Vibrator In Public Novels & Stories

Victoria kept the remotes active in unpredictable patterns under the table — low and teasing during presentations, then sharp bursts when I had to speak. I nearly came when I was asked to give an update on the social campaign. My voice cracked, thighs trembling under the table as the vibrator hammered my G-spot. Victoria’s hand rested on my knee under the table, nails digging in as a warning. I held on by sheer willpower, finishing my points while my cunt fluttered on the edge of orgasm. The near-miss came right after the meeting. I was in the executive bathroom, locked in the far stall, skirt up, desperately rubbing my clit while the toys buzzed mercilessly. I was so close — right there — w

Yeah, and I put a hole in their head or hearts afterward. "Come on, if I've sworn off young guys, what can an old daddy do for me?" "Exactly! Why would a girl with your kind of banging body swear off guys? I mean, most guys can be pretty terrible but we all need them around for steady orgasms." "My vibrators have been doing and will always do good jobs." She burst into loud laughter that made some passers-by pause and looks at us.

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.

Holding up the little clit stimulator for inside the panties, I enjoy watching her facials expressions, trying to figure out exactly what it is. Ever so slowly, I slide my hand into front of her panties while gazing into her eyes. I tuck the little vibrator into its pouch sewed into the front of the panties and then hold up the little remote in my other hand. When her eyes move to the little black remote, I press a button and she jerks. I may have set it a little high in order to jolt her just a bit. “Now we can see how well you can contain yourself when coming for us in public.” Both the bullet and the clit stimulator are going at once and she has to hold on to Jude.

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.

Damien just smiled serenely and turned the toy off. The park was next. We walked along the paths, his hand on my lower back. Every few minutes he’d flick the vibrator on—short bursts that left me gasping and clinging to his arm. At one secluded bench, he pulled me onto his lap, facing away from the path, and turned it to maximum. “Ride it for me,” he whispered, hands steady on my hips. “Make yourself come again.” I rocked subtly against him, the vibrations intense. People walked past, oblivious. The risk made it filthy and thrilling. I came hard, burying my face in his neck to muffle my cries. He held me through it, murmuring praise.

Digging inside, I pull out my discreet vibrator—the small, powerful one I keep for emergencies like long days or stressful nights. My hands shake as I lock myself in the farthest stall, the toilet lid down as I perch on it, skirt hiked up around my waist. I slide my panties aside, gasping at how slick I already am. My fingers brush my swollen folds parting them to expose my aching clit. The vibrator hums to life on its lowest setting, and I press it against my entrance first, teasing myself with shallow vibrations. But my mind betrays me, flooding with images of Brian.

There was a pause, then: Careful what you wish for. I might take that as a challenge. Before she could respond, the vibrator kicked on again....stronger this time, pulsing in a rhythm that made her thighs clench. She bit her lip hard, trying desperately not to make any sound, acutely aware of Sarah working three desks away, of Jennifer on the phone at the reception area, of the entire floor of people who could potentially notice if she lost control. The vibration increased. Her vision blurred. Her breath came in short gasps. She was climbing toward orgasm embarrassingly fast, right there at her desk, in full view of anyone who might look her way....

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I said to him and released the towel on my head to let my wet hair down. "You brought us here, so we will get to know each other," I said and went to get my vibrator from my bag. I had wanted to do this for a bit now. Watching those videos of him and Elisabeth did something to me. Moreover, he did request an invite, and I was about to give it. Luke was stunned, but he composed himself. I let him see the vibrator; it was called a g-spot stimulator, Short enough to not stretch my walls and cause me to bleed but good enough for an orgasm.