Curse of the Cat Girl

Curse of the Cat Girl (a very short vignette)

I’d met her at a party – one of those annoying fancy dress ones. I’d only gone along because Freddie had told me that there would definitely be cute girls there this time.

I went as the Tom Baker era Doctor Who. I already had the scarf. All I had to do was to get a floppy hat.

There were girls at the party, but there was only one who drew my attention. There was this slim, young girl, who couldn’t have been a day over nineteen. She had gone as Catwoman, the DC Comics character. Not hard to do, as all that you needed was a catsuit and some cat ears, and those aren’t that hard to come by. But the grey rubber catsuit which she had chosen was the most figure-hugging one which I had ever had the pleasure of seeing. It left very little to the imagination (and my imagination had always been very fertile). It had a lot of zippers, like the catsuit out of the Batman Returns movie. But this one was grey, rather than black latex, like the one worn by Michelle Pfeiffer. One of the zippers went right under the crotch. The suit looked more like the sort of thing you would get in a quality sex shop than in a place hiring out fancy dress costumes.

She was drinking a gimlet. I’m not a fan of gin, normally, but I switched from my lager to drink a gimlet like her. She smiled at me, revealing perfect little white teeth.

Anyway, I won’t bore you with the rest of the fancy dress party (and it was pretty boring). I’ll cut to the chase, and that was a very drunk Catwoman going home with me. I wasn’t exactly sober myself, if I’m telling the truth.

A taxi delivered us to the floor of my flat. we went in. I put the chain on, just in case. I wanted to retire to the bedroom. That was why we had come back to my place, after all. I had only one thing in mind, separated from me only by a thin layer of grey rubber (and a zip). I didn’t even know the girl’s name. Hell, I couldn’t even remember if I had told her mine.

“I want some milk.” she said.

“Milk? There’s some in the kitchen.” I am lactose intolerant, but I have a small amount of milk for my guests, as I have friends around a lot and they always insist on having milk in their coffee, for reasons which I have never understood.

She sauntered into my kitchen. I watched her arse as she moved. It was the sweetest, sexiest arse which I had ever seen. My cock began to get hard just watching her sashay over to my fridge.

She got out the milk. Then she surprised me by getting a saucer out of one of my cupboards. She poured a little of the milk into the saucer, and put the saucer down on the linoleum-covered floor of my kitchen. She got down on all fours, her arse pointing in my general direction. She began to lap up the milk as though she was a real cat. This girl was weird. Did she think that she was a cat or something?

One pretty little hand reached back and undid the zip running under her crotch. The tightness of the zip caused the suit to pull back, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any panties and that she shaved her crotch. Her cute little labia were slightly parted.

She looked back over her shoulder at me.

“Well, what are you waiting for, an invitation?”

No, that was enough. If this girl wanted to fuck on the floor of my kitchen, then that was perfectly fine as far as my cock was concerned. He didn’t care what room we were in, as long as he got buried in some pussy. I took off my clothes, throwing them this way and that.

I knelt down behind the girl, and eased my rock-hard cock between her labia, making sure that I avoided the zip. She was sopping wet, and my cockhead slipped in. Slowly I went all of the way into her cunt, as she carried on licking milk out of the saucer. Her pussy was hot and wet, and pretty much the tightest pussy I had ever known. It gripped my cock like a clenched fist.

“Fuck me hard.” she moaned. “Fuck me hard and make me cum.”

I’ll do my best, I thought, hoping that I hadn’t had one too many gimlets. I set up a slow thrusting action, drawing back so that only my glans was inside her, with each thrust. Then I would push forward, opening up her tight cunt again.

“Faster.” she said. I went as fast as I could, although she was too tight to go too fast. She definitely was not a virgin, but I reckoned that she couldn’t have had a great deal of sex, for her pussy to be that tight.

I leant over her, supporting myself with one hand, grasping one of her small breasts with the other. The breast was not covered by rubber. She must have opened another zip and pulled it through.

“Hurt it.” she gasped. “Hurt my breast. Use your nails on my nipple.”

I did not say no. A little pain could be a frisson on top of pleasure. I did as commanded, and squeezed her hard nipple between my fingers.

“Harder.” she said. I presumed that she meant squeeze her nipple harder, rather than fuck her harder, as I was already thrusting into her pussy with as much energy as I had at my disposal. I really used my nail, digging into the nipple flesh, twisting and pulling the nipple away from her breast. This little minx really was into pain.

“Aaaah.” she gasped, clearly enjoying my less than gentle ministrations. “Now the other one.”

I changed hands, supporting myself with my right hand, and mauling her left nipple with the finger and nails of my left hand. I knew how hard she liked it, and my fingernails really dug in. I got a lot more aaah sounds from her. I hoped that she liked it, as I was not that far from cumming myself.

“Now my clit.” she said. “Hurt my clit.”

I reached down and found her clit. I dug my fingernails in. She gasped into the back of one of her hands, biting down as I brutalised her poor little bud. And then she came.

I could feel her pussy pulsing, squeezing me with an iron grip. That was enough to send me over the edge. I spurted deep in her cunt. I had intended to pull out, if I could. But no power on Earth would have prevented me, just then, from cumming deep inside her. When I was spent, I withdrew from her. It was the best fuck I had ever had…

My eyes opened. I was lying on the linoleum of the kitchen floor. There was an empty saucer a little way in front of me. I must have fallen asleep on the floor.

I staggered to my feet. I put on some clothes. It was already morning. There was no sign of the girl from the night before. She had already gone, and I didn’t have her mobile number. I didn’t even know her name.

My flat was a little cool. One of my windows was open, and I was pretty sure that they had all been closed the night before.

Then I noticed that the chain was still on my door. How had she left my flat and put the chain on behind her? I was pretty sure that I’d put the chain on when we’d entered late last night. I looked back at the open window. It couldn’t be… Nah…

Anyway, since that night, I leave that window open, and I put a saucer of milk just inside. Just in case, you know, the cat girl feels like a second encounter…

The End