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You, [Anon], are awaiting your date for the night. Your preference is chicks with the most willing cuck they've already married. Financially, these gold-digging women grew to enjoy casual sex, along with cuckolding all night long. For their information, you wouldn't need a wife anyway; sex with contraceptives seems to be what you have been best at, regarding the sex type you preferred. Suddenly, you hear a calming purr. That can't be from you, right? That's OK, its source was a cute, anthropomorphic feline with green eyes. "Hi, what's your name," she says. You notice her gray, natural breasts that appear to be pretty fluffy. "Uh-[Anon]," you say in a nervous tone of voice. Fluffy leans out a hand to try relaxing you. "I'm Fluffy. I won't bite, honestly. Would you like to start the date," she says in a charismatic tone of voice. You reach for her hand and hold on it as you stand up a bit. "Yes. You can sit next to me," you say, still nervously looking at your date. She gives you a confused expression. "Is everything fine, [Anon]," she asks. Your face turns to a look that shows embarrassment.

"To tell you the truth, I am a bit shy," you say with a frown. Fluffy's expression changed as she gives you a hug. "Don't worry. I've been a recurring guest at this place. If you need anything, ask away," she says with a grin. You feel a sense of love for this cat as she helps you feel comfortable. "Honestly, I'm fine if you're shy, [Anon]," she says as both of you hold hands. You were feeling a welcoming sense from this situation; she doesn't mind a shy gentleman. Instead of overwhelmed, you felt safe with this lass. Whatever Fluffy planned, your nervous expression was slowly subsiding. A waiter walked up to both of you, but you were currently distracted, until he cleared his throat. "Sir," he yells in a strict tone of voice. Your confusion returns to look him in the eye. The waiter smiles as he sees his favorite customer. "Fluffy, were you both ready to order," he asks. Fluffy shakes her head, giving you more time to think. "Nah, he needs a bit more time. As for me, I'll have fish and plain milk," she says. The waiter writes her requested meal on a pad.

"All right. Whenever he wants to order, I'll be near," he says. With a nervous expression, you look at your date. "Sorry for not ordering," you say in a sad tone of voice. Fluffy can't help but look just a bit embarrassed. "Can't say I'm shocked; he's rather impatient with new guests," she says as she just folds her arms. You feel your eyes ogling at her breasts' cleavage. Your cheeks turn pink as you are distracted again. Fluffy snaps her fingers, attempting to get your attention. "[Anon], what's wrong? Are you getting sleepy," she asks, uncertain about what's on your mind. It took her a bit to see the direction your eyes pointed; at her boobs. She growls angrily as she tries covering her cleavage with her purse. "Why did you stare at my boobs," she asks in a strict tone of voice, as if she were mad at your perverted eyeballs. You sob a bit as she yells at you, remembering your abusive mother, who gave you that scar on your neck during an argument with a knife she tried to decapitate you with, but you were lucky to recover from what was an attempted murder; by the same mom who gave birth to you.

Had you not dodged it, you would be dead at this point. Due to her historical domestic abuse, she was eventually arrested when neighbors overheard you scream. Her husband took the most abusive pain from her before divorcing her and gaining full custody of you. You rest your head on the table, with those traumatic memories triggered as you cry. Fluffy overhears you cry and feels a bit bad for the strict tone of voice. "[Anon], I'm sorry for yelling like that. I'm usually calm, but I just can't stand pervs who want me for my breasts," she says, attempting to sound calmer to you. Most of this was drowned out by your sobs, which begged for anything to forget that traumatizing past. Fluffy kept worrying as she tried to hug you, but no luck. "What did I do to make this guy so sad," she thought. The waiter from earlier presented a meal for Fluffy. "Everything is done, Fluffy," he says as he lays down her meal. You look at Fluffy, expecting a frown from her. Instead, she's smiling at the meal. "This looks delicious, don't you think, [Anon]," she asks in an optimistic tone of voice.

Her optimism reminded you of someone; your dad who's shown to care about your well-being, which has stayed evident for more than 30 years since your birth. Fluffy may have been strict at times, but cares for your well-being. Unfortunately, you're used to selfish women, so it's hard to say about if this date's selflessness is real. "Sure," you say to test her. She gulps down a quick bite of her fish and smiles gratefully. "Want a bite, Dear," Fluffy asks in a persistent tone of voice. You nod, curious about how well you'll like it. The fish's taste was just average, but that was what your taste buds told you. "It's fine with how it was made," you say. Fluffy nods in agreement, as she loves good conversations. "I'm glad you appreciate my generous offer," she says. You feel her right hand hold on your left. "I can share more than the fish," she adds with a wink. You blush as you watch her breasts jiggling again. "Would you like to kiss me, sir," she asks. You nod as your mouth pairs up with hers as she begins smiling at you. She holds your head to hers as you feel her French kiss better than anyone you've previously known.

Your tongue catches on and tries following her tongue's lead with this kiss you shared. Once both mouths begin to separate, her eyes are reopening, this time with a shine you did not see at first. "Would you come back at my place? I have more thoughts in mind, but not in front of crowds," she says with a cute purr you hear. "Yes, but I want to know; how the hell did you learn to kiss that well," you ask. Fluffy ends up giggling a bit as she continues eating her fish. "[Anon], I have been practicing for years with the men I still date," she says, this time acting a bit cockier. Actually, confident women turn you on, and this kitty was no exception. "I can see why there have been men you'll date more than once," you say. Fluffy bites her lip a bit from the compliment. "Sometimes, I'll just want to date gentlemen," she says as you get the stink eye. "But, pervs have generally turned me off," she adds with a strict look at you. She remembers very well when you kept your eyes on her breasts. You feel a poke near where you are sitting; when you look, there is an erection you have.

"I'll probably need to use the restroom," you say in a shy voice to her. Fluffy understands what you mean and waves for you to go on. "I'll pay for the food and drinks," she says. You are a bit impatient to find the restroom, but you see a sign with a masculine figure you remember seeing. This would indicate the men's restroom, which was a good thing for you to find, but especially on your first try. You open the door and hurry into a stall. You lock it and start undressing yourself a bit. Thanks to each stall's high walls, no one could have eavesdropped easily. When you notice your erection leap from your pants, you blush a bit in embarrassment. "I should try masturbating," you think as you slowly rub your erection. As taboo as this was, or illegal as well, you'll want the erection to subside. "Damn it, I've never had this happening at a date," you quietly curse to yourself. For a man in your early-30s, you've done well in most dates. However, this moment was very difficult; was it possibly worth getting caught or even arrested?

What the hell would your dad say if he were to see you like this? "Son, don't end up pleasuring your 'Pee-Wee' if you are at a date; wait until the intercourse or when you get home," he would say to you. Fortunately, you cum into the toilet's water, where the evidence can now be promptly flushed. The bad news is that your erection won't go away just yet. You wipe off the remaining cum from your penis with some toilet-paper that feels rough on your skin, but at least you have some. You see your penis reverting to its original size and put it in your pants. You pull up your pants, stand up to flush this memory away, and begin unlocking the stall's door. You have time to wash your hands, then you dry them off. When you are exiting the restroom, you sigh as everything looks normal. "I think my luck is improving again," you think as Fluffy starts motioning for you. "[Anon], is anything wrong," she asks. You can already tell she's nervous by the sound of her voice. "Now I currently feel better; thank you," you say in an optimistic tone to her. She hugs you as you sit next to her.

"You were inside there for a half-hour. I was just worrying about you," she says. The waiter, the one who got to remember you, presents a customized appetizer with mozzarella sticks to you. "Fluffy requested this when you were gone," he said. You smile as she remembered an appetizer you've loved. "I remembered what you had messaged me earlier today, regarding your order, so I got this as a gift," Fluffy clarifies as she hands it to you. You take a bite of a mozzarella stick and hug your friend. "Thanks, Fluffy. I'm fortunate to have a friend like you," you say. Fluffy motions the waiter to let you two be. "Thanks for the food; now I'm sure there may be some customers waiting," she says to the man. He leaves per her request, and you can't help but keep smiling. "By the way, that appetizer has been purchased as a carry-out for you, plus paid by me as well," she says. Fluffy tries motioning you to stand up with her and heads out. "Can you please drive to my home since I walked to this place," she asks. You sheepishly nod as she smiles with a cute smirk you've seen on her face. "All right. Directions will help out, Fluffy," you say.

After you drove cautiously, probably for a few minutes, you see her house as you remember the address she told you to drive to. Fluffy unbuckles her seat and gives you a kiss. "Thanks for the drive. Want to continue our date here," she says. You nod with a strong blush as she steps out of your car and begins unlocking her door to the house. "Ah, home sweet home," Fluffy says in a welcoming tone of voice. You follow Fluffy to her bedroom, where she happily invites you in. "Sit on the bed. I may change for a bit in a room next to mine," she says. Respecting her request, you sit on the bed and wait for her. You see what's on the television as you turn on her HDTV, and it turns out to have been political crap with an obvious bias you soon take note of, not that you're condoning said bias. "Why doesn't the media try to see from both sides of the coin," you ask in your mind as you eat the mozzarella sticks. You hear a lock suddenly clicking and turn off the television set. Fluffy is back, this time in a white bikini, or that's what it looked like.

"I heard you watch my TV, but I understand if you got bored," she said. She playfully pounces on the bed a bit animalistically and you catch her as she tries to hop in your arms. "You're good with those hands, aren't you," she asks as your erection returns for more. You pant as she takes off her upper bikini half and tugs on one part a little playfully. "Would you like to free the tits you just love to stare at," she asks as she is happily teasing you. You put your hands behind her back and start untying her top. She purrs delightfully as you strip off her top. You can finally see a pair of pink nipples, one per breast. Because you were lactose-intolerant, which started in the later-teen years, you refused to try suckling on her breasts. "Is it fine if my breasts don't have milk yet," she asks. You nod as you begin fondling her big boobs. "Oh, you! I knew you would have still loved them," she says with a grin and playful expression, oblivious to the lactose-intolerance you've harbored. You feel her fur brush on your skin in a relaxing manner, as if the fur calmed you. Fluffy licked her lips as you persisted to play with her breasts.

"What are your thoughts on adult breastfeeding," she asks. You stick your tongue out with a nauseous expression on your face. "I can't drink milk; it's because I've handled lactose improperly," you say as you feel a bit ill. Fluffy's expression turns to a sad one as she listens to your hint at lactose-intolerance. "My apologies to hear that," she quietly responds with. You then decide to taste her pink nips anyway; no worries with lactose-free boobs, right? You hear Fluffy moan as you are pleasuring her. "I love men who suck my tits," she shouts out of joy. You end the suckling by kissing on the areolas. Fluffy can't help but start fingering from your stimulation. You tug on her lower bikini half, which is her cue to take it off. "Suit up, big guy," she says as she shows you a spare box of contraceptives. You pick one of the sealed condoms you saw presented to you. "Thanks. I'll make great use of it," you confidently say to her. Fluffy purrs more, this time with an inviting smirk. "I'll stop fingering myself once I see that contraceptive on," she says.

You try to properly fit the condom on your big, erecting penis. However, the condom may need lubrication. "Can you spare some lube for me," you ask. Fluffy is smiling as she gives you lubrication gel. "Here, you can use some of it," she says. You open the dispenser and feel the soothing lubricant do its work; luckily, you are able to put the contraceptive on. You're fortunate she had a sealed condom and lube planned for you. Fluffy sees your erection you've presented with a condom. "I bet you know where that goes now, don't you," she asks as she positions herself for doggy-style. A human fucking an anthropomorphic cat? This probably makes you a furry, but at least there are communities who won't judge you as negatively as some will. You spank her butt, enjoying the tight pussy that this girl has. "Spank me more, Pops," she begs. Intercourse with Fluffy the Cat was much more than a new experience; however, this was neither the worst nor best sex you have had. It's a good thing that she lives close to you; in fact, you could walk to her house! You see Fluffy smiling at you as she is closer to orgasm.

"You may be a perv, but I still like you. Since we gave phone numbers yesterday, please talk to me if you want to spend time with me," she says as you feel her vagina squirting. You have your second ejaculation today, since you felt a strong stimulation milk you dry for the day. Fortunately, the condom prevented the impregnation, just as both of you planned. Fluffy was just as exhausted as you have felt. "[Anon], we should probably do this more. I should be in heat soon," she says. Your expression shifts to a confused look for her. "Human-like felines can get in heat, too," you ask. She nods as you both hug. "I think I want to rest here for a bit," you say as you sleep next to her. She kisses you good night in a motherly way. "Sweet dreams, Tiger," she says before yawning and sleeps next to you.