The Good Girl 21

Writers Note: This is a work of fiction. Don't do this stuff in real life. Consent matters. That said, enjoy some fucked up fun.

She was a good girl. You know the type. Eager to please, respond well to praise. Raised in a respectful environment. Perhaps a prudish one though. Or maybe it wasn't something she thought about. I was wrong on that last thought though.

She'd started work just a couple weeks ago and I was instantly drawn to her. Slim, fresh faced, new to the workforce right out of high school. She joked she wasn't the college type, but she had a sadness in her eyes when she said that. Money issues? Perhaps, but I would later learn that she was curious. It was just that it had been beaten out of her. I didn't know that yet however.

She was such a cute timid thing. Wearing boyish clothes with a pixie haircut. The slightest stutter, or perhaps hesitation when larger men were around her. She was fine around young men, but the second a 6 foot tall man entered her space, she changed. She changed around me alot.

I didn't think about the reasons why at the start. I didn't care, in all honesty. She was legal, she was cute, and most of all. I knew what those signs all meant. They meant I could do what I wanted.

I flirted with her at first. Tested the waters with her, but it was frustrating. She clammed up, got insecure, and wouldn't look me in the eyes. It was annoying. It made me want to do bad things to her. To make her react. So I did. The first chance I got, when we both closed. I was her immediate manager, and not long after the last employee left besides us, I went looking for her. She was over by the counter, cleaning it up. I snuck up behind her. The way she tensed when my hand suddenly touched her shoulder made me stiffen.

"You're such a good worker, Jessica. I can't believe this is your first job," I told her as I massaged her shoulders. I felt her try to turn to face me, but I didn't allow it. My fingertips tightened their grip and I kept her facing forward, away from me. "Tell me, are you always such a good girl?" The sudden shudder she gave as I asked that did not go unnoticed by me. She took a few seconds to get her breathing under control, then spoke.

"Mr. Jenkins, I don't think you...," she started to say. She again twisted, or tried to, but I put an end to that. My fingertips dug into her skin, not painfully, not yet, as I straightened her out. I stepped even closer to her, my body pressing into hers. My breath was hot and moist on her neck. I watched the fine fuzz of whisper thin hairs stiffen there.

"You didn't answer my question. Are you a good girl?" I asked. Slowly, finally she nodded. I could only see the side of her jaw, but by the way it quivered, I knew words weren't going to come out without her crying. That was fine by me. Without stepping back, I started massaging her shoulders. My fingers kneaded into her skin, the pressure slowly but surely pushing her forwards a bit. I pressed harder as my hands worked down her sides and the small of her back until her hands, pale white and tensing, gripped at the counter before her.

"I've always loved good girls. No one is better or more special than them. I'm glad you're such a good girl so we can spend some quality time together, Jessica. You'll even find it rewarding," I told her. I heard a faint splash on the counter, then again, like raindrops. I couldn't wait to taste those tears. I unzipped her skirt and pulled it down. That's when I smelled her.

I hate to be crude, but good girls and damaged girls have a tell. It's obvious if you're around them naked. Their cunts stink. I don't mean she didn't wash herself properly. Just that for whatever reason, they got drenched around men like me. Men that were bad for them. Jessica was no different. I pushed her forward until her face was flat on the counter. I made a show of inhaling her deeply. She cried as I touched her wetness and I leaned over her.

"I knew it," was all I said to her. When I let her back go, she didn't get up. She had given up. I smiled and kicked her feet apart. She whimpered but did nothing as I unzipped and pulled out my cock. I slid my tip against her and felt her quiver, despite her obvious humiliation. I spread her lips slowly, gently, and in one thrust, filled her sopping cunt. She grunted hard but never screamed. Never screamed no. Never fought me. Even when I grabbed her sides and squeezed hard, fucking her hard against the counter, she took it like a good girl. To be honest, I didn't last that long. She was so wet, and once I started slamming her hips against the table, started tensing and pushing back against me in a circular motion that almost made me lose it. And then, her hands slapped against the counter, gripped it, as she started bucking and shaking and crying hard. I felt her tense and squirt all over my cock and I lost it. I pushed in deep, and coated her cunt with my seed.

We stayed there for a minute, catching our breath. I pulled out of her, jerked her panties off her feet, and used it to wipe up my cum. I then balled the panties and shoved them inside her. I pushed them inside as deep as they would go while she gasped and tensed up around my fingers. One I finished stuffing her, I pulled her up and turned her to face me. She immediately tried to look at the floor but I forced her to face me. When she did, I kissed her lips gently, then her eyes, and her forehead. I hugged her tightly, her skirt on the floor, my pants around my ankles, and whispered into her ear.

"You're such a good girl, Jessica. I'm so proud of you. How about you go home early. Don't worry, I'll clock you out. You just get some rest, Ok?" She nodded meekly at that, walking akwardly as she tried to pull up her skirt and zip it.

"Oh, and Jessica?" I said. She turned slowly, a look of defeat and shame on her face. "Don't pull those panties out until you get home. When you get home, put them in your mouth. Then masturbate however you want until you cum, with them in your mouth. Understand?" I wasn't sure at first if I seriously expected her to do it. But the way she sighed, just a broken worldly sigh told me everything I needed to know. She'd be a good girl. She'd do it. She nodded meekly.

"Don't nod, what do you say?"

"Y... yes Sir," she said and I knew she would.

"That's a good girl," I told her as she left. And she was a good girl. Her life would never be the same thanks to me. We'd have a wonderful year of teaching, training, breaking, and molding. But that was in the future. For now, It was enough that Jessica was a good girl.