Cheryl’s Sex-Toy Surprise Makes Chad Vibrate with Pleasure

Cheryl showed up to lunch with something stuffed in her pocket. I could see the bulge even as she sat and arranged herself comfortably in the window seat of our favorite café.

Seeing that bulge made my heart beat faster. It was a new toy. Had to be. She got that smug look on her face only when she had something up her sleeve. Or in this case, in the pocket of her cargo-pant leggings.

“Lover,” she said to me by way of greeting. She waved a finger at the waitress and then pointed to my beer. Cheryl-speak for I’ll have what he’s having.

“What is it?” I practically hissed.

“What is what?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. What’s in your pocket?”

“My pocket?”

Just the way she taunted me had my dick hard. Would it be for her? For me? For us? Did it vibrate or undulate? Did it mimic the human tongue or was it made of glass, perfect for heating up or cooling down?

My head spun.

She watched me for a minute and then took pity. “My God! You suck all the fun out of it. Okay,” she whispered, sliding her perfectly pedicured toe up my calf under the table. The act raised goose bumps on my skin. She wore flip-flops, making her sensual assault that much easier.

“What is it?” I asked again, my voice breaking.

She patted her pocket and winked. “This is a fantastic butt plug. Perfect for stuffing your back hole while you fuck me.”

“Oh—” I had nothing to say beyond that. My face was hot with lust, and I was ready to try out the toy immediately. Visions of dragging her under the café table and fucking her until she screamed filled my head.

“Oh? That’s all I get?”

Her toe had traveled up to the “Y” of my lap. She nudged my balls and the line of my cock. She was getting me all worked up, and then she’d take me home and let me get out my frustrations.

I knew her game. I loved her game.

“Wanna know the bonus?”

I swallowed. “Bonus?”

“It vibrates,” she cooed. “Via remote. And I hold the remote.”

“Oh,” I said again. Brilliant.

I barely tasted my lunch, and when she told the waiter to wrap up the rest to go, I wanted to kiss her feet in gratitude.

At home, she pushed me onto the bed and straddled me. She pulled the package from her pocket and made a show of unwrapping it. The plug was small and streamlined and black all over. The head almost reminded me of an arrow until it flared at the base. She fingered the remote, and the plug jumped in her hand.

My cock flexed. I held my breath.

“It can go slow… medium… fast…” She cycled through the speeds and then hit the button again, making the thing go wild. “Or warp speed!”

I was terrified and beyond aroused all at once.

“Now turn over. Bum in the air! I’m going to lube you up, baby.”

I did as instructed, letting her pull off my khakis and my underwear. Her small, cool hand gripped my cock and gave me a friendly squeeze, then a few strokes for good measure. I found myself thrusting into her fist.

“Easy,” she teased, her voice a flirtatious warning, but then her finger pressed to my ass and I gasped. “Lube.”

Cheryl squirted it right down my asscrack, making me jump. She giggled, and then her finger was pushing into my asshole. Then a second. I humped my body against the bed for the friction of it.

“Now breathe out and relax, because here we go.”

She nudged me with the tip of the plug, and when I relaxed to aid her way, she drove the toy in a bit more. Then a bit more, stretching my ass wide. She stayed patient and steady until I was stuffed full of her sleek black toy and my cock was as stiff as a flagpole.

“Now, get on your back, baby.” She was peeling her clothes off and grinning at me, her long dark hair falling momentarily to shield her face.

I rolled over. The motion rocked the toy, and it nestled deeper in my ass. The plug kissed places inside me that made me feel like I was floating. I watched her as she stripped, her pert breasts bared as she shimmied out of her pants. I groaned.

“Easy. I’m almost there,” she said. She straddled my face, lowered her cunt to my mouth, and said, “Eat me.”

I obeyed, thankful every time she arched back to stroke my cock. I was getting into a rhythm when she hit the button and the plug jumped to life.

I froze.

“Eat,” she reminded me. I resumed my ministrations but felt distracted, sloppy, and uncoordinated. Cheryl didn’t seem to mind. She pushed her pink, slippery pussy to my face and took whatever she needed that I might not be giving her in my newfound, stunned state.

When she came, I licked up every drop of her juice and then sucked her clit for good measure.

“Good boy,” she murmured and slithered down my body.

I arched up to meet her when she ran my cockhead along her wet split. Her heat enveloped me just enough to make me shiver. The drenched-silk sensation of her cunt taking me in had me mesmerized.

She hit the button on the remote, and the vibration in my ass doubled. I clenched my teeth and tried to focus. I tried really, really hard.

“It’s okay,” she said, lowering slowly. “There’s a learning curve. We’ll figure it out.”

She started to fuck me. Cheryl drove her trim body down onto mine over and over, riding me until my toes curled. She hit the button when I started to thrust up under her in strong, jerking motions. I did a mental tally. We were on the high setting. I felt like my teeth would vibrate out of my head, but I also felt small, rolling bursts of warm pleasure.

I could tell by the intense look on her face that the vibration was rumbling through me and filtering into her. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure, and she leaned over to kiss me full on the mouth. The warmth of her breasts covered my chest. Her nipples raked my skin. She waggled her hips side to side and clamped her muscles around me, milking me.

Then she hit the button again.

I cried out, “Oh, Cheryl—Jesus!” and my body bucked. She took every thrust I offered and pressed her body close to mine. She came hard, crying out against my throat. Then she bit my earlobe, and that final burst of pain did me in.

I felt like I’d empty forever. Spasm after spasm burst out of me as the plug sang its odd muffled song.

“Hit the button. Hit the button,” I begged.

She chuckled and kissed my cheek, but did as I asked, ceasing the toy’s vibrations.

“What would you rate this toy?”

“A ten,” I answered.

“On a scale of one to five stars,” she said, tsk-tsking at me.

I grabbed her and kissed her, tangling my hands in her hair. “A ten,” I said again. “Definitely a ten.”

—Mr. Chad R., Minneapolis, Minnesota