*Ding dong*
The bell rang just as I stepped out of my work shoes, prompting me to switch to a pair of slippers before I made my way to Anna, in the unit right next to my apartment. As previously agreed, I did not have to knock, nor call out to her, to enter her place. Once the door clicked shut, I turned into the kitchen to my hands, then drying them with a piece of kitchen paper. Upon reaching her bedside, in front of her watchful eyes, I then drew a sheet of alcohol wipe and used it over my hands, and in between every crevices of my fingers. Once that was done, did I get on my knees at her bedside.
With some help from the nightlight, I spotted her white, rabbit vibrator lying right next to her legs. No more words were needed once I nudged her thighs apart, reaching one hand to her pussy that was already moist. With my middle finger, I gently massaged her clit in a circular motion, while my eyes stay affixed on her increasingly droopy eyelids. On my fingertips, I could sense her getting wetter as she grew warmer. Her knees had fallen to their widest point and I slid my palm lower down her groin, fingers positioned just right to dip a joint into her pussy.
Of course, another clause prevented me from just straight up finger her. I made long, slow lines along her slit until she was abundantly lubricated, and almost losing control to ‘just push my fingers in’. I held the tip of the vibrator to her pussy and began teasing her with it instead, tickling just her outsides and the clit. As expected, she couldn’t take any more of the tease and pulled my toy-arm in, gliding that soft plastic dildo into her.
A gasp, then a groan, followed. I carefully slid the toy out, let her sigh, and then pushed it back in, skilfully catching her off her guard and breaths each time. It was a slow and sensual pace, one that I thoroughly enjoy to watch as she struggled to maintain her composure, amidst the overpowering waves of pleasure. More juices started leaking out of her as her hips began descending on the toy, angering me slightly at her attempts to override my tempo. Like punishing a misbehaving teenager, I let her pussy ‘expel’ the dildo out of her and grinned at her unsatisfied pouting expression.
Nonetheless, I had a duty to replace it (back inside her) since I was just there for her enjoyment. I switched the rotating-vibrating function on and kept the rabbit ears on her clit, letting the toy do the rest of the work while I embarked on the last part of my ‘job’. To keep the toy in – and to resist any of her attempts to yank it out, no matter how sensitive she got. Since there were no other adjoining (housing) units right next to ours, she was free to moan as loud as she needed to. Her head sunk deep into the pillows, stiffened arms with bedsheets clenched in both firsts, toes curling in and out, belly rising and collapsing, hips rising and falling, the build up was most discernible in her pussy, which I had to ‘exert’ more effort to keep the spinning toy inside of her.
It was at that moment, when she bit down on her lips, flipped her head back, and legs began to shiver, did I let the toy pop ‘naturally’ out of her, instantly releasing all the stress and orgasm that had built up. Her body went into a mini convulsion which I was no stranger to, and my presence allowed her to climax as hard, and for as long, as she wanted to.
Minutes after, her body calmed down, though still riddled with tiny tremors, I gently placed the ears of the rabbit on her clit again. Then as her eyes shut, I clicked on the vibrating function, and sent her into another round of torture. Her knees went up immediately, but failed to shut thanks to my quick reaction, pinning an elbow on her inner-knee while the hand on the same arm held her other knee up. Her pleas went unheeded as her back arched in and out, fingers cramping up as another round of orgasm hit her hard.
I immediately pulled the toy away and watched her fall into another abyss, eyes rolling back this time as her mouth gasped soundlessly. Perspiration had formed on her forehead, as tears flowed across her temples. This time, she did not just let herself lay where she ended up. She blindly grabbed for her blanket and covered herself up as she curled into a fetal position.
By then, I knew my work was done, and it was time to pack up. I cleaned her dildo, placed it back in her toy box, tucked her in proper, and drew a smiley on that date on her wall-mounted, monthly-calendar. Once everything was back in place, I went back to her side, plugged her phone in, and turned the nightlight off.
(she whispered) ‘fuck you for today.’
I knew exactly what she meant, and I made sure my footsteps were loud enough for her to hear, that I had left.
Just like the button to the doorbell that was right by her bed, the receiver-unit of the doorbell, was plugged in a wall not too far from me.