Rex

There is something very special about watching a woman blossom after being introduced to one of the most exhilarating forms of heaven on earth. The curiosity has been unleashed within Felicia, and at this point, I’m happy to keep pressing to help her find her limits. Having had sex twice already, I can’t believe that I’m up for more, but she is so sexy in my robe. She seems to be most interested in the plethora of toys that various vendors have been sending me over the past five months. After sorting out the no chance in hell ones and the maybe later ones, we are left with a few that we’re both eager to try.

“We can try a few of those anal ones,” she says with a coy smile. “But I’ll be using them on you.”

“Maybe once we get to know each other better.” I shake my head and smile. “It’s not something I’m totally comfortable with in spite of being a little curious. I’ve read that the prostate massage is pretty amazing.”

“But it’s outside your comfort zone?” she asks, arching an eyebrow.

“I think we should play around with the Magic Wand first, that’s all,” I counter, knowing full well the irony of my feelings. “You can use it on me, but you’ll have to be gentle. The boys are a little sensitive to those things.”

“Oh, I’ll be gentle,” she mutters under her breath, plugging it into the wall. “Holy crap, this thing is wild,” she squeals, accidentally turning it on high.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I don’t want.” I chuckle, pulling it from her hand. “If you let me use this on you first, I’ll let you use the hummingbird attachment on me.”

“Hummingbird, huh? That doesn’t sound very masculine.” She nudges me, and I can see her wheels turning. “I still think we should try out Hugo instead,” she says, holding up a prostrate massager that has a USB remote. “It says that you can even wear it while having sex. I’ll bet that would be pretty wild.” Mischief dances in her eyes as she turns it in her hand, probably trying to figure out how to use it. “We’re definitely going to try this one.”

“We will, just not tonight,” I assure her, redirecting her to the magic wand. “See, here’s the hummingbird attachment. It’ll stimulate me and you’ll still have access to the top half of my cock.”

“Okay, we’ll start with that, but if it isn’t fun—”

“Believe me, it’ll be fun,” I reply, cutting off her sentence. I’ll have to be in an adventurous mood the day we try that other thing. I pull the tie of her robe, and it falls away from her. I guide her onto her back and begin by kissing her luscious lips. My hand travels down her midsection and I begin to massage her, slowly traveling up and down her slick heat. I begin to focus on her clit, wanting to warm it up prior to using the massager as it will be pretty intense.

“Mm, that feels good,” she moans against my lips. “I love the way you do this.” I continue working it in small circles until it has doubled in size.

“I’ll start out on low, so let me know if you need more,” I whisper, knowing she probably won’t need more. The vibrator snaps to life, not something you want to use if you have kids in the house.

“Oh, my God,” she squeals as I touch it against her nub. “Not so much,” she adds, already squirming. “That thing is crazy intense!”

“Sorry, I’ll go slower.” I pull back and move it along her slit before proceeding in a much more gradual manner. In under a minute, she seems to be enjoying it, so I continue with subtle movements for several minutes before increasing the pressure, producing an immediate squeal of delight. “Oh, fuck, that’s intense!” She looks at me with wide eyes, her breathing becoming uneven.

“Just relax and go with it.” I coax her to lie back again.

“Yeah, we’ll see if you can relax when I get ahold of it,” she blurts out, narrowing her eyes. “Now, go slower.” Even though it might be a bit too intense, she seems to be enticed by it since she doesn’t want me to stop.

I turn it in my hand, thinking that using the top of it might be a little less intense. It does the trick, and she begins to moan softly as I move it along her slit, pausing briefly on her clit at the top of each stroke. “Tell me if you want me to do anything different,” I tell her as her legs begin to tremble.

“Just stay right there,” she instructs the next time I pass over her clit. “Oh yeah, right there.” I turn it back to the side, causing an instant reaction. “Oh, fuck, that’s awesome,” she cries. I can’t help smiling when she uses that word. It doesn’t seem right for some reason. I continue to move it just slightly, remaining focused on her sensitive nub. She suddenly grabs my hand and pushes it back just slightly as she goes through an intense wave of orgasm that leaves a silly looking smile on her face.

“So that was okay?” I ask, clicking the power off and setting it down on the bed.

“Yeah, that wasn’t bad.” She giggles, using the lapel of the robe to cover her overstimulated pussy. “We should probably go home or I’m going to be sore tomorrow.” A broad smile forms on her lips as we both know she’s speaking the truth.

“We can clean up and go home now if you want.” I glance at the clock and it’s not even eight. “Then you can have fresh clothes for work.” After two intense orgasms earlier, I know the boys don’t have much left to offer, so going home now is probably a good idea.

“I’m not letting you off the hook.” Her smile dims as she sits up, looking for the massager. “Where is that attachment you were talking about?” The expression on her face combined with the just fucked hairstyle almost makes me laugh, but I hold back since I will now be at her mercy. I reach over to the nightstand and grab it for her.

“You’ll have to put some of this lube on it or there’s no way it’ll fit,” I add, handing her a small bottle of something that came with it. Then I roll onto my back, revealing another rock hard toy for her to play with.

“I’ll just have to make it fit,” she says with an evil grin. She pours a generous about of lube directly onto my cock and also squirts a little inside the silicone sleeve after attaching it to the Magic Wand. She slides it over the tip of my cock before clicking the vibrator on high.

“Jesus!” I jump as the thing springs to life with with an unbearable intensity. “I expect you to be as gentle as I was with you.” I give her a scornful look.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to turn it on high.” She fumbles with the button to turn it to the lower setting. “Is this better?” she asks, slipping it back over the tip.

“Oh, yeah,” I gasp as the sensation immediately radiates through me. “Wow, that’s really good,” I affirm as she begins to slowly move it up and down the length of my shaft. “I think you should massage my head with your other hand,” I suggest since the sleeve is only a few inches long. A whole new level of intensity rips through me as she immediately complies. “That is fucking incredible,” I tell her, knowing that it isn’t going to take long for her to bring me to fruition.

“I’m going to try something.” She pushes the sleeve all the way down to the base of my cock and goes back to the high position while stroking me with her other hand.

“My God, that’s fucking unreal,” I groan as the combined pleasures completely overwhelm my senses. This is over the top, even for me. I’ve never had an experience where I was fighting not to lose it right from the start. Getting myself to relax, I want the feeling to last as long as possible, but it only seems to intensify the sensations. I focus on my breathing and try to distract my thoughts in spite of the tremendous pressure building within me. “Oh, God . . .” The words linger on my lips as I feel myself going over the inescapable edge.

“Just relax,” she says with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. I open my eyes and she has the cutest look of anticipation on her face. Seeing her makes me lose it almost immediately. “Wow, that’s incredible,” she declares as I feel it landing on my neck and chest.

“Shut it off!” I reach down to stop the insanity as things instantly become incredibly sensitive. “Holy shit, that’s intense!” I collapse back onto the bed, needing to catch my breath. I’m completely floored that anyone would ever accuse her of being boring. She is anything but boring. “You just blew my mind, baby,” I tell her after cleaning up. “Now I’m ready to head back to the city. But I think we’ll have to bring a couple of these with us.”

“Whatever you want,” she whispers, bending down to give me a sensual kiss. “You definitely know how to bring out the naughty in me. I’m going to bring along the one that you’re afraid of,” she says with a wink, grabbing the prostate massager.

I’ve unleashed a beast. I can’t help smiling as she packs several toys into a cloth shopping bag. By the time I recover and get dressed, she has cleaned up our mess from dinner and is ready to go. “The dishwasher is set to run and we should probably take out the trash on our way out.”

“Thank you.” I know it’s a small thing, but it’s nice that she did that instead of acting like a guest.

We’re both quiet on the ride home, a result of being fucked into contentment. Our hair is blowing in the wind since it’s a warm night, and the revving of the engine is enough to keep both of us entertained during the drive. “Why don’t you stay at my place?” I ask her as we approach the city limits. “We can swing by your place in the morning and get some clothes.”

“Actually, let’s stop at my place tonight. That way, I’ll have time to do my hair and makeup without you waiting for me. Remember, my car is still at the office.”

“That’s a better idea,” I admit, completely forgetting that she wouldn’t have a car. Just one more reason guys have it easy. As long as I have a toothbrush, a little gel, and a hairbrush, I’m good to go. Even the hairbrush is optional.