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Late Night Home	By : Bonniefan Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 42422 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disney owns, I don’t. I am weak and pitiful, and not worthy of being sued. This is just something I ripped off real quick, in between chapters of something else. Not much story, just pointless, gratuitous sex. Enjoy!

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Late Night Home

Kim pulled into the driveway, her mind whirling. The last hour she had spent with Josh had been great, but he had been distracted by something, and he hadn't been able to give her his full attention. Still, he had made sure she got off a couple of times, and she had made sure of the same for him. But that left her heading home early, not quite as sexually fulfilled as she had hoped. She hoped her husband Ron was still awake to help her relieve the itch she still had.

Not that she didn't love Ron, she did, with all her heart. But there was just something about a different guy. Not exactly better, just different. She would never leave Ron, not in a million years, but there was that itch that she had...

The lights were out as she made her way to the front door, and she figured he had gone to bed already. Kim was disappointed by that, but she understood it was a possibility. Her keys rattled as she put them in the lock, turning it slowly so as not to make noise. The hallway was dark and silent, and Kim slowly closed the door behind her. Removing her shoes, she crept down the hallway, putting her purse down on the side table as she passed by.

She approached the stairs as quietly as she could, hoping to just slide in beside Ron without ever waking him. When the light flashed on behind her suddenly, she turned, blinding herself with the sudden brightness.

“You're late.”

Kim felt a moment of panic, as Ron stood up from his seat in the living room. “Ron...”

“You've been off slutting around, haven't you?”

Kim looked down at her dress, a little black number that was slit down the side, showing a lot of leg. She knew her make-up was marred, and she could feel the telltale trickle of Josh's cum sliding down her bare leg, escaping her bare pussy. For a moment, incomprehension gripped her, followed by a look of panic. “Ron, it's not what it looks like.”

Ron strode forward, his eyes hard and unyielding. “So that's not anouther man's cum trickling out of your slut pussy?”

Kim was startled at the words Ron uttered, he had never talked to her like that. “Ron...”

He shot forward quickly, gripping her arm tightly and pulling her into the living room. Kim resisted a little, but not much, as he pushed her onto the couch, standing over her imperiously. “Strip.”

I was a simple command, and definitely not one she was used to from her loving husband. “Ron...”

“Strip, or I'll strip it off you.”

Kim's eyes went wide, but she slowly responded, lifting the dress up and over her head. Beneath, she was naked, her bra and panties tucked into her purse after her visit with Josh. Her pussy was bare to the open air, and just looking at the red and puffy lips, it was obvious that she had just had sex. The trickle of semen dripping from her and onto the couch was hardly necessary to obtain proof.

Ron's fingers shot down to Kim's bare pussy, shaved as she always keeps it, and ran one finger down the lips, collecting a bit of the cum that was dripping. “I was right, wasn't I? You do enjoy being a slut, don't you?”

Kim just lowered her gaze, unable to meet his eyes. “I'm sorry.”

“You didn't answer my question, now did you. Do you enjoy being a slut?”

Kim's voice was barely a whisper. “Yes.”

Ron leaned in closer, his expression set. “What was that?”

“I said yes.” Kim looked up pleadingly at Ron, her eyes wide. “I enjoy it.”

Ron smirked in triumph, as he played casually with her nipple. “Well then, if I'm going to keep you around, I think I should get a chance to enjoy it as well.”

Kim's eyes widened further as what Ron said penetrated her mind. “Wha...”

“Get my cock out, you bitch. I want you swallowing me down your throat in under a minute, or I'm going to make things very uncomfortable for you.”

Ron's words were startling, enough to make Kim shake, but she couldn't deny what he was saying, what he wanted. She was a slut, and she had to make it up to him. Her hands reached out for his pants, undoing the button of his jeans, and slowly she slid them down his legs. She could see his cock tenting the fabric of his boxers, just inches from her face. Her hands moved to the elastic of his boxers, and tugged them down as well and out of the way, Ron lifting his legs only long enough to get the offending garments off.

Ron's seven inch cock bobbed erect in front of her, and despite the situation, she felt that familiar tingle go through her pussy as she thought about what that tool could do to her. But Ron wasn't giving her time to think. In a flash, he had removed his shirt, and was staring down at her, her head lifting briefly to meet his eyes. When she looked away, she knew what she had to do.

Her mouth moved quickly to cover the head of his cock, her lips moving quickly to seal themselves around around his throbbing meat, and slowly pushed her head forward, swallowing more and more. Her eyes looked up, and could see the look of pleasure on his face as she slowly sucked on the head and shaft. She ran her tongue along the bottom of his cock, and issued a satisfied groan when she felt it jump in her mouth.

Ron's hands were running through her hair when he grabbed a handful, and thrust slightly into her mouth. Anouther inch passed, and Kim could feel his cock pressing into her throat. They had been married for some time, and Kim knew what to do after plenty of practice, so she quickly swallowed and felt his dick begin it's slide down her throat. It took a moment to suppress the gag reflex, but when she did, it slid in easily. She quickly found her nose buried in his pubic hair, his balls resting against her chin.

Ron smiled down at her, though it definitely wasn't his normal smile. This one was lustful, and full of confidence. “That's right, you're my slut, aren't you? You're going to do this for me whenever I want now, won't you?” His drew his hips back some, not losing his grip on her hair, and slid his cock out until it was free of her throat. With a sudden push, he drove it back in, and he felt her throat grip him tight. “That's it, gag on it bitch! Get it nice and sloppy so I can fuck you properly!”

Kim tried to oblige, but it was difficult, as his thrusts became more and more pronounced. She settled for just riding him out, as he just literally fucked her face. But even as he was doing this, Kim couldn't help being turned on. Ron had never been this forceful with her before, this dominant, and it was making her wet.

Her head was jerked back until his cock was pulled free from her mouth, and even then her lips continued to quest towards it, to recapture it in her mouth.

“I asked you a question slut, and I expect an answer!”

Kim had been lost in a fog of fantasy, and had to focus back on what he was saying. “I'm sorry, I..”

Ron twisted his hips, and his cock smacked Kim across the face, not hard, but enough to draw her attention. “I asked you who owned you, you slut?”

Kim hesitated only a moment. “You do.”

He thrust his hips forward, and he was again buried in her mouth. A couple of strokes, and he pulled free again. “Who owns your slut mouth?”

There was no hesitation this time. “You do.”

“SAY IT!”

Kim felt a huge rush go through her. “YOU OWN MY SLUT MOUTH!”

Ron drove himself forward again, taking three strokes, pulling out yet again. He smiled as he saw his shaft glistening in the lamplight. “What else do I own of you?”

Kim shuddered as a minor orgasm swept through her, brought on by the sheer act of submission. “Oh god, you own me. My pussy, my mouth, my ass... oh god Ron, please...”

Ron shifted his grip, bringing her face up to meet his. “Please what whore?”

“Please... please fuck me... oh GOD, I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME!”

Ron's grin broadened, becoming lascivious. “You want me to fuck you? Your boytoy wasn't enough, you need me to finish the job?”

Kim's pussy was practically drooling, she had never felt this way before. “No, he wasn't even close to enough. You know I need you, only you...”

Ron tossed her back, leaving her lying on the couch as he stood over her. He could see her panting, her need obvious in her eyes. “You need me, do you? Then you won't mind begging for it will you?”

Kim didn't hesitate to express her desires. “Ron, oh... I need you so much... I need you... pounding my slutty pussy...” Kim's chest was rising and falling sharply, as her fingers quested over her wet folds, making sure she was ready for him.

Kim's wanton display was not lost on Ron, who reached down and promptly gripped both nipples, giving the a twist. They were already hard, poking out sharply from her small breasts, and Kim gasped as Ron gave them a twist and pull. Kim almost came again right then.

Ron was more than ready to proceed. “Hands and knees my slut, I'm going to fuck you like the bitch in heat you are!”

Kim responded quickly, almost eagerly. She was dripping wet now, and just waiting for Ron to drive himself into her. She wiggled her ass at him invitingly, slyly looking over her shoulder to smile at him seductively.

His hand came down hard on her ass with a resounding smack, and Kim jumped forward a bit. Ron quickly grabbed her by the hips, pulling her back and closer to him. “Don't think you can get away from me that easy.” His hand stroked her ass where he had smacked her, teasingly. “My little bitch wants to get fucked so bad, doesn't she?”

His left hand came down now, striking the other side, and Kim yelped yet again, before moaning as he quickly moved to rub the offended area. “I don't hear you begging bitch. If you want to get fucked, you better start begging real hard!”

Kim's back arched as he smacked her ass a third time. “Oh Ron, I need it... I need your cock...”

“LOUDER!”

Ron's hand came down a fourth time, and that was all Kim needed. “FUCK ME RON, I NEED IT SO BAD! YOU'RE RIGHT, I AM NOTHING BUT A SLUT, A WHORE. FUCK ME! SHOVE YOUR FUCKING COCK SO DEEP IN ME AND FUCKING CUM ALL OVER ME!”

“That's my slut.” Ron gripped her hips tightly, eying the gaping cunt in front of him. It took him only a second to line up, and then he drove all seven inches deep in one stroke. Kim screamed at the sudden intrusion, a bit of pain evident despite how juiced up she was, but that pain quickly disappeared after only three strokes, her body well accustomed to her husband's cock.

“Hmm... your lover must not be much of a man, considering I'm fucking your cunt less than an hour after he did and I don't feel any difference.” Ron was driving into her now, and it was all Kim could do to breath as the delicious pounding was setting off every nerve in her body at once. Already she could feel herself on edge for one huge one any moment.

Just as she was about to be pushed over the crest for what would have been her largest orgasm of the night, Ron pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty. She tried to push back, to get him back inside her, but he held her back, denying her.

"Here it comes, bitch!" he growled. Kim felt herself pulled backwards by his hands as he shoved forward. The cock split her pussy wide open, penetrating deep into her. Kim shrieked in pleasure at the sensation. Her awareness of herself contracted and focused on the seven inches of hard meat buried in her pussy. Nothing else mattered but the cock in her cunt.

She felt it withdraw slowly, leaving a feeling of emptiness behind it. "No... noooooo..." she groaned. "Put it innnnn... Fuck meeeee...."

"Time for a lesson, bitch. A woman can use the word 'me'. You're not a woman. You're a bitch. You're my bitch. You have to refer to yourself as such. Now beg me to fuck my bitch."

Kim swallowed. The last vestiges of her pride screamed in protest. But his cock felt so good. "Fu... fuck your... b-bitch."

"Very good, bitch." The cock re-entered her forcefully, causing her pussy to tingle with delight. Kim groaned as she felt herself filled up by his manhood. She squeezed her pussy tightly around his shaft, hoping to hold it inside her. But once again, it withdrew slowly, taking with it the pleasure it had brought. "Noooo... fuck..." She paused on the verge of saying "me" before remembering the correct form. "Fuck... your bitch."

"Good. My bitch is learning. But there are other names for a bitch. Let's see if she can find another one."

Kim needed no time. "Fuck your slut!" she cried.

"What a good little slut," Ron said in a soothing tone, much as one would use when praising a pet. His prick rammed into her snatch once again, bringing the welcome wave of pleasure. Kim moaned in delight. Again, she tried to hold his cock inside her cunt, but it slipped out.

"Let's see if the clever slut can come up with a new name for herself."

"Fuck your whore!" Kim yelled. She was rewarded immediately by a sharp thrust of Ron's cock. But it was only seconds later that it withdrew. Kim searched her brain for another degrading name to use. "Fuck your tramp!" Another thrust and withdrawal. "Fuck your sex slave!" Again Ron's cock parted her. She thought furiously, desperate to keep the pleasure-filled fucking continuing. "Fuck your sex doll!" She was dimly aware of a chuckle in the background, but it was lost against her grunt of pleasure as she was impaled again on his shaft. "Fuck your... your bitch!" she screamed as he withdrew again, realizing her mistake too late.

"I'm afraid you've already used that one, slut. Why don't you try using your name?"

"Fuck Kim!" she screamed eagerly, craving another thrust. But it didn't come.

"Ooooh, no, that won't do," he said in a regretful tone. "Kim is pretty name, but it's a woman's name. If you go around calling yourself Kim, people will think you're a woman, and expect you to do all sorts of things, like thinking, and making your own decisions, and talking about important things. What you need is a name that lets everyone know that you're just a slut and a whore, so that people will only expect you to get fucked. So you shouldn't be named Kim. But maybe something like Kim..."

"Kimmie!" she squealed, "Kimmie! Fuck Kimmie, please!"

Her cleverness was rewarded by another thrust, penetrating her so deeply that she felt the head of his cock touch her cervix. Then, as before, Ron withdrew, but this time he re-entered her forcefully. Stroke followed stroke, each more powerful and more satisfying than the last. Kimmie grunted in time with Ron's penetrations, thrusting her hips back at him to draw him in as deeply as possible, trying to squeeze her cunt tight around him. She felt an orgasm building within her again.

Just then, Ron paused with the head of his cock just barely inside her pussy lips. "What is your name, bitch?"

"K-kimmie, master." The name master just slipped out, but it seemed appropriate at that moment.

"And what are you?"

"I'm your bitch, I'm your whore, I'm your slut."

Kimmie screamed in pleasure as he re-entered her, his cock rapidly pistoning in and out of her juicy, wet snatch. Ron's hands roughly grabbed her tits, pulling her even harder onto his prick. The pain only registered dimly; her consciousness was focused on the thick slab of meat in her pussy. "Fuck... Fuck..." she murmured, "Fuck Kimmie..."

She climaxed violently, her pussy spasming around Ron's cock. In that moment, she wanted nothing in life but to be fucked over and over again by this cock for the rest of her life. Where before she would have recoiled at the thought of being a slut, now she gloried in it. A bitch. She just wanted to be a good, obedient little bitch.

Ron too came violently, his seed spewing deep within her as her pussy, wracked with spasms as she came, was more than enough to draw it out of him, and he screamed as his body convulsed in ecstasy. Two, three, four spurts, and he could feel his cum filling her completely, pressing out along the sides of his cock as he continued with his final strokes.

When he finally stopped cumming, he collapsed on top of her, barely able to breath. He managed to shift slightly, so as not to smother Kim, but kept himself buried in her snatch as he softened slowly. Even as he recovered, his hand moved to the front of her, gently playing with her breasts.

For almost ten minutes, the pair of them lay there together, trying to recover from the intensity of what they just experienced. When she thought she was sufficiently recovered, Kim turned her body to face Ron, and she trailed gentle kisses on first his neck, then up to his chin and lips. “God Ron, that was... wow...”

Ron just grinned in response. “Oh yeah...”

Kim giggled softly, hugging Ron tightly. “You know, when I first came in, I had no idea what you were doing. You surprised me there, that's for sure.”

Ron's smile brightened. “I hope you don't mind, I just wanted to see what that would be like with you.” Ron kissed her softly, tenderly. “So how was Josh? I figured he would have canceled this week.”

Kim sighed. “Well, his dad should be fine, he's recovering nicely in the hospital. He thought about canceling, so did Tara, but considering the group only meets every two weeks and the way the order works, he figured it would be months before he got anouther shot at me. That is why I was home early though, he did have a lot on his mind. Oh, he did ask if we wanted to do a barbeque with all the kids next weekend. I said I'd ask you, but I didn't think it would be a problem.”

Ron nodded, and pulled Kim up into a sitting position. “I don't see a problem with it.”

Kim rose unsteadily to her feet, bracing herself against Ron. “Good, I'll talk to Tara tomorrow then and we can set that up.” Kim started heading towards the bedroom, Ron following right behind, when she paused. “Ron, you didn't tell me how your night went?”

Ron's face fell suddenly, followed by a sheepish grin. “Oh man, I completely forgot I left Bonnie tied up in the guest bedroom. She was being a bad girl, so when you came home early, I thought I'd punish her by making her listen in on us. I completely forgot about her.”

The shout from the bedroom was forceful, yet pleading in it's tone. “Kim, your no good husband has been teasing me for over an hour without release! You AND Ron better get in here and fuck me good... I mean... fuck slut good.”

Kim grinned lustily, taking her right hand and stroking Ron's cock gently. “You got at least one more in that old tank of yours?” Ron's cock jumped in response before he could even say anything, and they both laughed. Tugging Ron along by his hardening member, Kim couldn't help but feel good. “Man, I love our swinging group.”

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Author’s Notes – Well, I was intending this to be a one-shot, but as I was wrapping this up, I realized the potential of this story. I can literally play with any and all pairings I want without much recrimination. Want a story with Ron and Mistress Tara... done! Monique, Kim, and Ron... done! Kim, Brick, Josh, and Ron... done! Oh, the possibilities are endless! I'll just have to see how the response is, and what stories pop up. Anyways, thanks for reading, and let me know what you might want to see.
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