Alternative methods

A few months after that night of debauchery, she found her cravings getting particularly bad. In a **** attempt to prevent herself from relapsing by hiring a cab and travelling straight to that side of town, she downloaded a dating app with the hopes that the real thing might take her mind off of what she desired most, but knew to be indecent. Besides, now that her divorce was finalised, she would need to start dating again at some point. It wasn't hard for her to get plenty of matches, making sure she only ever swiped AFTER she had finished masturbating, so as not to let her horny mind skew her towards... a certain type of man.

After a bit of dating around, she managed to find a sweet guy who reminded her of her husband back before he turned out to be a cheating dirtbag. They went out for some nice dinners and took long walks together, talking about anything and everything. She enjoyed speaking with him so much that it even took her mind off of the 'dark' fantasies that usually occupied her thoughts. Of course, this wasn't just because of their interesting conversations. She would always make sure to use one fo her favourite toys at home to make herself cum until her pussy was too sensitive to touch. Just as a failsafe to ensure she didn't let her horniness get the better of her and have her putting out too early into their relationship. She didn't want him to get the idea that she was some kind fo slut (ignoring that one night where she had increased her body count by roughly two dozen, of course).

Eventually, their relationship gets to the point where she can no longer come up with any valid reasons why he can't come over to her place or vice versa. She makes sure to hide away the ever growing collection of toys that she's built up, all in black of course. After a nice dinner out, the two of them head back to her place to do the deed. Her new boyfriend hardly wastes any time working her out of her dress, seemingly pent up after she made him wait a month for this.

When she prepares his cock with her mouth, she can't help but use the techniques she was taught by Val and various men that one night. When her new boyfriend compliments her talents, she holds her tongue as to how she learnt to give such a good blowjob. Despite her oral technique being so good, he hardly has her blowing him for a minute before he moves things onto the next stage.

His cock slips right into her with ease, his size disappointing to Emily after her pussy had been resized to fit BBC a few months ago, maintained further by her use of some seriously large toys in the time since. She desperately hopes that he doesn't comment on how loose she feels whilst he's inside of her. Thankfully, he doesn't say anything of the sort. He hardly spends more than a couple minutes inside of her before he pulls out and shoots his load on her belly.

"Ugh, that was amazing." He says, flopping onto her bed alongside her.

"Yeah... that was so good." Emily says, doing her best to mask her disappointment in her voice.

Things had barely lasted long enough for her to get worked up. The little arousal that she had felt had come from her mind wandering back to that fateful night where she had been shown a whole new world of pleasure. The only thing her new boyfriend had managed to achieve with regards to her pleasure was get her horny enough to want to use one of her toys.

"I'm just gonna go... wash off." She says, making her way to the bathroom.

Once inside, she locks the door and gets the water to the shower running. However, before she gets inside, she opens her vanity cupboard and retrieves one of her toys that she hid away earlier. It's a thick, black dildo, a whole foot in length, with a suction cup on the base. Perfect for use in the shower (as she had tested many times before). She licks her lips as she carries it into the shower, **** for what she's about to do next. She drops it to the floor of the shower, making a loud thud as it lands from how heavy it is. Emily bites her lips as she squats down onto it, using her hand to guide the tip into her aching pussy. She lets out a soft whimper as it stretches her open, it's girth finally satisfying her lust. This was the kind of size that she had been reshaped for a few months ago.

Slowly, she starts squatting up and down on it in the shower, the water combining with her pussy juices to provide plenty of lube. With one hand she rubs her clit, heightening her pleasure further. She's slightly angry at herself for foolishly not stashing away a vibrator too, having been too worried that her new boyfriend might hear her using it. She uses her other hand to covers her mouth in order to mask her moans in a **** attempt to prevent her new boyfriend on the other side of the door from hearing what she's up to.

It took her almost fifteen minutes to finally make herself cum on that giant black dildo. She had foolishly left her phone on her bedside table, leaving her without any visual stimulus to help her cum. She instead had to rely on her imagination, vividly recalling the time she spent entertaining a group of black men in their garage, pretending she were bouncing on one of their cocks instead of the silicone toy between her legs. The combination of having her pussy stretched by the toy, along with her hand on her clit and the filthy thoughts of getting gangbanged by a group of black men is enough to finally make her finish.

"MmmM!" She squeaks in a momentary lapse of focus, as her pussy squirts all over the shower floor.

"Everything ok in there?" Her new boyfriend calls out to her.

"Yep! Almost... finished!" She calls back, having to focus hard on not letting her voice betray the fact she's cumming all over a big black dildo.

When her orgasm finally comes to an end, she can't help but yearn for another. However, so as not to bring on too many questions, she pushes back her desires and finishes up in the shower, hiding away her toy for later use. Perhaps she could sneak away again once he was asleep.

"You take long showers." Her boyfriend teases as she exits the bathroom in nothing but a towel.

"What can I say, I like to feel clean after... you know. Especially before I go to sleep, you know?" She says, with a smile, her mind drifting back to when she had slept on a stranger's couch covered in sweat, cum, piss, drool and **** after getting gangbanged for several hours straight.

"Yeah, I can understand that." He says as she snuggles up beside him in bed.

The two of them lie there in silence until Emily finally starts to hear him snore. Once convinced he's fast sleep, she sneaks out the front door to her apartment, still dressed in nothing but a towel. Hopefully none of her neighbours were out in the hall this late at night, but for her it was worth the risk. Once outside, she sneaks down into the garage, making her way to her car. Once inside, she opens the glove box to retrieve yet another stashed toy. This one was a hyper-realistic black vibrator, only ten inches but thicker and covered in fake veins that would rub against the walls of her pussy as it vibrated. Thankfully she had hidden it there for when things got particularly bad at work and she needed an urgent 'fix' to stop her mind from obsessing on her carnal desires.

Hiding away in the back seat so as not to be noticed by anyone else in her apartment complexes' garage, she made herself cum five more times that night before returning up to her boyfriend.