I'm lying here, naked in bed, the morning sun is peeking through the gap in the curtains. Sir is asleep next to me. Satisfied. Satiated. My pussy aches as I think about last night. How he had me completely naked beneath his desk to suck his cock while I had a plug in my ass and a dildo in my pussy. He wanted all my holes filled. His cock grew so hard as my tounge swirled around it and my begging little whimpers reached his ears. The feeling of being filled helped soothe me, but I wasn't allowed to cum. Good girls don't cum.

We moved to the couch, where he told me to sit on his cock, facing him. I scrambled on top of him, desperate to feel his cock inside me. My pussy slammed down, filled instantly. I moaned. I knew it wouldn't take long for me to get close to cumming. Hips grinding hard and thrusting forward, I started whimpering. The edge came up too fast. Too fast. I froze.

'Good girl.' he whispered.

The familiar ache to cum flowed through my cunt. My brain fell further down into the void of slut as I pulled my body away from the edge of orgasm.

'All I want to do it please you, Sir.' I whispered as I picked up the pace of thrusting again.

'All I want is to be your good little slut.' my voice cracked as the edge got closer.

'Use me. Turn me into a good little wet fucktoy.'

Too close. I froze. The step into orgasm was one thrust away. But good girls don't cum. My heart was pounding in my ears and my pussy throbbed. I briefly considered disobedience and cumming despite my orders, but as the edge moved away again, a sliver of clarity reminded me that this was far better then cumming.

Sir decided to change tactics, knowing I was far too close, and told me we where going outside and to grab my robe. It was dark, and the fireflies where flicking on and off softly. We stepped into the moonlight. He sat on a lawn chair. I knew what to do immediately, and pulled his cock out. I straddled him, stuffing him side of me. It was only a handful of thrusts before he apruptly decided this was not the position he was in the mood for, and commanded me to lay on my stomach in the grass. I obeyed. He stood over me, but within seconds his cock was again buried deep from behind. I knew I wouldn't get to cum. Good girls don't cum. But all I wanted was his cum. I moaned and whimpered. His thrusts got slower as he savored the feel of my wet little pussy. Then he came. I could feel each pulse, each jet of hot cum filling me. I clenched my pussy around him, milking every drop. He stood up. I stayed on the ground for a few moments longer, feeling his cum start to leak out. When I finally stood, it began to leak down my legs. My only satisfaction was in knowing my Sir was satisfied with my actions.

Now, this morning, the ache in my cunt returns, and I will fuck him this morning.

But good girls don't cum.