Symbiotic Pet 2: Kitty-Cat awakens

It had started only recently, innocently enough, she had washed herself and returned to our favourite sleeping spot and laid down, next to me... smelling clean, her skin warm and soft to snuggle against... irresistable!

She had touched me as I lay against her, my soft grey fur warming her body as she cooled down, she patting me with long smooth strokes, enjoying watching my reaction to her. Drawing my fur back from my head which rested against her abdomen and back to the tip of my tail, which lay by her smiling face. I lay with my eyes closed, enjoying the blissful feeling of being touched. Pressing myself against her and purring contentedly, feeling the vibrations running through me, through her... long fingers massaging my skin. The feelings that I enjoyed kept building up; warm... happy... pleasurable... sensual... erotic... sexual...
The Mistress noticed my reaction, my pink cock slowly protuding out... I might have been embarrassed except she didn't stop stroking me. "Oh", she gave a small gasp of shock when she first noticed "Oh, my God!... look at you!", but was soon running her hand over it too... easily passing from tip to base, fingers freely passing over the downward facing barbs, catching on them when she moved her fingers the other way.
Her fingers continued to weave their magic and I couldn't keep quiet, my groans and vocalisations were drawn out of me by my inexpicable need that she had awoken. She listened to me beg for more, laughing softly at the sounds I made as I squirmed and involuntarily pumped myself against her fingers... increasingly desperate to get satisfaction.
She warmed up as she continued to play with me, a new smell rising from her. She grew more intent on what she was doing... it stopped being the languid petting and she became... focussed. I know enough now to detect and bolster arousal in a human, but that first time the Mistress's urges were of her own creation and my own inexperience.

Ahhh! the smell of the first time will always linger in my memory! such a sweet scent! First, perspiration formed on her skin... I merely wanted to lick the salt from her. The position of my mouth, near where her legs started, forced me to lick around her thighs, stomach and all in between. She took the raspy but delicately soft sensation on her inner thighs, the long, sweeping strokes that added my own dampness to her legs and amplified it in her mind, soon she was gasping for breath at the feelings that I was awakening in her. She wanted something... wanted me. She spread her legs ever wider, opening herself more and more as I tongued her. I was merely savouring the scent and taste of her body... all unknowingly, seducing her.

After some time had past, she had stopped petting me and transfered her hands to herself. Still purring, I nudged her warmth repeatedly with my head, trying to get her to resume. She was petting herself now, long strokes, gently over her face, fingers tracing over ears, eyebrow, down to the neck, over her fine jawbone, extending to touch her lips. Down over her graceful neck circling and gently squeezing her breasts. Lower, past my head, stroking between her legs... staying down there. I watched as she worked her fingers, massaging her skin, ignoring me now... I bumped her hand, hard enough for her fingers to stab inside herslf involunterily. She moaned and grabbed my head, dragging me between her legs and pushing my face against herself... my nose and face spread her apart, coating me with a wet covering and new scent. It was sweet and tasty on my tongue. She forced my head as deep into her as she could... I was trying to pull back, but she was too strong for me. I started to struggle and although I didn't want to hurt her, my claws racked her bum as I grew desperate... that got her attention and she released my head. I started to lick my face clean, the fluid her body was producing was very tasty... I wanted more of it.


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The cat's claws on my butt brought me back to myself. I released his head, he drew back slightly, his ears straightened up and he began to clean his face... what was I doing? fucking the cats face? The sight of his small boner, that my patting had produced, had been gratifying... I had turned the cat on! his reaction, so hard and so different looking, had been exciting. He had even sounded like a man, in a cat-like way, pleading for more, as I had stroked it. It made me feel good... knowing that I was in charge, powerful and dominant... the first time in a long time.

I had looked at it's barbed wickedness and, for the first time, seriously contemplated letting an animal inside me.
I put the thought aside... no!
But... what would it feel like?

Using my fingers I had enhanced my thoughts, stroking my labia, my clitorus, in my imagination, taking my cats erection inside, the skin parting, embracing him, feeling him inside me. Fucking me, like everything that my husband wasn't anymore... youthfully exuberant, demanding, selfish... exciting and, ultimately, fulfilling my own needs... like old times! I put the memories aside... those days were gone.
I pictured the cats cock, so easily slipped in... gripping and pulling at my skin, as it exited. Drawing my pussy out of my body slightly, before being thrust in again.
It would feel like this!, I tried to make my hand do what I imagined... too smooth... nothing that I thought of would do the same thing... I tried to picture various items from around the house that I could use to emulate a cat phallus... nothing came to mind. Frustrated, needing to come, I rolled to my side, opened one of the drawers and removed my vibrator. Luckily the batteries were still good. I guided it inside and began to work it, in and out... feeling it begin to excite me as I thought about having sex with the cat... it couldn't be a cats cock but my imagination compensated for the lack of barbs and it was good enough. The cat had started when the vibrator turned on but it soon began nuzzling at it as the pitch changed, depending on whether it was deep or shallow inside me. He began licking the device as it exited me, tongue swirling around it, around me too. My mind seized on the thought of cat saliva going inside me... giving it qualities of an aphrodisiac, that explained my horniness, and allowed for some vocalisations of my own
"Yes... thats right! cat-cock... big... spikey... right up inside me... pulling back... deep thrust... faster now... good cat... more!... faster!... harder!... I like that... yes, like that!... do that again... again!... yes!... drive that cock into me... fuck me hard!... nearly there!... lick me too!... Oh!... more!... Oh, God! you've got a wicked tongue!... yes... yes!... MMmmm.... Hmmmmm!.... oh, yeah... thats right!... so good!... yes... there it is!...." I rode the vibrator as I came, the delicious spasms sending shudders of delight through me. Mmm... cat cock!, fantastic! I held the thought close, even though I was finished... still entranced by the concept. That was probably a mistake. I should have pushed the thought away... disgusted at my thoughts. But no!... the thought had made me come, better and bigger than a long time. I finished with a long sigh of satisfaction and removed the still working vibrator from inside of me.
The cat pawed it down to itself, locking it's forelegs around it and biting the tip... a new toy to play with overriding it's... it was still hard? I let it go to avoid the claws...


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I had licked the fluid from her body and the buzzing object she was using until it was too deep inside to reach properly, then transfered my attention to the parts of her body that I could still reach. Her reactions to my licking were gratifying, judging by the squirming, shuddering and words that she said. Finally she had stiffened and thrashed around on the bed until she quietened down and opened her eyes again.
She withdrew the toy from her body, I grabbed it with my paws, claws extended to make the catch and brought it to my mouth, biting it. I tasted her body again, savouring it but then focussed on my new kill. It's noisy vibrations gave it a life that I had to extinguish and I enveloped it with my body, legs, claws and teeth coming into play to subdue it. The Mistress quickly reached out, taking possession of the kill... looking at the toy and at me also. The she rubbed the tip of the toy against my chest, sending the vibrations through my body... similar to my purring, running deep into me... it was pleasant. I stopped trying to kill it and welcomed the feelings it brought to me.
She stroked it lower, around my cock, it started vibrating also... a sensation so, so... intense... that nothing else mattered to me... I told her that, "You want my kill? take it!, take it all, it's yours, Mistress! just don't stop!." She smiled at my cat-talk as she moved tip of the toy down my body... running it over my balls. I started to yowl softly, losing control of my thoughts, wanting more, not knowing what I wanted. I gripped the toy and drew it along my body, now it touched both my nuts and my hard cock... it was even harder than I had thought posible, I started to move, not knowing what had provoked the movement... rythmically moving my shaft and body along the toy. It all combined to produce a feeling... indescribably good!. With little grunts of effort I fucked the toy with increasing abandon with the Mistress looking on, eyes intent on what I was doing, watching my huge cock sliding long the toys length. I past a point where I lost control, spasms of pressure and pleasure caused my own liquid to exit me in a series of squirts, it pooled messily onto the sheet of the bed. The Mistress murmured in suprise, wiped her fingers through the liquid and then sniffed the sloppy goo tentatively. She frowned a little bit, then licked it, taking a small amount into her mouth. An odd expression appeared on her face, as if she didn't trust what she was tasting... she placed all of her come-covered fingers inside and sucked them clean, rolling the larger sample around before swallowing it. She gave a small smile and said "Not what I was expecting!, yum!" She gave me a pat and adroitly removed the toy from my paws, now unclenched after all the tension had drained from me. It stopped buzzing in her hands and it was wiped clean and deposited back into the drawer.
I would have been happy to have fallen asleep, lying in a pool of cat-come and inhaling the smell of human perspriation, put the Mistress casually tossed me off the bed and stripped off the sheets... they were laundered and dried before the evening.

How easily she seduced me!... I realise now, we seduced each other...
and we make no apology for it.
Well, as you all know...
Kitty-cats don't do "Sorry!"
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