by Cecilia Tan
Raking her hand through her hair, she looked into the camera and tried to focus. “Well, it’s in. Part of it’s inside and part of it curves up to touch my clit. It’s not the most comfortable while sitting in a chair but I could probably get used to it.”
“How is it if you’re walking around?” I asked.
“Let’s test it.”
She handed me another small digital camera on a strap. “Here, you wear it and follow me while I walk.”
“Wear it?”
“You can put the strap around your head so wherever you look, the camera will record.”
“All right.”
Madison slipped her shorts back on while I strapped the camera to my head. I felt like a bit of a dork wearing it, but hey, she had just given me permission to stare at her beautiful ass. “You want to walk back and forth in the living room?”
“How about we walk down the block and back?” She slipped her feet into flip-flops by the door.
“I think this video thing is bringing out your exhibitionist side.” I adjusted myself in my jeans before going out the door, wondering who was going to walk funnier, Maddie with her sex toy or me with a boner the size of Baja. I started the camera going as we went down the stairs to her driveway.
“Oh, hi, Maddie!” said a man in the front courtyard. He had a neatly groomed mustache and appeared to be bringing a tiny schnauzer in from a walk. I kept the camera focused on the dog, who happily came to sniff and lick my hand when I offered it. Probably tasted like Maddie’s vagina; if so, the pup approved of it.
“Jim! Didn’t realize you were home in the middle of the day.”
“It’s a Sunday, Maddie.”
“Oh, that’s right. I forgot.”
“That’s because you work too hard,” Jim said. “I get up in the middle of the night sometimes, you know, dear, and I can see the glow of your computer screen and hear the tap tap tap of your nails on the keyboard.”
“Um, yeah, work. In fact, we’re in the middle of filming a vlog right now,” Maddie explained. “Talk to you later, Jim?”
“Sure thing, dear. Don’t let me interrupt.”
I tried not to snicker as we walked away.
“What’s so funny?” she asked.
“Oh, just, you know. He’s taking his dog out for a walk, you’re taking your sex toy out for a walk…”
She huffed and mock slapped me on the arm. “Okay, I guess let me walk ahead of you so you can film it.”
“Sure thing, sweets.”
I let her saunter ahead, staying focused on her ass. Fine. Mm.
She turned around to walk backward, saying to the camera, “It’s interesting while walking. I can feel it but I think you’re supposed to. Even if it didn’t have the vibrating function, walking definitely provides a certain amount of stimulation.”
She turned around and kept walking, setting a quicker pace now. We went to the end of the block and then turned around.
As we were walking back, I pulled my phone out of my jeans. “Let’s see how easy it is to connect the devices now,” I said. The app blinked green when it was connected. I filmed the control panel that appeared on the phone screen, or at least I hoped I did, and then I thumbed one of the sliders from left to right.
She let out a sudden squeak and whipped around. “Chino!”
“What? You said you wanted me to control it.” I moved the slider further to the right. “How’s that?”
Madison made a Y of her legs like a girl having to pee. “Can you wait until we get back ins—”
I flipped it all the way and she threw her head back and began to sink to her knees on the sidewalk. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I said, dialing it back a little. “Come on, let’s walk.”
I took her by the arm, camera be damned, and walked her back to her place and up the stairs. I steered her to the couch.
“Okay, Maddie,” I said, sitting across from her. “Why don’t you tell the viewers what you’re feeling when I do this?”
I eased the slider toward the right again and she sucked in a breath. “That’s the clit vibe. It’s much more intense than I was expecting for a battery-powered toy.”
“And now?” I upped it again.
“The intensity goes up. If you’re not careful I’ll come from that in like two minutes.”
“Okay.” I lowered that slider and tried the next one. “And?”
“And, oh, God, the internal vibe just started. It’s right on my G-spot.”
“Huh, okay. So if this one does the clit”—I aimed the camera at the phone screen again while I manipulated the sliders—“and this one does the G-spot,”—I jumped it up momentarily and she squealed—“then what’s the third one do?”
I began sliding it upward very slowly. She groaned. “Ungh. It starts to pulsate. Both parts of the vibrations together.”
“Slowly?”
“Yeah.”
I gradually moved that slider and it felt like I was controlling her breathing. Her breaths came faster and faster as I pushed it, then slowed if I reversed it. Ultimate control. My cock throbbed with no stimulation at all, other than the knowledge I had such command of her body.
I began to play the three sliders—and Madison—like a high-tech musical instrument, changing the combinations of sensation and listening to her moan, groan, gasp, and sigh.
“I’m so close now,” she said breathily. “So close.”
“Well, let’s show the people what it does,” I said, pushing all three controls to their max and making Madison scream. Her hips jerked, her head flew back and forth, and she kept her hands on the back of the couch as she rode out her climax. “I’d say it works just fine,” I said, lowering the power again and coming closer, straddling her legs so I could zoom in on her face, which was now rosy and ecstatic-looking.
I turned the camera off and set it on the coffee table, with my phone still in my other hand. “I like this toy.”
“You can buy one—”
“No no, sweets. Not that toy. You. You’re my toy.”
Her eyes looked huge as she opened them, trying to read the emotion on my face. I had put on the stone cold, faux-cruel expression. “You’re my toy and I’m going to play with you, doll,” I said, thumbing the control again.
“Oh, God,” she whispered, every muscle tense. Seeing her like that, feeling the tension pouring off her in waves was making me hot as hell.
So was playing with her. It felt diabolical that I could make her come so easily, with just the flick of a finger. It made me feel like a god. How could anyone not be turned on by that? I dialed up the internal vibe all the way and then pulsed the clit slider by hand, flicking it up and down and making her hips pump in time.
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck!” She reached for her crotch but quickly put her hands on the back of the couch again when I gave her a sharp glare. Wow. She was so deep under my command that I didn’t even have to say anything. I only had to think it, to glance at her, and she not only knew right away what I meant, she obeyed.
Hot as fuck.
I pegged the controls again and she convulsed back against the couch, her eyes squeezed shut and her jaw clenched. She breathed in and out through her teeth until she peaked, letting loose a full-on cry from her throat.
Her voice was a little rough when she spoke next, as I dialed the power back down. “I…I…I need a break.”
“Are you sure? I’m pretty sure you can take a lot more than this thing can dish out,” I said, waving the phone across her vision.
“I g-guess so,” she said, biting her lip.
“Come on, Maddie. You can’t be in that much of a hurry to edit the video.”
I saw her eyes flick toward the computer, though, and I realized that was exactly what she was thinking, that we should wrap this up so she could get to it.
Ha. Oh, no, sweets. “I’m not done playing with my toy yet.” My voice was low. I began sliding the controls up and down randomly, sending pulses of pleasure and sensation through her in unpredicta
ble patterns. When her cheeks were starting to look flushed again, I turned the camera back on.
“Tell the people what you’re feeling,” I said as I began moving the controls again.
“Nngh.” She whipped her hair forward as she tightened her abs and thighs, curling around the humming device in her shorts. “That’s the clit vibe again, so intense. It’s like being stung by the pleasure bees.”
“The pleasure bees?” I repeated with a little laugh.
“Yeah. You’d know what I meant if you tried this yourself.”
“Alas, I haven’t got the right plumbing,” I said, switching the controls again. “How about now?”
“Mmm. That’s the G-spot vibe inside. It’s like…” She closed her eyes and pressed her hands against her stomach. “Like…”
“Pleasure gophers? Pleasure piranhas?”
“No!” She started to laugh, though, at the same time she started to come, her laughs continuing loud and long as the orgasm swept through her. “Oh my God, Chino! Ah ha ha!”
I switched the camera off and pulled her up into a kiss, molding one hand around her ass as I ground my rock-hard erection against her and the toy. “Wow. That does feel like pleasure bees.”
“Told you,” she whispered breathily.
“You know what I want next?”
“Me?” She gripped my collarbones hopefully with her fingertips, as if she might be able to climb onto my dick.
“You,” I said. “You seem really eager to fuck.”
“That’s because I am.” Her eyes were wide and gorgeous and I seriously wondered what was wrong with me that I wasn’t just going to plow into her like any red-blooded male should. A chuckle escaped my mouth and I felt another heady rush as I knew I was going to deny her again. “I love giving you pleasure,” I said, upping the vibrations again. “But your hole’s stuffed right now. I’m going to use the other one.”
A moment of surprise shone in her eyes and then she said, “All right.”
“All right? What kind of answer is that?” My twisted side came all the way to the fore and I gave it free rein. “Say ‘yes, sir.’”
Her mouth fell open—in surprise, not protest—hanging there for a moment before the soft syllables slipped free: “Yes, sir.”
I gave her cheek a light slap. “That’s for being surprised. The sooner you get used to reality, the better.”
Her eyebrow went up. “Reality?”
I ground against her again and the added pressure on the still-vibrating toy made her moan. “That I’m in charge.”
This time the “yes, sir” came out quick and easy, and that made my blood surge even more, not only because I wanted to stick my cock in someone—hell, that’s me 24-7—but because I felt the way she was softening, opening, blossoming into the surrender she had been holding back from ever since the party. That’s my girl.
“This’ll be the third time you’ve more or less asked me to fuck you and I’ll have said no,” I commented as I pushed her back a half step, my hands on her hips telling her to freeze where she was. I pulled her shorts down to the middle of her thighs, exposing the toy strapped to her. I admired the view, then rucked up her shirt so that her tits were staring at me, too, curvaceous and soft. Her body was always sexy as hell but somehow her clothes exposing her that way was far hotter than when she was just plain naked. “I’d say that’s a pattern, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, sounding a bit plaintive.
I laughed my evil laugh. “Your ass will satisfy me for now.”
The lube was still on the coffee table with the other stuff. I circled around behind her to pick up the little bottle and then leaned her forward until she was bent over. With her feet a foot apart she was so limber she could put her palms flat on the floor—a beautiful pose but not practical for fucking purposes.
“Hands on the back of the couch. How many times have you come so far?” I asked, marveling at the desire slicking her folds where the toy disappeared into her.
“Um, five? I think?”
I gave her a slap on that beautiful, round ass. “Answer properly when you’re about to get fucked.”
“Y-yes, sir. Four or five, sir. I’ve lost count.”
“Better.” I used my fingers to spread her natural juices around, not to get her ready but just to feel her, smell her. “I take it you’ve been fucked in the ass before.”
“Yes, sir. Um.”
“Um?” I warned.
She mumbled the next thing, as if embarrassed to be saying it. Embarrassed? Brazen, bold Maddie?
I gave her another sharp downward slap on the ass. “Speak properly when you address me. Repeat that. Clearly.”
She took a breath before answering. “Never by someone as big as you. Sir.”
I took that as my cue to drop trou and stroke myself a little. I love the feeling of a hard-on, especially when it’s about to get taken care of. “I’m not particularly big.”
“For a porn star, no. For a human being, yes.” She turned her head to look over her shoulder at me. “Sir.”
“Are you telling me to take it easy on you, sweets?” I ran the head of my cock up and down her silky thigh with my hand. “Because I’m not good at getting hints.”
She swallowed. “No, sir.”
“If you want me to take it easy on you, it’s on you to say so, you hear me, girl?” I uncapped the lube and drizzled some on her rosy hole, massaging it gently. “It’s on me to decide whether to go easy or not, but it’s on you to tell me what you’re feeling. All right?”
“All right, sir.” She braced herself with her hands against the couch, letting her head hang as I worked the tip of my index finger into the tiny opening.
Lube, work, lube, work. Eventually I got in past the first knuckle but it took time. “I’d tell you to relax but I kinda like that you’re so tight. I’m going to work this ass until I’m balls deep, sweets. Even if it takes all day.” I gave an evil laugh as that little speech only made her clench even more before she started really trying to let go.
Once I had worked up to drilling her with that finger, twisting it as I pushed it in and pulled it out, she started to moan. The vibrator was still on low and I could feel it in my whole hand. She moaned again as I slid my finger in more quickly this time. Oh, yes, sweets, you make me feel like no one else.
“I’m going to work in a second finger now,” I told her.
“Yes, sir,” came the answer.
“Mm, yes, that’s my toy.” When her voice sounded like that, like her answer came from deep inside her, so sweet and hungry, so at peace with her role, the twisted devil inside me wanted to wrap her up and never let her go. “Give yourself to me. That’s my girl.”
I hadn’t meant it literally, but she pushed back, driving herself onto the wedge of my two fingers. Awesome and gorgeous. I dripped lube onto the trough of my fingers and fucked her slowly with them, delivering as much of the fragrant, slippery goop into her as possible.
I was trying to get a third finger into the mix when she raised her voice again, hesitantly this time. “Sir?”
“Yes, sweets.”
“I…You don’t have to do that much. I mean…I’m ready for you.” Her head was hanging down but I could hear the words quite clearly.
“Are you sure, Maddie? Because you’re still tight as hell.”
“I know. I—” She hurriedly murmured the next bit and this time I didn’t hesitate, I gave her seven, eight, nine, ten hard spanks on her buttocks, making her cry out and yelp in pain and surprise.
“I warned you about that,” I said. “Now say it again.”
Again she took a breath, two, before she spoke, but the words came slow and clear: “I like it to hurt a little. I like the ache.”
“Ohhhhh, very nice, sweets. Now that’s a truly lovely thing to hear. Why’d you try to hide it from me?” I caressed the reddened flesh of her butt cheeks, soothing her. “You like the ache, huh. That means you like it slow, but deep.”
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p; She nodded.
“Your reward for telling me is you’ll get it exactly the way you like it. Let’s move. Either all the way over the back of the couch or to your bedroom, if you’ve got a bed a good height for this.”
“My bed’s a good height for this.”
“Come on, then. Let’s go.”
She stood up straight and started to pull her shorts up.
“Uh uh, sweets. Leave it all hanging out for me. Take baby steps if you have to. I’m in no hurry.” In fact I hung back and watched as she made her way across the great room. She turned and looked back at me when she reached the hallway.
I made sure I had my phone and the lube and prepared myself for heaven on earth.
Chapter Six
MADISON
Chino’s voice was soothing and winding me up at the same time. “Just relax,” he was saying, and I was trying to do just that, facedown on my bed, telling every muscle in my body to let go, but I couldn’t really when his red-hot cock was poking me in the thigh like a brand and I knew the next place it was going to poke was my ass.
The last time I’d been ass-fucked was by a really sweet guy I’d tried to date named Jerry. He had all kinds of sex fantasies he was continually surprised I was willing to try out—butt sex being one of the main ones—but he’d been so timid and worried about his own kinks that sometimes I had to remind him it was his idea. I’d dominated him a couple of times, but his unenthusiastic obedience had made it not that much fun for me—and on the other hand when he was in charge it was like he didn’t know what to do or say.
Chino was certainly not having that problem. “Reach back and spread ’em,” he said. “Just because it’s hot.”
Yes, it was. Nngh, whenever he said something like that the fires in me burned like crazy. I wondered what my ass looked like when I was ready to be fucked. The skin was so slippery it was hard for me to hold on. He slid his cock up and down in the valley between my butt cheeks and then put his fingers into me again.