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My Girlfriend's Blowjobs Are Legendary! Too Bad They're Not Just For Me… Part 9
🕑 Added 2025-09-21 09:00:07 +0000 UTCNora’s “walk” wasn’t exactly the calm, hand-in-hand stroll through the city I imagined. No, she practically skipped beside me, Ms. Bunny bouncing against her back, every bit the picture of an overgrown schoolgirl playing hooky.
We cut through the neighborhood and into a park, sunlight spilling across the winding paths. Kids shrieked from the playground in the distance, couples jogged past with earbuds in, and Nora? Nora was clinging to my arm with both hands like she was showing off a prize she’d won at the fair.
“See?” she said, tugging me closer until my shoulder brushed her chest. “Perfect boyfriend for Nora. So tall. Well… I taller right now, but so strong! Makes all other girls jealous.”
I glanced around, lowering my voice. “I don’t think anyone’s looking.”
Her lips curled into that dangerous grin. “Mm. That’s what you think. But you have fuzzy eyes, remember?” She stopped suddenly, tugging me around to face her. “Look, dog walker staring already.”
I turned instinctively—only to find an elderly man patiently waiting, plastic bag in hand, for the tiny poodle at his heel to finish squatting. But it was true, the poodle refused to break eye contact with us for some strange reason.
“See? Even though you are my puppy, bitch has eyes all over you. Luca is irresistible.” Nora said, sandwiching my arm between the two massive mounds her sweater did little to hide, in a defensive show of ownership.
“God, you’re cruel,” I muttered, though my own laugh broke through despite myself.
“Not cruel. Playful.” She adjusted her glasses, smirking as she leaned in to whisper close enough for her breath to tickle my ear. “Besides… your blush cuter than dog anyway. Much prefer go on walk and pet my Luca over whore dog over there.”
I could already feel Nora’s hand reaching for my head when I spoke up to stop her. “Please… not in public Nora.”
“But you love hair ruffle! Who’s my good boy?” Nora affectionally teased in that high pitched voice dog owners insist on using with their beloved four-legged friends.
“Nora! There are people here… Please.” I could already feel my cheeks burning as I looked up at her staring back down at me.
“Pfft. Fine fine. I remember next time you ask for ruffle.” Nora was practically jeering at me as she spoke, loud enough for the old man to hear. “Didn’t complain this much last night though when I had you—”
I cut her off by squeezing her hand tight, shooting her what I meant to be a warning glare. But with my face burning red and the cage throbbing harder with every word, I was painfully aware that my ‘serious’ expression probably looked more like begging than anything intimidating.
“Right. Sorry. Too much.” Nora laughed as she leaned down to whisper, “Save that talk for later, ja? By way, Luca, how cage feeling down there? Is getting tight I bet?”
All I could manage was a gulp, my voice caught in my throat as the dull throbbing down under rushed into a violent aching. The warmth from her lips tickled my ear as she gave me a frustratingly quick nibble before pulling away and scanning the area to see if anyone had noticed.
The poodle, satisfied with its work, had left a bountiful reward that kept its owner distracted from her quick tease.
I’ll admit, in that moment I felt rooted to the ground. My balls feeling incredibly tight against the cage. Thankfully, Nora took the cue noticing I was just standing there staring at her boots and began pulling me along beside her in a speedy escape.
We walked further under the trees, the summer air warm but comfortable. Nora kept swinging my arm back and forth like she was testing how much embarrassment I could take in public. At one point she even stretched up onto her toes, planting a wet kiss on my forehead loud enough for people passing by to hear the exaggerated “mwah!”
“Really?” I asked, groaning as a group of passing teens snickered with obvious signs of jealousy on a few of the boys’ faces.
“Of course,” Nora said, utterly unapologetic. “What good is cute boyfriend if Nora can’t show off? Now hold still. Left kissy mark on you.” Nora giggled as she let go of my hand, her sleeves falling back to reveal her fingers as she seductively began to suck on her thumb. Her tongue, having coated it in a thick layer of saliva, now reached out to wipe away her mark on me.
“Oh god… it’s like you’re my grandma all of a sudden.” I moaned in humiliation as I tried swatting her hand away.
Raising her eyebrow at me in a smirk she said. “What? You want keep mark on forehead for all to see Luca? Didn’t know you so bold all of sudden.”
Looking up at her like that, seeing that smug grin on her face. She knew I would die from embarrassment if I kept it on. Just like how I would die from embarrassment for letting her wipe it off me like this. Weighing the options in my mind though, I settled on the path with less lingering trauma.
“Fine… Please wipe it off for me.”
“Good boy. Hold still.” Nora cooed as her thumb began wiping away her lingering mark of affection. “There. All better. Fresh boy again.” Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, she skipped a few paces ahead, turning to walk backward as she faced me. The sun caught her glasses, her sweater sleeves billowing in the breeze, strands of her hair lifting up to show off that perfect smile. She looked like a girl pulled straight from a daydream—except this daydream carried my key on a necklace.
“Okay,” she announced grandly, spreading her arms wide as though presenting the park itself. “Walk complete. Boyfriend now officially shown off. Next stop—café date!”
She tapped her chin, pretending to think hard. “So… Luca carry me whole way there? Like princess? Very romantic. Very impressive for people watching.”
I raised a brow. “You’d make me carry you three blocks through the city?”
She only grinned wider, stepping back into my arm. “Maybe. But don’t worry. I small girl. Fit perfect.”
My eyes dropped straight to where her sweater was stretched thin across those massive curves, the key resting against the white fabric. From there I dragged my gaze up, up, until I met her smug eyes looking down at me, glasses catching the sun. Then, helplessly, my stare fell right back to her chest. “Oh, yeah… small,” I muttered, dripping with sarcasm.
Nora caught the whole show, her grin snapping into a pout as she threw her arms over her chest in mock horror. “Luca! Eyes up here when I talking! And don’t mother ever teach you not to comment on women’s size?” Nora scolded me with an overly dramatic look of devastation.
I didn’t even bother looking at her face this time, entranced by the swaying her sudden movements had caused. “...Small,” I muttered again, though it came out more like a prayer to her tits than an actual comment.
Rolling her eyes in exasperation, I could see the corners of her mouth rising into that devilish grin she always gets whenever she has a naughty idea. Stepping in close, her left hand found its place against the small of my back, dragging me closer. Surprised by the sudden force, my hands shot out to catch myself, landing firmly on her hips.
I felt absolutely lost standing under her control like that. The arm around my waist forced our bodies together with that uncanny strength of hers. I was drowning in her scent; my every breath filled with the sweet aroma from her perfume. I hadn’t noticed it before with the wind blowing but standing so close to her now, I could tell. A new brand, something far deadlier in a much more innocent way. Vanilla and marshmallows.
I could already feel myself melting into her. My arms unconsciously wrapping themselves around her waist, settling themselves just above that perfect ass that had nearly taken my life the night prior. God, her chest was so close… practically eye level with me. The key was right there, taunting me with every pulse I felt inside the cage. It was intoxicating. It took all my strength to break my gaze, only to be met with Nora’s playful smile as she stared down at me.
And then it hit me. Her free hand darting towards the bulge in my pants. Only it wasn’t my cock she was met with, but the cruel plastic of the cage she had stuffed me in a few hours earlier.
“F-fuck…” I whimpered, unable to think straight. We were in public right now and Nora was practically claiming me as her property right here in the middle of the park for everyone to see.
“Only small thing here is boyfriend’s cock. Remember?” Nora’s voice purred out as sweet as honey, sending shivers down my spine.
“N-Nora—” My plea was half-whisper, half-whimper, but she was already pressing harder, fingers curling under the bulge until they found my exposed balls. A sharp squeeze made my knees nearly buckle.
“Ja, mijn lief?” She cooed eyes bright with mischief as her skilled fingers, still deadly even through the layers of fabric that separated us, began rolling me cruelly, deliberate and slow. “So tight already. So needy. Poor little guy. Can barely breathe.”
The frustration was unbearable. My cock throbbed uselessly inside its prison while her palm stroked along the ridges of the device, each touch making my member desperate to get harder. I pressed my forehead into her chest, muffling a desperate groan against the soft swell of her tits. The key dangled there, gleaming in the sun, as if mocking me with the freedom I couldn’t taste.
Relishing her power, Nora leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I sorry. Forget boyfriend is cute, leaky, little bitch. Much prefer owner put you on a leash and walk you there instead for everyone to see, ja? Should we go find poodle man and ask to borrow leash?”
Heaven or Hell, I couldn’t decide. My mind was flooded with scenes of Nora, half naked in lingerie, leading me around her apartment with a leash. Sitting down on that black leather couch of hers, legs spread, tugging me closer and ordering me to satisfy her after coming back home from a session with one of her clients.
I could feel myself rising on my toes, her tongue leaving hot trails of saliva around my ear as she knowingly abused my weak spot. I was pleading at this point, half expecting Nora to have her way with me right there in the open. “W-we… should get going to the café… Weren’t… you hungry… m-mistress…”
Her tongue, having coiled around my ear, threatening to swallow me whole, paused it’s snake like dance at the words mistress before retracted just long enough for her to whisper. “Mm. Mistress… I like this word. Say again.”
“M-mistress…” I whimpered.
“Good boy.” Her squeeze grew firmer, her rhythm crueler, as if she could milk frustration out of me drop by drop. “Mistress want hear you say word in her own tongue. Try for me pet. Repeat after me, minnares.”
The words sounded foreign on my lips, but I tried my best to repeat the word for her. “Minnares.“
I could practically feel the power radiating off her after hearing me say it. “Fuck. Luca usually you only sound silly when speak Dutch. But that, that was hot. I love. I am your girlfriend, your owner, your Minnares. Hero boy belong to me.” Noras lips whispered beside me as her grip tightened, highlighting the power she had.
All I could do was gulp.
“Now. What say before about food? Minnares has perfect meal right here. Don’t need café.” And with that declaration, all I could feel was the heat from her mouth as her tongue left a warm wet trail down my neck.
I was going to die. I could feel My balls felt like they were about to burst as Nora continued her gentle, rhythmic squeezing. Each flick of her tongue sent lightning down my spine. It took all my strength to pull away from her, but with nowhere else to go, all I could do was bury myself even further into those soft pillowy mounds. At last, survival instincts kicked in, and with my face buried in her chest, I blurted the only lifeline I could think of. “I-I’ll get you Biscotti!”
I could feel her body stiffen, her hand no longer massaging my aching member through my clothes. “You offer… Biscotti?” She pulled back just enough to look down at me, glasses slipping low on her nose.
I nodded quickly, each frantic nod making her tits bounce against my cheeks.
Her grin spread slow, wicked and victorious. “Mm. Boyfriend knows magic word.” Her grip on my crotch loosened, sliding away in one last teasing caress before she seized my hand instead. “Come. Mistress show you way.”
I stumbled trying to keep up as she tugged me toward the park exit, my cage throbbing and my balls aching so sharply it hurt to walk. With each step I was starting to realize… she hadn’t locked me up this morning to keep me out of trouble. She had done it to keep me safe — safe from the trouble she herself would cause.
Talking more to herself than to me, Nora called out loud enough for the nearby pigeons to look over. “You know, kinky couples have what call safe word. Maybe ours should be Biscotti.”
I tried to nudge her with my elbow in annoyance. Instead, her chest bumped me, tits jiggling against my arm and sending another fresh pang of frustration straight into the cage. All I could do at this point was sigh and try to keep her pace.
