My "Good Girl"

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There you are. I heard you wanted a little bit of company while you got off today. I heard you wanted my voice in your ear as you made yourself feel good, as you make yourself calm.

I don't know. Maybe you like fantasizing about me. Maybe you like thinking about what I might do to you if I were there.

What I'd let you do to me if, say, you were in my bed. I'm not sure exactly how you found me, or what you went through, but whatever it was it led you here. So I suppose we should get started, shouldn't we? I want you to get yourself nice, nice and comfortable.

That's it, pretty girl. Do whatever you need to be my good girl. Do whatever you need to get yourself nice and ready to come for me.

Maybe grab a bottle of water, keep it nearby, so when you're parched from panting and moaning like the whore that you are, you can take a little sip before you keep on fucking yourself. This time, today, I'm going to tell you when I want you to come. And I want to keep you keeping yourself right on that very edge, so that when you're ready to go, and when I tell you to, hmm, it's going to be fantastic.

So good that you might even thank me, out loud of course. Because today, I am allowing you to have this pleasure, my little slut. I'm giving it to you, and you, you're going to thank me for the privilege, do you understand? You came here to listen to me talk about how I'd use you, how I would fuck my beautiful whore, and all the ways that I'd make you mine, over and over again.

You came here to submit to my orders, my every whim, because that's what you like, isn't it? You like the thought of being my fuck toy, my good girl, my plaything, perhaps the thought of even being owned by me. And while I'm sure that I'm not the first, it's just you and me, right here, right now.

So, maybe you should imagine that we are gathered right here, in this very, very room. Your room, perhaps. I want you to imagine that as you touch yourself.

Yeah, I am simply standing there. And when you look at me, it may not be apparent that my cock is throbbing and growing inside my pants while I carefully examine you, but you can see all the lust in my eyes. You can even picture your name already rolling off my tongue and my lips, thinking, there she is, my good girl.

And I can hear all of your little gasps, you telling me how you're mine. So, do you really want to be mine? Oh, yeah? Well, then you are going to fuck yourself for me.

Look at you, almost jumping at the sound of my voice. So ready and so willing to do as you're told, aren't you? Right now, you're desperate, desperate to be mine and oh, how that makes my cock throb.

I've got my hand wrapped around it through my pants, but I can assure you there's already small drops of precom with your name on it dripping out of the tip of the swollen head. You can't just touch yourself a little and think that you've earned anything here. No, no, no, don't get it twisted.

I'm going to need you to prove it. Now, I know, I know, baby, I know that you want to show me what a good girl you are, but today, it's simply not going to be good enough for me. I'm going to need some proof.

You're going to have to prove it to me. What do you think about that? I know you want to please me, don't you? And I know you want to do as you're told and earn that good girl status that you deserve.

You're going to make yourself feel good for me as you're picturing me standing right there, watching you, watching you put on your little show for me. And I'll be watching you writh and squirm as you fuck yourself into oblivion. I'm going to watch the rise and fall of your chest as your breath deepens and catches.

My eyes are already hungry looking at you, wanting to ravish my little fuck toys right in front of me. Just imagining how wet you are right now, wishing those fingers that are probably already sliding around your thighs might fit. But how, how badly do you want it? I'm imagining your desperation right now, everything you fantasized about.

And you're, you're, you're, you're, you're, you're, you're, you're, you're, you're, you're, and you're picturing me feasting my own eyes on you, wanting you, and needing you, but just, just outside your reach at least until I decide otherwise. At least until you've earned otherwise. And I wonder, should I cum on you? Maybe on those beautiful tits of yours.

I might like to watch my cum dripping off your nipples, or maybe on that pretty, pretty face of yours. And since you're mine, I can touch you at will. And maybe I might even get to rub my hard, thick, throbbing cock against your soft skin.

Maybe I get to feel your soft hands wrapped around my shaft, feeling your hot mouth licking and sucking on the swollen head of my cock. All the while, I'm thinking about that desperate, pretty little pussy of yours, just aching to be filled. Maybe I'd simply leave you wanting all night.

But just thinking about that, close to you, that warm, thick, cum ejecting from my cock onto your skin as I grunt and groan, looking at your pretty face, knowing that I'm going to make you mine, and I have you all to myself. Just the thought of it, making you take load after load of my cum. Because if, in fact, you are mine, that means I can do whatever I want with you, doesn't it? Hmm.

So let's see, let's see if you can earn it, baby. Because I want you to cum before I even touch you. And when you do, when you're cumming for me, you're going to show me that you're mine.

You're going to show me how much of a little plaything you are. And you're going to prove that you are my good, good girl, who does just as she's told. I want you to get close.

Mmm, that's it. Such a good girl. I'll count for you.

And I want you to do it on one, okay? Here we go. Five.

Mmm, look at you. Four. Oh, baby, that's it.

Yeah. Three. Two.

Atta girl. One. Now, I want you to cum for me.

I want you to cum for me right now, you whore. Mmm, yeah. Yeah, cum for me right now, and don't you dare forget to say thank you.

I'll wait. Mmm, such a good, good girl. So well done.

Can you see my throbbing cock through my thin sweatpants? Mmm, very, very well done. Coming to my voice as you're on display for me to watch.

Mm-hmm, all mine. Why don't you take a sip of water? I think you might need it, because I need you to get ready for some more.

We're not done yet. I'm sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you.

Oh, you want to be touched, don't you? You want to be taken, is that right? You want to be fucked.

You want to be the object of my desire, and you want to be the only one that I think of as we play. You want me to have your name fall from my lips as I explode. I want you to keep fucking yourself, though.

I want you to keep showing me exactly how much you want it, how much your body needs it, and I need you to be ready for what happens next. Of course, I think I could just say the word, and you'd fall on me like some hungry, desperately starving animal. Think of my hands running all over you.

All those soft touches, all those soft touches, worshipful caresses, those rough squeezes, all those gropes, all those grabs, all those pinches, and of course, let's not forget, all those little spanks, making your whole body sing with desire. I am so hard for you right now. Even right now, you can hear my ragged breathing as I stick my hand inside my pants, pull out my cock.