His Sex Kitten

She put her glass down, lifted her dress up, and straddled him. Her lips went to his neck, and she started kissing as she spoke.

“We can start however you want to. I can get on my knees and give you a blow job, or we can go right to bed, and there you can do anything you want to.”

She felt his cock getting hard against her as she kissed his neck. Though he was handsome and smelled amazing, she still felt dirty.

She wanted to run out screaming, but her life was in danger if she tried to get away. It could have been worse. He could have been an old creep who would abuse her.

She didn’t know this Kyle, but she felt he wasn’t a sick pervert or abusive. At least that’s what she was hoping.

He closed his eyes when she sucked gently on his neck. It felt so good. “You are on the pill, right?” he asked, causing her to stop.

She stopped to look at him, feeling his cock pressing against her. “Yes, but you know the rules. You have to wear a condom every time.”

He brushed the hair from her face. “I always do. But it never hurts for you to be on the pill. Better safe than sorry.”

He shifted her so that she was laying flat on her back, him on top of her. “A blow job sounds good, but another time. Let’s just slow down a little. Are you hungry?”

His offering her food when he was clearly turned on confused her. “I am, but don’t you want sex first?”

“We have lots of time for that. Right now I need something to eat. I’ll order something from downstairs and have them send it up.”

He got off her and reached for his phone. “Is there anything you’re in the mood for?”

She sat up, adjusting her dress. “Anything is fine with me.”

He ordered them a shrimp salad and pasta. “If you’d like to go put your things away, I emptied a drawer for you and a space in the closet.”

“All right, thanks,” she said. She got up and went in the direction he pointed to. Going to his room, she looked around.

The bed was what caught her eye first. It was huge. She swallowed what felt like a giant lump in her throat.

It was just a matter of time before she would have to perform whatever acts of sex he wanted.

She was scared as hell. She’d only had sex a few times with her boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, and that was over a year ago.

After putting her things away, she went back into the other room just as the food arrived.

During the meal he made small talk, trying to put her at ease. When she got up and went to tidy up, he took her hand. “It can wait. Come with me.”

This was it, she thought, as he led her into the bedroom.

She shivered when they got there and he shut the door. His hand going to the back of her neck, he drew her close. His lips went to her neck, where he started kissing softly.

She closed her eyes. She didn’t want to enjoy it, but it did feel so good, and she let out a small moan.

Hearing her moan, he got excited. There was nothing like the sound of a woman moaning in pleasure.

He stopped and stepped back. His hands went to the hem of her dress, and he pulled it up over her head.

He looked down at her breasts, which were barely covered by the skimpy bra she had on. It was red, and she wore matching panties.

“Beautiful. So beautiful,” he said and, reaching behind her, unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor.

Taking a breast in each hand, he began caressing them, his cock growing hard, straining against his pants.

His hands moving down to her hips, he put his fingers in the waistband of the panties and pulled them down as he squatted.

His face was level with her pussy, so pushing her closer, he buried his face in it. She was clean-shaven, and he left some kisses before getting to his feet.

She started breathing heavily. Her core was throbbing, and she could feel the wetness pooling between her legs.

When he started unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off, she started yanking his sweats down. Her hand wrapped around his shaft, and she moved her hand slowly up and down, feeling it throbbing.

Figuring he wanted a blow job, she got down on her knees and took him in her mouth. She heard him grunting, his breathing becoming ragged as his fingers raked through her hair.

When she started gagging, he stopped her, pulling her up so that she was face-to-face with him.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered her and reached for a condom from off the dresser. As he rolled it over him, he kept his eyes on her.

His eyes moved up and down her body when she lay down, her eyes closing. He got into the bed and climbed on top of her. His lips went to hers, and he started kissing her.

His hand moved down to between her legs, and he felt how wet she was. Then he grabbed his cock and slowly entered her, feeling her gasp as her arms went around him.

“Shit, you’re so wet, so tight,” he said between kissing her.

He had never felt this much heat or tightness around his cock before, and it felt amazing, getting him hornier, which caused him to start thrusting harder and faster into her.

He was so close to cumming, and normally he would have with any other woman, but for some reason he wanted her to cum first, to experience pleasure first.

It wasn’t long before he knew she was close, but she was holding back, she seemed to be fighting it. “Cum for me. Let me hear your pleasure.”

His body was so toned and rock hard. He had a six-pack and a perfect V-line going down, and he was well-endowed, too much for her small mouth.

His touch and kiss sent a heat wave coursing through her body.

First she tried to make her mind go blank, not wanting to enjoy it. But the more he moved and caressed her body, she found herself coming alive from his touch.

Then, when he told her to cum, she did just that.

She cried out, “Oh God,” as she started squirming frantically beneath him, her nails scraping down his back as she exploded with what she assumed was an orgasm, as she had never experienced one before.

She thought it was over, but then he started pounding into her, grunting and moaning as he came, bringing her to another orgasm before he collapsed on top of her.

He lifted himself up, hovering over her. “I think this month is going to be great, and we’ll be having a lot more fun like this,” he said, giving her a kiss.

He got off her and walked into the bathroom and flushed the condom. “I’m getting something to drink. Would you like one?” he asked, pulling on his sweats.

“Water, please,” she answered, pulling the covers over her.

He came back with water for her and juice for him and got back into bed. “You really are beautiful,” he said, pushing her hair back. “I’m so glad I came across that site and saw your picture.”

“So you haven’t been on it before?” she asked, hoping he wouldn’t get mad.

He chuckled and laid back, putting his hands behind his head. “No. I was actually looking for kittens for sale. I wanted to get one for my niece for her birthday.

“Instead I stumbled across this site, and first I was shocked, then curious. It’s late. We should get some sleep.

“I hope you’re not a cuddler. I really like my space and can’t sleep with a woman in my arms.”

“No, I’m not,” she said, moving over to the other end of the bed.

“I didn’t mean for you to move so far away. You can lay next to me.” He smiled when she moved back over and rolled onto her side, her back to him.

“I like that you have no hair down there. So soft, and I like not getting any pubic hair in my mouth.”

She closed her eyes, her body tensing up. Was he planning on putting his mouth down there again? And if so, exactly what was he planning on doing?

She had heard stories of how men would put their tongues inside them, but she’d never had it done to her and wasn’t sure if she’d like it.

But if that’s what he wanted to do to her, she had no choice but to let him, and she would pretend to like it.

He leaned over to kiss her cheek. “Night,” he said, and rolling onto his side, he went to sleep, feeling satisfied.

She lay there awake long after he had fallen asleep, listening to him breathing. She turned around onto her side and watched him.

She found it strange that a man that looked the way he did would need to go on a sex site to get a woman. Surely he had women throwing themselves at him.

It came as a surprise to hear that they were going to Italy. Which was maybe a good thing. It could be the perfect opportunity for her to run away, and they would never find her there.

Kyle woke up first and went to take a shower, and when he came out she was not in bed, so he put on a pair of pants and went to see where she had gotten to.

He found her in the kitchen, making breakfast. This made him smile. It was good to know that she could cook and wouldn’t be expecting room service every time she was with him.

She knew he was there, but after what they had done in his bed last night, she felt a little shy, not wanting to look at him.

“I hope you don’t mind that I made us breakfast. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I went ahead and made French toast and bacon.”

“I don’t mind. I’m actually quite pleased, thanks,” he said and sat down at the table. “I see you’re wearing one of my shirts. Don’t you have a nightgown?”

Thinking he was angry at her for wearing it, she was afraid that he would punish her, and she started to shake. “I’m sorry. I’ll go take it off.”

He grabbed her arm before she could walk away. “No, it’s all right. Really. I was just wondering if you brought any nightgowns with you.”

He was shocked to see how afraid she was and the way her body trembled.

She lowered her head when he pulled her down on his lap. “I don’t have any. I usually just sleep in my panties and a T-shirt.”

“I noticed you didn’t have much in the way of clothes, so we’ll go shopping and get you a few things. Some sexy nighties too, while we’re at it.”

He ran his hand over her leg but stopped when he felt her body tensing up and her legs squeezing together. It would appear his little kitten still hadn’t warmed up completely to him.

“You shouldn’t be buying me clothes.”

“We’re going to Italy. You will need some decent clothes to wear and a couple of evening dresses for when we go dancing and to the opera.”

“Opera?” she asked, looking at him.

“I take it you’ve never been to one.”

“No, I haven’t.”

“I think you’ll like it. Now dish out my food. I’m starving.”

She got off his lap, went over to the counter, and made him up a plate and one for her.

At first she thought he was going to get mad when he touched her legs and she tensed up, but he didn’t seem to, so she was able to relax.

When they were done eating, he pushed his plate away.

“That was really good, thank you. I’ll wash up. If you would like to take a shower, then we’ll hit the shops. I want you to get whatever you want and will need for our trip.”

“When are we going and for how long?”

“The middle of next week, and we’ll be staying for two weeks. Is something wrong?” he asked when he saw she looked worried.

“I don’t have a passport.”

He rubbed his chin and thought about it for a minute. “I know some people. I’ll get you one in no time.”

When she went to shower, he did up the dishes and made a call to his buddy, asking for a favor.

“Thanks. You can get it to me before we leave, right?”

He hung up and sat down and waited for her to come out. He knew she was new to this job, but he got the impression there was more to this woman than she was letting on.

He hoped that in time he would be able to get her to open up and tell him more about herself.