3 comments/ 29148 views/ 19 favorites Cat's Dream Cum True By: Shadoleopard Prestory warning, disclaimers, and dedication first. This story is for adults only. Whatever age your region deems to be old enough to view smut(adult material of a sexual nature), please be that age, at minimum, or come back later. This is written as a present for my great friend Catherine, a gorgeous, intelligent, fun, extremely submissive, cumhungry, petite, cuddleslut, redhead exhibitionist, who is into a lot of fetishes some label offensive or extreme while others love. This is not necessarily my usual fare, but it is hers. Especially since she is an exhibitionist slut, feel free to spread it around the web. However, it –is- solely my work and property, so please give credit as to the author and where you got it. Please do not downrate because you don't care for the content involved. Judge it for the quality of the content. So for fair warning: This story/potential series will likely involve, or involves, Catherine's biggest turn-ons, and one or a few of mine: oral(loooootssss of oral), anal, watersports, impregnation, public sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mff, mf, mfm, tentacle cocks, bukkake, atm, ptm, cumswapping, orgasm denial, forced orgasms, toys, large insertions, snowballing, multiple penetrations, dpp, dap, mutant multicocked otherwise normal guy one-man-gangbang, gangbang, BDSM, very rough sex (greatly enjoyed by all parties involved), reluctance, and the kinkiest fetish of all... romance. The night is quiet, the sky clear and beautiful as the stars twinkle, the full moon giving a soft, luminescent glow to everything. The 5' 1" tall redhead passing through the slightly chill, breezy night air barely notices this beauty, unlike most nights, though the rest of the world certainly takes note of the almost ethereal beauty and sensuality of her form. Her low cut, high hemmed black silk dress molds to her short, lithe body with every playful gust of wind; and is highlighted in every bar of revealing moonlight. This emphasizes her perky, firm, large handful C cup tits, long shapely legs, and firm, heart shaped ass; while the shimmering black material acts as a perfect contrast to her pale, lightly freckled skin. She is a bit pensive, lost in thought. She doesn't feel the usual thrill and excitement she usually experiences when she notices the whistled and ogling appreciation of her sexiness shown by the men and women she passes. The fact just worsens her mood as she sees the repeated brief looks before each and every set of eyes return to those of the dates they are with. On February Fourteenth, Valentine's day, when she should be giddy with excitement, need, planning to seduce and tease her chosen until she is raw, sore, sated, and barely still able to grin and beg for more when she sees the feral look return to his eyes as they cuddle... she is instead alone, in the cold, headed to Lover's Nook with no real expectation but a few cold ones and her vibrator when she gets home. "Hey Red.", is the first thing that penetrates the fog enough to make her smile, even if only briefly. Her face lights up as the deep, warm, distracted voice of the bar's friendly doorman and bouncer, Johnny, greets her. She grins for a moment when she follows his gaze and sees what Johnny's hungry gaze is focused on: a man with an amazing, muscular ass, bending to retie his shoe. Her steps are lighter and bouncier as she steps over to get a big bear hug from the large, extremely muscled, and well-dressed man whose dark complexion and deep grey suit allow him to blend into the shadow of his recessed post easily. They chat a minute or three before Red goes on her way, raising two fingers to Sadie, the big-titted blonde owner and bartender of the cozy, dimly lit spot known only to the locals of Myrtle Beach that is usually fairly full. Once she sees Sadie nod, Red moves towards her usual section, one not too far from the bar, dartboard, pool table, bathroom, or small dance area, that is filled with cozy nooks and booths where small parties can freely mix and mingle with a bit of privacy. She returns to her thoughts, eyes lowered; thus not noticing the man that lounges in a booth a little behind her favorite spot in the deep shadows of the corner. It has a great view of the entire bar, including the walking wet dream's booth. It is forgivable, for like Johnny, he has that predatory air and grace, as well as an ability to blend in and be unseen, though his lithe, tall, lightly tanned frame, personality, and sexual orientation are far different from the ebullient, gay, ebony bodybuilder. He also has a few gifts that make hiding in plain sight, as well as sensing others, easier, among other things. He senses some things strongly, others less so, though it is always strongerr when he is concentrating. His eyes are drawn up from his glass by the discord, jasmine, and disappointment wafting in his direction. He becomes achingly erect when his stormy blue eyes catch sight of her bending to slide into her booth. It gives him a perfect view of her flexing, high heel-clad feet and bared legs, her squeezable full ass, and yankably long, silky, wavy, copper hair. He takes a long draught of his Long Island Iced Tea and a deep, quiet, calming breath, tasting her scent with all his senses while waiting, watching, wondering, and fantasizing a bit. He doesn't have too long to wait before things get even more intriguing. A 6'1" tall, bubbly, bouncy, bombshell beauty sways up to Red's table, wearing a tight fitting leather vest, pants, and black cowboy boots that perfectly compliment her raven tresses and deeply bronzed complexion. She leans in, giving her best friend a tight hug that mashes her burgeoning brabuster tits against her friend's smaller handfuls, while her full lips brush one pale cheek then the other before her lips part and her honeyed drawl dances over his ears. "Hey Cat! Why you lookin so glum? Gorgeous night, you look gorgeous, the Nook is hoppin'. It's Valentine's Day! You know that means your always InHeat ass is gonna get wined, dined, and fucked raw by that cute thang you managed to wrangle a bit back! He come up fer air yet? Speakin of... Where's Tom-? Oh..." A few slightly odd things she has noticed over the last few weeks click together in her head with her friends upset visage. "Oh, dayum..." She kisses Cat's forehead then says, "It's okay, talk to me sugar. You know I'll always listen." Red nods her thanks as Sadie drops off their tall drinks, before replying, letting her watcher hear her voice for the first time. It is soft, husky, unmistakably southern, and is like music to his ears. "Hi to you too 'Beth. Yep. He seemed so great and promising. Popped wood in the elevator we were pressed together in when we met for the first time. Just my type, tall, lithe, muscular but not musclebound, well dressed, and pretty hung, but when I got him into bed, he was a total dud." His eyes arch as the ex's deficiencies flow through her thoughts. He wouldn't ever think to pull her hair, use cuffs, or use that cute restraint system Beth got her for Christmas... She shakes her head. "I suppose I should've figured when he said no to ramming my pussy full and giving me the pleasure of suckling and licking the cum off of his slowly softening, sensitive cock and balls." The hunger emanating from her floods over him. He –knows- she craved nothing more than to have Tom's long, thick, cock forced down her throat as hard and fast as he could ram his hips, coating the insides of her mouth and throat with both of their cum; delighting her tongue and submissive streak. She takes a slug of her drink, then grimaces before continuing. "He tells me this morning, as I'm about to tell him I've got an extra special present for him, "We just aren't compatible. You're just too wild for me." Can you believe it? I wonder if it was because I grabbed his cock in the movie theatre last night. There was only a coupla people way in the front. We were in the back row." The movie, and thought of the risk, had gotten her so aching and dripping that she decided to take the opportunity. "I thought that was why he brought me, to get me all needy and fuck me silly. I was wrong. I need to find a tall, dark, handsome guy that gets rock hard in a heartbeat and rams his thick twitching cock into me before I can get onto his his lap." The raven-locked female clucks sympathetically, commiserating. "I know babe, I know. I lucked out with Simon. I can swallow his load as a wakeup call. I get a hot creamy reward in my quim before he goes to work any morning I want, and a rough breeding or two in the evening and before sleep are almost guaranteed. My day just isn't the same without them, -and- he finds the best toys and playmates." The man's eye narrow thoughtfully, nostrils flaring as his muscles unconsciously clench. Images of him shoving the pair onto the tabletop keep flashing across his vision, each one involving different positions and toys. His breathing grows shallow, rapid, and strained when the thought of both suckling his cock meat crosses his mind, their tongues fighting over each bead of precum they milk from him as their lips move up and down. His heartbeat quickens when he hears Red's gorgeous, husky voice again. 'Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever find –my- Prince Charming. It is so hard to find a worthy guy these days." He shakes his head as he sees images, tinted with regret and yearning, passing through her mind. They never seem to be able to cum more than once or twice a day. She hasn't found even one willing to love, dominate, -and- humiliate her as she so badly needs. She still hasn't found one willing to let his friends gangbang her, or take her out to dinner with his cum plastering her face and tits, the delicious taste coating her tongue and throat. She looks at her friend, exasperation in her voice. "Is it really too much to ask for two cocks to be shoved into my pussy at the same time? Or to get to experience a cock every way possible, all at the same time?" Her nipples harden as she thinks about those experiences, the large, pink nubs stretching her dress' material even tighter. His own thoughts are overwhelmed, drawn into her fantasy, as images of cock shoved into her ass, quim, and mouth flood into hers. Other cocks pound into her fists, one forced between the arches of her closed feet, more using her hair like panties to stroke their cocks to orgasm, and/or use it to clean them off. They spray cum and urine into and onto every part of her body. He is able to focus again a few minutes later, just in time to hear "I'd never complain if I could find a man who wanted to fuck me all the time, or got cum in my hair a lot. I might even thank a deity or three, but I'm starting to think he doesn't exist." She sighs, taking another sip of her Screwdriver as she leans into her friend's hug, enjoying the soft, comforting warmth of her presence, while wistfully daydreaming about being marked by a mate with teeth, hands, nails, lips, cum, and piss, when and where ever they want. "I can't even find one who will wake me up by pinning me to the bed to ravish me awake because he can no longer resist brutally shoving into my still wet fuck hole in one deep thrust." "Mmmhmmm girl. I love being held safe, happy, and protected in Simon's muscular arms. There's something about being surrounded by him, and waking up to him pistoning my cunt til his balls are wrung dry..." Cat drifts off into fantasy a moment. The image is so intense that her voyeur is pulled into it completely. Both love the thought of forcing her awake to sate his need in her pussy, not letting her clean up so her day starts with a creamy filling, feeling their cum run down her thighs as she makes breakfast, and he can start his day going off to work grinning with a fully sated cock, or just leaving her in bed knowing his slut is equally content, ass still up on a pillow as he ordered, using her fingers and tongue to catch and lap up any droplets of cum that might escape her freshly defiled little cunt before she is allowed to roll over and get back to sleep. The man's rumbling growl of need at this revelation of her desires is quiet enough to go unheard, but Sadie, who happens to catch the expression on his face as she looks up and around to see if anyone needs a refill, feels a shock of fear and arousal run through her body, leaving her trembling a moment. She has known the man for years and never seen him with such blatant lust, such hunger, suffusing his being so thoroughly. He is always so controlled, such a perfect gentleman. Her pussy dampens, her nipples and clit swell as she wonders what is passing through his mind, wishing she was the lucky bitch that was going to be on the receiving end of whatever was going on in his head. She is sure from that look that some female is going to have a great Valentine's night. She decides to keep an eye on things. She knows he is single. She finds herself thinking "Damn it Krys. I just might have to finally try to get you upstairs some night. Maybe a few nights." He sees nothing but the two women a few yards from him on their table. He sees them with Red's dress hiked, her lack of panties leaving her bare quim to his gaze, touch, and cock while her best friend is on her hands and knees above her with her vest ripped open and her pants hanging off one knee, begging to lap his shaft on every stroke in and out of Red's quim while shoving her pussy into her friend's eager mouth. The petite beauty licks and suckles the pussy that needily grinds against her mouth, which rewards every long flick of Red's tongue to her clit with her dripping honey. They all know Red is about to be rammed full of cock cream in front of the whole bar crowd then licked clean by the woman that is like a sister to her, has no choice in the matter, and couldn't be more turned on. Meanwhile, Red shakes her head and forces the depressing thoughts from her mind for the evening. She is out with her best friend and they are going to have a good damned time. "I'm starting to wonder if it might be hopeless. I'm not letting it ruin our night though. I told you I'd keep you company since Simon has to work a few hours, and I promised you some fun!" The gentleman continues to sit quietly, his intent gaze unnoticed by the beauties. He quietly and contentedly sips his drink, occasionally pulling the vape from his pocket and toking up unobtrusively. After all, these two gorgeous women always feel watched, particularly in a place like this. They invite it, and seem to feed off it. They alternate between talking, dancing with all who approach when they hit the small dance floor for songs they love, and playing a bit of pool. Several men and a few women approach them, but none seem to click, and eventually wander off. His suit feels ever tighter as the night goes on, his attention only taken occasionally from their forms when Sadie comes up to ask if he's ready for a refill, or something to munch on. He notes a slight difference in her interactions with him. Her hips sashay, she seems to flirt, and he'd swear her tits are bouncing just a lil more than usual, just to catch his eye. His eyes widen as her thought hits him. They'd always been fairly platonically friendly he thought. She was one of the few people he could never read very well at all. He was kinda quiet, reserved, and almost seemed to be shy at times. Sadie rarely mixed business and pleasure, though they had shared more than a few drinks and war stories over the few years he had been hitting the Nook. Since the widening and momentary shock happen while he is looking at her tits, he is caught, but when his eyes dart up to gauge her reaction, she has a twinkle in her eyes and says, "Thanks Krys", before moving off as the bar gets busy again. –Definitely- more sway than normal, and she was pressing her tits together with her arms just before she turned away, showing just how nice a place they'd create for a rampant cock to blow a thick, creamy load of seed. He files the information away, the thought making his already developing case of blue balls worse, then returns his attention to the woman that has had his attention since she walked in. The pair are the last two to leave, after shooting the shit with Sadie a bit. Red steps out to head home while her friend uses the bathroom, waiting on her squeeze to come for her. He quickly and quietly catches up to her, shadowing her steps from a safe distance behind her as she moves through the shadows of the side of the Nook, making sure she doesn't notice him or suspect a thing, and that there are no threats before she gets to the better lit part of the street. She is momentarily shocked as she gets to a cross alley that runs behind the Nook's large industrial building, because she suddenly feels a calloused hand securely covering her mouth and positioned in such a way his arms pins her to his body and rub her sensitive nipples, while her crotch is suddenly cupped and yanked backwards, forcing her ass against a very hard, very large male package. His scent enfolds her like his arms. It is musky, slightly spicy, clean, and all male. He smells delicious. All this processes even as she is moving to dislodge him with a kick to his balls and a headbutt. Unfortunately for her, he anticipated her resistance and positioned his legs to foil her genital attack while using his long reach to keep his face safe. Her attempted strike exposes her throat. His head darts forward, teeth nipping the delicate pale flesh just above where her collarbone and the side of her throat meet. He bites, suckles, and tastes hungrily, leaving marks that will last for days. A low, pleased, feral, sexy growl rasps across her ears as she feels his teeth sink in. She instinctively knows it is one of intense pleasure, possession. That certainty increases the pleasure and pain of the quick bite lancing through her body. The whole time, he is moving her with him into the deepest shadows of the Nook's delivery area, and pushing her up close to the wall, his legs still within hers so she will find it very hard to kick back at him. While she is still trying to find a way out of his grip and deal with the effects of his very possessive and pleasurable bite, she hears the smokiest, sexiest, need filled voice she has ever heard saying, "If you don't fight, you won't get injured. You'll get exactly what a lil cock worshipping fuckslut like you needs. If you struggle too much I can't promise you anything." His grip tightens to the point she cannot squirm or moan when they faintly hear a few doors open and shut, and the voice of Sadie saying goodbye to Beth and her boyfriend before the three drive away. "The last people who could help you just left. I swear you won't get anything from me, except maybe pregnant, so just enjoy it. Don't try to scream for help or fight, understand? I won't get really mean unless you make me... Or if you beg for me to like a proper, desperate, cumdump. Well, can I remove my hand so we both enjoy this even more?" She absorbs his words quickly, noticing he doesn't say she won't be hurt, only that she won't be injured. The small bite mark that still throbs from his rough marking emphasizes that difference, just as the fingers between her thighs rubbing and grinding her womanhood through her dress, combined with the hard mass of flesh behind her, tells her what "this" is. She is going to be fucked. She wants to think raped, her mind insists upon it, but her drooling cunt says otherwise. She finds herself humiliatingly aroused by the way this stranger is treating her, the things he is calling her, the way he is taking what he needs and not giving her a chance to deny him, only making her decide how rough her breeding shall be. She feels her wetness slicking her inner thighs. Her nipples feel like diamonds, harder and more sensitive than ever before. Every time either of their bodies shift position, her nipples rub against the silk of her dress, and through the thin material, his somewhat rougher suit and the corded muscle of his flesh beneath. Cat's Dream Cum True She has no idea who it is. All she can tell is he is taller than her, fairly lithe, toned, with what feels like an enormous cock, and the sexiest voice she has ever heard. He is demanding she acquiesce, to allow him to fulfill one of her deepest needs while forcing her to take a few huge risks. She wonders if he can feel just how eagerly her body is begging for what he is saying he plans to force on her. The scent of aroused female is thick in her panted breaths, so she knows he must be able to detect that, and every rub of his fingers slides damp silk against her engorged clit. She becomes certain of it when she hears his sharp intake of breath, and then a painfully aroused growl. She knows she should keep fighting, should say no, but, oddly, she finds herself not wanting to. If nothing else, she tries to justify it to herself, it will get him to blow and get her on her way faster if she says yes, and she doesn't want to take a chance of being really hurt. He might even be a good fuck. There is something about the precision of his commands, the way he bites and mauls that give equal parts pleasure and pain, the way his maleness throbs when a little moan escapes her throat while he awaits her answer, that shows utmost control, pure, feral need... and is driving her wild. Besides which, it isn't like she had a boyfriend to be faithful to any more, and she was lamenting the lack of a rough fuck in her near future. She nods meekly to show her agreement, after her moment's thoughts. What's more, she arches against him, her hips wriggling against his so her full ass and pussy massage his crotch. Her lips part enough for her tongue to extend, flicking against his finger almost unconsciously, showing him just how happy she is to submit to him. The actions mirror the desires he feels emanating from her. If not for that he might've thought she was tricking him. She feels some of the tension in him relax even as he grinds against her harder. His hands move then, the one at her lips moving down to force its way beneath the neckline of her dress where he can finally pinch and roll her nipples. The hand that has been forcing her against his crotch, keeping her his prisoner and teasing her simultaneously, moves to her hemline, yanking the material up over the swell of her hips so her dripping cunt and winking asshole are exposed to his devouring gaze. "I knew it! Dirty lil cunt... Already dripping for me are we Gorgeous!? Don't worry, I'm going to give this cockhungry fuckhole everything it can handle and then some. You've been driving me nuts all fucking night. The loads I'm about to shove into you have been building for hours." Her reply is breathy, disbelieving, eager, and hesitant. "Load-zzz-?" A small orgasm ebbs through her body at the thought of finally being allowed to take more than one load, and it is offered by her rapist, whom she would have thought would want to slam a load into her as fast as he could before disappearing. Her reply is the sound of a zipper, then not one, but three wet spots against her ass. She now feels the grinding pressure of his maleness clearly, and knows why she thought he was so big, though she can hardly believe what she feels. How can there be three cocks pressing into her? He purrs in her ear, "Mhmm, I'm not like most guys. I cum a lot, and my balls never seem to be wrung dry... At least no one has been able to drain them yet, and I'm multiorgasmic like a female. I can cum, and cum, and cum. I hope you didn't have plans for the next few hours. I did promise you exactly what a fucktoy like you needs. Cock and cum in every fucking hole, all over your gorgeous body. Before I'm done, you just might wish you'd been passed around a frat house instead, because that is not all. You aren't hallucinating." The pressure against her cheeks subsides, but then she feels the fat heads pressing against her clit, labia, and his shaft grinding between her ass cheeks. "There is a cock now grinding against your clit, poking your gorgeous cunthole, and hotdogging this perfect ass all at the same time. I can never let them out. They freak most bitches out, but you, you little nutslut... After what you've been thinking all night... by the time I'm done... I bet you'll be begging for more and mercy at the same time. You want a bunch of loads from several cocks at once... I'm going to give you all the fucking cock you can handle, with more cream than you've ever dreamed of." The warmth of his hand mauling her tits is replaced with a chill from the cool breeze, and a hint of fear, when she sees a knife appear at the bottom of her field of vision, swiftly rising to tear through her dress. She can't stop her gasp of fear and desire when the deadly blade's point traces delicately over her tits, flicking against her nipples. It distracts her from his words until she feels the cocks nudging her move. She isn't given time to process that the man she is about to be ravished by isn't normal. The cock at her cunt suddenly surges forward, parting her labia and drives into her, forcing the tight muscular ring wide, not stopping until it reaches as deep as possible; while the several inch length of his lowest cock grinds roughly along her clit. The movement is accompanied by a sound ripped from his throat that makes her melt. It is filled with such intense pleasure. Then the cock inside her begins to expand. She clamps down on him, pussy rippling, pleasure crashing through her in waves as she finds herself quickly becoming more full than she has ever been before. Her sound of amazement is cut off by his uppermost cock, the base of which is still moving between her ass cheeks, shoving into her mouth so all she can do is writhe in his grasp and take him however he wants to slam into her. Without thinking, her lips purse, sucking hard on the cock already drooling pre on her tongue. He is thick, warm, and slightly salty. She has always loved sucking cock, and he has a delicious prick. Hearing "Oh fuck yes. You have such great cock sleeves. Suck my cock. You'd better get it nice and wet. It is getting shoved into your ass." intensifies her pleasure and makes her suck harder, try to take him deeper into her throat and not worry about the fact she feels his hard length wrapped over her hip, caressing along her stomach, and stroking between her tits as it forces its way as deep in her throat as she can take. He barely pulls back when she begins to gasp and gag, then forces his way into her throat again. Each prick appears to be prehensile and able to lengthen, shorten, expand, and contract like certain tentacle monsters of myth, and they do so quite eagerly for several minutes. She can worry about what the hell he is after. Right now she only wants to focus on the fact she is finally being taken, forced and allowed to pleasure more cock than she has ever had at one time before. Every inch rubbing along and in her makes her that much wetter. Every thrust of his hips makes the flared ridge of his cockhead grind her bitch button just right, wriggling back and forth. The cock in her mouth suddenly pulls out of her throat, allowing her a few ragged breaths. She whimpers, disappointed, trying to lean forward and take it back, her tongue lapping the last bead of pre she can reach before it is out of range. Her mouth isn't left wanting for too long at least. Even as the now slick cock retreats, the cock at her clit elongates. She looks down, amazed as she watches its slit expand, a golden flow starting to pour from it while it lunges for her face. An orgasm rips through her when hot piss begins to spray all over her stomach, tits, the base of her throat, then coats her chin and tongue on its way to pour into her mouth, marking her with his scent thoroughly, then flooding down her throat when his massive cock shoves through her lips, over her tongue, and then her tonsils in a breath stealing rush. It is something she has dreamed of for years and is finally happening, in a way she never would have even dreamed. Her body thrashes in his grasp, her throat convulsively gulping down the golden flow. The massaging action makes damned certain she gets every drop. His nails rake over her nipples, spreading the warm wetness around and enjoying the gentle release as he growls in her ear, "You'd better not lose a fucking drop. Such a filthy masochistic slut.... Cumming so fast, so hard, just from being raped and pissed on for the first time. I've never pissed all over a cunt, let alone down her throat before, but god damn, I think I might have to do that again soon, and frequently. I think I'm going to have to shove a few loads of cum into you first though." He smacks her ass and spreads her cheeks wide. He spits on her asshole for extra lube, before slowly worming his thumb inside her remaining virgin hole. "Shit but you're tight. I bet you haven't taken a cock in this hole for a while." He grins when the thought that the only thing she's had there before was a toy much smaller than the cock her throat lubricated, and had not used even that in a while, goes through her head in response to his comment. The regret that her boyfriend had not accepted her offer shines through briefly, but it is replaced by a flood of hesitant curiosity and desire. She knows her stretching is going to be painful, but if the rest of the experience so far is any indication, intensely pleasurable as well. The thought of being the first man to take her that way makes him want to fuck her ass even more. He has never had an anal virgin before. He tangles his hand in her hair, yanking it to the side so he can see her face. He wants to savor her expressions, her emotions, the pain and pleasure and humiliation he feels to her core, focus on it. The cock in her throat and pussy slow to almost a complete stop, as his third cock rears up, like a snake ready to strike, then dives forward. She tries to relax, but the cock in her pussy is already stretching her pretty tight. She feels him press against her tight, virgin hole insistently. His thumb loosened and lubricated her a bit, but he is still attempting to force a very large appendage into a very tight hole. It hurts, but she makes herself relax, focusing on the intense pleasure of being stretched and filled so completely. He slowly inches inward, both groaning softly when her rectum finally snaps tightly around his shaft just behind his cock head, losing her final virginity. He continues his slow shove forward, not stopping until his hips are flush against her ass, luxuriating in the feeling of having all his cocks buried in tight, wet female for the first time in so very long. She can't believe it. Here she is in an alley, stuffed full of cock and cumming harder than she ever has before. She has finally lost her anal virginity. She has a cock in every hole and fucking her tits at the same time. It is one guy, one rapist, filling her so full, pleasuring her so intently and intensely. Then, without the rest of him moving at all, his cocks begin to squirm inside her, and her orgasm redoubles. She feels her entire body seize up. The pleasure is so intense it is pain, and goes on for several minutes. The last thing she sees is her pleasure and need mirrored in his stormy blue eyes before she blacks out. Consciousness returns slowly. At first she isn't sure what is going on, where she is. All she knows is she is achingly full, the world seems to be moving, and her eyelids feel too heavy to lift. Then she realizes it is she who is moving, and something is moving inside her, several things in fact. As these facts penetrate the fog, so too do the pleasure and pain. Then the realization she is being fucked brutally finally registers. It takes a few moments, but the cocks violating her and pleasuring her bring it all back. A particularly hard, deep, thrust into her pussy makes her squirm, eyes shooting wide and staring into his as she manages to impale herself deeper on his cock. He is mostly in shadow, but she can, in the faint light, see his gleaming blue eyes and the feralness of his grin. The shock, hunger, pain, and pleasure in her eyes when they open is too much for him. His cocks spasm and swell even further in her. "Nnnn Cat..." She has no time to wonder how he knows her name or protest that she doesn't want to be bred. She can only stare into his eyes, her body milking him as his pricks swell. Her pussy is the first to be blasted. She doesn't have time to worry about the fact that she is fertile, that every other male allowed in her has worn a condom because she is allergic to the pill. Her mind is swept away on the pleasure of three cocks filling her almost simultaneously with cum, sending her into orgasm once more. The cock in her cunt is pressed against her cervix, the blasts filling her feel pressurized, and have nowhere to go but deep within her since his cocks are already filling her to capacity. Her guts suddenly feel warm as his seed jets into her ass. His writhing, jerking shafts rub the sensitive wall between her ass and pussy unbearably. The cock shoved into her throat sprays its first few shots there, but before it is totally empty pulls back a bit to spray all over her tongue and let the last few dribbles spray over her face, a few stripes painting her cheeks and lips. She is barraged by so much cum, so much sensation, she can barely cope. The flow slowly abates, until she feels the last few drops oozing into her abused orifices, his cocks resting inside her and against her lips. Without conscious thought, the tip of her tongue flicks rhythmically across his head to get the last pearly drops. Just as she thinks she might get a momentary rest, or that his promise of hours was an idle threat, her sphincter and vaginal muscles clamp down rhythmically on his two now overly sensitized cocks from the aftershocks of her own pleasure, and she feels the cock in her ass, begin firing again. As the fifth hot surge pumps into her she feels his cocks do something else they shouldn't be able to again, wriggling and thrashing like snakes, pleasuring her in ways no cock ever has before. "Mmmmm, squeezing me like that after cumming is so nice, isn't it? Feel that? You're making me fill your asshole with my piss. It just feels too good, too relaxing, not to. You've earned it too. Such a good cumslut. I've never felt my balls so drained just by one round of cumming. Don't worry though, I'm not done yet." His voice is still roughened by the feral need to rut into her; despite the edge being taken off. His cocks jab forward insistently again, each thrusting in complimentary alternating strokes. The rhythms change periodically so that his cocks fill her ass and mouth at the same time, then her pussy and mouth, the cock currently in her mouth periodically receding so his pre coats her tits with every jab between them, keeping his cock just long enough to barely peek through on his up strokes, and never completely leave the warm, smooth pressure of her compressed cleavage. He can't get over just how gorgeous she is, nor how much pleasure he is taking from her. It is like she was built to be sadistically fucked by him. It is as if their desires were merged, like he shared every filthy, depraved fantasy in her mind. Her moans of tortured bliss are music to his ears. He delights in each sound every bit as much as he delights in pumping into her. He is lost to the world, focusing only on Cat, losing track of time as the moon slowly moves across the sky. His thrusting begins to speed up again and he feels the familiar tightening at the base of his cock He slams into her throat one more time before retreating to her tits for the final time. She doesn't want to admit it to herself at first, but his feral grunts, his ragged breathing, and the equally humiliating and arousing words all increase her ardor. She finds herself proud she has so much control over him. The tone of his voice, the intensity with which he stares into her eyes, his groans, growls, and panting breath show her exactly how much he needs to be doing exactly what he is and informs the submissive masochist that she is greatly pleasing the male forcing her. They are as welcome to her ears as her responses are to him. Even more exciting, she has his bites bruising her skin marking her along with the piss and cum coating her inside and out to show just how much pleasure he has already taken from their encounter. She soon has to admit it to herself, even if she might still deny it if asked, at first anyway. She nearly begs when she feels him jerk and spasm between her tits, her only warning he is about to cum again. She asks, "Please... Get some on my nipples. Press against them hard and rub it in as you glaze my tits?" He grins and nods just before the pleasure floods through him. She watches intently, clamping down with her inner muscles and bringing her hands up to squeeze her tits around his cock even tighter, reveling in the fact his eyes roll up. She feels his cock throb wildly, swelling, then a hot spray in the valley between her tits. His cock quickly repositions itself so that his flared slit is pressed tight against her left nipple just before the next spurt barrels out of his cock. Trembles of pleasure run through her as she feels the slick, hot pressure blocking up against her nipple before his cum sprays past it and coats the rest of her tits. It just keeps coming as his cock moves back and forth. She feels like her chest is half plastered in cum by the time he is finished unloading on her tits. His cock shrinks rapidly, sliding over her stomach and pelvis once it is empty. This creates a constant slide against her clit for a few seconds, followed by his head grinding up and down along it slowly. Krys relaxes against her, catching his breath. He drinks her in as deeply as he can with every sense. Her breathing is loud and rough. She tastes salty and sweet when he leans down to lap a bead of her sweat off of her shoulder. The smell of her arousal is musky, primal, and mixed with the jasmine and lavender of her shampoo and perfume. Her ass is full and round, her quim so soft, slick, and tight. He realizes he is buried farther inside her than he has been able to shove himself into anyone before. His hips continue to rock as his nostrils flare. His hands move over her hips, ass, and sides. His nails rake along them. He leaves faint welts that make her trembling and twitching redouble. He is mesmerized by the shivers he sees run through her. He loves how she responds like a finely tuned instrument. Each touch, nip, stroke, plunge, and writhe gets a different response. They are a symphony to his senses. His nails circle her nipples then pinch down hard a moment. A shiver runs through him when he hears her quiet moan. He releases them in order to palm her tits. They are slick and warm from their recent bath. He would have thought running his hands through his piss and cum would bother him, but he finds he likes it, at least in part because he feels just how much she loves it. Her tits are perfect, just big enough to fill his hands with just enough room for his lips around her nipples and areolas. He captures her nipples between his fore and middle fingers while kneading her tits. He growls softly when she arches in pleasure-filled response. He feels her ass press tighter to his hips, driving his cockhead against her cervix hard enough to cause both some discomfort while forcing his hands to maul her tits harder. "You have perfect fucking tits. Just my type, a slim redheaded fucktoy. So sensitive, so responsive..." He trails off a moment, staring down where they are joined before looking back up into her eyes and saying with a teasing lilt, "Now it is time to give you the Shocker. Remember what you thought of earlier? You're welcome." Then the cock pleasing her clit rapidly contracts and wriggles between her stretched pussy lips with the cock already touching the entrance to her womb. He forces her poor pussy open even wider, inching the second cock deeper and deeper inside her. She yelps. She thought he had stretched her to capacity before, but she quickly realizes she was wrong. She finds out she can be stretched a bit more as the second cock expands, though her pussy begins to feel like it is going to break once it has reached an inch in diameter. He stops widening his cock and growls, the sound filled with feral satisfaction, when he sees the cum dripping from her turn to the lightest pink, and feels a sharp sting of pain go through her mind. He doesn't want to really hurt her. He wants to hurt her just enough and push her to her limits. Cat's Dream Cum True He gives her a few moments to adjust to having two cocks in her pussy with another shoved up her ass. While he does, he buries his face in her long wavy hair and nips the back of her neck beneath it. After a few moments his mouth moves to her ear. He nibbles the lobe sharply and says "I'd hate to deny you your oral addiction just to let you have two cocks in your pussy though." His left hand rises to her lips. He runs his fingertip along her lips while murmuring, "What gorgeous cocksucking lips you have too, though you look purtier with something in your mouth." He slides his middle finger into her mouth slowly. He enjoys the slight pain of her teeth closing on it, and enjoys her immediate teasing suckling even more. He chuckles, then concentrates a moment. His finger elongates and thickens, changing form and function to become a thick, veiny, fourth cock shoving into her body. Her surprise is almost nonexistent. At this point she expects almost anything from him. He has the pleasure of feeling her suckling his cock with zeal just a few moments after the transformation begins. She doesn't think about the impossibilities, only the taste of his precum coating her tongue once more and how impossibly, pleasurably, full she is. She feels like she is riding one long drawn out orgasm. Waves of pleasure lance through her rapidly, making his thrusts into her that much more pleasurable from her uncontrollably increased milking and massaging. His breathing is ragged and his next words are said between pants. "That wasn't all you wanted though, was it?" He grins at the sight of her eyes widening. His left ring and middle finger extend and change, becoming cocks identical to the one in her throat that find her clenched fists. His thumb and pinky change after. "Stroke them!" he demands peremptorily. She feels these newest cocks pushing into her curly mane and winding her silky locks around them, swiftly leaving trails of precum through them. She rubs her thumbs over the heads of his cocks, smearing the precum around before slowly stroking down each shaft a few inches. It isn't exactly what she had in mind earlier but it is eerily similar to her thoughts then, and the things he's been saying briefly break through her fog of wanton lust. Somehow he has heard her conversation and thoughts through most of the night. He has been her voyeur all night, and she has been his unknowing exhibitionist. She can't stop her scream, the sound muffled and turned into vibrations around her cock gag. Every muscle in her body seizes up as her biggest orgasm yet rips through her body. Her spasms lock him in place deep within her body, unable to move, but that is perfectly fine by him. He has never felt someone cum so hard before. Her pleasure rushes through him like a drug as it blasts out at him. His own need immediately spikes once more. It is so intense that he cums with her , adding to the cum in her belly, ass, and womb, as well as painting trails through her hair, while her hands, wrists, and hips get liberally striped. He pants against the back of her neck, his breathing ragged. His pulses in and on her fade slowly, his heart still beating rapidly, slowing in time with the spikes of their pleasure. His cock pulls from between her lips, leaving one last trail of cum to mark them, so that she can breathe. Her deathgrip on him allows her a chance to come down finally, her body falling a bit limply against him a moment, melting into him before she regains her ability to support herself. It also allows her to feel every pulse and throb against her. She can feel his harsh breathing, the pounding of his heart, the relaxation of his body against her after the onslaught of pleasure. She feels her muscles slowly relax, and then feels him shudder against her when a last ripple of pleasure running through her makes her pussy and ass muscles flutter around him. Her smile is very catty, self-satisfied, and a bit weak when she hears him mutter quietly, "Fuck, maybe hours was wrong for once. Never had someone cum so hard...Made me either. Never been so pulled into someone's head... Fucking sensitive." She isn't sure if he is talking about her, him, or both, but she gets a bit of an answer as she realizes she is relaxing against him, her full weight resting in his arms. This realization makes her plant her feet and straighten back up a bit, putting her hands against the side of the wall to help stabilize herself. This action makes her ripple along his lengths, and makes her ass push even more firmly against him for a moment. This elicits a low growl of pleasure, and for the first time, a hint of oversensitivity, a bit of pain intensifying his own pleasure. This redoubles her grin, and makes her teasingly grind and sway against him for a few moments, then slowly pulling off his length, since the grip of his hands at her waist have loosened, then sliding back firmly against him as she looks backwards up into his shadowed face, delighting in the fact she feels him shudder against her. She can see his eyes roll a moment. He holds her tightly to him after only few strokes. She smirks, a touch of a laugh in her voice as she says, "You're still so hard though, and you made a promise. I do believe it has only felt like an eternity of pleasure." Though, as she looks up over her shoulder at him, she realizes the moon has moved a good bit since their tryst started, and as the pleasure settles, just how sore, scratched, and bruised his attentions have left her. She is beginning to ache in a way that she knows will leave her sore for days. Her body has never been pushed to such a point, let alone for as long as he has been enjoying her. "Not that I should be encouraging my rapist to keep fucking me,. Especially one who has apparently been stalking me all night, and already filled me so full of cum I'm almost certainly pregnant." Her voice suggests that she is encouraging him, and doesn't much care if she should be or not. No one has ever dominated her or made her feel like that before. She finds herself wanting to know it will happen again. Maybe not right then, but soon. "Hey, I was just sitting there minding my own business when you came in sexy as hell, and started thinking all kinds of kinky thoughts, broadcasting them full blast into my head as you sat not five feet from me. Blame your exboyfriend? I think I now know how male cats feel with a Queen in Heat. Your thoughts, your need...drove me wild. I have not done something like this in a long time. Hell, I've never done anything exactly like this. You are one kinky woman. I just fulfilled your needs. Admittedly, I have taken advantage, and technically forced you... but as they say, you can't rape the willing. Most would have thought my comment was a threat, not a promise. As to continuing to fuck you, give me a minute or two and I'm sure we could whip up another load for you. Probably." Then he realizes just how long he has been immersed in her, fully exposed to the world. "Which is tempting, but... Staying here might not be the wisest idea. Not that anyone would believe this scene if they walked upon it." He protests, kneading her ass, one hand raising, then coming down on her left ass cheek, just hard enough to leave a light red handprint. Her eyes widen at that admission. She also blushes an even deeper shade of red and bites her lip. She thinks about the people who might've seen, even though she knows it is unlikely. What is more, she finds she does not want him to go. She does not want the night to end. She wants more of him, and to find out more about him. His comments about her ex make her think how lonely her apartment will be, and how the special gift she laid out for him will go to waste. She'll have to walk home alone, covered in his marks, his cum, his urine. The last part is exciting, but she'd much rather it not be alone. She'll have to put back the candles, the silk scarves, that cute little nightie she picked up, and all the rest of the things she had gotten prepared without using them first. She had gotten all primped, cleaned every bit and orifice of her body especially for the coming night. His eye brows arch, and she blushes crimson. He has at least part of an answer. She sees the whites of his teeth form into a more predatory grin, a gleam entering his eyes at the thought of exactly what she had prepared, and it makes her want to melt. His nails dig into her ass, almost enough to draw blood. She wonders what he might want to do as he slowly softens inside her and waits for her response. She thinks, and thinks hard, trying to decide what she wants to do, what she should do. She most certainly shouldn't bring him home, but maybe coffee and getting to know each other would not be bad. She couldn't ask her rapist to... If he'd want to...? She can't quite bring herself to say anything, hoping he'll do something, hoping he can read that as well. "I see. You never know... I might. Especially if you slipped into that black nightie when we got there. You certainly have great taste in gifts. They'd not be wasted if I had been in his place. He was a fucking moron. And yes. Bacon is very good. However, I would hate to violate your personal space twice in an evening. Even if you did love it. I do have some honor. Besides, even Queens should ask every now and again, or tell what they want. Guys aren't mind readers ya know." His body returns to normal, his cocks shrinking and becoming appendages once more with one last gasp of pleasure. He steps back a half pace, hands reluctantly releasing her, letting her choose her actions once more. She snorts at the last statement, and makes a decision quickly. It might be that part of the ache within her suddenly shifts from being too full to too empty. It might be that she has never been fucked like that. It might be a lot of things. She turns around and squats in front of him without warning. She takes first one cock coated in their cum, then the other, licking and suckling until they are clean before rising back up his body, lightly pushing at his broad chest until his face is exposed to the light. She looks up into it as she says with a sultry smile. "Fine, I want to go home and shower with you. Then slip into something more comfortable. I want you to fuck me. Repeatedly. I want you to use anything and everything I have set up to spend the night Dominating me into a warm, happy, puddle. I'd like to know your name. I'd love to wake up happy and warm in your embrace, get breakfast, and get to know you, see if maybe there is more than a hot night of sex. That is what I would like." He chuckles, one hand tangling in her hair swiftly, the other coming up to cradle her jaw and throat. He kisses her deeply, ravaging her mouth roughly, then looking down at her once more before saying, "I would be very, very happy with all that myself. I do like a female who is blunt, and listens well. I make a mean pancake, and I'd like to see more of you too." The pair quickly get themselves straightened out, then move back towards her place, only a few blocks away, walking hand in hand,, chatting and getting to know each other.