"Yes, ma'am."
She continued to jerk me off slowly and surely, until I had reached the point of adaptation once more. Then, I felt the warm breath on the tip again, and I restrained my pelvic bone. I exhaled deeply as her pursed lips, wet from the lipstick, made contact with the tip and slowly rolled over the glans and eventually engulfed the entire head. She didn't go any further but instead pursed her lips a little, taking the head in her mouth and only the head. I didn't feel anymore contact on the tip, until her tongue — somehow pleasurably stiff and comfortably soft at the same time — started dancing on the top of the head with the gentleness of the ballerina and the intensity of a mop. I groaned as she pressed harder with the underside of her tongue and gently caressed the area where the foreskin wasn't. Then, it slowly lifted back up — I took this chance to inhale — and her head moved downward, engulfing the rest of my cock. First, the head rubbed against the roof of her mouth and slid to the back of her throat as her soft, warm lips reached the base. I almost busted right there and then. And I probably would have, had Natalie not immediately retracted. Her gag reflex didn't seem to exist.
"Jesus Christ," I muttered. She seemed amused, letting out a warm breath of air that wafted over the shaft and made my cock ever the more hard. Her tongue came back into action, running itself along the shaft, to the side of the head, and then the same way to the other side. In the middle, she just left her tongue slide underneath my cock and take me further down into her throat. Slowly, she lifted her head back up, letting it slowly out of her mouth, dripping in precum and saliva.
Then as soon as it was out, it was back in again. I moaned as she bobbed up and down on my member, sending tremors through my body and hormones cascading through my brain. After four or five bobs, I was done. Every warm feeling in my body suddenly rushed through my vas deferens and shot out my cock into the back of her throat. I opened my eyes — she was completely naked, her smooth, perky breasts all out for me to see. Her thighbrow softly separated her midriff from her toned thighs. Her lips — puffy and wet-looking — wrapped around cock almost physically pulled the cum out of me. Her beautiful, brown, innocent eyes did the rest of her job, and every time I shot a rope down her throat they seemed to slightly flicker. Fifteen convulses later — she held me in her mouth the entire orgasm — I was empty.
Then, when she figured I was done, Natalie opened her mouth for me to see: it was a pond of milky fluid, something I had donated exclusively for her. The sight of her, her body, her beautiful hair, and her unrelentingly innocent eyes, and her mouthful of cum, everything was just perfect in that one moment. Only one thing made it even more perfect: she swallowed and licked her lips — once shiny crimson, now bright pink. The contraction of her throat as she swallowed — as well as the smile that followed — forced one final rope out of my cock, spraying her breasts unexpectedly.
"The fuck was that for?" she asked.
"I'm sorry," I tried helplessly. "Now, I can put the belt on?"
"Go wash yourself up."
I walked over to the bathroom and quickly rinsed myself off, making sure to clean up whatever fluids had landed on my frontal area and to shave off my pubes. After I was clean, I grabbed a towel and went back to the living room. Natalie was dressed again and was holding the chastity belt in her hand.
"Your cum tastes pretty good," she remarked, perhaps out of guilt for degrading me constantly — even if that was part of our agreement.
"The key is to just eat pineapple," I replied with a smile.
"Shut the fuck up and get over here."
