It all started on Valentine's day a quite a few years ago. April and Drew were a young couple, both in their late 20s just out of law school trying to establish themselves as upstart lawyers. A young couple who met at university. He was from a blue-collar family the first to graduate collage he had attended a very small prestigious university on a full academic scholarship. She came from a very prim and proper white bread world. Her family name was on the outside of the school's library. Her father had gone to that school and his father before that and so on. She was cute, 5'5" perfect blond hair, creamy white skin, Blue eyes and a delicate face with white teeth and adorable dimples. April could have had any boy she wanted at that school. and by many accounts she had had most of them. She met Drew, maybe she was drawn to his small-town honesty, or that he was big, 6'5" about 230 and built like a tractor, Drew had been raised in the country, he was sweet, honest, smart, and kind, so although they were an unlikely couple, none of their friends at school were surprised why they were drawn to each other. After graduating and each of them passing the Bar. April had a job as a Junior Attorney with a large firm, a comfortable job daddy set up for her. Drew was with a small firm that appreciated his talent and drive, but he worked hard and worked long hours. The couple had a small but nice loft in the trendy part of town and things were going well for them. They were both healthy young and had a nice active but very vanilla love life, at least until that Valentine's day.
The evening started with a nice dinner at an upscale trendy restaurant. Each of them had had too much to drink, they were feeling romantic, April was feeling exceptionally naughty. Over dessert she decided it was time to step things up with her loving boyfriend. She leaned over the table toward him showing him her perfect breasts and whispered, "Take me home and make me your fucktoy."
Drew turned as red as the strawberries on the plate. "I love you sweetheart; I am not sure I could do that to you."
Settling back in her seat. "Please, I want you to, I promise you won't hurt me." She pouted as he was signing the check and ordering an Uber. On the ride home she snuggled up with him and tried to pull him out of his vanilla shell. "Are you sure you don't have a dirty fantasy you want me to do for you. Don't you ever watch porn, isn't there something that you've seen you would want to do?"
That seemed to do the trick as she could see a slight smile come over his lips. "There is something I would like to do, but it's dirty, really dirty," he said.
"Anything," she replied, immediately. She snuggled into his chest as the car pulled into their little neighborhood. She squirmed in her seat excited for whatever kink her boyfriend had in store for her.
When they got through the front door, she stripped off her dress and spun around in just her bra panties and heels. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked all excited.
"Hold on honey", he said" why don't you sit on the couch, oh and take off your panties?"
"Yes, Sir!" she said as she slid her fingers under her waist band and stepped out of them before he could even get his sportscoat off.
"Someone is ready to go." he commented as he sat in the armchair across from her. She frowned and asked if he was going to join her on the sofa. "Nope" he replied, "I will be over here. It is my fantasy after all." She smiled and got all giddy again fighting the urge to touch herself as she was now naked for him except her bra and heels.
"What do you want your fucktoy to do for you sir?" she asked eagerly.
He settled into the oversized leather chair and looked over to her, "well, you asked about pornography. I once watched a video where a pretty girl opened her legs and made herself cum for the camera. It was very sexy."
"You want to watch while I play with myself" she asked, "should I use one of my toys for you?"
Drew was thrown by the idea that his girlfriend had toys for this type of thing but tried to look like it was totally normal to him. He smiled and said, "if you want".
April sprinted off to the bedroom and came right back with a purple vibrator and without her bra. She jumped back on the couch and pushed the 6 inch vibrator right inside her with a little moan. She looked at Drew turned the handle and started it buzzing inside her. She cooed and looked at him holding eye contact with him as the buzzing toy started to stir her core. The idea of her boyfriend watching her, and her cumming for him like a slut had her on edge almost before she started. She moved held the toy inside her pussy and moved her free hand to the clit and began to rub herself. She could see he was enchanted but what he was watching, yet he never looked at her hands or her pussy. His eyes locked on her face, watching her as she approached her orgasm. She did not know if 10 seconds had gone by, or ten minutes, she started to pant and writhe on the toy inside her. She looked at him and grunted out, "Let me cum sir!"
He looked at her and simple said, "of course, cum when you're ready."
With that she pushed the toy a bit deeper inside her and rubbed her clit until her body released and she had one of the most powerful orgasms she had had in quite a long time. She collapsed on the couch in a puddle of her own juices and before she could catch her breath Drew was on top of her and pushing big cock into her drenched and open pussy. "Oh, my goodness you are so wet honey" He shifted into a gear she did not know he had and started to fuck her in a way she had always dreamed of. Her kind and gentle boyfriend was using her, using her as his fucktoy, and she could not be happier. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled her hips up into him, offering her pussy and womb to his cock. He pushed himself deep inside her, taking her legs on his shoulders and folding her as he pushed himself down on her. He we in her deep and fucking her hard. It was less about making love and more about his using her body to make himself cum. She came while he fucked her, and again when he filled her with his warm and substantial load. They kissed and held each other before getting some water and heading to the bedroom where they cuddled, made love, and both drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, he got up early ran on the treadmill, took a shower got dressed and kissed her before he left for work. She was on cloud 9 and did not get out of bed for another hour. It was the day after Valentine's day they would have to know she would be a little late today. Surprisingly, they did not talk about what happened that evening, nor did they talk about it the next day. It was almost two weeks before he mentioned it, as she was determined not to seem too desperate and be the one to bring it up. One night over dinner he casually announced, "Hey, do you remember what we did on Valentine's day, you know, after dinner?"
She smiled and felt week in her knees just thinking about it. "Yes, I think I do she said with a knowing smile."
He stopped eating and looked up at her, "I was just surprised you had a toy; I have been wondering, how often do you do that?"
"Do what" she said coyly.
"You know," he said, "how often do you play with yourself; I mean I know I work a lot of hours and you are asleep when I come home. Not that I mind if you do, I have just been wondering."
She smiled and bit her lower lip a bit, "I don't know maybe four five times a week, maybe six sometimes. I assume you jack off to porn when you come home, and I am asleep."
He stopped eating and seemed taken aback, "Six? that is like every day," he said somewhat surprised.
Embarrassed she said, "What, you don't jack off when I am not up. You know if you wanted to wake me up, I would suck you off." She said with a smile.
"No, no, it's not that" he said, I guess I am just a little surprised at the frequency."
"It's not like I have a problem sweetheart" she said with an awkward smile, "It's not like I am addicted or anything!"
"Are you sure," he asked kind of half kidding.
"Of course, I am sure, I don't have to do it that much," she retorted, "I am sure you do it more than I do."
"I doubt that," he said, "I could go a month and not do that."