My Girlfriend's Blowjobs Are Legendary! Too Bad They're Not Just For Me… Part 5

“That was… amazing, Nora.” I sighed, still breathless, the bliss of release washing through me. My whole body was loose, drained, but the warmth of her lying against me was nearly as perfect as the orgasm itself.

“Mmm. I happy you enjoy, mijn lief. You deserve… after wait so long for me.” Her voice purred low, but her touch was different now. Her hand resting lazily against my softening cock, stroking not to arouse, but like she wanted to soothe me.

Then her tone shifted. Softer. Almost shy. “You know… that was first time I do this with boyfriend. Ever.”

Her head dipped, her hair hiding part of her face as her fingers idly traced my length. It wasn’t teasing this time. It was absent, almost nervous.

“Wait—seriously? You’re telling me you’ve never had a boyfriend before? That can’t be true.” I let out a half-laugh, the idea sounding absurd. “Every guy we passed today stared at you. I swear I could feel the jealousy when you held my hand.”

Nora shook her head, her lips tightening. “No… is true. Or… okay, I had boyfriend once. Back in Norway during school. Still just girl. Innocent.” She gave my cock a light squeeze, smirking faintly. “Before I become horny slut…” Her voice trailed off as kept her face hidden.

“Oh…” I hesitated, the reality cutting through my old assumptions. “I always thought you’d been like this forever. Popular. Out of reach. The kind of girl guys fought over.”

Her hand stilled. Slowly, her eyes lifted to mine. There was no playfulness now. Just a steady, unreadable seriousness. “Is that how you see me, Luca? Cheerleader girl? Sexy slut everyone fuck behind bleachers? That what you imagine?”

Guilt burned hot in my chest. I looked away. “I… guess I did assume. I’m sorry.”

“Mmm. Is fine.” She moved up and kissed me—warm, lingering, nothing performative about it. Then she tucked her head into my shoulder, her legs tangling around mine, her stockings brushing against my skin in a way that made me shiver. “I like me now too.” Her hand slid back to my cock, not to arouse but to cradle, stroking gently. Almost like she was nursing the ache from my denial.

Her voice stayed quiet, thoughtful. “Last boyfriend was Casper. Nerd boy. Bad at kiss. No worry, you much better.” A small laugh slipped from her throat. “But first time? Was not with him. Was with client. You know this. After that… men don’t want girlfriend like me. Just want fuck. Just money. You first one who… okay with me. First one who want stay with me. First boy I meet who want slut escort as girlfriend.” I could hear the huff in her voice as she laughed gently at her own self-deprecating remark. Giving the tip of my cock a gentle flick, before letting it fall back into her warm touch.

I froze, staring at her. This wasn’t the teasing, untouchable Nora I thought I knew. This was raw. Vulnerable. Maybe even scared?

Then her gaze cut back up to me, sharp again. “I think sometimes… why Luca always want hear about other men? Why Luca want see dirty whore pictures after my work? Maybe because Luca try imagine himself client too? Or… Maybe Luca get off because I am slut, ja?”

Her words stabbed at me. She wasn’t asking to tease—she was testing me. Her tone calm, her stare flat, impossible to read.

“I—” My throat tightened. My face burned. I couldn’t even deny it, not completely. I looked away in shame.

But Nora didn’t press. She smiled faintly instead, her hand tightening around me just enough to make me gasp. “Is okay. Don’t need say out loud. Mr. Cock already tell me. Look, he stand up again even while you blush.” Her laugh was soft, almost cruel, but not without warmth. “Poor horny boy.”

I felt the sudden shift in the air as she turned away to look back at my cock. Swallowing hard, still unable to answer as she toyed with me, dragging her nails up my shaft with featherlight strokes, like she was deciding what to do with me.

I swear in that moment, I could barely hear it. I might have honestly been imagining it. But I swore I heard Nora whispering to herself in that moment saying, “Maybe… Is why we perfect together… Only kinky boy can love woman like me…”

We stayed like that in silence, until she finally spoke again. “Is strange. To lie here with boyfriend. No think about money. No think about time. I like it. But also… don’t like work for free.”

“Oh? So much for the boyfriend discount. I didn’t bring my punch card, but I swear I’m on the list,” I joked weakly.

Nora rolled her eyes as her accent suddenly thickened. “Sukkel.” With a little shove she straddled me again, her hair spilling down to frame my face. “Okay, fine. You get special deal. All I want is cuddle. Want be held like lovers in stupid romance movie.”

“God, that sounds perfect. But…” I tugged uselessly against the restraints. “I can’t really cuddle from here.”

Her eyes widened for a second, then narrowed with a giggle. “Ohhh, ja. Poor boy still tied down. No wonder you not all huggy.” She leaned in close, brushing her nose to mine. “Should I let boyfriend free?”

“I’d like that.”

“Hmm… but maybe not yet.” Her voice dropped to a whisper as her gaze flicked toward the closet. “You know, Luca… You think I was cheer hoe back in school, ja? Well, I wasn’t. But maybe don’t have disappoint you. One client… he buy me outfit. Very tiny. Too small, I even give size and he still make me wear. I think on purpose.” Nora’s eyes rolled again at the memory, a mix of frustration and humor in her tone. “Cute skirt, little top…” Her lips curled into a wicked grin. “While you still tied here… want see?”

My mouth went dry.

Nora took my silence as answer enough, leaning down to give me a playful Eskimo kiss before slipping off me and strutting toward the closet, her hips swaying like she already knew she owned me.

Hours later, I could still feel the heat of her little show burning in my memory—the way she’d twirled in that skimpy cheerleader outfit, laughing at how red my face had gotten while I struggled uselessly against the ropes. The nasty joke she had made, painting a picture for me in excruciating detail about what she would have done to me if we were behind those bleachers… Nora loved stretching things out, but eventually even she tired of leaving me bound while she strutted around, skirt barely covering her ass.

“Hmm… maybe I keep boyfriend tied forever. Make him my bed toy,” she teased as she leaned over me, pretending to think about it seriously while tugging at the knot.

I gave her a look. “If you want cuddles like in a romance movie, you’re gonna have to let the bed toy move his arms.”

“Ja ja. So bossy. What happen to my horny boy so desperate for release? Left cute puppy tied to post, but come back to find bossy boyfriend instead. But I fear. If untie now then I be trapped in strong boys arms rest of night. Let me put on sleepy time outfit first.” She smirked, her fingers caressing the restraints one last time before turning around to make her way back into her closet. “Lucky for you, I like bossy boys. Sometime.” She added, her voice ringing out from beyond my line of site.

It only took a minute for her to return, smirking at me from the doorway in her new outfit. She stood there looking at me, leaning with her forearm against the doorframe as she casually slid off her stockings before kicking them into the closet behind her. I was keenly aware of how she took her time, curling her toes and stretching her legs for me to see in one final show. What should have been a casual, loose fitting, white tang top, had become yet another obscene and overly flirtatious article of clothing due to her incredibly endowed figure. And below that, just a pair of tight-fitting black underwear.

“I like sleep with no pants on, but I’m sure boyfriend no mind.” Nora teased as she pranced over to me, finally ready to untie my binds.

As she began fiddling with the knots I couldn’t help but stare at her figure. Those long legs that curved perfectly into hourglass waist. How the soft black fabric of her underwear highlighted her porcelain skin perfectly. And her ass, I could barely imagine how something so huge could fit behind something so thin… And to think, her perfect figure had been using my face as her own personal chair not long ago…

“While I definitely don’t mind, I have the sneaking suspicion that only one of us will be getting any sleep tonight.” I teased, eyes transfixed on her behind as she leaned over me to untie my other hand on the far side of the bed.

The ropes slipped away, and the sudden freedom made me sigh in relief. My arms immediately wrapped around her, pulling her down to me. Nora let out a soft little noise of surprise, then melted into my chest.

We shifted together until she guided me over to her side of the bed, where the sheets were still warm from before. This time, nothing about her touch was teasing. No game, no test. She simply curled against me, her head tucked under my chin, her hair spilling across my shoulder. Her leg draped over mine possessively.

“Mmm… see? Better.” Her voice was small now, softer than I was used to. “I want this. Just like this.”

I kissed the top of her head, breathing her in. “Me too.”

For the first time all night, there was no tension left between us. Just warmth. Just the sound of her steady breathing, slowing little by little as her body relaxed into mine. I let my hand run through her hair, my eyes growing heavy.

Nora gave one last sleepy murmur, half a purr, half a sigh. “Mijn lief…” And then she was quiet.

Wrapped up in each other, I found my thoughts wandering to the insane day we had together. Our first time seeing each outher in over a year, our first real date as a couple, how that date was interrupted by a client I wasn’t even able to see… But most of all, how it had ended. With our first time together… wait… we hadn’t even had actual sex yet, had we. The sudden realization sent a pang of frustration to my groin. I had been so distracted by her performance, so drained by that demonic blowjob, that I hadn’t even realized. Sure we both got off, but…

“Hey, Nora.” I whispered.

No response.

“Noooooraaaa.” I quietly sang out.

The only response being the slow rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. She had already fallen asleep.

Muttering under my breath. “I guess that joke about one of us not getting any sleep tonight was true…” I tried my best to quietly shift into a comfier position, daring not to wake up the sleeping beauty now using my chest as a pillow.

Sighing to myself internally, I began to silently run my fingers through her hair. Trying my best to distract myself with it’s silky smooth texture as I felt my cock stiffening beneath her thigh. Growing in tandem with my ever increasing awareness of how the ample weight of her chest felt pressed against me like this.

Groaning at how quickly she had dozed off, I couldn’t help but smile. Here we were, tangled together like real lovers at last. Closing my eyes, I decided to try my best to chase after her into whatever dream world she was now exploring.