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"I know this one. A Sybian is like a big fucking machine you sit on like a horse. In BDSM, I guess it would be to force orgasms. Could be like a reverse slave trainer." "How do you know about them, sir?" "Howard Stern would sometimes have his female guests ride one on his show." He pulled up YouTube and showed me a clip of a porn actress riding one on his show. She climaxed hard. "Interesting, sir," I said. "I can see why Janet would want to try this. How much does one cost." "According to their website, $1300. There are other devices doing the same thing," Master said. "I think I've seen one called The Tremor costing several hundred dollars less."

Rolf began to sell it with enthusiasm, "This thing is called a masturbatory cup, specifically for men to solve their needs, to release and enjoy the peak of life." Derek's eyes turned cold, "Get out of here with this crap, and don't make me say it twice." Alvin also scolded, "Get out now." So these two had left on their own to buy this kind of stuff. Derek was so angry his temples were throbbing. Rolf's voice came from afar, "Come on. If you don't like it, there are silicone dolls, one-to-one real-person customization, and even the voice is the same. It just takes a bit of time..."

And now here I was, at nine-freaking-thirty in the morning, legs curled up in bed with my phone in one hand, scrolling through what could only be described as the horniest section of the internet: the sex toy section. The names alone were sending me into cardiac arrest. What in God’s name was a “ThrustMaster 3000”? And why did it have attachments that looked like they belonged in a sci-fi movie? Then there was the “Bunny Bender” complete with rotating beads, pulsing ears, and something labeled “triple intensity.” Triple intensity? I was struggling with just the single intensity of Ryan’s voice in my head. There were Clitoral suction, curved shaft, rabbit ears, quiet mode…

I knocked. I shifted the case full of all the dildos I had for sale. And not just dildos. Vibrators. Anal beads. Clit rockets. Butt plugs. Ben wa balls. I had it all. My company, Tart Sluts, made the best "marital aids" on the market. No one had better than us, and the housewife that lived here was about to learn it.

Someone wheeled over a fucking machine….sleek, black, industrial. He mounted on it….it was a massive silicone dildo, veiny, ridged, easily ten inches long and girthy as my wrist. The head was flared and obscene. They lubed it generously, the wet squelch was loud in the room. The man with the leash knelt between my spread thighs, holding a powerful wand vibrator….bulbous head already humming on low. He pressed it firmly against my clit.

“Show me how you masturbate.” My mouth goes dry. “Uh… right here?” “Yes darling.” He dug into his drawers retrieving a light pink vibrator. “Do you come by clitoral stimulation or penetration?” Everything he said was done in such composure and maturity. The boys I'm used to aren't even aware of the clit calling it ‘that dangly thingy’ but he talks like a kitty-connoisseur. I shrugged my shoulders lightly. “Both.” “If you could spread your legs and show the camera what you do.”

I opened my eyes, waiting until he came back with two toys in his hands: a massage wand and a nipple vibrator, which had two separate sides. “Vibrators?” He placed the nipple vibrators on my nipples. They felt soft and really light. The vibrations, though, I could feel. They surged through my nipples and, although weird at first, it slowly turned into clamping that felt really good. Fuck. I closed my eyes as I felt another vibration on my navel. Ronan drew the massage wand down to my opening; I could feel myself dripping, and I didn’t think I could fucking hold on any longer.

He repeated this beastly act a few more times. Confident that I could now withstand his delivery, Massimo proceeded to hammer away inside of me. He fucked me like a rag doll. I couldn't understand how something so brutal could feel so amazing. I had been screwing for nearly three decades and I couldn't remember it ever being this animalistic. It wasn't just because his cock was so enormous. He had learned how to weaponize it. He wasn't using it for adverse purposes. He was using it to dispense sexual satisfaction to any woman who would dare take him on.

He sucked and bit her nipples while gripping her ass and helping her move up and down on his cock. Emma suddenly slowed down. She looked at him with naughty, excited eyes. "I brought something special with me tonight," she said, reaching for her small bag. She pulled out a thick, curved black prostate massager. It was smooth and designed for deep anal pleasure. Mr. Reynolds looked surprised. His cock twitched hard inside her. "Emma... what are you planning with that?" "I want to use this on you," she said boldly, kissing his neck. "I want to play with your ass while your cock is inside me. I promise it will feel really good. Please let me try?"