Simone A Gray Muzzle story
Simone. A Gray Muzzle story.
The following is a story swap with capthavoc123. The captain asked for cats, and father/daughter incest. The rest I was given latitude to play with. So, here it is, 'Simone'.
Simone, a stunningly beautiful Siamese hybrid sat down at her makeup table. Today was her eighteenth birthday. Instead of going out with family, or friends, Simone was preparing for a date. A blind date. One set up by a friend.
Perhaps some explanation is in order. Simone just graduated from high school. An excellent student, she was not involved in many of the things her classmates were. She didn't work, she socialized little, and she didn't date. All of the sacrifice paid off, when she was accepted to Harvard on scholarship. Early acceptance. Now, with her future secure, she was out to make up for lost time. Feeling sorry for her, a friend set up this blind date. All Simone knew was that he was an older Siamese hybrid. And that he was 'successful', whatever her friend deemed that to be. But Simone had a secret. She was a virgin. Simone had also decided that tonight was to be her last night as a virgin. Her lucky gentleman, whoever he was, was going to deflower her tonight! She would see to it!
Simone sat in front of the mirror. She was completely naked. She brushed seductively at her mink-like fur. She was almost in a dream state, thinking of the sexual bliss to come that night. Her makeup was applied with care; enough to give her a sexy, polished look, but no so much as to not appear innocent. In the end, she used just a little blush, some lip gloss, and just a touch of shadow. Now, what to wear? Black and slinky was the obvious choice. She considered a form fitting blue dress, split almost to the hip. Finally she settled on a black sleeveless mock turtle shell, and a tiny ruffled pink gingham micro mini. Simone decided against stockings, but did wear matching pink gingham panties, with a cute little bow in the front. Carefully, thoughtfully, Simone selected her choices from her closet. She put on the tight sleeveless top, noticing how her nipples peeked through, since she wore no bra. Then, she picked up the skirt from the bed. Simone . She held it up, admiringly. Then, slowly, carefully, she wiggled it on over her slender eighteen year old hips. Standing in the mirror, she admired what she saw. The skirt flattered her, certainly. Her legs seemed to go on forever. And, the message would not be lost on her lucky date. The skirt's tiny ruffles just barely covered her sex. Simone swayed back and forth, flirting to the mirror, brushing the skirt as she swayed. She almost decided to leave the panties home, but, in the end wore them. Men like to take your panties off, her friend had told her. The pink checked panties finished the look, she decided. Lifting her skirt, you could see them. They were very tiny; cotton fabric with cute pink checks. There was a little bow on the front. Like a present. Simone smiled at the thought. She adjusted her panties to where you could see her crease, and just a tiny bit of her sex peeked out.
Now came the most important decision of all; what shoes to wear? Simone tried some black ballet flats. Sweet, innocent, just not sexy. Maybe some heels? Simone tried them. No, she thought, too 'in your face'. Then she tried the boots. Black leather. So tight she was afraid she's lose circulation. Pointy toes. Four inch spiked heels. The boots made her legs look even longer, and pushed her already pert ass higher. Boots it would be.....
Simone took one last, final look in the mirror. She was satisfied with what she saw. But, her gaze lingered. She had a sense, a hope that this was the last time that she would see her old virgin self. As she gave herself on last look, there was a knock on the door. Simone blew the image a kiss, kicked up her heel, and strode off to a brave, new life.
Simone opened the door was the most incredible creature that Simone had ever seen. A male Siamese. Maybe fifty, but with timeless good looks. He was attractive, in a Sean Connery kind of way. Everything about him screamed 'perfection'. His black silk Armani suit. His Gucci shoes. The diamond ring on his pinkie. Anyone else might have looked like a dandy, but this man had an edge. Something that spoke to danger, excitement.
"Simone?"
Simone could do nothing but stare, nodding her head, robot-like.
"I'm Takeshi Tanaka. Please call me 'Ted'."
Simone swooned. If Tanaka had asked her to jump from the window, she was sure she'd comply. He offered his hand, As Simone grabbed her bag, and locked the door. She walked down the stairs, floating on air. Arriving at the curb, there was a black town car with a driver. The driver was a chauffer, dressed in black.
"You....have a DRIVER?" she exclaimed.
Tanaka laughed.
"Having a driver allows my attention to other...more profitable things."
Without missing a beat, her date removes a bottle of Champagne from a bucket on the floor.
"Dom Perignon . A weakness of mine" He smiled, and filled two glasses.
"Two a memorable evening' he toasted.
Simone smiled the stupidest of grins. She clinked glasses, and tasted the Champagne. It tickled a little as it went down, but it was so good! They shared another glass, as they headed downtown, toward Chinatown.
Passing under the colorful arch that marked the entrance to the neighborhood, they cruised silently by. They pulled up to the curb in front of a popular restaurant. As they did, the front door flew open.
"Get out! You not come back! Ever!"
Face down in the street was a young wolf hybrid. He had a punk blue streak in his hair, and wore a 'Green Day' concert shirt. The chauffer opened the door, but Tanaka went to the young man. Offering a hand, he helped him up, even dusting him off.
"Trouble, friend?" he asked
"ID" the young man huffed. "They said it's fake"
Tanaka put his arm around the young man's shoulder.
"Go home. You come back when everything is in order. I'll buy you a drink" He slapped the young man on the back, as he began to leave.
"Hey, what's your name?" He called after him.
"Eddie" the young man replied, still anxious to leave.
"I remember you, Eddie!"
Tanaka returned and offered his arm to Simone.
"Why Ted! How gallant...."
"The pleasure is all mine, to share the company of one who is as lovely as you."
Simone and Ted enter the restaurant. It is a nice place by Chinatown standards; all dark, and Mandarin red. As they enter, Simone notices something strange. When Ted approaches, people move out of the way. They speak to him in respectful, even reverential tones. And they all call him 'Tiger'.
"Ted? I notice that everyone calls you 'Tiger'; what's that about?" Simone inquired, cautiously.
"'Tiger' is something my friends call me" he responded with a smile.
"So, who calls you 'Ted'?"
"A very few...special friends"
"Well, then I'm honored." She replied with a smile.
They were lead past the public room, past the bar and the dining rooms. They were shown to a private room, set with one table. The lights were low, the walls covered in crimson silk Simone looks around.
"You did this just for me?" she asked, obviously impressed
"Just for you." Ted replied. .
Moments later, a waiter appeared. Standing at the table, she felt the waiter 'checking her out. Suddenly, Tanaka turned to the waiter
"What are you looking at?" he asked, speaking to the waiter in Cantonese.
Simone put a hand on Tiger's forearm
"Really, it's alright" Simone responded in perfect Cantonese.
Tanaka was stunned.
"I....thought you were Thai....."
Simone smiled.
"I am. But that doesn't mean I didn't learn other languages."
Tiger smiles broadly
"Ahhh, Intelligence. I find that extremely attractive in a woman."
"As I do in a man." Simone replied, looking deeply into his eyes.
The waiter brought out cocktails. Simone proposed a toast.
"To us!"
"To us" Tanaka responded.
Through the evening, course after course of food arrived. They picked at it, spending most of their time talking and gazing into one another's eyes. Simone found the older Siamese incredibly attractive; from every indicator, Simone felt the same way.
After the meal, Tanaka stood to leave.
"But, the check!" protested the young Siamese.
'A detail' he announced with a sweep of his hand. "It is taken care of...."
As they walked down to the street, Ted made an offer
"Would you like to go for a walk? It's such a nice night..."
Simone nodded her agreement. They walked into the heart of Chinatown at night. They walked, and Tanaka's driver followed them, a half block behind.
"Does he always do that?" she asked out of curiosity
"He always does as he is told!" Tanaka laughed.
While they walked down the street, Simone noticed that everyone seemed to know her date. Some hurried inside. Others would greet him happily; others would give a respectful bow.
"You are very well known, 'Tiger'" she observed.
"Please, 'Ted'. I am known. It is both a blessing and a curse. It's difficult to explain...."
They walked several blocks, talking little. The night air was cool.
"You must be cold in that lovely little outfit. Here...."
Tanaka took his coat, and put it over her shoulders. Simone closed her eyes, drinking in the aroma of the garment. It smelled of tobacco, and alcohol, and expensive cologne...and of danger. She snuggled into the collar, drinking in his scent.
"Maybe....it's time to head back." The Siamese said, reluctantly.
"As you wish"
With that Tanaka moved his hand, and the driver had the car in an instant. They settled into the back seat. Simone kept the coat on. She curled up on the seat, snuggling close to her date. When they arrived at her home, the car pulled to the curb. The driver got the door, and Tanaka walked her upstairs. Reaching her door, Tanaka waited expectantly.
"Would you consider me....forward....if I asked you in for a drink?" Simone inquired.
"Not at all" he replied, holding the door as she opened it.
Simone turned the lights on, but just barely. She offered Tanaka his jacket back, hanging it from one finger, with a sensual 'thanks'.
"Do you like Scotch?" she asked
"Of course." He replied.
Simone poured their drinks.
"Two fingers. Neat?" Simone asked
"Perfect. Johnny Walker Blue. You have excellent taste"
"For a girl?" Simone teased.
They stood there, sipping Scotch, and looking into each other's eyes.
"Would you dance with me Ted? I love to dance...."
Ted nodded his assent. Simone put on some sultry Billy Holiday, and took Tanaka's hand. The young Siamese lead, and her date let her. As the drinks warmed them, and the tempo got slower, the two got closer. Simone slid a leg between his. Before long, she felt his cat cock escaping it's furry sheath. She let it rub against her soft little skirt. She felt wetness coming through his pants.
"Make love to me, Ted."
It was not a question, but a plea, a plea to which he consented gladly. She took his hand, leading him to the bedroom.
Simone had prepared for the seduction. There were candles, and incense, and new sheets on the bed. She began by undoing his tie, kissing him as she did. The young Siamese then undid his trousers, finding his cock, and stroking it suggestively. Tanaka purred, and kissed her. In no hurry, they kissed, and Simone stroked his cock, until she was certain that she had all of him. He was slim, but long. Barely two inches across, he was at least 7 ½ inches, tip to sheath.
"May, I?" Tanaka asked.
She nodded consent. He unzipped her tiny skirt, letting it drop to the floor. Then, he unzipped the sleeveless black top, letting it fall into her arms. Slowly, carefully, Tanaka fell to his knees. Delicately, he took the pink gingham panties with a bow, and lowered them down her thighs. Face to face with the object of his desire, he smelled her heat. It was then that he noticed something...special. Just below her clit, Simone's lips were pierced with a golden ring, and a jade ball. He flicked it with his tongue. It looked somehow....familiar.
"Kitty's toy?" he joked.
Simone just smiled. Tanaka took her in his arms, and lay her out on the bed, the bed she had already prepared for just such a purpose. He went to touch her, but Simone had other plans.
"Make love to me." She said, with utter sincerity. "There's time for other things...later."
Tanaka dropped his trousers, and his little tiger briefs. After removing his shirt, he mounted Simone, face to face. She guided him inside of her, smiling, and closing her eyes. Entering her, Tanaka met a certain, obstacle....
"You are....."
Simone smiled.
"Are you....sure?"
Tanaka understood. Simone was a virgin; he was to be her first. She was also in heat. If he hestitated further, it didn't show. Truthfully, he was beyond all help. The point of no return had been reached. With Simone pulling him close, Tiger leaned in. Simone clenched her jaw, as Tanaka pierced her maidenhead. There was a little blood, but there was great relief. Simone began to rock to his thrusts, purring, and caressing his backside. Both Simone and Tanaka would have liked for this to have gone on forever, but the extent of their arousal would not allow for that. With Simone rubbing quickly at her clit, Tanaka erupted, blowing long ropes of cat cum deep into her kitty womb. They fell to the sheets, used up, but satisfied. After a time, he spoke.
'Would you mind if I smoke?" he inquired
Simone flicked on a light, looking for an ashtray. It was then that Tanaka's heart stopped.
Carefully, he hoisted himself up on one elbow. Looking at the nightstand, there was a picture. In the shot there was Simone, and someone who could pass for a sister.
Coming back with an ashtray, Simone anticipated the question.
"Mom and I" she smiled "We're really close. I even got my...you know....pierced just like hers."
By now, Tanaka's brow was creased. Still he tried to appear nonchalant.
"I knew someone who looked a lot like her once. A long time ago. What's her name?"
"Mai Phun" she replied
Tanka exhaled audibly.
"The person I knew was named Lilly."
Now it was Simone who looked concerned.
"Only her closest friends called her that. "
They looked at each other. It was a long, strange look.
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen. Today."
Tanaka looked deadly serious as he did the math mentally. It was just short of eighteen years ago that Lilly Phun, the love of Tanaka's life, disappeared forever. Lilly danced at Tiger's club; but theirs was niot the usual relationship. Tanaka cared deeply for her.
"Tell me....about your father" he asked, awkwardly
Simone looked into his eyes.
"I....don't know that much. She said you....er he was very handsome....and vthat she loved him, with all her heart."
Simone lay at Tanaka's side, quiet and shaking. Tanaka looked like he had seen a ghost. But it was Simone who had a secret thought. Deep inside her, she had this warm feeling, a feeling familiar to women for thousands of years.....