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)
“Priscilla!”
I don’t stop. I grip his hand in my fluffy paws and playfully bite his arm with catlike games, and his tone lightens up as he laughs.
“You’ve got a lot of energy tonight. How about we sort that out?”
Crap, I’ve forgotten about some of the games User 290 has up his sleeve. I know his smirk as he reaches past the arm of the sofa and grabs a stupid battered mouse toy. He teases me with it before lobbing it across the room, and I could curse as I have to jump to attention. I shift my fat butt and leap down onto the floor like I’m on the hunt for a real mouse. I scrabble for it, batting it around the place with my fluffy glove until I pin it down and bite at it.
I chew on a fake mouse as User 290 grins at me.
“Bring it back,” he says and clicks his fingers.
I play up for a few seconds at his command, since I’m a cat, not a bloody dog – making him lower his tone before I grip the thing in my teeth and take it back to him.
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 sultry meow seals 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 of his gross looking cat food into 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 tasting cat 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.”