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I took a towel from the side of the sink and began to roughly dry off Claire's face and hair. I didn't want the dirty little a****l getting the carpets of my host's house all wet after all, did I? Claire struggled and squealed as I dried her off but soon her face was clean and dry and she was ready for more fun.
Finally, I pulled the dog tail out of her ass. Claire moaned as it popped out. I took the tail and put it to one side
I ordered Claire onto her hands and knees once more and made her crawl behind me. "And remember you're a cat, you little whore," I added, "Make sure you meow like the little pussy you are as you crawl." Obediently, she followed me back into the main room, meowing all the way as she did so. For some reason, the sight of Claire, naked and crawling and mewing like a cat, was strangely erotic.
Back in the main room, I ordered her onto her knees facing me. The party goers gathered round again, refilling their drinks, chatting, excitedly waiting to see what was going to happen next.
I waved to a beautiful blonde wearing a red mini skirt and revealing low cut top and carrying a purse and asked her to come over to us. Slinkily, she walked over, smiling - another one of my confederates in Claire's humiliation. She opened her purse and took out a black eyeliner pencil. I lent over, cradling Claire's pretty face in my hand as she knelt there on her haunches. God, she looked so sexy, kneeling there, naked, defiled and powerless.
The blonde crouched down and used the eyeliner pencil around Claire's eyes, stencilling in cat-like makeup (like on Egyptian princesses) around her beautiful brown eyes. Soon, Claire's eyes were fully made up, accentuating their stunning appearance, highlighting their rich deep colour. Taking the eyeliner from the blonde, still holding Claire's chin in one hand, I used it to draw some whiskers on Claire's cheeks and then finally to blacken the tip of her cute little nose so that it looked like a cat's. Finally, the blonde produced an Alice Band covered in white fur and with little cat ears mounted on either side on top, and fitted it onto Claire's head. The assembled party goers cheered and clapped: my slave's transformation into a cat was complete!
I stood back to admire my handiwork. The makeup on Claire's face and the cat-ears perversely made her look even more stunning. Call me a pervert (yes I know!) but I desperately wanted to fuck her whilst she was wearing those cat ears. If you've ever seen the film Josie and the Pussycats and seen Tara Reid or Rachel Leigh Hunt wearing their cat ears, then you'll know exactly what I mean.
But time was of the essence and I couldn't stand here just looking at Claire. There was work to be done.
"Now then," I said, looking down at my new pet, "What is it that cats like you are good at? Let me think." I paused before I answered my own question, "I know. You like to clean things with your tongue, don't you." Claire was silent. "DON'T YOU?" I repeated menacingly.
"Y….yes sir," stammered Claire, finally getting the message. When would this slut ever learn?
"Good. Now get your face to the floor, whore," I commanded, "And start cleaning the dirt off my shoes with that slutty tongue of yours."
Crouching on her knees, Claire lowered her face to my feet and began to lick at the shiny black leather of my left shoe. Looking down at her, I smiled as her head bobbed back, forth and sideways as she licked at the flecks of dirt on the shoe. Reaching behind me, I picked up a glass of iced water and slowly tipped it up, pouring a stream of ice water onto Claire's back so that rivulets of the cold liquid streamed between her buttocks. She jumped slightly as the ice water ran down over her skin and trickled over her arsehole.
"Now the other shoe, there's a good kitten," I ordered. Claire moved her head across to my right shoe. Lifting my foot up, I offered Claire the sole of my shoe and she began to lick at the grime on it. Bending over, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her face up to look into mine. I smiled and spat in her face, laughing as the drops of saliva splattered over her pretty face, her cheeks now plainly flushed red with shame and embarrassment.
"Mmmmmm," I hissed, " I guess now that tongue's been warmed up, it needs some more action. I bet I know what kittens like you love most of all - and that's the taste of other pussies. Am I right?"
"Y….yes sir," stuttered Claire.
Looking at the people standing around, I replied, "So tell these good people what you like, then."
"I … I love the taste of pussy, sir," whimpered the naked slave, "Meeeeooowwww." The crowd cheered. This slut was catching on fast.
"Thought so," I sneered and, pushing the naked slut back onto her belly on the floor, I pointed across the room to two young women sitting on a couch. "You see those girls, puss," I told Claire, "Crawl on your belly over to them and do whatever they say. NOW!"
Falling onto her belly, Claire inched her way across the room to the girls, sitting on the couch, muttering to each other and smiling. The audience looked down on Claire as she crawled, one of two of them making obscene comments as she passed by them. Eventually Claire reached the couch and knelt before the girls, head bowed.
The girls looked at her for a moment. Both girls were stunning. One, a shapely long haired blonde, was dressed in a tight low cut red blouse, short black leather mini skirt and black leather boots. The other was a brunette wearing a black one-piece cocktail dress, stockings and heels. The blonde leaned across to Claire and, placing a slender finger under Claire's chin, lifted up the slut's bowed head.
"Hello, puss," she said, stroking Claire's face "I'm Christina, and this here," motioning to the brunette beside her, "is Amy. And for the next few minutes or so, we are going to do whatever the hell we like with you. Understand?"
Claire trembled slightly and muttered something quietly. Christina paused and then slapped Claire across the cheek: "Speak up, kitten. I can't hear you."
"Y…yes," stammered Claire, her right cheek glowing red from the slap.
Another slap, this time across the left cheek: "Yes MISTRESS, do you understand, slut?"
"Y…yes, Mistress," Claire replied, her cheeks stinging from the two blows.
"She really is a stupid little whore, isn't she," laughed Christina, taking a sip from her wine and placing the glass on the table next to her, "What are you, you dirty little tramp? Tell the room."
"I'm a stupid little whore, Mistress, and a dirty little tramp" Claire repeated to laughter from the party goers watching her humiliation.
"That's better," laughed Christina, stroking Claire's hair tenderly, "Now get that tongue of yours working on my boots."
Christina lifted her leg up, presenting her knee length leather boot to Claire. Obediently, Claire lowered her lips to the toe of the boot and kissed it, then began to lick the shiny leather, sucking the long stiletto heel. Soon she was lapping vigorously at the boot, her saliva shining on the leather. "Come on bitch," shouted Christina, "Work that tongue. I want it nice and warmed up before you lick my cunt" and Claire redoubled her efforts, licking harder and more passionately, taking the toe of the boot into her mouth and slurping loudly as she licked and sucked it.
As Claire worked on Christina's boot, Amy slipped off the couch and knelt on the floor behind Claire. She began to run her hands over Claire's exposed ass, letting her hands slip round Claire's waist to her crotch, sliding her fingers into Claire's slit. "Fuck," exclaimed Amy, withdrawing her fingers and wiping them on Claire's back, "This bitch is really wet. She obviously really gets off on being a fuck toy." And saying this, she slapped Claire on the ass. The crouching slave moaned gently at the blow and continued to obediently lick and suck Christina's now glistening leather boots.
Amy reached across Claire's back and grabbed her hair, pulling her head up. "OK bitch," snarled Amy, "Time to put that tongue to work for real. I bet you're just dying to lick our pussies, aren't you?"
"Y…yes, Mistress," stammered Claire, her head pulled back by Amy so that she was looking right up Christina's skirt.
Amy tugged harder on Claire's hair, causing her to squeal with pain. "Tell us exactly what you want, you stupid cow," she hissed
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"I want to lick Mistress Christina's cunt," whimpered Claire, her back arched back, her firm boobs swaying below her, "I need to taste her pussy sooooooo bad." The watching guests snickered and smirked at Claire's pathetic begging.
Amy let go of Claire's hair. Claire's face fell to the floor, leaving her crouching before Christina, her ass in the air, breathing heavily. "Well done, slut," laughed Amy, "I knew you were a pussy licking little whore the moment I saw you."
Christina stood up and removed her blouse, pulling it over her head, revealing magnificent pert 34C tits.
"Take this skirt off me, slut," she said to Claire, "Do it. NOW." Claire knelt and began to unzip the skirt. Once it was unfastened, she let it slide down Christina's thighs and legs into a pile on the floor. Christina was now naked except for her long leather boots.
Sitting back down, Christina reclined on the couch, leaning back, her head on the cushions at one end, her left leg dangling off the couch, the other resting on the arm rest at the other end of the couch. "Okay, puss," Christina drawled, "I want you to get me nice and wet. Show me what you can do - but don't touch that pussy yet, you little whore. Use your tongue on the rest of me first."
Claire lent over and began to run the tip of her tongue round and round Christina's left nipple. Christina moaned slightly, closing her eyes. Claire's lips closed around Christina's erect nipple and began to suck it and simultaneously rub it with her tongue. As she did so, Claire ran her hand down Christina's firm belly and began to massage Christina's crotch, rubbing her palm on her mons and letting her index finger run up and down Christina's slit. Watching this, sipping a light Chardonnay, I smiled. This dirty little bitch knew what she was doing. Claire Hewitt, my straight-laced CFO, had obviously been with a woman before and knew exactly how to turn a girl on.
Claire turned her attention to Christina's other breast, licking and sucking the nipple. Christina moaned in pleasure, her back arching slightly as Claire slid a finger between her wet pussy lips. Slowly Claire began to slide her tongue down Christina's body, kissing and licking Christina's belly, darting her lithe wet tongue into her belly button. Brushing her face over Christina's pubes, Claire began to lick the sensitive skin on the inside of Christina's left thigh. Christina sighed with pleasure once more at the feel of Claire's tongue teasing her flesh. Rubbing her face over Christina's slit, Claire moved onto Christina's right thigh.
After a few seconds, Claire moved onto Christina's cunt. Gently opening Christina's legs wider, Claire began to lap at Christina's vaginal lips, which were now red and inflamed. Christina began to grind her hips up and down, pressing her cunt against Claire's expert tongue. Claire began to flick her tongue in and out between Christina's labia, flicking Christina's clit as she did so. Christina moaned, her head lolling back, gasping short breaths of pleasure.
Claire's tongue was now fully down into Christina's sopping slit. Using her hands, Claire was stretching Christina's cunt wide, exposing the red inflamed flesh of her vagina and spreading her pussy lips wide apart. Claire's head was now buried between Christina's thighs, her face hard against Christina's pubes, her head bobbing up and down as she licked Christina's wettening cunt.
Pausing for breath, Claire ran her tongue down Christina's slit, down her perineum and down to Christina's arsehole. Christina groaned as she felt Claire's tongue flick inside her arsehole. Claire began to move her tongue between Christina's cunt and arsehole, first licking and stimulating one and then the other. Her lithe little tongue flicked faster and faster as Claire moved from Christina's clit and then to her ass hole, teasing the ass hole for a moment, flicking inside it briefly, and then moving back up to Christina's sopping cunt.
After a few minutes of this, Claire's face was glistening with Christina's juices. Like the good little kitten that she was, Claire was lapping up Christina's juices, now dripping from her red and inflamed pussy, her clit aroused. Claire moved her mouth so that it was completely covering Christina's gaping pussy and thrust her tongue between the lips into the wet love hole as far as she could. Christina squealed with pleasure. Claire then began to dart her hard lithe little tongue in and out of Christina's cunt, fucking her with her tongue, licking up Christina's juices like a good little slut.
After thirty seconds of this, Christina was clearly ready to cum, wriggling and writhing on the sofa whilst Amy looked on - her hand up her skirt rubbing her cunt - and the party goers watched appreciatively at how easily it had been to reveal Claire's slutty lesbian tendencies.
Claire now began to nibble on Christina's clit, expertly stimulating it with her teeth. Christina's hard little clit was clearly visible when Claire moved her head so engorged with blood was it from the stimulation from Claire's expert administrations. Claire moved quickly between nibbling with her teeth and lapping at the clit with her tongue. Christina gasped and moaned in delight as she began to approach orgasm, Claire's lips, teeth and tongue working feverishly on her Mistress's pussy.
Violently, Christina came, her body shaking with her orgasm. As she did, her knees clamped tightly against Claire's head. Simultaneously, Christina brought her hands down on the back of Claire's head, pressing her face even tighter into her sopping wet pussy. Claire's nose was buried deep in Christina's slit, the juices pouring over her face, as Christina came and came, her hips bucking and shaking, pounding Claire's face into her pussy. The admiring and appreciative audience cheered and clapped as Christina came.
As her orgasm subsided, Christina opened her legs and Claire slid onto the floor, her face covered in Christina's juices. Christina stood, hands on her hips, one boot either side of the exhausted naked slut lying on the floor, and looked down at Claire. Christina's body glistened with sweat.
"God, that slut was good," she said to Amy, "She really knows how to use that tongue of hers. You should get some of that."
"I intend to," said Amy, sliding the black cocktail dress from her shoulders and standing naked over Claire, except for a garter belt, stockings and heels. Sitting on the couch, Amy spread her legs wide, revealing a shaven pussy, and reached down to grab a fistful of Claire's hair. Pulling Claire to her hands and knees, Amy thrust Claire's face into her crotch and demanded, "Come on girl. Suck my clit. Make me cum, bitch."
Meanwhile, Christina was strapping a thick 12" black leather dildo around her waist. Kneeling behind Claire, she placed her hands on Claire's waist, guiding Claire's arse so that her cunt and arsehole were ready for her use. As Claire began to suck and lick at Amy's bare pussy, Christina guided the monster dildo towards Claire's exposed cunt, running the tip of the leather phallus up and down Claire's slit. Claire wriggled her bum, unable to resist the dildo's stimulation of her pussy lips.
Amy grabbed Claire's head, pushing it hard against her crotch, forcing her tongue into her gaping slit. As she did so, Christina firmly grasped Claire's hips and pulled her back, simultaneously ramming the dildo forward with her hips, driving it up Claire's cunt to the hilt. A muffled scream issued from Claire's lips, her face now buried in Amy's sopping cunt.
Christina began to move her hips back and forth, fucking Claire with the enormous dildo, thrusting it in and out of Claire's tight little cunt. The force of the dildo fucking caused Claire's body to rock back and forth, her face alternatively being rammed into Amy's sopping crotch and then pulled out by the force of the dildo tearing back out of her cunt. With each thrust, Claire moaned loudly, each groan a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, her juice-smeared face contorted with an expression of lust, pain and humiliation. Claire's large tits swung back and forth with each penetrating thrust, her nipples hard and erect.
Christina began to increase the speed of the thrusts of the dildo into Claire's vagina, pumping her hips back and forth, occasionally using her hand to slap Claire hard on the ass. At the same time, Amy was holding Claire's face in her wet cunt, pulling her hair, forcing her to lick her tongue-hungry pussy. Both Claire and Amy were now close to cumming, Amy from the expert flicking of Claire's tongue on Amy's engorged clit, Claire from the friction of the dildo on her clit, the taste of Amy's juices, and the humiliation of being fucked with a strap on in front of all these people.
As she came, Amy closed her thighs hard around Claire's head, muffling Claire's own cries of orgasm as she too came simultaneously. The naked slut's abused body shook with an orgasm, her face buried in Amy's sopping wet crotch. Christina gripped Claire's thighs hard, pushing the dildo into Claire's vagina as far as she could, feeling the orgasm tremble through Claire's body.
After fifteen seconds or so, Christina felt Claire's body relax as her orgasm subsided and she withdrew the dildo from Claire's cunt. It was glistening and dripping with Claire's juices, demonstrating how turned on by the penetration with the dildo the little slut had been. As the dildo was removed, Claire collapsed on the floor in a heap, her naked body shining with sweat, her face smeared with Amy's pussy juice.
Christina and Amy stood over the exhausted slave girl, smiling. "What a fucking little whore," grinned Christina, "She really loved having that dildo up her slutty little cunt."
Standing over the exhausted Claire, Christina ordered Claire to suck the dildo clean. Slowly getting to her knees, Claire began to suck and lick the glistening phallus - still fastened around Christina's waist - of her own pussy juices. Claire's face was still smeared with the cunt juices of both Christina and Amy, and now she was tasting her own cum. When she had finished, Christina ordered Claire back onto all fours where she crouched, head lowered, panting.
Looking down on her, Amy kicked Claire on the ass and pointing across the room to me, "Your punishment's not finished yet, whore. Crawl over there to your master like a good little kitten."
Slowly, Claire raised her head and looked across the room to where I was standing, sipping a dry white wine. Her body was still flushed from her orgasm and her pussy juices were still trickling down her thighs, her cunt no doubt still tingling. Obediently, Claire began to crawl across the room towards me. She had finally learnt her place, it seemed.
Reaching me, I ordered her onto her knees once more. How pathetic she looked, kneeling in front of me naked, her face and body smeared with cunt juice, her body shining with sweat, her nipples hard and erect, her pussy lips red and inflamed, the cat-ears still on her head, the eyeliner whiskers still on her cheeks.
"Thanks, girls," I called to Christina and Amy, who were now getting dressed and preparing to enjoy Claire's further humiliation.
"Our pleasure," Amy replied, "That girl's got a helluva tongue on her. I think she needs to be rewarded."
"Hmmmmmmm," I said, looking down at Claire, "A reward. Now what is it that kittens love more than anything else?" I paused, "I know. Milk."
I called to a waiter, "Do you have any milk for my good little pussycat here?" "No sir," he replied with a smile.
"Oh dear," I said, crouching down to stroke Claire's cheek with my finger, "No milk today. But I believe we have plenty of something creamy and white that will be just as good."
I stood up and took an empty bowl from a nearby table. "Any guys care to help out," I said, "I need this bowl filling."
A man in evening dress stepped forward, grinning, and took the bowl from me. Looking down at Claire, he unzipped his fly and removed his hard cock from his pants. Staring intently at the naked slave kneeling before him, he began to stroke his cock and soon ejaculated into the bowl. Claire lowered her eyes briefly but was irresistibly drawn to watch as the man pumped his cum into the bowl.
Another man took the bowl and he too tossed himself off into the receptacle. The bowl began to be passed around the party goers, man after man taking it and cumming into it. Soon the bowl was full to the brim with thick creamy fresh cum. The last man bent over and placed it in front of Claire.
"Pleeeeeease, no," she whimpered, looking down at the sticky mess in the bowl in front of her, "Don't make me drink that, sir. Pleeeeease, anything but that."
It was quite touching to hear Claire beg and watch her grovel naked on the floor but quite why she thought begging for mercy would have any effect on me (other than to make my cock harder of course) was a mystery. I grabbed her by the hair and forced to look up at me.
"Listen bitch," I hissed, spitting in her face once again, "You'd better lick that bowl clean of cum or else. Now get your face in that cum and DRINK."
I threw Claire onto the floor where she lay sprawled by the bowl of cum. Slowly, painfully, she lifted herself onto her hands and knees, her head a foot or so above the bowl, hesitating, looking down at it trembling. Little by little, she lowered her head until she was only a few inches above it, and stuck her tongue out gingerly until it was almost touching the surface of the cum. She held herself there for a moment and then suddenly knelt back up. She was sobbing, tears running down her face, the black makeup round her eyes leaving trails down her cheeks.
"Pleeeeeeease, sir," she whined again, her eyes beseeching me for mercy, "I can't. I cannnnnnnnnn't." God, she looked so sexy, begging with those little cat ears on her head!
But no matter how sexy she looked, such behaviour from a slut was intolerable. I crouched behind her, grabbing her round the waist with one arm and taking hold of her cheeks from under her chin with the other, pulled her body close to me. I could feel her warmth, her nakedness, and the hardness of her tight little body against me as I did so.
"You fucking slut," I snapped, shaking her head with my hand, " You do what I fucking say, understand, or we'll have to do it the hard way." I called over to Amy, who was now fully dressed, and she walked over and crouched in front of us. Grinning, she dipped a tablespoon in the cum and lifted it up slowly, holding it in front of the wide-eyed Claire. The bowl of the spoon was full of sticky warm semen and globules of spunk dripped from the underside in thick sticky trails.
I squeezed Claire's cheeks, making her mouth open, each of her top and bottom lips compressed. She began to struggle as Amy moved the spoon towards the opening between her lips. "Noooooooooo," she moaned, her pleas muffled by the way I was holding her mouth, "Pleeeeease." "Come on kitten," Amy laughed, "Time to take your medicine."
And saying that, Amy stuck the bowl of the spoon, full to the brim with slimy warm cum, into Claire's mouth. Claire's face contorted at the taste as she was forced to swallow it. Amy withdrew the spoon - now empty - and wiped the back of the bowl across Claire's tits, leaving a smear of glistening cum across them.
"You have a choice," I continued, "You can either drink that bowl up like a good little kitten or I'll tip the whole lot over your slutty little face and get these nice gents standing around to fill it up again for you to drink. And we'll keep tipping it over you and refilling it until you do as I say. Do you understand, slut?" Claire nodded, her body trembling against me.
"Good," I said, " Now are you going to drink that up like a good little girl?"
"Y…yes s…sir," Claire stammered reluctantly.
"Hmmmm," I said, standing up and wrapping an arm around Amy, who was looking down at the humiliated slave with contempt and amusement, "I'm not sure I believe you. Beg to be allowed to drink it all up. Beg like the cum slut that you really are."
"Pleeease sir," wailed Claire, the laughter of the people around her ringing in her ears, "Please let me drink up that all lovely warm cum. I just love the taste of spunk, sir. Please let this dirty little fucking cum slut gulp that nice sticky cum down her slutty throat."
"Well done, Claire," I said, the party goers applauding Claire's moving speech, "I think you really want to guzzle down that cum, don't you. OK, get to it."
Back on her hands and knees, Claire lowered her face to the bowl of cum and sticking out her tongue began to tentatively lick the meniscus of the pool of spunk with the tip - just like a cat lapping up milk. I laughed at the expression of disgust and humiliation on her face as she tasted the warm cum in her mouth and swallowed it. Soon however she was into the swing of things, lapping at the bowl of cum, her peachy little ass sticking in the air and spunk dribbling from the corners of her mouth as she did so.
After a minute or so, it was clear it was going to take Claire a long time to drain the bowl. She was just too fucking slow. She had been drinking for nearly two minutes and the bowl was still about three quarters full. I ordered Claire to her knees and she obeyed. Cum dribbled from the sides of her mouth, trickling down onto her breasts. A globule of cum glistened on the tip of her kitten nose.
"Pick the bowl up, slut," I commanded, "And drink it down. Open that throat of yours and tip it down."
Reluctantly, Claire picked up the bowl in both hands and raised it to her lips. She paused for a moment and then opened her mouth, leaned her head back and began to tip the contents of the bowl into her mouth.
The cum began to pour into her mouth, plastering her tongue in a thick layer of sticky viscous spunk. Viscous strands of cum dripped from her chin. Everyone watched as Claire began to gulp the cum down as it filled her mouth and throat. As the bowl emptied, she lent back further, tipping the bowl up more and more until it was empty, except for a thick layer of cum sticking to the sides and bottom of the bowl.
Like the good little slave she was, Claire began to lick round the bowl with her tongue, lapping up all the residual spunk still sticking to it. Finally she was finished and she placed the bowl back on the floor. Slut that she was, she couldn't help but lick her lips when she finished.
All around her, the party goers clapped and cheered, appreciating her fine work, snickering at Claire's degradation. What a fucking slut she was, kneeling in front of everyone, naked, cum dripping from the sides of her mouth and her chin, the rest of her face smeared in pussy juice, streaks of spunk on her tits, her stomach full of cum - and kneeling in front of me waiting for further degradation and humiliation.
Finally, I pulled the dog tail out of her ass. Claire moaned as it popped out. I took the tail and put it to one side
I ordered Claire onto her hands and knees once more and made her crawl behind me. "And remember you're a cat, you little whore," I added, "Make sure you meow like the little pussy you are as you crawl." Obediently, she followed me back into the main room, meowing all the way as she did so. For some reason, the sight of Claire, naked and crawling and mewing like a cat, was strangely erotic.
Back in the main room, I ordered her onto her knees facing me. The party goers gathered round again, refilling their drinks, chatting, excitedly waiting to see what was going to happen next.
I waved to a beautiful blonde wearing a red mini skirt and revealing low cut top and carrying a purse and asked her to come over to us. Slinkily, she walked over, smiling - another one of my confederates in Claire's humiliation. She opened her purse and took out a black eyeliner pencil. I lent over, cradling Claire's pretty face in my hand as she knelt there on her haunches. God, she looked so sexy, kneeling there, naked, defiled and powerless.
The blonde crouched down and used the eyeliner pencil around Claire's eyes, stencilling in cat-like makeup (like on Egyptian princesses) around her beautiful brown eyes. Soon, Claire's eyes were fully made up, accentuating their stunning appearance, highlighting their rich deep colour. Taking the eyeliner from the blonde, still holding Claire's chin in one hand, I used it to draw some whiskers on Claire's cheeks and then finally to blacken the tip of her cute little nose so that it looked like a cat's. Finally, the blonde produced an Alice Band covered in white fur and with little cat ears mounted on either side on top, and fitted it onto Claire's head. The assembled party goers cheered and clapped: my slave's transformation into a cat was complete!
I stood back to admire my handiwork. The makeup on Claire's face and the cat-ears perversely made her look even more stunning. Call me a pervert (yes I know!) but I desperately wanted to fuck her whilst she was wearing those cat ears. If you've ever seen the film Josie and the Pussycats and seen Tara Reid or Rachel Leigh Hunt wearing their cat ears, then you'll know exactly what I mean.
But time was of the essence and I couldn't stand here just looking at Claire. There was work to be done.
"Now then," I said, looking down at my new pet, "What is it that cats like you are good at? Let me think." I paused before I answered my own question, "I know. You like to clean things with your tongue, don't you." Claire was silent. "DON'T YOU?" I repeated menacingly.
"Y….yes sir," stammered Claire, finally getting the message. When would this slut ever learn?
"Good. Now get your face to the floor, whore," I commanded, "And start cleaning the dirt off my shoes with that slutty tongue of yours."
Crouching on her knees, Claire lowered her face to my feet and began to lick at the shiny black leather of my left shoe. Looking down at her, I smiled as her head bobbed back, forth and sideways as she licked at the flecks of dirt on the shoe. Reaching behind me, I picked up a glass of iced water and slowly tipped it up, pouring a stream of ice water onto Claire's back so that rivulets of the cold liquid streamed between her buttocks. She jumped slightly as the ice water ran down over her skin and trickled over her arsehole.
"Now the other shoe, there's a good kitten," I ordered. Claire moved her head across to my right shoe. Lifting my foot up, I offered Claire the sole of my shoe and she began to lick at the grime on it. Bending over, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her face up to look into mine. I smiled and spat in her face, laughing as the drops of saliva splattered over her pretty face, her cheeks now plainly flushed red with shame and embarrassment.
"Mmmmmm," I hissed, " I guess now that tongue's been warmed up, it needs some more action. I bet I know what kittens like you love most of all - and that's the taste of other pussies. Am I right?"
"Y….yes sir," stuttered Claire.
Looking at the people standing around, I replied, "So tell these good people what you like, then."
"I … I love the taste of pussy, sir," whimpered the naked slave, "Meeeeooowwww." The crowd cheered. This slut was catching on fast.
"Thought so," I sneered and, pushing the naked slut back onto her belly on the floor, I pointed across the room to two young women sitting on a couch. "You see those girls, puss," I told Claire, "Crawl on your belly over to them and do whatever they say. NOW!"
Falling onto her belly, Claire inched her way across the room to the girls, sitting on the couch, muttering to each other and smiling. The audience looked down on Claire as she crawled, one of two of them making obscene comments as she passed by them. Eventually Claire reached the couch and knelt before the girls, head bowed.
The girls looked at her for a moment. Both girls were stunning. One, a shapely long haired blonde, was dressed in a tight low cut red blouse, short black leather mini skirt and black leather boots. The other was a brunette wearing a black one-piece cocktail dress, stockings and heels. The blonde leaned across to Claire and, placing a slender finger under Claire's chin, lifted up the slut's bowed head.
"Hello, puss," she said, stroking Claire's face "I'm Christina, and this here," motioning to the brunette beside her, "is Amy. And for the next few minutes or so, we are going to do whatever the hell we like with you. Understand?"
Claire trembled slightly and muttered something quietly. Christina paused and then slapped Claire across the cheek: "Speak up, kitten. I can't hear you."
"Y…yes," stammered Claire, her right cheek glowing red from the slap.
Another slap, this time across the left cheek: "Yes MISTRESS, do you understand, slut?"
"Y…yes, Mistress," Claire replied, her cheeks stinging from the two blows.
"She really is a stupid little whore, isn't she," laughed Christina, taking a sip from her wine and placing the glass on the table next to her, "What are you, you dirty little tramp? Tell the room."
"I'm a stupid little whore, Mistress, and a dirty little tramp" Claire repeated to laughter from the party goers watching her humiliation.
"That's better," laughed Christina, stroking Claire's hair tenderly, "Now get that tongue of yours working on my boots."
Christina lifted her leg up, presenting her knee length leather boot to Claire. Obediently, Claire lowered her lips to the toe of the boot and kissed it, then began to lick the shiny leather, sucking the long stiletto heel. Soon she was lapping vigorously at the boot, her saliva shining on the leather. "Come on bitch," shouted Christina, "Work that tongue. I want it nice and warmed up before you lick my cunt" and Claire redoubled her efforts, licking harder and more passionately, taking the toe of the boot into her mouth and slurping loudly as she licked and sucked it.
As Claire worked on Christina's boot, Amy slipped off the couch and knelt on the floor behind Claire. She began to run her hands over Claire's exposed ass, letting her hands slip round Claire's waist to her crotch, sliding her fingers into Claire's slit. "Fuck," exclaimed Amy, withdrawing her fingers and wiping them on Claire's back, "This bitch is really wet. She obviously really gets off on being a fuck toy." And saying this, she slapped Claire on the ass. The crouching slave moaned gently at the blow and continued to obediently lick and suck Christina's now glistening leather boots.
Amy reached across Claire's back and grabbed her hair, pulling her head up. "OK bitch," snarled Amy, "Time to put that tongue to work for real. I bet you're just dying to lick our pussies, aren't you?"
"Y…yes, Mistress," stammered Claire, her head pulled back by Amy so that she was looking right up Christina's skirt.
Amy tugged harder on Claire's hair, causing her to squeal with pain. "Tell us exactly what you want, you stupid cow," she hissed
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"I want to lick Mistress Christina's cunt," whimpered Claire, her back arched back, her firm boobs swaying below her, "I need to taste her pussy sooooooo bad." The watching guests snickered and smirked at Claire's pathetic begging.
Amy let go of Claire's hair. Claire's face fell to the floor, leaving her crouching before Christina, her ass in the air, breathing heavily. "Well done, slut," laughed Amy, "I knew you were a pussy licking little whore the moment I saw you."
Christina stood up and removed her blouse, pulling it over her head, revealing magnificent pert 34C tits.
"Take this skirt off me, slut," she said to Claire, "Do it. NOW." Claire knelt and began to unzip the skirt. Once it was unfastened, she let it slide down Christina's thighs and legs into a pile on the floor. Christina was now naked except for her long leather boots.
Sitting back down, Christina reclined on the couch, leaning back, her head on the cushions at one end, her left leg dangling off the couch, the other resting on the arm rest at the other end of the couch. "Okay, puss," Christina drawled, "I want you to get me nice and wet. Show me what you can do - but don't touch that pussy yet, you little whore. Use your tongue on the rest of me first."
Claire lent over and began to run the tip of her tongue round and round Christina's left nipple. Christina moaned slightly, closing her eyes. Claire's lips closed around Christina's erect nipple and began to suck it and simultaneously rub it with her tongue. As she did so, Claire ran her hand down Christina's firm belly and began to massage Christina's crotch, rubbing her palm on her mons and letting her index finger run up and down Christina's slit. Watching this, sipping a light Chardonnay, I smiled. This dirty little bitch knew what she was doing. Claire Hewitt, my straight-laced CFO, had obviously been with a woman before and knew exactly how to turn a girl on.
Claire turned her attention to Christina's other breast, licking and sucking the nipple. Christina moaned in pleasure, her back arching slightly as Claire slid a finger between her wet pussy lips. Slowly Claire began to slide her tongue down Christina's body, kissing and licking Christina's belly, darting her lithe wet tongue into her belly button. Brushing her face over Christina's pubes, Claire began to lick the sensitive skin on the inside of Christina's left thigh. Christina sighed with pleasure once more at the feel of Claire's tongue teasing her flesh. Rubbing her face over Christina's slit, Claire moved onto Christina's right thigh.
After a few seconds, Claire moved onto Christina's cunt. Gently opening Christina's legs wider, Claire began to lap at Christina's vaginal lips, which were now red and inflamed. Christina began to grind her hips up and down, pressing her cunt against Claire's expert tongue. Claire began to flick her tongue in and out between Christina's labia, flicking Christina's clit as she did so. Christina moaned, her head lolling back, gasping short breaths of pleasure.
Claire's tongue was now fully down into Christina's sopping slit. Using her hands, Claire was stretching Christina's cunt wide, exposing the red inflamed flesh of her vagina and spreading her pussy lips wide apart. Claire's head was now buried between Christina's thighs, her face hard against Christina's pubes, her head bobbing up and down as she licked Christina's wettening cunt.
Pausing for breath, Claire ran her tongue down Christina's slit, down her perineum and down to Christina's arsehole. Christina groaned as she felt Claire's tongue flick inside her arsehole. Claire began to move her tongue between Christina's cunt and arsehole, first licking and stimulating one and then the other. Her lithe little tongue flicked faster and faster as Claire moved from Christina's clit and then to her ass hole, teasing the ass hole for a moment, flicking inside it briefly, and then moving back up to Christina's sopping cunt.
After a few minutes of this, Claire's face was glistening with Christina's juices. Like the good little kitten that she was, Claire was lapping up Christina's juices, now dripping from her red and inflamed pussy, her clit aroused. Claire moved her mouth so that it was completely covering Christina's gaping pussy and thrust her tongue between the lips into the wet love hole as far as she could. Christina squealed with pleasure. Claire then began to dart her hard lithe little tongue in and out of Christina's cunt, fucking her with her tongue, licking up Christina's juices like a good little slut.
After thirty seconds of this, Christina was clearly ready to cum, wriggling and writhing on the sofa whilst Amy looked on - her hand up her skirt rubbing her cunt - and the party goers watched appreciatively at how easily it had been to reveal Claire's slutty lesbian tendencies.
Claire now began to nibble on Christina's clit, expertly stimulating it with her teeth. Christina's hard little clit was clearly visible when Claire moved her head so engorged with blood was it from the stimulation from Claire's expert administrations. Claire moved quickly between nibbling with her teeth and lapping at the clit with her tongue. Christina gasped and moaned in delight as she began to approach orgasm, Claire's lips, teeth and tongue working feverishly on her Mistress's pussy.
Violently, Christina came, her body shaking with her orgasm. As she did, her knees clamped tightly against Claire's head. Simultaneously, Christina brought her hands down on the back of Claire's head, pressing her face even tighter into her sopping wet pussy. Claire's nose was buried deep in Christina's slit, the juices pouring over her face, as Christina came and came, her hips bucking and shaking, pounding Claire's face into her pussy. The admiring and appreciative audience cheered and clapped as Christina came.
As her orgasm subsided, Christina opened her legs and Claire slid onto the floor, her face covered in Christina's juices. Christina stood, hands on her hips, one boot either side of the exhausted naked slut lying on the floor, and looked down at Claire. Christina's body glistened with sweat.
"God, that slut was good," she said to Amy, "She really knows how to use that tongue of hers. You should get some of that."
"I intend to," said Amy, sliding the black cocktail dress from her shoulders and standing naked over Claire, except for a garter belt, stockings and heels. Sitting on the couch, Amy spread her legs wide, revealing a shaven pussy, and reached down to grab a fistful of Claire's hair. Pulling Claire to her hands and knees, Amy thrust Claire's face into her crotch and demanded, "Come on girl. Suck my clit. Make me cum, bitch."
Meanwhile, Christina was strapping a thick 12" black leather dildo around her waist. Kneeling behind Claire, she placed her hands on Claire's waist, guiding Claire's arse so that her cunt and arsehole were ready for her use. As Claire began to suck and lick at Amy's bare pussy, Christina guided the monster dildo towards Claire's exposed cunt, running the tip of the leather phallus up and down Claire's slit. Claire wriggled her bum, unable to resist the dildo's stimulation of her pussy lips.
Amy grabbed Claire's head, pushing it hard against her crotch, forcing her tongue into her gaping slit. As she did so, Christina firmly grasped Claire's hips and pulled her back, simultaneously ramming the dildo forward with her hips, driving it up Claire's cunt to the hilt. A muffled scream issued from Claire's lips, her face now buried in Amy's sopping cunt.
Christina began to move her hips back and forth, fucking Claire with the enormous dildo, thrusting it in and out of Claire's tight little cunt. The force of the dildo fucking caused Claire's body to rock back and forth, her face alternatively being rammed into Amy's sopping crotch and then pulled out by the force of the dildo tearing back out of her cunt. With each thrust, Claire moaned loudly, each groan a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, her juice-smeared face contorted with an expression of lust, pain and humiliation. Claire's large tits swung back and forth with each penetrating thrust, her nipples hard and erect.
Christina began to increase the speed of the thrusts of the dildo into Claire's vagina, pumping her hips back and forth, occasionally using her hand to slap Claire hard on the ass. At the same time, Amy was holding Claire's face in her wet cunt, pulling her hair, forcing her to lick her tongue-hungry pussy. Both Claire and Amy were now close to cumming, Amy from the expert flicking of Claire's tongue on Amy's engorged clit, Claire from the friction of the dildo on her clit, the taste of Amy's juices, and the humiliation of being fucked with a strap on in front of all these people.
As she came, Amy closed her thighs hard around Claire's head, muffling Claire's own cries of orgasm as she too came simultaneously. The naked slut's abused body shook with an orgasm, her face buried in Amy's sopping wet crotch. Christina gripped Claire's thighs hard, pushing the dildo into Claire's vagina as far as she could, feeling the orgasm tremble through Claire's body.
After fifteen seconds or so, Christina felt Claire's body relax as her orgasm subsided and she withdrew the dildo from Claire's cunt. It was glistening and dripping with Claire's juices, demonstrating how turned on by the penetration with the dildo the little slut had been. As the dildo was removed, Claire collapsed on the floor in a heap, her naked body shining with sweat, her face smeared with Amy's pussy juice.
Christina and Amy stood over the exhausted slave girl, smiling. "What a fucking little whore," grinned Christina, "She really loved having that dildo up her slutty little cunt."
Standing over the exhausted Claire, Christina ordered Claire to suck the dildo clean. Slowly getting to her knees, Claire began to suck and lick the glistening phallus - still fastened around Christina's waist - of her own pussy juices. Claire's face was still smeared with the cunt juices of both Christina and Amy, and now she was tasting her own cum. When she had finished, Christina ordered Claire back onto all fours where she crouched, head lowered, panting.
Looking down on her, Amy kicked Claire on the ass and pointing across the room to me, "Your punishment's not finished yet, whore. Crawl over there to your master like a good little kitten."
Slowly, Claire raised her head and looked across the room to where I was standing, sipping a dry white wine. Her body was still flushed from her orgasm and her pussy juices were still trickling down her thighs, her cunt no doubt still tingling. Obediently, Claire began to crawl across the room towards me. She had finally learnt her place, it seemed.
Reaching me, I ordered her onto her knees once more. How pathetic she looked, kneeling in front of me naked, her face and body smeared with cunt juice, her body shining with sweat, her nipples hard and erect, her pussy lips red and inflamed, the cat-ears still on her head, the eyeliner whiskers still on her cheeks.
"Thanks, girls," I called to Christina and Amy, who were now getting dressed and preparing to enjoy Claire's further humiliation.
"Our pleasure," Amy replied, "That girl's got a helluva tongue on her. I think she needs to be rewarded."
"Hmmmmmmm," I said, looking down at Claire, "A reward. Now what is it that kittens love more than anything else?" I paused, "I know. Milk."
I called to a waiter, "Do you have any milk for my good little pussycat here?" "No sir," he replied with a smile.
"Oh dear," I said, crouching down to stroke Claire's cheek with my finger, "No milk today. But I believe we have plenty of something creamy and white that will be just as good."
I stood up and took an empty bowl from a nearby table. "Any guys care to help out," I said, "I need this bowl filling."
A man in evening dress stepped forward, grinning, and took the bowl from me. Looking down at Claire, he unzipped his fly and removed his hard cock from his pants. Staring intently at the naked slave kneeling before him, he began to stroke his cock and soon ejaculated into the bowl. Claire lowered her eyes briefly but was irresistibly drawn to watch as the man pumped his cum into the bowl.
Another man took the bowl and he too tossed himself off into the receptacle. The bowl began to be passed around the party goers, man after man taking it and cumming into it. Soon the bowl was full to the brim with thick creamy fresh cum. The last man bent over and placed it in front of Claire.
"Pleeeeeease, no," she whimpered, looking down at the sticky mess in the bowl in front of her, "Don't make me drink that, sir. Pleeeeease, anything but that."
It was quite touching to hear Claire beg and watch her grovel naked on the floor but quite why she thought begging for mercy would have any effect on me (other than to make my cock harder of course) was a mystery. I grabbed her by the hair and forced to look up at me.
"Listen bitch," I hissed, spitting in her face once again, "You'd better lick that bowl clean of cum or else. Now get your face in that cum and DRINK."
I threw Claire onto the floor where she lay sprawled by the bowl of cum. Slowly, painfully, she lifted herself onto her hands and knees, her head a foot or so above the bowl, hesitating, looking down at it trembling. Little by little, she lowered her head until she was only a few inches above it, and stuck her tongue out gingerly until it was almost touching the surface of the cum. She held herself there for a moment and then suddenly knelt back up. She was sobbing, tears running down her face, the black makeup round her eyes leaving trails down her cheeks.
"Pleeeeeeease, sir," she whined again, her eyes beseeching me for mercy, "I can't. I cannnnnnnnnn't." God, she looked so sexy, begging with those little cat ears on her head!
But no matter how sexy she looked, such behaviour from a slut was intolerable. I crouched behind her, grabbing her round the waist with one arm and taking hold of her cheeks from under her chin with the other, pulled her body close to me. I could feel her warmth, her nakedness, and the hardness of her tight little body against me as I did so.
"You fucking slut," I snapped, shaking her head with my hand, " You do what I fucking say, understand, or we'll have to do it the hard way." I called over to Amy, who was now fully dressed, and she walked over and crouched in front of us. Grinning, she dipped a tablespoon in the cum and lifted it up slowly, holding it in front of the wide-eyed Claire. The bowl of the spoon was full of sticky warm semen and globules of spunk dripped from the underside in thick sticky trails.
I squeezed Claire's cheeks, making her mouth open, each of her top and bottom lips compressed. She began to struggle as Amy moved the spoon towards the opening between her lips. "Noooooooooo," she moaned, her pleas muffled by the way I was holding her mouth, "Pleeeeease." "Come on kitten," Amy laughed, "Time to take your medicine."
And saying that, Amy stuck the bowl of the spoon, full to the brim with slimy warm cum, into Claire's mouth. Claire's face contorted at the taste as she was forced to swallow it. Amy withdrew the spoon - now empty - and wiped the back of the bowl across Claire's tits, leaving a smear of glistening cum across them.
"You have a choice," I continued, "You can either drink that bowl up like a good little kitten or I'll tip the whole lot over your slutty little face and get these nice gents standing around to fill it up again for you to drink. And we'll keep tipping it over you and refilling it until you do as I say. Do you understand, slut?" Claire nodded, her body trembling against me.
"Good," I said, " Now are you going to drink that up like a good little girl?"
"Y…yes s…sir," Claire stammered reluctantly.
"Hmmmm," I said, standing up and wrapping an arm around Amy, who was looking down at the humiliated slave with contempt and amusement, "I'm not sure I believe you. Beg to be allowed to drink it all up. Beg like the cum slut that you really are."
"Pleeease sir," wailed Claire, the laughter of the people around her ringing in her ears, "Please let me drink up that all lovely warm cum. I just love the taste of spunk, sir. Please let this dirty little fucking cum slut gulp that nice sticky cum down her slutty throat."
"Well done, Claire," I said, the party goers applauding Claire's moving speech, "I think you really want to guzzle down that cum, don't you. OK, get to it."
Back on her hands and knees, Claire lowered her face to the bowl of cum and sticking out her tongue began to tentatively lick the meniscus of the pool of spunk with the tip - just like a cat lapping up milk. I laughed at the expression of disgust and humiliation on her face as she tasted the warm cum in her mouth and swallowed it. Soon however she was into the swing of things, lapping at the bowl of cum, her peachy little ass sticking in the air and spunk dribbling from the corners of her mouth as she did so.
After a minute or so, it was clear it was going to take Claire a long time to drain the bowl. She was just too fucking slow. She had been drinking for nearly two minutes and the bowl was still about three quarters full. I ordered Claire to her knees and she obeyed. Cum dribbled from the sides of her mouth, trickling down onto her breasts. A globule of cum glistened on the tip of her kitten nose.
"Pick the bowl up, slut," I commanded, "And drink it down. Open that throat of yours and tip it down."
Reluctantly, Claire picked up the bowl in both hands and raised it to her lips. She paused for a moment and then opened her mouth, leaned her head back and began to tip the contents of the bowl into her mouth.
The cum began to pour into her mouth, plastering her tongue in a thick layer of sticky viscous spunk. Viscous strands of cum dripped from her chin. Everyone watched as Claire began to gulp the cum down as it filled her mouth and throat. As the bowl emptied, she lent back further, tipping the bowl up more and more until it was empty, except for a thick layer of cum sticking to the sides and bottom of the bowl.
Like the good little slave she was, Claire began to lick round the bowl with her tongue, lapping up all the residual spunk still sticking to it. Finally she was finished and she placed the bowl back on the floor. Slut that she was, she couldn't help but lick her lips when she finished.
All around her, the party goers clapped and cheered, appreciating her fine work, snickering at Claire's degradation. What a fucking slut she was, kneeling in front of everyone, naked, cum dripping from the sides of her mouth and her chin, the rest of her face smeared in pussy juice, streaks of spunk on her tits, her stomach full of cum - and kneeling in front of me waiting for further degradation and humiliation.
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