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Good Kitten

Each sting on my skin tethered me to this world keeping the black void just out of reach.  Heat flooded my ass as his voice cut into my flickering consciousness.

“Twenty more. Count for me, kitten.  Twenty more.  Ready?”

I felt my head bob in agreement as if an invisible puppetmaster released the tension on my neck.

“Are you sure, kitten?”

Twenty.  I could do twenty.  Air filled my lungs. I allowed my body to relax, and I closed my eyes.  I didn’t have to think.  I simply had to feel.

“Yes.  Ready.”

The whoosh of the belt came quickly and I yelped, “One.”

I breathed numbers in the off beats as he found his mark. My body took each stroke and absorbed the sting as my yelps increased in volume.

“Eight.  Nine. Ten…ughn!”

My voice wobbled, and he paused.  I felt his hand rub circles on my ass as he allowed me a brief intermission.  Errant fingers trace the wetness of my slit, and I mewled in wanting as felt his hard cock bump against the back of my thigh.  Owned. The word flashed through my mind as I let go of the last piece of human thought before becoming his pet. The sting of the belt began again.   Soon the spoken numbers jumbled into guttural mewing and his voice began to replace mine.  Twenty.   The belt clattered to the floor, he wrapped my trembling body in his embrace and tipped my head back for a kiss.  My inner fire swelled into animal wanting.  He pulled me back into position by my leash, and the restriction of the collar made me pant for a good breath. He grinned at me like a wolf baring his teeth to the rabbit.  When he was satisfied with my posture, he stroked my back while easing the pressure on my throat. I purred and arched low so that I was open to him.  Thick fingers filled my ache then he allowed me to lick my wetness with dainty tongue flicks.

“Meow?”

“Mmmmm there’s my kitten.”

I felt him kneel on the bed behind me.

He grabbed my tender ass and dug his fingers into the crimson flesh before sinking balls deep into me.  The pain blinded me, but the forceful strokes of his cock in my kitty cunt made me yowl for more.  He pumped me hard until my thighs were slick.  The headboard banged against the wall in rhythm, and our wedding photo was knocked askew.  He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back.  I yowled as my body spasmed in waves of orgasm forcing me to buck wildly against his cock.  I felt him swell and flood my pussy as he howled in the release.  He pulsed and twitched inside me.  His body went slack and fell next to me.  He roughly pulled me to him, and I felt his heart pound against my back.

“Good kitten,” he whispered before giving the ribbon holding my mask in place a tug.  I watched the lacy silhouette of a kitten float to the floor through sleepy eyes as I curled against my love.

“Mew.”

 

 

 

 

Morning After

Morning After

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The morning light woke Katy with cozy warmth.  She stretched her long bare legs as her eyes focused.  Staring at her was a poster on the ceiling of a half-clad woman draped on a motorcycle. Nice. She glanced around the rest of the apartment and noted mismatched worn furniture, stacks of pizza boxes in the corner and a pair of muddy boots by the door.  She cursed and realized that once again she did not end up in her own apartment after a night on the town. This was definitely a bachelor residence complete with black leather furniture and a huge ass flat screen TV filling the wall across from the bed.   She tried to suppress a laugh, but the giggle escaped causing the sleeping mountain of a man beside her to stir. He threw a beefy arm over her bare midriff and pulled her closer. He was indeed her type with broad shoulders, calloused hands, and chiseled features.  She was sure he was a trucker, construction worker, or firefighter of some sort.

“Hey you,” Katy murmured into his ear as she desperately tried to remember his name, “I need to get going.”  The man stirred again and slid his hand up to her breast. Katy savored the zing she felt in her pussy as his rough hand connected to her pert nipple.  

She squeezed her thighs together to quiet the beginning of yearning and momentarily allowed herself a small sigh of pleasure.  Her gentle noise made him open his eyes, and he snuggled his thick dick against her bare bottom. Her body buzzed with wanting. She closed her eyes and sunk back into his embrace.  Her first appointment was in the late afternoon, but she liked her one night stands fast and forgettable. She could barely remember meeting this man last night, but her body reminded her that she greatly enjoyed his touch.  

“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered.  Katy turned to kiss him but wrinkled her nose at the scent of his beer tainted morning breath.  That got her moving. She gave him a quick peck and unwound herself from his body although the feel of a stirring cock was very tempting.  

This part of the morning-after always jogged her memory of the previous evening’s events. It was like a treasure hunt. Katy thought for a moment about what was wearing last night.  Her little red dress was easy to spot and she picked it up from the floor near the bathroom. She remembered that the reason that they ended up at his place was that she needed to pee and he lived above the bar.  The three jumbo margaritas from the night before made her memory fuzzy, but the night was slowly coming back to her.  She remembered his laugh. He had a rich and glorious laugh that filled Katy with warmth. She loved a good sense of humor and ending up in his bed was a good indication that she enjoyed the company of that man who watching her with hungry eyes. Their eyes met and he smiled.

She went back to work on searching for her stuff.  Her stockings were draped over a ceiling fan that was spinning lazily in the living area.  She vaguely remembered slingshotting them up there as they were rolling around on the couch to see if they could fly.  She was such a dork.

“Ummm, do you know where my bra is?” Katy called to the man in bed.  He grinned and gestured towards the refrigerator. She opened the fridge and noted that the gallon of milk was sporting her favorite red lacy bra. She knew that she probably thought that was very funny to dress the milk in the middle of foreplay, but now it just made her nipples harden as she hastily clasped the thoroughly chilled garment to her body.

The man on the bed burst out laughing.  “That was definitely a new one for me,” he called, “You put on one hell of a puppet show.”  Katy felt her face redden. She was extremely playful, but her partners often didn’t know what to do with her antics.  She was so glad that he was laughing and suddenly remembered where she put her panties.

She opened the freezer and saw a peep of red.  Luxurious silk and lace, frozen solid. Katy’s shoulders slumped.  Yep. She was a super dork.

His lips were inches from her ear as he chuckled, “I told you that was a bad idea.  You lost our game and the price was frozen underwear. We were playing Rock, Paper, Scissors.  You ALWAYS did scissors so it was pretty easy to win. Please come back to bed?”

His arm reached around her to close the freezer door.  Her body responded immediately with warmth and wetness. Her fingers gripped the counter tightly to prevent herself from sinking back against his chest and begging for his touch.   

Katy loved men.  She loved sex without connection or a relationship.  She liked being free to do as she pleased and only went to bed with a man when she couldn’t satisfy herself alone.  She was usually gone before her man-candy even woke up, but the latest conquest was difficult to leave.

He kissed her neck lightly and this made her sigh.  The lure of his deliciousness broke her resolve and she allowed herself to be led towards the bed.

She dropped her things on the floor as his hands circled her waist to pull her on top of him.  He grinned at her while tracing a finger over the lips. She nipped his thumb and he slid his hand under her hair to pull her in for a kiss.  Their lips met softly. Katy recoiled.

“Gah!  We need to brush our teeth!  Your breath smells like an old sock! Come on,”  Katy commanded. She sprang off her surprised lover and headed to the bathroom.  She snagged some toothpaste from the sink and put it on her finger. She gargled and spat in his sink as his face appeared in the mirror behind her.  She plucked his toothbrush from the cup and added toothpaste.

“Open.”  His eyes widened but he complied and allowed her to brush his teeth.  She liked men who could follow orders and perhaps this mystery man would be worth seeing again on a real date.  She waited for him to spit and then sat on the bathroom counter. He eased himself between her legs and bent to kiss her.

Katy moaned as he deepened their kiss. She wiggled her hips until her body was balanced against his on the edge of the counter.    He pulled back to look in her eyes for consent, and she nodded while wrapping her legs around his hips. She helped his cock ease into her pussy.  

“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered.

“We’ll work on that,” Katy replied as she began to buck against his body.