"Holy shit," she whispered as she used her finger to wipe off her cheek, followed by a nice display as she licked that same finger clean. "Do you always cum this much?"
"No," I admitted. "Apparently you bring it out of me."
She smiled as she seductively continued to lick herself clean.
"I feel bad," I told her. "Why should I be the only one to benefit?
"It's not about that. It's about you marking me as yours." She smiled at me as a trail of my sperm dripped down her chin into her tits. "You like it, don't you? I'm not going to let you take a picture. But I am going to stay like this today for as long as you want."
My only response was a smile of my own.
Two days later I handed her a box that was gift wrapped. "This is for you."
"Aww, shucks! For me? What could it be?" She took the box and shook it. "It's too small to be your dick."
She opened it and found a tiny egg. "A vibrator?" She pulled it out and played with it. "How do I turn it on?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out."
She raised an eyebrow. "You'll have the remote?"
"Yep."
"But when do I wear it?"
"All the time. Unless I tell you otherwise. The battery lasts for up to twelve hours of continuous use. I figure that will be about right for a charge once a day."
"Gee, mister! You want me to be vibrating 12 hours a day?"
"We'll see. You can put it in now."
I waited until her sister got home and the three of us were watching What We Do In The Shadows. We had finished dinner and were relaxing when I returned from the bathroom. I had just turned on the vibrator setting to the first level out of five.
It was silent, and I almost questioned whether Angie still wore my present until she gave me the same eyebrow raise as before.
I waited until an awkward sex scene between the vampires that was played more for laughs than anything and I turned up the level to two. Once again, I could hear no sound. After a minute Angie sat up to reposition herself, but she didn't look at me. After the scene, I turned it back down to the first level.
Again I waited, this time until it seemed she had forgotten the foreign object vibrating inside her. In the next episode there was another awkward sex scene and I turned it up to a three. This instantly got a reaction as Angie turned to give me a look that said, "what are you doing to me?"
The scene ended and there was a quiet moment where I listened for any sound. When I tested it out, this was the level where I could hear the vibration clearly, but now that it was tucked away in Angie it seemed to absorb all the sound.
Again I turned it back down, but this time only to the second level.
We switched back to Letterkenny. I waited for more traditional romantic moments, but none came. Instead, I decided to turn it up a notch every time Bonnie McMurray appeared on the screen. This earned me an eye roll.
Finally, during an extended scene, I turned up the vibration to the fourth level.
Angie instantly shifted in her seat, grabbing a pillow and putting it in her lap as she tried to grip it subtly. She seemed to be deliberately avoiding looking in my direction. I listened for a quiet moment to hear how loud it was, but it turned out I didn't have to wait.
"Is that the fridge?" Victoria asked.
"I think so," Angie managed to say without sounding too unusual.
"It's loud," Victoria observed.
"Yeah it is," Angie agreed.
I waited ten seconds before turning it back down. Angie gave me a death glare.
I headed into my bedroom. When I was about to undress I felt a hand reach into my pocket. I spun around, facing my attacker.
"Where is it!" Angie asked.
"What?"
"The remote! I know it was in your pocket!"
"I'll never tell."
She reached into my pocket again, digging around and brushing against my manhood but otherwise coming up empty. Apparently, she didn't consider the phone in my hand.
"That's for me to control," I told her. "Now go back to your hole before your sister gets out of the bathroom and finds you feeling me up."
When I gave Angie a quick hug, I whispered in her ear. "And don't take it out."
Her eyes widened as I smirked.
That night I made every effort to wind up Victoria with extra foreplay, trying to get her as vocal as possible. I left the vibrator on the first setting until she began to moan, then I reached under my pillow to my phone to turn up the volume button one notch. This was connected to the app that controlled Angie's vibrator, turning her up to level two.
After giving her an extra slow-building orgasm with my tongue, I climbed on top of her to give her slow, deep deliberate strokes. As her moaning increased I brought Angie up to level three.
Again I took my time, bringing my girlfriend with me as I neared orgasm.
I took a breather, returning between her thighs to attack her clit, causing her to moan even louder than before. Once I lost my immediacy, I climbed back up to thrust into Victoria with abandon, fucking her as hard as I could as I turned up the vibrator to level four.
The headboard shook against the wall (I may have moved it earlier) as Vicky screamed, the sounds of our bodies slapping together filling the room as I held out as long as I could.
Victoria came as loud as I had ever heard her, and I added my own grunts into the mix as we both came.
The sound of wind filled my ears as if we were riding on the roof of a moving train, and my toes squeezed as I finished the long delayed orgasm I'd been building up for. I kissed my girlfriend and rolled off of her before turning off the app and laying back on my side of the bed. Vicky's labored breathing quickly turned into light snoring as my phone lit up with a new Snapchat.
"I can't believe you found the technology to make me cum the hardest in my life without even being in the same room," it read.
I send back an evil smile.
"I wish I could use technology to tease you, too," Angie continued. "Oh, wait. I can."
Three new picture messages.
The first one was one of the saved photos she mentioned. She was topless, and she was breathtaking. She was in her old house where she lived before moving in with me.
The second one was from a few days ago. She was naked in my bathroom and the size difference was impressive. She was standing at a similar angle as the previous picture, bending and thrusting her ass out to the side as she took the picture at an angle that made her tits look even bigger than they were. In the second picture she didn't need it. Her rack was massive, hanging off her proudly as her brown nipples aimed up to the camera. In the second picture, she had written in the mirror in lipstick. It read, "Property of Dan."
If that wasn't enough to wake up my exhausted libido, there was a third picture.
This one wasn't quite so well framed, and seemed more rushed. But to me, it was the hottest one yet. She was naked, and she was dripping from the double load I'd given her yesterday. Her face was covered and she was only able to see through one eye. It was in her hair and causing the majority of her sizable rack to glisten. But the hottest thing was her smile. It was remarkably innocent, looking out of place on a girl that looked so dirty.
"Fuuuuuck," I responded.
"Want to help me take a selfie like that again tomorrow?" She sent me.
The next morning I woke up to find Victoria gone and Angie in her place.
"Fuck," she said, extending the word like my message had.
"Hey! You can't be here. We agreed."
"Relax. I'm feeling so satisfied right now that I would totally reject your advances."
"So you liked your present?"
She giggled. "Uh, yeah."
"I'm glad. Did you need to work yourself also?"
"Probably not. At least not when it was on the highest setting. But I did anyway, of course."
"That wasn't the highest setting."
