I lay on my back, legs parted wide, a towel beneath me. I had always been messy, and I knew that this evening would be no different. I was nude as she had requested, excitement brewing deep within me.

“Are you okay, darling?” Kat asked in her cooing tone. I felt the bed dip just slightly as she clambered onto it. She smelt of a musky oud, a hint of vanilla – it was utterly addictive.

“Yes, just nervous,” as I said this, I bit down on my lip, feeling her hands trail up my inner thighs. Kat was skilled and meticulous; her fingertips barely grazed my shaven mound. Without looking at her, I could hear her jovial tone. “Nervous, darling, why? You have no need to be nervous around me, you know I’ll look after you.”

Her fingers trailed closer, and I inhaled sharply. A soft thumb brushed my labia, so slow, so teasing.

“You are already wet,” she pointed out, which caused my cheeks to flush. “I-”she stopped me, shaking her head. “I only want to hear you sing for release my dove.” Oh gods, she knew how to make me feel weak at the knees.

Sitting cross-legged, she reached for me, pulling me closer so my ass lifted off the bed and perched on her lap, bringing my cunt closer to her for ease. I was already throbbing, the dull pressure in my abdomen. I knew what was coming, and no preparation could help.

The room filled with the buzz of the Hitachi Magic Wand, a toy that was both my enemy and my god, the device my cunt wept and worshipped too. It was on a low setting, but that would be enough to tip me over the edge with the level of arousal I was feeling. All of a sudden, I felt it against my cunt, just barely there, enough to pull a mewl from my chest.