Part 3




Justin awoke to a soft muffled tinkling sound. Turning his head slightly, a huge grin plastered his face at the sight before him. A rough, tumbled and rumpled JC lay fast asleep. One soft kitty ear lay askew at an odd angle. His whiskers were curled almost upon themselves from where he had slept on them. His tail....well what he could see of it, looked worse for the wear as well....tufts of fur standing in all directions.

His smile gentled as his eyes caught the reason for the melodic ringing that had awoken him earlier. Upon his creamy white neck, JC wore a collar. But not just any old collar, oh my no. This one was pink, a soft subtle hue and made of the finest leather to be had. A sterling silver bell graced the center and adorned along the flat surface, in the sparkliest diamonds money could buy, was the enscription " PRETTY KITTY"

Jc's pleasure and glee at his present was cause for a night of prancing and play and led to the fairly dishevelled state Jc was in now.

Justin had to stifle a laugh as he remembered getting the present for JC a couple of days ago. He not only managed to distract his momma and several of his larger bodyguards, but was also able too, and with a straight face no less, state exactly what his needs were, to the rather snooty salespeople at GUCCI. And demand it be finshed post haste and delivered to his hotel. Which of course it was. Even with the absurd meddling of The Sun reporters and their silly stories about what he was buying and for whom, everything had gone to plan. And as he ran his fingers along the fresh claw marks gracing his stomach, he thought that sometimes it does pay to be famous.

Lost in pleasant reminicing, he eyes glanced over at the clock sitting bedside. 9:23. "Oh shit! 9:23" he yelped, shock causing him to sit straight up, dislodging the covers.

The combined high pitched squeal as well as losing his burrowed warmth pulled Jc from a deep slumber. Letting one eye peep open grogglily, he found the form of his bed mate and let forth a small inquisitive meow.

"Shit, Fuck, Shit. I have a phone interview with someone over at MTVUk in 7, no make that six mintues!" He scrambled out of bed, looking for his cell phone, in quite the dither. " I haven't even prepped the interview questions yet, why the fuck didn't anyone wake me up?" Jc leaned his touseled head on one paw and just raised an eyebrow.

Justin had obviously....and conveniently.. forgotten his command,given in his Best Diva Mode, that no one, and I mean NO ONE was to disturb them no matter what, and No Johnny, not even if the hotel was on fire.

Sucessfully finding his phone Justin raced to ring up his assistant Renee, to get the lowdown on the interview.

Unconcerned with the mornings melodrama, Jc glared at the sunlight streaming through the large bay windows, as if it were a childhood bully taunting him with insults about his mother. He resentfully pulled himself upright and snuffled a bit before letting a plainitive mewl erupt.

Justin paused and covered the phone, by now he was well used to JC's demands upon waking and said " I'm sorry Kitty. Your breakfast will have to wait. I have to do this first." and turned back to his conversation as if that settled the matter.

Jc however was having none of it. With slitted eyes, and bared fangs, he let a fierce growl hit the morning air.

Justin merely ignored him, sitting down in a chair, and waiting to be patched through to the MTV studios.

Deciding to try another tactic, Jc slinked on all fours off the bed, and over to Justin's chair, rubbing himself against Justin's legs and purring in what he hoped was a fetching manner.

Justin, who was now live with a Vj, distractedly petted the top of Jc's head and continued on with his conversation.

Jc, leaned back on his haunches and listened to yet another version of " It's all about the music" His feline face grew petulant as he listened to the same old round of, no I'm not dating Britney. Or Christina. Or Janet. Or Kylie. Or Danni. Or David Beckham.

Jc gave one last effort and nuzzled against Justin's hand, only to see a firm shake of the head from Justin, and a mouthed " Later, Kitty"

He leaned back against the bed and felt his whiskers droop. Later was no good! He was a growing Kitty, and he needed his morning milk now!

Suddenly, a feral gleam entered his eyes. He twisted his body so that it was directly facing Justin and opened his legs. Pulling his tail out, he gently smoothed the silky length, before wrapping the coil around the base of his cock. Giving Justin a cheshire grin, he pulled on his tail, encasing his cock in a nice tight grip.

Justin stared, mouth falling open, at Jc's actions. " No, Bad kitty!" he said. " No no, not you, I um, brought my kitty with me on tour and he is being very very bad", he explained to the confused VJ, all the while giving JC a very stern look.

But Jc, as all Kitties are wont to do, ignored his human and did what he wanted to anyways. Keeping one hand firmly entangled in his tail, while pulling it up and down, around his leaking cock, he pulled his knees up to his chest, giving Justin a tantalising view of his rosy, puckered hole.

Using his free hand, he raised two fingers to his mouth and licked them thoroughly. Bucking his hips forward for a nice angle, and not losing the momentum of the rope pulley system he had going on his rock hard member, he pressed the two saliva dampened fingers against his opening and pushed in.

Justin was trying desperately to keep the flow of the conversation going while mesmerized by the erotic tableau set before him. " Uh huh, my influences are....Uh I mean, I was born in Memphis, wait no, what did you ask again?"

Jc zoned out his words and concentrated on the deep hunger within him. Twisting his two fingers together, he plunged them deeper into his waiting ass, letting the velvet grip of his tail, tighten ever so deliciously around his cum slicked cock.

Purrs, deep and rough emanated as his fingers found that sweet spot inside, he let the tips of his fingers dance upon it, feeling like his skin was on fire. He hand jerked wildly now, trying to stuff as much of himself inside, greedy to be filled.

His tail whipped with lightening fast speed up and down his cock, the head purple and straining, begging for release.

Justin gave up all pretense of talking to the interviewer. His breathing was hard and ragged as he watched Jc climb the roller coaster ride to his climax.

Jc's face was scrunched up with concentration, moist mouth open, pink tongue sliding across the full pillow of his bottom lip, his pelvis rocking on his fingers in a frenzy that would have had Elvis crying in envy.

As the tip of his tail swept along the ultra sensitive membranes of Jc's swollen cock head, he let his head fall back and a howl burst out as an endless stream of lovely, pearl coloured cum shot out, soaking his hand and tail.

Justin made up some excuse and got off the phone quickly. He watched as Jc sat up, and daintily licked his fingers and tail clean, with long, broad strokes of that wicked tongue. With a pleased, soft whimper, and a final arch of the back, he curled his tail around himself into a little ball on the floor and fell back into sleep, his hunger satiated at last.

Justin...when he could finally form coherent thoughts again..."Note to self....Never Ever Never deny Jc his morning milk again"



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