The Hairless Kitty
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Disclaimer: All characters in this story are above 18 years of age.
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Once upon a time in a land far, far away, lived a quiet, beautiful young woman in a huge, lonely castle. She was all alone in the world except for her hairless cat named Kitty.
Every night, she would saunter to her huge, lonely bed, nestle herself amid her myriad silk sheets, and dream the same dream.
She would find herself barefoot, wearing nothing but a light nightgown, walking through a huge field of penises, penises of all sizes and shapes, in different states of arousal, pointing up like thick red tulips. She would slowly walk through the field, her feet and ankles brushing against the "flowers," leaving small trails of pre-cum on her skin until, restless, she would stop and start observing the little creatures more attentively.
Amidst the curved penises and the straight ones and the ones shaped like mushrooms and the ones so big and scary and the ones so cute and small, her eyes would finally stop on the most perfect penis of them all.
As the surrounding penises would writhe and harden against her legs, caressing her hungrily, she would kneel down and take the perfect penis in her hands. She would turn it back and forth with her fingers, studying and admiring it. She would test its girth and its yield; she would test its length and its softness and, as she very slowly inched forward on her knees, she would start to point it to her welcoming and dripping pussy.
She would position herself directly above it and let the glans slip between her wet lips. Soon, in one very slow, deliberate movement, she would let her whole body sink down on her cock, swallowing it into her wet, inviting cunt. She would stay there a little while, feeling perfectly filled by the cock. As she would begin to slowly move up on the cock, biting her lips and looking at the glistening member exiting her, the surrounding penises would start caressing her with renewed vigor. They would sway together, the warm, hard but soft appendages caressing our princess, exciting her even more as she would start to sink back down on her perfect cock.
She would pick up the rhythm and start to fuck herself comfortably on her toy, feeling it stretching her and filling her up perfectly. She would tilt her head back and start to feel the pleasure grow inside of her... and she would wake up, frustrated and horny.
Every morning, with the images of the night in her head, she would try to masturbate, but she could never make herself come. She would masturbate in the bath and masturbate in the kitchen. She would masturbate while reading a book and masturbate while passing the broom. She would masturbate against the couch and masturbate against the dresser. She would masturbate against the door and masturbate on her bed. As much as she wanted it, she could never make herself come.
Her hairless cat, who loved her tremendously and was her only companion in her huge castle, would look at her all day, sadly, hoping he could help his mistress somehow.
This continued day after day until, one very dark and very stormy night, as his mistress was dreaming of a field of penises, Kitty left the bedroom and started walking through the castle. Through the salon and the boudoir. Through the ballroom and the library. Through the mezzanine and the solarium. He started up some marble steps and then some stone steps. Up some wooden steps and up some metal steps until he arrived at a huge, ornate and forgotten door that he swiftly pushed open with his tiny little nose.
Inside, Kitty went immediately to work. First, he caught a mouse and used it to draw a blood diagram on the floor. Then, he caught a stray pigeon to serve as sacrifice and placed some black candles around his work. Once lit, he stood back and sat on his hunches.
