Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 5

The Closet Door

I stared at my screen for a solid minute before I finally hit send.

Me:

“Hey… what time should I come over?”

Her reply came a few seconds later.

Katherine:

“9. Come to the back gate. It’ll be unlocked. He’ll already be inside.”

My heart kicked.

She’d already set it up.

No hesitation. No small talk. Just come.

At 8:56, I was standing at her back gate in the dark, palms sweaty, breath shallow. The porch light was off, but the soft orange glow from the house spilled out through her curtains. I could hear music — low, slow, sensual. Something rhythmic pulsed underneath it. A beat I could already feel in my chest.

I slipped inside, closed the gate behind me, and crept through the yard like I was breaking the law.

Because maybe I was.

The sliding door was cracked open, just like she said. I didn’t see anyone, but I heard voices. A man’s, low and rough. Katherine’s, softer. Flirty. Laughing.

My heart was pounding now.

I stepped inside, shut the door without a sound, and moved through the kitchen. The house smelled like perfume and warm vanilla — and under that, something raw. Something real.

Her bedroom door was half-closed.

I slipped into the hallway, crept up to the edge, and there it was. The closet.

Just like she said — slatted doors, a crack wide enough to see everything. I opened it, stepped inside, sat down.

And waited.

I crouched in the dark, heart hammering, eyes locked through the slats. The bedroom glowed with candlelight, shadows swaying across the walls. Soft music played low — slow, rhythmic, something that made my pulse match its beat.

Then she came in.

Katherine.

Black lace barely clung to her curves, her full breasts lifted in the bra, hips wide and swaying, her panties pulled tight against that thick, wet outline between her thighs. Her skin looked flushed already, her eyes darker than I’d ever seen.

She was ready. Starved.

The man followed. Tall. Wide. Confident. His dark skin shimmered under the light, and the way he looked at her… it wasn’t sweet. It was claiming.

He kissed her.

Not soft not polite. Deep, wet, with his hands locked around her ass, dragging her close until there was no space left. She melted into him. Moaned against his mouth.

Then he lowered her to the bed and dropped to his knees.

She spread her thighs for him slow, deliberate and his head went between them like a man who knew exactly what he was doing.

Katherine gasped. “Ohh, fuuuuck…”

Her back arched, hands clawing at the sheets. I could see her thick thighs trembling as he worked her over with his mouth — slow at first, then deeper, focused. She rocked her hips up to meet him, one leg lifted over his shoulder, her body opening for more.

“Right there,” she panted. “Don’t stop....right f***ing there.....”

She cried out as he buried his tongue in her, moaning, shaking, hips grinding. Her thick pussy looked soaked, lips swollen, glistening under the flickering light.

Then she grabbed his arm and pulled him up eyes wild, breath ragged.

Her knees hit the floor.

She undid his jeans, pulled them down. Even from my angle, I saw it: long, thick, heavy. He hung massive between his legs, and Katherine just stared at it for a moment a wicked smile curling on her lips.

“God, I’ve missed this cock,” she whispered.

She leaned in and started sucking him.

Wet, messy, greedy.

Both hands wrapped around the base as she bobbed her head, lips shiny, spit dripping down his shaft. She moaned as she worked, taking more each time. I could hear it thick, sloppy sounds filling the room.

Gawk. Slurp. Moan.

He grunted above her, hand on her head. “That’s it. Suck it. Just like that.”

She pulled off with a gasp, a strand of saliva still connected to the tip.

“I want you inside me,” she growled.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

He grabbed her, turned her over the edge of the bed, and slammed into her from behind.

Doggy style.

The sound was instant: wet slaps, fast and heavy. His hips crashed into her ass with a rhythm that made the walls echo. Katherine’s mouth dropped open in a scream.

“Oh my god....YES! Harder......! Fuck me harder

..fill me up....pound this pussy!”

She looked possessed. Her back arched perfectly, ass bouncing back to meet every thrust.

The bed creaked, shook. Sweat beaded down her spine. Her hands gripped the sheets like she was trying to hold on to the world.

Then she twisted, rolled him onto his back, and climbed on top.

Cowgirl.

She rode him like she owned him... hips grinding in tight circles, thighs flexing, tits bouncing in her bra.

“You like watching me, baby?” she moaned into the air. “You watching me get fucked?”

I nearly moaned out loud in the closet.

She picked up speed — bouncing now, fast and loud, her voice breaking with each slam down onto him.

“Ohh yes—yes—right there—I’m gonna cum again, fuck—don’t stop!”

Then she froze — trembling — head thrown back, thighs shaking around his waist. She gasped, and I saw it — her whole body rocked as she came hard, grinding on his cock, crying out like it had wrecked her.

And still, she wasn’t done.

She slipped off, pulled him up, kissed him hard — then turned and bent over at the wall.

He took her there, too.

From behind. Against the wall. Her hands braced. His hands on her hips. The sound of it — clapping, deep, wild.

“Oh f***—yes beat this pussy up, baby show me how much you want it god YES...”

The way she moaned, how her body slapped against the wall with every deep thrust I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move.

Then came the final switch.

He lifted her again, carried her back to the bed, and laid her down, legs pulled up over his shoulders.

Missionary. Deep. Powerful. Final.

He fucked her like a man possessed — her hands clawing at his back, her voice breaking into desperate sobs of pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum—oh my god—I’m cumming—don’t stop—please don’t stop—”

Her whole body locked up and shattered again — twice, I think — and finally he groaned, pulled out, stroked himself hard—

And finished across her chest.

Thick, heavy spurts. Her breath caught. She laughed, panting, licking a bit from her bottom lip.

“God,” she whispered, “I needed that.”

In the closet, I sat frozen.

My boxers were soaked. My cock was painfully hard, untouched, leaking. My whole body was buzzing like I’d just jumped into lightning.

Katherine was nothing like I thought.

She wasn’t just sexy.

She was a storm.

And I knew without a doubt

I wouldn’t be in the closet next time.