Changing Positions — Fuzzy Firsts
by Farleven
“Ah, Miss Wilson, it’s good to see you this morning.” Mr. Geren smiled as I brought in his morning coffee. As ridiculous as I felt delivering coffee to the senior managers, I had to admit that I liked Mr. Geren. He was actually kind of nice to me, which was saying a lot given that I was just a lowly intern.
“Here you are, sir. Hazelnut with just a little cream.” I carefully placed the cup on the side of his desk, just as he liked. I knew he wouldn’t actually drink it until it had cooled down. As this seemed to be my job I’d made sure to note all the habits of the managers I served. It wasn’t just bringing the coffee; it was knowing when to take it away.
I may have been an intern, but I knew how things worked in the office. If I wanted to get ahead, and maybe a permanent job here, I’d have to make sure I pleased my superiors. That didn’t mean I was entirely happy with serving coffee, but it was the price I had to pay. It wasn’t easy breaking into advertising these days, and no matter how good my grades in college were, I knew it was just as important to get a good network built up.
“Thank you, dear.” Mr. Geren nodded and went back to his work. He was always so serious. I don’t think there was a day he wasn’t dressed in a designer suit. He just projected confidence. Even the way he didn’t dye his short gray hair set him apart from the other managers. Sure, he was getting a bit older, but he wasn’t ashamed of it. I had to admit, even if he was probably twenty years older than me, he didn’t have anything to be ashamed of. He clearly kept fit and I didn’t doubt he’d put plenty of my male classmates to shame at the gym.
“My pleasure, sir.” I smiled and picked up my tray. I had a lot more cups to deliver this morning. The best thing about Mr. Geren was that he didn’t even leer at me. Most of the other managers made a point of checking out my chest or ass, but if he ever did, I’d never noticed. I liked to think I was pretty attractive despite my still kind of girlish figure, but I never felt like I was being objectified when I was in this office.
The other managers were an entirely different story. I was just glad they’d kept their hands off. I could deal with the roaming eyes.
“Ooh, I see you’ve stopped by Geren’s office already. Any luck melting the ice man today?” Mindy giggled as she strutted by. I grumbled a little as the busty blond gave me a devilish smile. She was a second year intern, and was assisting with real campaigns. It was no secret that she’d made use of her curvy assets to get the position. She had at least two different managers wrapped around her fingers, and she walked around like she owned the place.
“Nope, still the same serious Gus.” I shook my head. As much as I wanted to grumble at her, I knew I didn’t want to get on her bad side. I’d already seen her drive another intern out of the office. It wasn’t like Mindy would come straight at me. It would be all rumors and gossip until everyone either thought I was easy, a tease or a lesbian.
“Aw, too bad. I’ve heard working for him can be a real boost to your career.” Mindy smiled and then made a sharp turn and headed off towards the executive offices. I didn’t want to think about what she was going to do there.
The fact was, it wasn’t just Mindy. That was probably the worst part about working here. It wasn’t that you had to sleep around to get ahead; it was just that most of the women who stayed here did. A little asking around my other friends told me that pretty much all the advertising agencies were like this any more. There were just too few jobs to not use all of your assets to get ahead.
That didn’t mean I was feeling like moving up that particular ladder. Most of the mangers were just too disgusting to even think about doing anything with. Even if they had the looks, their attitudes were all just terrible. I might have considered it if it was the right guy, one that at least seemed decent, but I had other issues.
Of course, the other part was, I hadn’t exactly slept around in college or high school. Sure, I’d dated, but nothing had ever been that serious, but the fact was I’d never gone all the way yet. I wasn’t innocent or anything, I’d just not met the right guy, or at least that was what I told myself. The last thing I wanted was to have my first time be with some jerk I didn’t even like just to get a better job.
I tried not to fret too much about it. I just delivered my cups and went back around to pick them up. I’d managed to get all the way through my duties and even half of my afternoon errands before it was time to pick up Mr. Geren’s cup. He was a slow drinker, so I usually wouldn’t swing by his office until it was almost lunchtime.
Today, his cup was in the normal spot, empty and waiting for me. Mr. Geren was busy typing on his computer but when he saw me enter, he took off his dark rimmed glasses and smiled at me.
“Do you have a moment, Miss Wilson?” He asked as he turned away from the computer and looked me over. I quivered a bit. It wasn’t a leer, more like the look you’d give a work of art, and I felt it as more of a compliment than anything else.
“Certainly, sir.” I put his cup back down and stood next to the desk. Mr. Geren had never asked for anything more than coffee from me. He hadn’t even asked for normal errands to deliver things for him or anything. As managers went he had been pretty low maintenance, which was probably another reason why I liked him.
“I’m sure you’ve become aware by now of the way that our office operates. I’ve been rather impressed by your discretion as a matter of fact.” He stated as he looked up at me with the same controlled expression he always had. I felt a shiver run up my spine. He couldn’t be talking about what I thought he was talking about. It was probably just my dirty mind after having bumped into Mindy this morning.
“Thank you, sir.” I managed to reply. I really had no idea where this conversation was going, but I was quickly growing curious.
“It is always refreshing to see an intern taking the opportunity to assess their situation and having the integrity to resist the easy path. I suppose that is why I’ve not indulged in such things for many years.” He continued. I had a hard time believing that Mr. Geren would ever have taken advantage of his interns. He gave me a wry grin when he looked into my eyes.
“I’m not blind, my good Miss Wilson, and I am a man. In my younger days, I did not always have the resolve to resist the advances of the more eager interns. It was something I learned to regret, despite any momentary enjoyment.” He replied to my shocked expression.
“As a matter of fact, I’ve learned that I have more, shall we say, refined and exotic taste. First, let me state, that I do not wish to make you uncomfortable, but I have a proposition for you. You are free to leave if you don’t want to hear it.” He motioned towards the door. I think I must have just stood there and blinked at that point. I never imagined that Mr. Geren would try to proposition me, or that he’d be so straight about it.
“I’ll hear you out, sir.” I nodded. I was far too curious to have him stop now. I was surprised by just how exciting it was listening to him. Most of the managers here were pretty open about their intents, but they lacked all of the style and composure that Mr. Geren could exude so casually.
“I appreciate that, Miss. Wilson. This isn’t an easy thing for me either. I am careful about who I bring into my confidence, and there is always a risk, not matter how well I prepare for it.” He motioned towards a small chair next to his desk. “Please, sit.”
I followed his directions and got as comfortable as I could given the serious way he spoke and the strange turn my day had taken.
“Now, if I judge you correctly, Miss. Wilson, you are a person whom people can confide in. You wouldn’t be here if I did not believe that.”
“Yes, sir, you can trust me.” I nodded. It was true. It was another of those points that made me less popular around the office, I didn’t gossip.
“I haven’t doubted that since I met you. So let me explain my proposition.” He opened up his drawer and pulled out a little black box with strange looking markings written in dark blue around the top edge. It was not much bigger than a paperback book, but somehow, I knew it was something special from the way he held it carefully in his hands.
“Some years ago, I came into the possession of this technology. A small company had come to us to launch a new advertising campaign and I was given a sample to help me research for it. A few days later, the company disappeared. I tried to locate them, at least to return their sample, but I soon found myself blocked by government agents among other things. So I kept this.” He held it in the palm of his hand so that I could see it.
“I didn’t know what it was at first, or what it did. The company was very sketchy about those details, but after some experimentation, I discovered what it could do. It can modify people in a variety of ways. In fact, it seems to be capable of changing anything that can be imagined, and then triggering a rewriting of a person’s DNA to match the desired form.” He looked up at me. I’m sure he suspected that I was just as surprised to hear that, as he seemed to have been when he discovered it.
“Sir?” I asked. As fascinating as it was I couldn’t imagine what it had to do with me.
“I know it is quite unbelievable, but I assure you, it is true. I’ve kept my possession of it a closely guarded secret, but as I said I am a man, and I have my weaknesses.” He pulled his head back for a moment and looked towards the ceiling before returning his gaze to me.
“As I said, I have refined taste. Once, you have sampled the finest vintage of French wine, you can’t go back to something poured from a box. While I could indulge myself with the common fair on offer in this office on a whim, such diversions are no longer satisfying. With this device, I have been able to take a lovely young woman and reshape her into perfection, both body and mind.” He let that hand in the air.
I drew in a deep breath. It sounded crazy. The implications were clear. He wanted to use his little device on me, change me somehow and then probably have sex with me. I was usually pretty good at reading people, and that was what I was feeling now.
The strangest part was, I wasn’t bolting out of the room. Maybe it was his presentation; maybe it was the fact that I kind of liked him. I don’t know why, but I had to hear more. I had to know just what he really wanted from me, and then I’d have to find out if I was ready to give it.
“Body and mind?” I repeated as a question. The notion seemed impossible, but intriguing at the same time.
“Yes, both. Not only can this device transform someone into the perfect form, it can influence the mind as well, remove any unhelpful inhibitions or add any particular desires to create the perfect companion.” He nodded, and then waited for me.
I just sat there blinking as I took it in. He certainly seemed to be leading me somewhere, and I was just going to sit here and let him finish. This was just too crazy not to get the whole scoop.
“You’re just as amazing as I expected, Miss. Wilson. Are you ready to hear my proposal?” He asked once he noticed I wasn’t objecting.
I nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“For the rest of your internship, I would like to transfer you to my personal suite, where you will allow me to employ this device and we can indulge ourselves at our discretion. This will be for the remaining months of your current term. The transformation cannot be undone for at least a month once it has been started. In exchange, I will promise you a position on my personal team once you have finished your degree, or a reference to any institution I have influence in. I assure you that such a reference would secure you whatever position you desire.” Mr. Geren laid it all out for me.
I shuddered in my chair. I knew he was serious, but it sounded crazy. How could he offer such a thing? How could I accept? Be a kept woman for several months, and transformed by his strange device? It was nuts, but I had to admit the idea was kind of thrilling too. I’d been fascinated by the notion of transformation since I was a kid. It had always been just fantasy, but here, it was being offered to me, even though it came with some pretty big strings attached.
“I know it is a lot to take in and certainly a lot to agree to. I want you to take the rest of the day off and think about it. Tomorrow when you bring me my coffee, I hope you’ll have an answer.” He motioned towards the empty glass, and I knew he was done. There wasn’t much more to say, and despite having so many questions, I couldn’t wrap my head around any one of them.
“I will, sir.” I said dutifully as I took his cup. I didn’t know how even a full day could help make my mind up around such a big decision, but I wasn’t going to argue with him. Tomorrow he’d have his answer.
What followed was a whirlwind. The decision was easier than I would have expected. Curiosity alone was almost enough to get me to agree, but with the promise of a good job on the other end, it was hard not to accept. The whole notion was crazy, I was going to agree to be his girl for months, to be transformed by some strange device and do god only knows what with Mr. Geren. The fact that I was starting to wet my panties by the time I left his office pretty much told me I was going to accept the deal.
The next day I accepted, and before I knew it, he whisked me away to his home. I was nervous and yet somehow excited. I was going to be transformed! It was like a dream. Sure I didn’t know just how far he’d go, but if it was just something pedestrian like a boob job, he wouldn’t go to all this trouble.
“Lovely, morning isn’t it, Miss Wilson.” He stated as I stared out over the rail of his balcony. I hadn’t quite known what to expect Mr. Geren’s suite to be like, but in his usual understated fashion, it was much more like a penthouse. He had a view of New York spread out before us, and I could see all the way to the river. I just stood there and let the morning breeze rustle my white sundress.
What was inside was no less spectacular. His living room was huge, with a small kitchen at one end, and a small pool that allowed you to go both inside and out on one swim. The decor was simple, tasteful and perfectly subdued. There were no garish paintings or excessive decoration. A few simple hanging accentuated a rather practical space. Yet, sitting on his white leather couch, you could look across the glorious Manhattan skyline.
“I think you can call me Livi, sir.” I smiled over towards him as he sipped a glass of orange juice. It just seemed like we should get a bit more personal given the circumstances. I’d moved in with a few bags, just the essentials. He’d insisted I would want for nothing during my stay, but I couldn’t just come here with nothing but the clothes on my back.
“You’ll forgive me if I prefer a bit of formality, my dear. It is a weakness I have no wish to address.” He smiled and then walked back inside while I enjoyed the view. This was the first day. He’d picked a weekend for me to move in so that we wouldn’t have to part right away. I only wondered how long it would take before we would begin.
I was more than a bit anxious about it. He’d given me his assurances of the device’s safety and the fact that it was reversible, but he’d kept the exact nature of how he wanted to change me a secret. I had a hard time staying still as the curiosity boiled up inside me. What kind of girl did he like? Was he going to make me tall and busty? That would be in sharp contrast to my rather petite frame. The way he insisted that I wouldn’t be allowed out of his suite had me twisting between anxiety and eagerness as well. What if he wanted to transform me into something not quite normal? That was even more of a tease!
I didn’t have time to fret any longer when I heard the glass door open again with a strange gasp of air. He was coming out, and I could see he was holding the device he’d shown me the other day. I took a deep breath. This was the moment I’d come here for.
“Would you like to step inside, Miss Wilson?” He motioned towards the interior. I nodded. I could imagine that I would want the privacy. Despite one wall being essentially a full window, he had them treated in such a way that from the outside, it was very hard to make out the inside. The effect was only one way, and I knew whatever happened would be private in there.
I followed him to the couch and sat down. My stomach fluttered, but I managed to keep from fidgeting. Somehow, I knew that was not something that Mr. Geren would like to see.
“Are you ready? Once I activate this, you won’t be able to leave my home for at least a month.” He held up the device. It had little lights glowing now, and I could see several small buttons on the side nearest to him. Somehow, I knew it was ready to be activated.
“Yes, sir. I’m ready.” I sat up straight and squared my shoulders. No matter how nervous I was, I was too excited to back out.
“Good, then give me your hand.” He took hold of my dainty digits and pulled me closer, until his device was over the top of my hand. Without another word, he pressed a button on the small black box and I heard a high pitched electric hum. I fought to keep my breathing even as I saw a blue glow from the device light up my hand, and a ticklish warmth made me shudder.
“Oh.” I gasped as a pleasant feeling kept flowing through me. The glow subsided and he pulled the device away, but the warm, sensual energy didn’t diminish. It was like a massage, but flowed all over my body, and I felt my breath growing more heated as I flushed. The sensation was starting to turn me on.
“I’ve been told that the process is quite pleasurable.” He smiled as my chest heaved. He wasn’t kidding. My memories of make out sessions paled in comparison to this. Despite how good it felt, I still hadn’t noticed any changes, other than my rapidly intensifying arousal.
“Tell me, sir, are you going to have sex with me?” I asked as it became increasingly hard to think of anything other than my quivering hot pussy. All of the implications and expectations aside, we’d not been quite so direct. I suppose I’d been as shy as he was stoic, perhaps he felt it didn’t need to be said, but now that I felt a growing aching emptiness between my legs, I wanted certainty.
“If that is what you desire, Miss Wilson, I would be honored.” He nodded slowly. That answer made my pussy clench wickedly. How could he say it like that? The mixture of poise with such a base subject just made me even hotter. It wasn’t like he hadn’t already played with my mind, with his little device making me want him to ravish me in the worst way.
“I... I do.” I quivered in front of him. I felt myself blush as if my face was on fire. I’d never spoken those words before, and my whole body felt like I was going to boil over. I wanted him like no other man I’d known and I wanted him now. Objectively, I knew it wasn’t really my true feelings, not that I wasn’t attracted to him, but at the same time it didn’t matter, desire was desire, and I wanted him.
He reached down to me, taking my chin in his hand and lifted it softly as he bent in. I melted when his lips pressed into mine. He kissed me with the same careful discipline he always managed and I kissed him back softly. I didn’t want to show him how hard it was for me to hang on, to keep control and not just throw myself at him.
When his other hand cupped my side, I gasped. It felt so large, so strong as he slid his fingers over the curve of my waist until he’d slid over my hips. He was gentle, but firmly in control, and everywhere his fingers went was left tingling with even more intensity than I thought possible.
“Oh, oh yes...” I moaned as I felt my ears starting to grow warm. The sensation was almost overwhelming, but so good! I whimpered and gasped as it grew stronger, and I pushed back from Mr. Geren as everything seemed to be exploding out of the sides of my head.
Just as I thought I couldn’t take any more, the sensation started to fade, and I reached up to feel my ears. Before my fingers even made it to them, I found something thin and flesh poking out from my head. It was like two big flaps, one side covered in thick fur and the other with just a thin soft downy fuzz. It took me a moment to realize that it felt kind of like my old cat’s ears! I tugged a little and flinched, I had really grown a pair of cat ears!
“They look lovely on you, Miss Wilson.” Mr. Geren smiled as he bent in and kissed me again. I kissed him back harder this time. It was real! I was going to be transformed! The fact that I was going to be some kind of cat didn’t matter, just that I wouldn’t be plain little Livi Wilson anymore! I squirmed on his couch, wondering what would be next as my whole body was still tingling.
“I don’t mean to be indiscreet, but I would recommend that you remove your panties.” He smiled between gentle kisses. I blinked for a moment before I realized what he must mean. I blushed again and shifted away from him so that I could slip off my silky lace with as much grace as possible.
No sooner had I pulled them free of my ankles, then I felt another intense sensation from the base of my spine. It nearly overwhelmed me again and I fell back onto the couch, with my legs spread open and my back resting flat on the couch. It was far from a dignified position, but I couldn’t sit down, not with the blaze coming from the top of my ass. I panted and moaned and again the feeling almost overwhelmed me before it started to recede.
I felt it before I could see it, but I knew just what it was. I felt the fuzzy thing tickling along my inner thighs, waving back and forth as I looked down. Between my legs was fluttering a black fuzzy cat’s tail in perfect proportion to my human size. I panted and looked up at Mr. Geren. His grin was a controlled, firm expression, but the twinkle in his eyes told me everything I needed to know.
“What... what’s next, Sir?” I smiled up at him, eager to know just how much further I would be changing. Even this much was unreal. I could feel my ears twitching from the side of my head and the tail swishing from my bottom.
“I do apologize, but you’d best remove your dress soon, Miss Wilson.” He stated, just as I started to feel a surge of heat start building in my chest.
I didn’t waste time pulling off the dress, and didn’t even think about the fact that I was effectively naked underneath. I’d never had enough of a chest to need much support unless I wanted to create some cleavage. It wasn’t until my dress was fluttering to the ground that I realized I was down to my socks and shoes.
If my chest hadn’t been starting to ache, I probably would have blushed my rosy red cheeks right down to my pink little nipples. The pulsing blaze from my breasts made it hard to think about anything else. This time I could watch the change. My eyes were glued to my heaving chest as the sensations grew to fevered intensity.
I wasn’t quite flat, but I’d never had much more than a gentle curve to my breasts. They were always perky, and with the right ensemble I could show them off, but they weren’t much to notice. I hated to admit that I’d been jealous of other girls with nice plump mounds that boys loved to play with.
Now, before my eyes, I lost any reason to be jealous of other girls. As the aching pleasure grew too much to take, I saw my breasts start to grow. It was slow at first, almost hard to notice, but with each heaving breath, it seemed like they had grown larger. I started to feel the weight of them, and they grew from mere bumps to round hills and then finally, two wonderful peaks.
I didn’t even care that I was being watched when I reached up to grab them. My tiny hands barely managed to cup half of them as I felt my new chest. They were so full, so ripe yet still firm and perky. I knew they weren’t really huge, but on my petite frame they were perfect.
“Oh! Oh, my!” I gasped as I started to rub the soft flesh, and squeezed it in my hands. I’d never known it could feel like this! My breasts hadn’t been very sensitive before, but now I was lighting fire with every touch. I almost didn’t think it could get any better until my fingers finally made it to my nipples and I cried out in pleasure just from a simple exploratory stroke. They were as sensitive as my clit!
“Oh, Mr. Geren.” I panted as I rubbed my tight little nipples some more, enjoying the raw pleasure shooting through my breasts. Somehow I knew I could cum just from having them rubbed. It was so wicked, so naughty, and it made me look forward to embracing him all the more.
“Just wait, Miss Wilson.” His poised control slipped ever so slightly as he watched me sitting next to him, rubbing my nipples. I saw his grin grow, and the sparkle in his eyes growing fevered.
“Oh, oh god!” I cried out as the rush of heat flowed between my legs. It was more than just arousal. I knew it was the same effect as before, and just another part of this transformation, but the feelings drove out the ability to think. The warmth started deep inside me, but soon flowed between my legs until my entire pussy was throbbing.
Without even thinking, my hands started squeezing my chest and I moaned and wailed as my whole body was overwhelmed by the flash of a raw, intense inferno.
I was simply beyond words, and wailed as the feeling started to finally subside, and I was left panting, almost in shock. I looked over to Mr. Geren and I felt my whole body quake. I knew in the depth of my soul that I’d been remade for pleasure. I was going to be his frisky, hot kitten for the next two months! The very thought made my pussy ache!
“You are a work of art, Miss Wilson.” He gazed at me. His eyes caressing my every curve with gentle affection. He wasn’t leering, despite my ample curves and nearly complete nudity. I knew he was appreciating his creation, as a sculptor would upon making the final cut of stone.
“Thank you, Mr. Geren, I feel so good.” I panted, slowly turning towards him and scooting my way to his sitting form. Our kiss earlier was a distant memory, and I wanted nothing more than to relight that fire.
“Are you ready, Miss Wilson?” He asked. There was no doubt what he was asking about and no question about my answer.
“Oh yes, Mr. Geren, your new kitten is ready to play.” I almost mewed as I pressed closer, my enlarged breasts almost touching his shirt. All of my inhibitions and reservations had just seemed to melt away. I wanted this, needed this in a way that was so much more intense then I’d felt before.
Then, in an instant I was cradled in his arms. He carried me like a child, but before he made his next more, his lips found mine again, and we kissed, deeply and passionately. I was naked in his arms, my new tail waving under me and my raging pussy ached to feel a man inside me for the first time.
I was quivering with need, eager for what was about to happen. I’d always saved myself, waiting for the right man, the right moment. I’d never imagined it would be like this, taken by such an older man with my body transformed into that of a sexy cat girl. Even my wildest fantasies would never go that far, and yet here I was, at that impossible moment. I was ready for it, and I knew I’d never regret it.
He slid me onto the bed, releasing me, as he stepped back and started to undress. I felt so wanton laying there, almost naked and watching him pull off his clothes. I quickly pulled up my feet and tossed my shoes and socks away. Somehow, I knew I wouldn’t be needing them again, not for a long time.
“You may choose how to proceed, Miss Wilson.” He smiled down at me as he carefully undressed. He placed his tie carefully on its rack, his shirt and suit were returned to their hangers and placed in the closet. It was almost ludicrous enough to be funny. Every pressed crease was tested, and I could swear those his clothes were wrinkle free by the time he was pulling off his boxers.
“Mrow...” I growled softly as I stared up at him. He was ever bit as fit as I’d imagined, and his cock was hard and eager. I’d seen naked guys before, even fooled around with a few, but Mr. Geren was different. He was strong, and disciplined, but I also knew his touch was gentle, and my pussy quivered at the sight of his hard, thick cock. He was larger than any man I’d ever seen in real life. A small voice inside me quailed at the sight of his girth plunging into my virgin passage, but I knew that such a skilled craftsman would have assured that the sheath could take the sword.
I considered my options for a moment before I flipped over and climbed onto my hands and knees. Somehow it was right for it to be like this, for him to take his new kitten like the cat in heat I had become. I slid down, until my breasts were sliding against his soft silk sheets, and my ears drew back flat against my head. I thrust my bare ass up, my tail waving back and forth as I spread my legs open, presenting my bare, wet pussy for him.
He didn’t say a word as he climbed onto the bed. He didn’t have to. His hands found my bare ass and he started to rub over me. He caressed my hips, my thighs and my soft bottom with long deep strokes. I felt like I could purr from the pleasure. He took his time as the sound of my voice gasping in pleasure was the only thing echoing around the room.
“Oh, sir!” I moaned when I finally felt his shaft slide across my cleft. It was so thick, that it parted my soft folds as he pressed his length along my slit. He slid it back and forth, rubbing against my clit as I moaned at the raw pleasure of it. Soon he was sliding across my soft lips with ease, covered with my slick juices.
I couldn’t have imagined so much pleasure, and he hadn’t even taken me yet! I clutched at the sheets and my toes curled as the tension started to build. My pussy was aching, quivering in need. I felt so wickedly empty, so terribly needy. I knew it was his cock that my flesh was craving, I had to have him inside me.
“Please, sir, please...” I whimpered, unable to restrain myself. I just had to have him, had to feel him inside. My body ached for it, and I needed to know what it felt like to have a man inside me, filling me.
“Anything for you, Miss Wilson.” He rubbed me twice more and then slowly pulled back, his length slipping away from my seething lips until only the tip remained. I whimpered as it probed between my legs, rubbing my sensitive spots, and slowly pressing towards my untraveled passage.
His hands gripped my hips again and I felt him press into me. I gasped as my flesh parted for him, yielding to my first cock. He didn’t get far before he met resistance, the proof of my maiden hood, and I bit my lip at the strange pressure. It wasn’t quite pain, but the feeling of stretched tightness was growing and I knew what needed to be done.
“Take me, sir!” I cried out just as he pulled back and then thrust hard. I tensed at a sudden, sharp pain and the feeling of being torn open. I managed to not cry out in pain as I panted. His cock slid deeper inside me with that thrust and I quaked from the sensation. It was so hot! A man was inside me, throbbing and hard!
The moment of pain quickly gave way to a renewed lust. I squirmed against his cock, against the hardness inside me. I knew I needed more. I wanted to be stuffed full until his cock was all the way inside me.
He must have sensed my readiness because he pulled back again and then thrust deeper. I gasped lewdly as he continued, thrusting again and again. Each time his cock went deeper, filling me, stretching me with his impossible girth. I knew I was tight, so tight that I felt him stretching me wide and I tried to relax, to help him plunge deeper. It was so hard when all I wanted to do was to clamp down and caresses his wonderful manhood.
He kept thrusting, and I savored every moment. I never imagined how good it would feel to be fucked, to have a cock inside me. I knew my pussy had been transformed as well, and I knew somehow that it had been made more sensitive, more responsive to the wonton needs of a long hard cock.
“Oh, it’s so big, sir.” I finally gasped when I felt the base of his cock pressing into my pussy. It felt like he’d filled my stomach with his cock, and I moaned accordingly. I knew my tail was busy rubbing against his belly as I quivered around his hardness. It felt so good inside me, stuffing me to the limit, but I knew I needed more.
Mr. Geren knew I was ready for it. I didn’t need to tell him, and he slowly, steadily pulled his cock back until my pussy lips were kissing the head of his shaft again. Then he thrust hard into me and I felt my whole being shake. He did it again, and again. Each time, so careful, so controlled that it was building up even more need inside me.
“Oh yes, harder! Please... please, sir! It feels so.... good...” I moaned and panted as he thrust into me. My flesh was parting for him easily now, but the friction was intense. The way his cock rubbed against the insides of my body, making me cry out in savage pleasure.
His thrusts came harder, faster, and I lost myself to his rhythm. I was simply his pet, horny, needful and begging for more between those amazingly filling thrusts. The very thought that I’d doubted this choice seemed absurd now and my breasts bounced with each filling push.
I was beyond words now, all that I could do was moan and gasp lewdly between ragged pants. It felt so good, so wicked. How could I have resisted this for so long? The pleasure was almost too much. My whole body grew more tense. I fought to keep my hips in place so that he could savage me as his thrust grew harder, and more frantic with each passing moment.
Just when I didn’t think I could take any more, he grabbed me tight and shoved deep inside. I screamed at the sudden intense penetration. The tension seemed to snap and my whole body quaked from raw pleasure as I felt his cock pulsing inside me.
“Oh yes! Cum in me! Cum in me, sir!” I wailed as I felt him filling my womb with his seed. The very thought of it was so lewd, so wicked. My once innocent pussy was being filled with semen and I was loving it. I knew somehow that the normal rules didn’t apply, not now, not here. I could savor every moment of it.
Finally, we collapsed together, falling onto the bed. I gasped when he slid his cock out of me. The needful void felt so wrong, but I knew it would be filled again. I’d never have to worry about neglecting my pussy again. I knew Mr. Geren wouldn’t allow that to happen.
“Thank you, Miss Wilson.” He smiled as he held me close. My breasts were now pressing into his chest as we both recovered our breath. This was only the beginning. I had two more months of this, two more months as his eager kitten. I wasn’t going to let a single moment go to waste. Not when I knew just how much pleasure we could share.
“Oh, Mr. Geren.” I slid a hand around his neck and pulled close enough so that I could kiss him. I never imagined I could be so lucky to find a man like this. Our kiss slowly grew from a gentle pressing of lips. I knew it wouldn’t be long before he would be ready for more.
My body was already aching for it. I’d had my first taste of cock, and I looked forward to enjoying it again as much as he wanted. Somehow, I knew from the way I felt that he would be just as eager as I was. Why make a frisky little kitty if you didn’t want to play with her?
Maybe it wasn’t so bad to use my assets to get ahead after all...