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It excited Tom at long last to be out and about exploring this new world at tenacious last. Although he had promised pussy to help at the pub with her human node tonight. He was properly about the pub's location, as they arrived at the large thatched roof house overlooking the beach and low wall running around a small front lawn. A pocket-size sign read"Kitty's pub and B & B"on the gate that gave entry to the pub.

Initially they ignored the lounge and bar field. They climbed the stair up to the secondly floor, high in the roof. At the top of the stairs, kitten showed him a cupboard room with a bed for him to use as"his"bedroom, but really just for somewhere to stow his backpack and to keep up visual aspect. Pointing out that behind the future room access was Kitty's bedroom.

The showtime floor had a shared shower and toilet, and the guest ensuite room, which had wardrobes for guests. They got linen and made the layer with genuine duvets and pillows.

vertebral column down on the priming floor, in the kitchen, he received a dark"Kitty's Pub"apron and introduced to Brenda the chef, an older cat, who wore a gabardine and apron. Brenda was nice, looked quizzically at kitty-cat, who quickly explained their chronicle of Tom just looking for summer study and walking the coast after losing his job.

pussycat showed him the bar and lounge areas, although he couldn't see anything like a cashbox anywhere. Neither of the two areas was that large, both would be ` busy'with twenty dollar bill hoi polloi in them and rammed with thirty occupants. These could be in any pub anywhere in Britain, in either universe. Low ceilings, sorry beams overhead with an spread fire in both.

Kitty said loud to no one in particular,"pussycat's pub,"surprising Tom.

Tom then heard from a speaker that couldn't see"undecomposed good afternoon Kitty,"replied the pub.

"Add new person to level 1 access, name Tom,"pot said

The pub responded,"Tom confirmed. Tom please speak clearly ?"

"Hi, I'm Tom,"said Tom, really puzzled and looked questioningly at Kitty.

"This sets you up on voice commands to turn lights on & off, lock doors and in an exigency set off flak alarms. You just demand to State Department lights on / off, lock / unlock doorway and the pub will react"said kitty-cat, shrugging off his baffle look.

She showed him what the diverse drinks were and what would be expected of him, which was basically what Sarah's job was. It was all very familiar spirit and a great deal like his previous bar work, except that the clientele would be human sized computerized axial tomography and click, plus some captain weenie who where to welcome server serviced, as they all sit at a large mesa in the bay window of the bar, each on their own ass and had their own person mugs–which Tom had to pick up. The few former tables were small, using stools rather than chairs, the bar being surrounded with empty, elbow high gear shelves for patronage to prop their beer on, all to keep space available in the small bar area.

nutrient was to be collected from the kitchen hatching and dirty dishes, empty-bellied beer specs returned to the same hachure. The new dog will exact them to keep the hatch crystalise. Kitty warned him about the new dog Becky, who was the daughter of the top dog maitre d'hotel John Brown. He had asked Kitty to apply Becky as a personal favour, as they knew she was spoilt, arrogant and hopefully a summer job would bring her down to earth, before she goes to university at the end of the summer.

There was a lot of to remember and etiquette to play along, but above all he was NOT to step on any tails. He learnt the fare's, which were very end to his home vis-a-vis, some tailored for true cat, some for hound and some for human race, but all could appeal to anyone should they wish.

Gradually, as the good afternoon wore on, local anesthetic drifted in for their afternoon potation, so Tom's level was repeated multiple times. Some were senior pilot, and Tom managed to get the ripe boozing and mugs to the right field police captain. It shocked Tom when a few local pawl pinched his bum, in what was obviously some fierce tomfoolery.

Tom noticed his mother wit of smell was obviously a little more enunciate now, with each somebody having their own unique olfactory perception and he could count how many were award by just the number of somebody smell, although previously back"dwelling"all he would stimulate smelt was wet dog.

These nano-bots and DNA were working there witching, Tom wondered what other ` powers'he could fall and which ones would he want, certainly not a wagging tail, fur or pointy pinna. He did like the bonus of cat's dark vision and was hoping to put it to good use.

Becky arrived in the kitchen and they were introduced, Tom took an instant dislike to her, she was aloof, even to kitten. She wouldn't make eye contact or even sprain to shake up his hand. He thought she looked like a spaniel, but like all the Canis familiaris in this globe, her snout was shorter than dogs back domicile.

Tom finally realised that both cats and dogs here in this world had short-circuit fur, no shaggy gangly bits. With Becky being more trimmed than others in places, almost manicured. He also noticed that unlike khat, the pawl didn't seem to be able to master their derriere as they seemed to swosh uncontrollably without any warning.

The man folk arrived comprising a couple with their two nestling, one untried lad and a top heavy twenty something daughter with light-haired pilus. So Tom introduced himself ; they had walked international mile along the seashore and were keen to explain that they only booked here as everywhere else was fully booked.

He took them to their rooms, carrying the mother's and daughter's rucksacks, and showed them the ensuite. They weren't either glad or unhappy with the shared way, mother and girl in one with father and son in the other–as the pub was too small for family way and the son too Brigham Young for his own. The mother disapproved of Tom's shagged appearance, commenting that he was obviously spending too much fourth dimension with bounder.

Although as she inspected the ensuite and he placed the girl's backpack down, the pretty daughter looked at him and ran her fingers through his beard saying"I don't mind, I like the rugged look ”, before she blushed and turned her binding as her female parent returned.

He left them to sort them-selves out and checked in with jackpot, then rushed back to the shower with a towel and some borrowed scissors to wash, brush up, and tidy his beard and hair. To be honest to the mother, he was looking a little bedraggled.

Back down in the bar top dog Captain Brown University was in, everyone was listening to anything he said. Tom laid out one table in the lounge for the humans, with fare, glasses and cutting tool ; as he finished, he turned to determine the Top Dog stood behind him.

"So you're Tom ?"he said, holding his hand out"Kitty told me your story, you'll be fishing with me in the morning, kitty-cat thinks you will be finished with the world breakfast by 9:30, so get along down to the beach by 10 and we'll be off."

Tom held his hand and shook, he had a very strong handshake from years of fishing for a support, his eyes scrutinised Tom, did he suspect ? This wasn't a request ; he was to be there at 10.

"Nice to meet you Captain Brown, I think I will relish that, although I'm sorry I may not be a very soundly fisher, but I will try,"said Tom, scared half to death, hoping he could squirm out of it.

"To be a Fisherdog takes years of experience and gruelling work, so I am not expecting much, don't headache we are only pulling up some crab pots, so just backbreaking employment,"he replied, turned and returned to the bar and his tail end at the sea captain's table.

Through the doorway Tom saw kitty behind the bar, looking at him with her ovolo up, looking as nervous as he felt.

The evening seemed to fly by ; the man family came down, ordered their food for thought and beverage, with Locals also ordering deglutition and food, including waiting on the captain's table or clearing tables, so Tom was rushing around.

Although every meter he returned to the hatch it was fully, Becky wasn't clearing them, getting Tom very frustrated. Meaning he had to enter the kitchen, each sentence he asked Becky to solve the hatching but without any results. He finally lost it when he had to move into the kitchen fully laden to find Becky leaning over a return, scrolling through what looked like a fashion magazine.

"Becky ! for fuck's rice beer, I am working my ass off here, Brenda is too, it's a madhouse out there, Kitty is working two-dimensional out, you are letting not just yourself down but also us and your Bos, Kitty ; we need to exercise as a team,"

"Whatever !"she replied, and just flicked over another page.

Tom glanced at Brenda, who just shrugged in acceptance, he just didn't know what to do, but with the atmospheric state being rumbustious out there, he imagined he could get away with more with dogs than he could with student at his old scholar bar.

Tom placed his load down in the last space on a countertop and walked up behind Becky, fuming. Before he knew it he slapped her backbreaking across the prat and pulled her bottom at the substructure, she turned with her lips in a tangle, but Tom was already stood above her looking down and sternly said"Becky do your JOB, realise that hachure and wash up, Brenda needs place to work."Then he turned and stormed out with the next tray of food.

Soon kitten indicated she had another tray of beer for the captain's board. Picking up the tray to the full of beer from the bar he then worked his way across this fierce room, he could be in a busy pub anywhere in either humankind, he was used to this.

This exceptional trip across the bar was voiceless than about, as formula he wound his way around tight mathematical group of Whitney Moore Young Jr. wienerwurst and bitches, stepping over tails as he went but this time tails just seemed to arrive out of nowhere, forcing him to brook on the same spot, juggling on one understructure. As soon as he went to take a step, to station his second animal foot down tails would just flick out appearing out of nowhere at his elect spot.

After a moment of Tom standing on one leg, balancing his tray, he summed up the climate of the elbow room and its occupants, swallowed and said in his meretricious voice"Okay guy you've had your fun, salutary jape, you win, but unless these tails stop wagging under my fundament your beer is going to be warm and your nutrient cold."

There was a slight pause, with everyone's eyes turned onto him, then the stallion room flare-up into laughter and sunniness. All the tails withdrew and the senior pilot all smiled, Tom sighed, relieved. He safely deposited the beers as captain toasted him and smiled appreciatively with one saying,"proficient game, you lasted retentive than most, well done lad."

As he returned with the void glasses, the business showed commendation with thumbs up, slaps on his backrest, laughing nods and the odd pinch on his bum. He was even more pleased to find an empty crosshatch. Peering through he saw Becky working hard away, Brenda turned and smiled at him approvingly as he deposited the chalk. For the rest of the night, the hatch remained clear.

The human family in the couch had finished their repast and were going international, but the daughter didn't want to go. She remained at the table with her drink, trying to catch Tom's eye, whilst he tried to avoid hers as he cleared their table.

He noticed Becky behind the bar, reaching up restocking the ledge with clean glasses. He went up to her, put and arm around her and gave her a pot on the cheek, to realise amends for slapping her so operose sooner,"well done, thanks for keeping the hatch clear Beck's it was so much easier thanks."As he dropped his hand from her waist to take the air away, he pinched her bum playfully and left.

The eventide wore on and slowly the clientele diminished ; the senior pilot were long gone, leaving just an older cat sat in the corner, chatting with Kitty.

As soon as Brenda finished for the Night she searched Tom out,"well done lad, you worked intemperately and Becky needed a talking to, but I can't risk upsetting sea captain Brown University myself,"she smiled and left. Kitty was tidying up the bar sphere, then asked if he could put chairperson on tables to sweep up, whilst she walked the old cat back up the long hill place.

Tom did as asked, then worked his way through the pub calling"light off,"but he could still smell just one remaining dog, following the perfume he went into the kitchen which was dimly lit by fly killing ultraviolet lights and could see Becky there, flicking through her magazine.

"Hi, I thought you had gone,"he said walking up to her, not indisputable how to gauge her body linguistic process or temperament"Thanks for tonight, it helped a lot with it being so meddling ”.

"No, I wanted to expect for you,"she said, Tom wasn't sure but it sounded like a poor attack to voice sexy.

As he was now within a stride from her, she stood up straight and reached for his waist with her breast pegleg, as soon as her paws were in contact, he felt claws dig into his skin through his shorts and she pulled him in close up tight to her.

"No one has ever spoken to me that way, nor spanked me, I want you to fuck me."she said in a whisper imposter sexy voice.

"Ahem, you're too young for me,"Tom hoped he was right ; he still hadn't warmed to this particular bitch dog.

"Nope, I'm XVIII and I want you to have sex me,"she responded, her paws undoing his belt"no one has ever taken control of me, severalize me you want me, tell me you need me, hold me roughly"She then licked his font. The one job with domestic dog having a schnozzle, even shortsighted unity, kisses either don't oeuvre easily or dogs just prefer to lick.

Tom paused, not for sure what to do. None of his sexual experience prepared him for"rough sex ”, but he still disliked this cunt and that made it easier. Her little white meat were pushing against him nicely and being this close to a female anything he could feel his dick throbbing trying to rise, so that made the decisiveness for him.

Her magazine would name an excellent tool to slap her with, but when Tom looked for it, it had gone. The number one affair he could remember of was"sucking my cock bitch"he said into her ear, slapping his one helping hand on her rump.

She dropped her head tier with his privates and her mitt only just loosened his belted ammunition and undid the waist button. She ignored the zip, yanked his shortstop down to above his knees. She pulled his boxers down just enough to let go of his now half grown extremity that was quickly filling. At first of all she was ungainly, half thrashing, one-half biting as her front canine dentition pairs nearly pierced him, Tom realised this maybe her low blow job.

"Slow down squawk no teeth, make me unvoiced so I can ram it into your wet puss"he said, cringing to hear himself say the ` c'word.

She obliged,"Sorry, I am not experienced, is this skillful ?"as she changed her technique, her eyetooth fang teeth straddled his prick, making a narrow sharp gate way into her mouth. Tom worried for his throbbing enlarging rotating shaft"No dentition I said, you must mind to instructions"

She pulled back bring in of his now stiff rod"Sorry, you are so big, you will need to punish me for being a bad bitch ”. She pulled forward but modified her place, so he was no farseeing foreland on, with his rod to the side of her backtalk, this was often better. She tried to breastfeed but couldn't quite get it right, but his shaft continued growing and throbbing.

At least this was now beginning to feel not too bad a nose candy job. He held her spike tight at their al-Qa'ida and slid her in and out on his dick, at to the lowest degree there was plenteous spit to preserve him lubricated and her lip was warm. So Tom pulled her fountainhead in soused to him.

Even through his foreskin his tip felt the roughness of the roof of her mouth and then her throat, causing her to gag.

He pulled out, with his pelt covered spade end just inside her mouth, then plunged back in to get her gagging again. He was now fully hard and enjoying the touch of power as she behaved subservient. He got into a round of pumping her principal whilst he thought on his next move ; her spittle was drooling all over his genitalia and onto the floor.

"Get on all fours, turn around and exhibit your tail to me"Tom commanded"I want to see your juicy bitch bitch ”. She obliged, her straw man stage counterpane eagle on the floor, her buttocks raised in the air, tail twitching vertical.

He could see her back end exposing two butt for him, one small dry virtuoso like crater and below her pink lipped flower petal incision dripping wet, leaking onto her rear fur, one part of him just wanted to aim his cock in but he also wanted to drag out this out long, enjoying it more than he would accept thought. He grabbed the base of her tail with his leftfield hired hand and with his proper hand swung a hard smacking across her tail, she shook with electric shock twisting sideways and gasped"stay still, you are to be punished"Tom tried to vocalise commanding, finding that this was a large turn on and he was enjoying it maybe a little more than he should.

He pulled her back into position using her derriere, holding it hard at the substructure. He slapped her again, just as grueling, with the flat of his hand ; she only twitched this time but still made a light gasp"Umph ”. To beleaguer her, he stroked her one cheek softly with his loose hired hand, letting his pollex stroke the damp well trimmed fur close to her wet drooling pink petal slit.

A rippling of delight ran through her, quick as a flash he slapped her rump again, then softly ruffled her buttocks fur, quarter round stroking the wet fur next to her dripping cunt, running it up to her dry crater above, where he lingered teasing the rim.

"Mmmm Tom knows trump, I've been bad and want my punishment"Becky gasped in her normal part, no longer trying to voice sexy. ‘ Slap'Tom hit her again, Tom alternated between teasing her dry rimmed Crater above and her wet dripping garden pink lipped prick below and slapping her toilsome, with the odd reduplicate slap or just removing his paw from her rear end to return softly to tease her.

Tom now was so horny he was salivating at her wet ass, dying to get inside. She was quivering at her own arousal - he wanted in. On the next smacking, as his hand returned to softly beleaguer her glistening pink lips, this meter he slipped a finger's breadth inside her, she tensed and gasped"Ohhhh yes, delight"and he drove it in to his knuckle and then slowly withdrew it.

He dropped to his knee on the trading floor and pulled her back by her tail so he was on her left side of meat, to gain full control as he probed her with his right on index finger, once in, he added a second, which was a lot mean"Wooooooow"she squealed. He could pump both finger's breadth in and out, now and then he would quickly pull out them out and either smacking or stroke her wet hind end, to slide both back in. She shook with pleasure and expectancy, not knowing what to bear next.

He pulled his finger's breadth free, using the flatcar of his finger wiped the juice soaked trimmed fur under her wet beloved canal up to her little dry crater above, repeatedly to wet and lubricate it, patting it lightly to tease, she tensed and relaxed her little crater's muscleman, not knowing what was going to happen or when.

He patted her dripping garden pink lipped screw canal and slipped in his sec finger and with his thumb pressed on her now wet short rear crater, she tensed"relax Becks or it will hurt more, relax, you are to be a good bitch now, I want to pleasure you ”.

She shivered, almost melting with pleasance at his words. She relaxed and her rear volcanic crater opened. Tom applied pressure to his thumb, and it tried to enter, he had to tease it around and push hard but finally it entered fully, Becky tensed again, he pushed his thumb further in, as she let out a long exhaling gasp"OOooooooo ”.

He hooked his middle finger into her wet garden pink love channel, keeping his pollex inside her crater's cave above it ; it wasn't easy as her she was tight and pushing back. So he released it to hear Becky yelp"yooow ”, but drove his two fingers in and out her dripping pink canal with capital speed.

Becky was quivering more than and more"oh, oh, oh, I'm going to cum, I'm coming, yes, yes"she whispered as she spasmed back onto his fingers, he felt her pink love canalize tighten on them and drove them in severe and deep, then vibrated them side to side, from his wrist, as her unharmed body went taught in a few muscle spasm of delight"Yeeeeeeessss fuuuuuccckkk"She squealed, held her muscularity taut and then relaxed.

Tom turned rotating on his genu to face her rear, lifted her up onto his lap by her can, leant forward and licked her pink lipped love canal ; she tasted bitter confection, unlike to Sarah or jackpot, but now soaking wet with her juices and cum.

He delved his tongue in between her pinko backtalk easily, hunting with its tip not being for sure of dog anatomy ; he soon found a flap of concentrated skin causing Becky to give an"ohhhhmmmm"gasp and a shiver when he licked it, teasing it repeatedly with his tongue for a minute or two.

Tom then raised up on his genu, pressed his inflexible ram rod against her wet pinkish love canal brim and repulse it in deeply, she squealed"yeeeeooooowww ”, she was so tight on his shaft his prepuce pulled back sharply even with all the lubrication inside her.

He released her prat, both his hands reached onto her hips, just to where he knew was right, held tight digging his fingers in and pulled her into him, started pumping in and out. She soon responded in synch and soon he was bouncing off her rump with her gasping at every movement in"oh, oh, oh, oh ”.

Tom leant over her back, moving his workforce forwards to lie on the flooring either side of her, searched her neck and gathered up some neck opening skin in his teeth. She knew what was coming"yes, yes, yes, Tom, that is so nice, I'm coming again, please"Becky begged, so Tom bit laborious and she spasmed again, tensing around his ram rod trench inside her, she squealed"yeeeeeeeaaaaahhhhhhhssss"and tensed her body.

Tom held on until she relaxed, then released his bite, drew in a deep breath and came up back onto his knee joint again, withdrawing out of her, his penis dripping with her cum. She collapsed on the flooring with a grunt"Gmphhhhh ”.

"But you haven't finished yet, I'm not satisfied, I've not cum yet"Tom said. He was pulsing tilt hard and his bollock were aching. He was enjoying this way too much, although his aversion for Becky was now fading and now feeling a minuscule empathy.

He rolled onto his back on the flooring alongside her, face up, his hawkshaw reaching for the roof"climb on top, sit on my throbbing putz you worm, you have had your punishment, you have had your pleasure, now it is my turn"Tom commanded.

Becky rose, looking at him tired and appall"but I am exhausted. How can you be still operose ?"

"Sit on my dick I said, I want your wet cunt wrapped around my stiff shaft,"Tom commanded hiding his cringing thoughts.

Becky sat up and straddled Tom's waist, her paw guided his dick to its target. He felt the wetness of her lip on his raw tip. She was lowering herself down slowly, but Tom couldn't resist an spear carrier turn of events. He grabbed her waist and pulled her down and raised his hips up to drive into her, her backtalk opened wide, gasping silently in shock.

Now Tom could see her underbelly all right, finally able to hit the books her closing curtain up, he just hadn't poster before, her slim waist, the way her fur was trimmed, she had lovely breasts, small but perfectly rounded, with dainty lowly nipple that were hard. She was sitting in her own wet maculation on Tom's hips, he could smell her sex, it filled the room, but she wasn't moving.

Tom slapped his fingers of one deal across both her breasts"yowww"Becky yelped but grinned back, he then softly fondled them,"you need to pleasure me now"he ruffled her fur as he lowered his hired hand to grasp her pelvic arch and prime their rose hip together, the wet patch between them felt nice and sticky.

Slowly Becky came back into the jive of things, taking over the grinding work, so much so he released his grip on her hip joint and once Sir Thomas More tucked his hands behind his head, looking up at her relaxed, enjoying watching her trunk impaled on his shaft, grinding her crotch to his, with her chest moving sweetly, Tom could see she from her smile and her reaction she had become aroused again.

"bouncing up and down on my dick, I need pleasuring"said Tom, as he raised his coxa up lifting her and dropped back to the floor, so suddenly leaving her mid air momentarily, connected only by his flagpole, then she dropped, landing with a huge slap. Becky gasped in shock,"Arrrrggghhh ooooo ”.

Becky got the idea and drive up and down, using her rear legs beneath her to abstract her up then releasing to drop mouthpiece open grunting in metre"uh, uh, uh, uh ”. Tom enjoyed the spirit of her well lube tunnel, sliding up and down his throbbing shaft. Looking up at her again, he felt his clump give that intimate twitch. He was nearly there.

"saltation up and down cunt, I want to see your bosom bounce"Tom said, knowing he couldn't finis much longer, he slapped her lightly across her breasts again and returned his mitt to behind his capitulum. Becky raised her front legs over her forefront, paws together, giving Tom a authorize, unexclusive view of her chest as her own orgasm grew.

Becky upped the tempo and pumping up and down faster, rising in high spirits enough to just continue his naked spade end just inside her mouth, then slapping down onto the increasing wet patch between them. Her breasts were bouncing for Tom to admire. She grunted with each landing solidus,"uhg, uhg, uhg ”. She was in control of her own orgasm that was building to a climax.

She squealed"Ooooo I am coming again, Tom, I am coming, yeeeeeaaaaahhhhhhsssss,"cried Becky, raising herself up on his masthead celestial pole whilst arching her back, her breast flattening with her, her front peg and hand stretching up above her, in a spasm and Tom felt her muscles clench around the spade end of his irradiation then whole body dropped onto his iris pole pushing it recondite inside her"Fuuuuuuccccckkkk"she squealed.

Well, that was it. Seeing her climax climactic spill, he could sense his own orgasm climax, releasing his own cum bursting inside her, she felt his warm liquid flood lamp into her. It was Tom's turn"grmph, Beeeeeecccckkkkeeeeee you beauteeeee"He grabbed her coxa and ground them to empty his orchis. She squirmed in delight and collapsed onto him, her chief just above him, hugging him tightly and once again licking his face.

"That was unlikely Tom, I'm sorry I'm an awful dog, I know people don't like me, I don't know why, I try, I do try for people to like me. Thanks that was fucking brilliant. I never thought I would lose my virginity to a homo, but I am glad I did"she whispered, revealing her arcanum to him.

FUCK, thought Tom, jeez, this is top dog captain Brown University's daughter, that will piss him off if he finds out, hoot and I am supposed to go fishing with him tomorrow..

They led together on the kitchen trading floor cuddling for a short while, then Becky rose off him, licking him all over his wet crotch, then came up to his face licking him and then managed a peck on his impertinence.

"I'm sorry, I have to go, if mum hears me coming back this late she will worry where I have been"she said licking his face again"thanks again - fan ”.

"Oh, I don't tutelage about you and Kitty, Sarah or anyone else ; BUT if you screw any early beef dog in the village, I will prick your cock off, you are mine, I am your one and only bitch dog"Becky looked serious and to support that she put his wet flaccid limp hawkshaw in her oral fissure and made sure he could feel her tooth and gave it a nip and twist.

She got up and left the kitchen, leaving Tom lead there on the level in a wet speckle, shortstop still pulled down onto his thighs. He quickly checked his hammer for rake ` jeez she is scary when serious, I'm certainly she meant it'he thought.

He got up, sorted himself out and called for ignitor on ; he could smell the sex and see the wet patch on the tiled floor. So he found a mop and antimicrobial and quickly did the entire floor until he could only smell disinfectant.

Afterwards he crept upstairs, got a overbold towel out the linen closet and jumped in the shared exhibitioner, nowhere near as nice as Sarah but he was steamy and sweaty, he must launder his shorts and clothes soon.

Whilst showering, he pondered on the day, wondering what canid attributes he will take up on after sharing nano-bots and DNA with Becky. SO long as he doesn't dog his tail around or walk around with his knife hanging out, he hoped.

He finished up, dried off, wrapped the towel around him, picked up his clothes, made sure the way was tidy and presentable, called for lights off, opened the room access and stepped out into the hallway, his cats eyes giving him a straighten out prospect of the hallway.

There curled up at the room access, asleep was Kitty, Tom bent down and stroked her ears until she stirred"Oh Kitty what are you doing here, you should be curled up in bed"he whispered as she rose from her slumbers and lifted her face to his, he kissed her.

"I wanted you to do it you can sleep with me, I don't want you to be alone this evening, you've worked hard and proven yourself, I heard you with Becky and didn't want to lack you, so when I heard the shower bath running I just waited ”.

"Errr Yes, She wanted to talk and excuse"

"Hmmm, there was a lot of squealing and grunting going on, sounded more like sex to me and a long session at that, I think she has gone home three-base hit satisfied"Kitty said with a smirk snuggling him back,"come on ”.

Tom enjoyed his new ability to wander a wickedness family in complete darkness with his dark vision cat's oculus, making their way through the night pub up to her bedroom, which was large being the fully width of the mansion with windowpane on both front and fundament prospect of the pub ; her bed was possibly the declamatory he had ever seen.

He dropped the towel and his wearing apparel and joined her on the bed where they curled up face to face and kissed.

"It's ok Tom, it's been a recollective day so you are probably shattered now, I don't expect you to do, however eventually I would like to have the chance to leave sugar marks on my roof beams, like Sarah has above her bed,"pool said winking at him with a knowing grinning as she stroked his limp appendage teasingly.

"Mmmm thanks, although just for you I am for certain I could find some energy somewhere. I am glad you are ok about me now, I have really enjoyed today in every way and you look wonderful"Tom responded.

Kitty needed to tell Tom something she had bottled up all day"Surprisingly Sarah loves you and that means a lot to me, as I love her too, you have really caught her heart. Please don't hurt her, she won't expect you to be monogamous, but whoever you go with please take to her, she needs a male person in her life."

Kitty went on,"I have made Captain Brown promise to bring you back safely from your fishing trip ; we have lost nearly every off humankind visitor to captain Brown taking them out on his sportfishing sauceboat, no one really knows where they go but he returns minute later without them."

Tom's passion was rising again, his limp shaft was stiffening as descent made its way back filling it again, kitten's soft paw stroking was working its conjuring trick"It would be rude to run off it now"Tom said, rolling on top of Kitty, kissing her"Sarah found doing it like us humans quite a kinky turn on, he joked"enjoying the feel of her soft chest against his chest.

Tom felt a comforting familiarity on top of Kitty, as her fur, like Sarah's felt more continental quilt, whereas Becky's dog fur felt more like nooky tidy sum rug in comparison.

"I'm not convert, but I will try it once"express mirth pussycat, now stroking his bum cheeks with her rear hand and his articulatio humeri blades with her front mitt and grinding her hip joint into his stiffening rod.

Tom drifted his aright helping hand down between her wooden leg and reached his prey, her pleasure castle was dripping wet already, he teased her initially with a wandering finger, then slipped his endorsement finger in between her moist palace lips to search out that affectionateness inside, he found that telltale nub of hard lip, teasingly circling his finger tip around its base, causing pot to whirr softly.

Tom sat up onto his human knee, between Kitty's rear peg, enjoyed the view of her stretched out beneath him. His cat's night vision allowed him to see her perfectly in the Moon elbow room, appreciating her fur basque and knocker. He angled his now flag poled rod down and engaged his skin clad tip with her juicy pink sassing, feeling her wetness and she his hot tip. He slipped slowly inside her succus filled tunnel, feeling his foreskin slide back exposing his tender tip.

"MMmmmmmmm, that is so dainty"pussycat purred, Tom resting on his knee, gripped pussycat's pelvis and gave nice long decelerate strokes, almost withdrawing then sliding back abstruse inside her. Tom enjoyed puss's piano contact and her loving smell, that coffee with a trace of nut, without Sarah's drug like heat fogging his thought and vision he was really savouring this howling fauna and the moment.

He longed to see those tit bounce though, so he upped the energy levels, now slapping into her sopping wet love canal as he plunged into her repeatedly. Kitty reacted with regular lilliputian gasp"oh, oh, oh, oh"as her own hullabaloo rose and those breasts started bouncing and just like being basque clad they were popping up out of the fur financial support into full sight, then dropping back with fluidity.

Tom leant over, kissing her underbelly, working his way up, until he had to unloose her hips and move his hands up under her upper arm fossa, onto the bed. He could now kiss her breasts, but he wanted to taste her, like Sarah, he wanted to suck her.

Wrapping his back talk around her lead breast, he sucked and clinch, releasing a spurt of strong, copious milk into his mouth, slightly less viscous as Sarah's, causing Kitty to squeal with delight"yeaouhhhhh, MMmmmm ”. Then quietly said"so that is where Sarah picked it up from. It is sooooo kinky, you really are our sexy A-one sex toy Tom ”.

She squirmed slightly to a lower place him as he moved upwards, keeping the milk safely contained in his fold lips. His dresser leant onto her now muffle knocker. Her rima oris open, silently gasping at his rod lunged in and out, he hung over her. Looking into each other's cats'eyes, his sassing above hers and let a slaver out, lowered his mouth and kissed, pushing his tongue into her mouth, sharing her milk.

"Meeeeooooooow"pool Purred, Tom could feel her climax rising, tensing her muscles, inside and out, as his own stirrings deep in his own shaft, he dropped his chief, nibbled her neck to find the rectify slur and bit her neck"Yeeeeeewwwwooooo"Kitty yelped as she arched her back as her orgasm climaxed, Tom felt her tunnel bulwark jam in on his cock, he could no longer comprise his own and released his warm spunk into her, pumping it and grinding his rose hip until the lowest drop.

They held still, taut for a abruptly while, until Tom released his bite and came up to face her and look into her deep yellow hombre'oculus, then gave her a deep buss, his clapper delving in to meet hers. Their kiss lingered whilst their consistence relaxed.

"MMmmmm I may need more drill at these human emplacement"Purred Kitty, as she licked Tom in the now familiar Post sex cleaning. Once finished they curled up, expression to boldness, snuggling, pecking little osculation onto each other.

Tom felt comfortable and rubber in kitty's weapon system with her odd gently purr, curled up in yet another warm, soft ventilation duvet and he slowly dropped off to sleep.

To Be Continued, assuming hoi polloi give sufficiency positive balloting and constructive comments ! *******