Felicia Hardy had always existed on her own terms. While she sure had a healthy sex drive, she was no man or woman's plaything and hated being told what to do. If you messed with the Black Cat, you'd certainly get scratched. At least, that had all been true just a few minutes ago.
"Yes, Master." she told the strange stud as she looked up at him from her position kneeling before him. He was pretty hot and suddenly, the thought of him telling her exactly what to do and say was also pretty hot. Comforting, even. She tried briefly to think about what she should do next but acting on her own initiative suddenly felt . . . wrong. She wanted to ask him his name or something but that was taking control of the situation and- and thinking for herself felt so fundamentally wrong. She looked hopefully up at the stud and wondered what he'd say to do next.
"Very good. Unzip the front of your top and let me see those big slutty tits of yours."
"Yes, Master." she purred, now increasingly sure he'd tell her to fuck him. God, that'd be so hot! She unzipped the front of her costume down past her navel and let her firm D-cups jut out, her pink nipples up and hard.
"Now that is what I call a pair of sweater puppies!" the young stud said with a chuckle. "Crawl over to me on your hands and knees, then suck my cock and let me fuck those gorgeous tits."
"You got it, Master!" Felicia said with a grin. She crawled over to him slowly, wiggling her ass high in the air, then slid back onto her knees and unzipped his blue jeans with her teeth. She tenderly fished out his massive wang and purred in delight at the size and heft of it before taking it between her pouty lips, swirling her tongue around it's head and then deep throating it as much as she could. One hand lightly cradled and caressed his big balls as well, with the other sliding between her legs.
"Oh, fuck. Fuck! Just like that, you fucking slut." Tinkerer grunted as he put a strong, firm hand in her long platinum blonde hair and yanked it up and down, guiding her mouth around his meat.
He was being rough with her, forcing her head up and down on his thick cock, taking total control. It made her so fucking wet!
After a few minutes, she felt him stiffen and he yanked his now huge, rock-hard member out of her mouth, covered in her saliva.
"Time to fuck those tits of yours, skank." he rumbled, his voice rough and nearly out of breath.
"Ooh, Master, yes! Fuck my titties!" she cooed as she arched her back and leaned back in her kneeling position, thrusting her tits out at him and squeezing them together between her lithe arms. "Please!"
Tinkerer needed no encouragement - he immediately shoved his thick cock between her soft, sweaty mounds and began titfucking the willing cat thief.
"Oh, yeah! You like that, you fucking whore? Tell me you like that!" he growled in his new deep voice as he thrust his cock between her breasts over and over, one hand still yanking on her long blonde hair to thrust out her chest even further.
"Master, I like that! I like that, Master!" squealed Felicia again and again, loving being told what to do, loved being manhandled like this. "I like your big, sexy cock fucking my slut tits! Ooh, Master!"
It was soon more than Tinkerer could take. Without warning, he came hard, several strings of jism coating her mouth, neck and tits as he let out a harsh cry and let go of her hair.
"Cum! Cum you fucking slut bitch!"
Between his command, being used so roughly and the hand between her legs, Felicia then also came hard as he let her hair go and let her collapse in front of him.
Panting and smiling, Tinkerer shoved his thick dick back into his pants.
"I think we can call that a successful test run." he said, chuckling.
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