"Sit!" He pointed to the two seaters.
"Okay." I muttered. I awkwardly walked to the chair and sank into it slowly as I watched Sylvester stare at the toys trying to decide on what to pick.
"Can I test the bullet first?" It's clear I was obsessed with it.
"It's not what you need now."
I snorted at his reply. What does he know of my struggles?
"I just want to know how it feels." I pressed.
He rolled his eyes at me again but picked it up, making my eyes light up. I was so restless as I waited for him to come over to the chair and hand it over. I may not have used any of these things before but I know exactly how to use them.
Sylvester came to my side of the bed and sat down by the edge, facing me with the toy in his hand. I stretched my hand out to collect it but he quickly snatched his hands away just as I was about to reach him.
"Spread out. I will do it."
"Okay!"
I suddenly became breathless. As usual, I was wearing a dress-shirt no longer than above my knees, therefore all I really had to do was spread out. The dress already jumped up my thighs when I took the seat. I shifted deeper into the cushion and drew my peachy but pale thighs apart.
I was already wet down there. I was wet before I got to this place. With no pants on or anything that could soak up the juice, some had found their way to my thighs, spread out and dried up only to be layered with new spills.
As I opened up, Sylvester grabbed my legs and pulled them up. He then placed my feet on the chair and knelt right in front of me. He slowly lowered his head down and burrowed into my thighs, sniffing me like a dog in heat. And it's so dang sexy and rousing. This is something he does that Riley never does. Sylvester sniffs my armpits, sniffs in between my thighs and even used to wear my perfume but stopped because it is beyond his pay grade. He is obsessed with me and promised that he would come snatch me from Riley once he gets his medical license. I hate that he tries to jinx my relationship with Riley but at the same time it's kind of cute to see a man want you this much and swearing to fight for you.
That was until my 18th birthday when Mum announced that Riley and I are now official. Sylvester was devastated. Now he is claiming that he is no longer fallen for me and for whatever reason, I don't like the sound of it.
As I watched him sniff me, I felt his tongue skid across my opening. A warm sensation ran through me and I moaned as I jerked up my waist to get closer to his mouth but he took it away and inserted his hands into my Vijay and started scissoring me.
As he was doing that, I could hear the wet pittypat sounds my Vijay was making. That was how wet it was already. I kept arching my waist up, all caught up in the euphoria as Slyvester expertly edged me towards my first release. As I was about to go over, he withdrew his hand and I felt something hard but smooth slide into me. It was as if my inside was suddenly attacked as I instantly felt the unfamiliar vibration.
It's one thing to watch and imagine how something is. Actually experiencing it is another ballgame.
I have dreamt of vibrators inside me for so long but what I felt the moment Sylvester hooked it to the inner cleft of my Vijay was completely different. And before I could even appreciate and analyze it, my body started shaking uncontrollably as I reached an unplanned orgasm. Instead of finishing off with his tongue as he usually does, Sylvester took me out using the vibrator and the experience was unique and unexplainable. I felt too many things all at the same time. I usually control my orgasm so we could finish in time but this time, the orgasm controlled me. It just happened at the very moment I thought I was going to plummet and a retort was already at the tip of my tongue for Sylvester for daring to remove his fingers. It was so intense that I couldn't really enjoy it but the aftermath was so calming that I didn't regret how sudden it was.
And the good news is that I never for once remembered Uncle Ron's face. But then, Riley's face did not come up either.
This train of thought was cut off when I felt Sylvester push something into my hands. I looked down at it and it was the vibrator. It was no thicker than a stick of lipstick and you wouldn't know how strong it really is until you are holding it because it just purrs in a whispery way. But the intensity of its vibration is very strong. I stared at it in awe. It was just unbelievable and fantastic that I had such a life saver in my hands.
I heard Sylvester snicker at me.
"It's just a $68 toy Cat. It's not a big deal." He chuckled.
I must be over reacting again. I tend to do that when I see something exciting. Can't help it.
"Just hold it like this…" he picked my hand, adjusted the way I was holding the toy and placed the tip over my vulva. The force of the vibration made me jump again as a tingling sensation ran through my body.
"Stay still." He muttered as he started rubbing the tip over the place I usually rub when stimulating my clit. Stay still like how? I felt like a humid heat broke out of my Vijay and was spreading upward, taking over my entire body and he wanted me to stay still? I closed my eyes as I swung my head backwards and stifled a moan.
"... Just keep rubbing it like this… and you can also take it round the whole place like this…" he started moving it around my outer lips, into these floppy, fatless inner lips and crevices, flooding my senses with tiny, painless pin pinches. He let me enjoy what he was doing before suddenly getting up slowly. "Now do it yourself. " he said, wincing.
"Okay." I gasped, taking over the bullet.
I started following his instructions slowly. It felt good that way. I ran the bullet through every crevice of my vulva, teasing my clit that kept throbbing and practically pleading for more. I was gasping and moaning at the same time. Nothing came close to how the toy made me feel. All my fingertips were stunned and I couldn't keep my toes straight. I could only contain the excitement racing through my body by curling my toes together. It was the only hold I had on myself. All my nerves were stung and vibrating. I couldn't hold still. I was whimpering and swirling my waist restlessly, completely focused on the shockwaves coursing through my body.
When I could feel that my clit was close to exploding, I focused the bullet on it and just after a bit of buzz that had me stretching out and suddenly closing up my thighs for fear of squirting all over Sylvester's chair, sharp electrons zapped through every nerve, making me fold up in a fetal shape as I started spasming in that curled up position. Along the line, I fell sideways and stayed like that till it was all over. I didn't move until I felt that now familiar calmness wash over me. It was so good. So good.
The orgasm was so intense it took me some time to collect myself together and when I managed to open my eyes, I found myself staring straight into Sylverster's cloudy green eyes filled with naked desires.
He must have returned to bed after handing me the bullet but I have no recollection of it. And from the look of things, he had watched my masturbate and was now aroused despite his situation. To confirm my presumptions, I let my eyes travel the length of the duvet and found a well illustrated outline of his manhood as it stretched upward in full erection. Looking closely, I also noticed some slow but steady movement. That was when it occurred to me that Sylvester was wanking off to my masturbation. I felt awkward at that instant and sat up but then I thought about it. Though I have never touched myself in front of a man while he watched before. Not even Riley, I have slept with three men in total and two of them can probably draw my naked body on a canvas with their eyes closed. So what's the big deal if he used me to masturbate? I probably live in his head just like Riley lives in mine.
I sneered to myself as I felt my well known mischievous smile. The one that comes before all the crazy things I have ever done in this world.
"What is it? He asked in a low voice.
I stood up slowly and seductively as the smile grew bigger. The bed frame had just about two feet between us. I covered it in a single skid and grabbed his duvet. Before he could figure out what I was doing, I already used the other hand to grab more of the huge duvet and proceeded to forcefully drag it off his body.
Honestly I thought he would stop me so I used a lot of force. You can imagine the shock I got when I found myself almost being flung out by my own weight and speed.
I fell backward on the bed and would probably have landed heavily on the floor if it wasn't a 6by7ft bed. I first yelped when I felt myself falling backward but after landing by his feet, I started giggling like a little girl. I don't even know why I laughed. My fall wasn't funny. I felt my heart as it flew out of my mouth. I saw red and then white but I was laughing.
" What is wrong with you?" Sylvester asked, looking puzzled.
"Since you watched me masturbate, I want to watch you too." I replied breathlessly as I was really knocked out.
Instead of answering, Sylvester turned to the chair I just vacated and stared at a wet spot on it.
That was where I was seated before. During my two orgasms, my juice had spilled on the cushion and now it clearly carried a drenched patch of wet spot.
Seeing it, I was mortified and my laugh disappeared instantly. I have messed things up.
"Sorry." I apologised, dragging the word out of my mouth in a high pitch.
"You have wasted all of them. Bring your pussy over Cat, let me taste your divine liqueur." He said to me in the softest, sultry, low voice dripping with sex appeal that I have ever heard. A chill went up my spine and I shivered in excitement. Nothing was quivering more than my just serviced clit. I am a sex addict and it is assumed that people like myself enjoy sex but there is no information more false than that. Apart from the first masturbation of the day or sex, if Riley was around, the others are things I have to do to clear my head. So when I am masturbating and I go for three orgasms, the first one is the one that counts. The rest are only endured. But for the first time since my condition was tagged with a name by Sylvester, I really didn't want the orgasm to stop. I wasn't trying to orgasm till the itch dulls. I wanted to orgasm because I was enjoying it. I knew it, toys would be my saviours. Once I get to school and I am truly on my own, I am going to invest a lot in them and have fun. Just thinking about the things Riley would do to me with toys and I started clenching uncontrollably. I clenched so hard, a moan escaped my mouth. I physically shivered like someone jumped as a chill emanated from that spot and found its way up my spine. I chuckled and adjusted my position on the bed. Climbing it properly and swinging my leg over Slyvester's body as I prepared to be groomed like the spoilt, purry, tiny kitten that I am.
And I tell you, I have had only one man clean me up down there and he does it so well, I don't think any other man on earth can out class him.
Oh… Slyvester…