Page 6 of Such A Good Girl

After fastening my trousers, I grabbed a shammy cloth and set about buffing the cum into the leather along with a clear polish. After twenty minutes, there was no visible evidence of my deposits.

Shame.

But I’d know they were there.

And if I was lucky enough to get a photo review, as often happens, I’d get to know who wore my cum around her neck.

The thought had my cock stirring anew as I packed the set into a black box, wrapped neatly in crepe paper and sealed with a sticker from my store on top.

Printing out the shipping label, I slapped it on top of the box, chuckling to myself that the order was only about fifty miles away.

Notions about hand delivering it flitted through my mind. About seeing the owner excitedly grip the box and take it inside, watching through the window as she unboxed it. Hell, maybe even seeing her try it on.

But it could equally be a partner who opened the door, and seeing their glee would only be a kick in the balls to my loneliness.

Plus, I wasn’t that desperate.

Yet.

FIVE

ASHLEY

Iglanced at the hall cupboard from my spot at the breakfast bar. The urge to get in and rip open the cardboard box which awaited me was overwhelming.

Jerry scratched at his two-day-old stubble while shovelling frosted flakes into his mouth. Orange crumbs clung to his lips, a dribble of milk escaping down his chin. The courier had arrived right in the middle of dinner the previous night, and I was itching to open my package. But doing so in front of Jerry and his mother wasn’t an option. So I’d stashed it quickly in the cupboard, in one of the shoe boxes near the back, thanking the stars that there had been another package at the same time to take the heat off my leather goodies.

Now to get Jerry to work so I could indulge in my dirty little pretties.

‘Will you be home for lunch today?’ I asked, hoping the answer would be no.

‘Yeah, I’m going to be visiting the East side office this morning. You’ll have something ready?’ Jerry spoke through a mouthful of flakes, another rivulet of milk dripping to his shirt.

The fact I still wanted to be fucked by him was a testament to my desperation.

‘What would you like?’ I slipped a little coyness into my words, ever living in hope. Most married men would kill to come home and bang their wife before going returning to work like billy big balls.

‘Maybe some chilli soup? You know, like my mom makes.’

With a sigh, I took another glance at the hallway. Just me for the fun, then.

‘You always say you don’t like my chilli soup.’

‘Yeah, Mom left some on Tuesday. She put some containers in the freezer. Can you take one out to defrost and heat it up for me getting home?’ Jerry didn’t look up from his phone while he spoke, simply directed his spoon limply at the freezer.

Of course Mommy dearest would have left soup for him. They probably had a jolly good laugh at how terrible I was at cooking, too. Which would be fine if I actually couldn’t cook. I just couldn’t cook likeher.

Finally, Jerry pushed back his stool with a screech and stood. ‘Gotta hit the can before I head out. See you lunchtime, babe.’

Orange globs of cereal still floated in the abandoned bowl he left on the counter, milk pooling beneath the base and leaving sticky wetness on the counter.

Sometimes I dreamt about stopping all the chores. They didn’t get me anywhere, anyway. Or at least demanding to be paid for them. Hell, I probably wouldn’t even care about the fucking bowl if he’d scooped me into his arms for a lingering kiss before he left me for the day. Choreplay only worked if it culminated in sex.

Soon enough, the door clicked, and his car growled before heading off down the quiet street.

Barely two minutes after his departure, I’d fetched the box after double locking the door. The smooth cardboard tingled against my fingers, excitement coursing through me.

Ripping open the tape sealing the box, I tore through the black paper which covered my items, a grin plastering my face as the first peek of pink appeared. Shiny gold metal chilled my finger as I stroked it over the collar. With a squeal, I pulled the leather items out of the box and spread them on the counter.

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