Kitty
Introduction:
Kitty gets a surprise…
This is my first story of this sort, so please bear with me. I know the spacing needs work, and i will edit it when I can from a computer, as all of this was written during breaks at work on my cellphone. That being said, please feel free to comment with constructive critisism, as I’d (literally) love to hear it.
I can picture it, me all dressed up, with my tail in and ears on, collared and blindfolded, and being led around on my leash with steady tugs to guide me where my mister wants me to go. I can feel the breeze on my skin and get goosebumps, unable to tell if we’ve gone outside or just near the large open window. I strain to hear past the headphones playing my bellydancing songs, trying to listen for cars or startled neighbours. But the sensory deprivation serves you well, blocking all other noise as well as stirring me to roll my hips and walk sensually along wherever you lead. I hesitate when I feel the boards of the deck under my bare feet, but two abrupt tugs on my leash and I’m hurrying behind you, hoping to avoid anyone seeing me if they glance out their windows.
I can’t help but blush, as my nipples get even harder, and I can feel the wetness moving down my thighs. Being exposed like this, the threat of being caught, is working it’s magic on me. You lead me onto the grass, and tug me to all fours. I stay there for a moment, untouched and waiting, while the anticipation drives me wild. Finally, I feel another tug, and crawl forward to rub myself against your legs. And so begins a complicated dance, me crawling as the music wails and the leash tugs me against you over and over again, in different directions and with varying force until I’m completely disoriented and more than a little wild with wanting. The wetness flows down my thighs in a steady stream and my skin is tight and hot. So finally, I take a chance and rub my face up your covered thigh, hoping to end the dance and be bred like a good pet.
You put a hand on my head, petting my hair and back, and then lead me into the house again. You remove my headphones, and smiling in my excitement, I follow eagerly down the stairs into our sanctuary. Finally sitting back on my heels on my favourite cushion, I feel my blindfold being taken off. The first thing I see is you, sitting in the armchair near the door. My blood pounding, my eyes leap to the man holding my leash, and another, standing nearby. I recognize them both easily, men I’ve entertained at business parties and social events. Your boss and your best friend. My eyes meet yours again, too shocked to keep them properly lowered. You frown at me until I correct myself, and then I can hear the smile in your voice as you speak for the first time. “My lovely pet, gentlemen. Isn’t she just as exquisite as I told you?”
The man closest to me, your boss, runs his hands down my neck and over my throbbing breasts. “You were right as always. I didn’t believe you when you said she turned into a little slut-kitten at the drop of a hat. But here she is, almost begging for it, ready for any one of us.”
I cringe, knowing it’s true, praying that no one has noticed the pool of moisture that has been steadily growing between my spread thighs since I realized that my Mister was exposing me for his pleasure, and the pleasure of his friends. Rough hands pull me to my feet, and I glance up to see your best friend, a man I’ve cooked for a hundred times, with his pants off and a hard cock on proud display. “Come dance for us little kitten. You know I’ve always loved when you dance…” The soundtrack from my ipod starts playing though the rooms surround sound, the haunting strains designed to stir the blood and ensnare the senses. I look at you again, unsure of what I’m supposed to do, and looking for some sort of a reprieve. You frown again, and get up to come to me. Reaching between my legs, you come away with slick fingers, holding them in front of my mouth to lick clean as I always do. “Don’t play shy little minx. Go and dance for the nice gentlemen, and don’t disappoint me. You would hate to do that. ”
I slump a bit, as much as I can while wearing the strict posture collar that is a regular part of my ensemble. Then slowly and tentatively, I move towards the other two men, now sitting side by side in the leather couch, one naked and The other fully dressed in a sharp suit. Not wanting to disappoint, or embarrass my Mister in front of his friends, I begin one of my most innocent belly dances. Moving to the throbbing music reminds me of the dance outside, and it strikes me that that was most likely the arrival of these men, seeing me meet them in the yard, rubbing myself shamelessly against them… The thought makes my whole body flush. Combined with the dancing, and the heavy feeling of the eyes of all three men as I move through the music, I can feel my arousal reaching a fever pitch. The song winds to an end, and the next is a seductive, slow moving song, a wailing lament to a lost love. I threw myself into the dance, a personal favourite, until suddenly I felt another tug on my leash. Your boss has stood up, and is tugging me down to sit by his feet. I watch his hands as he unzips his pants, and pulls out his rock hard cock. “Come and get some cream little kitten. Be a good girl” Beyond feeling embarrassed at playing the whore for these men, I eagerly start licking and sucking at his tasty treat, knowing you are watching with approval from a few feet away. I tilt my head back, allowing better access to my throat as he begins to thrust in harder and faster. Moments later, I nearly choke as I’m shocked by the feeling of being penetrated from behind, by what I can only assume is your best friend. The feeling of being full of cock in two holes is overwhelming, and my first orgasm of the day crashes over me, drawing offhand comments from the men to you, about how lucky you are to have such a good little slut, and how tight and wet I feel. You take the compliments as your due, and I feel tears of humiliation begin to roll down my cheeks, as you all discuss me as though I can’t hear a word. As though waiting for the signal, both men increase the speed and force of their thrusts, until I cannot help but cum again, flooding cum until it gushes down and forms a large puddle on the floor. Finally, your boss cums, pouring a large hot load down my throat as a I struggle to swallow and not choke. I no sooner regained my breath than your friend pulled out of my sopping pussy and flipped me over to cum all over my breasts. Giving me a quick pat on the head, your friend rejoined the boss, to watch as you make your way to me. I find myself once again on all fours, with my face low to the ground and my tail pointing up at you. You grab hold of my collar, and thrust into me hard and fast, making me whimper and moan as you force your way past my cervix and into the deepest parts of me. I can feel the pressure building, as your total domination of my body makes me teeter on the edge of total abandon, and suddenly you pause, lean forward, and whisper in my ear “Happy birthday my sexy minx”. A soul shattering climax rips through me, and the last thing I’m aware of as I drift into oblivion, are the gentle hands of all three men petting me and tucking me into bed.
I can picture it, me all dressed up, with my tail in and ears on, collared and blindfolded, and being led around on my leash with steady tugs to guide me where my mister wants me to go. I can feel the breeze on my skin and get goosebumps, unable to tell if we’ve gone outside or just near the large open window. I strain to hear past the headphones playing my bellydancing songs, trying to listen for cars or startled neighbours. But the sensory deprivation serves you well, blocking all other noise as well as stirring me to roll my hips and walk sensually along wherever you lead. I hesitate when I feel the boards of the deck under my bare feet, but two abrupt tugs on my leash and I’m hurrying behind you, hoping to avoid anyone seeing me if they glance out their windows.
I can’t help but blush, as my nipples get even harder, and I can feel the wetness moving down my thighs. Being exposed like this, the threat of being caught, is working it’s magic on me. You lead me onto the grass, and tug me to all fours. I stay there for a moment, untouched and waiting, while the anticipation drives me wild. Finally, I feel another tug, and crawl forward to rub myself against your legs. And so begins a complicated dance, me crawling as the music wails and the leash tugs me against you over and over again, in different directions and with varying force until I’m completely disoriented and more than a little wild with wanting. The wetness flows down my thighs in a steady stream and my skin is tight and hot. So finally, I take a chance and rub my face up your covered thigh, hoping to end the dance and be bred like a good pet.
You put a hand on my head, petting my hair and back, and then lead me into the house again. You remove my headphones, and smiling in my excitement, I follow eagerly down the stairs into our sanctuary. Finally sitting back on my heels on my favourite cushion, I feel my blindfold being taken off. The first thing I see is you, sitting in the armchair near the door. My blood pounding, my eyes leap to the man holding my leash, and another, standing nearby. I recognize them both easily, men I’ve entertained at business parties and social events. Your boss and your best friend. My eyes meet yours again, too shocked to keep them properly lowered. You frown at me until I correct myself, and then I can hear the smile in your voice as you speak for the first time. “My lovely pet, gentlemen. Isn’t she just as exquisite as I told you?”
The man closest to me, your boss, runs his hands down my neck and over my throbbing breasts. “You were right as always. I didn’t believe you when you said she turned into a little slut-kitten at the drop of a hat. But here she is, almost begging for it, ready for any one of us.”
I cringe, knowing it’s true, praying that no one has noticed the pool of moisture that has been steadily growing between my spread thighs since I realized that my Mister was exposing me for his pleasure, and the pleasure of his friends. Rough hands pull me to my feet, and I glance up to see your best friend, a man I’ve cooked for a hundred times, with his pants off and a hard cock on proud display. “Come dance for us little kitten. You know I’ve always loved when you dance…” The soundtrack from my ipod starts playing though the rooms surround sound, the haunting strains designed to stir the blood and ensnare the senses. I look at you again, unsure of what I’m supposed to do, and looking for some sort of a reprieve. You frown again, and get up to come to me. Reaching between my legs, you come away with slick fingers, holding them in front of my mouth to lick clean as I always do. “Don’t play shy little minx. Go and dance for the nice gentlemen, and don’t disappoint me. You would hate to do that. ”
I slump a bit, as much as I can while wearing the strict posture collar that is a regular part of my ensemble. Then slowly and tentatively, I move towards the other two men, now sitting side by side in the leather couch, one naked and The other fully dressed in a sharp suit. Not wanting to disappoint, or embarrass my Mister in front of his friends, I begin one of my most innocent belly dances. Moving to the throbbing music reminds me of the dance outside, and it strikes me that that was most likely the arrival of these men, seeing me meet them in the yard, rubbing myself shamelessly against them… The thought makes my whole body flush. Combined with the dancing, and the heavy feeling of the eyes of all three men as I move through the music, I can feel my arousal reaching a fever pitch. The song winds to an end, and the next is a seductive, slow moving song, a wailing lament to a lost love. I threw myself into the dance, a personal favourite, until suddenly I felt another tug on my leash. Your boss has stood up, and is tugging me down to sit by his feet. I watch his hands as he unzips his pants, and pulls out his rock hard cock. “Come and get some cream little kitten. Be a good girl” Beyond feeling embarrassed at playing the whore for these men, I eagerly start licking and sucking at his tasty treat, knowing you are watching with approval from a few feet away. I tilt my head back, allowing better access to my throat as he begins to thrust in harder and faster. Moments later, I nearly choke as I’m shocked by the feeling of being penetrated from behind, by what I can only assume is your best friend. The feeling of being full of cock in two holes is overwhelming, and my first orgasm of the day crashes over me, drawing offhand comments from the men to you, about how lucky you are to have such a good little slut, and how tight and wet I feel. You take the compliments as your due, and I feel tears of humiliation begin to roll down my cheeks, as you all discuss me as though I can’t hear a word. As though waiting for the signal, both men increase the speed and force of their thrusts, until I cannot help but cum again, flooding cum until it gushes down and forms a large puddle on the floor. Finally, your boss cums, pouring a large hot load down my throat as a I struggle to swallow and not choke. I no sooner regained my breath than your friend pulled out of my sopping pussy and flipped me over to cum all over my breasts. Giving me a quick pat on the head, your friend rejoined the boss, to watch as you make your way to me. I find myself once again on all fours, with my face low to the ground and my tail pointing up at you. You grab hold of my collar, and thrust into me hard and fast, making me whimper and moan as you force your way past my cervix and into the deepest parts of me. I can feel the pressure building, as your total domination of my body makes me teeter on the edge of total abandon, and suddenly you pause, lean forward, and whisper in my ear “Happy birthday my sexy minx”. A soul shattering climax rips through me, and the last thing I’m aware of as I drift into oblivion, are the gentle hands of all three men petting me and tucking me into bed.
