A bit of my truth blended with a little of my fantasy. Enjoy!
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I want you to see me. I want you to look at me like there couldn't be anyone else and like if you don't fuck me hard, you'll go insane. "Get on your knees, Good Girl."
I crawl across the floor to you and run my hands along your legs, up to your thighs. At this point, I'm licking my lips, and trying to beg your permission with my eyes. You'll make me say it though. "What do you want, Good Girl?" You'll run your hands through my hair, and whisper those words in my ear, your other hand kneading my tit, plucking at my nipple. A pout in my voice because I know you like it when I beg a little. "Your cock, please Sir." But I do have something up my metaphorical sleeve. You pull my top off over my head as I unclasp my bra. I know what you want to see. My tits bouncing around while I bob up and down sucking your cock. And later bouncing up and down on it. Tits flying all over. Your head buried into one, mouth busy marking me, leaving bite marks and bruising hickeys.
But before we get there...
I stand with your help and begin to take off my jeans. You watch me, cock hard through your jeans. I love being naked when you're still dressed. Reminds me that I belong to you. I get my jeans off, and now naked I toss you a wicked bratty smile and throw the jeans right in your face. Turning tail, I race out of the bedroom. I love it when you chase me, possess me, and own me. I'm almost down the hall and into the kitchen when I feel your strong arms sneak across my waist. You've got me. You've always had me. And I have always loved it when you take me. Next thing I know I'm pinned to the wall, your pelvis crammed against mine and grinding into my needy little clit. I'm panting for you.
"Were you going somewhere, my little slut?"
"No Sir, j-just wanted water?"
"You asking me or telling me?" You growl into my neck, teeth and tongue scraping against my sensitive flesh. Your hands are roaming my body, finding all the spots that trigger my pussy to soak on to your thigh, leaving a puddle on your jeans. I moan. You shush me, your finger tracing my lips. My tongue tracing my bottom lip, racing to suck on your finger. I want something in my mouth. I need something in my mouth. I beg with my eyes. I open my lips, sticking out my tongue just a little. "That's better, Good Girl. Open your mouth for me. You know you need it." I'm rewarded for my good behavior with two of your fingers in my mouth and I suck them making happy, eager sounds. I want to be a good girl. I want to be your good girl. I want to be filled.
While I suck your fingers lost in bliss, I imagine instead what it will feel like later when you use your hands on me. Your strong fingers curled slightly pounding in my needy cunt. My head rolls back and forth as my orgasm builds. Your voice, gentle in my ear, "Cum for me, Good Girl, yessss, let me see you squirt for me."
"What are you thinking about my Good Little Slut?" you ask, taking your fingers out of my mouth a string of drool following. So I tell you. I tell you about wanting your fingers buried deep in my cunt. "Is there gonna be a wet mark on my jeans?" you ask me after I tell you. I blush and nod, looking down and away from your eyes. You step back and I stagger for a second. My body is flushed and my cunt has made my thighs sticky from wanting you.
"Well look at that.." you say gesturing to the spot we both knew would be there. "And look at you. Good Girl you look a little tired..."
The moment you say those words, my cunt muscles contract involuntarily. You've got me conditioned to react. I am so excited for what comes next, I make an eager mewling sound in my throat. Your right hand sneaks into your pocket. A shudder goes through my whole body. I didn't think my nipples could possibly get harder. Your hand is in my face the next time I blink and yessss...you're holding a beautiful multifaceted hoop crystal necklace. I lock my eyes on you instead, delaying the moment when I sink for you. Delaying what I know is so true, "Obedience is Pleasure" I say out loud and in my head simultaneously.
You chuckle, a powerful aphrodisiac for me. The low rumble tickles the side of my neck. When did I close my eyes? I swear I still see the necklace. "Oh my Good Girl, you look so tired, I think you should...relax."
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"And one," I hear your voice say as the orgasm explodes through my mind and body. Every nerve ending is pulsating with pleasure. My scream of pleasure comes out a pathetic whimper. You've been busy with me while my brain was asleep. The evidence is all around us.
Towels are balled up on the floor and on the bed beside me. My thighs are soaked with my squirt, and my heart is racing. There are some toys lying on the bed too. You've been a busy Sir.
"How do you feel, Good Girl?" you ask, your breath tickling my ear. You're lying right next to me...with your pants still on! You must catch the surprised look on my face because you chuckle and say, "Don't worry, that was a good way to spend an hour, but I'm not done with you yet." I whimper again with excitement. Now I get to experience everything you have in store for me.
