User:Katie  

Biography

Katie was born Norman Elkington Spoot in Armpit, TX on 54th Julember 1974. The 4th of 3 children, Katie's parents were proprietors of a local "Mom and Pop" Nuclear Reactor. On her 5th birthday they bought her a quick-sandbox and she soon became an only child.

After graduating the Charles Bronson High School, she embarked on a successful career as a speed-bump on I110 until an accident involving a quad-bike, a pangolin and a set of hair-straighteners brought about a change of vocation.

At Saint Oprah's Convent for chubby ArTards, Katie was voted "Nun most likely to have a penis" in 1992. Since then, she has been a full time fluffer at a range of convents, monasteries and Chevrolet dealerships.

Diet

Katie lives on a strict diet of lard, keeping her youthful, athletic and sweet-smelling, although sadly, as stupid as nine toilet seats.

Hygiene

Not applicable

The Treaty of Versailles

The Treaty of Versailles (1919) was a peace treaty that officially ended World War I between the Allied and Associated Powers and Germany.

Bewbs

Katie claims to have two, but given her mathematical handicap, this may be inaccurate. Photographic evidence yet to be received.

Katie's Keyboard

Katie's PC Keyboard has 37 'CTRL' keys, 10 'C' keys and 13 'V' keys. She uses these extensively

Slut

Katie is cleaning up her lifestyle and aspires to improve herself to the status of 'harlot'

Belkira on Mindel does RJ

Katie likes to keep Belkira's dirty porn linked in her wiki page. [1] BELKIRA PORN

""Hey, baby." The leggy blonde stepped up to his passenger side window. "Lookin' for a little company?" she asked, propping her elbows on the door and positioning them just right so her cleavage practically crawled inside and strapped itself in for a ride.

He grinned. "As a matter of fact, I am," he replied, leaning over to unlock the door. He let his hand brush her cleavage as he did so.

She jumped back and grasped the handle with one long-nailed hand. She lowered herself into the car and grinned over at him. "What's your name, sugar?" she asked. Her voice had a slight southern lilt.

He draped his arm across the back of her seat and smiled. "You may call me Mindel. And I'll bet your name's RJ, isn't it?" He let one of his fingers trace her shoulder while he grinned at her.

She shifted a little uncomfortably. "Yeah, sure. It's RJ. Whatever you want, sugar," she replied automatically, wincing at the grin on his face.

"No," he said evenly. "Not 'sugar,' Mindel." His hand came down on her shoulder.

"All right, Mindel," she whispered.

He grinned and let go of her shoulder to put his hand on the gearshift. "Now then, RJ. My place or yours?"

A high pitched, wild laugh escaped her mouth and she looked at him. "'My place or yours?' Is that how you want it, Mindel?" She swallowed and tried to calm her nerves. "Your place, of course," she purred, letting one hand drop onto his thigh as she willed herself to get back into her character.

At the sound of her nervous laugh, he stiffened. This wasn't what he wanted. Then she sounded so sweet, and her hand was warm.

Her hand was warm.

He grinned at her again and pretended not to notice her wincing smile in return. He put the car in gear and drove them to the hotel.

As they came into the room, she slid the long leather jacket off her shoulders. He came up to her and ran a finger from one shoulder down to her wrist. "Why, RJ," he whispered. "You aren't afraid of me, are you?"

She swallowed. She wasn't sure how he wanted her to answer. "Maybe a little, Mindel," she whispered back, hoping this was what he wanted. She moved a step closer. "I've never been here, alone with you before."

His breath quickened. Apparently she had done well. He raised his other hand to her shoulder and let it rest there. "Would you like to undress me?" he asked.

This was common ground with her. "Oh, yes, Mindel. I would." She raised her hands to the top button of his long sleeved white shirt and slowly started to undo them. She tugged his shirt out of his nicely tailored pants and finished with the buttons. A dark, silky curl of hair welcomed her touch on his chest. She closed her eyes and moaned softly.

"RJ," he said.

"Yes, Mindel?" she asked, her eyes still closed.

"My pants are next, RJ." He placed a finger on her red, red lips. "Take your time," he said softly.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him. She reached down for his belt buckle while he tugged his shirt all the way off. She undid his belt. She undid the button on his pants. Then she slowly slid the zipper down. She grasped the sides of his pants and began to lower them around his ankles. She followed them down until she rested on her knees in front of him. He was already hard. His silk boxer shorts stuck out from his body, tented by his hard di. She slowly slid his boxers down to pool with his pants around his ankles. Then she wrapped both of her hands around his dick.

Looking up at him with big, blue eyes, she ran her tongue teasingly along the underside of his dick.

He grinned down at her.

She closed her eyes and slipped the head of his dick into her mouth, moaning around the stiff flesh and she bobbed up and down. Releasing him from her mouth she looked up at him.

He grinned down at her.

She paused for a moment, stricken by the grin, then closed her eyes and deep throated him, moaning around his hard dick. He placed his hands on her shoulders and eased the soft fabric of the skimpy shirt she wore off her shoulders. She bobbed her head faster, opening her eyes and looking up at him sensuously.

He grinned down at her.

Her eyes widened at the grin. His face didn't change. She began to choke on his dick. She tried to pull back, and she felt his hand move from her shoulder to the back of her head. He forced her mouth back down around his dick.

She looked wildly up at him.

He grinned down at her.

She couldn't breathe. He held her head there, pushing her forward, and letting her fall back just slightly. She tried to protest, but his dick was still in her mouth.

And he kept grinning at her.

She couldn't get air around his phallus, and soon she began to see spots of black in her line of vision. Suddenly, when she looked up at his madly grinning face, she couldn't quite make out his eyes. First they were fuzzy, then they simply weren't there anymore. They were replaced by big black spots. She was going to pass out.

"That's enough," he said quietly and removed his hand from the back of her head. She fell back on her ass, landing on her elbows, gasping for breath. She rolled over and coughed into the hotel carpet.

"RJ," he said softly.

Forgetting the game, she still lay there, coughing.

"RJ," he said more harshly.

She looked up at him, still gasping for breath.

"I want you to get on the bed, RJ. I want to @#%^ you, RJ," he said calmly.

Without thinking, she pulled herself up from the floor, no longer coughing, but still rubbing her throat. She began to climb up on the bed when he caught her wrist. She almost fell on the bed anyway, but he was too strong. He drug her back to the floor.

"Take off your clothes," he said impatiently.

She swallowed and nodded numbly. She tried to take her mind off of what was going on by thinking of how much she would charge this bastard. She rose to her feet and slowly started to strip, taking her time like she had learned to do. Guys liked it when you teased them like that, she had learned.

"You're wasting my time," he said simply. "Take them off and get on the bed."

She let her hands fumble the rest of the way, her eyes lowered. She didn't try to entice him any more. She finished and stood before him naked for a moment. Every guy she'd picked up had complimented her on her body.

"Get on the bed," he said slowly, as if talking to a naughty child.

Feeling suddenly like a naughty child, she climbed on the bed as he asked.

"Now lay down against the pillows," he said.

She settled herself back against the soft pillows and allowed a sigh of relief to escape her. At least it was a nice hotel.

"Ask me to join you," he muttered, his breath coming quicker.

She looked up at him and for a moment thought about refusing him. Then her hand went to her throat and she remembered what he had done earlier. She cleared her throat and winced slightly at how raw it was. She swallowed and gave him her best smile. "Mindel, won't you come join me? I'm awfully lonely..." She lowered her hands onto her breasts and showed him how lonely she was by tweaking the already hard, dark nipples. She cupped one breast in her hand and allowed the other hand to move down her abdomen to her @#%^. She began to finger herself and smile lazily at him, finding herself getting back into her character.

"Why, yes, RJ," he replied, grinning that hideous grin. "I think I will join you."

He strode over to the bed and straddled her with a grace that surprised her, given his bulk. His dick rubbed against her leg. It was still wet with her saliva. Without warning, he slammed her knees down on the bed and forced her legs apart harshly. She cried out in surprise, and he rammed into her.

He grabbed one of her breasts in his hand and braced himself with the other. He grinned down at her the whole time he thrust into her. She tried to moan and groan like she had learned men liked, but he was pounding into her so hard all she could manage were little startled bursts of sound. She could feel the place where her thighs met her torso beginning to bruise. He kept pounding into her, grinning down at her.

Then he stopped suddenly.

"RJ," he said.

She stared up at him. He wasn't even out of breath. "Yes?" she breathed, afraid of what he might say.

"I want you to roll over, RJ. I want to @#%^ you from behind."

"Oh, no, Mindel, or whoever you are. I don't do that anal sh*t," she protested, rising up on her elbows and dropping the facade completely.

The grin slowly faded from his face. His eyes got distant. He leaned down into her face and breathed the next words at her. "You will."

"No way, buddy. Finish up, then I'm getting the Hell out of here."

He grinned down at her. "Call me Mindel," he hissed. He slid back off of her and gripped her waist. She cried out in pain. He flipped her over before she knew what was happening. He curled one arm around her belly and lifted her ass off the bed, burying her face in the pillows so she had to turn her head sideways to get any air.

The next thing she felt was a searing, tearing pain in her @#%^. She began to scream, and he pushed her face into the pillows with the hand that wasn't curled under her torso. The pillow muffled her scream, but she didn't even notice All she knew was that her @#%^ was on fire, and it was stretching and tearing. She could feel the blood start to drip down her thighs as he rammed into her again and again.

Finally, after fifteen minutes of that tortuous Hell, she felt him stiffen up. She felt a hot fire squirt out and coat her colon, then he fell off her, to the side.

She allowed her body to sag back onto the bed, falling the opposite way that he had fallen. She felt the tears drying on her face, and realized she had been crying. She curled herself up into a ball.

"Leave," he said softly.

She whimpered and pulled her knees up to her chest.

He rose from the bed and she tried to make herself smaller, knowing that he was going to hit her. She heard him walk around the bed and pick up the pants that had pooled around his ankles earlier. She didn't hear him walk back over to her, and she cried out, startled, when three, one hundred dollar bills fell onto her face. Her hands scrambled for the money, and she straightened herself out. She clamored off the bed and hastily pulled her clothes back on. She fumbled with the lock on the door and was finally in the hotel corridor. She didn't stop running until she got to the elevator. She didn't look back.

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He groaned in the darkness and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. He grappled on the nightstand for his cigarettes and was immediately rewarded with a large puff of smoke to fill his lungs. He let out a sigh and slowly sat up.

He yawned and pushed himself off the bed, loosely clutching the cigarette between two fingers on his left hand. He bumbled toward the bathroom in the darkness and squinted against the glare of the light when his clumsy hand found the switch.

He stood before the mirror and looked himself up and down. He puffed on his cigarette and lifted his shriveled dick to look underneath it. He felt a chill. His warmth was gone again. She had stolen it. He growled at himself in the mirror and pictured her blonde hair and round breasts. His dick immediately grew hard again. He grasped it with his right hand and began to stroke it.

He watched himself in the mirror.

The man that was not him grinned back at him as he played with his hard dick. He raised his left hand and puffed on the cigarette while he stroked himself. He felt the orgasm start to rise up from his balls and grinned at the mirror-twin. He placed the cigarette between his teeth and bit down on the filter as he bent over slightly, frantically pulling on his dick. There was an explosion in his loins as he came, and he ground down on the cigarette, tasting the cottony filter splitting open and spilling into his mouth.

He looked down at himself.

His dick seemed to wink up at him for a moment, then shrank back down. It hung, shriveled, between his legs and he lifted one of his legs to fart. He dropped the cigarette into the sink and turned out the light."

May 13th 2008 4:59pm by Belkira