[The Good Guy]Nice guys should finish last.

“MMPH!” Maisie cries out in surprise as you kiss her. You pull back.

“Sorry, I got carried. . .”

“No, you just caught me off guard. Do it again.” She demands, so you do.

Her lips are soft as they press back against yours. You gently push your tongue against her mouth. She parts her lips, letting you in, and you sit on your couch, holding her, kissing her for several moments. You feel Maisie’s hands as they find your back and she starts running her hands over your back and sides. She’s touching you and kissing you. It takes a good deal of effort to not freak out. You try to focus, you want to do better this time.

You break the kiss to breathe and look at her. “Did you like that?” You ask awkwardly.

“It was better, do you want to kiss more?” she asks you. You nod your head. This time she comes at you slowly, you feel her lips brush over yours, it feels electric, sparks running through your body at her touch. Her lips press harder as they pull your lips between them. She kisses your bottom lip, pulling it to her slightly before letting it go. God this feels amazing.

When her tongue enters your mouth she flicks it against your teeth before touching, and then exploring your own tongue with hers. You try to match the movements of her tongue with your own, you can’t believe how incredible it feels to kiss her.

She pulls away.

“Maisie, that was awesome.” You tell her. “You’re a really good kisser.”

“You liked it?” she asks.

“Oh yeah.” You answer.

“Good.” she says, then smiles at you softly.

“What about you.” You ask.

“That was only our second kiss, babe.” She replies, not answering the question.

You sighed. It was ridiculous to think you’d improve a lot just by wanting to do better. Maisie’s used to handsome guys who have dated other girls, they probably knew what they were doing.

“Oh, Babe, it’s okay. Nobody’s good at kissing right off the bat. Let’s do it again, you’ll get the hang of it.” She says. You aren’t really feeling it right now though.

“Maisie, are you attracted to me?” You ask.

“I am, you are sweet and loyal, always have been. But more than that you’re a good guy. Really. I had hoped when I chose you for, you know, for the curse. But you’ve been better than I even hoped. The way you care about me, respect me, it’s super sexy babe.”

“Maisie, tell me the truth, are you attracted to me physically.” You follow up, bracing yourself for the answer you know is coming.

Her eyes turn sad. “No.” she says, the command not letting her take time or shape the answer. “But babe,” she’s quick to follow up, “that’s not as important. We can get past that, I want you, I want to be with you.”

“Because of the curse.”

“No, not at all.” She says. But you don’t believe her.

“Maisie,” you start and you see her face fall, the tears start to run. “tell the truth, if you weren’t under your curse, would you want me?”

“No.” she says, her head down, tears falling.

“Because you aren’t attracted to me.” You say, the bitterness finding its way back to you.

She nods her head, then she speaks. “You are talking about a fantasy.” She says. “That’s not who I am, that’s not the world I live in.”

“Yeah, but. . .” you start but she cuts you off.

“If you were super handsome and athletic and rich and all the girls liked you, would you have spent all your time with me?” she asks.

“What does that have to do with this?” you ask.

“You look at me the way you do because of who you are, the way the world treats you. I’m the same. This curse, it forces me to change what I value in a man. And you, babe, you are perfect for me. You are what I need, what I want. It’ll get better.”

She’s right. It’s true she’s here because of the curse, that the only reason she values you is her curse, but it isn’t like the curse is going away.

“I’m sorry, Maisie.” You say and hug her. You hold her to you. “I’ll figure it out.”

She kisses your neck. “I can still be good to you.” She says. You let her go and she reaches down, her hand finding your crotch. “You’ve been so good to me, will you let me be good to you?”

Fuck. The way her eyes look at yours, the way she licks her lips as she waits for your answer. How would you even say no? You do your best to nod to her as your dick threatens to explode in your pants. She slides off the couch and grabs the waistband of your shorts. She pulls them down and your penis escapes, rock hard in your excitement.

“Not bad, babe.” She says.

You know you are average size, you’ve read the articles, you’ve measured yourself, you know you are right in the average range for men. She seems to be okay with that so. . . Oh God, fuck!

“Maisie, I’m gonna. . .” You warn. Damn, all she did was touch the tip of your cock and run her tongue up the outside of it.

“Damn, that excited?” She asks as she looks up to you.

“I’m sorry, I’ve never. . .”

“Oh God, I’m sorry!” Maisie says. She shifts her weight back, sitting back on the balls of her feet, looks at you. “Damn, so I get to be your first.” You nod. You don’t want to cum right away, but you are ready to explode just looking at her.

“You know what, lets just get the first one out of the way.” She says. “Don’t worry about lasting, just let it go.”

“Okay.” You manage to say. She grabs your thigh, cradles your balls in her other hand and takes you inside her mouth. It only takes a second of feeling her warm, soft mouth sucking on you for you to cum.

“Fuck, Maisie.” You say, overwhelmed.

“Mmm, you don’t taste half bad, babe.” She smiles at you as she says it.

“I’m sorry.” You apologize, you feel bad, she’s locked herself into being with you and you cum that fast. . .

“Babe, don’t worry about it. I would be offended if you lasted very long.”

“Really?”

She kisses your rapidly softening cock. “Yeah.” She answers. “Do you want to know the truth, Babe?”

You nod.

“Knowing what was coming, with the curse and all, I read a lot about sex. I read about pleasing men, I read about kinks, BDSM. I read worse stuff too, things women have lived through. . . I mean, I knew what was coming, I wanted to be prepared.”

“Damn.” You say, you never knew.

“So. . .” she climbs back up on the couch beside you, rests her head on your shoulder. “I practiced oral a lot. I’m pretty damn good at it. I figured it might help my situation if I was good at pleasing my master.”

“That’s fucked up.” You say.

“It’s what it is.” She answers as she wraps her arms around you, cuddling into your chest.

“What about sex?” You ask. You knew she wasn’t a virgin, but now you were curious.

“What about it?” she counters.

“Like, hmm, I don’t really know how to ask this.” You say, trying to put into words what you want to know.

“Don’t worry, Babe, you can ask me anything.”

“You looked up all that stuff, did you ever, you know, experiment?” You ask. Maybe you are just a pervert, but you are honestly curious about what all she explored as she prepared herself for the curse.

“You sure you want to know?” She asks you.

You laugh. You understand, she didn’t want you to get upset finding out what stuff she’d done, but you didn’t think that would be a problem for you.

“Maisie, I know you and Marcus dated, and I helped him pass World History, remember. He talked about you.”

She sat up, blushing. Marcus was on the basketball team, he was tall, fit and decently handsome. He was also a well-known player. He was successful at it because it got around the school that he was well endowed and apparently good at what he did. It was almost a test among the girls at your high school to see who could handle him. More than a few girls missed the next day at school after going out with him.

“Yeah.” She says. “A decent number of guys I went with simply because of their reputation. Like Marcus,” she pauses as she looks at you, “or Drew.”

Drew was an asshole. Treated girls like shit. Bossed them around, cheated on them. Of course that meant he always had a girlfriend, a lot of hot ones too. You’d never been madder than the two weeks Maisie spent dating him.

“I never could understand why you went out with him.” You say, your fists balling up at the thought of that filth touching Maisie.

“I needed to see if I could handle it. If I could survive that kind of treatment.”

“And?” you ask.

“I couldn’t. I can handle rough sex, but the way he treated me in public, the way he constantly tried to make me feel small and weak, I hated it.”

You don’t know what to say, so you pull her back into a hug.

“It scared me, you know? Knowing what was coming, knowing how much I hated the way he treated me. My grandma always told me I had a strong spirit, and that someday my master would take that from me. She was trying to help me, prepare me, but it always pissed me off.”

“I thought your grandmother died before you were born.” You say.

“That was the story.” She answers. “Grandpa agreed to it to try and protect the other girls in the family.”

“Then what happened to her?” You ask.

“You remember his nurse?”

Do you remember? How could you forget, she was smoking hot and always around her grandfather. . . “Oh.” You say as the realization hits you.

“Yeah. Grandma got him to agree to not change her feelings or mind before she was 18, before giving him control. He kept the deal. She was okay with him doing a lot of things to her. She did a lot of crazy stuff for him. I mean real crazy stuff. But he never **** her against her will.”

You remember the way she talked about her mother. “You’d prefer that to what your mother has?”

Maisie nods. “Although I’d rather not fuck horses to be honest.”

You cough. “What?”

“The curse, he could ruin her, have her broken, bloodied, in bad shape and then command her to be better. Make her pussy tight for him again, make her a virgin again, make her look younger, or like a different person. We weren’t even allowed to be in the house when he had poker night.”

“Shit, and she was okay with all that?”

“She had to be, I mean, really, what choice did she have? It’s why she warned me about having a strong spirit. She endured all of it, and strangely, they loved each other. He really loved her, and she him. It was weird. Plus I think she actually liked a lot of it, knowing any hurts or injury wouldn’t kill her, and her husband could fix her right up afterwards let her really let go. Once he couldn’t get it up anymore, they found ways to keep her, and him, happy.”

“That’s crazy.” You say.

“Babe?”

“Yeah?”

“Did me talking about my grandma get you hard?” Maisie asks you as she runs her hand over your crotch.

“Hey, you were lying on me too.” You say in your defense.

“You want to try something?” she asks you, her eyes hopeful.

“What do you want to try?” You ask, afraid to even think of what she is planning.

“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to give a guy a boob-job. I mean, I can do it a little bit, but I always wanted to do it with really big tits.”

You just stare at her, imagining.

“What, you don’t want that?” Blushing as she asks. You pull yourself out of your boob-fantasy stupor.

“Hell yeah I do, how big are we talking?”

She smiles at you. “I don't know. I'll let you decide. You can picture it then make the command, it will go with the image in your mind.”

“Maisie, you have. . .” She cuts you off with a squeal.

“Wait, Babe, let me take my top off, I’m wearing one of my favorite bras.”

You don’t respond, you just stare as she quickly pulls off her hoodie and unfastens her bra, tossing it to the floor. She looks back to you and sees your jaw hanging as you stare. She laughs.

“I probably should have done that sexier for you.” She says.

“Damn, Maisie, I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to this.” You say, unable to pull your eyes away from her perfect breasts. You’ve imagined them, looked for nude models with similar builds as Maisie, but seeing her topless, she’s perfect.

“Well, you are just going to have to find a way to adapt.” She teases you. You look at her as a mischievous smile spreads across her face. She bites her lip, then hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, she quickly pulls them and panties down and steps out of them. Instead of standing back up Maisie kneels before you on the rug right in front of your couch. You freeze, your jaw hanging, you can't do more than stare at her.

"Do you like what you see, Master?" She asks you, reveling in the effect she has on you.

You pull yourself together enough to nod.

“Now do it," she says, her voice breathy and low. "I want you to fuck my tits.”

“Maisie," your voice cracks as you say her name, you swallow before continuing; "you have really big breasts.” Your brain goes right to the idea of double-D size breasts. You don't really even know how big that is in real life, it's just where your brain goes as you gawk at the incredibly hot and fully naked woman kneeling on your apartment floor.

Her hands go to her breasts as they expand, her mouth open in shock as the curse reshapes her perky, medium sized breasts into incredible large orbs.

“Holy shit, Babe.” Maisie says. “That felt weird.”