THE CAT

Sorensen was a lousy lecher! And no one had any doubt about it... not even him! As an influential regional merchant, having built a small empire from the small town of Hoorn, everything had become easy for him, including seducing women, which he did indistinctly. And those who couldn't for the seduction, did it for the harassment, blackmailing, conspiring, buying or simply taking! He gained fame for being an insatiable male, as well as a merciless, heartless man. For such reasons, he never married, and foresaw the future, left with his trusted lawyer a will, where his business would be sold to whoever paid the most and the result turned into a fund that would be administered by influential bankers and never shared with anyone; Sorensen knew that after his death, thousands of women would run to the courts, longing for a share for their bastard children, since he had never admitted the existence of such offspring. According to him, none of them would get a penny of their money, which was just yours and nobody else's. It was proved, therefore, that it was added to its qualification that it was cheap and petty. All this seemed to have an atavic relationship with the merchant's past that in her youth had fallen in love with a beautiful young gypsy, but her parents never agreed to the possible union outside the tribal customs that had already committed the girl to one of their own. Possibly, that hardened the heart of the boy who became an ever-cold, feelings-devoid profiter, cultivating only pleasure for pleasure; however, an event significantly altered the course of this man's history. And it looks like it wasn't just an accident. One afternoon, after tasting coffee with cookies in his favorite candy store, Sorensen returned to his office when he was approached by a lowly-looking old woman, wearing rough costumes and carrying in her hand a small basket, offering her a newly born kitten as a pet; Sorensen's first reaction was to brandish her cane in the air threateningly while she uttered dyspauteries to get rid of her uncomfortable presence. Interestingly, when Sorensen saw the little furry animal as the snow and honey-colored eyes full of vivacity and cleverness, he went deaf, as if he were bewitched by the little animal; he remained silent, and his interlocutor also did not speak. What do you want for the animal? – he asked, after a long break, how to get out of a trance. - Only ten guilders, my lord! – answered the old woman with a soft tone – It is not much for a wealthy man like you, is it? Immediately, Sorensen put his hand in his pocket, removing a small sack of leather, from which he took the sum, delivering it to the old woman, who took the money and gave her the animal. Having him in his hands, the merchant looked like a child with his new toy! - Ah! Just a reminder, noble sir! – intervened the old woman in a sistudish tone – Never let her take your milk ..., man’s milk ..., you will not like the consequences ... - Milk? But what milk do you mean? – asked him in apprehensive tone and astonishment expression. - Why, my lord..., you know! – she replied with a naughty tone – The milk that fertilizes the ladies ..., the one that warms his entrails and flows with impetuousness! At that moment, the chime of the church bells was heard, calling everyone to Mass at the end of the day; Sorensen looked at the tower, remembering that it was he who donated money for the acquisition of those inopportune bells; and as he turned toward the old, he saw with surprise, that she was no longer there ..., had disappeared like a late wind. In the days that followed, Sorensen found himself drunk with affection and care for the kitten, whose cleverness and singularity so captivated that even his business was put in the background. The little animal had gained status from a person, with caregivers who patted her with everything the merchant could offer her, always the good and the best. The privilege was such that Kitten, the kitten, had earned the right to sleep next to her owner's bed in a basket specially made for her. One night, however, Kitten was forced to sleep outside Sorensen's room, for he had brought a woman's company to enjoy his bed; it was the wife of a famous weaver who had come to town for business and had ended up drunk and women, leaving his wife in the care of the merchant, who soon gave her a lip, leading her towards the insufferable betrayal! And it was quite a night! Sorensen did not waste any time in stripping the woman, leaving her in her arms dominated by desire; he sucked the swollen nipples from the full breasts of the female and did not waste any time in throwing her over her bed, diving her face between her legs and enjoying the taste of her partner's warm and wet cave, who soon groaned like crazy, experiencing a succession of caudal joys. Without a waste of time, Sorensen took off his clothes, displaying, proudly, his male dowry in front of his partner's stupefying face, which opened his eyes to see the merchant's advanced member, even salivating with desire. He climbed up on her and penetrated her with a single blow, burying his stiff mast deep into the insides of the woman who cried hysterical screams at the sight of such an intense man. There were, therefore, blows and more vehement pelvic blows, filling with sweet torture the female who groaned and writhing, receiving a wave of unbridled and energetic joys that left her entirely at the mercy of the merchant whose voluptuousness was as unmeasured as her lust. Attacking with voluptuous force the female's cave, Sorensen did not cool for a minute and while he had a pallium of energy, he remained firm and stiff, stocking without interruption ..., until, after deep arfaring, he contracted the muscles, yielding to his joy that exploded, flooding the insides of the woman who reacted by contracting and screaming when receiving the male's load. Overwhelmed by the effort to which their bodies were exposed, Sorensen and his partner fell on the bed, without him realizing that a few drops of semen eventually fell on the floor of the room. At dawn, Sorensen noticed someone getting up from the bed, while someone else lay next to him, nesting tenderly in his arms; the merchant felt a sweet and delicate odor, but before fatigue, he continued in his heavy sleep. In the morning, when he woke up, he realized that he was not alone in his bed; immediately he despaired, imagining that the weaver's wife was still in his company, which certainly would have undesirable consequences. Yet what was not his surprise when he realized that it was not the evening companion who was beside him, but a beautiful young woman whose nakedness was disturbingly captivating! She still slept, sighing quietly, with her body glued to his; as she was on her back, Sorensen could not see his face, but what she saw and felt was something delicious! The slender shapes with insinuating angles and short platinum hair gave the figure an air of perfection conceived in paradise. Timidly, Sorensen caressed the body of that young woman who enjoyed her bed, feeling her warm and velvety skin whose youthful vice was an exhilarating explosion of pleasure; as she went down to the buttocks, she realized something unusual ..., the young woman had a small appendix that projected a little above the beginning of the groove that formed the valley between them and looked very much like a ..., tail! Overwhelmed, Sorensen jumped out of bed, causing her companion to wake up; the young woman had a beautiful face with honey-colored eyes and red lips and her innocent smile was an invitation to sin ... but the merchant remembered what the old woman had told her when trading the little Kitten ..., never give her man's milk ..., and somehow she soaks up the liquid that reduced in her human form, endowed only with an unusual anatomical detail. Kitten? Is that you, my little kitty? – asked him barely able to utter the words. The young woman smiled and merely nodded with her head in affirmation, proving the suspicions of the merchant. Sorensen was simply ecstatic! Her Kitten was a beautiful young woman of exuberant shapes, captivating smile and a provocative look, like a female in eternal heat! She looked at him as insinuating, hoping he would act as if a male would act in the presence of such an attractive female..., and that's exactly what happened. Taken by a primal fury, Sorensen took her in his arms seeking her lips and closing a long, warm and wet kiss, while his hands groped her breasts with intriguing firmness, pinching her nipples and hearing her sigh with ecstasy; without waiting for Kitten pushed him to bed, and as soon as he saw him lying on her, he nestled between the legs of his owner, tenderly licking the scrotum and then the hard talk of the merchant. He had never received such an intimate caress, and at the same time so sweet and simple; Kitten tasted the merchant's member until excitement reached a peak that was revealed in the crystalline droplets expelled by the limb, making sure that the male frenzy was more than auspicious. At this moment, Kitten climbed over Sorensen's body and put on crotch, rubbing his warm-to-wet cave on the swollen glans, in a torturous sexual juggling that made him irrational of desire. In a breakup, Sorensen held her by the waist, forcing her to descend on her mast; it was ecstatic to feel herself invading that warm, tight little group, which was dilatating to wrap up the enormous intruder, gloved him with a perfection that no woman had ever been able to do; when he saw himself inside the female, he made mention of leading her in the movements, but Kitten proved more than skillful. Supporting her hands on her owner's chest, she began combined movements of pelvis, waist and buttocks that seemed to swallow and spit out the limb faster and deeper, causing a wave if sensations that even convulsed Sorensen's body, which she saw as a sexual toy over her kitten's domain. And after a long time, with a voracious harassment over the merchant's body, Kitten turned his body without allowing the limb to escape from its interior, restarting the movements now with the possibility of the male glimpse the beautiful rear of his female. And there was a moment of such perfect timing that both of them reached the summit at the same time, with Sorensen babbling unconnected words and also swearing love to Kitten by promising to marry her and give her everything she wanted in life. While relaxing, still with Kitten riding on his owner, feeling his huge limb wilt inside, she bent her face over his and whispered something in his ear. On the afternoon of that same day, the merchant’s lawyers were called to his home and had an unusual meeting with him in the presence of an almost naked young woman they had never seen before. That night, Kitten and Sorensen locked themselves in the master bedroom, surrendering to a sexual frenzy that continued as if it had no end..., the only witness of what happened in that room was a large full moon pouring its silvery light into the room. In a few moments, Kitten received the cover of his owner who, when he penetrated her, struck her with unceasing vigor, hearing her groan and almost purring every time her body was shaken by a new wave of orgasms. At other times, it was Kitten who tamed his stallion, riding him with extreme mastery, extracting all the vitality that remained in Sorensen's sweaty and exhausted body. The next morning, the house employees were surprised when they entered the room finding neither Sorensen much less their young companion ..., what they found was only a couple of cats: the same white kitten that had been adopted by Sorensen and beside him a cat of gray coat and inexplicable blue eyes ..., blue as Sorensen's! After the deadline and declared the absence of the trader, his lawyers tried to act, fulfilling the determinations imposed by him at the meeting in his home; his business began to be managed by a fund with the intervention of banks and also the Crown and all resources were intended for philanthropy works and also the welfare of the hundreds of employees who were active in his organization. Finally, the merchant's residence was kept intact and cared for by the employees, and there were some requirements, such as always changing the bed linen and also leaving in the corner next to the window, a bowl of milk and a tray with the delicious biscuits of Sorensen's favorite pastry ..., say the superstitious that on full moon night, when the enclosure is bathed by the silver moon, one can hear groans, sighs and screams quenched as if someone was enjoying immense pleasure between those walls.