Page 51 of Santa's Baby

He loves it as I scurry back and forth, mewling and clawing at the bastard toy every time he throws it. My heart is pounding and my butt is sore from my swinging tail by the time he tells me enough is enough and puts it away.

I’m grateful to be back up on the sofa when he pats the seat again. Tulips and honeysuckle are a welcome contrast to playing mouse games, so I max out the time with my head on his lap, relishing the stroke of his hand on my belly.

But still, my pussy is aching.

I want my owner to touch Priscilla like his good little kitty cat. To play with her with his hands and his cock, not just a cat toy.Meow, I tell him, and then I climb up, resting my fluffy paws on his thighs as I meet him face to face. So many words to choose from but another sultrymeowseals the deal. He knows kitty cat is a dirty feline who wants more attention.

He relishes in my denial, sadistic bastard, giving me nothing more than a token stroke across the back and a gentle pull on my tail. Jesus, how it strains.

“No more fussing until after your dinner,” he says, and is if on cue, the credits for the end of the gardening programme show up onscreen. Three in a fucking row, we’ve played through.

He swats me off his lap. “Move, Priscilla. Let’s fill your tummy up.”

My tummy almost makes me retch at this bit. It’s not my favourite in the slightest. I was hoping I’d get at least a taste of dick before things took this avenue.

I cross my fingers that he’s gone for something vaguely palatable, but when he holds up the can, it’s the one I hate most. His cold stew, in his fake cat food tin, with the carrot bits I despise. He makes this one on purpose, because he knows I don’t like it. He’s testing me. I see the glint in his eyes as well as the swelling bulge in his pants. His dick is rock hard under there.

I haven’t come once yet, and no cock has come my way, and I have no reason to resent it. He’s paying through the fucking nose for me to be his kitty cat, so I’ll be one. I don’t know where the frustration comes from as my owner empties my portion ofhis gross lookingcat foodinto the feeding bowl. If Priscilla was a real cat, no wonder she’d be fucking off downstairs.

My heart is in my throat as I line myself up ready to chow down my grim dinner. I have to try my best not to retch and hurl it up whenever he dishes up this load of shit, but he knows that.

Yes, he’s definitely testing me tonight.

He switches the TV off and sits on the edge of the seat, watching me.

“Eat up, kitty cat, then Daddy will give you another stroke.”

I need something inside me. Fingers, dick, toys – I don’t care. No matter how many times I’ve been touching myself lately, the tingles never fucking leave.

Reuben.

It all comes down to Reuben.

User 290 will have to relieve me, or I’m going to go insane. My cunt’s need for play far outweighs the humiliation of foul tastingcat food. I keep my stare on him and not on the bowl underneath me. I blank my mind to everything but the way he’s watching me, chewing and swallowing, trying not to retch.

When he gets his cock out and starts working his shaft, it’s a whole lot easier. I adore how he encourages me.

“That’s it, eat up now, good kitty. Lick it, like a sweet kitty. Lick it.”

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 grottymouth, lapping him up and down with my dirty tongue. And then I gobble him with more want than I ate my cat food.

I wanthismilk.

“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 withcat foodand 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 ofmeow.

His kitty cat needs to come now. His kitty’s pussy needs his care.