Pet The Cat

Returning home after a long day at the office, Cat Grant resolved not to shower. She’d worked up a sweat literally chasing down leads, and then again on the sweltering subway, but she liked the strong scent of her flesh. The perfume she wore mixed with that certain tang of her perspiration, and if Peter Parker couldn’t appreciate it, then fuck him. Or rather, don’t fuck him.

Even without a shower, seven o’clock came faster than Cat had expected. She had to rush to put the finishing touches on her make-up. The lobby buzzer sounded. That was him. Cat turned off everything but one small lamp. She lit a cigarette, somewhat prematurely. She was going to satisfy the kid’s every fantasy. When she was through with him, he’d need her pussy more than he needed air.

Peter knocked at the front door. Cat waited, taking a pull of cigarette smoke, not wanting to appear too eager. Not that she was going to play hard to get either. She exhaled and went to the door, unlocking it. She opened it as she took another drag, standing in the doorway with smoke drifting back out of her lips. 

“Peter. I’m glad you could make it. I would’ve been bored silly if you didn’t give me something to do.”

Peter was smartly dressed, a royal blue business suit doing his body no favors with its obvious off-the-rack cheapness, but not embarrassing him either. And there was no hiding the muscles that filled out his sleeves and shirt, or the cock that bulged out at his crotch, forming a sizable impression down his pantleg. Cat had to hold herself back from licking her lips, her eyes nearly going to Peter’s knee as she followed the path of his flaccid manhood.

“Well, hopefully this won’t take too long. I think my resume speaks for itself.” Peter took a file folder out from under his armpit and held it out to Cat. “You can read through it whenever, but I think a reporter as good as you knows the basics. I’ve worked at the Daily Bugle for years, but if a job with your paper can offer me more, I’m ready to move on.”

“Oh, I’m sure I can offer you plenty.” Cat brushed the folder out of his hands, letting it drop to the floor, and grabbed hold of his tie. She pulled him inside, his feet traipsing over his scattered resume, then gave the door a shove closed. Keeping her hold on the tie, she pulled it up to her lips and bit down on the tip. Peter watched her back up into the apartment, drawing him along with both her fingers and teeth on the tie.

“Ms. Grant, I came here to find work,” Peter said, a little worriedly.

“Oh, I have a job for you.” Cat pressed herself against him, cinching her arms behind his back, pulling them tightly together. He felt her breasts against his chest, her breasts and everything else, from the heat of her nicotine-infused breath on his neck to the burning of her groin against his thigh.

She spun their joined bodies around, aiming him at the couch and then shoving him back onto it. Peter landed heavily, now sitting with Cat standing over him. She wore a salmon-colored tanktop, too brief to cover her tanned belly, which showed just above the jeans that clung tightly to her body from her groin to her high heels. Cat arched her back, pushing her groin towards him, the tanktop drawing up her belly to reveal the beads of sweat clinging to her faintly defined abs. Peter gulped. 

“So, do you want a job, Peter?” Cat perched herself on the couch next to Peter, smiling at him, aware of his eyes bobbing as they followed the movement of her tits coming to a rest. “I want to give you a job. A position. But I also want to be sure you can fill it.”

She touched his thigh, feeling his body tremble. Peter gulped again. His cock was already engorged, stretched taut from base to cockhead, but now it was throbbing wildly. Cat’s hand closed in on his erection, as if a predator drawn to flailing prey. Her fingertips gripped his fly and tugged the zipper down over his bulge. The zipper dipped down below Peter’s heavy balls and Cat reached inside the downed fly, feeling his scrotum at the base of his thick cock.

“Shit!” Peter gasped, before Cat’s mouth struck his, her tongue sparking off his. 

As his tongue wrapped around hers, Cat’s fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking all of his length. Peter squirmed blissfully—no one had ever touched his naked cock this way before. The sensation was incredible. He couldn’t believe he wasn’t coming; it felt so much better than when he jerked himself off. Maybe he would come before he even got a chance to fuck Cat’s pussy. No, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t let himself, even if it meant no more of Cat handling his member like she was!

As afraid as he was to spoil the moment, Peter reached down to the wonderfully soft belly revealed between Cat’s short tanktop and her jeans. He reached underneath her belt, touching her panties. Then, when Cat didn’t object, he felt out the wet lips of her sex. They opened up to his touch, spreading with Cat’s thighs as she let out an encouraging moan into their kiss. Peter’s fingers delved into her hot cunt, swimming in the cream of her arousal. Her folds writhed around his fingers, demanding he explore further.

“Oh!” Cat sighed into his mouth, her kiss becoming the pursed lips of a moan. “Ohhhh… Peter…”

Peter couldn’t believe how silky and smooth it was inside of Cat’s pussy, the soft walls tightening, clenching at his slightest touch. It was impossible not to imagine how those slippery folds would feel around his cock. He pushed Cat down underneath him, breaking the kiss to pull both jeans and panties down her thighs, then crawled over her to bring his cock to her opening—barely managing a glimpse of the wonderful glossy sweetness of her bare cunt. As good as it looked, feeling it would have to be even better. 

“So I guess you’d rather fuck my pussy than my ass,” Cat drawled, smirking saucily, moving her cigarette from her red-lacquered fingers back to her mouth. “That’s okay. I don’t like my guys to be too kinky.”

“You want me to fuck your ass?” Peter gasped, even as he sank into her cunt, having to slow down to keep from coming immediately into that tender tightness.

“After you fuck my pussy,” Cat said. “That’ll get you all nice and slippery—I’m a squirter, in case you hadn’t guessed.”

Her words left Peter trembling with excitement. Lined up with Cat’s pussy, he drew back his hips, bringing his cockhead almost outside the gulping pressure of her cunt, then he shoved himself inside to the very hilt of his cock.

“Hh!” Cat cried. She was absolutely unable to control herself, not able to play it cool one iota. Her juices poured out lavishly as she came, dousing Peter’s loins while an awestruck grin appeared on her lips. “Fuck, Peter—I think I found an opening for you…”

Peter couldn’t banter now—he was in heaven. He didn’t know how in the hell he was going to deprive himself of her heated pussy before he came. But the thought of doing her asshole too gave him the fortitude to pull himself away, leaving her cunt despite how snug and sweet it was.

“Roll over,” Peter groaned, kneeling over Cat. “Give it to me.”

Cat rolled onto her belly, rising up to all fours. Peter pressed against her firm ass, Cat giving a low moan as she felt his hardness between her cheeks. She reached back to guide him in, but first she pressed his cock downward, working it against her slit for more thrilling electricity. His cockhead basked in her flowing wetness. Peter jerked his hips excitedly, trying to get back into her sex, but Cat gripped his member tightly. Once he’d stopped, she aimed it at her asshole instead.

Peter drove his hips forward again. “Hrrr,” he growled, feeling her anus clamping tightly shut around his manhood, the tight friction almost paining him though it drew him in irresistibly.

Cat widened a smile into a grimace, hoping that Peter was enjoying himself. The first time she’d taken a dick up her ass, she thought she’d die in agony. But she’d grown accustomed to the being impaled in her tender asshole, and once she was able to bear the pain, the searing pressure that came with it had spread into her seething pussy, giving all the pleasure she felt there a spice that made it delicious.

After that, she’d come to crave anal sex, priding herself on being able to come from a stiff prick in her ass. There was very little in the world of sex that Cat hadn’t tried, but virtually nothing was better for her than that first taboo she’d broken. And she enjoyed reliving it every chance she got.