Catnipped

by Olivia Myers

  Roger turned Sally on her side, and brought her close to him so that he could spoon his naked body against hers. He put his bladed hand between her thighs, prompting Sally to part her legs. Roger held her leg up with one hand, and with the other reached between them to grab his large, throbbing cock and guide it into her glistening pussy. The two of them moaned and closed their eyes together, exhaling a shared breath of ecstasy.

  On her knees, Simone scooted closer to the couple to center their married genitals in the frame of her shot. “Really beautiful, guys,” she murmured, with her camera excitedly clicking away. She pulled the camera away from her face to review the shots on its miniature digital screen. “You can just feel the energy leap out of these shots.”

  Chris drank the whole scene in, frozen with disbelief. Holy fuck, he said to himself, what the hell is going on here? Is Simone some kind of porn director? Chris had been careful not to look at Roger and Sally’s faces, for fear of making eye contact and being discovered. But now that they were engaged with Simone and especially with each other, Chris felt that he could get away with taking a peek. Another shock overwhelmed him: he knew Roger and Sally. They were the couple that had moved in across the street from his parent’s house the summer before his freshman year. As he watched Roger’s reddened dick slide in and out of Sally, Chris’s surprise transformed into lust.

  Chris’s cock was growing, knocking on the zipper of his jeans, begging to be attended to. By this time, Chris had abandoned all sense of fear; the sexual energy in the room was nothing short of infectious. Quietly and quickly, he unzipped and pulled his dick from the prison of his underwear and began to stroke it, using the steady leak of precum as lube. Years of teenage masturbation taught Chris to pleasure himself without being heard; with each pleasurable stroke, he breathed slowly and bit his lip to stifle his moans. He could have easily imagined a scene or even found a movie online that mirrored the sight in front of him, but Chris knew that nothing would ever beat this feeling. Even though he wasn’t involved or even noticed, he was swept up in this intimate moment.

  Simone continued to take pictures and coach the couple, prompting them to weave in and out of each other with fingers, tongues, and Roger’s giant cock.

  Simone seemed turned on as well, but in a different way. As Roger and Sally became lost in their lust, Simone began to maneuver around the platform, taking pictures of the couple from all angles. Roger pulled out of Sally’s dripping cunt, and Sally responded by turning around to swallow his cock, with a moan barely escaping the corners of her stuffed mouth. Roger responded by plunging two fingers back inside her, using his thumb to pluck her pulsing clit. Sally bucked her hips with every strum of her pussy, and soon the sensation of being filled by her lover overflowed into a powerful orgasm. “Mhmmhmmm,” Sally moaned, causing Chris’s cock to twitch harder in his hand. His breath quickened and he stroked his dick faster.

  Now that she had moved around the platform, Simone’s face was visible, and her look of pleasure was one of the sexiest things Chris had ever seen. Naturally the scene in front of her turned her on, but there was something else in her eyes. Chris slowed the pace of his wanking to take her in, trying to read her. Suddenly it came to him. She’s helping them, Chris realized. Taking these pictures with Simone must help them have better sex. That’s some kick-ass couple’s counseling! He laughed softly to himself, picking up the pace of his strokes.

  But his laugh wasn’t soft enough. Roger and Sally were still too caught up in themselves to notice, but Simone’s head whipped to the doorway as soon as she heard it. She locked eyes with Chris, and a look of shock washed over her face.

  Chris was startled. But when he stepped back to hide, he lost his balance on the bottom stair and jolted forward. He tumbled into the room with his jeans around his thighs and his cock still in his hand.

  Roger and Sally glanced over at Chris, but they simply smiled and went back to fucking; they were too wrapped up in each other to pay him much attention.

  Simone seemed to get over her surprise quickly, too. She placed the camera on a nearby stool and strode over to Chris, who was sprawled out on the floor. He tugged his pants up and covered his cock as much as he could. It strained against his jeans, begging for release.

  Simone’s face didn’t display any malice or embarrassment; in fact, a smile slowly grew across her face as she neared him. When she was standing over Chris, she crouched down so she was level with his face.

  “Christopher,” she said coolly. Her voice was low but still sweet, and it sent a seductive shiver up Chris’s spine that kept his dick stiff and his hand frozen over it. “I’m sorry I didn’t meet you upstairs. Welcome to my studio.”

  “Th-that’s okay, Simone,” Chris stammered in response. It was then that he noticed the pleasure in her voice and the smolder in her glance. She’s not mad, he thought. She wanted me to see this.

  He took a breath – and a chance – before answering in the most confident voice he could muster. “Thanks for having me. I’m sorry I snuck in. I normally don’t do stuff like this.”

  Simone glanced at the outline of his throbbing cock, visible through his jeans.

  He took her smile as his cue to continue stroking himself through his pants. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

  Simone chuckled. “That’s okay,” she said. “That’s what sex does to us. It’s just like art – it brings our passion to the surface and gives us the power to connect with one another. That’s what my latest project is all about.”

  “Project?” Chris motioned to Roger and Sally with his free hand. “You mean this is all going to be on display?” Even this scene couldn’t keep his inner cynic from coming out. “That’s just porn, isn’t it?”

  Simone smiled knowingly, prepared to defend her idea. “No, Chris. It isn’t porn at all. See, pornography is a tool. Its whole purpose is to get you off, so you are bombarded with music, sounds, fake tits, everything you need to create an orgasm, or an orgasmic sensation, at least.” Simone talked with the excitement of a scientist making a new and exciting discovery. “What I’m going to capture goes beyond that. I want to tell real stories about sex between real people, and reveal what makes us not just ‘cum,’ but what makes up that intimate connection that gives us true sexual joy.”

  She smiled and looked into his eyes, while placing her hand lightly on the inner part of his thigh, just a few inches away from his tightening ball sac. Chris nearly came, just from her proximity.

  She then motioned behind her to Roger and Sally. “Take these two, for example. They are so involved in their love that they aren’t even concerned about you and me right now.”

  After Sally’s orgasm, Roger pulled himself out of her mouth and flipped her on her back. He drove back into her, pounding her with a firm but gentle rhythm. He pressed his body close to hers and thrust himself in deep. Sally threw her head back, gasping. Moments later, Roger began to moan loudly. “Oh fuck, Sally, here it comes…umm…where do you want it, my love?”

  “Cum in me or cum on me, baby,” Sally responded in between her gasps. “Just cum. I’m all yours.” That seemed to be all that Roger needed to hear. He pulled out of her, stood up on the platform, and with a long moan, sprayed his woman with a shower of thick, milky seed. He grunted in sheer bliss. Sally met his waterfall of semen with an upturned face, letting him drip all over her body and catching drops of him in her mouth. Roger bent down, kissed his mate, and the two of them reclined on the huge pillows, facing Simone and Chris.

  Chris continued to stroke himself through his pants. He was enjoying the best jerkoff of his life.

  “Well, it looks like it’s time to start the interview,” Simone said.

  Before Chris could respond, Simone took Chris’s hand away from his dick and yanked his pants back down to his thighs. Then she replaced his wanking hand with her mouth.

  Chris groaned, not believing what was happening. Simone seemed to almost drink him in; her tongue lapped him down her throat, inch by inch
, until her nose tickled the soft dark hairs at the base of his shaft. His length was massaged by Simone’s expert throat, and when he looked down and saw her head of beautiful hair bobbing up and down on him, a soft moan escaped his lips. After a few more moments, Simone slowly pulled herself off of Chris’s dick and looked up at him. “Now, what did you feel?” she asked.

  “That was incredible,” he replied. “I haven’t had a ton of blowjobs or anything, but I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

  “And do you know why?” Simone asked, gently massaging his cock while she looked at him. “Because I meant it. I wanted to suck your cock, Chris. So when I got the opportunity, I took advantage of it. That’s my whole message. People sometimes just play roles when it comes to sex – especially when they’re in relationships. It’s time for people to pay attention to each other in the bedroom.” She leaned into Chris and planted a soft kiss on his mouth.

  Roger and Sally still reclined at the other side of the room. Ignoring their audience, Chris kissed her back, pulling her even closer. With his free hand he unbuttoned her white blouse and reached around her back to unclasp her bra. Once the hook was undone, his hand traveled back to her chest, where he took a breast in his hand and massaged it. Simone’s lilting sigh gave him permission to take a delicate, dime-sized pink nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinch. Simone’s sigh turned to a shudder and her body quivered. She broke the kiss and stood quickly, with the pace of a lover in desperate need of attention. In seconds she had her khakis and panties off, followed by her blouse and bra.

  Chris, still sitting against the wall, looked up at the goddess before him. Simone’s red curls hung down her shoulders and rested on top of her perky bosom. She stood straddling Chris’s legs, so that her clit, hidden by the faintest whisper of ginger-colored hair, was directly in front of his face.

  “Now,” she purred, “show me what you think I want. I bet you won’t be wrong.”

  Chris leaned forward and kissed her clit, bringing forth yet another purr from Simone. He opened his mouth and began to lick her, running his tongue from the base of her vagina back to the clit, using broad strokes to taste as much of her as he could. She opened her legs wider, and as Chris’s hand moved up her thighs, she grabbed it and guided his fingers inside of her. He fucked her with his hand as he sucked her button.

  “See,” she panted, “I told you you’d know.”

  Chris continued to eat her, all the while furiously stroking his member. Soon the pressure in his nuts was unbearable. “Simone,” he said when he came up for air. “I’m going to cum.”

  Before he finished the sentence, he felt the warmth of a mouth back on his dick. He peered around Simone’s thigh to find Sally swallowing him. Roger was behind Sally, fucking her again with his massive tool.

  Chris instantly exploded, the cum shot out of his cock in thick pulses. Sally didn’t spill a drop, even with rocking back and forth from Roger’s thrusts.

  “Fuuuuuck,” Simone wailed from above him, and her thighs began to shake. Chris put his mouth back on her pussy just in time to be doused with her sweet nectar.

  Roger and Sally continued to fuck as Simone kneeled back down in front of Chris. She kissed him on the cheek and said, “Well, I think I’d like to give you the job. Do you want it? You’d help me book appointments and, um, help with the clients, like you did with Sally here.”

  “Hell yes,” Chris replied, pulling up his pants. “I think I can learn a lot here.”

  - - - - -

  Chris woke up the next day in his bed, still reeling from the events of his very first job interview. Or was that “blow-job” interview? As his cock begin to harden at the memory, his cell phone buzzed next to him. A familiar number popped up on the caller ID. He was already smiling before he said, “Hey Kara, what’s up?”

  “Hey Chris,” his friend said excitedly. “I just got a call from that teacher of yours, Simone. I forgot to tell you that I put in an application with her for that assistant’s gig. She said she just hired you.”

  “Uh, yeah,” Chris said. “I just interviewed last night.”

  “Cool,” Kara said. “She told me that she realized she needed some more help with her new project, and that she thought I’d be a good fit. She thinks you and I would work well together.”

  The flirtatious tone in Kara’s voice was unmistakable.

  “Yeah, I think we would work well together,” Chris said.

  “Do you think I could come over today? She said you might be able to fill me in on what the job would entail?”

  Chris’s cock throbbed, and he smiled. “Oh yeah, definitely. Why don’t you stop by right now?”

  THE END

  Ghostly Whispers of Love

  A newborn baby’s cry echoed down the dank hallways of the Blockstone estate. Little Ann was forgotten in her bassinet as the midwife attended to Ann’s mother and the maid fetched the doctor. Ann’s father paced outside of the bedroom door in sheer panic.

  Outside, the world continued on, completely unaware of the tragedy occurring in the Blockstone household. The street was bustling with people headed to the market to sell and buy, buy and sell. A light breeze kept the temperature a little chilly, but when the sun peeked through the sparse clouds, it was a very pleasant afternoon at the market. The women still wore shawls and gloves to keep warm, and the men would put on and take off their jackets, not sure if it was too cold or just right.

  The Blockstone’s maid, Neala, ran out down the hallway and out of the front door. She put her hand over her eyes to find the little errand boy who meandered through the streets looking for work. Upon finding him, she scrambled down the stone stairs and grabbed him by the arm. She whispered something in his ear and then shouted, “Go! Hurry!”

  The errand boy ran through the crowd at an alarming pace, pushing past people without apology. He had to reach the doctor. Only, it was too late.

  After giving birth, Jane was able to hold her baby for a brief moment, and she named her baby girl Ann. Only moments after the midwife had taken Ann to clean her off, Jane slipped away. Sobbing, the midwife stroked Jane’s hair and held her hand as they waited for the doctor who was no longer needed. Neala dashed back inside and picked up the still-crying child; she looked around the room to see what else needed to be done when she realized that there was nothing else to do except calm the screaming baby. Silent tears started to stream down Neala’s face as she realized that this little baby had already lost her mother. Neala quietly stepped out of the room and into the nursery that was prepared for this little darling. She sat down in a rocking chair near the window that faced the garden, and the two continued to weep together.

  Back in the study, the father shut the blinds and sat with his back against the corner bookcase. He cried silently as he pulled at his hair and rocked back and forth, causing some of his books to shift and fall onto the floor. For all of his work in Parliament, this was a disaster Roderick Blockstone had never known. His lovely, sweet Jane was gone. What would he do without her?

  ***

  Roderick and Jane had been married for ten years. They met when Jane had attended her first ball at her Aunt Lily’s house.

  Jane’s aunt was always thrilled to host social gatherings of all kinds, but nothing excited her Aunt Lily quite as much as a ball did. When Jane was younger, she would have to stay home as her family attended these gatherings, which made Jane quite envious.

  Finally it was Jane’s turn to attend her first dance. Her oldest sister Emeline had pinned Jane’s glossy brown hair back, leaving delicate tendrils to frame her luminous face. Jane’s second oldest sister, Martha, adorned her with their mother’s golden locket. It was tradition for every woman in the family to wear this locket at her first ball.

  Jane looked into the mirror admiring her beautiful hair, her favorite feature aside from her deep emerald eyes. As she gazed at herself, she felt she had transformed into lovely young woman. Her slight youthful frame had been given shape by the corseted
bodice of her gown, which was adorned with delicate lace at the neckline and embroidered with blue flowers and pearls.

  Jane had been so excited to attend the ball that she insisted her sisters dance with her in every spare moment. Finally, the night had come! Beatrice, Jane’s mother, called her three daughters down the stairs announcing that their father had just pulled the carriage up. The four women talked incessantly and over each other while Rupert smiled to himself, amused at the chipmunk-like chatter of these women he held so dear to his heart.

  Jane was filled with awe as the carriage pulled up to her Aunt Lily’s home. She had always imagined how Aunt Lily would decorate her household for the occasion, but she never imagined this. Lights were on in every room of the house creating an orb of light that could be seen upon entering the grand estate. The trees that lined the entrance to the estate were decorated with white, pink and gold ribbons that gently swayed in the wind as the smell of cherry blossoms wafted by. Extra servants were hired to valet the carriages, feed and water the horses, take the visitors’ coats, and serve delicious wine and hors-d'oeuvres. Jane and her sisters politely took glasses of champagne from one of the male waiters and giggled in delight to themselves after the waiter walked away. Jane had never had champagne before, but she copied her sisters, only taking small sips.

  As her sisters grabbed another glass, Jane politely declined because she wanted to look available to dance if a gentleman happened to ask. She was almost so eager as to ask someone herself, but she knew she must be patient. She swayed to the string quintet and tapped her feet to the faster dances.

  Then, as the quintet played the final chord to a minuet, she saw him. When Roderick Blockstone entered the room, all of the young women turned toward him and stared. Not only was he an eligible bachelor from a very wealthy and powerful family in London, he was also very handsome. His brown eyes had little gold flecks that would shine in the dimmest of light. His thick brown hair and his olive complexion made him the most attractive man at the ball. Roderick followed his mother and father over to Aunt Lily and Uncle Louis to thank them for the invitation.