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There was a knock at the door.
It was a bit strange since I hadn’t ordered anything and nor could it be my roommate since she had her own key. “Must be the neighbors”, I thought before I went to unlock it.
It was a guy in uniform, a delivery guy. “Hey, I think you’re at the wrong address. I don’t have any deliveries.” I said politely before pushing to close the door.
“Are you Miss Sophie Stevens?” the delivery guy asked.
“Umm. Yes.”
“Well then this delivery is for you indeed.”
I was confused. Did Becca, my friend, placed the order under my name? She wasn’t even here to ask about.
“Here, sign this please.”
I take the clipboard and see an international location in the sender’s address, heightening my doubts further.
“Yes, thank you. Have a good day Miss” and he was off, leaving a rectangular box in my hand. It was big, but not very and wrapped up in a pretty pink paper. I closed the door and went to the couch. I had just taken a seat when Marc’s call lights up the screen.
“Hey Sophie”
Swear to God, even his greetings sounded erotic to me. It’s been 3 months since that night when Marc first seduced me and we stepped into a new territory. 3 blissful months in which Marc had shown me what pleasure can be when shared with somebody. Up until that point, my pleasure was mostly limited to reading romance and seldom on actual experience.
“Hey handsome”
“Did you get the delivery?”
“What! It was from you?”
“Uh, well, of course! How many people do you know in America?” he chuckled.
“Point. What did you get me?”
“Open and see for yourself.”
I put aside the phone on speaker mode and quickly peeled off the wrapping paper. Taking the lid off the box, and pulling the items from inside I gasped in surprise. Marc must’ve heard it since he asked, “Do you like it?”
I had no words. Set in the box was a pink, satin baby-doll style lingerie, with black lace accentuating the outline of the breasts. A criss-crossed ribbon running underneath the breasts gave way for a sheer, translucent fabric to flare out towards the bottom, coming to rest just below my hips. A matching panty was included with similar lace trimming. Under this was a smaller box which told me from the description that it was a vibrator.
He sent me a fucking vibrator! I was equally shocked and surprised. I’d never thought I’d be holding one, let alone seeing one in my life. It was long, hot pink coloured and S-shaped.
“Oh my God Marc!”
“I take it that you like it?” and I could hear the anxiousness in his voice.
“Marc, I love it! It’s so pretty! It’s just that I’d never had anything like this so I was in a momentary shock” I chuckle at the end.
“Truthfully, I’m glad to be the first to give you this.”
“Me too, baby.”
“You know how that vibrator works?” he asked me.
“Duh, you kinda switch it on and put it inside yourself, right?”
“Almost. This one here is actually connected to an app on my phone. So… I can control it.”
Oh fuck. The thought of him ‘controlling’ my pleasure got me hot. I was squirming on the couch, and could feel myself getting wet. His words ignited the flame inside me, made it roar to life, a flame that burned my body inside out with white hot desire. I even felt a little teary, if I’m being honest.
“Marc, when?” I couldn’t resist.
“Whenever you say.”
“Now.”
“Fuck, I want to see you in that baby-doll suit.”
I put the phone aside and stripped completely, taking everything to my bedroom. I quickly put on the garment. It fit perfectly and I felt so sexy wearing it. The ribbons perfectly encased my breasts and my nipples were partially visible through the lace. And my body, I gulp. My body felt the softest fabric swishing around it. It sparkled at certain angles and accentuated my curves. I gave a tiny twirl and then took the phone to click a seductively posed selfie, with my lips pouted and breasts pushed out, hand over the top of my naked thigh.
“Fuck Sophie, you won’t believe how hard you’ve made me with that.” I giggle and tell him to prove it.
“You’re getting greedy, aren’t you babygirl? It’s too bad that you’d have to wait for istanbul escort it. I have things planned for you.”
“And what might those be?”
“I want to see you as you get off.” Marc said, in the deep and husky voice. His ‘sex’ voice. “Go get your laptop, power it up and set it up near your bed. I’ll give you a video call ping.”
Was I really going to indulge in video call sex? Was I up for baring myself, so scantily and provocatively dressed to him? I had to summon my inner strength and confidence because at that moment, I couldn’t think of anything other than pleasing this sweet and considerate man who had given me so much joy these past few months. Not only sexually but also by being there for me when I wanted to rant, to confide, just like old times.
All my hesitation went out of the window as soon as I sat on the bed and booted up my laptop. I logged into my account and just a few seconds later an incoming call from Marc came. I smiled as the screen filled with his handsome smiling face. He looked just as he did all those years earlier, but now the features had turned from a boyish charm to a manly charm. Marc looked all rugged and devilish. Tiny crinkles appeared outside his eyes as he smiled, making me squirm and gooey.
“Sophie, damn, you look hot!”
I giggle and stand, turning the laptop with me. Giving a twirl I bow in courtesy, chuckling. But all my chuckles vanish when I see the look on his face. Marc was looking at me intently, eyes roaming over my body, taking in the sexy piece, how it curved over me.
“Wow, I’ve not seen anyone prettier than you darling and there’s so much I want to do to you. So fucking much .” Marc said.
“Like what Marc? I want to know what you want to do to me.”
“Lay back, and keep that vibrator close to you.” Marc ordered me in the commanding voice which makes my insides tighten. And I do as he said. Sitting back, now Marc could see my full body on the screen.
“Just like that baby-girl. Now play with yourself.”
I paused. “But Marc, don’t we do it together?”
“I wanna see you first Sophie. I wanna see your hands as you touch and tease yourself. Will you show me?”
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Marc couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He couldn’t believe how beautiful that little girl turned out. He felt some pang of guilt as he had known her when she was just a child… But now she was in her full glory, showing him that young body which had kept him captivated all these days.
He had had his fair share of women. Living in New York had made that easy. During the early years he’d go to different bars and clubs in town, hitting on skimpily clad women, girls, almost whoever gave him the eye. Taking them home and losing himself in them was easy, uncomplicated. He’d never gotten too involved with many women. And with whom he had, it hadn’t worked out well. But dear God, what he was feeling now, the exhiliraitng rush of passion as Sophie started playing with her young body was nothing he had felt before.
She leaned forward towards the laptop, her breasts in her hands, so that it was the only thing he could see on his screen. Sophie kneaded them softly, feeling their weight lightly in her palms, making mine itch to do that. Her thumb softly caressed the hard nipples, eliciting a moan from her sweet mouth.
“Soph, pinch them.” He ordered.
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My nipples, I swear they hardened listening to his authoritative voice. My hands moved automatically, pinching the tight buds. A short zap of electricity shot down my spine towards my pussy, flooding it with sensation. “Ahhh..” I groaned, throwing my head back. I kept on switching between rubbing and pinching them, my hair falling forward.
“Lay back and spread your legs” I heard Marc say and immediately fell back on the bed. Slowly pulling my knees up I widened them, giving him a show. I trace my hands up my legs, caressing my inner thighs. I bring my hands close to the apex of my thighs but not quite close to my desperately aching pussy.
“Damn, Sophie, don’t torture me and yourself anymore. Touch yourself now.”
My hands moved to my (now very wet) slit. Running a finger up and down, taking the wetness to my clitoris. Ah, was it hard! my hips jerked every time my finger touched there. I was moaning in a few minutes, my breathing was ragged. I slid my finger istanbul escort bayan further down, then rubbing it back up.
“Stop. It’s my turning playing with you now. Go get the vibrator and turn it on.”
It was honestly very hard to take my hands away. Nevertheless, I reached my bedside to grab the vibrator and turned it on. The vibrator was long, pink, with a slight S-like shape. I gulped when it started emitting a low buzzing noise.
“Marc, this thing is long. I’m kinda afraid of putting it in me.”
“Sweetie, I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to, you know that right? It’s not like I could even if I wanted to. Right now, I can’t be there with you. But even if I was, you’re just too precious for me to hurt you. Trust me to take care of you, baby. That toy is absolutely safe. You just slowly need to push it in you, and your body will do the rest.”
I was apprehensive but I trusted Marc. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt me, he had never. I bring the vibrator to my opening and slowly start pushing it in. It is not an easy task, especially for a virgin like me. I inhale sharply as a centimeter or two is inside me. The pain was not much at this point, until I pushed in further. “AH!” I loudly gasped.
“Are you ok Soph?” I could hear the concern in his voice.
“Yes…. I’m good. It was just an unexpected new sensation.” I smile at him, the vibrator inside me buzzing its buzz. I bite my bottom lip while inserting the device more, the pain of insertion being soothed by the minute vibrations.
“God, I want to bite that lip.”
And my eyes rolled back in my head at his remark. I wanted that too. So badly. Mulling over the fact about how it would feel like having my lips bitten by him, I suddenly come to see that the vibrator is nestled in my pussy.
“I feel filled up.” I remark, looking over at the screen and seeing Marc’s eyes glued at my centre. My body could feel his gaze, and convulsed involuntarily in response around the vibrator. All of a sudden I started sensing different sensations from the thing. It felt as if it was moving inside me, especially at my innermost, as if the device was bumping against my flesh. “Aaagghhh fuck! Marc, what’s happening?”
I see him smirk before he replies, “I told you I’m in control of this thing baby. I will do with this, what I myself want to do to you. A compromise of sorts for now. I will control how this thing moves in you, the different ways it can move in you.”
God, was I turned on by his words! In the time we’ve been together, the passion between us, even if just virtually, had grown tremendously. But now I was feeling a whole different level of passion. the movement of the vibrator changed in me, a new pattern.
“Take it out and slowly thrust it back in.” And I did. My pussy was literally trying to hold it in. The long pink thing glistened with my arousal as I took it out. I loudly gasped as it disappeared in my wet folds again. And again. And again. Marc instructed me to repeat it until he said otherwise. I was withering on my bed, squirming. My hips moved up against the vibrator as I thrust it back in. I was this close to falling apart when I heard him.
“Stop.”
“Marc please! Let me!” I cried.
“No. I want you to come with me. And you don’t get to come alone after you’ve made me so fucking aroused.”
In my heady haze I hadn’t realized that Marc had taken off his clothes. There he sat, in his sexy nakedness on the screen. I felt tiny sparks burst in me. Marc was a sexy man. Not muscular like the body builder type. He had the body of a man who took care of himself and his fitness, but not completely like a gym-freak.
“God, you look delicious.” And I heard him chuckle at my remark.
“I should be the one saying that.” Marc said with a wink. “Now I want you to take off your sexy outfit and get naked. However much I loved this show, I want to see that goddamn beautiful body and virtually feast on it.”
His compliments always made me blush. I pushed up and sat on the bed kneeling. He was only limited to the view of my body and not my face. I started loosening the ribbons first, unfastening the bow I had tied at the top and then pulling each cross loose. I crossed my hands in front of me and grabbing the hem of the lingerie, pulled it over my head. I escort istanbul smirked when I heard Marc growl deeply. For better effect, I shaked my hair loose, flipping them so they fell over my breasts and back.
“Sit your ass down girl.” Marc chided me good-heartedly.
“Yes sir!” I giggled and sat.
“Damn.” I heard him whisper softly. “Do you want to see how your little show made me feel?”
“Mhm… show me, please.”
“How could I deny such a sweet request?” and Marc pushed slightly backwards and in his hand was his impressive erection. My lips parted and I licked my bottom lip. It looked delicious, curved a bit, with its protruding head. He was thick. Thicker than the vibrator.
“I love it.” And I meant that.
“Take back your position again and rub the length of the vibrator on your slit. Imagine as if it is my cock.”
And I did. I imagined it was him rubbing his cock over my folds. That it was his cock being soaked and covered by my arousal. We were both breathing hard by the time he asked me to push it in.
“Play with the vibrator as you want. Show me how you like to get off Sophie. Let me see how you want my cock to move inside you.”
As if the movement of the vibrator wasn’t enough, his words heightened my arousal. I could see him jerking himself in long, hard strokes. I plunged the vibrator in and out, in and out, mimicking his hands. Slowly building up the pleasure. The sound of our combined moans was filled in the room. I silently thanked God that Becca was a partygirl. I wouldn’t want her stumbling over me in this state. But at this moment, nothing else mattered. She could’ve barged in with a troop and I wouldn’t have given a fuck.
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Marc felt an animalistic need tug at his lions. He was discovering something new everyday with Sophie. Her sweet innocence made this sexy show a whole lot of intense. Her minute hesitation at first endeared her to him. Her boost of confidence in the next moment allured him. The way she sexily put up a show for him. Dear God. He couldn’t stop drooling at her body, her swift and shy movements.
Marc jerked harder, tightening the hold on his cock. Rubbing his balls with the other hand, he threw his head back in a sudden burst of pleasure. He could see Sophie was in the same state. Her eyes were close, her body moving with the vibrator.
“Look at me now Sophie.” He saw Sophie focus her eyes on his. Even with so many miles between them, Marc felt her close to him. Like she was seeing his eyes, but not through a computer screen. Like she could see the depth of the feelings he was just starting to feel and realize.
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My body was now on the cliff of pleasure. It was wrung tight with need. When I looked into Marc’s eyes, I saw adoration and something deeper in his gaze. I was trying to place it when he interrupted my thoughts.
“Baby, I’m close. I want you coming with me.”
And I was too. My hands feverishly worked the vibrator in me. Wet, sloppy sounds filled my ears. My arousal was dripping down, pooling under my ass, wetting the bed. I could see Marc feverishly stroking himself. He brought his hand up and licked his palm, lubricating it with his saliva to help him stroke faster. He thumbed his tips and I could see the trail of pre-come his cock released.
He was not letting up his movements and neither was I. His lips parted, and the low groans escaping his mouth were the last straw holding me back.
“I’m coming Marc!” I screamed loudly one last time before I fell apart into a million pieces. My body arched and it felt as if electric bolts travelled from my nerves, finally clashing in my core. In my body wrecking climax I heard Marc loudly shouting his release, just after me. My pussy convulsed strongly by that, trying to pull the vibrator deeper into it. Marc’s cock was erupting, shooting white bursts of his orgasm across his abdomen. He looked sexier than ever, with his face flushed and features hard.
It took us a few minutes to calm down from the hedonistic haze.
“That was awesome! It was the best BEST orgasm of my life!” I yelled at him and he laughed. “Thank you so much Marc, really. It wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for you.” I told him sincerely.
“No, you made it possible. You give me such ideas to play with you, to try to find different ways to be intimate with you. But do you know what would be awesome-er?”
“What?” I asked.
He smiled and answered, “Us. Together in one room.”
I blushed furiously.
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Special thanks to Pineapple_Pizza who pickily read the draft and pointed out my mistakes!