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"you want to make me proud don't you ?"

"i know you wouldn't say no, such a helpful girl."

"don't you want to be my good girl ?"

It’s late and I can’t sleep, so pent up and needing some way to relieve myself. I pull my hard cock out of my sleep pants and stroke it over you, imagining how you’d look bouncing up and down on it like a good little cockslut. I bite my lower lip, stifling my moans as I buck into my hand, wishing it was your tight little cunt squeezing every last drop of cum out of me. How absolutely peaceful you look, dreaming about who knows what, while I’ve been lying awake in the other room, thinking of you riding me nice and slow. I gasp suddenly, leaning my head back and quickening my pace, my cock twitching as I shoot cum all over your back and hair.

I stand there, panting, still not satisfied, eyeing your perfect silhouette as you lie there, your panties hugging your ass in all the right places. I slowly get onto the bed, sitting behind you as I grind my cock against your ass, almost passing out from holding my breath, hoping you don’t wake up.

It’s still not enough.

I pull your panties off gently, exposing your holes as I rub my cock against the entrance of your cunt.

It’s still not enough.

I give in, pushing it inside of you, telling myself “just the tip” over and over again, until I come to the realization that you’re absolutely soaked.

You’re such a desperate, needy little slut that you couldn’t sleep without watching some rough porn on your phone, and passed out grinding on your bed, probably whimpering and begging for someone to to fill you up.

Before I realize it I’m already balls deep inside of you, pounding your dripping pussy while gripping your thighs tightly. You start to stir but it’s already too late, as I bend over and cover your mouth with my hand.

“Fuck, baby, I didn’t want to wake you up but I needed to let out some stress and you looked so good.” I moan, railing into you while you let out surprised shouts and moans into my hand, trying to get away while I press you down into the pillow.

“I’m almost done, baby, just relax and enjoy this, you’ve already gotten wetter than when I started, I can tell you’ve already been begging for strangers to do this to you.”

You lie there, unable to do anything but take the abuse like a good little slut, feeling as my cock presses deep inside of your needy little hole while I cum again, despite your muffled pleas.

At first, it was just a noise.

A little click He made when i blushed or squirmed.

i thought it was just Him being playful.

But it started showing up at the worst times.

He’d click and i'd be dripping through my panties. i spread my legs without thinking.

i whimpered mid-sentence because my clit hurt from how needy i’d gotten.

And every time, it made me wetter.

Every. single. time.

i didn’t even notice what was happening.

i thought i was just being a slut.

Didn’t realize He was rewarding it. Reinforcing it. Training me.

Until the day He clicked, and my body snapped.

Like a toy.

i dropped to all fours, drooling, hips up, hole twitching —

no thought, no hesitation, just desperation.

i didn’t think. i couldn’t.

My brain was fogged, dripping out between my legs, and all i could hear was:

click. click. good girl. click.

Now i cum when He clicks.

i thank him for it or even beg him to please click.

i'm a conditioned little thing now.

His needy, broken little thing.

i hope He never stops.

Edging

i just wanted to edge.

Just tease a little. Feel that ache in my clit and not give in.

But my hands…

They keep moving on their own. Fingertips brushing down, trembling like they already know where to go.

And it’s not even a decision anymore. It’s instinct.

i tell myself i'm in control. That i can stop.

But deep down, i know i won’t.

And maybe… maybe i don’t want to.

i’m not changing, right?

i’m just… sensitive. needy.

Not broken. Not ruined.

...right?

you’re not being objectified — you are the object.

the toy. the reward. the display. the fantasy.

you don’t exist to be respected — you exist to be craved.

to be looked at. touched. used.

and when you whimper like that?

i take her out on a date, we are sitting across each other at a restaurant. i look deep into her eyes and tell her just how flawless her makeup looks, how stunning the dress she picked is and how breathtaking her body looks in it. i watch her cheeks turn red, her laugh grows nervous, her words get more shy.

on the way home, i drive with one hand on the steering wheel and the other drawing circles on her thigh. i keep feeding her little crumbs of approval: i laugh at her jokes, keep saying how funny and clever she is, how interesting i found that story she told me, how i could listen to her talk for hours. i observe how each compliment makes her muscles tense, her thighs press together.

we get to my place, i make sure she notices how i'm looking at her like i've been hunting her all evening, making sure she feels like a prey. i put my hands on her waist, pull her closer, and start whispering. i tell her just how much i crave her. how her scent is intoxicating. how i've never needed anyone the way i need her. her breathing gets more erratic, and the look in her eyes changes.

i say her body feels unbelievable as i tighten my grip, and a whimper falls from her lips.

i stuff my fingers into her mouth and tell her how good her tongue feels, then smile when i feel her starting to suck them more eagerly.

slip my hand beneath her underwear and let out a sigh when i feel how wet she already is. "such a good girl for me... getting yourself ready like this".

i slowly slide inside her and don't stop saying just how perfect she feels from inside, so warm, so tight. i let her know i am going insane with the way she's squeezing my fingers and watch how every word that leaves my mouth makes her squirm harder, whine louder, get more desperate and eager to please me, to show me how much of a good girl she really is, to make me proud to own her.

i keep making her cum again and again until her body is trembling, exhausted. her mind is completely clouded, unable to form a coherent thought. and yet, she keeps taking me like my personal little toy. she knows i'm addicted to how she sounds when she cums, and she needs to make me happy more than she needs air.