Breakfast at Suzanne

Readers Note: Lush is a sex toy that can be controlled remotely from anywhere via an app. It is bulb like in shape and is inserted for g-spot vibrations.


John knew that Suzanne had been absolutely swamped between her day job and side hustle, so he showed up to her house with breakfast and then, depending on how she was feeling, perhaps he would then have her for breakfast. As they’d only eaten brunch together a few times, John had no idea what Suzanne might be craving that morning or even what she might wish to have alongside said breakfast, so he arrived with enough food and beverages for a small orgy.

Laden with waffles, pancakes, avocado toast, fruit, coffee, tea, and several juices, he sheepishly knocked on her door, hoping that he hadn’t woken her up. The night before, after breathlessly finishing a remote play session, Suzanne confidently stated that she wanted to be up by 8:30, as it would give her several hours to slowly acclimate to the day before hitting full steam. It was with this in mind that John showed up at 8:30 as an in-person wake-up call.

John quickly tried to remember which boxer briefs he was wearing because he feared that the thoughts running through his head might be clearly visible in his jeans. With the copious amount of food and beverages he was carrying, he could barely ring her doorbell, much less look down to see if his thoughts were visible in his pants. John rang the doorbell, and Suzanne answered and said she’d be right there. His fears were not in vain. Suzanne opened the door, in a dressing gown wrapped around her sensual figure only partially covering her short chemise and panties. If John wasn’t already erect, that outfit would not have taken long to have rectified the issue.

First puzzled and then smiling from ear to ear, grabbed John by his hard cock and said, “It would appear you brought multiple types of breakfasts” and pulled him inside her home. “I know what I would prefer to eat first, but I also don’t want the hot food to go to waste,” she mused. “I’m sure this,” she said while still gripping John’s cock through his pants, “will be ready to go later.” John reminded her that “After what you told me; I made sure that you can eat both the hot breakfast as well as the stiff one that you’re still holding.”

Letting go of his shaft, Suzanne made her way to her seat, with John pulling the chair out for her and pushing her in. Waring urges, the chivalrous and impish both satiated, one to do the right thing, and the other looking over her shoulder and into her cleavage. The imp won saying “While I brought some ripe cantaloupe and honeydew to enjoy, they’re definitely not the best melons at the table.” Suzanne halfheartedly took a swing at John with her napkin.

They both sat at the table across from one another, Suzanne, taking pleasure in her crispy bacon, stretched one of her legs under the table towards John’s crotch, kneading his shaft with her toes once she made contact. “I just want to make sure my dessert is kept warm and ready to go.” John started reciting baseball statistics, thinking of his hideous 4th grade teacher, car wrecks, absolutely anything to distract him from the machinations of Suzanne’s toes.

Despite the fog caused by yet more blood flooding to his crotch, the tiny bit of blood left in his brain had a thought. He remembered that Suzanne had lost a bet to him the prior week, and last night was one of the nights that she was required to wear her Lush to bed. John quickly queued up the Spotify playlist he had custom crafted. Less than a minute later, John noticed that Suzanne had neither hot liquid nor food in her mouth, and he started the 30+ minute sequence. Her foot froze on his cock realizing how he had just turned the tables on her. Suzanne’s voice trembled while trying to express puzzlement as she felt the initial riffs of Poison’s “Talk Dirty to Me.”

And on cue, John voiced, “I’ve always noticed that you have a weakness for when I talk dirty to you.” Without knowing specifically why he said that Suzanne knew she might be in deep trouble. “I’m so proud of you Suzanne, with all of the hard work you’ve been putting in across all of your pursuits. The least I could do is put at least that much effort into your morning off. I’ll put in the same energy to make this morning special.”

He got up from the table, came around to Suzanne’s side, placed his hands on her shoulders gripping them firmly and began to rub them. John leaned forward and whispered into her ear while peering down her top, “You are in a lot of trouble.” He could tell from his earpiece that the first song was winding down and was getting ready to transition into the second song.

“I remember when you moved into this place. You mentioned that the prior owner had done some significant amount of soundproofing. It was something about a unique place to be able to practice your vocals without having the whole building banging on your door to either applaud you or murder you. Today might be a good test of that soundproofing.”

As if on cue the next song hit, dialing up the ferocity a bit. With the opening chords, John’s grin grew a bit more pronounced, not that Suzanne could see. She was too busy trying to keep calm and quiet. The gentle pressure massaging her sore trapezius muscles effectively trapped her in her chair. Suzanne was unable to get up or remove the Lush. “I really do hope,” John began, “that the soundproofing was all that was promised.” Suzanne, already feeling pleasure, could not imagine what he was thinking. As if reading her mind John whispered, “I wouldn’t want you to get a Bad Reputation.”

Known for its solid, driving bass line, a steady driving pulse, and staccato phrasing, his hope that this song would start having an impact on her along with his whispering and hands. “I planned out a playlist to have at my disposal should I ever need to provide some stimulation in one of several scenarios. While this wasn’t the one I would have predicted, it will be just as effective.” John continued to massage her knotted shoulders, still tense from the week in spite of having just gotten up. “Maybe we should draw you a relaxing bath in a little bit, but not quite yet.” While Ms. Jett didn’t care about her reputation, no one outside of Suzanne’s walls heard the initial moans slipping past her tight lips.

The music paused for a few seconds, transitioning into a delicate, smooth melody, with keyboard arpeggio. The gentle waves provide a small respite for Suzanne’s pussy after the prior song’s stylings. Suddenly, the gentle waves transitioned into a more intense rock ballad, though still a lower intensity than the prior song. At that point she thought to herself, “Here I Go Again.” The consistent percussion, while not intense, never let up completely, creating a new floor of subtle but insistent vibrations that continued for a few more minutes.

The soft waves began pulling away like the tides before a tsunami. But it was a different natural disaster that was on its way as the next song may “Rock You Like A Hurricane.” John began reaching down from the crux of her neck to her shoulder blades pulling back the dressing gown, so it fell between Suzanne’s back and the chair. Whereas the prior song may have gently lulled Suzanne into a false sense of security, this one would do no such thing. The thin straps of her chemise appeared to be struggling to retain her fantastic twins, but their job will soon be done. With full access to her shoulders and neck, began tracing his hands from her jawline down her newly exposed shoulders, focusing more on sensuality than a muscle loosening massage. As if by accident, John’s clumsy fingers caught the strap of her chemise and dragged them right to the edge of her shoulders. As the song reached its culmination, so did the garment’s job for the morning.

As the opening began, John pulled her chair back from the table. It was time to “Pour Some Sugar On” her. While not a hard-hitting song, the consistent beat, thrummed the Lush in a solid and consistent pattern. It neither allowed Suzanne an orgasmic release but instead edged her further. John could see Suzanne’s face and eyes reflecting in the mirror across the room, pleading with him to let her play too. Suzanne was not accustomed to having all the attention on her without there being some sort of interplay. She was both incredibly excited by it but also a bit unsure how to act. However, the continued thumping with the occasional rhythmic complexity short circuited the thought as it was forming. While not a powerful song, the cumulative effect was straining her ability to keep silent. Moans and even a light whimper escaped her beautiful lips. Her Cupid-like lips parting slightly with her tongue extended, licking her lips, parched from her breath. What Suzanne didn’t know, the power level was about to just get dialed up, almost as if she asked John to “Play With Me.”

From a somewhat smooth Def Leppard to a more Extreme song could instantly be felt. Suzanne tensed with pleasure, as the blisteringly fast guitar transitioned immediately to a hard-hitting drum section, and then the two merging into a pounding, as the toy jumped rapidly against her g-spot. Her pulse strained to keep up with the effectively 200 beats per minute song. John came around to kiss her to muffle the sounds escaping her lips. While John believed what she had said about the soundproofing, he didn’t want to be the one to test it this very minute. As he placed his mouth over hers, he parted her lips with his tongue and put his right hand at the back of her neck putting her into him. His left hand trailed down from her cheek to the strap of her top, and switched hands, lowering that strap too. With her breasts fully exposed, John began playing with one of her nipples as he continued to insulate the room from the sounds of her pleasure. He could feel it stiffening under his fingertips and moved his other hand down the other fantastic breast. He was practically straddling her lap at this point, but he did not want to provide her with an escape or an ability to fight back. The frenetic conclusion of the Lush vibrating and her nipples reacting to John’s manipulations, brought Suzanne to the point of screaming with pleasure.

She pulled back suddenly to take a deep breath. Suzanne hoped that it was over but also hoped it was just starting. However, all that was happening was a cooldown. John began to take Lita Ford seriously, with a goal of making Suzanne think he was trying to “Kiss Me Deadly.” With the brief pause having pulled back, he quickly removed his hands from her breasts, grabbing the bottom hem of his shirt with a diagonal grip, pulling it up and over, and then tossing it aside. Suzanne attempted to lean forward to kiss his chest, only to be pushed back with a hand gently pressing against her right breast. He lifted her left breast to his mouth and quickly kissed the nipple and then sucked it into his mouth. He then dragged his hands from her breasts, down acJohn her abdomen, and onto her thighs. He spread her thighs apart, moisture glazing her labia, but it was time to make it get much more slippery. Unlike the song though, Suzanne was not worried about striking out. However, at this point she wondered if she would pass out from pleasure.

John kneeled on the floor spreading her legs and then reaching behind her, grabbing her by her ass and pulling her forward. He slid his hands underneath her cheeks, tilting her pelvis a little, providing better access. He took a few tentative nibbles and licks of her clit. He grabbed the lush by the neck, pulling on it as if to remove it from her pussy, only to push it back in repeatedly. His mouth and tongue never left her clit the entire time. He began kissing her pussy with deadly precision.

As the song ended, the guitar riffs fading out, Suzanne whispered prophetically worried it might be over, “Don’t Stop.” With that, the song transitioned to a soulful and playful beginning to the next song. Seeming softer than the prior song, the Lush barely buzzed for about 30 seconds. Suzanne feared that this was merely an echo of the prior song. However, shortly after, Queen’s “Don’t Stop Me Now” began in earnest, with the entrance of the rhythm section coupled with the tempo’s dramatic acceleration. The insistent but not overpowering beat being to ramp up the pressure. The song began to transition to the next. Had this been nighttime, Suzanne would have said afterwards “You Shook Me All Night Long.”

While the tempo of the vibrations slowed a bit, their strength increased a bit from the prior song, an alternative pressure. John’s hands continued to grip her ass, not allowing her to move her clit even slightly from where John wanted it. For the next ten minutes, it was his clit, not hers. He released her ass, gripping a thigh with one hand and again gripping the neck of the Lush like a guitarist’s whammy bar. He alternated flicking her clit with his tongue and finger while the toy was repeatedly pulled almost to the point of removal before being pushed back in. As Suzanne squirmed on her chair, her juices leaking in greater amounts from between her legs, John kept licking them up to make sure they didn’t wet the chair.

Suddenly, the buzzing stopped. Suzanne believed falsely that her pleasure and punishment had come to an end. But rather, John stood up and helped Suzanne stand on shaky legs. He helped her step out of her chemise that had ended up wrapped around her waist, and guided Suzanne to her bed. With a flourish he half lifted and half pushed her onto the bed. Still not allowing her to get involved in the action or than being the action itself, John quickly turned the music back on and took his clothing off. As the initial riff mimics a fast moving motorcycle, he begins kissing Suzanne passionately while quickly strumming her clit once again with his fingers. As the final crescendo begins to build, along with the volume of her moans, John felt that if this doesn't “Kickstart My Heart” nothing ever will.

At this point Suzanne would no longer be denied. With unknown strength powered by yet another orgasm Suzanne pushed John onto his back, straddled his face and leaned forward to take his cock into her mouth. It was at this point John mumbled into her wet pussy covering his mouth, “You Really Got Me.” Having been teased and pleased for more than 30 minutes, Suzanne fought back with an erotic fury. She reached under his leg to cup his balls steadying herself with her other arm. She tentatively and then more ferocity, claimed his cock for herself the way he had previously owned her clit. While burying his cock in her mouth, somehow managing to moan loudly while not stopping to apply suction. John could feel the throaty vibrations on his cock as she sought not to scream. The song ended, and with it she thought it might be over.

Instead, the mix transitioned into the hardest hitting song on the playlist, a blistering ferocity of vibration peaking at 250 beats per minute. Eddie Van Halen’s virtuosic precise rapid-fire precision proved too much for Suzanne. She sat straight up, still perched on John’s face, and an “Eruption” ensued accompanied by a cry of ecstasy. A deluge of juices drenching his face. She quickly transitioned from a loud cry to a roar of desire, as Van Halen’s blistering fingers strummed her g-spot with a unrelenting power she had never felt before. Wave after wave of pleasure having built up over the prior 40 minutes, just exploded like a volcano. Soundproofing or not, her neighbors had to know by now that she was having a great morning.

Suzanne pulled the Lush out, wetter than she had ever been before. For a millisecond she thought of collapsing next to John. Instead, she decided that she was going to ride him, whether she drained the life out of him or just his cock remained to be seen. She was determined quickly though, payback was not only fair play, but the only thing that mattered. With that, missing just a hat and spurs, our cowgirl mounted her horse and began riding. After multiple orgasms she was so sensitive that she was able to impale herself on his cock with ease. She began riding him with the same vigor that he made her ride the music earlier. After a short while, they both exploded with such volume that it would not be a surprise if her neighbors showed up with flowers and applause for her performance.

Suzanne had a lot to accomplish that day. So, she gave herself a few minutes of post-sex cuddling, but then like the boss she was, climbed out of bed, wiggled her fantastic ass, and said “I have to go take care of work, but you’ve definitely earned yourself another date, that’s for certain. Unfortunately for you though, you’ve set the bar even higher for next time. But I have faith you’ll come through.” Suzanne had turned her head back to look over her shoulder and pierced John’s soul with her blue eyes as she stressed “come.”