Vibrator Erotica Novels & Stories

I do not understand what it is until he comes close and commands me to spread my legs for him. I do it. It is a vibrator. Good! He plugs it inside me and then turns the button on. He again joins me in and it turns harder for me to focus on one thing. He turns the vibrator at high speed while he fucks my boobs with his cock. My boobs massage his cock until he comes on my chest. He spreads it on my boobs, painting them with his cum. I moan and groan and I come multiple times while he just watched me with a dark glint in his eyes.

God, I loved how I looked—spread open, fingers buried inside me, chasing that heat. But fingers were never enough for long. I reached over to the nightstand and pulled out my favorite vibrator first—the thick, black wand with the soft, flexible head that delivered those deep, rumbling vibrations I craved. I clicked it on low. The powerful buzz hummed through the air, sending a shiver down my spine. I pressed the head firmly against my clit and gasped sharply, my back arching clean off the mattress. “Fuck…” I whispered huskily to the camera, my voice already thick with lust. The vibrations rolled through me in delicious, intense waves, making my thighs tremble uncontrollably. I turned it up t

I pulled the vibrator away again. This time she started to cry. Tears were running down her cheeks. It was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to see her break. I wanted to see her lose all control. I put the vibrator back on her clit. I was not going to stop this time. I was going to push her past her limits. I rubbed her clit faster and harder. I was fucking her ass with my fingers at the same time. Her body was arching off the bed. She was screaming now.

After the night with Xavier’s friend, something shifted in both of us. We talked about it for days — how many times I had squirted, how easily I had taken another man’s cock, how much I still wanted more. The planning never really stopped. It just moved into quieter hours, into the things we did when we were alone. Xavier brought the vibrator home last week. It cost five dollars and came with three attachments. The small button one is the best. He presses it against the exact spot that makes my body lock up and leaves it there while the buzz sinks deep. I come again and again, each climax harder than the last, until I am shaking and telling him not to stop.

"You like being at my mercy, don't you?" "Yes... oh God, yes," she panted, rocking against his hand. He withdrew abruptly, earning a whine of protest. "Not yet. And if you whine again, I'll stop." Standing, he fetched a small vibrator from the drawer. It was remote-controlled. He slicked it with lube, though she was already drenched, and eased it into her pussy. It fit snugly, buzzing to life. The vibrations teased her walls, building pressure without release. "Keep that in," he ordered, then moved in front of her.

she said, her voice a sultry purr. "Would you mind if I use this?" Before he could respond, Bianca positioned the instrument at her pinkish swollen pussy, her eyes never leaving his as she slowly pushed it inside. She whimpered, her body rocking with the sensation, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm as she began to fuck herself with the instrument. Dr. Kendrick's eyes widened, and Bianca could see the bulge in his pants growing, his dick straining against the fabric of his scrubs.

Juts when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I felt the vibrator go up a notch and I let out an almighty gasp as my legs slid down cabinet so that I now straddled the display unit. I looked down to see the assistant flash me a wicked grin as she pushed the vibrator entirely into my pussy. She placed her hand in front of my cunt to prevent it escaping. It was deep inside me now and the vibrations sent waves of euphoria through me like an erotic machine gun.

He moves between my legs, his crop hitting my clit, the vibrations from the toy making me wild. His mouth begins kissing and caressing my breasts; the vibrator starts to pulse. I am withering in pleasure, my words escaping my mouth. I can hear myself begging for his cock, begging for him. He keeps taunting me, teasing my clit and tugging on my nipples. I can feel it arise in my body.

The mixture of sensations left me dizzy : the burning stripes from the flogger, the sharp ache in my nipples, the empty need between my legs, and this deep emotional flood that made me feel both broken and cherished. He picked up a thick vibrator and turned it on. The low buzzing sound made my stomach flip with anticipation. He pressed the vibrating head firmly against my swollen clit. My hips jerked forward as much as the restraints allowed. “Fuck!” I cried out. The sudden intense pleasure after all the pain nearly short-circuited my brain. Master Damien kept the vibrator moving in slow circles while his other hand tugged gently on the chain connecting my nipple clamps. The dual sensations

I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.