3 comments/ 26203 views/ 23 favorites Chasing Tail -- Neko Purr: Ch. 01 By: BunnyHart Chapter One Good Luck Kitty To my dear readers, comments are welcome and encouraged! Below is a short summary so you may discover if this story is relevant to your interests: Daisuke is an anime fan boy who wants to work in 'Tsuki no Sakura' anime megastore but is stuck working in the food court next door. He's single, clumsy, always tired and forever running late! One night, whilst drooling over anime merchandise he can't afford, Daisuke meets a blue-gray coloured cat that begins to trail him. In an attempt to get rid of it, he feeds it his left over lunch. The following morning Daisuke meets a beautiful young girl with blue-gray hair. She claims she is the cat he fed and is there to bring him good fortune. Activities of a sexual nature ensue ******************** My day started the same as any other. I'd shown up late for work because I'd slept through my alarm, my greasy boss (who was two years younger than me!) ranted on about the importance of punctuality in the workplace, I was told I wouldn't be paid for the hour I'd missed and was sent to work behind the counter to serve burgers in a ridiculous hat. The way my boss ranted on about time keeping and always having a smile was just wrong - he was probably trying to validate his sorry excuse for a job by treating our pathetic food court like it was the Ritz. We weren't even licensed to serve alcohol. I'd been working (if you can call it that) at the food court for almost a year now, ever since I finished college. It was dull, unfulfilling and by the end of every day I wanted to blow my brains out. I never had much ambition -- I was too absorbed in my hobby to have career prospects. Call me Daisuke Hino, anime fan! I was wild about anime; they call my kind of obsessive fandom 'otaku' in Japan. I think anime has been responsible for so many good things: Good TV, good video games, good merchandise...and, of course, good porn! My god, the porn was good. I'd never been into regular porn -- in all honesty, it grossed me out a little. Believe me; I didn't have a problem with sex or anything like that. In fact, I'd been spending the better half of my life trying to have sex (sadly to no avail). The first time I watched a porno was at my best friend's house. We were bored and he asked if I wanted to see something cool. Thinking he was going to produce a hovercraft of something to that effect, I said sure. The next thing I knew, we were watching 'Sex Trek: The Next Penetration'. I just didn't like the whole juicy camera shot, slutty girls up for all sorts, thing. I preferred Hentai (anime porn) because the girls were all so adorable and the sex scenes were better and had more of a story. I finished work at ten and made my way next door to 'Tuski no Sakura Anime Megastore'. If I had any career ambitions it would've been to work there. I'd have loved to have spent my day surrounded by anime collectables, think of the employee discount! Plus, upstairs they had their adult section which was a freaking dream come true for a guy like me. Unfortunately, I could never afford any merchandise and the store wasn't hiring any time soon. I stood looking in the shop window, dreaming of what it would be like to get my hands on a giant Kon plush toy, for almost fifteen minutes before heaving a sigh of defeat. The only light came from the shop window, it was a badly light street, so I didn't notice the little blue cat sat next to me. Of course, I tripped and fell flat on my face. My hands were grazed and bleeding but the devil creature seemed fine. Moreover, it mewed at me and began to follow me home. "Get lost." I growled, looking down at its little, heart shaped face. Its fur was a weird shade of blue-gray. I walked for three blocks with a pair of huge, green eyes following me. "Look, you've made me bleed, if you're after an apology it's just not going to happen." I laughed before turning to the animal. It began to rub up against my legs, which would've been cute had it not started playfully clawing at my shoelaces. I thought I could get rid of it by leaving it some food so I got out the remains of an outstandingly dull ham sandwich and shoved them under the cat's nose. Sure enough, it remained on the spot to finish off my mediocre lunch. It was the following morning when things took a turn for the weird. It was around half past six when I heard a strange scratching noise at my door. Living in a bedsit apartment meant there was little but a flight of stairs separating me and the outside world. It was at this time in my life I discovered how much of a sissy I actually was. I shot out of (pullout) bed and ran to my bathroom in the search for a weapon. I went for my razor but found I was physically shaking with fear resulting in my not being able to remove the protective cap. Brandishing the biggest utensil I could find (the toilet brush), and wondering why I didn't head for the kitchen area instead, I made for the door. I could still hear the ominous scratching, like someone was scraping my door with a blade, as I reached for the key. I don't know if I screamed or not as I shoved the door open and fell into the hallway. Smashing, I landed on my front -- a prime target for a knife fucking from a burly maniac. I awaited my untimely death with anticipation but found that, instead of shoving a machete into my anus, my attacker was nuzzling the back of my head. This time I knew I screamed as I jumped back to threaten the stranger with my toilet brush. "Good morning, nyaa." Cooed the cutest voice I'd ever heard. There was no balding mental institution escapee, instead there was a girl...a very innocent looking, very naked girl. This girl looked to be about nineteen, she wasn't very tall but you could sort of tell. She cocked her head to the side, a mass of long, blue-gray hair swishing with it, and met my eyes with her own. They were huge and green and she was staring at me with such intensity that I felt my heart slow. "Who are you?" I asked, attempting to swallow the new formed lump in my throat. "I don't have a name, master, I'm a stray." She said. Her eyed welled up in shame. "Stray? As in you don't have a home? And, you're naked!" I cried turning away to offer the girl some humility. A short introduction revealed this girl had been looking for me all night. She claimed she was the cat I fed my lunch to and she had resolved to bring me good fortune. She professed she was lucky and good luck would be bestowed upon anyone who gave her a name. In the midst of it all, I couldn't help think I'd read a comic similar to this. So all I had to do was give her a name? It sounded ridiculous, I know. But, when a naïvely adorable stranger randomly turns up at your door in the nude, you shouldn't really expect a straight answer. I let her into my apartment and gave her one of my shirts to wear whilst we pondered names together. "How about Sakura? It means cherry blossom." I suggested whilst yawning. The cat-girl shook her head. "I want a cat name not a human name..." She requested. I didn't know many cat names apart from 'Fluffy' and 'Tiger' but they were so generic. "How about Tama? It means 'ball' in Japanese" I informed. My guest cocked her head to the side again and after a few minutes she nodded. "Tama is nice. I'd like to be Tama. Thank you master!" She laughed diving on top of me. She nuzzled down into my chest as I, confusedly, tried to move under her weight. I wasn't used to having girls around and certainly wasn't used to any degree affection from them. I could feel her breasts heave through my shirt against my own chest. Her legs wrapped around my waist like she was clinging to my body for support. "T-Tama? Are you okay?" I asked. She looked me dead in the eye with a very serious expression for what seemed like forever. Then, she licked the tip of my nose. I woke up two and a half hours later practically suffocating because of the girl sleeping on my chest. This must've been the first time I'd ever woken up before my alarm went off. I rolled Tama onto the bed so I could head to the bathroom. I wasn't entirely sure how I was supposed to be handling this situation -- I figured I would have to play it by ear. As I turned her onto the bed my shirt rode up her legs revealing her pink pussy. It was clean shaven...nowhere on her body below the neck had an ounce of hair it seemed. Tama lay with her legs spread, I watched as her body slowly rose with every breath. A thousand thoughts raced through my head: 'She can't really be a cat, can she? This is so inappropriate. What if she catches me looking at her? She didn't seem to mind being naked in front of me. Am I really staring at a pussy's pussy?' I chuckled at the mental pun before retiring to the bathroom. When my alarm did, finally, go off Tama awoke. She caught me tying my shoe laces and asked me where I was going. "I've got to work today...what are you going to do?" I asked. Tama approached me and kneeled down to rest her head on my lap. "I will stay here and wait for master." She confirmed with the answer I suspected. I wasn't all too comfortable with the idea of a stranger being in my apartment but it wasn't like I had anything worth stealing. As I said goodbye I wondered if that was what it would be like to have a girlfriend to bid me farewell. All day at work Tama was on my mind. Who was she? Why did she, an insanely (emphasis on 'insane') beautiful girl, want to stay with me? I didn't believe for a second that she was a cat...maybe she'd just seen me with the cat and had gotten confused. Should I have taken her to a doctor or something? Maybe she had amnesia. Aside from having Tama on my brain, there had never been a day go by where I didn't think about anime. I was desperate for that Kon plushie and it was payday today. I rarely had money to spend on luxuries, everything went on bills. It was once in a blue moon where tips were so good they constituted as a worthy addition to a pay check. How I ended up with the accumulation of £20 was beyond me. Maybe Tama was lucky after all? I didn't ask questions, I just raced to next door after work. I'd been kicked out of the anime store so many times for window shopping that I wasn't allowed in unless I could prove I was going to buy something. I waved my £20 in the clerks face and told him I was defiantly going to buy the toy but took the opportunity to eye up the new stock whilst I was on the inside. After browsing the action figures and Gundam DVD's I made my way to the 'adult' section. I never bought porn, not when the internet was so rife with complimentary downloadables, but sometimes I'd be a bit stuck on what to search. The section was even more drool worthy than I remembered. Aside from a mammoth collection of hentai anime and manga, they sold some of the cutest and most innocent looking dildos I'd ever seen. I passed the shelves, amazed at all the sexual paraphernalia, and came across a mannequin sporting a sexy maid's outfit. It was short, ruffled, covered in lace and it came with its own stockings, garter and feather duster. I imagined what Tama would look like in it. Not that I'd be seeing her dressed like that any time soon. Aside from probable reluctance on her part, the outfit was £30 -- way out of my price range. Shit, that reminded me. Women tended to need clothes. As far as I was aware, Tama didn't arrive with any luggage. I held my twenty crinkled in my fist. If I left without buying anything they'd probably ban me temporarily... ******************** "Welcome home master Daisuke!" Tama sang. I smiled as she dove on me, knocking me to the floor. "I'm actually shocked you're still here, I half expected my bed linen to be gone." I tittered. Tama just looked confused. "Anyway..." I cleared my throat. "These are for you. I don't know how size works for women and the lady in the shop though I was buying them for myself but..." I handed her a set of three white panties. I turned to rummage around in my carrier bag for the other stuff I'd bought and when I emerged with a pair of jeans and a T (second hand but she didn't have to know) I saw that she was crying. "Oh my god Tama! I didn't mean to offend you if they're too big" I panicked. She blinked through her tears and dove on me once again, tough I managed to keep my balance. "I'm just...grateful. Master is so kind and looks after me!" She sobbed burying her face into my neck. I felt good about having made her happy. I could feel her soft breath on my neck as we embraced for quite a while. I patted her on the head breaking free before reaching to give her the shirt to try on. She had little modesty, ripping my old shirt off to stand naked before me. She wrestled with her new shirt for a moment; having supposedly never worn clothes before she was perplexed to how it all worked. I wanted to help her but her struggle was both adorable and hilarious, that I couldn't move for laughing. "Tama I- hehehehe...Come here I'll fix it hehehehe." The next thing I knew she'd crashed into me and we'd both tumbled onto my sofa bed. Her small breasts cushioned my fall. I realised I was laid over her. "I'm sorry Tama!" I gasped jumping off. She remained laid down with the shirt hanging off her arms. "Maybe I don't have to put it on right away." She suggested in a breathy voice. I smiled at the girl. She rolled onto her front, got on all fours, yawned and stretched her back out. She really was a lot like a cat. She was also smoking hot and naked...again. I refused to believe the fact that I'd gotten an erection was creepy. I was a healthy twenty two year old male -- it'd be creepier if I didn't get hard watching a naked hottie stretch in front of me. Still, I felt guilty. It wasn't like she knew the effect she had on people. I turned away and approached the cooker. "I've got some fish for tonight. I didn't know what you liked so I thought fish would be safe given your...umm...past circumstance." I laughed opening a can of tuna. I made a pretty mean tuna pasta bake. Suddenly, I felt a bump around my shins. I looked down to find Tama on all fours looking up at me. "I look forward to the food master prepares." She told me with a natural pout playing on her lips. Why did she have to be so sexy? I thrust my hips against the oven door to mask my raging hard on. "Master, may you stroke me please?" She asked in a sultry voice. My eyes widened. It took me a moment to realise what she meant. I scolded myself for making it perverted in my mind and bit my lip. "Umm...yeah sure...I guess." I winced. If she wanted to be treated like a cat then so be it. I put the tuna tin on the floor allowing her to eat from it and I stroked her up and down her back as she did so. The next thing was a little weird. She purred, but I don't mean like when a human imitates a cat, I mean like an actual cat. Stroking her naked body was unnerving for me. It felt like my crotch was going to explode. I touched her from the soft hair on her head, all the way down the smooth dip in her back, to just before her plump ass. She finished the tuna and looked up at me once more. "Master is good." She stated. Having her here was stroking my ego but I wished she'd stroke something else. Ah! Again! My mind wad being perverse by making sexual segways. What was wrong with me? Was I so sexually deprived that I had to hit on inexperienced young ladies? Then, Tama let out a little gasp. "Oh! Master I will submit." She said to me proceeding to turn away and lay her front down, sticking her ass up in the air. I could see the opening of her pussy staring at me face on. "Wh-what's up Tama?" I choked. "How could I not submit to someone so kind? I was worried because you were a human you couldn't smell me in heat but its okay now you are ready." She chimed. In heat? Did she mean she was horny? She looked over her shoulder, her cheeks blushing, and wiggled her ass. "Go ahead." She instructed. Shit. She must've seen my erection and felt obligated to have sex with me. This wasn't what I wanted at all. "It's okay Tama, you don't have to." I told her. She blinked over her shoulder at me before reclining from her sexual pose. I didn't realise that she was honestly gagging for it until I fell asleep. My boner stood tall throughout the night and I'd gone to bed stiff as a flagpole. Half asleep, I thought I must've been having a wet dream because I began to feel incredibly good. My cock was so warm and wet and its head was tingling with pleasure. I felt precum seep out of it. The sensation was soft and repetitive on different parts of my body. I groaned as it rose up and down the underside of my shaft, heating and soaking my penis at the same time. Then, there began a stroking sensation over the head, swirling and flicking my at manhood. It moved all the way down to my balls before engulfing one whole and suckling for a while. My eyes snapped open as I let out a huge breath of pleasure. I jolted upright and looked down to find Tama's mouth wrapped around my penis. "Tama...Ooh...mmmm...Wh-what are you...mmmm...doing?" I tried to ask stifling moans of ecstasy. The face that looked up from my crotch was filled with frustration. "Please master. I need it. I know it's awful to ask after everything but..." she mewed returning to pleasuring me. I breathed heavily with every movement of her tongue. "Tama I'm gonna...stop, stop!" I ordered. It was at that moment I resolved that I wasn't going to blow my load until she'd come herself. No way was my first time going to be that unmemorable. Being a twenty two year old virgin had its advantages -- I'd learnt the faux pas of sex through TV, porn, literature and firsthand accounts from my friends. I wasn't about to screw this one up. I laid Tama down on her front and surveyed her beautiful form. She was petite in every way, from breasts to hips but I liked her tight little body and pert bosom. I made for her nipples; they were tan coloured and immediately erect. I gently slid my tongue over them watching her expression relax into a hypnotic state. I then proceeded further south. God thank Wikipedia for its thorough explanation of the vagina. I heard that going for the clit right away was like someone just attacking the head of your penis -- pointless. I needed to get the blood flowing to all the right places so I kissed and licked her lower abdomen. I rolled dear Tama over and grazed her perfect ass with my teeth. She seemed to like it rough like that. I'd read somewhere that cats have a sensitive spot on the underside of their tale. I fumbled around kneading her ass till I hit right in the centre of the small of her back, just where her spine ended above her butt cheeks. It was like I'd electrocuted her, she tensed all over and whimpered: "Master..." Bingo. I progressed to varying between kneading and licking that special spot sending Tama writhing in delight. Maybe it was time to go for the vagina? I brought my fingers down, brushing the rim of her anus as they travelled, to her gaping pussy. It was completely saturated in her juices. I fingered her hole rhythmically for a good couple of minutes. I had a wonderful view of her ass stuck in the air. The little balloon-knot opening waved at me as her hips lightly thrust of their own accord. I blinked as a thought hit me. Whilst I worked her pussy, going back and forth from hole to clit, I stuck my tongue out and rimmed her anus. I swirled and twirled until there was some give in her tight asshole and eased part of my tongue in. Her heavy breathing turned to panting. I then advanced to give her the finger fucking of a life time -- I moved in and out continuously as the tip of my tongue churned around her ass. Her hips were moving like a juggernaut while she called out: "Master Daisuke! I please drive your tongue deep inside my anus." I did as I was told. I felt her lunge back and forth forcing me to match her rhythm. Well, she knew what she liked! I'd never moved my tongue this fast before. Her ass was really stretching now, I had as much of my tongue inside her as possible. I stirred up her pussy at a rate of knots and I knew she was close. She hadn't stopped moaning for a while. Chasing Tail -- Neko Purr: Ch. 01 "Soon! Ahh! Soon!" she cried. This was it. With my spare hand I drove two fingers onto that spot at the base of her spine and felt a wave of cum surge over my fingers as she screamed "NYAAAA! MAAAASTER!" at the top of her lungs. I took a moment to stand back and review my work. Juices dripped from her pussy and her ass? Had I made her cum from her butt too? The moisture ran down her inner thighs making them shine. Tama was laid completely paralyzed with bliss... ...Bliss that I would share soon enough. I lay next to her to receive my long awaited attention but she didn't move. I turned and saw her eyes shut and her little body take shallow breaths. After all that, I didn't have the heart to wake her...There was always tomorrow...I supposed. Chasing Tail -- Neko Purr: Ch. 02 Chapter Two Puurfection Gone Wild To my lovely readers, thank you so much for your feedback on the first Chasing Tail. This story is written from a new, female character's perspective but I am working on continuing with the characters from chapter one. Apologies for the wait between chapters, comments are welcome and encouraged! Below is a short summary so you may discover if this story is relevant to your interests: Aiko Hatsumi is a kind natured sweet heart who never gets into trouble and is instantly liked by everyone she meets. She's never considered having any kind of relationship because she's so happy with her current life style. Although she has many admirers none desire her as much as Makoto Kotarou who has coveted Aiko since he met her. One night, Aiko starts to feel very strange. Her entire persona becomes much more catlike and suddenly she's craving the love and attention of Makoto. However, what starts out as feelings of harmless love quickly turn into feline lust. ******************** Whilst most girls my age were trying to hold down a relationship at university, I preferred holding down a job. I worked in an adorable bakery of a weekend where I baked sweets I'd learnt how to make as a child. It turned out people just went crazy over my carrot cake and raspberry muffins and, before long, word got out that I worked the weekends. I got to meet all kinds of people; actually, that job was how I met most of my friends from uni. I remember one guy who came in called Makoto Kotarou. He was very likeable and would often return with these huge orders. Eventually he confessed to me that he'd made all these excuses to come see me and that his roommates has all complained they were getting fat so they'd sent him to 'finally just ask me out'. Please, don't get me wrong, Makoto was the loveliest guy I knew but I was so happy with the way my life was going I didn't want to risk messing things up; so I turned him down. I think I made him very sad but he kept coming to see me anyway which always made me smile. But this isn't the story of how I broke Makoto's heart, quite the contrary actually... It was another Saturday and I felt sunny and ready to tackle work with a smile - that was until I reached my front door. I felt like I'd been punched in the stomach. My skin was prickly like hedgehog quills, my heart raced in a flurry of desperation and, all at once, I was overwhelmed by the need to lie down. I spread my body across my bed, wriggling and stretching in a bid for comfort. Nestling in the fabric I contemplated phoning in sick but found I was quite unable to tear myself away from such warmth. I slid out of my summer dress and lay there in my white cotton bra and panties, entirely satisfied. Everything remained just peachy for a good three hours. Upon any attempt to move I would be overcome by fatigue and, strangely, the need to drink milk. I didn't even like milk. Finally, I hoisted myself upright and sense required me to survey myself in the mirror. My eyes danced over the reflection of my body. Instead of concentrating on my long, flaming red hair or deep brown eyes I peered at my, scantily clad, figure. It was a smooth accumulation of gentle curves combined with a tight waist and a soft neckline. My breasts felt even more enormous yet I was no longer self conscious, I almost wished they'd burst out of my bra so I could show everyone. This was so unlike me. Often, modesty would dominate my psyche. I was the girl with E-cup breasts and killer curves who wore knee length skirts and high collar shirts. Suddenly I wanted to just stand there naked and proud. These new concepts made me feel alone and unsure. One thing I did know was that I wanted to share my new self with someone – anyone. But who did I have to confide in? Although I had friends I was hardly close with any of them and this need for comfort was turning into a fleeting desire to be touched. I required affection. The clock read 4 O'clock. Had it really been six hours since I was due in? I wondered if anyone would notice if I went out in my underwear...of course they would. I was losing all rationale and considering that this was, perhaps, a dream. My roommate returned during my contemplation and I felt exceedingly happy to see her. I went for a hug, which turned more into a dive, and we ended up tumbling to the floor. Baring in mind that I was still in my underwear, this act of friendliness was not received well. "Fuck, Aiko what was that? Why aren't you at work?" Michiru growled at me. She continued to scold and lecture me covering the topic of my partial nudity and various other issues of which I cared little about. All this time I was staring at her hands. Normally, Michiru and I got on well. She was a bit more of an extrovert than myself and would occasionally come home rather merry from a night out. One time she revealed to me that she loved it when a partner played with her hands. Be it a light tickling or full on suckling on her fingers it'd turn her into a purring kitten. I wanted purring kitten to play with. I approached her with an apology and slyly took her hand. Not in an obvious way but in a friendly, comforting manner. "Sorry. Aiko has been feeling strange all morning." I explained. my speech pattern unusual. I referred to myself in third person, something I wasn't accustomed to. I smiled at Michiru, stroking her fingers gently with my thumb. It was subtle but I saw her eyes flicker downwards at the touch. With that, I knew it was working. I relaxed my grip and smoothed my fingers across her palm locking my gaze onto hers. Michiru cleared her throat out of discomfort but made no attempt to pull away. "I – well, it's okay. The diving thing caught me off guard that's all." She spoke with a slight quiver at the start of her words. Mildly, I caressed her fingers with my own, eventually taking a hold of the tips and manoeuvring her hands closer to my body. I brought myself forwards so we were only just stood apart. Poor Michiru's breathing had slowed and her eyes looked anticipatingly wide. I brought her hands to my face and glimpsed at her long, well manicured, fingers. From her expression of extreme anxiety I could tell she was well aware of what was to come. My little tongue slowly protruded from between my lips to run along the length of Michiru's hands. She inhaled quite deeply and seemed to shake all over. "Aiko..." she whispered. Proud I'd come this far, I wasn't giving up. My tongue swirled around her fingers, over her knuckles and across her palm. This variation caused her to press her body up against my own. Our breasts heaved together as our breathing synchronised and I continued to pleasure her in our living room. I played with her hands for some time before I dragged her onto the couch. She was in such a catatonic state she was my very own puppet. I liked licking Michiru, using my tongue felt natural and liberating. I wanted to lick her all over but felt worried she wouldn't succumb. Occasionally I'd release one hand, leaving it free to tug at the crotch of her jeans. It was fun to watch her struggle to pleasure herself. With every flick of my tongue her hips would thrust up against me. I figured I'd move further south within the next few minutes. However, I wanted my final bit of hand work to be memorable. So, I wrapped my tongue around her index finger and moved it up and down slowly. She moaned like I was licking her pussy. 'Soon.' I thought. I took the entire finger in my mouth and sucked hard, twisting my tongue around it, covering it in saliva – I imagined this was what giving a blow job was like. I moved my free hand down to unbutton her jeans and went for the crotch of her panties. As I did this I took all her fingers in my mouth and sucked like I was blowing a guys dick. She cried out in short bursts of ecstasy and came quite violently. Her juices spilled through her panties, all over my hand, and she was spent... ******************** The next morning I woke feeling the same as the day prior. I did, however, call work and explain I was 'very ill'. They wished me well and mentioned that Makoto called in to see me and had expressed worry upon my not being there. Ah yes, Makoto, I liked him. Last night I lay in bed worrying about what I had done. I was sure Michiru wouldn't be feeling too pleased about our afternoon encounter and wondered if there was any possible way to fix things. I concluded there was not. Thoughts sped across my mind accompanied by waves of guilt. What happened yesterday was naught but manipulative lust and was entirely out of character. Yet, it felt so good. The power was amazing. Lying in bed that night, I reached into my panties and felt my soaking wet pussy. It turned me on. And now what? I'd just pretend nothing happened? I couldn't. I felt the strange need to be near someone well inside of me once again. I made a decision that morning and left without another word. Makoto answered his door still in his house coat (Well it was only just 10:00 AM). His jaw dropped at the sight of me. "Aiko? What are you doing here?" he asked with a genuine smile on his face. I smiled back and let myself in. "Aiko felt...lonely...Aiko needed to be near Makoto." I tried to explain - I could tell he noticed my strange speech pattern but had chosen to ignore it. "Okay. My roomies are out for the day – we could put a movie on or something if you like?" he suggested. I figured he was letting me in out of curiosity more than anything. I pulled him into his front room and onto his couch. It was a brown, leather pull out with plenty of room but I snuggled up close to him. "Aiko and Makoto should just...sit." I purred. We spoke for a while; occasionally I would nuzzle into the soft fabric of his housecoat. I say 'we spoke', I actually mean Makoto spoke and I listened. He talked of trivial stuff like television shows and coursework etc... but eventually we hit a silence where he simply said: "I'm glad you're here." I was happy to be there. Yet, for all the kind words Makoto had to say, I was still ready to pounce on him in lioness fashion. All I needed was a good segway and, luckily enough, I was handed it. "Umm, is there anything I can get you?" Makoto asked. I looked up at him; my eyes locked onto his, and licked my lips once over. I saw his mouth open a tiny bit. "Milk." I said intensely. As he made to get me some I held him in his seat. "Aiko wants Makoto's milk." I smirked. Makoto's body tensed, he was trying to figure me out. I moved my face close to his, brushing my hands along his upper arms, trying to loosen him up. Moments before my plump lips touched his own, rather dry one's, I felt him draw an uneasy breath. Makoto pulled back, probably to begin questioning my advances, but I pinned him down. His lips were parted a little; he was kissing tenderly. My tongue pushed them open and slid into his warm mouth. Our tongues cradled each other, sloshing around in a lusty dance. We did eventually break free but, by that time, I was in no fit state to answer any of Makoto's questions. "Aiko, I've never seen you like this? Does this mean you, umm, like me?" he wondered. I lay most of my weight on top of him with just my head perched high to stare him straight on: "Please master...pet Aiko." I crooned. This was Makoto's moment to step up to the plate and be a man! His hand reluctantly shook as he made for my chest. I'd deliberately worn a loose vest and skirt to make it easy for him. He cupped my breast pitifully. "I-it's very nice." He shook in an awkwardly tense state. This was exactly how I'd been picturing my first time – uncomfortable and with someone as inexperienced as me – now I was long for the days when I didn't know what I wanted. I wanted him to throw me down and go at me like an animal. I wanted to be used, have the advantage taken of me, I wanted him to bite me and rough me up so I'd still be feeling his touch the next morning. It was time to take action. Makoto wasn't horny for me, he was stunned into submission. I had to turn him on in order to see the real side of things. "Aiko made Michiru's panties wet." I giggled, covering my mouth coyly. Makoto leant back looking more confused than ever. He went to speak but couldn't really find his words so I continued. "It was yesterday. Aiko barely even touched her. Michiru didn't touch Aiko and now Aiko is all alone...alone and wet...Aiko's panties are too wet to wear now." I uttered reaching my hand up my skirt. Makoto's eyes grew wide and hopeful as I yanked my panties off and presented them to him. "A gift." I spoke. He took the panties, exceedingly unsure of what to do. In a bid to encourage me he sort of held them against his face. Poor, amusing Makoto needed some serious schooling. But from me? Just three days ago I'd got a pop up advertising a porn website and found the pure notion of people having sex unsettling. Now I felt excited and prepared to go down on Makoto and suck at his thick manhood. I sat up straight and began cupping my own breasts. I removed my bra from under my shirt and smiled as I cooked up a plan. "If they are stroked you can see Aiko's nipples." And boy did I do just that. I tickled the tips causing them to jump up and stick out through my cotton vest. "Quick, before they go away, say hello." I giggled, straddling Makoto and placing hands on my top. It was his call now. With an eager half smile he grabbed at my tits and pinched the nipples quite roughly. "Mmmm." I encouraged. His robe fell to one side revealing nothing more than a pair of Spiderman boxer shorts and a stiff member protruding through them. I stroked the top of his pants gently, feeling him quiver at my touch. "Aiko wishes to drink now." I stated lowering myself down to crotch level. I pulled back what little clothing he had and was greeted by a very tall, uncircumcised penis. It was long, thick and a soft tan colour. I wrapped my soft hand around and tugged the foreskin back to be blasted by the scent of pheromones which drenched my already wet pussy. I went absolutely wild for his dick. My mouth consumed it whole, letting it push right to the back of my throat where I held it and gagged momentarily. I bobbed my head back and forth, coating it with a thick layer of saliva. Precum seeped out, salty and teasing my tongue, which only aided the lubrication. Makoto's moans were stifled: "Uhh...uhh...uhh..." he breathed with every rocking motion of my mouth. "Aiko loves to swallow master's cock." I smiled, fond of the activity in which we were engaging. I took his dick out of my mouth to look upon the slippery mess I'd made. Removing my top to expose my giant rounded breasts, I slapped him across them making a show of how much I liked the feel. I rubbed the slippery mushroom head over my beautifully pink, rock hard, nipples before running my tongue up his firm shaft. Fuck, his dick was so stiff and soon to be inside my tight virgin pussy. I straddled him once again, this time turning to face away. I pulled my skirt up and my panties to one side. "Aiko's pussy is aching...fill it with master's milk." I begged. My gaping pussy was utterly gagging for him. Something changed in Makoto. I saw him be overcome by lust in the way that I had been. He slipped out from underneath me, kneeling to rise to his challenge. Seizing his manhood in one hand he pushed it up against my labia allowing my juices to cover it thusly. He teased by batting around my inner lips and stroking up and down the length of me. My clit was hard, like a little stud, and shocks of pleasure zipped through me as he knocked it. "Puh-lea-ea-ease." I cried a long, drawn out plea. With that he thrust inside of me almost instantly. My tiny pussy stretched and ached under the strain of his thickness. It stung and made me gasp with a small amount of pain. It was lucky I was so wet. Makoto wasn't discouraged though. He kept on thrusting wildly, breaking my hymen in seconds. As my cherry popped I cried out once more but the repetitive motion had sort of numbed me. Makoto moved fast. Resting his hands on my upturned ass I felt him kiss and bite at the cheeks. He sucked at my skin which prickled with his touch. Pounding into me, we were both moaning in time, he made me feel full inside - which I loved. I wished I could feel that way all the time. He dug his nails into my skin and I knew he was close. He was either a virgin or had very little experience because he wasn't lasting all that long. But I didn't care. The sooner round one was over, round two could begin. "Oh yes master. Plunge into Aiko's soft centre...fill me with your delicious milk please." I prayed. His cock slid in and out of my pussy with much friction. I was beginning to feel tingly and warm. "Aiko...Is it okay...I can't..." Makoto struggled to speak. He was asking if he could come inside me. Oh gosh yes! I was gagging for his juicy cream to flow inside my pussy. I manoeuvred so I was facing him. I could see his brow furrowed in concentration. He kept gasping and closing his eyes with the loss of control. Makoto leant forward and grabbed my breasts quite hard. He squeezed my nipples between his fingers before suckling on them over and over. My eyes shut as I started breathing heavily. My no-longer virgin pussy felt like it was squeezing and snatching up Makoto's cock. I felt strange sensations all the way up into my stomach. Makoto was stabbing into me rapidly now. With every thrust he cussed under his breath: "Fuck...oh fuck yes. Shit – Ooh my god. Fuck!" "I'm gonna come." He whispered into my ear. His hips bashed against my own so violently that the painful feeling was barely overshadowed by the enormous pleasure of feeling him blow his load inside me. I felt my pussy contract. My entire body went as stiff as Makoto's cock. A rippling tingle flowed throughout my body causing me to go rigid. I stifled the loudest moan I'd ever screamed. Makoto himself groaned so loudly I thought the world would crash down around us. Then, he slowed down, letting his manhood rest in my slippery lips before rolling over and lying next to me. I looked over at the man I'd called master to see his face relax and his chest heave from exhaustion.