Miranda and Kitty

I went to my friend, wearing my Kitty ears, one day and asked to borrow ‘a cup of porn’.

“A cup of porn? What’s that?” Was her reply.

“Oh, you don’t know? Shall I show you?”

“Kitty, you’re making no sense. What do you want?” She looked at me with a puzzled face.

“That, Miranda, should be fairly obvious. I would like to have sex with you. I brought condoms, roses and...”

I brought my hands from my back around to the front and held out the roses and a DVD.

“Asian porn! You bastard, you know I can’t pass up an opportunity to watch that! Get yer arse in here,” Miranda beckoned me in.

“Yeah, I’m in,” I exclaimed.

“Not yet. You still have to make me horny.”

“Won’t the porn see to that?”

“No doubt, but I think, for that, you should be my slave.”

“Awww, damn!”

“No complaining. Undress me, Kitty.”

With no choice given, I went to it. It’s just as well she wasn’t wearing much to begin with because my hands were very shaky from the excitement. It was that sexy beast’s fault. I started with her tight, red t-shirt with the slogan “dare you to look” emblazoned upon the chest. I was about to start on her bra, but she wasn’t wearing one, so I just squeezed and sucked on her tits. They looked so much better, now that they were liberated from their t-shirt prison.

“Kitty, you bad boy, is that an erection I see?” Miranda needlessly asked.

“Yes,” I said looking up from sucking on her breasts.

“Lose it now, or no sex for you!”

Right, just how do I lose a fucking erection that has taken hold of what little sense I had to begin with? Her tits, rather lovely handfuls, with big, pink nipples were taunting me by being so damned tasty and squeezable. By the time I’d stopped sucking and tried to lose my erection, she had pulled away from me and put the DVD in and was sitting down watching the porn. I couldn’t shake my erection, I just couldn’t. So, no sex for me? Looks like it.

“I suppose, Kitty, I should take it as a compliment that you’d deign to get hard around me, after I forbade you.”

“I bally well can’t help it, woman! This thing...” I said, pointing to my tented trousers, “...has a mind of it’s own!”

“Aw, poor babe!” She mocked me, “But enough of your moaning, get me moaning, now,” I was commanded.

I whipped her trousers off and ripped her thong off.

“A purple thong? You hussy!”

“Shush and get me licked, I’m trying to watch the movie.”

“Ya bam, I wanted to fuck you.”

“There there, be a good Kitty and then you might get your reward,” Miranda patted my head.

The porn was quite stimulating, but it was the aroma of her pussy that got me going. I suppose I’d have to curb that, if I wanted to get my cock buried between those heavenly legs. I tried to tease, but she was having none of it.

“Hurry, Kitty, get me off!”

My tongue headed straight for her clit. I knew she could cum really fast, so I was hoping that the horniness would make her give in and let me fuck her. I know it’s really selfish, but I’m just as horny as her and I need a release, too.

“Kitty, stop licking my clitty. I might cum and I really don’t want that yet. There’s plenty more for you to be lapping at.”

“Miranda, at least let me get undressed, this hard on is beginning to hurt, pressing up against my trousers?” I begged, like the good Kitty I am.

“Since you asked so nicely, Kitty, go on.”

I thanked her and whipped my clothes off really quickly.

“Thank fuck for that,” I sighed.

“Not yet, you’ve still got to get me off, remember?”

“Arr!” I sad through gnashed teeth.

To my knees, I got, and parted Miranda’s legs wide. She was glistening and shuddering just a bit. Naughty, horny woman! I licked at her slit and avoided, just as she’d told me to, the clitoris. I just decided to enjoy licking her slit and fucking her with my tongue. I looked up and a wicked look spread across Miranda’s face. She was planning something and knowing her twisted mind, I knew it would involve squeezing of some kind. She likes to squeeze things, which sounds fun in theory, but can be quite painful. She’s got powerful thighs, you see.

“Kitty?” She asked.

“Yuh-huh?” I said, with trepidation, my tongue still inside her.

“Watch this!”

Miranda’s legs closed and she grabbed a tuft of my long hair. She scooted forward and squeezed her pussy muscles on my tongue. Holy crap, that felt weirdly good! Her butt was hanging over the side of the couch and I couldn’t resist trying to penetrate it with my finger. Ultimately, I failed because she had too much control over me.

“Mffanda!” I muffled.

“Yes?”

“mmmt fee guh!” I tried to say “let me go”.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

I slapped her thigh and she let out a yelp and let me me go.

“...sake woman, I was running out of air there!”

“Really? I’m sorry, I got a bit carried away, I guess. You’ve still not made me cum,” she smiled wickedly.

“No more squeezing, willya? That shit hurts!”

“Huh and I thought Kitty liked pain,” Miranda looked a little crestfallen.

“Only spanking.”

I got back between Miranda’s legs and started upon her clit.

“May I finger you, Mistress?” I asked.

“Okay, Kitty.”

“Thank you,” I smiled.

I got to it, then. My fingers invaded their way inside her and she squeezed them. That woman had amazing pussy muscles! My tongue landed upon her clit and my fingers worked around as if they were playing “Dragon Attack” by Queen. My beard was getting full of pussy juice and my hair was being pulled. Closer and closer I emanated to her.

“Uh-oh!” Miranda giggled.

I knew what was coming and how to make it keep coming.

“Here we go!” Miranda squealed like a wee high school girl.

And there she went. Her pussy pushed my fingers out and she gushed all over my face. I loved it when she squirted and I smiled and lapped it all up as much as I could, just like a good Kitty does. Miranda squealed and moaned and flopped on the couch. I smiled at having got my cream.

“Good Kitty,” She said, petting my head.

“Thank you,” I smiled.

“So, cup of porn? What the fuck is that?”

“Well, I’ll have to show you, get that hand around my cock!”

“Kitty, that’s a bit commanding, isn’t it?” She stood with her hands on her hips.

“I’m in charge now, so do it, or I won’t come back to give you another good squirt.”

“Fuck you!”

Miranda pushed me onto the floor and impaled herself on my cock in one quick move.

“Nice, Miranda, Kitty likes very much. No condom?”

“Fuck putting a condom on, just take the risk!”

“Fuck yeah,” I grinned.

Honestly, readers, I’d like to tell you about how I felt, but Miranda fucked me so hard, I could barely remember it. All I remember is that she was tighter than I remember from the last time and I’m damned sure she squirted again. I know one thing for sure: She stuck her finger inside my backside and fucked me so hard that I hurt for days afterwards. I’m pretty sure she must have been working on my butt for quite some time.

“Kitty? Kitty, you awake?” Miranda asked, “KITTY!” She yelled and then I felt a sharp slap on my face.

“Hey! That hurt!”

“...thought you’d never wake up. Guess I went a bit hard.”

“Looks like. Fuck, did I pass out?”

“Yeah, but I stopped before you came, so you can go again.”

“You’re fucking brilliant, but just a handjob will do. Wait here a moment.”

Miranda gave me a puzzled look and I went to the kitchen to grab a cup.

“What’s that for?”

“You’ll see.”

“I take it you want me to jack you off? Is that all you want?”

“Yeah, that’ll do me.”

“Sure? I’d gladly fuck you, or blow you off.”

“Well, you can blow me off, I’d like that, just make sure I don’t cum in your mouth.”

“Um, okay? I’m miffed, but I’ll do that.”

Miranda got on her knees and took my balls into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around them and nibbled gently on my scrotum. I’d forgotten how much she liked to nibble.

“So, Kitty likes a spanking?” Miranda asked.

“Yes.”

Miranda took my cock deep into her mouth and slapped my backside. I lurched and thrust forward a bit and she gagged.

“I’m sorry,” I apologised.

“Don’t apologise, I like to gag,” Miranda smiled.

“Weirdo.”

She continued slapping my backside and choking on my cock. She controlled my cock such that it went from one side of her mouth to the other, grazing against her cheeks. I’ve always been pretty excitable, so it didn’t take too long before I was getting ready to cum. Luckily the cup was close by.

“I’m cumming, the cup!” I shouted.

Miranda took the cup and directed my cum into it. I thought I’d never stop ejaculating. There must have been at least a quarter of a cup there.

“I think I understand now,” Miranda smiled.

“Do you?”

“Yes, well, you’ve only ever seen this in porn, so you dubbed it a ‘cup of porn’, right?”

“Yeah, now you know what to do?”

“Sure.”

Miranda made a swirling motion and took a sip of cum.

“Mmm, Kitty, your DNA tastes nice!” She smiled and downed the whole lot.

I got up and switched off the video recorder that I’d secreted near the TV whilst Miranda wasn’t looking.

“Shall we watch what we just did?” I asked in a commanding tone.

“You bastard, you know I can’t resist the urge to watch myself!”

I put the DVD in and we watched ourselves. It wasn’t long before we needed to act upon our renewed horniness.