Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Cathouse ❯ Nervy Shinji ( Chapter 1 )

A Night in the Cathouse

 

by: volostheguardian

 

(6.27.2005)

 

LEMON LEMON LEMON!

 

It was a new experience for me. I still don't get how my friends managed to get me to come to this place in the slums. A cat house. Prostitution in Ogawa was legal, as long as it was in certain areas of the region. Namely, the ones where the rich didn't walk, or the poor didn't crowd too often. The slum was a pretty good place to sit a cat house, as long as the media didn't touch upon the “immorality” that is allowed to rampage unimpeded tirades. In which case, Dobermens (read: dog boys) had to step in to protect the Catgirls and the customers from the overzealous Human protestors.

 

My friends, who were frequents of the Leaping Paw Cathouse knew how to get in and out safely while getting their dollars worth, thought I needed a break from my studies at the university, and pretty much dragged my ass over to the place.

 

Here I am, sitting nervously in the Leaping Paw. My friends sat me down, and wandered off to nowhere, while I sat in a crisp leather sofa in the reception room. It was a clean, sterile white reception area. Two Dobermens in matching black suits and ties with shades on stood calmly in front the desk that was occupied by a cute, red-haired fox-girl with a petite rack of breasts, and nicely tanned legs.

 

She was tending to a black notebook on the desk, while playing footsy with one of the guards, but soon lifted her head up, and saw me.

 

“Shinji…Sato?” she asked with a nasal voice. I shivered in nervousness, and stood up. “H-hai,” was my stammered response. One of the guards (the one that was getting his butt rubbed by the fox-girl's foot) grinned, and walked over to me. As his seven foot body frame shadow closed over my 5'12 body, I thought he was going to throw me out for some reason. His hand lifted up…to go around my shoulder.

 

“Bruno, take him to room 137, the one his friends' bought for him.” Came the fox girl's voice again. I gave a loud gulp, which Bruno heard, and gave a bark-like laugh. “Relax, this ain't a suicide booth…which is outside if you're feeling down.” Bruno said.

 

I gave him a more worried look, as we entered an elevator. It was occupied by a fetching cat-girl with white hair, and looked upon Bruno for a command. “Roxy, take us to Floor 3.” Bruno said, handing out a slap on her bottom, to which she responded with a pleasurable yelp.

 

She pulled the old fashion lever that she was grasping to Floor 3, and up we went. I was feeling my old time butterflies with a side of asthma as we went up. What was I supposed to do? Fuck some girl I don't know? I didn't even have condoms, much less experience. My god, she's probably gonna laugh at me when I fumble around with her body.

 

*DING*

 

“Floor 3,” Roxy said in a loud, robust voice.

 

“Thanks Rox,” Bruno said, leading me out first, then pinching Roxy's butt cheek.

 

Bruno and Me walked down the corridor, and past each door I heard the general sounds of moaning, whipping, spraying of something (maybe whip cream?) lip smacking, rants of pleasure etc.

 

Finally, I was in front of Room 137. “Okay, this is Katey's room. So here's the rules. One. You do not hit the girl unless she says you can. Two. You do not hit the girl unless she says you can. Three. If you do hit her and she didn't say you can, we'll fuck you up. And Four. Be Inventive. The girls like a man with fantasy. So have a good time, and here some condoms.” Bruno gave me a pat on the back, and walked off, leaving me with a pack off condoms in my hands and…keys? He must've slipped them in my hands with the rubbers.

 

So…here we go…

 

I stick the keys into the lock, and turn the handle….

 

 

 

 

 

 

…and see a brunette knockout on the bed in smack dab in front of me. She has nice long legs (like all the girls in this place) and great feet. Her hair runs unimpeded down her back, but her plump breasts prevent the hair from completely running riot. Her stomach was taut, but not muscled. Nice shoulders, a supple neck, and a very pretty face rounded off the all-stars checklist.

I suddenly got the gravity downing feeling that I didn't deserve this Helen. Or Aisha? I couldn't see that her ears were cat-like, while a tail popped out of nowhere. Well, they called it a cat-house for a reason.

 

I must have been stanced and entranced by her so much, that I didn't notice her calling for me.

“Hey!” her voice sounds like what roses would sound like if they enunciate words. I shake myself to reality again, and look at her. God she looks so good in her maid outfit. “Hey, are you going to lay next to me, or do I have to use the blanket here?” she says with a slight grin. I open my mouth to say something…that is bullshit and I jump on the bed. She giggles, and wraps an arm around me.

 

“What's you name kid?” she demands in a playful gangster-sounding tone. I stutter laugh jittery, and respond “S-Shinji Sato. Of Ogawa University.” I slap myself mentally for making such a stupid unimpressive greeting. Shinji Sato of Ogawa University. HA! Bruno would've probably punch me out for saying that.

 

Apprehensively, I glance at her to see her response. “Oooh, a college boy. I haven't had one in a while. So what do you study Shinji…” she says purring, her tail coiling around my leg. “I-I'm to learn how to be a doctor. There's not a lot of people in the field, and it's good money.” I say to her. “Haha. Well, a girl would be lucky to get a doctor such as you.” She says with a purr, and she starts to stroke my head.

 

“S-So, when d-do we get to start?” I said wanting to get her away from my fumbling ass. “Well, what do we want to start with first. A little rrruubb,” her hands smooth my erection down, enacting a groan out of my throat. “Ooorrr, a some sssucking,” taking one of my fingers, and sucking very hard while staring into my eyes with a lusty look, making my dick throb.

 

“M-maybe some of both?” I ask with my eyes closed. I sense she leans close to my face, and gives me a kiss on the nose. “I love that idea.” She says, getting my belt undone, and unzipping my jeans. She rubs my cock through my boxers, before pulling those down letting my dick fly into her face. “By the way,” her eyes are wide with amazement. “Your cock. Is huge.” She says rotating her head to get a better look. I shake my head, and frown a bit. “Listen…Katey?” She glances up and nods her head.

 

“I'm not big. I think you're just saying that to make me feel good and that's ok-” I say nearly stammering. “Okay Listen Shinji. I'm not joking. This here.” She grabs my rod. “Is a big cock. I think I might have some trouble swallowing you. I might even have some trouble fitting you down here.” She makes a direct point to her groin. “So have some self-confidence, and relax,” she says, giving a small pout, and begins to stroke me with one hand.

 

I can't help but agree, and lay back as she strokes me off. God it feels good. Her hands move slow, then fast to give me that feeling that I'm about to burst…but slows down so that I don't. A few minutes of this gets me riled up, but in a nice way. Then, she puts her mouth into play. Oh God it felt so good.

 

Katey's tongue runs over my head first, getting a taste of the precum that was settling there from the handjob. She licks over her lips, and I catch a hungry stare in her eyes. She drags her tongue from my balls to the tip of my penis, causing a shiver to take effect. She takes a few breathers, and giggles as I look to see what's going on. Her head plunges on my dick, taking in several inches. I she puffs out, and puffs in through her nose, before she rises up and down. The pleasure is immense. The suction of her lips is made apparent, when she lifts off my cock with a loud smack.

 

Katey's grabbing some breath, and plunges down again, trying to take as much of my cock as she can before she gags. She manages to take my cock in, and I groan out loudly as I feel myself in her throat. She tries to suck some air in through her mouth, but it ends up I can't hold my orgasm in. I spurt all in her throat. “MMMPH. MMMPH!” comes the gagged response to this sudden outburst (hehe) and her head leaps up. And what follows is a rain of spit and cum all over her face.

 

I rush forward to see if she's alright, and I expect my battered corpse to be along side Jr.'s (a bum that I knew who stayed over sometimes when he's not drunk) in an alleyway somewhere. But all I find is her smiling and gasping for air. She dabs her fingers in some of my gunk and strings it into her mouth. “Mmm, delicious. Just what I was hoping for,” Katey says with a sexy smirk. She proceeds to string all my stuff into her mouth (it covered half her face, which meant my thing was up as soon as she finished) and wiped her face down a little, pounced on my chest.

 

“So Shinji,” she leans back, and unstrings her maid outfit. “You ever please a woman's…bosom?” she says silkily, undoing the top half of the outfit, and allows it to come down, exposing her amazing rack. “N-No.” comes my shaky response. `Wwweelll,” Katey says. “You're about to learn how to.” She grabs my head, and brings it over to her right tit, and gives me some instructions. “Now what some guys do is just twiddle the nipples. That's a good thought, but what they do sometimes is just twiddle them. Now what you should do, is to…offer variety. Lick them a bit, maybe nibble some be sure not too hard, mouth and hum one, or the good ole' suckle. For the breasts, light caresses go a long way. But some like a rough mauling, but that should be for girls you know.” I wait for more messages and sit up with her in my lap. “Well. You can start,” she says. I psyche myself up for this. Come on Shinji. It's just some breasts. The most beautiful breasts you've ever seen. Damn. I move in slowly…slowly…until I catch a nipple in my mouth. Spongy and warm. Nice.

 

I go down her list, suckling at various speeds before I found a fast pace that got the most moans out of her mouth. Jesus she sounds so graceful, and so sexy at the same time. Some nibbling got her off, and she held on my head tightly as my used my incisors to nip very very lightly. When I felt that my head was about to be crushed like a grape, I stopped with that and flicked my tongue across her nipples from left to right, and top to bottom. Like she said, I kneaded her titty flesh, but I had the feeling that she was privy to a rough mauling, and I grabbed them wildly. This got a raised breathing rate from her, and I was hitting home runs in my mind. “O-Oh, j-hust like t-t-that!” she moaned, moving a hand down her skirt, into parts unknown.

 

All I knew was that she probably was rubbing her clitoris, the “pleasure button” second only to the G-Spot. Oh maybe she was pumping to fingers into herself? Whatever, she was sweating now and moaning louder.

 

Bruno's encouragement of fantasies was ringing throughout my head, and I felt excited and adventurous. I had a need to explore her nether region, so while playing her breasts like the piano I played with at home, I slipped a hand down toward her skirt. I got past the tight skirt, and past her cotton panties (ones that I probably bought to smell from a fetish shop-I'm a strange guy and I wouldn't be surprised if I had smelled her before with the amount of feminine I bought and threw out on the same day.) to her nice, fat pussy lips. God they felt great, just like everything on her body. I rubbed her left vulva, and she moaned out in what I sensed mixed pleasure and surprise. (She seemed so focused, I was a shock to the system.)

 

She adapted, and leaned her head to my ears. “Be sure, if you're gonna do that,” she gasped out, taking time to whine in pleasure before continuing. “B-b-b-be light with the clit, in f-f-f-ingering or r-rubbing it.” She said, choking for air as I begin to finger her clit. She held on tightly to my arms, and was grinding herself against my hand as I intuitively inserted my middle and index fingers inside her while fingering her clit with my thumb.

 

“Oh, oh oh oh SHIT!” she screamed out as an orgasm took her over, clenching my fingers inside her. I went with the flow and did what I was doing, until she stopped shouting, and remained limp in my arms.

 

I took my sweet time in resting, and leaned against her body for a few minutes. Managing to regain my composure, I shook her lightly to see if she was conscious. “Katey? Katey?” I said tentatively, and I was answered with a grumble and a soft snore. Oh well, better sleep. I got a few hours with her.