The Lithuanian Witch and Miami Beach
Copyright© 2026 by Asmodeus_de_Valle
Chapter 4: The Third Date
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 4: The Third Date - A Femdom story with a touch of mystery set in Miami
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Drunk/Drugged Reluctant Heterosexual BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Anal Sex Analingus Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Foot Fetish Public Sex
Part 4.1
Waking up the next morning, I dressed quietly and, after admiring Irina for a moment as she slept peacefully in her bed, headed to the kitchen. Rummaging through the drawers and taking a look inside the fridge, I found spices, eggs, a few vegetables, half a log of sausage, and a bag of coffee beans.
I quickly cooked an omelet, chopped a salad, brewed coffee, and placing all of it onto a tray along with two plates and forks, returned to the bedroom. Setting the breakfast down on the dresser, I approached the bed, pulled back the blanket to expose her slender legs, and leaning down, began tracing my tongue over her shins.
From the tickling, the girl first let out a sweet, sleepy hum and then, waking up, stretched her arms and opened her eyes.
“Not the shins, Yura, the feet,” she said, raising her head.
I guided my tongue slightly lower, and the girl added:
“First the soles, and only then the topside.”
She poked her left foot into my face, and I began licking the ball of her foot. As I worked her foot with my tongue, the girl sat up and glanced at the tray.
“Why are you dressed? You were supposed to do this naked. And you’ll eat your breakfast separately—this time after me, though next time you can eat before. Alright, that’s enough.”
Irina pulled her feet away from me and shifted so she was sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Get undressed, hand me my breakfast, and get down on all fours in front of me.”
Somewhat bewildered, I followed her instructions—I handed her the tray and dropped to all fours. Irina placed the tray on my back, turned on some music on her phone, and unhurriedly began eating.
“This is a bit humiliating, and my limbs are going numb.”
“Keep talking and you’ll miss out on your blowjob,” the girl declared.
Under the weight of that threat, I had no choice but to shut up. Finishing her breakfast, Irina moved the tray with my portion onto the nightstand, spread her legs, and ordered me to begin the cunnilingus. Once I brought her to orgasm with my tongue, she turned around, putting her ass on display, and I performed anilingus on her.
“Don’t forget, you need to develop your skills!” Irina told me once we were done. “Now lie down; I’m going to taste you.”
“Finally,” I couldn’t help but slip out, leaping onto the bed.
The girl lay down perpendicular to me and, leaning on her elbows, positioned her head above my crotch.
“How do you live with such a massive dick?” she asked, bringing her face close to my phallus.
Feeling her exhale wrap around my dick, which was sensitive from overarousal, I let out a loud gasp instead of an answer. Seeing my reaction, Irina brought her lips within a few millimeters and, opening them slightly, began stimulating me with just her heavy breathing. She teased me like that for a full minute before kissing my glans.
The touch of her lips brought unbelievable pleasure, catching my breath. When she slowly traced her tongue around the head, I groaned loudly, my abdominal muscles involuntarily tensed, and I partially raised my torso.
“Don’t move,” the blonde ordered in a stern tone before opening her mouth wide and taking the front part of my phallus inside.
She shifted her hands from the blanket onto my chest and thighs, holding me down to the bed. Working her tongue actively, she began moving her lips along the head and part of the shaft at an increasing pace, gradually deepening her intake.
From the sheer pleasure, I closed my eyes, gripped the blanket with my fingers, and despite the weight of her body, arched my lower back. I came very quickly and intensely. Taking the initial surge, Irina pulled back from my dick, letting the main stream fall onto my stomach and chest.
“That was way too fast,” the girl said, making no effort to hide her disappointment.
I tried to excuse myself, but an incoherent groan came out of my throat instead of words.
“I was hoping to play around with it a bit, I wanted to try swallowing it whole. Hold it in next time.” Saying this, Irina slid off the bed and began dressing. “Clean yourself up and eat breakfast. You’ll drive me to work and pick me up this evening.”
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