by Samantha Peck
I have never met a vibrator that I didn’t like. That’s saying something, since I’ve been introduced to quite a few at the sex shop where I work. Of course I have my favorites. The dolphin-shaped Lucite number is quite a thrill, and the little otter with a fish-shaped “clit tickler” on its tail is often plucked from my bedside table. My girlfriend, Carolyn, and I have had the most amazing climaxes on a bright red two-header, one end sunk deep in my cunt while the other teases her innermost regions. Still, in my opinion, vibrators are a lot like orgasms. Some might be more potent than others, but there’s no such thing as a bad one.
My job gives me access to the latest in sex toys. The work is fairly simple. I stand behind the counter and offer help only when I sense someone has a question. Last Friday night, that someone was a stunning blonde in white jeans, fringed cowboy boots, and a sky-blue tank top that matched the color of her eyes. She captured the attention of several patrons, who I bet were imagining what it would be like to take off her clothes.
I didn’t have to imagine. I know what it’s like. The luscious blonde in boots was my girlfriend, and she often comes to the store to flirt with me near the end of my shift. Watching my sweetie look at the naughty items on our shelves is an extreme turn-on.
That night she was playing a game. I could tell from the moment she walked into the store. Carolyn and I play many different games: headmistress and schoolgirl, queen and handmaiden, nurse and patient. On this evening, she was playing the ingenue. Even though she’s a strong-willed woman, she was acting meek, not meeting my gaze, flushing when she looked at some indiscreet product. I caught on to the rules instantly and pretended to be busy with a sheet of new prices while I kept tabs on her from the corner of my eye.
After a few moments, Carolyn stopped in front of a dildo display. She would reach out to lift a box and then lower her hand quickly and look down at it, as if the limb had behaved without her mental command. Lift and lower, lift and lower, immersed in a small battle with herself. I knew exactly what my role in this game was. I was going to be the instructor. I would go up to her and explain that there’s nothing wrong with buying a dildo, that the feel of a piece of smooth plastic between your nether lips is one of the most satisfying ever. I was sure I could get her wet by describing what I’d like to do to her with a dildo. But several customers were lined up by the register, and I had to take care of them first. As soon as they’d been rung up, I sidled up to her.
“Can I answer any questions?” I asked. Even though my voice was soft, she jumped as though taken by surprise. Carolyn is one hell of an actress.
“I’m just looking,” she whispered, as if in a library instead of a sex store.
“If you want any recommendations,” I continued, “I can give you some information about the best-sellers. Then you can make a more educated choice.”
Now she lowered her lashes over those beautiful blue eyes and looked down. “I’m much more of a hands-on type of person,” she explained, “even at my job, I—”
“I like hands-on people,” I said, interrupting her. “You learn by doing, right?” She nodded and played coy.
Making a quick decision, I walked to the door and flipped the sign from OPEN to CLOSED. Then I turned the lock and pulled down the shade. When I walked back over to her, she had a quizzical expression on her face.
“Are you closed?”
“Not for you,” I said, pulling my favorite brand-new vibrator from a box and holding it in front of her. It didn’t even pretend to be lifelike. Colored a vibrant, obscene purple, it boasted ridges and bumps and other interesting teasers along its more than generous length. Carolyn suddenly seemed to forget that she was supposed to be meek, reaching greedily for the toy and sliding her hand around it. I liked the way the thing looked in her fist, and could easily imagine her spreading my legs and slipping it into me, pumping hard, all the way to the hilt. I could also imagine doing the exact same thing to her.
“Since you learn by doing,” I began, watching as understanding flickered in her clear eyes, “I thought we could have ourselves a little hands-on lesson.”
Because we sell outfits, mostly leather and latex, we have a large, comfortable dressing room at the back of the store. The room is mirrored on all four walls. I waited with the door open until she walked past me, then I followed her inside and shut it behind us. I wasn’t sure if she was going to continue her role-playing game, but I should have known. Carolyn likes to take things to the extreme. When we play nurse and patient, she actually wears a white uniform with an adorable peaked cap. So now, as I stared at her, I saw that her cheeks had flushed the light pink of cotton candy, and her body was trembling all over.
“My name’s Carrie,” she said nervously, putting out her hand. I almost laughed. She is too good. But instead of breaking the mood, I took her soft hand in mine.
“I’m Sam,” I said, abbreviating my full name as she’d shortened hers, “and it would be my pleasure to teach you about the wonderful world of sex toys.”
From that moment, all bets were off. I couldn’t wait to watch her undress, because I knew she would continue to play the embarrassed novice, her fingers hesitating over each button on the fly of her jeans. So, taking charge, as was my role, I knelt on the floor of the dressing room and undid Carolyn’s jeans in a single hard tug. This brought a gasp from her, but I didn’t even bother to look up. Quickly, I pushed her back against the wall and pulled off her boots, one at a time, enjoying the warm smell of leather that came with them. Her jeans, although form-fitting, slid down her thighs easily, and her white cotton panties followed. She stripped her tank top over her head, shaking out her full mane of hair so that it fell back down to cover her perky breasts.
Carolyn and I have been lovers for six years now, but that doesn’t mean I’m any less impressed with her lovely body than I was the very first time I saw it. For a moment I just stared, drinking her in. Then I grabbed her around the waist and brought her forward, toward my parted lips. Still on my knees, I gave her pussy a little wake-up with my mouth, teasing her with several top-to-bottom licks to get her juices flowing.
I know how to make Carolyn melt. She likes a firm touch, with the flat of my tongue caressing the whole of her clit. I lapped at her just the way she needs it, almost animal-like with my face nuzzled up into her cunt. Her smell was all around me, making me even hungrier for her. The scent of Carolyn’s pussy is so different from the synthetic lubes we sell. Those are flavored with cherries or chocolate, and while they have a definite time and place in the bedroom, I prefer the real, honest flavor of my girlfriend’s cunt. Her juices are light but earthy. Sweet, with a pleasant tang. I could drink from her for hours. Yet just as the words “I’m going to come” spilled from her lips, I released her.
I had the toy out of the box quickly, but now my fingers were the ones fumbling as I tried to slide the batteries into the compartment while at the same time attempting to undress myself. “Carrie” took hold of the dildo while I stripped, and I saw her nimble fingers slip the batteries easily into the proper place. Then she playfully handed the tool back to me, shy and sweet once again.
By this point I was so hot that I could hardly talk. No time for smooth and slow, for languid and lazy. I was filled with lust and wanted to get things done.
“Bend over,” I said, and she gave me a shocked look that only barely glazed over the expression of lust right beneath it. “Hold on to the edge of the bench while I demonstrate how this toy works.” I sounded a bit like the host of an infomercial, but this was going to be one of the highly explicit, X-rated variety.
She did as I said, bending over and offering me her full rear view. Carolyn’s ass is a thing of beauty. Unlike most California babes, she doesn’t tan and never hangs out on the beach, so her body is the same pale silky color all over. Her peachlike ass, split perfectly, is something I enjoy dining on several times a week. Again, a strange pull came over me, and before I could even use the toy, I had my face buried in her rear, licking and lapping up and down her asscrack until she was making muffled moans of pleasure.
“Oh, yes,” she groaned. “Fuck me with your tongue.”
Twice I had taken her up to the verge of climax, but now I managed to get control of myself, and I backed up and explained, “Just wanted to make sure you were wet, Carrie. The toys always work better with a bit of lubrication.”
She giggled because my speech sounded so phony, and because I was licking my lips to get every last wayward drop of her nectar. I forced myself to try harder to stay in the role of the helpful adviser, and I finally brought the sex toy into play. I could see her body stiffen as I slid in the head, working it between her milky thighs and into the warm, wet opening of her cunt.
“Now, you would contract on this just like you would a lover,” I explained, not yet turning on the purple probing tool but rocking it in and out of her hole. I put one hand on her back to steady her, and then I began to give her a little more of the length. The thing was a good eight inches. As I slid it in and out of her I could see her wetness glistening on the brightly colored plastic. She was so turned on already that I wanted to take her even higher. And to do this, I simply clicked the button on the Hummer and it did just what its name implied. It hummed.
And so did Carolyn. “Oh, yeah,” she sighed in a rushed exhale of air. “Oh, fuck, that’s good.” With my hand on her, I could feel the vibrations of the motor through her body. This thing had some engine in it. Powerful and large, it made a noise not dissimilar to the sound of a Harley revving. Keeping one hand on the base of the vibrator, I slid a finger into Carolyn’s ass so that she had something in each of her holes.
I could tell that she was having a difficult time keeping herself still. I know my baby—she likes to be filled. With the vibrator whirring away in her pussy and my fingers plunging back and forth in her asshole, she was almost at her finish line in seconds. I leaned my body against hers, anchoring her with my weight, using my mouth on the ridge of her shoulders to nip at her. My lover can take a stronger touch when she’s about to come, and I gave it to her, fucking her more forcefully with the vibrator and biting her a bit harder with my teeth.
“Yes,” she cooed, her voice low and husky, not so sweet and innocent anymore. “Oh, yes, Samantha,” she said, dropping out of her ingenue role and going back to simply being my wonderful girlfriend, Carolyn. “Do me like that.”
“Whatever you want, Carolyn,” I promised her. “Whatever you need.”
When Carolyn came, I watched it in the mirror, seeing her facial expression change. Her eyes seemed to focus on a point in the distance that I couldn’t see. And then she shuddered, her whole body trembling with the power and pleasure of her orgasm, before collapsing against the padded bench and sighing with delight.
There was a moment afterward when I just stood there and watched her. She was trying hard to compose herself, but it was obvious that her legs were still weak, her heart pounding. She tossed her long blonde hair out of her eyes and I could see her flushed cheeks, her full lips open slightly. From experience, I knew it was going to take her a few minutes to regain control, and I leaned against the wall, waiting, before I realized the vibrator was still in my hand.
And it was still on. Lubed up with the juices of Carolyn’s pleasure, the thing was simply too attractive to deny. I spread my legs slightly, and as Carolyn watched, I slid the head of the pulsing toy right into my sopping slit. Then I leaned back and flicked the switch to “high,” feeling all of those powerful vibrations begin to work their magic on my pussy.
“Let me,” Carolyn said softly, regaining her energy and taking up my position on her knees. “Let me fuck you.”
I wasn’t going to deny her such a sexy request, so I handed over the magic wand and let her go to work. As I know my lover, she knows me. She’s well-versed in what I need to come, and what I need is for her to talk dirty to me while we fuck, to describe all sorts of things for me, to give me a little play-by-play. It enhances each step somehow, echoes the pleasure I’m receiving when she paints a verbal picture to match the physical one before me.
Since her mouth was free, she did just that, telling me how good it had felt to have me fucking her ass with my fingers while taking care of her cunt with the toy. Then she went further, describing how much it excited her that I was using a toy still warm from her body, still dripping with her own cream.
“More,” I whispered, getting closer.
“I’m going to let you come once,” she told me, “and then I’m going to turn you around and slide this drippy, messy vibrator up your ass.”
Oh, yeah, that did it for me. I gripped her shoulders as she rocked the vibrator in and out of my hole, shaking it slightly so that it touched and teased me deep inside. Then she did just as she’d promised. Not even granting me time to catch my breath, she spun me around so that I was facing my reflection and parted my cheeks with two fingers, introducing the throbbing purple plaything into my asshole.
It was a different feeling entirely to have the vibrator pounding at my backdoor. The head felt larger and somehow less pliant. I bit my bottom lip gently, waiting for the sensual intrusion, but Carolyn took her time. She slipped in only a bit of the head, stretching my asshole around it. Then she pulled it out and I was left gasping, wanting it back inside. Carolyn didn’t let me down.
Once again she slid in the head, but this time she followed it with another inch, then another, filling my rear hole. The vibrations were astounding. They made my whole tunnel contract, as well as my pussy, and my entire body felt as if it were going to climax. From the tips of my toes to my eyelashes, my whole being got into the action.
Suddenly she started talking to me again, keeping up her monologue now that she had the perfect rhythm down. “You’re being fucked up the ass with a toy that’s still wet from my tight little cunt. How do you like that?”
Knowing that she would probably stop if I didn’t respond to her question, I said, “I like it a lot.”
“Why?” she asked innocently.
So now she wanted me to talk, switching in a heartbeat from her role of ingenue to one of being in total control.
“Because it’s dirty,” I said, honestly. I like a little kink with my pleasure; I always have. It’s why I work in a sex shop.
“And messy,” Carolyn added. “And sticky and wet and it’s going to make you cream yourself again, isn’t it?”
As she said the words, she slid her free hand around to my sopping pussy, and suddenly I felt another vibrator on my clit. She had palmed one of the egg-shaped numbers we sell, mini-vibrators that are meant to send a buzz of pleasure when it is slipped between a woman’s nether lips.
Surprise flooded through me, but before I could ask how she’d managed to snag a toy without my noticing, I was coming. The joy of it knocked all other thoughts out of my head, and I simply let myself float on the cloudlike billows of pleasure. Carolyn kept both toys revving, the vibrating tube in my ass, the round humming ball on my clit, until I couldn’t take any more. I pulled away from her, extracting myself from the toys and then just standing there, looking down at her as whispers of release fanned through my body.
Carolyn and I slid back into our clothes, and we both emerged from the dressing room looking a bit wrinkled on the outside but feeling much more satisfied on the inside. We then stopped at the register so that I could pay for our new purchases. Carolyn watched as I rang myself up.
“In a china shop,” I explained to her, “you break it, you buy. Here, the rule is that if you come on it, it’s yours.”
“That’s fine.” Carolyn grinned at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m sure we’re going to get a whole lot more use out of these two at home.”