My Girlfriend's Blowjobs Are Legendary! Too Bad They're Not Just For Me… Part 3

Chapter 3

Back in Nora’s apartment, the door clicked shut behind us, sealing away the outside world. I barely had time to take a breath before she was already making a show of leaning against the doorframe, her skirt swaying with every little movement of her hips.

With an exaggerated sigh, she bent to unlace her knee-high boots, one at a time. The leather squeaking softly as she kicked the first one off, then the other, both landing by the door with dull thuds. Her toes flexed beneath her stockings against the tile as she wiggled them in relief.

“Ahhh… finally. Boots so hot, but so evil,” she groaned playfully, rolling her ankle as if she’d just survived some great ordeal. “My own sexy torture. Just like you.” She pointed her foot at my crotch with a wicked smirk, and the gesture alone made my caged cock throb.

She stepped up beside me then, and for the first time tonight, I realized I had my inch of height over her back. No more towering, heel-enhanced Nora—just my girlfriend, close enough to touch, looking almost eye level at me.

“Mmm, see? Without heels, I tiny girl again,” she teased, leaning her head against my shoulder for a second before tilting it up to grin. “Still in charge, though…”

The faint scent of her perfume hit me again and my knees began to buckle. I couldn’t stop staring at the outline of her garter clips under her skirt, the straps of her underwear peeking over those hips, that silver chain with our key glinting between her tits.

She caught me looking and smirked, gliding closer until I felt her stockinged thigh brush my jeans.

“Mmm… my poor boy,” she whispered, her voice dripping amusement. “All night you look like this. So desperate. Like puppy smell steak… but not allowed to have.”

I swallowed hard as her fingers traced my jaw, tilting my head down so she could study me. Her nails were tickling me as they gently grazed my skin.

“You like this, ja?” she murmured, letting the question hang in the air like a trap. “Pretty boy. Trapped boy. Maybe tonight…” Her grin widened as her thigh pressed more firmly against me. “…I drive you crazy.”

Nora leaned forward, letting her weight press into me, and suddenly my face was buried in her chest. The soft fabric of her crop top rubbed against my cheek, and I caught the faintest trace of her sweat mixed with her perfume. My caged cock gave a helpless throb at the warmth surrounding me from each side.

“Mmm… good boy,” she purred, one hand sliding to the back of my head, holding me there like I belonged. “You like? You love my tits, ja?”

I managed a muffled sound against her cleavage, and she laughed softly above me, the vibration rumbling in her chest against my face. Then I felt it, warm and wet. Her tongue traced the edge of my ear, slow and deliberate.

“Hhh—!” My whole body jolted.

“Ohhh…?” Her voice a mischievous whisper as her lips brushed my ear. “What this? You shake. Ear is weak spot, maybe?”

Before I could answer, her long tongue traced a slow, hot line along the shell of my ear, finishing with a teasing flick at the lobe. My back arched involuntarily as my cock strained against the cage, pulsing in helpless rhythm against her thigh.

“Aaaah, I find secret button,” she giggled, low and wicked, letting her tongue explore again. Long, wet swirls punctuated by playful sucks and flicks. I couldn’t stop trembling. My hands involuntarily holding on to her waist for support at the intense pleasure.

“Pooooor puppy,” she cooed between licks, her accent curling the words into something soft yet lethal. “Can’t move. Can’t cum. Just stand here and shake for me. Mmm, I love…”

Her hot breath tickled as she whispered in my ear, tongue darting in for another slow, wet lick.

“Tonight, I make you ruin your pants so many times… and still… no release. Sound fun? Is secretly what you want, Ja?”

Her fingers threaded in my hair, holding me firmly to her chest while her hips gave one sharp, teasing grind. The combination of her warmth, her voice, and that devilish tongue had me whimpering like a pathetic mess.

“Good boy,” she whispered again, a note of satisfaction curling in her tone. “Stay desperate for me. I not even start yet…”

Her tongue left a glistening trail along my ear before she finally pulled back enough for me to see her grin. That playful, all-knowing grin.

“Mmm… my poor puppy. Already shaking so much.” She tilted her head, her long hair spilling over one shoulder as her fingers traced my jaw. “You know what I want now?”

I could barely nod; my voice trapped somewhere in my throat.

“I want…” she dragged the word out, leaning closer so her breath brushed my ear, “…take you to my room…and tie you up.”

A shiver tore through me.

She giggled at the reaction, her tongue darting out to swirl the rim of my ear again, making me squirm against her. “Ohhh, ja. You like that. I tie you… spread on my bed. No moving. No touching. Just me… teasing… and my long tongue in your ear, make you shake like scared little bunny.”

My cage throbbed painfully, the plastic pressing against my aching flesh as she whispered. Her hands slid down my chest, over my stomach, stopping just short of where I wanted them most. Then, with the grace of a dancer, she quickly hopped backwards, my hand suddenly entwined in hers as she led me towards her bedroom.

I couldn’t help but follow her in a trance, my eyes unable to look away from the sway of her hips. Those damn teasing straps hugging her hips, accentuating every step she took towards that chamber of lustful promises.

Standing in front of her bed, Nora reeled me in for another wet kiss. Her hands tracing my arms, then my chest, slowly making their way down until I felt her grip tighten against my crotch. I tried to let out a yelp but before I knew what was happening, I was falling. “First… I get my ropes,” she teased, standing over me after having suddenly pushed me down on to the bed. “Mmm… look at you. Big eyes. Mouth open. So desperate. I love…”

She strutted to her nightstand, hips swaying like an exotic dancer. From my new position I couldn’t help but notice I was almost able to see what secrets lurked under that skirt. Almost. My eyes followed her helplessly, waiting desperately for one sway of her hip to lift the skirt up just an inch more.

“Hey. Bad boy. You trying steal a peek? That come later.” Nora paused mid stride to scold me. “Make yourself useful. Shirt off. Pants down.”

I couldn’t help but groan internally as I quickly kicked off my jeans as fast as possible before looking back at those long legs of hers. Then hurriedly pulling my shirt over my head, not wanting to miss a single second of this impromptu show.

From the drawer, she produced two soft, black silk ties, letting them dangle between her fingers. She turned to face me, sticking her tongue out in that obscene, teasing display, the little silver barbell glinting in the low light. Her eyes darting to my now fully exposed cage, then quickly shifting away to view the rest of my naked body. Her face was like a statue, giving away nothing, as if this were something she saw every day.

“You scooch. Hands up,” she said, tilting her head up towards the pillows on the bed. Her tone commanding yet playful. “Time to make you pretty on my bed.”

I raised my hands obediently, and she climbed over me again, straddling my hips with practiced ease. Her weight pressed down on the cage, and I groaned through clenched teeth. It was unbearable, I felt my balls start to ache as the heat from between her legs warmed me. The soft fabric of her underwear gently tickling my balls throbbing beneath her.

“Shhhh… quiet,” she whispered, leaning close to lick the shell of my ear again, her tongue warm and devastating. “Only good boys get to moan…”

As she started looping the soft silk around my wrists, her voice dropped to that sinful purr.

“Mmm… soon, I tie you to my posts. My bed… my ropes… my rules. You not move. You just watch me… smell me… maybe feel me…” Her tongue flicked my earlobe, and she laughed softly. “And maybe… ruin in cage again before I ever think about let you free…”

A few moments passed with us like this. Nora perched on my lap while fiddling with my binds. Me, staring up at the divine goddess above me in utter awe at the situation I had found myself in.

“Hmm… you know…” Nora muttered under her breath, her tongue poking out slightly as she concentrated. “Nora never have client ask be tied up before. Tying boy down… much harder than thought. I… practice first next time…”

I heard the soft whisper of silk sliding against wood as she tightened a knot. Then, with a little victorious hum, she tugged my wrist. “Aha! I am master! Try move arm? Not too tight, but no escape, ja?”

I tried to wiggle my bound arm in vain for her to see.

“Good!” She beamed. “Now… just have do again…” Then leaning down she cupped my cheek with one hand. “Please hold for intermission. Sexy begin again shortly.” With a wink, she set to work on my other hand, and soon both my arms were stretched out like a helpless starfish, the soft silk hugging my wrists in affectionate torture.

At last, Nora heaved out a proud sigh. With my arms, bound and stretched out like this, I truly was helpless. Nora gave a testing tug, then smiling, dragging a pillow down beneath my head. “Nice and comfy, ja?” She winked as she mockingly fluffed the pillow beneath me. The soft mattress dipped beneath us as she straddled my hips again, my head sinking into her soft feathery pillow as her stockings brushing against my sides like a dark whisper.

“Mmm… wait so patient for this,” she teased, grinning down at me. “Luca very good at waiting it seem. I think may actually prefer to wait.” She emphasized by gently grinding her heat against my cage.

I could only laugh weakly, the nerves buzzing through my body.

“Ja… now puppy is ready.” Nora’s voice was a warm purr as she sat back on her heels, admiring her handiwork. Her fingers lightly trailed over my chest and down my stomach, stopping just above the throbbing bulge of the cage. “Mmmm… I see you throb. So bad. So desperate.”

She leaned down suddenly, and I gasped as her tongue licked a slow, deliberate line from my collarbone to my neck, finally curling around my earlobe.

“Aaaah… there,” she whispered, hearing my sharp intake of breath. “Your ear… puppy’s weak spot. I lick… and you shake.”

I squirmed involuntarily, a low groan escaping me as she gave my ear another long, wet flick, her pierced tongue teasing the sensitive curve.

“Hah… Is so cute,” she giggled, her breath hot against my skin. “I lick you all night and you cry in cage, ja?”

Her chest pressed against my face next, heavy, and warm, the softness of her skin brushing my lips. Her scent awakening something primal in me after having waited so long for this night, for this chance. Something that made my blood boil with desire.

“Mmmm… smell me. Feel me. But you no touch…” she teased, rocking her hips slowly against my cage, letting the plastic grind against the swell behind her G-string.

Then she leaned back just far enough to start a slow lap dance, rolling her hips in hypnotic circles as she straddled my lap. Her stockings brushed my thighs with every motion, and the high straps of her G-string seemed to taunt me, disappearing under the tiny skirt that bounced with every movement.

“You know,” Nora paused her grinding to look down at the trembling mess beneath her. “I never do this for free. Usually charge extra for lap dance.”

I managed to croak, “W-what’s the rate?”

Nora pretended to think, tilting her head as she tapped her chin theatrically. Her hips giving a particularly sharp grind that made me groan again. “Mmmm… might be bit much for puppy to afford… But Nora give you extra special boyfriend rate. Only cost one week of cock in cage. And lucky you, paid in advance.”

She laughed softly at my choked whimper, sitting back slightly to give me a slow, deliberate roll of her hips, letting her ass press down against my lap in a way that made the cage ache.

“You feel how hot I get, ja?” she teased. “Mmmm… poor boy. I grind, you can’t even do anything. Not fair…” Her tone was playful, almost sing-song, but the heat in her eyes told me she was drinking in every twitch, every helpless shiver I gave her.

I whimpered, my hips jerking upward instinctively, but the cage made my pitiful attempts to penetrate her impossible.

“Aaah… my poor boy,” she cooed, her tongue flicking out again as she leaned down, pressing a wet kiss against my ear. “Little cage try hump me. But you stuck… you mine…”

Her long tongue dragged along the rim of my ear again, and I shuddered violently. She laughed softly and whispered.

“Mmmm… I love. Your body shake… your face so desperate… and all I do is little tease… Never before had boy so desperate. All my clients care about is only fuck fuck fuck. But this… now that I in charge? I see why they pay.”

She pressed her chest fully over my face, burying me in her warmth again, rocking her hips just enough to keep the plastic of the cage kissing the curve of her ass.

“I think…” she purred, licking the shell of my ear again, “…I could keep you like this forever. My own little toy. No cumming. Only shaking. And leaking…”

Nora rocked her hips slowly, her soft skirt swaying as she ground down on my caged cock in lazy circles. Every tiny movement sent a dull, electric throb through me. My arms tugged instinctively at the silk restraints, and I let out a strained groan that made her grin grow even wider.

“Mmmm… sound so cute, mijn lief,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss my jawline, then my neck. Her tongue flicked out again, tracing another hot, wet line up to my ear. “All shaking… all red in face… and for what? I not even take off my top yet…”

I whimpered, my hips bucking uselessly.

“Ahhh, see? Hips try move… but cage say no,” she teased, pressing down harder with her hips until I could feel the moistness from between her legs dripping on to the cage. “I can feel how hard you are in there. Like little drum. Bump-bump-bump. All for me. Makes girl feel so special, ja?”

Her laugh was a low, throaty giggle that vibrated against my chest. She reached down and cupped my face, tilting it up so I had no choice but to stare into her glinting eyes.

“Tell me, puppy… how bad you want cum?” she purred.

“I… I need it so bad, Nora…” I groaned, my voice cracking under the weight of days of chastity and denial. “Please. I’m… I’m going crazy in this thing…”

She hummed in mock sympathy, playfully biting my lower lip before kissing me deep, her pierced tongue invading my mouth, swirling, teasing. When she finally pulled away, a string of spit still connected us, until she wiped it across my cheek with her thumb.

“Mmmm… so messy. Way lovers should always kiss. And I love when you beg,” she cooed. Then, with a sigh that was half exaggerated and half genuinely amused, she sat back on my thighs, giving a slow, playful bounce that made my cage throb almost painfully. “Fine… I give my poor puppy something…”

My heart leapt—until her hand slid up her own thigh instead, tracing the garter strap that led to the high cut of her G-string. Her hips rolled once more over my lap, slower now, more deliberate.

“…But not for you.”

My breath caught.

“For me.” She grinned wickedly, sliding her skirt up just enough to tease herself with a brush of her own fingers. “You want release? Hmmm… then you work for it. You make me feel good. Maybe I let you lick. Maybe I sit on pretty face… ride tongue until I happy. Then… maybe I decide if my puppy deserve treat.”

Her chest pressed into mine again, the warmth of her breath fanning over my ear as she whispered, voice honey-thick and dripping with seduction.

“Say it! Beg to please me… beg for me to use your mouth like my toy.”

“I… I’ll do anything, Nora,” I begged, my voice quivering and desperate. “P-please… J-just let me taste you. Let me make you feel good… I-I’ll be your toy, anything you want, just… please…”

“Mmmm…” she cooed, tilting her head like she was savoring the sound of my begging. “Good boy. So sweet. So… pathetic.”

She tapped my lips with two fingers, smirking. “Okay… I accept. You please me now. Use that mouth you beg with… make me happy, mijn lief.”

I nodded eagerly, my whole-body trembling in anticipation as she slowly crawled over me, her skirt brushing my chest, her perfume wrapping around me. Her stockings whispered against my skin with every deliberate movement sending jolts down my spine.

When she finally reached my face, she turned around, her ass hovering just above me, the black G-string and garter straps framing her ass perfectly. My world narrowed to that sight—soft, round, and glinting with the very obvious shimmer of her arousal.

“Such a lucky puppy,” she teased, glancing over her shoulder. “Get perfect seat for free… no boys ever want pay for this view before. First time boy beg to make me feel good instead.” Nora giggled as she playfully shook my cage with her hand.

Then, with agonizing slowness, she lowered herself onto me. The pillow cradled the back of my head, her warmth swallowed the front—and as her skirt draped over my face, the rest of the world vanished.

Pitch black.

No light, no air, just the soft weight of her ass pressing down, the faint brush of her garter straps against my cheeks, and the heavy perfume of her arousal filling my senses. I was trapped in her world completely, a dark, humid cocoon of Nora. Every shaky breath I managed to steal tasted like her. Every sound was muffled by the soft rustle of fabric and the wet, obscene sounds of my tongue working between her legs.

It felt like being buried alive in pleasure, smothered in heat, her scent, her taste, no escape, no thoughts, just her.

“Ahhh… mmm…” she sighed as she felt my tongue nudging her G-string aside before sliding inside her,. “Mmmm… when we text, you say you love giving head. But damn… you not joke. I feel tongue and think—‘ohhh boy serious about job.”

She laughed softly, wiggling her hips against my face in little teasing circles, grinding into my tongue. “Hah… maybe I give you reference. Five stars on… what do you call… Yelp? ‘Boyfriend very good at eating pussy, would ride again.’”

I groaned into her, gripping my restraints as she pressed down harder, burying me deeper into the pillow. Every time I tried to take a breath, she rolled her hips and smothered me completely, her slick warmth coating my lips and chin.

“Ahhh… mmm… careful puppy,” she moaned, voice breaking into little giggles. “You lick so good… make me forget  you need breathe… I supposed to torture you, not kill… hah… mmm…”

She leaned forward slightly, changing the angle so her ass molded perfectly against my face, trapping me. My tongue flicked and swirled as I felt her thighs tremble. I couldn’t help but feel my own legs trembling in response, her pleasure radiating down, through my tongue, only to be trapped by the cage between my legs. It was torture.

“Ohhh… fuck… mmm… your tongue…” she hissed, her accent thickening with each pulse of pleasure. “So wet… so eager… mmm… maybe I keep you under me forever… pillow on bottom, ass on top… perfect sandwich. You like? My ass pillow and face pillow… no escape…”

I groaned in response, my tongue working faster as I felt her start to grind harder against me, chasing the pleasure. Her moans mixed with soft laughter as her thighs squeezed my head.

“Mmm… ja… good boy. Make me so wet… keep going… show me how much you love my pussy…”

“Mmm… good boy,” Nora purred above me, her voice low and playful, vibrating in my bones. I could feel her shifting, repositioning herself. Then the mattress dipped as she slid her legs under the pillow beneath my head.

A soft thump—and suddenly, her thighs and calves were bracing me from behind, the pillow acting like a wedge as she pushed my face forward into her. I was completely locked in place now, her heat and scent drowning me from every direction.

“Mmm… now no escape,” she teased, giving a little testing roll of her hips that made my nose slide against the slick warmth of her pussy. “Puppy need get ready… ‘cause Nora want cum now. You make me cum Luca, ja?”

I groaned into her, the vibration making her moan softly and grind even more.

“Ahhh… good… lick like that,” she murmured, voice thick with lust. “You make me so wet… aah… just like video call, but better. So much better…”

Then, with no more hesitation, she sat fully on my face. Her thighs hugged my head, soft yet unyielding, while the pillow kept me from moving away even an inch. Every labored breath I took was her. Every sound was the wet, desperate lapping of my own tongue.

“Mmmm—aah! Puppy… you lick so good… f-fuck…” she gasped, grinding down harder now, letting her weight sink into me. My nose nudged against her most sensitive spot with every motion, and her hips rocked faster, needier.

I could barely breathe, trapped between the soft pillow and the intoxicating heat of her dripping cunt, but the way she trembled and moaned above me only made me more desperate. I gripped the silk binds in desperation as I began licking harder, faster, letting her ride my face as if she owned every part of me. As if I truly had become her toy.

“FFUUUCK! Jaaa! Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop! I-IK KOM!” she cried out, her accent thickening until she couldn’t help but slip into her native tongue. Her thighs quivered around my head, then clamped tight as she finally bore even more of her weight down on me. By this point, I could feel my cock straining like a beast against its shackles. I could literally feel the precum pooling around me as Nora completely ignored my sexual desires, my needs for air seemingly unimportant now compared to this mind shattering orgasm she was experiencing above me. My face was buried completely, her arousal smearing across my lips and nose as she rode out her climax.

A sharp, shuddering moan left her lips as she came, grinding in short, stuttering circles until her body finally collapsed forward. She fell onto my chest, trembling, her hair tickling my core as her scent began filling my mouth.

For a few long moments, we just laid there in a blissful heap, catching our breaths. Her cheek pressed against me, her heavy breasts rising and falling against my chest with each pant. All while my tongue made lazy swirls around her clit. I was in heaven.

“Mmmm… hah… my puppy…” she whispered at last, voice lazy and warm in her post-orgasm haze. “…you lick… so good. Maybe… I don’t even need cock anymore…”

She gave a little giggle, nuzzling into me before finally lifting her head to sit up straight, resting her full weight once more on my face.

“Woooow… that was amazing Luca.” Nora’s voice floated down to me, muffled by the soft weight of her ass still covering my face. I felt her give a little wiggle, her slick heat smeared across my entire face, and the movement sent another jolt through my ignored and completely broken caged cock. “Mmm… perfect way to end first date with cute boy…”

I could feel my lungs starting to burn, my face buried in her, smothered by warmth and the intoxicating musk of her arousal. But all I could think to do was continue to gently lick her pussy. Trying my best to lap up every last drop of her love that had come rushing out moments before.

“But… mmm… I feel like there something I forget… what could be… hmm…”

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, her weight lifted. Light exploded across my vision as her skirt rose, letting me gulp down huge, greedy breaths of air. My chest heaving, but the relief was short-lived.

Fwoomp. Her skirt fell, and her full weight came back down with it, plunging me into darkness once more. My world was her heat, her scent, the pillow beneath me, and the cruel cage biting against my aching cock.

“No… that not it…” she teased, her voice laced with faux thoughtfulness. “I remember boyfriend need breathe. But what else… ahhh… hmmm…”

She shifted, grinding against me lazily for several moments, likely not wanting the pleasure to end. But at last, feeling satisfied, she let out a gasp in playful realization.

“Ohhh ja! I tell Luca if he do very good job… maybe he get time out of cage. Maybe… even cum.”

Nora lifted her skirt once more, letting me wheeze in a desperate gulp of air. Her hand on her hip as she arched backwards, eyes meeting mine with that wicked sparkle, lips curled in a teasing grin.

“Bad boy Luca… why you no remind me?” she cooed. “Maybe you not want cum anymore, hmm? Maybe horny boyfriend all satisfied after licking girlfriend’s pussy?”

Her tone was mocking but sweet, her accent thick in her teasing. As she spoke, she let the skirt fall again, darkness swallowing me whole, and wiggled her ass in lazy little circles over my face.

“After all… Look like you leak just as much as me right now.” I could feel Nora giggling on top of me as two of her fingers shook my still dripping cock in its cage.

“Maybe no need cum anymore? Leak so much balls must be empty, ja?” Nora continued to muse out loud as I felt her finger tentatively poking at my aching balls. Each gentle prod sending a deep shudder through me that she most definitely could feel from her position perched on my face.