Good Girlfriends Dream and Learn - Part 2

Chapter 33 - Good Girlfriend Protocols - Good Girlfriends Dream and Learn - Part 2

Evan POV

It's deeply unfair just how beautiful Emma looks when she's completely and utterly exhausted. As I gaze at Emma's trussed-up form, I feel a surge of affection and love; she looks so **** and satisfied. She certainly did amazing; she's always been **** to ride, feeling self-conscious about it, but tonight she bounced and drove her body with every ounce of effort she could. I'm so proud of her.

Her body keeps twitching in my arms, even as her breath grows deeper as she drifts further from consciousness. When her breathing settles deep enough to indicate she has fallen asleep I pull my cock free with a slightly wet sound that makes me grin with satisfaction, it's hard to refute that any woman looks by far the most gorgeous when she's covered in cum and Emma is certainly no exception, my sticky fluids covering her thighs and insides make her look hot and very disheveled.

Gently untying the various knots and loops holding Emma in place, I bite off a curse from frustration so I don't wake her. How on earth did she get so good at knots? As I finally tug the last loop and untie the knot, I gently slide my arms under her body and lift with my legs.

She stirs slightly at the movement but doesn't wake, the edging into several orgasms really did a number on her. I know she's going to complain, but with results like this, I'm definitely going to keep edging her, and she can file her complaints with her pussy, which I suspect is going to vehemently disagree.

I kiss Emma's forehead as I lower her onto the bed and cover her with a blanket. Judging by the mess that will definitely need to be cleaned, I grimace before grinning as I imagine Emma doing laundry in that latex uniform; maybe a bit of mess won't be so bad.

Clearing the bed of her toys ... when did she get so many? I swear I'd only seen her use one or two. I guess she's been getting up to more without me than I'd realized, I think on a bit of a sour note. But she's learning better now. Judging by the way she held back during her riding, she's learning very effectively that Good Girlfriends don't cum without permission, perfect, such a Good Girlfriend she's becoming.

Heating up the last of the leftovers, I place down some water and covered food by her bedside and wonder if explosive orgasms into sleep is going to become a nightly tradition for her, hardly a cause for complaint, I hope. I head off to shower and change for bed while she rests, the occasional aftershocks still twitching through her with every movement of the blanket.

Emma POV

I swear I was only lying in Evans' arms for a moment before my heavy eyelids dragged me down into rest despite the ropes, and then I thought no more.

A small part of my mind is aware that my skin is filled with little spots of lightning, every whisper of softness or bite of wind making my hips twitch with remembered pleasure as I fall into a deep sleep while my body continues to be hyper-reactive. As my thoughts fade, the voices and echoes in my head start a lively discourse in bouts of color and sensation and half-comprehended ideas.

Good Girlfriends Ride, giggles with a jerk of my hips.

What would my friends and family think, responds with flushes of heat and mortification with eyes downcast.

Good Girlfriends Please, lounges with languid lustful satisfaction.

My inner feminist gestures around with wordless exasperation.

A gagged version of myself responds by enthusiastically impaling her throat on Evans's cock, gagging and deep throating defiantly, 'GOOD GIRLFRIENDS SUCK'

My pride is torn in half, ashamed and proud, shocked and excited, pulled one way then the other, unable to decide.

Over all the chaos, my kinks and hidden desires preside with smug satisfaction, flashing images of myself tied and kneeling and cumming till she screams across her mental landscape.

And through it all the echoes grown louder 'Good Girlfriends Listen and Obey, Good Girlfriends clean, Good Girlfriends are Good Maids, Good Girlfriends Present and Ride, Good Girlfriends Suck and Fuck, Good Girlfriends Serve' resounding through my mental dreamspace as the chaos rages on even as I fall deeper into sleep, the words and feelings sinking deep as the landscape fades into the background.