After she'd done a few laps around him she dropped easily to all fours and circled him again this time brushing up against him. Then sniffed at his crotch several times before canting her head slightly. "My name is Lilli. I'm a kitty!" She exclaimed then shot back upright sniffing Jermaine's face lightly tickling his face with her whiskers.
"Is she always like this?" Jermaine asked doing his best to hold still while she continued to inspect him. It was unusual to have a woman inspecting you like an animal.
"No, not always. She's a bit moody at times; sometimes she won't come down to talk to us. She's never shown any hints of being dangerous though. Just be sure you know what you want because once she's got a certain idea in her head it can be hard to get her back on track if you know what I mean." Sharpe turned and stepped away. "I'll be waiting to debrief you when you've finished."
The door hissed shut behind Jermaine and he was alone with Lilli. "Hello Lilli. I am Jermaine and you are amazing."
"Yes I am amazing." She stepped back and then sat down on her haunches. "You are Jermaine. I was made for you. Do you like me?" She posed slightly lifting her thick tail away from her well formed ass and lifted herself up just slightly. When Jermaine remained silent a pout formed on her mouth. "I hope you like me." She lifted one leg straight into the air and twisted her head down and proceeded to lick herself. "They made me very bendy. I was told men like bendy." She rolled forward so here breasts were crushed between her body and the floor then comfortably rested her feet on her own head. "I can get into all kinds of positions." She turned over so she was on her back and locked her ankles behind her head and rocked back and forth.
"Holy shit. They actually managed it. I can't believe it, you're not real." Jermaine whispered.
A human wouldn't have heard the sound that barely escaped his lips but her triangular ears swiveled quickly toward him. "Lilli is real." Remaining on the floor she crawled toward him careful to exaggerate the feline role of her shoulder. "If Lilli wasn't could she do this?" She reached up and pulled his pants down to his ankles, then did the same with his boxers. Lilli sat back on her heels and wrapped her breasts around Reinhardt's cock and started sliding them up and down.
"No you couldn't." Reinhart gasped. It was like being jerked off by velvet. "Damn that feels great."
"Lilli can do other things too." She opened her mouth and every time his cock emerged from between her tan furred breasts it slipped into her mouth and her tongue raced around the crown before letting it vanish back between her breasts. "This is what she was made to do. I like it. I like making men happy." She purred contently and Reinhart felt the vibrations through her chest and instantly shuddered. "You like that don't you?" Before he could answer she was purring again louder than before. "Are you gonna cum for Lilli? Right here? Right now? All on Lilli's pretty fur?" It would have happened without her honeyed coaxing but Jermaine threw his head back and nearly howled as his cum erupted some landing on her chin and her throat before dripping back down to her breasts where the rest of his load had landed. "Yummy."
Jermaine took a step back to catch his breath. Lilli was happily licking his cum from her breasts and grinning. "You aren't tired are you? Lilli hasn't gotten to feel you inside yet." She turned away from him stretching her arms in front of her and lifting her tailed rump. It wasted with her tail but after a moment her hips were swaying enticingly. "You do want to show Lilli how big a man you are?" Jermaine grinned slightly and stepped forward grabbing Lilli's tail at its base and yanking her up onto her toes. "Oooh. Lilli likes it rough." Jermaine grinned and stabbed his cock into her in a single brutal stroke.
"Do you? Do you like it rough?" Jermaine snarled pounding her as hard as he could manage. Each stroke sent the slight feline beauty stumbling just slightly. Not a single complaint parted her lips. The sounds spilling from her lips were utter rapture. What had been whimpers became erotic cries when Jermaine snatched her hair and pulled her straight back so she was looking up at him. No human could have bent that far but Lilli wasn't even troubled by it. The fire glowing in her eyes was almost hot enough to burn even before she lunged up into a kiss. He hadn't noticed before but he could feel it in her kiss. She was hot, actual heat, he could feel it in her kiss, it was a pleasant warmth. He should have expected it but she didn't taste human, there was a hint of tang in her kiss. Jermaine felt his back straightened when her tail wrapped around his middle and slid up his spine. "Oh God."
""Don't you mean oh Lilli?" She purred. "Lilli thinks it sounds better. "Oh Lilli! Oh Lilli!" She started chanting breathily each one a little more intense. Lilli reached over her head wrapping her arms around Jermaine's neck, then hooked her legs around his thighs so she was completely supported by him. "Oh Lilli!" He could feel her muscles clamping down around him stronger, tighter it than he'd ever experienced. "Oh Lilli!" She howled as her orgasm crashed against her.
"Oh Lilli!" Jermaine echoed as she brought him to his second orgasm of the day. He started to stumble, his legs threatening to go from beneath him but she was quicker landing and catching him. "Oh Lilli."
"You are pleased?" Jermaine nodded. "Good. Lilli is happy. We can go now?" She smiled and kissed his cheek.
"Yes." The doors opened as soon as he spoke.
"I take it you were pleased sir?" Dr. Sharpe grinned.
The End.
Taken
The snow piled upon the windows, rounding the corners. The shadows it cast made the cabin much darker than it should be, in the mid-afternoon.
She plied the fire with another piece of wood, poking it carefully into the burning pile. Hot ashes danced upwards, celebrating the commitment of the log to the transformative process. The flames were welcoming, and accepted the new fuel in long licks.
In the corner, he'd been "reading", his eyes stealing glances of her more than they stayed on the book. He watched her kneel and stretch before the fire's heat. He watched the fire consume itself. Arising from his chair, he approached her. Sliding his hands up under her green velvet skirt, along the backs of her thighs, his palms now cupping her ass.
Releasing a long sigh, she pushed back to his hand, raising her hips to him in offering-- resting her head on the floor. He moved her skirt up and over her back, and pushed her thighs apart. His fingers pressed hard against her panties, already he could feel the hot damp, that told of his love's desire.
"Ohhhh, please." Her words were moaned, breathy and hoarse, as her hips swayed, like a cobra before a charmer, her panties going quickly from damp to wet.
Her wantonness called forth a low growl from somewhere deep inside of him. Arousal stirred profoundly within them both .
Her sighs grew into the lowest of moans as the pressure of his fingers, broad and flat between her lips, brought on her juices, slick and hot. His cock stiffened and throbbed, straining against his trousers.
His hands slipped her panties down. Pressing his mouth to her wet folds. His tongue sought her red berry-- swollen. He sucked it between his teeth until she shook.
His mouth sucked at her pleasure as his fingers delved into her core. Spread open, he pressed and stroked hard against that spot that made her world dissolve. Their lust grew as it was reflected from one back to the other. It built until it had to crest. Her cries rang from the walls as his lips sucked the passion from her center.
Dissolving into the tides washing over them-- flowing from her. The waves crashed, near enough to drown him. He pressed her frenzied body tight against him, his arm cradling her hips and belly. Her breath caught raggedly, as her cries subsided.
And when her world fell back into place, she found his hand pressing against the nape of her neck, holding her cheek against the cool floor. Her orgasm brought her fully present into her body, into this moment, livening her senses. Her ears picked up a rustling of cloth, the howl of the wind against the windows, and the crackling of the fire which warmed her skin. He lowered himself to her, his mouth at her ear.
"Fucking perfect." His voice was low and lusty, hot
breath warming her neck. She could feel his skin against hers, covering her body.
"Sit up, love, and turn to me". Without hesitation, she rose, her hips lowered to rest on her upturned feet, and turned. Her eyes slowly scanned up the lines of his legs, stopping at his cock, rampant and pulsing. She drew in a deep breath as she turned her face up, her gaze continuing to follow the lines of his belly and chest. He could feel her eyes on his skin, as palpable as her delicate hand would be.
She rose until her face was level with his pulsing cock. She guided his stiffness into her mouth, sucking longingly on his shaft. Her lips tight around him as his fingers caught in her hair, pulling her closer. He pulled her down until his throbbing cock filled her mouth, and pushed on. Opening her throat she engulfed him, pulsating around his head.
He held her there for moments, for eternities, as she gave into the fullness. Her breath held, nothing remaining but the his cock, demanding her attention.
He eased his hold and she released him, gasping. His strong hands cupped her breasts, pushing them close together, he shifted until he could angle his cock into her cleft, and he pumped-- growling.
Holding herself steady, her hands on his shoulders, she caught his eyes, and held his gaze as he built his passion. Caught in his dark iris, she found herself falling, like that feeling she got when she looked up into the endless starry sky. Her breath a vocalization of her desire, in soft sighs and whimpers.
With a deep groan, he found release--- his thick hot cream showering them in liquid proof of the lust shared.
They sat together, holding close, wet in each others desire. Connected, breathing, warm.
The End.
The Village Librarian
In quaint.
Quaint is quiet little village in rural England. The kind of place that time ahs forgotten about but the tourists haven't yet heard of. They played cricket on the village green, in summer, drank locally brewed real ale in pub, ducks got fat on the bread thrown to them on the village pond, dutifully raising clutches of ducklings to amuse the village children each spring. The houses were mostly stone, and thatched, containing the same family that had owned it for generations. It could have been the place that William Blake wrote about when he penned Jerusalem.
It was in fact quite boring, especially for a thirty something divorcee nymphomaniac who'd moved there to run the library!
Ms Kimble stroked the head of her assistant Natasha as she lazily tongued her pussy under her desk.
"What we need my dear is a man. One with a big cock, which can even satisfy your insatiable needs." In her mind a plan was forming. But right then she could only think about the orgasm that was boiling up in her loins as Natasha's very talented tongue battered her clit.
P.C. Matthews received the call about an hour later, trouble at the library kids being rowdy and rude. He jumped in his police car and sped off images of a very grateful Ms Kimble in his head as his siren wailed above. He arrived minutes later. And strode purposefully into the little village library.
"What seems to be the problem mam?" He asked of Ms. Kimble's pretty blonde assistant Natasha, not seeing anything amiss.
"Oh P.C. Matthews we were so scared. There were loads of them; they turned up suddenly on motor scooters. We thought they were going to break the windows or rape us in our beds!" Some how this last comment didn't carry the same fear that breaking the library windows did.
"Could you give me a description of the youths involved, perhaps a number plate of their bikes?" P.C. Matthews asked taking out his official note book and licking the end of his pencil.
"No sorry, it all happened so fast" Said Natasha, fluttering her eyelashes and blushing slightly "But we should have them on the cctv. Come into the office and I'll show you."
He followed her into the office at the back, staring at her perfect heart shaped arse in her tight pencil skirt as she switched her hips.
"Can I get you" she paused and gave a little smile "Anything" She asked coating each word in honey and smiling coyly when he had to clear his throat.
"Err, a cup of coffee would be nice, and I aught to speak with Ms Kimble too if she's available" "I'll fetch her, Cream? Sugar?"
"Err, yes and Err no" he managed, after a moments effort, she was a very attractive lady and she was being, well very suggestive. Maybe, thought P.C. Matthews, she's one of these women that like a man in uniform! He swallowed, "Could you show the recording of the miscreants now miss? He asked. She went to a stack of videos and put one into the machine.
"I've rewound it back to the right place you just have to press play" She said then turned to walk out of the room. P.C. Matthews followed her beautiful rear with his eyes, staring as it clenched and bunched with the clicking of her patent black high heels. She stopped in the doorway and turned suddenly, smiling as he blushed and cleared his throat again.
"It was no to sugar, right?" She asked smiling "but yes to... Cream"
"That's right miss" She closed the door and chuckled as she went to find Ms. Kimble.
PC Matthews sat in the office chair picked up the remote control and pressed play there was a flickering image of the outside of the library with a timestamp in the bottom right hand corner he watched while nothing happened, then and after a seconds static there on the screen were two naked women on a desk in a 69 position, the one on top looked into the camera and the young P.C. was amazed to see it was Ms Kimble licking her juice wet lips as she slowly pushed a thick dildo up Natasha's beautiful arse. He stared for a second unable to move his cock growing rapidly in his uniform trousers. Ms Kimble tongued her assistants pussy and pumped her butt full of fake cock. The on screen Natasha moaned as she came in obvious orgasm. Just then Natasha walked in with the P.C.'s coffee.
"Oh I'm so sorry" she said staring at her own stretched arsehole plugged with plastic as it filled the screen. "I must've put the wrong tape in!" She said blushing prettily as the stunned P.C. tried to hide the big bulge in his trousers and eject the tape from the machine. Ms Kimble walked in.
"Oh my. What is going on here?" She asked staring at the pair of them blushing like school girls.
"Ms Kimble I'm so sorry I've videoed over the wrong tape, I used the cctv tape to record you fucking my arse!" Natasha wailed.
"Oh you silly girl, that was the only evidence how will P.C. Matthews catch those horrible boys now?" Ms Kimble scolded, apparently more worried that her assistant had vidoed over the wrong tape rather than the fact it showed her in lesbian debauchery!
"I'm sorry, perhaps you should punish me?" Natasha suggested, twisting a little lace hanky in her fingers, her eyes down caste a humble.
"Its P.C. Matthews time you've wasted not mine, he should punish you." Ms Kimble said staring at the officer.
"Oh yes please, punish me, I'll do anything." Natasha said pleadingly as she fell to her knees in front of the shocked constable.
"Anything!" She repeated as she looked up at him with an innocent look on her face. His cock was aching in his trousers. He wanted to be professional but was finding it very hard. Then Ms Kimble knelt beside Natasha.
"I should be punished too." She said.
"What? Why what for?" P.C. Matthews was having difficulty keeping up with the events.
"One, for wasting police time. Two,for lying to an officer. Three, for improper dress of a public employee. And four, attempting to bribe a policeman." She listed staring up at him. With each statement she undid a button on her white blouse. The site of Ms Kimble's beautiful bra encased breasts slowly coming into view was too much for P.C. Matthews he stepped forward and took the magnificent pair in his hands.
Natasha deftly unzipped him and reached into his pants. They both moaned when her fingers grasped his hot rod.
"Good god Ms Kimble you were right, he's huge!" She couldn't pull him though his fly. She had to undo his belt and trousers and pull his shorts down to his knees. When he popped into view 10 inches of solid meat curving slightly left, both ladies gasped. Natashea gently stroked his over
sized member mesmerised by its size. Ms Kimble now braless pulled P.C. Matthews handcuffs from his belt and snapped them round Natasha's wrists.
"Now I think her first punishment will be to make her deep throat as much of you as she can." She said taking over stoking his cock.
Natasha didn't wait for a reply from the stupefied constable, she just opened her mouth as wide as she could and ran her long tongue around her pretty pink lips. All the while maintaining eye contact with him, staring lovingly into his eyes as she tapped his cock end on her cheek. She then licked all round his cock covering it with saliva. P.C. Matthews stood motionless unable to keep up with the speed of the events his brain just processing the amazing feelings of Natasha's skilled tongue dancing on his cock flesh and balls. Ms Kimble pulled him forward by his throbbing, glistening tool and grabbed a handful of Natasha's blonde locks and forced her willing assistant's mouth over the stunned P.C.'s big cock. Natasha squealed with delight to have the over sized organ pushed into her mouth. Her lips closed and she sucked as much as she could until the big head struck the back of her throat. P.C. Mathews groaned, no woman had ever given him head like this before and Natasha was very skilled. It was like a sucking, slurping soft lipped Hoover, with an ever moving tongue. It was in short the best blowjob he'd ever had and she'd only just started.
She gagged and tried to back off but Ms Kimble held her head in place.
"That's not even half way girl, he's barely in your throat yet. Now like I taught you breathe deep through your nosed, push forward and swallow." Natasha's nostrils flared like jet intakes, she closed her eyes and relaxed.
"Much better." Ms Kimble said, stroking her assistants head. P.C. Matthews watched in horrified fascination as more of his cock disappeared from sight down the pretty blondes throat. He was getting the most unbelievable feelings as Natasha throat muscles caressed his head in ways he'd never felt before. He placed a hand onto her head and withdrew again amazed at the length she had taken, a lipstick line showed about eight inches from the pulsing head. He was unable to resist her mouth so guided her back on to his meat. He wasn't forcing her just guiding as she willingly swallowed even more her pulsing throat. Slowly he tested her depth gently pulling out and pushing back in until ever active tongue drove him wild with lust.
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