Kitten and the Panther
The music pulses through the air, making my body pulse with it as I grind harder against your body. The club is packed; the air hot from so many bodies dancing and gyrating to the rhythm coming from the speakers. Other bodies press against me, rubbing, moving, sliding; almost like sex. That's what's in my mind as I writhe against you; moving my hips against yours, my ass pushing against your crotch. I can tell the same thing is on your mind from the way your cock is pushing into my lower back; by the way your hands grip my waist to pull me tighter to your body.
I reach my paws up over my head; wrapping them around your neck which presses my back against your chest. Dancing like this against you thrusts my breasts forward in a lewd display for everyone around us; my nipples, almost as hard as your cock, sticking out, flaunting my arousal.
Your paw slides forward from my hip, moving down the front of my tight black skirt to cup my sex through the thin fabric. The feeling of your paw on me in front of everyone causes me to lean my head back against you, a moan spilling from my lips. The sound is consumed by the music, lost to everyone but you. You know how I'll react; you know that I can't keep in those sounds trapped inside. You can feel the vibration of it against your chest as I arch against you, trying to press against both your cock and paw at the same time.
I whimper as your hand moves underneath the material, hiking it up on my hips so that your paw against me is the only thing keeping everyone from seeing how wet I've gotten. Oh, and how wet I am. You ordered me not to wear anything under my clothing; my slutty little outfit. Because of that my juices have been running down my legs, making my fur slick and wet. Your fingers press against the lips of my pussy, merely holding me for the moment; drawing out the anticipation. I close my bright blue eyes and groan, turning my head into your neck, trying to keep moving in time with the music and your body.
Slowly you move your middle finger so that it rubs against my slit. Still on the outside, but so close to pushing in; so close going from teasing to torturing. The smell of my wetness mixes with the smell of sweat and smoke as your finger slides between my soaking lips; pressing the tip of your finger against my opening while the length of it rubs against my clit as I continue to grind. I cry out and arch again as the stimulation. My eyes squeeze tighter and my ears lower in submission as your other paw grips my hip harder, forcing me to move at the pace you want me to go; which is agonizingly slow.
My breathing, which was labored only a few seconds ago shortens to gasps as my arms cling around your neck; my knees going weak from feeling you so close to penetrating my body.
"You slut," you say against my quivering ear, nipping at the piercing there. "So fucking wet for me. So fucking ready, aren't you?" Your voice makes me tighten, trying to draw your finger inside of me.
I nod against your neck, unable to do more than whine and whimper.
"Dirty little bitch. You want to fuck right here don't you? You want me to take it out and put it in you, right here in front of everyone. Have you dance on it. Mmm, your slutty wet pussy gripping my cock. Such a bad girl, Ruby. So bad."
We've stopped moving. Standing still with you driving me closer and closer to a climax while you whisper into my ear. You nuzzle against my neck, making me expose it to you, in the perfect line for you to bite. But instead you lick, running the tip of your rough tongue over me; making me tighten further. All I want is for you to bite me; to grip my neck with your sharp fangs and to bite, hard. I want you to bite hard enough for it to hurt; for bruises to form. Yet you continue to use only the tip of your tongue, denying me what I crave.
I'm so caught up in the thought of your teeth and mouth on me, so absorbed in grinding myself on your hand that I'm taken by total surprise when you actually bite down on my sweet spot; that spot where the neck and shoulder meets. Your finger curls slightly into me, penetrating me ever so slightly as you worry at my neck. It's almost too much for me; all the teasing you've been doing all night, all of the dirty dancing, and now this.
Exquisite pain. Dominance. The feeling of you so close to entering me.
It's too much.
"Please master! Please!" I cry out. "Please let me cum!" I know other people have heard me over the music. I feel the hesitation in the air around us. They're looking, watching; seeing me arched against you with your paw between my thighs, my skirt up around my hips like a slut.
You bite harder, making me cry out again; making me struggle told back my climax.
"Oh, god. Oh god, master, please! Let me cum, please!" I grit my own teeth, feeling my orgasm come closer and closer no matter how hard it try to hold it back. I can't cum without permission. You would be so disappointed in me, so upset that I couldn't hold out longer. I can't let you down; I have to make you happy.
"AAhhh, Oh, please Ian!"
You release my neck and move you're now soaking paw from my pussy back to my hip.
"No." The one word shatters me. I want so badly to finish; to obtain what would surely be one of my best orgasms, but I can't. You have forbidden it. And I am powerless to go against your command.
Your paws turn me around so now I am facing you. I raise my head to look up at your golden yellow panther eyes. I can feel the desperation in my own, begging you be have mercy.
Your dark furred muzzle twists into an evil smirk as you move your paw to the back of my thigh, lifting it up around your waist; pulling me tight against your body. You must have taken your cock out while I turned, because I feel it press against my soaking pussy; rubbing against, my over sensitive clit. Your teeth bite into me again, holding me as I try to pull away, to get away from the stimulation that I so desperately want but can't allow myself to have. You said not to cum. I can't. I can't take anymore and still be a good girl; still be obedient.
"Master! Ian!" I nearly scream, my claws dig into your shoulders; into your well muscled back. I can't be a good girl. I can't. I can't hold back any more. I bite your neck in return as you move your hips back; taking your cock away from me before thrusting forward.
The angle is perfect. You force all of your cock into me in one hard, long thrust.
"Cum you filthy slut," you savagely growl into my ear as your cock presses against my cervix; your balls slapping against my body.
Your other paw moves to the small of my back, holding me as I instantly shatter around your cock; coating it with my juices as my muscles squeeze and grip your hard flesh. Feral, uncontrollable cries tear their way from my throat as my hips arch into you over and over again; drawing out my release.
My climax is clearly heard over the music by the crowd that has gathered around us. I look at them through half focused eyes. The emotions I see in them are all mixed. Astonishment and shock are most prevalent, along with lust and desire. Disgust among some, which only reinforces my feelings of being a dirty slut, envy is also there. Envy that I am low enough in my morals to actually do such a thing in public; to let myself be used in such a way.
Before I am fully recovered you begin to move your hips. Your cock slowly pulls out before forcing itself back into my body. Over and over your thrusts push against the back of my pussy, making me cry out each time. Your claws grip my flesh and your teeth continue to bite into my neck, even though I have no intention of trying to get away now.
I have to please my master's cock. I have to make him cum. He's been so kind to me, giving me such a powerful orgasm. I'm in debt to him, as always. I have to try to show him that I was worthy of such a reward, as impossible as that is.
As soon as I've recovered enough from my climax I being to move my hips in time with your cock; fucking slowly, deliberately drawing out each stroke so you can feel my wet pussy over every inch of your shaft. The wet sounds of our bodies slapping together are audible, even over the music and my whimpered moans.
You being to move faster, pushing harder; trying to go deeper. Your own climax is building. I can feel it in the way your muscles tense and bunch under my paws. That would be the ultimate reward; to have you cum for me. For you to release deep inside of me; painting my wet, slutty pussy white with your seed.
Faster and faster. More urgent; so much less controlled. Not love making; feral mating. Each stoke is a painful pleasure; so deep, almost too deep. Almost. But I love it. Being on the edge of just enough and too much.
"You ready for my cum, bitch? You ready to take every last drop of it?" you ask me if your demanding voice. "You ready to show master and everyone else what a good little whore you are?"
Your words make my pussy clench around your cock; another orgasm quickly building in my body.
"Yes master," I moan.
"Mmm, there's going to be so much cum, baby. I don't want to see a single drop leave your pussy. I want you to keep it all inside like a good girl. You can be a good girl for master?"
"Yes! I'll be a good girl! I promise master. Please let me have your cum!"
"Yeah, I'm going to cum, Ruby. Are you going to cum with me? Are you going to be a naughty little kitten and cum all over my cock again? Slut."
"Yes master! I'm a slut! I'm your naughty, sluttly little girl!"
It's almost too much again. I can feel my orgasm like a heavy weight. Each word, each stroke brings me closer; brings him closer.
"Take it, Ruby! Take every fucking drop bitch!" you yell as I feel the first searing hot spray of your cum erupt inside me. Pulse after pulse of cum hits the back of my pussy as you hold yourself all the way inside my body, releasing your entire load within me. Feeling you cum pushes me over the edge of my own orgasm, causing my cunt to milk your cock; trying to coax out every last drop of seed. My voice goes hoarse from screaming so loud. The whole club has to know what we've done now. There's no way for anyone to not know.
You hold yourself still before giving one last, small thrust then pulling out of me. Our mixed cum drips from your cock and my pussy; making a small puddle of our juices on the floor. While we stand there trying to recover a group of three bouncers comes over, looking slightly uncomfortable with such large bulges in their pants.
"Um, I'm sorry, but we're going to have to ask you to leave," the front most bouncer, a lion, says.
"It's ok," you say, still breathing heavily. "We can finish this at home."