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“Ooooh, yes…”

“Okay, Princess. Now, get your vibrator.” Eagerly she pulled out the vibrator and told him she had it. “Slide it into that pretty pink pussy and turn it on low…”

She moaned as it teased her sensuously, moving slowly inside her, the clit teaser buzzing gently against her swollen bud.

“Turn it up a level and start working it in and out of that pretty pussy… I don’t want you cumming too quickly.”

Her body was rousing again for him as she worked herself with the vibrator, her ass clenching around the toy inside it, her reddened nipples still so sensitive on her chest.

“Hold it in you and put it on pulse, then turn the clit part all the way up.” Allison moaned her excitement as heat began to rise between her legs. “Now, turn up the beads.” She began to moan louder as the little beads traveled throughout her pussy, making her tingle and burn with ecstasy that mounted higher and higher.

“What do you want, Allison?”

“Fuck me! I want you to fuck me.”

“I am fucking you, Allison, I’m fucking you with those toys. I’m in your ass, I’m in your cunt… I’m going to keep fucking you for as long as I want.”

Allison cried out, her orgasm cresting at his raw and abrasive words.

“Cum, Allison. Cum for me, my dirty little girl,” he whispered fiercely in her ear.

As soon as he said the words, she began a high-pitched whine as an intense orgasm crashed over her, pounding through her body like high tide on a beach.

“Oh, Todd!” She screamed his name, again and again, her body undulating on the bed, riding out the exquisite ecstasy he’d led her to.

Thrashing on the bed, she could hear him breathing heavily in her ear through the haze of her heights of passion. The vibrator began to buzz painfully inside her, her pussy flesh oversensitive and tingling.

“Todd… please, can I stop… I need to stop… it hurts…”

“Just a little longer, Princess…” He was groaning, and she realized he must be cumming as the vibrations pushed her to another orgasm. Screaming as the intense feelings washed over her, she listened to him moan her name as he came with her while far across the ocean. Every part of her body shuddered uncontrollably as she rode out the intense rapture.

“Take the vibrator out, Princess,” Todd said, his voice a little hoarse as he got himself back under control. Allison moaned and sighed in relief as she obeyed. “And the probe.”

Empty now, her body relaxed, feeling wonderfully satiated.

“Oh, Todd… that was the best birthday wake-up call I’ve ever gotten,” she said, laughing a little.

“I’m glad to oblige,” he replied, and she could hear the self-satisfied grin in his voice. “I have to go now, Princess.”

“You do?”

“Yes, it’s getting rather late here, but I have a feeling I’m going to have some fucking fantastic dreams tonight.” Allison giggled, feeling giddy, even though she was disappointed he couldn’t talk longer. “Take care, Princess. I’m looking forward to seeing you soon.”

“Me, too,” she said sincerely. “I can’t wait.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Hanging up was hard, but she couldn’t stay too down. Todd had called on her birthday, staying up to talk with her, to satisfy her. He was going to be back next week, and not only that, he wanted to see her. Life was ridiculously good right now.

7

By evening, Allison was feeling even more thankful for Todd’s morning birthday call. She had expected it to be the best part of her day, but she hadn’t realized the kind of margin it would win by. Work hadn’t been bad. They’d celebrated her birthday with her and got her a cake, but Matt, the intern who had kissed her at the New Year’s Eve party, had shyly worked up the courage to ask her out, and it felt like kicking a puppy when she turned him down. Now, she was at her parents, and her mother was driving her up the wall.

Apparently, being twenty-three without any likely marriage prospects made her an old maid. The antiquated attitude made Allison want to strangle her mother. The two of them used to be so alike, but since meeting Todd, Allison’s life had strayed from the path it was originally supposed to take. And she was so relieved. If it hadn’t, she’d probably be engaged to Roger by now and on her way toward a life of ‘warmth’ and understanding—not exactly romantic.

“I don’t understand why there wasn’t one young man you could bring to dinner tonight,” her mother said waspishly. “I’m sure Roger would have come if you asked him. The two of you looked so wonderful dancing together at Christmas.”

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