Page 17 of Such A Good Girl

BOBBY

Bacon popped in the pan, fat sparking out and hitting the backsplash.

My phone buzzed, and I glanced over at it. It wasn’t an order this time. It was an alert that the microphone had been activated.

‘Couldn’t resist, huh?’ I murmured, opening the app and pressing the side button to push the volume to max.

The first sounds were rustling and movement. A locking of a door. The ping of a phone camera taking photos.

I counted out the beeps, every ten seconds. Plenty of pictures. If she had the balls to send them.

Soft moans turned to sloppy gurgles, and I closed my eyes, focusing on each individual noise, ruminating in them.

‘That’s it Ashley, take it all,’ I groaned, sliding my hand into my underpants and fisting my quickly hardening dick. She sounded like she was struggling, but I’d train her on the real thing until she could swallow every inch and still wag her behind for more.

Heaves mixed with moans until at last she stopped, deep breaths all that came through the phone. My hand stilled in my pants as I waited. Would she fuck it? Fuck me.

It barely took her a minute until her lustful groans filled my ears, an ouch falling from her as she stretched over my modelled dick.

The urge to jump in my truck and go to her burned at me. I wanted to see. Hell, I wanted to pin her to the floor and fill her ass while my simulation dick filled her sweet cunt. I’d need to make another to fill all of her holes to bursting with me.

My hand gripped harder around my dick as I tried to match her. Needy moans quickened along with the pace of her pussy sliding sloppily on my cock. My girl was working hard, punishing herself on the dildo.

Twists of pleasure built in my balls, tension threading through me.

‘That’s it my pet. Show me how you’ll take me. Let me hear it.’

I growled out the words, my balls tightening until I couldn’t hold back anymore. At last, she tumbled over the edge, her cries tipping me right over with her.

Ropes of cum filled my pants right as the smoke alarm sounded, my poor bacon black as soot.

Shame.

If my pet was there, I’d have crushed up the charred meat along with my cum and made her eat it from the floor while I filled her right back up with my dick.

Next time.

I shut off the mic. It’s job done… for now.

A grin broke when a new message popped up on my site.

With attachments.

THIRTEEN

ASHLEY

Large red numbers blinked at me, the three morphing to a four and bringing me to yet another ungodly hour of the morning.

Behind me, Jerry snored. The sound rumbled through the room, bouncing off of the wall he faced. The space between us was the same enormous chasm as usual. Sleep evaded me again, something biting its way into my stomach, burrowing deep and leaving me staring at the alarm clock as minutes inched by. I couldn’t decide if it was guilt at allowing myself to desire another man, or the reality that my marriage was over. For years I’d tried to ignore the loss of passion, the burying of love and the eroding of like. What did it leave? Truthfully, little. An overbearing mother-in-law demanding children, although her son rarely came within a foot of me. A house that represented nothing but an endless tornado of chores. A husband who knew more about his online buddies than anything going on with me.

My marriage had died, and I’d been limping around, dragging its rotten corpse with me.

Lightning flashed, leaking beneath the blinds and filling the room with momentary light. A shape moved by the door before the room dipped back into darkness. My pulse quickenedas I stared at the space where something had moved. Jerry’s rumbling snores and the hard patter of rain thrashing against the window filled the room. Wind howled outside, but nothing else moved in the bedroom.

Sitting, I picked up my phone and turned on the screen, flashing the light over the doorway.

Nothing.

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