Becca Bellamy
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Giving Her Permission to Go On a Date
🕑 Added 2023-12-28 05:00:03 +0000 UTCYour beautiful girlfriend walks into the living room in a pair of lace-trimmed black boyshort panties and a cropped sweater. You forget about perusing Netflix for something to watch and turn your attention to the beauty sauntering towards you.
“You look incredible,” you say.
Your girlfriend smiles and replies, “Oh yeah? You like this little outfit?”
She spins around and bends over to shake her tight little ass at you before standing up and releasing her ponytail. She lifts onto her tip toes, arches her back, and runs her fingers through her long, soft hair.
You know something is up. She isn’t normally this overt about trying to arouse you. There must be something on her mind.
“Are you already excited for me?” she asks while looking between your legs.
You nod, though she knows the answer because she’s seen your bulge. She’s impossibly beautiful and she’s clearly trying to seduce you. Of course you’re turned on.
Your girlfriend smiles as she approaches the couch and straddles you. Your hands immediately move to her ass, but she reaches back and pulls them away.
“No touching until I say so,” she says. “Okay?”
You look up at her and nod. You’re not used to her being assertive when it comes to sex but you like it. It’s always nice to experience something a little bit different.
Your hands fall to your sides as your girlfriend grinds in your lap. She’s giving you a lap dance. There’s no way around it. She’s doing exactly as a stripper would do when trying to arouse a client.
She leans closer and whispers, “Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” you reply. Your hands move to grasp her ass once more before you remember her rule and let them fall to your side. “I want to touch you so badly.”
“I’ll bet you want to do more than touch me,” she says.
She’s right. You want to fuck her. You want to bury your cock in her perfect pussy and fuck her until you cum inside her. The more she grinds in your lap, the more desperate you get to be granted that pleasure.
“I do,” you say.
Your girlfriend leans down and kisses you. Again you fight off the urge to touch her. You want to run your fingers through her hair. You want to grab her ass. You want to pull off her little sweater and play with her tits.
She climbs off your lap and unbuttons your pants. You lift your hips as she pulls them off, leaving you in your underwear. She straddles you once more. The grinding resumes. Now it’s even better than a strip club lap dance. Now there’s even less fabric between you and the beautiful girl that’s clearly trying to drive you mad with lust before she takes you inside her.
She kisses your neck. Her tongue darts over your skin, sending chills of pleasure through your body. She moans like she’s already getting fucked, which serves to deepen your desire for her.
“Someone asked me out at work today,” she whispers.
“What?” you ask, mostly because it seems like such an odd thing to bring up as she’s grinding in your lap.
She leans back and reaches between your legs to play with your cock through your underwear. A big smile flashes across her face.
“This really hot guy asked me out,” she says. “He said he finds me totally irresistible and he wants to take me out on a date.”
The pleasure between your legs and the jealousy raging in your brain makes for an odd mix, leaving you more than a little confused.
“Doesn’t he know you have a boyfriend?” you ask.
She shakes her head.
“Why not?” you ask.
“He’s only been at the company for a few months. It never came up,” she says. “Plus, Luke and I don’t really hang out all that much, so we don’t really know each other all that well.”
“Luke? His name is Luke?” you ask.
“It’s a good name, isn’t it?” your girlfriend replies as she leans closer and begins grinding in your lap again.
You want to be annoyed. You want to ask her why the hell she’s telling you about this while she’s grinding in your lap, but you can’t manage to do anything other than moan. You’re immensely aroused, she’s insanely beautiful, and she’s doing everything she can to drive you crazy with desire for her. It’s working, too.
“What did you say?” you ask.
Your girlfriend kisses you. Her tongue darts into your mouth. She moans like you’re inside her. Her moan seems to rush through your body, filling you with desire as it reaches your loins.
“I said yes,” she whispers.
Your hands reach up and grasp her arms to push her back so you can look into your girlfriend’s eyes. She responds with surprising strength as her fingers grasp your wrists and she pushes your hands to the couch once more.
“No touching,” she says in a surprisingly forceful voice.
“Sorry,” you reply. “Did you really say yes?”
She leans back and pulls your cock from your underwear. She collects the precum from the tip and rubs it over the underside of the head. You close your eyes as your girlfriend expertly manipulates your cock. She certainly knows how to make you feel good.
“I did,” she replies.
“Why?” you ask before groaning again.
“Because I want to have a little fun,” she replies. “Because we’ve been together for almost a year and I want to see what it’s like to go on a date with another guy. I want to see how different he is. I want to see if he’s romantic. I want to see if he’s funny. I want to see if he’s seductive.”
You’re so close to cumming and she won’t stop stroking you. You could pull her hand away from your cock, but she was borderline angry the last time you touched her. She clearly wants to be in control, to play some sort of game with you, and you’re going to see it through.
“Are you breaking up with me?” you ask.
“Oh, sweetie, no,” she says before leaning forward and softly kissing your lips. “I love you. I do. I love you so much. I’m not breaking up with you. I’m just going on a date with another man.”
She says it like it’s something that happens all the time, like you’re strange for being a little annoyed at the notion that she would go on a date with someone else while being your girlfriend.
“How hot is he?” you ask.
She leans back and moves her panty-clad pussy over your cock. She closes her eyes and pulls her sweater over her head, revealing her perky, braless breasts.
“Every girl at work wants to date him,” she says as her fingers encircle her breasts. “That’s why I said yes. Every girl wants him and he asked me on a date. How could I say no?”
Before you can say anything, your beautiful girlfriend leans forward and rubs her perky breasts over your face. You kiss and lick them like you know she enjoys. You elicit a lusty moan, which makes your cock throb.
“When is your date?” you ask.
“Tomorrow night,” she says.
You try and look up at her, but you’re being smothered by her perfect breasts. Her skin feels so soft against your lips and you can’t help but open up and suck on her nipples when she offers them. You’re caught up in the web of lust she’s spun around you and there’s no escape. You don’t really want to escape. You want to sink into it. You want to be enveloped in the intense desire she’s created in you.
“What if he wants to kiss you?” you ask. The notion of your girlfriend kissing another man seems ridiculous to you, but it’s a date. Maybe it’s not ridiculous.
She kisses you softly in response to your question. She sucks on your tongue as you slip it into her mouth. She moans while rubbing her panty-clad pussy over the head of your erect cock.
“What do you think I should do if he tries to kiss me?” she asks.
“You should refuse,” you answer.
She reaches down and pulls aside her panties. She rubs the head of your cock over her plump labia and you slip inside her. The heat and wetness of her pussy cause an involuntary groan of pleasure to escape your lips.
“Fuck,” you say.
“What if I didn’t refuse?” she asks. “What if I kissed him?”
She sinks onto your cock and begins to ride you slowly. Your brain is a fog of lust that feels impossible to penetrate.
“I…I don’t know,” you say.
“You wouldn’t be mad?” she asks while slowly riding your cock.
“I don’t know,” you say again.
She rides you a little faster and pleasure explodes from between your legs.
“Fuck, baby, your pussy feels amazing,” you say. “Fucking amazing.”
She drops her pussy onto your cock and holds there. You look up. You want her to ride you. You want her to milk your dick with her pussy. You want her to make you cum.
“Tell me it’s okay if I kiss him,” she says.
“What?” you reply.
“I’m not going to leave you,” she says. “I’m not going to dump you for him, even if he is a little hotter than you. So I want you to tell me that it’s okay if I kiss him. I want permission to kiss him if the date goes really well and I feel like giving him a kiss.”
She slowly lifts her pussy off your cock and sinks back down again. She’s teasing you. She wants something and she’s trying to tease it out of you. You give in.
“Yes, you can kiss him,” you say. “I don’t care if you kiss him.”
Your girlfriend leans forward and kisses you as she resumes riding your cock. You hear the sounds of wetness that come from fucking her pussy when she’s soaked. It feels absolutely perfect. You want to reach back and grab her ass. You want to play with her tits. You want to caress her soft skin. You do none of that, though. She made the rules clear and you know she’s not afraid to cease fucking you if you break the rules.
“What if we’re kissing and he wants to play with my tits?” your girlfriend asks as she rides you. “What if his hand moves under my shirt and moves up my stomach? What should I do?”
“Why would he do that if it was just a quick first date kiss?” you ask.
“It might be more than that,” she replies. “Do you remember our first date? We made out for twenty minutes and you definitely played with my tits a little.”
She’s right. You did. She was irresistible and she basically invited you to play with her tits by placing your hand under her shirt.
You can barely think straight as her pussy brings you closer to orgasm. You try to formulate an answer, but nothing comes.
“I was thinking of wearing a cute little cropped sweater for him,” she says. “Guys love that exposed stomach look, don’t they? Doesn’t it make them think about touching a girl?”
“Is that what you want him thinking?” you ask before another groan escapes your lips.
She smiles and drops her pussy onto your cock. She leans back and plays with her tits as you watch.
“That is what I want him thinking,” she says. “You know I love being desired. You know I love it when you can’t keep your hands off of me. You know I love dressing in outfits that drive you absolutely crazy. I’m going to do the same thing for him.”
You can’t help but imagine your girlfriend making out with another guy. You see his hand move under her sweater. You see him playing with her tits. You hear her moaning into his mouth just like she moaned into yours on your first date.
“Baby, please,” you say.
She leans forward and presses her nipple against your mouth. You lick it. You suck on it. You make her moan and she begins to ride your cock again.
“Tell me it’s okay,” she says. “Tell me it’s okay if I let him play with my tits a little bit.”
She leans back and rides you slowly. You watch your cock slide in and out of her pussy.
“It’s okay,” you say. “As long as you’re not going to dump me for this guy, it’s okay.”
She smiles and rides you faster. She reaches down to play with her clit as her pussy milks your cock.
“I was thinking of wearing that cute little pleated skirt you always love to see me in,” she says.
You know the one she’s talking about. It’s black and it barely reaches mid thigh on her. It’s unquestionably sexy, seductive, and suggestive.
“If you wear that he’s going to think…” you begin to say before she cuts you off.
“That I want him to play with my pussy?” she says.
“Yes,” you say.
She closes here eyes, arches her back, and rides your cock hard and fast. It seems like she’s giving you an answer.
“Would that be so bad?” she asks in a low, lusty voice.
You groan. It seems to you that there’s only one answer.
“Yes,” you say.
She rides you faster.
“Really? Would it really be so bad if your girlfriend let another guy play with her pussy and then came home to sit on your cock and make her cum?” she asks.
“No,” you say, mostly because you hadn’t considered that possibility. “I guess it wouldn’t.”
She stops bouncing on your cock and leans forward. Her lips hover an inch from yours.
“Of course, it would be rude of me not to play with his cock a little if he plays with my pussy,” she says.
You feel so close to an orgasm. All you want to do is cum.
“You can play with his cock,” you say.
She holds your head in her hands and rides your cock hard and fast while brushing her perky breasts over your face.
“Thank you, baby,” she says. “You’re such a good boyfriend.”
You groan. All you can think about is cumming inside her.
“I promise I’ll make you feel good after my date, even if Luke ends up making me cum while he’s playing with my pussy.” She groans, seemingly at the thought of the other man making her cum. “Even if I end up making him cum I’ll still come home and get you off. I’ll give you a beautiful orgasm, I promise.”
You’re too close now. Your girlfriend seems to be suggesting that she’s going to do a lot more than play with Luke’s cock, but you can’t stop yourself from cumming as the thought enters your head.
“Fuck,” you say as you feel that intensely pleasurable build-up between your legs.
“Even if I’ve had his cock in my pussy, I’ll still come home and take you inside me,” she says.
You cum while thinking about your girlfriend fucking another guy. You cum inside her as she expertly times her climax to yours. You both cum. You’re thinking about the other man fucking her and you’re cumming.
Pleasure envelopes your body as you unleash shot after shot of cum inside your girlfriend. She slows her bouncing and then comes to a stop. She kisses you softly.
“Thank you,” she says.
“For what?” you ask.
“For being okay with me going in a date with another guy,” she replies.
“You’re welcome,” you say as that post-orgasmic bliss settles over your brain.
You’re already thinking of that post date sex. If it’s anything like the sex you just had, it will be entirely worth her going out with another man and doing whatever she pleases with him.
