My Goth Mistress

"I love you so fucking much, Gwen."

"I know you do."

"You love me too, don't you?"

"Of course. But no matter how much I try, I know there's no way I can possibly be as loving as my little Cody."

I sighed happily as she helped me out of my pants. I couldn't believe this was happening. This had to be a dream, right? This couldn't be real...

But it was.

She stood behind me, her hands now down the front of my boxers, fondling my junk. I couldn't tell what was throbbing more: that or my heart.

Still keeping her hands around my little Codemeister, she backed us up to the bed. She sat down on it and coaxed me to sit on her lap. I obeyed.

One of her pale hands found its way out of my boxers and under my shirts, her light fingertips riding up my body until it reached my chest. As she felt my heartbeat quicken, she whispered in my ear, "I'm a dirty girl..."

"Unh...and I-I'm a-a lucky b-boy," I managed to say with much difficulty.

"Shh... don't talk..." she hushed softly. "Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride..."

I took a deep breath as her left thumb lightly rubbed against the tip of my member. She freed her right hand from the confines of my shirts and held it up in front of me. Kissing the back of my neck to give me the signal, I allowed some saliva to build up, and I spit as much as I could in her palm. She took the liberty of adding her own as I pulled my boxers down just enough to free my little Codemeister from his prison.

...Okay, "little" might not be the right word...

"Mmm, so big," she complimented, and it complimented back with a little throb. Holding me in place on her lap with her left hand, she started coating my erection with the saliva on her right hand, starting with the tip and moving on to the appendage keeping that tip from shooting away.

"Oooooohnnnn..." I moaned lightly, and she licked the side of my neck, making me moan some more. I gave in at that point--not that I was fighting it before, but she was in complete control now.

And I loved it.

"M-make me cum, G-Gwen," I found myself saying as she ran her hand up and down my dick, her left hand still holding me in place. I aided her by fondling my own testicles with my left hand, and I reached up to cup the side of Gwen's head with my right hand, turning my head so I could catch my goth lover's lips with my own as she worked on my throbbing member. Her hand would rise up and down repeatedly, and occasionally her palm would rest on the super sensitive tip of my dick, her fingers cupping the end for only a second, but it was such a fucking amazing second.

"Oh-ho-ho, shit..." I panted, turning away from her lips, now feeling full force the effects of the amazing hand job she was giving me. It was coming soon now, I knew it. I could feel it...

Unh...

Unh!

Unh!

Uuuuuunh!

The white substance began to spill out of me in little bursts, coating Gwen's fingertips. I slumped back into her, and she held my reclining member with her cum-covered hand. Lying back on the bed, taking me with her, she managed to scoot the both of us toward the middle of the bed, even without much help from the blissful mess on top of her. ...Yes, that would be me.

When we finally stopped, she wrapped her still stocking-clad legs around mine--some more preemptive measures to keep me in place, I assumed--and cupped my testicles with both of her hands. She kissed my neck again. "Your mistress is pleased."

"Unh... Your little..." I paused, still trying to calm my breathing, "little Cody is pleased, too..."

"Mmm, if you liked that," she whispered, "you'll love the other things I have in store for you tonight..."

"I love you... so much, Gwen..."

"I love you too, Cody babe."

"You... you have no... idea... how happy... those words make me..."

"I don't want to have an idea," she admitted. "I don't want to think there's a limit."

"...Exactly."

A long pause followed, and she took the liberty of fondling my testicles a little, causing me to moan softly. "So, what you're saying is... there's no limit to how much you love me?"

"Not that... I know of..."

She cooed, purposefully breathing on my neck. "And you say you're the lucky one."

"I don't... see how... the last three minutes... wasn't proof of that," I chuckled.

"Well... how many boys let their girlfriends be in control during little acts like this?"

"Lots of guys like hand jobs," I pointed out.

"Yeah, when the girl's on her knees like she's pleading to suck the fucking thing," she countered, and I nodded in agreement. "And the guy's standing over her like he's got the power, when really the girl's doing all the work."

"Yeah, well I learned my place a long time ago. Girls are superior to guys like me. And you," I place my hands on top of hers, which were still cupping my genitals, "are, without a doubt, superior to me, and I am so lucky to be with someone like you."

"Don't put yourself down, Cody," she said. "Why don't we just say we're both lucky, and leave it at that?"

"How are you lucky?"

"Cody, if you recall, before Shawny set us up on that blind date a few months back, I wasn't even remotely interested in dating you. If it wasn't for that, I probably wouldn't have even given you a second glance." She took a deep breath. "If that's not lucky, I don't know what is. If that didn't happen, some other girl would be getting the privilege of being your little mistress right now." She held me tighter with her legs, and reached her left hand up to my upper chest to hold me even tighter, and I got the feeling that she was trying really, REALLY hard not to let me go, as if I would fly away to somewhere--or someone--else if she wasn't holding me on top of her. "I also would've never known how amazing you are, Cody. I used to think Trent was the perfect boyfriend, but..." She stopped, and I could tell something was wrong.

"You okay?"

"Sorry... I shouldn't be mentioning my ex. Not now."

"Oh... no, it's fine."

"No, it's not," she argues. "See, that's exactly why I'm lucky. Most guys would be upset about that."

"Are you happy?"

"Huh?"

I repeated myself. "Are you happy?"

"...Yeah."

I turned my head enough to flash a smile at her. "That's all that matters." I twist myself enough to plant a little kiss on Gwen's nose before shifting back to a more comfortable position. If only that didn't mean my eyes would be fixed on the ceiling.

"So... wanna play again?"

I chuckled, but that chuckle turned quickly into gasps as her right hand began to stroke my cock again.