Flirting Cat Novels & Stories

I wanted to bite those breasts, even over her tank top. “My kitten likes to be abused.” I whispered and heard her let out a low moan, almost a meow, and carefully inserted a third finger and Scarlett's breathing quickened. I could feel my fingers getting wetter as the third finger went in more easily and I started moving my hand in and out with force. Scarlett wiggled and squirmed until she held onto my shirt and closed her legs a little tighter, trapping my hand. “How wet you got with just a few thrusts.” The wet sound of my fingers slapping against her sex echoed around the room, even with the television on. “You are a very naughty kitten.”

"You taste a lot better than him." "I eat properly." I couldn't help but to brag. I was serious about what I put in my body. "Can't have you swallowing nasty cum." A pleased hum greeted my ears as Charlotte leaned back down. A tender growl rumbed from my chest as my sensitive tip was attacked by sweet kitten licks. Nimble tongue softly working its way over my drooling slit in quick laps.

It’s like sinking home. “Fuck, kitten! So, fucking wet.” I growl. She starts mewling like a fucking cat when I start to thrust into her, punishing her and her pussy, for being greedy and demanding of me. All you can hear between my growls and her moans is the sound of skin slapping against skin. I sit up on my knees, pulling her legs up over my shoulders, making my balls slap against her ass. I’m touching that spot in her that makes her a noodle, I couldn’t wait. I take this moment to slap her breasts as they bounce with each of my thrusts, and my little kitten loves that. I do it again, which makes her clench around me.

“Flirting in front of me, Miss Lopez?” “I wasn’t… I wasn’t flirting. I was just trying to be nice,” I whispered, my face getting red. “Well, I guess we have more things to talk about when we get home, won’t we, Kitten?”

Upon realizing he was getting upset, she quickly stuck out her tongue and said in a playful manner, “Is it that difficult to admit you like roast pork? There’s no shame in admitting one’s guilty pleasure.” He gave a snort of disdain. She questioned with a grin, “Do you know what I like to eat?” “Cat food,” he said. “...” She did not know what to say. What the hell? She should stop cooking for him. “I like to eat you the most.” She pouted her lips adorably and winked flirtatiously. Shaun threw her a sideways glance. “Did no one warn you about flirting with a man in the car?” Catherine became nervous. What about flirting in the car? Could it be possible that he wanted to…

Kat crossed her legs tight, biting her bottom lip then changing her position and clearing her throat. “I didn't know when you turned out to be this naughty.” She added, trying to sound casual. “You're going to see more of it. Dinner tonight. I'm cooking.” He booped her nose gently with the tip of the file and headed back to his office. Kat released her breath, fanning her red blushed cheek with her hands. Levi was openly flirting with her, not minding that there might be people watching. And how much she wanted him. Oh! She really had to press her legs together from the things she was already imagining.

How to make sure I don't go crazy the next time I visit the aquarium at the zoo. Fingers trailed up her thigh, over her tummy, and finished by cupping a breast. Her feline seemed to think she should bat the presumptuous hand away, but she rather enjoyed the way it fondled her. She turned her head to smile at Acat. "Morning, Mr. Kitty." "Mr. what?"

I whisper back. He turns to look at me and winks smoothly. My stomach does a backflip. How can he be so casually attractive? Then, he pulls out a disposable sheet from underneath the table and extends it. I watch it all with both hands around my back, admiring his precision and the attention he pays to detail. I watch, almost enthralled, as he opens a large cage and starts talking to a big black cat, “Hello, my new mama.” The animal hisses at him, but he presses on gently until she lowers her head and lets him caress her carefully, “How are you feeling, Rosie?”

Maria bathes the cat, looks at the nametag hanging from its collar, and sighs, “Your name is Eny? …Aren't you a male cat?" The fat cat tilted its head, meowing freely for two hours, that's right, Eny is a male cat, pregnant like a female cat, a pregnant male cat!

I slid my fingers into her wet slit and softly caressed her pussy lips. "You have a pretty pussy, kitten,” I growled. “So pink, and so wet for me." “That’s so good… so… oh” She cries out in delight as I flick her center with my tongue. I ran my tongue up and down her slit. My moans undoubtedly reverberated across her pussy. Her clit throbs with desire, and I can feel it. She cries out in delight as I flick her center with my tongue fast and hard. Her back arched, and her hands sunk into my hair, pulling at the strands. I gently pushed a digit in and out of her while sucking on her clit, needing her honey to go down my throat.