Page 5 of Such A Good Girl

My eyes burst open as he walked into the room, chatting on his headset. His gaze met mine before travelling over my exposed body, taking in my sodden fingers and flushed chest.

I let out a low moan as I circled my clit, hope surging when he didn’t immediately walk out.

‘Nah, it’s nothing,’ he said into the headset. ‘Just the wife being pathetically horny as usual.’

His laughter echoed through the receiver, and he rolled his eyes before grabbing a hoodie and walking out.

‘Listen, she’s always gagging for it. She’ll be there when I want her.’ Tears pricked as his words filtered through the door, embarrassment consuming me. He wasn’t wrong. Whenever he wanted sex, I was ready to take the crumbs he dropped.

The humiliation of his friends knowing should have doused my desire, but that only fanned the flames. Would they be imagining me touching myself? They might even excuse themselves from the chat and go wank at the thought of a game-buddy’s horny wife.

I turned back to the image of my muscly collar maker and thrust my fingers deep inside myself. I wished they were his.

Choking on a squeal, I came into the pillow, biting the cotton to temper my noises. Heat filled my cheeks in the orgasm's aftermath. The reality of having to face Jerry after debasing myself would suck.

Heaving out a sigh, I went to close out of the Aimly page. A moment of indulgence stopped me.

I could buy a set and wear them while Jerry was at work. The man would have touched them. Those glorious fingers would have crafted the collar, and wearing it would almost be like them around my throat.

Swallowing at the cost, I picked out a baby pink set and pressed the purchase button before I could reconsider.

For the first time in a long time, I had a little something to look forward to.

FOUR

BOBBY

The pink sets were a favourite of mine. I loved most of the leatherwork I produced, but there was something about a woman in something delicate and pink that made me hard.

Old country music hung in the air as I finished the set, smoothing the edges of the leather to ensure it wouldn't cut into whatever pretty pet would wear them. A brief flare of jealousy burned in my chest at the thought of another man enjoying a passionate night with his woman in the rose-coloured set. Ashley had placed the order, an unfortunately unisex name that meant I couldn’t tell whether who was buying them. Was it a horny pet? Or a hopeful partner?

Too long had passed since I last tried to hook up with a woman. Many thought they wanted kinky, but my brand of fun was too degrading, or too niche.

Instead, I spent my days surrounded by piles of leather and chrome, and my nights beating off to porn. Thank god the internet existed. Deep in its electrical bowels lay a plethora of pet girls just waiting to be watched.

I ran my finger over the edge where the leather would meet flesh, giving it a last test. Perfect. What I’d give to be there toloop it around its new owner's neck. To pat her head and tell her she was a very good girl.

Maybe she’d post a review gushing about the epic night they’d had. She might even post a picture. The crotch of my pants tightened at the thought.

Envy fought against my professional qualms until I pulled my dick out with a grunt. Spreading the collar and cuff set out flat on the bench, I stroked my dick.

My breath caught as I fucked my hand, the jealousy only fuelling my desire. Whoever the owner was, she’d wear a bit of me around her neck.

Closing my eyes, I pictured a delicate set of fingers fastening the pink collar around her neck, tightening the clasp, not knowing that my cum had soaked into the leather.

Fuck, that was hot.

Fingers tightening around the head of my dick, I slapped my other hand against the wooden bench, groaning deep as my balls tightened.

She… would… wear… my… cum…

With a deep moan, I spilled hot ropes of white all over the set, marring their perfection with my need.

My pulse rattled as I looked at the mess, almost regretting it.

But not quite.

I snapped a photo on my phone, the droplets of spunk gleaming in the low light. One for my wank bank.

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