 |
|||
|
|
Pussycat I
©Arnold
Puttwyn and
Note – This is a work of fiction – any
similarities between any persons…..etc.
This collaboration between Asia &Pttwyn as follows :
Illustrations and Inspiration provided by our
very own
Do not try this
at home – We are what you may call experts {Really}
especially
Pussycat,
Pussycat, I love you.
Ooh Yess, I do!!
Tom
Jones.
I looked blandly at Janice,
I couldn’t believe she was telling me that she didn’t have the report
done. The other members of my staff were
all waiting to get to their offices to start for the day. I looked around the paneled room.
“When I asked you, yesterday, if the report
was all done, why did you say yes?” I railed at Janice. “Go sit back in your
seat, we’ll talk about this on Tuesday morning.” I watched her back as she went
to her chair at the end of the table. “I
won’t be in Monday.”
Janice always looked proper,
and today wasn’t any different, she was wearing a dark brown suit with a long
skirt and short-heeled alligator pumps.
Janice was not very pretty, but at 5”8’ and about 165 pounds, she looked
quite striking. She always kept her
auburn short and nicely styled. I really
liked the way she was ready and in the right place for me, but lately she was
more confrontational and trying to push me in every small way she could.
She had always been punctual
with her assignments, too. This was the
second time I had to extend her deadline for this report. She was supposed to look into adding more
man-made diamonds to our inventory. I
detested them, but they were starting to sell very well. I needed to know a bit more than just what I
read in the paper. I wasn’t just the
manager; no one here knew that I really owned this business, totally.
I still had to go home to
change and get to my nail appointment to get the inch and a half long claws
on. At Houng’s they always do such a
nice job, and they stick even if I have to scratch something, real hard.
The meeting was over after an
endless report from the finance department.
I sat and thought about red claws and toenails, and the freedom I would
feel when all I had to do was be a pet pussycat. The accountant looked about 190 years old and
took forever to say anything. He wore
his usual gray suit and blue regimental striped tie, with a gold marlin tie
tack. I found out that he actually had 6
identical suits. They all looked 25
years old, one day he’ll come in wearing something else, I’m going to go home
right then because I want to be there when hell freezes over, and the earth
stops spinning.
The guest bedroom was almost
as big as Marcus’ master bedroom, but didn’t have it’s
own door into the guest bath. The drapes
were open and the morning sun was bright through the green and yellow flowered
drapes and on the matching spread.
On the maple chest of drawers
she found her cat fangs, they were part of the two
dental bridges. Two
parts that fit over her teeth upper, and lower. The lower had a curved crossbar that
pressed on the back of her tongue. Each
was made of gold and held sharp upper and lower fangs of dental porcelain,
which gave her a feline appearance, and a vicious bite. She couldn’t speak, the bar pressing her
tongue stopped that, but she could hiss, snarl, and growl. Of course if things went right she could also
purr.
She sat on the white tile
floor to slip her black platform heels on.
It was cool against her bare bottom, but she did not want to straighten
the bedspread so she didn’t wrinkle it.
She locked each wide ankle strap with a miniscule gold padlock through
each diminutive hasp. The 2-inch
platforms and their 7-inch heels raised her 5-5 to 5-10. Her slender legs looked so very glamorous in
the shoes. The last item was her collar. It was 2 inches wide and looked almost like a
rhinestone feline collar,
but she insisted on diamonds. With her
long red nails she had a little problem, but nothing she couldn’t handle, when
she felt it click home it was locked, too .
I look good,
She smiled at the mess her
clothes made as she walked to her cat-box. Ah well, Pussycats don’t do
housework.
Ooh, that feels good; too
much coffee,
The first place he’ll
look, She went behind the couch and stretched out languorously behind it, and closed her dark brown
almond eyes. The thick beige pile carpet
felt good to her naked skin. She fell
asleep in the quiet warm room.
What the hell…
I’ll relax for a minute
until I can get away. She sighed
softly and let him fondle her firm side
while
she looked for a place to go when she got loose.
Marcus
walked into the apartment and looked around for
I put it out fresh before I
left, so she’s used it. He
thought to himself as he sniffed again. More than once, too. He put his black eel skin briefcase down
softly and walked as quietly as he could around the corner check to the huge
brown leather couch, to see if she was on it again. Nope
not here, He carefully looked over
the back, between the couch and the wall. He was rewarded by a quick glimpse of
her straight silky black hair.
Marcus walked carefully to the end of the couch and found 
She rolled onto her back and doubled up immediately and lashed out at
his hand with her long sharp nails.
Marcus was ready for that and quickly lifted her up by her ankle and
turned her over so she couldn’t reach his hand.
She snarled and gasped as he rolled her.
He sat beside her on the
carpet and carefully stroked her smooth back and firmly muscled side. She calmed a bit at his gentle touch. He knew better than to release her ankle, she had used this trick before. As soon as he let go she would be gone,
back under the couch.
After she calmed a bit, I
moved onto the couch she slipped up beside me where she could lay her head in
my lap. She lay on her right side, with
her back toward the couch; she must have been tired because she nearly nodded
off again. I stroked the side of her neck and behind her tiny ear, until she
purred. At first I started to believe
she was really purring,
“You really don’t do what I
want, do you?” I tried to sound tough,
but I smiled, it said I really knew that pussycats don’t follow instructions
well. My hand moved lower to stroke her
outer lips. She moaned softly and
wriggled. My hand slipped lower and I pushed my two
middle fingers into her moist vagina.
She took a deep breath, so I continued to fondle her and she was getting
very aroused. She turned over and I
caressed her pussy from the rear. I
reached with my left hand and patted her head with my right.
“I need a drink, sweetheart,”
I stood up, letting her get her mouth with those fangs
near my penis could be dangerous. I went
to the kitchen and all I could find was a Diet Coke, I poured it over ice, then
I left it there and returned to the couch.
She was still lying on her
belly, when I returned. I stroked her
back and slid my right hand up to the back of her neck. She arched her back and followed my hand all
the way to the top. I love the way she
does that, just like a cat. When I got
to the top of her spine I grasped her by the nape of her neck.
My pants were still open
where she unzipped them earlier. With my
left hand I pulled my penis out and then jammed my right knee between her
thighs to force them apart.
That was nice. I wasn’t sure if I could get away without
getting bitten or at best scratched up a bit. I lucked out
I kicked off my Brogans and
stripped off my brown dress pants and white shirt. My under shorts went into the basket next and
I got into the big shower. The water
felt really good after my time with
When Marcus came back he
stroked and petted all the way up my back, with his cold hand. Whew!
I arched all the way up. A little
trick left from gymnastics, every pussycat can do that. Right? He got to the top and grasped the back of
my neck hard, I realized too late what he was
doing. His grip was too firm to get
away. I snarled and hissed at him, but
he held me down on the couch, I continued to try to get away, but he had me too
well. With his knee he shoved my legs
apart, until he had access to me. I
snarled at him, but I was too late. He
may get me, but it’ll be work. He was too strong to resist, soon I felt his
entry, Oh, I’ve missed this all week.
I rocked with him and felt
him pressed against my bottom. We were
tight together and he pushed us both up and down until we reached heaven at the
same time. We stayed tight together, I
felt his penis shrink and slip out after a short but delicious time. Marcus got up carefully and went toward the
bathroom. I could hear him grumble while
he picked up my clothes as he went. Hope he doesn’t throw them away
again. I just got that little skirt.
I went down the hall to the
master bedroom. Marcus told me he wanted
to get another bedroom suite. He had a
really modern bed and dressers, no headboard and
chrome drawer handles, but wanted an antique style 4 poster in dark walnut. Last week he told me he had found what he
wanted. The carved bedposts appeared
twisted all the way to the top. It
looked nice especially with the dark green and black tartan spread. I went into the bathroom to see how things
were going.
Marcus snapped his new chain
leash to
I like to watch her try to
piss. When she was done she shook gently. That’s so sexy.
The doorbell interrupted his
reverie and he led
“Please come in, Mrs. Ault,”
Marcus said graciously. He opened the
door wide and stepped back for her. “I’m sorry we aren’t quite ready for her
makeup, but I haven’t even given her a bath yet.”
“That’s no problem sir,” she
spoke very loud. “I’ll even help wi’
that, if ye need.” She looked very
competent and strong, her heavy arms and full shoulders showed her
strength. Although she wasn’t shy
Marcus’ surprised
Marcus looked directly into
She tried to pull away, but
he wouldn’t let her. He grasped the back
of her neck, just like holding any cat.
He walked her into the shower.
When he pushed her under the cool spray she hissed at him and tried to
push away.
“Oh, she’s just like the
pussy, and does no like the water too much,” Mrs. Ault, said as she stepped up
to the shower and began washing
“How did things go at the
shop today?” Marcus asked. “Did you
finally sell the Lab. puppy?”
“Oh yea, to a nice lady from
down country,” she smiled. “She has 2
children and they love him, too.” She
continued to bathe
“Turn about, dear,” Mrs. Ault
said gently. She soaped
“Not quite yet little pussy,”
Mrs. Ault said as
“I’ll say it’s a sweet lil’
thing ye’ve here,” she said to Marcus.
“I’ll be finished in a bit.” Mrs.
Ault had such gentle hands, they didn’t feel at all
bad to
“Let’s get oout now, pussy,”
Mrs. Ault spoke very calmly to
Mrs. Ault had a thick white
terry towel to use on
When she was done washing and
drying
“That’s a verra pretty collar for yer pussy,” Mrs.
Ault admired it while she applied
“No,” Marcus smiled and shook
his head. “I got it from a jeweler I
know in
“You can tell when they’re
getting ready to bolt,” Marcus observed.
“You’ve been at this too long.”
“Yes,” Mrs. Ault laughed.
“Sometimes I’d sell tha’ place for a damn dollar, sand then like today I’d stay
there fer nuthin’. Sometimes bein’ in
business is so great and others ‘tis terrible.”
“Actually she’s runs a big
company in the city. This weekend she’s
my pussycat,” Marcus stood and patted her head. 
Mrs. Ault gathered 
“With the dark mask and
lighter lower face she looks a bit like a Siamese Pussy,” Mrs. Ault
observed. “At first I thought the heavy
makeup might be too much, but with the mask she looks jus’ right.” Mrs. Ault gently stroked under
Mrs. Ault turned to gather her things to
go. 
the door and down
the hall to the living room. It was one
thing to be dressed, but quite another to be petted like that. Marcus walked Mrs. Ault to the door, and
discretely handed her 2 $100 bills while
“I have a little surprise for you,” Marcus smiled
at
“We’re going to a party, you’ll have a lot of fun. You better act at least housebroken too,” he
warned.
I guess I better be good,
Marcus snapped his thin chain
leash to her collar, and led her to the front door. Marcus didn’t even look out to see of the
hall was clear before he led
“My pussycat,” Marcus said
proudly.
“So I see,” said one of the
women. They both chuckled at that and
went on.
Marcus’ dark blue Jaguar
sedan was in the first space outside. He
beeped the doors as they came near.
Marcus gallantly, opened the door for
He started the powerful car
and set out for the party. While they were driving he told
They drove through the dark
streets for nearly an hour and Marcus pulled into the driveway at a big house
sitting well back from the street. There
were several other cars in front of the house, all were nice cars. That one looks like Janice’s silver Mercedes.
Marcus came around to the
passenger side and opened the door for
“Are you all right?” Marcus
asked and chuckled. “Be sure to get your
hands down before we go inside.”
The left half of the big
double door opened when Marcus reached for the doorbell,
“Hi Marcus, come on in,”
Janice smiled hugely. “Well it looks
like you brought your pet, too.” She
reached out to stroke under the pussy’s chin.
Janice jerked back quickly when
“You’re the last ones,”
Janice told Marcus. “I’m sure there are a few people here you don’t know,” she
paused and leered. “Yet.” She reached out and grabbed a gigantic man by
the shoulder. “Marcus, this is my
brother, Mark. How’s that for
confusion.” Mark reached out to shake
with a huge hand that completely covered Marcus’ hand. He looked like a Viking, with shaggy dark
blonde hair and handlebar moustache.
“Six feet, eight inches,” he
said with a surprisingly cultured voice.
“You wanted to ask, everybody wants to ask. I’m pleased to meet you, sir.”
“Sir?”
Marcus was surprised. “But I was
curious, that’s quite tall. What do you run, three-twenty-five?”
Mark nodded.
“I work in your
“We’ll get back later,”
Janice pulled Marcus into the room.
“This is my best friend, Alina.”
Janice stopped beside a pale, white-blonde woman, who looked to be in
her early 30’s. They were dressed
identically. They both wore snug black
leather skirts, which was ankle length and had a matching tight bodice over a
white silk blouse. Their outfits
included very pointed black leather mid-calf boots. Their boots had moderately high heels.
“Alina, this is Marcus. I mentioned him last week while we were at
lunch,” Janice nodded slowly. Alina’s
smile brightened. “This is his pussycat,
be careful she’s vicious.”
“We’ll have to work on that,”
Alina didn’t smile, but she looked at
He didn’t look too
comfortable in the group, he was constantly trying to
keep his feet moving. He seemed afraid
someone might step on his toes. She made no attempt to introduce him.
“When we sit, the slaves,”
Janice looked toward
“If you
allow them on the furniture.”
Alina added. Coldly eying
“That probably won’t work too
well,” Marcus spoke up. “I don’t want to let her out. If she gets outside I’ll spend most of the
night looking for her. She’ll run around
in the backyards and gardens until dawn.”
“I’ll fix her a saucer of
milk before we dine and she’ll probably just take a little catnap,” Janice
suggested. Marcus nodded his
approval. Mark got him to go into the
other room for a drink.
“There you go Pussycat,” she
smiled. “Will this help fill your hungry
belly?” She gently stroked
“If you like that sort of
thing,” Alina said coldly. 
“Well you know that I do,”
Janice snickered.
Janice stepped closer and
gently stroked
“Marcus, are you sure this
isn’t a kitty that looks like a woman? I llloove this.” This
time she ran over the curve of
“Alina, she likes this,
watch,” Janice said as she continued to fondle
Janice stroked
When we got to Marcus’ party,
it was at beautiful house just out of town in a nice area. I thought I saw
Janice’s car there. She went out and
purchased a silver Mercedes about 2 days after I got
my silver Audi. She said it was because
she was so impressed with German cars, but she told everyone that hers was
‘sooo’ much more expensive and a better car.
Marcus opened the door for
me, and it was COLD out by then. It made
my little nipples stand right out. I
put my hands up to keep warm. He told me to get my hands down before we went inside. I hissed at him, but I don’t think he
heard.
We got to the door and just
as Marcus reached for to button, the door opened, I wanted to dry up and blow
away right there. It was Janice.
She opened the door farther, she
seemed to know Marcus was bringing his pussycat. When she saw me she tried to pet my head. I hissed and snarled at her and she jerked
her hand back. I was amazed she didn’t
recognize me.
My bare boobies were getting
cold and I wanted to go inside. Janice
stepped back so we could get in the door and she wanted to introduce Marcus to
her brother Mark. Really. I was amazed, this guy was a giant. He said he was 6-feet and 8-inches tall. He had beautiful shaggy blonde hair.
After he shook hands with
Marcus I put my hand out, I just wanted to see how big he really was. When he took my hand, he just wrapped it
entirely. He smiled down at me and I
wanted to leap on him right there. It’s
always been my fantasy to be ravished by a giant, and here he was. I leaned toward his hand,
if he squeezed too hard I was going to bite him. He was very nice, so I just gave his
gargantuan thumb a fast lick.
I always notice jewelry and when I saw his
gold watchband, I was stunned. It would
have made a nice collar for me. It had
to be that big. Mark was wearing a white
silk jersey turtle necked shirt under his dark blue blazer and medium gray
trousers. He probably had to have
everything custom made. I wondered who
measured for his under shorts, and if they needed any help.
Janice’s girlfriend Alina was
right there too, and Janice introduced her.
They looked like the Bobbsey Twins, dressed just alike. Long black leather skirts and leather bodices
with white silk blouses underneath just like Marcus’s white silk shirt.
Alina was almost as tall as
Janice and me too, with my really high heels. She had her boyfriend with her,
this short guy, who looks about 10 years younger than she does. He’s not too bad looking and has startling
blue eyes. He was naked tonight and had
a collar and leash that Alina held onto.
I heard Janice tell Marcus
that the pets and slaves would have to wait out on the patio during
dinner. Marcus came to my rescue and
said I’d run off if I was left outside, and that he didn’t have time to feed me
earlier.
Janice had one of her
caterers bring her a bowl of milk and she put it on the counter, She led me to it
and urged me to get up there. I was
still so amazed that she didn’t recognize me and too anxious not to go along
with it.
Besides my
exhibitionistic nature was coming out now that I was feeling less concerned
about Janice finding me out. So I
slipped up onto the counter and took a sip from the bowl. It was real cream and cold, I liked the
taste.
When Janice started petting my back, I arched the whole length of my
spine as she stroked. She went crazy
over it. She started petting me even
more and farther over my bottom. It was
very exciting to have her doing this, especially after this morning, at the
staff meeting. She was petting me and
feeling me up and she didn’t even know who it was. She even asked Marcus if he brought a real
kitty cat. I was getting so very
aroused.
When she touched my anus I
almost tipped my milk over. I moved my
knees apart so she could get her hand in there better. The next time she
stroked her hand down my back I stayed as arched as I could, I hoped she would
keep her fingers there this time. She
slowly inserted her index
finger into my pussy, I tried to hold still so she could keep it
up.
“Janice, what have you got
there?” a woman that I couldn’t see interrupted. Janice knew her because she stopped to talk
to her. I went back to sipping my cream,
but I kept my back arched hoping Janice would get back to me soon. Janice stepped up by my head while I lapped.
They were talking about the office, and Janice’s
argument with me. I listened to them,
while Janice played with my neck and stroked my shoulder. I took that opportunity to look around and
saw Elaine Proter, Janice’s secretary.
She was wearing a tiny black satin and white lace French maid outfit and
a black leather collar. The top part was
completely see-thru and Elaine’s big boobs were totally exposed. Just like all of me!
“I just don’t see how anyone
could treat you that way, Janice,” she was saying. Janice was getting a little pissed and she
started squeezing my neck harder. I
growled and hissed at her and she pulled her hand back.
“I’m so sorry pussycat, now
my mean old boss is hurting you too,” Janice sounded so sorry. “You don’t even know her.” Neither do you. She turned back to Elaine, “Well you better
go out on the patio with the rest, while we dine, baby.”
“May I lick your finger off
first?” she asked Janice. She had seen
Janice’s finger in my pussy. Janice
stood there with one hand on my neck and Elaine sucking one of the fingers on
her other.
“Leave it real wet when
you’re done, Elaine,” Janice cautioned.
Elaine finished and left to go out outside. Janice ran her hand down my back all the way
to my butt. When she got there she put
her wet finger against my anus and unhurriedly pushed it inside. I looked around and hissed at her. She pushed and pulled right there in front of
everyone. I couldn’t believe how that turned
me on. I really loved it.
Someone called her and said
it was time for dinner, she pulled her finger out and
started to leave. Oh god, NO not right now!
She left to go wash her hands
and I jumped down from the counter, I headed across
the dark carpeted floor to the clear sliding-glass door. My butt tingled and I wanted to go
outside.
It opened when I got
there. Elaine was going out to join the
others on the patio. I slipped out with her, Just like a pussycat, and didn’t let her get a
good look at me, just in case. I went
out into the dark end and found the screen door unlocked. I pushed my hip against it and it opened for
me.
I got out into the cool dark night , I just wanted to get out of sight for a while. I went around the side of the house staying
close to the dark green Spirea bushes along the side of the house and
garage. I even took time to pee between
the manicured bushes. I started to get
away from the house until I was stopped right there in my tracks. Mark’s giant hand was on my shoulder, Where did he come from? he changed his grip
to grasp the back of my neck.
“You’re not supposed to be
out her little pussy,” his deep voice shook me.
His hand wrapped almost all the way around my neck. When I tried to escape he lifted me right off
the ground. I growled and snarled at
him, and swung my arms and legs. It sort
of surprised him and he almost dropped me.
He put his other hand under my butt to keep me from getting away. Mark’s huge middle finger was right against
my anus, he shoved the dry finger into me. Oouch. That’s
huge!
I kicked and struggled and
hissed and spit and tried to scratch him and everything else I could think of
to get away. He easily carried me back
to the house and inside where dinner was being served.
Janice had a large black-wire
kennel brought in from the garage and Mark effortlessly stuffed me into it, and
then he carried it into the dining room and set it between the fireplace and
the glass patio door.
I was so mad, he had carried
me in so effortlessly and stuffed me in the big dog kennel and just left me
there. I couldn’t get the door opened my
really long nails were in the way.
Marcus: Friday –
I heard a commotion at the front door and looked up
to see Big Mark If that isn’t his
name, it should be, come in the
door, he was carrying Asia by the nape of her neck. She was kicking and swinging her arms around,
and spitting at him. He just carried her
along and had a big smile on his face, beneath that big wide handlebar. He set her on her feet and he kept her by the
neck. Someone brought a big wire
dog-kennel in and opened it for him. He
just picked her up again and stuffed her into it.
She was pissed off, I don’t
know all the details but I guessed that she got outside, and was caught by
Mark. She should have enjoyed it, she’s
told me several times she would like a really big man to just take and do what
ever he wishes with her, or to her, or both.
It looked like she got her wish, he seemed to be doing just what he
wanted and she couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
She sat in the kennel and
growled and snarled. Damned if she
didn’t sound just like a cat. Not a
sweet pussycat either but a feral feline, she was great.
I watched as
He went out to his rental car
to get something and saw
Janice was really interested, she had some sort of thing about a pet
pussycat. Her eyes lit up and she kept
licking her lips. Before long she
suggested that we go to a bistro she knew of for an aperitif.
I looked toward
Janice, Alina and Marcus left
in just a little bit and Mark pulled one of the dark walnut chairs from the
dinner table up by the kennel and sat beside it. Alina’s naked slave boy and Janice’s catering
girls cleared the table and put the dishes in the washer.
“Are you still hungry?” Mark
asked
“If I bring you food will you
be good for me?”
“No promises?” She shook her head.
“I love this,” Mark
said.
“I’ll take you out first?”
Mark suggested.
“That’s quite some collar,”
Mark said as he clipped a leash to
“Go ahead,” he said. “I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
“Ah, looks like your dinner
is prepared,” he chuckled a little. “Go
back inside.” They stopped in front of
the kennel, and he held the door. There
was a small dish of Fancy Feast Cat Food sitting inside the kennel.
“Get in there and eat it,”
Mark said when she hesitated. “I’ll put
you in there if necessary.”
“Eat The Damned Cat
Food.”
“Lick out the dish too,” Mark
ordered. She looked up and nodded, then
went back to her meal. She finished and
sat back looking toward Mark.
“Got it all cleaned?” He
asked, looking closely at the dish. He
was trying to find the tiniest fleck of cat food. There was none, the little crystal bowl
looked just out of the washer. Mark
opened the kennel and led
They walked through Janice’s
darkened house and up the wide marble stairs.
I couldn’t believe that
Marcus was going out with Janice and Alina, and leaving me here. When Mark said he was all done for the day
and wouldn’t be going anywhere, I perked right up. Whoever had the doggy-girl,
that I only saw momentarily, left with her. She was really small and had very curly
auburn hair, on
her head and between her legs. She wore
some kind of heavy mittens over her hands so she was about helpless. I preferred the effectiveness and evil
reputation afforded to pussycats. But I
still couldn’t open the damn kennel door.
Everyone at the party said their good-byes, leaving only Marcus, Mark,
Janice, Alina and of course her slave-boy.
The others left for their drink, right after that.
Mark dragged a chair from the
dining table to the side of the kennel and sat with his feet up on the
kennel. After a few minutes he asked me
if I was hungry, I nodded. When he
wanted me to promise to be good, I shook my head no. I really needed to pee first though. Mark took me outside on a leash and stopped
so I could pee in the hedge. We stopped
in almost the same spot that I used before.
He stood there and watched
while I went and then led me back inside, to eat my dinner. I was aghast, it was real cat food in a
little crystal dish, I decided that maybe I wasn’t so hungry after all. Mark said I had to get into the kennel or he
would put me there. I knew he could do
just that, so I slipped through the door again.
I knelt by the dish and tried a taste, it was awful. Even though I was hungry I really didn’t want
that.
“Eat that food,” Mark yelled
at me. I jumped and then tried
again. After I finished most of it he
told me to lick the dish clean too. I
ate and licked the dish with tears in my eyes.
I did my usual obsessive best and the little dish was sparkling when I
was finished. He even checked to make
sure I licked it clean.
He reached into the kennel
and took me out by the leash. I got out
to quickly avoid any extra pressure on my neck. Mark snapped my leash on and led me through
Janice’s tastefully decorated house.
Even though most of the lights were out, I could see that she had done
well with the decorating. She had very
nice artwork and several very well done and expensive renditions of famous
art. We went up the curved pale beige
marble stairs and at the top I saw an original Degas. It was lighted from a tiny spotlight in the
ceiling.
Mark led me along the bare
marble hallway to a room at the end on the right. We went into a rather small bedroom with an
enormous bed in the center; it was the centerpiece of the room. The bed must have been at least 8 feet long
and 5 feet wide, just huge and at least 4 feet above the floor.
I stood by as Mark took his
coat off and kicked off his black loafers.
I was getting hot – and wet – just watching him. When he lifted his arms and pulled his white
turtleneck off, Oh My God! I was in awe.
He had huge arms. His chest was
massive, great-corded muscles stretched over other great corded muscles. I couldn’t think of anything else to
say. There couldn’t have been more than
2 or maybe 3 ounces of fat anywhere on him and just two lines of muscular
squares made up his 32-inch waist.
The closer he got to naked
the more aroused I was. I wanted to
help, so I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. It was hard with my claws. I really wanted to see if his penis was as
big as the promise from the rest. When
he was down to his white and blue pinstripe boxers, he sat on the side of the
bed. I tried to reach into the front of
his shorts, but he wouldn’t let me.
He picked up a light blue and
pink tube of lube from the drawer in the nightstand, opened it and very
carefully dropped the cap in the right front corner of the drawer. He pulled me closer so that I stood between
his knees and turned me to the left. I
was a bit put off, because he didn’t even say anything to me. He just pushed me where he wanted, but I was
doing my best to be a pussycat.
Mark closed his legs over
mine and forced me over his left leg. He
pinned me between his knees and held me down with his left arm pressing on my
back. Mark heavily lubed his right index finger and then started greasing my
anus. NO. I didn’t want him to do that. I started to struggle and tried to get away,
but it didn’t do any good, I was not going anywhere.
When I relaxed a bit, he
added more lube, and another extra large finger. It did feel ok, not what I expected. I was starting to get more stimulated; the
sensations were not too bad. Actually
the sensations were becoming damned nice.
I was wondering if he intended to force a
third finger into my stretched anus. I
didn’t have to worry long, in just a few minutes, I yelped as he pushed another
finger into my little Not anymore hole. I was so turned on that I didn’t care if he
stuffed his whole hand into me.
He pulled his fingers out of
my anus and grasped my waist. Mark stood
and lifted me easily and turned around quickly. He laid me half on the bed, and forced my
dangling legs open so he could step between my thighs from the rear. I heard fabric rip as he pulled his boxers
off and he grasped his penis just below the head. Slowly he inserted it fully into my
rear. Oooohh! I’m sure it was no bigger than all three
of his fingers, but I still hadn’t seen it.
He began pumping in and out powerfully. I’d never allowed anyone to get into my anus,
even Marcus but I was so stimulated by him that I didn’t even
care. The pain he started was forgotten,
lost in my exhilaration.
I was getting closer and
closer, when I felt him jerk a little and then a hot flood in my guts. Then he stopped pushing and lifted me, he
stood and turned around without pulling out.
Mark sat on the bed and kept me impaled on his huge penis. He started lifting me up and down on his
member.
When I did cum I felt
tremendous pressure all through my whole body.
My temples pounded and my vision went dark. I swear! I’ve never felt anything remotely like
it. Mark pulled me close to his chest
and laid over on the bed, he curled up to me and I could feel him against my
bottom. His big penis was still in my
anus. I tried to struggle a little, but
he was so strong and I was so tired and sleepy after all that.
I woke and I could see the
sunlight streaming through the light blue sheer curtains. Mark still held me and his penis was still in
my anus, but not hard now. He was sound
asleep, and I found I could move around so I slipped out of his arms, as I
moved away his penis slipped out of my anus.
When they walked by the
kitchen,
The morning was quite cold
and made
The lot in front of Marcus’
adult apartment was totally vacant when they arrived. No one and no other cars were even in the
lot. Marcus led
Marcus led
They went into the bath and
Marcus turned the shower on as hot as he could stand, almost as hot as
Marcus soaped himself while
When he was done washing
himself, he started with
He started on top of her
shoulders and back, when he got to the base of her spine he knelt to bathe her
feet and ankles. Marcus soaped her legs
languidly and worked his way up her legs and thighs. He stood while she rinsed her legs.
She stepped back to give him
better access to her front, so he could wash her breasts, nipples and
belly. When he was done, he directed her
to turn and rinse by making a twirling motion with his right hand.
“I’ll be careful,” he assured
her as he poured more soap from the bottle.
“Sorry,” he said. “Maybe another time.” She slowly shook her head again. There would be no more times for her with
Mark. Too much like his sister.
She hissed and smiled at him.
They were done washing and got out of the shower.
After getting
To be
continued…..
Ahead: Cats and Dogs.
|
|
|