Fuck Toy Ch. 1: Orgasms are Contagious
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Tap, tap, tap. The sound of the hammer on the last nail reverberated loudly throughout the small room. Chris stepped back, bent to pick up the last picture frame and slid it gently into place on the wall. He stepped back to admire his handiwork. The cool turquoise colors of the wall matched perfectly with the photo, a close-up shot of a starfish shot through sparkling clear water on a beach far, far from here. It was an original shot and the view brought back the memories.
He could almost smell her hair; could just sense the echo of her laughter on the tropical breeze. A momentary pain lanced through him. That was then, and this was now. He sighed and flopped back against the couch he'd set up along the side of the room, allowing the memory to linger as he set down the hammer and pulled out his phone.
It had been about two months since she'd left him. A short note on the table had demarcated the ending of their short, but passionate relationship. She'd jotted it down on a sticky note. Thrust it onto the table amongst the bills, junk mail, and assorted bits that had accumulated in their apartment. It had read:
Sorry Babe. It's just not enough. I need something more!
Becky XO ☹
She hadn't given him a hint of warning and that last exclamation point had to have been the most hurtful bit of punctuation he'd ever seen. But there it was, wasn't it, and that was that.
A few weeks later he'd found a person to sublet to, packed his things, and driven here. It was only a hundred miles or so away from where he'd grown up and not so different really. It was the same tiny midwestern town, just populated by different people. Yet, it seemed like the perfect place to find his bearings and start a new life. A place where he could surround himself with the familiar without having to deal with the echoes of his past. Besides, real estate was cheap. He'd picked up this little commercial building for a song and the house he'd purchased just down the street hadn't been much more expensive.
Shaking his head he glanced around the room and realized he was finished. Everything had been freshly painted, new trim to match the new floor. The pictures were hung, his table was in place. A fountain burbled in the waiting room, and the air smelled of lavender and sage. He could open for business tomorrow. Today, he had the rest of the afternoon to kick back.
He glanced at his phone, flipped open his Twitter account, and looked at the feed. He flipped past the pictures from his friends back in Florida, not really wanting to see what they'd gotten up to. He scrolled over, flipped open his alt account, and leaned back.
His hand made a slow walk toward his crotch as his gaze wandered over a picture of a voluptuous redhead. She was nude, her face and tits glazed in cum from the cock that hovered just beyond her mouth. Her smile seemed genuine, like it was Christmas morning and she'd just been given exactly what she wanted. He kept scrolling, imagining his cock in place of all the others, probing her ass, banging against the back of her throat, buried deep inside her as they gazed intently into one another's eyes.
It wasn't long before he was throbbing and hard. He felt the first drops of precum rising, making their way slowly up his cock. His desire had begun to take him. He could feel it, thick, pungent, hanging in the air, like a slow rolling fog over the Everglades.
He shucked off his jeans, strode across the room to the closet where he'd stashed his favorite fleshlight and bottle of lube. He sighed, knowing that it was all he had to give him relief, and there was no light shining at the end of that tunnel. At least not for the present. He layed back down on the couch and resumed scrolling, landing on a short video of a woman on her knees, gazing haughtily up at her partner while she licked along the edges of his helmet. He moaned lowly. Fuck, that would feel so good right now!
He stripped off his boxers, glancing momentarily at the window. Even though it was ten feet down to the ground outside and there were no windows to peep from across the alley he didn't need any rumors flying. Small towns don't forget that sort of thing.
He tossed his boxers on the floor and picked up the fleshlight, whetting the lips of his silicon lover with a thick drop of precum. He slid her across his shaft, mimicking the motions of the woman he was watching. She was decorated head to toe in ink and she licked her lips as she teased her blindfolded lover with her wet, shaved pussy.
He teased his cock for a while, allowing the toy to caress every side of his shaft, teasing his head, and moaning a little as the warm, heavy sensations flickered through his body. After a while he put down the phone so that he could work the toy with both hands. He began to growl now and then when the warm pool of cum he kept locked in his balls would pulse and threaten to overwhelm his control.
He set the toy down, and reached into his jeans for his air pods, rapidly flicking them into his ears. He enabled the Bluetooth on his phone and scrolled through his DMs to find the one he was after. One of his followers had sent him a link to an audio she'd recorded for him. It was a montage recording of several orgasms she'd had and he felt his heart thud as her familiar voice filled his ears. After a brief intro, in which she detailed, very vividly, what she was imagining when she recorded these, the recording cut right into her first, intense orgasm.
Chris lubed the toy and slid it between the cushions of the couch. He probed shallowly at first, imagining her writhing beneath him as he teased her. When her second orgasm began to break he slid in deep, feeling the bliss of tight, wet, pussy suddenly surrounding him. He savored that for a while before he grunted loudly and began to thrust.
She was on her fourth orgasm when he began to pant and moan loudly. The couch slapped against the wall as he thrust hard and deep , growling as his climax pulsed closer and he edged himself, backing away from the brink several times before he became desperatefor release. She moaned loudly, her voice hitching as she gasped and shrieked "Oh fuck, YES! Mmmm, give me that cock! Fuck!"
It was all he could take, and he buried himself deep, growling, and then moaning in a high pitched wail of his own. He felt the giddy sensation as his control slipped. Felt that moment of ecstasy as the window opened above that hot pool of cum before he blasted it deep into the toy.
"YESI, YES!, YESI, Oh FUCK!", he moaned, then growled as he exploded, pulse after pulse of thick cum coating the insides of the toy.
He lay there over the cushion for a while, panting, catching his breath, allowing the last vestiges of his orgasm to shudder through him.
After a minute he got up, dressed, and cleaned his toy, setting it back on the shelf where it had been.
He felt a little better he thought as he strode out the door, locking it behind him. It was a beautiful evening, and there was still time left for a little fishing down at the local lake!
It was nearing the end of a long day, about the time when all the real work was done. It was late.. Later than usual by far. All the patients had been seen, all the diagnoses handed out. Now, all that was left was paperwork. Amanda sighed. "God, this shit is fucking dull", she thought.
She'd grown accustomed to it though. Three years into her contract in this sleepy midwestern backwater. It had felt like hell on earth at first. Especially for a woman that had come of age in Manhattan. Gone were the lunch forays and social events. Forget Broadway or the MET. Anything remotely resembling theater or art in this place felt as though it was parody. A comic strip of dullardry to which only she could bear witness.
This was the price she paid however. The Health Service Corp had been generous, wiping her slate clean of the debt she'd accrued during her schooling at NYU and subsequent residency at Mount Sinai.
Still, she wasn't entirely sure she could go back now either. She'd grown accustomed to the quiet. The pervasive ether of the city had flown from her over the last few years and she'd become accustomed to the slow pace of life here. The days she spent meeting, sometimes even really helping, her neighbors, had meaning. They carried a weight she couldn't deny and she didn't think she could abandon her post now, even when her contract was up.
She sighed again. "The nights could use some work though", she thought, staring into the computer screen and filling in the blanks where they needed filling.
Tap, Tap, TAP! That infernal banging again. It had been almost a month now since that mysterious stranger had purchased the eye clinic next door, immediately on the other side of the cinder block wall
from her office. The noise had been incessant.
It had been all the talk of the town at first. Nothing had been there since Doc Engelveiss had retired four years ago. Wild speculation had flit about like a hummingbird chased by a pack of coyotes.
First it was going to be an insurance agency, then a restaurant, finally a dentist office. Eventually she'd gotten fed up, searched
the state business directory to put the mystery to bed for herself. "Healing Hands Massage, LLC". A massage business owned by a man named Christopher Hansen. It actually sounded like a good idea. Certainly, he had the market to himself. Even if that hadn't been the case, he would have had the market cornered. Her med tech Mandie had seen him leaving one evening, and had been gushing over him ever since. Purportedly, he wasn't bad to look at.
Of course, his "foreignness" seemed to be part of the appeal. But...she'd caught glimpses of him on occasion. A little over six foot four with broad shoulders, thick, veiny forearms, dusty brown hair, and a tan that would be the envy of any woman, he really was a bit of a catch compared to the local stock.
But, just like that, the hammering stopped. She heard a faint sigh, and the sound of couch springs, envisioning the moment from her side of the wall. It seemed a break was in order over there. "Yeah, that must be nice", she thought, fingers flitting deftly over the keys of her laptop. Her mind wandered while she worked, seeking an escape, a place that was, well, anywhere but here.
"Mmmmm…" Was that a moan she'd just heard? She shook her head, and kept working, figuring she was imagining things. Still, she kept one ear cocked, heard the sound of the vent banging underneath the floor and footsteps moving away, then back. She envisioned him walking back with a beer, sitting down for a cold one after a long day and then added that to her checklist of things to do when she finally got home.
"Ummmmh...grrrrr…". Okay, that was definitely a moan. Amanda's fingers slowed on the keys, not really caring any longer what was on the screen. She listened harder, thought she heard the sound of something wet on skin. That thick, liquid smack that can only come from lubricated flesh.
"Grrrrrmmmm…" Without realizing what was happening, her hand drifted lower, slowly finding its way between her legs.
She heard him get up. "Oh shit! Don't stop!", she thought. This was by far the most interesting thing that had happened in months.
"Oooommmm", she heard him grunt loudly. Suddenly she felt a warmth in her belly she hadn't felt in years. One that she'd locked away behind tests and 22 hour shifts. Without ever realizing it she had simply forgotten about sex. Those thoughts were coming back with a vengeance now.
She felt her hand slide slowly beneath her pants as the warmth spread from her belly, lower. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as she strained to hear what was happening on the other side of that wall.
"Umphhh...", a muffled moan escaped through the concrete before her pens started rattling a little in her office cup. They vibrated in time to with his thrusts, faster and faster. Her hand slid below her panties, finding them soaked with the dew of her arousal.
"Mmmmph...Ohhh...", she could tell he was getting close now, his thrusts coming more urgently, the pens no longer just vibrating but actively bouncing each time he thrust his cock into whomever or whatever he was fucking. Her fingers found her clit, working in slow circles as she listened intently.
"YES, YESI, YES!, Ohhhh FUCK!, Grmmmm...." He shouted through the wall. The thrusts grew sharp, abrupt, rattling the pens in her cup. She knew he was coming. "Ohhhhh...", she whimpered, wishing
desperately that she could finish while he was still working away. Alas, after a short time, the thrusting slowed. She could hear his ragged breath slowly calming as he got up and walked away.
Coming back to herself she jerked her hand back out of her panties and glanced hurriedly around to make sure no one had seen. The office was still empty. No one was there to report her and after a couple moments of panic she calmed herself and stood.
She could feel the warm wetness simmering between her legs, brought her fingers to her mouth and tasted her desire. "FUCK!, it had been so long", she thought. The sound of footsteps rattled through the wall and it was as though she could sense his imminent departure in their cadence.
She strode hurriedly to the door, opening it just a crack to peer out as she watched him walk to his truck, one hand snaking absently down beneath her panties again as he opened the door and hopped in. The engine roared to life as he turned the key and backed out into the street. Amanda closed the door as he drove by, conscious of the way it might look were she to get caught spying.
She turned and went back to her office, rushing through whatever work remained, feeling the unrelenting heat smoldering in her belly.
When she was finally finished she pulled up his website. The site had a calendar feature that served to highlight his availability and she wasted no time in booking an appointment, an hour long session, the very last of the day.
When she was finished she blocked it off in her own schedule and shut down the computer with a sigh. Laying back, she found herself driven to distraction by the burning heat pulsing between her legs.
She glanced around, checking one last time to make sure that the clinic was empty before closing the door to her office, locking it, and pulling off her scrubs. She sat back down in her chair, clad only in her bra, socks, and her sopping wet pair of panties.
The scent of her swollen, wet, sex permeated the air, saturating her small office with the aroma of her desire. Squeezing her legs together she lay back in the chair, sighing audibly as she reclined.
She let her mind drift back, recalling the sound of Chris growling and moaning as she ran her hands up her abdomen, feeling her smooth skin, the delicate musculature beneath shivering in response.
It had been so long since she'd done this and she was positively trembling with need. Soft moans escaped her lips as she ran her hands up under her bra, feeling the weight of her breasts and running her fingers over her areola before softly pinching her hardening nipples.
Then, her fingers wandered lower, drifting gently over her thighs and she giggled, the light, tickling sensations overwhelming her sensibilities. She drew her fingers over her panties, feeling the wet smooth cotton and the heat that radiated from beneath. Her palm ground against her clit, pressing against it through the fabric as her fingers traced the edges of her turgid lips.
The sensation was more than she'd been prepared for and without thinking she found herself hurriedly rolling her panties down her legs, squirming out of them before violently flicking them against the door. The feel of the cool air against her wetness made her gasp and she spread her legs wide, drinking in the sensation.
"Mmmmmm", she moaned as her hands slid along the insides of her thighs. She imagined rough, calloused hands doing the same, whimpering at the phantom sensation of a lover's beard brushing her neck. Her finger slid along the outside of her glistening pussy, allowing the wetness to pool along her lips before sliding it deeper inside.
"Mmmm..fuck", she moaned. It felt so decadent, so indulgent, to go deeper, and she did, sliding first one, then two fingers inside as she humped her clit against her palm. She felt her nipples harden, felt the flush and heat of her arousal climb higher. She reached up, unhooked her bra, and dropped it to the floor before grabbing her breasts roughly and tweaking her nipples hard.
"Ohhhhh!", she gasped, doubling over a little as the electric shockwaves of pleasure crackled, coursing from her nipples down to her clit, causing her to flush and sigh. She ran a hand down her abdomen, slowly inching down over the smooth flesh, over her navel, and through the course hair of her trimmed patch of pubic hair. She slid it lower still, drawing her fingers in slow, gentle circles over her clit, causing her to spasm in shock as she moaned loudly "Ohhhh...mmmmm, Fuck!".
She dipped her fingers inside herself again, gathering her wetness and coating them in her slippery dew before bringing them to her lips and licking them off. She'd always liked the way she tasted, salty and slightly sweet, but clean, almost like a salty version of cucumber water with a bit of lemon juice mixed in.
She imagined the feel of Chris's hard dick in her mouth, coated in her juices from a nice hard fuck. She licked her fingers again dipping them back inside her pussy now and then to gather more of her flavor. "Mmmmmm", she moaned deeply and whispered, "Ohhh, yes. Put your cock in my mouth….Mmmmm".
She'd gotten herself good and worked up now, the heat of her arousal taking over as she slid both of her hands down, over her breasts, pinching her nipples as she humped the air with her pussy. She wanted desperately to feel a man's cock sliding in and out of her, filling her, stretching her. "Mmmph", she whimpered, glancing desperately around her office for anything remotely phallic.
Her eyes lit upon a lint roller she had propped along the corner of her desk and she reached for it in desperation, knocking over her jar of pens as she grabbed for it.
The handle was far too small for her liking but it would have to do. It had a nice, gentle curve to it and she gasped as she slid it inside herself, moaning as it nudged against her g-spot and yelping as it slid home, the hilt jarring against the fingers of her other hand as she worked her clit.
She fucked against it, thrusting it in and out, first slowly, and then rapidly as she rubbed her clit in slow circles, increasing the pressure as her orgasm built.
Finally, it was all she could take, and she screamed "Ohhh….FUCK!!...Ohhhh...YES!" as she came, over and over. The thought of a cock buried deep inside of her echoing through her mind as she buried the roller deep. "Ohhhhh….GOD!....YES! Use me as your little FUCK toy. Ohhhhh….Fuck".
When her orgasm finally subsided she lay back in the chair, gasping, and breathing heavily, letting her heart rate gradually slow until she'd come back down completely.
When she'd returned to her senses she dressed quickly and locked up, wondering how she would purge the scent of her arousal from her office before the work day began tomorrow. Oh, but FUCK, it had been worth it! She couldn't remember the last time she'd came, let alone, came like that!
On her way out the door her phone chimed and she glanced down to see a text.
"Healing Hands Massage: Your appointment has been confirmed! We look forward to your visit tomorrow at 4:30p! See you then!"
She chuckled as she walked out the door, feeling the embers of desire stir anew. "You're not the only one looking forward to it", she thought.