My Girlfriend's Blowjobs Are Legendary! Too Bad They're Not Just For Me… Part 2

Chapter 2

A fresh pair of pants and one rideshare later, we found ourselves standing in front of Dolce Notte. Nora had already grabbed my hand and was practically dragging me toward the glass doors.

“You will love,” she called over her shoulder. “I promise! I have want take you here for so long now. Is my favorite food!”

The moment we stepped inside, I was hit with a wave of sensation. The warm, rich smells of roasted garlic, fresh bread, wine, and spices swirled around us. Clinking glasses and soft bursts of laughter filled the air, layered over by an instrumental melody that seemed to emanate from every corner.

It was romantic. Or at least, it probably looked romantic. To me, it just felt dark. Very dark. Candlelight flickered from every table, moody light fixtures cast shadows in dramatic ways, and I could barely make out more than shapes moving in the ambient glow.

Nora must’ve noticed the shift in my posture as I felt her squeeze my hand gently as we stepped further in. Then, after a short pause, she leaned down and whispered beside my ear.

“Is too dark, ja? No worry. I help keep you safe. Tonight I be your escort! Or well... different type escort.”

I swear I could feel her grin against my skin as her body pressed into mine. Her arms wrapping around me protectively. No, possessively. And just like that, she was guiding me forward.

“Now just follow. Play cool, ja? You undercover as not blind boy with me. I be clingy girl you take out to impress. We get table first. Ask lady in…”

I felt three of her fingers squeeze my arm, then two, then one. Our silent countdown.

“Hello, umm... We’re looking for a table for two?” I asked, trying to sound as confident as one can be when talking to a living shadow.

“Of course, sir. Right this way.”

The hostess moved gracefully from her podium, and we followed. Or rather, I followed Nora, who stayed pressed close to my side. Her chest brushed against my arm with every step, soft and firm, a constant reminder of just how close she was. And then there was her scent. Something warm, floral, faintly musky from our earlier excitement. It was completely unraveling my ability to focus. I could already feel the dull, familiar ache beginning again in the cage beneath my belt.

“Ga, mijn lief,” she cooed into my ear. Her breath sent a tickling shiver down my spine as we followed the hostess deeper into the restaurant.

Normally, I’d walk slowly, carefully. Feeling every step, trying not to bump into anyone or anything. But tonight, with Nora’s arm around me and her body squeezed to my side, I moved with ease. Whether it was trust or distraction, or the maddening pressure she kept unknowingly applying to my shoulder with that insane chest of hers, I couldn’t tell. All I knew was her... and the aching throb between my legs.

We came to a stop.

I heard the soft scrape of her nails dragging along the leather of a chair. Then she released me with a soft, proud sigh and thanked the hostess.

“So what think?” she asked brightly as she took her seat across from me. “I do good job, ja? Very smooth. Stealth. Like spy movie. No one know we undercover.”

She leaned forward into the candlelight so I could see her grinning and struck a pose with tiny finger guns.

“Haha, yeah. That was... actually really good. Usually I bump into a ton of stuff…even with someone around to help. But you’re kind of a natural. And the thing with your nails? Veeery stealth,” I teased, letting my fingers trail over the back of my chair.

“See? I natural,” she said smugly, sinking back into the shadows of her seat.

“So… what do you see right now lief? If you don’t mind me asking?” Nora’s voice softened with curiosity.

“Hmm... It’s kind of hard to explain. Like, I can see you. Sort of. I can definitely see your teeth whenever you start grinning at me like that,” I said, pointing toward her. “It’s… like that old Alice in Wonderland cartoon. You know the part with the Cheshire Cat?”

“Ja?” she asked, tilting her head.

“It’s like that moment when it’s disappearing into the woods. Just the eyes and the mouth floating there.”

“Oh! Like this?” she grinned, lowering her head and slowly leaning back into her chair until only the glow of her grin remained.

I laughed. “Yes, exactly! And when you lean in close, I can see your face clearly, but it’s like we’re sitting around a campfire. That kind of glow. Like telling ghost stories with a flashlight under your chin.”

Nora raised an eyebrow and leaned in close again, her long hair brushing the table like a curtain around her.

“Ready for scary story, Mr. Luca?” she whispered, her boot sliding against mine under the table like a sly predator stalking its prey. “I tell famous Norwegian tale. Story of cute boy who give beautiful woman key to cage... and never cum again. Very scary story, ja?”

Her voice sent a jolt through me  as I tried to let out a nervous chuckle. I could feel the laughter getting caught in my throat as I saw the glint of silver swinging just above her cleavage. The chain. The key. My key. It hung there like a shimmering taunt, nestled between the curve of her breasts. So close. So beautiful. And utterly, completely unreachable.

My throat tightened. Then I felt it. Her boot slowly tracing up my leg, slow and deliberate, until it gently pressed against the growing tension in my pants. Right over the cage.

“Haha… um… Yeah,” I managed, shifting uncomfortably in my seat as the throbbing returned in full force under the gentle pressure of her heel. “And how does that story end?”

Nora tilted her head, twirling a lock of her hair like a girl sharing secrets at a sleepover. “Hmm... story has many endings,” she purred. “Hard remember. I think legend has… many ruined endings. Few of them very messy. But maybe… if you very good boy, I remember happy ending. Share later, after dessert.”

Her grin was pure mischief, devilish and knowing as her heel gently rocked against my cage with every taunting word.

And there I was, a prisoner to her control yet again. The next few moments seemed to fly by. Menu’s arrived and, miraculously, we managed to pretend we were two normal people on a date. We discussed what we would order. Nora, seeing me struggling at first to read the damn thing, offered to read it out loud for me. Unfortunately for me, I made the mistake of accepting.

Nora, naturally silly, turned it into a full-blown story.

“In tonight’s dramatic presentation,” she announced in a hushed, overly serious voice, “we open with the noble 'Antipasti.' A tale of olives, cheeses, and... meatballs. Tragic meatballs. They die for our sins.”

I nearly spit my drink through my nose.

“It’s fine,” I wheezed, coughing hard. “I already decided what I’ll order.”

“Ja ja, okay mijn lief. I stop now. No more funny voice,” she giggled, clearly proud of herself. Her boot came to a rest against me again. Lightly, gently, just enough to remind me she hadn’t forgotten the tension she left behind.

I shifted, flustered, staring down at my lap. The sudden lack of attention after her idle teasing for so long was jarring to my swollen member. I was so worked up that my hand found itself under the table, pressing her foot firmly against me. My hips moved involuntarily, grinding against her sole with quiet desperation.

“Oh?” she said, eyebrow raised, that devilish tone curling around each word. “I say I stop. Not mean that stop though. Yet my poor boy start moving like slut under table all on his own. Are you that desperate for my boot, Luca? Want I walk all over you now? In public?”

Her voice was low and teasing, but the heel that pushed against my balls now made it abundantly clear—this wasn’t just play.

I couldn’t help but flush at how direct she was. Her voice was obviously mocking as she began pressing the heel of her boot with a bit more force against my already swollen balls. Yet even though I was embarrassed I didn’t stop.

“I-I can’t help it, Nora. It’s just been so long since you had me put this ca—”

“Hnng!” My voice was cut short by a sudden yelp from shock.

Her boot had dug in suddenly. Not hard enough to truly hurt, but enough to shut me up instantly.

“Kak!” She muttered under her breath. Her whole body frozen with her boot pressed painfully into my crotch, pinning me to my chair.

 I felt the shift in her appearance instantly. Her once playful teasing gone as her eyes darted across the room, to something…behind me? Had someone noticed what we were doing? My heart raced at the thought of being caught in such a high-end place like this.

Nora quickly withdrew her boots from my lap. The sudden pressure being removed was only a minor relief as this new unknown pressure drifted in the air around us. Leaning in close, the candlelight flickering in the dangerous gaze she held over my shoulder.

Her eyes shifted nervously back to me. Her mouth twisted, caught between a smirk and something more…confliction.

“Fuck...Sorry for startle. No mean press that hard. But no look. Mr. client at bar behind us. I not recognize him at first with back turned. Very wealthy. Always tips crazy. Has fat cock and fatter wallet. He always go crazy for me. He just notice I here, wave for me to come over. I… I go say hi.”

Standing up, she began fidgeting with her outfit for the first time that day. Pulling her skirt down ever so slightly to show off more of those straps hugging her hips. Then she leaned down, lips brushing mine with a kiss that lingered too long to be casual, but not long enough to feel confident.

“I come back quick. Be good boy. Don’t miss me too much.”

I nodded, trying to smile. Trying to ignore the tightening in my chest… and in my pants. I could feel my stomach knot at this sudden change in plans. Her going off to greet another man. Like we hadn’t just been flirting seconds ago with her boot pressed into my crotch. Like I wasn’t sitting here with her taste in my mouth and my cock still pulsing desperately inside this goddamn cage.

She hesitated as she got ready to leave. Her eyes lingered on me, as if something inside her was torn. Then, with a small sigh, she sank into the shadows of the restaurant around me.

Sitting there alone, I couldn’t help but wonder who this “Mr. Client” was. What he looked like. What they were talking about. What they had done before. Nora specifically had chosen to mention him and his…fat cock earlier. I reached for the water in front of me. The cool glass doing little to ease my racing heart. How long had it been so far? A minute? Two? Three? Should I turn around to look and see if she was still there? Was there even a point…all I would see is their shadows if I was able to make out even that…

My mind was starting to unravel when I heard it. The rhythmic clicking of her boot’s heels against the restaurant’s floor. Nora was coming back.

I felt her hands brush gently along my arm as she quickly made her way back to her seat.

“Luca. My client say he very happy see me here. Just get big promotion and want celebrate. I tell him I with friend but he insist and say he pay double.” Her eyes shifted nervously between me and the shadows behind us as her hand reached from across the table to squeeze my own reassuringly. “So, I uhh, hahaha, sorry baby. I tell him only have time for quickie. Can’t keep friend waiting. And he say alright.” Nora was almost giggling at this point, either from my dazed look or the huge payday she had stumbled into I couldn’t tell.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I knew Nora was an escort but…on our first date? I felt the sinking feeling in my chest build as that damn throbbing just kept growing stronger and stronger at this unexpected twist.

“H-how…much is double for a quickie…?” I asked unsure of what else to say.

Nora smiled nervously as she seemingly ran some calculations in her head before answering.

“Ah… well… little over grand. Plus, he tip like crazy like I say…” Nora said bashfully as she suddenly found the ceiling to be the most interesting thing in the world.

Holy…I felt my heart skip a beat at the casual drop of such a huge number. While it didn’t make it any easier for me, I understood why she didn’t want to turn away this regular of hers.

“No worry. I be quick, promise. Like I say he go crazy for me because I give best ahh…haha” Nora smiled sheepishly again as she quickly looked around before sticking out her tongue and motioned with her free hand, stopping before anyone might notice.

“Won’t last more than five minutes with me, I promise.” Nora emphasized again as her thumb gently traced circles against my hand.

“A-alright… Well… umm… Have fun? Good luck? Knock him dead? I’m not entirely sure what the expression to say here is.” I laughed nervously at the sudden realization that my girlfriend was about to go off and give some rich guy a blowjob during our first date…

“Hahaha. I take good luck. Thank you for understand Luca, mijn lief.” Nora smiled back, seemingly reassured that I hadn’t refused this sudden development on our date.

Taking one last moment to look at me, her eyes seemed to be staring at more than just me. Almost like she was trying to see through me, to the thoughts racing around inside my head. But with a sigh, she stood up at last and made her way to me again.

I couldn’t help but notice that perfume of hers again. Her scent wrapped around me, as it would this other man soon enough, as she pulled me into a hug, arms draped over my shoulders, pressing my face gently against her chest. Her fingers stroked the back of my hair with a kind of practiced tenderness. Against my cheek, the cold metal of the key pressed harder—taunting, maddening. And still, I just sat there, frozen in her warmth, thoughts spiraling from the obscene gesture she’d made only moments before, my blood pulsing urgently in the cage between my legs.

“Be back soon, mijn lief,” Nora whispered.

I couldn’t help but glance over my shoulder as she turned to leave. But then, mid-stride, she stopped.

A second passed. Then another. Then a third.

Why had she frozen? Was she having second thoughts?

My heart skipped as she slowly turned, boots tapping excitedly against the floor as she rushed back to the chair. Without a word, she reached beneath the table, pulled out the bunny backpack, and gently placed it on the seat where she’d just been sitting.

“I leave Ms. bunny here to keep you company, ja? She watch you while I go... make tip for dinner.”

Her smile tried to be casual, but I saw the tiny flicker of guilt behind her eyes.

“I be quick,” she added quietly, brushing her fingers against mine one last time—a gentle reminder, though whether it was meant for me or for her, I couldn’t say.

“Don’t eat all the breadsticks.”

And with that, she bent down and gave me a kiss on the forehead, sweet, intimate, and as far away from a blowjob as possible, before turning and walked off toward the man who had waved her over—leaving me sitting at a candlelit table, next to a stuffed bunny, my cock strained in utter ecstasy at this taboo dilemma as heart fluttered off to somewhere else entirely.

I could still feel the warmth of her lips against my forehead from that last kiss as the seconds passed. A gentle reminder on how those warm lips were about to be wrapped around something…someone…else~

The restroom was gold-trimmed and silent, the kind of luxury that tried to make you forget what you forget what you came there to do. Marble counters, soft ambient lighting, and a velvet chaise in the corner—it almost made what was about to happen feel romantic. Almost.

Nora locked the door behind her with a quiet click, then turned, her smile painted on before she even faced him.

“Mr. Van Daalen,” she cooed, stepping forward on slow, confident heels. “You clean up nice, as always.”

He turned from the mirror, broad shoulders filling out his navy suit like a glove. “Nora,” he rumbled, eyes drifting immediately to her legs. “You’re even more beautiful than I remembered. I didn’t expect to bump into you here. I got lucky tonight.”

“Ja, ja. You did,” she smiled, moving close. Her fingers brushed the lapel of his jacket. “I’m only here to show off. Celebrating tonight with someone special.”

His gaze flicked down to the delicate silver chain hanging around her neck, the key nestled between her breasts.

“And this?” he asked, eyes narrowing with amusement. “That new?”

“Mmm,” she purred, tilting her head. “Not new. Very… important though.” She tapped the key with her fingertip. “Keeps my special boy locked up tight. Good boy. Very obedient. He wait for me outside right now.”

Van Daalen chuckled, unbuckling his belt as Nora slowly sank to her knees before him. “Kink thing, huh? Poor guy. I almost feel bad for him.”

“Don’t,” she smirked up at him, tugging his pants down with practiced ease. “He will love when I spoil with money.”

Then she took him into her mouth.

No teasing. No buildup.

Just smooth, practiced grace, sliding his thick, fat, cock down her throat in one motion. Her eyes stayed locked on his, glittering with challenge as her nose pressed into his stomach. He let out a ragged breath and grabbed her hair, trying not to groan too loudly in the echoing space.

Nora bobbed her head in slow rhythm, her lips gliding slickly, her tongue swirling with purposeful precision. Spit began to run down the base of his shaft, pooling warmly in the crease where his thighs met.

“Goddamn,” he hissed. “Your mouth… still the best.”

Nora smiled around him, a wicked glint in her eyes, moaning just loud enough for the vibrations to hit. Her eyes fluttered shut for a second, imagining Luca out at the table, nervously waiting. Probably fidgeting. Probably hard as hell. Probably imagining her on her knees just like this.

That thought made her suck harder.

“Mmm…” she popped off for a second with a wet gasp, lips dark and glossy, a thread of spit still connecting her mouth to his cock. She wiped it away with the back of her hand, smirking. “Can’t be long. My boy out there, remember? First date. Poor thing is dying to cum. So hurry, ja? I hungry for him.”

“You’re twisted,” he laughed, but he was already pulsing in her hand. “Think he knows what a filthy little slut you are?”

“Oh, he knows,” Nora whispered to the erect cock in front of her. “He knows everything...”

And then she swallowed him whole again, deeper this time—throat flexing, spit bubbling out past her lips. Her unnatural tongue coiling around his shaft in a spiral all the way down to his base. Her moans were barely restrained. Not for Van Daalen’s pleasure, but for the thought of what she’d do to Luca after this. How full his cage would be when she returned. How sensitive. How obedient. How adorable.

He grabbed her hair tighter. His hips jerked. She knew his signs.

She stayed buried deep, lips sealed tight, tongue slowly coiling back and forth around his cock like a screw, as he finally groaned and came in her throat.

Nora swallowed every drop with a satisfied hum, her eyes closed, expression dreamy as if savoring fine wine. She couldn’t help but wonder what Luca would say if he could see this moment right now. If he could watch his precious Nora greedily gulping down this mans seed. When she pulled off at last, a small stripe of cum clung stubbornly to the edge of her lip. She didn’t bother wiping it away.

“Always a pleasure, Mr. Van Daalen,” she said, giving his still throbbing tip a gentle kiss before rising smoothly to her feet and straightening her skirt. “Congratulations again on promotion.”

He was still catching his breath, adjusting his tie with a dazed smile as he began reaching for his over encumbered wallet. “You ever need a quick buck, you let me know.”

Nora only winked, already turning toward the door. Paused just once, just long enough to glance in the mirror and gently smear away the trace on her lip with her thumb.

Then she left.

Sitting there, alone at the candlelit table, the soft clinking of silverware and murmurs of other diners were a dull buzz in my ears. My water sat mostly untouched. The breadsticks remained in their little basket, but only because I couldn't bring himself to eat. Not while my mind swirled with all those of Nora, my girlfriend, with her mystery client.

I couldn’t help but picture Nora’s lips wrapped around someone else, her eyes fluttering closed, her moans echoing in the thick, upscale tiles of some bathroom stall. Imagining her teasing laugh, her wicked tongue… the one that had been in my mouth not long ago… now lavishing someone else’s cock with that foxlike smile. The thought made my stomach twist… and my cock ache harder.

The cage was unbearable. Pulsing. Slick. His boxers were damp. Shifting uncomfortably, I felt like I was going insane.

And then —

Click. Click. Click.

That familiar rhythm, sharp and sure, echoing down the polished floor like a countdown. One I had come to crave.

Before I could turn, I felt her. Arms slipping around my shoulders, her soft body pressing into his back.

“I back, mijn lief,” Nora whispered, lips grazing my ear. “You miss me, ja?”

Before I could answer, she spun me just enough to pull me into a kiss. Not soft, not gentle. Starved. Desperate.

Nora’s tongue slid into my mouth, impossibly long, warm, and slow. That silver barbell piercing brushing deliberately against the roof of my mouth. I could taste it on her instantly

Sex.

That was the only word that came to mind. Her breath was thick with it. Salty, musky, the scent of infidelity still clinging to her like perfume. Her lipstick smudged. Her kiss was soaked in the slick remnants of what she'd just done, and she made no effort to hide it.

She moaned softly into his mouth, letting her tongue swirl, slow and languid. Before coiling around his own tongue like a snake constricting its prey. Showing off her skill. Sharing without words what that tongue had just done. Marking him. The kiss lasted longer than it should have. Long enough for him to taste everything, imagine everything.

When Nora finally pulled back, her smile was devilish, her tongue poking out just enough to flash the silver ball between her lips in a playful and innocent tease.

“Mmm. Why you no taste like breadstick?” She giggled. “You should fix that, ja?”

Then she walked around the table and dropped casually back into her seat, moving Ms. Bunny back to the floor, she casually adjusted her skirt like she hadn’t just swallowed another man’s cum in a luxury restroom.

A server appeared with perfect timing, setting down our plates, steaming bowls of pasta, rich with aroma and herbs.

“Oh! Finally!” Nora chirped, practically bouncing in her seat as she picked up her fork. “I worked up big appetite. Starving now.”

She immediately started twirling her spaghetti, humming happily as she took a big bite. Her hand instantly rising to her cheek as she let out a soft moan of pleasure in front of me like this was the only thing that mattered.

I sat motionless. Watching her eat. Watching the way her lips wrapped around the fork. The way her tongue licked at the corner of her mouth, the taste of sauce undoubtedly drowning out the taste of previous sins. I could feel my cock pulsing again, aching in its tiny prison, leaking more with every casual glance at her.

Nora didn’t even looking up as she mumbled through her next bite, “You okay, baby? Why you look so tense? Eat before it get cold, ja?”

She winked, playful, hinting, like she knew exactly what was going through my mind. Then took another mouthful and kept eating, smiling like she didn’t have a care in the world.

The rest of the night was a blur.

I barely tasted my food. Not because it wasn’t good, but because all I could think about was her. Nora, sitting across from me like she hadn’t just casually stepped out to service another man mid-dinner date. Fork in hand, spaghetti sauce on the edge of her lip, chatting about some ridiculous Norwegian cooking show she liked. Teasing me between bites with little looks, like the way her tongue slowly licked the sauce from her fork — her eyes never leaving mine. Or the time she dropped her napkin, bent to pick it up, and whispered “Still leaking?” from under the tablecloth.

She didn’t even need to touch me after that. I was dripping like a broken faucet inside my cage, my cock uselessly straining against steel.

Finishing her meal first, Nora took the opportunity to reach into her bunny bag for her lipstick and a mirror.

“Oh my! Hahaha I look mess! Bad boy. Luca, you need tell your girlfriend when lipstick get all smudgy next time. I’m always such messy eater. Swear. Shocked it don’t get all over me.” Nora teased, as her eyes stared straight at me instead of on the mirror. Her hands deftly reapplying that beautiful lipstick once more as her foot gently rubbed against mine.

Dessert came. Of course it came.

Ordered with a sly grin and a wink at me. Something rich and chocolatey, enough to keep her moaning for all the wrong reasons with each bite.

“Client tip very good tonight,” she said as the waiter placed the plate between us, his ears closed with a professional deafness to our conversation. Having addressed the elephant in the room directly for the first time since coming back to our table, Nora continued. “So you get chocolate cake. Is special treat for being such sweet puppy, waiting so patiently for me, ja?”

She fed me a bite on her fork — dragging it across my lips slowly and deliberately like she was painting me. Then she sucked the leftover cream off her fork while keeping her foot pressed lightly against my ankle. She didn't even need to say anything anymore. Every movement was a message.

I had long since checked out by the time the check actually came. My mind solely transfixed on the beautiful temptress in front of me, completely oblivious at this point to the swelling in my cage. I already knew she was going to pay. She didn’t even look at the bill. Just slid a black card from her purse and handed it over with a lazy smile.

“Thank you,” the waiter said politely.

After the waiter stepped away, Nora leaned in close whispering, “Thank him,” as she tossed a nod over my shoulder in the vague direction of the man at the bar.

Hiding a laugh behind her hand, I could tell she saw how red my cheeks must have turned at that one final tease. Then grabbing the Ms. Bunny off the chair beside her and slinging her over one shoulder, she reached for my hand, ready to leave.

“Come. I want cuddle. My puppy look tired.” She gave me a knowing smile as she looked down at my crotch. “Or maybe… not tired. Just… very full.”

I flushed as I stood up, her fingers already lacing with mine like nothing in the world was out of place. Like this night hadn’t unraveled me. Like I hadn’t sat here caged, throbbing, leaking like a pathetic little mess for her while she had gone off with one of her clients.

We decided to walk back to her apartment. Cold air wrapped around us, but her hand stayed warm in mine the whole way. Her perfume still clung to her skin. Her pace was calm. Unrushed. Like she’d already decided exactly how the rest of the night would go and there wasn’t a single thing I could do about it.

And maybe… I didn’t want to.