My Girlfriend's Blowjobs Are Legendary! Too Bad They're Not Just For Me… Part 10

The bell over the café door jingled as Nora dragged me beside her. Bean There was warm and cozy, the air thick with the smell of roasted beans, fitting for its name I supposed, and sugary sweets. A chalkboard menu stretched across the wall, covered in artisanal handwriting with doodles of smiling cartoon mugs.

“Hallo!” Nora greeted her brightly, accent rolling off the word as she finally released me to casually lean on the counter. Her sweater tightened over her chest in the pose, and I swear the poor barista nearly dropped her pen as she turned around from her doodling on the sign indicating the days specials.

The girl couldn’t have been more than twenty-five—short, barely five feet tall, with big doe eyes that blinked up at us as if we’d startled her. A green apron with a smiling coffee mug printed across the middle hung over a tight black T-shirt that clung to the soft curves of her chest, the straps around her waist cinched just tight enough to show off the contrast between her impressive chest and slim waist. Below that, slim khaki pants hugged her hips and legs. Between her petite frame, freckled cheeks, and that shy smile, she had the kind of sweetness that probably kept half the town’s men coming back for refills. She blinked at us, then gave a quick, nervous grin. “Um, hi! Welcome to Bean There. Table for two?”

“Yes, please,” Nora purred, sliding her glasses down her nose just enough to peer over them. Her eyes roamed the barista slowly, almost clinically, as if she were weighing whether the girl was a rival worth her attention or simply another pretty face passing by. Satisfied with her private verdict, Nora’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “But first… need coffees. What cutie like you recommend?”

“Oh, um—” the barista stammered, cheeks coloring at the sudden compliment. “The caramel latte is really popular, or the lavender mocha, if you want something… softer.”

“Mmm, Luca, you hear? You like soft things, maybe lavender suits you, ja?” Nora glanced back at me, eyes glinting with her hidden meaning before turning back to the barista. “But I take caramel latte please and thank.”

“And for you? Will you be having the lavender mocha, sir?” the barista asked, pausing just a beat too long. Her eyes flicked from me to Nora—still leaning over the counter, still effortlessly towering over her—and back again. I could see the wheels turning behind those wide, doe eyes, trying to figure out which box to put us in: average guy with a hot friend, or average guy with a hot girlfriend. The tiniest smile tugged at her lips as if she’d made her choice. “Your girlfriend is right. If you like sweet and cozy drinks, you’ll love the lavender mocha. I have it every morning myself.” She puffed out her chest as she said it, prideful… or maybe just subtly trying to show Nora she wasn’t completely outclassed.

“Uhh, sure. I guess I’ll try it,” I said quickly, my voice a little too rushed. My cage tightened unbearably as I stood caught between them—the cute barista with her big doe eyes and tight apron, and Nora, my towering, smirking goddess. Watching two beauties like this, while locked up and helpless, was almost cruel.

Nora’s lips curled in a satisfied little smile at the barista’s choice of words. She gave a slow, approving nod, then slid her hand over my arm, resting it there with deliberate weight—casual enough to look natural, but her message to me was unmistakable. “You are mine Luca.” Her gaze flicked sideways, just long enough to meet the barista’s eyes with a raised brow, as if daring her to test the claim.

“Perfect,” she said before the girl could respond, tapping the counter with her long crimson nail. “One lavender mocha, one caramel latte for my boyfriend, and maybe… biscotti? You have still, ja? Last I come you sell out.”

“Uh, yes! We’re famous for our biscotti so we sell out by midafternoon most days. Right now we have almond and chocolate chip left.”

Nora hummed, tilting her head as if she were weighing a choice of cosmic importance. The silence stretched just long enough to make the barista fidget before the corner of her lips curved upward. “Mmm… both. Boyfriend say he treat me, so I not jump him in park. He very cute, ja?” She shot me a wicked wink, and the poor girl’s pen nearly stumbled across the paper as her cheeks burned red.

“I… uh… mhm. And, um… do you and your—boyfriend—want a table inside or outside?” the barista asked, glancing between me and Nora as if I could reassure her it was just a crude joke.

I felt her gaze pinning me down, desperate for that reassurance, and all I could do was look down at Nora’s hand resting on mine as her grip tightened possessively. Heat flooded my face, and my brain completely checked out. My silence—my inability to even meet the barista’s eyes—made it painfully obvious it wasn’t just a joke.

Nora, noticing the moment, tilted her head with that little smirk of hers, pointing toward the softly lit seating area in the back, the one with couches and small tables that felt almost like a private little world.

“Inside is fine,” Nora began.

But looking at that cozy little nook Bean There had perfected, all I could think about was how dim it was. For a moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the shop. Sitting back there alone with her would be… perfect. And incredibly dangerous given her earlier mood. The soft, atmospheric lighting wouldn’t help with that either.

I sighed, cleared my throat, and gave her hand a gentle squeeze to get her attention. Rising onto my toes, I leaned in to whisper, “It’s a little dark in there…”

Nora turned toward me, her teasing expression replaced with a softness that made my chest tighten. She bent close and murmured, “Right… sorry. I forget, Luca.”

Then, as if nothing at all had happened, Nora straightened and turned back to the still-blinking barista. “On second thought, we sit outside. Sunshine good for boy. He need get out more—I tell him all time. Go touch grass.”

The barista let out a nervous little giggle, nodding quickly before handing Nora a table number on a stick.

Without missing a beat, Nora turned her back so the girl couldn’t see and slid the number down between her sweater and bra like it was a bookmark, then shot me a wicked grin. “See? Seat already safe. Reserved right here.”

I groaned under my breath, risking a glance back to the counter. The barista’s head was down, scribbling our order dutifully—but the flush on her cheeks and the way she fought a smile told me she’d heard every word. My heart skipped and my cage throbbed, the mix of embarrassment and arousal winding together until it hurt.

Nora, of course, knew exactly what she was doing. She tugged me toward the patio like she owned the place, chest thrust out, hips swaying, strutting as if she’d just conquered some private competition between her and the poor girl. And judging by the heat in my face and the ache between my legs, she wasn’t wrong.

The patio was small but cozy, a few wrought-iron tables with little potted plants at the center. The sun was warm, a soft breeze carrying the smell of fresh coffee through the air. Nora chose a corner table, then dragged me into the chair opposite her with a playful tug, patting the seat like she was training a puppy. “Sit, boy,” the gesture said, affectionate and bossy all at once. She slid Ms. Bunny of your shoulder next, plopping her down in her own chair between us before finally settling down across me like like a queen claiming a throne.

“Ahhh.” She sighed dramatically, stretching her arms overhead until her sweater strained across her chest. “Perfect date. Sun, coffee, boyfriend blushing like tomato. Every girls dream.”

I slumped down, muttering, “You really don’t have to announce it like that.”

“Announce?” She tilted her head, lips curling into that wicked smile. “Is not announcement if everyone already see. Is only natural shy boy blush with hot date. Nobody judge, promise.” She reached across the table and tapped the tip of my nose. “See? Soft. Very cute. Like puppy.”

I swatted her hand away, cheeks burning, and tried to hide behind the tiny plant in the middle of the table. “You’re impossible.”

Nora’s laugh rolled across the empty patio. Lowering her voice just enough for only me to hear, she leaned across the table again, glasses sliding down her nose. “But admit it, Luca… is fun, ja? Little teasing, little game. Even barista girl look jealous at how cute we are.”

My cage throbbed at the memory. I risked a glance toward the sidewalk; thankfully no one had looked over when Nora spoke so loudly. Relief and humiliation painfully churning together deep within in my groin.

 “I don’t get how you can act so openly,” I muttered as my hands nervously tapped the table. “Don’t you ever feel embarrassed?”

Her grin widened. “Luca, your girlfriend meet stranger every day and suck fat cock for living. Little joke not going make me embarrassed.” She said it loud enough for anyone on the street to hear, just to make her point.

My ears went hot. My cock strained in the cage so hard it almost hurt.

“I like this lot more Luca.” She added, softer now, her tone shifting. “Never been on real date like say before. Is very cute having my boy get all flustered whenever I make horny.”

I swallowed, then cleared my throat. “You… must have gone on tons of dates with clients before though, right? I mean…” I leaned in, lowering my voice. “As an escort isn’t it your job to… well… escort people?”

Nora leaned back, crossing her legs and lacing her fingers under her chin. “Well yes. Go on many date. Rich guy hire me to be girlfriend for day to show off for friends. Or when CEO need arm candy for company event. Even get invite on yacht one time, very fancy. Oh! That remind me—we totally have to go to building pool soon, show off bikini for you. Will love, promise.”

My hands clenched into fists on my lap. I couldn’t stop the images flooding my brain—Nora on a millionaire’s yacht in a tiny bikini, champagne dripping down her chest.

“But is not same,” she went on, her voice quieter now. “Is like play, theatre, acting, ja? Always put on fake smile, make nice with strangers I never see again. And guy who hire know he get to dump balls in me after no matter what he say or do. Never embarrassed like you. Never go extra mile. After all, you weird boy. Luca want wear cage for girl you date. Most men beg for girl to drain balls down throat. But you more likely to blush and offer go down on me instead. Even thank me after! Like Like.” Nora paused to clear her throat as if she was about to make a grand performance. Then clasping her hands together in a prayer she sang out. “P…Please minnares. M…may I go down on you?” Her grin widened, as she raised her voice to a whiny pitch while pretending to be me. “And you don’t even know if you get sex, let alone unlocked, at end of date.”

All I could do was sit there in a daze, cock throbbing, knowing she was right.

She paused, swirling what was left of her coffee, her gaze drifting down to her lap as the smirk slowly softened. “Mmm… I not decide yet,” she murmured, almost to herself. “You so well-behaved when locked. Sweet. Patient. Like puppy.”

Her fingers traced idle circles on the cup before her tone dropped lower, quiet and thoughtful. “Usually, men are different. Always reach, always grab. Very handsy. Sometimes gross…”

The silence lingered far too long to be comfortable after that.

“I see…” I said at last in an attempt to steer the conversation elsewhere. Her sudden shift caught me off guard. What memory had made her go quiet like that?

“But with you?” Her eyes flicked up at me, playful again. “You little gentleman. Big kinky pervert, ja. But you my kinky pervert. Luca. Is sweet. You always look like you need ask for permission to touch. Respect me very much and I like. But maybe too shy—end up making me act as boyfriend instead.” She giggled, reaching across to hold my hand. “But for real. I haven’t decide yet. Think I starting to prefer you in chastity. See why you like so much. Is hot. So maybe you will stay horny in cage and be lo—.”

Her voice tripped over itself as her gaze flicked past my shoulder. A second later came the polite little ahem of someone standing just behind me.

“—ock. Drinks come quick. Just like I say.” Nora finished in a rush, the words tumbling out in a clumsy mash of syllables. She sat back fast, clearing her throat and giving the barista a smile far too sweet to be natural.

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing, watching her feigned composure crumble into a tiny, embarrassed grin.

“Sorry to interrupt you two… but here are your drinks and the biscotti you ordered.” The barista’s voice wavered just enough to betray her nerves as she bent over the table. With every careful motion of setting down the mugs and plate, her chest swayed beneath the snug black tee, the apron tightened so deliberately across her curves it was impossible not to notice.

She turned first to Nora. “Do you need anything else?”

“No,” Nora said flatly, not even glancing up. She simply tugged the biscotti plate in front with one long finger, already commandeering it from Ms. Bunny.

I caught the way the barista’s big doe eyes lingered in the pause that followed—locked not on Nora’s face, but on the key dangling at the center of her chest. A flicker of recognition, curiosity, something unreadable crossing her expression before she tore her eyes away.

Then her attention shifted to me. “And you, sir—anything you need?” she asked, though her gaze wasn’t quite meeting my own. Half of it stayed fixed embarrassingly low, on my lap, where the pressure in my cage betrayed me more than I could hide. Only after an awkward heartbeat did she drag her eyes back up to meet mine.

The moment she straightened, she noticed her reflection in the wide café window behind us—her chest bouncing slightly with each breath, the curve of her body all the more prominent thanks to that deliberately cinched apron she no doubt used to gather more tips. Looking back at Nora, the corner of both their mouths curled into one of those private little smiles only women seem to share.

Then her eyes flitted back to me, softening into a sheepish grin that felt almost apologetic, as if she was silently saying Sorry, you’re stuck between us. Hang in there, Mr. Boyfriend.

And just like that, she turned, retreating briskly toward the counter, leaving the scent of coffee and a trail of tension in her wake.

I held my breath and counted to ten before daring to speak again. “You think she—” I started.

“Yep…” Nora cut in, her cheeks betraying the faintest pink as she reached for her biscotti.

That was all it took. We both cracked, laughter spilling out across the little patio table, half in relief, half in sheer humiliation at being so obviously caught. I shook my head, trying to breathe.

“Weren’t you just bragging about how an escort as great as you would never get embarrassed by something so… trivial?” I teased, raising an eyebrow.

Nora wagged the biscotti at me like a scolding finger, her grin sharp even through her blush. “Hah. Even cumslut can be caught off guard, Luca. Succubus not perfect—sometimes world surprises her. But if boy too stupid to cover for me? Then I let him drown, ja?”

I tilted my head, feigning wide-eyed innocence. “Yes, mistress. Forgive me.”

That broke the last of her composure—Nora barked out a laugh, nearly choking on her drink. It was impossible not to join in at the sight of her almost projecting the drink from her nose, both of us were shaking our heads at how ridiculous we sounded, the embarrassment melting away into easy laughter as we finally started to enjoy the meal.

It was about the time Nora was finishing her almond biscotti and moving on to the chocolate when she sighed, almost wistful. “You know, only regret not sitting inside. Table out here too open. Can’t tease you under with boot like last time. Was very cute.”

I blushed, hiding behind my coffee cup. “Truly a shame. Not being able to toy with me every single second we’re alone together.”

“If want, I can still do.” Nora’s mouth curled into a sneer as her foot brushed up my leg toward my crotch.

“NO!” I nearly jumped out of my chair, catching sight of a couple rounding the corner—one glance and they’d have seen everything. “No. I mean it’s fine. Honest. Please… I need a break after last time.”

“Mm… if you insist.” Her foot slid back down, heel resting against mine.

Setting her biscotti down, she rested her chin on her hands and tilted her head. “So, what you thinking right now, fresh boy?”

“Mostly how tight the cage feels,” I said without even thinking.

“Well of course. You on date with dream girl Nora.” She flicked the key at her neck so it clinked against the chain, eyes glinting. “Locked in cage for hot girl is your fantasy, kinky boy. So of course you enjoy. But…” her eyes narrowed slightly in that teasing way, “…what else on your mind besides my key?”

I stared into my cup, swirling the coffee. “I’ve been thinking about something you said earlier. About going out with clients.”

Her brows lifted. “Ahh… so shy boy want to hear stories, ja?” She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a purr. “First time on yacht maybe? Tiny white bikini, water all blue, sun so hot on skin… mmm.”

She broke off a piece of biscotti, crunching it as if she were describing the weather instead of her past. “Client was… tall. Very tall. Good money. Good boat. Body okay, cock… eh, not so big. But stamina, oh yes. Came twice before lunch. Sunburn after, everywhere. Was fun though. Only time ever get tan. Think look better without if I honest.”

She said it so breezily, like she was recounting a day at the office. Then she cocked her head at me, watching my reaction. “Want hear more stories, Luca? Or you already dying in cage hearing about one man?”

I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, fighting the cage as an image of Nora on a yacht in that bikini, expensive glass of champaign in one hand, the clients cock in the other, burned itself into my brain.  My cock ached, throbbing against the bars, and all I could manage was a strangled, “Y-yeah… I think I can handle another story.”

Nora’s grin spread slow and wicked, like she’d been waiting for me to ask. “Mm. Brave boy. Okay, next…” She tapped her lip with one manicured finger, pretending to think while her eyes never left mine. “Hotel in Berlin. Rich client, businessman type. Wanted me to dress like secretary. Tight skirt, glasses, all that. I walk in room, he already on bed waiting.”

She leaned closer over the table, her voice dropping to a husky whisper as if confiding a secret. “First thing he say? ‘Sit on my face.’” Her tongue clicked against her teeth, mocking his accent. “So… I do. Was not long before he begging to fuck me. He was small though. Very small. But he try very hard. Came so fast, then again… again… and again…” She shrugged like it was the most ordinary thing in the world. “Good effort at least. He tip me extra. Think he feel embarrassed.”

She sat back, licking the foam from her latte off her lips as she inspected my face for any kind of reaction.

“I see…” My mind wandering back to the previous night and how Nora had been smothering my own face not too long ago. Just how many others had she given that treatment, that reward, too?

As if reading my mind she continued. “Is rare though. Most clients not kinky like you. Only want blowjob. Ask if I can take cock down throat. Or ask for fuck and if I charge extra to cum inside.”

“And… do you?” I asked suddenly curious at this new information.

“Oh no no. Don’t mind. Creampie make men weak. Tip always bigger when you let them finish inside. Only ahh… cost more if they ask to put in butt.” Nora squirmed in her chair for a moment as if the mere mention of it had her feeling something back there.

I choked on my coffee at the sudden mention of anal sex.

“Wait… you…?” My voice faltered, the question too heavy to say out loud.

“Well yes. Am slut for hire Luca. Your slut now, but still my is job, ja? Admit, first time hurt little, needed practice on own first I realized. But after that I learn  can actually enjoy almost as much as other hole. Can even cum if cock is big enough.” Nora paused to take a bite of her biscotti before continuing again between chews. “Very rare for girl to be able to enjoy I hear, not like man with cum button in butt. Made all girls at brothel jealous. “Still ask for more though. Make client think it extra special that way,” Nora finished, tossing the last bite of her biscotti into the air. It arced perfectly before landing between her lips with a soft snap. She chewed slow, eyes locked on me the whole time, then gave a wink that was equal parts pride and playful. “Nora very lucky,” she said, licking a crumb from her thumb before flashing that cocky grin again.

All I could do now was stare down at my coffee, mind totally blank with the sudden revelation. Graphic scenes of Nora being taken from behind by some huge cock, her squirming in ecstasy as he pulled her hair and filled her from the back with his heavy load… and her actually cumming in turn from it. God, and this was the same woman who was across from me right now now holding my key.  

“So, what about you, Luca?” Nora asked, voice low and relaxed as her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Other night, I noticed—my fresh boy stay very clean down there.” Her lips curved into a sly smile. “Is only for cage? Or maybe… you like play there too?”

While waiting for my answer, she leaned back, licking her finger with a slow, deliberate motion before using it to dab up the crumbs left on her plate

“I, um…” My voice caught in my throat as I tried not to stare at her lips. “I’ve… tried some things on my own before, but never with a woman who was, uh… into that sort of thing…” The words stumbled out unevenly, half-swallowed between my heartbeat and the sound of her tongue flicking against her fingertip.

She didn’t even need to say anything—just sat there, eyes fixed on me, still lazily sucking the last of the crumbs from her fingers, and there I was, having forgotten how to breathe.

“Hmm…” Nora leaned back, swirling the last of her latte in thought. “You know… happen only once, long time ago. Had client—pretty blonde girl… she want very fun time together. Leave… little toy behind when she go next morning. Poor thing… could barely walk after.”

I nodded, already knowing where she was going with this.

Nora’s lips curved into a sly, wicked smile. “Ah… but you know… I never do this with man before. Only… cute girl. But… maybe… if you want… I try for you? Could be very fun… No need to even use key if you end up liking… ja?”

My pulse shot through me, straining in the cage at the thought of her… pinning me down, tying me up, taking control in ways I’d only ever seen in videos when I was alone in my room. My throat went dry. “You… you’d really…?” I croaked, barely able to get the words out.

She hummed, amused, eyes glinting. “Hmm… you like that thought, ja?”

I nodded, too distracted by the heat of the image to speak.

Then nodding her head, she confirmed my darkest desires. “Then ja. We can try.”