Breakfast, funny business

The first thing you notice when you wake up is a deep brown pair of eyes, shining with reflected morning light as they stare down at you. Then you feel a warm weight against your body, and you look down to take in the scene. You can't see very far because Tibby has rolled further while you were sleeping, shifting to partially cover your body with her own. Her stomach is pressed against your side, and her bare breasts hang above your chest, soft pink nipples lightly grazing your skin with every breath.

When you make it back to her face, hovering over yours between curtains of dark hair, her eyes are crinkled with amusement. "Morning. Whatcha looking at?"
Your treacherous eyes answer her question by flicking back to the two objects of interest, and a blush spreads over your cheeks. "G'morning," you mumble. "Hungry?"

"Very," she answers. "Gotta freshen up a bit in the bathroom first though."

You nod. "Right. I'll meet you in the living room."

Tibby's legs untangle themselves from your right leg and she pushes herself off your chest. Then she crawls to the foot of the bed, seemingly oblivious to the fantastic view this grants you, hops off the bed, and disappears into the hall.

You stay on your back for a minute before you feel ready to get up. Standing, you cram yourself into your jeans, pull a shirt over your head, and step into the kitchen.

Once you've set two plates of toast and various toppings on the table, you drop onto the sofa behind it just in time for Tibby's entrance. The erection you had just gotten under control comes back in full ****; she's still wearing those blue panties, her breasts swinging free as she bounces on her heels. Your mouth runs dry. "I thought you were getting dressed."

"I never said that. I just had a bad taste in my mouth. Besides, I'd just have to take them off again in a moment."

"You would?" You ask, lightheaded. "Why?"

Smiling brightly, she skips through the room and pushes your plate away so she can sit on the edge of the table. You don't know where to look. Slightly up, and you're looking at a pair of breasts hovering only inches away from your head. Down, and your eyes catch on a pair of panties just tight enough that you can see the outline of what lies below. You can't look away to the side because a pair of hands have latched onto your head, tilting it up until you're looking up at her face.

"Because I've made up my mind. I feel safe here. You don't expect me to act like a typical submissive pet, and you haven't made any moves on me even though I can tell you'd like to."

As she speaks she slowly drags her bare feet up your legs, coming to rest on your bulge before she says the last part. "Now I said I was hungry, so are you going to feed me?"

You're smart enough to know she's not talking about the toast. "Help yourself," you say, sitting back to give her some room.

"Thank you master," she winks, hopping off the table.

Before you know it she's stretched out on the sofa next to you, tugging at the button of your jeans. You lift up a little so she can pull them down and your cock springs free, generating a surprised squeak. You feel Tibby's breath as she inspects her prize, then a soft hand wraps around your shaft. Pointing it up, Tibby gives the head a kiss. A lick up the side is followed by a pump of her fist. Finally her lips wrap around it, taking the first inch into her mouth. You groan as her tongue laps around its circumference, which is all the encouragement she needs to remove her hand and dive in. Taking half your length into her mouth, Tibby starts bobbing happily, at least you assume so based on the purring. The vibration drives you wild, and one hand clenches the upholstery while the other runs up and down her back.

Two inches of your cock remain untouched at her deepest, this position doesn't allow for deepthroat. You're hardly complaining, as it is her attention brings you to the brink of orgasm within minutes. You don't know when your hand left her back, but Tibby's purr ends in a gasp when she feels your hand between her legs. She forces her head down until you're pressed against the entrance of her throat, then pulls almost all the way off while sucking hard. She repeats this maneuver a few times, then stops with only the tip in her mouth and uses her hand to rapidly stroke your shaft. You grunt, filling her mouth with string after string of cum that she swallows without spilling a drop.

Finally coming up for air, she shimmies around until she's on her back. Her head rests on your lap and she looks up at you, breathing heavily. "Please keep touching me. Pet your kitty's kitty."

You oblige without hesitation, returning your hand to its spot between her legs. Her panties are soaked through and you can feel the heat radiating from her body. Your fingers play lightly up and down the fabric until you hear a **** whimper. Taking mercy, you press down harder and give her clitoris some attention. At the same time, your other hand makes it to her chest, switching between massaging her boobs and gently tweaking her nipples. She starts huffing quietly, then bites her lip to suppress the noise of her orgasm.

You keep moving your hands slowly, easing her down from her high. Once she's recovered enough to sit up, you pull her onto your lap and kiss her deeply. She seems surprised, but returns the kiss while wrapping her arms around you.

"That was fantastic," you tell her once your tongues disengage. "But I really am hungry."