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The car purred along the strip of asphalt snaking its way through the woods, and so did the driver. The pink cat gripping the wheel did so with undisguised glee, grinning every time Miles’ eyes wandered over to the speed gauge. Not that he didn’t trust her to handle the vehicle. It was a zippy little thing – one of those old European two-seat convertibles that had been pretty ratty-looking when she’d bought it, but with a friend’s help she’d fixed it up into the metal beast even now thrumming with power every time she pressed the gas-pedal.

She didn’t even seem to mind the wind whipping through her hair, but then again it always looked sort of shaggy and he doubted the wind had any chance of changing it. Her mane - much like the rest of the feline - was quite wild. Miles was very much not wild, and anyone seeing the two of them together would be sure to notice that. Whereas Kari was staring the road down in her tinted shades, he knew he looked a little apprehensive every time they went into a curve, squinting as he did through his glasses.

He knew that he couldn’t really complain about his life, but that was kind of the point – it seemed too good and he sometimes felt like it was built on a soap-bubble. The beast thing in his life was the feline staring down the road and smiling every time she pressed down on the gas pedal. Kari was gorgeous, charming, vivacious and always up for anything exciting. He always felt that sooner or later she’d meet someone as amazing as her and that would be it.

It was a maudlin thought and he shook it out of his head as the cabin came into view. Whatever awaited down the figurative road would wait because what awaited them at the end of the little dirt road they were driving along was a whole week in a romantic woodland cabin. If the future was uncertain, it was all the more reason to live in the present.

“Ooh, this does look nice…” Kari said, casting an appreciative look around the clearing the cabin sat in as she killed the engine. “How come you didn’t tell me about this place?”

“Well I figured it might be a bit… boring for your liking.”

“Oh come on! Did you really imagine the two of us could be shacked up in a place like this and have a ‘boring’ time?” she asked, stepping out of the convertible and stretching like only a cat can.

“Well either way, we had to wait until spring…”

“Why? I bet this place looks gorgeous in the winter – a cozy fire inside and fluffy white snow outside…”

“Yeah, and that little road we just snaked along doesn’t get plowed. This place is a lot less cozy when you can’t hop in a car and drive to town for supplies.”

“Ooooh, even better! We’d be snowed in, cut off from the civilized world! Spending our days and night huddled together, doing whatever we could to stay warm and emerging only periodically to hunt!”

“You’re not going feral on me are you?” he asked, smiling at the image Kari’s words had conjured in his head.

“Nah, I’m a house-cat when all is said and done. But if I was a lynx or something I bet you couldn’t drag me away from here…” she said, grabbing her luggage from the trunk as Miles did the same with his. “So your parents are fine with letting us stay here?”

“Yeah, something came up and they won’t be able to make the trip here until sometime in June. My dad actually asked me if I could drive up and air the place out a little, get a fire going. Apparently these things tend to go to hell if they aren’t lived in every now and again…” he said, managing to find the right key and opening the door.

“Whoah! I’m sorry I referred to this a shack…” Kari said, looking around wide-eyed as she stepped in.

“Well back when my grandpa was using this place you would have been right. But then again all he needed was a place for him and his buddies to lay their heads down when they came here to fish. When he turned the place over to my dad, he spent some time and money fixing it up. This is most of it…” he said, gesturing to the cozy little living area with a kitchen separated by a wood-topped counter. “and there’s a king-size bed in the loft.”

“Thanks again for arranging this baby…” Kari said, plating a quick kiss on his cheek. “And don’t worry about either of us getting bored. I foresee an eventful week ahead of us…” she hinted, steepling her fingers and smiling subtly but offering no more than that little hint about her plans…

*******

The occasional thunk from outside provided a nice rhythmic counterpoint for Kari’s musing, as she regarded the little package sitting on the table beside the cup of slowly cooling coffee. The racket outside was caused by Miles chopping firewood, and normally she would have jumped on the opportunity to see him sweating and straining in such a magnificently masculine display.

And Kari did love the way he looked. Miles looked a bit like a scrawny geek from a distance, but once a person got closer they’d see a young man standing quite tall with a good set of shoulders on him. It definitely wasn’t the posture of someone who spent all his days hunched over in front of a screen and keyboard. And once his clothes came off it would be evident he worked out, although he only did it to stay fit and healthy. Kira was also fit, even a little more than her lover, but that was because she thoroughly enjoyed activities that taxed a person’s endurance. Miles also had a handsome face and the most caring brown eyes hidden behind those dork-glasses he wore. All that meant that when she looked at him she saw a smart, fit and caring young man, and a looker to boot. The problem was that she doubted Miles saw the same thing when facing a mirror.

He was tender but timid, and while many men would dreamily wonder out loud ‘How did I ever wind up with a girl like you?’, Miles seemed like someone who genuinely worried about the answer to that question. She didn’t really want to change him, because she genuinely loved the man he was, but she wanted him to know that, to feel confident about their relationship and more confident about himself. And when he’d suggested this trip, she was sure this was the best time to put her little idea into action. She was pinning a lot of hopes on the little package in front of her. New surroundings might tempt Miles to try new things, the fresh air and wild nature around them might stir something wild in him…

“…or he might just think I’m a bit sick.” she mused, voicing the one doubt niggling away at her.

Not that it had any hope of doing more than niggling. Kari didn’t become the person she was by backing away when she felt scared or nervous. Besides, all it took to steel her resolve was to visualize the sort of fun the two of them had to look forward to if her little plan worked. With that in mind she finished the rest of her coffee, put the box away and purred as she strode outside. Miles had been at it for some time now, and since it was a warm day out she wondered if he’d taken his shirt off yet…

*******

Miles’ reaction to his girlfriend telling him she had a surprise for him and whipping out a gift-wrapped box was the same as that of any man in his situation – panic! Was he supposed to get her something? It wasn’t the anniversary of their first date or anything else and he was desperately trying to look nonplused even as he struggled to think of a reason why the pink feline in front of him was offering him a gift.

“Don’t worry, you weren’t supposed to get me anything. In fact, you won’t even get to keep this one…” Kari hinted, her ears perked as she savored both the mystique she had going for her and the expression of Miles face as he went from panic to relief to confusion in the span of a few seconds.

“What do you mean?”

“Well open it and find out!” Kari urged, her tail swishing behind her as she became too eager to bother with mystique. Miles unwrapped the box and carefully lifted the lid, but what he found inside seemed to raise questions rather than answer them. The small length of black leather could only be a collar, so at least he knew what his girlfriend had given him, even if he still had no idea why.

“You… want us to get a dog?” he ventured.

“No! I happen to know you’re a cat person…” she said with a giggle. “…but if you’re thinking about a pet you aren’t that far off.”

“Could I get a little hint?” Miles said. There was only one thing that came to his mind but… it couldn’t be that!

“Well I handed you the collar and said you wouldn’t get to keep it so…” Kari trailed off, lifting her chin a little and letting Miles get a good look of her graceful, slender and (for now) bare neck.

“Y-you mean…” Miles began and trailed off, but the way his voice was quavering and the way his eyes had lost focus told her he got the idea. Those eyes looked like they’d just gazed upon a world of possibilities, but their owner was too bashful to put that vision to words.

“I mean we try something a little different, a little kinky, and hopefully a lot of fun. I mean that when you put that collar on me, I become your submissive, adoring and very eager love-slave and you…” she said, pressing one finger pad against her stunned boyfriend’s nose “…become my Master.” she finished.

“Look Miles, you know I love you. I know you know I love you. And I can’t sit by and watch someone put down the man I love. Even if that man is you…” she said, looking deep into his eyes and making sure he was looking in hers, hopefully getting a glimpse of what she saw. “I want to dig up some confidence I know you’ve got hidden away somewhere in there…” she continued, moving her finger to his chest “… and I figure a fun, safe way to do it would be a little role-play. You become my master and I become your kitty. Nobody up here but us, so there’s no harm in getting a little silly, or a little kinky. And with a whole week ahead, just imagine the things those two might get up to…”.

“Okay, so how do I…” Miles began, but stopped dead when Kari merely twisted in her seat, turning her back on him and lifting her shaggy pink mane out of the way, waiting patiently for her ‘master’ to collar her.

His head was still spinning and he wasn’t surprised to see his fingers shaking a little as he slid the strip of black leather around his girlfriend’s neck, fumbling a little with the buckle until he was sure the fit was snug but not actually tight. The moment it was on Kari turned back to face him, her slitted eyes sparkling and her lips pulled into a toothy feline grin as she fiddled with the little hoop on the front of her new accessory.

“So, what is my master’s first order?” she purred out, folding her hands in her lap and trying to look demure, even though everything else about her posture suggested a desperate eagerness to get to some fun.

“Right. Well… strip for me.” Miles said in a tone that was less steady than he’d have liked, but the implications of this little arrangement were still sinking in.

Kari, for her part, seemed intent on taking this seriously. After a few taps on her phone a lively beat filled what had up until then been a very tense silence, the pink feline rising smoothly from the couch, glancing over one shoulder to make sure she had his attention. She still kept her back to him but her toned body began to move to the rhythm, the flickering light providing an almost strobe-like effect for the show she seemed intent on putting on.

Her pink tail lashed about but failed to drag Miles’ attention away from the slender legs and firm behind trapped in torn jeans so tight they might as well have been painted on. He was aware of a warmth washing over his face that had nothing to do with the fire, and everything to do with the sway of Kari’s hips and the arch of her back as she threw her ass out before twirling around, eyes sparkling with both mischief and reflected firelight.

She’d undone the zipper on her pants but the jeans were hugging those feline hips too tight to actually slip off, even as she continued her dance. It did serve to give him a glimpse of her panties, a little patch of wine-stain red standing out against the snowy white fur covering her front. But despite having started on them it was obvious she had no intention of letting her jeans drop first. Her chest (appropriately enough for the rustic surroundings) was covered by a shirt tied high and tight, exposing the fit feline’s trim tummy and serving to accentuate the curves just above it.

Her hips moved and swayed to the rhythm even as she slowly undid the knot, opening her shirt and shrugging it off in one fluid, showy movement and revealing a bra the same rich red hue as her panties. She kept dancing all the while, running her hands from her hips, along the sides of her slim waist and ending by cupping the feline mounds straining against their lacey confines. It was only when he saw her smile widen that Miles realized his mouth was actually open.

Unless she was particularly impatient Kari had always made sure to undress with a bit of a flourish, but he’d never seen her do anything like this. The pink cat wasn’t merely undressing as a prelude to some fun and intimate games. This was a display meant to grab his attention and not to let go until it drove him half-crazy with desire. The pants came off next, the torn denim sliding down to reveal long, toned legs, ones that soon jumped out of the little pool of blue fabric lying on the floor.

With nothing covering her but her underwear Kari was really moving now, occasionally slipping a thumb under the waistband of her panties or a strap of her bra and hinting that she was about to lose the garment. As it happened the bra went first, revealing a mouth-watering pair of breasts, two perfect teardrops riding high on the feline’s stark-white chest and bouncing with every step now that they were free. Seeing his eyes go wide at the sight, Kari made sure to cup them and give him a good glimpse of the firm little nubs sticking out of the little pools of bare pink skin.

Her panties were thong cut and even though they left little to the imagination, the cavorting cat took her sweet time, stretching the waistband up and down until she finally turned her back to her stunned boyfriend, pulling the little silk garment all the way down and at the same time thrusting her ass out at him, tail raised and showing him a sight that had him gripping the sofa cushion as his breath caught in his lungs. She flashed him a grin before sling-shooting her undies at him, the slightly damp fabric hitting his chest and momentarily eclipsing the pleasant wood-smoke smell of the fireplace with a much sweeter scent.

“Mhh, my Master is looking a little flushed…” she teased, her hands clasped behind her back which, while supposedly being a demure and proper posture for a ‘slave’ also meant her chest was thrust out, doing little to help Miles’ blush.

“Yes, uhh… help me out of my clothes.” He said, and he had to admit he did feel a little thrill at the way Kari, who was anything but weak-willed obeyed him without hesitation. Unlike her show she made short work of his clothing, tossing the shirt to the side and sliding his jeans and underwear all the way down, glancing up at him as her squat brought her face to face with his rock-hard shaft.

“Ooh, master looks so tense!” she said, gliding one palm against the underside of Miles’ cock and smiling just a little wider as her caress caused the length to twitch and leak. “Does he want to empty these into his little kitty-slut?” she asked, really laying it on thick as she cupped his sack.

“Yes…” Miles breathed out. It wasn’t really inspired dialogue, but the thing Kari was playing with had most of his blood, and he was in the sort of state of mind that had made him very susceptible to her porn-like lines.

“Your wish is my command master. Just lay back and let me serve you…” she husked, standing up and gently pushing on his chest until he fell back, his eyes never leaving the willowy feline climbing up on the sofa along with him.

His eyes fell lower as she straddled him, drawn there by the white fur running along the insides of her thighs and the little strip of bare skin between them. Kari had one hand on his shoulder while the other gently grasped his cock, guiding it until the leaky tip was aimed up at her exposed sex. Usually when she got on top of him she tended to get quite frisky, but it was obvious she was taking her role of a submissive sex-slave seriously. She was looking at him with soft, bedroom eyes, her lips slightly parted as she slowly lowered the silken feline honeypot closer to him.

She rubbed the tip against her slit a few times and Miles felt his hands clench at the feeling of the heat of her sex, the sensation of her moistening lips rubbing his glans teasing him before they parted and she began to take him inside her. The gasp she let out as his head slipped in was honest, albeit just a tad over the top. For his part Miles just felt his jaw clench, the sensation of a hot, tight feline femininity wrapping around him making his vision blur for a moment until he finally released his breath in a low groan.

His eyes stayed fixed on the spot where he and Kari were joined, watching as her hips slowly lowered, the smooth pink folds of her sex splaying as they took more and more of him into that silken vise holding him securely inside his horny kitty. Her steady progress was slowed as she reached the last inch or so, but he knew from experience that Kari wouldn’t stop until she had all of him. And sure enough after swiveling and pushing a little harder she let out another moan as every bit of him sunk into her twitching sex.

Miles finally managed to drag his eyes up, struck once again by how beautiful the pink cat looked, and how he felt when she looked at him like that. That look usually managed to chase away his doubts and insecurities, at least for a little while, and he surprised himself when his hand reached out, his finger hooking into the little metal ring in the middle of her collar. Playing her role perfectly, Kari let him pull her in for a kiss, purring softly as their lips parted and their tongues began to twist against each other.

It was heaven just kissing her like this, feeling her purr as her muzzle pressed against his mouth, the smell of her fur filling his nose even as he filled her. But the moment Kari began moving her hips the feel of her silken walls rubbing along his shaft stirred him and filled him with a need to go further. He released her collar but neither of them broke the kiss, even as Kari whimpered into it when his hands settled on her chest.

She still wasn’t sliding off him, but he could feel her grinding her sex against his crotch as she arched and flexed her back, the nipples topping her magnificent mounds stiffening against his palms. He gave the hand-filling globes a good grope, and almost immediately felt Kari raise her hips and inch or two off him before sliding back down and taking him to the hilt once more.

Figuring Kari wanted to encourage her ‘master’ to play with his new pet, Miles kept kneading the fluffy mounds, each time getting the kitty straddling his lap to rise and fall on it. When he took each nipple between a finger and a thumb Kari broke their kiss, thrusting her chest out as she started to bounce up and down on his lap. Miles kept tweaking the stiff little nubs, his groans soon joining the soft moans of his feline lover as she picked up a steady rhythm, her folds clinging to him as she rode her ‘master’.

She leaned back a little, placing her arms on his knees and never missing a beat as she pumped herself up and down on the cock buried in her messy slit. And while Miles would have loved to just hold her against him and feel her furry body pressed against his bare skin, he had to admit there were advantages to this position. Kari was clearly putting herself on display, letting him see everything from the mask of lust on her face, to the perky globes he was toying with, and finally her lips splayed around his cock, the fleshy length glistening in their juices as she pumped her hips against him in smooth, sinuous motions.

“Mmpffh! Master, I’m – aah!- I’m close…” she panted out in a voice that had his cock twitching in the velvety confines of her sex.

“Good kitty. Go ahead and come for your master…” he heard himself say, the words tumbling from his mouth without the stuttering tension of his earlier commands. Still, it was hard to feel insecure and awkward when you had a drop-dead gorgeous feline riding your cock and moaning out that she’s about to come.

He could feel Kari’s slit pulse a little as his words reached those big pointy ears, and figured that if she was really getting off on this master/slave thing so much he might as well up the ante. With some reluctance he released her breasts, watching the tear-drop mounds bounce a little as Kari rode him. He let his hands slide lower, trailing along her thin waist until they settled on the bucking feline’s hips.

He heard her gasp as he tightened his grip, her eyes going wide before he started thrusting up into her and the slitter orbs rolled back. Normally when she climbed on top of him he was happy to let her set the pace, but that’s the sort of thing her boyfriend would do. Her ‘master’ would do whatever he pleased, using her like a toy as he made her come.

Kari’s hips went still as his own became a blur, the old sofa creaking in protest under them as the feline’s moans were joined by the sharp, wet sounds of flesh hitting flesh. He saw the slits of her eyes narrow to slivers, her tongue lolling from her muzzle as the muscles along her toned body began to twitch at random.

He knew the exact moment she came because the already snug feline slit gripped him as if it was desperate to keep him in, the walls twitching around his cock as he did his best to keep up his pace. He could feel his sack pulling up, his own peak nearing as he pistoned away at his girlfriend’s sex, his shaft churning out the mess from her honeypot and filling the air in the room with her scent.

“Ungghhh, yes! Fuck me master! Breed your –mpfh!- little kitty-slut…” he heard Kari babble, her eyes still glassy as she breathed the words out.

The tone of her voice seemed to be the last straw and Miles found himself pulling the crazed cat down, his hands slipping from his hips to grope her bouncy behind as he felt himself throb inside her. He knew the moment she felt him shoot off within her because Kari threw herself against him, panting and planting little kisses all over his neck and mouth. All the while Miles could feel his fingers digging into her cheeks, her hard nipples pressed against his bare chest as he drained every last drop he had inside the silken sex still twitching around him.

Eventually his breathing evened out and his desperate grip on Kari’s pink ass loosened until he was merely cupping the fluffy feline buttocks, his shaft slowly softening even though her slit still seemed reluctant to let him go. Nor did his ‘kitty’ seem to be in a hurry to get off him, the kinky feline looking truly sated as she softly purred against him. And he wasn’t in a rush either, if he was being honest. There was certainly no point in getting up until he thought of something for his ‘slave’ to do…

*******

“You know I was wondering if you were coming dow…” Miles began but was struck mute before he could finish.

He’d been lazing on the sofa and reading by the fireside, waiting for Kari to join him and wondering what was taking her. He had to admit to being guilty of stereotypical thinking, figuring his girlfriend was having trouble deciding what to wear, and now that he saw her it seemed that she couldn’t make up her mind after all. She was standing at the bottom of the stairs wearing nothing but a grin and the thick black-leather collar, the white fur of her front reflecting all the flickering shades of firelight, giving her an aura that was at once sensuously warm and diabolical.

“Is something wrong, master?” she asked, staying in character and pretending to have no idea why her lover and ‘master’ was slack-jawed and why the worn paperback he’d been reading had just slipped from his grip.

“Did… did my kitty forget something?” the young man replied, trying to sound only mildly amused and pretend he wasn’t stupefied by the sight of the naked feline obviously posing for him.

“Well, you did say we’d have a cozy evening by the fire and I was worried I might get hot if I wore anything. And if we should run out of…wood…” she said, sparing Miles’ crotch the briefest of glances before continuing. “… I was hoping my master would keep me warm.”

“Well, you are wearing something…”

“Oh, of course! A love-slave can’t take her collar off! It’s one of the rules…” she said, and Miles couldn’t help but admire the way she was keeping a straight face through all of this.

“Any other rules?” he asked, trying to sound nonchalant even though he could hear his heart beating in his ears as the cat of his dreams slinked closer to him.

“Hmm, I think just that one and the one about doing anything master tells me to do. So, any commands for your kitty?” she asked, standing in front of him with her hands on her back and her tail swishing eagerly behind her.

Miles was tempted to tell her to just sit next to him and cuddle up and let this evening take its predictable course. He knew that as wild as she was Kari really liked the romance and closeness of such a night, as well as the passion that was bound to ensue once the closeness took its toll. But that was Kari without the collar. She’d want something different now and he felt he owed it to her to try and give her something only Master Miles could…

“Hmm, do a quick spin for me…” he said, the pink feline smiling as she did just that, giving him a lazy twirl as firelight danced over her naked body. “You really do look stunning wearing nothing but that collar. And since you do have all that warm, soft fur covering you, I think the collar will be the only thing you wear while we’re here…” he finished.

It had been a bit of a gamble, and he’d wondered if it was maybe taking things too far. But it was worth it to see the smugly submissive look on Kari’s face break for a second, her eyes going wide and the feline slits narrowing for a second or two before the idea seemed to sink in and take root in that devious mind. The warm light of the nearby flames flashed off one little fang as Kari bit her lip, the tail behind her twitching twice before she got it under control and once again assumed the role of a pliant kitty.

“Whatever my master desires. I’m sure he won’t let his kitty get cold…” she said, faking a worried tone as she obviously imagined all the creative ways to keep warm, none of them involving firewood. “Oh, but you don’t look very comfortable!” she mock-gasped, pointing with her slitted eyes at the now flagrantly obvious tent in Miles’ pants.

“Well I could use some attention…” the young man replied, still a little awkward in the role of a master for a very eager feline love-slave.

“Your wish is my command, master…” Kari purred out, descending smoothly to her knees and parting his. Deft fingers went to work on his clothes and in no time his shaft was out and at the mercy of the feline gazing adoringly at it.

“Would master like to fuck my pretty little muzzle?” the pink cat asked, gently running her fingertips up and down the twitching length.

“Just out of curiosity… how would you, uh… worship it?” Miles asked, still a little worried that he might say the wrong thing or push this little game too far.

But even though the tips of Kari’s ears had twitched at his request her eyes just sparkled with mischief as the idea sank in. The ears folded and the impish eyes grew lidded as she pushed her muzzle forward, extending her tongue and running it from the base of his shaft and ending with a flick of the tip. He found his cock twitching from both the sensation of the feline tongue sliding along it, but also from the lust-drunk expression Kari had assumed, a combo that was stunning even before she started purring.

During their time together Miles had heard Kari purr plenty of times in several different ways. There was the way she purred when they were cuddling up, a soft in-out sort of rumbling, the even softer, snore-like way she purred when she was asleep, and the distinctly sharp rev of a kitty either climaxing or announcing she was about to. But has she bathed his shaft with her tongue her throat seemed to be letting out a steady and shockingly strong rumble, the kind you never really hear outside of a cat food commercial.

It wasn’t really a blow-job, since Kari had yet to take him into her muzzle, something she never really hesitated to do. But as good as having her suck him off felt, it just wasn’t very showy. He’d asked her to worship his cock and the pink feline was doing just that – licking the shaft, kissing it along the length and tip, rubbing her muzzle against it and all the while keeping a mask of utter rapture on her gorgeous face.

And even though she had yet to take his shaft into that pretty muzzle of hers Miles found himself gripping the sofa cushion, his cock twitching and leaking as the sultry kitty worshiped it. One hand slipped from his thighs and he groaned when he felt it settle under his sack, cupping it as Kari continued her little display. She made a point of not using a hand on his shaft, which meant that the turgid length was getting rubbed all over her face as she slavishly licked and kissed all along it.

Watching her display, Miles couldn’t help but wonder how much he could take. This was all technically just foreplay, at least compared to the blow-jobs Kari usually gave him, but the sight of the collared cat kneeling between his legs and purring away as she worshiped his cock had him close to blowing his top, but without that extra bit of stimulation to push him over.

And Kari was really playing the hell out of her chosen roll, sliding up along him until she had his shaft wedged between her perky white tits. She closed her eyes as she bent town to kiss his tip as the rest of Miles’ manhood became engulfed in the soft snowy fluff covering his girlfriend’s chest. She moved her rack up and down in an undulating motion, playing with his nuts and giving his glans a kiss every time it emerged from out of her furry cleavage.

The performance lasted more than Miles would have thought possible, minutes of sweet agony as the kinky cat did everything she could to stoke his flames while making sure she didn’t let him pop. By the time he was ready to pop his fingers where white and he could imagine them digging into the upholstery of the couch, his breathing ragged as the sack Kari had been cradling this whole time pulled up.

Sensing it was time for the big finale, Kari lowered her head down and gripped the throbbing shaft with one hand. Looking up at her ‘master’ with her best bedroom eyes, she let her tongue slide out of her mouth just far enough to cradle the tip of his sock, her muzzle open and her eyes looking adoringly up at him as stars began to dance in front of his own eyes just as his orgasm hit him.

A part of him missed not being buried in that pretty muzzle and being purred around as he came, but that same part of him was even now being lovingly stroked and squeezed by a deft feline hand, Kari’s efforts serving to make the streaks of white he was shooting into her mouth all the more impressive. The sight would have been breathtaking if he had any breath left to take – his ‘kitty’ gazing up at him with her ears folded back submissively, her eyes half-hidden behind her long lashes as the tip of her tongue kept his spurting cock aimed at her mouth, her purring never faltering as the pink appendage became hidden under a layer of pearly white cum.

“G-good girl…” he gasped, only now feeling how tense he’d been now that his entire body, save for his still hard shaft had grown slack. Kari gave his tip a last few licks, making sure her master was clean before looking up at him, eyes sparkling as she awaited his next command. Spent for the moment, Miles just patted the spot on the couch next to him, sighing in contentment as his ‘kitty’ cuddled up to him. He doubted the serene interlude would last much longer since his slave would need to be rewarded for the good job she’d just done…

*******

“You know, I was rummaging around a little and I think I found something your collar has been missing…” Miles mused, sitting back on a kitchen chair with his ‘slave’ rubbing his shoulders.

“Oh? I wonder what that could be master…” Kari asked, her tail swishing behind her as curiosity took root in the fertile ground that is the feline brain. She hadn’t brought a leash over because she was worried about pushing Miles too far with the whole bondage/domination thing, but she did make sure to get a collar with a convenient metal hoop in front.

“Well let me show you. Come over here and close your eyes. That’s it, now bend over a little…” she heard him say, and felt a forearm brush against one of her breasts as he fiddled with the metal ring in the front of her collar. Any moment now she expected to feel a firm tug on what she was sure was a leash of a rope being fastened to her collar, turning her from a love-slave into a proper little pet, eager to go wherever he master led…

“There, you can look now…” she heard Miles say and was surprised when his sentence was punctuated with a little jingle. There was no leash attached to her collar, and the feline eyes focused in confusion at the two little metal balls dangling from the black leather.

“Wha… where did you…”

“Well when you put a collar on a cat you generally put a little bell on too. You know – to stop her from sneaking around and causing mischief?” Miles explained, giving the little silvery balls another flick. “I found this among my grandpa’s fishing gear. You clip it on the tip of a rod, so when a fish bites it rings…” he said, giving the bells another flick.

Kari had to admit it was a nice idea, and one that hadn’t even occurred to her. The little silver balls were each on a spring and looked kind of like two metal cherries with their stems on. She was a little disappointed she wouldn’t be led around on a leash, but it would be fun seeing if they could make the bells ring later on.

“And what is my master’s next desire?” she asked, trying to sound demure even though her tail was swishing behind her.

“Well this old place looks a little drab, so I figured we could go for a little walk and you could pick some flowers…” he said, confusing her by smiling deviously considering what a tame suggestion that was. But a romantic one, so Kari wasn’t about to protest.

“Okay, let me just get my…”

“Your what?” Miles asked, and Kari found her ears shooting up as she realized what he had in mind. “Remember what I told you? No clothes but that collar while we’re here. Besides, it’s not like you’ll need any – it’s nice and warm outside, the sun is shining… what’s the phrase? Ah yes – broad daylight!”

Kari knew that he was laying it on thick, and wondered if he really was trying to make her wuss out. The idea of being naked all the time had been no problem and she’d rather enjoyed having her man’s hungry gaze glued to her nude body. And she had no problem showing a bit more fur in the presence of close friends and romantic interests, but as wild as she was she’d never really done the whole ‘naked in public’ thing before. But it wasn’t really like she had a choice. She liked the fact Miles was showing more confidence, but if he thought for a second that he had more guts than she did, he had another thing coming.

“Whatever my master desires…” she said, taking the initiative and stepping out of the cabin first.

Okay, so far so good... she thought. Despite her jitters and the butterflies still in her tummy she knew Miles was really just toying with her. There wasn’t anyone around and this place was private property. But even so, it wasn’t the kind with a fence and ‘Trespassers will be shot!’ signs, so there was always a chance that someone coming along might catch a glimpse of her… The field around the cottage had been mowed at some point but it was late spring and plenty of weeds had shot right back up from the soil, many of them sporting quite pretty flowers. As per her master’s wishes, Kari was about to sink to one knee to pick a few when she heard a voice from behind her.

“No, not like that. Try to pick them without bending your legs…”

The pink feline rolled her eyes at the comment even as she bit her lip, realizing just what kind of flower Miles had meant to admire. As she bent over she couldn’t’ help but notice she was a bit hesitant to lift her tail, despite the fact she’d given her boyfriend this sort of view plenty of times before. There was still something between fear and a thrill of doing something like this in the open, and she felt that the bell jangling softly as she bent down was only drawing attention to her.

There were plenty of flowers in front of her, but she knew the purpose of this wasn’t to get a bouquet together as quickly as possible, so she broke the stem of one blossom before slowly straightening back up, making a point of smelling the flower before taking a few more steps, in search of the next one. The jitters she had about going out like this were passing, leaving nothing behind but the thrill at the show she was putting on for Miles. And the soft breeze felt nice, especially when the strip of bare skin between her legs grew moist and she could feel it blowing over with quite intimately, especially whenever she bent over.

She was picking up a spring of quite pretty purple blossoms when the feeling of a soft breeze against her wet slit was replaced suddenly by her master’s hand. It hadn’t been much really – just a soft pat of her nethers followed by a slide of his palm that had his fingers trailing along her twitching folds – but the surprise of it was enough to make Kari gasp and her tail puff up.

“Keep going. There’s lots of pretty ones over there…” Miles spoke up from behind her, and after she regained he composure Kari waded through the wildflowers, bending over every once and a while, and every time getting either a grope or a stroke between her legs. By the time she had a respectable bunch in her hands she was aware that the fur covering her inner thighs was soaked.

“Is this enough, master?” she asked, turning around and showing him the little bouquet, hoping he’d order her back in and screw her silly.

“Hmm, very pretty, but I think I saw a four-leaf clover down there. How about you take a look?”

Kari felt her muzzle twist in a pout, wondering how long Miles intended to tease her. But she was his slave so she turned around and once again bent over, lifting her tail high and hoping her drenched pussy would give him a hint at what kind of fun he could really be having with a kitty-slave. She felt a finger run along her dripping lips and almost mewled in frustration, figuring Miles was just going to tease her again.

She realized he had something more in mind when the digit suddenly plunged in, her slit eagerly swallowing the finger up as her whole body tensed. It had only been a day since her master told her not to touch herself down there without permission, and it was only now that she felt a nimble digit prodding around inside her that she realized how much her kitty had missed being played with. True, she and Miles had been at it ever since the collar was fastened, but there was just something about a playful, curious finger rooting around in there that she’d loved ever since she’d started puberty.

A second one was pushed in and figuring she was about to get what she needed Kari just set her flowers on the ground and touched her fingers to the grass, steadying herself as she kept her tail raised and out of the way. Miles wasn’t really pumping her slit, just pressing himself in as deep as he could go and using the tips of his fingers to stroke the pulsing walls of her sex.

When he pulled out she actually did mewl, but the plaintive noise ended in a gasp when she felt something blow across her wet slit that was far too warm for a spring breeze. She found herself holding her breath, and released it as a moan when she finally felt Miles’ tongue swipe across her glistening folds. It was only then that she realized she was buck naked and being eaten out in the open, and was torn between keeping quiet to avoid drawing attention and letting her master know just how badly his kitty needed this.

In the end she bit her lip to keep everything but her purring muffled as her master used his thumbs to pry her petals apart, exposing her delicate pink flower to the whole world before he dove back in. Kari knew that she was supposed to be submissive but she couldn’t help but pushing back a little against her boyfriend’s face, figuring she could always claim she’d lost her balance later. But a hand gripping the base of her tail and keeping her still told her Miles was on to her, so she just settled for obediently taking her master’s tongue-lashing.

She’d never really had any complaints about her boyfriend’s technique but she was taken by surprise at the way he just seemed to push his face against her sex, his tongue darting out as if he was hungry for the kitty-nectar dripping from her folds. She wasn’t sure if it was the confidence he was building up in his new role, or if she’d just been driven that wild by parading around naked and being teased.

Either way Kari knew she wouldn’t last long, nor did she really have any intent to. This was just to kinky for her to handle – buck naked outside, bent over with a collar on as her master ate her out while she did her best not to moan loud enough to give everyone in a five-mile radius a pretty good idea of what was going on.

As her climax hit she felt her legs go weak and was wondering if her master would wind up holding her up by her tail as she dangled from it, a mumbling, purring mess. She did manage to remain standing, but she could feel her whole body shudder as she came around Mile’s tongue, the tremors powerful enough to make the little bells on her collar tinkle softly. When she felt him pull away from her still twitching sex she made sure to pick up her flowers before straightening up and turning around to face him.

“Oh, Master! I’m so sorry, I’ve made such a mess… here, let me clean you up.” She chirped, licking her the lower half of her lover’s face until it was clean before pressing her lips to his and letting her tongue do a little cleaning inside…

*******

“Oh, you’re up! I was wondering if I’d have time to make you breakfast in bed. Here, let me get you a cup…” Kari began as she got up from the table, only to find herself pushed down against it as Miles grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her back. She was taken by surprise but it wasn’t surprise that had her heart beating in her chest and her tail twitching. She never really realized how strong her boyfriend was, and with her bare chest pressed against the wood it didn’t even occur to her to struggle. After all, this had quite a lot of promise.

“What did you say?” she heard Miles ask, the steady, steely tone of his voice making her increasingly flustered and making it hard for her to think. It took her a while before she realized what he meant…

“Oh, I’m sorry master! Kitty didn’t meant to show you any disrespect…” she began in a suitably pleading voice, even going so far as to fold her ears back. She knew that deep down she was too headstrong to really be submissive, but this headspace was proving a very fun place to visit!

“I don’t think you’re sorry. I think you’re trying to get out of your punishment…” Miles replied, still keeping her arms behind her back and keeping her pinned. Not that she was making it hard on him, writhing only enough to create the illusion that she was trapped and at his mercy.

“As… as you say master. But please, you will be gentle won’t you?” she cooed, gasping when she felt Miles lean over her to whisper in her ear.

“I would, but a little while ago someone told me I was too gentle…” he said, punctuating his statement by giving the pointy lobe a quick bite.

She gave a pathetic sounding mewl in reply but her mind was abuzz with possibilities. This was going to happen – he was going to take her like this, bent over a kitchen table, whether she liked it or not! True, the feline nectar even now dripping from her slit made the ‘or not’ part seem academic, but it was still thrilling to think she had no idea what Miles intended to do and no choice but to submit to her ‘master’ and whatever wicked punishment he had in mind for his love-slave.

For his part Miles did his best to shrug off his robe while still keeping Kari pinned, despite the fact he knew at this point the kinky feline would remain glued to the table surface until the ‘punishment’ was over with. And despite his cool attitude he was aware his breathing had grown rapid and that he was in the grip of the feeling you get on a rollercoaster just when it finishes a long, slow climb and you find yourself looking at the ground rather than the sky. What he had in mind as discipline for his ‘kitty’ would be taking things a bit far, but then again that’s what Kira had been urging him to do since they got here – to push past his limits.

The sight of the naked feline had done little to ease his morning wood, and he could see the shudder running through Kari’s body as he pressed the underside of his cock against her slit, amazed at how wet she was already. He’d been watching her for a few seconds before coming down and knew she hadn’t disobeyed him by playing with herself. It was the anticipation of her punishment that had her dripping as she arched her back, trying to grind against him despite being pinned.

With her boyfriend’s length pressing against but still frustratingly outside her sex, Kari wondered if this was his idea of punishment – to get her hot and bothered by throwing her down and then just teasing her. It did make some sense – grinding against her, maybe stroking her back and ass, doing every little thing he could to make her brake down and beg for him to rut her, insisting that she’d learned her lesson. In fact she was tempted to do so right now, but she was curious to see what her master would do. After all, the whole point of this was to let him take initiat…

The pink feline’s train of thought was derailed when the shaft that had been pressing against her lips slipped a little higher, her ears shooting straight up and her eyes going wide when she felt something wet poking under her tail. Any notion that Miles had grazed her pucker by accident evaporated when she felt the tip of his shaft press against the pink ring, the orifice twitching on reflex as her boyfriend just held himself there.

Kari went from pathetically writhing to stock still as the nature of her punishment fully registered. This was something she genuinely hadn’t expected, and was trying to process with what little brainpower she had available. Despite being sexually adventurous, as the collar fastened around her neck could attest, Kari had never taken anyone back there before, Miles included. In the early throes of puberty she’d been curious about her body, and once she’d learned what fun playing with her kitty could be she began wondering what kind of fun she could have with the rest of her blossoming body. As she recalled there had been a time when she’d liked to stick a finger under her tail while she fingered her honeypot, often to the accompaniment of some thoroughly depraved fantasies. But after she’d discovered boys and how good it could feel to have one between her legs, her fascination with the little pink patch between her cheeks never really came up again.

And with Miles pressing himself against her pucker she found herself strangely eager to let him. There was some concern about the fact that the thing he intended to spear her tail-hole with was longer and thicker than her finger, and that the sensible way to lose her anal virginity would probably be something slower and gentler.

But then the slow and gentle scenario didn’t really appeal to Kari, which she guessed was why she’d never tried anal before. But if she was going to do it, she felt this was the right way – powerless (sort of), desperately horny and at the mercy of a male she trusted enough to surrender herself to entirely. It was with that idea in mind the feline relaxed herself back there, folding her ears against her head and arching her back just a little more.

Miles must have sensed the moment she’d relaxed her pucker because the next thing she knew her tail-hole was being forced to stretch around him, a gasp leaving her muzzle as several hard, hot inches were pushed up her no longer virgin ass. There was a brief sting as she was penetrated with nothing but her own honey for lube, and she could feel her pucker clenching up around the invading shaft, desperately trying to push the invader out, or at least stop it from going any deeper. She thought for a second that this might have been a mistake, but when one hand came down on her left cheek Kari heard herself squeal and felt her empty sex twitch and drip. The spank had made her tighten up even harder around Miles, but as the slap turned into a grope the heat seemed to spread from under her lover’s palm and settle somewhere deeper in.

Letting out a deep breath, the pink feline relaxed and felt her pucker do the same. As it did the cock stuck between her cheeks seemed less girthy and went from being distressingly big to thrillingly big. And to her surprise, Miles only gave her a few seconds to adjust before sliding the rest of himself in, drawing another gasp from his kitty as she felt his sack settle against her dripping lips.

Full. There was no other way to describe it. A sensation of being intimately filled that brought to mind the first time she’d let a boy get between her legs and he shoved himself as far up her kitty as he could go. She was surprised how easily it had all gone in, especially since despite his timid nature Miles was very well endowed. She tried to imagine what she’d look like from his point of view – her perfect, heart-shaped ass on full display, her tail raised to show the base of his cock disappearing into her straining pucker. And judging by the way he was pausing she had little doubt her boyfriend was getting an eyeful while letting her adjust.

“How does that feel, kitty?” she heard him say, feeling a little pride at the barely disguised tension in his voice. She wanted to say it felt better than she would have guessed and that she was quite eager to feel some more, but that would have spoiled the game. She wasn’t Kari right now, she was Miles’ kitty, his submissive love-slave who was being punished for her insolence.

“Oh master, you’re so big! Kitty’s learned her lesson! Please don’t rut my poor little tush…” she replied, in a tone that was so over the top that it left little doubt what she wanted. And if it hadn’t been obvious enough, she gave her speared ass a little wriggle, savoring the sensation of having Miles’ inside it even as she spurned him on.

“Well I’m glad you’ve learned your lesson, but let’s just make sure it sinks in…” she heard him reply, and she could have rolled her eyes at the pun if he hadn’t take the opportunity to grind his hips against her ass, giving her eyes a different reason to roll back.

Miles hadn’t been certain how Kari would react to having that perfect ass of hers stuffed, but he figured that if he was acting like a beast it was a beast she created. In truth he hadn’t even planned to push himself under her tail, but the moment the idea had popped in he’d found himself aiming a little higher, and now he had his loving girlfriend happily mewling as he ground himself against her rear. A little confidence really goes a long way… he thought to himself, his eyes glued to the pink behind and the strip of white fur running down the middle of it.

He could see her pucker cling to him as he slowly withdrew, pulsing a little as muscles twitched and danced seemingly at random across the feline’s back. He’d pulled almost all the way out before pausing a little leaving her to wonder how rough he’d actually be. When he slid back in it was in a single, stroke, but a slow one, letting his shaft sink back into that twitching behind until his hips were once again mashed against the bouncy feline cheeks.

Miles knew that as a human he measured fairly well against a feline male and sheathing himself in Kari’s slit was always a thrillingly snug experience. But even the sensation of pushing his shaft between those folds into the tight feline femininity and feeling her walls wrap lovingly around him hadn’t prepared him for the tightness of the bouncy behind he found himself humping against. She had relaxed for the most part after the initial surprise penetration, but every now and again he’d feel the pucker clench up, gripping him in a way that had his jaw tightening and his fingers digging into the firm feline cheek he was groping.

He’d like to think he was taking things nice and slow for her sake, but truth be told he was trying to pace himself. He had little doubt that despite the occasional dramatic whimper Kari was enjoying herself, since every time he hilted himself he could feel his sack rest against the kinky cat’s now thoroughly messy sex.

“Unghhh, master please! Don’t – mpfh! – don’t make me cum like this…” his little ‘slave’ pleaded, the tone of her voice suggesting it wouldn’t take much to make her do just that.

“But you will, won’t you? You’re such a slutty little cat you’re gonna cream yourself just from having me fuck this fluffy little ass of yours?” he replied, wondering where the words came from even as Kari clenched up just as he was pulling out.

“Nooo! I… I’m a good kitty! Please don’t make me…”

Miles hadn’t been sure the first time, but hearing her beg for the second time was a definite hint. With some reluctance he moved his hand from Kari’s perfectly rounded ass and slid it over and under her hip, trailing his fingers through the fur of her lower belly until he reached smooth, dripping skin. As tempted as he was to let his fingers dip into that feline honeypot and probe around in the steamy mess, he knew what would really set her off. Kari’s clit stayed hidden even when she was aroused, but it was still very sensitive, and just pressing two fingertips against her hood was enough to make her body grow stiff for a second.

Kari found herself fighting the urge to purr as the man claiming her rump began to expertly tease her little buzzer, providing the last bit of stimulation and pushing her closer and closer to what was no doubt going to be a full on yowling climax. After all, ‘kitty’ was distraught over her cruel master humiliating her by forcing her to cum like a butt-slut, and would hold off purring for as long as she could.

It was strange having her clit played with while also having her rump rutted because she was now getting the familiar tingles from a familiar place, even though a different place altogether felt filled to the brim. Taking it up the tail had been pleasant, and in this scenario thrillingly arousing, but all it had really done was to make her desperate for release. And with Miles stroking her hidden clit she felt herself rising towards that peak, pulled towards it with every tweak and every thrust.

And he really was thrusting now. The moment she felt his touch between her legs she’d seemed to relax a little more back there and now she could feel the rough, short humps of her lover against her freshly deflowered behind. Even the little bell Miles had put on her collar had started to jingle and as she finally lost her battle with her need to purr she knew the man behind her would soon be ringing hers as well.

“You’re liking this, aren’t you kitty? You’re such a little slut that you’re purring from having my cock in your tight little ass…” she heard him say, noting that he seemed to be having trouble keeping his voice steady. He was still better off than she was, since there was nothing that Kari would think of that would be in character, so she just settled for mewling and purring as she neared her peak.

Even if she hadn’t cried out Miles would have known exactly when Kari’s climax hit her, but he’d have to admit the sheer force of it took him by surprise. The pink feline was writhing against both him and the tabletop, her tail bristled as he felt her juices leak from her empty folds and all over the fingers still tweaking her clit. Not to mention what she was doing to him.

She always clamped down hard when she came, and once that passed her sex would still pulse around him as if it was trying to pull him deeper in. She was pretty fit after all and he supposed that was a part of that ‘core strength’ thing she kept going on about – having strong muscles even where you didn’t really get to see them. And on more than one occasion he’d had her slit spread across his lower face with her pink and white butt eclipsing his vision, usually while she was draped over him and using her mouth on him. And every time he’d lick her to completion and she made a mess over his face he’d catch a glimpse of that little pink star twitching in its fluffy white surroundings.

But it was a different story now that he was pumping his shaft in and out of that pucker. He’d been close before Kari went over the edge, and with her yowls ringing in his ears and her already tight ass clenching and pulsing around him he reached his own limit. He gave one final lunge that was enough to push the panting feline to the tips of her toes, his sack smacking wetly against her slit just before it pulled up.

Miles leaned over the prone cat, feeling the soft heat of her against him as he breathed against her collared neck. He groaned out loud when he felt sweet release hit him, savoring the way Kari moaned with every rope of spunk he send shooting up her thoroughly rutted tail-hole. It seemed to take an eternity for him to empty every drop into the feline behind and even longer for his shaft to soften and slide out of his kitty’s pucker.

“Did you learn your lesson?” he asked, releasing her hands and running his hands along her back and sides, finishing by sinking his thumbs into the little dimples at the top of each cheek.

“Yes, master…” Kari breathed out, hearing the way her voice slurred. At least for now she added to herself. As soon as she was sure she could sit down without wincing, she’d make sure to ‘forget’ to address her master properly again.

*******

“Aahhh! M-master I’m a bit busy…” Kari protested, surprised by the sudden feeling of Miles’ lips on her neck.

“And you should be. Remember what lazy kitties get?” he asked, and the pink feline could feel her ears twitch. A few days ago she’d apparently been ‘lazy’ enough to earn a quick spanking which had left her cheeks burning and Miles’ hand wet.

She figured he was just teasing her, since he’d been doing a lot of this sort of thing lately – coming up behind her and coping a feel, anything from a kiss to a caress to a full-on grope, grabbing the ring of her collar and pulling her in for a quick kiss. It certainly kept her on her toes and she was sure that that was all he was doing now – teasing her and asserting his newfound dominance. But when one hand slipped around her waist and the other along her chest, she began to doubt he was just playing around with her.

“Master, I’m making dinner!” she said, although she was sure he was aware of it. After all, she was wearing her apron, which protected the pristine white for of her front from any stains, but did nothing to protect her rear from the attentions of her amorous master.

“Good. But I’m hungry now…” he murmured into one ear before gently biting it for emphasis.

Kari had hoped to get the casserole in the oven before they both found some way to work up an appetite, but feeling Miles grope her and a hard, hot thing poking against her rear told her that something would have to wait, and it would most likely be dinner. She folded her ears back in submission and spread her legs just a little before thrusting her rear out and preparing to be ravished by her insatiable master.

“Don’t stop…”

“What?” she asked, feeling like it was a little early for either of them to be saying ‘Don’t stop!’.

“Like I said. You keep doing what you’re doing…” Miles replied, his right hand slipping in under the top of the apron and grabbing a handful of firm feline flesh. “… and I’ll keep doing what I’m doing.”

Kari wasn’t sure if he was joking, but as Miles’ left hand slipped down her stomach and across her mound, she knew he definitely had no intention of stopping. The idea was silly, but she had to admit it was a good bit of kinky fun. Not to mention it was an obvious challenge, to see if she could finish her task while he did everything possible to derail her train of thought. Well, this is one cooking show no one has thought of making yet…

Figuring Miles wouldn’t hold back she put away the big knife she’d been using and settled for one of the little serrated steak-knives. It would make things take longer, but it was the safer option. Miles had his face buried in her neck again, kneading one of her tits while his other hand settled on her folds, the fingers just stroking up and down the perfectly smooth skin and making her wonder just when one of them would plunge in.

She’d started peeling a potato and was feeling pretty confident that she’d breeze through this when her slit was invaded by not one but two fingers, the digits plunging suddenly past her folds and making her squeak and slice off half the spud in her hand. She figured this was one point for Miles, but then again he couldn’t really keep surprising her like that. She took a steadying breath and continued prepping her veggies even as her master began to curl those fingers, every so often grazing against the spot inside her that made it hard for her to keep her hands steady.

Okay, this isn’t too bad. All I have to do is cut this lot into chunks, toss them in the dish, pour in the wine and in the oven it goes… she thought to herself, but as simple as the task was it still required some focus, and with her boyfriend fingering and groping her and his erection wedged between her cheeks it was really, really hard to give a damn about veggies. And the carrots weren’t helping…

After a few more deep breaths she was fine, and when she felt Miles’ fingers slip from inside her part of her wondered if he’d cede victory and let her finish cooking before they picked things up where they left off. But the moment she felt something warm and hard brush against her still parted folds she knew that her master was merely stepping up his game.

Even though she knew what was coming when she actually felt him push inside her she sliced through the celery stalk and half-way into the wooden cutting board, her hands shaking a little as Miles cock slid all the way up her passage in one smooth stroke. Given time she figured she might have adjusted to even such a distraction but her master obviously had no intent on letting her. He began to move immediately, short, sharp strokes that forced her to brace herself against the kitchen counter. He still had one hand on her breast, playing with her nipple as the other one settled just above her well-stuffed slit.

Miles was obviously playing to win, and Kari found herself wondering why it would be a bad thing to lose. Her boyfriend had her slit pressed against his shaft so that every stroke of the steely length also rubbed the sensitive nub. The added stimulation, coupled with the sheer kinky thrill of being taken like this had the pink cat moaning and even though her lover had just started she knew that she wouldn’t last long.

She tried to make some pretense of continuing with her task, managing to slice about one chunk of whichever vegetable was at hand every ten seconds or so. Even that required focus that she just didn’t have as everything in front of her became eclipsed by the sensation of her boyfriend’s shaft dipping in and out of her steamy sex and the tension rising in her body. A few seconds she was leaning over the counter, her claws extending and biting into the cutting board as her speared slit convulsed, gushing around the hard length still pistoning in and out of it.

She’d expected her climax would set Miles’ off but was surprised when her master just hooked one arm under her knee and lifted her left leg, opening her up even more as he redoubled his pace. The upside of this was that there was no longer any pretense of her getting on with her cooking. She was getting fucked silly and it was all she could do to support herself on one shaky leg as her boyfriend’s jackhammer pace kept her riding the wave of her orgasm.

By the time she felt Miles’ thrusts falter she was ready to come again and once he pushed himself in and she felt the warm flow of his seed inside her she did just that, panting and gripping the counter top as if she was holding on for dear life. Her lover held her close, his arm wrapped around her waist as he ground himself against her, only pulling out when the hard length inside her began to shrink. With her leg still held up she was spread wide and could actually hear his spunk dripping out of her and onto the tiles below.

“I’m gonna take a shower. When you’re done with dinner, feel free to come and join me…” Miles said, gently lowering her leg and giving her neck another kiss before leaving her to her chopping with his mess still dripping from her slightly bruised folds.

“I’ve created a monster…” Kari mused, although the ear-to-ear grin she was wearing made the proclamation seem less than dire…

*******

“Oooh, I’m gonna miss this place!” Kari mewled as they loaded their things into her car.

“Well it’s not good-bye forever…”

“I know, but we made sooo many great memories here.” Kari mused, her tail lashing behind her as a few of the spicier ones flashed before her eyes. “Are you sure we managed to scrub everything?” she said, grabbing the end of her tail and fiddling with it nervously as she imagined Miles’ parents finding any evidence about what sort of fun they had here.

“Yeah, unless my parents bring in a forensics team, I figure we’re safe. You packed the collar, right?”

“It’s the first thing I packed!”

“Good, because that would have been tricky to explain…”

“Well there’s that too. But I was also thinking it would come in handy if you ever needed a confidence boost…” she said, although just looking at him made it clear this wasn’t the same Miles she drove over here with “…or things just got a little hum-drum.” she added. After all, just because she’d fixed her boyfriend didn’t mean a perfectly good collar had to go to waste.