Catherine

They screwed three more times: her riding cowgirl; him facefucking her as she used the tail to masturbate; him slamming into her ass as she lay on her back, her tits moving with his thrusts as his fingers played with her clit. That last caused a multiple orgasm, wetting his body and staining the costume. After that, they slept in his bed, spooning, her “tail” plugging her pussy.

She woke up feeling something thrusting in her muff. She smiled inwardly and let out a soft moan, feigning sleep as her boyfriend made love to her. He started thrusting faster, groping her boob, then pulled out. She then felt his cock slide slowly and gently into her ass. After he was settled in her rectum, he started thrusting again, moaning softly. She moaned his name sleepily, making him thrust faster and harder. She felt an orgasm building, then the tail of the costume was slipped into her snatch, making her think of a threesome, and she came, wetting his sheets and the outfit again. Then she felt his seed erupt in her anal tunnel, him panting softly.

She feigned waking and stretched, then looked at the tail-plugged pussy and her cock-filled ass. She grinned at him. “Someone had fun.”

He grinned back. “You just look so sexy sleeping. It was hard to resist.”

She giggled. “Well, Master, what are we going to do today?”

He slipped out of her ass and unplugged her slit, then got out of bed. “I was thinking that we head to the mall. See if we can have a bit of fun there.”

She smiled and got up too, stretching more. “Sounds fun. Do I wear this though?”

He looked her over. “I would say yes, but it’s too messy now. Wash it when you get back home, then next time you visit, have it under your clothes.”

She nodded. “Yes, Master.”

“Be a cat until I tell you to change.”

She got on all fours and crawled to him, rubbing against his hairy leg and mewing. He stroked her hair and cat ears then walked to the kitchen to make breakfast. She followed, watching his butt, then watching him as he washed dishes and glanced at her. “What would you like for breakfast, Cat?”

She rubbed against his leg again. “Master’s seed.”

He grinned and chuckled. “We’ll see. Maybe I’ll flavor the food with it. What do you want?”

She mewed. “Eggs? With bacon?”

He looked at her more fully. “You realize you’ll have to eat it off the floor with your mouth? You can’t eat at the table unless I say so.”

She nodded and rubbed against him a third time. “I understand, Master.”

“Good. Just as long as we understand each other.”

He made eggs and bacon for them both, and set her plate on the floor, with no utensils. He also set down a saucer of orange juice. He then sat at the table and started eating.

She frowned. “Master’s seed?”

“You’ll get it,” he said, glancing at her. “Don’t fret. Now eat.”

She started lowering her head but he stopped her. He then tucked her long hair into the neckline her costume, and went back to eating. She began eating, biting into the yolk of one egg and eating it out of the white. After swallowing, she looked at him. “Thank you for not making it runny, Master.”

He smiled at her. “I didn’t want to make it too messy for you.” He started on his bacon.

She resumed eating, munching the eggs as cleanly as she could. Once they were done, she ate her bacon, finding it slightly tough to do so without using her hands. She soon managed, though, and lapped at the O. J. saucer. “I’m finished, Master.” She looked at him, to find him watching her.

“So I see. Now, for what you wanted…” He held his cock, which had grown hard--presumably from watching her. “You can suck for now. You might be able to again, soon. Now come here.” He motioned to under the table.

She crawled over to him and placed her “paws” on his thighs, licking his shaft and head. She then cradled his balls as she began to take his length in her mouth. He played with the cat ears as he moaned and her head started bobbing, taking more of his shaft at every move-down. Just as her nose met his shaved patch of pubic hair, she pulled off, and began running her tits along his dick, wetting the costume with precum. After half a minute of that, she resumed blowing her Master, deepthroating his cock and licking the helmet. He took her hair in his hand and moved her head for her, facefucking her. She moaned around his meat, and he groaned, pulling her off and jerking himself. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, then purred as she felt him shoot his load on her face, groans coming from above the table.

“Okay,” he said, “come out here and clean yourself.”

She crawled out from under the table and looked at him as she wiped her face and licked sperm from her “paws.” After eating the last bit, she mewed and asked, “Did I do well, Master?”

“You did excellent, my slave. Now let’s shower and change.”