1 comments/ 52622 views/ 2 favorites Pussy Cat By: velvetglover It was the cat that gave him the idea - and the opportunity. It was a cream and chocolate Siamese, a thoroughbred; elegant, pampered, well groomed and beautiful. Just like its mistress, Delphine Fraser. There were eight of them at the dinner table, Christine, Jeff's wife, was diagonally opposite him at the far end of the table, listening to their host Geoffrey Fraser, while he amused her with tales of life in the embassy. She was enjoying Geoffrey's descriptions of the underside of diplomatic relations, laughing at his sardonic observations on foreign customs. Directly opposite Jeff, June Hemingway was listening to Nigel Starr's stories of his early acting 'career' with a provincial repertory company. To his left, Nigel's unexpectedly mousey girlfriend, Georgina Smith, and Gerald Hemingway, a West Country antique dealer, were deep in a discussion of Japanese netsuke. Which left him with the undivided attention of Delphine. She was telling him risque tales of her girl's public school, of her classmates' -and her own - obsessive interest in anything in trousers. She was finely boned but big-busted, the full curves of her breasts shown off to their best, snuggling in the low cut neckline of a soft, loosely knit woollen dress in a shade of cream which almost exactly matched the colour of the cat. She was not wearing a bra. The dark circles of her nipples showed through the dress and her breasts jiggled heavily as she moved. He fancied that lower down, below the slight swell of her stomach, he could make out the dark triangle of her pubic hair, but the wool was knitted tighter there and it may have been his overoptimistic imagination. On the other hand, the wool was tightly stretched over her delectably curved arse and there was no trace of the tiniest of ridges outlining the edge of her knickers. He could well imagine Delphine Fraser dispensing with that particular item of underclothing. She was mischievious and basic enough for anything. She had already leaned across him to ask Gerald Hemingway his opinion of her necklace. It was an open invitation for Jeff to ogle her tits, though the thickly bespectacled Gerald took it seriously enough, peering short-sightedly at her pendant. Jeff had ample opportunity to study her breasts, naked and no more than inches from his face, with their rounded fullness and their big, brown circles and button nipples. Her black hair covered her eyes as she stayed leaning forward for Gerald to complete his examination. Under the table she had pressed her knee into his thigh and her hand lay lightly over the back of his on the stiff white table cloth. As Gerald leaned back after his examination and delivered his considered opinion, she teased Jeff by holding the pendant in front of her breasts and breathing a suggestive: 'You like?' "Gorgeous," he replied, and then in a soft aside to her, "and the necklace." She laughed, giving her hair a shake, her brown eyes twinkling in delight at his compliment. "Thank you," she said and her hand gave his a conspiratorial squeeze before withdrawing, Then she started telling him the tale of her first necklace and the time of her forced incarceration at a her girls' school. Within minutes she was telling him of their obsession with the boys of the nearby school, of excitement of sixth-form dances and illicit meetings. Suddenly she was talking about hand jobs. The girls had made much mirth with one technique called the cola method. Could he guess why? And in answer to his grinning shake of the head, her right fist made a rapid up and down masturbatory motion and then she raised her thumb and imitated the sound of a fizzing release of liquid: 'Psheeoow'. And she leaned back in her chair and laughed, her breasts jiggling. It was at that moment that the cat jumped onto her lap. As it settled itself, she absentmindedly tickled its head. The cat's eyes closed in pleasure. Jeff was not a cat lover. Pussy yes. He loved pussy. Cats no. But the sight of the lush cream skin as the cat nestled onto her thighs drew his hand. He stroked the cat's back, which curved away from him, enjoying the feel of the short hair and the skin underneath, moving the skin with his fingers over the cat's body. As his hand started the second stroke, Delphine made the smallest of movements iii her chair, pushing her body slightly forward and it was this oh so delicate repositioning of her lush body which made him aware of the possibilities. He reacted immediately, leaning forward and resting his arm on the table so that Delphine's lower body, now turned towards him, was hidden from his neighbours who continued their animated chatter about ivory pieces. This time his fingertips lightly traced the soft wool on her thigh as his hand sped slowly over the cat's back. On the next stroke the pressure from his fingers was more deliberate. His fingers ruffled the texture of the wool as his hand passed once more over the cat's back and he enjoyed the feel of her sleek thigh underneath. Then he changed tactics. He altered the position of his hand so that his fingers led down the cat and then curved down over its haunches into Delphine's lap. The next stroke was more deliberate still and his hand lingered to push his knuckles gently but firmly against the padded flesh of her cunt. She accepted the attentions of his hand without reacting to what he was doing. He moved his hand up to the cat's neck and tickled it, relaxing the tension. Delphine's eyes were slightly duller now as she looked up at him. "You obviously have a liking for soft, furry animals," she murmured, looking down in her lap at their two hands moving over the cat's skin. "I haven't come across such a superb specimen in a long time," he breathed. "She seems to like being pampered." "Can't you feel her purring?" Delphine's low enquiry came from under hooded eyes looking brazenly into his. "She can't get enough of it, I think the greedy little minx wants more." She tilted her head slightly and looked up into his face, her dark mischievous eyes daring him to resume his ministrations to her cunt. Once more he pushed his hand down the animal's back and while Delphine stroked the cat's head and neck, the backs of his fingers, hidden from sight behind the animal's rear end, concentrated on slowly but firmly masturbating his hostess through the soft wool of her dress. There was no pretence on his part now to use the cat as an excuse. He was intent solely on pleasuring her. Could he make her come, he wondered? He could feel the firm cushion of her pubic hair and then below, as he pushed the back of his straightened fingers into her body, he could clearly make out the long line of her outer cunt lips peeling open to the probing touch of his finger tips. With the bent knuckle of his middle finger he began working the top of her cunt and Delphine, unable to remain still under the spreading heat generated by his knowing fingers, started moving her bottom towards the source of the pleasure and opening her thighs to help him. Sensing the warm cushion beneath her beginning to move, the cat woke and sprang down to the floor, stretched its back legs and jumped up into an easy chair, looking back at them both with a just a hint of disapproval at what they were doing. "What a shame," she said to him. "She was so enjoying that." She pulled her chair back under the table. Her thigh rested against his knee. She smiled a slow dreamy smile, "They are very selfish animals. Sam would let you stroke her all day - if you had the stamina." And there was a provocative emphasis on the 'if' . Clearly Delphine had quite a capacity for enjoyment. He reached his right hand under the table and pushed the hem of her dress back up over her thighs. Her legs opened for him. He went straight for her cunt, palm travelling swiftly over the sheen of her stay-up stockings and onto her warm bare flesh. She was not wearing knickers. And she was very, very wet. His fingers slid into her cunt with ease and then, coated with her juices, he sought amongst the slippery flesh for the little button of her clit. "She's a very beautiful animal," he said, looking straight into her half closed eyes. "Quite delicious. I could play with her for hours." "Mmmmmm," agreed Delphine, skilfully adjusting her body to his gently probing fingers. "She'd like that." I would welcome an email from any woman reader whose erotic imagination has been tickled by this story. Please share your pleasure. I could do with the encouragement. I find women's reactions to the erotic fascinating - and liberating. Pussy Cat Will Play, Husband Away Cindy and Gene had been married 18 years. Cindy had an affair about eight years ago but never told Gene. She has found men attractive for the last few years and had many fantasies about the men in her life. She knew Gene would kill any man who tried anything with her, and he certainly could not accept her thinking about jumping into bed with another man! Gene would never leave her out of his sight and always knew where she was and expected her to be home from work exactly on time. His sister called one day, crying to him about her depression and wanted him to come to California for a week so she could see a family member for a while. Gene was off work for an extended period of time and his sister had sent money to help them out. She felt alone since the rest of the family lived in the Midwest, but went there because her husbands work was there and he made good money! Gene left early Monday morning, leaving his wife alone with their seven year old daughter, and would be gone until the following Sunday. He had second thoughts about leaving her when he kissed her goodbye at the airport, but left anyway. Cindy thought of this as a golden opportunity and wanted to be a slut al week! Everyone at work, had so many things going, she wasn't getting anyone alone to come on to. "I'm alone all week without my husband and I'm ready to fuck almost anything!" she told herself. By mid-week, she was getting depressed. Nothing was working out. Amber had half-days at school, evening conferences and then, Amber wanted to share her bed. "I can't even fuck myself in bed!" she complained. Now it was Friday and she'd been a doing without all week! God she was horny! At least when Gene was home, she'd get some! She started coming on to her boss, but he seemed too busy to notice! Five o'clock arrived and she finished her work. As she gathered her purse to leave. She noticed that she was alone with her boss as she headed to say good night. She strolled in Dick's office, just like every day, and smiled, "Good night," she smiled, "Have a nice weekend." "And you do the same," Dick turned his chair towards her. Her eyes dropped to his lap and she unconsciously moistened her lips with her tongue. "I need a fuck!" she thought. He said something else to her but she didn't hear. She was wishing that the man she had fantasies about, would fuck her! He said something again and got no response. "I'm sorry," she realized that she'd been caught looking at his lap, "I wasn't listening." "If you're that interested, I could show you what's inside my pants," Dick offered. "Oh, please do!" Cindy dropped her purse and knelt in front of him, her hands rubbing his inner thighs, "Please show me!" "Gladly!" Dick quickly opened his pants and worked his cock out of his jockey shorts. "Do you like it?" "Oh!" Cindy's eyes were fixed on the swollen member, "What a nice cock you have!" At this point, she was about ready for any, but she really wanted this one! "I think now that you've seen it," Dick reached out and grabbed her head, "I think you had better take it in your mouth!" "Maybe I shouldn't," she teased, her eyes focused on the thick, bulbous head atop the shaft that was just inches from her lips. "I really have to go home." She hoped he wouldn't let her leave. "Not until you blow me!" Dick grabbed her head tightly and drew her face to his lap. "You've been teasing all day! Now suck me off!" Cindy was so hungry for this man! She didn't need to be told twice! She licked his cock along the thick vein and then twirled her tongue around the mushroom head. Dick groaned a hollow sound and ordered, "Suck me now! Take me into your throat!" Cindy gripped him with one hand, limiting how much would she would take and wildly sucked up and down on his thick manhood. She had dreamed about this many times and had sat with wet panties at work just thinking of how she'd do this. The juices from her moist mouth, lubricated his shaft as she worked faster and faster, her head bobbing up and down with her strokes. When she tasted his pre-cum, his hands gripped the back of her head and he started face fucking her, his hips raising up from his chair to fuck her harder! "Take it all!" he ordered, pulling her hand off the shaft and forcing it deep into her throat, "I'm going to cum in your throat! Take all of my cock!" He worked fast, probably not used to anyone sucking his bone, let alone this hot babe from the office, and was soon shooting his load. She gagged a little, but her wasn't letting her up, "Swallow my cum! You sexy bitch! Swallow!" She swallowed his squirting cum and felt him finally release her head. She was so hot and really needed a fuck! She was rubbing her crotch with her fingers while she sucked Dick, and really needed a cock in her pussy! Her mouth slipped of him and he stood up, grabbing her under the arms and raising her at the same time. "My turn?" she whimpered, her one hand still rubbing her own crotch. "Your turn!" Dick worked at her belt and she joined in, "You really look like you need something!" Dick helped slide her jeans down. "I need a fuck!" she gasped, "I need a fuck real bad!" Cindy kicked off her shoes and her jeans. Dick turned her around and had her lean forward, her hands on the arms of one of the chairs in his office. He rubbed her soaking pussy through her little white panties, "My God, your panties are soaked!" "I told you I need a fuck!" she glanced back and started rubbing herself too Dick pushed her panties aside with his fingers, pushing two of them into the wanting folds of her wetness, "You are so hot!", Dick teased, "You are so wet!" Dick leaned forward and the tip of his tongue flicked the flesh of her wet pussy. "Fuck me!" she groaned, "Please fuck me!" Dick guided his cock to her lips and pushed inside her, Cindy's fingers and his, adding to the workout she was receiving. Dick started a back and forth motion, his cock moving easily into her well lubricated love nest. Cindy gasped a few soft words and put her head down on the seat of the chair. Dick now grabbed her hips and pounded her as hard as he could. He rammed harder and harder, forcing her face deeper in the chair. Dick didn't last long, shooting his load while Cindy fingered herself to finish her orgasm. Dick pulled out and headed for the bathroom. Cindy got dressed, still ready for more screwing, and left. "I should have started this earlier in the week," she laughed. "I might have gotten a lot of sex by now!" She had talked to her mother earlier and arrangements were made for Amber to spend the night with a friend and Cindy and her mother went to the VFW for dinner and drinks. Cindy had been there many times before with her mother and also with her husband. Gene snapped at her the last time they went there and accused Cindy of teasing some guy. She told him to "take a chill pill". She claimed she wasn't, but was doing just that. After they finished dinner, she saw the man again and started to melt just looking at him, a fine specimen of man. Piercing, knowing eyes, square-set jaw, finely chiseled features framed with just enough salt and pepper hair to give a wiser, sophisticated handsome quality. She liked men who were older than her, thinking that if she'd ever go to bed with a guy, she didn't want to have to teach him, too. Without knowing why, she immediately trusted this stranger, and yet there was something dangerously mysterious about him. She was horny and wanted this man who was walking towards them! She couldn't take her eyes off him! She thought of ways he would fuck her! Her fantasy was making her hot, and she could feel moistness between her legs. She had changed her panties, the others were completely soaked, and put on a striped tube top and left her bra at home. She added a black blazer to add a little class but was only thinking of sex now! He walked over to them and started talking to her mom. It turned out that Cindy's mom knew the guy and their conversation of how is so and so, continued while Cindy stared at him. He was introduced to Cindy as Carl and she was obviously interested in every word he said. God, she craved this man! Strong hands. Exploring fingers. A pulsing cock plunging so deep inside, she would feel it in her pussy. She wanted to fuck him right here! Cindy needed some action and excused herself to go to the bathroom. She thought she'd better relieve some pressure before she jumped the guy on the table. Carl excused himself and followed soon after. Cindy found the bathroom too crowded to be able to masturbate and thought about going outside. Without concern for anyone watching, she slipped out the back door and over among the vast lot of parked cars. She found a dark area and started rubbing her crotch hard with her fingertips. She moaned and knew she needed to get her pants down and her fingers inside her pussy! "Need some help?" Carl came out of the shadows to her. "You need to be touched, don't you, baby?" He cooed in a sensual whisper. "You want your body to be tormented with warm hands and long probing fingers, don't you, hot lady?" She responded with a soft moan – unable to speak, or move. He slid his thumbs inside the top of her tube top and pulled it down, "I think your nipples need attention first," he leaded forward and took them in his mouth, one at a time, gently rolling them with his lips and then a gentle bite on the hard nipple. She moaned softly, her hands rubbing the back of his head. His hands now slipped inside her blazer and around to the silkiness of the skin on her back. His hands then moved lower, cupping her ass and pulling her tight and fast to him. His mouth now covering hers. She tasted sweet, fragrance of hot sex, now overpowering their bottled fragrances. She smelled delicious enough to eat. She was surprised at her own responses. She was overwhelmed with his power. She was enjoying being a slut! God it felt good! She knew all too well how good she felt when her lips were kissed – how sensual it felt to have her breasts massaged, nipples pulled by deliberate fingers. She had learned how to lose her mind to fantasy and was drifting into one right now! While her thighs were opened and explored, and then, just when she felt ready to scream with passion , fingers would be replaced with a man's cock, gently inside her, slowly in and out, deeper, she fertilized, her juices replenished by his sticky cum. And now without any warning, he snapped at her, his tone completely changed, and she flinched as she heard "Tell me what you want, bitch. Tell me how you want to be fucked." She had the urge to suck his cock, swirl her tongue wetly around the silky pink head, "Fuck my mouth," she answered without hesitation. "I'll fuck your throat for you, my sweet little bitch. I'll stick my hard cock down so deep that you will feel it in your hot cunt," he hissed, pinching at both nipples with thumbs and forefingers as he pushed her to her knees. He straddled her face. He opened his pants and pulled down his boxer shorts. His long, thick cock was poised over wet lips, tracing them. Her tongue darted out, licking furiously, hungrily, her lips smacking as she wet the pulsing head with her desire. Her mouth was warm as he shoved in and out, he couldn't believe how good she felt as she ran her tongue expertly up and down, then around, his engorged shaft against the roof of her mouth, then the back of her throat. He felt pre-cum escape his cock, and the movement of muscles as she sucked, He pictured his juices sliding down her throat to her pussy and the thought made him want to finger-fuck her until she begged for the real thing. He pulled out of her lips before he came, She wildly thrashed her head side to side in objection, searching for him, "Let me suck you!" Grasping soft hair, he jerked her head, stretching her neck backward. "What do you want now, bitch? Do you want a hard cock?" he groaned, "This big cock is going to fuck you, bitch," he warned. He lifted her and pressed her back against the front of a van and grabbed at her black jeans, opening them and then pulling them down. "Such tiny little panties you wear," His fingers slipped past the silk garment. Cindy bit her lower lip and tossed her head back, gasping in disbelief. She wanted this forbidden fuck so bad! Carl pushed her jeans down to her ankles, pulled off her sandals, and slipped her pants off. He pushed her backward against the front of a van and she braced herself on the hood as he reached down and pushed her soft thighs apart, exposing the tender flesh between them. Her labia felt tightly closed, wetness glistening at the thin middle split. He spread them gently with his fingers, inserting one at a time, the hot cave closing in as he explored further. She was so hot with desire. She wanted him to fuck her so badly. He knelt in front of her and buried his face in her soft fuzzy mound, his tongue stabbing at the folds of her wet pussy. His two fingers worked probing and jabbing, his tongue lapping her wetness. He had managed to stimulate her in the right places. God she was hot and ready to explode! He sensed this and eased to a standing position. He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around, facing the hood of the van. He again worked her folds and brought the head of his cock to her pussy. He glanced down and watched as it slowly disappeared into her wetness. Then he pushed the thick shaft deep, forcing it in as far as he could. Cindy almost screamed a gasping moan as he rammed her harder and faster. She grabbed at the hood to hang on, his six foot frame lifting her five foot four body when he banged inside her. He could see her face flush, her mouth slightly open. Her head tossing back and forth. Finally, his cock was banging her so hard, his balls were slapping against her tiny ass-hole. Cindy cried out again and Carl groaned a long low moan, his cock twitching inside her. She felt the cum splashing the walls inside her body. God she loved this! In what seemed like only a minute, he had pulled out and left her flat against the hood of the van. She re-gained her composure and joined her mother. God she loved being a slut!