It’s morning, we’re cuddling, half asleep. I can feel your desperate morning wood pressed up against my ass. I arch my back and start slowly grinding into you; your breathing quickens and you let out a quiet, “uhn, Miss” as you start to twitch. Your hands are on my waist, but I lead them slowly up my torso and back down; never lingering on one spot enough to satisfy either of us.
I command you to kiss the back of my neck as you gently rub and caress my nipples–I’m a bit of a slut for nipple play and I’m getting wet. I’m whimpering “good boy”, as I’m slowly rubbing your cock through your boxers. It’s starting to get leaky.
I turn to face you, and allow you to kiss, lick, and suck my tits. Your hands are gripping my ass, bringing me closer to your hungry mouth. You’re being such a good slut. I’m guiding your throbbing cock out of your boxers. You’re quite a mess.
I want you to feel how wet you’ve made me. I lead your hand to my panties and allow you to enter. I order you to start gently biting. I’m moaning “good boy”, as I become wetter, grinding on your two lucky fingers. I’m ignoring your aching cock. Instead, I’m pulling your hair, scratching your back.
You’re able to bring me over the edge and I cum. I want you to rub my fresh, sticky grool over my nipples. You’re only allowed to taste me this way, until you’ve made me cum two more times. You lovingly lick the warm grool off of me and beg for more.
Your leaking, desperate, and aching cock twitches at every moan that escapes my lips. You’re able to make me cum twice more, and I command you to lick my messy pussy clean afterwards. You crawl under the covers, enveloped in my scent and your frustration. Your cock is still pathetically dangling out of your boxers. You start licking.
This is a clean up job. You’re savoring every lick, but I’ve already finished and have started looking for somewhere to eat, and am answering emails and texts. Maybe if you’ve done a fast and efficient job you’ll get something in return…
I buck you off once it feels like you’re licking past your purpose. Remerging to the surface, you look at me expectantly. I’m busy reading reviews of restaurants and don’t notice, until you ask if you may cum. It this point you’ve gotten a bit soft, but you haven’t been told to put your dick away yet. You’re still a little hopeful.
I put down my phone and smile. “You’d like to cum?”, I ask as I lightly kiss your neck. You start to twitch again.
“yes, please Miss”
I’m the one going under the covers this time, kissing down your chest as I pull the comforter over my head. Your boxers are damp. I help your balls out of the opening in the fabric and squeeze them. I giggle as I hear you moan in frustration. I squeeze them again, but harder.
I hear you beg, “Miss, please…”
I squeeze them again, pulling them down hard. My tongue grazes the tip of your ignored head. I hear you moaning, as I gently kiss and lick it. I give your shaft one long lick up its length and stuff everything back into your boxers.
I get up and rip all of the blankets off of you and your bed.
“We’re going to get coffee”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/dprdzq/good_boys_love_a_good_tease_fm_str8gentlefemdom
Hot story. Love the ending.
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