Shy Bunny Bella

Shy Bunny Bella Pt. 05

Author's Note:

All characters are over 18, and every encounter is fully consensual. I truly appreciate thoughtful feedback, votes, and comments

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When he awoke the next morning, Bella was gone. He remembered holding her for most of the night, and waking up to her stroking him to orgasm, but now she was gone. A short wave of panic spread over him, wondering in that fog just before pure wakefulness that, in her grief, she left for good. He couldn't bear losing her... not when he had just started caring for her.

He paused a moment and woke up enough to consider. First, she was probably still in the house, getting ready or working out in the gym. Second, his fear indicated the depth of his growing emotions. He wasn't worried what her parents would say if she took off in the middle of the night, but was more concerned about losing her, than with them. Interesting.

He sat up in bed and saw her cross in front of his bedroom door dressed in her pink workout gear. "Bella?" he called instinctively.

She came back and leaned against the doorjamb, looking awake and radiant. A shimmer of sweat coated her skin, her nipples were erect from the workout, and her shorts pulled tight against the slit of her pussy. Bruce got the idea she was doing that on purpose.

"I just... are you okay?"

"Fine, Uncle Bruce," she said, giggling, looking at where his morning wood was poking up in the sheet. "The gym is all yours. Would it be okay if I made breakfast for us?"

"Yes... thank you, Bunny," he said gathering the sheet over his morning hardon.

Bella giggled at his predicament and looked away demurely. "I'll shower and start on breakfast." She straightened up and walked back down the hall toward her room. "Join me when you're ready."

Bruce recognized the double entendre and laughed. "Very bold, Bunny," he called after her, and Bella giggled from her room. He considered doing just that, joining her in the shower, but then figured she was just teasing him.

His thoughts were confirmed when he picked up his phone and read his texts from Tara... which were already marked as 'Read'. Curious Bunny had been in his phone... and had even replied.

Tara:Good morning, sexy. Have you fucked her yet.

Bruce (Bella):No. Hasn't fucked me, but I gave him a handjob last night.

Tara:Bella???

Bruce (Bella):A kiss emoji.How's Chicago?

Tara:Having a great time. I guess you saw the pic?

Bruce (Bella):Totally. So hot.

Tara:'How'd you get his phone?

Bruce (Bella):Slept with him. I mean just slept. Is that okay?

Tara:Did you like it?

Bruce (Bella):Yes. I like sleeping next to him

Tara:So do I. Enjoy the feeling, Bella.

Bruce (Bella):Miss you.

Tara:Thank you, sweetheart. I miss you, too. Be home soon.

Bruce (Bella):Closing the deal?winking emoji.

Tara:God, yes.

Bruce (Bella):Send more pics. You are one sexy slut.

Tara:Wow! Thank you, Bella. Can't wait to be home.

Bruce (Bella):Me neither. I liked the feel of your hands.

Tara:I liked touching you.

Bruce (Bella):Maybe I can touch you, too?

Tara:I'd like that a lot, Bunny.

Bruce (Bella):Hurry back.

The final text was a close up of Tara's vagina, wet with arousal, and two fingers deep inside. The caption read,Can't wait.

"I guess the game extends to Bella, now," Bruce muttered.

Bruce:Me. Good morning. No. Haven't fucked her. But read your conversation. You ARE one sexy slut.

Tara replied with a pic taken in the mirror of her hotel bathroom, total nude, one leg up on the counter, her fingers spreading her pussy wide.

Tara:For your pleasure.

He knew whatthatmeant: an invitation for a tribute. He'd give one later... when there was plenty of jizz built up in his balls. She deserved a proper tribute. For now, he put on workout shorts, brushed his teeth, and headed to the gym.

From the end of the hall, he heard the shower running... and once more, just for a moment, he considered. But, as he realized last night, Bella needed to initiate their moments. He couldn't push her... in spite of her teasing.That's... gonna be difficult,he thought as he walked downstairs to the gym.

They sat at the kitchen counter for breakfast, bagels with avocados and cream cheese, coffee, and juice. Bella explained that he didn't have much to work with, and Bruce realized he would have to keep a few more things on hand for Bella. He was fine with bagels every morning, but she might want something different. So, they talked about the menu for a bit, and Bruce said he would go shopping later.

Bella's face flushed when he mentioned shopping.

"Do you not want to be here by yourself, Bella?"

She blushed and chuckled. "No, I've just... had this idea for a while... something I've seen others do... I want to go shopping."

Bruce blinked at her, confused. "Shopping?"

"For a video," she clarified. "Shots of me walking past the big department stores at the mall but going into the cheaper boutiques and finding the stuff for costumes. Then shots at Wal-Mart or Target getting the rest."

"I get it. Sort of show your followers they don't need to spend a lot of money on name brands to find what they need? Is that right?"

"Exactly," she said, her face brightening, only to fall again. "I'm just... not a big fan of the mall."

"I'm sure. How did you work it out in the past?"

"I've... never done it before."

"Oh. Bold Bunny stepping out? Shopper Bunny?"

Bella blushed and dropped her eyes. "She's... new."

"Really?"

She nodded.

"What changed?"

Without looking up, but going a bit redder in the face, Bella pointed toward the pool.

Bruce understood. "Your parents kept asking me what I did to help bring out Bold Bunny. I told them it was because you saw them... and all of us so... uninhibited. Your mom doesn't exactly strip down naked and have sex with Tyler right in front of you at the drop of hat, does she?"

Bella tittered but shook her head.

"I figured. So, seeing us be... bold allowed Bold Bunny to come out?"

She seemed to consider this for a moment, then nodded.

"Do you like her? She here to stay?"

She nodded again.

"I get it. Well, I'm not going to push you into doing anything you're not ready for, but when you want, I'll drive you to the mall and anywhere you want to go."

Bella turned and smiled shyly at him. "You will?"

Bruce stood up and took their plates to the sink. "Well, I'm not gonna let you drive my BMW. It's new."

She giggled at his teasing. "Thank you, Uncle Bruce."

"Of course, Bunny. You want to go today?"

She shook her head. "Need to research a bit first. Plan a few things so..." Her face fell.

"So, we aren't there long?"

She nodded again, dropping her gaze.

"Well... I've gotta work today, anyway, plus I have a video meeting later this afternoon. You do what you need to do, and then... you can plan something for the next couple of days."

Bella got up, circled the counter, and hugged him. "Thank you," she whispered, then walked upstairs to her room.

Bruce got himself some more coffee and went down the hall to his office. He worked for about an hour before he heard a knock on the door.

Bella, in her playmate bunny ears again, poked her head in. "Would it be okay if... I sat in here... with you... for a while? I'll be quiet."

Bruce gestured toward a high-backed armchair in the corner. "Make yourself at home."

She walked in and sat down, her lips curled in a knowing smirk, and Bruce realized she had changed clothes as well as donning her ears. At breakfast, she wore her typical baggy sweatshirt, and pink leggings, very similar to the day she arrived. Walking into his office an hour later, she swapped the sweatshirt for a cropped pink tank top which was thin enough to show the black demi-bra underneath and stretched tight across her bust. She had also switched out the leggings for a pink, denim mini skirt... ultra mini. No doubt she had used it for a costume in the past, probably over a pair of thick tights, but here in his office, her smooth legs stretched out from the hem which barely covered her ass.

"Very bold, Bunny," he said smiling as she sat down. The angle was bad for him to see if her panties matched her bra... and she knew it. She winked at him with a leer as she crossed her legs, placed her tablet on her lap, and began her own work. "Yes...verybold, Bunny." He turned back to his computer as she smiled wryly in her corner.

They worked in companionable silence, Bruce on a very boring training animation about using his company's software to connect a VPN, and Bella on... well, Bruce had no idea. After about an hour, Bruce heard his phone chirp. It was Tara.

Tara:Still waiting for my tribute.Tongue emoji.

Bruce:In the office. Bella's in here too. Can't really whip it out right now.

Tara:Why not? Look behind you, stud.

Surprised, Bruce turned around to see Bella sitting in the chair with one leg propped over the chair arm and her skirt pulled up to her waist giving him a full view of her black thong... which did match her bra, Bruce noticed. The thong was pulled so tight, he could see her puffy lips protruding around the fabric.

His phone chirped again.

Tara:Now, give me my tribute!

"I take it you've been talking to Tara?" Bruce said to Bella.

Bella nodded, her eyes burning with lust and desire as her finger traced the slit of her pussy under the material of her underwear.

"Slutty Bunny has a mentor," Bruce said.

Bella chuckled, a very sultry sound, and continued to stroke her pussy through her thong. "Aunt Tara wants her tribute. Slutty Bunny wants a tribute, too." She slowly and seductively pulled the straps of her tank top down over her breasts, confirming the bra and thong were indeed a matched set. Continuing the striptease, Bella pulled the bra straps down, her full and pink tits popping out of the cups and hanging gloriously for Bruce's enjoyment.

Bruce was immediately hard, his cock straining in his pants. His dick bulged and throbbed against the material. "Bold Bunny... Sexy Bunny... Beautiful Bunny..." he said unzipping his pants and freeing his erection.

She watched him with lustful fascination as he slowly stroked his cock. "You know... Tyler's cum inside my pussy, in my mouth, and even between my tits..."

Bruce's cock throbbed as he stroked it and listened to his Slutty Bunny go on.

"This weekend, I've watched you two unload on every part and in every hole of Aunt Taraandmy mother. I watched you two shoot it on their faces. Soooo fucking hot. Tyler has never... cum on my face. Did you know that? I want to feel what it's like to be painted... marked. Would you like... will you... cum on my face, Uncle Bruce? Would you like to unload all over your Slutty Bunny's face?"

Bruce almost shot his load right there, so he stopped stroking and simply nodded.

Bella stood up and walked slowly toward him, still rubbing her slit over her thong. She stopped in front of him, letting him watch her tease her pussy, circle her clit, then lick her finger. "Would you like your Slutty Bunny to suck you off so you can shoot your load all over her pretty face?

His cock was so hard it hurt, almost bursting with his desire. He swallowed hard, desperately trying to keep control, and slowly nodded.

She sank to her knees, took his cock with one hand and stroked while she held it against her face, holding up her phone with the other. It was the picture from this morning, Tara in the hotel bathroom stretching her pussy open. "Aunt Tara needs her tribute. I'm gonna help you give her one."

Still holding up the phone, Bella kissed Bruce's cock from base to tip, then engulfed half of it in one motion, bobbing her head slowly, drawing out the pleasure.

Bruce gasped and groaned at the overwhelming sensation of Bella's sweet mouth. Tara was a master cock sucker, and Rene had learned most of her tricks from the master. Bella, it seemed, had picked up a thing or two from Rene, making her third on his list of best mouths he'd ever had. Then, she slowed her pace, hollowed her cheeks, and circled her tongue around his shaft, a technique only Tara had done to him. She had apparently imparted this little tidbit to her slut-in-training, sending Bella right past her mother into the number two spot.

"Fuck... shit... got... Bella... cumming..." he warned after only a few bobs of her head. With the anticipation of just WANTING Bella, her teasing, and such masterful fellatio, he went quickly to the brink.

She pulled off him with a loud pop. "Give it to me, Uncle Bruce," she whispered huskily still holding up her phone and stroking him briskly. "Paint me. Give Aunt Taraandyour Slutty Bunny your tribute. Cum all over my face. Shoot it all over..."

She didn't get a chance to finish before strand after strand of thick semen spread across her nose and eyes, then her lips, then her cheek. She kept pumping him and rubbed his cock over every part of her face, making sure he covered her completely. She frigged herself while rubbing jizz all over her, and screamed into an orgasm, cum dripping down her face.

"God... Bunny... fucking incredible..." Bruce stammered.

Bella giggled and his cum began to slide down her cheeks as she looked up at him. "Take a picture. Hurry."

He grabbed his phone and took a couple pics of this young beauty covered in his cum. She posed with her phone still showing Tara in the bathroom on one side of her face, his still-hard cock on the other, and her tongue licking up the glob of jizz on her chin. He took a few more, especially when she clamped her lips over his cock again and sucked the last remnants of his semen out.

"I wanna see," she said, and Bruce held up his phone. She laughed as he scrolled through the pictures. "Oh my god. There's even some on my ears." She wiped a strand off one of her pink rabbit ears, then made a show of licking it as she looked in his eyes. "Did you like that, Uncle Bruce?"

"Amazing, Bunny."

She beamed, her face covered in his semen, proud of her accomplishment. Bruce could tell that it wasn't her being able to suck him off, or how quickly she brought him over the edge, but that she had the courage to do something... really lewd... really slutty.

"Bold Bunny's getting bolder," he said, helping her to her feet.

"Need to clean up," she said. "Be right back?"

"Please," he said as he gave her hand a squeeze.

She pressed back, and in that moment, they seemed to acknowledge the awkwardness of their situation. The conflict between desire and need, between caring and lust, even between Slutty Bunny and the real Bella. Here she was trying to navigate these new feelings, and Bruce was... basically learning to be a parent of sorts, as well as a lover. How to care for someone so young and so... inexperienced.

All this exchanged in merely a glance. In spite of her face being a lewd mess, Bella smiled shyly and headed upstairs.

Bruce:Here you go.And he sent a picture of a cum-covered Bella to Tara.

Tara:Holy shit, Bruce!Three heart-eyed emoji followed by three flame emoji.

Bruce:You've been giving her lessons?

Tara:She asked. Wanted to know the best way to get to you. I guess it worked. That's quite a load.

Bruce:It was quite a blowjob. Almost as good as yours.

Tara:You always say the sweetest things.Kiss emoji.Been talking to her all morning. She said she woke up with you feeling her up and grinding her ass. Why didn't you fuck her then?

Bruce:Wouldn't be right. Me taking her, instead of her asking.

Tara:She wanted it.

Bruce:Why didn't she ask then?

Tara:Said she didn't know why. Afraid to.

Bruce:Hard to explain in a text, but here it goes. She's got like a lot of different people up there. Shy Bunny, Bold Bunny, Playful Bunny, Online Bunny, Sexy Bunny, now Slutty Bunny.

Tara:You're welcome. We saw a lot of Shy Bunny. And a little of Playful.

Bruce:I'm seeing Bold Bunny more and more.

Tara:That's good, isn't it?

Bruce:Hard to tell sometimes. Need you here to help.

Tara:I know. Be home day after tomorrow. Flight's early. Can you take half a day?

Bruce:I will now.

Tara:Kiss emoji.Love you. See you soon.

Bruce:Love you.

Finishing this text conversation with his wife, Bruce realized he was still hanging out of his pants. Laughing at his distraction, he cleaned up with some tissues and tucked himself away. He went into the kitchen to start on some lunch, then came back to finish the animation while it cooked.

Bella came down for lunch dressed in the same cropped tank top, but this time wore pink leggings instead of the skirt. She also sported a different set of ears, this one looking more like a stuffed animal than playmate of the month.

"Other ones dirty?" Bruce asked.

"Somebody shot cum all over them," Bella said sitting at the counter to eat.

Bruce was glad she was still feeling playful and not regretting what she had done. Through all this, that has been his biggest fear, he realized. That she would look at herself, say 'what the fuck are you doing?', then pull away into Shy Bunny. While all the different bunnies were sometimes difficult to navigate, he liked them. He liked their variation and nuance of character. Most of all, he liked how he knew exactly what she needed based on what bunny was giving off the signals. He wished all people were this easy to read, sometimes. Would have saved a lot of failed relationships.

They chatted for a few minutes, Bella explaining some of her ideas for video shoots at the mall and becoming more and more animated as she did so. This was Online Bunny and a Bella that seemed much more relaxed and focused. He'd seen snippets when she talked about her business by the pool, but now she was in full producer mode. She listed several items they needed to pick up, where they could find them, what she was picturing with the shots, and barely stopped to breathe. This was a different bunny altogether. She was fun and talked his ear off, just as Tyler had described.

She went back upstairs to work on makeup, and he took the rest of his lunch to his office to get ready for his meeting. His mind kept going back to his friend's daughter just upstairs. The one who blew him so expertly. The one he just wanted to take care of. Her and all of her bunnies.

He realized it wasn't just the ears or the outfits that told him which bunny was at the helm, but it was her posture, the tone of laughter, the intensity of her voice, so many things that could let him know which bunny was out. And all these different bunnies were all Bella. Sweet and thoughtful, spirited and teasing, mischievous and erotic, sultry and feminine, even shy and vulnerable. All this packaged into a tiny young woman with a beautiful face and hot body.