Lockdown with Victoria and Angie Ch. 02

"Holy shit," she whispered as she used her finger to wipe off her cheek, followed by a nice display as she licked that same finger clean. "Do you always cum this much?"

"No," I admitted. "Apparently you bring it out of me."

She smiled as she seductively continued to lick herself clean.

"I feel bad," I told her. "Why should I be the only one to benefit?

"It's not about that. It's about you marking me as yours." She smiled at me as a trail of my sperm dripped down her chin into her tits. "You like it, don't you? I'm not going to let you take a picture. But I am going to stay like this today for as long as you want."

My only response was a smile of my own.

Two days later I handed her a box that was gift wrapped. "This is for you."

"Aww, shucks! For me? What could it be?" She took the box and shook it. "It's too small to be your dick."

She opened it and found a tiny egg. "A vibrator?" She pulled it out and played with it. "How do I turn it on?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out."

She raised an eyebrow. "You'll have the remote?"

"Yep."

"But when do I wear it?"

"All the time. Unless I tell you otherwise. The battery lasts for up to twelve hours of continuous use. I figure that will be about right for a charge once a day."

"Gee, mister! You want me to be vibrating 12 hours a day?"

"We'll see. You can put it in now."

I waited until her sister got home and the three of us were watching What We Do In The Shadows. We had finished dinner and were relaxing when I returned from the bathroom. I had just turned on the vibrator setting to the first level out of five.

It was silent, and I almost questioned whether Angie still wore my present until she gave me the same eyebrow raise as before.

I waited until an awkward sex scene between the vampires that was played more for laughs than anything and I turned up the level to two. Once again, I could hear no sound. After a minute Angie sat up to reposition herself, but she didn't look at me. After the scene, I turned it back down to the first level.

Again I waited, this time until it seemed she had forgotten the foreign object vibrating inside her. In the next episode there was another awkward sex scene and I turned it up to a three. This instantly got a reaction as Angie turned to give me a look that said, "what are you doing to me?"

The scene ended and there was a quiet moment where I listened for any sound. When I tested it out, this was the level where I could hear the vibration clearly, but now that it was tucked away in Angie it seemed to absorb all the sound.

Again I turned it back down, but this time only to the second level.

We switched back to Letterkenny. I waited for more traditional romantic moments, but none came. Instead, I decided to turn it up a notch every time Bonnie McMurray appeared on the screen. This earned me an eye roll.

Finally, during an extended scene, I turned up the vibration to the fourth level.

Angie instantly shifted in her seat, grabbing a pillow and putting it in her lap as she tried to grip it subtly. She seemed to be deliberately avoiding looking in my direction. I listened for a quiet moment to hear how loud it was, but it turned out I didn't have to wait.

"Is that the fridge?" Victoria asked.

"I think so," Angie managed to say without sounding too unusual.

"It's loud," Victoria observed.

"Yeah it is," Angie agreed.

I waited ten seconds before turning it back down. Angie gave me a death glare.

I headed into my bedroom. When I was about to undress I felt a hand reach into my pocket. I spun around, facing my attacker.

"Where is it!" Angie asked.

"What?"

"The remote! I know it was in your pocket!"

"I'll never tell."

She reached into my pocket again, digging around and brushing against my manhood but otherwise coming up empty. Apparently, she didn't consider the phone in my hand.

"That's for me to control," I told her. "Now go back to your hole before your sister gets out of the bathroom and finds you feeling me up."

When I gave Angie a quick hug, I whispered in her ear. "And don't take it out."

Her eyes widened as I smirked.

That night I made every effort to wind up Victoria with extra foreplay, trying to get her as vocal as possible. I left the vibrator on the first setting until she began to moan, then I reached under my pillow to my phone to turn up the volume button one notch. This was connected to the app that controlled Angie's vibrator, turning her up to level two.

After giving her an extra slow-building orgasm with my tongue, I climbed on top of her to give her slow, deep deliberate strokes. As her moaning increased I brought Angie up to level three.

Again I took my time, bringing my girlfriend with me as I neared orgasm.

I took a breather, returning between her thighs to attack her clit, causing her to moan even louder than before. Once I lost my immediacy, I climbed back up to thrust into Victoria with abandon, fucking her as hard as I could as I turned up the vibrator to level four.

The headboard shook against the wall (I may have moved it earlier) as Vicky screamed, the sounds of our bodies slapping together filling the room as I held out as long as I could.

Victoria came as loud as I had ever heard her, and I added my own grunts into the mix as we both came.

The sound of wind filled my ears as if we were riding on the roof of a moving train, and my toes squeezed as I finished the long delayed orgasm I'd been building up for. I kissed my girlfriend and rolled off of her before turning off the app and laying back on my side of the bed. Vicky's labored breathing quickly turned into light snoring as my phone lit up with a new Snapchat.

"I can't believe you found the technology to make me cum the hardest in my life without even being in the same room," it read.

I send back an evil smile.

"I wish I could use technology to tease you, too," Angie continued. "Oh, wait. I can."

Three new picture messages.

The first one was one of the saved photos she mentioned. She was topless, and she was breathtaking. She was in her old house where she lived before moving in with me.

The second one was from a few days ago. She was naked in my bathroom and the size difference was impressive. She was standing at a similar angle as the previous picture, bending and thrusting her ass out to the side as she took the picture at an angle that made her tits look even bigger than they were. In the second picture she didn't need it. Her rack was massive, hanging off her proudly as her brown nipples aimed up to the camera. In the second picture, she had written in the mirror in lipstick. It read, "Property of Dan."

If that wasn't enough to wake up my exhausted libido, there was a third picture.

This one wasn't quite so well framed, and seemed more rushed. But to me, it was the hottest one yet. She was naked, and she was dripping from the double load I'd given her yesterday. Her face was covered and she was only able to see through one eye. It was in her hair and causing the majority of her sizable rack to glisten. But the hottest thing was her smile. It was remarkably innocent, looking out of place on a girl that looked so dirty.

"Fuuuuuck," I responded.

"Want to help me take a selfie like that again tomorrow?" She sent me.

The next morning I woke up to find Victoria gone and Angie in her place.

"Fuck," she said, extending the word like my message had.

"Hey! You can't be here. We agreed."

"Relax. I'm feeling so satisfied right now that I would totally reject your advances."

"So you liked your present?"

She giggled. "Uh, yeah."

"I'm glad. Did you need to work yourself also?"

"Probably not. At least not when it was on the highest setting. But I did anyway, of course."

"That wasn't the highest setting."

"What."

"Think you could handle more?"

She stared at me before laying her head back down on the pillow. "Fuuuuuck."

She stared at the ceiling. "Good thing my hair is the same color as your girlfriend's."

"It is indeed."

"You know what? Maybe I could actually sleep in here again tonight without worrying about jumping your bones in the middle of the night."

"Is that why it's been over a week?"

"Obviously."

"So all you needed was an assisted orgasm?"

"More like three assisted orgasms."

"Really?"

She only smiled at me. "Hey, do you mind if I take a nap here next to you?"

"Only if you promise to reject my advances. You know I'm helpless to resist you when you're topless."

"Oh, that's just in case you want to fuck them again."

"Yeah?"

She smirked as she used her elbows to bring her generous endowments together. "Ready when you are, big boy."

I promptly climbed on top of her.

"Ever fuck J cups?" She asked me.

"Are you? How do you know?"

"I don't. I just like getting a reaction. Although, I'd say they are pretty close to the size of that redhead you showed me, wouldn't you?"

I only grinned at her as I thrust into her cleavage. After a couple of strokes she stopped me. "Does that feel good? There's a lot of friction."

I nodded. My vocal skills seem to have left me again.

"Just put it in my mouth," she said. "I'll make it wet."

"But that's like a BJ," I found my words.

"Nah, it's just to save me from having to get up and grab oil or lotion. Please? I'm comfortable."

I pushed forward hesitantly as she used her hand to pull me into her mouth. She used her tongue to coat me, bobbing her head and sucking as she used her hand to show her skill. I sensed that she was acting more out of reflex than meaning to show off, but I moaned anyway to show my pleasure.

She looked up at me, looking guiltier than I would have expected as she stopped moving. There was a pause as we stared into each other's eyes for a moment before she resumed, sucking and twirling her tongue around my head as I gasped.

Her lips smiled around my dick as she sped up, gagging as she took me into her throat. She used her hand to fondle my balls, feeling them harden and pull inside me as I unleashed a torrent straight into her throat with no warning. She gagged again and began to cough as I continued to shoot directly into her airway as she tried to take a breath.

I pulled back out of her, unloading on her face as she sputtered and coughed up everything in her throat, covering herself as I continued to spray her.

She gasped, tears streaming down her face and mixing with the other liquids into a gooey mask. Finally, she caught her breath and, much to my relief, her tits bounced all over the place as she shook with laughter.

"Holy shit," she said as she licked some of the cum off her face and swallowed it. "Does that always happen when someone is simply trying to give you a little lubrication?"

"Apparently."

"Seriously! You couldn't have lasted two minutes."

"You got skills," I admitted. "And I really wish I didn't know that."

"Yeah, well. Now you do."

"Now I do, indeed."

She turned her head and lay on the pillow. "Well, goodnight!"

I thought she was joking but soon heard light snoring not unlike her sister's. I closed my eyes, falling asleep instantly.

Angie did the laundry, cleaning my sheets so we didn't have to explain why the pillow had the crusty imprint of a face in it. She told her sister it was because she planned to sleep in our bed and wanted clean sheets for the night. It wasn't untrue.

We slept soundly that night, all three of us satisfied from the night before (and me from that morning).

In the morning, Angie got up before her sister and didn't return when she left. I thought that was wise.

Three days later I surprised Angie with another gift.

"Another one? You aren't supposed to give more gifts to your girlfriend's sister than to her, you know."

"This one came from the same package," I told her. "So technically, it's the same gift."

"Oh, okay!" She opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out and closed her eyes.

"Not that package," I protested.

She gave me her raised eyebrow look that I was rather fond of. I didn't mention to her that I tried to earn that look at least once a day for fear that she would withhold it.

She opened the box to find a cone-shaped object.

"A buttplug?"

"Kind of. It also vibrates."

She gave the look again.

"They are meant to be worn at the same time."

"Shit," she whispered. "Can we use this tonight?"

"Of course," I said as she jumped in my lap and covered me in kisses. This was happening a bit too often lately. Same thing with the BJs.

"I have a present for you, too." She told me after several minutes of making out with me.

"Oh? Are you going to stop wearing clothes?"

She ignored my question. "It's also something nerdy. And I think you'll be proud of me. You'll probably also call me smart."

"Consider me intrigued."

She held up her phone. On the screen was a map showing the local city. There was a dot in the middle labeled Vicky.

"She's on my plan," Angie explained. "so I can keep track of her with the GPS without her knowing. That means she isn't going to come home on her lunch break early and catch us fooling around."

"So we have a thirty-minute window," I observed.

"I found a way to alert me as soon as she's five miles away."

I kissed her. "You're a genius."

"I know, right? But just so we're clear, this isn't an excuse for us to do anything else. This is only to make sure we don't hurt my sister."

"Agreed." I kissed her again. "Well then. I guess it's my turn."

I flipped her back on the couch, pulled down her shorts, inserted her new toy and turned it on before licking between her thighs.

Oh. Yeah, we did that now too. It was only fair.

A week later, I got another package. This one was for me. Okay, it was also for both of the girls living with me.

Twice now, Victoria had tried to bring me back for a second round unsuccessfully. I still did my best to satisfy her, able to last longer and make sure she reached her satisfaction, but the two loads in her sister's stomach that day meant I was at my limit for the night.

The package was a bottle of Cialis, meant to keep me harder on demand for a week at a time. I didn't tell either sister about it, figuring I would let them find out for themselves.

Victoria loved it. She even commented that I felt bigger, and just for fun the next day I measured myself and found that the extra hardness did in fact give me almost a full inch extra. I wore her out to the point where she was limping on her way out the door. It was the first time that happened since our first month of exploring.

Angie also loved it, but not in the way I expected. Besides aiding in hardness and recovery, the pill also seemed to make me last longer. She took this as a challenge, making a mess of her face as tears smeared the makeup she'd put on specifically for the occasion.

She took me to the back of her throat, laying back on my bed with her head hanging off the edge as I fucked her face. She seemed to get off from the choking, loving it when I would toss her around and take her forcefully, especially when it was a surprise.

Today was nearing the half-hour mark and I was starting to feel a bit sorry for the girl. The throat isn't meant to bulge with hard cock for that long.

She sensed my hesitation and pushed me away.

"Don't hold back," she told me. "I want you to use me."

"I'm all about the using," I told her. "Not so much the abusing."

"That's because you haven't tried."

This must have earned her a raised eyebrow. I wondered if she was trying to earn that look from me once a day also.

"Come on, I want you to destroy my throat."

"I'm pretty sure I have," I told her. You sound like you smoke two packs a day right now."

"Is it sexy?"

"Yeah, kinda."

"Good. Now I want you to spit on my face."

"Beg your pardon?"

"You love it when my face is glistening. Now, make it happen, Captain!"

"I'm not-"

"Please, Daddy?"

She giggled as she watched me return to full hardness. "That's funny to watch upside down."

I took my dick and rammed it back into her mouth. She gagged, making it sound even more gruesome for the effect. She let me fuck her throat for a minute before pointing at her face and saying what I guessed to be "spit on me" in a muffled voice.

I didn't say anything. I only made the hacking sound in the back of my throat. She raised her eyebrows at me in encouragement, so I took my saliva and spat it on her face.

She moaned before slapping herself in the cheek. I must have reacted the way she wanted because she did it again. I began fucking her face even harder than before, watching her throat bulge almost all the way to her collarbone.

Damn, I thought to myself as I marveled at what I felt when I was fully hard. After another full minute, I pulled back out of her. She gasped, sucking in air for her lungs.

"Shit, Angie! Are you-"

"Yes! Choke me, Daddy!"

She gripped my cock and continued to jerk me off.

"I know you're ready to cum, Daddy! Where do you want to do it? Deep in my throat so that I'm walking around with your cum sloshing around in my belly all day? Or are you going to pull out and cover my face in your spunk? You probably have enough for my tits too, don't you?"

She felt me get even harder. She was about to open her mouth when we were interrupted by her phone.

"Shit! That's her!" Angie said as she recognized the notification sound. "She'll be here in five minutes!"

Her evil smile returned. "So where are you going to finish?"

"Face," I said weakly.

"Tell me. Command me."

"Your face."

"Yes! Do it!" She sped up her movement. "Fuck my throat one more time and then cover your girl!"

She guided me back into her mouth where I thrust fully, causing her to choke as I fucked her hard and fast. I reached orgasm soon after, pulling out and releasing a huge load to cover the girl.

She sat up, coughing and gasping as she tried not to drip all over my bed.

"Thank you, Daddy."

She got and ran to the bathroom, dropping cum all along her path as she turned on the shower.

I hurried to get dressed, returning to my office but leaving the door open.

A minute later I heard the front door. "Hey! I'm home! They sent me home early."

I walked out of my office and gave her a hug. "Is that bad?" I asked.

"I don't think so. Although I might have fewer hours this week unless I want to work the late shift."

"That's cool," I said. "It would give us more time together. Or at least with your sister if I'm still working."

"That's true."

"Or, if you work later, it wouldn't change much. I could just adjust my work schedule."

"That's right! I forgot how flexible your work is. I still don't understand what you do."

"Just like everyone else these days, I work from home. I was ahead of the curve. "

Angie walked out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her and another one on her head.

"Hey, sis!"

Angie looked surprised. "Vicky! What are you doing home early?"

"I was just telling Dan about it. Hey, what happened to your voice? It's super raspy."

"Hopefully not the covid!" Angie said cheerfully.

"Don't say that! Because it would mean that I gave it to you."

"Not necessarily. I still go out shopping."

"Alright, will you go get dressed please, Angie? My boyfriend doesn't need you hanging around in a towel all day."

"Two towels, "Angie reminded her. "I'm covering up my hair, and that's my best asset. Right, Dan?"

I had told her that this morning. Was she looking for another punishment?

"Totally," I mumbled. "As long as you cover your hair, that's the important part."

"I swear, Angie. You take more showers now than you did before quarantine."

"That's because I didn't use to sleep on a futon and need warm water to fix my damn back."