Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
I wriggle my tongue around in the cold gravy, and I can’t help myself. I slide a gloved hand back between my legs and rub myself, hard and fast. It helps so much, it’s insane. I don’t care what I’m eating anymore, I gobble it gladly, mewling and lapping and swallowing, until once again I’m licking my bowl clean.
“More milk for kitty,” he says and beckons me over.
I hate how I have stop rubbing myself to crawl over to him. I crouch between his legs when he offers his dick to my grotty mouth, lapping him up and down with my dirty tongue. And then I gobble him with more want than I ate my cat food.
I want his milk.
“Good girl, Priscilla,” he says as my head bobs. He takes my hair as I lap at him. “Good kitty cats get the cream.”
And Creamgirl gets the cum. Always.
I know how to mewl around his dick as he fucks my mouth. I’m well prepared when he gets to his feet so he can drive his cock harder into his kitty’s throat. I look up at him as he does it, my chin covered with cat food and dried milk. I must be a mess, but I’m his treasured pet serving her owner, and I feel like a superstar as he grabs his balls and tells me to open wide.
The first spurt hits the back of my throat, and I manage to catch most of the rest. Cum tastes so much fucking better than his cruddy stew. I swallow it down, then lap up the remnants from Daddy’s dirty dick.
Then I smile for him with a different kind of meow.
His kitty cat needs to come now. His kitty’s pussy needs his care.
“On your back, pretty girl,” he says, and I roll over. I spread my legs and give him feral mewls as he finally gives me what I need, stuffing four fingers in my cunt at once. “Beautiful tail,” he says, and I clench my ass tighter. He tugs at it, so I have to fight him to keep it in, brushing my clit with his thumb as he laughs at me.
Then he hooks his fingers inside my kitty cat cunt and really works it.
My tits jig as I do, writhing on the floor. My meows are frantic as he fingers me, because I need it so fucking bad.
But it’s not about being Priscilla the pussy cat. My mind is still filled with Reuben.
I imagine how it would feel to be Reuben’s kitty. Would I lap up milk from a bowl, and play with a mouse toy like a chubby idiot, charging all over his floor? Would I chow down rancid stew, and pretend to enjoy it, and suck his dirty dick like a grateful pussy?
Yes, I would. But more importantly… I’d do it for free.
I’m losing my fucking head.
It’s a relief when User 209 changes position and tugs me up onto all fours. When he’s behind me, I imagine him as Reuben, bucking back at him like he’s the answer to my prayers.
“Let’s see what other treats I can give you,” he says, and I’m panting, because I could take anything.
Jesus Christ, I mewl when I feel something fluffy gliding up and down my wet slit.
Fuck, it’s the mouse toy – I recognise its stupid bobble nose. It’s kinda sick, but kinda hot – in a twist of humiliating perversion. I relish that, shuffling my legs wider.
“Kitty can have her reward,” he whispers.
The toy isn’t fluffy for long. It’s soaked in seconds as he plugs my cunt with it, tugging it out by its tail.
This is off script. He’s never done this before. But I take it. Fuck rules, and proposal guidelines, because I’m already breaking the most fundamental rule there is anyway. I’ve been entertaining a founder. Entertaining my boss.
Entertaining Reuben fucking Sinclair.
Taking a mouse toy in the cunt off script pales into insignificance compared to that shit.
I’m bucking against User 209’s hand as he fucks me with it, wanting deeper and fucking deeper. I’m panting harder, building to a crest, ready to squirt and gush around a fluffy bloody mouse when my client reaches across the living room floor for the litter tray.
“You must need to go to the toilet, kitty. Go on, cutie, use the tray for Daddy.”
My mewl isn’t a meow, it’s a moan.
He guides the tray between my legs, and my chubby thighs have to stretch crazy wide to stay in position. Priscilla’s owner loves watching her piss in the litter tray. It always drives him fucking wild. But I’ve never usually got a mouse toy in my pussy while I do it. He pushes it in deep and lifts my tail up, easing the butt plug out just a touch, enough to be torture.
“Use the tray,” he says. “Come on, kitty. Use the fucking tray.”