Their Shared Love of Sex Toys Keeps Them Busy for Hours

To put it simply, I adore sex toys. Some people collect stuffed animals or rare books or whatever, but as for me, I love all manner of sex toys. The boxes under my bed are stuffed full of vibrators, dildos, clamps, and cuffs; items made of rubber, plastic, silicone, and even glass. I’m always on the hunt for new toys, ones that will make me gasp and scream and, most of all, come.

Recently, I started dating Jack, who shares my fondness for toys. On our second date, he gifted me with a little red “pocket rocket.” Now, that’s not exactly the kind of vibrator that’ll send me into orbit; I tend to think I’ve graduated and moved on to the hard stuff. But the gesture was sweet, and even more so when he had me slide into the backseat of his car and test it out. I’d always played with my toys in private, but Jack was up for anything, and I liked his daring spirit. We were on a deserted street, but there was still that odd chance someone might see us, which spurred me on.

I was wearing tight jeans and an even tighter white top, and my breasts were more than ready to pop out of it. Jack helped them along, giving me the vibrator to rub against myself through the denim while he reached for my nipples. The more aroused I got, the harder he squeezed them. I was dying to get undressed, but when I made a move for my zipper, he told me to leave my jeans on. “I want you to come like that. When we get back to your place, you can be naked.” I have a submissive streak that responds wildly to being ordered around, so I obeyed him, and I was duly rewarded when, with my eyes closed, my head tilted back, and my hips humping upward against the vibe, I felt something that definitely wasn’t his fingers.

Jack had also brought clamps, and when I opened my eyes, I watched him place my nipple between the tweezer-style clamps and inch the plastic fastener upward until my pink bud was trapped between the twin tongs. He didn’t stop there, though, his eyes steady on my breast as he pressed further until sweet pain surged through me. Then he repeated the process with the other nipple, twisting it first between his fingers, then fastening the clamp on me. “I had a feeling you’d be into that. You like it rough, I bet. I can tell from the fact that you didn’t even cry out.”

He was right, and in fact, I had my own collection of clamps at home. But having him bring them along to surprise me—and not to mention having him peg me for the kinky toy slut that I am—had me practically gushing. “Please can I slip this vibrator down my pants? I won’t get naked. I just need to feel it.”

“No,” he said. “Let me see if I can help. Put your hands above your head.” It was another order, and one I happily complied with, letting Jack overtake my body. He held my legs apart with his knees, using the small backseat space quite well, as he pressed the buzzing toy firmly along the seam of my jeans, seeming to know where to find my clit even beneath the layers of clothing. Then he began gently yanking the chain attaching the clamps. He wasn’t really tugging it; it was more like a juggling motion, but the impact was powerful. Each time he made the metal jangle, he also made the clamps move just enough to make my nipples ache. It was a good kind of ache, though, the kind that made me crave more—that made me want him to fasten the clamps more tightly.

Jack clearly knew what he was doing when it came to teasing me, because he would press the pocket rocket against my cunt and jangle the chain of the clamps, then back off, kissing my neck and my face, nipping at my earlobe, and otherwise acting like this was some extended make-out session. I finally had to resort to begging him to allow me to orgasm. “Please, Jack, please. I need you to make me come.”

“Do you really?” he asked in a teasing voice as he took one of the clamps and moved it around. I watched as my secured nipple moved around in time to his tugging.

“Yes, yes, I do,” I moaned, hoping to impress upon him the urgency of the situation.

Then somehow he cranked up the vibrator. For such a small toy, it had a huge impact, and I thrashed about, pressing my fingers against the door of the car above me as he did indeed bring me to an explosive climax. I shuddered in pleasure before finally flopping back against the seat.

“Now let’s go home and take care of you,” I said with a greedy glint in my eye as my hand caressed the bulging package between his legs. When we got to my place, I showed him my treasure chest of toys, and his eyes lit up.

“Wow, Jeri, your collection might even rival mine,” he said, holding up a pair of furry red handcuffs.

“Do you like to be bound, too?” I asked, opening the cuffs. They looked somewhat incongruous against his bodybuilder physique, but when he placed his hands behind his back and offered me his wrists, I snapped the cuffs around them. I told him to stand up and removed his pants and boxers, revealing his impressively hard cock. I admired his erection while he stood there, unable to move his arms. Truth be told, I love giving head, but I don’t like it when guys touch my head or face. I find that intrusive because I like to go at my own pace, so we were in a perfect position. I decided to tease him, licking the head of his dick like a lollipop.

“Oh yeah, Jeri, swallow me,” he said, trying to move his hips and gain more access to my mouth.

“Sit down,” I said, directing his hips onto the bed so he was sitting. I like giving it up, but I like being in control sometimes, too, and the pleading look on his face made me smile. I unzipped my jeans and slid my hand down into my panties. My pussy was still wet from before and had been made even more so by our kinky role reversal.

I moved slowly, both with my hand and my mouth, using my other hand to hold on to the base of his shaft. I can deep-throat any size dick, but I didn’t want to let him know that right away. Instead, I focused on the head, swirling my tongue around and around until my saliva dripped down his shaft. “Your mouth feels so good,” he moaned. I could tell he was squirming, angling to break free of his bonds even as his cock responded to his feminine trappings. I liked knowing that this manly man had bright-red furry cuffs binding his wrists together while he got a blowjob. I slid my finger deep into my hole as my mouth sank farther down his cock before moving back up.

I got a good rhythm going. It wasn’t a gulping up-and-down motion, but more of a slow traversing of the territory, as if we had all the time in the world. “Faster, please. Jeri, I want to come in your mouth.”

“You will, Jack. Don’t worry,” I assured him as I continued to deliberately take my time. It was a challenge, let me tell you, because I hadn’t had a real cock in my mouth for a while. I wasn’t ready for this blowjob to end yet. I pulled off and then went for his balls, reaching around him to trail my fingers over the cuffs and remind him that I was in charge.

Then I backed off from him entirely, turned around, and slid my jeans down so he could see my ass and pussy all at once. I played with my cunt, spreading myself open, while he could only look but not touch. I told him to sit on the floor and he did—with my help—then I backed up and let him lick my pussy until I was on the edge of orgasm. I pulled away once more and lay down on the floor in front of him, quickly diddling my clit while I gave him what he desired—my throat. I took his whole cock in my mouth while my fingers brought me to another orgasm. I looked up at his face when my lips met the base of his dick, and his eyes were closed. There was a blissful expression on his face. I slid back up and then off long enough to say, “Come in my mouth,” then went right back to sucking his cock. He didn’t need me to tell him twice, and in no time, he was spurting a hot, salty load of come into my mouth.

I swallowed every last drop, then got up and uncuffed him, kissing his wrists for good measure. “Jeri,” he said, “I hope you’re gonna be my girlfriend, because we’ve only just begun playing with toys.”

He was right, and now at least once a month, one of us will present the other with a toy that vibrates, binds, spanks, or clamps. I’m so happy to have a man with whom to share my sex toys!

—Ms. Jeri F., Columbus, Ohio