My Generous Lover, Part Two

The large bed was probably the first thing most people would have noticed, but it wasn’t the first thing I noticed. No, the first thing I noticed were the sex toys laid out across the table in front of the bed. And my… oh… my… were there ever a lot of them.

“I bought them today,” Evan said, placing a gentle hand on my neck. “I hope at least some of them are to your liking.” His fingers began to draw lazy circles on my bare skin, and I slowly approached the array of toys. For someone like me, it was as if Christmas had come early, all the toys laid out and looking incredibly tempting. But where to begin? There were three glass dildos, one blue with small bumps, one seemingly shaped to hit a woman’s G-spot (my G-spot, in this case), and the third looked about the right size and shape to be a butt plug. There was also a black leather harness with a pearl-colored dildo attached, large and scary looking—but of course, it wouldn’t be intended for me, I realized, as Evan already had something attached to his body he could fuck me with. Something which was hard and ready, something which was now pressed up against my ass, the bottom of it nestled between my ass-cheeks, the top seeming to indicate that Evan was very well-endowed. The feel of his cock, the feel of its pressure against my back… well, that brought my attention away from the toys. I barely had time to take in the rope and the cuffs before Evan flipped me around and began kissing me again.

This time, his lips didn’t keep to my mouth — no, they traveled all across my flesh. One kiss landed on my cheek, another on my neck, and then he knelled, and stared up at me. Was he waiting for an order of some sort?

“What, am I supposed to choose something from the toys? To… to use on you? Or to have you use on me?”

“That’s the plan,” Evan said, and then he reached up, unzipping my skirt. I looked over my shoulder at the toys, not watching as I felt the skirt fall to the ground, and still not watching as I felt Evan slide off my panties, as I felt him tongue my slit.

“I want you to fuck me with one of the dildos, then.” I told him, turning back to face him, and I placed a hand on his head as his tongue found my clit, a soft sound slipping out of my lips as he surrounded my clit with his mouth.

But he only ate me out for a little bit, just long enough to get me incredibly excited, to get me even more turned on than his kisses and touches had. He rose, walking over to the toys, and gestured towards the dildos. “Which one?” he asked, and the look on his face was unmistakably joyful.

“The one that curves upward.”

“The one for the G-spot? Ah, the saleslady said that one was particularly popular. May I… may I make a suggestion?” Evan had a gentle smile on his face as he waited for my answer.

“Sure. Of course.”

“Maybe you could wear the glass butt plug while I fuck you with the dildo?”

“I’ve never…” My eyes turned towards the floor as I spoke the next words, my moment of truth. “I’ve never had anything in my ass before.”

“Oh, I think you’ll like it. I really do.”

“Okay, then.” I told him “Yes, use the butt plug on me.”

Evan picked up the dildo and the butt plug, along with a fancy-looking bottle of lube. I stripped off my shirt and bra, and then climbed onto the bed, noticing the towel on it for the first time. He’d thought of everything, it seemed. Not a bad trait in a new sexual partner, not in the least.

Evan joined me on the bed, still wearing all his clothes, and he paused for a moment, his eyes skimming my body and then settling on my face. “You’re beautiful, you know. And your body… oh, it’s gorgeous.”

“Thank you.”

“Now, why don’t we make this lovely body of yours very, very happy?”

I nodded my head at him and closed my eyes. I heard what sounded like the lube bottle opening, and then the soft sound of what was most likely his hand slipping up and down the plug. And then I gasped as I felt the cold sensation of the hard, lubed-up glass pressing against my asshole.

“Don’t worry, my dear, you can trust me to go very slowly.”

And he did just that, the plug moving into my ass at just the right speed for me, until it seemed to be all the way in. I found that Evan was right—I did like it, the feel of my ass squeezing the plug, holding it tight. Yes, it really did feel good.

But the dildo felt even better, and it didn’t need any lube at all as it slowly slid into my cunt, filling me up. And then another sensation was added to this feeling of complete fullness, as I felt Evan’s fingers begin to slide their way down my slit, getting incrementally closer to my clit by the second. Then I opened my eyes, and I raised myself up far enough to watch—I knew it would be an incredibly hot show.

As I began to watch, the dildo hit my G-spot for the first time, and I made a noise I’d never made before. So I did have a G-spot. And apparently it liked being played with—yes, apparently I liked it being played with! I continued to make unbelievable noises, the kind normally assigned to women referred to as “screamers”, which was a description I’d never qualified for before. But I was loud, so very loud, as that perfectly curved dildo had its way with my G-spot.

And then something surprising happened. Yes, I’d heard of women doing this before, but I certainly had never believed it, never believing a woman could ejaculate just like a man. But there I was, coming all over the bed, coming all over Evan, too. Instead of looking annoyed or angry, though, he looked utterly delighted, a huge grin on his face.

“Wow!” he said, and grinned even wider.

I couldn’t say anything at all, though, not until the last drops of fluid had left my body, not until I collapsed to the bed in a puddle, and on a puddle, too. “Yeah. Wow. Oh… my… God.” I took in a few deep breaths, and then slowly pushed myself into a sitting position. “Give me a few moments, then I’ll see if I can get you off that hard, too.”

“How about you clean up in the bathroom instead, and then get into bed with me? All that and more can be taken care of in the morning. And then,” Evan said, a wicked-looking grin on his face, “after we each have as many orgasms as we can take, we can go shopping.”

But Evan got his first orgasm from me a lot sooner than planned, as I insisted on giving him a blowjob in the shower, the water pounding down on us as I sucked him deep down my throat. He came all over my tits, then pulled me up for a kiss. Yeah, we didn’t really get too much sleeping done, at least not for a fair number of hours.

We did go shopping in the morning, though… the late morning. And the dress was still there, and then it wasn’t  instead tucked into some sky-blue tissue paper and a large bag with handles made out of silky ribbons. But that was only one bag of many.

And it was only one date of many, too. But eventually, all good things come to an end. Evan moved to Milan to retire (there went his plans for a small village out in the middle of nowhere). And I met someone, and married that someone. I sent Evan a wedding invitation, but he couldn’t make it, sadly. He did buy us the most expensive thing on our wedding registry, though. But that was the very last thing he even bought for me.

I’d told my husband about my ex-sugar-daddy on our third date. He’d been very entertained at the thought of it, and had never minded that Evan and I still stayed in touch. “We all have skeletons in our closets, after all,” was what he had said. And yes, I had a few skeletons in my closet. They were right behind my heaps of Dior, Dolce & Gabbana, and Versace.

Photo: intelligenttravel.nationalgeographic.com

Maggie Morton

Maggie Morton's first novel, Dreaming of Her, is published by Bold Strokes Books - it's an erotic, lesbian, fantasy novel, and has a fair share of romance as well. Her gay, fantasy novella A Fairy's Embrace is published by Xcite Books, and her writing appears in various anthologies, including Eve's Big Bang, Kinky Girls, and Dark Desires. She lives in Northern California with her partner and their Japanese Bobtail.

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