The Good Girl [M/F]

[Names and superfluous events tweaked in the interest of anonymity]

I know this story is a lot longer than most here, and I thought about cutting it down. But to tell the truth our entire encounter was meant to be slow and teasing, so I have kept our story of it the same.

I knew from the first time we talked I was into her. She was young, pale, and skinny with long red hair and gorgeous blue eyes behind a pair of horn-rimmed glasses, beautiful legs and perky breasts, if there was ever a "Sexy Librarian" look, she was the embodiment of it. She was at the end of her teens, I was at the end of my twenties. We talked for hours on the phone the same day we met, going over everything from relationships, to fears, to desires. She wanted to make sure we were as compatible sexually as we were mentally before she wasted any time.

She asked about kinks, I asked her to go first, planning on telling her how much I love to take control of an encounter when it was my turn. She told me she was a sub, that for her, sex was always better when she was being controlled by another, how much she loved to be tied down and helpless. That was just fine by me, my own fantasies generally all involve tying down and teasing my partner before making them orgasm uncontrollably. She said she had a shallow pussy, and preferred men who were more average than long. I kept my face as neutral as possible while wondering what I have ever done to deserve such a perfect angel (I have no issues with saying I'm average to even below average length-wise, and while it's never been an issue in my relationships, it's always nice to feel wanted).

I asked her out at the end of our chat, we agreed to see each other in a few days time for our first "official" date. We texted every day in between, going deeper and deeper into our wants and needs. While both of us loved the idea of BDSM, neither of us much cared for any serious pain and punishment aspects, the allure it was all about power, she wanted to always be, in her words "A Good Girl".

Spanking, hair pulling, putting my hand around her throat, it was all to reinforce the idea that "I'm in control, and there's nothing you can do to stop me". We discussed and agreed to how we wanted our first "session" to go after dinner, and that she would call me Sir and I'd call her all kinds of names I'd never use in polite company ;). I asked if she had ever had a vibrator used on her by a man before during sex, she hadn't, so I made a point of picking one up beforehand.

The day finally arrives, we're both so excited we move our plans up an hour, just to give us more time together. I pick her up, and she's absolutely stunning, her top has a plunging neckline and jeans so tight I could see the lovely shape of her ass. I promise her I intend to satisfy all her tastes, starting with her stomach, she has no doubts. Dinner is almost like floating, we had teased one another so much beforehand we could probably have been served McDonalds and never noticed. Once our meal finally winds down, I suggest we have dessert back at my place with a wink, when we get back to the car we're both so nervous we hardly speak.

We finally get back to my apartment, thankfully my last roommate had moved out months ago, so we had the whole place to ourselves. I tell her to wait while I prepare a few things, going up to the bedroom to light a few candles for scent and spread out a couple towels, I knew it was about to get messy. When I get back, I see she’s quivering with nerves. I should mention here that, despite talking about what we were going to do to each other in great detail, we had very little physical contact up to this point. I place a hand firmly at the nape of her neck, and pull her up to me for a kiss. I can feel her calm down, almost melting her soft body into my arms. At this point I no longer feel nervous, I know I'm in control of the situation, I feel almost giddy. I lead her up to the bedroom, we have one last quick discussion on safe words and safe sex (we hadn't planned to get too intense, but if I'm taking any kind of control over someone else I have to know that they know that they can stop or slow things down if something doesn’t feel right, consent is fucking sexy folks!).

I have her stand in the middle of the room, then I give her another kiss on her lips, holding her again, it starts soft and I push deeper, hearing a slight moan escape her lips. "You've needed this a long time haven't you slut?" I whisper in her ear, "Yes, Sir". I continue kissing down her neck, into her plunging neckline. I tell her how I plan to her my dirty little whore, and I feel her body quiver ever so slightly at my touch. She goes to caress me in turn, I put her hands back down at her sides, "No no, this is my time to discover you” I admonish her gently, "Yes, Sir" came the reply. I started to undress her like I was unwrapping a present to myself, beginning with her top, then her bra, pausing to grope her perfect breasts and suck on her beautiful nipples. I slide off her jeans, noticing a very obvious wet spot on her panties. I lightly run my finger over her cotton-clad pussy, "Mmmm, I can see you're already excited, how long has it been since you were last satisfied properly, slut?”. She said it had been months, I knew we were in for one hell of a night.

I decided to leave her panties on awhile longer, just to tease her. I lay her down on the bed, and tie her arms loosely to the bedposts with a pair of leather belts (I hadn't really dated any women who were into bondage enough to get real equipment, so I had to improvise this time). I kiss all down her body, giving special attention to her soft breasts. I pass over her pussy again, ghosting my fingers over her last article of clothing before moving down her legs and massaging her feet. At last I can't wait any longer, I tug at her panties and she lifts her beautiful ass in the air to let them slide off. I was presented with the beautiful sight of her small, shaved pussy, glistening in the soft candle light. She's shy and keeps her legs together, I order her to spread them so I can get a better look, she obeys like the Good Girl she is, giving me full view of her soaking wet cunt. She spreads her legs so wide I can even see the opening of her pussy gaping at me. I walk around the bed, savoring the sight of a beautiful young woman, naked, tied, and spread eagled for my pleasure. At this point I start to get a bit warm, taking off my shirt. I make certain to take the time to hang it up properly in the closet, I intend to drag this part out as long as I can stand to.

I stretch out next to her on the bed, kissing her and holding her warm body to me. I walk my hands down her lovely, pale skin, this time stopping at her soft pussy. I pull her legs apart just a little bit more, massaging the insides of her thighs, then placing a finger to either side of her labia and rubbing up and down, pushing against her pubic bone. I listen to her soft cries as she waits for me to touch her cunt. I pull her labia apart and start to massage her little button of a clit with my fingers. She starts to shake almost immediately as I circle her clit with my fingers surprising me with how quickly she cums. But she doesn't get sensitive or tell me to stop, so I place two of my fingers inside her sopping wet pussy and arch them forward directly on her g-spot and rub them up and down. She goes wild; it turns out, she's the Queen of Multiple Orgasms, I don't think she even has to cool off, she just has one constant orgasm until either the stimulation stops or she passes out. I take a break just long enough to retrieve the vibrator I picked up earlier, teasing her with it until I hold it against her clit at full speed, with my fingers still inside her. Her body arches up and she pulls against her restraints, but I don’t let up, moving my fingers against her g-spot faster and faster, pressing the vibrator harder against her clit. The walls between my bedroom and the neighbors are thin, and while I had asked her earlier to try and keep as quiet as she can, I was starting to worry she was about to let out a scream that would wake up the whole block as much as she was moving and thrashing about. Instead, she moans quietly, telling me how good it feels, speaking as softly as she can manage given the events unfolding below her waist. I praise her for being such a quiet Good Girl as I slow down my frantic fingering and allow her to come down off her orgasm high just a little bit.

At this point she has cum so quickly and so frequently it almost takes the fun out of it. I had always before been with women who had difficulty reaching climax, so I was fairly used to long foreplay sessions to make sure they get off at least once before we fuck. With this girl, it felt like all I was doing was tiring her out before the main event, so I take off the rest of my clothes (again, taking the time to fold them neatly). I ask if she'd like to be introduced to my cock, she nods, I go over to her and she asks if she can suck it. Of course I tell her yes, and what a dirty whore she was for offering. She leans her head up and puts my whole cock in her mouth, sucking me loudly like it was the end of the world, thrusting her head down and almost gaging on me. I hold the back of her head and let her go on for a few minutes, before pulling away to put a condom on. Just to be extra careful I lube her tight pussy with copious amounts of astroglide, listening to her surprised little gasps and the cool lube rolls over her clit and down my fingers into her cunt.

When the time comes I tease her opening with my hard cock, asking her what she was ("I'm your dirty little whore, Sir"). She pulls one of her hands free to help guide me in (having such a small vagina she has to be careful about angles). She starts moaning again as I slowly thrust the whole length of my cock into her. I ask her how she likes the feel of me inside her, "I love feeling you inside me, Sir". She told me later that while she's taken longer cocks in the past, mine was the thickest she'd ever had, and I was apparently hitting her g-spot the entire time. I pull her legs up and hold them with my arms and I start to thrust faster and faster, she starts to moan louder, her face screwed up in a mixture of pleasure and concentration. I put a hand at her throat and squeeze on either side ever so slightly, grabbing a handful of her breasts with my free hand, and alternating between kissing her neck and sucking her other breast. Eventually she tucks her knees to her chest, allowing me greater access to her slippery tight hole, and we begin to thrust in sync. I pound her so hard my bedframe starts to squeal and bang against the wall, and as hot as my little fuck toy was I just couldn't ignore the sound (damn cockblocking bed). We tried varying our speed and I take some time to hold my full length (and girth) inside her and ordering her to thrust and gyrate her hips to get herself off. But eventually I have to pull her off the bed to the floor, laying a towel down first to protect the carpet, where we continue to fuck. I don't think I've ever gone that hard or that fast, essentially flailing myself into her while her fingernails dug into my back. She asked me to bite her neck, harder, harder, until I think I'm about to break skin. I tell her what a dirty slut she was to enjoy getting fucked this hard and fast. During her moments of coherence between the moans she tells me how much she loves feeling my cock up inside her, begging me to keep pounding her poor little cunt. I remember sometimes feeling her entire pussy seize up and squeeze my cock for several moments before relaxing again. At some point during all this we have to pull the condom off, it was so thick I could hardly feel a thing, and the ribbing on it was actually getting to be too much for her pussy, which had finally started to get the slightest bit sensitive (she was on birth control, and we had already discussed STDs, so the condom was really more a precaution than anything). We go on for what must have been another half hour, until our legs and my stomach muscles start to cramp from all the exertion. We move back up to the bed, she lays on her stomach, as her legs wouldn't stop shaking any other way, and I enter her from behind and thrust and grind for awhile longer before finally collapsing from exhaustion myself.

And here, dear reader, is the cautionary part of our tale. At this point we've been going for close to 3 hours, most of that fucking, and all of it had some kind of stimulation for her. She doesn't know how many times she came, but it's certainly well into the double digits. I, on the other hand, having spent far more time single than I'd ever care to admit, even to the faceless masses, had gotten into the bad habit of masturbating for longer and longer times with more and more pressure/suction with toys while going faster and faster (the notorious “death grip”). So while I had found the entire evening to be profoundly enjoyable, I was no closer to cumming than when we had started. I told her not to worry about it, that it was my problem and not hers (at this point we were both so worn out we dropped a lot of the Sir/slut dynamic). Still, being the Good Girl she was she curls her shaking body up to place her mouth back down by my uncooperative penis, and proceeds to give me the most amazing blowjob/handjob for the next half hour before I finally have to call it quits and admit defeat. We lay in bed together, spooning, enjoying the smell and warmth of each others exhausted bodies, basking in the afterglow of the evening. Eventually, we both gain enough control of our legs back to clean up, and I drive her home and kiss her goodnight.

We were both sore for days afterwards, I could hardly walk my thighs we screaming so bad, and she had to cut down on her own masturbation just to give her poor clit a bit of a break. We had a few other sessions after that, but those can wait for other stories, if there's interest.

Ultimately we realized we were better friends than romantic partners, and decided to go our separate ways. But in all the time since then, I don't think I'll ever forget my time with the Good Girl.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3ot8sq/the_good_girl_mf