I Unintentionally Became Her Kitten

Chapter 120: (18+) Mirror

Alisha was sprawled on the bed phone in hand again when I got to the top of the stairs.

I was blushing again, feeling the heat of actually wanting this. I sat on the foot of the bed though and hesitated.

“The doctor said you shouldn’t strain yourself,” I told her.

“I’m not going to,” she answered simply. She put her phone down and sat up, patting the bed next to her.

I crawled on as she got up and dipped into her walk-in closet again. This time though, something bulky was getting moved  around and I blinked as one of her mirrors was slowly pushed out and then placed in front of the bed.

It reflected myself back at me, as I sat cross legged there.

“Strip,” she ordered.

I glanced at my reflection, feeling unsure. This felt… voyeuristic almost, even if it was just us looking at us. 

She was already shrugging out of her pajama shirt though, revealing all of that skin.

I salivated a little and wriggled out of my pants and underwear, then my shirt. I stared a little more than necessary as Alisha pushed her pants off and her ass swayed a little as she got free of them.

I’d said I wasn’t horny earlier, but that had been then. All I wanted now was to feel her fingers on me or, even better, in me.

My stomach did its usual tightening and I started to squirm. She sat on the bed next, and spread her legs in front of the mirror, patting the space between them invitingly.

She wanted to see my backside? I questioned, but obeyed just to find her hands guiding me the other way. Her front was warm against my back and I stared at so much skin reflected back at us.

“I want you to see how beautiful you are,” she said quietly, soothingly. “Is that okay?”

I swallowed but agreed. This was strange. Different, and even a little scary. I hadn’t really looked at myself down there in a long time, and I’d never dared to watch myself get hot and bothered let alone orgasm.

She pulled me flush against her stomach. I felt her breasts press against my back and then she was lifting my legs spreading them. My vulva opened up in the mirror and there was even more of an awkward blush that spread through my cheeks.

She smirked a little, kissed at my neck and let out a quiet moan of approval as she looked us over in the mirror.

“You’re beautiful,” she said. “You look like you belong with me.” Her hands pulled a little more, lifting my legs over hers and then her knees bent and I was suddenly braced open like that even as her hands trailed between my legs and pulled at the softer, pillowy bits of me down there so my vulva opened even more. The chill of the room licked at the dampness and I shivered.

“Touch yourself,” she guided.

My hands trembled at first. She took one of hers off my mound to guide it between my legs. My own fingers elicited a gasp and a shudder. She pressed my fingers into my folds. 

“You remember, right?” she asked. Her lips then trailed down my neck and sucked some of the softer flesh in.

My heart was hammering away too hard and too fast. This felt dirty, just like it had the last time but she had told me to and I wanted to do what she wanted.

She guided my fingers a little deeper.

“Circles,” she said.

I started the motion, quickly finding my clit firming, tightening, and the pleasure started to build fast. 

“Good girl,” she murmured into my neck.

 My reflection was a mess. Skin flushed, even damp already, lips parted to get enough air in, and my legs kept trembling and twitching over hers. Before long I was trying not to rock my hips into my own hand. It was almost shameful to watch but I couldn’t stop now nor did I want to. All I wanted was the pleasure and to see Alisha’s fingers bury into me.

Alisha pushed her knees up under my legs a little firmer and my hamstrings stretched as my thighs parted a little further. She ran more kisses down my neck, whispered more terribly dirty things in my ear and picked her hands up to grope my breasts, playing with my nipples until I was completely soggy and moaning between her legs.

Through it all she watched our reflection, hungrily observing my body on top of hers.

“You’re going to cum,” she said finally.

The sliver of me that still had some thoughts wanted to point out that was obvious.

So absurdly obvious. My vulva was so wet. The fluid was so slick it was easy to slip past my clit faster than intended and my body was never disappointed with that. Instead it burned, demanding more.

The bottom in me wouldn’t stop doing the slow circles though and the orgasm was approaching at a snails pace.

My breath started to pick up, heavier, faster. My clit was on fire and every instinct was to fuck literally anything that could go between my legs, but my fingers continued in slow circles.

Alisha’s hands trailed down from my breasts and I whimpered loudly, completely unintentionally. 

Then she was pressing them between my legs.

“Please,” I gasped and my hips tried to jerk but that resulted in a burning from my thighs.

She bit my shoulder as I panted. Her hands were resting infuriatingly close to my vulva. But there was nothing I could do.

“You’re dripping,” she examined.

I was. There was a slick in my vagina in the mirror, sparkling a little in the last of the sunlight.

Her fingers inched closer to my entrance resulting in more gasping and pleading from me.

“I’ve been good haven’t I?” I finally asked breathlessly. “Let me cum, please.”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t,” she teased.

“I need your fingers,” I breathed. “Please.”

More slow movement, so torturously slow but she slid two fingers into me.

I groaned loudly, tried to grind them again just to feel the burn in my thighs. 

“fuck,” I whispered.

She clicked her tongue at me. “Good girls don’t curse,” and her fingers started to slide back out.

“No, no, no,” I sputtered. “I’ll be good. Please.”

She watched me in the mirror, my fingers still only circling my clit slowly, torturously.

“You did say please,” she decided and her fingers were sliding back in. I sighed in relief at the pressure against me. The wave mounted much easier this way. Her hand angled a little better and she started penetrating me.

My body shuddered, wracked by the pleasure. I had to remember to breathe after a moment.

Then she went faster and the pleasure turned white and hot. I cried out, and suddenly my fingers weren’t doing their slow circles, I was attacking my own clit, feeling how swollen it was. My reflection in the mirror spasmed, again, face contorting perversely then I had to squeeze my eyes shut as the orgasm finally took over.

I screamed, and brought a hand up to bite down on it to cut the sound off at least a bit. The pleasure burned then smoldered and I could breath again, though I was so sweaty and hot.

Alisha slowly lowered her knees so my legs were free and then pulled her fingers out with a slick wet sound. 

I practically went limp as she tugged me closer and just held me, despite the damp heat.

“You’re a good girl,” she told me.

I mumbled quietly, still dazed. 

She kissed my cheek and started to get up.

I flopped onto the mattress, spent, exhausted. Alisha pulled the sheet over me and pushed the mirror out of the way before coming back with a vibrator and getting settled in with it.

I watched, drooling a little as she put it inside her, pulled it out, pushed it in, pulled it out. In, out, in, out, until her breathing quickened, and she closed her eyes, and her hips jerked against it.

And then she was done.

That simply.

I crawled over to her, ignoring the sheets pulling off my bare back and letting in the chill of the room.

She looked over and worked her way under the sheets with a gentle smile and pulled me against her chest.

I closed my eyes. I was such a little thing next to her sometimes. But she braced an arm around me protectively and I felt nothing but content as my brain slowed and then sleep took over.

TLDR: Alisha has Kitten watch herself masturbate in her arms.