I left my Stephen King novel at my girlfriend's house, so I went there expecting her to be out (I had my key). When I was inside, I heard a whirring noise, and some moans. I went to her room, and slowly opened the door. There she was, wearing a flimsy shirt but with nothing below, lying on the bed. She was nearing orgasm, ferociously fucking herself with a violet-colored vibrator. I smiled, then opened my zipper, and started jacking off without her knowledge. Jerking myself off, my keychain dropped to the floor.

She looked at me, shocked, and then she tauntingly beckoned with a finger. I rushed to her like a madman, with a madder penis which refused to get down. She then gave me a handjob, the best she has ever done. She stretched the skin of my shaft all the way to the head, and even over it. I almost passed out, she was so good. When I shot out my cum, she positioned her titties so that they would be sprinkled on. "Throw away the vibrator, my super-dick is here." She answered, "Much better if I take on both at the same time." Talk about multi-tasking in the 21st century.

Since then, we've always made it a point to start our sex with the vibrator. I'll watch her pleasure herself with the vibrator, getting her pussy all wet and ready for me. And then, with some teasing, she'd spread some of her juice on her hands before giving me a really tight, warm, and wet handjob!