Exclusive?
I was in her room, watching her put on her stockings; she looked so pretty it was almost painful. "What?" she asked, seeing me watching her. "Are...are we like...dating?" I asked.
She looked at me and smiled. "Yes," she smiled sweetly at me.
"Like...like boyfriend and girlfriend?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, "like boyfriend and girlfriend, why?"
"I don't know," I said. "It's just...I mean...if we're dating, then I guess I thought we would be...I don't know...exclusive?"
"I had this planned before I met you," she said, "I can't just cancel. Besides, it's just Jason."
Jason was a guy she was dating when I met her. "I'm sorry," I said, "it just...I mean...if we're boyfriend and girlfriend, then I guess I...I just thought...we'd be exclusive?"
"He's not my boyfriend," she smiled, "you are. He's...I don't know...Jason."
"But...but he knows you have a boyfriend now, right?" I asked.
She nodded. "Of course," she said, satisfied with her stockings. "It's the stockings, isn't it?"
"They...they're..."
"He's got a thing for stockings," she said, "he likes when I wear them on a date."
"A...a date?"
"Hon, you knew I was seeing him when you asked me out," she said, "not like boyfriend and girlfriend, but...you said you were cool with that. He was...he didn't mind me dating you."
"I just assumed...I mean...that you'd...that we'd be..."
"Exclusive, you said that. Listen, hon," she said, "you're my only boyfriend, I promise. You're the only one I'm dating. Jason and I just...you know...like friends with benefits, like we go out and hook up now and then."
"Hook up?"
She shrugged. "Will you get my dress for me? The red one on the back of the door."
I got the dress, s slinky red satin slip dress, watched as she put it on. "Help, please," she said, turning around so I could zip it for her. "You're so sweet," she said.
"Will...will you call later?" I asked.
She gave me a smile, a soft kiss. "Yes," she said, "if I come home. But if I stay over with him, I'll call in the morning. I can't very well call my boyfriend from a date, can I?"
She gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and grabbed her purse. "Be good while I'm gone, okay?"
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A few hours later my phone buzzed. It was a text from her: "Having fun. Staying over tonight. Sweet dreams, boyfriend."
I barely slept.
The next morning she finally came home around 10. I was waiting in her room like an idiot, heart pounding. She looked a little dishevelled but still stunning, hair slightly messy, makeup faded, that red dress wrinkled. The faint scent of another man's cologne clung to her.
"Hey hon," she said warmly, kicking off her heels. "Miss me?"
"Yeah," I whispered.
She smiled and stepped closer, running her fingers through my hair. "Good. Because I have a present for you." From her purse she pulled out a small black box and opened it. Inside was a pink plastic chastity cage, complete with a little lock and key.
My face burned.
"I told Jason about you last night," she said casually as she started unbuttoning my shirt. "He thought it was cute that you're my official boyfriend now. He also thought you'd look adorable locked up while I go out and have fun. So... we're going to try this."
I was too stunned and turned on to argue much. She was gentle but firm as she fitted the cage onto me, her fingers teasing my hardening cock until it was straining uselessly against the plastic. The click of the lock made me shiver.
"There," she said, dangling the key in front of my face before slipping it onto a chain around her neck. "Now you're officially my locked-up little boyfriend."
She pushed me gently onto the bed and hiked up her dress. Her stockings were still on, but her panties were gone. Her pussy looked swollen and flushed. A thick, pearly trickle of another man's cum was already leaking down her thigh.
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I hesitated, but she placed a hand on the back of my head and guided me between her legs. The smell was strong, her scent mixed with his. My caged cock throbbed painfully as I pressed my tongue against her messy folds and started licking.
"That's it," she moaned, spreading her legs wider. "Be a good boyfriend and clean another man's cum out of your girlfriend's pussy. All of it."
I licked deeper, sucking gently, tasting the salty, bitter evidence of Jason's load. She was soaking wet, grinding against my face as I worked. Every swallow made my face burn with humiliation and my locked cock leak helplessly.
"Mmm, you're doing so well," she purred, stroking my hair. "This is what good boyfriends do when their girlfriend comes home from a date. You clean me up nice and pretty for you."
She came once with my tongue inside her, thighs trembling around my head, pushing out even more of Jason's cum for me to swallow. When she finally relaxed, she pulled me up and kissed me deeply, tasting herself and him on my lips.
"See? We're exclusive in our own way," she whispered, tapping the cage with one finger. "You're the only one who gets to be my boyfriend... and the only one who gets to clean me after a real men fucks me."
She smiled sweetly and added, "Now go make me some coffee, locked boy. We can talk about when I'm seeing Jason again."