Me And My Belle Pt 02

Author's Foreword: This is part two of an intended three-part series. The sex that was missing for the first part is here in spades but be warned: though this involves a male and female character, a significant portion of the story deals with a reversal of conventional gender roles. If reading about a female top, a male bottom, pegging, or the like isn't your jam, then hit the back button and try a different story.

I wanted to try something different this time, and it's perfectly OK if it's not for you. If it *IS* for you, then please proceed with all speed and drop me a comment if you feel this was worth your time to read. I'd love to hear your thoughts.

This is a continuation of a female's journey of discovery of her sexual needs as told through the eyes of a male friend. I've placed this in Fetish because that's what it is for her, even if it's referred to here by our unreliable narrator as only a fantasy.

And I'm trying to publish every six weeks or so. While I know this isn't a particularly significant volume over a year, I am trying for some sort of consistency in putting new stories out there for you. If you enjoy this, then please favorite me so you'll get a notification when another of my stories drops.

Jalgis did another great job on this one fixing a ton of my errors and helping make this a better story overall.

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The remainder of our drive was a silent one, save for an occasional direction from her where to turn. Once we reached her place, I had to negotiate a gate into a group of eight townhouses and then a garage door into her unit. Once inside, Belle reached up to the rear-view mirror and pushed a button. Overhead, I heard the motor begin to turn and the garage door descend behind us. I killed the engine and turned my head to assess what to say to her next.

She beat me to it. "Come on in and let's talk for a while."

I followed her up the stairs to the second floor. She slapped a wide light switch to illuminate what appeared to be a mostly open floor consisting of the kitchen, breakfast area, and the main living space. It was a modern look with point lighting that provided bold accent lighting accenting and created warm shadows throughout the area as well. The furniture was angular and contemporary with soft blues and pale grays dominant and with everything tied together by the wall art and accent pieces. It didn't look feminine per se, but it did feel soft and inviting in its own way.

I had stopped to survey this briefly, but she had continued into the kitchen, dropping her purse on the kitchen countertop once there. She turned towards me, and I could see the confusion on her face across the twenty feet distance between us.

I started toward her, saying, "I'm not sure I would have ever imagined you having a place like this, Belle." I continued to look around as I covered the distance between us: a fireplace, a copy of Nabokov's

Pale Fire

on the glass and chrome coffee table, half a dozen pictures of unknown family or friends propped up on frame stands on a side table, a framed copy of Klimt's

The Kiss

the lone wall hanging. I stopped directly in front of her and close enough to get a hint of her floral perfume but not close enough to feel her warm breath on the base of my neck.

"It feels nice, though." I gave her the barest hint of a smile.

"Now what?" She countered in a tone of voice that I took as neither inviting nor defiant. "Am I calling you an Uber?"

That wasn't the question I wanted her to ask. I countered with a question of my own.

"If I wasn't here right now, Belle, what would you be doing? To relax, that is."

She paused a few heartbeats before answering, never breaking her gaze on me, "I'd have a few glasses of wine and watch something on Netflix. Probably."

"Good. Then let's start there."

She stood motionless -- her posture stiff. After a five-count, her eyes narrowed. She spoke in a faint voice, "And then what?" She paused. Her eyes were pools of blackness boring into my skull. She crossed her arms in front of her and continued to stare in silence.

I tried to use a gentle tone, "Belle, nothing's going to happen between us if you don't want it to." I paused. "I'm suggesting we start out just relaxing the way you normally do. We can watch TV. We can talk. We can play a card game. If you get tired or bored, you can go to bed. I'll crash on the couch, or you can kick me out. You decide." Her arms were still crossed but I wasn't getting the same tense vibe from her that had been present when she asked her question. "You shared something with me from your head earlier and you've let me in your home. I promise..." I paused for effect. "...I

promise

not to hurt you or betray your trust in me."

It felt like an eternity until she reacted. After what was probably only a year or two of suspenseful silence, she dropped her arms to her sides limply, closed her eyes, and took in a huge breath of air through her nose. She held it for a second and then exhaled it slowly through her mouth, opening her eyes as she finished. "Ok," she whispered. "I'm going to hold you to that promise. And I'm not going to 'or else' you. As long as you

know

there's an 'or else' in there."

"I do." I tried not to grin, but her spoken, unspoken threat amused me a bit, so I'm sure something showed on my face.

She stared at me unmoving for a ten count, her face an unfathomable mystery. I interrupted the silence by asking, "Wine? Netflix?"

She jumped at my words -- her reverie broken. "Right! Wine and Netflix!" She opened the fridge and poked around for something. Probably something like wine, I guessed. I stepped around the kitchen island toward her and asked where the glasses were. She paused just long enough to point to a cabinet door located at my eye level. I opened the door, grabbed two glasses, closed the door, and turned toward her.

She had a half-full bottle of white wine open and ready to pour. I held the glasses out while she emptied the bottle equally into our glasses. I would describe the amount in each glass to be closer to a "rough day" pour than a standard one. I wasn't sure how to interpret that, so I just brought our glasses over to the couch. She grabbed a soft blanket from an oversized chair and the remote from the coffee table and plopped into a very formal sitting position all the way to the side of her rather wide couch. Her attention was focused solely on the TV and not on me standing near her or that I was staring at her, observing her actions and body language. "What do you want to watch?" she said, staring straight ahead.

This wasn't going to work. She was very stiff and avoided looking at me. It was time to bust through all of that.

I sat down right next to her so the sides of our thighs were touching. She turned toward me, her eyes wide. I grinned and placed the glasses on the table and then returned my gaze to her. "Relax, Belle. I will watch whatever you want. Let's do this like you'd do it by yourself. Do you normally sit here? Like this?"

That impish grin returned. She glanced downward for a second and then back at me. She shook her head once. "Nope. Get up for a second." I stood and watched as she stretched out on the couch and threw the blanket over her legs. She looked up and said, "There. I'm comfy. Where do you want to sit?" That little upturned tick on the side of her mouth was still there. The little bitch.

Where was I going to sit indeed!

I made a circuit around the couch into and out of the kitchen, turning out the lights as I went. I heard something start on the TV. Back on the couch, I lifted her legs and sat down in the middle, and pulled her blanket-covered legs over my lap. I turned toward her and stuck out my tongue. She threw her head back and gave a throaty laugh.

Ice: broken!

She had both glasses in her hands and held mine out for me. As I took it from her, she began to speak quickly while the titles rolled, "This is the middle of the first season, so let me get you caught up..."

I held out my hand to stop her, "Don't care!" I smiled and continued after the briefest of pauses to make sure I had her attention, "I just want to watch and relax. I'll figure it out as we watch. This will help!" I took my first drink of the wine, concentrating on the taste slowly registering on my unrefined palate. It wasn't like licking a stick of butter.

Whew! Crisis averted!

I wasn't going to tell her tonight, but chardonnay and I have never been tight. Fortunately, this wasn't too sweet or buttery and tasted faintly like pears and tangerines. I settled in, satisfied that the wine and my palate weren't declaring war on each other.

I'm not sure I really watched much of the show. I was much more interested in her. For the first few minutes, I just ran my fingers over the blanket along her ankles. When she kicked the blanket off her feet saying they were too warm, I took an opportunity to massage them lightly. By the end of the first episode, she had repositioned herself so she was watching the TV with her head on my lap. I alternated between caressing her head and playing with her hair between my fingers.

As the credits rolled, she rolled onto her back to look at me directly, as she asked, "Feel like watching another?" I lifted her head slightly and reached down to kiss her on the mouth. Her lips parted immediately and I felt her tongue probing and searching for entrance. I gave in and kissed her passionately and deeply. Maintaining our kiss, she shifted position until she was sitting astride me and holding my face in her hands. I had my arms around her and was trying to crush her body into mine.

She bit my bottom lip and broke off our kiss, grinning mischievously. Her hips had started gyrating on my lap and massaging my blood-engorged cock against her inner thigh. My hands went to her waist where her skirt had bunched up loosely. Clearly, she had unzipped herself in there somewhere to manage this stunt.

I leaned up to try to kiss her again, but she just nipped at me and backed away again teasingly.

"We can do this if you want," I teased back before dropping my voice to a hoarse whisper, "or we can bring your fantasy to life tonight."

She stopped moving on me and got serious, "What? No, I mean. No way. I don't know you. I mean, I know you but not well enough to...Why would you think that? It's not a fantasy. I never said that. Maybe I said it, but that's not what I meant. Ok, maybe it is a fantasy. And maybe you could help with it. Or be in it. I mean, be with me in it. With me DURING it. Like my partner. Oh, hell -- YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN."

I kissed her to shut up the rambling. It was gentle, but it was intimate. Afterward, we stared at each other. I waited for her to say something.

She placed her hands on my chest and stared at them as she said softly, "I'm afraid...I just can't see myself being able to...give in to it or...enjoy it..." She shifted her gaze to look me in the eye as she finished, "...even with you."

I sighed after taking a long, slow inhale. "Belle, you need to figure out what you want. Go upstairs. Right now. Just go upstairs, take a deep breath, and think -- really think -- about what you want to happen right now."

I paused as I searched for the right words. I didn't know if they were right, but the ones I found came out in as soft and even a voice as I could muster, "If you want me to leave, text me and I'll go. If you want to be taken, call me upstairs and I'll ravish you until you forget your name. But." I paused again to watch for her reaction. "If you want to fulfill your fantasy with someone that cares for you, then come down here dressed for the experience. I'll be waiting."

I kissed her forehead.

"I'll be ready," I whispered as I kissed her left cheek.

"I'll be willing," I continued while kissing her right cheek.

"And I'll be able," I finished as I kissed her lips briefly.

She stood up slowly and without argument. Her hand caressed the underside of my jaw and she stared at me without blinking for a ten count. When she finally moved, it was to nod twice and bend down to kiss my forehead. Then she turned to head upstairs. I grabbed the remote to pause the next episode that was well underway and laid down on the couch to await the final verdict.

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I was snapped from my reverie by the sound of a light switch upstairs and turned toward the stairs. The only light illuminating the room was the glow from the TV. I could make out Belle's bare feet as they appeared. As she continued to descend noiselessly and slowly down the stairs, I could see she was wearing dark-colored yoga pants and a white sports bra. She was watching me intently. After the final step, she turned toward me, and I could see a massive bulge running several inches down the inside of her right thigh. I began to stiffen immediately.

At that moment, I had no idea what was going on -- I reacted only instinctively and emotionally. After reflecting later, I was able to understand what happened then and why I reacted the way I did. So allow me a bit of an aside to explain before continuing....

I have always been attracted to women and only women. Short, tall, fat, skinny, long hair, short hair, black, white, blue, green, purple, tatted, pierced, unblemished, freckled, Wiccan, Baptist, Hindu -- no matter. My needs, wants, and desires have always been, and will continue to be, women-centric. Not only do guys do nothing for me, but the thought of being with a guy is also a complete turn-off. Hairy, smelly, blocky, and overall, just plain repulsive. I've never had a fantasy that involved me pleasuring or being pleasured by a guy.

BUT!

I'm not afraid of being penetrated. The form of a cock is neither scary nor intimidating. I've been with women who had toy boxes they used on me, and I loved every minute of it. And the logical progression is my partner wearing that which she wants to use on me.

A woman who is undeniably feminine in form that has a cock? A woman whom I am attracted to in body and mind? A woman who has needs to fulfill for her sexual and mental well-being? A woman who allows me to experience a part of her unshared and unexplored? For me, that woman and that experience would be an erotic combination of epic proportions.

And that's where my mind was as she walked toward me with her hips swaying and her yoga pants stuffed full of her cock of choice. I slid from the couch to my knees on the floor and sat on my heels waiting for her to get to me. She maintained eye contact the whole time. The slightest of smiles was visible on her face.

She walked to me and stopped with her crotch less than a foot from my face. I ran my fingertips over the bulge in her tight pants. She caressed the underside of my jaw with her fingertips lightly, saying, "Do you see something you like?"

I nodded, "You look beautiful, Belle." I glanced down at her cock and then back to her face. "All of you."

She seemed to melt a little at my comment and her eyes sparkled. After a few seconds, she straightened up and cleared her throat, whispering but with clarity that felt to me like confidence, "Have you been a good little boy?"

I shook my head, "Not really. I deserve whatever you're about to give me."

Where the fuck did that come from??

Her grin widened and suddenly, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her still-clothed cock, grinding it into my mouth. My hands instinctively encircled her thighs. I grabbed both of her ass cheeks and squeezed hard.

"Yesssssssss! My dirty little bitch! I've been thinking about that mouth all evening long. I'm going to use it until I cum." I hadn't expected her to commit so quickly to her desires. Nor had I expected to react to her the way I did, but I loved it. It made it much easier to get into this fantasy of hers -- I wanted to make her feel good and if that meant getting mouth fucked, so be it. At that instant, I wanted her to use my throat as a toy.

She grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back. I watched transfixed as she used her other hand to work her yoga pants down and allow her harnessed cock to spring free. Unleashed, I could plainly see the implement of my destruction -- it was slightly pink, subtly veined, and close enough to my size for me to guess it was around seven inches long and an inch and a half wide. I'm built a bit bigger but not by much. This was going to be a difficult night for me, I suspected from the size of the cock she put on and the look in her eye.

She aimed that monster right for my mouth. I took a deep breath as I knew what was coming. In a single motion, she pulled my mouth onto her faux cock and pushed her hips into me. I opened my throat fully and allowed her to sheath her length fully in my throat.

I'm sure you're wondering how it's possible that I took everything on the first go. Getting it down wasn't the hard part. It was big but it was supple and bendy enough to go down my throat, so I was extremely fortunate with her choice of dildo in that regard. I learned years ago how to open my throat from hating those nasty wooden sticks the doctors use as tongue depressors. Learning to open my throat up was a concession to the doctors to keep those things away from me. It was a skill that probably saved my life in this instant because Belle was intent on getting her length in me. She wasn't going to let any resistance get in the way as evidenced by how much pressure she was using on the back of my head and how much she was grinding into me.

My nose was pressed into the black leather of the harness. The smell of her pussy was almost as strong as the smell of the leather I was smashed against. I could feel her yielding balls against my chin. I gagged almost immediately, but she kept the pressure on me and down my throat. I choked on her but she didn't give me any respite. She moaned loudly and her ass clenched under my hands. The way she started squirming had to mean that she was feeling something through the harness.

I lost track of how long I had her down my throat or how many times I gagged before she released her hold on my head. I came up for air gasping and coughing. My throat burned like hell and I couldn't see past the tears in my eyes. I wiped the snot from my nose and blinked until I could see her again.

"Are you ok?" she asked in a very meek tone. It couldn't have been thirty seconds and she was already having doubts.

I tried to crush them in her mind by diving down on her cock again. I throated her and pushed my chin into her balls and right up into her clit as I stared at her. Her eyes closed and her head went back from the pleasure. I came off of her and started to jerk her cock up and down. She opened her eyes again and watched me intently. I was doing less jerking off her cock and more working the base of the dildo into her. I wanted that clit singing shortly. Something was working because she was moving her hips in a circle and at an ever-quickening pace.

I went down on her again, continuing to use both my hands and my mouth on her.

"Fuck, Hunter -- that feels so good! I knew that mouth was going to be good for some..."

She gasped as I throated her again and moved the hand I had been stroking her with to her entrance. Her harness had two straps that ran on either side of her labia majora but allowed me somewhat unfettered access to her pussy, so I chose this moment to take over. I sat down on my heels and allowed her cock to slip from my mouth ever-so-slowly while inserting two fingers into her at the same pace. Looking at her, I tightened my eyes as if to say,

I'm going to have you coming in two minutes, girl!

As her massive dong popped free of my mouth, I licked down the underside of her prick until I got to her heavy balls and gave them a good going over. I wanted two things from this: first, I wanted her to know I was the one calling the shots, and second, I wanted to get her cock pointed up at her face and out of the way so I could use my thumb on her clit and the fingers inside her on her g-spot.