This is not a story. Or at least it’s not THE story. It is merely the story of how it all began. A prelude, so you might say. For this story explains how he started to alter my mind, turning me into the desperate, always wet and ready, and always good girl that I am now.Don’t get me wrong. I was almost always ready for sex, even before it began. I enjoyed sex, and a few words or touches were all it usually took to get me in the mood. And our sex life was good. The main difference between then and now is that it doesn’t take those few words anymore. No matter how and where, if he walked up to me now, he would immediately be greeted by a wet, warm… well, I am getting ahead of myself.It all started with his business trip. He told me he would be gone for a week, which was not unusual. He would leave on Monday, so we planned for him to spend Sunday evening at my place, to make up for the week without sex. Little did I know how those 7 days were going to change my life.Day 0:The evening started slow. Even though we undressed each other within 10 minutes of his arrival, we just spent the next few hours caressing each other, cuddling and talking. His hand were all over my body, caressing my breasts, slightly twisting my nipples, exploring the wetness between my legs. And yet, he did not initiate anything more, and there was a mood in the air, that somehow kept me from making a move for more. It kept me still, even after the sensation of his hands exploring every inch of me drove me higher and higher as time went by. Maybe it was his right arm, that was wrapped around me tightly, keeping me in place. Did he always hold me this tight? No, that was nonsense. But why was he not all over me yet? “Well, he is probably thinking about his work week ahead, and not in a real mood for sex tonight”, I thought to myself, and decided to just enjoy his touches, and be content with it.“Can I ask you for a favor?” Something in his tone made me perk up, setting this question aside from the conversation that had been going on in the last few hours. A favor. Immediately, my mind started wandering. And the constant touch of his hands on my body made it wonder in only one direction. Could this night still turn sexual? Would I at least get to suck him off? Maybe that could lead to more after all… “You? Any time!”, I said with what I hoped was a seductive tone. “And are you going to say yes, not matter what I ask?”, I could hear the smirk on his face, even though he was lying next to me and I could not see him. His hand was at my right nipple again, pinching it lightly as he spoke. The feeling went right down to my pussy, which was aching with the need to be touched. The constant play of his fighers made me bold, and I trusted him enough to reply “Anything you ask for. After all, I want you to think of me while you are away”. “Oh, I will think of you! And I assume you will think of me as well. Because I want you to not cum until I am back”. I could still hear the smirk in his voice. “What do you mean, not cum? You mean at all?” I was incredulous. “None at all, my dear. I want you to save yourself, or me.” How could he demand that? He knew about the toy in my bed stand. Hell, he even knew that I used it every evening, sometimes even after he left, thinking about the evening we shared. I was not used to going for longer than a day or two without. But well, I had already committed, right? And how hard could it be? After all, I could just make myself busy throughout the week. And there was still tonight, wasn’t there? I would just have to ensure that tonight would last me through the week. And something about the thought of keeping myself denied for him was also intriguing, though I could not put it in words, and would definitely never let him know that. Only my hard nipples, or the gush of wetness between my legs might have given it away.“Fine”, I grumbled, “though that was not at all the kind of favor I was hoping for.” “It wasn’t? What would you rather have had me ask?” There it was again, that same tone he had used earlier. I could see his grin without looking at his face. It drove me mad, now that he had used it to trap me. And it made me even wetter. I finally got myself out from under his arm, rolled over, and slowly moving my head closer to his dick. It was waiting for me hard and firm, which made me wonder, for I had not touched it in a few minutes. But I put the thought aside, as I slowly licked up the shaft, finally making my tongue climb up and over his tip. “I was thinking about something like this”, I said in a playfully sulking tone, before engulfing it in my lips. I would get my release tonight. I just had to get him horny enough, and he would take me, pounding me until I got my orgasm. Maybe more than one. Enough to last me through the week!Yet, somehow, tonight was different. I could feel it immediately, when his cock entered my mouth. The throbbing I felt straight from the first lick. I could feel how close he already was. Could feel his lust pulsating in my mouth. The thought of me denying my orgasms for a week seemed to turn him on more than I had expected. And I knew, if I went on now, the show would be over before we got to fuck. I knew, that here it was his pleasure versus mine. And I felt my tongue moving faster, and my lips tighten as I started to suck more strongly. Even before my conscious mind had made a decision, I knew that my body had betrayed me, placing his satisfaction over mine. And I would give him his satisfaction, and do it right. My tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, my hands playing with his balls and shaft. The wetness was dripping out of my pussy, that would not get to feel a cock tonight. I spared it no thought, focusing on the hard dick pulsing in my mouth. It did not last long after that, before I felt him release himself in my mouth. He groaned, his hips bucked, and I felt stream after stream flowing in my mouth. And while I swallowed, I knew that I had lost my last incentive for him to make me cum tonight.He held me tight after that, whispering into my ear how good that felt. Held me tight, and continued to teasingly play with my arousal. Soon it grew time for him to leave, and he made sure to spend the last 5 minutes he had in bed with me by playing with my clit. So soft, so agonizingly soft. Too soft to bring me to the edge, but turning me on oh so much.After he was dressed and about to leave, he leaned in to me closely, and whispered into my ear. He whispered something he had not told me until that day. Not in those exact words. My body spasmed as he said those two words, my pussy clenching tightly. Just two words, and yet this was when I finally knew that I would grant his wish. That I would keep my promise not to cum, no matter how hard it would be. Two words that I had always longed to hear, without ever knowing: “Good girl”.********Let me know if this has enough potential to be continued. 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