Purr

Alex?s cell vibrated in his pocket and his cock hardened in simple-minded kneejerk Pavlovian response. He*knew*the vibration*signaled a text, and he knew Evie had sent that*text, which could mean only one thing.*Evie was back in town.Fuck.She said she?d be here this week. She had keys to his place. Not that she ever bothered to use them.It had to be her.He leaned forward in his office chair to hide his growing erection and to bring the conversation with his co-worker to a close so he could check his phone.?Let me look at the metrics,? Alex said, ?but I?m sure we?ll be fine. Web traffic is up, analytics are solid. We?ll be above baseline by next week.? His phone vibrated again, so close to his now pulsing cock it contributed to his hardness. Damn, he wanted to see the text.He stood up from behind his desk and swept around the side, gesturing to the entrance, leading his still jabbering co-worker to the door. He felt sure his erection was noticeable, but no longer cared. He had to see what Evie sent.The already forgotten co-worker walked out of the office. Alex flipped the door shut on him absently as he stumbled*back to his desk, fishing for his pocketed phone. His fingertips brushed against his still swelling hardness as he pulled the phone out, leaving him so flustered he missed the text icon twice before he got the app open.An unknown number screamed in bold from the small glass screen. He forced himself to slow down, catch his breath.One. Two. Three.He pressed on the number. A photo appeared. Kitty ears peeking mischievously up from the bottom of the screen.Below the image read a single word: Purr.Blood rushed to his cock in a flood; he actually got light-headed. He sat down. He steadied himself and examined the picture.Evie had obviously gone to some trouble to set up the shot. She had sent a selfie, taken through the conduit of his bedroom mirror. A rectangle of sunlight from her window artfully washed out the background of the shot, allowing the ears to take center stage. She wore the lace pair, the fifth set of ears they?d gone through during the unhinged on again/off again year they?d spent together. The other pairs of ears had been respectively ripped, crushed, lost in a Vegas strip club, and left under a hotel bed.Under the ears sat a tousle of black hair. She?d dyed her hair black too; she knew how much he loved it when she changed her hair color. It made him feel like he was fucking a stranger. Or a fantasy.Clearly, she had come to town prepared.His cock throbbed in anticipation.He looked a little closer, then spread his fingers to increase the zoom. In the window glass behind her he could make out the reflection of her bewitchingly hot little ass, and a tiny indistinct shape just below it that he couldn?t quite make out but knew with certainty was a furry black tail. It matched her hair.Fuck.The idea of her naked in his apartment, right now, in front of his mirror, wearing those ears, and that tail, sent his*mind tumbling and his cock surging.He looked at the clock. Three more hours until work was over.* * *Last time Alex had seen her, she?d been blonde. She?s also been naked, save for a pair of black kitty ears perched askew on the top of her head.Wonder what happened to them? Evie mused as she carefully applied a thick layer of eyeliner, accenting her cat green eyes with help from the mirror on the dresser. His dresser. His bathroom. He?d given her a set of keys at some point, in case she ever needed to crash. She might even still have them. Somewhere. Sneaking in through the back window was far more enjoyable.It seemed she was always losing things. It made him a bit crazy. She smiled at how crazy he sometimes got. Oh, right. A sudden memory; the first time her ears had been the casualties of their passionate hookups. She vaguely recalled leaving them on a mannequin at a cheap lingerie shop in? Vegas, maybe? She?d been pretty wiped out at the time after partying all night and she?d needed a pair of panties. She?d considered it a fair trade.She felt a stirring between her thighs at the memory. She?d walked through the lobby of the hotel half dressed and covered with cum, daring anyone to say something. The looks she?d gotten had been priceless.Planting a soft kiss upon the tip of one slender finger she watched, almost hypnotized, as her reflection slipped a hand between her legs and pressed the moist fingertip to her sensitive clit with a sharp intake of breath, her body shivering with primal hunger as she teased herself right up to the very edge.Patience, she reminded herself, panting with lust, her fingers balling up into fists and falling to her sides. It was always so much better if she waited. Still, she hated waiting.She purred, wrinkling up her nose at the face in the mirror and thinking of Alex. Alex, who had a way of bringing out her inner feline and transforming her into a lust-filled kitten.Her gaze wandered towards the unmade bed, lips pressed tightly together in a smile. She?d marked it when she?d first broken in by peeing a little on one of his pillows. He?d always been after her to leave him something to remember her by, after all. Her costume ? her second skin, really ? lay on the sheets. A brand new pair of black lace ears were the centerpiece, sitting like a sundae cherry atop several other items; a long black tail attached to a plug and a pair of sheer black stockings and matching gloves. On one of the pillows, the one she hadn?t pissed on, she?d left a slender pink leather collar with a paw-shaped metal tag inscribed with her name.Kitty, that is. Not Evie. Evie would never wear a collar. It was demeaning. Evie didn?t like being owned. Kitty did. At least when it suited her mercurial nature.Evie continued to wrestle with temptation at the thought of being collared, hands fluttering to her breasts without permission so that she could twist and tease overly sensitive nipples for the space of several quickening heartbeats before taking control again. Or, rather, turning it over to Kitty?Slipping off the chair gracefully to the floor, she settled on hands, or rather paws, and knees, a pleased sigh escaping as she flexed her fingers into the thick carpet and made her way towards the bed, putting a little extra sway into her hips and ass, imagining what she must look like from behind.If only you could see me now, Alex. He?d have had his pants down, trying to shove his thick beautiful cock in her from behind. He?d have to wait, though. Just something else to drive him so mad that he?d be unable to think of anything else. It wouldn?t take much.Resting her chin on the mattress she reached out for her ears, coaxing them closer with a single finger, dragging them to the edge of the bed, teeth closing carefully on one delicate Side Escort tip. With a sense of pride, she retreated to the mirror and posed, sitting back on her heels, chair forgotten as she carefully donned her ears. They matched her slightly ruffled raven black hair to perfection.Her eyes grew wide with kitten-like wonder as she admired herself, a self-satisfied rumble building in her chest as she fumbled for her phone. Just a tease. He might suspect that she was naked, but, with only the top half of her face filling the screen on her screen, he wouldn?t know for sure.?Come play with your kitten,? she mouthed seductively as she snapped a photo as she sent it before dripping the phone carelessly. Time to finish the transformation.?Goodbye, Evie,? she whispered with a delighted giggle.* * *Fuck.Evie was back.He?d met Evie at a bar?where else??as rain pattered against the glass of the storefront windows, streetlights painting the rivulets of water as they ran down the plate glass like tears.She sat wet and bedraggled in the corner of the bar, alone, shivering in a winter coat three sizes too big, mascara smudged and running, hair a wet mess, an incongruous pair of bent and stained kitty ears perched atop it. A weathered O-ring collar constrained her neck.Alex once had an old girlfriend who was into the whole sex-kitten thing, all pouty licks and cute little paws and perky fur ears and a bell around her neck. A pampered, domesticated, well-groomed fuck-kitten.This girl looked like a stray. An alley-cat: feral, unbroken, wild.She looked hot. Hotter than the old girlfriend, even, Alex noted with surprise.He approached her booth, sat down silently across from her. She barely reacted at all.?Can I buy you a drink??No response.?Can I get you anything?Nothing.?Hot tea? Some food? A towel??She looked up at him through veiled eyes.?How ?bout a bed?? she replied.His cock sprung alive. So did all the alarm bells. Was she crazy? Did he care? Would she steal from him? Hurt him? Would he be a headline in the morning paper? He took several moments before answering with a, ?Sure,? that he hoped sounded more confident than he actually was.She replied with a purring trill of her tongue that made all the alarm bells go silent as blood engorged his cock.They went to his apartment, nearly wordless during the walk down the rainy midnight streets. He gave her a towel and some dry clothes, fed her some leftover pizza.She asked if she could take a hot bath. He responded with the same drawled, ?Sure,? and he gave her some space to get herself together. When he reentered the living room he found her asleep on the threadbare couch.He put an equally threadbare blanket over her and went to his bed alone.He awoke in the middle of the night to find her kneeling on the bed at his side, hair washed and combed, eyes clear and sparkling, ears straightened as if alert for sounds of mice and struggling birds.She had attached a leash to her O-ring collar. She held it loosely in her mouth, silently offering the leather strip to him.She purred.* * *This had always been her favorite part. Alex had asked about it once. What does it feel like?She?d gone silent, her thoughts far away, vaguely remembering a time when she'd fought to hold on to what she thought of as her ?normal? self, never quite letting her Kitty self have full reign. Her transformation, so to speak, wasn't something that happened overnight. It had been a gradual evolution of sorts, starting when she was much younger, sometime around her seventeenth birthday.And it hadn't always tied to sexual exploits. It was one of many secrets she kept from her lovers, Alex included, that she would often shed her humanity like an old pair of jeans in the privacy of where ever she happened to be at the moment and simply let Kitty take over. It was blissful to be free of all worries and concerns; to simply be in the moment enjoying the pleasure of laying naked in the window, the sunshine heating her flesh, her thoughts quiet and at peace. Sometimes she'd prowl through her rooms at night, sometimes even on all fours, eventually curling up on a blanket laid out beneath the dining room table and drift off to sleep, thoughts of the coming day a million miles away.Eventually, she found it easier and easier to simply let Kitty take over and give Evie a rest. At times she wondered if*perhaps*it would become the other way around; that it was Kitty who would allow Evie, with her fucked up childhood and her addictions and her dark and sometimes violent moods to visit from time to time. She wondered if she could just put her in a box in the back of her head and forget about her.She hadn?t shared any of that. She?d just given him an enigmatic smile accompanied by a very cat-like shrug before completely ignoring his question. Later, after he lay spent beside her, one arm wrapped possessively around her waist, she gave it some thought. It felt like a sunrise. That magical time when night transformed into day, the darkness giving way to not only light, but a palette of colors that melted into each other. It felt like being reborn, in some ways, leaving the shadows of*misdeeds and ill fortune behind. It felt like shedding every hardship ever experienced. It never lasted. Being Kitty wasn?t something she could hold onto forever, but while it did, it was glorious.She crawled up onto the bed, touching each item. How many times had she done this? Too many to count. Not just for Alex, either. Not that it was ever really for anyone but herself. She belonged to no one. There was a ritual involved, in a sense. In order to embrace Kitty, she had to let go of Evie.She let loose a soft purr, that soft trill of the tongue that she knew drove Alex wild, as she lay on her stomach and rubbed her cheek against the soft fur of her tail, one hand drifting languidly along her flank, hips rolling with a slow sensuality as she rubbed her pussy against the covers, lashes fluttering with self-induced pleasure. Letting go all the little things that made up Evie left only desire. Everything became about wants and needs and, most of all, pleasure.Rolling onto one side, she reached out for her stockings, hooking a nail, claw-like, beneath it and pulling it close and taking a long moment to rub it over her face, luxuriating in the slinky feel of it against her soft cheek. She imagined what it would feel like for Alex if she were to tease him with one encased foot, slowly sliding her toes along his calf, teasing his inner thigh then leaving him, brushing her toes against his erect cock then leaving him wanting.?Mmmm.? Not quite a purr, but close as she lay on her back, gathering the sheer black stocking and slipping it over one gracefully arched toe, pulling manavgat escort bayan it up over finely shaped calf and slender thigh. Purring in earnest she repeated the process with the other, taking her time as she paused to lick fingertips and teased an already moist pussy as a reward, letting slip a shuddering moan she undulated with pleasure.Bad Kitty. She giggled softly, shaking herself from the sexual trance she had nearly lost herself in. Patience. Her gloves came next. Black lace adorned with delicate pink ribbons. A hint of femininity, not that she needed the reminder. It simply pleased her because they were pretty. The stockings and gloves were merely decorations. It was her ears and tail that brought Kitty out to play. Her tail was two and a half feet of thick luxurious ebony fur attached to a flesh-colored plug tapered at one end to fit into her ass. She felt her breath catch, her heartbeat quickening behind her ribs as she rolled once more over on her side, the tip of the rubber plug brushing her nose.Alex had always been fascinated by it. More than once he?d asked if he could watch her put it on. Put it in. She always refused for no other reason than he wanted too so badly.Purr.Evie slipped her tongue from between soft lips and playfully licked the rubber tip wondering if perhaps she would grant his wish tonight?or ever?as she raised one leg and inserted the plug into her now very wet pussy, twisting it slowly until it was slick with her juices, preparing it for her ass. Unable to resist, she began fucking herself breathlessly. It took real effort to pull it from her tightly clenched cunt.She took out her phone. She pointed it toward her ass?she?d done this so many times she knew the exact angle and distance--and hit record as she pressed the black rubber tip of the tail to the tight ring of her ass.Breathing slowly out, she tried to relax, pushing slowly, feeling it spreading her asshole uncomfortably until, with a soft plop that was more felt than heard, sealing itself within.She turned off the video. She scrolled to Alex?s number and hit Send.Playfully, she rolled around on the bed, awash in luminescent ecstasy, grinding*against the mattress before sliding to the floor, hands and knees sinking into lush carpet. There was still make up to apply. And her collar. There would be plenty of time for that before he arrived. For now, she was content to prowl through his place shamelessly.* * *Sometimes she fucked as Evie, sometimes she fucked as Kitty.Her transformation never failed to arouse him.Most of the time the change from Evie to Kitty took place offstage, in the wings of the theater (for he did not doubt this was all performance). In the bathroom, door closed. In the car, sitting next to him as he drove. Sometimes she?d meet him at his apartment already in character as Kitty. Sometimes she?d meet him as Evie and stay Evie all night long.Evie was a pretty hot fuck too. She had tricks of her own. But she was no Kitty.The first time he saw her transform, they lay together on a mattress on the floor, done with that first fast fuck, waiting to regain their breath for round two. She passed him a pipe. He inhaled deeply, passed it back. He watched the way she handled the pipe. Examining the texture of the wood, the residual heat of the bowl, as she inhaled, and as she exhaled she regarded the cloud of sweet smoke before her as if she had dreamed it into being.She touched his arm, gently, her fingertips running the length of his arm.?That feels so fucking good,? he said. She did not respond. She seemed in a place beyond words.She pressed her face*against his hand, and with her cheek traced a path up his arm and across his chest. For an instant she stopped and looked at him, her features inscrutable, mouth lax, eyes open and seeing everything at once.She touched him as if the touch was the only thing that mattered, the sensation was so large it crowded out everything else in her mind, awakening some usually dormant part of her mind.She purred.She didn?t sound like a cat, or even someone pretending to be a cat. The sound?and it wasn?t a sound so much as a vibration--was neither feline nor human, and came from somewhere within her, a thrumming that spread from her throat to her cheeks, her mouth, her tits and ass and pussy.She continued her way down his chest. She no longer used just her cheek, but swiveled her head to give him everything, her lips and tongue and cheeks and nose and hair, bathing him in sensation. Like nothing he had ever experienced before.She made her way to his cock.She didn?t take him in her mouth. She didn?t need to.She caressed his length, licking her hands like tiny paws before stroking his shaft and balls. She ran her face across his cockhead, letting him feel the warm otherworldly vibrations. She pressed her neck and throat against him, allowing him closer to the trilling miracle at her center. She wrapped his thickness languidly in loops of her long hair, pulling away to allow her silky textures to slide against his skin. She focused her hot damp breath on him. She teased him with small licks and nips.She paused to pin her eyes to his with a fervid gaze. She gave the head of his cock one long shivering lick, using the full length and curled width of her tongue.He came suddenly.Jets of cum pulsed against her pretty cheek, oozing across her lips and tongue, dripping down her neck, painting her cheeks.He watched transfixed for minutes as she casually groomed herself, licking her fingers, scooping up his cum with paw-like swipes and smearing it on her tongue and lips, licking the whole hot mess away.She used no toys or props: no ears, no tail, no whiskers, no gloves. She didn?t need to dress like a cat.She was Kitty.Not always did Kitty play the tranquil tease. She scratched, with fingernails and feet. She howled. She screeched. She bit.She?d embroil herself in vicious fights, she?d lay tranquil for hours in his arms.She threw off her restraints often. She stole money and booze and drugs.She left without warning, she returned when least expected. She?d display her bruises, her needle marks, her bloodshot eyes, without pride or shame.She could not be controlled. She could not be trusted.No wonder he wanted to keep her on a leash.* * *Kitty loved being naked. Loved the freedom of it. Sometimes it had gotten her in trouble, though. Evie understood that there was a time and a place for it, but Kitty didn?t always.Curiously, she moved about the room, nose wrinkling at the cacophony of scents all overlapped by the smell of him. She?d never thought about it too much, why her sense of smell seemed to sharpen when she was in this state. Alex had once suggested it was simply because Escort alanya she was more aware of it. She?d shrugged that off with a frown. It didn?t matter why, it merely was.She recalled that night vividly. She?d been restless. He?d wanted to stay in and fuck, and she?d let him have his way, at least at first. Eventually, though, she?d begun to feel claustrophobic, feeling confined in his suddenly too small bedroom. The air was stale and the bed smelled of pussy, cum, sweat, and hashish.?I can?t breathe,? she?d wanted to tell him, only she had no words. Kitty had no words. Frustrated at his puzzled reaction to her anguished mewl, she lashed out with a hiss, her nails raking his cheek and drawing blood. She backed away until she felt the chill of the glass window behind her.Without thought of the consequences, she escaped, slipping out into the night wearing only her collar and her ears, prowling the shadows, silent and alert for trouble. That night she?d avoided any. She wasn?t always that lucky.Like the night she simply felt Kitty take over in a club after getting high. Kitty hated the four-inch heels she?d worn and hated the lycra dress even more, so she?d simply shed them and continued to dance, quickly drawing far too much attention to herself, not that she minded.She?d awoken the next morning in somebody?s back yard, curled up under a bush, nursing a hangover, her flesh tacky with cum, her ass and tits covered with bruises.The memory of it made her purr louder as she rubbed against the faux leather of the sole chair in the room. She wondered, absently, if she still had something in her purse. A hit of X or maybe a tab, but the thought fled as quickly as it had come, replaced with another. She missed her collar. She felt incomplete without it. Besides, Alex loved seeing her in it and she wanted to please him more than anything. That might change, but right now, she felt an inexplicable urge to be his playful little kitten.Drawn back to the bed, pulling herself on top of the mattress, she sat, bare ass on stockinged heels, running fingertips over the edges of the pink strip of leather, smiling at the sound of the tag as it bumped against the little silver bell, a sound that would accompany her everywhere once she buckled it around her slender throat. She wasted no time in doing exactly that. Then, fishing out a small mirror and a makeup pencil, she blackened the tip of her nose and drew a trio of three whiskers on each cheek, completing her ritual.Licking her lips, barely aware of her hand snaking between her slowly spreading thighs, she closed her eyes and let her memories and the very last trace of Evie slip away.* * *Purr.He couldn?t get it out of his head. That thrum, that trill, that quiver.She sent texts every fifteen minutes or so. He never bothered to respond; she simply ignored his responses, and always had. She displayed a ninja-like ability to tease him with the simplest of texts. She knew instinctively how to keep him hard and on edge, how long to take between texts, when to leave him dangling, when to follow up with more. As the tease played out she relied less on words, more on selfies, the transformation from Evie to Kitty mapped by her increasing wordlessness.After that seismic first text of ?Purr,? paired with the enigmatic shot of the kitty ears poised on her unruly mass of black hair, he waited about a half an hour. Her next text arrived with a silent vibration from his cell that he felt down to his bones; he had been studying her first text when it arrived and jumped at the notification.No words, no picture this time. A fifteen-second video of Kitty (not Evie) showing an extreme closeup of one of her tits. Her fingers crept into the frame, the sleeves of her gloves visible (which was how he knew it was Kitty and not Evie) as her fingertips approached her already erect nipple. She took her nipple between thumb and forefinger and rolled it, back and forth, several times. She pinched it, pulling it away from the meat of her tit, distending it. He thought he caught a glimpse of where the bite of recently used nipple clamps had left in a tell-tale indentation in her flesh in the split second before she released her nipple, her tit bouncing playfully back into place as the screen went black.He watched the video at least ten more times, his cock growing ever-harder. He felt pre-cum leaking out of the tip. Two more hours before work ended. Could he leave early?The next text arrived about twenty minutes later. This was a familiar pattern with her when she teased him; the increments of time between teases grew gradually smaller, as if she were a scientist studying his arousal, feeding him carefully timed stimuli before giving him his reward.This video was longer. The first several seconds she wasn?t even in the shot at all, though he could see movement through the reflection in the window glass. Then, suddenly, she squatted down in front of the camera, her tantalising ass and pussy aimed directly into the lens as she dropped to her knees. He spied the wet shine of lube around her asshole.A bulb of flesh-colored rubber rounded the curve of her ass and came into the center of the frame. A length of soft black fabric followed the bulb. He immediately recognized it as her tail.Kitty?s tail.She?d never let him see her put it on before. She enjoyed the control.She toyed with him, teasing her asshole with the tip of the plug, letting it slide a fraction of an inch inside her ass before pulling it back out, playing with the rim, knowing how much he enjoyed playing with her ass, licking her, fingering her, fucking her. The plug slowly spread out the rim of her ass, the taper entering her with impossible ease, teasing it in, easing it out.Her pussy pouted from the bottom of the screen, wet and inviting. She teased her entrance with the plug, turning the bulb between her pussy lips, wetting the entire surface of the rubber with her juices. She slid it back toward her ass, leaving a wet trail across her skin as she made her way back to her ass.She accepted the plug with a sigh as it slid all the way inside with liquid ease, her ass clenching around it.She shook her ass. Her tail bounced flirtatiously. The video ended.Ten minutes later she sent him an audio file. The phone now lay on his desk, his eyes glued to it as he awaited the next text. He picked it up before the notification vibration had even stopped. He hit Play.He heard the tinkle of the little bell around her collar, followed by the purring trill of her breath.Fuck.He could wait no longer.He shot off an email to his boss complaining of a sick pet at home (not entirely untrue) and was out the door, car keys in hand, legs unsteady, cock trembling, mind awhirl in with a thick froth of memory and desire.He ran yellow lights, honked at cars that drove too slow, swore at buses and road construction. He parked in a handicapped spot in front of his building and bounded up the stairs to her door.He knocked. He knew she wouldn?t answer it. She never did. This too was part of the game.