Courts and Cabals 2 by G.S. D'Moore (best novel books to read .txt) 📕

Out of habit, my cock hardened against my jeans. “Holy shit! That . . . that’s Littlekittycat69. Oh fuck . . . shit . . .” I looked over to where Dani was grinning like a fool.

“You’re welcome,” she mouthed, and with a gulp I turned back to the shifter I’d bludgeoned the beefstick too more than anything else on this earth.

“H . . . hi,” I managed, and sounded like a total fool.

“Hello,” Littlekittycat69, aka Sarah, gave me a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

In fact, her eyes said loud and clear, “I have to fuck this guy?”

I would be lying if the look on her face didn’t hurt, but then I remembered the ugly glamour I was wearing, and tried to put her disdain aside. Thankfully, I’d given myself a big cock today.

She didn’t say anything else as she took a seat in a canvas chair with her name stenciled on the back. The team of makeup artists that hadn’t done a thing with me descended on her as she started to take off her clothes. My cock got even harder as I watched.

“Hey,” GoPro man, who had to be the director, snapped his fingers in my face to get my attention. “This is how this is going to go. There’s going to be a few questions, you answer them, she’ll laugh like you’re funny and then we’ll make with the fucky-fucky. She’ll lead, and just follow her cues. Understand?”

“Y . . . yeah,” my brain was still trying to catch up with the fact I was in the same room as Littlekittycat69.

“Okay, places, everybody!” the director yelled, and Littlekittycat69 sauntered over to a black X on the floor. She was completely naked, and I felt my mouth go completely dry.

“Quiet on the set!” someone else yelled. “Pornstars Fuck Fans episode one-oh-one, take one, action!” there was a loud click and Littlekittycat69 walked toward me.

There was a sway in her step and a smile on her face. She pretended she was happy to see me, but I knew she wasn’t. This was work for her, like toiling away in a cubicle; just with more dicks and cumshots.

“Hello,” her purr was the same as the compilation I’d watched countless times.

I gave a soft groan as my cock protested being in my pants. She looked down at my cock’s outline, and the first flash of interest shot across her face.

“I’m Kitty. What’s your name?”

“Ca . . . Carlos,” I struggled to remember the details of the cover story I’d rehearsed.

“Hello, Carlos,” she stood directly behind me, placed her fingers on my shoulders, and rested her furry breasts against my head.

I groaned a little louder as she started to work her fingers into my shoulders. “What do you do for a living, Carlos?”

“School,” I answered like a monosyllabic idiot.

“A smart guy,” she smiled behind me, and bent down to whisper in my ear. “I like smart guys.”

Nerds in their basement all over the world would buy and jerk off to this video. It was fucking gold. She spent a few more seconds rubbing her thumbs along my shoulder blades before spinning around to my front. The camera had a great view of her ass, but now her tits were sitting right in front of my face. My hands automatically rose to grab them, but a scowl from her made me stop.

“Are you my biggest fan, Carlos?” she asked, sensuality dripping from her tone despite the warning on her face.

“I’m so big . . . I mean . . . I’m your biggest fan,” I stuttered out as she ran a hand along my cock.

“My, my, you are big,” she played off my screw up, and I didn’t even notice the director was about three feet to my left, his GoPro zeroed in on my crotch as Littlekittycat69 started to unbuckle my jeans.

She was smiling again, and turned to the camera. She licked her lips, swished her tail behind her as she undid my zipper, and worked my pants off with a level of skill that spoke too how often she did this. My cock sprang up, nearly hitting her in the face, and she laughed as she took it in her hand.

“You’ve got a great cock, Carlos,” she started to stroke up and down.

“Yeah,” my hands gripped the edges of the chair as she smiled at me.

She had a predator’s teeth, more in common with a row of needles than human incisors. “Teeth!” I froze in shock, which probably looked like anticipation as she slowly lowered her open mouth down on my cock.

“Ahhhh!” I exclaimed, which probably made anyone watching think I’d cum in the first second.

In fact, I was braced for having my cock shredded. I’d had my dick mauled before, and it was not something I wanted to happen again. Instead of having my flesh stripped away, and my manhood destroyed on video – all of which didn’t actually matter because it was glamour, but you can’t blame me for freaking out in the moment – she expertly fit my cock in her throat without a single nick. She got about half my dick in her mouth before she worked it like the pornstar she was.

She was good. One hand worked the bottom six inches of my shaft, her mouth the top, while her free hand tickled my balls. The ecstasy took me once I was sure my dick wasn’t in mortal danger, and then I relaxed into the blowjob.

“Mmmmm,” she hummed with her lips still wrapped around my cock. I even felt the pressure start to build as she worked me over good.

“Okay, cut!” the director yelled, and the BJ abruptly stopped.

“Wh . . . what?” I pleaded as she extracted my dick from her mouth