The Cat That Got The Cream
written by:
Cum Girl

The Cat That Got The Cream

Fingers of flame dance in the updraft, twisting across the surfaces of the logs mounded together at their core, cutting through the glowing wood like quicksilver and bathing our home with light and heat.

Firelight has hued our world a myriad of reds and yellows; my pallid skin glowing brightly, my hair dyed a deep copper tone, my pitch black irises reflecting the flickering flames in the centre of my eyes.

"April is the cruellest month ... winter keeps us warm." Master and Cum Girl at home, safe and warm, me kneeling on our hearthrug, feet folded beneath, my head resting on His thigh, Master half reclining on the sofa above. Around the fireplace scented candles pulsate in homage to the blaze at their centre and a bottle of chilled white wine sits near at hand. I do love winter evenings. I do love a real fire.

Home and hearth. Safe and warm. Comforted. Cosseted. Secure.

I slide my cheek up the inside of His denim clad thigh, caressing myself against His leg. The seam of His jeans pushes into my flesh as the brushed fabric strokes my skin. Slowly, I slide move down feeling myself enlivening at this soft touch, aware of the heat building just below the surface of my skin and my nerve endings beginning to jangle.

A sigh builds in my throat as I begin my ascent once more; a sigh that builds to a mew as I stroke myself on Him, a mew that builds to a moan as I lose myself to the pleasure of this caress. His fingers find the nape of my neck: mirroring my own caresses, finger tips running gently across my skin causing me to shiver beneath His touch.

I turn my face into Him; nuzzle into His thigh with my nose, open my lips in an attempt to cover His flesh with kisses and nibble at the denim barrier with my razor sharp teeth. Upwards I slide, pushing myself into Him until once again my face comes to rest at the juncture of His thighs; mouth agape, panting, blood filled lips swollen with desire.

I rub my cheek into His groin, feel His muscle hard beneath it, feel it twitch as I caress His length, feel His heat burning into my skin. My mouth waters in anticipation, liquid pooling behind my engorged lips. His hand catches in my hair drawing my face up and I lower my eye beneath His gaze. There He holds me ready, eager and waiting. I feel saliva escape my mouth and trickle down my chin to fall onto the flat of His belly whilst more aromatic juices slide out of my nether lips to soak my quivering thighs.

"Happy, Cum Girl?"

"Purrrr:" I give voice to my happiness, my contentment, my love and desire.

His hand releases me and I fall onto the exposed flesh of His belly; tongue and mouth seeking through downy hair to clean up the drool I have unwittingly splashed across His stomach and as I lick, my throat is filled with purrs of pleasure.

"Purrrr:" my tongue circles His navel before diving into its core.

"Purrrr:" I nibble my way across the soft arc of His stomach.

"Purrrr:" I abrade my cheek against His hair, feel it tickle beneath my nostrils, feel it captured between my lips.

With each purr my own pleasure grows until soon they are little more than ragged gasps of breath; I hang onto Him with my soaked mouth as my body shudders from the spiralling sensations between my legs. Soon I am lost, the purrs fluttering in my throat, mere rippling echoes of the orgasms that are pulsing in my groin.

He tugs at my hair attempting to pull me from Him and I clamp down on His flesh with my teeth. He pulls again and I mew with displeasure; words lost to me, words lacking in meaning, everything reduced to purrs and mews. I feel His fingers entwining in my hair, twirling it around His hand until it is pulled taut from my scalp. He forces my head upwards, dragging my dribbling mouth away from the soft warmth of His flesh until He has me before Him; teeth gritted and eyes flashing in displeasure. His eyes meet mine, hold me entranced, and stare deep into my soul as ever so slowly He reaches down with His free hand, undoes a button, pulls down a zip and releases the part of Him so desperate for attention.

"Purrrr:" my tongue snakes out licking across my blood heavy lips eager for a taste.

"Purrrr:" my nostrils flare at the thick, heady scent of His sex.

"Purrrr:" my eyes fixate on His throbbing purple head glistening in the firelight, pre-cum oozing from its centre.

"Purrrr:" He releases me and I fall on Him in an animalistic frenzy. I need it all; want to swallow it whole. I tug frantically at His jeans pulling them down as I suck Him into my warm, wet mouth, as I push my face onto Him, as I rub my cheek against His fine pubic hair, as I reach down to His base with my lips.

"Purrrr."

I soak Him; saliva dribbling down His length to nestle amongst His hair, trickling down His ball sac and succulent arse cheeks and dripping down to soil the leather upholstery. I love Him glistening and gleaming. I need Him wet and lubricated so that I can push Him deep inside me, slide Him into my throat and have Him fuck my mouth with the same steady rhythm that He fucks my pussy and arse.

"Purrrr."

I encircle His base with my fingers; run my other hand up His thigh to find His cum filled balls, his smooth buttocks and the star of His anus, caressing and teasing as I go. I slide my mouth off Him and hold Him stiff and attentive before me, my tongue darts out to flick across His head and slide up and down His length. I take His head in my mouth, sucking hard on Him, pulling the blood upwards, feeling Him swell between my lips and then, once again, I dive down, until my chin is nestled amongst His hair and I'm opening my throat to accommodate Him.

"Purrrr."

His hand pushes down on my head holding me fixed, penetrated and stuffed. I slide my tongue against His length, purse my lips to create a vacuum of pleasure and slowly drag myself upwards feeling Him swell and twitch inside me. Upwards until His head rests on the flat of my tongue; the weight of Him heavy on my swollen bottom lip. There I pause, filling myself with air, feeling the ripples of tension in His stomach and groin, listening to the steady flow of breathe into and out of His parted mouth as His cum filled cock twitches on my tongue.

"Purrrr."

As I swallow Him; as I suck Him deep within my soft, pink flesh, as His cock and my mouth become one I feel His pleasure rise until with a final quiver deep in my mouth He releases His hot gorgeous cum to slide thick and sticky down my throat.

"Purrrr."

I feast on it all; sucking and slurping I hold Him deep within my throat, my lips firm around the base of His shaft, savouring the flavour of Him. I am a good Cum Girl; trained to swallow and never make a mess.

"Purrrr."

I suckle Him as He softens; run my tongue over every inch of Him, cleaning Him, claiming every last drop of His pleasure as my own, until, satisfied that I have it all I let Him slip gently from between my lips and nestle my cum sticky mouth into His saliva slick pubic hair.

Happy and content I slide down His thighs and curl up at His feet in front of the fire, my eyelids close and my breathing deepens. Soft purrs resonate in the back of my throat; a smile plays across my lips ...

I am the cat that got the cream.