Good Pet

by Jamie Knight

  And then I hear the bathroom door opening. I don’t even need to wait for her to speak to know who it is, but I can barely hear her over my rapid breathing.

  “Tommy?”

  I just keep panting, sagging back into the toilet, wondering if I’m going to breathe right ever again. Right now, it doesn’t feel like that’s going to happen. Even sitting still, I feel like everything’s swimming and floating around me.

  “Tommy, honey? What’s the matter?”

  I can only answer her with incoherent mumblings about worth and clothes, I tried to care about and feel good in, that were destroyed.

  I feel Melissa come closer. I can see part of her heels underneath the stall door, and at that moment, I just want her to get away and stay away. I’m terrified for her to be close. I’m terrified for her to comfort me. The more I think about it, the more I feel like I’m being dragged down into a tattered, black hell. One where all the beautiful colors my life could be smudged, greyed out, and infected.

  “Don’t come near me,” I say. “I’m not worth all the money you spent on me. I’m not worth any of this attention, any of this love. I’m not worth anything, Melissa.” My voice is shaking, but not nearly as bad as the rest of my body. I’m feeling close to passing out with each word. “I’m not worth five dollars, let alone close to five grand.” I hear and see Melissa’s shoes move closer to the door. I hear the stall door rattle like she’s going to try to come in anyway. “Leave me alone. Leave me behind! I’m just a waste of your time and your money, and I have no idea what you see in me!”

  At this point, I stop seeing Melissa’s boots by the door, and instead, I see her head of black, chin-length hair. She’s gone from standing by the door to deciding she’s going to crawl underneath it. That’s how much she’s decided she’s not going to let me push her away.

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Melissa

  After making a mad dash to follow Tommy to an out-of-the-way bathroom in the outdoor mall complex, I’m spinning. Not just from his quick and confusing change of mood, but from how fast he moved to get away from me.

  I track him down to the bathroom and come to stand in front of his stall door. Of course, he’s locked it and tells me to leave him alone. I ask him what’s the matter, and while he gives me some kind of answer, it’s not all that coherent — something about clothes that he loved and were destroyed, and worth around those. After that, he devolves into a heavy breathing mess. Some of which is laced with words, but I can barely make them out.

  The ones I do make out, and the ones that spur me to more action, are about him being a waste of time. My time and money, specifically. And not knowing what I see in him, and that I should just leave him alone or leave him behind.

  You silly boy! I think, setting my shopping bags down on the nearby bathroom counter, and deciding he’s going to come face-to-face with me after a statement like that. That’s exactly why I wanted to do all this with you! That’s exactly why I knew you needed to get a wardrobe update, and why you needed to know how well you are loved and looked after! Because I know you believe you’re not worthy of me, just like I believed that I wasn’t worthy of someone better than Dennis! Thinking this, I follow through on my previously decided course of action: to climb under his bathroom stall door so that he can’t keep ignoring me and pushing me away.

  I’m not so temperamental or superficial that I’m willing to let him separate himself from me with a grubby bathroom floor or a locked stall door. That’s not going to keep me at bay. So, I get down on the floor and began to wiggle myself underneath the opening under the stall. I do so quickly and easily, knowing that he’s going to use any opening given to him to get away and try to keep up his own internal dialogue of self-debasement, no matter what I try to tell him. Unless I make it absolutely clear, I’m not going to let him talk or think about himself that way anymore.

  “You’ve shown me what kind of filth and garbage I was putting up with, so it’s my turn to show you unequivocally how valuable and important you are, Tommy!” I say as I finish fitting myself under the bathroom stall door and stand up to face him.

  The Tommy I see is sitting haphazardly on the toilet, looking out of breath and lost. He looks like he’s had some part of his soul drained. But at the same time, he also looks like he’s responsible for the draining. That he would rather be drained to the point of death, then sit and be confronted by me.

  The moment he sees me, he looks even more pained and more tortured, as if I’ve never given him comfort, only suffering. He puts his hands in front of his face and lets out a pathetic and cute wail. At that moment, he sounds like a puppy who’s afraid of being reprimanded and who needs love and reassurance at the same time.

  “You shouldn’t have spent any money on me,” he says mournfully. “I’m not worth any of it. Not one cent!” He sucks in a breath, but that’s only the preamble to yet more whines. “You weren’t supposed to fund this whole date! I was!” As he says this, he actually meets my eyes. He jabs a thumb at himself. “I’m your boss! Your boyfriend! I should be the one treating you to things today! I should be the one funding my own wardrobe update! Not you!” He grimaces, takes a deep breath, but only breaks down into more sadness and self-pity. “I was going to do that for you. Until...” Here, he can’t continue.

  I can’t help it. He looks so fragile and adorably distraught, I just move up to hug him. I want him to continue telling me what’s wrong. I’ve been waiting all day for him to tell me something other than, “It’s nothing.” So, I bend down next to him, hold his hand, and encourage him.

  “What happened, honey? What’s got you in such a rough spot all day? It’s not just me spending my money, is it?”

  For a moment, I fear that’s exactly what it is. I fear that I’ve accidentally emasculated him while trying to treat him to the best day of his life.

  But he shakes his head and cuddles into me for the first time since he ended up in the bathroom. “My dad,” he squeaks.

  “Your dad, what?” I ask, but I’m afraid of the answer. I’m afraid of whatever the details are, but I know I need to hear them. If I have any chance of helping him get through this, I have to know what happened, no matter how terrible it is.

  “He took my money from me,” he says, finally releasing that painful truth to me like a nail in his hand. “He took my money from me on Friday, after I went out of my way to take it out of the bank to spend for today. Just for this special day. Just for you. Just for my wardrobe, and he took all of it!”

  I’ve gone from feeling concerned and disturbed to feeling angry and helpless.

  “He left me with only about a hundred or two hundred or so,” he continues. “Not nearly enough. Not the five thousand dollars I had before. That’s why I didn’t want to buy anything.” He looks truly wretched. “I didn’t have any money to. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to ruin anything!” He tries to pull away from me, but I hold firm. “But, I guess I ruined things for you anyway!”

  I get closer to him, hold him close, and make him look me in the eye. “Stop that. No more of that. You didn’t ruin anything. If anyone ruined what this was supposed to be, it’s your dad, for stealing what money you had set aside for our day today! You did nothing wrong, honey! Absolutely nothing.” I lean forward and kiss him on the lips. When I pull away, I make plans in my head of what I’m going to do next — something involving his zipper, and his casual jeans. “I’m just sorry you didn’t feel safe enough to tell me at the beginning of the day what had happened. You can tell me anything, Tommy. Anything at all. Even that, even though I know now how embarrassing it must’ve been.”

  Slowly, I move my eyes down to his pants. Just as slowly, I bring my fingers up to his concealed zipper. “I’m sorry if I put you through any more distress accidentally, but I’d like to make it up to you. I’d like to give you something nice and relaxing. Something to get this date back on track.”

  With these words, I slowly unzip him and unbutton him
, happy that he doesn’t do anything to stop me. He doesn’t argue with me about what I’m doing or why, or whether he’s worthy of it or not. He just lets me unbutton and unzip him.

  “Especially after you’ve been so brave and strong as to keep your pledge of celibacy, even with your monster of a boss clamoring for a taste of you.” Saying this, I lick my lips and prepare myself for my first gaze of Tommy’s cock. As I put my hand in through the opening I’ve made in his jeans, I know I’m in for a treat. It’s hard and just the perfect size for some good fun.

  As I finally succeed in pulling Tommy’s hard cock free of his underwear and pants and get my first look along with my first feel, it’s exactly what I was imagining. Exactly as I had hoped — thick and long.

  I lick my lips, already drooling at looking at all those inches I’m about to enjoy in my mouth. “Just sit back and enjoy, my love. Your girlfriend’s got it all under control.”

  With that said, I bring my lips down on his cockhead. The moment my lips touch him, I’m in heaven. And so is he, by the gasp that floods the open air, and the tremble I feel rock through us both.

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Tommy

  The minute Melissa puts her mouth down on my dick, I’m breathless as well as speechless. After weeks of fantasizing about her doing something like this to me, and years of dreaming and praying for a good girl to show me love this way, I’m out of my head with pleasure. It’s slick, wet, and warm. But more than that, it’s the feeling of Melissa’s tongue on my length that is driving me wild.

  She pushes her mouth all the way down to my base, before coming back up. As she moves up, she makes the hungriest, the most delighted sound I’ve ever heard. The one I’ve been hoping I would hear from a girl as she blows me.

  After this first trip up and down my length, Melissa sets herself into a slow rhythm. As she moves her mouth and tongue along me, around my shaft and cockhead, I watch her. I savor every moist, sucking sound that reaches my ears and every moan of pleasure and delight that follows.

  I shiver, feeling the tremble and squeeze of her lips with more and more clarity, the more noise she makes. It’s like her happy, committed slurping makes me feel things more deeply. And watching her, the way her cheeks bulge out to accommodate my girth, the way her lips expand and glisten with her saliva, that makes me even harder.

  Watching me watch her, Melissa makes her eyes bigger. She bats her eyelashes at me and murmurs, “My boyfriend has such a big, thick cock. The biggest, most thick cock I’ve ever seen. It satisfies my appetite, one I’ve had for years, so well, Tommy.” She’s taken her mouth off me some to say this, but as she says that last part, she plunges her mouth back over me. As she does so, I whimper and shiver. I grip her hair, pulling her head down onto me just slightly.

  Feeling my hands in her hair, Melissa picks up her speed. Where her previous sucking and licking rhythm was slow and methodical, this one is faster. It is more vigorous, intent on making me stiffen. So much so, that I’m actually beginning to shake under the stiff, hard pulses going through me.

  I let out a stiff, strangled groan. “Oh my God, pet,” I whisper, feeling sucked into the sensations running up all around and through my cock. Sensations feeling like a silky flame rubbing the inside of my veins inside the walls of my cock. It’s a strange, addictive sensation. One I’m beginning to like, the more I’m feeling it. “Oh my God, Melissa! It feels so good and so strange! Like you’re sucking and licking me in a place that shouldn’t exist!” I hang on to Melissa’s hair a bit tighter and lean back.

  The moment I do that, Melissa comes down on me with more energy. She tightens her lips around my shaft, and really begins to bob up and down. She’s going so fast I can barely tell where one trip up and down begins, and another one ends. Under it all, I’m beginning to pant and squirm.

  Just when I think that she’s making me as excited and as pleasure drunk as she possibly can, Melissa reaches up and grabs my balls. She massages and fondles them, at the same time that she circles my base, shaft, and head with her tongue. Her massage and fondling of my balls begins to match the rhythm of her mouth and tongue.

  I let out a whimpering laugh as the sensations collide, and I feel simultaneously tender and tight. I’m ready to explode in a fiery ball of hard, happy jolts of electricity, and melt into a pool of magma. But my laugh quickly turns into a cry of pleasure, followed by labored breathing. Through it all, Melissa keeps up her pace, even when I’m trembling and shaking under her lips. Even when I start to squirm on the toilet seat, and feel myself arching up and toward her, she doesn’t stop. She doesn’t lose her hold on me.

  “Oh my God, pet!” I ball my free hand up, feeling my balls clench, and my shaft fills with a warm, fiery release. “Right there! Right there!” My other hand, the one curled in Melissa’s hair, that one tightens. It grips her even more, but Melissa doesn’t respond negatively. She gives me a delighted squeal instead, using this as a moment to increase her already fast speed.

  But now she begins to focus all of her attention on my cockhead, nibbling and licking it in alternating patterns and speeds. As she does so, she moans happily, like she’s eating the best meal she’s ever had. With each little nibble and lick, I twitch. Feel myself building toward release. Melissa feels it too, and that’s when she decides to go back to sucking on my shaft — like a lollipop. She does so with so much strength and dedication, I feel like a chocolate and peanut butter cup having its peanut butter scooped out and by the softest, most exotic-feeling tongue.

  Before I realize it, my orgasm is on me. Like a sparkling wave of blissful, tender pleasure, I’m suddenly melting from the inside out. The warmth and tingling that I’ve been feeling in my shaft, and in my balls has suddenly leaked out and upward. It’s pumping through me like liquid lightning, and it’s filling Melissa’s eager mouth.

  With each rolling, bursting shot of my cum, she’s there immediately lapping it up and gulping it down with fervor and lust. And this only makes me cum more for her. My balls clench even tighter than I thought possible, squeezing out another load. It’s a small one, but it comes with a huge, thundering ball of pleasure. Sensitivity and tenderness like I’ve never experienced before. It’s like my cock is a lightning rod, and Melissa’s the storm. And her storm has just hit me.

  Under it, I shake. I moan though it’s a low, animalistic groan. As it rattles up and through me, so does that last load. It shoots out in thin, hot streams. All of which Melissa immediately accepts into her warm throat. Her throat twitches and jiggles with anticipation. I’m happy to feed her totally and completely.

  “So much sweet cum,” says Melissa as she swallows the last little bit I’ve given her, and seals it with a tongue-heavy kiss on my lips — one that tastes strongly of my seed. But it’s not a turnoff. If anything, it makes me even warmer.

  “I do believe I’ve milked you dry, sir.” As Melissa murmurs this going in for a second kiss, I pull her toward me. I make her sit on my lap as she kisses me while I get my hand into the front of her pants.

  Even without my cock in her, her pussy is already wet, slick, and ready for me. I can tell by the juice on her lower lips. I also feel her legs trembling, begging me to spread them and enjoy her.

  I will, but out of this bathroom and out of the public eye.

  As it is, I can hear someone coming toward our makeshift love nest. A very sporty, jock-sounding guy. Someone I’m not eager to have find us fooling around. I give Melissa one final kiss, being sure to run my tongue along the roof of her mouth before pushing her from my lap and onto her feet.

  “I want you,” I whisper. “Badly. But not here. Not now.”

  Right as I whisper this, the door to the bathroom comes open, and a new pair of feet traverse the floor. The feet stop in front of one of the urinals, and within a few seconds, Melissa and I both hear the sound of piss draining into the porcelain.

  Melissa looks at me, appearing extremely flushed and excited. She’s so red around her mouth and cheeks, you�
��d think she’d come down with a fever. “At my place then,” she whispers. “I think we’ve done enough shopping for today.”

  Over her whispered words, the man shakes himself off, zips himself up, and leaves the bathroom. All without seeming to notice or care about the fact that two people are in a stall together. Which is fine by me. I’m ready to put the shopping behind us and get back to Melissa’s. Where I plan to taste her fully if that’s what she desires.

  I stand up from the toilet, put my cock back in my pants, zip-up, and volunteer to be the first out the door. As I unlock the stall door and step outside into the main bathroom, I say, “Maybe after I take you, we can order takeout.”

  Melissa slips out of the stall and out from behind me. Quickly, she goes to grab all of our shopping bags. Enough for at least two or three in each hand, and says, “Lovely. If it means we get to stay in longer, then I’m all for it.” With that, she exits out of the bathroom, making me watch every swish of her hips and every shake of her ass as she goes.

  By the way she looks back at me over her shoulder, I know she knows how crazy she’s making me. And that just makes me love her — and want her — all the more.

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Melissa

  With my mouth still tingly from giving Tommy the blow job I’ve been dreaming of giving him for at least a week now, we leave our secret hideaway, and head back through the fancy cobblestone pathways flowing through the outdoor mall, to the parking lot, where my car is no doubt baking in the sun.