Toying Around [MF] (Long)

My jaw went slack and I shook my head for a moment. I was starting to wonder if maybe I had a stroke because Megan’s request was just not processing. I was a few years out of high school, but still ruled mostly by the misinformation and stereotypes we’re fed then that women are innocent, pure and chaste and only like to do things in bed because it makes boys happy, not because they are people too with their own agency just like me and some people like sex while others don’t.

“Dude… seriously don’t make me ask again it’s embarrassing. If you don’t want to do it just say you don’t want to do it. Don’t be a wuss and try to protect my feelings or something.” Megan grumbled, starting to walk away.

I grabbed her hand quickly and shook off the confusion as quickly as I could, seriously not wanting to let the chance get away. “Wait no no no!” I said quickly, trying not to be too loud or sound too desperate… and failing horribly at the second part. “I mean yes. I really do want to do that but are you sure it’s okay? I don’t want to get you into trouble or cause you guys to get into a fight or get angry or something.”

Megan actually blushed a little, it was still a very rare sight to me. I have mentioned her before, but should probably give some context again. Megan is 5’3″, and has still to this day a penchant for wearing loose fitting cheap clothing that one could probably find at a military surplus store or a thrift shop. Today was really not an exception. Her hair was straight, and about down to her shoulder blades now, and maybe a little messy. We worked for a tech company, working back and forth now between QA and network engineering. Neither of us had much reason to dress up to impress anyone at work. We were basically morlocks no one saw us except for maybe two or three other people in a day unless something had gone horribly wrong for them.

In spite of us spending most of our time indoors, back then Megan still had a pretty deep tan. Both of us are pretty much from mixed families but she took a little more strongly to the asian side except for her hair, which tended to actually be pretty light, that half way point between blond and brown where I honestly can’t say one way or the other which one it counts as.

“God dammit dude I already told you he was okay with this… and thanks. If it helps I can cook breakfast for you in the morning too consider it payment.”

“You seriously don’t need to pay me. But really you want me there for this? Not to be too crude but I don’t know cant you just get a dildo for this?”

“I am paying you because that way if you EVER tell anyone about this I’m going to call you out for being a whore.” she responded with a bit of a grin. “And dildos aren’t the same. They don’t move the same, none of them are textured right…” she bluhed a little harder and looked away, like this was the part that embarassed her the most. “You can’t cuddle with them when you’re done… look man this is the first time since I was married I’ve been alone this long and I’m getting lonely okay.”

I nodded to her again. “Okay. So… tonight after work then?”

Megan nodded this time. “Yeah. And remember, don’t make this weird okay? This is purely physical. I’m not going to go developing feelings for you or something, this isn’t like a thing where we’re going to start dating. I just need some company because I’ve been alone for like two weekends now.”

I nodded again, chuckling a little to myself at her explanation, she had given the speech before, and would do so every time before something happened. She wanted to make things very, very clear.

Megan got up again and started to walk away before stopping and walking back the couple of steps she covered. She grabbed my collar to pull me down so she could whisper, even if the rest of the conversation had taken place with us standing at a normal distance. “Another thing dildos can’t do is cum. I have an IUD so do not hold back. You have no idea how good it feels for me.” I felt, more than heard a hungry groan escape past my throat at the comment, suddenly embarrassed by my body’s reaction. Megan quickly made her way back to the office before I could register any response from her or as she sometimes put it “get all girly and emotional.” And just like that I had agreed to be her toy for the night.

That night I went back to Megan’s house after driving everyone for the carpool and back across the bridge. She was already dressed for bed… which for her seemed to be an over sized flannel shirt and nothing else. She waved me in, and had already ordered a pizza because she didn’t want to cook yet… and told me I would be handling that part because she wasn’t about to answer the door for someone else like that.

We hung out for a bit, watched some pointless TV to relax, while we ate I kept stealing peeks at her under the shirt whenever I could, and I’m sure she enjoyed teasing me. She curled up on the couch and pulled her legs up to her chest, leaving them bare all the way to the hip, letting me see her tanlines and the curve of her backside, but blocking anything from direct view with her shin, or foot or ankle, except for brief moments while she shifted position now and again. Always yawning or groaning or making some sound first and waiting until I was looking her way to do it.

It was enough of a peek to see she had shaved for the night, making me feel a little like maybe I should have done some extra grooming for the night as well.

After the dinner she kicked me out of the living room and into the shower, telling me not to waste anything in the shower and hurry up.

I cleaned off quickly, in a rush to get back out, but made sure to clean thoroughly as well, scrubbing down probably more than I had in the past week because I didn’t want to ruin the night by missing anything.

Climbing out of the shower I found my clothes missing, and the door open. “Oh good, my toy is finally done cleaning.” She said. “Dry off then go lay down on the bed.”

Stepping out of the bathroom, and directly into the bedroom I saw Megan sitting on the couch they had near the bed, talking on the phone. I assumed to her husband. “Yeah it’s the one that looks like you.” she replied, nodding towards a picture she kept by the stand and.. .well yeah I had to admit I did look a lot like her husband. I would not at all be surprised if we were related. His hair was a little redder, and he had less freckles but otherwise not much of a difference.

Megan seemed to think I was taking too long getting to the bed, so she grabbed me firmly by the shoulder, and tossed me onto the covers. Admittedly I helped her more than a little bit, playing along a bit.

“Okay now lay down and close your eyes, I’ll tell you what I am going to do to you, and you tell me what you’re going to do with me.” I looked down to her for a moment a little confused but closed my eyes. Megan covered the receiver of the phone with her hand and slapped my cheek, gently though. “I’m not talking with you doofus, I’m talking to him. You watch me. You don’t make a single move without me telling you.”

Megan proceeded to describe in rather graphic detail what she was doing, using me as a place holder for her husband on the other side of the phone, her voice growing breathier and hungrier as time went on. “Now that you’re all ready babe I’m going to lick that cock of yours all the way from the bottom to the top… then wrap my lips around your cock and suck you off…”

I opened my mouth about to say something liek an idiot and Megan shot me a glare. Warning me silently “Don’t you fucking say a thing.” It was equal parts arousing and terrifying. A woman with her teeth less than an inch from your dick shooting you a murderous glance is a rather intimidating experience. I nodded and closed my mouth once again.

I felt her tongue slide along the underside, and stop for a moment to flick back and forth across a particularly sensitive spot just below the head before I could feel her lips, and then the rest of her mouth sliding down along me. Hot and wet, a vibration slid all along her tongue as she moaned into the phone the entire way down. Half way she stopped and started to bob her head back up, now applying suction the entire way, blood rushed into the head of my dick, making everything tingle a little more, making everything just a little more sensitive and letting me feel practically every little bump of her tongue as it slid back. Her lips broke the seal of suction loudly once they reached the top, letting my spring free with enough force to slap into my belly.

I moaned too, unable to stop myself, but this seemed to be okay, as it was not immediately met with the death glare.

“You like that babe?” She asked the phone. “Like feeling my… mmm…” she did another quick bob of her head, pushing her lips down with a loud moan, and pulling up again with more suction. “lips on your dick?”

I realized she was making the experience as loud as possible for her husband on the other side of the phone, letting him hear more detail than he could see. She was a very good performer actually.

The blow job continued for some time, her being theatrically loud, describing every motion as much as she could. After some time she grabbed my hand, and pulled it to the back of her head. She didn’t look up at me in the least as she continued, moaning and panting in the phone before giving my cue. “Yeah babe… you know I love it when you pull my hair back.” I followed her instructions, brushing her long hair out of her face where it had started to fall in strands, then at her urging taking a handful of the brushed hair and closing my hand around it, tightening my grip until I was gently pulling at her scalp a little. I guided her head up slowly in case I was reading things wrong, but she moaned happily before I started to push her head down a little again. After a few more bobs she pulled her head to the side. “Yeah push me all the way down… I want to get you as wet as you make me.” Taking her instruction I gently pulled her hair again until she was in place and slowly pushed her all the way down. I felt a quick gag when she had just a little bit left, and quickly let go so she could pull back up but she grabbed my hand again before it could get away and firmly pressed it to the back of her scalp once more before continuing her way down. There was another spasm from her body and I found myself worried, but continued on, needing to play my role here.

She qsuirmed for a second, my dick jammed down her throat, I could feel her tongue pressing hard against me, and a sudden pressure as she pushed her body into a kind of swallowing motion before she finally let my hand go. I let go of her hair and cupped her cheek as she slid up, trying to get her to look back up to me out of concern I had hurt her somehow but she batted my hand away hard.

The spit coating my dick was thicker, forming strings that clung to her lips and tongue as she pulled away, panting heavily. She still wasn’t looking at me though, I realized this was still part of what the two of them were describing over the phone to each other.

“Now your turn…” she panted, suddenly scooting up the bed. She turned around, sliding her calves under my shoulders then lowering herself down to straddle my face with he thighs. I pressed a cheek into one thigh. Wasting no time I raised my head up off the bed a little, bringing my lips to meet her lower ones, sliding my tongue across her labia as she gave out a surprised chirp. Her knees suddenly tightened around my ribs, painfully pushing the air out of my lungs as she gave my thigh a hard slap. “Oh nothing, sorry. My toy got uppity and forgot why he’s here.” she said to the phone. I sat in silence for a few moments as she listened to the phone and I tried to remain as still and silent as possible to avoid another slap across tender skin. “Well I might just do that later if he’s not a good boy.” I heard her say with a giggle. “But for right now don’t you have something to be doing too babe?”

Things continued again and she narrated just how to use my tongue, sliding along her slit, sucking her lips, and kissing along shaved skin along her mons and thighs. Meanwhile she would go back to sucking my dick now and again, loudly and messily for the phone.

We kept at it long enough for her to have to stop blowing me for a few moments as her body tensed up over me. I could feel her starting to shake and moved to apply more suction to her clit while licking it. She gave a loud moan directly into the phone which lasted for several shivers as they rolled across her body before she collapsed against me for a few moments. Se laid there panting for all of thirty seconds before returning to sucking on me, and urging me to continue… but more slowly.

Without a word she suddenly rolled off of me, and bounced on her hands to turn around in the bed again, now straddling my hips. She grabbed my dick, lined herself up and said “Ready… fuck me. Fuck me hard. I fucking missed you so bad…”

I had learned my lesson from before and did my best to stay quiet and not make any movements that might break her fantasy. I had nothing to do with it at this point, I could see it on her face, how much she missed the man on the other side of the phone. I needed to be him as much as I could for the moment, help her pretend he was right there with her.

I had to bite down on my lip to keep from making any noise as she pushed herself down all the way in one go. Her breath stuttered as she gave a loud gasp. Despite my efforts to remain as passive as I could I felt my length pulse inside of her, twitching form the sudden change in pressure and heat, not to mention she was only the second person I had felt without a condom in between us.

New sensations drove themselves through my body, little ripples in her movements, the wet heat I hadn’t really experienced with so much detail.

My hands gabbed the covers and dug into them almost painfully tight because they needed to grab something, and taking her hips or her breasts without prompting would break the illusion for her.

She had no mercy though once she started. She ground her hips hard against mine, pushing herself down with enough pressure I could feel her clit pressed up against my body. I found myself wondering how I hadn’t felt that before when condoms don’t even cover that area, focusing in on anything I could that wasn’t the overwhelming sensation of her pussy squeezing hard around me.

Her hips lifted, slowly and reluctantly, not wanting to lose a single inch before driving herself down hard again. She rode me like the last horse out of dodge. Our hips would come together and she would grind hard against me again, then she would rise up only to come down hard again. I was certain she was going to leave bruises for me to find in the morning but it felt so damn good I didn’t care.

I have no idea how long she rode my like that, but eventually she grabbed my hands and put them on her hips begging to pull her down hard.

I did as she asked, my fingers grip growing tighter and tighter over time as I had to concentrate on anything I could to keep going. Sweat had built up on both of us, growls now started to escape my throat despite my attempts to quiet them, though it was just as much from exertion as it was from lust or sensation.

Megan kept her eyes squeezed shut the entire time until my rhythm broke for just a moment. Her eyes opened and she looked down to me with a grin. “Sorry babe.. I dont think my toy can keep up with you…” she panted into the phone. “We might break the poor thing if we keep this up…”

She nodded and let out a surprisingly innocent sounding giggle for a woman riding a dick. “Sorry but he says… not to stop.” And that was all the warning I had before he started pounding away again.

I broke within just a few seconds after that, the pace was just too much for me. M hands dug into her hips and tried to pull her down onto me as an orgasm spread over my body, instinct wanting to push myself as deep into her as possible while I came.

She didn’t stop though. She kept going, maintaining the frantic and desperate pace. “H-he’s cumming.” she panted but kept riding. I stated to see spots, by breath came out in rapid, almost fearful panting, my heart felt like it would tear itself apart in my chest but she kept going. “Fuck… he’s still cumming…” she declared. “No he’s not stopping he’s just.. I my god I can feel so much of it. Fuck.”

Just before I planted my feet to try and buck her off of me she finally stopped. Sweat matted her hair to her face, sweat glistened on her skin, and I was still pretty sure I was far more of a mess than she was at the moment. Her hips still jerked occasionally, but it was something I could handle a hell of a lot better than her riding at the moment. “Of course I did… you know how much I love feeling you cum inside me…” Her breaths were still fast, but she was starting to relax. “Yeah… I’ll get a picture. I think you broke him though… yeah, take a picture for me too. I want to see just how much you stored up thinking about me. I love you too.”

Megan hung up the phone, sliding up a little to do so, sending some more sensations along my already abuse length. I moaned as she sat up and slide herself all the way down again to hold me as deep as she could. I heard the shuttering of a disposable camera and suddenly snapped back. “Oh don’t be such a baby. You can’t be in that bad of a shape, you’re still hard.” she said, rolling her hips again a little.

“I think it’s stuck that way… you broke it.” I replied.

She rolled herself off me, camera still in hand as she snapped a picture of the mess that was my dick at the moment. “Well good then I’ll get more use out of it.”

“Please tell me you guys can develope film yourself.”

“Nope… not like it matters, your face isn’t going to be in any o them. Here, get a picture of me.” She said, handing me the camera, and laying on her back, arms over her head. Her knees parted, relaxed as she arched her back a little. I was momentarily distracted looking at the cum sliding down her lips onto the bed sheet already before shaking myself out of it and snapping the picture.

For the rest of the night Megan and I mostly sat and watched old movies, but would occasionally get back into it. I was allowed to be more active those times, though her husband called again later… and I found myself being used as a toy one more time before we finally fell asleep.

In the morning I woke up to Megan sucking me off one more time. I slid my hand into her hair like she seemed to like, pulling on it gently, and massaging her scalp now and again, but didn’t push her down.

It didn’t take her long to send me over the edge… and again she didn’t stop. My hips bucked up into her on their own, my breathing grew ragged and hoarse, but she kept going. Eventually the sensation of pleassure turned into pain, and I started to let out a string of curses, but she still didn’t stop. Finally panic set in and I found myself pushing her off as I continued to writhe for a few more seconds after she stopped.

“Shit dude! Are you okay? Don’t have a stroke! Shit don’t die in my bed!” Megan shouted in a panic.

“I’m fine. I’m fine just I think I got over stimulated, you kept going after I finished and I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“Wait you came?”

I tilted my head to Megan and started to wondr if she had a stroke. THings like that were usually pretty obvious. I nodded slowly. “Yeah…”

“Holy shit seriously?” She grinned. “You didn’t really cum… like I mean you didn’t fill my mouth with anything I thought you were jsut close.”

“No… I definitely finished.”

Megan put her hand on her hip and struck a pose. “I literally sucked you dry! I am a sex god!”

I still wasn’t sure entirely what was going on and shook my head. “Do you mean goddess?”

“Shut up whore. I’m a god I can call myself whatever I want. Oh right. Breakfast is ready.”

“Why am I worried I’m never going to live this down?” I sighed, failing miserably to get off of the bed. I have no idea where Megan got the energy to make breakfast,

“Because you’re a whore.” She added one more time, giggling mischievously.

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