Pleasure Cruise! Through Space!!

"Ngh, yeah, I got her for a bargain!" I gasped happily into the comm system, my voice cracking a little as an expert tongue flicked at my dick. No I wasn't talking about the big-titted catgirl busy gobbling up my cock! Well. I guess I kinda was. She came with the ship... It's complicated! "She's a little worse for wear, but I don't know. She's cozy."

"Cozy eh?" my sister's face lit up and moved a little closer to the screen, her tongue running over her lips. "Mmm, I'll probably have to visit sometime. Give her a little work out."

"Are we still talking about the ship?" I asked with a grin. My smile grew a little bigger as she grabbed her camera and panned it down her lithe young form, running over her bare, flat chest before ending at her delicate, feminine cock. Her soft little balls still had a smear of lipstick, a dark red ring circling her left testicle.

I ground my hips a little, my thighs squeezing my catgirl's face, my cock about halfway down her throat. I let out a little groan, my teeth sinking into my plump lips as my sister's tiny hand began running up and down her willy, jerking it as she watched me get off.

"What do you think?" she asked, her girlish voice coming through a little tinny on the speakers. Molly - her name was Molly - cupped her perfectly smooth balls for only a moment before suddenly spinning around to grab her shirt and cover her less-than-ladylike appendage. "I'll be there in a second Mom, don't come in!"

The screen went black as she slammed shut her laptop.

"Dammit!" I huffed out, looking down into my cocksleeve's eyes. I call her Kitty because, well, why wouldn't I? She stared back up at me, green eyes wide, and I realised that she hadn't had a chance to breathe in about five minutes. Oh well~! "What're you looking at?!" I demanded, giving her a slap on the cheek. She immediately glanced back down at my thick, black bush, but I buried my fingers in her golden-blonde locks, got a good handful, and twisted 'til she had to look up at me. "I asked you a question," I said slowly, dangerously, licking my lips. "A good little bitch answers her owner's questions, doesn't she?"

"Mmpf mmn," she tried to say around my schlong, so I gave her a soft little laugh. "Mmmnn!" She clarified, taking one comparatively small hand from the base of my cock and waving it about in order to illustrate her point. I just gave her another slap.

"I don't pay you to talk," I said casually, rocking my hips back and fore. "And by 'pay' I mean 'feed'. With cum. Because you're a little bitch-hole. Do I need to explain your situation to you? I don't think so. Basically, stop thinking, start-"

I couldn't finish my sentence because not only did the angry red head of my uncut cock begin to pulse and and spasm and spew out a healthy helping of my ultrathick baby batter, a loud, guttural groan also erupted from the back of my throat.

"-Drinking," I cooed a couple moments later. Getting a better grip on her hair, I dragged her down my shaft, forcin