Behind closed doors

The next morning I helped Tyler bring his stuff to the train station, Belle was non-responsive and he didn't have that much luggage anyways, I just didn't want him to leave alone, at least until his train arrived.

"B-Belle! Where are your... clothes?!" I quickly closed the door behind me as I entered the apartment. Belle was standing in the middle of the kitchen, naked as the day she was born, except for a pair of slippers, making what I assumed to be breakfast. Granted most of the blinds were down and we lived on the fourth floor, but her seeing her pale skin lit by the morning sun in the middle of the apartment was a sight that made me do a double take.

"What? Pants are so constricting, or do you want me to cover up?" She turned around, her flaccid schlong slapping against her thigh audibly.

"I- ba... N-No but... what if someone sees you?" I had to tear my eyes away from her snake and consciously suppress my thoughts as I stumbled over my words.

"Oh calm down, honeybuns. No one is gonna see us here, the one building high enough to peer down from is an office building and no one is working there saturdays. Come here I made breakfast." She retorted theatrically and waved me over.

We sat down at the dinner table behind our beloved living room couch, with Belle scooting conspicuously scooting her chair closer. I took off my shoes and jacket but was still way overdressed even if It was just a white t and some loose slacks I had on.

"We have to modify your diet a little." I looked at her, puzzled about her statement and why I had a significantly smaller and different serving than her. "Well you're gonna have an oversaturation of protein if you keep drinking my cum, right?" She said, care in her voice while I tried not to attract a raging bull with my flushed cheeks.

"Speaking of, could you help me out when you're done?" I had no answer for her and only meekly nodded, my plate already nearly empty while she took her time and spread her legs, touching mine in the process.

I finished rather quickly and found myself drooling a little as I looked over and saw her soft cock hanging in the open.

I was about to lower myself into her lap sideways, when I remembered how she asked me to go under her desk and found that option infinitely hotter.

We made eye contact for a moment, which was broken off my me sliding down beneath the table.

There it was, the piece of meat that made me realize only now how heavily I was breathing. I shimmied closer on my hands an knees until the scent of hers was strong enough to make my head fuzzy. She probably hasn't showered yet, a fact that couldn't be observed by any untrained nose, as her musk was usually overshadowed by her shampoo or perfume and kept in check by frequent showers, only able to be picked up close. I'm not sure if I prefer it to her feminine smell, but at this exact moment I needed more of it.

My nose found itself nuzzled into the pubic area above her cock and inhaled deeply. I kissed the beggining of her shaft before moving down further, planting small pecks along her length.

I was glad to feel a reaction not soon after I started, her cock expanding down and filling in girth.

I bent down lower and angled my head up so I could see her past the table, she stared back at me as I opened my mouth and, with the help of my tongue, guided her inside the wet hot hole she 'deflowered' two days ago.

I took in as much as my mouth could fit and kept still. Her eyes were glazed and she was leaning back further as she sighed and put a hand on my head to help keep me in place.

This had the effect that her soft cock grew in my mouth and had no other option but to, with a little struggle at the start, expand down my throat.

I breathed through my nose and swallowed extensively, focusing my whole being into suppressing my gag reflex. It worked for longer than I initially planned, but her dick just kept growing and through watery eyes and roughly 8 inches later, I pulled off, several strands of spit connecting me to the pole.

It still wasn't fully hard yet, but erect enough to look me straight in the eye as it flexed, her piss slit opening to produce a big glob of precum that dared me to catch it.

"Oh, Jamie. I'm convinced your mouth was made to suck me. Are you going to drain my nuts, baby? I've been busy preparing a big load for you." Belle's dirty talk was driving me wild and I latched onto her cock with intense need. I moaned my affirmations to her questions, though all that came out were muffled hums, as I didn't want to stop polishing her stick to get a coherent answer out.

I bobbed my head back and fort, making her slit knock against the entrance of my throat for a solid minute, before I placed my hands under her thighs for leverage and **** myself deeper.

"Oh fuck." Belle moans spurred me on as I deepthroated her, getting closer to her crotch with each push.

I got into a nice rythm where I held myself as deep as I could, until I gagged or had to come up for air otherwise, pulled out until only her head remained in my mouth steadied myself and went back down, rocking back and forth until I was at at that deep point again. I felt her fat glans on each push in and out and my eyes started to tear up as I aimed to perform the best blowjob possible.

Soon enough, I felt her hand on my head yet again and she pushed me past the point I struggled with. I swallowed once which made her flex and start a chain reaction that couldn't be stopped.

I came, making my entire body tense. My throat convulsed wildly as it tried to push the intruder out or swallow it down to free my esophagus either way, but that only had the effect of stimulating her cock more, making her grip my hair tighter and lift her hips as her own orgasm began.

Her moans accompanied each pump of semen down my throat. A single tear rolled down my cheek and mixed with the cocktail of spit and precum at my chin, while I felt her prick pulse again and again. I would have been amazed yet again by the magnitude of her cumshot, if my air wasn't running low and even the increasing warmness in my tummy started to drone out.

Something pulled on my head and I collapsed into a sweaty pale pillow. My mouth remained open as I took labored breaths, fluids leaking out at a consistantly slow pace and pooling on the ground.

"jamie Jamie? Jamie?" I found the strength to tilt my head up and saw half of a concerned face, the other half being covered by a monolith of glistening flesh. I smiled up at the face before the white fluid traveling down the pillar demanded my attention.

"Jeez don't do that again, you scared me." The voice I identified as Belle continued, stroking my hair as my tongue licked the softening pole clean.

"Go wash up, babe. I'll clean this off." My fully regained consciousness analized what just happened and was too caught up to compute her use of 'babe', so I went to the bathroom.

My mirror image shocked me, my hair was disheveled to no end, I looked like I haven't stopped crying since the start of the week and the whole area around my mouth resembled the recipient of a bukkake party.

"I'm sorry... But you didn't tap my thigh or try to push off so I thought you were fine and then your throat got so tight and I couldn't hold back and..." When I came back Belle told me her perspective, apologizing furiously and hugging me tightly.

Adding her story and my recollection of what happened in my head shocked me, because where I'd tapped her thigh to come up for air before, this time I did nothing, just taking her load and almost passing out or worse.

"...Maybe I just need more training..." She assured me to look out more in those situations and after a short serious moment I tried to brighten up the mood, leading to a series of jabs in my sides.

"You could've died you goofball!" She reprimanded me with a grin on her face and chased me as I jumped away from her stabs.

"Not the worst way to go out if you ask me." I quipped, before she tackled me onto the couch, where we came to a natural stop.