Becca Bellamy
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An Uptight Girl Learns to Relax - Part 2
🕑 Added 2025-04-28 05:02:36 +0000 UTCClick here to read the first part of the story.
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Imagine your girlfriend suddenly cancels your post-brunch plans. You can't help but wonder what she's doing instead of hanging out with you. Well...this is what she's doing.
Julia wasn't wearing a cardigan. Her blouse wasn't buttoned all the way up to her neck, either. Her skirt was just a little bit shorter than usual, too.
Ian wondered if those changes were for him, if she was trying to be a little bit enticing, or if it was just a bit warmer than usual and she'd chosen a bit less clothing in the name of staying cool as their friend group gathered for an outdoor Sunday brunch at a hot new restaurant.
Two weeks had passed since Ian first fucked Julia. He'd fucked her once more a week after their first encounter and she'd sucked his dick and swallowed his load just three days ago. She'd begged him to fuck her on that occasion but he'd denied her, choosing instead to enjoy her mouth and cum on her tongue. He'd then instructed her to go to her boyfriend's apartment and suck him off. Julia had done so and she'd reported back that she'd found less pleasure in blowing Mark, which was precisely what Ian was hoping for.
Ian spent most of brunch thinking about Julia. He tried not to look at her all that often, but he couldn't help but think of how good she'd looked with his dick in her mouth, of how much effort she'd put into sucking him off, of how she'd literally begged him to fuck her. It had been a good decision not to give her what she wanted, though, because she'd spent most of brunch glancing his way. She wanted him. Ian could feel it. She probably hated that she wanted him - she was cheating on her boyfriend, after all - but she wanted him.
At one point, Julia got up to go to the bathroom. Ian followed a few minutes later and caught her on the way out. He blocked her way and she looked up at him.
"What do you want?" she asked.
He said nothing for a few seconds and then leaned in to whisper, "I want to see your soft lips wrapped around my cock again."
Julia didn't walk away. She didn't even lean away. Instead, an almost imperceptible moan escaped her lips before she kissed his neck. It was like she couldn't help herself, like she was so caught up in her desire for him that she had to touch him in some small way.
"What do you want?" he asked while leaning back.
"I...I don't know."
Julia moved to walk past him and Ian said, "I think you do know. I want to hear you say it, though. That's the only way I'll give it to you."
She looked past him and her eyes scanned the restaurant like she was scouting for danger. Julia took a deep breath, adjusted her glasses, and looked up at him as she said, "I...I want you to fuck me, Ian."
"What are your plans after brunch?"
"Mark and I are going to the botanical garden."
"How thrilling," Ian said with a laugh. "Well, I'm afraid that the only time I'm available for the next week is right after brunch, so you'll have to cancel your plans with Mark if you want what only I can give you."
She looked both angry and eager. "You're such an asshole."
"Yes, I am."
Ian walked into the bathroom with a smile on his face. He relieved himself, washed his hands, and strolled back to their table. Julia glanced at him and he took note of the fact that her blouse was now buttoned up to her neck. Then he noticed that her cheeks were flushed and he wondered if the same was true of her chest. Perhaps she'd buttoned her blouse to avoid showing off her arousal, arousal that Ian had inspired.
Unsurprisingly, Julia texted him half an hour after they'd all left the restaurant. She showed up at Ian's door not long after.
"Why are you here?" he asked while blocking her from entering his apartment.
"You know why I'm here."
He smiled. "I do. But I want you to say it."
Again the look of anger and desire. "I'm here because I...because I want you to fuck me, Ian."
"Want, or need?"
She looked away and for a moment Ian thought he might have pushed her a little too far. "I'm here because I need you to fuck me."
He stepped aside and she breezed into his apartment.
"Can I get you a drink? I happen to have some Prosecco. I noticed you passed on alcohol at brunch. Perhaps I could tempt you now that you're here," he said.
She turned to him and adjusted her glasses. Ian hadn't yet figured if there was something that triggered that particular nervous-seeming habit, but he found it endearing.
"I'd like a mimosa, yes."
Ian stepped into his kitchen and made two mimosas. He found Julia sitting on his couch with one leg crossed over the other. She was staring out the door that led to his balcony with an unreadable look on her face.
"Here you are," he said.
She took the glass and Ian gently clinked his against it.
"A toast to doing what feels good."
Julia smiled and sipped the mimosa. "Heavy on the Prosecco."
Ian studied her face and Julia looked away. He couldn't tell if she'd regretted surrendering to her desires and coming to his apartment. He didn't regret anything, though, which made him a terrible friend and perhaps a bad person. Ian didn't really care, though.
"How are things with you and Mark?" he asked.
She sighed deeply. "Really good, actually."
"Why the heavy sigh?"
She took a very long sip of her drink before answering. "He likes that I'm loosening up a little. I mean, he hasn't come out and said it, but things are really good because Mark's happier with our sex life in the past few weeks. He's particularly happy that I've given him a few blowjobs since I..."
She trailed off, so Ian finished the sentence. "Since I made you suck me off?"
Julia nodded and took another long swig of her drink. A mimosa was generally meant to be sipped, which made Ian wonder if she was in search of liquid courage.
"How many times have you blown your boyfriend since you swallowed my cum?"
"Just twice. The one time you made me and then again last night."
Ian smiled at the idea that he'd actually improved Mark's sex life by convincing his girlfriend to cheat. "I understand the first time, but why last night?"
She finished the rest of her drink. "He asked. Well, he sort of asked. He asked by gently trying to guide me between his legs while we were fooling around on the couch. I knew what he wanted and I gave it to him because I feel guilty. Plus, he came quickly the first time so I figured I wouldn't be down there for long. And I wasn't. And he was really, really happy afterwards and really happy again this morning."
"Men tend to be happy when they get a blowjob."
"I'm learning that," Julia said.
Ian smiled. "Do you not have much experience with blowjobs?"
She shook her head and looked into her empty glass.
"Would you like another?"
Julia nodded and Ian took the glass and made her another mimosa. He returned to the living room to find that she'd loosened the top two buttons of her blouse and was actually showing off a bit of cleavage. He caught a glimpse of a lovely white lace bra clinging to the perky flesh of her breasts and wondered if she'd worn it for him.
"So, blowjobs? Not something you've done a lot?" he asked while handing her the drink.
"No, not really. I don't...I don't know. It's just not something I really ever found myself wanting to do for a guy."
"And I take it you've never been with a guy where you felt like you had to do it to keep him happy."
She shook her head.
"You'll have to suck my cock to keep me happy," he said.
Julia looked away and smoothed her skirt with her free hand. Ian reached out and ran his hand under the skirt. His fingers moved between her legs and found her panties. He pressed against them and confirmed her wetness.
He leaned in and whispered, "You have the ability to be an excellent cocksucker, Julia, and I'm going to make sure you get plenty of practice."
She closed her eyes and moaned. He pressed harder against her panties and began to move his fingers in slow circles. Her legs parted her she turned towards him. Ian made no move to kiss her, but Julia took the initiative. She leaned in. Her lips found his. Her tongue moved as if possessed by a great hunger for his. She moaned as he worked his fingers into her panties and penetrated her pussy. Ian wasn't sure he'd ever felt such wetness between a woman's legs and he felt an impressive kind of confidence surge through him.
Her lips remained close to his as the kiss ended. "Can I...can I suck your cock?" she asked.
He smiled. "Not yet."
Ian pulled his fingers from her panties and pushed them into her mouth. He remained close and held her gaze while she sucked her juices off of him.
"Strip for me," he instructed.
Julia set her drink on the coffee table, stood, and stripped to her underwear. The bra and panty set was matching and really quite elegant.
"Are those new?" he asked.
Julia shook her head. "No, but I don't wear them very often."
"And why did you wear them today?"
She looked away, a sudden burst of shyness enveloping her. "I was...I was hoping I'd end up in your apartment. I wanted...I wanted to look good for you."
"You look stunning, Julia."
There was joy on her face as Ian extended his hand and pulled her close on the couch. He put his arm around her and Julia picked up her mimosa and took a long sip. Her body was warm and soft against his and Ian couldn't help the erection that had formed between his legs. He liked the idea that she'd worn underwear just for him, that she wanted to look good for him.
"Do you wear lingerie for Mark?" he asked.
"No. We don't...we usually do it in the dark. I don't...I've not really worn lingerie for anyone."
There was something sad about having sex in the dark, about the lack of confidence that led Julia to a fear of fucking in full light. Ian liked that the pull of getting fucked by him was enough to help her push past that insecurity.
"Do you see yourself playing in the orchestra for the rest of your life, or do you have other ambitions?" Ian asked.
The sudden change of subject seemed to throw Julia off for a moment, but she recovered quickly enough. "I'm really not sure. There are lifers in the orchestra - people who've been there for decades - but most of them seem...I don't know, unfulfilled. They talk about the good old days, about when people had more respect for classical music, about when it was easy to sell out each and every show. Sometimes I wonder if it's something of a dying art form and if I really should be developing a different skill set."
It was more of an answer than Ian had expected. "People make money on YouTube and social channels playing classical instruments, don't they?"
"They do. It's a lot harder than you might think, though. To stand out, I mean."
"Being hot might help with that, though."
She looked up at him. "I'm not hot."
"You could be. You're beautiful and being hot is really just a matter of how you do your hair and makeup and what you wear. Though honestly you wouldn't have to change anything - you could stick with the buttoned up blouses and cardigans and the glasses - and you'd still find an audience you could make money off of."
Julia smiled in a different manner than he'd seen her smile. "I didn't think you cared," she said.
Ian was surprised to feel a sudden sense of embarrassment, like he'd been far too vulnerable, which wasn't really true. He hadn't been vulnerable at all. He'd just showed interest in Julia.
"Yeah, well, I'm still an asshole," he said.
She laughed and finished her mimosa. "Yes, you are. There's no doubt about that. You're sitting next to a half naked girl that's dating your supposed friend. You don't feel any remorse for that, I assume, and I imagine you're not going to feel any remorse for whatever it is you plan on doing to me."
"Not even a little remorse," Ian replied before he finished his drink and set the glass on the coffee table. "Stand up."
Julia stood without hesitation.
"Let me see you dance. Something sexy. Try and arouse me with your body."
Ian grabbed his phone, paired it with his Bluetooth speaker, and put on a song with a good beat.
"I...I can't," she said.
"You can and you will. Right now. Or I'm not fucking you."
Julia looked at his crotch. She wanted him. She wanted to get fucked. She might have even needed it. She turned away from him and began to dance. She was not a natural. The movement of her hips was not smooth. She was trying, though, and her ass looked amazing in a white lace thong, which was more than enough to arouse him.
Ian stood and stepped behind her. He put his hands on her hips and used them to guide her movements in a more fluid manner. "You need to let go," he whispered, "to surrender to your desire instead of being up in your head. You need to let the desire flow through you, to let it guide your movements. Your body understands how to be sexy. You just have to relax a little."
"It's hard for me."
Ian cupped her breasts and Julia moaned. He kissed her neck while continuing to move his hips to the music. Julia did the same while pushing her ass into his crotch, which produced a spectacular erection.
"Do you masturbate, Julia?" he asked.
She tightened up and Ian moved a hand between her legs to rub her pussy.
"Do you masturbate?"
"Some...sometimes."
"When was the last time you masturbated?"
"Last night," she admitted. "After...after I gave Mark a blowjob...he took a shower and I...I masturbated in his living room."
Ian smiled. "And what did you think about while you played with your tight little pussy?"
She moaned as his hand moved into her panties. His fingers parted her pussy lips and plunged inside her. He rubbed her clit and her legs trembled as they'd both stopped moving to the beat of the music in favor of pursuing their pleasure.
"You...I thought about...I thought about you..."
"Mmm, and what did you think about, Julia?"
"I thought about you fucking me."
"And were you here? Were you in my apartment? Were you bent over my balcony getting fucked? Were you on top? Were you in my bed with my dick deep in this slick cunt of yours?"
Her body trembled and he squeezed one of her breasts hard while working his fingers deeper into her pussy.
"I was...I was here. I was...I was on top of you. I was riding you, Ian. It was...it was like I was a different woman. I was riding you and making you feel good. I was making you feel so good that you came in me...in my..."
"In your tight little cunt?"
"Yes!"
Ian pulled his hand from her panties and backed up. Julia spun around as he stripped. She watched and then closed the distance between them as soon as his underwear hit the floor. Julia sank to her knees and took him in her mouth before Ian could say a word. She swallowed half his shaft and looked up at him with a sparkle of lust in her eyes.
"Does it feel good to suck my dick?"
She nodded.
"Does it feel better than sucking your boyfriend's cock?"
"Much better. My pussy gets wet sucking your dick. It...fuck, I don't know why, but it does. I'm such a...I'm the worst girlfriend in the world."
Ian grabbed a handful of her hair and guided his dick into her mouth. He began to gently fuck her face, which was something he was certain Mark had never done. He did so until her eyes were watering, until a trail of drool dripping off her chin. Then Ian pulled out and stroked himself in front of her.
"I could cum on your face right now," he said.
"Please don't. Please, I need you to fuck me. Please."
Ian smiled. "I'll fuck you, but only if you get on your knees and beg me to cum on your face afterwards."
She wasn't happy with his demand. That much was obvious from the look on her face. "Please, don't."
"I want what I want, Julia, and cumming on Mark's girlfriend's face is really fucking hot to me, so either you beg for my load on your face or I'm not fucking you."
She stood. She took off her panties. She grabbed his dick and led him to the couch before pushing him until he was seated. Julia straddled him and took his dick inside her. She sank down on it, threw her head back, and moaned.
"You're such an asshole," she said.
"And you're my slut," he answered.
Julia moaned and began to ride him. Her movements were a little awkward and Ian guessed that she didn't have a great deal of experience at being on top, especially on top of a guy sitting on a couch. Her technique didn't much matter, though. Her pussy was wet and warm and it felt damn good. Even better, Julia had just surrendered to his desire to mark her face with his load and that was fucking hot.
Ian took off her bra and grabbed both of her tits as she rode him. Then he gave one a hard slap. The skin turned red as she sucked in a sharp breath and looked down at him.
"Ride me faster," he said. "Work your hips back and forth. Rub your clit into me. Get yourself all wet and worked up, Julia. Then cum for me so I can blow my load on your face and make an absolute mess of you."
He could see that some part of her wanted to resist, to climb off of him, to get dressed, to leave. That was the part of her that was smart and sensible. That part quickly lost the battle, though, as she did exactly as he wanted.
"Such a good slut," he said. "For me, at least. Not for Mark. Not for your fucking loser of a boyfriend. No, he gets a guilt-driven blowjob, but he doesn't get to fuck the slutty version of his girlfriend, the one that's willing to take a load on her face because she's so desperate for my dick."
"Fuck...please..."
That was all she said. Ian was certain Julia didn't know what she wanted in that moment, other than an orgasm, of course.
"Cum on my cock, slut!"
Julia did as instructed, though she likely couldn't help herself. Ian gripped her tits hard as she climaxed and maintained that grip while her body trembled and her pussy dripped heavily enough that he could feel the wetness on his balls.
He released her breasts as she came down from her climax and leaned forward with her chest heaving from the exertion. Ian moved his hands to her back and pulled her close. They shared a few intimate moments as he kissed her neck. Then his desire to cum won out.
"Get on your knees."
She did as instructed and Ian stood.
"Suck your cunt juices off my cock."
Julia looked up at him for a moment and then took his dick in her mouth. She sucked with surprising vigor, indicating that perhaps she was still lost in a place of arousal despite her orgasm.
"Now suck my balls while I jerk off."
"You're such an asshole," she said.
He smiled. "Yes I am."
Julia sucked his balls and he jerked off. It was an exquisite view, one that was about to get a whole lot better as he unleashed his load on her face.
Ian pulled back right before he came. He aimed his dick at her and Julia closed her eyes. A huge spurt of cum launched across her face, leaving a streak of cum that stretched from her forehead to her chin. A dozen more followed and Ian grunted and groaned the entire time. He couldn't remember the last time he'd given a facial, and giving one to Mark's girlfriend made it so much hotter.
"Open up," he said afterwards.
Julia opened her mouth and he pushed his dick inside. She sucked on the head while cum coated her face. Ian couldn't stop smiling at how much he'd enjoyed himself.
He pulled out of her mouth and bent over to wipe the cum away from her eyes. She opened up soon after.
"How does it feel?" he asked.
"Humiliating," she replied.
Ian pushed his finger into her mouth and she sucked the cum off of it. "I could feed you the rest of it, or we could take a shower together to get you cleaned up. If we shower together, though, I'm going to make you wash and then eat my ass. So, do you want to eat my cum or my ass? It's your choice."
"Your ass," she answered, much to his surprise. Julia didn't seem happy about it, which was less surprising.
Ian helped her to her feet and they walked together to his bathroom. He got the shower running and turned back to her.
"Do you sit on Mark's face?"
She shook her head.
"You'll do so tonight, after I'm done with you. You'll go to him, you'll get him all turned on, and then you'll sit on his face and feed him your pussy and what's left of my cum after I nut inside you a little later." Ian thought for a moment and smiled. "You'll tell him he's a good boy as he eats your pussy."
"I can't."
He smiled and took her hand. They stepped into the shower together.
"You can, Julia, and you will, unless of course you don't want me to fuck you again."
He was an asshole. He knew it. He just didn't care. He also knew that Julia would do what he wanted. She'd go home to her boyfriend. She'd sit on his face. She'd feed him cum and pussy juice. She'd call him a good boy. Ian was fairly certain that Mark would like it, though. He wasn't going to tell Julia that part. He'd let her find that out on her own that she'd given Mark a little gift by calling him a good boy.
Maybe Ian was wrong about that, but he didn't really care. He wanted what he wanted and he was going to take it as long as Julia was willing to give it up.
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