So how do I keep up with that? They practically are the Baskin Robbins of sex. They’re like every flavor of sexy that you could ever want. If somehow they overlooked all the girls, then I still didn’t have a chance, because that almost guarantees they’re drooling over Grim. I love them all, but they’ve practically killed my sex life, not that I had one to begin with.
Speaking of sex life…I slipped out of my clothes, and tossed them into one of my now empty suitcases like a clothes hamper. My bra fluttered through the air and draped over the edge, and quickly my panties joined them. They were practically soaked. Since when did being close to Penny turn me into a drooling freak? My little furry friend was practically screaming for attention, and if I was going to get through tonight’s dinner then I’d need to take care of it. Otherwise, Danika the bloodhound would have teasing material all night long.
Reaching into the other mostly empty suitcase, I pulled out my B.O.B. Good old trusty B.O.B. He never lets a girl down. He knows just what to do, and if he was able to squash bugs, open lids, and cuddle, then I’d marry him. B.O.B.’s been with me since I was nineteen. He’s not flashy, but he’s dependable. That’s me, not flashy…but I always get the job done. Some girls like the twisting, turning, vibrating, pumping, g-spot stimulating, clitoris teasing, fashionably colored sex toys. Give me my old Hitachi Magic Wand massager any day. I guess when you get around to it he really wasn’t a B.O.B. after all. He was a W.P.O.B., or Wall Plug Operated Boyfriend. Unfortunately, W.P.O.B. just doesn’t have the same ring to it.
I didn’t always call him my B.O.B., but I started after a night of drinking with Niki and Danika. I found out that Niki has a habit of naming all her dildos, vibrators, and Lord knows what else. Apparently she’s got a huge collection, and I don’t just mean huge in the sense that she has a lot. Niki really likes all her toys to have some serious heft to them. For the record, never…ever…EVER…discuss sex toys with Niki after she’s good and plastered. I learned horribly disturbing, and strangely erotic things that still haunt the back of my mind. Firstly, that Niki is a bit of a size queen. She loves her toys to be almost comically big, or as she said, “Pussy, the final frontier. These were the voyages of me getting laid. My five year mission: to explore strange clitorises, to seek out their g-spots, to fondle their asses and suck perky nipples, to boldly go where many men only wish they could have gone before.” Never have girl talk at a bar showing a Star-Trek marathon. It just gets weird. I also learned that Niki loved “bottoming out” in a woman. When I asked what that meant she told me that she loved the moment that the toy she was using would reach a woman’s cervix. It meant that she’d gone as far into a woman as she could. She liked knowing that she was reaching places inside a woman that most of their boyfriends never could. I wasn’t clear on what the big thrill about that was, but then again every boyfriend I'd ever had wasn't exactly hung like a mule. They definitely came up on the short end of the…stick, but if you never had it then you sure can’t miss it…can you?
I plugged B.O.B. in and flipped him on to low. B.O.B. only has two speeds, but they both will get you where you want to be…eventually, which if my memory serves me right is still one more speed than my last boyfriend from three years ago. Of course he never got me there, but he sure tried hard. It wasn’t his fault though. It’s just that God apparently thought a great tradeoff for a brilliant mind, and a beautiful singing voice was a tiny-little-itty-bitty-adorable-little-yeah I said little twice-baby…penis. I’m not one of those girls that believe a man has to have a huge…attitude. I really believe that it is the motion in the ocean, but I also know that you can’t churn butter with a toothpick. Of course I’d never had a man with an even average sized…thing, let alone a really big one. To say they were all small does a disservice to small wangs everywhere. For some reason they weren’t just small…most were infinitesimal.
When you coupled his size, or lack thereof, with what was possibly the Guinness World Record for worst case of premature ejaculation…well it’s just a really good thing he was such a nice guy. Half the time he was finished when I took my bra off. That sounds really flattering at first, and it was just adorable the first time. The second time…not so much. Then, when you realize that he’s going to make his happy juice anytime the twins come out. Well, it’s just depressing once you reach double digits. Our lovemaking was an epic fail from the beginning. After many…many…many attempts to actually be together, we finally found the way.
All we had to do was:
1) I had to turn off all the lights leading from my front door to the bedroom prior to the date. (Or else he’d get too excited and well…you know.)
2) Go directly into the bedroom, but not actually discuss going because the pressure of performance might keep his little soldier from “fighting the good fight”.
3) No foreplay! Absolutely none! Even a kiss for luck could result in his immediate and embarrassingly one-sided satisfaction.
4) Enter the beds from opposite sides. (I still don’t have a clue why. I mean it was like we were getting ready to do battle, but I’ve thumb wrestled my sisters for longer than our lovemaking sessions.)
5) He had to enter me from the missionary position, and I couldn’t talk or it would break his…concentration.
6) If he was somehow able to enter me then I had to do my best to praise him, because his little friend was skittish like a groundhog. If something scared it, or embarrassed it, then it could be six weeks before I ever saw it again.
The only consolation was that he was just a really great guy, at first. Also, you’d be amazed just how great a man looks when he’s the only one for miles. He was a tech geek helping set up the complex. Elizabeth had hired him to assist me with all the wiring as needed, and to help convert an old secret military compound into a training area for some special trainees. Those trainees eventually became Penny, Danika, and all the others. Danny was just there to get things set up, and he assisted me with whatever I couldn't handle on my own at the time. He tried, but his equipment just couldn’t handle the job.
Honestly, I really and truly liked Danny, but he just had so much baggage. I’d probably have been okay with the bad sex, but he was insecure. One night after I’d taken care of all his needs (Which basically meant I gave him a come hither look, and he cum thitherred into his batman boxers.) I took out my vibrator, and started trying to make myself every bit as happy as he’d just been made. Well, he got all in a huff, snatched my vibrator right out of my hand, and threw it against the wall where it broke into several pieces. Danny then spent the next hour berating me for not being satisfied with his efforts, and so I did what any highly intelligent woman should do. I respectfully reminded him that it was my room and that if he wasn’t happy with what I did in my room then he could leave like the gentleman that I’d known him to be all this time. Then when he refused, I kindly, and like a true lady, told him to go fuck himself if he could even find his tiny baby dick. Then I proceeded to explain with all the dignity a girl can muster at that moment that for the entire duration of our relationship, I still wasn’t sure if he’d actually been inside me, and that’s when I learned that Danny had a tiny insignificant penis, but a heck of a right cross.
An hour later Elizabeth had shipped him off to…honestly I don’t really know or care. Elizabeth, you know for a psychopath that tried to take over the world she really could be a great boss sometimes. I still feel bad that we had to kill her, but it was that or let her and that nut of a general overthrow America. Then again she was syphoning off a lot the royalties for my patents so she wasn’t going to be boss of the year. Still, she had her good points…sometimes. Well Danny was gone an hour later, and by the end of the week I was sporting a pretty good shiner and now owned a Hitachi Magic Wand or B.O.B., as he’s now called. Frankly, I considered it a severe upgrade over Danny.
B.O.B. is a big boy. If I made a fist then B.O.B would be about the length from my elbow to the end of my fist. The head vibrates to two settings, and right now I h
ad him at low. Low for B.O.B. is still faster than most battery operated vibrators high setting. Since B.O.B. plugs in I never have to deal with that frustrating moment of when you’re almost there and the battery dies. No woman is ever as desperate as the moment they are just about to tip over into that wonderful release that only an orgasm can give, and then they start feeling the little motor powering down. So then it becomes a desperate race. You start trying to will the motor to go faster, and even try helping the vibrator along by making quick circular motions. The closer you get, the weaker the battery gets, and before you know it, you’re at a masturbatory stalemate. It won’t go fast enough to get you off, but you’re close enough that you don’t want to stop to go find batteries. You just hope that it will somehow bring you over before it dies, but it never does. So then you have to make the walk of shame to go find some more batteries.
Prior to B.O.B., I used to buy huge packs of batteries, and I’m still pretty sure that the cashiers knew what I was buying them for most of the time. Really, the only time that you can get away with not looking like some kind of self-gratifying pervert is around Christmas. I just hated going to the cashier carrying my giant pack of batteries. I once saw a forty-eight pack of batteries, but really, at that point you might as well just wear a t-shirt that says chronic masturbator. Two things I dread in life at the cashier…a price check on tampons, and having to think on the fly when someone is making idle chit-chat and asks me, “So what are all those double A’s for?” It’s not like I can turn around and say kindly, “Well dear sir and or madam…the double A’s are so Double D can find herself the big O.” Thank God that B.O.B. plugs into the wall, and now I’ve been saved from any of those problems. Also, I no longer have the frustration of trying to use a remote only to realize that its batteries have been cannibalized for a greater…an “Oh God” so much greater cause!
The bulbous vibrating head started to nestle down into my wookie’s little afro. Yeah, I definitely needed a little landscaping down there. Maybe we could all go out tomorrow and have a girl’s day? I was just about to start planning the whole thing out when B.O.B.’s vibrations started tickling my little muff. I started giggling and had to either push it all the way down, or…well honestly there wasn’t an “or” right now. I was already practically leaving a wet spot on the bed.
B.O.B reached my entrance, and a pleasurable little shiver ran through me. Some girls like dipping their toys inside of them. Some swear by the “rabbit” styles that find your g-spot and your clit. Which is funny, a grown man with at least a high school diploma can’t find it, but a piece of plastic can somehow magically get there with very little help. Of course, if men ever once asked for directions, then maybe…no…no…Hell will sell ice cream before a man will ever bring himself to ask directions. Anyway, I prefer just feeling the pressure of B.O.B. at my entrance.
I press down just to get the sensation that he’s trying to enter me. B.O.B.’s got a big, bulbous head. It’s much too big to insert into myself in any way that would be comfortable, but I still just love the feeling it sends through me when I press it down at my opening. I could just run it like that forever, slowly pressing it harder, and then relaxing. I’ve never been able to cum like this, but it feels so good doing it that I almost always start out teasing myself this way. It’s like B.O.B.’s trying to enter, but he’s just too big and can only knock patiently as he waits for me to open myself to him.
My other hand is free for a while, and so it goes on a little merry journey along my body. First, I put a couple of fingers into my mouth and suck on them. Usually I imagine I’m sucking the hard throbbing manhood of some stranger, or maybe it’s some guy I saw on T.V. or at a movie. I’m a girl with a pretty broad imagination, but after being around Penny, and watching her tease Grim…it’s no surprise they are both in my little fantasy.
In my mind I just see Grim nude standing over me in a throne room. His…member is proportional to his body, and that means it’s large, thick, and a little menacing. I’m on my knees servicing him, barely able to fit him into my mouth. Both of his hands gripping the back of my head firmly, but carefully and he was gently stroking himself in and out between my lips. I moan a little and add an extra finger to try and mimic Grim’s thickness.
Grim pumps himself in and out with the authority of a king, and I eagerly, like a simple servant girl, stare up at him in awe. Thankful my lord, my…master would ever allow me the honor of servicing him. I reach around and grip his firm buttocks to try and force more of him in, but he’s just too large to accommodate. I’m nervous that I might disappoint him, but when I look into his glacier blue eyes all I see is lust and a strain that says he’s fighting against his release. That he’s trying to enjoy the feeling as long as possible.
I begin picking up speed with B.O.B. The rounded head of the wand starts pressing faster and harder against my dripping wetness. Visions of Grim’s lust fueled gaze causes my nipples to begin straining outward. I wouldn’t have thought it could get any better, but then Penny walks into my room. I would have expected her nude as well, but instead she’s wearing the body armor I designed for her. The shiny black has an almost liquid quality. It fits her perfectly, and I gasp a little as her breasts sway gently with each step. Her crimson red hair hanging down almost to the cleavage of her heart shaped bottom.
By now Grim is almost ready to release. I can feel the pulse of his hardness. He’s almost there, but I know that it isn’t for me to receive such a glorious gift. I know that what I’ve done is only to prepare Grim for his lover. Penny kisses him deeply, and I feel him grow even stiffer until he’s like steel in my mouth. I know I’m already whimpering. Seeing him in such pleasure reaches something deep inside me. It’s something dark, and a little dangerous, a part of me that wants to claim, or be claimed.
Penny was trailing a hand down his chest, and then across muscular abs. I watch my mistress look down at me approvingly, and without hesitation she grips his meaty shaft and pulls him slowly out of my mouth. I can’t help but whimper a little as his head begins to slip out from my lips. My mistress kindly allows me the opportunity to kiss the head as a reward for a good job. She then reaches down and crooking a finger under my chin, lifts me up to my feet. I’m nervous. All I want is to make them both happy, to help them fulfill their needs. Mistress Penny stalks me like a panther. Her eyes practically glow with lust and hunger. As she advances, I feel myself walking backwards until I stumble into Grim’s throne. It’s heavy wood, worn smooth with use.
I know I shouldn’t be on his throne and I scramble to climb out, but my queen…my mistress…my everything grips me gently by the throat in order to push me deeper into the seat. I don’t dare move against her wishes. To deny her whims means to risk swift and cruel punishment. My eyes nervously look past her towards my master. Grim only gives me a slightly amused look, and then returns to drinking in his queen’s beauty. Finally, he begins helping her out of the armor. Once she’s out of it he tosses the armor away like garbage. As beautiful as she looked in the armor, it’s finally clear that hiding her body was practically a crime. Firm, heavy breasts sway in front of me. A slender waist suddenly swells out to the beautiful curve of hips. She’s a perfect hourglass.
Before her majesty can really sink in, Grim rests an arm on her shoulder. Penny sinks down to her knees, and then slides forward until her mouth hovers just millimeters from my already swollen clit. I feel my heart pitter-patter when she suddenly lifts up to kiss me. My mistress’ lips are soft, and taste like strawberries. It’s not a deep kiss, just a quick gesture to calm me, and to let me know that she wants me to enjoy myself. Penny starts trailing down my neck, to my chest, and finally returns to hovering just above my opening. I could feel myself throbbing with need.
Penny looked up, and Oh God it was beautiful. I’d never felt so powerful, and so fragile at the same time. She looked like she was willing to give anything to just devour me, and I was all but begging for it. My hips fought against my self-control. They wanted t
o rise up and press my wetness against those beautiful lips, but I knew that she didn’t want me to move. So for a moment we were holding at a painfully arousing stalemate. Her closeness kept driving up my arousal, and the scent of my arousal kept calling to her like a moth to a flame. Something had to break the impasse.
I looked over Penny at Grim. He smiled wickedly, and his eyes became devilishly playful. The huge man sank down until he was on his knees. I watched his hips and abdominal muscles flex and relax as he began to tease Penny’s entrance with his veiny, swollen manhood. Penny started whimpering, but he only raised a hand and gave her a firm swat across her butt. A gasp slipped out from her, and it was followed by another playfully authoritative swat against her other butt cheek. Grim lowered himself even further until he was sitting on his ankles.
Then he began to use one hand to tease at Penny. I watched him tease at her opening. His arm moved around as his fingers explored inside my beautiful mistress. Sometimes he just teased her clit, and then just as she was about to trip over into orgasm, he’d stop and begin a slow sawing in and out of her with a few fingers. The whole time he kept spanking her with his other hand. I couldn’t help but watch as the beautiful woman quickly found herself at the edge of orgasm.
Soon it became apparent he wasn’t going to allow her to cum. Grim was just enjoying bringing her to the edge, and then backing down before she could finish. She grew more and more desperate every time he brought her to the edge only to back her down again. My mistress needed release, or at least something to focus on while Grim administered his sweet torture.
Penny’s hands slid all over my body desperately. She trailed her nails against me, and began fondling my breasts. Her nose kept teasing the hair on my kitty. She was still too far to reach me, but close enough that I had to keep fighting against the urge to pull her face deeper into my thighs.
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