[F4M] Cats’ Suit [GWAlloween] [GFE] [ramblecat] [cosplay] [fingering] [black leather] [comic book come-ons]

~1000 words

It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, you know.

...okay, fine, then it’s bad luck to see the costume before the Halloween party. Geez, I thought the marriage joke would scare you away. Commitment, more terrifying than ghouls or ghosts to you gents, right?

<pleading> Oh, come on, close the door – I thought you’d be at work all day, I wanted to try the costume on. Nooo, no I don’t want you looking, it’s meant to be - <sigh> Look, the whole point of Slutty Halloween Costumes is to make a guy’s eyes bug out *on Halloween*. If you get to see me like this beforehand, you won’t bug, at all.

[...]

... You *promise* to bug your eyes on the 31st?

<melodramatic, girlish> Promise you’ll tell me I’m the sluttiest girl at the party?

And you *promise* you’ll be hard whenever I grind up against you on the big night?

[groan]

Fiiiiine. You asshole. C’mon in, fine, you can see it.

Voila. I present to you, the infamous leather catsuit. Well, it think it’s actually vinyl or spandex or something, I haven’t read the label – no, no you cannot ‘read my label’. It took me too long to get into this thing, I am *not* letting you strip me out of it again.

[...]

Mmm... uhm... okay, keep holding me from behind like that. Working my shoulders. Maybe you can convince me otherwise.

Mm, that feels – the costume? It, uh... it’s kind of a work-in-progress. I’ve got the black leather look , goes pretty well with my eyes... yes, thank you, and my ass... thighs, hips, tits, shoulders – you’re just listing off my body parts now.

No, shut up, kissing my neck is cheating, mister. Mm... okay, so black leather is versatile, right? I figure I can be Catwoman, or Black Cat, or even Black Widow. Cross the Marvel-DC rubicon.

Rather like... like you’re crossing my waist now, mister. That’s some... mm... inappropriate touching. You know very well this thing is too tight, my breasts are already on the edge of... uhn... falling out...

There, I hope you’re happy. Cleavage city. Oh, *fuck* yes, you know just how to kiss my neck- um, I mean, please stop doing that, you’re distracting me.

Please.... [girl noises]... no, don’t stop. Don’t... mm, okay, more, my nipples, you can squeeze my nipples. Please, please, you know you want to –

[he does]

Oh – okay, um, the costume. I figure if I’m Catwoman... I need to get ears, and a whip. Not too h-hard, right? Not – aha, yes, very funny. Because you’re hard, so hard pressing into my ass... Oh, yes, very inappropriate... your hard cock should feel very embarrassed right now. Deserving of a good whipping, and my claws ain’t nothing to sneeze at either, mister.

Whereas... unh... okay, so my other preference is Black Cat. Not as popular, no Michelle Pfeiffer or Anne Hathaway or terrible voice acting in the Arkham games to – no, I’m not trying to distract you. Certainly not trying to distract you from my ass wrapped in skintight vinyl. Or my breasts that you are somehow – gngh - *still* teasing my nipples with the edges of your fingers... why, why, *why* are you never biting me when I want you to?

[gasp]

Okay, now you’re just openly groping my pussy. And, uh, speaking of pussies – Black Cat, right. I’ve always liked Spider-Man, and she was the one who gave Catwoman her whole catburglar-femme-fatale schtick... Sticky? No, I’m not getting sticky. I promise, I’m not... noo, you aren’t allowed to unzip me, you do not have that authority in my dressing room mister!

Nngh... no... no, I don’t mind you rubbing around my clit. I certainly haven’t been wet the whole time this catsuit’s been riding up my slit. Mmm... come on, why isn’t your finger going... <girl noise> *inside me*... ah, thank you, thank you, thank you sir...

[clearing throat]

Ahem, I meant to say, to be Black Cat I’ll need to put some sort of fur lining along the sleeves, the collar... that would get in the way of you kissing my neck like this, wouldn’t it? Hair in your mouth, furballs... Mm, fuck, curl your fingers, *please* fucking curl that finger inside me... Oh, fuck, and the hair. Right, need to dye my hair, or get a wig before the party. Gotta be pale blonde, otherwise you’ll disavow me as a comics fan.

[girly sounds]

Mmh? Ah, blondes – blondes have more fun? I guess... guess there’s only one way to find out.

[at this point he’s fingering you to orgasm, so improv towards that as you like. If you’re not in that sort of zone, don’t feel pressured to fake one; I’m sure your voice is sexy enough au natural]

Blondes have more *fuck*? That doesn’t even rhyme – oh, oh fuck you’re so good at this... your hard cock against my ass, just teasing me. You’ll love seeing me at the party on Halloween, in this catsuit. This leather-clad ass shining as I dance, my tits almost spilling out every time I bend over. I’m in a mask, you’d be in a costume – it’d be like two strangers hooking up when you fuck me in the bathroom. This leather stripped down around my thighs while you press me up against the wall and pound me... mmhm... or maybe we don’t have to wait that long...

Maybe just your fingers are enough, right here... while your teeth nip my ear, you imagine me with blonde hair... or a whip wrapped around you, pulling you into me... squeezing and squirming, making me come, making me come leaning against you... fuck, please, please make me come, please make me come... [etc to orgasm noises]

That... that was *super*, honey.

...Okay, yes, that was absolutely terrible punning. But on the other hand, fuck me.

Oh, shut up, it’s in character. Either one. It’s a long wait until Halloween, and I am *not* going to be patient. I know I’m meant to be pining after Spiderman right now, or Batman, or... actually I’m having trouble remembering comic-book esoterica right now, with your fingers still pushing against my... nngh. Point is, I need you to fuck me. Hard, and right now... and sir? <audible smirk> I *promise* I’ll claw and bite.

[alternately make a ‘kitten gets her cream’ jokes]