The Cat Man

They called him the Cat Man and for good reason. If the rumors were to be believed, and Marlee had no reason to doubt them, the man lived all by himself in his house full of cats.

It was a good story, Marlee thought. The rumors didn’t say how many cats the Cat Man had. Some put them at a dozen or more while others put them at well over a hundred, and the rumors seemed to pick just about any number in between. Marlee rather doubted the larger numbers. That would border on abuse, she thought. To uncover something of that magnitude, well if she did that, someone would just have to hire her as an investigative reporter.

Marlee’s pulse raced as she walked up the path to the Cat Man’s house. Wouldn’t that be something, the fledgeling reporter thought. To come across a story like that, well the news shows would have to take notice of her then. Maybe one of them would even hire her instead of her having to do freelance work.

Marlee knocked tentatively on the door of the Cat Man’s house. The door was worn but well cared for just like the rest of the house. The lawn was mowed and the curtains were drawn.

Marlee was about to knock again when the door eased open just wide enough for a pair of old eyes to peer out. The man looked at her and she looked back at him. “Ms. Wopat,” he asked.

“That’s right,” Marlee told him. “You’re Mr. Charles?”

The man seemed to almost look past Marlee as she stood there on his doorstep. “That’s right,” he told her finally.

Marlee continued to stand where she was, shifting her weight from first one foot and then to the other. “Can I come in,” she asked finally.

Again, the man almost seemed to look past her but finally, he pulled the door open almost grudgingly. “Come on in,” he told her. “Just be careful about the pussies.”

Marlee stepped inside and the man quickly closed the door behind her.

“They like you,” the man said referring to the myriad of cats swirling around Marlee. “That’s good. Come, we can talk in here.”

The man led Marlee to a living room where he took a seat for himself and motioned Marlee to take a facing seat. A cat sat on the sofa and glared at Marlee.

“Rhonda,” the man said scoldingly, “get down off of there.” The Cat Man became immediately apologetic as he turned his attention on Marlee. “You’ll have to excuse Rhonda,” he told her. “She was my first pussy and sometimes, she can get so possessive.”

“I don’t mind,” Marlee told the man even as she took the recently vacated spot on the sofa. “There’s so many of them,” she said. “Where do you find them?”

The man smiled. “They’re all strays. I would never take in a pussy that belonged to another but there are so many lonely pussies out there.” The man paused and looked at the girl sitting across from him. “They like you. Would you like to pet them?”

“Sure, I guess,” Marlee said nervously even as she reached out to stroke the fur of one of the nearby animals.

Another of the animals nuzzled up against Marlee’s body, pressing her face against the reporter’s neck. Marlee could hear the cat purr as she stroked the animal’s coat.

Something was wrong. Marlee was still looking at the second cat when it was almost as if the fur of the first cat seemed to come out in her hand. Almost before her mind could register that, the cat’s body seemed to change under her hand, growing smoother and softer and curvier.

Even before she could turn and look at the cat, Marlee felt an arm, a naked arm, snake its way up over her chest and then caress her neck.

Marlee still expected to see a cat when she looked at the place where the cat had been sitting next to her on the sofa but what she saw instead was a blond with short, almost white hair, reclining luxuriously and nakedly next to her on the couch. The blond’s eyes were oddly exotic and then Marlee saw it, a collar around the blond’s neck, the same type of collar that all of the cats wore.

The blond nuzzled up against Marlee and Marlee could almost swear that she heard the woman purr. The woman pulled back and then she licked Marlee’s hand.

The blond wasn’t the only naked woman in the room. Where there had been another cat sitting on the other side of her on the couch, now there was a buxom Asian woman who for whatever reason seemed to want to keep working her hand between Marlee’s legs, and like the blond, she was wearing a collar, too.

All around her, more women were appearing, a red head and a brunette, a little Latin mynx, a blond that was nearly a twin of the first one, and a short, little brunette with a tight, round ass. All of them were naked. All of them wore cat collars, and still more women were appearing around her.

“My pussies like you,” the man said approvingly. “That is good.”

The young reporteer moaned even as she felt the Asian girl’s hand work its way up under her skirt and touch her panties. What was happening and why was she liking it?

Marlee could feel the Asian women insinuating her fingers up inside her panties and then inside her panties and then Marlee felt the girl press her fingers inside her pussy. “I think she likes it,” she said.

Marlee couldn’t help but moan as she felt the Asian’s finger slide up inside her tight, little hole. There was no denying it now. This really was making her wet.

The women gathered around her and made a little mewing sound as they watched the young Asian girl finger-fuck the would-be reporter. and with every moan from Marlee, their keening would rise and fall.

Marlee couldn’t help but look down at the hand that was reaching up under her skirt. She could feel the Asian girl’s fingers as they continued to play with her pussy but now, her had was not the only one on Marlee’s body. From all around her, it seemed as if hands were reaching in, caressing her, fondling her, playing with her. She could feel those hands tugging at her clothes and she knew she was slowly being undressed.

Why she didn’t stop those hands was beyond her but Marlee felt powerless to stop them. She just stayed where she was and she let those hands have their way with her.

“My pussies really like you,” she heard the man say.

She was nearly undressed now. Her blouse was long gone and now, so was her bra. Her skirt was gone, too. All that remained were her panties and then even those were being pulled free.

A redhead with very white skin and firm, young tits was pushing Marlee’s legs apart and then she was sliding to her knees even as she slipped between Marlee’s thighs. Instinctively, the young reporter knew what was going to happen. She had never wanted a woman to do that to her before but she felt powerless to resist. She held her breath. It was going to happen.

Marlee moaned. She couldn’t help it. That tongue on her pussy just felt so good.

Marlee moaned again even as that tongue continued to work its way between her legs, and still those hands kept coming at her. Someone fondled one of her tits. Someone else stroked her torso. Someone else stroked her neck. Someone kissed her on the lips and someone else kissed her again.

Marlee moaned. These women were all over her and it was clear that they were not about to let her go. More than one of them had been in her pussy, sometimes with their fingers and sometimes with their tongues and sometimes with other things. Marlee moaned again. She was going to cum. There was no denying that now. She had never thought a girl could make her cum but she knew it was going to happen and she wanted it. She wanted it bad. She wanted these girls to make her cum.

Marlee let out a little gasp as a tongue almost pushed her over the edge. She was wet and she was close. She was very, very close.

One of the women pulled Marlee’s mouth to hers even as another one fondled her tits. That tongue was back again, lapping at her juices and stroking her clit.
There was no stopping it this time. Marlee just moaned as that tongue finally pushed her over the edge and then she kept right on moaning as she conti
nued to cum.

Marlee might have thought that was the end of it but her orgasm had already come and gone and still these women just were not going to leave her alone. A couple of the more well-endowed women were gathered around her, each of them trying tp press their tits against Marlee’s face. Wherever Marlee turned, there was someone’s breast there. More often than not, someone kept trying to press a nipple in Marlee’s mouth and more often than not, Marlee accepted. She couldn’t believe just how easy it had been to make her take a tit in her mouth but it was clear that she liked it. She even wondered what it would be like to feel her face sliding between two well-formed tits, to feel a breast on either cheek, to be merely smothered by a woman’s cleavage. Marlee wondered about that and she thought she just might want to find out.

Someone else had her mouth on one of Marlee’s breasts. The woman was sucking on Marlee’s nipple and Marlee moaned again. Damn, that was good.

Still, someone else was eating Marlee’s pussy, and Marlee moaned again as that tongue slithered over her wet, little slit. Marlee moaned again. There were hands all over her body. Damn, that was good.

And then suddenly, almost as quickly as they had descended upon her, the women were moving aside and suddenly, Marlee was coming face to face with the member of the master of the house.

“I fuck all the pussies around here,” the man told Marlee even as he took a step closer.

Somehow, Marlee knew that the other women were all still watching her. She knew it even though she couldn’t see it. She knew they were sitting, watching, waiting. She knew they were playing with themselves. She knew they wanted to see her get fucked.

She also knew that in the end, it really didn’t matter what they wanted. She knew the man was going to fuck her and she knew she wanted it, too. She lifted her legs and opened her thighs, knowing that she was providing a target for the man and hoping that he wouldn’t wait too long to let his cock find that target.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Marlee knew that the man would have fucked her no matter what she did but this was something she wanted to do. She wanted to lure him in. She wanted him to fuck her hungry, little pussy.

Marlee’s hole was wet and waiting. She knew she was exposed just as she wanted to be and then the man took another step closer.

The man stepped closer still and then Marlee felt the head of his cock press up against her pussy. She couldn’t help it. She moaned as she felt the head of that cock tickle her womanly gate.

Marlee moaned as the man pressed himself forward and then she could feel him enter her. She moaned again. Damn, that cock felt so good inside her.

The man pulled his cock back only to plunge it in the girl again and again and again and the girl watched him as he continued to fuck her. She moaned again and again and again. Damn, that felt good.

“Yeah, you like this, don’t you,” the man said as he continued to fuck Marlee’s pussy. “I fuck all the pussies.”

Marlee could only moan as the man continued to fuck her. She didn’t know about all the other pussies but she knew she wanted him to fuck her.

Someone was stroking her face as the man continued to fuck her and then that hand was sliding down and stroking her breasts. Marlee wasn’t sure whose hand it was but then that hand was back again, stroking her face.

The owner of the hand leaned down over Marlee’s body and then she was kissing her even as the man of the house continued to shove his cock in Marlee’s pussy. “I think you need to taste a pussy,” the owner of the hand told her.

Marlee didn’t know what the girl meant by that but she was pretty sure that tasting a pussy probably wasn’t what she wanted. But then the man fucked her again and Marlee moaned and in that instant, Marlee knew it didn’t matter what she wanted. They could do whatever they wanted with her.

The owner of the hand slid her body over Marlee’s face. Marlee could sense the wetness of the pussy hovering above her and she could see it glistening and then in the next instant, the man stuck her with his cock yet again.

Even as the man drove his cock between Marlee’s legs, the owner of the glistening pussy was bringing her pussy down and then she was pressing her pussy against Marlee’s mouth. “That’s it,” she told the girl, “eat that pussy.”

Marlee moaned again even as the man’s cock stuck her yet again and even as she did, she felt her tongue graze the pussy above her.

The owner of the pussy pressed her pussy even harder against Marlee’s tongue. “I said eat it,” she told the young reporter.

Almost of its own volition, Marlee’s tongue stroked the cunt above her, stroked it even harder and even deeper. Marlee could hear the girl moan even as her tongue took that pussy and even as it did, she moaned, too, even as her pussy took even more of the man’s cock.

Marlee couldn’t believe she was doing this. She wasn’t just eating another pussy but she was getting her own pussy fucked, too. It wasn’t the first time her pussy had taken a cock. She had been fucked before, once. It had been a boy in high school and it hadn’t been nearly as good as this.

Marlee moaned again. She knew it was going to happen. She knew she was going to cum and she knew the man was going to cum, too. She knew he was going to cum inside her.

Much to Marlee’s surprise, it wasn’t the man who was driving his cock in her pussy who came first nor was she the one who came first. It was the woman riding her face who came first and suddenly, Marlee had a mouth full of pussy juice, and she liked it.

The man wasn’t far behind the woman who was cumming on Marlee’s face. One more thrust, and then another one, and then the man grunted noisily even as he shoved his cock in Marlee’s pussy and even as he held it there, Marlee knew what was happening. She could feel his cock swelling in her tight, little pussy. She could feel the juices begin to flow.

This was what she wanted, Marlee told herself as that cock continued to cum and even as it did, Marlee let out a low moan and then a strangleed cry as her pussy finally started to cum. This was what she wanted, she kept telling herself. This was what she needed.

Marlee moaned as the three of them continued to cum but finally, the man pulled his cock from between her legs. She’d known that the other girls had been watching her as she got her pussy fucked but almost as soon as the man had vacated his place, the women were on her, sticking their faces between her thighs and lapping at the milk that was flowing from her private place and so intense were they in what they were doing that Marlee just couldn’t help herself. She came again.

Finally though, Marlee realized that it was time to go. She had long ago realized that there was no story for her here, at least not one that anyone would believe. Reluctantly, Marlee pulled herself shakily to her feet. She looked at the tangled mass of bodies arrayed around her and she wasn’t sure what she should think.

“I guess I should be going,” she said reluctantly. To her ears, it sounded like the right thing to say but it sounded wrong, too. There was at least one thing that was clear to the fledgeling reporter. There was no story here.

The man stood quicker than Marlee might have imagined and he was almost beside her in a flash. “I don’t think you’re going to be going anywhere,” he told her.

“Why,” she asked.

“Because I think you’re going to stay here with all my other pussies.”

Marlee didn’t like the sound of that so she continued to move towards the door. She was going to get out of this madhouse if it was the last thing she did.

Funny thing, though, she thought. The door seemed longer and she hadn’t noticed the man was so big before. Either he was getting taller or she was getting smaller.
Marlee had an incredible urge to stretch her body, to arch her back. Oh yeah, she thought, that felt good. She liked to stretch, but as she
came out of her stretch, she fell forward.

She landed lithely on her hands and feet. Not on her hands and knees, mind you, but on her hands and feet. Marlee looked down at her hands. Odd, she thought, that she should be having fur on the back of her paws. No wait, she thought. Not paws, hands. But paws just seemed so right. And there was fur there, and it was spreading.

Marlee looked up. The man towered over her and now he was reaching down. He was reaching for her. Marlee wanted to say something but all that came out was a plaintive mewing cry.

The man picked Marlee up. “You’re not going anywhere,” he told the reporter. “It’s a dangerous world out there and you might get hurt but if you stay in here, you’ll be nice and safe. If you stay in here, you belong to me. If you stay here, you’re going to get fucked for a very long time.”

Marlee looked balefully at the man as only a cat can do.

The man pulled a collar from a table near the door. It was a collar the same as all the other pussies were wearing. Funny, Marlee thought, she had never seen the collar there when she entered the house.

The man slipped the collar over Marlee’s head. “There you go,” he told her. “You belong to me now.” He let the girl drop to the floor. “Now you go around and play with the other pussies, and maybe you and I will fuck a little later.”

Marlee gave the man a little meow and then she went off to find the other pussies. It wasn’t a promise but it was good enough. Maybe, she would be getting fucked later. She couldn’t wait.