Good Boy - Part 12

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Jonathan smiled as he watched his girlfriend grip the edge of her bathroom counter and let out a soft moan. He'd been assigned the task of rubbing lotion into her legs and, as with all tasks she assigned him, he took it seriously. He'd gone above and beyond, turning the simple assignment into an opportunity to offer her a brief standing massage, thus the moan.

"That feels so good, baby," she said. "I think my ass could use a little bit of lotion, too."

Jonathan squirted a small dollop of lotion into his hands and rubbed it into both of her perfect ass cheeks. She rewarded him with yet another moan and he couldn't help but enjoy the view of her pussy and asshole as he spread her cheeks in the act of rubbing them. He was tempted to lean in for a kiss, to let his tongue go on a brief adventure, but that wasn't his task and after nearly a year of dating Bridget, Jonathan found the utmost pleasure in adhering to his task should she be kind enough to assign him one.

"You know, I have a bit of time before my date," she said, "enough time for a massage. Would you enjoy rubbing me before I get ready to go out with Michael?"

"I'd love that."

Bridget spun around and leaned against the counter. Jonathan stared at her pussy, at the strip of hair above it, at the smooth skin on either side of her labia. She'd clearly groomed herself in the shower, a surefire sign that she intended on getting fucked that night.

"Does my pussy look pretty?"

"Beautiful," he said.

Bridget ran her fingers through his hair. "And do you think he'll enjoy it?"

Jonathan looked up and smiled at his girlfriend. "He will."

"Michael likes eating my pussy, you know. He likes it a lot, in fact. He reminds me of you in that way."

"I do like to eat your pussy. I like to worship it. I like to worship all of you, though."

The longer they'd been together, the more pleasure Jonathan took in worshiping his girlfriend's body. He loved the way she'd sometimes demand a quick worship session before they left for a dinner date, or how she'd have him bring her coffee on a Sunday morning before instructing him to worship her from the feet up, taking his time working his way all the way to her breasts while she sipped her coffee and texted with friends or worked her way through her Instagram feed.

"Given Michael's fondness for eating my pussy, I think I'll deny you that pleasure right now," she said. "But you can kiss all around it if you'd like."

"I would like that."

Bridget gave permission with a simple nod and Jonathan leaned in to shower the area around her pussy with kisses. The scent of soap and lotion filled his nose while he pressed his lips against her warm, smooth skin. He looked up to see her smiling as she watched. She took her bare breasts in her hands and played with them, too, squeezing gently and moaning a bit louder.

"It's tempting," she said. "To let you worship me, I mean. To let you get me even more worked up for my date tonight. To let you tend to my pussy until I'm dripping wet, until getting fucked is all I can think about. I want to be fair to Michael, though. I want him to be the only man to tend to my pussy today."

"I understand."

She smiled. "I know you do. You're a good boy, Jonathan. You've been a good boy since I met you a little more than a year ago."

"I love being a good boy for you."

"And I love every part of you...though I suppose it's the good boy that I love most."

Jonathan wanted nothing more than to plunge his tongue into her pussy, to show his desire for his girlfriend, to show his eagerness to worship her.

"Stand up for me."

Jonathan stood and Bridget pulled him close to her naked body. They kissed as his hands roamed down her back and grabbed her ass. She stood on her toes and moaned before her tongue began to explore his mouth. She rubbed his cock through his jeans, moaning once more, perhaps because she'd discovered the raging erection that had formed long before he stood to kiss her.

"Get naked and then come to the bedroom to give me a massage," she said.

Jonathan watched his girlfriend leave the bathroom and then stripped as quickly as he could manage. Bridget was already facedown in the bed when he entered. She looked up and smiled as he approached with his stiff cock leading the way.

"I'd like a full body rub," she said.

He set about giving his girlfriend the rub she desired and deserved. Though some men found it laborious to offer a massage, Jonathan found intense pleasure in it. He loved being able to touch and please her naked body, but there was also the deeper pleasure of serving her, of being a good boy, of tending to her satisfaction and making her feel good because that was the thing that made Jonathan feel good.

Most of the time she would enjoy the rub and play with him a little at the end. This time, though, Bridget was more interactive. She played with his cock quite a bit during the rub, first using her hands and even kissing the head a few times. When he moved to the other side of the bed to rub her legs, Bridget made sure to tease his cock with her feet, keeping him both aroused and erect and making it all the more pleasurable to massage her.

"It feels like there's a bit of precum on my toes," she said after teasing his cock while he rubbed the backs of her thighs.

"There is."

"Be a good boy and clean that with your tongue."

Jonathan dropped to his knees and took one of Bridget's toes in his mouth. She moaned the instant he did it. He moved his tongue over her soft flesh and she moaned again, which made his dick throb even harder.

"That feels so good," she said. "The massage felt so good, too. You've got me all worked up, baby, and you didn't have to eat my pussy. I think you deserve a reward."

Jonathan kept on sucking her toes because as it turned out he'd left quite a bit of precum on them. He did so until Bridget pulled her feet away, rolled onto her back, and sat up.

"I'm going to bring Michael back here tonight," she said. "Your reward is getting to watch him fuck me with an added bonus of getting to participate a little bit. How does that sound?"

"That sounds incredible."

Bridget inched towards the edge of the bed and beckoned Jonathan to stand. He did so and her fingers encircled his cock. She stroked him a little and then gathered the precum dripping from the tip and held up the fingers that were now coated in his sweet, slippery bodily fluid.

"Taste yourself," she said.

Jonathan held his girlfriend's gaze as he leaned forward and took her fingers in his mouth. He took them to the hilt and sucked hard while pulling back. He cleaned his juices dutifully and put a bright smile on her face in the process.

"You're such a good boy. Now help me get dressed for my date."

Jonathan did so gleefully and he remained naked throughout. Bridget stroked him enough to keep him hard and had him clean her fingers each time they got precum on them. Each time he did so without hesitation and it turned him on even more to use his mouth in that way.

Bridget chose a white lace bra and panty set and Jonathan helped her into it. He then dressed his girlfriend in a pink and white sundress and an impossibly soft-feeling white cardigan. She looked as beautiful as she ever had and he told her so numerous times.

As it neared time to leave for her date, Bridget grabbed her purse and Jonathan walked her to the door. She kissed him, though he wasn't permitted to get too close for fear of getting precum on her dress.

"I'd like you to remain naked while I'm gone," she said. "In fact, I'd like you to clean my apartment while naked. I suspect we'll be back in 2-3 hours. I'll text you when we're on our way. You'll be tempted to put on clothes before we arrive, but you are to remain naked. You are to be in the bedroom when we arrive. You are to be on your knees. Don't worry, I'll prepare Michael. He won't be surprised at the naked man on his knees in my bedroom."

"I'll be naked when you get home."

"You're such a good boy."

With that, Bridget left and Jonathan set about cleaning her apartment. There wasn't a great deal to do, though. Bridget kept a clean home. Jonathan dusted every surface and vacuumed when he was finished with that. He did the dishes. He tidied the living area and bedroom. He cleaned the bathroom, too. He cleaned the entire time she was gone, mostly because he found it genuinely pleasurable, as he almost always did when pursuing an act of service for Bridget.

She texted just short of three hours after leaving. She and Michael were on their way back.

Jonathan retreated to the bedroom and fell to his knees near the far corner of the room. Ten minutes later Bridget came home. Soon after Jonathan heard the sound of her heels clicking on the floor as she approached the bedroom.

"You did a wonderful job cleaning," she said with a smile.

"Thank you."

She approached and squatted in front of Jonathan to kiss him. "Michael and I are going to have a drink. We'll probably fool around a little, too. I want you to stay here. We'll join you soon enough."

"I can't wait to see you again."

She kissed him on the cheek, stood, and left. Jonathan's heart pounded with excitement. Over time, Bridget has exerted ever increasing control over him in sexual situations, especially when she was with another man, something she'd taken to doing with great frequency. She now had a small stable of guys that she saw regularly. Some were mere fuck buddies, others were men she casually dated and slept with. Like Jonathan, she seemed to take great pleasure in her ability to fuck whoever she saw fit while he remained committed to her and her alone. She'd been clear on numerous occasions that exerting that level of control over him always made her pussy wet, which is why Jonathan was always excited to do something like wait in the bedroom while she fooled around with another man in her living room.

Jonathan listened to all the familiar sounds of a date that was going very well. There was conversation and laughter. There was the clinking of glasses. There were the sounds of kissing and moaning as they got each other all worked up. All the while Jonathan waited on his knees in the bedroom while picturing what Bridget was doing. The imagery kept him in a constant state of desire. He tried his best to prevent his precum from dripping onto the carpet, instead scooping it up and licking it from his fingers before it dripped from the tip of his cock.

Eventually Bridget and Michael made their way to the bedroom. She seemed to be riding high - and was perhaps buzzed from the drink she'd had - and walked into the room with a bright smile on her face. Her cardigan was gone and her chest and cheeks were flushed red with desire. Michael boasted a bulge in his slacks and Jonathan imagined that Bridget had spent some time stroking her date's cock while they were on the couch.

It wasn't the first time Jonathan had watched Bridget and Michael, so he felt no awkwardness at being naked in front of the man that would soon be inside his girlfriend. He did feel jealous, though that wasn't uncommon. Jonathan wanted Bridget to experience every bit of pleasure she craved, but he still yearned to fuck his girlfriend, so watching someone else do so was always a source of jealousy.

Bridget and Michael kissed as she undressed him. He likely could have undressed her, but he refrained from doing so, almost certainly by her request. Once he was naked, Bridget ushered Michael into her bed and crawled between his legs. Her lips were wrapped around his cock soon after and he closed his eyes and let out the moan of a man well aware of the fact that he's going to have a spectacular orgasm at some point during the evening.

"Fuck, Bridget, that feels so good."

Jonathan focused all of his energy on the sight of Bridget's head moving up and down, of her lips sealed around Michael's stiff cock, of her desire to give the man in her bed a wealth of pleasure.

"You'll find condoms in the nightstand," Bridget said after finally letting Michael's cock free from the grasp of her soft lips.

He rolled towards the nightstand as she backed out of the bed and turned towards Jonathan. "Be a good boy and undress me so my date can fuck me while you watch."

Jonathan hurried to his feet and moved towards his beautiful girlfriend. She spun around and he unzipped her sundress and pulled it over her head. He unhooked her bra and dropped to his knees to lower her panties. He pressed his lips against her ass and offered a handful of unsolicited kisses. As he did so, she reached back and held his head, urging him to do as he desired.

"I want to taste your pussy, baby," Michael said. "Will you sit on my face?"

"Of course I will," she replied. "Your tongue is so very talented, Michael. I love the way you devour my pussy before you fuck it."

Bridget crawled into the bed, leaving Jonathan on his knees. He held her panties in his hand and absentmindedly brought them to his nose to inhale the scent of her arousal as he watched Bridget straddle Michael's face and lower her pussy to his mouth.

"Fuck," she said as he grasped her ass, squeezed it hard, and licked her pussy. "You're so good with your tongue, Michael. You're so fucking good, though your cock is a damn fine instrument of pleasure, too."

The jealousy felt overpowering as Jonathan watched his girlfriend grind on another man's face. He was thoroughly aroused, though, and he gave his cock a few strokes as Bridget always allowed him to do.

"Jonathan, I want you to be a good boy and guide Michael's cock inside me when I'm finished enjoying his tongue," she said. "Will you do that for me? Will you place another man's cock in my pussy?"

"Yes, of course."

She moaned, grasped her breasts, and said, "Such a good boy."

Bridget rode Michael's face for a handful of minutes more and then slid her hips back until her pussy was over his cock. Jonathan crawled into the bed and between the other man's legs, wrapped his fingers around the thick base of the shaft, and guided the head between Bridget's pussy lips.

She sat down slowly, taking every inch inside her as Jonathan maintained his grasp. It wasn't the first time he'd touched a cock, but it hadn't gotten any easier to do something that felt like it was venturing deep into a place of discomfort for him.

"Thank you, baby," Bridget said. "You can watch from your knees at the foot of the bed."

Jonathan released the cock, backed out of the bed, and watched as Bridget had instructed.

He watched his girlfriend ride another man's cock. He listened to the sounds of sex and pleasure. He watched as her pussy lips gripped the latex-wrapped shaft that reached so deep inside her. He watched and listened as Bridget claimed her pleasure from one of the handful of men that fucked her regularly.

Bridget came while on top. She came hard enough that her thighs trembled and her toes curled as they dug into the bed sheets.

After a lengthy kissing session with Michael's cock still inside her, Bridget rolled off of him and onto her back. He was back in her pussy - in missionary - in no time. They resumed fucking, this time at a faster and harder pace. Michael was in pursuit of his orgasm and Bridget's pussy was the vehicle that would provide that pleasure.

"Fuck me," she pleaded with him. "Fuck me hard, Michael. Fuck me while my boyfriend watches. Show him how good you make me feel. Show him how deep your cock reaches in my pussy. Show him that you fuck me better than he does."

That was the thing that made Michael cum. Bridget got off, too, though Jonathan suspected she'd been ready for quite some time and had been holding off to cum with Michael.

Michael collapsed on top of her as he came. Bridget wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him and Jonathan felt another deep sense of jealousy. He knew that Bridget thoroughly enjoyed when one of her lovers climaxed while inside her. She'd talked numerous times about enjoying the way a man would fuck her harder and faster right before cumming, the way his body would tense up and then release as she made him cum. It was a source of great pleasure for her and Jonathan couldn't help but experience a touch of jealousy as he witnessed another man offering her that particular form of satisfaction.

Eventually they disentangled their bodies and Jonathan admired their post-coital bliss as he rested on his knees with a raging erection. They kissed, shared a bit of pillow talk, and cuddled for a short while before Bridget turned her attention to her boyfriend.

"Did you enjoy watching?" she asked.

"Yes, I did."

"And do you believe that he fucks me better than you do, Jonathan?" she asked.

"Yes, I do. You seem to cum harder when he fucks you, which must mean the sex is better."

She rested her hand on Michael's chest and kissed his cheek. "I do cum harder when he fucks me. I very much like that about having sex with him."

Bridget ran her hand down her lover's chest and through his closely-trimmed pubic hair before tightly wrapping her fingers around the condom and pulling it free from his mostly stiff cock.

"Michael's going to spend the night," she said. "So are you, of course, but you'll have to sleep on the couch since the man that fucks me better is the one that gets to share my bed."

Jonathan was surprised at the sudden surge of arousal he felt.

"Take this," Bridget said while extending the condom towards him. "Take it with you to the living room. When you hear Michael and I fucking again, put this on and masturbate into it."

Jonathan saw the intense lust in his girlfriend's eyes. She was getting off on issuing the humiliating instructions. It was her arousal that prevented Jonathan from offering even a hint of resistance. Instead, he stood and took the condom from her.

"I'd like a glass of water," she said. "Michael, would you like anything? Jonathan will happily retrieve it for you."

"I'll take a glass of water too," Michael replied with a smile.

Bridget smiled at Jonathan and then turned towards the man in her bed. She kissed his chest and moved towards his stomach. Jonathan stood and watched as his girlfriend took Michael's softening cock in her mouth and gently sucked on it.

"Fuck," Michael said before turning to Jonathan. "You know, I don't think she gave you permission to stick around and watch. You should probably go get those waters, and from the looks of things we'll be fucking again before too long, so you should really prepare to jerk off with my used condom."

Jonathan didn't love that his dick got harder as Michael talked down to him like that, but Bridget moaned, which seemed like proof that she thoroughly enjoyed Michael's willingness to get a bit bossy.

He left the room and placed the condom on the coffee table before heading to the kitchen and filling two glasses with water. Bridget was still busy sucking Michael's cock as Jonathan returned to the bedroom and placed the waters on the nightstand. She'd nearly gotten her lover hard again and so it seemed that there was little doubt they'd be fucking quite soon.

"Enjoy your orgasm," Bridget said to Jonathan as she stroked Michael's dick. "Try and take your time, though. The second time always last longer, so Michael's cock will likely spend quite a bit of time inside me. I'd like it if your cock spent quite a bit of time bathed in his cum. Will you do that for me?"

"I'll be a good boy," Jonathan said. "You know I will. Nothing makes me happier."

She smiled. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Jonathan left the room and the sounds of a blowjob quickly floated out into the hallway. He moved to the couch, sat down, and stared at the used condom. Soon enough it would be wrapped around his cock. Soon enough his cock would be bathed in another man's cum for the first time. Soon enough he'd embark on yet another new sexual adventure for Bridget's pleasure and he would do so without hesitation or remorse.

After all, Jonathan wanted nothing more than to be a good boy for his girlfriend.