She directed the rounded end of the plastic brush to the tie at my robe’s waist and tugged on it until it fell apart. Then, as if it was a magic wand she used it to separate the front of the robe revealing my breasts and everything south of them. I loved the look on her face as her eyes fell on my nipples. I glanced down at them seeing them visually harden as if her eyes alone stimulated them. There was a slight smile that passed over her lips, part appreciation, part fondness, part temptation and even part wickedness, as she raised the hairbrush to touch the ends of the nipples with the bristles – ever so gently, followed by a kiss on each with her tongue close behind. She lapped each areola in a circler motion and sucked on the ends as if she wanted nourishment there.

She had me totally captivated with her path of seduction, arousing me with anticipation, eager for her to continue, hungry for more. I had used that brush maybe a million times but never thought of it as a sex toy before.

She brushed my entire torso down, starting with my left side, brushing straight down with firm strokes, that dug into my skin, almost hurting me and yet, not quite. Then she lifted the brush to repeat the pattern straight down again just under the valley of my breasts down to my pubic hair line. That followed with the brush down on my right side, as well . When I glanced down, I saw the bristle marks showing red on my skin.

She looked into my eyes again with a soft gaze, as if she was searching for a reaction and when she saw that I was okay with it, she kissed me on my mouth, as if to make it all better and it did, especially when she slid her tongue inside to caress my tongue. I could feel her heat and her passion growing and I matched it with my own.

The kiss on the mouth started a volley of kisses, on the chin, all over my neck, down to my teats, putting her mouth on each nipple, kissing, licking, sucking, then going down, kissing and running her tongue up and down the scratches she had made on my tummy. I squirmed in my chair and put my hands into her hair, letting her go where she willed. I began to feel it all over with an involuntary reflex responding inside of me as the sexual tension continued to build.

Then she leaned back and began to brush the hair between my legs, lingering there, fussing with it at first, as if she was trying to subdue the curls. Slowly she lightened up and concentrated on the center folds, barely allowing the bristles to touch the skin. My breath caught in my throat as I gasped with agonizing pleasure causing my hips to rise, then fall. I went weak with expectation, knowing her kisses would follow, wanting them to. In fact, with my hands still on her head, I pressed down to encourage her going there.

But she did not. Not yet. She wanted to raise the bar, to tease me even more. She ran the brush over the inside of both my thighs and then scooted her self back and leaned down to kiss that trail, first one side, then the other.

I was so hot for her – my body would not stay still. I squirmed and then rotated my hips in a circular motion. If my clitoris had a voice it would have been begging her to come closer, to bring her mouth, her lips, her tongue over to my sweet spot and as I lifted my hips higher she did hear the message. She and my favorite brush.

She kissed my clit and at the same time inserted the handle of the brush inside me. The kissing became sucking, as she easily slid the handle in and out of me, lubricated by my own juices. I pressed her head into me as her rapid tongue massaged that very center of my being until I exploded into a wave of divine ecstasy.

My body then gradually relaxed. Bette took the brush out of me, raised herself up on her haunches and put the handle in her mouth, in and out a few times and then kissed the end of it.

I let out a long sigh of satisfaction, then took the brush out of her hand, stood up, reached down for her other hand and led her to the daybed in the other room.