This story is about my girlfriend. I caught her using her vibrator and fucked the hell out of her. As she was happy with it, she wanted to share it as I am a huge sex story fan. The story is from her perspective.
Hi, all my name is Sue (name change obviously) decent looking with 34-30-34 figure. My boyfriend is Suraj(obviously name change)handsome and wholesome everywhere. I have a very demanding sex drive. So I got a battery-operated boyfriend (BOB) which was a surprise to him.
One day as Suraj was in office so I started using it. As soon as I began to get my groove on, my whole body just relaxed and gave itself over to the sensations of pure erotic bliss. I closed my eyes and moaned, just enjoying how good it felt. The orgasm was almost instantaneous. And then it was over.
Then I wanted another one and, after that, another. But before that could happen, I heard a noise. When I opened my eyes, I saw Suraj standing at the door staring at me, his mouth hanging open. I gasped. From the look on his face, I could tell he had been watching me the whole time, or at least long enough to know what I was doing.
The look on his face told me that he was more than a little shocked and slightly irritated. I felt the sting of embarrassment on my cheeks as he stared at me. What now? I started to say something but he shook his head. What was he going to do? I didn’t know.
I just lay there, all vulnerable and embarrassed and wanted to hide under the covers. Oh, God, this was bad, so bad. We stared at each other for a long moment before I looked away and started to sit up. He held up one hand, halting me. Then he said, oh so quietly, “You never do that with me.”
There was part accusation in his voice, partly hurt. What did he mean? Did he think I was cheating him out of something? Like I wasn’t giving enough of myself? Yeah, he probably did. I never did that with him. Yeah. And he was pissed about it.
“You looked so happy,” he muttered.
I was happy. Masturbating made me happy. It made me feel free. It was something I did for myself, to connect with myself, to feel alive.
“You always hold out on me,” he said.
Now he looked angry. There was accusation in his voice and what sounded like a little hurt. As in, how dare I keep him from having great sex when that’s all he wanted? I suddenly felt ashamed. I had been holding out on him. No, it wasn’t right. It was just something I did.
“You’ve been doing this all along, haven’t you?” he asked, shaking his head. “Tell me, Sue. You’ve been doing this, haven’t you?”
I shook my head. No, it wasn’t like that.
He stared me straight in the eye. “You don’t want me.”
My mouth dropped. I started to protest, to tell him I wanted him more than anything. But the way he looked at me told me it might be better if I kept quiet.
“You don’t,” he said. “You do not want me. What a fool I’ve been.”
“No!” I exclaimed. “It’s not like that at all!”
“Then how is it?” he asked. “You obviously enjoy getting off and can have an orgasm. Oh, but wait. Just not with me, right?”
“I’ve had orgasms with you!” I said, almost to the point of exasperation. I sat up and put the vibrator on the nightstand and turned to him. I stared into his eyes and started to explain myself further. But the look on his face told me to keep quiet. I kept quiet.
“Then what is it?” he asked. “How long have you been doing this? Always?”
I shook my head. No, it hadn’t been that long, actually, only about six months. I wanted to tell him that I had I meant to share it with him. That I had meant to give him more, better good sex but I just couldn’t. I wanted to. I’d thought about it and I’d tried.
But something always kept me from crossing that line. That something was the fear of giving myself totally over to him. I couldn’t get past it. I didn’t say these things to him, though I should have. Instead, I said, “What are you doing home? You’re supposed to be at work.”
Without a word, he crossed over to the bed, coming at me quickly, as if he couldn’t get there fast enough. I waited. I did not move one inch. I could not have moved even if I’d wanted to. I waited in anticipation. Then there he was, on to me, looking at me.
The next thing I know, he was on me, pushing his body onto mine and claiming what was his—me. Oh, and what a wonderful feeling it gave me to know he wanted me that much. So much that he would do this, that he would claim me.
His lips, his masculine lips overcame mine. They took me over.
His mouth ate at mine, sucking at me until I was breathless and wanting more. And he was giving it to me, giving me his all, every single bit of himself, he gave. I wanted more. I wanted his hands on me, all over me, touching me, feeling me, devouring me.
And I wanted it—sex, fucking. I wanted to get fucked by him. For the first time ever I felt this release inside of me and I wanted him. I wanted him to want me, to devour me, to take me, to use me. I’d never responded to him this way and both of us could tell it.
It was as though something had totally shifted and now we were doing what we were always meant to do. His hands grabbed my breasts and squeezed them roughly. This made me go into a tizzy, wanting his mouth on them, licking them, sucking them.
He bent down and pulled my shirt and bra down then licked my nipple. It made me moan loudly, then he bit at it, little tiny bites here and there. Bite, bite, bite. I was so overcome with the sensations, I was about to explode. But there was more. He took my nipple in his mouth and sucked on it long and hard.
A small scream of passion tore out of my throat and I threw my head back. It felt so good, it was almost painful. He pulled back and stared into my eyes. I stared back, wondering why he stopped. I started to say something but the look in his eye told me to keep quiet.
“You’ve shouldn’t hold out on me,” he said.
I nodded. He was right. And if this sex session was any indicator of things to come, that wouldn’t be happening again.
He paused. I waited. What now? What was he going to do now? He pulled my panties off and threw them to the side. Then he started rubbing my ass, taking his hand sideways between the cheeks. By this time, I was wet, so wet that his hand slid along it easily.
He did this for a few seconds before moving his hand between my legs, sliding it in sideways, all the way up to the clit, then back down. Up to the clit, then back down. And then up, and then back. That’s all he did and that’s all it took. I couldn’t control myself. I came just from that slight but intense touch.
I came just from being in the moment with him. He made me come and it was better than any vibrator I’d ever had. This was what great sex was all about—a man, a woman, and searingly passionate.
“Oh, God!” I moaned and buried my head in the pillow. I was shaking with the orgasm, which seemed to last and last and last. I’d thought my vibrator delivered an intense orgasm but this was much more intense. It was better, too, with this man doing it to me, giving it to me.
It made it feel more real, more gritty, more animal-like. More natural, more right. As I came, Suraj climbed on top of me and pushed my legs open with his. As he did this, he unzipped his pants. Now what? What was he doing? He was mounting me, taking me. I couldn’t move as he did this.
I watched as he pulled his hard cock out of his pants. I allowed him to do what he wanted and what he wanted was to fuck me good. I wanted it, too. I wanted it so bad. I could feel his hard cock pressing up against me before he pushed it inside. There it was and it felt so good, better than it had ever felt before.
It was wide and it had length and I was a lucky, lucky woman. He fucked me like this for a few good minutes before stopping. What the hell? Then he pulled out. I was about to protest. But then he grabbed my hips, pulled me up off the bed, turned me over and positioned me. I was up on all fours.
And then he gave it to me good. He rammed into me with long, hard and swift moves. I was almost shaking it felt so good. In and out his hard cock went, in and out of my dripping wet pussy. I was so wet, it’s a miracle he didn’t slip out. But he didn’t.
He was big enough that he had enough traction to accomplish his goal and his goal was to fuck me. He paused for a moment, putting off his orgasm. Then bent over and ran his hands all over my body, up under my shirt and bra and he squeezed my breasts, pinching my nipples ever so slightly.
Then his hands went lower, grazing over my belly and then up and around to my back. He ran his hands all the way up my back, into my hair and back down again, pausing at my ass. He again slid a hand in sideways between my cheeks and paused, touching me there before he slipped a finger in.
I shuddered with enjoyment. I never knew that part of me was erogenous but after that, I almost wanted him to fuck me there, in my ass. But he wasn’t stopping. He soon picked up the pace again and began fucking me harder and harder until I thought I’d pop I was so tightly wound.
He kept at it with his finger and his cock, each filling me up completely, double penetrating me. It was almost too much, almost too good. I wanted to release but I did not want this to stop.
He paused again and his other hand came up, reaching around me again. This time fingering my pussy and teasing my clit ever so slightly. This sent me into pure ecstasy. I knew the orgasm was coming and it was coming soon. I was almost gasping for air with lust for him, for his finger, for that slight yet effective touch.
As I ground against his hand, against his finger, as I pushed myself over the edge, so did he. He couldn’t contain it any longer. This time, he fucked me until he was ready to come—hard, good, long. Just before he came, he pulled out and sprayed his hot, white cum all over my back.
It was too much. I had to finish. So, I grabbed onto his hand and humped it, thrusting the orgasm out of me as I did so, surrendering all I had to it and to him. We collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard. For a long time, we didn’t say anything. I don’t think we could have even formed sentences at that point.
Besides, what do you say after something like that? Wow-what a great fuck? Well, it was. And we both knew it.
Finally, he turned to me and pushed the hair out of my eyes and smiled. I smiled back and then we both cracked up, laughing so hard our stomachs hurt. After we calmed down a bit, he said, “I didn’t know you had it in you. I have even more of it in me.”
This how it happened after I caught her using a vibrator instead of me. Please feel free to contact me [email protected]