Vibrator Erotica Novels & Stories

Lena kissed us both through it, murmuring praises. We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, breaths ragged, bodies glistening with sweat. But even then, the night wasn’t over. After a few minutes of lazy cuddling—kisses and soft touches—Lena reached for my nightstand again. This time, she pulled out my favorite vibrator, the one I’d confessed to them about during one of our late-night truths. “Time to really take you apart,” she said with a wicked grin. Sage pinned my hands above my head gently but firmly, her body weight holding me down as Lena teased the buzzing toy along my inner thighs, over my sensitive clit, then slowly inside me.

The vibrator skirted her folds, a maddening inch away from where she needed it. She arched her back, a whimper escaping her lips. “Ah, ah,” he chided, tapping the vibrator against her clit once, briefly, sending a jolt through her before pulling away. “You don’t get to decide. You gave up that right when you lied to me.” He trailed the buzzing toy lower, circling her asshole, which was still tender and sore from his possession. She gasped, the sensation a confusing mix of pain and intense stimulation.

When he reached between my legs, he pushed the ice inside again. Grabbing the vibrator, he pushed it inside my pussy, the coldness from the ice cube moving around, and turned it on. The vibrations made me moan. I was biting my lip, fighting the urge to beg. The vibrations made the ice cube move as it slowly melted inside me. His mouth kissed up my legs, making them go weak, his finger playfully rubbing my clit. My moans grew as he moved the toy in and out, harder and faster. Screaming, I felt the liquid run free as my orgasm passed. Usually, he slows down. He didn’t this time.

Almost to himself. He pushed one finger inside—slow, deep. My walls clenched immediately. Hot. Greedy. He added a second. Twisted. Curled them until the pads dragged over that spot that made my toes curl. His thumb found my clit again—slow circles, then faster flicks. The machine buzzed back to life in his other hand. He brought it down—shading while he finger-fucked me. The vibration traveled through the table, through my body, straight to my core.

I was lost, I was floating. Then he pushed two fingers into me, fast and deep. “God, you’re soaked,” he growled. “You need to be fucked, don’t you?” “Yes,” I cried. Shit,” he hissed. “This tight little pussy missed me, didn’t it?” I couldn’t answer. Not with the way he filled me. He thrust in deep, staying there for a moment as the vibrator buzzed mercilessly against my clit. I thought I might explode. Then he moved.

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

“Beautiful.” He reached into the drawer again and retrieved a sleek black vibrator—medical grade, thick, with a flared base and a curved tip. My mouth went dry. “Since the manual exam showed such strong referred sensitivity, we’ll test external stimulation while the clamps are on.” He turned it on. The low, powerful buzz filled the room. He pressed the tip against my clit without warning. I nearly came on the spot. The vibration against my swollen nub, combined with the constant pull of the nipple clamps, was devastating. My hips jerked wildly.

“I can see both of them inside me.” He made it sit fully and longer, pressing places that made my eyes flutter. “Look at you,” he said, sitting back. “There are two fat toys stretching both your holes. You’re fucking obscene.” He flicked the vibrator switch on the silicone base making a low rumble starting inside my cunt. I jerked hard. “Shit. Oh fuck, Ryan. That’s intense!” Every nerve in me screamed when the glass buried deeper. The vibrations added more to the tension, humming like a gentle hymn from the violin.

"Dimitri I swear to God..." "Breathe, Eve." She breathed. Ragged, furious breaths. He waited until the edge dulled slightly, then reached for the drawer again. The vibrator was small, precise, designed for exactly this kind of work. He turned it on low and watched her hips jerk at the first contact. "Too much?" he asked. "Not enough," she gritted out. He turned it up. She cried out. He brought her to the edge twice more....each time holding her there until she was incoherent, each time pulling back before she could fall. By the third time she was past words entirely, just sound, just sensation, completely unraveled.

The loud buzzing filled the room as the vibrator pulsed furiously against her inner walls, hitting her G-spot with intense vibrations that made her arch her back, hips bucking in spasms. “Feel that vibrating deep inside, you whore? It’s stretching that greedy pussy, driving you insane… now take cock in your ass, slut,” Alex growled. He positioned himself behind her, his long curved cock throbbing, and slowly pushed into her stretched anus, inch by inch, fucking her while the vibrator kept pulsing nonstop. The two stimuli created a storm of insane pleasure. Pathy howled, her body convulsing. Her asshole clenched around Alex’s cock as the vibrator buzzed in her pussy, the vibrations spreading