Marc had finished his shift and was in the locker room getting ready to go home. He had taken a quick shower to remove the grime of the city, so he would come back clean and refreshed to Phoenix. Her face flashed in his mind, and he found himself smiling to himself. Since he was alone in the locker room, Marc grabbed his phone and swiftly combed through the contact list to Phoenix's name. He typed a fast "My shift is done, gorgeous. I am coming home soon. Are you still waiting for me?" He waited for a couple of seconds before her reply came, "I am, and I did what you asked from me. I did not touch myself, and to be honest, I am upset you asked me that because I want to do it." Marc chuckled and wrote back. "Good girl. You were very patient today, so you will be rewarded. I'll give you five minutes to put that toy inside, then I will use the more intense program on you since you've been good. I have the keys, so you would not need to move from wherever you are. Don't fight it. Whatever comes your way, don't ever fight it." He then slid his phone in his pocket and left the locker room.
He still remembered when they watched TV and an ad about a long-distance controlled wireless sex toy ran on TV. He looked at Phoenix and saw that she was quite entranced by the ad. He asked her if it was something she would want to try, and she confessed that she had toyed around with the idea and wanted to experiment with it with him. She wanted to give him complete control of her pleasure on nights he would come home late or during the weekends he was around, and wanted to tease her differently. He went along with the idea, and a week later, they received the toy and the instructions. It required a little bit of trial and error, but they eventually found what worked best for them. Marc enjoyed coming home to a messy and flustered Phoenix. Watching her literally throw herself at him the minute he crossed her threshold turned him on. She was akin to a vixen, an insatiable Aphrodite who was craving his cock, his touch, and his warmth.
He liked the way she was excited about it, to give up control to him, knowing he would never abuse it or try to harm her. She was delicate, in a way, and he handled her with care, something which Nix had never experienced before. He liked the way she was ravenous in her desire for him, perhaps hotter than when she was masturbating herself, because this time it was him doing it to her. He liked the way she was hot and wet and sweating from the pleasure the toy gave her. So as promised, once he reached the parking lot, he grabbed his phone again and noticed Phoenix replied, "Yes, Officer Flynn. I'm ready, and I'll wait for you. I'll be a good girl." She was ready, so he simply opened the long-distance controlled app. He looked at the programs and picked the most intense one.
At her apartment, Phoenix was anticipating Marc's app activation. She was on her couch, wearing her red nightgown. Her heels were digging at the edge of the couch, and her fingers were slowly running up and down her nightgown-clad breasts. She had been waiting for Marc since her shift ended and was having a hard time not giving in to her urges. It had been a couple of days since Marc last touched her. He was working on a case that had him work long shifts and exhausted him to the point that the only thing she could do was run him a bath and keep him cozy and comfortable so he could sleep well. Her arousal was off the charts, but he had told her that she was not to touch herself until he was done with his case. So she obeyed. She did not touch herself, and frustration grew over time. When he reached out to her, her heart skipped several beats, and she bit her bottom lip.
"Come on...Mon cœur...I'm waiting.... I'm fucking waiting..." She whispered, eyes closed, while her hands roamed over her ample chest. She had one leg resting on the armrest of the couch while the other was spread to the other side of the couch. She had closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip.
Then it hit her like a brick wall. He had activated the toy, and she knew that he would not stop until he was home. Traffic at this hour was still dense, so she knew that she had at least one hour of constant vibrations inside her. The program started with intense waves that shook her to the core and made her buck her hips against the air. Her soft moans tore up the silence that had settled in the living room, and she tried to keep her composure and nonchalantly slapped her hand onto the couch while the other squeezed her breast. "Marc.... Haaaan... it feels so good." She barely managed to moan; her legs were shaking, but she managed to keep them open, so if he ever walked into the room, he would see her splayed shamelessly for him. He would see how ready she was for him.
The waves of pleasure kept hitting her, relentless like the ocean waves crashing against the shore. Ten minutes in, and she reached her first climax. Unable to keep her screams from escaping her lips, she screamed while her body gave in. Her first orgasm was always powerful. After so long spent without touching herself, she could not help herself and squirted on her couch. Her hair was wet from the sweat slowly forming on her scalp, and she ran both hands through her hair while she shifted on the couch and found herself on her back, legs closed and feet on the couch. She felt hot, too hot to keep her nightgown on, so she pulled it over her head and tossed it on the floor. The program did not stop; it was now sending softer and slower vibrations, allowing the woman to take her breath back while still being stimulated. She wanted Marc to be on top of her, to bend his head down so he could kiss her.
She wanted his tongue to play with hers while his hips would keep pushing into her at a slow and lazy pace. Phoenix imagined his hot seed filling her up, while his cock, now semi-erect from his own climax, was still thrusting into her. Marc was hot. His voice was hot. His laboured breathing as he was trying to catch his breath was sending shivers down her spine. Nix's skin by then was covered in goosebumps. She had a thin layer of sweat covering her soft skin, and her pussy was puffy, soaked, wanting more. She wanted Marc to keep fucking her, to keep showing her how much he loved her. Her hips swayed, and before she knew it, she was kneading her other breast, pulling on her nipple with her fingers while the other hand rubbed her pussy.
Her grunts filled the room, and she slowly brought her hand to her erect clit. She rubbed it in circular motions, slow and lazy to match the speed of the toy, while her other hand was toying with her nipple. She loved the sensation of the toy and the fact that Marc was controlling her at a distance, keeping her at his mercy, was turning her on. Fuck! It felt good not to have to think too hard about what to do. She saw his face in flashes, the flushed cheeks when he was fucking her. She saw the smiles, the gentleness that came in the afterglow. He always knew how to care for her after he turned her into a messy puddle of nerves. He always knew how to reward her, how to comfort her, and how to bring her back to reality gently. How she loved him. Her eyes shot wide open as the thought crossed her mind. She loved him. Yes! She did! Yes, and the realization coupled with the vibrations picking up in intensity tore off a moan from the woman's lips.
She wanted him home by then. She needed him home, and her mind was filled with the sensation of his hands running over her smooth legs and finding purchase in her hips. She imagined him helping her turn around so she could get on her knees and rest her hands on the couch's armrest. He would ask her to arch her back so he could take her deeper, and he would stretch her from behind. She liked it when he took her like this. He could have a good view of her fat ass jiggling from his thrust. She could glance at him past her shoulder if she bent a bit more forward and turned her head and shoulders around. He could make her suck his fingers while she held onto the armrest for dear life. He could grab her breasts and squeeze and play with them, and on top of it all, he could take her so deep.
As she put herself in that position, Phoenix bounced her ass in the air. She pushed her ass back and forth as if she was the one fucking Marc. As he sometimes let her do when he stopped moving. He wanted to see her eager for him. He wanted to see her work his cock, and good god! She loved it. She could feel the delicious friction between her legs, coupled with the vibrations that were back to being hard. Nix's feet hit the couch as pleasure was starting to build up inside her. She tried to hold back, to make it last as long as possible, but she knew that she could not. His naughty words came to her mind as she remembered how he would tell her she was a good girl, that her pussy was wet for him and so hot, that she was tight, oh so fucking tight and yet she was taking him so well. She rolled her eyes deep into her eye sockets and slowly brought her left hand to her lips. She eagerly trapped the index and middle fingers between her lips and started to suck on them. Suck as if she was sucking Marc.
It was so much that she was overstimulated everywhere. She could feel her juices seep out of her wet, tight cunt and drip on the couch. It was only a matter of time before she squirted again, so when she did, her screams were muffled by her fingers, and she could feel her legs and the couch being ruined by her juices. It made her breathe heavily, and she pushed herself back to sit on her heels. She rocked her hips, slowly as the program changed back to a slower rhythm and low intensity again, allowing her to ride her orgasm out and take her breath back. Her skin was wet, drenched in sweat and juices. Her hair was wet and clinging to her neck and face. Her nipples were hard and a little bit painful from her playing too hard with them. So she only stroked her belly, her thighs, her neck and ran her fingers through her hair. The program started again, and she slid off the couch.
Phoenix was on the floor and barely managed to stand up. She was too hot, so hot that she needed to open the windows, but walking to them was so difficult. Her legs were threatening to give up on her with each step she made, but the teacher managed to open the windows, and the fresh air hit her skin, eliciting a moan from her while she barely held on to her feet. Meanwhile, Marc had finally arrived at the compound. He parked his car and jogged his way to the elevator. Mercifully, he turned off the app once he was inside the building so she would be able to take her breath back before he walked into her place. He was wondering how he would find her. What position, the state of her hair, the state of her skin, the eagerness in her face and the memories of the faces she used to make flashed before him. Eager to see her, tight in his pants already, he used the copy of her keys she gave him to open the door, walk into the apartment and close the door behind him. He dropped his backpack in the hallway and found Phoenix at the window.
"You're home!"
She dived into his arms and peppered his face with kisses. He wrapped his arms around her waist and noticed that she was shaking in his arms. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, and a smirk crept on his lips. " You're home! You're home! You're here!" She kept kissing him, and he carried her to the couch. The night was young, and he was far from being done with her.
-TBC-
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