Becca Bellamy
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Your Submission - Part 2
🕑 Added 2021-09-06 05:10:03 +0000 UTCClick here to read the first part of the story.
You woke up the next morning in Violet’s bed. Her body was tightly pressed against yours and her arm wrapped around you as she played the big spoon to your small spoon. The soft, warm flesh of her breasts felt particularly good pressed against your back.
“Good morning,” she whispered before kissing the back of your neck. A gentle shiver of pleasure rushed down your spine and you smiled as you thought of the evening of bondage and teasing that you’d enjoyed with Violet.
“Good morning,” you said.
Her hand moved down your chest and between your legs. She found your morning wood and wrapped her fingers around it.
“How did you sleep?” she asked while distracting you with the pleasure of a gentle morning handjob.
“Exceptionally well,” you replied.
“Even with the denial?” Violet asked.
“Even with the denial,” you said. She’d kept you in an aroused, fully erect state for hours, but Violet hadn’t granted you an orgasm. Instead, she’d ridden your face to three orgasms of her own, untied you, and cuddled up with you before falling asleep. You thought you’d spend the night frustrated, but she’d exhausted you to such a degree that sleep came far easier than expected.
Violet kissed the back of your neck again as she stroked your cock a little faster. “That’s good,” she said. “I guess I wore you out.”
“You certainly did,” you replied.
“And how are you feeling this morning?” she asked. “About last night, I mean.”
You tried to roll over to face Violet, but she tightened her grip on your cock and you felt a hint of pain, which kept you in your place. It was a small demonstration of her control, but it brought a smile to your face.
“I feel good,” you answered. “There were certainly parts of last night that made me nervous – being left in bondage in complete darkness, for instance – but even that seemed to enhance things when you came back.”
“You were quite desperate to please me after I’d left you in here for an hour,” Violet said. “I thoroughly enjoyed that.”
You’d done a bit of begging when she came back, mostly because an hour of sensory deprivation had left you feeling desperate to do whatever it took to be released from bondage. When Violet sat across your face and told you to worship her pussy you’d done so with greater fervor than the first time. She, in turn, had ridden your face with even greater vigor, eventually having a loud orgasm that included quite a lot of fluid dripping onto your face.
“I’m not always like that, you know,” Violet said.
“Like what?” you asked.
“I don’t always want to tie a man up,” she clarified. “I don’t always want to leave a man in the darkness, waiting and wondering when I’m going to come back. I don’t always take control in that way, though I do always like to be in control.”
Violet released your cock and you rolled over to face her. You smiled the moment you saw her beautiful face. She reached up and rested her hand on your cheek. Her touch was soft and reassuring and your smile grew bigger and brighter.
“You don’t mind being with a girl that likes to be in control, do you?” she asked.
“No, I don’t,” you answered.
Violet’s hand moved to the back of your head and she pulled you close for a kiss. She inched her body towards yours. Her breasts pressed into your chest as your tongues mingled. You pressed your pelvis forward and your cock slipped between her thighs.
“Do you want me?” she asked.
“Yes,” you answered in a whisper. “Desperately, Violet.”
“I’m not the sort of girl that just gives it away,” she said. “Any man that fucks me has to earn it. My pussy can give you the sort of pleasure you crave – in fact, my pussy will make you cum harder than any pussy ever has – but you have to earn the right to fuck me.”
Violet squeezed her thighs around your cock and gently rocked back her hips back and forth. You groaned and she smiled.
“You’re leaking precum on my thighs,” she said.
“Sorry about that,” you replied.
Violet’s hand came to rest on the side of your face once more. Her eyes locked on yours and she smiled. “Don’t be,” she whispered. “Your desire turns me on. It makes me want to play, to tease you, to control you. You will have to clean up your mess, though. Kiss your way down my body and lick your precum off my thighs. No tasting my pussy until I give you permission, though.”
Violet rolled onto her back and you got on top of her and kissed your way down her beautiful body. You took your time, showering her neck, chest, and breasts with gentle kisses before moving over her smooth stomach. You kissed all around her pussy as she reached down and ran her fingers through your hair. You carefully avoided tasting her – she seemed like a girl that would happily offer some sort of punishment for disobeying her – and then you laid between her legs and studied the sticky spots of precum you’d left behind.
“Be a good boy and clean up your mess,” Violet instructed.
You smiled – there was something delightful about being called a good boy – and you ran your tongue through the first spot of precum. It tasted surprisingly sweet and you happily swallowed.
“You like it, don’t you?” Violet asked.
You nodded.
“That’s good,” she said. “Now clean up the rest. Make sure my thighs are free of your fluids.”
You licked up every bit of your fluid from her soft, milky white thighs and looked up to see a smile on Violet’s face. Your cock throbbed as it pressed into her bed and you suspected you were leaving yet another precum stain.
“Have you ever tasted your cum?” Violet asked.
“No,” you answered.
She smiled. “You will. Now taste my pussy.”
Violet offered no time for you to consider her statement that you’d taste your cum. Instead, she grabbed your hair and gently pulled you to her pussy. You pushed your tongue inside her to soak up her delicious juices. You kissed and sucked on her labia. You teased her in an attempt to make that moment when you finally turned to her clit more pleasing. You wanted to show Violet that you could make her feel good even if you weren’t tied to her bed with her sitting astride your head.
“Good boy,” Violet said when you concentrated the efforts of your tongue onto her clit. “Eat my pussy. Make me feel good.”
You worked her clit and reached up with a hand to play with her breasts. Violet arched her back and moaned at your touch and you resolved to keep your hand active in offering pleasure in addition to the work your tongue was doing.
It wasn’t long before Violet’s bedroom filled with the sounds of orgasmic pleasure. The arch in her back deepened and her thighs trembled. Juices poured from her pussy as she climaxed and you slipped your tongue between the folds of her labia to soak up their sweetness.
“Come here,” she said afterwards. “Lie next to me. Rest your head on my chest.”
You crawled forward and laid your body next to hers. You laid your head on her chest. You listened to her heart pounding as Violet ran her fingers through your hair, over your shoulders, and down your back. She did it over and over, lulling you into a deeply comfortable state.
“That was wonderful,” she said. “Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure,” you replied. Your cock remained stiff, though you did your best to keep it from touching Violet and leaking precum onto soft skin.
Time passed slowly and blissfully as you remained in her bed with your head on her chest. Her heartbeat slowed and her nipples softened. Her fingers continued to run through your hair, over your shoulders, and down your back, though. Her touch never relented. The sense of comfort you felt only deepened. Neither of you said a word, and yet you felt as though your relationship strengthened.
Eventually, Violet broke the silence and said, “I’d like to make you breakfast.”
You looked up to see a smile on her face. “That would be wonderful.”
“How does French toast sound?” she asked.
“That sounds amazing,” you replied with a smile.
“Good,” Violet said. “Let’s go.”
You got out of bed and reached for your underwear.
“No clothes,” Violet said.
“We’re going to eat breakfast naked?” you asked.
Violet smiled. “It’s more fun that way.”
You followed her out of the room and kept your eyes on her ass for the entire walk to the kitchen. So far, she was right. It was more fun.
“Would you mind getting the eggs and milk from the fridge?” Violet asked.
You did so as she retrieved her griddle from the cabinet and plugged it in.
“There’s a mixing bowl in that upper cabinet,” she said. “Will you get it for me?”
“Sure,” you replied before turning to the cabinet and snagging the mixing bowl from the top shelf.
Violet cracked four eggs and added them to the bowl along with a bit of milk. You watched as she effortlessly whipped the mixture together, added a dash of vanilla extract from her spice cabinet, and then turned to you with a smile on her face.
“It takes a little while for the griddle to heat up,” she said. “In the meantime, why don’t you come here?”
You approached and Violet reached out and took your cock in her hand. You kissed as she stroked you to a renewed erection.
“I like it when a man worships my breasts,” Violet said. “Would you do that for me?”
You nodded and lifted Violet onto the kitchen counter. You leaned forward to worship her breasts as she desired and she rewarded you with a beautiful moan as both her hands moved to the back of your head.
“That’s a good boy,” she said. “Suck on my nipple. Run your tongue over it. Make me feel good.”
You sucked gently on her nipple and moved your tongue back and forth over the remarkably stiff flesh. You moved to her other breast and offered the same pleasure as Violet held you tighter against her chest and filled her kitchen with wondrous moans of pleasure.
After a few minutes of breast worship Violet lifted your head and smiled. Her lips rushed forward to meet yours and her tongue gently invaded your mouth. Your hands roamed over her body and hers did the same as your arousal grew.
“The griddle’s ready,” she said just as you thought there was a chance she’d forget breakfast and take you inside her pussy for a quick fuck on the countertop.
You backed away and Violet approached the griddle. She dipped four pieces of bread in the egg mixture and soon enough they were sizzling against the heated nonstick surface. Violet added a dash of cinnamon to the French toast before flipping it and soon enough she’d prepared two plates and set them on her kitchen table.
“It’s almost perfect,” she said.
“Almost?” you asked.
Violet smiled and beckoned you closer. You approached and she took your cock in her hand and stroked you.
“Your French toast is missing the perfect topping,” she said.
“Syrup?” you asked.
“In a manner of speaking, I suppose,” she replied.
Violet stroked your faster as she gently pulled you closer to the table. Soon enough your cock hovered over a plate of French toast. You felt the steam rising from the egg-soaked bread as her fingers moved up and down your slick shaft.
“I told you you’d taste your cum,” she said. “And I don’t want to hear any complaints. You’re going to cum all over your French toast and then you’re going to eat every drop like a good boy. You’re going to enjoy it, too. When you’re done, you’re going to thank me for making you consume your cum with your breakfast.”
Had she informed you of your plans the moment you’d woken up that morning you might have resisted. You might have simply walked out and ended your budding relationship. After a morning of teasing that had deepened your desire for her, you couldn’t say no. You didn’t even consider it. You let her jerk you off. You found the idea of drizzling your French toast in cum and eating it appealing.
“Cum for me,” Violet said her fingers moved swiftly over the length of your shaft. “Be a good boy and cum on your food.”
You unleashed your load a few moments later. You covered the two slices of French toast like you were giving it a facial. Violet kissed your neck and chest as you climaxed. It seemed that she took genuine pleasure in making you cum, though you suspected it was what would happen after that orgasm that delighted her most of all.
After you’d climaxed Violet said, “Sit. I’ll pour you a cup of coffee.”
You sat and pulled the plate of cum-covered French toast in front of you. Violet returned with a cup of coffee and sat next to you. You glanced at her naked body and smiled. Even in your post-orgasmic state she was exceptionally desirable.
“Make sure you clean your plate,” she said with a smile.
You cut into the French toast. You stabbed a cummy piece with your fork. You lifted it to your mouth and closed your lips around it. The salty taste of your cum hit your tongue. The vanilla-tinged taste of the French toast hit next. They didn’t mix particularly well, but it wasn’t the worst thing you’d ever eaten.
The smile on Violet’s face made it all worth it, though. She was more than delighted with your willingness to consume your cum. She was turned on. You could see it in her erect nipples and the way her eyes lit up.
“Thank you for making me eat my cum with my breakfast,” you said. “Truly. And thank you for all of this. The past 12 hours have been amazing.”
“There’s more to come if you want it,” Violet said.
“I do,” you replied.
She was right, too. There was so much more to come.
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Timmy l
One of the best!
