"Pizza?" I looked over the top of my book at Mike, who was listlessly drumming his fingers on the edge of the table; he did that sometimes when he was hungry, although I'm pretty sure he hadn't noticed. I noticed. I noticed a lot of things about Mike--his beautiful eyes, his delicate hands, and the way he deliberately and astutely avoided even glancing at my chest no matter how provocative my clothing. I'd made a bit of a game of it, studying Mike... And seeing if I could get him to look.

Tonight I was just wearing a long camisole and panties--nothing was hanging out, although it could, if I happened to be in the mood. I'd been working extra long days lately, and our room-mate situation, as strange as I'd felt about it in the beginning, was always a respite. I liked him, my shy, disciplined room-mate.

"No," he said suddenly, turning to look at me. His hand stilled on the tabletop. There was something intense about his gaze.

"Okay," I said, putting my book down; something was up. "You okay?"

"I... I have to say something."

"Cool," I prompted, watching him chew his lip. I tucked my legs under me and curled up on the couch, getting comfortable.

"I think I have a crush on you," Mike said, and I almost wanted to laugh out loud from the tension in his voice.

"Well that's not so bad--you think you do? Then you don't," I said, grinning at him and getting ready to pull my book out again. I don't do half-way attraction; you're devoted, or you're a friend. That's it.

"I do," Mike said suddenly, walking over and sitting on the floor in front of me, cross legged by the couch; his earnestness put a stop to all my other plans. "I definitely do."

"Is there something wrong with that?" I resisted the urge to reach out and pet his head, giving the soft hairs on his temples a whirl with my fingertip. "Nothing wrong with a crush." And a crush, as I said, isn't cause for action from me. Either you're on your knees, obsessed, or I'm just not interested. Mike knew this; we'd talked about it many times, joking about my intense love life, sparsely populated with comets who rained affection down on me, and how I wasn't interested in traditional relationships. I liked running my own show. At the time, he'd bitten his lip in exactly the way he was now, but he said he was looking for a long-term girlfriend who just never seemed to appear.

And now here he was.

"There's nothing wrong with it," he said, his huge brown eyes locked on mine. "You're... You're a really good person, you're smart, you're--there's nothing wrong with it," he said, and then I did reach out and run my fingertip along the edge of his jaw, just once, just to comfort him... And it did. He relaxed, and swallowed. "It's that... I feel kind of crazy. I just can't... I can't stop thinking about..." And then he was tense again.

I thought for a minute. I enjoyed teasing Mike, but I'd never crossed the line; I didn't want someone to feel bullied into wanting to fuck me, after all--I wanted them to be begging for it. But this was more about... Us. We got along. We liked each other. And when you crossed that with sexual attraction, sometimes it became... Love.

"Let me guess," I said softly, putting my hand under his chin and lifting his face towards mine. "You can't stop thinking about sucking my tits. They're the biggest tits you've ever seen in real life, and all you want to do is see how much of them you can fit in your mouth--yes or no?"

"Yes," he whimpered, and I saw his cock getting hard in his sweat pants and started getting wet myself. I thought about what might happen, who he might be to me, and who I might be to him.

"All you want to do is take my panties off and chew on them while you jerk off."

"Yes," he moaned.

"You've never wanted to eat pussy this badly in your--" I leaned all the way forward and kissed his forehead--"entire"--I kissed the tip of his nose--"life."

"Yesss." He was near the verge of tears with relief and desperation. I hadn't seen it coming, and I realized that work had been distracting me... And maybe that was what made him realize his feelings. As soon as his chubby MILFy room-mate wasn't around as much, he missed me.

And then he wanted me.

More than anything.

"Only good boys get to suck these tits," I said, abruptly leaning back and tugging them laboriously over the edge of my camisole. "See? Only very good boys." I played with my nipples, watching his pupils dilate; my tits were so fat that they practically burst over the fabric, and I slid my fingers back and forth, back and forth, drawing more and more of the flesh out and pinching my nipples as he grew harder, there on the floor.

I liked Mike. This was making me a very, very happy lady.

"Am I a good boy?" He was sweating, on his knees; I felt my pussy squeeze with pleasure at the sight. He was so sweet.

"Let's see," I said, and leaned away, lifting my hips to pull my panties off. When he instantly started to follow, his eager lips parted, I gently but firmly put my palm on his forehead; Mike stopped instantly. "You want to know if you're a good boy, don't you?"

"Yes!" He whined like a puppy, his whole body trembling, eager, delicious.

"Then pull your cock out," I said, winding my panties down my thighs and over my ankles, moving slowly, watching him stare and enjoying every second of his rapture. He was a good boy, though; Mike's cock was just as eager as the rest of him, and when he yanked his sweatpants down it was already leaking. He looked absolutely edible. "Good boy," I said, and smiled as I spread my legs. His face was at the same level, and he held perfectly still, waiting for instructions, cock bobbing in the air. "Now. You're going to stroke that hard cock for me, aren't you?"

"Yes ma'am," he said, and immediately grasped the shaft, tightening his grip. A ripple of precum erupted from the tip.

"Very good boy," I said, circling my clit with my fingertips; my legs were completely spread open, and I moved my pussy closer. Closer. Now just on the edge of the couch. "Very, very good boy." He hadn't moved anything except his hand, his huge eyes darting back and forth between my pussy and my face, tracking every word. "Now. Do you want to eat it?"

"Yes please," he whispered. He didn't move yet though--he was a natural submissive. I almost came just from that realization.

"You're going to stroke that hard cock while you lick my pussy," I said softly. "Very, very good boys get to eat up all of that cream, and then add some more--do you think you can do that?" He frowned, uncertain.

"I don't know... I don't know if I..."

"You can," I said, my voice like honey. "You can do it. You can lick my pussy until I cream all over that pretty face, and then, and only then, you can fill up my pussy with that sticky cock." I reached down, my own fingers juicy from playing with my labia, and placed my hands on either side of his face. "Good boys do that. And you're a good boy. Aren't you?"

"Yes," he moaned, and then I finally leaned back and let him eat it--I knew I was going to cum quickly. It was too delicious, too delightful, this beautiful pet right here in my own home this whole time. Mike immediately licked me from my asshole to my clit, gathering the juice on his cheeks as he dug in to taste my cum. I let him explore all of the folds, swollen, red, wet, and when he latched onto my clit I started to count down. I was going to explode.

"Good boy," I breathed. "Ten, nine--that's right, eat it up baby--eight, seven, six--suck my clit--five--harder--four! Oh! Good boy, such a good boy--three, twoooo--" I let the orgasm overwhelm my body, roaring through me so hard I bucked into his face, his mouth latched onto my clit. "ONE!" I rocked into his tongue as he fucked me with it, my body flashing with heat, squeezing him over and over. When I was finally able to focus, I ran my fingers through his hair; he was still gently tongue fucking me. "What a good boy you are," I whispered. "Are you ready to put that cock in me?"

"Yes ma'am," he groaned, and with another movement he was perfectly aligned, his cock bobbing by my swollen entrance. He was so wet that he shined, precum on his cock, sweat on his thighs. Still, he waited for me to pull him in. I grasped his hips, shifted mine, and let him slide right inside. "Oh--ohhhh-"

"Good boys give me all their cum, Mike," I whispered, feeling him beginning to cum almost instantly, his cock lifting, hardening, and then erupting. "Give it to me now--"

"Yesss maaaaaam," he groaned, pumping into me so deeply that the couch whined. I came again, feeling him so hard inside of me and knowing how much cum he was putting there. When he finished, I let him thrust until he was soft, enjoying the feel of him; his eyes were locked on mine in wonder. "Thank you," he said, and swallowed hard. I reached up and pulled him close, kissing him for the first time. He slid out of my body, leaving behind the fattest creampie I have ever seen; we were going to have to flip the cushion over when company came. When we were alone, I wanted to see the stain and remember how I got my good boy, the very first time.

"You're my good boy now, aren't you?" I kissed him again, letting my fingers explore the damp mess he'd made of my pussy. It felt exquisite.

"I want to be your best boy," he whispered, and I smiled, and pulled him up to rest on my tits.

"Perfect."