Time for the next Friday between Kim and Hank.

Chapter 4

Kim had told him outright what she expected from him today - she wanted him to take a shower before she showed up at his house.

Hank enjoyed the moment in the shower. The warm water cascading down his body. And as his hands stroked his body, he let his mind wander.

He wondered what Kim had planned. For this night. Whatever toy they would try out today. He was already getting excited. He had been ever since he woke up this morning, actually.

And as his hands stroked over his body, he imagined that it was Kim soaping him up, her fingers circling his nipples and twirling them between two fingers until they hardened. God, would he like that. If Kim were here right now and touching him.

Hell, he'd even enjoy showering with Kim together for once. To have sex in the shower. His imagination conjured up an image - Kim and him, naked, in the shower. How he pushed her against the tiles. How he got down on his knees in front of her. How he would pleasure her with his mouth.

Hank let his hands slide lower, to his hips. They lingered there only briefly before he let them slide further. Slowly, he let one hand slide back over his buttocks, his fingertips brushing over his crack seemingly at random. Quite briefly, that is. A gasp escaped his throat.

And then, his finger nudged against his entrance, pausing there. Hank hesitated before spreading his legs a bit in order to keep his balance more easily, bending over slightly and bracing himself against the wall with his other hand. Slowly, he circled his fingertip around his entrance, repeatedly. And then he pushed his finger just a little bit inside himself.

This feeling - Hank should be blushing in shame, but this, in his shower, his finger in his butt - at this moment, he craved for more - for a butt-plug or one of the dildos. The feeling of something filling him up completely, the slight ache inside him, it was exactly what he craved. To be taken hard - by Kim. Her fucking him. Hank moaned – so good.

While slowly moving his finger inside him, Hank let his mind wander as his other hand came off the wall now and wrapped around his hard cock.

His grip around his cock was a little harder than Kim's, and yet he imagined that it was her moving her hand up and down his cock. That it was her thumb spreading the precum over its tip, only to have her hand move to his balls. He imagined that it was Kim who fondled his balls. That she squeezed his balls. Only very lightly, but it was still hard enough to draw a moan out of him.

Hank slid a second finger inside himself. He was so fucking tight, and the feel of it, his fingers, the movement of his hand - he could clearly feel that he wasn't going to last much longer. Again and again he felt the rising heat threatening to overtake him. His fingertips brushed against his prostate.

"Kim," came a hoarse cry from his lips as his orgasm hit him. Finally.

Slowly, Hank came down from his high. And even though a climax had just overtaken him, he was looking forward to the next one - along with Kim. All week he had been a good boy, so to speak. Well mostly anyway, if you ignored Monday night, or last night.

And now, in the shower, he couldn't control himself either.

The idea that Kim was about to do something wonderful with him, the two of them together, Hank was already looking forward to a night filled with sex, a night with Kim.

Maybe he should have given her a key. Then she could come into his house anytime, into his bed anytime. And Hank wouldn't have to wait for her - all excited behind the door or keep nervously checking his watch, Kim would just be there. On Fridays. In his house. In his bed.

Kim would hopefully be coming soon, so Hanks really needed to hurry up now if he didn't want to open the door for HER while half-naked.

And just as Hank had wrapped a towel around his hips and was actually about to go into his bedroom and put some clothes on, he heard the knock on his front door. Kim happened to arrive at just the right moment.

With only the towel around his hips, he opened the door for her. It was clearly a good decision.

Kim let her gaze wander over his body. Oh, she liked what she saw here. Hank, dressed only in a small towel, drops of water running down his chest. Kim had to control herself not to step to him and catch one or two drops with her tongue.

Only on Friday prim and proper Officer Burgess allowed herself to explore her dark side. And today she would let her dark side come out. Today she would enjoy every moment, with Hank.

"Let's go upstairs," she whispered in his ear.

As he walked up the stairs in front of her, her eyes rested on his bottom, covered only by a towel. Kim felt the desire inside her to pull the towel away and touch his butt. She loved Hank's butt. She loved to touch his butt, to kiss and to spank his butt. And to fuck him.

Which is exactly what she was going to do today - at least some of it.

Once in the bedroom, Hank was about to reach for the knot on his towel when Kim stepped up and stopped him.

"You know, I enjoy looking at you. Checking out your hot ass. And I just imagined all the things I'm going to do to it today. What do you think? What am I going to do to your ass tonight?" she whispered in his ear and undid the knot on his towel so that it fell to the floor and Kim could put her hands on his butt. She began to massage his butt cheeks.

"Oh God," he moaned.

An image formed in Hank's mind's eye - he imagined what Kim might mean by those words. Had she guessed his thoughts? Was she aware of what he had imagined in the shower?

"I want you to fuck me," he whispered, "Please."

"Oh, I want that too."

Hank bit his lips. The idea of Kim fucking him - he could feel himself getting hard. He enjoyed it when Kim fucked him.

"Oh, you seem to like that. Are you imagining it right now? My fingers in your butt. Me touching you like this."

Kim let her hands move from his butt back to the front. Briefly, she stroked her fingertips over his stomach, downward. She felt his hard abs, his pubic hair, and his cock. No, she wouldn't touch him like that - at least not yet.

Kim took a step away from Hank and took off her dress. Underneath - she was naked. The anticipation of tonight had made her completely forgo bra and panties today. And when she saw Hank's eyes darken at the sight, she knew it was the right decision. Just like everything else that would happen tonight.

It was time to start their little game.

"On the bed, on your hands and knees," Kim ordered in a stern voice.

Hank scrambled into position on the bed, he was eager to please her.

Kim knelt behind Hank on the bed. She slowly raked her fingers through his hair, trailing down his back. Kim kissed her way down - down his back to his butt. With both hands, she grabbed his butt cheeks and gently pulled them apart. He was exposed to her.

Kim knew it made him horny, touches at his bottom, at his entrance. It was only a few weeks ago that they had realized that they both liked it when he was exposed to her like this. Allowing Kim to touch him there had been a sign of deep trust.

Hank shivered when her hand slid between his legs, cupping his balls. Brimming with desire, he spread his legs further, but Kim pulled her hand away and reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand. She was glad that the bottle was already there, within easy reach.

"I am going to fuck you. Fuck you so hard that you'll still think the dildo is up your ass when you get up tomorrow."

He shivered with excitement upon hearing her words. This mix of sensual touches and dirty talk - this was just the thing he needed. It made Hank moan even more.

And he gasped at the cold feeling and the single finger pushing into him.

"More please, Kim, more," he begged. Oh, boy, that was way better than when he had been in the shower just now-when he had taken care of his arousal on his own. When he had finger fucked himself.

Kim happily complied, adding first one and then another finger, stretching him.

Hank hissed as he felt the burn, but he moved his hips back and pushing her fingers deeper into him while doing so. He couldn't wait - to feel it all.

"I guess you can't wait," Kim whispered, and then she withdrew her fingers from him completely.

Hank felt her get up from the bed. And a moment later Kim was rummaging through the box, looking for something special until she found what she was looking for. A dildo. One of the larger ones. This one would be perfect for him. It was the perfect size - for Hank.

Kim put the dildo into the harness and slid it on before grabbing the lube and walking back towards the bed.

Hank looked at her. Desire darkening his eyes at the sight. He could hardly wait to feel the dildo inside him. To feel Kim fucking him. He enjoyed this form of dominance. Almost as much as he enjoyed the pain.

Kim knelt behind Hank on the bed again. She briefly stroked over his buttocks.

"You are much too eager," she murmured. And then, before Hank could reply, Kim had already raised her hand and landed a sharp slap. Hank jerked and whimpered at the sting he was feeling. Kim raised her hand again and repeated it three more times.

There were four red handprints adorning his butt cheeks a moment later.

"Perfect," she mumbled. With her fingers, she tenderly stroked over the redness on his buttocks.

"Please," Hank wasn't sure what he was asking of her, though - he just wanted Kim to keep going. Then Kim grabbed the lube again and added some more to the dildo before she prodded his hole with the large dildo.

"Kim," he groaned.

"Just relax, take a deep breath", and then she grabbed his hips and began to push into him, gently. She was slowly easing her way inside him, defiantly not wanting to hurt him - at least not like this. Even though Hank needed the pain sometimes, craved it - she didn't want to inflict that kind of pain on him - ever.

Kim slowly rocked her hips back and forth. The dildo stretched him wide as she thrusted further inside of him.

Kim reached around and began stroking his cock as she rocked her hips – finding a steady rhythm.

"So good" she whispered. And Hank was enjoying it too. This moment. That Kim was fucking him. He knew he couldn't last much longer. Hank already felt the telltale tug in his groin. The orgasm would wash over him at any moment. Hank grunted. Moaned. Louder.

"Come for me", Kim whispered and gave his cock a final stroke – before he came all over her hand.

And later, as he lay next to her in his bed, drenched in sweat, satisfied, Hank turned to Kim. He brushed a strand of hair out of her face before letting his fingertips wander over her cheek and neck.

That just now, that had been marvelous - Hank had savored every moment. And every touch. Hell, even the slaps on his butt. An already he longed for a repeat.

But there was something else, another thing he wanted to do today. With Kim.

"'How about we take a shower? Together," Hank asked.