<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="30777078" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“Damn dude, your girlfriend’s hot,” offered Eric, Pete’s coworker and sort-of-friend. </p><p>It was a warm weekend in June and their employer was hosting its annual pool party at an absurd Los Angeles mansion they’d rented out for the occasion. The expansive pool area was crawling with employees and their guests. Three grills had been brought in to barbecue as much food as everyone could eat and free drinks were available.</p><p>“Seriously, where did you meet her?” asked Tom, Pete’s closest work friend and cubicle mate.</p><p>“She moved into the apartment next to mine like, six months ago,” Pete answered as he watched April talk with a group of girls. He couldn’t help but admire how good she looked in the black bikini she’d chosen for the event. She wore a sheer blue sarong with it and it somehow looked even sexier than if it was just her bikini bottoms covering her lower half.</p><p>“How’s the sex?” Eric asked.</p><p>“Fuck you, Eric,” Pete snapped back in an irritated tone. They weren’t really friends. Eric was too much of an asshole to be friends with. Most of the time he was inoffensive, but sometimes he really bugged Pete.</p><p>Eric snapped back, “Damn dude, what’s up your ass?”</p><p>Pete took a long, silent sip of his beer. When he offered no response to the question, Eric walked away and immediately Pete relaxed. It wasn’t really Eric’s question that had annoyed him. It was that he couldn’t help but imagine Eric and April fucking when the question had been asked. He’d been irritated that the first thing that popped into mind was his girlfriend enjoying that asshole’s cock.</p><p>Eric always made Pete a little insecure. He was confident, good-looking, and in exceptionally good shape. The last part was impossible not to notice as he’d pulled his shirt off the moment he’d arrived at the party and hadn’t put it back on since.</p><p>Why would he imagine his girlfriend fucking someone like that? Eric was the last person Pete wanted to see April with. All of this rushed through his head as he stood silently.</p><p>Tom finally interrupted the silence. “Hey, Pete, are you okay?” he asked with a genuinely concerned look on his face.</p><p>Shaken out of his self-induced, insecurity-fueled stupor, Pete snapped back to reality and smiled. “Yeah man, sorry. Sometimes Eric really bugs me. I don’t know why, but he just does.” He knew why, but he wouldn’t dare say.</p><p>“Probably because sometimes he’s a real asshole. I mean, look at him,” Tom said as he pointed towards the pool.</p><p>Pete had been so lost in his thoughts he hadn’t noticed Eric make his way over to April and the group of girls she was hanging out with. He was right next to April and clearly flirting. He kept leaning into her when he’d laugh. </p><p>Normally, Pete would have been excited to watch someone flirt with April. It happened constantly - something about her seemed to draw in guys - and it never bothered him. Most of the time it ended with something pleasurably naughty - great sex or the chance to go down on her - but this time it only irritated him.</p><p>“I’m going to get a hamburger, you want anything?” Pete asked Tom as he turned and walked towards the plume of smoke curling skyward over the grills.</p><p>“No, I’m good. Thanks,” Tom answered.</p><p>  </p><p>“Thanks for taking me to the party. I had a lot of fun.” April said as she snuggled next to Pete on the couch. He was skipping through show after show on Netflix.</p><p>April reached over and took the remote from him. She turned his head until he had to look at her. “Pete, what’s wrong?” she asked.</p><p>“Nothing,” he answered, though he didn’t make much effort to hide his obvious lie.</p><p>“Pete, honey, you’ve been acting strange since we got home from the party. Something is clearly wrong. Tell me.” She took his hand in hers and their fingers entwined.</p><p>The hard look on Pete’s face softened for a brief moment but returned as quickly as it had departed. “Did you enjoy flirting with Eric?” he finally said, his voice laced with bitterness.</p><p>“Oh my God, is that what this is about?” April couldn’t help but smile. He was jealous and beautifully insecure. She kissed Pete on the cheek and straddled him. </p><p>He looked up at her, the hardness in his face gone. It had been replaced by a vulnerable look. April felt terrible.</p><p>“I’m sorry Pete. I shouldn’t have let him flirt with me like that. I should have just shut it down immediately. I had no idea it would make you feel this way.” She leaned forward and kissed him gently, her lips pressed softly against his.</p><p>Pete relaxed beneath April. The tension he’d been holding onto since the party washed away. He felt a wave of relief and exhaustion wash over him. “It’s not your fault,” he said. April leaned forward and kissed him again, this time holding it a few seconds longer. “I don’t know why it bugged me so much. I don’t know why he bugs me so much.”</p><p>“It’s probably because he’s an asshole,” April said with a laugh. Pete had a surprised look on his face. “Guys like that do nothing for me, Pete.”</p><p>“Guys like that?” he asked.</p><p>“Arrogant guys. It’s an unbearable quality. I know some girls fall for it, but arrogance is the quickest way to turn me off. You should have heard some of his lines. I honestly find it hard to believe that guy ever gets laid.”</p><p>Pete couldn’t help but smile. He knew Eric got laid all the time, at least if half of what he said was true, but it was still nice to hear that not all women found him irresistible.</p><p>“Speaking of getting laid, I could really use an orgasm, so how about you take me to the bedroom and show Miss April how much you want to make her cum?” April said, taking on the dominant tone Pete could never resist.</p><p>“Yes Miss April,” Pete answered.</p><p>“How about a treat?” April asked, capturing Pete’s interest. “Go to the closet and pick out something you’d like me to wear.”</p><p>Pete practically scampered to the closet and surveyed April’s impressive lingerie collection. He settled on a black lace bodysuit and grabbed her thigh high black leather boots, hoping she’d wear them too.</p><p>“Oh, you like those boots, do you?” April asked with a smile on her face.</p><p>“Yes, very much so,” he answered in an eager tone.</p><p>With a wave of her hand April beckoned Pete towards her. “Take my clothes off,” she said.</p><p>April stood as Pete pulled the thin white sweater over her head and unbuttoned her jeans. He fell to his knees to pull them off, taking care not to upset her balance. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her lace boyshort panties and slowly slid them off, letting his fingers caress her smooth skin as he did. A quiet moan escaped her lips as goose bumps briefly raised on her skin.</p><p>From his knees Pete admired his girlfriend’s naked body. She smiled at him and ran her fingers through his hair. “Very good,” she said. April turned and picked the body suit up off the bed. Wordlessly, she handed it to Pete.</p><p>She sat on the edge of the bed and lifted her feet so he could guide them into the lingerie and slowly pull it up her legs. She stood as the lace material reached her crotch and Pete helped pull it over her shoulders. It fit snugly against her breasts and she turned around so he could zip it up.</p><p>“Thank you,” April said as she turned around and ran her hands over the lace as it clung tightly to her body. She reached for the boots and handed them to Pete. A simple glance downwards was enough to send him to his knees once again.</p><p>He unzipped the right boot and gently slipped her foot into it. The leather was soft and pliable and it thrilled Pete to run his fingers over it as he pulled the zipper up to its place just above her knee. </p><p>“That’s very good,” April said in a soft, confidently dominant tone as she watched Pete dress her. </p><p>He did the same with the other boot and sat back on his knees to admire his handiwork. “You look incredible,” he said, and she did. In her leather boots and tight black lace bodysuit she embodied the dominant dream girl he’d fallen in love with.</p><p>April stood and stepped forward until her thighs were inches from Pete’s face. “Kiss me,” she said. He gently pressed his lips against her creamy flesh, moving from one thigh to the other as she purred from above.</p><p>“Good boy,” she said as her fingers slowly entwined in his hair. April took a tight grip and pulled him away from her thighs, from what he desired. “What do you want, Pete?” she asked in a demanding tone.</p><p>He stared up at her, totally enthralled by his girlfriend. “I want to worship you,” Pete answered.</p><p>April pulled him between her legs and said, “Kiss me.” His lips were already against her lace-clad crotch, which is right where she wanted him. He kissed right where her clit would be, offering a hint of pressure. Again she purred, delighted by her boyfriend’s submission and his ability to find her pleasure spots with such ease.</p><p>“Stand,” April ordered as she pulled his head away from her pussy. With a touch of regret Pete stood, pulling himself from the place he wanted to be more than anywhere in the world at that moment.</p><p>“Strip and get in bed. On your back,” April commanded. She was now fully inhabiting her dominant persona and was emboldened by Pete’s beautiful submission.</p><p>He followed her orders and stripped quickly. His hard cock sprang free as he pulled off his pants and boxer shorts and April smiled at his arousal. The crown of it shined from a steady flow of precum that stained the front of his underwear.</p><p>Pete took his place in bed, lying on his back and waiting for Miss April to issue her next order. She straddled his stomach, her ass achingly close to his cock but not close enough to provide the stimulation he sought.</p><p>While he watched, April pulled the top of the bodysuit down and let her breasts come free. “Would you like to kiss them?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes Miss April,” came Pete’s response. She leaned forward, bringing the objects of his affection closer. April paused just above his lips, her nipples tantalizingly close. He knew better than to pick his head up and take what he wanted. He needed to wait for permission.</p><p>April smiled as she witnessed Pete’s hunger. In that moment there was nothing he wanted more than to kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples. She had him completely in her thrall. “You may kiss them,” she said.</p><p>Pete’s head popped off the pillow and his lips surrounded the erect flesh. He gently ran his tongue back and forth over her nipples, eliciting a sharp intake of breath and a moan of pleasure from April. He released one and moved to the other, tenderly giving it the same attention with his tongue. He moved from sucking her nipples to kissing around them, savoring the sensation of her soft, milky white flesh against his lips.</p><p>Thoroughly pleased and wet between the legs, April sat up again and admired the look of bliss on Pete’s face. “Thank you,” he said.</p><p>“For what?” April asked, knowing full well the answer.</p><p>“For letting me kiss your perfect breasts,” he said without hesitation. She watched as the pleasure of submission washed over his face.</p><p>“I think my pussy would really like your attention, Pete. Would you enjoy that? Do you want to kiss my pussy?” April asked as she moved forward. The soft leather of her boots pressed against his hips and torso, offering the sensorial joy he’d hoped for when he pulled them from the closet.</p><p>“Yes Miss April. Please let me kiss your pussy. Please let me taste you,” Pete said in a tone that was pure desire.</p><p>April was clearly enjoying herself. To have Pete’s desire focused on her, to have him want nothing more than to give her an orgasm thrilled her. For the moment he’d forgotten completely about his pleasure and wanted only to offer his girlfriend what she craved. </p><p>April straddled Pete’s face and pulled aside the lace, offering him a brief view of her pussy before sinking onto his tongue. He licked feverishly, first diving between her labia to taste her and then concentrating his efforts on her clit. April closed her thighs around his head, keeping him in a vice-like grip as he worshiped.</p><p>“That’s good Pete. Lick my pussy. Make me cum, baby. Make me cum.” She moaned above him. Her thighs began to twitch involuntarily. She leaned forward and grabbed a handful of his hair, mostly to restore her balance.</p><p>“Oh fuck,” she groaned. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming Pete.” He continued his rhythmic licking of April’s clit as she climaxed on top of him. A guttural moan filled the air as the waves of pleasure moved through her. He stopped licking when she lifted her hips.</p><p>“That was so good,” April said through heavy breaths. “So good.” </p><p>April slid down Pete’s body and kissed him, her tongue mingling with his as he savored her taste on his lips. He couldn’t help but hope she’d sink her pussy down on his erection.</p><p>April moved back until she was straddling his thighs, teasing him with the possibility of sex. She looked down and took his turgid cock in her hand. Her fingers ran over the head, gathering the precum and using it as lubrication for a slow handjob. “Do you want to fuck me, Pete? Do you want to be inside me?” she teased.</p><p>“Yes. God yes. Please. Please let me fuck you,” he begged shamelessly. He was desperate. Her hand felt spectacular moving up and down his cock and he wanted nothing more than to feel the incredible warmth and wetness of her pussy around him.</p><p>April moved forward until her pussy was against his balls and the base of his cock. He thought for sure she was going to take him inside her, but his girlfriend had other plans. Slowly she pushed her hips forward. Her pussy lips spread around his cock, pressing it against his stomach as she moved. Just as she reached the head, when she could have taken him inside her, April pulled back. He groaned. He’d gotten so close to what he craved and she’d taken it away.</p><p>April smiled and did it again. She leaned back to offer a spectacular view of her breasts and began to slide her hips back and forth. He could feel the wetness of her pussy over his cock but he was denied the pleasure of being inside her. It was the ultimate tease and he could already tell it was going to be enough to make him cum.</p><p>Pete was too turned on to resist. Each time April slid forward she rubbed her wet labia and vulva over his shaft and the underside of his cock head. Each time she offered blissful stimulation without taking him inside her. Each time he got a little closer to cumming. </p><p>He was caught in a place of wild frustration and intense pleasure. He wanted so badly to be inside his girlfriend, to fuck her, and yet he could feel his orgasm approaching. “I’m going to cum,” he said both as an announcement of his impending climax and a vague plea for April to take him in her pussy.</p><p>It wasn’t to be though. This was how he would cum. Her hips continued to move back and forth. Her pussy lips continued to open around his cock as it laid rock hard against Pete’s stomach. “I’m cumming,” he cried out and his seed soon followed. It sprayed onto his stomach and chest as April continued her thrusts, milking every last drop from him in the process.</p><p>“Holy fuck,” he said when it was finally over. “That was...holy fuck.”</p><p>Still straddling him, April could only smile. She’d never made a man cum like that before. It turned out to be a lot more fun than she was expecting.</p>