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Black Cat

By: Nogrod63



The music was loud and the party was in full swing when he arrived. The band was setup in the house's large living room and they were busy belting out tunes for all to hear. The house was packed, ghosts, goblins, witches, a devil or two, a killer clown and the occasional princess. Yes, all manner of costume-clad people were thronging through the house. The informal dance floor in front of the band was packed with people gyrating to the music. He wandered around visiting, drinking, eating and dancing for most of the evening, in general having a good time.

It was 11:30 when he spotted her. She was clad in an incredible black cat costume that looked like it had been sprayed on. Only her nose and lips were visible through the cat mask the covered her face. The skimpy costume barely covered her breasts, her legs were bare and on her feet she wore a pair of black high-heeled shoes. She moved with all the grace and agility of the cat whose costume she wore. She saw him staring at her and she raised a finger and beckoning him to her on the dance floor. She smiled as he approached and she draped her hands around his neck when he came to her. She didn't say a word just began dancing, seductively against him. He placed his hands on her hips and began to move with her. He could feel the heat of her body and his cock responded as she thrust her pelvis against him.

She raised her lips to him for a kiss, a seductive move that he could not resist. Their lips met, parted and their tongues entwined. It was all happening so fast; his head begin to spin as he inhaled her scent, smelling slightly of cinnamon. They danced close, her body rubbing sinuously against him. His cock was raging and she teased him rubbing her mons back and forth against him. The music stop and they kissed deeply again. Who was this erotic beauty he thought to himself. He had never met anyone like her before.

She pulled him off the dance floor and she headed up the stairs, pausing at the top of the landing to back sure he was following her. He was, he could not resist. She beckoned him again and he raced up the stairs to catch her. At the top he just caught a glimpse of her disappearing into a room at the end of the hall. He followed and she leaped on him as he entered the room. He took her whole weight as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck and captured his mouth with her own.

"Fuck me nowwww," she hissed in his ear. She dropped to the floor and pushed him towards a couch. They stared eye to eye as her hands darted down unzipped and dropped his pants so fast he hardly realized what was going on. She took his throbbing member in his hand and squeezed, he groaned loud feeling the heat and pressure of her hand. He slipped his hand down to her pussy and pressed hard and it was her turn to moan. He searched with his fingers and found her costume snapped underneath, with a deft movement her costume was undone and his fingers were exploring her hot, wet pussy.

She cried out as he thrust a finger inside her and she pushed him back on to the couch, his cock sticking obscenely into the air. She straddled him staring deep into his eyes. Their lips met again in a passionate kiss and he felt her lower herself down to his cock pausing as the head of his cock made contact with her pussy. She wrapped her arms around his neck again, as her lips moved wetly against his own she drove herself down, impaling her hot cunt on his throbbing cock. They groaned together. He could not believe how hot she was as her pussy enveloped and milked his member.

He drove his hips up to meet each of her driving thrusts. She hissed in his hear, "Yesss, Yesss, drive your cock into me, fuck me, fuck me fuck meeeeeee! Make me cummmmm!" His hands moved to her breasts, pulling her costume down and take each one in his hands. He cupped them, feeling them, squeezing and pinching her rock hard nipples. She cried out and moved even faster up and down on his shaft. He broke their kiss and fastened his mouth on one swollen nipple, sucking hard on it like a piece of candy. She screamed out and pulled his head hard against her breast. He continued to suck on it as she screamed out her pleasure.

The friction on his cock was immense and he rolled her over so she was on knees her naked ass in the air. He slammed his cock into her in a single thrust.

"God yesssss, don't stop, don't stop, fuck me, make me cummmmmm!" she groaned at him. Stopping was no longer an option. He reached around and held and squeezed her breasts as he pounded his throbbing shaft into her tight, open pussy. Faster and harder until he felt her bear down hard on him, screaming out as her body bucked and thrust against him, her cum crashing through her body. As she milked his cock through her cum he felt his balls tighten and his orgasm slam through his body as he filled her cunt with jet after jet of hot, milky cum. He almost passed out as he collapsed on to her. He closed his eyes as he held her close. He felt her get up and plant a kiss on his lips.

"Just wait till next year," she whispered in his ear.

"Next year?" he asked. But there was no answer. He opened his eyes and she was already gone. He glanced around bewildered. After a few minutes he pulled himself together and went downstairs in search of his exotic beauty. He searched every room until only he and the host, Rick were left.

"Rick, do you know who that woman in the black cat costume was?"

Rick gave him a puzzled look. "I didn't see anyone dressed like that," Rick responded. "I took pictures of everyone that came in tonight. The only black cat around here is Moxie, and she only just came out of hiding." Rick pointed to a chair nearby, there on the back sat Moxie, primly cleaning herself. He stared at the cat for a moment and he swore that when Rick turned his back that Moxie gave him a grin and wink.

"Nah, it couldn't be," he thought "could it?"

Black Cat



Prologue

Cathryn was a prude. She always had been, and annoyingly so. She considered that she had a highly developed sense of right and wrong. As a result, she had very few friends. If you asked somebody what she did for fun, they wouldn't have a clue, probably doubting that she ever had fun at all.

Cathryn thought that she experienced fun, at least that was how she saw it. Going to church on Sunday was her highlight of the week. She knew that the few people around her were also, "Good People". Except that they too considered her to be a prude.

She was 33 years old and still a virgin. She did not want that to change until she was married. But she had had very few boyfriends, all of which had become frustrated with her. She allowed them to kiss her, but never in public, never over-passionately, and certainly never with tongues.

Her latest boyfriend had taken her out twice before asking if he could kiss her goodnight – but she only allowed him a peck on the cheek as she stood on her doorstep. On the third date she invited him in for coffee. Having drunk the beverage, he asked if he could kiss her. She allowed him to, but pushed him away when his hand strayed from her waist towards her breast. She made it clear that she did not want, "That sort of thing".

He persevered for one more date. Again, after coffee he asked if he could kiss her. He kept his hands on her waist and did not move them. Just as she seemed to be enjoying the kiss, she broke away.

"Thank you," she said, but it seemed that was all she wanted.

Later, as she saw him to the doorway, he turned, took her in his arms and kissed her deeply again. She seemed to be responding again, but this time didn't push him away. He couldn't help himself, his hands naturally slipped down from her waist to caress her ass. Now she pushed him away and dealt him a stinging blow to the left side of his face.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"So am I," she replied and pushed him out through the door.

She hoped that he would call her and say sorry again, and of course she would forgive him. That was the Christian thing to do. She would tell him that she understood his typical male urges and that she would be only too happy to help him control them.

But he didn't call her and she realised that she had lost him. It took a few weeks for this realisation to dawn upon her, but eventually it did. It was a Friday and all she had to look forward to was church on Sunday.

*****

Chapter 1

Cathryn got home, cooked herself a meal and then sat down to read. She had a television, but she didn't watch it very often – there were far too many unsuitable programmes for her taste. Even the comedians she used to like seemed now to rely upon foul language and smutty innuendo.

The book she was reading was boring, but she wasn't tired so she didn't nod off to sleep as sometimes happened. She just sat, staring at the pages as if they were blank.

Suddenly, she had a strange feeling that she was being watched. She looked across the room at the door, which was open, but there was nobody there. The window was on a second floor, so there couldn't be anybody there. And then she realised that she had missed something. There on the armchair in the corner of the room sat a cat. A black cat.

This was not an ordinary cat mind, but a cartoon of a cat. She immediately thought that someone had played a practical joke on her by leaving a cardboard cutout on the chair. But when the cat yawned, she felt as though she must be going mad.

"Oh! Oh, what's happening?" she said tremulously.

"What's happening is that we're sitting staring at each other," the cat said in a deep, authoritative but definitely female voice.

"I'm going mad".

"You already are in most people's book," said the feline.

Cathryn asked, "What...what are you doing here?"

"Well, let's just say that I represent your... dark side."

"My... what?"

"Your dark side."

"You mean as in good and evil?"

"No, I don't mean that. I mean dark as in light and dark. Like an Irish coffee. Two complimentary parts of the same thing."

"You're not bad then?"

"Oh, but when I'm bad... I'm very, very good!" the Cat meowed.

"You still haven't told me what you are doing here."

"I'm here to help you live your life. You've been wasting it."

"I have not!" she said indignantly. "I've been leading a good, wholesome life. I've always supported charities and given my time up to help them. I go to church regularly. I pray for others all of the time."

"And what do people think of you?"

"I... I don't know. They think that I'm a good person. But does it matter?"

"Answer me this; if you stopped going to church, would anybody notice?"

"Of course! I mean, they must, mustn't they?"

But then she considered the question. Would they really notice that she was missing? She had flu last year and missed two Sundays in a row. Nobody said a word. Nobody had noticed!

"So what are you going to do about it?" she questioned.

"You mean, what are you going to do about it?

"You are going to start behaving like a normal human being. Doing things that aren't necessarily right, but feel good."

"But not bad things. I couldn't do bad things. Surely my 'light' side would help me fight that?"

"Your 'light' side has had its fucking ass kicked out of here. It won't be back for a long time yet."

"Do you have to use such obscene language? It's not necessary you know."

"Ah, but normal people do swear sometimes. You're going to learn how to do it and we're going to start now."

Cathryn just stared at the Cat. She was absolutely certain that she was not going to use bad language and nothing that the cartoon said was going to change that. Nevertheless, she felt very insecure. Once again she questioned her sanity. But before she could ponder on this for too long, the Cat spoke again.

"That thing that you refuse to do until you are married, what's it called?"

Cathryn paused, and then defiantly said, "Making love!"

"The other word."

"No. I'm not going to say it. I refuse!"

"Say it."

"No!"

The Cat seemed to smile. It opened its mouth and then began an ear-piercing wail. Cathryn slapped her hands over her ears, but it didn't help. The sound was so awful that it actually hurt.

"Stop. Please stop."

But the sound continued.

"It hurts. You're hurting me. Please stop. All right, ALL RIGHT! I'LL SAY IT!" she yelled.

The noise stopped instantly.

"Go on then," said the cat.

Cathryn took a deep breath and then quietly hissed through clenched teeth, "Fucking."

"Louder."

"No."

The wailing began again.

"FUCKING!" she screamed.

"That's better."

The cat seemed to be grinning at her.

"Now that we've got past the first step things should be a lot easier. Tell me what you have between your legs."

She looked down, not comprehending at first, then she said, "Oh! That. I see. You mean my... my... vagina?"

She struggled to get the word out. After all, it was not something that was used in polite society.

The cat laughed, sort of. "The other word. The really bad one."

"Oh no. No. NO! NO! I couldn't possibly say that!"

The cat opened its mouth.

"Ok, I'll say it. Pussy. There, are you satisfied now?"

"You can do better than that."

Suddenly she could hear the blood rushing in her ears. She felt dizzy. The cat wanted her to say that word! Tears began to form in her eyes. Again she took a deep breath, but this time spoke firmly.

"Cunt," she said.

"See? I told you that you could do it. Now I want you to put a sentence together including those two words, to tell me what you really need."

She was confused, but only for a few seconds until she realised what the cat was telling her to say. She capitulated completely. After all, there was nobody else to hear what she was saying, so it didn't really count.

"My cunt needs a damned good fucking," she sobbed.

"Very good!" said the cat. "Maybe, before long, you'll get your wish."

Cathryn blinked away the tears, but when she looked again the cat was gone.

She went to bed and tried to sleep, but found it almost impossible. The idea of what she had done that evening was, almost, exciting.

*****

Chapter 2

Waking up at about 8am, she wondered if she had been dreaming the whole thing. She thought that it must have been something that she had eaten. That would be the answer. She finished her breakfast and then went back upstairs to the bedroom. She took a bath towel from the cupboard, removed her pyjamas and then wrapped the towel around herself before walking into the bathroom.

She enjoyed the shower. More than she did usually. She had to stop herself spending too long washing the same parts.

Having dried herself off, she walked back into the bedroom. The cartoon cat was back and lazily flicking its tail while watching her carefully.

"What do you want now?" she asked aggressively.

"As I told you, I'm going to help you learn to live like a normal person."

"What do you want me to say this time?"

"Its time for action, not words. You can't change yourself by sitting at home. You are going to get out and start living."

"I'll have to get dressed first!"

"Of course," said the cat. "But we need to choose an appropriate outfit"

"Such as?"

"Let's look at your wardrobe and decide, shall we?"

The cat jumped off of the bed and walked across to the already open wardrobe. 

"Hey that looks good." She purred, staring at one end of the rack.

Cathryn wasn't sure what the cat was looking at, so she pointed to a pair of trousers.

The cat said, "No, stupid. The black skirt at the very end."

She moved her hand across to the garment and took it out of the wardrobe.

"You can't be serious. This is a gym skirt!" She held up the short, pleated skirt.

"It'll go well with those sparkly high heels in the box down there. Put them on." 

The cat was talking about some sandals that she had bought two years ago on impulse, but had never had the courage to wear.

"But I can hardly stand up in them!"

"So, a bit of practise will come in handy then, won't it?" the cat continued, "That black halter-neck top. That will complete the outfit. Now go and stand in front of that mirror and take off that towel. Let's see what kind of body you're hiding under there."

Cathryn remembered the painful wailing of the night before and without argument crossed to the full-length mirror. She untucked the towel and simply let it fall to the floor. She stood looking at herself, aware that she had never really done so before.

"Not bad, not bad at all. In fact you have a very good-looking body. And those high heels make your legs look fantastic.

"Now put the skirt on."

Although she had bought the skirt some time ago, she had managed to maintain her figure and the skirt went on easily. It looked strange to see herself standing in front of the mirror. Even she had to admit that her legs looked good. She even began to appraise her breasts, which remained firm.

"Now put the top on," said the cat.

"But I've only got a white halter-neck bra. It won't look right."

"Well, don't bother with the bra then!"

She thought about it for a moment. The idea of not wearing a bra quite excited her, but she wasn't going to give in quite that easily. "I can't go without a bra, it won't look right."

"Put it on and see."

So she put the top on and fastened it at the back of her neck. As she dropped her arms to her sides, she almost gasped in surprise. She looked so different! The cat was right about the top; with her firm 34C breasts it really did look good. The whole effect was stunning.

"See. Told you so. You like the way you look don't you? Now pinch those nipples. Make them hard and see the difference it makes."

Cathryn blushed. Once again she felt giddy. But she obeyed, moved her fingertips onto her breasts and gently squeezing her nipples.

"Harder. Pull on them and make them really stand out."

She was shocked. Both at the tone that the cat was taking with her and with the pleasure that she seemed to be gaining from her actions. When she dropped her arms to her side again she could see the hard lumps protruding through the material. She turned side on to the mirror and couldn't believe how far they had thrust out. She began to blush again at the thought that people might see her like that if she went out.

"Now you're ready to take on the world, girl. Let's go shopping," said the cat.

"Wait a minute. I need to put some panties on."

"That outfit deserves the skimpiest of thongs."

"But I haven't got any," she answered.

"You'll just have to go without then."

Cathryn had been nervous of the idea that somebody might see her panties under the very brief skirt she was wearing. But to wear no panties at all? No. She couldn't possibly do that. She walked over to the chest of drawers, opened it and took out a pair of white pants. The cat opened its mouth and she dropped them in order to cover her ears.

She had no choice. The cat was going to make her go out without any underwear on.

She picked up her handbag and began walking towards the front door. "Aren't you coming?" she asked the cat.

"No. Let's see how you get on by yourself for a while".





Black Cat



"I'll have to do something about that," she thought.

She made a detour on the way out of the shop, to obtain some hair removal cream, determined to deal with the excess pubic hair when she got home.

She left the store still feeling a little unstable and headed home. Her brain felt fuzzy and she couldn't concentrate. She even took a seat on the train. It was only as she was about to get off that she noticed the elderly Gentleman sitting opposite.

As she moved forward to stand up, her skirt slipped up her legs. The man's eyes focussed on her legs. As she stood his eyes bulged and he began coughing. She smiled and winked at him and then left the train.

"Did I really just do that? What is the matter with me? I've just flashed my knickers to a complete stranger – and he would've just seen quite a lot of pubic hair!

"I really must deal with that as soon as I get in."





Black Cat



"What... what would you like to try?" Margaret said, equally breathlessly.

Cathryn's throat had gone dry. She no longer knew what to say or do. She was horrified at he position she found herself in, yet incredibly aroused. The cat told her what to say and she merely repeated it to Margaret, without really comprehending what she was saying.

"I would like to try anything that you would like me to try."

Margaret stood, open-mouthed for a few seconds, and then slowly sank to her knees in front of Cathryn. She took her eyes from Cathryn's and looked straight at her pubic triangle. Cathryn watched as though her body wasn't her own – until she felt Margaret's breath, followed by her hands sliding round to caress and hold her buttocks. Margaret then swiftly flicked her tongue across Cathryn's clitoris.

She couldn't prevent herself from emitting a loud moan, at which Margaret began press harder with her tongue, sliding along the length of her pussy lips. Her tongue slid back to the engorged clitoris, which she then began sucking and nibbling. The tongue slid back over the vagina lips and then with increased pressure began to enter.

Margaret must have sense that she was still a virgin and didn't push her tongue in too hard. It was enough though and Cathryn had to hang onto hooks at either side of the cubicle in order to prevent her knees buckling as she came. And she did come, violently, and without the ability to cover her mouth she was unable to prevent the sounds of ecstasy from being yelled out, "Yes. Yes. Oh yes. I'm coming. Ohhhh....."

When Cathryn opened her eyes again, Margaret was still kneeling in front of her, smiling. Lipstick was smeared around her mouth, mixed with Cathryn's juices. She looked like a grateful puppy, looking up at her mistress. Cathryn wasn't sure what to do next. She was still turned-on (she understood what that phrase meant now), but she wasn't sure how to act.

"Well, she licked your cunt until you came. Now you have to do the same for her," said the cat, helpfully. "Undress her. Everything. Every stitch. Get the bitch completely naked and then give her the best orgasm of her miserable life!"

Cathryn pulled Margaret up off of the cubicle floor, pushed her against the wall and the kissed her, as she had kissed Tom the night before. Leaving Margaret gasping for breath, she then swiftly undid her blouse and bra and removed them. To her surprise, when she removed Margaret's skirt, she discovered that she was wearing stockings and suspenders.

"Oh very nice. Leave them on, but rip the knickers off."

Cathryn wasn't sure; they looked expensive.

"RIP THOSE FUCKING KNICKERS OFF NOW!" screamed the cat.

She grabbed both sides of the lacy panties and ripped first one side, then the other, before pulling the material up and out from between Margaret's legs.

Margaret came! The eroticism of going down on Cathryn, of being undressed by her and then having her matching panties dragged across her soaking pussy and clitoris was too much. Cathryn understood that she had orgasmed, but wondered if she should now stop.

"Do it. Go down on her. Give her head. Finger fuck her while you tongue her." 

Cathryn was beyond resistance. She knelt and looked at Margaret's hairless pussy. She had never seen anything like it. It was red, puffy, and slick with excretions and the vaginal hole was gaping at her. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating.

"Two fingers. Straight in. She'll enjoy that!"

Cathryn pushed her index and middle fingers in right up to the knuckle. Margaret gasped and slid sideways across the wall. She collapsed on the chair in the corner, legs apart, still with Cathryn's fingers inside her.

"She took that too easily! Push the other two fingers in, and start sucking on her clit".

Cathryn looked at the cunt in front of her. The two fingers did, indeed, seem to have gone in easily. As she finger fucked Margaret, she slipped her third finger in as well. Slipping the fourth finger in was a bit tight, but by now Margaret had her legs spread as wide as they could go and was making what sounded like animal noises.

Cathryn took a deep breath and opened her mouth, planting it firmly over Margaret's clitoral area. She had to fight with her fingers for room to do what she wanted, but she sucked and sucked and licked and licked. Margaret started to come again. She grabbed Cathryn's hair and pulled her closer. Cathryn had to remove her fingers as Margaret was now rubbing her face over the whole area. Cathryn was almost drowning by the time that Margaret let go of her head.

Completely exhausted, they both stood up and gazed at each other. Margaret stepped forward and began kissing Cathryn.

"I can taste me on you,." she smiled. "We'd better go through here and wash quickly. I haven't got much time left before I have to open the shop again."

Once Margaret had unlocked the door again, she continued to serve Cathryn for some time. Apart from the evening dress, she also bought two blouses, three skirts, two everyday dresses, a pair of trousers, four sets of underwear – including suspenders at Margaret's insistence and a selection of stockings in different shades.

 

*****

 

Chapter 7

Cathryn felt too ashamed and embarrassed to go to church the next morning. To make matters worse, her period started just after she got out of bed. This Sunday was not a good one.

Monday morning dawned and she got ready for work, dressed in her usually staid apparel. She dreaded the thought of going into work, because she would have to face Tom. However, shortly after arriving, she was told that Tom had been called - at short notice - to visit the company's HQ in Switzerland. Nobody was sure when he would be back.

The rest of the week seemed to go – for her - fairly normally, ending with a rush to get things finished by 5pm on Friday. She didn't, in fact it took a further ninety minutes before she could get away.

Arriving home Cathryn started the washing machine and then ran herself a deep bath. She lay in the soapy water for almost an hour before it became to cool to remain in the tub. She got out and towelled herself down. Taking the baby oil from the shelf she rubbed it into her arms and legs, then breasts, stomach and bottom. She tried not to dwell on these areas for too long, lest she start to become aroused again.

She finished the washing and ironing, cooked herself a simple meal and then went to bed early. She fell asleep quickly.

Cathryn awoke sweating. The bed covers had been thrown off and her nightdress was around her waist. Her hand was between her legs and she felt out of breath. It was only when she tried to move her hand that she became aware that her finger wash pushed fully into her vagina and that her hand was moist.

She had been masturbating in her sleep. She had wanked herself. Had she orgasmed? Yes she must have. But what had she been dreaming about that made her lose control in such a way?

She slept only fitfully for the rest of the night and eventually got up at about 6am. She breakfasted and then switched on the TV to try and occupy her mind.

 

*****

 

Chapter 8

The doorbell rang. She crossed to the doorway and pressed the intercom button. "Who is it?" she asked.

"It's me, Tom. Can I come in? I want to explain and apologise."

She was confused. Why would he want to apologise? She said ,"Oh, OK." And then pushed the button to release the entrance door. She was still puzzling why he had come and how he had got hold of her address, when he arrived at her doorway.

He saw her standing in her bathrobe and said, "Oh, I'm sorry. You aren't up yet. Shall I come back later?"

"No, no you're here now. Come on in." Fortunately, she had put some make-up on earlier, but was now acutely aware of the fact that she was naked beneath her bathrobe. "Can I get you a coffee?"

"I'd love one. I need some caffeine to keep me awake. I've had a mad week!"

She told him to sit on the sofa and went into the kitchen to put the kettle on. She thought that she should go and get dressed while it boiled, but the cat told her not to bother, as Tom had already seen her in her robe. What was the point of shutting the door after the horse has bolted? She was still trying to understand the cat's meaning as she walked back into the lounge with the coffees. She cleared her throat before asking, "So, how did you get my address?"

"Ah. Yeah, Sorry about that." He gave a rueful smile and continued, "I arrived back at the office late last night and as I walked past your desk I noticed that you had left your telephone bill propped by your phone. I assumed that you wanted to make sure that you paid it on Monday, but, of course, it had your address on. I simply couldn't wait until Monday to see you and, well, explain."

"Go on," said Cathryn.

"Well, on Friday, when we got to the restaurant, I switched my mobile off. I completely forgot about it until I got home that night." He continued, "When I switched it back on there was an urgent message from Zurich. They wanted me to fly out to HQ early on Saturday morning.

"I had to get up at 4am to get packed and get to the airport for the 7am flight. I was met at the other end and whisked to HQ in a chauffer-driven limo. When I got there I was taken straight up to the boardroom."

He opened his eyes wide in emphasis, "You wouldn't believe how many people were in there! And all of them faces that you would recognise from the Annual Report! Anyway, it turns out that they were absolutely delighted with the deal we just clinched. The big man himself told me that they had been keeping tabs on how the negotiations had been going and had been impressed with my performance."

Grinning, he said, "They told me that they had been keeping an eye on me for some time and that this deal had proven their suspicions correct – that I was a high-flyer (not his words exactly, but its what he meant). They told me that I was being promoted to Associate Director with immediate effect!"

"Wow," said Cathryn.

"And although they wanted me to stay on top of the new account for the next six months, they would like me to consider taking on the management of a completely new arm of the company – with the possibility that I might eventually become a full Director!"

He looked proud of himself, "You wouldn't think it could get any better than that would you? But it did! One of the board (who didn't speak very good English) was struggling to ask a question and turned to one of the others to ask for the translation of a German word. Without thinking, I answered his question – in German.

"There was a sudden shuffling of papers as they all seemed to be searching through folders that they had in front of them. He said (in German) 'I didn't realise that you could speak German, Tom!' I told him that I had completed a Beginners and then an Intermediate language course and that I was currently doing an Advanced course.

"After that, everything was a whirl. They took me round the whole of the Company in Switzerland, introducing me to all of the big cheeses and holding me up as the model employee. After that it became a 'social' whirl and I was being invited to all of the Director's houses for lunch or dinner.

"By the time I had a chance to think and time to make any phone calls, I figured that you would probably be upset with me for not contacting you sooner. I figured it would be better to see you personally to explain."

"Oh, wow! That's marvellous. You must be so thrilled, but you deserve it. You spent a lot of time and effort bringing that deal in. I'm not surprised that they are giving you such a big pat on the back. And as for speaking German – I had no idea that you had been doing courses!"

"Yeah, for about a year now. I didn't want to tell anybody in the office in case they thought that I was sucking up."

"But weren't you really nervous, sitting in the boardroom with all those people?"

"A bit. But only a bit. You see; I have never in my life had an experience such as last Friday with you. I was on such a high afterwards that it made me feel like a King. When I shook hands with those people I felt as though I was an equal. It was amazing!

"Anyway, I wanted to thank you (as well as apologise and explain) and that's why I bought you this."

Cathryn hadn't even noticed the box sitting behind him on the sofa. He handed it to her and said, "This is to say 'thank you' for such a wonderful evening and for giving me the confidence to rub shoulders with the great and mighty.

"Go on then, open it. I hope you like it."

Cathryn pulled the lid off of the box and then pushed the tissue paper aside, before picking up the garment inside and holding it up to look at. It was a beautiful silk dressing gown in burgundy, decorated with delicate hand sewn flowers.

"Oh Tom! It's beautiful! But it must have cost a fortune, you shouldn't have!"

"A modest raise, coupled with share options means that I can afford it. And besides, I really think you deserve something as pretty as this."

"Oh, but it really is beautiful. I've never owned anything like it in my life. How can I ever thank you?"

"Tell you what Cat, why don't you go and try it on for me. See how it looks. That will be reward enough," he said, with a boyish grin.

As she walked away, Cathryn thought about his use of the name 'Cat'. She had never, ever been called that before, but she thought she liked it. She wasn't sure what Tom had in mind by asking her to try the gown on. She assumed that he meant that he would like to see it. But did he have something else on his mind? "Only one way to find out," she thought naughtily.

She closed the bedroom door behind her and threw her bathrobe onto the bed. She held the silk dressing gown up to get a better look at it. With the window behind, it wasn't exactly transparent, but it was so fine that she began to wonder if it might be a bit too revealing. She put it on and tied the contrasting belt around her waist. She moved in front of the mirror. It looked beautiful in her hands, but on her body the effect was stunning and as she moved the silk brushed across her skin sensuously.

The neckline was wide and, as a consequence, revealed quite a lot of cleavage. She opened the bedroom door again and walked out in front of Tom. Cathryn didn't realise that the gown was making her walk seductively, but Tom had certainly noticed. She could see that the bulge was back at the front of his trousers again, although he was trying to hide it with his arm across his lap.

"Well, what do you think? Does it suit me?" she asked, then pirouetted on the spot.

The effect on Tom was dramatic. His mouth opened, yet he appeared to have lost the ability to speak – or move. His face began to look strained as his arms fell loosely by his sides, revealing a massive bulge in the front of his trousers that were stretching and threatening to burst.

"Oh my goodness!" she said. "Did I cause that? I'm ever so sorry."

"Ask him if he would like you to release that monster," said the cat.

"That must be hurting you so much. Would it help if I released the tension? Would you like me to unzip you?"

"Yes please," he groaned.

So, she knelt down in front of him and pulled down his flies. It seemed only natural to release his belt and the button at the top of his trousers. After all, these would still be restricting him. She moved his shirt up out of the way and stared as the seemingly enormous object in front of her throbbed beneath the material of his pants. He wasn't wearing boxer shorts as she had expected, but they weren't Y-fronts or slips either. 

The cat told her what to say next.

"Would you like me to get it out?" she asked.

"Oh, yes please."

She wasn't quite sure how to achieve this, as the material was really pulled tight, but she managed to slip her fingertips under the side and gently ease the head of his penis out into the open. Most of his rock hard cock followed and the pants became looser allowing her to ease them carefully over his testicles. It was at that point that she realised that he was wearing a thong! She had never even imagined that men wore them. Let alone somebody that she knew!

"What would you like me to do now?" she absent-mindedly asked the cat, but Tom answered instead.

"Anything you like. Its yours to do with as you wish," he whispered.

She took hold of it and marvelled at the veins upon it, at its smoothness and hardness. She looked at the head which was so, so shiny and she touched it with her fingertip. He gasped out loud and his cock jerked.

"You liked that didn't you?" she said smiling – and did it again, and again. The reaction was the same each time.

But the cat was growing impatient. "Stop teasing the poor bastard and start rubbing him!"

So she did, looking interestedly at the way the skin moved beneath her hand and fingers.

"Ask him if he wants a blowjob!" Cathryn wasn't entirely sure what this meant, but she had a rough idea.

"You'd like me to give you a blowjob, wouldn't you?"

Tom didn't answer straight away, but after a few seconds gasped, "Yessss."

Cathryn hadn't a clue how to proceed.

"Kiss the tip," said the cat. She did so.

"Now take your tongue and lick all the way up his shaft from the base to the tip".

As she licked, Tom's back arched in ecstasy. She reached the head and found that as she did so, she got some stickiness on her tongue, which seemed to have oozed from the hole at the top. It was warm and salty, but not entirely unpleasant.

She wondered what would happen if she poked her tongue into the 'eye' of Tom's penis, so she did. Her actions had an immediate impact on Tom.

"Oh, you wicked, wicked girl. What are you doing to me? Suck me now! Please! I need to come!"

Cathryn was surprised at his outburst, but decided to use her initiative and, opening her mouth, placed it on the head of Tom's cock. Tom roughly grabbed the back of her head and shoved her mouth further down onto his shaft. The head hit the back of her throat and she started to gag, but just at that moment Tom's penis exploded.

He let go of her head a little, so that she was no longer in danger of choking, but continued rubbing his cock as he spurted his come into her mouth. So much fluid was washing over her tongue that, having been relieved of suffocation; she was now in danger of drowning. She had no choice but to swallow, and swallow, until Tom finally withdrew his dripping lump of meat from between her lips. A last tiny spurt dribbled down her chin and she caught it on her fingers. Without thinking, she licked it off.  

Tom was staring in amazement.

"Where on earth did you learn to do that? I mean; you're still a virgin aren't you? But you're doing things that a bloke would only expect from somebody with a lot of experience."

Cathryn just shrugged. She didn't know what to say. What could she say?

"Well," said cat. "Its your turn now. And I suggest that you be as forceful as he was just then".

Tom was sitting exhausted; his cock slumped, leaking, on top of his black thong. His eyes didn't seem to be focussed very well and he had slumped down until he was almost in a prone position. Cathryn stood, pushed the robe to either side of her legs and swiftly sat astride his head. She took it gently between her hands before ramming his mouth hard against her pussy.

"Eat me!" she demanded. "Lick me out. Make me come as well!"

Tom did his best. It was difficult though, as Cathryn in her passion kept smothering him. When she finally came, she almost held his head for too long and he nearly passed out. Releasing him to let his head fall back upon the cushion, she saw that his whole face was smothered with her excretions.

The cat laughed with glee, "Now kiss him. Taste your own juices on him."




Black Cat



The passion with which she began kissing was frightening. Her scent and taste upon him was turning her on all over again.

Tom managed to stop her (against her protests) and explained that he still had to prepare a lot of work for Monday and that he needed to go. She asked him if he wanted a shower first (hoping to keep him for longer) but he declined and left.

She sat down having closed the front door, still feeling incredibly horny (she understood that word now) and realised that the only way she was going to get satisfaction was if she used her own fingers. She opened the gown and, looking down and admiring her own body, she began to masturbate, slowly and methodically, climaxing twice more until, finally, she felt sated.

 

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Chapter 9

Sunday morning dawned and Cathryn decide that she would go to church today. She would pray for forgiveness and the strength to resist temptation. At least, that's what she thought that she should do. She knew that she had done wrong, but somehow it felt right, that maybe she was supposed to be able to enjoy such things. She had always considered that it would be a sin to lose her virginity before marriage. But she hadn't, yet.

She breakfasted, showered and then began to dress. At which point, she had an urge to be just the teensiest bit naughty and decided to wear her new underwear, including the stockings and suspenders under one of her new dresses. Cathryn wasn't sure how the suspenders worked and tried to put them on first. It took a couple of attempts, but finally she got them on so that they looked and felt right.

Then she caught sight of herself in the mirror. It was a shock to see the suspenders and black stockings, with their dark border at the top framing her neatly trimmed and shaped pubic hair. It was so, sexy! She couldn't help but place her fingers between her legs and gently rub. "Just a little bit," she thought. "Not too much".

Very quickly she became moist. She stopped, looked at the dampness on her fingertips, smelt them and then savoured the taste with her tongue. "I must stop this now!" she determined.

She put the rest of her underwear on – it felt gorgeous!

The dress was the finishing touch. The material seemed to caress the nylon on her legs. And the way it hung over bottom enhanced her figure. She was a bit worried at the way it seemed to define her cheeks separately, but she thought that it was unlikely that anybody else would notice. "After all, they're hardly going to be staring at my bum, are they?"

She enjoyed the service, although the hard pews were just a little uncomfortable with only a thin layer of material between her naked skin and the wood. As she left the church she could see virtually all of the men giving appreciative glances in her direction. A few of the single men were almost leering. Cathryn tried hard not to smile when she noticed another woman giving a similar look! She walked home, feeling as though she was walking on air.

At home, she prepared a simple lunch, planning to cook properly in the evening. Having eaten, she had nothing planned and was wondering what to do with herself when the phone rang. She answered with a cheerful, "Hello."

"Hello, yourself gorgeous," replied Tom. "How are you today?"

"Hi Tom. I'm fine. How about you?"

"I'm OK, sort of."

"What do you mean? Sort of?"

"Well, you kind of frightened me last night. I've never been so turned on. And I've certainly never been dominated like that before. Now I can't stop thinking about you. Thinking about your beautiful, sexy body. Thinking about what I'd like to do with you."

"Really?" Cathryn suddenly felt very excited. "What sort of things?"

"I'm not really sure I've got the nerve to tell you. Right now I'm trying to imagine you sitting there. Imagine what you look like."

"Put the phone on speaker," said cat. "Let's hear what he's got to say." She did so and then sat back on the sofa.

"I can picture your face, but I can't imagine what you are wearing."

"I'm wearing a pretty (but modest) floral dress".

"What else?" he pressed.

"What else?" She thought about the question, "Do you mean what am I wearing underneath? You naughty boy!"

She paused and then began teasing him. "Well, I'm wearing a matching bra and thong in soft luxurious lace. And, I'm also wearing a matching suspender belt with sheer black stockings."

"Ohhh," groaned Tom. "Lift your skirt up and describe to me what you see."

"Go ahead," said the cat. "But really tease him, really get him turned on"

Cathryn raised her skirt to her waist, uncrossed her legs and then told him, "The sheer stockings define my legs beautifully. They lead the eyes up, up, up to the dark band at the top. Above them is the creamy white of my thighs. They look silky smooth." 

She put her hands on her legs, "They feel so sensual. The suspenders run up underneath my thong, so that it's easier to pull my knickers down, to take them right off, in fact. But they don't hide very much anyway. They're very fine lace and my pubic hair is showing through the thin material. When I spread my legs like this, " and she spread them very wide. "My knickers pull up between my pussy lips in a delightful way. In fact I think it's getting me turned on. Are you getting turned on?"

"Oh, very," he replied. "I've got a tent pole in my trousers now.

"Slip your fingers into your knickers for me. Are you feeling very wet?"

Cathryn didn't need to slip a finger in there; she could already feel that her sexual arousal was making her pants wet. But she slipped her fingers in anyway, because her clitoris was in urgent need of attention.

"Oh I'm so wet. I'm so turned on. I wish you were here with me now."

"Do you Cathryn? And if I was there, right now, what would you like me to do to you?"

Cathryn could hardly think straight by now.

"If you were here, right now... I'd want you to... I'd want you to...fuck me."

"What?" said Tom.

"I want you to fuck me. Fuck me. FUCK ME!"

"Well you'd better open your front door then!"

It took Cathryn a few seconds to realise what he had said. She took her hand out of her pants and staggered to the door. She wrenched it open and Tom stepped in, dropped his mobile phone, took hold of her in his arms and kissed her. He picked her up bodily and kicked the door shut with his heel. He carried her straight through to the bedroom and laid her on the bed.

He lay down beside her and pushed her skirt up out of the way. He then slid his hand up the inside of her leg. She spread them as wide as she could and arched her back with the pleasure of feeling his hand on her bare skin. He pushed the gusset of her knickers to one side and stroked her clitoris with his thumb. As he did this he pushed his middle finger into her vagina. She gasped in shock, not pain.

He began working his finger in and out, in and out. Cathryn felt that she was close to orgasm. Tom must have sensed this, for he removed his finger and then rapidly undid his trousers and freed his rigid cock. He moved over and lay above her supporting his weight with one hand. The other guided the head of his dick towards her gaping pussy.

He pushed gently. She felt a stretching, then suddenly a swift and sharp pain, but at that moment his shaft simply slid straight in. She could almost feel her vagina sucking his cock in. She came, calling out his name and there was no pain anymore.  

As her climax subsided, Tom began his rhythmic stroking. She could feel his testicles touching just above her anus. His thrusts became more and more powerful, almost driving her up towards the headboard. She could sense that he was getting close, but she didn't see him come as she was overtaken by a second and even more powerful orgasm herself.

 

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Chapter 10

Tom rolled off of Cathryn and then took her face in his hands to kiss her properly. She responded; each was exploring each other's mouths with their tongues. The regret of finally losing her virginity was far outweighed by what she had experienced. She was more regretful that she had missed out on such pleasure for so long.

They dozed, exhausted for a while. Then, Tom suggested that she should bathe, as she had been bleeding. Her new pants were stained red, but the flow appeared to have stemmed now.

They both made their way to the bathroom. The shower wasn't particularly large, but it was still big enough to take both of them. Tom started the shower and adjusted it to the right temperature, then undressed Cathryn and led her in. He quickly finished undressing himself and stepped into the shower with her. She stood with her back to him as he soaped her neck, shoulders and arms. He moved down to her buttocks, kneading the soft flesh before sliding his hand between her cheeks.

She hadn't understood how sensitive that area of her body was. She pushed her ass out to meet his touch as his fingers slid over her anus. She was enjoying it, but she didn't understand why, or what she wanted. He continued to wash the rest of her legs and then turned her around. He then worked his way up the front of her legs, but stopped short of her vagina.

He stood up and began again with her neck and shoulders. She closed her eyes while he caressed and rubbed her breasts and nipples. He moved on down over stomach, finally reaching the area between her legs. He gently bathed the tender area. Although sore, she enjoyed his caress there.

Cathryn was so touched by his gentleness, that when he had finished, she took the soap and began washing him. She copied what he had done when he reached her bum; only she spent even more time slipping her fingers across his anus. When she turned him round she realised how much he had enjoyed her attentions. The soldier was standing at attention again.

She quickly washed up his legs and then down his chest, so that she could get to his penis as quickly as possible. She used lots of soap and washed and stroked. Once the soap had been washed away, she felt the need to prove herself once more. She knelt down and delicately licked his balls. Rather than move up his cock, she was fascinated by the feel of his perineum on her tongue and began moving in the opposite direction.

She could only go so far, but he seemed to appreciate it. Moving back to his testicles, she took each one in her mouth in turn. She licked up the shaft, arriving at the head. She explored the helmet with her lips, before gently parting them and moving down onto his cock.

She moved her head up and down, gently sucking as she went, allowing the shaft to go deeper and deeper into her mouth. She wanted to get as much as possible in and was surprised when the head began nudging against the back of her throat. She didn't gag – possibly because she had fed it in gradually rather than having it forced in. She withdrew a little and then gently pushed down again. 

She relaxed her throat muscles as much as possible and found to his delight that she was able to get the entire shaft into her throat. She began simulating a vagina with her mouth and throat and picked up speed. As she did so, she began cradling his balls with one hand. The other she decide to use to tease his anus, as he had seemed to appreciate it so much before.

She was breathing heavily now, but he had stopped breathing and just managed to choke out the words, "I'm going to shoot".

She pulled the cock part of the way out her mouth, leaving just the head in as his semen began to flood into her mouth.

"Oh. I wish my girlfr... Oh shit!"

Cathryn spat the spunk on the floor.

"What?" she screamed. "You bastard! You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend! Get out! Go on! Get the fuck out of my house. NOW!"

Tom grabbed his clothes and rushed out of the bathroom, only just managing to get his trousers on before she chased him out of the front door. 





Black Cat



The couple were side-on to Cathryn, so she was able to see him move his hands from her waist down on to her bottom. He began to knead the cheeks, pulling her into him. She broke off from kissing him and giggled again, before pulling him down onto the grass that they were standing on. They continued kissing, lying on their sides facing each other.

Cathryn saw his hand move from her backside and slip in between them. The movements he made indicated that he was attempting to undo her trousers. The signal that he had succeeded was when the woman gasped aloud. Obviously his wandering fingers had found their target.

Cathryn watched, spellbound and didn't even realise that her own hand had slid down the front of her loose-belted trousers, or that she was now playing with herself. The couple moved a bit and the man removed his hand from her trousers. He then started to undo his own. His cock sprang out and the woman took it in her hands and began gently rubbing it while the man put his hand in his trousers pocket.

She wasn't sure what he took out of his pocket, but as the light glinted off what looked like silver foil, the woman murmured something and he put it back in his pocket. She then dropped her head to his lap and took the end of his dick in her mouth. Although Cathryn had felated a man, she had never seen somebody else do it and it excited her! She was now masturbating furiously with one hand, while the other had somehow found its way under her t-shirt and was tugging and pulling at her nipples.

She came just before the woman managed to bring the man to a groaning orgasm. Cathryn dazedly noticed that as he came, the woman took her mouth away from the end of his penis and continued rubbing while the jets of semen spurted onto his stomach. Again, she had never actually seen this happen and she was surprised at the force with which it left the end of his cock.

The couple got dressed and walked back out onto the path. Very quickly their voices had gone. Cathryn rolled onto her back. Most of both breasts were on show. She too got dressed. Feeling the crotch of her trousers, she was glad that she had chosen a dark pair to wear as they were now soaking wet. Cathryn continued her walk and arrived home just before it started to get dark.

 

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Chapter 13

A week later, Cathryn attended the Spring Fashion launch ay Kenton's. Cathryn didn't wear tights anymore (the cat had told her not to), so she tried a suspender belt under the dress. It didn't work. The dress was too close fitting and fine. She resigned herself to wearing it without underwear (as she was sure Margaret would expect). The weather had turned a bit colder again, so she wore a smart overcoat that she had bought recently.

Walking into the shop, she was pleased to note that the heating was turned up high. She was greeted warmly and took off her coat for Margaret to hang up. 

Margaret looked her up and down and said, "Fabulous." Then whispered, "And they look good enough to eat!"

She was referring to Cathryn's nipples which, having been out in the cold, had hardened like bullets.

"I simply must introduce you to my husband."

"Your husband? But I thought... well... that... erm... you were gay?" stammered Cathryn.

"Darling, I'm like a saloon door. I swing both ways." She winked, turned and called, "Simon, there's somebody I'd like you to meet."

She introduced Cathryn to Simon.

Margaret's husband was tall (well over six feet) and broad, but with little or no excess fat. In fact, Cathryn thought he was quite a hunk. She could tell that he had a similar sense of humour to Margaret when he said, "Come on in and join the party. I'm sure you'll soon warm up." Then looking pointedly at her breasts, continued, "Well, hopefully not too soon!"

He too followed his joking comment with a wink and a dazzling smile.

Cathryn drank wine and enjoyed mixing with the other invitees for about an hour before Margaret called for everybody's attention. She told them that the men were invited to go with Simon, who was going to entertain them upstairs. She had no idea what this meant at the time, but later found out that he had a pool table up there. This left the ladies alone to peruse the new stock.

Cathryn's self confidence was very high. She was the best-dressed woman there and Margaret whispered to her at one point that they were all jealous. After about another hour and quite a bit more wine, Margaret had drawn Cathryn to her side and was singing her praises.

"Now this is what I call a good advert. Cat looks fabulous doesn't she? She has a figure to die for." All of the women seemed to be looking at her.

One of them said, "You really do look fabulous. I'm so jealous. And my husband couldn't take his eyes off of you." She rolled her eyes and then asked, "I've got to know, that dress hangs so beautifully on you, what do you wear underneath?" 

Cathryn started to blush.

Before she could answer, Margaret said, "Darling, I told you that she has a gorgeous body. She isn't wearing anything under there."

With that, she turned to Cathryn and said, "Go on Darling show them. We're all friends here."

And without a pause she reached behind Cathryn and swiftly undid her zip. Before Cathryn could protest, Margaret had popped the straps off of her shoulders and the dress slipped straight to the floor.

Some of the women just stood with their mouths open. Some smiled in appreciation. One looked directly at Cathryn's' bush and licked her lips. Cathryn was feeling very hot now and quickly bent down to retrieve the dress. Margaret, helpfully, zipped her up again.

The woman who had spoken earlier (one of the smilers) said, "My husband is going to wish he had been here for that." She continued, "Mind you, when I tell him about it he'll probably give me a right seeing to! Not all bad then!"

Everybody roared with laughter. Cathryn smiled and began to relax a little.

"You shouldn't have done that!" she admonished Margaret when they were alone. "Just... doing that in front of all those women!"

"True, the men will all feel left out. Perhaps we should go upstairs and let them have a look as well."

Cathryn assumed she was joking, but when she looked back at her, she wasn't quite so sure.

"You really would wouldn't you?"

"If I had your body, I'd be up there fucking the lot of them."

Suddenly, Cathryn was feeling dizzy. She couldn't trust her legs to move and she was sure that she could feel wetness starting between her legs. But she was trapped, there was nowhere for her to go to obtain release. She spent the rest of the evening pretending to enjoy herself, while feeling the torture of sexual frustration. She was only too glad that the cat hadn't re-appeared; otherwise she may have ended up going upstairs after all.





Black Cat



She continued to explain, "Then you have to change as quickly as possible into the next set. I'll leave the door slightly ajar so that I can see when you're ready. Do you want to practise quickly?"

Cathryn said she would and began to walk around the room. She felt very self-conscious, but Margaret said she was doing it perfectly. She even managed to gracefully turn on the spot once she had finished.

"OK," said Margaret. "Let's go for it!"

She led Cathryn down the passageway, opened the door a fraction and stepped in.

All Cathryn could see from this angle was a blank wall. She heard Margaret's voice call for hush and then the show started, "Welcome, lingerie aficionados, to our inaugural lingerie evening. We are very lucky to have, and proud to present, our model for the evening; Cat."

Margaret opened the door and Cathryn walked through. To her dismay, she realised that Margaret had tricked her. She had been nervous of parading in front of a group of men and women, but as she looked around the room she saw that there were no women. The entire audience (six of them) was made up of men!

She nearly turned and ran, but realised that they were all seated, spaced out around the edge of the room with a pencil and pad in their hands. As Margaret continued to describe what she was wearing in a business-like manner, she saw one of the men make a note on his pad. She persuaded herself, therefore, that this show must, indeed, be legitimate and began to walk around the pool table.

She heard complimentary comments (about the underwear, not the model) as she left the room.

She sped back to the bedroom and changed into the next outfit. This one was virginal white and she wore it without stockings. The darkness of both her nipples and pubic hair showed through this set. As she left the room again, she could see that her nipples had hardened again.

Cathryn was getting into her stride now and seemed to be achieving good reactions from the men. Finally, she was down to the last two sets. She picked up number 11 and looked at it. It was very soft to the touch, but it was simply a very fine mesh and virtually transparent.

She couldn't understand the point of this particular piece of underwear. The men, on the other hand, whistled and applauded their approval to such an extent, that Margaret asked her to repeat her parade of it.

The trouble was, as she walked, the mesh was rubbing across her very hard nipples, causing those sensations that she always loved. Having been turned on by this, the rubbing of the mesh across her clit was making it difficult to walk in a straight line. She almost toppled over as she turned on the spot before leaving the room.

She raced back to the bedroom to change. She pulled the mesh teddy off and, still naked, walked across to the drinks and poured herself another large brandy. She drank half of it and then picked up the last item.

It was similar to the last one, being of fine mesh, but this time in white, with some additional lace at the breasts and crotch. She slipped it on and realised what the lace was hiding; the bra section had splits down over where her nipples were. Worse still, the gusset also had a split, from just below the navel, right round between her legs and back up over her ass!

Oh it felt comfortable, and the splits didn't seem to part as she walked, but still! She grabbed the glass with the drink in it and finished it quickly. She walked back to the room and the reception she got was even better than for the previous outfit. She paraded around and back again, three times and revelled in the apparent adulation, until Margaret asked her to show them the hidden surprise and reveal her nipples.

She faced the room and looking around at them all, used her thumbs and forefingers to push the peephole splits apart and reveal her nipples. The reaction was deafening. So much so that she nearly couldn't hear Margaret whisper in her ear, "Just pop up on the table darling."

So Cathryn turned round and sat on the pool table.

"Now, if you could just lie down and demonstrate quickly? Two fingers should do it."

Cathryn was no longer in a position to argue. She lay back on the green baize of the table, opened her legs and inserted two fingers through the gap in the knickers into her vagina.

She heard Margaret say, seemingly from far away, "Gentlemen, I believe the main entertainment of the evening has begun!"

Having said that, she knelt down in front of her and replaced Cathryn's fingers with her own and began lapping at her pussy.

Cathryn wondered if they were going to perform a kind of sex show for the men, but then realised that 'audience participation' was to be expected when she saw the men standing around her, naked, all of them with erections.

Simon said, "Let's just move her up a bit."

So many hands were on her that she felt as though she were floating up the table. They put her back down and she watched as Margaret knelt on the table and began to lick again. As she did so, some of the men were beginning to undress her. A pair of hands took hold her head gently and she looked up to see Simon (upside down). He tilted her head backwards and she found herself looking straight at his eight inch cock. He offered it to her mouth and she felt it slide in.

She suddenly felt panic as she remembered that she couldn't take it all of Simon's dick before, but as he fucked her mouth gently he moved deeper and deeper into her throat. She managed to relax herself and started breathing through her nose. Before long, she felt a gentle tapping on her nose. She opened her eyes to see Simon's balls swaying backwards and forwards, as his shaft reached all the way into her throat.

Meanwhile, Margaret had stopped licking her pussy and one of the men had taken over (she could tell from his moustache). Two others were paying attention to her breasts and nipples. Simon's strokes became more urgent now and she could tell that he was about to shoot his come in her mouth, but to her surprise, he didn't. Instead he withdrew and continued to rub his penis until the thick, milky streams of his ejaculation splattered across her face and neck.

Almost immediately, Simon's cock was replaced with another. This one was not so long, but slightly thicker. She managed to take this one all of the way in as well.

The licking of her pussy stopped after she had orgasmed for a second time and then she felt her vagina being stretched and penetrated for the first of many times that evening.

The men at both ends climaxed at about the same time. They too withdrew and spurted their fluid over her body. One of the men who had been sucking on her tit climbed onto the pool table beside her. Other hands guided her, but she seemed to understand without being told that she had to straddle him. His cock was the smallest that she had come across to date and it slipped in very easily indeed.

As she rocked up and down on him, another man knelt astride the first man and pulled her head down onto his cock. She couldn't take this entire one in this position, but she did the best she could. She felt a pair of hands pushing her bum cheeks wider apart. She felt hot breath and then was momentarily shocked by the feel of a tongue attempting to penetrate her anus!

The tongue was substituted with a finger, then two. Finally, she felt the head of a cock leaning against the entrance to her asshole. It didn't lean for long. Soon it too was buried deep within her. Now she could feel the two cocks battling inside of her.

She was full of cock. Come was being sprayed all over her as she worked hard to satisfy them all. She didn't know how much time had passed, but she now had only one man inside of her. When he told her he was coming, she lifted off of him and lay down on her back, while he sat astride her and pumped the contents of his dick onto her breasts.

Margaret helped her off of the pool table and held a cup of water to her lips. 

"Here, drink this. You must be parched with the amount of cock you've been swallowing!"

Cathryn drank the water gratefully and looked at Margaret. She too was covered in sticky white come.

Cathryn finished the water and Margaret said, "The party's almost over, time for the finale."

The men were standing in a circle, some were erect, some only semi-hard. Margaret took her hand and led her into the circle. They both knelt down. The men began rubbing their cocks and offering them to the women. Cathryn had one in each hand and a third was being held out in front of her.

She alternated between the three, taking them as far as possible into her mouth and then rubbing the others while she concentrated on the next. She had no idea where each of the cocks had been. The tastes and scents were all mixed up. As the three men finally orgasmed she opened her mouth and felt the fluid splash across her face and tongue. She swallowed as much as she could and licked up any that was around her mouth.

Finally, she was lifted to her feet and given a soft towel to rub herself down with. By the time she had finished, all of the men were dressed and took it in turns to kiss her goodnight – and to thank her for a 'really special' evening. She and Margaret were so exhausted that they made their way back to the bedroom, climbed into to bed together and went to sleep.





Black Cat Crosses



"Stop thief!" A security guard shouted as he rounded a corner just in time to watch a feminine shadow vanish around another corner. He could still hear the muffled footsteps of the burglar so he started running again. He must have been catching up with her. This time he actually saw her white boots and flowing white mane as he turned the corner. He wasn't the only man chasing the felonious feline through the compound. There were at least a dozen others but she'd crossed his path she'd crossed and then he was the on hot on her heels. A troubling notion for the overweight Harold Garvey. If he caught her he didn't really know what to do with her. He knew what he wanted to do to her, the same thing he wanted to do to all of those super types. He wanted to fuck her. "FREEZE!" He shouted again. He didn't expect her to obey but if he was lucky.

There was a tiny flaw in that part of his plan. She had stopped. It wasn't because of him of course. Rather it was because ran down a dead end hallway. She was staring up at an iron grate about as big around as a basketball. Hardly large enough to get her head through and the famous cleavage in her low cut fur lined cat suit wouldn't have a chance. It was a recent renovation after the last time they'd been robbed. "Hm. I remember this being bigger last time." She placed one hand on her shapely hip and turned around. "So handsome, would you mind showing a lady the way out?" She pursed her lips in a mock kiss.

Harold had never seen her up close before. He was a native New Yorker so he'd seen her, and Spiderman, the Ironman before along with many of the villains that plagued the city. It seemed there was always one of them rushing off to stop some wrong doing, or in her case participate in some wrong doing. 

Up close she was stunning. Five feet eight inches of impossible perfection poured into skin tight leather that clung to her flawless curves. Full red lips that begged to be kissed and hinted at other talents complimented blue eyes only partially hidden behind a half mask. "Stop."

"Or what?" She started slowly walking towards him. "You can't stop me." She sauntered towards him. Her hips were almost hypnotic. "If it'll make you feel better I can rough you up just a bit so it looks like you tried. I know you're just doing your job." Felicia continued walking towards the breathless guard. 

He looked like he was about to pass out. She wasn't sure if it was because he'd chased her probably a quarter mile through the labyrinthine facility or if it was because he was so close to her. She was used to having that effect on men, even heroes were often driven to distraction by her outfit. It was cut low enough in the front to reveal her smooth stomach down to her navel. Her breasts seemed ready to spill out if she even took a really deep breath but the leather usually stayed in place. Usually. "Stop or I'll shoot."

"You wouldn't shoot me would you hun?" She posed slightly raising her leg and at the same time running her fingers through her hair lifting it so would cascade down around her face partially obscuring one of her eyes. "You don't want to put a hole in me." She was on top of him at that point, so close that when she inhaled her breasts brushed against his chest. He could smell her perfume, the faintest scent of vanilla and honey wafted off her magnificent body. "You want to put something in my hole." Harold reached for his baton. Mercifully, or mistakenly Black Cat only put her finger on the end of the club pushing it back down into its holder and twisted herself around him like a dancer. For a brief moment her body was pressed against his. "Maybe next time."

Her back was completely turned to him and she was about to start running again when an electric crackle caught her attention. Unfortunately for the masked beauty her reflexes were slower than the speed of sound. She didn't fare any better against the speed of lightning, over one hundred thousand volts raced through her svelte frame and dropped her to the floor at Harold's feet. 

Black Cat was vaguely aware of what was happening around her. A normal human would have been out cold from a jolt like that but she was slightly more than human. Enough that she remembered blurred images of being pulled into a broom closet. She remembered struggling, almost escaping when he wrenched her arms behind her back and cuffed her. Three times. The first set of cuffs was around her wrists, the second was a pair with a longer chain wrapped around her arms just beneath the elbows and the final pair was a pair of thumb cuffs. He'd been equally thorough with her long legs shackling her ankles. She wasn't really sure she would have cried out if she could have but he'd even taken her voice away. What exactly would she say? Help I'm Black Cat. I came to rob your boss. Unfortunately a security guard caught me, tied me up and left me here? Please let me go? A shirt was thrust between her teeth and tied behind her head prevented her from even trying to find the answer to that riddle.

She remembered bits of conversation as well. Nothing she was saying or that was said to her but the conversation was about her. Apparently she had somehow escaped. At least that was what she thought she'd heard. The Black Cat had escaped, she'd gotten away from an Officer Garvey. He'd chased her to fire escape and she'd leapt off it and fired some kind of wire from her wrists swinging away just like Spiderman would have. It was a plausible story. It was even a likely story, much more likely than the truth. The truth was that the legendary cat burglar had been dropped by a rent-a-cop. How believable was that?

The guard hadn't taken any chances either. It seemed like every half hour or so he peaked his head back in and delivered a fresh hundred thousand volts that kept her mind in a fog too thick to really focus on escape if such a thing was plausible. She lost track of how long she was locked in the broom closet. She was starting to think she'd be found by the morning janitor when the door opened and Officer Garvey stood over her with a lecherous grin. 

"I figure there are two things I can do here honey." Officer Garvey sneered as he reached into the closet and took a fistful of her white hair and dragged her out of the closet. Her leather outfit squeaked noisily on the floor but he didn't seem to care about the sound. "I can take call the boss, get the boys down here. Tell them that I got the drop on you as you returned to try again. I've worked for the Big Man for sometime. Pretty thing like you, if you're lucky he'll just turn you out. Least he would if you weren't a super type. You he might just shoot. You know him. What do you think he'd do to you if I turned you over to the man who you tried to steel his Jade Cat? The other is that you can let me put something in your holes."

Black Cat looked up at the man in horror. The last thing she wanted was that greasy little pig grinding against her. The alternative though was probably much worse. She'd still be raped but instead of by one guy who really seemed more interested in getting his rocks off than in hurting her by guys who were told specifically to hurt her. She couldn't depend on the fact that he wouldn't just put a bullet in her forehead either. The Big Man wasn't a super villain. He wasn't going to tie her upside down over a vat of acid and walk away. He wasn't going to send pictures of her to Spiderman to lure the Web Slinger into a confrontation. If he wanted her dead she'd suffer lead poisoning in minutes. That was if she was lucky. There were people out there who would pay handsomely for her.

Garvey dragged her into a small break room, and pushed the tables out of the way. He crouched over her and pulled the gag down letting it rest on her breast. "So what's it going to be?"

Felicia looked up at him. If she could get him to free her arms she knew she could take him. She'd probably take him even with just her legs undone but it would be risky. The world still wasn't completely clear and she knew he still had the stun gun on him. "Use me." Black Cat spat.

"Good." Garvey pulled a pocket knife out of his pocket.

"Whoa! I thought you weren't going to hurt me!" Black Cat protested staring at the blade.

"I was going to cut the costume off. Can't shove my dick through leather." He answered.

"Uncuff my legs. Just pull it off me. Please. Look if you're scared I'll escape cuff my leg to something first, or stun me again. It hurts like hell but I don't want you to cut me." She trembled slightly scooting away from the blade. "It's actually a two piece You can take my pants and panties off and leave my top, or cut my top just don't cut me."

Garvey considered his options for a second then unzipped and buttoned her panes pulling them down to her thighs. "Oh my god." He was slightly shocked to find that all her hair was snow white. He'd always assumed it was a wig or a dye job but if it was a dye job she took the effort to dye all her hair that color. He kept tugging turning the leather outfit inside out in the process. He didn't remove the cuffs from her legs until he was forced to.

Felicia wasn't ignorant of her chance. She could have kicked him in the head and knocked him out. From there she could. . .wait for him to wake up pissed off. If the handcuff thumbcuff combination wasn't enough to stop her from escaping she would have been gone by now. Being able to kick her legs wasn't particularly helpful. So she did nothing. She might have wriggled her hips just a bit to keep him from yanking her arms out of their sockets but that was it.

"You are sexy." Garvey commented as he looked down at Black Cat's spread thighs and in particular her slit. He took her by the ankles and spread her legs farther. It would have been a painful contortion for most women but the bandit was a world class gymnast. She could lock her ankles behind her head without discomfort. "Incredible."

Garvey felt his dick harden and twitch at the sight of the half naked heroine bound at his feet. He unzipped his pants and kicked off his Bates. Then he pulled his black slacks and boxers down and off freeing his dick.

Felicia wasn't certain if she should be amused or relieved when she saw his cock. It was just a dick nothing intimidating about it. Certainly not for a heroine who had been around the block with a few supers over the years. She never understood why but it seems like all heroes were attractive. . .and endowed. Harold was just an ordinary man about to get lucky. 

Harold ran his fingers over the soft short cut tuft of hair over Felicia's slit then down to her pussy. Felicia watched Harold suck his fingers then spit on her slit and push two fingers into her. He steadily started pumping his fingers into her body. She fought to keep her face blank but in reality she was disgusted that this pathetic man was violating her body. That his rough calloused hands were rubbing against her smooth skin and two of his fingers were pressed inside her getting her ready for him. Harold worked a third finger into Black Cat's pussy stretching her tight hole wider.

It felt like forever when he finally stopped. There was the slightest hint of wetness between her thighs. It was an unavoidable consequence of his fingers working inside her and fortunate one to. That and a wad of spit on the purple head of his dick was the only lubrication Harold used. "Please wear a condom." She tried to sound firm but even to her own ears it sounded mousy. Harold didn't even acknowledge that she'd spoken. 

Never in his life had Harold felt anything as tight as the Black Cat's pussy. Even after stretching her with his fingers he still had to be put his weight down to slide even halfway into her. Harold pulled back then pushed into her again. It took three tries before he was able sink all the way into her hot slit. He reached down and pulled the top half of her costume open freeing her tits for his pleasure. Black Cat remained silent as he licked and sucked her nipples, squeezing her breasts. "Goddamn you're hot." Harold groaned as he fucked her.

For a half hour Harold used Felicia. He twisted her into every position he could think of. Doggy style with her tits pancaked between her body and the floor grinding back and forth while he fucked her. He put her in the piledriver where just her head, shoulders and the tips of her toes touched the ground folded in half while he rammed into her. Every time he started to get close to coming he'd stop and switch positions. The entire time the costumed hero remained silent other than the occasional grunt.

"I want you on top of me. I want you to fuck me." Harold said pulling his cock out of Black Cat and lying back on the table.

"Please don't make me do that. Just finish fucking me and let me go." Black Cat pled.

"Do it or I'll call the Big Man. I want to be know what it feels like to have the Black Cat fuck me." He looked at her for a moment. Felicia knew there was no point in arguing with Harold, fucking him was better than the alternative. It would also give her a chance to push him over the edge. The heroine rolled easily to her feet and walked leapt up onto the table facing away from him. She didn't want to look into the perverts eyes when he made her rape herself. She squatted down letting Harold guide his pole back into her cunt sinking all the way down on the first try. "Oh my God. Look at that ass." Harold moved his hand to her hips digging his fingers into her flesh while she fucked him. Black Cat's ass jiggled as her hips rolled up and down on Harold. 

Harold was getting close to his orgasm. Black Cat knew the signs well. His hips were twitching and his eyes were screwed shut. He was grunting more and louder and his grip was getting tighter and tighter around her hips. The Black Cat clenched her muscles around him determined to get her captor off as soon as possible. The sooner he came the sooner she'd be able to leave. She knew the best way to get a man off was to make him think he was doing well so long moan escaped from her lungs. She had him right where she wanted him. She moaned again as his cock started to expand inside her just about to dump his load. "No, I want to cum on your face!" Black Cat heard him but she didn't stop fucking him. She started to fuck him so fast that the sound of her ass slapping against his belly was nearly as loud as her moans. "If you don't I won't let you go!"

Felicia cringed but stood up and got off Harold sinking to her knees quickly. Harold barely had enough time to sit up all the way and take aim at the half mask. Felicia pressed her lips tightly together making sure none of Harold Semen slipped into her mouth. She could hardly believe that he had as much cum as he did. It was almost completely covering her face and dripping down onto her tits. She wanted to ask him for a towel or to take the cuffs off her or anything but if she opened her mouth it would slip in. Harold seemed very content just to stare at the semen stained super hero. He did for a minute and then he slid off the table and pulled his pants back on. 

"Well you upheld your part of the deal." Harold reached behind Black Cat and removed the three sets of cuffs holding her arms. "You're free to go." Harold said and turned to walk away. The first thing she did was wipe the cum from her face and flick it to the ground in disgust. Black Cat took a moment to rub the feeling back into her wrists and roll her shoulders a few times.

"But Harold, we have to make it look real." This time she wasn't caught off guard. This time she knocked him cold with a single roundhouse. 

At six o'clock the next morning the Big Man received a phone call from his chief of security. The priceless Jade Cat statue had been stolen at some point during the night. Not that there was any real doubt as to who would risk stealing from him but the Black Cat had left a note pinned to a security guard's chest. It included a very interesting story about how she'd remained in the building undetected for so long. The Big Man sent a limo to pick up Harold and bring him directly to his office.



Black Cat: Top of the World



Author's Note: This story is set during the period where Spider-Man was first dating the Black Cat and was wearing his black costume, before he discovered it was a living entity. Both characters are TM and © Marvel Comics and their use here is meant strictly as parody for readers 18 years and older.

I actually started this story a while ago (around the time I wrote Catwoman: The Eros Formula), so if some parts seem a bit rough, that's the reason. I figured I'd been sitting on it so long now that I might as well finish it off and get it out there. That said, I hope you like it.

Voting and feedback is always very much appreciated. Thanks!

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Using all his strength, Spider-Man swung upward on the webline until it reached its apex, then coiled his muscles and launched himself high into the night sky. 

With nothing to hold him there, he began a series of aerial acrobatics that, had anyone been able to see them, they would have floored their audience with their rapid, intricate beauty.

He allowed himself to fall for only a short while -- though it felt much longer than it actually was -- before he fired off another webline and came to land on the rooftop he'd been aiming for.

Made it. And under five minutes, too.

With nothing else to do, Spidey perched himself on the edge of the building and looked out at the city beneath him, pulsating with life and light.

A faint ringing of his spider-sense alerted him to a presence behind him. He smiled underneath his mask.

"Hi, Felicia." He said.

The Black Cat dropped down onto the rooftop, pouting.

"Damn! Not only did you beat me here, but you heard me coming, too. No fair."

He turned around to look at her.

"Sorry, Cat. But the Amazing Spider-Man pulls no punches in a skyline race. You're just gonna have to try and keep up next time."

"Oh, shut up," she said, poking her tongue out at him. "You have superpowers. I don't."

"That's what all the losers say," he replied, before she playfully punched him in the arm. "Heh heh...ow."

They both returned their attention to the skyline, the buildings reflecting the moon's light. They were on the highest peak of the GE Building, the center of Rockefeller Plaza. It had all begun with a frisky Felicia challenging the webslinger to a cross-city race, and while he was in the middle of agreeing to it, she had already set off to assure herself a head start.

"It's beautiful." Black Cat said, admiring the sight of the city.

"MmHmm." Spidey replied.

"You know," she said, lacing her arms around his chest from behind him. He could feel her breasts press up against his back and felt a little giddy at the prospect. "All this racing is enough to get all the adrenaline pumping... get a person all worked up. You worked up, Spider?"

Her hands started to trace the definition of his chest and abs, and with a stifled cough he replied;

"Uh...I guess you could say I am. Sure."

Though they'd been dating for months now, they were still yet to have sex. They'd made out plenty of times, almost exclusively on rooftops, and though they had gotten pretty far on a few occasions, something had always happened to prevent the action from occurring.

It was starting to weigh on Peter's mind, especially after seeing Felicia again after he'd gotten back from the alien Battleworld and all the craziness that had gone on there. Thanks to that unforeseen trip, and the number of times he almost died on it, he'd come to realize how much he cared for her.

True, he'd been somewhat hurt by her less-than-enthusiastic reaction when he revealed his secret identity to her. Her disappointment with his living arrangements -- and his appearance -- played anxiously in the back of his mind. Despite how hard she tried to mask her feelings, Peter knew she was in love with the Spider, and not so much with the Man.

But that didn't matter. He cared for her, and they had fun together. Her enthusiasm and carefree spirit were incredibly appealing to him, even if it meant she got him into trouble every now and then. And the fact that such a ravishingly beautiful woman with such an incredible body had a thing for little ol' Peter Parker -- well, it was enough to get his blood pumping.

And then, with the suddenness of a webline shooting across the night's sky, an amazing idea occurred to Peter. Felicia would be the first girl to have sex with him that knew about his powers! He wouldn't have to mask his strength, wouldn't have to conceal his abilities. In fact, Peter realized with a slowly growing amount of embarrassment, he could use his powers to his benefit. And to Felicia's. He couldn't believe that he hadn't thought of this before!

But as quickly as the concept had come, he was starting to doubt it. Wouldn't it be an abuse of his powers, and the responsibility he had to use them justly, to exploit them in such a way?

One look at Felicia -- her body in the moonlight, the wicked twinkle in her eye -- and the doubts were quickly dispelled.

'So I use my powers for something other than fighting crime for once. It's no different than using them to take pictures for the Bugle so I can pay the rent. Only this time it's a whole lot more fun.'

Peter was soon beaming beneath his mask. 

"Whatcha thinking about, Spider?" Felicia cooed into his ear, her lips brushing along the side of his masked face.

"Only you, Cat. Only you." He said, turning towards her and stepping down from the ledge he'd been perched on. "C'mere, you. I'm going to make this a night you won't soon forget."

"Ooh!" Felicia squealed in delight, melting into his embrace. "You promise?"

His costume, made of the black material he'd found on Battleworld and responsive to any mental command he gave it, retracted his mask enough to expose his lower face, and not a moment too soon as he joined Felicia in a passionate kiss, followed by another and another. Their tongues danced against each other, their hard bodies pressing into one another with growing need.

Peter slid his hands from Felicia's waist to her back to her ass, squeezing and stroking all the while. Finally his hands ran up her chest, squeezing her supple, delicious breasts through the material of her costume.

"Mmm! Oh, Spider!" She moaned her approval, raising her chest up to his touch. He flicked her tongue with his as his fingers fumbled around her cleavage, searching for her zipper. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like his spider-sense was tingling, his face growing warm with embarrassment as he struggled to free her from her outfit.

Felicia pulled away. Peter grew suddenly concerned that she had changed her mind about all this, but she was grinning with far too much relish for that to be the case.

"Rip it." She told him.

"Rip it?" He repeated. "Your costume? Really?"

"Come on, Spider. Live a little! Now rip it." She said, pressing her breasts back into his open hands.

"You're the boss." He said, gripping her costume and, with one quick pull, tearing it apart.

"Wow!" She said, laughing delightedly. "I meant a little tug, but you really went for it, didn't you?" She stood now wearing nothing but her mask, gloves, boots, and the tattered remains of her costume, her nipples hardening from the brisk wind, the moonlight reflected in her fine thatch of platinum pubic hair.

"Uh, sorry. I guess sometimes I don't know my own str..." Peter replied, but she cut him off with a quick, deep kiss. Her body was so hot and smooth pressed up against his. He felt a contact high just from touching it. He never dared imagine, in the midst of his nerdy high school years, pre-spider bite, that a woman as incredible as Felicia Hardy would ever want anything to do with him.

But now here he was, with her standing naked in front of him beneath a full moon, getting ready to fuck the former cat burglar -- the beautiful woman who'd changed her criminal ways, all in a bid to win over his affections.

His cock was throbbing in time with the hammering of his heart -- a fact that the Black Cat didn't fail to miss as she pressed her thighs against his crotch.

"Mmm! You want it bad, don't you, Spider?" She whispered in his ear. "You want to fuck my little pussy, don't you? You want to give my pussy all the cream you have to offer. Is that right?"

"More than anything, Felicia, yes." He replied. She squeezed his cock through his costume. He groaned.

"You're going to have to do something for me first," she said, taking his hand in hers, leading it down between her thighs. "You're going to have to show my pussy a good time."

She pressed his hand up against her exposed slit. It was smouldering for him, her outer folds already slick. He sent a signal to his costume, wanting to free his fingers, but Felicia stopped him.

"I want to feel your gloves inside me." She said, her teeth flashing a feline smile.

"...Happy to oblige." He said, though his tone was less animated than it would normally be. Now it was low and serious, and the sound of it sent a chill through the Black Cat. Spider-Man was notorious for his wisecracking nature. Nothing could ever keep him from slinging jokes like he slung webs. Nothing, it seemed, except for her.

Now she was being distracted by another sound. It was the squelching of her cuntlips as Spider-Man parted them open, her juices dribbling from her slit as he diddled her with his fingertips.

She locked one hand around his wrist, forcing her thighs onto his fingers as her other hand raked across his shoulders.

"Ohhhh shhhhhiiiiit..." She murmured, her eyes closing. "That's it, lover. Thhhhhat's it."

She rolled her hips as he sank two fingers inside her. Her breathing growing heavy, Felicia nipped at his lips, licking at them teasingly, taunting him into kissing her. He took the bait, coiling his tongue around hers as he fingered her twat. 

"F-fingerfuck me, Spider!" She urged him on. "Frig my tight cunt!"

He was too focused on the job he was performing to respond, though her words didn't fail to excite him. They urged him, in fact, making him build up speed, his knuckles rubbing against her labia and his fingertips brushing her g-spot.

"Oh God! Oh Jesus, yes! You're getting me so...sooo..." She pressed her bouncing tits up against his chest, her thighs rocking hard as she panted against his cheek.

She was mewing and moaning so much that Spider-Man knew that it wasn't long until the Black Cat came. Looking to prolong the agonizing ecstasy of it, he pulled his fingers from the thick, bubbling liquid of her honeypot and grabbed her ass.

With a display of graceful strength one would expect of a superhero, he hoisted her up into the air.

"Spider!" She yelped but, knowing enough to go with it, she planted her thighs on his shoulders. She quickly wrapped her legs around his head, pressing her feet into his back, her pussy now perfectly positioned in front of his face. She balanced herself with her hands on his head, grasping the slick surface of his mask.

"Ooh, baby! You're so strong!" She cooed, but the words were muffled to him. All he knew was the warmth of her thighs, the tantalising musk of her sex. He took an exploratory lick.

"Ah!" She wriggled against him, his hands holding tight to her rear, massaging her firm, round ass. "You tease!" Felicia leaned her head back, her chest rising and her thighs parting wider.

Peter started running the tip of his tongue up along the folds of Felicia's pussy, studying the contours of it with his tastebuds and swallowing the nectar that gushed so freely from her.

"O! O! Ooohhhhhh!" The Black Cat purred as Spider-Man's tongue nuzzled its way inside her ripe cherry. He swirled and churned his tongue up and down and in and out of her, his lips pressing against her clit before he delved back down again, tongue-lashing the small wall of flesh between her cunt and her ass.

"Ffff! Hhh! Hhhhhh! Ah!"

Felicia's toes curled inside her boots, her feet kicking against nothing but the pleasure Peter's enthusiastic tongue was offering her.

Energized by her overwhelming response, it wasn't long before Peter was lapping thirstily at her cunt, tongue-fucking it, making it pucker and melt beneath his lips. 

"Hhhhnnnoh! Hhhoh! Hhoooooooh, Spider! Oh, I need your cock! I need your cock so bad!" The Black Cat cried. Spider-Man, busy slurping up the sweetly sour taste of her, the tip of his pinky hovering teasingly at the edge of her pink, puckered asshole, could only just hear her with her legs wrapped so tightly around his head.

He indicated he'd heard her request, however, by slipping her from his shoulders, leaving her to ride down his body like it was a firefighter's pole, her fall broken by a pole of a different kind...

"Oooh! Oh! Why...why hello..!" She said as her rear pressed up against his hard, naked cock. "What's this? Is my Spider happy to see me?"

Locking her legs around his waist as tightly as she had his face, Felicia leaned back and reached her hand down to grab hold of Spider-Man's pulsating dick, freed from his costume by nothing more than a passing thought. 

His cock surged in her grasp, bloodily hot in the stirring cold of the rooftop.

"Unh!" He gasped as she caressed and rubbed it, the texture of her white glove so soft, so enthralling. Peter wondered what it'd be like to cum in Felicia's glove, imagined her licking it up... 

Felicia, however, had other ideas. She positioned herself so her cunthole sat pressed against the swollen head of his cock, her eyes flashing as she stared into the blank windows of his mask's matching lenses.

"My pussy's so wet, so ready for you..." She said, her hand still wrapped around his cock. "I want you to fuck my pussy, Peter. Fuck it good."

She pushed down on him, his cock helmet delving inside her, inch after veiny inch of shaft following.

"Oooohhhhhh!" Felicia moaned, Peter's brown pubic hair tangling in the silvery strands of her thatch as she grinded against the base of his dick.

"Fu-fuck!" Peter cursed, overcome by Felicia's hot, gooey cunt. He was so overcome, in fact, that when he tried to match the thrilling nature of her dirty talk, the best he could blurt was, "Oh, God! I love your pussy, Felicia!"

She started to rise up and down on him, her slit grasping and slurping on him, her mouth meeting his, her lips pressing on his lips, her tongue lashing at his tongue.

"I'm not Felicia, my love. I'm the Black Cat. Tonight...Spider-Man is fucking the Black Cat, like it was always meant to be..."

Her ass bounced up and down as she fucked herself on his cock, her kisses deep and prolonged. He squeezed her asscheeks as she humped him, his hips pumping in time with hers, propelling them upward and onward.

"Mmmnnh! Uh! O!" Felicia muttered and moaned as she lost herself in fucking her lover, her cuntfolds sucking at his thrusting cock. "Oh shit! God! I need you from behind! Fuck me from behind!"

She planted her feet on the rough concrete of the rooftop, parting with Spider-Man's cock just long enough to reposition herself. She didn't fall to her knees, though. Instead, she bent over, as if to touch her toes. Her splayed cunt glistened juicily, invitingly...

Peter, wasting no more time and with a dick still lubricated by her moist pussy, grabbed her by the hips and plunged into her balls deep.

"Fuck!" Felicia cried. "Oh Christ! So deep!" Her sudden scream dissolved into a throaty moan as he started to really fuck her, his pelvis smacking against her ass, his hands stroking the small of her back.

"Oh oh oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuck!" Felicia loved it from behind. It filled her so deep, reached right into her very core and squeezed it.

"Oh yyyes!" Peter groaned. He could feel his pre-cum squirting inside her, could feel his pleasure building way too fast and way too soon. He also couldn't help but feel he'd only just scratched the surface of what was possible. If he was going to finally benefit from his powers in this way, he wanted to do something really wild with them...

Difficult though it was, he clasped his hands to the Black Cat's waist, holding her still, compelling her to stop. She looked back at him in confusion, flexing her hips in a bid to goad him back into fucking her -- clearly the last thing she wanted in the world was to stop.

"Why did you...why did you...?" She asked breathlessly, strands of her hair falling into her open mouth. She blew them out in a puff of air before licking her lips.

"Do you trust me?" He asked her. She looked at him, and for a second he could have sworn that she did so warily, but soon she was nodding her head and smiling.

"You know it, lover."

He smiled in return, before sending the signal to his costume to draw his mask closed. His legs coiled beneath them, his hands holding tight to Felicia's torso, and before she knew what was going on they were twenty feet in the air, thirty, fifty, and then they were plummeting back down, down, down...

They landed with a sudden thud, Spider-Man planting the both of them with precision on the side of the building, using his wallcrawling abilities to fasten them securely to its surface.

Felicia gasped, her chest heaving with deep, gulping breaths.

"Holy shit!" She couldn't help but exclaim, dizzied as she was by suddenly finding herself held 65-storeys up in the air by nothing more than the strength of her lover's grasp...and, as she realised by wriggling her hips, by his hard dick still lodged deep inside her.

"Hhu...hhu...hoh my...oh my God!" Felicia started first to chuckle, then laugh with wild abandon. Safely suspended at such a great height, she spread her arms wide and felt the wind whipping around her naked body, her Spider's hands gripping her full, firm breasts and warming the supple flesh as he held her steady.

"Oh Spider!" She cooed. "You're so...so...!"

"...Yes?" Peter replied, grinning beneath the mask.

"....so fucking amaaaazing!" She squealed, her pussy clenching his cock, making him shudder in turn. Felicia pushed back against him again, burying him deep in her slit, and coiled her arms around his, her hands gripping tightly to his biceps.

She turned her head to shoot him a wild look over her shoulder.

"Fuck me, Spider. Fuck me so good! I want to cum at the top of the world and let it rain down below!"

Her words, said with such ferocious, lustful need, awakened the animal that lay at the beating heart of the Spider-Man. With single-minded determination, he repositioned his feet, pulled his cock from the sheath of her sweltering cunt, and slammed it deep inside her once again with all the force he could deliver it.

"OOOOHHH FFFFFFUCK!" The Black Cat wailed, her scream battling with the wind as she felt him deliver every thick inch deep into her greedy pussy. She bit down on her lower lip as, without pause, he dived into fucking her with unrelenting, superhuman speed.

"Hu! Hu! Hu!" She grunted with every hard-driving thrust, chuckling with carnal delight between gasps of pleasure and sharp intakes of air.

"Oh, Cat!" Peter exclaimed as she pushed back against him, her body jolting against his hips, the force of the impact vibrating through her. 

"Yes, Spider?" She said with a dirty grin, her nails digging into his arms.

"You're...so...!...so goddamn tight!" He said, throwing his head back with elated pleasure, his pelvis moving to its own, inexhaustible rhythm.

"And you're so fucking big, lover! I just want your wonderful cock in me all the time! I never want you to stop fucking me!" Felicia whipped her hand down to start frigging her clit, her fingers a blur on the erect nub, matching the pace of her lover's cock as Peter heaved back and forth, throwing himself entirely into fucking the sexy former supervillain.

At the very moment that Spider-Man's cock slid out to the opening of the Black Cat's pussy, he paused, holding her there. Her hand froze on her clitoris as she once again looked back at him in confusion and need.




Black Cat: Top of the World



His expressionless mask betrayed nothing. Though his chest rose and fell as he panted, he gave no indication of what he was thinking or feeling. There was something about it -- something about being completely at the mercy of this masked man -- that drove Felicia wild. Her slit, already boiling over, grew even wetter at the weighty pause.

"Wh --- what...?" She started to ask, twisting on his cock, trying to lure him back into fucking her.

"Just admiring the view, pretty lady." Spider-Man replied as his cock thumped like a heartbeat inside her. And it was true. The sight of her was incredible; her face flushed with the heat of their passion, her platinum hair reflecting the light of the full moon, the warm glow of the city bouncing off her soft, smooth skin.

He squeezed her breasts tight as he started to fuck her again, now slow and deliberate. She kept her eyes locked on his mask for as long as she could, before they rolled back in her head and she closed her lids, losing herself to the rasping ridges of his shaft.

"That's it..." she whispered. "Oh, that's it, Spider. That's the spot...you make me so wet, baby...you fuck me...you fuck me so good!!"

Her words once again succeeded in driving him on, feeding the flames of his desire and motivating him to fuck her harder, deeper, until he was stabbing his cock in and out of her frothing pussy even faster than he was before.

They were both coming closer and closer to the edge of losing control, willingly handing all their senses over to the delirium of their heat, their wanting, their passion.

The Black Cat started to thrash on Spider-Man's dick, screaming with terrible gratification. Her whole body convulsed with the maddening pleasure of it all

"HHHAH! Oh, Spiiider!" She wailed. "I'm gonna CUM, baby! I'm gonnacumI'mgonnacumI'mgunna... I'm going to....to...!"

Felicia arched her back as it hit her, howling at the moon as her orgasm arrived ripe and full and oh so achingly sweet...

"FFFFF-UCK! Fuck fuck fuck! Oohhhhhhhhn God yes!"

She hissed and wailed, drooling and sputtering saliva. She was cumming, over and over and over again, one powerful orgasm after another. Her screams of pleasure were shooting out into the night, overpowering the wind to echo around the canyons of the skyscrapers surrounding them.

Her pussy was exploding around Peter's thrusting cock, the hot liquid of her cum falling from their dizzying height to shower on the earth thousands of feet below, spattering on the concrete like a passing rain.

"Oh God, Felicia! I'm going to---!"

"Do it, Spider! Shoot it in me!" She cried. "Shoot your web in me! Unh! FUCK! Do it! DO IT NOW!"

"Hhn! HRNH! HAAAARH!" Spider-Man roared as he came so hard that his feet pressed cracks into the wall beneath them. His dick spurted hot and heavy inside the Black Cat's welcoming cunt, her soft, smooth flesh squeezing him so tight. 

"That it's, baby! That's it!" Felicia sighed with warm approval. "Oh, it feels so good inside me, warming me up!" She ran her hand from her clit to the point where her pussy parted to accommodate his cock. She dabbled her fingers in the fluid she found there and offered it to her lips.

"Mmmm, yummy!" She breathed as she suckled her fingertips, tasting the steaming liquid of their combined pleasure. "You taste so good, Spider. I want more!"

"More?" Peter asked, his head still reeling from the explosions of mind-numbing joy, his cock buzzing and pulsating, the head of his shaft still thick and liquidy and lodged inside Felicia's cunt.

The Black Cat giggled as Spider-Man straightened up, pulling her up with him. He rubbed and massaged her body, one hand stroking through her hair.

"Oh, I'll give you some time to recuperate, don't worry," she said, wiggling in his lap. "But I've never, ever been fucked like that before! You can't blame me for wanting to do it again. And again. And again!"

They both laughed, Felicia's hands joining her Spider's to rub her tingling body all over.

A response to her comment welled up from deep inside Peter, and without thinking, it slipped straight out of his mouth.

"That's what we call fucking spider-style." Beneath his mask, he blushed at the comment, even as Felicia giggled at it and snuggled closer to him. Ordinarily, he would never say anything like that. What was this girl doing to his head? And why did he like it so much?

"You trap a lot of girls in your web, do you?" She asked, breaking him from his line of thought.

"Only the bad ones." He replied.

She turned to look up at his masked face and raised an eyebrow behind her cat mask.

"Well, that certainly includes little ol' me. I'm positively wicked."

"Lady," Peter said. "You don't have to tell me twice."

Obeying his unconscious command, his mask slipped away from his mouth, and he once more met Felicia in an intense, electric kiss.

They stayed there for a long while, the full moon being all the light they needed, the kisses they shared keeping them warm. When finally Spider-Man's spent cock slipped from her drizzling folds, he hoisted her back up to the rooftop.

"How are we going to get you home?" He asked her, eyeing the torn costume that left her in little more than her mask, boots and gloves.

"You ever streaked before, Spider?" She said, winking at him.

"Can't say I have..." Peter replied as Felicia cupped him, stroking his balls until he unconsciously willed his costume to reveal himself to the cool night air.

"First time for everything," she grinned, before turning and running for the edge of the building. "Catch me if you can!"

She leapt nimbly over the side, disappearing into the dark. As he moved to follow her, he started to command his suit to cover his body once again. Following Felicia's lead, however, he cancelled the order, leaving himself exposed. She wasn't the only one who could be a little wicked.

"Hey, Cat! Wait up!" He said, vaulting over the brink.

The chase was on again...



Black Cat's Night Out



thanks to hkf999 for the edit.

*

The black cat prowled the rooftops looking for an easy score. She liked to start with an easy job and work her way up to the hard stuff. Maybe she could even get spidey out to play tonight. 

There was a new mob boss in town, he wasn't very important but she figured he would have a few valuables lying about. She had heard that he hired rent-a-cops and everyone knows that there not worth shit. 

She went through the window easily and headed towards where she assumed the safe was. It was where she suspected, sunken into the floor behind the desk. She had scoped the place out earlier and the information she had received seemed to be correct. There was a single security guard at the front desk. 

The guard looked seriously bored and she thought he might fall asleep at the desk. He was a pathetic specimen, he was overweight and the only thing he looked likely to catch was a cold. She had seen flickering images on his face and guessed it was TV he was watching and not security camera's. 

She put him out of her head and got back to work. She moved the carpet and stared at the safe. It was an easy one to crack and she got to work eagerly. She listened closely as she turned the dial. She was so intent on listening for the click of the lock that she didn't hear the door opening. 

She felt a thump and started to lose consciousness. She looked up in disbelief and saw that it was the security guard that had knocked her out. This thought passed through her head before she lost consciousness altogether. 

Bob the security guard had been watching TV as usual when he thought he heard something. He almost dismissed it but the boss had been very paranoid lately. He kept saying the black cat is coming. Bob thought it was all nonsense but he knew that if he didn't check it out the boss would have his ass. 

He went up the stairs being as quiet as his bulk would allow. He opened the boss's door quietly and saw a very soft light coming from behind the desk. He had his truncheon out. He crept closer wondering how she didn't hear him. He hoped that if she did notice him he would get hazard pay or at least get a grip of that ass. 

It sure looked like black cat, her ass was covered in those tight leathers or latex. He had only seen it in photos before but it sure looked a lot better close up. He continued advancing until he was standing beside her. He brought the club down knocking her out. She slumped to the floor but managed to look up with a look of disbelief in her eyes before passing out completely. 

He stared down at her for a minute before getting out the cable ties. He found that they worked a lot better than hand cuffs in restraining people. He pulled her hands behind her back and tied them together. 

He decided to bring her to the "interrogation room" and have some fun. He bent down and lifted her grunting with the effort. He carried her in a fireman's lift steadying her with a hand on her fine ass. He was getting hard just thinking of seeing that ass without the costume. 

He reached the room easy enough, the boss didn't like to travel to far to "work." He dumped her on the ground inside the room. He put her lying on her back with her hands under her. He started running his hands from her feet all the way up her body. His hands glided on the soft leather easily. 

Not far above her navel the costume started to show some skin. A v-shape was visible expanding towards him with the massive swell of her breasts. The insides of her breasts were visible for all to see and combined with the tightness of the costume he guessed that she was a bit of an exhibitionist. He ran his pudgy fingers along the v enjoying the feeling of the soft leather changing to the feel of soft flesh and back again. 

He gave her tits a bit of a squeeze but it wasn't as much fun because she was still out. He turned her over to get another look at her fine ass. Her platinum blonde hair falling down to cover her face. He started at her feet again and worked his way slowly up to her ass. He massaged it for a minute with his thumbs. 

He stood up creakily and stared down at her. He had had a bit of fun and maybe he should call someone higher up or the boss man himself. He tried to remember what weapons she used. He had felt up most of her body and didn't feel anything like a gun or knife. Casting his mind back he remembered something about claws. 

She used to have retractable claws but he thought the Chameleon's device had taken them away. He looked at her body again closely and at last his gaze alighted on her gloves. They were tapered into claws at the fingers and even if they didn't have retractable claws they looked like they could do serious damage. 

He bent down again and examined the gloves closely. He pricked one of his fingers on the end and they were very sharp. He looked for a way to take them off. His hands got tickled with the fur just above her wrists. He eventually found the release just under the elbow. He unzipped them then double checked that she was still unconscious. He cut the restraints and pulled down the gloves quickly. 

He had one glove off but while taking off the other he must have hit some switch. The claws came out. One nicked the ass of her costume scoring a deep line in it. He could see white through the hole. He left the gloves on the table then secured her hands again. She started to move then. He put her sitting on a chair and tied her legs to it. 

He left the room then bringing the gloves with him. The boss had built the interrogation room on a police design with a two-way mirror. Bob headed to the adjoining room to see what his guest would do. She was coming around now and starting to struggle. The bonds held her though. 

When she finally came round fully she took a look around the room. She saw the two way mirror and seemed to glare at him through it. He could see her fingers flexing behind her back. They flexed again and again, nothing happened. Confusion now marred her face this gave way to anger. 

He enjoyed seeing someone so high strung brought so low. She struggled again but saw that it would get her nowhere. She finally said, "well get on with it then, what do you want?" 

He let her stew for another few minutes before walking back into the room. When she saw him again she nearly lost it. "you, you I was taken down by a fat little rent-a-cop, I thought my luck had changed" 

"I can go get my boss and his heavies if you want, they wont play as nice as me" replied Bob. 

"What do you want with me?" 

"I want to have a little fun, and I don't think your in any position to argue anyway." 

"I would rather die that let whatever small thing resides in your pants go anywhere near me" 

"That can be arranged easily, you picked the wrong place to break into" he turned to walk out the door. She stopped him just before he closed it behind him. 

"What exactly do you want with me" she asked in a defeated voice. 

"Let me use your body however I want and I might just let you go without calling anyone else" he replied gleefully. 

She gave a small dip of her head but the anger was still clearly visible on her face. The mask around her eyes hid some of the crinkles of the grimace. 

"So you wont try anything funny? All I have to do is call out and back up will arrive" 

"I told you I wouldn't just get it over with" she almost screamed at him. 

He was really turned on now. He moved behind her and started fondling her breasts. The costume while kinky was a hindrance to his feel of her breasts. He cut the ties holding her to the chair and bent her over the desk. He examined the slit that the claw had made but couldn't make out much of the material. 

He tried stretching the tear wider but the material resisted. When that didn't work he put his finger into it and started rubbing it. The material had a cottony feel. Then he started looking for a way to get the costume off. The top he slid off her shoulders and down to her waist. It was all one piece and he couldn't get it off fully with her hands tied. 

He reminded her not to move before freeing her hands. He slid the costume down past her ass. He freed it from her arms. He rolled it all the way down to her ankles, this would prevent her from fighting and also keep her from escaping. 

He looked at her panties and did a double take. They were indeed cotton but it was the design on them that had him goggling. There were pictures of spider-man going the whole way around them. He knew that she was supposed to have some sort of fascination with the spidey but this was just weird. 

He supposed she thought that she would have spidey covering her ass and pussy day and night. He ran his fingers around the waistband then trailed them lower. He could feel no push of bush from the front of her pussy and guessed that she had it shaved. 

He pulled down her panties slowly enjoying the shapely ass that was revealed. She tried to turn around but he just shoved her back onto her front again. He wanted to take her from behind first, after that he might try something else. 

He pulled down his trousers and took off the tool belt with the truncheon in it. She still wore a studded collar and her mask. Her head was turned to the side trying to look at him without turning her body. He bent down to give her a sloppy kiss making sure to be careful in case she tried to bite him. 

He took down his boxers revealing his now hard dick. He ran his hand along her slit putting two fingers into her pussy to prepare it for his dick. He positioned her as best he could the edge of the table just touching her pussy. He entered her slowly, her lips tight against his cock. Once he was secure he reached around to grab a handful of breasts. 

They did feel a lot better out of the costume. He tweaked her nipples as he kept pumping into her. He knew that the outer 3 inches of a woman's pussy was the most sensitive but he was only interested in his own pleasure. He ploughed into her deeply enjoying the little moans that unwittingly escaped her lips. 

She didn't beg him to stop but he could tell that she wasn't enjoying it. This thought made him move quicker inside her. He didn't really want to cause her pain but he liked causing her humiliation. She always seems so high and mighty in the papers so this was only decent payback. 

He could feel that he was about to cum and decided to wait inside her while he did so. He released inside her enjoying the shudder that passed through black cat as she felt the cum swirling in her. He extracted himself slowly, his hands still pinching her nipples. He rubbed his dick up the outside of her slit to her ass hole. 

He could feel her tensing and waiting for the thrust. His dick was softening now and he didn't really want to do anal anyway. He kept it just touching her, holding it in place with one hand just to prolong her agony. Anticipation of a deed was supposed to be worse than the deed itself. It seemed that this motto was true for everything. He eventually pulled back seeing her ass cheeks unclench. 

He turned her around so she faced him. Her pussy was clean shaven and he ran a finger along it plunging two of them inside her. She was nice and wet, whether from his cum or her own excitement he didn't know. 

He pulled up his trousers and boxers and decided to take a few pictures of her body for personal use later on. He took a few of her front first focusing on her pussy and her tits. When she saw the phone she tried to reach out and take it. This caused her to trip over her costume and panties. He got more pictures of her lying on the ground. Her ass was stuck up in the air and she was facing him with murder in her eyes. Her face was red contrasting with her almost white hair.

"Quit it or i'll call for back up and release these pictures to the Bugle" 

She tried to lunge at him again pushing herself up from the floor. She had almost reached him when her balance was screwed up again with the costume. She fell forward landing at his feet. 

"Well there's no need to bow before me but if you insist" he laughed, a great bellowing sound from the bottom of his stomach 

"If the threat of exposure doesn't do it for you" he said sitting down on her ass effectively pinning her to the ground "then I'm going to have to secure your hands again" he pulled her hands behind her and secured them again with a cable tie. 

She struggled but he outweighed her by nearly 100 lbs. He got up and then pulled up her spidey panties. He took pictures of her still facedown with them on, then helped her to her feet. He put her leaning back against the table again facing him. These pictures were great her white cottons with her tits hanging out. 

He didn't know whether to let her go now or have some more fun with her. He spent a few moments thinking about it. 

When she came around fully she was in some sort of interrogation room. She was no stranger to these but there was something different to this one. She struggled trying to break free but her hands were tied behind her back and her legs were tied to the chair. She looked for the two way mirror she was sure would be present. 

She spotted it and glared at whoever happened to be behind it. She tried to extend her claws. They didn't work what the hell, she tried again with the same result. Her gloves were gone that really pissed her off. "Well get on with it then, what do you want?" 

There was no answer for a few minutes and then the door opened. She couldn't believe her eyes. She though she had been imagining him before the blow but there he was the fat little rent a cop. She traded verbal blows with him while trying to think of a way out. 

When she heard that he was going to call in his superiors she reluctantly agreed to his demands. He wanted to use her body for his own selfish pleasure. She thought she would be able to divorce her mind from it to make it bearable.

He walked behind her grabbing her breasts. She felt the pinch of his hands through the material. He loosened her feet and bent her over the desk. He took his hands off and moved them downwards. She felt him poking around her ass then she felt his finger move closer to her body. He was touching her panties, there must have been some tear in her costume but she didn't know how it got there. 

She managed to blank her mind for a few minutes. The next thing she knew her costume was wrapped around her feet and so were her favourite pair of spidey panties. She liked to think of him licking her pussy through the cottony material. 

She felt something enter her and for a moment thought it was his dick. Then it split in two so she guessed that it wasn't it, it was his pudgy fingers. She felt them come out and then his dick entered her. She felt it going in deep. She tried to imagine that it was spider-man that had his dick in her but the rent a cop ruined that illusion as well. 

He kept talking the whole time, telling her about his day and his boss and his life. Every time she tried to imagine spider-man rent a cop kept coming into her mind. His words kept flowing into her bringing her back into the interrogation room with him. Her pussy was pressed up against the cold of the interrogation table. 

She felt her nipples being pressed hard and couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips. She felt his dick pounding into her. He went in as far as he could. She felt his balls against her ass then. She could feel the throbbing inside her and then he released his load. She felt very dirty and wished she was any place else. 

What was happening now brought flashbacks of the first and only other time she had been raped. She didn't have the pleasure of killing him but she could certainly kill this little toad. She would play along a while longer and then take her revenge. She felt him pulling his dick put of her and waited to see what would happen next. 

One of his hands left her breast and she got tingles as feeling returned to her nipple. She felt his dick moving along her crack up to her ass hole. She felt his dick touching the entrance and tensed her ass cheeks against the inevitable penetration. She waited imaging the feel of that thing in her ass. It did not come and at last she released her ass cheeks. 

She was turned around to face him seeing that sickening grin on his face. Two fingers entered her again probably the same ones that was in her earlier. His fingers came away wet. She looked down at herself in disgust, how could her body betray her like that. 

She closed her eyes, not wanting to see the glint of triumph in his eyes. She heard little snicks and opened her eyes again. He had a camera phone out and was taking photos of her. She reached out trying to get it off him but her costume wrapped around her ankles tripped her up. 

She fell face down on the ground, her breasts cushioning her fall somewhat. She looked back over her shoulder and he was smiling down at her still taking pictures. She tried to burn a hole through his head with her gaze but he didn't pay any attention.  

She heard him threatening to release the photo to the paper but she was too angry to care right then. She pushed up off the floor intending to do a spinning kick. The costume tripped her again, she couldn't believe that she had forgotten about it. This time when she landed it was facing him. She tried to get up again but he sat on her. His bulk pushing her pussy against the floor. She felt her hands being wretched back and tied together again. 

Next she felt him pulling her panties back up, maybe he was going to let her go now, but no such luck. When her panties were in place he just took more pictures and she was helpless to stop it.