Sarah helps Sadie practice her Marley lesson devotionally

I start laying the groundwork for a date with Louis that same evening. I have a date night stream playing Dream Sugar Daddy II. Before, I’d been nervous playing around with my audience as they obviously had set me up with a virtual stand in for Louis and had tricked me into a date with him. But now, I use that precedence to my advantage, teasing and flirting with the audience, dropping hints at how I want something like this ‘but IRL’ and ‘oh this is just like that date Prince Louis and I went on’. It didn’t take long before my plan snapped into action, with members of my audience going off to Louis’ channel to find him streaming Grand Larceny Vehicle VI and convincing him to come watch me play.

Having me be a complete flirt, having my audience cheering me and Louis on, and having Louis joining in on the fun and putting out as much sexual energy as I was, was both endearing and profitable. My audience ate it up and I put poll after poll in, with tippers getting a second vote, and made the night one of the best I’d ever had. Both in money earned, subscribers gained, and fun had. And of course, having Louis ask me directly for a date at the same moment my ‘Sugar Daddy’ asked me out in the game was icing on the cake.

After the stream, with me leaving my audience with a cliffhanger and not telling them when our date would be, I called Louis up and we chatted as we both shut down our streams. It was so good to just be me, just chatting and having a good time with Louis on the phone, that we ended up talking for over two hours. I can only imagine what Sarah thought exactly when she peeked in and saw me lying back on my bed in my nightgown, phone held up above my face as I giggled and stretched the piece of bubble gum out of my mouth as Louis serenaded me by singing Backstreet Boys’ ‘So Long As You Love Me’.

Louis initially wanted us to have a more traditional date, wanting to go out next Saturday. But beyond me not wanting to wait a week to go out with him, I didn’t want there to be crowds. I wanted us to have privacy. I wasn’t sure if I was going to put what Marley and I worked on to use or not, but if I was, I didn’t want a crowded restaurant, bar, or movie theater to dissuade me from proceeding. So instead, I find myself sitting at the vanity, applying my makeup, doing my hair, and trying not to freak myself out completely on Tuesday evening.

Sarah decided to help out in her own half teasing half sweet half creepy way. She made sure I got to ‘practice’ what Marley taught me in a devotional way. Saturday night was fine. Sitting on the bed with my phone propped up on my nightstand, holding the ‘Louis’ dildo next to me as the music played and I had to work him over. She even made it so that I had to first mimic getting him out of his pants before licking my hand and only then proceeding with the hand job. I guess that’s all she could get in the short amount of time. But give her a day…

Sunday night just as I was getting ready to lie down, assuming there wouldn’t be a devotional at all, I noticed the new box on my bed. Right as I went to unwrap the large pink bow, figuring Sarah must have snuck it in quietly while I was in the bathroom, my wrist buzzed calling my attention to the night’s devotional. After unwrapping the box, I was presented with what I assumed to be some kind of Japanese sex toy. It took just a bit for me to assemble its pieces, but it looked almost like it was designed specifically with Sarah’s devotional in mind. It laid on the bed, letting me sit on one side, anchoring the whole thing under my weight. The other side of the toy was a fairly realistic mold of a man’s body. At least from his mid thighs to his belly. Once I had the belly portion attached, it was like a half man sitting next to me. Oh, and of course attaching a new dildo, balls included, into the little nest of realistic feeling pubic hair.

With the assembly done and the phone set up, my devotional started telling me to ‘pull my boyfriend out of his pants’. I let the instructions sit there for a moment as I contemplated the two things about this sex toy that had my mind rolling faster and faster and faster. First was what I saw on the base of the dildo. It not only included the mounting mechanism, but an electrical connection and a tube. They all lined themselves up like a camera lens sliding on, but what could they be used for? Was the dildo powered? Was it going to move? Would it throb? And the tube… was it going to… to cum?

The second worrying thing was the fact that once I connected the belly to the hips, the whole thing started to make a little humming noise. It started to get warm. Even the dildo, once it was attached, started to warm up. When I finally bit my lower lip, reached over, and wrapped my fingers around the dildo’s shaft, I just shook my head and accepted that Sarah has gone to a lot of trouble to have me giving a sitting hand job to a dildo so realistic that it will be body temperature and probably move, twitch, and maybe even cum.

After mimicking getting the dildo out of it’s pants, I had to lick my hand. The devotional added to Marley’s instructions though by listening in and making sure I ‘hummed and moaned’ in an arousing manner as my tongue danced on my hand and I looked ‘at my boyfriend’. Once I started in on the hand job, the devotional added extras that would help put me in the mood. Yes, it was me doing the actions to myself instead of ‘my boyfriend’, but I still got the experience of someone feeling my breasts while I gave pleasure. And while it wasn’t the same as kissing ‘my boyfriend’ the devotional still had my caressing my own lips, giving me just the mental push of imagining a kiss. On top of these physical acts, the sounds of Louis poured out of the speakers. Just like when Sarah programed his voice and vocalizations while she was making love to me, I again hear him complimenting me on the pleasure I’m giving him. Telling me how pretty and sexy I am, how good I make him feel, how sexy my hand looks around him, how good my lips taste.

When it all came together, Louis’s grunting voice, the dildo inflating and throbbing in my hand, my one hand jerking it off and the other pinching my own nipple, ‘Louis’ came. Later, after I had time to think about it, after the fourth time experiencing it, I could actually hear the lifelike toy’s pump start working. But this first time it shooting its cum up like a fountain took me by complete surprise. Most of it landed right back down on my hand but a few shots landed on the toy’s belly, and one landed on its thigh.

Letting go of the toy I take a quick glance at my phone, smiling to myself as I contemplate chiding Sarah on her otherwise perfect plan. But without having me gather up a towel first, I have to break the momentum of repeating the devotional while i…. but the phone isn’t starting the devotional over or even telling me to go clean my hand up. Instead, it’s telling me to look at ‘my boyfriend’ to smile seductively, and to lick ‘his essence’ from my dainty hand.

I pause for quite a long time looking at the cum on my hand. I’m sure that no matter how resourceful Sadie is, that this isn’t real cum. But it’s certainly a close representation, especially since it’s warm. It’s thickness, its viscousness, its weight, and especially its heat, screams that it’s real. I know it’s not, that it can’t be, but… do I risk it? Do I lick what MAY be real cum off my hand?

Only when my phone screams at me as I held off too long to obey the devotionals instructions do I bring my hand up to my lips, look toward ‘my boyfriend’ and start licking his cum from my hand. After the first tentative, fearful, tiny lick, I relax and genuinely smile before going in for a second helping. It may look and weigh and ooze like cum, but it tastes like a donut’s cream filling. Once my hand is clean, the devotional making me show my whole hand to the phone as proof, it’s clear that Sarah put in extra time on the programing as it then has me bend over and ‘lick the cum’ from ‘my boyfriend’. Out of habit and for a little bit of stability my hand naturally grips the dildo as I lean over and lick the creamy treat from my boyfriend’s thigh and belly.

Finally, with everything cleaned up, the devotional finally starts over. On the second go I relax more into it as my initial fears and questions have been answered. Yes, ‘my boyfriend’ will throb and twitch and react. Yes, ‘my boyfriend’ will cum. And yes, I’ll have to lick up his cum. I make another mess on the second attempt and spend less time licking my hand clean and more time licking my boyfriend’s belly and thighs clean. On the third attempt I realized the extra benefits of the advanced toy’s motions and Louis’ pleasured vocalizations. Like in real life with Marley, I was able to predict when ‘my boyfriend’ was about to cum and was able to get my free hand up in time to catch it. More mess on my hands, none on ‘him’.

At the end of the fifth devotional, after finally seeing ‘Congratulations Princess, your nightly devotionals are complete. Sleep well!’, I moved the toy to the floor so that I could go to sleep. Just before lying down though, I returned to the toy and disconnected the belly portion, hoping that it would shut off the entire thing. I’d hate to find out how embarrassing it would be to explain to a fireman that a lifelike sex toy that I’d just jacked off five times had started a fire that burned down the house and left me in the front yard in my panties and nightgown.

Monday morning Sarah teased me after I asked what the ‘cum’ was made of, making me explain the whole devotional ordeal to her even though she programed it and likely watched it live. Only when she had me talking about it as though it were a real act and in the first person…. “I gave my boyfriend a hand job and after he came into my hands, I licked all of his cum off while making goo goo eyes at him”… did she admit it was an expensive cream that was sold by the toy manufacturer. I was close in believing it was Japanese made since it was made in Korea. Sarah wouldn’t tell me how expensive the toy was, but said it could be used for hand jobs, blow jobs, and even be ridden cowgirl style. That the ‘cum’ was medically safe for vaginal, anal, and oral use, including digestion. She also mentioned that the manufacturer highly recommended cleaning up the storage tank and tubing after each use and only using its patented formula to avoid clogging it up.

While she wouldn’t share the price of the toy, I finally got her to admit that cum cost about $20 per dose. So, the devotional last night cost Sarah $100. I should have realized price wasn’t a concern but at the time I figured it would be a rare use due to the cost. Instead, I had to get the toy cleaned up that day as it was used for a repeat devotional Monday night.

So, now sitting at my vanity, I can’t help but think of the seventeen hand jobs I’ve given. One through Marley’s slacks, one with Marley making out with me, five with my ‘Louis’ dildo, and ten with a toy that orgasmed and made me lick up its goo.

With my makeup and hair finally done, I stand up and look over myself in the mirror. I’d considered wearing the same little black dress I wore for Marley, but didn’t want to look out of place on a casual date. Instead, I picked out a funky long pink and purple patterned sarong skirt that if I stood still, covered my legs all the way down to my calves. But any breeze or movement and the slit spread apart showing off almost my entire left leg. I’m fairly sure Louis would love seeing it in action. I paired it with a purple halter top that still showed off some cleavage, but let my legs be the show for once, though it was also short enough to let my belly button ring twinkle and garner some extra attention. I finished it off with some dangly bracelets on my left wrist, an ankle bracelet on my right, and my rose gold choker and large hoop earrings from my night with Marley.

The final touch was a pair of slink back heels I borrowed from Sarah. I’m not sure if she was trying to tease me or not when she said I walked in them better than her.

I do a quick spin in front of the mirror and wouldn’t be able to wipe the smile off my lips even if I’d tried. Everything works together to make me look special. More dressed up than I normally am, but not formal attire. Hearing Louis’ ‘Vette pull into the driveway and roar his presence makes me giggle as I pick up my little purse and rush out to the living room where I see Sarah waiting for me. She pulls me in for a quick kiss to my cheek… this pretty pink lipstick is destined for Louis and Louis only… a quick slap to my ass, and a quick hug before turning me toward the door with a parting double meaning “Go on girl, you’ve kept him waiting long enough!”