Cat in heat-1

Damn! I thought. I shouldn’t have adjusted myself. Now she won’t leave me alone. I distractedly ran my hand over her ass and up her back to settle into her hair, twirling one streak around in my fingers as I continued to work. Hopefully a sign to her that I was NOT going to accommodate her “heat” at this time. She nudged my hand and mewed, her head resting against the arm of the chair, the length of her body still gyrating and rubbing up against the chair. I sighed, realizing my mistake.
“Cat… NO!” I offered her a glance, letting go of her head to reach down and swat her ass. “Go into the house! Or go lay down. But leave me be!”

Cat jumped from the sting of the slap, meowing loudly in a pout, and flopped down at my feet, temporarily chastised.
‘Oh, how could she be so cruel? Doesn’t she know how much I’m suffering?’
Cat tried to lie still, but every nerve ending was on fire for me, her slit throbbing and twitching between her legs. She tried to concentrate on the soft clicking sound of my laptop and enjoy the beautiful weather. But alas, it was no good. The restlessness of her hunger got the best of her. She was sure I wouldn’t mind if she just rubbed her head against my calf. That shouldn’t bother my too much and then she would at least get to touch me. Maybe ease the ache just a tiny bit. She started purring again as she leaned down to rest her chin on my foot. My foot shifted a bit, but I didn’t throw her off. A good sign, Cat thought.