Blacking a Cat

Happy Halloween Month You Great Readers. In the spirit of this wonderful time, and well because I have nothing better to do than to type (considering there is a pandemic), I wanted to write this story for you. This story will be a quick one featuring a couple enjoying their Halloween. This is meant to be light-hearted and more of a jerk-off piece.

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Otis didn't need a reason to love Halloween more than he already did, it was his favorite holiday by a landslide. He grew up with a horror-loving family. His dad was an extra in a couple of old horror films and surprisingly they let him live. An untold feat for a black man in the horror movie industry back then and even today. His dad would always talk about his experience, building it up to untold heights in Otis's mind. That same love always exploded on October 31st. It was his chance to go all out. Every year his dad would call in favors to bring in props to decorate their house to make it the coolest and most terrifying in the neighborhood. Otis loved it when he was younger, and cherished it as he grew into a teen. It was during that time that Otis added another reason for loving the occult holiday.

Every red-blooded American man knows the best part about Halloween is seeing those skimpy outfits, Otis was no exception. He took great pleasure in seeing and charming the almost endless stream of sexy nurses, sexy cats, sexy zombies, sexy serial killers, and the occasional sexy taxidermist. It was easy for him considering he was attractive himself and had a creative costume. The girls would line up to see the hulking black Pharoah who's shirtless torso could be used to wash clothes, or the time he was a vampire. Plenty of women were lining up to let him take a bite. Yeah, Otis ruled Halloween and was never lacking in women who wanted a spooky hookup. That always made Otis' Halloween, or it did until last year.

"Ringmaster!" came the voice that Otis trained himself to respond to, "Your lion needs you!" Otis chuckled, turning his body he moved to the source of the noise. Before him with a pouty look on her face was his third and most recent reason for loving Halloween, his girlfriend Sable. Dressed in a lion costume that consisted of a light brown leotard bodysuit with a plunging neckline that revealed a look into her cleavage. Along the sleeves and openings was dark brown fur that gave her a distinct "lioness" look. Her long thick legs were covered by a brown skirt with the same fur, and pair of calf high heeled boots with fur running up and down them. Her costume was brought together by a few loving touches of fangs and dark brown ears perched on top of her head jutting out from her brunette hair. To Otis, she looked equal parts fierce, and sexy, a perfect complement to his "Ringmaster" costume.

Sable wrapped her arms around him and rose to the tips of her toes so she could plant a kiss on him. Settling back down she smirked as she saw smudges of her black lipstick on his equally dark cheek. "Awe aren't you two cute?" came a voice that made the two of them laugh. Otis and sable both laughed, before responding.

"Hey don't hate on the couples costume dude, gotta keep the lady happy," Otis told his friend while grabbing Sable. He pulled her in close, his thick arm flexing around the girl, and planted a kiss on her. Sable sighed feeling the cute bit of possession from her boyfriend.

Looking at the rest of the group she giggled and said, "Sorry to be those people, but we have to go. It's kinda late." The couple proceeded to hug everyone bye as they bid their farewells.

Sable was to the last of her friends when she whispered in her ear, "Late my ass, you're just tryna get dick." Sable broke away and gave her a wink, she had hit the nail on the head. Following her man out she let her thick ass wiggle, her tail flowing joyfully behind her. The group laughed knowing that the two would be going at it all night. Back on the street, Otis laughed as Sable reached up to kiss him, her hand snaking behind his head as she shoved her tongue down his throat. On her lips, he could taste the remnants of whatever fruity drink she had been downing at the party. Giggling into the kiss Sable broke it and stared back at him, her eyes on fire with lust.

"Hurry up," she purred as Otis fished for his keys. This was the reason he loved Halloween with Sable. She always chose the sexiest costume to entice him with, a costume that clung to both her large tits and her thick ass. Fishing for his keys he thanked the Lord that he chose to stop drinking hours ago so he could make sure to get them home so they could enjoy their night. Unlocking the doors of his car they both hopped in ready to make the trip home. As Otis drove he could sense Sable's frustration. "Baby go faster, I can't wait anymore," she purred as Otis did his best to not get pulled over. Sable knew that but she felt like being a brat.

"Baby me getting a ticket would ruin our night even more, so just sit back and keep your panties on okay?" Otis commanded. Sable sat back mulling over his words. She could tell his words were laced with the same frustration that she felt, but somehow he could control his. She would always admire him for that, his ability to control himself in certain situations. It was an enviable trait, one that she decided she would test.

Sable reached onto the side of the seat and flicked at the lever that controlled the angle. Allowing the seat to go back to where she was almost laying flat, she removed her seatbelt. Otis kept his eyes on the road but was wondering what she was trying to pull. Sable was in full brat mode now, as she removed the black thong she was wearing, she would not keep her panties on! Allowing her fingers to creep to her swollen and puffy lips she started to give him a bit of encouragement to hurry up. "Ugh baby I'm so horny for you," she moaned as she swirled her fingers around her clit. Tracing her slit up and down, she gathered a bit of her flowing nectar. Pausing she brought her soaked fingers to her mouth and sucked. With an exaggerated pop, she let her fingers fall out of her mouth before she put them back underneath her skirt.

"Not fair," Otis grumbled as he drove, slightly increasing his speed as he got onto one of the more open streets.

Sable didn't try to contain her moan, "Keeping me waiting isn't fair." She felt herself close as she moved her free hand to massage her tit. From the corner of her eye, she could see that Otis was hard, his incredible girth pushing up against his black pants. Massaging the tit flesh she screamed as her fingers plunged themselves deeper into her own wet hole. "Otis, please hurry up...my poor kitty pussy can't take anymore!" she almost screamed. Otis decided to throw caution to the wind as he sped up, realizing they were close to their apartment. "YES!" Sable screamed out as her orgasm hit her. Her juices flowed down her tanned thighs and onto his seats. Sable huffed a bit as Otis pulled into his assigned parking space. Smiling he looked at her, her chest rising and falling. Bringing his hand up he stroked the triangular ears on top of her head.

Chuckling Otis teased her, "There there kitty we are almost there." Sable rolled her eyes as she opened the car door, swinging her legs out. Otis followed behind her as they made their way to the door barely able to keep their hands off each other. Walking past the doorman and rushing to the elevator the two were able to secure their own car as throngs of people moved about to their own Halloween plans. As the doors closed Sable attacked Otis pushing him against the wall and once again plunging her tongue into his mouth. This time Otis returned the kiss with passion, allowing his big hands to roam under her skirt gripping at her toned ass as she pulled him in close. Allowing his fingers to travel he felt how wet she was, and instantly smiled. If it wasn't for the chime signaling they made it to their floor, they would've gone at it right then and there.

Exiting the metal container the two scampered down the hallway reaching the door to their apartment and busted in. Otis went to pull Sable into another kiss, but the sly woman pulled away. "Sorry baby, you made me wait. Now it's your turn. I promise it will be worth it," she said huskily. Otis saw her eyes narrow, and the feeling of being the prey to this wild lioness crept into his soul. Nodding his head he decided to take a seat on the couch and flip through his collection of horror movies. Deciding on the latest slasher flick, he put it on and settled in to watch it.

Otis was so absorbed in the movie that, he didn't notice the figure who now stood in the room with him. A light cough got his attention, which in turn caused his eyes to widen with lust. Pure, unadulterated lust. Usually, on nights that they got in late, he would settle in and Sable would go to put on one of his shirts, without panties, and enjoy whatever came of their cuddle/fucking session. Otis would've been content with that, but what he was seeing now made him all too happy. Sable was leaning against the door frame her cat ears still perched high on her head. Her costume from earlier was replaced with lingerie. She still had her cat ears on, but instead of the leotard, she was in a corset and thong with a garter belt. All the pieces of clothing were the same brown color as her costume, even with fur on top of the corset. Otis could see a brown tail swinging between her legs, and smiled. His girl went all out. "So baby, ready to play with this naughty pussy?" Sable asked.

Otis didn't respond with words, but a sly come hither motion. His dark brown finger cast a spell on her as she got onto all fours, giving him a deep view inside her cleavage. Like the animal, she was impersonating she crawled over to him doing her best growl. Otis laughed as she placed her hands on his knees and propped herself up. It was then that Otis saw the collar around his neck and the silver tag hanging around her neck. "Otis' Pussy?" he read with a laugh.

Sable was eyeing him and knew he would enjoy the personal touch. "Meow," were her only words before she let her fingers work on his belt. Even in the low light of their apartment, Otis could make out her tanned fingers against his black pants. Working her magic like she was so used to, she undid the buckle. Pulling the belt away she made quick work of his buttoned jeans and exposed his pink boxers to the world. Giggling Sable reached in and stroked lightly as she woke up her favorite midnight snack. Otis moaned as she gripped his cock through the thin material of his underwear. The cat girl's eyes were wide with lust as she gripped onto his waistband. "Lift up, kitty wants that cock," she told him huskily. Otis followed the orders, making no attempt to drown his own lust. Hover his body above the couch, he let Sable pull his pants and underwear down in one go.

No matter how many times she saw it, no matter how many times it casually stood ready for her, Sable would always be impressed by Otis. His cock was the thing of dreams, the type of sensual dreams that haunted her since she was a kid. Bringing her comparatively small hand up she gripped him tight, feeling the sheer weight of the organ. To her it looked beautiful in the low light of the room, the black skin puffed out slightly by the veins. While thick, he was also long, and intimidating spear that could easily tear her apart. The head was a magnificent crown that pulsed with life. It sat in her hand heavy, the girth of it preventing her fingers from touching, under its own size it limped slightly. "Awe he's still asleep," she giggled out. She had been fucking him long enough to know when she had his full attention.

Otis loved her carefree attitude when it came to sex, it made it interesting for him. It was one of the many things he adored about her. Sable was a sex goddess who loved the fact that her man was packing. Looking down Otis could make out Sable who was eyeing is cock hungrily. Without warning, she did what she did best and enveloped his cock in between her lips. She wasted no time as she spun her tongue around the thick head, coating it with her spit. Otis threw his head back and moaned as she worked her magic. Sable's eyes teared up as she forced more of the magnificent cock into her mouth. When she hit her limit she started bobbing her head. Usually, she would deep throat him, but she had other plans. This blow job was just a means to an end. Pulling back she let him pop out of her mouth with a little noise.

Surprised at his girlfriend's sudden stop, Otis looked down and was met with Sable's mischievous eyes. Slowly imitating a cat she climbed up onto him, straddling his body. With an impressive display of bodily control, she started to grind against him, rubbing her soaked pussy against his cock, the only barrier being the lacy material of her thong. "C'mon baby, play with this pussy!" she huffed out. Otis needed no further encouragement as he gripped her hips, and kept her still. Leaning forward he crashed his lips into hers, a spark passing between them. Even though her hips were viced between her boyfriend's strong hands she still gyrated her hips, rolling over them as she made sure her clit was tight against the massive organ.

Otis broke the kiss laughing at her efforts, "Using me as a scratching post?"

Sable was too focused on driving herself nearer to orgasm and only gave a "Meow." Moving her hands to his shoulders she propped herself up, her toned thighs flexing as she adjusted herself. Still up she moved her thong to the side revealing her dark puffy pussy lips as they glistened. Looking into her boyfriend's eyes she kissed him passionately. Otis wasn't waiting for an invitation as he took his off-hand and held his cock steady. In one quick motion, he drove his hips up and guided her down. No matter how many times she fucked him, she would never get used to the feeling of being filled so rapidly. "Fuck!" she shouted at the feeling.

She refused to move, needing a minute to catch her breath, and Otis let her. Rubbing her back he let the wonderful woman adjust. Surprisingly she needed little time as she started rolling her hips. Otis felt her breath hot against his ear, the pace picking up as it came out ragged. She rolled her hips hard and fast, dragging herself to the edge. Otis wrapped his arms around her and pulled down hard. Sable loved sex, and she was going to make sure that she got off using the amazing cock that was inside of her. Otis was content to sit back, enjoying the feeling of the soft material against his chest. As she continued to rock, Sable felt the impending orgasm build deep in her stomach. Her thighs rubbed against his, her juices making them slick. More focused on his girlfriend's impending orgasm, Otis egged her on. "C'mon baby girl, c'mon. God, you're so tight, your pussy feels amazing," he said.

Sable's head was now in the crux of his shoulder. The feeling of her breath tickled the man, bringing out a content sigh. Otis loved the feeling of his girl riding him, but he wasn't going to cum from that small stimulation alone. "Spank. Spank my ass," Sable panted once again close to his ear. Otis responded with a swift smack, causing the plump backside to jiggle. "Again," she hissed, and Otis followed the order. Sable was lost in her own little world as she continued to grind. Otis decided he was going to push his girlfriend over the edge. He moved his arms to her hips again and started rotating his hips. Moving in time he slowly started grinding and down, while Sable moved back and forth. The woman felt her thighs tense as she basically was seesawing against the mighty man. Huffing her whole body stiffened, and she let out a shriek. "Oh, oh, oh fuck. God! Fuck!" she said as she twitched, her body pulsing with as she came down. Sable brought herself and looked at Otis before striking at his mouth.

The kiss wasn't passionate but hungry, Sable found herself craving Otis' taste as she finished twitching. Breaking away she got up off of him and landed on the couch at his side. Otis looked as he saw her shifting. Her torso was now over the back of the couch, her large ass cheeks in the air. Lazily, she looked at Otis and asked, "How about a little doggy, for the kitty?"

Otis smiled realizing what his girlfriend wanted. Lifting his body off the couch, he moved behind her. His cock rehardened at the prospect of doing his sexy woman like an animal. Sable looked over her shoulder and smiled blew him a kiss. In her mind, she knew he was going to be excited by what he found back there. Otis was oblivious to what she was planning was ready to start. Pulling her thong down he was a bit shocked to find that her tail wouldn't budge and that the underwear was pulled over it. "Huh?" he said a little shocked that it wasn't a belt.

Sable was laughing but knew she should have warned him. "Baby don't you know lioness' have tails. Grab the base and move it...gently," she told him putting emphasis on the last word. Otis raised an eyebrow but did as he was told. He gripped the end closest to her body and gently pulled it while moving her thong from over it. As he was worked he heard a little click, and Sable jerked forward. "Ugh," she moaned as her hips started rocking back and forth. Otis' eyes widened with realization as he noticed how the tail was really staying in place.

"Is that a," he was able to get out, but Sable cut him off with a harsh whisper.

"Yes, fuck. Now please tame my wild pussy!" she screamed. She was commanding in a way that told Otis he didn't have a choice. Being careful to not disturb her tail, he pulled her thong down revealing those lips he loved. They were swollen and glistening, begging him to just have a taste. Leaning forward he let his thick lips touch against them, tasting the sweet nectar. Sable was lost to her own pleasure and shuddered at the feeling. She really wanted his cock, but was willing to settle for a moment. Otis himself laughed into her swollen lips, putting his tongue into the moist hole. Moving his hand to keep her in place, he kept tonguing her for a bit. He swirled his tongue around, making sure to explore her depths, his tongue pushing against her velvety walls. "Ugh, ugh, baby please sex...now. Please!" she begged as her body shuttered again. A mini orgasm swept through her body, racking her. Otis pulled back ready to put her out of her misery.

Gripping his cock in his hand he guided the tip to the very entrance of her pussy. Rubbing the swollen head against her he gave her a small moment of peace before thrusting in. Shrieking his poor girlfriend felt her eyes roll to the back of her head. Otis wasted no time as he worked himself up to an aggressive pace. Sable lost herself to the moment, feeling stretched out as Otis pounded her pussy. The sweet feeling was compounded by the fact that her tail was still vibrating in her ass, giving her an entirely different feeling. Otis noticed this and couldn't help but grab the base of her tail again causing another mechanical click. This time the tail whirled to life, the next setting shattering her.

Sable lost her voice as a phantom yell came out. The duo combination of the vibrating butt plug and Otis pounding into her caused her to temporarily lose her mind, and start to babble. Within Otis came the need to truly and deeply fuck his girlfriend. Reaching forward he grabbed her brunette hair and pulled it back, forcing her chin up in the air. "Does the sexy lioness like getting fucked?" he growled out.

As much as the girl was loving the feeling, she had to stop it. What she wanted from her man was something else entirely. Regaining control she panted, "Baby...please pull out." Otis stopped immediately, his face holding nothing but concern.

"You good?" he asked while stroking her back. It was something they just did, give each other tender back rubs to make sure the other was good.