button hidden deep inside every man, the button marked ‘inadequacy’. “What kind of impulses?”“Well…” Alice’s eyes were shining as bright as Tina’s as she turned them from me to the other woman and back again. Her teeth showed as she smiled, white against the growing darkness, and her tongue traced the shape of her lips mischievously. “I’ve always thought…no, it’s too embarrassing!” She covered her face with her hands as she dissolved into a fit of nervous giggles. Steam rose from her shoulders like the clouds that swell from the wooded slopes of the mountains after rain. Her brown curls were tied back behind her head in a ponytail. I remember when she bought that bikini, for a holiday to Mexico last winter. Hot pink and carefully underwired, it did outrageous things with her already mouth-watering cleavage. My cock surged desperately under the water as I looked at my wife, still as sexy as the day I married her. The thought that she had some hidden depths of sexual desire only made my own arousal grow.“Come on, we’re all friends here,” Tina goaded her. “I guarantee you it’s nothing I haven’t heard before. In fact, I’ve probably tried it before.” Alice laughed as she removed her hands from her blushing face.“I bet you have, you skank,” she laughed. Tina shrugged.“It’s just sex,” she said. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”“Ok.” Alice sat up. A sheen of water slid over the soft skin of her breasts in the tight pink bikini top, making my breath catch in my throat. Her eyes, a deeper blue than Tina’s pale irises, looked dark in the gathering night as she shifted her gaze between the two of us. I couldn’t tell if it was nerves or desire that made her bite her lower lip that way, but whatever it was, I couldn’t ignore it. The idea of my wife as some naughty little kinkster was making my blood throb.“Sometimes,” she said slowly, and her hand dipped below the water again. I tried not to jump as I felt it find my thigh. “Sometimes, I think about…watching. Or being watched. Like, in public or something.” Her hand was between my legs now, and I coughed in a feeble attempt to disguise my gasp as my wife’s hand found my throbbing manhood. She began stroking me, right there in front of her best friend, and if the bubbles of the hot tub concealed what she was doing, that did nothing to rob the moment of its dark eroticism.

The Smut Writer 3 - Katy's Chastity Slave

“You know what’s going to happen next, don’t you?”“Yes, Katy.” Alex’s body lay stiff beneath her, stretched out on the bed as though on a rack of agonizing bliss. His shoulders heaved, the muscles in his arms bunching like rope, but Katy’s knots held. The panties she had used to tie him to the bed warped and stretched, but held. Katy lay beside him, half on top of him, her weight pinning his legs to the mattress. His cock was the freest part of him, jumping and twitching in the air between them as she smiled up at him. His hot shaft glistened with her saliva, her soft, plump lips parted as she grinned at her helpless captive. She couldn’t stop smiling, swept up in her own sense of limitless power.And he never wanted her to.Her smile, her glowing gray eyes, her inviting lips - it was all too much, and yet he never wanted it to end. He longed for this heavy pressure to be released, and yet he wanted it to continue forever. There was something inside Alex that needed these extremes, that dreaded the lukewarm flatness of the quotidian world and sought refuge where the shadows were darkest. There was - though he would never put it this way - some wild unspoken belief in him that things could be pushed further, taken beyond mere sex into realms of pure fantasy and ecstasy. And even if he would never have put it in those words, he could see the promise of a darker, purer world in Katy’s granite-hued eyes, every time she smiled at him.“I’m going to lock up this cock,” she said slowly. As though he didn’t know it all too well himself.From the day they met, all those months ago at a bar Alex had been reluctant to go to in the first place, she had wielded the most outrageous power over him. But thanks to her discovery of the locking chastity device, her power now was unparalleled. He couldn’t cheat on her - not that he ever would. He couldn’t even touch himself to relieve the sexual pressure created by her remorseless teasing. She controlled his sexual release, granting or withholding it as she saw fit. And the humiliation of her holding this power over him only added to Alex’s predicament. Being controlled, being owned by her was a thrill like no other. No, he never wanted it to stop. Even when the fear of her made him tremble. No; especially then.

The Smut Writer 2 - His Reward

“Oh my God, Alex.” Katy’s beautiful body rocked rhythmically on top of his, her voice catching on the raw edge of pleasure as she played with herself. “Is this what you think about when you think about me?” Beneath her painted eyelids, her gray eyes glittered. Alex thought of the sun dancing deceptively on a deep and dangerous sea, and his heart quivered in his chest. Exposure. It terrified him, even now, even though Katy had given him no reason to fear it. Though that wasn’t quite true, he corrected himself. Unlike other girls to whom he had tried to open up, Katy wasn’t scared off by the labyrinthine twists and turns of his secret mind. Quite the opposite. Knowing what went on in his head was a huge turn-on for her. Alex was under no illusions. The truth was, Katy was way out of his league. Beautiful, intelligent, successful, she could have any man she wanted. The only thing he could think that had drawn her to him in the first place was exactly those wrinkles of his psyche he had spent so many years hiding from the world.Old habits die hard. Even in bed with the most beautiful woman in the world, with the air dripping with pleasure and the scentless hormones of sexual desire, Alex struggled to admit the truth. What he wanted, what he needed, was hard to admit even to himself. To be taken. To be dominated. To be made to submit, to grovel and beg, to bow as an inferior to a will more powerful than his own. And he knew that it was what Katy wanted too, their mutual desires fitting perfectly up against one another like two pieces cut from the same dark puzzle. But that didn’t make it easy to say.Katy’s sharp heels rattled against the headboard of the swaying bed. Her legs trembled with excitement, and Alex suspected that if he wanted to, he could probably wrench his hands free from under her feet. But they both knew that he wouldn’t. Katy’s hold on him was far more powerful than the physical. He needed her, like an addict that submits to the needle until they can no longer recognize themselves. Sometimes, Alex looked into the swirling steel-gray depths of Katy’s eyes and wondered if he would ever be free if her. In his hidden heart, he hoped not.

The Smut Writer - Part 1

“Ok, let’s see,” Katy said. As Alex lay down on the bed beside her, she spread the papers he had given her on top of his stomach. They lay there, ignored for the moment, rising and falling with his heavy breathing as he watched her hands slip down her body, her thumbs plucking at the thin waistband of her panties. The breath caught in his throat as she pulled the underwear slowly down. The elastic of the waistband clung jealously to her thighs, as though reluctant to relinquish its hold, and Alex could hardly blame it. Beneath the dark strip of Katy’s trimmed pubic hair, he hungrily watched the glimmer of her wet sex appear, shining in the candlelight as he licked his lips. Katy smiled happily as she kicked her panties off, discarding them at the side of the bed. The mattress bounced slightly beneath them as she moved, and Alex suppressed a groan of desire as she turned and thew one leg over him. Her weight pinned him to the mattress as she sat on his chest. As though he’d ever want to be anywhere other than where he was. Her body rose above him, a symphony of curves when viewed from behind, like some exquisite instrument he both yearned to play and feared being unworthy of. The raw heat of her sex drew its own red echo from his skin, and he hardly dared breath for fear of doing something to derail the moment he so badly longed for.Katy took the papers in her hands. Her dark hair hung down between her slender shoulders like the mane of some wild thing as she tossed her head again. Alex listened to the paper crackle in her hand, dry as dead leaves that tumble from the branches in fall to be replaced by spring’s burning green. There was a moment of silence, while Katy read and Alex waited, watching her from behind as her eyes caressed the words he had written.“Her eyes shone as she watched him approach. Big and round, the bright gray of the sun through a cloudy winter sky, as though a storm had just passed.” Katy read aloud, and the bobbing flames of the candles seemed to shudder and shake to her words, just as Alex shuddered and shook to hear them. His words, in her mouth, the velvet smoothness of her voice caressing each syllable as she spoke them. She turned, peering back at him over her pale shoulder, her face half-obscured by the tumbling waterfall of her silky hair. “Is this about me?” The smile that shone on her lips made Alex’s heart contract with desire as he stared up at the woman he loved. Katy occupied a place in his heart that no woman ever had before, a place he had never even known existed before she came along to fill it. There was no one else like her. There was no one else like him, he had come to believe, over the course of long and lonely years in which he despaired of ever meeting anyone who could tolerate his idiosyncrasies, let alone learn to love them. To meet a woman like Katy, a woman whose own dark parts meshed so perfectly with his light and vice versa, that small dot of darkness that hides inside the bright - he would have once dismissed it as romantic claptrap. Until Katy came along.“They’re all about you,” Alex sighed as Katy smiled down at him like an unexpected sun. “Every single one.”

Ashley's Tease Toy 2 - Parts 8-14

“Down,” Sara whispered, a hand on his shoulder pushing him to his knees. He felt the pressure of all the women’s eyes bearing down on him as he kneeled, naked but for the collar and the cock cage, and waited. Sara stepped back behind him, still holding the leash in hands that she held neatly folded in front of her. Silence fell.The garage door opened, and gasps mingled with shrieks of laughter and cries of delight as Ashley made her entrance. She sat like an empress in an ornate throne, reclining regally in the swaying seat that carried her through the sunny yard. Her chair was borne by four men, one at each corner grasping the thick wooden poles that served as handles, and Kyle gasped himself when he saw that the men, like him, were naked but for cock cages that shone in the sun. Jealousy twisted his already churning guts. He knew Ashley had other men caged. Her chastity boys, she called them. But he had never expected to see them. The men’s eyes sought the ground or flickered to the women present before hurriedly skittering away. They were as embarrassed as he was. But with their orgasms firmly under Ashley’s control, they had no more choice in the matter than Kyle did. Besides the cages, each man wore a leather collar, black rather than Kyle’s white, and a thin chain looped from each collar to wrap around the poles they bore, sealed in place with a padlock. The men were locked to Ashley’s throne by their black collars. Bitterly, Kyle was reminded that he was the only virgin there. Each of these men had fucked his wife at some point, while he himself was denied even that.Reaching the front of the yard, the men halted. At a command from Ashley, they dropped to their knees, and Ashley stood. Kyle’s cock pulsed painfully as he watched his wife step forward, her heels thumping on the wood of the throne before she stepped down to the grass. Her blonde hair shone like spun gold in the light, falling in her trademark soft curls around her shoulders. Her dress was black, too, the full skirt falling in a dramatic sweep from the tight bodice as she walked slowly towards him. Hard to believe that this was the woman who had worn white to their legal wedding just a week before. She looked like an evil queen, Kyle thought, the fairest in the land, and his cock ached at the sight of her. She loomed above him as he gazed up at her hopefully from his knees, and she smiled down at him warmly. He would never forget the fire in her beautiful green eyes that day, the happy glow of power as they formalized her ownership of him in front of her friends. In years to come, the memory would make his cock swell recklessly whenever he recalled what they both came to consider as their real wedding.

Office Sluts 22 - Using The Hotwife

“Up.” Amber’s command was brisk, curt. I winced in sympathy as she tugged on the fistful of Jamie’s hair that she held. Jamie jumped up onto the bed like a well-trained animal, and my cock throbbed at the comparison. They had trained her alright. They had trained both her and me, Amber and Royce using our desire for them to bring us quite literally to our knees. Royce wasn’t even here, but Jamie had grown so used to obedience that she never so much as questioned Amber’s authority. Neither did I. My boss’s wife was about to fuck my wife right in front of me, and we all knew it. And we all wanted it.“Down.” Amber stood at the foot of the bed, pointing at the mattress. Jamie turned, and lay down, her bright blue eyes shining as she gazed at her mistress. Her thin heels caught in the doubtlessly expensive sheets on the bed, but Amber didn’t seem to mind. As Jamie lay back, preparing herself for what we all knew was coming, Amber turned and strode across the room. From my vantage point in the corner, I watched her cross over to the huge dresser that occupied one wall, beneath a flawless mirror. Even like this, in full demanding dominatrix mode, Amber was irresistibly lovely. The black latex hot pants she wore shone as they clung to the curves of her gorgeous ass, her round buttocks enhanced by the tall heels of her boots. Her black corset was tightly laced behind her, giving her figure, already a natural hourglass shape, an almost supernatural erotic appeal. Between her and my submissive wife, splayed out on the bed in her red lingerie with her dripping pussy on display, I didn’t know where to look. My eyes roamed from one beauty to another, feasting on the incredible bodies of the two most beautiful women in the world. To say nothing of Melissa, standing an arm’s length away from me in her little black bandage dress and watching events unfold. It was no wonder my cock throbbed and raged in the empty air, my balls boiling with pent-up cum that Melissa had not allowed to be released.When Amber turned back towards the bed, I let out a low moan that all but disappeared into the damp wad of Melissa’s panties. I’d seen this before. The long pale rod of the strap-on dildo that rose from between Amber’s legs was familiar to me. And from the look of delight on Jamie’s face, I knew my wife remembered it too. It was Royce. A flawless copy of her husband’s conquering cock that Amber had had made for times like this, when he was away on business. Though I couldn’t imagine, when she had it made, that even Amber’s wild imagination had pictured exactly this use for it. She stroked the silicon shaft with her hand as she stepped back towards the bed, strutting slowly in her tall boots while her new cock swayed from side to side. She was taking her time, stalking up to the bed like a lioness on the hunt, and Jamie was her delicious prey...