TittyTat

Chapter 1: Pete, Karol, and Kitty

Karol was the office sexpot. At least, I imagined she was. The raven-haired intern would saunter into the office every day wearing clothes that turned all kinds of heads. Each morning at 8:15, I’d find some reason to poke my head out of my cubicle to see her tight, plump ass wrapped in a black pencil skirt and nylon leggings strutting down the hall. She’d perch at her desk in reception and mostly scroll through her phone absently doing as little work as possible with very few people finding the balls to reprimand her.

I didn’t give a shit if she was earning her pay or not, I just wanted to take her home and screw her brains out.

The trouble is, as far as flirting goes, I’m about as smooth as sandpaper.

Every morning, I would talk myself up, tell myself I could be funny, charming, and that Karol would be helpless to resist my requests for a lunch date. After all, I was a sculpted beast of a man, why shouldn’t I get her attention? Okay, maybe closer to a fit 140 lbs with 0% muscle, but I was okay looking. I was just never the best at talking to girls.

Every 11:30 a.m. I’d strut down to reception, see Karol gazing at her phone, and, with every ounce of courage, walk right out the door without saying a word. By the time I came back, she’d be gone on her own lunch break, and I wouldn’t see her again until the next morning.

But, as my grandpa told me many a year ago, the only thing better than confidence is desperation. After nearly two months of this dance of frustration, I finally forced myself to say something romantic to her.

“Nice tits!”

Crap.

“What?!” Karol spun around in her chair. At least I got her attention.

“Nice tats! That’s a nice tattoo you have! Really nice looking tat…uh…tattoo.”

Like I said, smooth as sandpaper.

Karol shot me an amused look, eyed me up and down, and then, lord help me, burst out laughing.

“You mean this tattoo I have on my tits?” She said with a grin.

“Well, really more on your chest, like, the collar-bone, cleavage area.”

OhGodShutUpShutUpSHUTUP!

I was almost certain I was about to get slapped. Instead, Karol just narrowed her eyes at me as a smile crept up her face.

“What’s your name, again?” she asked.

“Pete. Short for Peter.”

“Karol,” she said extending her hand. I shook it, trying not to get distracted by her green eyes or how soft her skin felt. She must use moisturizer.

“You know, Pete. I’m a little groggy this morning. I don’t suppose you’d like to visit the break room and get a cup of coffee with me?”

“Oh, I don’t really drink coffee. Gives me acid reflux.”

Never mind. Sandpaper would feel like silk compared to my flirting skills.

Karol only gave me a quirky frown and then sat back in her chair, looking up at me like a psychiatrist wondering which piece of my brain was damaged. Then, her posture changed as a sly smile crossed her face. She sat up with a long, intentional inhale, letting her chest expand along with the plunging cleavage barely contained by her low-cut, baby blue blouse.

“Hmm…I see. So, Pete. You really like my…tats, huh?”

I looked down and the ravishing display. Her tits were stunning, plump, creamy, and at least a perky c-cup. I had to mentally remind myself that I was supposed to be admiring her tattoo.

“Yeah, it looks really interesting. Very artistic. Is that, uh, a fairy?”

“Mm-hmm,” said Karol, hefting up her right breast. The tattoo hovered just at the top, barely visible if she dressed conservatively, which she most certainly wasn’t. The fairy was only a black outline of a svelte pixie with expansive butterfly wings.

“It’s very pretty, isn’t it? But it’s only the outline right now. I’m going to get it colored in when I get a bit of extra cash. Can’t you just picture it fluttering around and around…”

She started moving her tit in slow circles. Something strange was happening to her voice, but I was too distracted by the fluttering fairy to really pay attention. I just kept watching it go around and around…and around…

Karol was talking about something. Sometimes I mumbled ‘yes’ to convince her I was still listening but mostly I was just ogling her amazing rack and the pretty fairy smirking back at me. Just watching her flutter around and…around…

SNAP!

Karol’s fingers clicked in front of my face and I picked my head up with a jolt.

“Sorry, it looked like you were kinda zoning out there,” she smiled at me.

“What?! No! I…uh…I was just really interested in what you had to say, that’s all.” I hope she couldn't see my face turning red. There was no way she didn’t just catch me drooling over her tits like a goon.

“Mm-hmm. I bet,” she said, throwing me a wink. She jumped out of her chair and slung her purse over her shoulder.

“Hey, I’m late for my lunch break. But it was fun talking to you. Drop by tomorrow maybe,” she said before disappearing out the door.

It was a minute or two before I realized I wasn’t doing anything except staring into space with the biggest grin on my face.

Drop by tomorrow, maybe? Sure. And this time maybe I can get through a ten-minute conversation without spacing out over her boobs. I glanced at my phone, checking for the time.

12:48 ?! How had we been talking for nearly an hour?

I grabbed a candy bar from the vending machine for lunch and headed back to my desk.

That night, I plopped down on my bed and opened my laptop to fap away to my usual slew of internet porn, but for some reason, I couldn’t get myself off. As soon as I started to get hard and close to the edge, a wave of exhaustion would wash over me and I’d start nodding off drowsily with my dick still in my hand. After an hour and a half of frustrated, sleepy edging, I closed the laptop and fell back onto my mattress.

I had just about drifted off when a flash of green and purple sparkled over my face. I pried open one of my eyes wondering what was happening but quickly gave up and pushed my face deeper into my pillow.

That’s when I heard her voice.

“Hey. HEEEEYY!!! Wake up already, you jerkwad!”

It was a shrill, feminine voice that sounded like it might have been played through a record on fast forward. Still, there was something familiar to that voice. I opened my eyes and sat up, groggily looking around my room.

“Dude! Down here!”

I frown, confused, and look down at the floor on the side of my bed.

“No! On your bed! Right over your junk, genius!”

I blink and look down at my sheets. There, perched just over my waist, was a five-inch-tall woman with wings and no clothes. She stared back at me and crossed her arms over her exposed chest in mock impatience.

“’Bout time!” she chided. “Typical man behavior. Can’t even find his own junk when the time is right.”

“Wha?...Who are you?” I must have been dreaming. Why else would I be here sitting calmly talking to what very well might be some crazy aberration of nature?

“I’m a fairy, silly!” The small woman said opening her arms. Her diminutive size did little to take away from her smoldering hot figure. Wide hips over long, tapered legs, smooth waist, and rather ample breasts for her size. The fairy’s face looked incredibly familiar with long raven hair coming down over bright green eyes.

“You know what a fairy is, don’t you?” she asked, cocking her hip out to the side.

“Well…yeah…no? I mean, I just didn’t think you existed is all.”

“Oh no! You mean you…don’t believe in fairies?!”

The small, winged woman made a dramatic face of shock and betrayal and then collapsed gagging on the ground, her tongue lolling out of her mouth.

“Oh…oh shit! No…uh…I do believe in fairies! I do!”

The fairy rolled over, laughing at the top of her lungs.

“I’m not dead, you idiot! What do you think this is, Peter Pan? Get a grip!”

I heaved out a giant sigh. This pocket-sized pest was proving to be a handful.

“Ok, well…what do you want with me? Why are you showing up in the middle of the night?"

"Best time to get what I need,” she said with a shrug. She stood on muscular legs that splayed out a little past shoulder width while she planted her hands on her hips and looked up at me expectantly.

“And that would be?” I asked.

“Weellll…you know how some stories say that faeries come in the night to drink cream and milk left out on doorsteps and window sills?”

“Uh…no.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, read a book already!” The fairy scoffed. “Whatever. It’s bullshit anyway. I’m here for a different kind of cream.”

She raised her eyebrows lasciviously at me. I stared back blank as a slate.

The fairy threw me another look of exasperation and then fluttered her bright iridescent wings. She lifted off the bed and floated over to the edge of my blanket and pulled off the sheets revealing my nude body. She twirled and landed gracefully next to my flaccid cock. She held my gaze with her twinkling eyes as she straddled my girth and lay her body longways, her head and lips brushing up against my glans.

“Can ya spare a couple of drops for a thirsty girl?” She gave me a small lick.

“Oh! Hah…yeah, I mean I guess I’d be happy to help,”

I’ve had stranger fantasies, I suppose.

“…but I just don’t seem to have a lot of mojo tonight. Trust me, I just tried. Maybe in another night or two?”

I wasn’t sure she was listening to me. She just kept grinding her small, curvy hips into the base of my cock, as if begging it to spring to life. Finally, she perked up her head and glared at me. I was suddenly reminded of being stared down by an angry wasp.

“Sorry, honey, but I have about as much patience as I have stature,” said the five-inch woman. She stood up, shifted her weight to accentuate her ravishing curves, and thrust out her bouncy mini-breasts. Behind her back, her shimmering butterfly wings began to glow and shift colors from acid green to royal purple and back.

Her wings barely flinched, and yet she drifted up into the air hovering a few inches in front of my face, twisting and turning in mid-air giving me a wrap-around view of her luscious body.

“I have a little trick to get your man back in gear,” she whispered. “Just keep your eyes on me. Just focus. After all, I’m pretty easy to look at, right Pete?”

“Yeah…You’re real easy to look at…” I watched her swim through the air like an exotic acrobat, her core undulating in lazy spirals. How did she know my name?

Pretty colors flashing in my eyes.

“I’m just so pretty. Guys just can’t help getting horny and stupid looking at me. They get hard thinking of my entire body rubbing along their shafts, especially with these!”

She bent over nearly double in mid air and dangled her breasts over my head. My eyes swiveled along like they were attached with magnets.

“Aren’t my boobs just amazing? They’re magic too, you know? I can make ‘em bigger if I want to.”

“You…can?” I mumbled. My head felt light and floaty, like I was just a little bit tipsy.

“Ya-huh! I just need a few drops of that hot cum you have percolating in those balls.”

She swayed closer, her breasts knocking back and forth, sparkling in the iridescent sheen of her psychedelic wings. Her tits were hardly larger than my fingertip, but she fluttered up close to my face and then back again, making her look nearly life-sized. My eyes crossed trying focus on her perky fairy titties.

“There we go, rising to the occasion already, see?” She gloated.

I glanced down, mildly surprised to see my cock standing at rigid attention. The fairy immediately zoomed over to my sensitive member and wrapped her smooth legs and arms around it, rubbing and grinding on me. Her touch felt electric and I could feel my cock inflating more and more, building up pressure like an obscene party balloon.

“Wh…what was…your name?”

I could hardly think, my brain was simmering in a boiling cauldron of pleasure. The fairy ran her tongue slowly along the tip of my cock and then glanced at me. She shimmied up my shaft and let her cleavage smoosh up against the head of my cock, watching me with cruel amusement as I writhed in ecstasy.

“Oh, honey. You can’t expect a fairy to just up and give you her name. But, since we’re getting to know each other so very well—” she bucked her naked hips against my cock for emphasis, “—Why don’t you just call me Kitty, the Titty Fairy?”

“K-K-Kitty the…Titty Fairy?”

Ooooh, that sounded hot. Everything Kitty said sounded good. It just felt so good to listen to the Titty Fairy as she danced with my cock.

“That’s right. Y’know Pete, I think this might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.” She planted a wet, sloppy kiss on top of my penis.

“Time to cum, Pete!” She said, as she gave me a wink.

I popped. Jets of cum erupted from my cock and my balls clenched as they churned out more and more cum. The wave of ecstasy washed over me and flooded my brain with erotic bliss. Time stopped for a while as I teetered between the waking world and passing out cold.

I realized I had my eyes closed and pried them open to see Kitty hunched over my defeated cock, slurping down my semen with both hands, sipping at it like it was the sweetest ambrosia. She turned her head towards me, wiping her mouth like a naughty girl caught eating ice cream.

“Mmmm…so yummy. Go to sleep now!”

She flicked her iridescent wings sending a flash of green and purple my way. My eyes slammed shut and I was out until sunrise.