Good Boy - Part 10

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 "Hey, I'm back," Jonathan called out as he stepped into the room with a cup of coffee in each hand. The heavy hotel room door closed behind him and he saw that the French doors leading to the balcony were wide open.

Bridget looked over her shoulder, smiled, and said, "Welcome back."

She'd been in bed when he left and in the short time he was gone she'd changed into a white satin robe with delicate lace trim. It was short, too, leaving her thighs mostly bare. As Jonathan approached the balcony he caught a glimpse of her cleavage and noted that Bridget's nipples appeared to be hard as they were quite prominently showing through the thin material of her robe.

He handed her a coffee and sat in the other chair on the balcony. "That robe is amazing," he said. "You look amazing."

"Thank you for the coffee," Bridget said. "And for the compliment. I thought you might like the robe. I bought it just for this weekend, actually."

That made Jonathan especially happy. He wasn't sure he'd ever dated a girl who'd specifically bought something pretty to wear for him. "I love the robe."

Bridget reached over, took his hand, and placed it on the soft satin just below her waist. He ran his fingers over it and the exposed, smooth skin of her thigh and she smiled. "It feels nice, doesn't it?"

He nodded. "It really does."

Bridget gently grasped his wrist and guided his hand up her torso until it rested on her breast. He squeezed like he assumed she wanted and she moaned. Jonathan did the same. It felt incredible. Playing with her breasts was always pleasurable, but the feel of the satin and the look of the robe on her made it so much better.

It wasn't until he'd started playing with her breasts that Jonathan bothered to look and see if anyone could be watching them. The balcony was fairly private, though, and they were high enough off the street that it would have been nearly impossible for someone to see.

"That feels so good," Bridget said softly. "You know what else would feel good?"

"What?" he asked.

She smiled. "If you were on your knees between my legs. If you set aside your coffee so you could worship my pussy."

Jonathan put his coffee down immediately and got on his knees. He crawled between Bridget's legs and she parted her thighs. The robe moved up her legs and he smiled at her lack of panties.

"I'll admit, I planned ahead," she said.

He ran his fingers up her thighs as Bridget inched her hips forward, giving him easy access to her pussy.

"Now be a good boy and worship my pussy. Take your time, though. I'm in no hurry."

Jonathan took her instructions to heart and tended to his girlfriend's pussy with a slow, gentle approach. He kissed her inner thighs and labia. He kissed her clit. He pushed his tongue inside her to taste her. He licked from the bottom of her pussy all the way to the top, letting his tongue dance over her clit for a few seconds before repeating the process.

What made it especially arousing was that Bridget sipped her coffee and seemed to be enjoying the view from their hotel room's balcony. She looked out over the ocean and the little park across from the hotel. She smiled. She was enjoying her vacation and for some reason Jonathan really liked that she wasn't entirely focused on him as he worshiped her. He was just a part of what was making her morning wonderful. That being said, he adored it each time she put a hand on the back of his head and applied just a bit of pressure to pull him closer to her pussy.

True to her word, Bridget seemed in no hurry to cum, either. She was wet and thoroughly aroused, but she also seemed content to let Jonathan remain on his knees worshiping her pussy for quite some time.

He lost himself in it. He savored the taste of her pussy as he put his tongue inside her. He savored every moan when he worked her clit. He savored how flawlessly beautiful she looked in the robe. He savored how she would look down, moan, and run her fingers through his hair every once in a while and then sip her coffee and turn her gaze back to the view once more.

Jonathan wondered if all vacations with Bridget would include acts of service like the one he was engaged in on his knees. Would he always get to worship her pussy while she enjoyed a beautiful view and her coffee? Would he get to massage her like he'd done the night before after they'd gotten back from Brad's? Would he get to give her a wealth of orgasms while she limited his climaxes to just a few? He certainly hoped that was the case as he'd thoroughly enjoyed every moment of their first getaway.

Bridget's phone buzzed at some point during Jonathan's worship session - he would have guessed fifteen minutes into it - and she picked it up and smiled. He looked up for some indicator as to why she was smiling, but she typed out a return text before even acknowleding him, which proved massively arousing.

"That was Brad," she said. "Telling me how much he enjoyed last night."

Bridget put a hand on the back of Jonathan's head and moaned.

"He said he had trouble sleeping last night because he couldn't stop thinking about me. He said I was the first thing on his mind when he woke up today, too."

She groaned and inched her hips forward a little more. She loosened the tie on her robe and it fell open. Her body looked so beautiful and her breasts so perky, especially when framed by the satin of the robe.

Bridget grasped one of her breasts and squeezed it hard. "He asked if he could see me again."

Jonathan was fairly certain his girlfriend was on her way to an orgasm and it seemed possible she was going to cum while thinking about Brad, the guy she'd given a blowjob to the night before. It felt like it was an extension of Bridget's desire to make Jonathan watch as she pleasured someone else, as now she was having him worship her pussy while her thoughts turned to the man whose cum she'd swallowed.

"I told him I'd been thinking about him, too," she said while looking down at Jonathan. "That I enjoyed being with him again, that I enjoyed sucking his cock, that I enjoyed making him cum in my mouth. I also told him that I found it especially enjoyable that I got to do all of those things while my boyfriend watched."

Jonathan's cock was hard and his tongue was moving faster over her clit. He wanted to make Bridget cum and she did nothing to stop him, so he continued his rapid massaging of her clit in the hope that she'd let him get her off.

Her phone buzzed and Bridget grabbed it. She smiled and looked down at him. "He said he wants to fuck me," she said. "You have to appreciate his honesty, though I suppose he knows this is likely his last chance as we're probably not coming back for quite some time."

Jonathan wanted to ask if she was going to fuck her ex-boyfriend, but he wanted to keep worshiping her pussy, too. He wanted to put her pleasure first. Sometimes that was all Jonathan wanted.

"Do you think you could handle watching him fuck me, Jonathan?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered.

Bridget ran her fingers through his hair and studied his face. "Are you sure? It's different than a blowjob. Seeing his cock in my mouth is one thing. Seeing it in my pussy is something else entirely. Seeing how wet I get for him. Seeing how hard he fucks me. Seeing how hard I cum. That's all very, very different from watching me make him cum in my mouth. So be honest, do you really think you can handle that?"

Jonathan wasn't entirely sure he could handle it, but he wanted to. "I can," he said.

"Yeah? And you'll be a good boy while you watch? You won't jerk off, or try and interrupt us? You'll just sit on your knees and watch as another man fucks your girlfriend to an orgasm?"

Jonathan was surprised at how hard he was, though he wondered if fifteen minutes of blissful pussy worship had put him in a place of intense desire and thus it was easy to get hard thinking about someone else fucking his girlfriend.

"Yes, I'll be a good boy," he said. Pleasure shuddered through his body as he said the words 'good boy'. It was rare that he uttered them and it felt remarkably good. It made him want to be that, to make Bridget happy, to put her needs above his own.

"I think I'll invite him to our room tonight," she said. "I like the idea of him fucking me here and us sleeping in the bed he fucked me in."

Jonathan reached down to masturbate before quickly pulling his hand back. Bridget liked to be the one to make him cum.

"Are you turned on?"

He nodded.

"Stand up."

Jonathan stood and Bridget unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. She smiled and wrapped her fingers around the stiff shaft before stroking him slowly.

"Is this because you're thinking about someone else fucking me?"

He nodded. "And because I got to worship your pussy for fifteen minutes."

"Actually, it was closer to twenty," she replied with a smile. "And I enjoyed every second of it. So few men would be willing to spend that much time on their knees for a woman, Jonathan. You're remarkable in that way. That's part of why I love you so much."

"I love you too, Bridget," he said.

She stroked him a little faster and then leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth. Her hands moved to his ass and she pulled him forward as Jonathan watched most of his length disappear while heat and wetness engulfed his shaft.

"Oh my god. Fuck..."

She leaned back, stroked him, and looked up with a smile. "I like being selfish sometimes, but I'm generous when it comes to make you feel good, aren't I?"

He nodded. "You make me feel better than any woman ever has, Bridget, and it's not even close."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, absolutely."

She stood and kissed him deeply while his cock pressed into her stomach. He ran his hands down her back, caressing the soft satin and moaning at how good it felt.

"Come."

Bridget took his hand and led him into the room. She stripped him of his clothes and pushed him onto his back in the bed. She straddled him and took his cock inside her. She was a vision of pure beauty in the white satin robe. The lace brushed against her breasts and stomach and he could feel it - and the satin - against his thighs as she rocked her hips back and forth.

"No cumming," she said. "Not unless I give you permission."

Jonathan nodded, though based on how good her pussy felt he knew it would be an exceptionally difficult task to adhere to her demand.

"I brought lingerie I was going to wear for you tonight. Something dark and much sexier than I usually wear," she said as her eyes lit up. "But I'll wear it for Brad instead. I'll have it on when he arrives. I'll welcome him into the room wearing it. His eyes will light up with desire. He's never seen me in lingerie like that. He'll want me from the moment he sees me, Jonathan. He'll want me desperately."

Jonathan tried not to think too much about what she was describing, for it would almost certainly push him over the top and make him cum.

"I think I'll have you on your knees by the bed when he gets here. I'll have you waiting like a good boy. I'll have you waiting to watch as another man has his way with my body."

She was clearly turned on and Jonathan couldn't help but follow her down that path of incredible desire and arousal. He loved that Bridget was getting off on the idea of fooling around with and fucking other guys. He loved that his willingness to watch seemed to be the thing that turned her on more than anything else, like he was proving himself to be unlike almost any other man in his eagerness to witness her intense pleasure with someone else's cock inside her.

"Would you like it if I let you worship my pussy before he fucked me?" she asked. "Would it make you happy to be able to get me nice and wet so his big cock will slide into my pussy with ease?"

Before he could answer Bridget closed her eyes, rolled her head back, and moaned. She was clearly getting off on the idea of Jonathan preparing her pussy for another man's cock and thus he couldn't help but get off on the idea.

"Yes, I'd love that," he said. "I'd love to be able to lick your pussy before he fucks you, especially if it was like this morning. If I was just licking your pussy while you were totally preoccupied with kissing Brad or stroking his cock or moaning about how good it felt when he kissed and licked and sucked on your tits."

"Oh...fuck...baby...I love that you're so eager to be a good boy...that you're so eager to...to serve me tonight."

He was eager to serve. That was a perfect way of putting it. He was desperately eager to serve. It felt good to even think about it and he was certain it would feel amazing to be able to actually do it.

"I do. I want to serve," he said. "I want to serve your pleasure tonight. I do."

Bridget smiled. "I want you to cum inside me, Jonathan. Cum inside me!"

He couldn't believe his good fortune. He figured he'd be cut off until after she and Brad had fucked that night. Bridget clearly had other ideas, though. It didn't take him long to cum. His body was awash in an overwhelming level of desire and soon enough he was trembling while he came in her utterly perfect pussy.

Bridget came right with him, of course. It seemed like she'd been holding off, in fact, as she unleashed her orgasm the moment he started grunting and groaning. Halfway through her climax she collapsed on top of him and Jonathan wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, inhaled a rather lovely scent - perhaps she'd used a bit of perfume while he was gone - and smiled as he closed his eyes and enjoyed what felt to him like one of the most pleasurable moments of his life.

"Thank you for the orgasm," he said.

Bridget laughed softly and kissed his neck. "You're welcome. You deserved it. You were a very, very good boy this morning. And, for what it's worth, you just gave me one of the best orgasms of my life."

It was worth a great deal, as Jonathan somehow felt even happier than he'd been just a few moments prior.

"I love you, Bridget."

She kissed him on the lips. "I love you too, Jonathan. Now let's go finish our coffees and then we can get cleaned up and get some breakfast."

It sounded like the perfect way to continue what had begun as a truly flawless day. With any luck, it would stay that way right through the end of the day when Jonathan would watch as another man fucked his girlfriend.