Vibrator Erotica Novels & Stories

I was a shaking, squirting, sobbing mess- moaning and pleading without shame. “Please, Tristan! I can’t take it- I’m going to cum again! Remove the blindfold… let me see your face. Let me touch you. I’ll be so good. I swear I’m yours. Only yours. No one else-fuck! Right there!” The vibrator buzzed mercilessly. His fingers worked both my holes in a filthy rhythm. Every spank on my tits sent jolts straight to my core. I was right on the edge again, body arched, legs trembling violently in the air, slick pouring out around his hand.

My thighs trembled against the stirrups; I couldn’t have closed them even if I wanted to. From the drawer he produced a slim, silver vibrator (sleek, medical-grade, beautiful). He met my eyes. “This will relax the pelvic floor. May I?” I nodded so fast it made him smile. He clicked it on low. The moment the buzzing tip touched my clit I gasped, hips jerking. He traced it down, gathered my wetness, then eased it inside me in one smooth glide. My walls fluttered around the vibration; I clutched the edges of the table, knuckles white.

“You act like you hate me, but your body’s begging for this.” I tried to curse him, but the gag turned it into a muffled groan. He chuckled, low and dark, then grabbed a vibrator from the drawer a sleek, black wand. My eyes widened as he turned it on, the low hum filling the room. “Let’s see how much you can take,” he said, pressing it against my clit. I screamed into the gag, my body jerking as the vibrations hit. It was intense, too much, but I couldn’t move, couldn’t escape.

"Please, Vence... fuck me." I reached for my nightstand and grabbed my vibrator. It was a powerful, sleek device, and the moment I pressed it firmly against my clit and clicked it on, I screamed into my pillow. The vibration sent electric shocks through my entire body. My toes curled, and my muscles tensed.

A sleek, black vibrator. My chest tightened. “No—please, I can’t. . .” “You don’t get to decide,” he snarled, flipping it on. The low hum filled the room, vibrating through my bones. “Your body’s mine. Every hole, every inch. I’ll use you until you’re nothing but a dripping mess.” The vibrator buzzed against my clit, sudden and ruthless. I screamed, my hips jerking violently. My pussy clenched around him still buried inside me, squeezing him tighter.

“Please… I need to come… please let me come…” “Not yet, baby.” He reached into his bag and pulled out a thick black vibrator. The low buzz filled the cabin as he pressed it against her swollen clit. Lila’s back arched off the bed, a broken moan tearing from her throat. He fucked her with two fingers while the vibrator tortured her, bringing her right to the edge again and again—then stopping. By the time he finally untied her wrists, tears were running down her cheeks and her pussy was dripping onto the sheets.

The vibrator buzzes to life behind me. The sound alone makes my stomach drop. He presses it against my clit from behind. Full intensity. My body jolts and I scream into the leather. “Too much. Ethan, that’s too much.” “Terms of the bet.” He holds it in place. Pins my hips with his other hand so I can’t squirm away. “You can’t refuse.” The vibration is savage. Targeted. Pressed directly against my clit. Every muscle in my body draws tight. My fingers claw the leather.

The bedroom was huge and luxurious. Valeria opened a large drawer beside the bed and took out several items. She laid them on the silk sheets: a thick black dildo with realistic veins, a smaller pink vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a pair of shiny metal nipple clamps. “Lie on the bed,” Valeria ordered. “On your back. Legs wide open.” Aurora obeyed. She spread her thighs, showing her red, swollen pussy. It was still dripping from her previous orgasms.

He noticed immediately. “Still,” he said. She froze in place. “You do not get to decide when you are ready for me.” She didn't answer because she couldn't find the words. He turned and walked to the cabinet in the corner of the room. When he returned, he held a sleek black vibrator in his hand. It was compact and wireless, the kind designed for absolute control. When he turned it on, it buzzed with a low and steady hum. Ivy’s knees nearly gave out at the sound. Victor moved behind her and ran the tip of the device along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

Constantino asked, sharp jaw clenched. “Yes,” Laila whispered. “Now,” Constantino said, walking to a mahogany dresser and opening the first drawer. He pulled out two identical G-spot vibrators and walked back toward Laila, inserting one between her dripping pussy lips. “Since you both love to disobey, you’ll stand here and watch each other come over and over … and over again until I think you’ve had enough.” After securing the vibrator inside of her, Constantino walked over to me and drew the head of the vibrator across my swollen clit and to my entrance. My pussy was so wet that the vibrator slid right into me and filled me up.