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."
"Mee
oww-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."
"Mee
owww
."
"Mee
owww
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
