Best Masturbators For Men Novels & Stories

I went with her to the drawer where we stored the toys, pulling out the strapless strap-on vibrator we'd used on her last night. "This is the strapless we used on you last night. The shorter end goes into your cunt. You use your Kegel muscles to keep it inside you, which also increases the pleasure you feel. You should get used to using these. Even if you accept a Mistress as your dominant, you still like to feel something filling your cunt once in awhile. Of course, you can use the strapped models like these, as well." I showed her a strapped version. I pushed three fingers in her cunt suddenly, making her gasp. "But your cunt feels tight enough to hold this in even after you cum a few time

He tugged on the hair. That was a little more interesting. The sharp fires of new nerves sparked to life in my brain. He chuckled. "You liked that." It wasn't a question. I nodded anyway. "Yeah. I usually just use a vibrator." He stilled, looked up at me. His eyes were dark. "What kind of vibrator?" "Satisfyer Pro."

“Your masturbation videos are unfiltered. I love how you come up with new ways to slide those toys into your wet pussy. It’s so… unique.” “What gets me hard as fuck are your unboxing videos of your dildo collection, especially when you try out new toys. It makes my cock throb.”

Eli's breath hitched, his eyes meeting Zeke's with a mix of submission and anticipation, no protest, no sass—just pure, willing surrender. Zeke grabbed a large vibrator from the wall, the toy thick and ridged, designed for maximum intrusion. He lubed it up quickly, the slick sound echoing in the room, and pressed it against Eli's entrance. "Let's see how you handle this," Zeke muttered, pushing it in slowly at first, watching Eli's hole stretch around the base. Once it was seated deep, he turned it on, the vibrations starting low but building quickly. Eli's body jerked, a loud moan escaping his lips as the toy buzzed against his prostate, the sensations overwhelming. "Fuck, yes—more," Eli wh

’ I drove home in a thoughtful silence, the bag on the passenger seat feeling both illicit and oddly empowering. Back in my penthouse, I took the bag to my bedroom. With a sense of ceremony completely at odds with the situation, I carefully unpacked my selections onto the duvet. My original intention had been a simple, foolproof vibrator. But Portia’s enthusiasm was contagious, and the sheer, staggering variety on offer had been… educational. I’d fallen behind the times. It wasn’t just about different shapes and sizes anymore. There were toys designed for simultaneous pleasure, controlled by smartphone apps with ludicrous names like ‘BlissLink’.

They fill your ass with warm water while the bearded one fucks your pussy slowly. The pressure builds and builds until you’re whimpering desperately. They make you hold it while they continue using you, then finally let you release messily onto the plastic sheet while they watch and laugh. Then they refill you with cum : one load after another, pumping your holes full until your belly swells noticeably. Few minutes later. The bearded man brings over a large black bag. They empty it onto the floor beside you. The collection is overwhelming: massive ridged dildos thicker than your wrist, inflatable plugs, a heavy fuck machine with multiple attachments, vibrating wands, nipple clamps with chain

Stopping momentarily to watch the men, so good watching them, one receiving a head job from a woman, the other, my man, receiving a head job from another man, both of them glancing at two naked women as they soaked up the sexual pleasure, their erections glistening in the light. Lola and I were enjoying watching the men expertly masturbate to orgasm for each other and us, glancing at our naked bodies for extra stimulation, both of them wanting to outlast each other, their faces red. Their masturbation techniques were so simple and so sophisticated at the same time as they touched their erections together for comparison.

There is a massive bathtub, but it looks more like a hot tub and the shower could hold 10 people and is equipped with several different body sprayers. Mark grins at me and walks toward the shower, turning it on, “Next time you come over, I want to give you a bath.” He says, walking to a cabinet and opening the drawer. I look inside and see not only bubble baths and Epsom salts but a few sex toys. He grins at me as he pulls a vibrator out of the drawer, “These are new. Do you remember them from the event?” I grin back as I walk toward him and look at the bullet-shaped vibrator, “I do.” I say casually.

I take a moment to marvel at his perfect lips and jawline. “You are also…” I think for a moment, “very large.” His face splits into a grin. “Anyway, as I was saying,” I raise a finger to make my point, “sleeping with guys is overrated.” “Sounds like you haven’t been with the right guy,” Hottie Bartender says. He and Mr. Men’s Magazine exchange glances. “Nope,” I announce cheerfully. “But it’s okay. I’m getting a vibrator. A big one.” I set my hands apart to show the length. “Battery-operated boyfriend. B-O-B. Big… Bob.”

“This sounds serious.” “Now that I know you aren’t sleeping with any other men—” “Well, there is BOB.” His face fell. “Bob?” “Yeah, but he never actually sleeps with me. Just gives me fantastic orgasms, then I put him back in the drawer. I have to change his double A’s occasionally, but he’s fairly low maintenance.” His brow furrowed. “A vibrator?” She grinned. “Multi-functional with attachments. BOB. My Battery Operated Boyfriend.”