Page 52 of Santa's Baby

“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. Mymeowsare 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 chubbyidiot, 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 beenentertaininga founder.Entertainingmy boss.

EntertainingReuben 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.”

The gravel of his voice sets me off. Again, I imagine it’s Reuben. Always fucking Reuben.

I push down on both the toy and the plug, trying to focus on pissing. It’s just a dribble at first, but it speeds up into jet like bursts – settling into one long stream that soaks into the kitty litter. It sounds fucking filthy. It feels fucking divine.

“Dirty pussy,” User 209 says, and yanks the mouse out of me while I’m still dribbling piss from my slit. I’m ready for a decent fucking slamming when he replaces it with his cock, still hoisting my tail in the air so he can see my straining asshole.

Fuck, yes, I’m going to come this time. Imeowandmeowand fuckingmeow,rutting back against my owner when he takes hold of my collar and jams in hard. His dick is as long and savage as his fingers, I just wish he’d fuck my plugged up ass with it as well as my cunt.

I’m a mess when I come – literally. Face covered in filth, and a piss filled tray between my legs that I manage to scuff with a thigh while he’s ramming me. Litter goes tumbling onto the carpet, but he doesn’t let up – just keeps on coming as I do.

We come in sync, the dirty kitty cat with her collar bell jingling and her filthy owner grunting and cursing, and it’s fucking perfect. Worth chowing down a bowl of gross dinner for.

Luckily, it’s not morecat foodthat comes as a reward this time. It’s a fresh bowl of milk. Real milk that will taste like heaven on my foul tongue.

I’m a happy kitty as I lap it up from the bowl, with milk dribbling down my chin and piss dribbling down my thighs.

Priscillaadores User 209.