Been a Good Boy – Femdom Smut

Literotic asexstories – Been a Good Boy – Femdom Smut by QueenBeeWrites,QueenBeeWrites
Male’s P.O.V~

The lights were turned off. I was unable to see anything when I stepped inside her apartment, but her voice directed me to her bedroom and then to her bed.

I hesitantly sat down, waiting for what was to come next, when I suddenly felt her arms sliding from my shoulders to my abdomen.

“What are you doing, babe?” I stuttered as she whispered right into my ear, flinching my well-being, “Mistress. What are you doing, mistress?”

“Have I done something wrong?” I muttered, unsure what I did as I suddenly felt a soft fabric cover my eyes.

She softly knotted it behind my head, asking, “Have you done something wrong?” What little I could see was also taken away from me.

“No. That’s not what I meant. I just want to know if I did something wrong.” I defended and with that, I felt her lips kissing and nipping my neck, as she slid her hands on my clothed chest, trailing her tongue from my neck to my ear.

“Can’t I just play with my puppy?” She whispered, making me quickly respond, “Of course, you can. You don’t need my permission.”

I did not understand what was happening, but I did not stop it. Who would?

Her soft touch caressed my clothed body. From my chest to my belly as she responded, unbuttoning my shirt. “That’s right.”

She slipped her legs around my waist, to my thighs as she added, “You’ve been such a good boy lately. It turns me on.”

I got so excited hearing her say that. It was filling my head with naughty ideas.

I could feel her and hear her breaths on my neck.

I could feel her hands slowly getting rid of my shirt as her legs tightened around my waist and her body grazed against my back.

It drew my body weak and submissive. Just like always.

In a matter of seconds, I could feel her hands stroking my bare skin. My chest, my arms, and my belly. Especially my nipples.

Swiftly, her serene touch traveled to my bulge, stroking me through my pants as she kissed my shoulder so tenderly.

Gingerly, she started unbuckling my pants as she teased my neck with her lips.

“Lift your hips.” She said, slowly pulling my pants down to my thighs.

Her lips were crucial to me but so were her speaking breaths on my skin.

“Get rid of them,” she added, as I sat back after exposing every inch of my skin.

“Your skin. It’s so tender.” She said, running her fingers down my back, from my neck to the end of my spine. It tingled my skin. It made me flinch and jitter as I felt her arm softly travel to my chest from my shoulder.

Her other hand moved toward my thighs and then to my cock, and she started teasing the tip with her dry index finger, sending shivers down my nerves.

Female’s P.O.V~

He relaxed, melting into my arm, clutching the sheets as he reacted to my every touch.

He looked aimlessly, trying to locate my fingers on his dick as I spat on my fingers, slowly lubing his dick with it. From the tip of his cock to the base of it.

But when he could not see a thing even after trying so hard, he gave, biting his lips, gasping in defeat as he rested his neck on my shoulder and slid more into my arm.

“Do you feel my fingers?” I asked. To which he nodded, parting his legs wider, breathing heavier.

“How many fingers do you feel?” I asked, slowly starting to jerk his length as I rubbed my fingers on his left nipple.

“Two.” He stuttered quickly, shaking his head, “No, three.”

“Right answer. Good boy.”

I stopped at the head of his cock, softly just jerking his head. “What am I going to do next?” I added, kissing his neck as I softly twisted his nipple, making him flinch and wince so quietly.

“Maybe you’ll torment the tip of my cock, or maybe you’ll bite my neck.” He breathed.

“I want you to be sure. Choose one.”

“How can I?” He stuttered, adding, “You’re so hard to predict.”

It made me snicker. “C’mon, you’re my sweet boy and my lover. Of course, you can predict my actions.”

“Mistress, I can’t. I am your sweet boy. Your lover. But I can’t predict my mistress’ actions. She does what she wants and she does what I can’t even imagine.”

“You’re my smart boy,” I replied, biting his neck and jerking his tip at the same time.

“That is why I’m so turned on by you. You’ve been such a good and obedient boy. You deserve this.”

“I do?” He asked, muffling at the sensation as I altered his muffles into moans when I twisted his nipple as well. His noises diluted my mind.

“Of course, you do.”

Male’s P.O.V~

“Oh, mistress, I love you.” I moaned out, letting the pleasure talk for me. She was giving me too much at once.

“I always want to be a good boy to you,” I added, regarding her reply. “Why?”

“Because then I get a reward from you. I love rewards so much.” I felt her all fingers grab my cock and jerk me faster.

“You also love punishment.” She snickered as squeezed my cock and stroked me with intensity. I felt myself reaching close to my orgasm.

“Can you blame me for that, mistress? You just fuck me so good.” I moaned, feeling her build a surge in me with her hand.

“I’m going to cum at this rate, mistress. I feel it so close.”

She hastily stopped at my words, and whispered into my ear, “You want to taste me?”

“Yes!” I quickly nodded, hearing a rustle of her moving back to the headboard of the bed as she ordered, “Crawl to me.”

Blind to any view, I gingerly crawled aimlessly, listening to her breaths and the rustles I made.

“Stop!” she added, as I felt her fingers run into my hair.

Then she tenderly led my head down. My whole body fell on the mattress and I felt the sheets rubbing on my chin.

I felt her skin around my face. Her silky skin.

Gradually I met her wetness, leaking. I could smell her sweet scent and eventually taste her sweetness on my tongue as she softly shoved my head into her cunt.

I started flicking my tongue, regarding her breaths turn into muffles. Then I sucked her clit, feeling her grip tighten into my hair.

I sucked her dripping cunt, feeling her thighs starting to narrow around my face.

Female’s P.O.V

His hips humped onto the mattress as his lips tasted my juices, holding my legs apart.

His softness altered along with time and he started slurping so roughly, growling as he said how badly he wanted me.

“You taste so good.” He said, adding, “Am I your good boy mistress? I want to be good!”

I could hear the desperation in his tone, eagerness, and lust.

He sucked me, shoving his head into my wetness. I could feel his strength as his fingers gripped my thighs tighter and his tongue eagerly thrust into me.

“Mistress, tell me I’m your good boy. Please! Call me your good boy!” He slurped, gazing at me with blinded eyes.

He looked so sexy. So hot.

“Good boy! You’re my good little boy!” I moaned, regarding him applauding, “Aghh, mistress. I love you! I love your cunt so much!”

Hastily I felt myself getting closer and closer to cumming and he noticed. “Are you going to cum, mistress?”

He growled, “Oh please cum! Cum on my tongue. I want your taste. Fill my mouth with your juices!”

His words always turn me on. He’s my submissive boy. But oh, is he aggressive? I love it!

“I want to cum as well, mistress. Can I jerk my cock as I eat you out?” He asked, punching his tongue hard on my clit.

“Do it!” I moaned, regarding his veiny arm moving between his legs.

Swiftly he started grunting, growling, and moaning as I watched hips thrusting so hard into his palm.

“I want to cum, mistress! Cum with me, please! I’ll hold it in! So, get close. You have to get close. I want us to cum together!”

I couldn’t hold myself any longer. “Are you my little slut?” I growled, clutching his hair tighter as he nodded, moaning, “Yes! Yes! Mistress, I’m your slut.”

“Oh, are you about to cum?” He moaned, feeling my thigh shaking around his face and my body wriggling along with his.

“Yes! Cum. Cum on my tongue!” He growled, flicking his tongue harder and faster as in seconds I came in his mouth, watching him thrust harder and faster into his palm.

“Oh, you taste so good! So sweet, mistress.” In seconds, he came as well. Our shaking bodies stopped as he continued sucking my clit, licking me clean.

“Good boy!” I caressed his head, softly running my hand through his hair, watching him beam his face at me. “Can I see you now, mistress?”

“Of course, baby,” I stated, softly removing his blindfolds and kissing his forehead, as I added, “You did so good. You’ve been such a good boy!”

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END OF THE SMUT

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