<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?tag=serving%20cuckoldress">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="30520797" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>Pete had trouble sleeping the night of his first cuckold encounter with April. Part of him was already hooked on the idea of serving her and he badly wanted a repeat of the night’s events. Another part of him was horrified at everything that had happened and wanted no part of anything like it ever again.</p><p>The twinge of arousal he felt between his legs every time he relived the events of the night made it obvious which part of him would win. Despite his discomfort at having licked April’s pussy so soon after another man had been inside her, the arousal was undeniable and unstoppable.</p><p>He wondered how she knew he’d like it, if she even did. Did she sense something about him? Did he give off the vibe of a guy that would be into that kind of thing? Was she just guessing when she informed him of her plans?</p><p>It was those thoughts and so many others that made it difficult for him to sleep, so he grabbed his phone and made use of the time he suddenly had on his hands. The popularity of cuckolding was the first surprise. A shocking number of guys were into the idea of their wives and girlfriends fucking other men.</p><p>As Pete read through blogs, Tumblrs, social media posts and cuckold stories it felt like a new world opened up in front of him. His sex life up to that point had been what he thought of as normal, consisting of going on dates and trying his best to get laid. He’d had a few relationships that provided regular doses of sex, but the closest he’d gotten to kinky prior to that evening was a girlfriend rubbing a finger around his asshole once.</p><p>The sex lives of cuckold couples seemed insane by comparison. That didn’t stop him from being aroused by much of what he saw, though. While reading a story of a cuckold husband eagerly cleaning up after his wife’s lover Pete instinctively reached into his boxer shorts and stroked his already erect cock.</p><p>24 hours ago he wouldn’t have dreamed of doing such a thing, but here he was masturbating to orgasm while he imagined giving April oral sex after another man had been inside her. Images from his adventure mere hours ago danced through his head, particularly the sight of her pink, wet pussy as it lowered onto his face. An orgasm soon followed and sleep overcame him shortly thereafter.</p><p>  </p><p>The next morning, Pete was on April’s mind as she woke up and grabbed her phone. She was curious how the events of their sexual interlude were sitting with him. She wanted to know if he was as interested in having more fun as she was.</p><p>A quick, friendly text seemed like the best approach:</p><blockquote>April: How are you feeling this morning? I think we could have a lot more of the kind of fun we had last night, if you’re interested.</blockquote><p>His response came quickly:</p><blockquote>Pete: I’d like that.</blockquote><blockquote>April smiled. They were going to have so much fun together.</blockquote><blockquote>April: Want to get breakfast?</blockquote><blockquote>Pete: Sure.</blockquote><p>  </p><p>“So, where are from, Pete?” April asked across the table as the waitress walked away to put in their orders.</p><p>Pete took a sip of his coffee before answering, “I’m from here, actually. Born and raised in Pasadena, technically. How about you?”</p><p>“Oregon. My parents were both professors at the University of Oregon so we lived in Eugene. It’s a pretty place, but I was ready to get out by my sophomore year of high school. I think my parents were disappointed I didn’t want to stay local for college. It would have been a lot cheaper.”</p><p>Pete smiled. “I’m sure. Where did you end up going?”</p><p>“UC Berkeley. I got into a handful of other schools, but I loved the campus and how close it was to San Francisco without actually being in the middle of the city. How about you? You were born and raised here. Did you go to school here too?” April asked.</p><p>Pete poured a little more sugar into his coffee and gently stirred it with his spoon as he answered. “I did. I got into UCLA and they offered a partial scholarship and it was just too good to pass up.”</p><p>As their food arrived and they both dug in, Pete wondered if April was going to bring up the night before at any point. He figured she’d asked him to breakfast to gauge his interest. It seemed like she just wanted to get to know him a little better. Breakfast ended up feeling like a first date.</p><p>The conversation flowed easier than either of them had expected it would. They talked about their jobs, families, friends, hobbies, past vacations, and anything else that seemed interesting. It wasn’t until the walk home that April mentioned what had brought them together in the first place.</p><p>“Be honest with me Pete, did you really like last night?” she asked as they slowly strolled down the sidewalk.</p><p>He hesitated for a moment, considering just how much he wanted to reveal. “Yes. Unquestionably yes. Though to be completely honest, I’m also a little conflicted about the whole thing.” He looked around to make sure no one was close enough to hear. “I can’t deny that I really loved licking your pussy last night and that it seemed hotter because someone else had just been inside you. But that also freaks me out a little. It feels wrong.”</p><p>As they walked April reached out and gently took his hand in hers and their fingers entwined. “I know,” she said in a calm, assured tone. “You’re not the first guy to struggle with this kind of thing. Even my ex-boyfriend, who had much more experience and knew what he wanted, struggled with it. All guys in your situation do.”</p><p>“My situation?” Pete asked.</p><p>“Cuckolds. Any guy that embraces being cuckolded ends up feeling conflicted. It’s just part of it. It doesn’t have to be a bad thing though. I don’t know if we’re headed this way, but if I’m your girlfriend it’s perfectly natural to feel weird that I’m fucking other people and making you watch.”</p><p>Pete’s cock stirred to life at her mention of fucking someone else and making him watch. He had no interest in having an erection in public, but it was coming. The way April was rubbing her fingers against the palm of his hand didn’t help. “I know,” Pete said while trying his best to think of anything but another man inside April.</p><p>Pete was having a little trouble in his pants and he’d started to walk a little funny as a result of trying to hide his erection. April surprised him by stopping in the street and kissing Pete. Her tongue pushed between his lips and slowly danced with his. He moaned, completely enraptured with this confident, sexy woman that had upended his understanding of his sexuality in less than 24 hours.</p><p>Pete’s cock was throbbing by the time April broke the kiss. He would have made out with her on the street for hours if she’d wanted. She stepped back and looked down at her handiwork as a noticeable tent had formed in the front of his pants. April smiled as she looked up at Pete and saw a mix of pleasure and embarrassment on his face.</p><p>“Good boy,” she said while taking his hand once again and resuming their walk home. Momentarily mortified at his obvious erection, Pete considered stopping and sitting on the sidewalk until he softened. He looked for a bench to sit on but found nothing. April didn’t seem to care he was obviously erect. His head whipped around in search of anyone that might be witness to his sudden uncontrollable hardness and he was horrified to see a few people staring. His companion seemed genuinely delighted at his public exposure, and for some reason her smile calmed him down.</p><p>“It’s okay Pete,” April assured him. “There’s nothing wrong with being turned on by a kiss. C’mon,” she said while pulling on his arm. “I need you to make me cum.”</p><p>That was enough to inspire him to forget about his erection in public. They rushed back to their apartment building at a far brisker pace than their walk to breakfast and soon Pete was in April’s bedroom for the first time. </p><p>It was a lot nicer than he’d expected. There was a four post canopy bed, a TV mounted to the wall, and a vintage-style dresser lined with elegantly displayed perfumes and jewelry atop it. One of the closet doors was open and inside hung an array of beautiful blouses and dresses. </p><p>“When we’re in here, playing like this, I’m Miss April,” she said in a commanding tone. “Do you understand?”</p><p>“Yes Miss April,” Pete answered in a submissive tone.</p><p>“Good boy,” April said as she stepped closer to her sub and kissed him. Her lips were soft against his and she offered just a hint of tongue to tease him. “Strip,” she ordered. “And hands off your cock. You only masturbate when I tell you to.”</p><p>Pete began to strip. “Yes Miss April,” he said while pulling off his pants and boxer shorts. Soon he was naked in front of the woman that had captivated him so completely. All five inches of his cock stood at attention, such was his excitement for whatever she had planned.</p><p>April gently caressed his shaft with her fingers, teasing him but avoiding the head to prevent any untimely accidents. “I’ve had much bigger,” she said in a playful tone.</p><p>Pete hadn’t expected the size of his cock to come up. He knew he wasn’t big. He’d measured it before. He’d looked up average cock sizes. He was well-aware he literally came up short, at least for women that liked big cocks. “Sorry.” The word slipped out of his mouth involuntarily. It seemed crazy as he said it. Why was he apologizing for the size of his cock?</p><p>April reassured him. “You don’t need to apologize, Pete. As a cuckold your cock won’t be my primary source of pleasure.”</p><p>Pete couldn’t help but be disappointed. His reading the night before had taught him it was unlikely he’d be having lots of sex with April, but she was beautiful and he couldn’t help but hope.</p><p>“On your knees,” she ordered and like a good submissive Pete dropped in front of her. He looked up at the woman that suddenly held such sway over him and saw her smile. She was pleased at his obedience.</p><p>“Good boy.” As Pete waited on his knees April unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down, exposing the pink lace panties she was wearing. “Do you like my panties, Pete? Do they turn you on?” she asked in a sweet voice.</p><p>“Yes Miss April. I like them very much.” His cock was still hard, offering proof of his honesty. He could see her smooth skin and just a hint of her labia through the thin material. He wanted so badly to lean forward and lick her pussy through the lace.</p><p>“You may kiss me,” April said from above him as she gently pushed on the back of his head. Pete wordlessly leaned forward and gently kissed her through the panties. “Again,” she ordered and again he kissed. “Lower,” she said, directing him to her clit. April moaned as the gentle pressure of his lips sent a surge of pleasure through her.</p><p>She tilted his head back until Pete was looking up at her. “Do you want to taste me, Pete?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes Miss April,” he answered. He felt a growing sense of desperation. What he felt was more than a want. He needed to taste her. He needed to lick her pussy.</p><p>April pulled her panties aside and exposed the object of his desire. Pete instinctively pushed forward to lick her and felt a surge of pain as she pulled hard on his hair. “No!” she scolded him. “You will always wait until you’re given permission. Do you understand?”</p><p>Pete gritted his teeth through the intense pain and answered, “Yes Miss April.”</p><p>“Good boy.” She moved her hips forward, bringing her smooth pussy tantalizingly close to his tongue. He stared, working hard to quash his nearly overwhelming impulse to taste her, to make her moan as he pleasured the woman that was so thoroughly dominating him. “You may taste me,” April finally said.</p><p>His tongue leapt from his mouth as Pete pressed his lips against April’s pussy. He licked her eagerly and rhythmically. She began to grind her hips to meet every extension of his tongue. Her eyes closed and she tilted her head towards the ceiling and let out a moan. </p><p>From his knees, Pete relished the taste of April’s pussy and the chance to pleasure her. As she moved her hips aggressively over his mouth he instinctively knew he needed to do little more than hold his tongue in place and let her effectively fuck his face. Once again he felt the beautiful bliss of submitting to this gorgeous woman.</p><p>“I’m cumming,” April groaned from above him. She pulled his head away from her pussy and let the orgasm work its way through her body. She sat on the edge of the bed, her knees weak. April smiled at Pete as he waited on his knees with her juices smeared over his face. “Good boy,” she said.</p><p>April slipped two fingers under the waistband of her panties and into her pussy. They emerged soaked in her wetness and she presented them to her submissive. “Suck them clean,” she ordered.</p><p>Pete leaned forward without thinking and opened his mouth to suck the slippery fingers presented to him. Her taste was intoxicating. He looked into her eyes and was greeted with a commanding, reassuring stare. “Good boy. Keep sucking. Make sure you get them nice and clean,” she said.</p><p>Pete felt a hint of sadness when she pulled her fingers from his mouth. He hoped she would reach into her panties and collect more of her wetness for him to suck clean, but instead she stood and invited him into the bed.</p><p>“I think it’s time you had a little fun, don’t you?” April said as she patted the mattress next to her, beckoning Pete to join her.</p><p>“Yes Miss April. I’d like that very much,” Pete said as he jumped to his feet and climbed into bed with her. His heart pounded with excitement as he relaxed on her remarkably soft sheets.</p><p>April reached between his legs and gently took hold of Pete’s erect cock, teasing him with her delicate fingers. “Would you like to cum, Pete?” she whispered into his ear.</p><p>“Yes Miss April,” he answered immediately.</p><p>Her fingers moved down his shaft and took hold of his balls, rolling them gently. Pete let out a low moan. After building him to this place of overwhelming arousal all morning, he would have done anything for her in that moment.</p><p>She managed to catch Pete off guard with her next question. “Do you think you deserve to cum?”</p><p>Yes, he thought to himself. Yes, he deserved to cum. He had made her cum, after all, so he deserved the same. But, his inner monologue continued, perhaps he didn’t deserve to cum. Maybe, if he was really her submissive, there was no such thing as deserving to cum for him. Maybe as Miss April’s sub he only deserved to cum when she granted him the privilege.</p><p>Despite his overwhelming desire to cum, it seemed like there was only one answer. “No. I don’t deserve to cum.”</p><p>April had a surprised look on her face. “No? Why not?” she asked while stroking him slowly and tenderly.</p><p>The more she played with his cock the more desperate Pete felt. It was agonizing, though in a strangely pleasurable way. “I don’t really know. It just seems like you should decide,” he answered honestly. His mind was so clouded with lust and frustration that he genuinely couldn’t parse why he felt as though he didn’t “deserve” an orgasm.</p><p>April spread the precum at the tip of his cock over the head and took a firmer grip on his shaft. She leaned in to kiss and lick his neck, using her tongue to make her submissive moan as she jerked him off. “We’re going to have so much fun together,” April whispered as she added a gentle twisting motion to her stroking. </p><p>Moments later Pete groaned as he came, his semen spilling over April’s fingers and into his pubic hair. A sense of intense bliss washed over him in the moments after his orgasm. A wave of warmth and gratefulness rushed through him as he looked at his mistress. No one had ever made him feel such things.</p><p>April kissed him softly on the lips. “You’re a mess. Why don’t we take a shower?” She hopped out of bed and Pete paused to watch her butt sway in the pink lace panties. He was utterly captivated. “C’mon,” she called out. “You can wash my hair.”</p><p>Pete stepped into the already-hot shower behind April and she turned to greet him. Her wet, perky breasts pressed against his chest and her lips met his. “Did you enjoy yourself?” she asked as her hands moved down his back and grasped his ass.</p><p>He smiled and met the movement of her hands with his own. Her body felt incredible as he moved his hands over her wet skin. “Very much so. I can’t wait to do it again,” Pete said as he leaned in to kiss her.</p><p>Their tongues met as they kissed while steam filled the bathroom. “There’s so much I can’t wait to show you, Pete,” April said with a broad smile on her face.</p>