Cougar and Kitten
by Landon Dixon

Another shitty job on a scorching hot summer day – painting the fire escape stair and platform railings on a sleazy hotel, tightening all the loose bolts.

When they’d told me I’d be working outside a hotel,
I thought maybe I’d be dressed up in a braided uniform opening and closing doors for high-tipping, good-looking customers. But when they piled me into a rented van with four other equally hard-up guys and a shitload of bargain-brand paint, I got the true picture.

I still thought maybe I’d be able to cop a look at some babes sleeping or playing in the raw inside their hotel rooms. But after a day-and-a-half of hanging around the sunblasted, iron-grated exterior of the Excelsior “Residential” Hotel, all I’d ogled were a few dumpy drunks and skeletal drug addicts, dames I wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot schlong. The inner-city hotel was ten storeys tall and about 110 years old, crumbling like the rest of the dilapidated downtown core.

I expected more of the same, was thinking some serious self-thoughts about going back to school for a trade education, when I climbed up the stairs to the seventh floor fire escape landing. The rusty walkway swayed like a wasted whore on five-inch heels. Or maybe it was all in my swimming head, having taking too much heat from the glaring sun. I glanced in a room window out of habit as I staggered by, not expecting anything. And I almost had an actual stroke. Finally, a stroke of fucking good luck!

There was a living, breathing babe standing in front of the dusty mirror mounted on the dresser inside the room. Sure, she was maybe 45 and slightly faded, but the bloom definitely wasn’t all off the rose. In fact, she was putting more on, applying make-up to her face as she stood there in just her black lace bra and panties.

Her body was lush and well-rounded, stacked in the front and packed in the back. Tits big enough to feed a party of two guys, ass mounded thick enough for any pair of able-bodied women. She had bright red hair done up stylish in dangling curls, smooth, creamy-white skin with hardly a blemish, a plush pair of lips and big blue eyes and a face well-seasoned but still plenty attractive. A slumming beauty outclassing her surroundings big-time.

I dropped my roller and can of paint then gripped the edge of the window and stared, getting the gorgeous view from behind and the side, the front reflected in the mirror – 38 double-D. It cleared my head like a cool slap to the kisser, made my dick stand up and take notice.

I didn’t even mind when the babe shimmied into an emerald-green dress – she did it so sexily, squeezing her voluptuous form into the short-hemmed, low-cut, shiny garment. She adjusted her jugs and smoothed the satin over her ass, looking at herself in the mirror like I was doing. Then she puckered her gleaming red lips and blinked her long black lashes, brushed a couple of glossy curls aside, teasing herself even prettier, teasing me even harder. My pole tented my overalls, giving the babe a one-gun silent salute.

The window was cracked open a bit at the bottom and I heard a knock on the hotel room door. Big Red blew a kiss at her reflection of perfection and then sashayed over to the warped wooden portal, yanked it open. A younger woman stood there, a blonde, pert and pretty in the tits and face, petite and perfectly formed in the rest of her body. The cougar and the kitten.

‘I’m Pamela,’ I heard the redhead introduce herself.

‘Mindy,’ the blonde murmured.

My fingers dug into the wood of the window frame and my dick, drawing splinters. I only prayed, as I pumped, that happenings would be as sleazy as that room implied. As the cute younger blonde was ushered inside by the beautiful older redhead.

Mindy was wearing a pink crop-top and white shorty-shorts, pink and white sneakers. Her honey-coloured hair was braided into dangling pigtails, her fresh face clear of make-up, green eyes wide and bright. Her bare arms and legs shone smooth and golden, her braless breasts under her top poking twin indentations into the cloth at the tips, shorts so tight I could see camel-toe. I could smell her sweet body-spray for sure, along with Red’s sultry perfume.

Pamela walked the girl over to the bed. They sat down, the cougar showing her shining white teeth in a smile, the kitten playing tentative, nervous, her head and eyes cast down, hands clutching a pink purse. The tension built in my cock and my balls, my hand polishing pipe like a brass railing outside the finest hotel. I couldn’t quite figure out what was going on, but I was breathless and beating to see what happened next.

What happened next was that Mindy suddenly threw her arms around Pamela and kissed the woman hard on the lips. And the woman kissed the girl back equally hard, Pamela wrapping Mindy up in her arms.

I grunted, gripped, ripped. Red must’ve called room service, I figured, and this was the savoury dish she was served up – steaming, blonde, hot-pussied kitten, anxious and eager to play for pay.

The two babes mashed their mouths together, chewing on each other’s lips, sucking face with a feline ferocity. Tongues shot out and twisted together, glistening pink sticker-lickers that swirled urgently around and around. As they pawed at each other’s bodies, caressing humps and valleys, cupping and squeezing curves. It was Mindy who pushed the dress straps off Pamela’s shoulders, spilled the woman’s ivory, blue-veined chest-globes out into the open with a deftly executed bra-pop.

I broiled with lust out on the sunbaked fire escape, smoke rising between my flying fingers on my hardwood. Watching Mindy heft Pamela’s pale, heavy mamms in her little brown hands and flick her kitten-pink tongue against the fat, cherry-red nipples. Pamela tilted her head back and moaned, thrusting her jugs into the girl’s face. Mindy squeezed, kneaded the luscious tit-flesh, hands overflowing, lips sealing around and sucking on jutting spigots.

Then their clothing was shed like fur coats come summer weather, until the cougar and the kitten were both spectacularly naked except for their panties. Those panties bulged with their pussies, and one another’s hands. Pamela stuffed Mindy’s tightie-whities and rubbed up and down, Mindy stroking back and forth in Pamela’s black lace undergarment.

The blonde’s tits jutted off her chest firm and conical and sunbrowned, tan nipples stretched up higher. The two babes fondled each other’s tits with their free hands, polishing pussies with the other pair.

Pre-come stained a spot on my overalls, my hand blurring like my vision, the walkway shaking under
my shaking legs. Mindy screamed and shivered uncontrollably, going off against Pamela’s buffing hand in her panties. The more mature woman wasn’t far behind, her own tits jumping and body shuddering, as she caught the full force of Mindy’s rubbing fingers and erupted with her own shrieking orgasm.

I gaped and gulped, awed at the orgasmic sight. And then that feeble fire escape almost collapsed under the weight of my amazement, when Mindy popped her peepers open and looked me square in my eyes through the window, beckoned at me with a pair of pussy-slick fingers. Pamela turned her head and smiled and nodded.

My boss was yelling at me from way down below to get on with the job. But all he got for his pep talk was a face full of greenwash, as I kicked over the paint can in my hurry to wrench up the window and throw myself into the wooden cage with the kitten and cougar.

They clawed me naked, shoved me down onto the bed, pounced on either side of my cock. Like all cats, these two were carnivorous, and now they were craving meat. Mindy wrapped her soft brown fingers around the boiled base of my pink dick and twirled her tongue around the bloated purple top while Pamela cupped my furry balls and squeezed them, lapped my swollen shaft with her thick, wet tongue. I panted with delight.

The kitten was curled up on my left side, one leg thrown over my leg, dewy blonde pussy squishing into my knee. The cougar lay on my right side, huge tits pillowing hotly into my thigh, ginger cunt squelching into my calf.

Mindy inhaled my cap and half of my shaft, bobbed her head up and down, wet-vaccing my dick with enthusiasm. Until Pamela pulled it away and stuck it into her mouth, showing her seasoned prowess by sucking me up down to the balls. Her lips bounced off my groin.
I bounced almost right off the bed.

Pamela sucked hard and deep, blowing my mind and my cock, sinking her red head and mouth down my mast and then slowly and wetly pulling back up. I trembled like that rotten old fire escape with the least little bit of weight, Mindy putting her own saucy mouth to work on my sack, sucking the fuzzy dice inside her drooling kisser and playfully tugging on them.

They passed my dick back and forth, the two cock-hungry babes, one sucking shaft, the other balls, then vice-versa. Before giving me lip service on either side of my towering prong, humming up and down a tune that had me vibrating with feeling. Their lips and tongues met at the bulbous tip of my pole, kissing and frenching each other over my ironworks.

‘Fuck her!’ Pamela suddenly hissed. ‘While I eat out her sweet young pussy!’

Music to my ears, and to my dick. Pamela stretched out flat on her back on the bed. Mindy straddled the woman’s head with her knees, facing the woman’s pussy in the feline 69 position.

The blonde lowered her slit down onto Pamela’s mouth, as she tongue-bombed Pamela’s twat. I crouched on my knees in behind Mindy’s taut little butt, over top of the redhead. The cougar gripped my dripping cock and guided it into the kitten’s dripping cunt.

‘Fuck!’ I barked, like a dog.

I ploughed full-length inside Mindy’s pussy. The girl was juicy as a giant peach. Pamela sucked up my sack and juggled my nuts with her tongue. I revelled, rutted, wallowed in the wild sensations of being embedded in the one babe while the other batted around my balls. Then
I hooked my hands onto the girl’s narrow waist and pumped her pink tunnel, the woman disgorging my sack and licking my shaft.

Mindy moaned into Pamela’s muff, tonguing the woman’s snatch with abandon. Pamela tickled Mindy’s puffed clit with the tip of her tongue, when she wasn’t cushioning my stroking cock with all of her tongue.

I churned kitty like a madman. It was the absolute hottest sex scene I’d ever been a part of, the sleazy setting and my own surprise starring role making it all the more incendiary.

The creaking bed rammed into the wafer-thin wall in rhythm to my pistoning dong, Mindy’s pert butt cheeks rippling wickedly against my banging thighs, her head rocking back and forth in between Pamela’s legs. Pamela sunk her sharp nails into the girl’s ass and clawed the cheeks open for me to see pink pucker, my pounding cock gliding over her bathing tongue.

Mindy squealed and shuddered in front of me. Pamela moaned and spasmed beneath me. It was too much for this humble working (and fucking) stiff to endure. I tossed back my head and howled, blowing cobwebs out of the corners of the room, semen boiling out of my balls and steaming up my pipe and spraying into Mindy.

I jerked around like a tomcat on a hot tin fire escape, jolted repeatedly, jetting sizzling sperm deep into Mindy’s sucking cunt. Then down Pamela’s gulping throat, when she pulled my spurting cock out of her playmate’s pussy and stuffed it into her mouth.

There was one jarring shock left for me. That came when the satiated kitten handed the smiling cougar 200 dollars and purred, ‘See you tomorrow again?’

Pamela and I both nodded our heads, licking our chops.