Since Bella was off two weeks and I was off the week after that, we missed each other at work.  Then I get transferred to another division.  I kept leaving notes for her, but she never responded.  I get a new job, new responsibility and I’m working too many hours.  I keep emailing Bella and there’s no response.  I leave messages on her phone and she ignores me.  Great!  I get dumped by one woman and ghosted by another.  The only luck I’m having is shitty.  

I figure there’s no use in trying to track her down so I’m focusing on my work.  That was a mistake; on the one day I come home from work at a regular hour, Mrs. Carlotta and Tony come for a visit.  After welcoming them in, I get them drinks and some snacks.  “To what do I owe this delightful visit.”

Tony has his mouth full of food so he can’t answer; Mrs. Carlotta has no such problems.  “So, why did you stop seeing my daughter; she’s not good enough for you?”

What the heck?  I better watch myself because Mrs. Carlotta may not miss my balls when she knees me the next time.  “Mrs. Carlotta, I’ve sent notes, left messages, emailed your daughter, tried every way I can to get in contact with her and she refuses to talk to me.  What did I do wrong?  I admire your daughter greatly.”

Tony, coughed so we both looked at him.  “I’m not blaming you if you do, but Bella is convinced you’re dumping her; she says your office is cleared out and you sold your house so she can’t find you.”  He shrugged, “I know it took us ten minutes to find you.  I love your bachelor pad; that pool area will really attract the chicks.”  He winks at me before his mom whacked his knee.

Mrs. Carlotta starts in on me; “So your notes; what did they say?”
“My Uncle died, I got a new job, when could I see her again, and why was she treating me this way?”

Mrs. Carlotta laughed, grabbed my phone and called her daughter, I guess, since the conversation was in Italian.  Tony is laughing while stuffing his face and drinking his beer.  “Bella will be over soon; you better find a way to calm her down; she loses it sometime; nice place.  You should invitee us all over for dinner so mama can grill you.”  Mrs. Carlotta slammed down the phone and must have sworn in Italian since Tony just ducked his head and covered it with both hands.  “Mama, let’s give the lovebirds some privacy; you can figure out a good time to invite Michael over so we can grill him properly.”  I get handshakes from both of them as they leave.

Half an hour later, Bella shows up, balling her eyes out; I let her cry on me while I massage her back, neck, and shoulders.  “Bella, it’s okay; I just wanted to know what I did wrong-that’s all.” Mistake!  Bella starts crying more. She sobbing so much her beautiful breasts are bouncing against my chest making me hard.

Between sobs, Bella mumbles, “Mallory said you were only using me for sex; you’d never fall for a woman like me because I’m not your type.”

I shifted my hips so Bella could feel how hard I was from just rubbing her back.  “I would have thought after last time, you’d know better; now as I remember, you told me it was my turn to tease you a bit; use one of my robes to get more comfortable, and I’ll tease you a bit to show you how much you turn me on.”  I point to my bedroom and I’m expecting Bella to just run over and get ready.  Nope, she pulls me down for a kiss, makes sure our tongues do the tango, and is rubbing my hard-on with her hands.  I’m so hard I’m ready to explode; Bella is a world class dick tease.  Then she takes off for my room.

What I expect and what happens are two different things.  Bella comes out in high heels and her signature satin underwear, this time in silver.  Her breasts jiggle as she walks toward me and if I thought I was hard before, I was so wrong;  Bella kisses me again before grinding her breasts on my chest.  “I’m a better tease than you Michael; I’d like to see you prove me wrong.”

I grab her hand and pull her back to my bedroom; “Okay, we’ll play by your mama’s rules; I can touch you, but you can’t touch me; lay in the middle of my bed please.”  Bella makes a big deal out of crawling to the middle of the bed so I have a fantastic view of her glorious ass with her silver thong.  She grabs two pillows and makes sure she’s nice and comfortable.

I stay down by her feet and remove her shoes before giving her the best foot rub of her life; she’s squirming, moving, and grabbing handfuls of the bedcover while she enjoys herself.  I make my way up her left leg massaging as I go; when I get to her thighs, I spread her legs apart and massage right to the hip, but I never touched her delightful cameltoe.  I got close, but I switched to her other leg and keep up the massage; Bella’s thighs are twitching so much she must be close to an orgasm.  I keep up the massage while I sneak a peek at her cameltoe and there’s a little wet spot; before I can say a thing Bella moans, “You are a sexy little tease.” She clamps her thighs together and a small orgasm courses through her.  I don’t wait; I start running my finger up and down the cameltoe slit, probing deeper and deeper.  I find her clit, rubbing it in lazy little circles, feeling her satin panties getting wetter.  Bella is groaning, “Please don’t stop Michael, please keep going;  you sure know how to tease the right way.”  

I don’t listen; I stop rubbing, bend down, pull her sopping panties to the side and start licking and sucking Bella’s clit.  She goes rigid but I hang on tight licking, sucking, nibbling and humming to my own delight.  Bella’s almost screeching from the pleasure so I suck her clit gently between my teeth and flick my tongue back and forth on her clit until her orgasm seems to erupt.  Bella pushes me away and goes into the fetal position shaking from the intensity of her orgasm.  I pad over to the bathroom, wash quickly, before I come back naked, my hard-on hard as a rock.

Bella is still curled up on the bed as the orgasm makes her whole body shake.  It must go on for two or three minutes.  When it’s finally over, I snuggle up to her, my cock pressed into her back.  I start massaging her breasts and man are they hot.  I’ve never met a woman who heats up like this.  I let one hand wander down to her clit and I use two fingers to rub her to another orgasm.  I have to grab both breasts and hold onto her as she shivers and shakes.  When Bella can finally talk she says, “You win you big clit tease; you’re better at teasing than I am.  But no more momma’s rules; that dick is mine and mine alone.  Help me take off my lingerie.”  

Bella had ulterior motives; her bra clipped in the front and it took me a little time to figure out how the clip worked, how soft and sexy her breasts were, and how her nipples would get even stiffer when I played with them.  Bella playfully slapped my hands away, pushed me over so, her breasts dangling in my face while she rummaged in the top drawer for my condoms.  I took the opportunity to suck on her eraser hard nipples while squeezing her breasts.  She giggled before pulling away from me.  Bella tore open the package, and put on the condom like a pro; she gave me a wicked little smile; “We had to do this for a grade in high school-I always got the best grades for this part; now lay back, you’re getting French pussy.”  French pussy turned out to be Bella rubbing her clit on my hard-on until she had another earthquake of an orgasm.

After Bella rolled off of me, I threw both legs over my shoulder and started slowly going in and out of her dripping pussy.  Her eyes rolled back in her head as she enjoyed the pure delight of me going all the way in and all the way out of her.  Bella must have shook for five minutes straight as I did this.  She pushed me off and growled, “Give it to me doggie style now Michael!”  I had to drag her to the edge of the bed before it was the right height.  This time I jackhammered her into a long intense orgasm where all Bella did was shake her head side to side and hold onto her breasts as I pounded her.  She was whimpering but I couldn’t understand what she said.  I reached around and rubbed her clit until she had her last orgasm where she pitched off of me.  It took her five minutes before she asked, “Don’t you ever cum?”

I smiled and gave her a wicked grin of my own; “I can’t when I wear a condom.  Besides, I’m supposed to tease you, remember?”

Bella pulled me toward her until we were in the middle of the bed.  “You’re cumming now mister; how should I stroke you, on the shaft or on the head?”

I always cum too quickly when a woman strokes my cock head so I said, “Shaft.”  

Bella sent the condom flying before she drooled all over my cock to get it sloppy.  I was in heaven before Bella realized I was teasing her clit again and she was close to another orgasm.  “Oh, you’re such a wise guy. Now you’re getting it.”   Bells sucked the tip of my cock into her mouth and really applied the suction while still pumping my shaft.  My cock seemed to get even harder and Bella began to hum a song; the vibrations made my balls twitch which made Bella increase the suction and the speed of her stroking.  I couldn’t hold it in any longer and I exploded rope after rope of cum down her throat.  Bella kept pumping and sucking until I was limp.  We cuddled in bed for a few minutes before Bella cleaned up and got dressed to go home.

Right before she left, she kissed me and gave my balls a good squeeze.  “Mama wants me to marry you yesterday, but I need some more convincing.”  She gave me another kiss that made my cock start to swell again.

As Bella stroked me back to hardness, I asked, “What about me?  Don’t I need convincing?”

Bella shook her head no before she almost made me pass out from a kiss.  “No Michael; you were drained less than half an hour ago and you’re hard again; remember, your cock and balls are all mine, just like I’m all yours.  Let’s get mama’s permission before we get the rings.  But you need to convince me first.”

I pulled Bella in close and rubbed my hard-on  her pussy, gave her a passionate kiss, and fondled her breasts until she moaned.  I gave that pretty peach a good squeeze before I opened the door.  I don’t think convincing her would be too hard, not too hard at all.