Caught With My Good Boy

The next night he knocks on my door again. My roommate is out with her friends, so the apartment is quiet. He stands there looking nervous with his hands in his pockets and his eyes on the floor. “Miss, can I watch a bmovie with you again?”

I smile and step aside. “Sure, come in. Sit on the couch.”

He sits in the same spot as last time. I sit close, my leg brushes his on purpose. He doesn’t move away. He just breathes a little faster and keeps his eyes on the TV, even though I haven’t turned it on yet.

I look at him for a second. “You were really good last night. You stayed so quiet, you listened, that made me happy.”

He blushes hard and looks down. “Thank you miss. I’m glad it made you happy”

I lean in closer, my voice stays soft. “You came just from me calling you good boy. That was so cute. I liked watching you lose control like that.”

He moves in his seat. I see the bulge starting in his shorts again. He tries to hide it with his hands, but I gently push them away. “Don’t cover. I like seeing it. It’s honest.”

He swallows hard. “Sorry miss. I can’t help it. You just say things and it happens.”

I smile. “It’s okay. You’re being honest. That’s good. Good boy.”

His hips twitch right away. A small wet spot appears on his shorts. He whimpers quiet like he’s trying to hold back.

I didn;t touched him yet. I just keep talking low. “You thought about me all day, didn’t you? You got hard in class, in the shower, in bed, thinking about how I called you good boy and looked at you.”

He nods fast. “Yes miss. All day.”

I tilt my head. “Tell me. Did you touch yourself thinking about it?”

He shakes his head quick. “No miss. I wanted to save it for you. I wanted to wait”

That’s perfect. I lean closer so my breath is on his ear. “Good boy. You waited for me. You’re doing so good. Such a good boy.”

He gasps. His shorts jerk. The wet spot spreads bigger.

I stand up and pull my shorts down. No panties. I sit on the couch and spread my legs. “Come here. On your knees, good boy.”

He drops to the floor fast. Eyes wide. Face red. He looks up at me like he’s waiting for permission.

I run my fingers through his hair. “You’re gonna lick my pussy,okay?Start slow. Be a good boy and make me feel good.”

He leans in. His tongue touches my pussy soft at first. He licks slow up and down my lips. I moaned “That’s it….hmmm good boy. keep going”

He gets bolder. Tongue flat on my clit. Circles slow. I grab his hair gentle. “Deeper….lick inside me”

He pushes his tongue in. Tastes me. Moans against my pussy. The sound makes me wetter. He laps at me like he’s starving.

I pull his head back a little. “Now eat my ass. Show me how good you are.”

He doesn’t hesitate. He moves lower. Tongue on my asshole. Licks soft circles. Pushes in a little. I moan louder. My hips rock against his face. He keeps licking. Tongue deep. Hands on my thighs holding me open.

“You’re doing so good” I whispered. “Such a good boy. Licking my pussy and ass like you were made for it”

He groans into me. His tongue moves faster. I feel him trembling. His dick is hard and leaking on the floor. He wants to touch it so bad but he doesn’t.

I grabbed his hair tighter. “Don’t touch yourself. Not yet. Just keep licking. Make me cum first”

He obeys. His tongue on my clit again. I grind on his face. My breathing gets heavy then I came hard shaking, flooding his mouth. He keeps licking through it. Drinking my every juice

When I finished I push his head back gently “Good boy. You did great”

He looks up “Miss please can I cum now?”

I smile. “Not yet. Be patient. Good boys always wait.”

Then the door opens.

My roommate walks in early. She stops dead. “What the fuck are you two doing?”

I didn’t move. I look at her calmly. “Get the fuck out. Someone’s doing a good job here”

She stares for a second then turns around fast and slams the door behind her.

He looks up at me panicked. “Miss she saw–”

I smiled and pat his cheek. “It’s okay. She’ll get over it. Now be a good boy and clean yourself up.”

He nods quick. “Yes miss”

I know she’ll ask questions later.

But right now he’s mine.

And good boys always come back for more praise.