meeting the roommate
#3 of A Boring Mall Day
Work of fiction; do not try at home kids
"Meeting the Roommate"
Vicky woke to the smell of breakfast. The 6-foot vixen got up from her bed, half awake. Her mind wanted sleep, but she was hungry too. She went toward the kitchen. When she arrived, she noticed the snow-white cat Jack (whom she was with the night prior) cooking bacon and eggs. Jack wasn't wearing much: just the pink bow on his right ear and the vixen's purple panties, which barely covered his crotch.
Jack noticed the vixen and was about to say something, but paused. He turned his face, hiding his blush, and said, "Um, can you please put on some clothes?"
Vicky looked down at herself. Now that she was awake, she realized that she had forgotten to put on any sort of clothing. But she also didn't care much. "Before I do that, Jack," she said, "why are you wearing my panties?"
Jack turned his face to her and brought his left paw to the back of his head. Scratching his head, he replied nervously, "Well...you said that in your apartment you didn't want to see me in men's clothes. I didn't want to be rude by walking around naked in an apartment that isn't mine--so...I put on what I found on the floor."
Vicky turned her head and giggled at the cat boy's explanation. "This is one strange cat," she thought.
She went back to her room and picked out a purple bathrobe from her closet. Once the robe was on, Vicky posed in front of the mirror. The vixen smiled at her looks: her dyed hair, (green on one side, purple on the other) her green eyes, her strong, sexy body. She decided to allow her breasts a little room, both for comfort and to see Jack's reaction.
Jack was just about finished making breakfast when Vicky came back to the kitchen. The vixen sauntered to the other side of the counter. "Where did you learn to cook? And why are you cooking for me?" said Vicky in a light but seductive tone.
The cat turned around to answer. Before he uttered a word, he blushed and spun around. His next words betrayed that he was even more nervous now than he had been. "I kinda live by myself, so I learned to cook for myself. Nothing fancy, though."
Suddenly the phone rang. Vicky went to grab the phone, a look of annoyed confusion on her face. "Hello?" she said. "Oh, hi Boss, why are you calling?" Her face grew angry. "I am sorry, what? I don't have a shift today; you know that. Can't you call someone else to take her place?"
After a couple of minutes, Vicky put the phone down and sighed.
"Fuck," she said, in a drawn out voice. "I had no shift today, but then some stupid bitch had to quit. Dammit, this ruins my plans!"
Jack--while curious as to what the athletic vixen meant by "plans"--instead asked, "Couldn't you just quit? You said yourself that you and your roommate have a business that supports you. You could always find another part-time job if you missed this one."
Vicky turned to Jack. "Kitty, you don't understand," she said fairly harshly. "You see, I actually like that job. I certainly would rather have that than some nondescript service position."
Vicky sighed and focused on her breakfast. As she took a bite, an idea suddenly popped into her head. "So Jack," she said in a sultry voice, "besides doing your own cooking, how else do you take care of yourself?"
Jack--still blushing, as the vixen had not closed her robe to cover her breasts--replied, "Uh...why do you want to know?"
Vicky smiled and closed her eyes. "Just curious is all, kitty."
"Well, I do my own laundry and I clean my apartment myself," said Jack as he continued to eat his eggs.
It was almost as if a star gleamed in Vicky's eyes. After they finished the meal, Vicky went to Jack and whispered in his ear, "Go to my room and sit on the bed. I have an idea." Jack's heart rate accelerated as he nodded.
Once Jack had gone, Vicky wrote a message. She went to her roommate's room and slid the note under the closed door. With a chuckle, she thought, "Sal, you are going to have some fun today."
Jack was sitting on Vicky's bed. He felt a lot less nervous, now that he had a few moments to think. "What did she mean? 'Plans,' huh?" he thought over and over.
After about a minute of guessing, Vicky arrived. "Let me get changed first, my little kitty," she said with a smile.
Jack blushed at that nickname. He had heard about sex when he was in school, and like any guy he had watched porn, but he never imagined that anything that happened last night would happen to him. He didn't know whether he should be proud or depressed. Also, was he still a virgin? He never used his dick in the conventional way.
Vicky came back from the closet.
Jack's surprise showed plainly on his face. The vixen wore a black tank top and dark purple shorts. That wasn't what surprised Jack, though. In the vixens' right hand was a hanger that held a French maid's uniform.
Jack knew where this was headed. "No," he said.
Vicky frowned. "But you would look so good in it."
"Don't you have to go to work?"
"Yes, but you said you take care of things around your apartment, and I need some cleaning. Plus, if you do this, I will give you a reward when I get back. I won't be gone long."
Jack pondered what this reward could be. Vicky walked over to the bed and sat next to him. She rubbed her paw over his leg. "This reward will involve..." she brought her hand to his panties, then slipped beneath them and wrapped her fingers around his dick, "...cock."
With that, Jack agreed.
Jack soon regretted his decision. The snow-white cat was dressed in a little frilly maid outfit, along with fishnet stockings, black locked heels, a brown ponytail wig, the pink bow still on his right ear, and no panties, only the frilly cock sleeve Vicky had had him wear earlier. His hands were also bound behind his back with a bondage sleeve.
"Um, how am I suppose to clean when my arms are bound?" Jack asked.
Vicky brought a cup of water to him and said, "Drink this first; then I will explain."
As Jack could not move his arms, he had to open his mouth and hold still while Vicky poured the water gently into his mouth. The water had a faint taste of something strange. Before he could ask about it, he felt something cover his mouth.
Vicky grabbed a special open-mouth gag and attached it to Jack's face. "This is special equipment," Vicky said with a chuckle as she brought Jack's face to hers. "It keeps your mouth open to a nice size. It also has a little cover to place over the mouth." She went to her drawers and pulled out a small, feathery object--a tickling instrument, perhaps? It had a circle in the middle of it and a one-inch penis at its base. Vicky returned to Jack pushed in the penis end. Jack had to relax to keep from gagging. "It can also have things like this duster attached to it and removed" Vicky said with a smile.
Jack felt really uncomfortable in his predicament. Before he could moan his complaints, he was turned onto his stomach, his ass in the air. Not surprisingly, he felt something wet and hard enter his ass. "Don't worry, it is just a butt plug, though this one is a bit bigger than the one we used earlier," said the vixen, hoping to calm Jack.
After pushing the new butt plug into Jack's ass, Vicky pulled Jack into standing position. She bent over a little and said, "I am going to be gone for an hour or two. If you need to take off any of those items for an emergency, then hump the air three times and my roommate will help you. Try to make the place clean!" With that, she grabbed her things and walked out the door.
Jack felt awkward as he walked around the apartment. He still wasn't used to the feel of heels, so he stumbled a couple of times. He wasn't happy, but having nothing better to do, he began to dust everything with the feathery gag.
****
Sally woke in her darkened room. She was tired, not to mention horny. Last night, Sally promised not to be home till late so Vicky could have her fun. Sally had gone to her favorite night club hoping to bring someone for a late-night fuck: no such luck.
She rose, turned on a light, and looked at her mirror. Sally was a 6'5" cow with tan fur. She had long, braided brown hair, small cream-colored horns, brown eyes, and a nice pair of D-cup breasts. She looked a lot like a body builder. She was much stronger than Vicky, and she tended to wear clothes that didn't hide her muscles, but she was still very attractive. Also she had an eight-inch cock.
(Sally could be called a hermaphrodite or an intersexed individual. She wasn't a transsexual, she simply had been born with both male and female genitals.)
Sally yawned, then she noticed a piece of paper on the floor.
It read, "Hey Sal, from the lack of noises from your room last night I assume you didn't score huh? Well, don't worry! In the apartment I have a very feminine cat boy dressed up as a maid, bound and gagged. I am gonna have to be out of the place for two hours for work and other things. Feel free to have fun with him, I made sure he won't resist. In fact, I think with a couple of vibrations from the butt plug he will be more than happy to have your nice cock in his sissy-pussy. Have fun!!" Under the two exclamation points, there was a smiley face.
Sally licked her lips. "Vicky, you're such a nice friend," she said to herself. Chuckling, she grabbed a blue bathrobe and left her room to see her roommate's little friend. When she opened the door, she saw a small remote on the floor. She smiled and put it in her robe pocket.
Once Sally laid her eyes on Jack, she used every bit of self-control to not imagine what she was going to do.
Jack was feeling strange to say the least. He had gotten used to what he was wearing (not fully in the case of the heels, but better anyway). His body felt warm and his barbless cock was hard...and he couldn't think why. He also couldn't make it relax; his mind was too clouded to concentrate.
Someone slapped his ass! The touch was like electricity; his whole body felt it. "So you're the cat that Vicky has been talking about," said an unfamiliar voice.
Jack was spun around to face the person speaking to him. He froze. Towering above him stood a 6'5" cow woman, tan and muscular, with D-cup breasts, clad in a blue bathrobe.
"Don't let me stop your cleaning. I will be in the living room if you need me," said the cow with a smile. "Oh, and my name is Sally; friends call me Sal, though." With that, she walked away.
Warily, the white cat boy returned to his chore. The next few minutes seemed normal: he brushed things with the gag in his mouth, straightened chairs and coffee tables by carefully pushing them with his hips, and so on.
Suddenly, the plug in his ass began to vibrate! It didn't feel like the vibrations of the past; his whole body felt these. It was as if his body had become extra-sensitive.
Then it stopped. Jack took a deep breath through his nose. "What was that feeling?" he thought.
It didn't stop for good. Every so often, it would start again. Jack being filled with so much pleasure and having it taken away suddenly made him weaker. He soon was moaning in pleasure every time it went off.
"Oh, kitty! Could you come here please?" yelled Sally from the living room. Walking unsteadily, Jack went to the living room.
Sally smiled as she saw Jack's frustration in his eyes. "So, how are you feeling?" she said with a smile. She knew Jack couldn't fully answer.
She got up and stood next to Jack, grabbed his ass, and said, "Bet you have been dying for a complete go, haven't you?"
Jack seemed to be in bliss from her touch. She leaned and whispered, "I can give it to you, but only if you do everything I say." Jack was about to nod, but then it seemed as though he remembered something important. He shook his head.
Sally knew why. "You're worried about cheating on Vicky, aren't you?" Jack nodded.
Sally hugged him tightly. "You're such a sweet guy! But don't worry; she knows what she is doing." Sally pressed the button in her pocket. Jack moaned loudly. The cow girl smiled. "I think you need this more than I do."
Sally removed the duster/dildo from Jack's mouth, uncovering the open-mouth gag. Drool dripped from the slim cat's mouth. Sally walked Jack to the coach and made him kneel on the floor. She sat on the couch in front of him, opened her bathrobe, and let her member hang loose. Before Jack could do anything, she pressed the button and the butt plug buzzed wildly.
Gently but firmly, she grasped the back of Jack's head. "If you want more than those buzzes, then give my cock some attention," Sally said as she guided Jack's face down to her dick. "Lick the shaft and tip; do what you would want a girl to do," she ordered.
Soon, she felt Jack's rough tongue licking her shaft. When he got to the tip, Sally shuddered in pleasure. Sally quickly grew rock hard. She tightened her grip on Jack's head. "Now, the next step," she said. She put her cock right in front of the ring that formed the hole in the gag and dove her dick into Jack's mouth.
Jack gagged as the 8-inch dick went down his throat. "Use your tongue on my cock," he heard Sally say. Too filled with frustration from the butt plug to argue about likes and dislikes, he began to use his tongue. He felt Sally's hand leading his head up and down her cock. "Fuck, that tongue is nice!" Sally said. Jack felt her other hand on his head, and he was pushed farther down the cock, then pulled back, repeatedly.
"Take my cock, bitch," said Sally in a dark but pleased tone. She was forcing him up and down on her cock with little regard for his ability to breathe. Jack felt like he was going to choke and die.
But the fellatio was having its effect. After a couple minutes of this process, Sally let out a scream of pleasure. "Oh, fuck!" she yelled. Jack's orifice was blasted with a salty, sticky fluid; the cow amazon had cum in Jack's mouth.
"While you do need to work on your cock-sucking, your tongue work makes up for it, for now," Sally said as she took her cock out of Jack's mouth.
Cum and saliva dripped from Jack's mouth. Sally smiled. "Now for that ass," she said casually. With easy grace--thanks to her amazing strength--she spun Jack to the ground. She grabbed his butt plug and pulled it out of him, drawing with a moan of pleasure from Jack's gagged mouth.
"You and I are both gonna enjoy this," said Sally. Without further preamble, Sally penetrated his ass.
Jack groaned as Sally's cock shoved into his ass. He could definitely tell the difference from a strap-on. The cow girl's authentic penis felt warm in his backside. He moaned like a bitch in heat as she fucked his ass, his tongue hanging through the ringed opening of his gag.
"Oh, you have a tight hole bitch; I love them tight," said Sally, her voice filled with pleasure. She grabbed Jack's waist as she fucked him--fucked him roughly. Jack could only moan like a wild animal. He was in heaven; a hermaphrodite with an 8-inch cock was pounding his ass; his body felt this pleasure all over.
Once Sally came in Jack's ass, she didn't stop. She kept going and going, pounding his ass as though he was some dirty whore. She slapped his butt hard and drove on like a machine. If Jack had had enough conscious thought, he would have been amazed at her stamina.
The powerful cow kept going until she came a fifth time!
"...Looks like Vicky is gonna be home any minute. I better get dressed," she said, as she finally removed her cock from Jack's nearly numb ass. As Sally walked away, Jack could only lie there on the floor, his body still filled with the pleasure.
But the euphoria couldn't last forever. Gradually, Jack's ass began feeling empty. He needed more.
"I'm home!" yelled a familiar voice.
Vicky was home at last! Jack needed to feel the touch of the one he loved: his Mistress, his girlfriend.