Here’s a little more of “Bobbie’s Good Boy”. It’s not the ending of the story — which, by the way, I left open for a sequel — but it’s close.
I don’t know how long I was bent over the bed, Bobbie fucking my ass with her fingers and jerking my cock in her tight grip, but I think she could tell when I was getting close to coming. She took her hand away and slapped my ass, which made me jump. “Up,” she said.
I struggled to my feet.
When I did, Bobbie was taking off her top. She reached back and undid her bra, and I got to see her large, pale breasts for real, her nipples hard, her areolas round and pink. She was on her knees, looking up at me. “Well?”
She took my hand and put it on my cock. “Be a good boy and come for me.”
Wow. Okay. So, I didn’t have a ton of experience, but my girlfriend had never said anything like that before, and she had never wanted me to come anywhere except inside her or in her mouth — and she would spit it out afterward.
I had a pretty good feeling that Bobbie wouldn’t spit it out afterward. But if she was going to use her mouth, she would be doing it already, right? So she must have wanted me to come on her, something I’d only ever thought happened in porn.
“I’m waiting,” she said, and then she lifted her breasts as if she was offering them to me.
I didn’t need any more instruction than that; I started stroking my cock, my ass throbbing inside and out, and before long I was groaning and coming in thick, hot spurts that splattered against Bobbie’s chest and neck. It had been a while since I’d masturbated, and there was a lot of it, and Bobbie seemed pleased by that fact.
When I was done, I fell backward a bit, plopping my ass down on the bed — which hurt, but I was too busy gasping to even think about that.
“Good boy,” Bobbie said. She inclined her head at the nightstand, where her phone was. “Now take some pictures for me.”