Page 16 of Such A Good Girl

Show me you can follow directions, and I’ll come visit you again.

If you ignore this message, then I’ll assume our meeting will remain a one off.

My dick is in this box. An exact replica. Swallow it for me. All the way. Then fill your pretty cunt andcream all over me. Send my photos. You know where to reach me.

I’ll be waiting.

B.

I stared at the note, reading the words over again and again. His dick? In the box? What the fuck?

Setting the note aside, I opened the inner packaging, revealing a hard, smooth dildo. It was made of something utterly solid, not the rubber types I hid away from Jerry. There was no give, no forgiveness in it.

I twirled it in my hand, wrapping my fingers around the girth and biting my lip when they couldn’t fully close around it.

Fuck, was it a real casting of his dick?It’s massive.

I preferred a medium-sized cock, something that did the job. A tongue had usually done more for me than the jack hammering of most of the men I’d dated. At least Jerry had been generous with his mouth for the first few years. It had been enough.

The end had a suction base attached to it. How the fuck was I going to swallow it all? Assuming I wanted to follow his instructions.

I didn’t.

Liar.

Already my eyes were scouring the room for the perfect place to affix the stranger’s cock.

So fucking desperate.

Goosebumps stole over my arms as I ran upstairs, pulling off my clothes and discarding them as I went. A rush of lust tore through my veins. That first overwhelming fireworks that desire made explode.

It didn’t matter that there wasn’t another set of footsteps following behind me, wrapping me in strong arms and pullingme to the floor for heated, animalistic sex. Yes, I wanted that, but this was my dirty little secret.

I chose the bathroom, one of the few rooms with a lockable door. Even being home alone didn’t guarantee my privacy. Jerry or his mom could well use their key to burst in at any time. I could pretend to be bathing if someone were to find me behind a locked bathroom door.

The cock stuck to the tiled floor, and I placed my phone on timer mode to take a picture every ten seconds. Piling my hair on top of my head, I fixed it into a rough bun. My breath quivered as I pressed my tongue against the underside of the cock, following its solid veined ridges to the flared tip. A moan slipped from my mouth as I closed my eyes and pictured him there. I wish I knew what his face looked like. Would he smile at me as he pressed his cock into my throat? Would sweet, affirming words convince me to take it all?

I tried.

Pressing my tongue out flat against my chin, I pushed myself over the head. Inching forward, I choked, a long drip of saliva sputtering out of me. Tears sprung as I tried again and again, my phone snapping robotically as I struggled.

Kneeling up, I wiped off my chin as frustration built inside me.

I shouldn’t care about pleasing the creep who’s stalked me. But I did.

My throat burned as I worked at the cock again and again, the pool of saliva around the base growing by the minute. I needed him to see that I tried.

All I needed was one picture with lips to solid balls. Just one. Holding my breath, I forced my mouth over the rigid cock, my lips straining with its girth. Fighting the heaving, I pressed downward until my lips scraped the base for all of a second.

My chest heaving, I pulled off of the dildo, strings of split keeping me joined to him. Wet cheeks matched the growing wetness between my thighs. Kneeling on my floor and choking on a stranger’s pretend dick at a scrawled note’s behest was degrading.

The fact I enjoyed it was even more humiliating.

But I’d done it.

My thighs trembled as I knelt over the head, ready to feel him. To let him take me from afar.

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