Katie's Kitty Fuck

I'm sitting around Daddy's Greenwich mansion all day on summer break, pleasantly bored. Waiting for him to come home from 30 Rockefeller Plaza so we can play more wild sex games. Making the most of our crazy fling before I head off to college in a few weeks. He's already fucked me in every possible position over the past five months, in all thirty rooms of this huge seaside house. Time to "spice things up" yet again.

The internet never fails to give me inspiration in the erotic department, so I grab a laptop computer and chill out on a loveseat in the living room with a great view of the Long Island Sound, lined with other mansions full of trophy wives and debutante daughters. I log onto my favorite porn site and peruse the latest perverted uploads, including "Cute Blonde 18 Cat Girl Pussy-Pounded by Big Dick Stud," uploaded by "Kitty Jill." The thumbnail preview features a busty barely legal babe like me with pale white skin, big blue eyes and long golden hair. Wearing nothing but a black leather cat mask, riding a ridiculously long penis.

More and more of these "cat lady," "bunny lady," and "fox lady" sex videos have been popping up lately, obviously inspired by anime. Japanese chicks have been prancing around in animal cosplay outfits for decades now, driving their boyfriends crazy. It was just a matter of time until it hopped over the pacific and busted many more balls.

I click on the link, and the voluptuous Jill fills the screen, crawling across a carpeted living room in her cute kitty mask. Wiggling her heart-shaped ass and meowing adorably. She prances about on all fours for a minute, then she licks her "paws" and bats a pink toy mouse. Jiggling her big drooping tits with rapid feline motions. Then she struts right up to the camera. It pans downward, revealing the cameraman's massive manhood. Kitty Jill eagerly commences a deep throat P.O.V. blowjob, gagging and moaning like a standard porn star.

Damn, this blonde cat bitch is getting me frisky. She looks a lot like me, which makes it even hotter. I've always wanted to have a pet cat, but I was too busy playing with rich girl toys and jetting off with my parents to trendy vacation spots around the globe. I should totally make up for lost time by doing some wild pussycat role-playing with daddy. (Too bad mommy's not around anymore to keep my crazy ideas in check, and keep daddy from indulging my every whim.)

Meanwhile, Jill assumes the doggy-style position on the floor and gets fucked hard by that well-hung hunk. He spanks her ass over and over, calling her a dirty fucking bitch. The same rough treatment that daddy always gives to me. This is like seeing my own life through a refracting funhouse mirror.

After a few minutes of monotonous fornication, I pause the video and search the web for grown-up cat masks, finding a good one on kinkykitten.com. A pink leather number with two pointy ears and four holes for my eyes, nose and mouth. Like a sexier version of Michele Pfeiffer's Catwoman mask from Batman Returns. The website algorithm suggests a skimpy pink bondage harness to go with it.

"Fuck yeah, that's the shit," I murmur dreamily, admiring how the harness enhances the already perfect body of the brunette model, leaving her tits and pussy fully exposed. Daddy's gonna love this. A sweet sexy surprise after another mind-numbing day of messing with O.P.M. (Other People's Money.)

I type in the number of a platinum credit card that's being funded by Roger Keofferam, CEO of Pinnacle Equity Management. I select the same day rush delivery option, and then I hit the "Place Your Order" button with a giddy rush of endorphins. My pussy throbs with anticipation, getting so wet beneath a blue summer dress. I get up and get naked, then I plop back down in the plush loveseat and watch Kitty Jill get hammered against a sofa. Her boyfriend grabs her long blonde hair and yanks her pretty head backward, calling her more dirty misogynistic names.

It's always weird when you find your perfect doppelganger. Especially when you find her on the web, with a pseudonym that makes her impossible to track down. It's even worse with the Literotica writers I love to read, with fake snarky names like DickThePimp, rocketspeedfish2, and saddletramp1956.

Meanwhile, I work my clit in slow circles, switching my gaze back and forth between the wild onscreen sex and our private beach beyond a picture window. Wishing daddy could fuck me out there on the hot sand, with salty foamy water lapping against our naked bodies in the soothing late summer sun. That will never happen, because then our rich neighbors would report our incestuous affair to the police, and the Keofferam financial empire would crumble like a house of cards.

I reach the brink of a powerful orgasm, holding it back skillfully with kegel flexes, like Roger taught me to. Saving all my cum for daddy; looking forward to taking another hot load of cum all over my face. (It'll be so hard to get a real boyfriend after this fantasy roller coaster ride skids to a halt. When I fly across the pond and hang out with stuck-up British blokes in those stuffy gothic Oxford halls.)

Kitty Jill's muscular mate shoves her down on her knees on their living room floor, and then he shoots a big white wad all over her black cat mask. Howling like a wolf. She laps it up like a Siamese on a bowl of milk, giggling sweetly and blowing a kiss at the camera in front of his face. I close the laptop and gaze dreamily at the beach, letting that fantasy sequence blur into my own real-life affair with Mister Keofferam. I've been watching porn obsessively over the past five months, ever since he took my virginity in our hot tub on a cold winter night. So many young women would kill to live just one day of my crazy rich Greenwich life.

I spend the rest of the afternoon reading a book about the Hundred Years' War, getting ready for my college life as a history major. Analyzing the motivations behind that ridiculously drawn-out power struggle, while wrestling with my own selfish greed for money and sex. The roots of all evil. At 6:00, a cardboard box from kinkykitten arrives on the doorstep of our mansion. I bend over to pick it up, and hear my phone ping in my purse. I pull it out and see a text message from daddy:

Roger: Hey blondie. On the train near Mamaroneck, coming home soon.

My pussy flares up with intense anticipation. Hungry for his rough sex, and literally hungry for his home-cooked dinners. I rush back inside, rip off my clothes, and rip open the package. The smell of genuine pink-dyed leather fills my nostrils, getting me even hornier. The very skimpy cosplay outfit feels amazing as I slide it onto my lean shapely body. Loving how the kitty mask envelops my face, and how the smooth shiny straps accentuate my curves, drawing attention to my big tits and crotch. Making me feel like Catwoman in a snarky Alex Braun porn parody.

I run upstairs to my bedroom and dig out the pink cat tail I wore during a production of Cats at Greenwich High School four years ago. Two months before that shitty CGI-enhanced movie version came out. I played Bombalurina, bursting with self-confidence and seductive energy . . . and now I'm playing a naughty sex kitten. I clip that pink tail onto the pink bondage harness and wag it next to a full length mirror, giggling girlishly.

Five minutes later, I hear Roger's Aston Martin pulling up the driveway from Sound Beach Road. I bolt off the sofa and crouch down around a corner in the dining room, clutching a black leather dog leash between my "fangs." Loving the earthy taste of leather.

"Honey, I'm home!" Daddy announces comically, channeling his inner Ricky Ricardo. I slowly crawl along the carpeted floor toward the living room, drawing out the suspense with muffled hand and knee steps. I poke my pink cat face around the corner, seeing Roger loosening the black tie on a $3,000 business suit that fails to disguise his ravenous Wall Street greed.

'"Meee-owwww," I coo softly, letting the leash fall out of my mouth. He turns in my direction, and his uber-handsome face lights up with pleasant shock.

"Holy shit, Katie. Where did you get that?'"

"Meow," I reply primly, shrugging my shoulders.

"The freaky internet, of course. I fucking love it, Katie Kitty."

I crawl into the living room and rub the side of my face against his black pants, marking my "master" as private property, like a Calico cat.

"You've been a naughty girl today, watching too much kink.com."

"Meeoww-how-howww," I giggle awkwardly.

"This whole 'cat girl' trend is getting absurd, but I can't get enough of it. You're hot as fuck, kitty-bitch," Roger beams, with a big bulge pressing against the zipper between his legs.

"Purrrr, purrrr," I murmur throatily, batting his big stick with my "paws."

"Ah-ah, not yet. You need a little exercise to work up your appetite."

"Oooohwowww," I whine like a kitten. Daddy laughs under his breath, then he grabs the leash off the floor and clips it to the pink leather collar around my neck.

"There you go, Katie Kitty. I'm your master, and I expect total obedience."

"Meeowww."

"Meeowww indeed. Come on, get your hot ass in gear."

He steps toward the luxurious dining room, pulling hard on the leash. I gladly crawl along. He leads me around a solid mahogany table with a purple silk tablecloth and a pure silver candelabra. A Waterford crystal chandelier glimmers above, like a Liberace fantasy.

"Good kitty," Roger coos. "You've been eating right and hitting the gym while I've been hitting the stock market. Keeping that frisky blonde body a perfect ten."

"Mee-ow," I nod proudly, lowering my back to flash my muff at him.

"I love that tuna highway, pussy-bitch."

I pause and rub my face against a mahogany cabinet full of expensive china plates. Austrian Hapsburg style, like the ones owned by Empress Sisi. Leni Weber's parents gave those plates to Roger as a wedding present twenty years ago. Leni didn't take those with her after the divorce; clearing the slate with her new stock jockey boy-toy.

"Come on, pussy. Giddyup!" Daddy grunts. He smacks my bare ass loudly, making me yelp and giggle. I pick up the pace, sashaying out of the dining room and into the kitchen. Wiggling my horizontal body like a snake, flaunting my fine figure on the linoleum floor.

"You must be thirsty after a long hot summer day. Want some milk, Katie Kitty?"

"Meow! Meow! Meow!" I beam, rearing up on my hind legs and begging like a poodle with waving paws. Making my boobs jiggle.

"Damn, you look so cute when you beg like Benji."

I snicker at Roger's painfully dated 1980's reference. He lets go of the leash and opens the refrigerator. He pulls out a gallon of 2% milk, then he grabs a white ceramic cereal bowl from a cabinet and fills it to the brim. He sets it down on the floor next to a gas stove, shooting me a haughty grin.

"Drink up, you prissy pussy."

I gladly obey his demeaning fetish request. Scooting up to the bowl and lapping up that cool creamy white stuff with my tongue. Like Garfield's sexy cousin.

"Good giiiirl," Roger murmurs throatily. "You're a fine fucking trophy daughter."

The cool milk feels so good, splattering all over the roof of my mouth. It feels even better when it trickles down into my empty stomach.

"Damn bitch, you're hotter than Cheetara from Thundercats. I wanna give you some of my milk."

"Meeowww!" I reply eagerly, begging with my paws again. Daddy unzips his pants, whips out his monster prick, and rims it around my red lips. Teasing me as usual, knowing how much I hate that. He finally shoves it right down my throat, making me gag and moan. My clit flares with intense arousal as he keeps swinging his muscular hips, face-fucking the shit out of me. He growls fiercely, taking abundant pleasure in ravishing his only child. I masturbate slowly with all five fingers on my right hand, and squeeze my big tits with my left hand.

"Choke on that big fucking dick, you slutty pink pussy," he growls. "You and your goddamn leather fetish. You know just how to drive daddy crazy."

"Uh-huuh!" I moan loudly.

"Pussies love playing with balls. Especially furry ones," he remarks, pushing his dick back against his belly and shoving my mouth against his ballsack. I lick those hairy folds for a minute, bobbing my pink leather kitty ears against his well-toned groin muscles. Then I slurp his big cum-engorged testes deep into my mouth, and keep sucking hard, making him growl louder.

"Fuck yeah, Katie Kitty! Eat my balls like a chew toy."

I chomp down on daddy's family jewels, and he squeals like a stepped-on cat.

"Oh god, just like that! You kinky fucking freak!"

I whip my head back and forth like a bulldog, savoring his masochistic ecstasy while looking forward to getting the same treatment from him. I finally spit out his fleshy sack. A nasty mess of saliva oozes down to the kitchen floor. He takes off all his clothes while I grab the cereal bowl. I dip my fingers in the cool milk, and rub it all over daddy's long dong. He moans with the intense cold sensation. I suck it like a sausage link in the breakfast nook, making him moan louder.

"Aww yeah, Kitty Katie. Keep blowing your daddy with moo juice, like Count Chocula's mistress."

I giggle with a mouthful, without missing a beat. Whipping my head back and forth, sliding my lips from tip to balls. Gagging myself senseless with boundless youthful energy. Roger woke me up sexually on my eighteenth birthday, and I've "woken up" a little more each day with him, bringing many repressed emotions to the fore. Making a woman out of his angelic little girl; getting me ready for the crazy life of a one-percenter hottie.

I splash more milk on his manhood and fellate him even faster. Slurping like 7/11, with a big mess of white foam oozing out of my mouth and splattering all over my bare d-cups. Devouring daddy's dick like a vanilla milkshake at Gopher Ice Cream.

"Holy shit, you nasty fucking whore. Don't make me cum so soon. I wanna make this little surprise party last."

He steps back and pulls hard on the leather leash.

"Get moving, kinky kitty. Time for your obedience lessons."

"Awwww," I whine adorably. He jerks again on the leash, and I start crawling out of the kitchen. He grabs the jug of milk and leads me through an ornate Victorian library room. Many rare titles and signed first editions. Lots of history books that I love, investment guides that Roger loves, and the stupid erotica novels that Leni left behind when she ran off to Chicago with the CEO of Northmax Financial. She was faithful to Roger for twenty straight years, but she never read the same sex story twice.

Daddy tugs me eastward down a long carpeted hallway, leading me into a big bathroom with a big tub, lined with strong metal hooks and loops for water bondage. A rotating metal bondage wheel hangs over the tub, firmly bolted to the ceiling. He designed this room for wet and wild private fun with mommy, and now he's using it for the same purpose with his daughter. Illegally and gratuitously.

"Get up on your hind legs, and get into the tub," he orders sternly.

"Yes sir, Mister Keofferam."

"Ooh, Kitty can talk."

"Kitty can fuck, too."

"Not yet, you naughty cat-twat. Get your dirty paws up in the air."

"Yes sir, Mister Keofferam." I stretch my lean arms up until my hands touch the rotating bondage wheel. He grabs a pair of handcuffs from a drawer and binds my wrists to the metal loops. Then he grabs a spreader bar, shoves my legs far apart, and locks them in that position with black leather straps.

"Aww yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about," he groans triumphantly, admiring my naked pink-strapped body in that amazing BDSM pose.

"I love being your aquaphile kink toy. A good old-fashioned dairy ho."

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" he barks in his best dominator character. "I'm gonna teach you some respect. I think I'll start with some cold liquid shock treatment."

Daddy opens the jug of milk. I moan harshly, realizing what he's about to do. He laughs at my obvious dread.

"Most pussies hate getting wet, but you love it. You must be a tiger."

He raises the jug above my tits, pausing with a sinister leer.

"Think warm thoughts, Miss Kitty."

"Oooooowaaaaaaah!" I shriek as cold milk pours on my breasts in the air-conditioned bathroom. That creamy fluid rushes down along the leather straps of the harness, funneling right down to my vagina. Raising goose bumps all over the rest of my body.

"Fuck yeah, that's awesome Double Dare shit. You're my hot blondie hucow, bitch. I'm gonna milk those big tits up!"

The milk stops pouring. He pinches my very erect nipples with his free hand, making me groan even louder. Then he pours moo juice right on my crotch, setting my pussy on fire with ice-cold perverted pleasure.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck! Oh daddy, yeeeeeessss!" I squeal delightfully. My knees buckle with shivering ecstasy, dangling limply from that metal bondage wheel. My clit throbs unbearably beneath a frigid torrent.

"Had enough, Katie Kitty?"

"Fuck no, daddy! Keep pouring that shit all over me!"

"Whatever you say, pussy-bitch," he chuckles, grabbing the whole jug and raising it above my head. "I'll treat you like Alanis Morissette on You Can't Do That on Television."

Roger Keofferam pours 2% milk all over his daughter's pretty face. Inspired by his early memories of 1980's Nickelodeon. What next, Danger Mouse?

"That feels so good, daddy! I didn't even have to say 'I don't know!"

Those three magic words from YCDTOT makes him pour even more milk on my face, splashing downward over my pale sensitive body.

"Oooooh fuuuuuuuck! Kitty loves moo juice!" I wail emphatically, working that frigid fluid deep into my pussy with three fingers. I stick my tongue out and taste that pasteurized homogenized goodness. "She loves your man-milk even more."

"Not yet, pussy-bitch. You haven't suffered enough."

Roger puts down the jug and opens a cabinet under the bathroom sink. He pulls out a big black riding crop, making me groan all over again.

"I've spoiled you way too much, like Veruca Salt. Time to knock some sense into you."

"Oh god, yeah. Whip the shit out of your milky daughter, Willy Wonka!"

He swings that genuine leather crop against my cold wet nipples, nice and hard.

"Oh shiiit!"

He swings it five more times on each nipple. I thrash violently in vertical bondage, rattling the metal spreader bar against the marble bathtub. Laughing giddily with the sweet stinging pain.

"Stop laughing, bitch. Life ain't a joke, no matter how rich you are!"

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Fuck yeah, daddy. Turn my kitty tits fucking red!"

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Oh god, you kinky motherfucker! Punish my dirty pussy!"

"Your whole fucking body is dirty, you spoiled teen twat!"

He grabs the milky pink leather strap around my waist, and swings that leather crop against my tight snatch. Connecting with a loud wet paaash! A shockwave of masochistic pleasure surges from head to toe. He keeps wailing away between my widely stretched legs, making me roar like a lioness.

"You better remember this pain, bitch. It'll remind you not to be a slutty trollop at Oxford."

"Yes sir, Mister Keofferam. Whip me harder to make me pure!"

He whacks my clit faster and harder, soon bringing me to a massive squirting orgasm. Clear jizz mixes with white milk in our white marble bathtub. I feel like I'm floating in mid-air, with adrenaline and endorphins surging through my veins.