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Part 50

He said, “That’s what I like to hear. I am going to turn the heat on, just so you don’t get cold. Just lay there as long as you want. Keep your pants off, I am enjoying the view” and he started driving.

After a few moments, I decided to open my eyes and start inspecting that little object he had put in my hand and had caused such an intense moment for me. I thought, “So, that’s what a vibrator feels like.” I looked at it, turned it on and off, changed the different speeds, just getting to know the little fella. I wondered which speed he had used on me. If it was the lowest, I wondered what the next level up would feel like. And what about the max? What would that do to me?

As I was playing with it, Gabriel would occasionally turn to look at me and smile. Eventually, he asked, “Someone liked the toy.” I smiled and said, “Who wouldn’t? Did you see what it did?” He smiled back and said, “I can see you’re going to be fun, little pervert.”

I said, “Me? You’re the one that drives around with vibrators in his trunk.” He laughed and replied, “You’re welcome, beautiful.”

I was curious, so I asked, “So, do you always drive around with this in your trunk?”

His response, again, should’ve turned me off, but it didn’t. HA! Apparently, nothing did.
He said, “That’s from a toy bag that I keep in the car. I have another toy bag at my house… a bigger one. This one’s here just in case of emergencies, like today,” and smiled.

I laughed and asked, “What emergency?”

He explained that he knew everything that had been going on, along with the social stimulation from the meeting, would cause me to have some pent-up tension, and a good orgasm would do wonders for me. He finished that thought by saying, “I also REALLY wanted to see you play with it and cum.”

Oh, come on! Mince a word or two from time to time; this kind of talk makes me shy! He was not wrong though, but still!

He continued, “Red, I like sex and everything about it. So, I keep a toy bag in the trunk, just in case the mood strikes, and we don’t have the time to run to my house. It’s convenient, and you can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it.”

I wondered what a “toy bag” was… And he has a BIGGER one? What did that mean? Shyness and all, I was curious! I wanted to go in that trunk and find out what else he had.

I asked, “So, what’s a toy bag? I’ve never heard of it.” He answered quickly and confidently, “It’s just sex toys that I enjoy using, and you, beautiful... you’re going to love them.” I smiled and said, “What makes you so sure, Sir?” He looked at me, smiled, and said, “Am I wrong? Because if you didn’t like the vibrator, you should tell me and give it back. You didn’t like it?” I smiled wider and said, “What do you think?”

He playfully but sternly replied, “Didn’t anybody ever tell you that it is impolite to answer a question with another question? I asked you a direct question and expect a direct answer.” I giggled, put my hands over my face, and said, “Yes, I liked it… but why do you have to make me say these things? Can’t some things be left to the imagination?”

He explained that having uncomfortable conversations would help me express myself, regardless of the situation. For example, if I didn’t like the vibrator, I should be comfortable enough to tell him… yaddy, yaddy, yadda… Let’s talk about the bag!

I asked, “Sooo… what else is in the toy bag?” He replied, “Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves. I need you to understand that if you don’t like something, you should tell me. Do you understand?” Ugh! I said, “Yes, Sir, I understand. Tell you if I don’t like something! Now tell me what else is in the bag, pleeeeeeeeeaaaase!!!”

He told me that I would have to wait, but if the vibrator was any indication, I would love the rest of the bag. I insisted, but he did not cave. He said, “All good things to those who wait.” That was unsatisfying, but I decided to leave it at that.

Truthfully, the vibrator was shocking enough; I was definitely not expecting that. I had some conversations with guys online about sex toys, and they did not like them.

Eric said that there’s absolutely no way a man could compete with a machine that could be turned on and off at the press of a button, not to mention the sizes and varieties in which they came. He thought it was an unfair comparison, and honestly, I agreed with him… at the time.

Then here comes Gabriel, marching in with a vibrator in hand, just asking me to play around and get comfortable with it. It was confusing. I mean, the vibrator felt good and everything, but could he compare to the quick and easy press of a button? The whole session with the vibrator lasted about two minutes, and I was immensely happy with how it worked.

I asked myself if it would be rude or offensive if I asked Gabriel these questions. I would think it would be a sore subject, but not with him; he had specifically instructed me to speak my mind. I figured it was just a matter of how to ask. I couldn’t just come out and say, “So, Sir, can you keep up with this tiny little machine?”

I said, “That was surprising how you just brought out the toy. I read somewhere that men don’t like toys.” His response, “What do you mean?” only put me back in the spot where I had to figure out a way to say it. Damn it!

I said, “I’ve read that men find sex toys intimidating and feel like they can’t compete with them, you know?” He replied, “Ahhh, I understand. You want to know if I feel the same way. Correct?” I laughed nervously and said, “Kind of, yeah.”

He took a deep breath and said, “No, I don’t feel that way. I don’t compete with a vibrator, dildo, or anything. I bring more than a toy can ever bring to a relationship. You can’t have a mental, emotional, or spiritual connection with a toy. In fact, I would hardly call it physical, but that’s a matter of opinion, I suppose.

To me, it is just a toy… a tool that we can use to enhance our experience. If a woman feels that I can be replaced by a toy, I am either not doing something right, or she can’t appreciate what I bring to the relationship. In which case, why would I want to be in a relationship with that person?

Besides, why should my inability, or unwillingness, to overcome my insecurity limit your experience? I want you to achieve your maximum sexual potential, and I am more than happy to help… not to mention how much fun it will be to see you reach new heights.

So, I think it comes down to choice and perspective. I can either sit there and hate, or ignore, the fact that you can achieve higher sexual peaks, or I can be a guide in your sexual evolution, providing and holding the toys, or whatever it takes… It is quite fun to see and be a part of that.”

Well, that settled that curiosity!

Seriously though, I guess I never thought about it that way. I had this image in my head that a vibrator, or a toy, was something girls used alone, as a replacement or to compensate for a lack of satisfaction. I liked his view a lot more, and honestly, I liked it when he told me to find what I liked. When he told me to look at him while I was trying to hang on to consciousness, it made me feel so… connected to him.

I drew an enormous amount of pleasure from holding, or trying to hold, my orgasm until his words unleashed it… it felt amazing. Good luck trying to get a vibrator to do that!

I said the only thing that I could say, “I don’t know what to say, Sir… I am just going to say that whatever you want, I’m on board.” He smiled and said, “That’s my good girl. Just remember that if you don’t like something, you should feel comfortable enough to tell me.” I smiled and said, “Nah! We’re good!” and we both laughed.

I really meant it, though. Everything that he had brought up, despite my hesitation, always felt incredible. But I knew what he meant, so I said, “Yes, Sir, I will tell you if I don’t like something.”

He then said, “I mean it, Red. Remember what I told you in the beginning: I need, not want, NEED for you to be at least as enthusiastic as me about the things we do.”

Oh yeah, I remember him saying that… but each and every time he had done something, up until that point, if I wasn’t enthusiastic about it in the beginning, by the middle and end of it, I was looking forward to it happening again.

I said, “Yes, Sir, I understand, and I promise you I will tell you if I don’t like something. Is that clear enough? How would you like me to show you that I understand? I’ll do it!” He perked up, raised his eyebrow in a very suggestive way, and said, “Is that right?”

I laughed and got shy but managed to say, “I told you, I’m on board.” He smiled and said, “That’s my good girl, I like that.”

Something about him calling me HIS good girl got to me each and every fucking time. I don’t know if it was his approval or just the fact that it made me feel wanted, protected… or HIS, but it felt better than I had ever expected.

Immediately after he said that, he put his hand high up on my leg and instructed me to adjust my seat back forward. I did, it took fooooor evvvveeeer… But again, it got done.

About two-thirds of the way there—you know that position where you’re not really sitting straight but you’re also not lying down—he said that was enough.

Then he moved his hand to my clit, outside of my panties, and started teasing me. He said, “Beautiful, close your eyes and lay back. Where do you usually masturbate?” I closed my eyes and laid my head back as he, very stingily, ran his fingers over my clit. I said, “In my room, on my bed,” and he said, “Good. Now imagine that you’re there, in the position that you always are when you do it.”

There was a part of me that wanted to resist or hesitate, but I had just told him I was on board with anything. Apparently, he took me at my word.

So, I slowly opened my legs slightly, giving him a little bit more space as he, even more stingily, teased me. I wanted more!

A voice inside me said, “Red, you harlot! You just had a huge orgasm a minute ago!” and another voice said, “Yeah! that’s why it’s called ‘another one’!”

Gabriel then pressed his finger against my clit, giving me that familiar jolt I was getting used to, but could never fully be prepared for. Then he told me that he was going to take the long way home, not to worry, and to use the vibrator however I wanted, enjoying it as much as I desired.

I thought, “Alright, Sir, you asked for it!” I wanted to say it out loud, but I felt embarrassed, and I don’t know why… I couldn’t even manage to say “Yes, Sir,” though I wanted to.

I slowly and with class put my hand with the vibrator down my panties… BULLSHIT! I eagerly stumbled, trying to get my hand there as fast as possible.

I put it at the low speed and just let it do its magic while Gabriel removed his hand. I cheated a little and opened my eyes slightly to see what he was doing. He was driving and occasionally looking at my hand and at me, but he almost caught me looking.

He then started talking to me, saying things like, “You are so wet, I can’t wait to be inside you,” and “You look so beautiful right now.” His encouragement made me bolder as I used my other hand to find my nipple under my clothes, just like I did at home. Next thing I knew, I was fully immersed in the moment, slowly teasing my nipple and letting the vibrator roam different angles, feeling every little vibration.

Suddenly, I felt the car stop, and Gabriel said, “Don’t worry, beautiful, keep going. I am parking. I want to look at you when you cum,” so I continued.

I made the decision that if my Sir wanted to see, I was going to show him. He started caressing my inner thigh with his nails, which heightened the entire sensation, so I switched the vibrator to a higher speed, and that sent me flying.

I was lost in the moment when Gabriel said, “It’s time to let me see your beautiful eyes.” So, I looked at him. His eyes were full of desire and intensity as he said, “Hold it, beautiful, not yet… just let me look at you.” In an effort to hold it a bit longer, I bit my lip, which he apparently noticed and liked, because he then said something that unlocked a new curiosity—or desire—in me: “I can’t wait to fuck your pretty lips.”

You’re going to do… WHAT???

I felt my eyes get bigger as he said, “REDiance, cum. NOW.” I said, “Y-yes, S-s-sir,” and I lost it… I couldn’t help myself and stuttered, “Use me, Sir,” as I fell into the abyss of my biggest orgasm yet.

As I lay there, gasping for air and trying to make sense of what had just happened, I felt Gabriel lean over me, kiss my forehead, and say, “That’s my good girl. That was amazing, thank you for being mine.”

It was incredible, but as often happened, shame swooped in. Did I say what I think I said? Did he hear me? Why did I say it? Did I say anything else? More importantly, he’s going to do what to my lips? And I liked the idea? WTF, Red!?

At that moment, I realized that this happened almost every time something new occurred with Gabriel, and yet, the next time, there I was, ready to do it all again.

I decided, fuck it, I guess this is just part of it, because I sure as hell was not going to stop this—any of this… and if my boyfriend decides that he is going to do that stuff he said to my lips, so be it. I will deal with it when it happens.

I can always say I don’t like it if I don’t like it… but what if I do? I guess I will just be one of “those.”

In my haze of thoughts, I heard Gabriel say, “I hope I don’t have to say this to you often: you can put your pants back on, beautiful. Time to go home.” I said, “Yes, Sir… but I will confess, I enjoyed being pants-less. I could get used to this.” We both laughed as he said, “I am sure you can, gorgeous. I know I am going to get used to it… your pants on my floor. I can’t wait.”

I got curious to know if he heard me—I wanted to know what he thought—so I said, “I am sorry I said that thing earlier, it just came out.” He smiled and said, “What? For me to use you? Don’t be sorry; be happy about it. I know I am, and I am definitely going to use you. Every bit of you.”

Yup, he heard me, that was for sure.

I was not done yet, though. I had one more thing before he sent me home.

I asked, “Gabriel, I am not complaining about any of the things we’ve done. I am just curious, why don’t you ever ask me to, you know, do stuff? I mean, you must want to, you know… finish. No?”

Gabriel smiled and said, “Red, I am more than fine with things as they are for now. Soon we will put your curiosity and creativity to good use, trust me. For now, I am very satisfied watching you get comfortable and enjoy everything.”

I was half hoping he’d repeat what he said earlier about my lips, maybe even elaborate a bit. But nope. Still, all hope wasn’t lost—I had one more thought… Kamikaze Red!

I felt my heart jumping out of my chest, and before I had the chance to back out, I said, “We’ll use my curiosity when you fuck my lips?”

Did it again! Big eyes, open mouth, and speechless! I even heard him do a sort of dry-gasp thing when he heard me.

After he regained his composure, he had a big smile on his face and said, “You’re good, Red. Keep that up! And yes, we will use all of you when I fuck your pretty little lips.”

I know, that was bold, but it was so worth it!

And let’s face it, I was curious; there was no going back now. I just said, “Okay, Sir, but remember what I said, I am on board. And I’ve heard that in this family, we do what we say we’re going to do.”

He gave me a huge smile, and simply said, “I love it when this part of you comes out to play. I can’t wait till she is here full-time.”

I smiled, I blushed, and he took me home.

to be continued...