My name is Katrina and I always look impeccable in my starched white blouse and sensible shoes. However, I am far from little miss purity. I have a very dirty secret. Whenever I step into an alley, I shed my innocent Katrina skin and I become filthy alley Kat.
Dirty Tom cat, has been following the essence of my pussy for weeks. He has teased and sniffed around the fringes of my sexuality until I am simmering with lust. Now, tonight, like any predator stalking his prey, he has entered attack mode and I am sharpening my kitty claws ready for his advances. Tonight is my initiation. You see, to be fucked up Alley Zero, is like a right of passage, through which I have to pass to awaken my new found sexual liberation. I have been trapped in a dry wasteland of ‘no sex’ for far too long. In fact I have been in a state of alley virginity for as long as I can remember, because it is not easy to find a dirty Tom who can fulfil your filthiest fantasy
Tom cat is following me out of the club. He is stalking the essence of my tantalising pussy musk. I draw into the shadows, licking my lips at the prospect of the meal to come and my amber eyes dilate in anticipation.
I am liquescent. So turned on I am breathless. He really lit my fuse when he danced with me earlier. Smothering my mouth, grinding his hips into my quim. From that moment, he marked his territory on me and I had no desire to escape his claws. I simply began to purr.
I sniff and lick at the feral scent of alley Tom cat on my hands, and its filthy key note explodes within my neural synapses, sending a surge of excitement though my body.
Where are you, Tom cat? I know you are somewhere in the shadows, toying with me like a cat toys with a mouse. My body stiffens with sex impulse. My cunt is sopping wet. The moist sex juice, is like rainfall on a dry desert. It makes my pussy seed germinate, erupt and blossom, and I quiver with orgasmic ripples.
I exude sex appeal. It oozes out of my feline pores. Men pursue me because they smell alley Kat all over my hot body and they just love that wild pussy odour. They sniff at the dirty undertones and instantly they are spellbound by my alley cat vibe. They adore my slinky sexuality, purring vibrato voice, long claws and savage, wild cat eyes. Most of all they love the smell of alley Kat sex honey, oozing from my cunt. Naturally, I fight them all off. Only one kind of mate appeals to this kitty, and that is one as down and dirty as me. Mr Tom cat.
I feel the familiar glow of expectant sex and my internal sexual barometer begins to rise, as he steps out of the shadows. He is just the kind of cat I adore. Rough and territorial with emerald, deep set eyes and a dangerous twist to sardonic lips. The moment I laid eyes on him, I knew he had grown out of the filth and graffiti. He was a true urban child of the alley.
A jolt of electricity stiffens my nipples. Tom cat creeps up on me and holds me captive. His voracious tongue probing my mouth. He can feel the fire rising through my skin, as he presses against my writhing body and my pulse escalates, giving birth to the flowing juices which stain my thighs. Tom cat makes me flow like a geyser and the pussy cat cream just keeps coming and coming.
He continues to kiss me with rapier stabbing motions of his darting tongue. This is not the gentle kiss of a lover, but the hungry desire of a copulation seeking animal. Insistently the tongue keeps working the inside of my mouth, igniting my circuit of eroticism. Sending arousing stimuli through my sexual network. It triggers nipple and clit, and soft welcoming pussy. He presses me up against the damp bricks of the alley and his hips grind me into the viscous, semen-painted walls. Then, lips and tongue chase the blue vein, down my bare arm, as if he is pursuing the essence of pussy cat through my blood. I sink my nails into his skin and my purr intensifies. I fire again and again, in rapid convulsions, his hands kneading my buttocks, first one then the other. Sliding my skirt up to caress my thighs, he probes between my legs, rubbing my liquid crease through my flimsy panties. I run my tongue over my lips in further invitation.
‘I have this obsession with getting fucked up an alley. Actually, it’s the only place I can fuck.’ I moan, low and vibrato.
‘I’m going to eat and then fuck you.’ He says huskily. ‘I’m going to lap at that kitty cat milk, and I’m going to suck the cream.’
Excitement sends shots of adrenaline through my system and my plump white breasts swell and recede beneath my tight corset. I grip the hard bulge in his pants with my strong fist and I knead him with my paws, pulling him closer as I slide my arms around his tight butt. Tom cat’s lean hips will feel so good, pumping my drought-dry pussy. I can hardly contain myself. My addiction has not been fed for months, and like any addict, I desire my fix.
I don’t know what made me like this. Perhaps it is in my genes, or maybe it is because the first thing I ever laid eyes on was the alley, and they say you have a definitive tie to your birthplace. You see, my mother gave birth to me in an alleyway. She rarely talked about it, after all that was her dirty secret. But as a result I think I am a little tainted by the down and dirty vibe, of the pussy cat hunting ground.
When the pain took her, my mother was surprised as she had not made much of an effort to ascertain her due date and I literally dropped into her life like a bombshell. I was born in the alley as she could not walk any further and she had needed to crawl into secrecy to have me. She birthed me like a kitten, quickly and in the dark shadow of a fire escape. Apparently, I was easy in my arrival but I squealed like a banshee. Later, as a child I sought out the darkness of passageways. The memory of filthy dark places was instilled in me and appealed to my sense of urban mystery. My mother was a whore and men came and went at all hours of the day and night from our Islington flat. My mother’s behaviour got up my nose to such an extent, I walked the streets like an orphan, detesting the return to the flat which always reeked of cheap booze, stale perfume and sex. Or I would sit surrounded by mewling cats in the alley, my true home. Of course, my mother threatened me with punitive measures if I kept returning there, but I didn’t take any notice. It was my happy hunting ground, and what did she care anyway. All my mother was concerned about was her next bottle of gin or new pair of shoes.
I was always slightly strange Katrina, but I can remember the day I changed my name to alley Kat and discovered the licentious depths to which I had evidently sunk. I was staying with Marvine in New York before I started university.
Marvine and I had been to a burger joint to see her boyfriend, Jerome. I could tell instantly that he had a thing about me. I had met him several times by then, and his eyes always probed lasciviously beneath my clothes, seeking the bud of firm nipple and the contours of juicy sex. I possessed the feral stink of alley cat, and he was drawn to me, and saw something in me which was kinky and arousing. The three of us walked out from the burger joint together, straight into a noisy parade, there always seemed to be one in New York. I became separated from Marvine and I panicked a little.
Darting inside an opening, I found myself in the mouth of an alley. Marvine had underlined that I was not to take short cuts. But in the daylight it seemed harmless enough and, I deduced from my calculations, it must exit somewhere near Marvine’s apartment. Jerome was behind me and that gave me a curious sexual thrill. I felt no sense of alarm, simply the familiar moistening of kitty milk, between my legs. I knew he wanted to fuck me, but until now, he could not find a way to get me alone. The anonymity of the dark alleyway fuelled my desire and I flexed my claws. I was thrumming with lust as pressing against me, he began to fondle my breasts and taking my hand he placed it on his monster cock. I tugged at his zipper, having great difficultly getting it to move over his mammoth erection. Jerome hitched up my skirt and, ripping down my thong, he began to fuck me with the ferocious abandon of a feral alley cat.
When I returned to England, I became a student in that most poetic of cities: Cambridge. I would walk within the university alleyways, absorbing the ancient bodies and ancient sex. On occasion, a student would accost me and I would allow him to. No one was immune to my kitty magic. Sometimes the accosting was of a mild nature. A sharing of hand and tongue. At other times it was ferocious, primal copulation.
As I developed in alley sexuality, I found they brought out my most indecent behaviour. Within them, I became a performer stepping onto a stage, and I metamorphosed out of my clean Katrina skin, and into dirty Kat. Here, I could act out my darkest desires and be whoever I wanted to be. I never tried to analyse it. I just accepted the fact I was born of the alley.
There is no getting away from it, sex happens in alleys and alleys have a certain sex appeal which makes my juices flow. I hide in the shadows to witness men unzipping their trousers and masturbating. Sex starved teenagers, thirsty lesbians unable to wait. The best performance of all was the sex of a well dressed couple coming home from the theatre, the woman exquisite in her low cut designer gown. Obscene in their grunting and coupling, it was the mating dance par excellence of two octopuses. They were all arms and legs, tangling and rippling. He spread her on the wall, lifted her taffeta froth of skirt and, like a battering ram, he took her. I was so turned on, I simply couldn’t help rubbing furiously at my clit and I came with such an explosion I gave a small cry and the couple froze. That was certainly a close call. From that day on, the salacious alley was an unquenchable magnet and I returned as often as I could to investigate its activities.
I acquired a working knowledge of every alley in my neighbourhood. I made it my mission to be the foremost authority. I’d study the minutiae of their physiology like a scientist examining a particularly interesting microbe under a microscope. Like a human organism they possessed body, breath and heart and certain idiosyncrasies all of their own. I sorted through trash cans and I found items to both titillate and amuse. Sexual life stories were thrown away in the trash. Once my finger rested on a spot of milky semen and that really fired me up. This sex was new, perhaps only minutes old. Ancient semen and daring thoughts only served to arouse me more, and I would sink down onto my haunches and slide my fingers into my lubricious fanny, orgasming almost instantaneously.
Which leads me on to the source of my most prolific finds. Alley Zero. The alley, par excellence! It is my alley cat hunting ground and the place I choose for my latest initiation. Entering Alley Zero from the club is like finding the back of the wardrobe in the ‘Narnia Chronicles’. It permits entry for the select few into alley heaven. Alley Zero hums with a filthy energy all of its own and it is such a fertile hunting ground, there is no alley quite like it in the whole of my city. In Alley Zero I discovered condoms so large they must have fitted monster cocks; Discarded knickers and thongs; dirty books, pornographic pictures, a mistress’s whip and Oh yes; electrical items with and without the batteries. My most erotic find was an artificial vagina lurking in the bottom of a dustbin. The moist, gaping pussy, really attracted my attention and I plunged my fingers into it, working them around to get a feel for the artificial maw, and how it might seem to a man’s cock. It now takes up pride of place on my mantelpiece amongst my other alley trophies. You could call me a collector par excellence of alley memorabilia.
I think some hooker lives in an apartment overlooking Alley Zero. After all, no ordinary person would possess so many gadgets. Now, my primary objective is to be fucked there. Fucked in the most thorough way. While under the watchful eye of the invisible hooker.
‘I know what you want, Kat.’ He whispers in my ear. ‘And not just anyone will do, will they? I wonder what turns you on the most? Would you like to be taken on your hands and knees like a common alley cat? Is that what would make the pussy cat roar like a lion?’
I love a man for a hard fuck. I particularly love a man who reeks of bad Tom cat. My body is clamouring. I am giddy with the stealthy sex narcotic, as it races through my bloodstream. I can smell the headiness of sex scent and hot snatch, rising into my nostrils, and I melt around his hips, a sigh of pleasure escaping my dripping, painted lips.
‘Lift me onto it.’ I whisper. ‘Lift me onto your cock, and press me against the wall.’
I flex my wrists and lock them behind his head as he pinions me to the brickwork, my breasts pushing against his mouth. He tugs open my corset and pushing it aside, he releases first one breast and then the other. He squeezes them savagely, pressing his lips all over them. Igniting me with nips of sharp teeth.
‘Is that nice, Kat?’ His one hand wriggles my skirt up over my hips so he can cup my buttocks, and then with the other, he sinks his nails into my feverish flesh. It is so delicious I think I might swoon. He takes his time to linger on my nipples, stimulating them to rock-hard points. ‘Only creatures come down alleys. Is that what you are, Kat? An alley Kat whore? Because you sure behave like one?’
‘I love it when you talk filthy alley talk. Fuck me.’ I plead. ‘I want to be fucked hard up against the wall, like a dirty hooker.’
He keeps rubbing and pinching my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and I explode in shuddering orgasmic frenzy.
Tom cat is smiling at me, a sardonic twist to his lips. ‘Reach up for me, darling, and hold the fire escape.’ He grasps my hips and hitches me up, so that my legs are now wrapped around his neck. My muscles scream as I stretch my arms higher, then higher still, until eventually my fingers are gripping the rusty metal.
Separating my thighs, his fingers dance over the tiny silk thong, which barely conceals my now engorged quim. He leans closer, inspecting my kitty cunt, sniffing it just like a Tom cat, his tongue poking at the silk. I squeal in delight, thrashing and moaning. I want his mouth. His fingers. His cock. Tom cat’s tongue darts out and captures the sex juice on my thigh. ‘Baby.’ He says. ‘That’s some sweet pussy milk.’
He buries his head and lips between my two trembling thighs, his maw opening to take a huge mouthful of my bleeding peach. I shiver and cry. I am assailed by rapid pulsations between my legs. Electrical charges leaping from one nerve plexus to the next as he seeks the kitty cream.
‘You’ve got the morals of an alley cat.’ Then he steps back suddenly, leaving me suspended in midair.
‘What do you think you’re doing? You idiot!’
‘I just want to admire the view.’
‘Let me down.’
‘Oh, I don’t think so. How long do you think you could hang there, Kat?’ He sidesteps my flailing legs and inserting his finger into my weeping slit, he rubs it back and forth. ‘If I were to tickle your clit, do you think you would fall?’
‘If you try it, I’ll kill you. You shit.’
He laughs at me, his eyes lust-darkened.
I am a delectable platter ready to be sampled, as I display my pubic fuzz, and dusky raspberry red nipples, rigid with desire
Now he cannot reach my breasts, but he is level with my other mouth. ‘Little pussy whore.’ He snaps the elastic of my thong, revealing my scarlet slash and pouring cunt. He cannot resist caressing my silky white skin, then passing his hand over my swollen snatch. Raking his fingers through my crisp pubic hair. I stop wriggling as his mouth approaches my sex. I hold my breath in delight, I wonder if when he tries to eat me I ought to kick him with my stiletto clad feet. It would serve him right. On the other hand, I want his fat, long tongue forcing its way inside my tunnel.
Tom cat tickles me, he separates my lubricious folds with his fingers and when he finds my hyper-stimulated bud, he begins to rub and pinch until my clit is throbbing. ‘Hold on tight, Kat, I would hate you to fall.’ His nose and mouth titillate the now inflamed nub, before fastening his teeth onto it and sucking me as hard as he can. The sucking draws the orgasm out of me, in wave after wave of sheer unadulterated joy.
‘What are you doing? don’t stop.’ I whimper, as withdrawing his mouth, he reaches into his pocket.
‘I have a little surprise for you, Kat. I know how much you like your little toys.’ And gripping my buttocks, he slides the mini vibrator out of his pocket and into my clenched anus. ‘You like that don’t you, babe? I can tell.’
I grip the fire escape with my arms. I am now feeling insensate from the arousal. My orgasm is circling and mounting in a wicked spiral of pleasure. But it is too far to the alley floor and I simply cannot let go, and jump to the ground.
‘My, you do make a delicious spectacle hanging there.’ The vibrator slips deeper into my lubed tunnel as he pushes his head between my legs to eat my slit, dancing and jabbing his tongue skilfully in and out. Flicking the stem of my clit, before once again circling the hard bud. The invading mouth on one side, and the vibrator throbbing against the thin membrane of my other hole, is too much to bear.
At the moment of trembling orgasm, he withdraws, lips moist with my pussy milk. And standing back, he watches me as I surrender. My body gives in, my limbs stretch, and I convulse in flashpoints. I wish someone would look down the alley, I wish they would bear witness to my bestial initiation. I hope the whore is staring down from her upstairs window and she feels jealous at my filthy rapture. I look up and I see the lamp glowing in the apartment and I shiver with violent excitement, as I am spot-lit from above. I tremble from the erotic charge of being observed performing on my stage, by the voyeur. I never felt this sexually aroused. Tom cat is charging my desire, playing me. He steps beneath me, lowering my thighs to his shoulders, and my kitty milk drips onto his shoulder.
‘Bastard. What did you do that for?’
‘You didn’t think I’d leave you hanging there did you.’
I watch entranced as he unzips his pants and lifts out his rigid cock. He is hard and distended. The tip swollen and wet with filthy, Tom cat lube. ‘I have just the thing for that at home.’ I smile wickedly. I release the fire escape, sagging into his arms and he kisses me. Deep searching kisses which tickle my palate and caress my tongue.
‘I just love coming down dark alleys to jerk off.’ Tom cat growls. ‘They do something to me. Give me this animal instinct to fuck myself senseless. But I didn’t think I’d find an on heat kitty queen to chase.’
He holds me tightly running his hands all over me, before allowing me to slowly slither down his tall body. He presses my naked thighs to his straining cock and I reach down my greedy fingers to grasp his straining shaft, sliding my long nails along the stem towards his silken, heavy balls. Savagely he grips my shoulders and forces me down. My mouth seizes him, sharp teeth nibbling, as I take his salty pole inside my mouth and work it aggressively.
I play to the secret hooker.
‘Enough, wench. Get on your hands and knees.’ He pushes me down until my face is inches from the ground and, beneath my palms, the echo of the alley resounds through my blood. I give small moans of ecstasy as his hands roam over my liberated body. I am oozing pussy juices from every orifice as my senses flip into overdrive, and my basic instincts magnify. Lifting me up, he spreads my legs and pinning me across an overturned dustbin, he feels once again for the eager, sucking quim.
‘I’ve made quite a study of your dirty habits. I’ve watched you for ages as you rummaged amongst the rubbish from my flat. You know I really warmed to your game, Kat, so I began to plant little surprises for you amongst the detritus of my everyday life. My, my you are a dirty little kitty aren’t you? Because you took them all home. In particular I remember that rather wonderful pink vagina. I wonder what you did with that? I had lots of fun imagining.’ His voice is becoming progressively huskier. ‘Then when I saw you become the little voyeur, my heart leapt. I thought that is the woman for me. A filthy, kitty queen to rule with me over my territory.’
‘So it’s you who lives above the Starlite Club? You filthy pervert!’
‘You’re a fine one to talk. We’re rather two of a kind, aren’t we?’ His fingers dig deeper between my sucking kitty cunt, and I shiver as an orgasmic tidal wave erupts. At the same time his turgid Tom cat dick, is bearing down on my pussy, nudging itself into my molten tunnel. ‘Meow.’ He purrs in my ear, as his fingers rake my back.
Forcing aside the two ripe globes, he begins to pump his tumescent Tom cat dick violently in and out. ‘This is how you really want it isn’t it, Kat? I rather fancied up against the wall myself, but I really think this way is much more fitting for a real alley Kat don’t you?