by Carley Rose
“Hot,” Jake breathed out, leaving my face a bit warmer than before as I rolled my eyes. If he didn’t get on with it already, I would just fuck him myself.
A rush of cold air left my wet pussy on full display as he took down my panties, my body barely staying in place as it shook in anticipation. I was definitely going to feel this later. If what I felt earlier was any indication, Jake could make it worth it.
“No moving.” My hips were wiggling around in impatience, but I stopped. It was beyond annoying to be commanded by someone younger and underneath me at work. Still, even more infuriating was how long he was taking to just do it.
“Spread open your legs more.” I was thankful that my face was turned away from him, because it felt feverishly hot even as I obeyed his command. If only I hadn’t procrastinated for so long, if only I hadn’t thrown the remote without looking… Those thoughts did occur to me, but it was hard to think about over the pulsing need below.
"Keep breathing..." That was all the warning I got before something cold and hard pressed against my entrance.
"W-what is that?" I gasped, my body tensing as the foreign object invaded me. It certainly wasn’t the dick I had been anticipating.
"I just wanted to show you exactly what my toy can do, as it seems like you enjoy playing with toys yourself."
"The rocket-oh!" He pushed it in harder, the large plastic toy thicker than I realized, having difficulty squeezing in despite the fact that I was dripping wet.
"That's right. You're taking it in so well, but you haven’t experienced what it can really do, yet," Jake said as he used small thrusts to get the toy farther in me. I worked on my breathing, feeling more stretched out than I had in a while but not wanting to stop.
He was twisting it around, too, grinding the hard plastic against my swollen clit, making sparks appear behind my closed eyelids.
"W-what do you mean?" I asked, not quite sure if I could take anymore. The rocket wasn't only large, it was also long. Longer than I could take, in any case. How much more was he going to put in there? The pressure I felt from the toy inside was already making it hard to breath.
"Don't worry, I'll give you a count down before I press the button. I promise you it won't fail this time," Jake said, twisting the toy inside of me, the plastic coated in enough of my juices that it made some rather embarrassing sounds. If anyone walked in my office right now...
Well, at least I wouldn't be the only one in a compromising position.
"5," Jake started his countdown, slowing his movements with the toy down.
"4." My face was still up against the back of the chair, but I heard him grab something off of the desk.
"3." It was so gradual I almost missed it, but he was taking the toy out. It was slower than a snail's pace, but the large toy left quite an empty feeling when it wasn't there.
"2." He continued to pull it out, and all I could think about was the stupid toy and its excruciating slow voyage back. The tension from holding it inside earlier started to disappear, but the emptiness its escape caused almost made me set my hips back and fuck myself with it. Of course, he was nearly done counting, so I waited. I'm an adult, after all. An adult that plays with toys.
"1." I almost forgot to breath in my excitement, knowing that my now empty pussy was about to feel just how much more powerful the rocket was first hand. The tip of the rocket was on my lips, staying lined up with my hole as it twitched in anticipation.
"Lift off."
It slammed into me, digging its way right back through my hole and knocking the breath out of me. Even when it got as far as it could, though, it continued to shake and vibrate with energy, the 'lift off' not quite finished.
I almost blacked out, but Jake didn't stop there. He pulled it out and pushed the button again, this time without warning. The rocket had no trouble forcing its way back in the second time, or the third or fourth time.
Sweat broke out all over my body as he continued to launch the rocket inside of me over and over again, proving just how strong its batteries were. Drool dribbled out of my mouth as I smashed my face against the chair's back, my mind hazy with pleasure.
The vibrating panties had nothing on this- this was so much more. I felt sore and stretched but the waves of pleasure kept flowing through my body as Jake continued.
I'm not sure when or even how many times I came, but my cum was running down my legs and making a small puddle on my expensive leather chair.
"How is that? Is it good enough for you, yet?" Jake asked me, his voice right by my ear.
"Y-yeess," I said, amazed I could even form words at this point. Most of my body was just barely holding itself up, and I thought I had lost control of my vocal chords. Thankfully, pressing my face against the chair helped muffle the moans and shouts.
"Good, because now it's time for the real thing." Jake didn't elaborate any further with words, instead taking out the rocket and shoving something else, something very different, inside my abused hole.
His dick was hot, and big, and hot. My walls were still sore from the large girth of the rocket, and having Jake pressing up against them made him feel like he was scorching. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out, nearly cumming once again when I felt his balls burn my clit.
He grinded into me, making me feel every inch of himself inside of me as my body took him.
Then he began to move.
He wasn't as big as the toy, thank god, but his speed was nothing to laugh at. I gasped for breath as he kept up his jack-hammer pace, holding my hips in place so that he could get the best angle for himself.
"How's that? Is my rocket enough for you?"
"F-fuck." Jake was a talker, and had a serious thing for rocket ships. He also had an awesome dick and knew how to use it, so I guess I couldn't complain too much.
"That's right, take it all in. I'm almost there..." Jake said, his balls slapping against me as he continued thrusting hard. I was already there, and back, and there again after everything. I wasn't even sure if I would be able to stand after all of this.
My legs were shaking with the effort of keeping myself propped up on the chair for Jake, and even my arms were starting to lose their grip.
"I want to see you messed up when I cum." That was all the warning I got before Jake flipped me over, proving that his muscles weren't just for show. My body was so tired that I allowed him to hold me up, most of my weight settling on the chair as he got himself right back into me and went for it.
My hands flailed around a bit before setting on the chair and the desk for some support. I think I knocked over some documents, but it was hard to think of anything like that right at this moment, especially now that Jake's face was right in front of my own.
He was watching me with a smug little smirk on his face, sweat beading on his body and staining some of the shirt where it still clung to him. The front was unbuttoned, which I had no idea when or where that happened, but I wasn't about to complain about the free show it gave me.
Of course, his gaze was pretty hard to ignore, even with abs in front of me.
"That's it, I love the mess you've become. I'm about to-" I swear if he compares his dick to a rocket one more time… "-blast inside of you."
Okay, that's it. No lowly employee was going to fuck me and then make me blush whenever I see rockets in the future without me doing something.
I mean, sure, I was probably a hot mess, covered in sweat with my clothes scrunched up so that my nether regions were easy to get to, but I didn't get to where I was without intelligence.
And damn it, I wasn't going to let him have all the puns.
"Are you going to land inside of me?" I asked in between breaths. I swear, even my high aerobic cardio trainer didn't push me this far. Still, I returned his stare, watching in fascination as those hazel eyes widened in surprise. The pace slowed slightly before he picked it right back up.
"How about that rocket fuel? I'm sure it's aching to come out," I said, using what was le
ft of my energy to grab onto his shirt. I never really tried playing around like this before, but it was kind of fun.
"Y-yeah, I'm going to pump you full of my engine's biodegradable oil," Jake returned, a slow smile spreading across his face. I could feel my own cheeks lifting up in response.
"Mmn, that's hot, just like the fiery ball of hydrogen in the sky." I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing.
"Oh yeah, I think there's definitely some nuclear fusion going on right now." Jake snorted, and then we both broke out into laughter. My heart lightened in a way my panties could never make happen. Even with my body as sore and tired as it was, I more relaxed than I had been in ages.
Jake only took a few more pumps before letting out a satisfied sigh and releasing his own blend of chemicals inside of me.
He collapsed on the floor, and I followed, finding the chair to be a little too wet to sit on. The ground was nice and cool, even comfortable after the workout we just went through.
For a minute or two we simply laid on the ground, trying to catch our breath as we cooled down.
"So... What did you think of my rocket?"
I turned by head towards Jake, one eyebrow raised as he returned my look.
"Your dick or the one for kids that we misappropriated?" Jake snorted, rolling his eyes before pointing to the rocket on the table. It was kind of embarrassing to see it as it was now, covered in my own juices and shining brightly in the light of my office. My hole was still throbbing from how it had squeezed inside of me earlier, and just looking at it made my clit twitch.
"Haha, well, maybe it was meant to be for adults this whole time. It certainly held up, didn't it?"
"Yes, I suppose it did. Although I would like to test it one more time before showing it to the board members."
"Oh really?" Jake was looking at me with raised eyebrows. I rolled my eyes, sighing as heat filled my cheeks.
"I meant as a children's toy. It might be too strong for young kids to use."
"But it was perfect for adults?"
I bit my lip, the sincerity in Jake's tone making me actually consider the question for a second.
"With some adjustments to the design and material, maybe..."
"You know... I've always enjoyed making toys but I never thought I could make a real career out of it so I studied graphic design instead," Jake said, propping his head up on one elbow as he looked at me. I sat up, my muscles silently screaming in protest as I took a moment to stretch out.
"Making toys for kids is nice, but they get bored of them and then don't take very good care of them most of the time. Adult toys, on the other hand... I think those might be a lot more fun, in more ways than one."
"What are you suggesting, Mr. Front?" I asked, letting my gaze wonder over his half naked body. At some point, he had taken off his shirt, and I could only imagine what the conversation to ask my secretary to buy a new men's shirt was going to be like. There was no way he was walking out of my office looking like that.
"I'm thinking that with your business knowledge and my toys, we can create an empire for adult toys. How about it?"
It was the most absurd thing anyone had ever said to me, but I couldn't help seriously considering it. On one hand, I had a comfortable life here at Toys company, but on the other, I was tired of this job and never had any real interest in the business to begin with. Adult toys, though, I knew plenty about.
I already had a 401k, mortgage payments, and a certain level of respect I've built up with friends and family through my job.
"What do you think? Could we launch this together?" Jake asked, putting out a hand. I hesitated for only a second to snort before taking it and shaking.
"Screw it, I just got fucked by a rocket ship, let's prepare to launch."
And, so started the beginning of the Adult's Toy factory with two friends that were too close to be lovers and too close to be just friends.
+++
End of Playtime for Adults
Toys ‘in Us
It was a beautiful day, the sun freely shining over my naked body while I was getting fucked by Jake's new machine in the backyard.
Months ago, I turned in my resignation letter to Toys company and officially started working with Jake to create our adult toy company. It hadn't been easy, and we were still working out of my own house, but together we found a happy median for it.
And, of course, I tested out almost all the toys. Currently, it was the adjustable backwards sitting chair with part of the bottom cut out that Jake built last week.
I thought it was ridiculous, as you can't even fit the damn thing inside without potentially breaking something. The metal he made the prototype out of also scratched up my wooden flooring. Usually he made all his creations in the basement, but because the weather was so nice he decided to work on it outside, sometimes bringing it inside for some touch ups with the tools downstairs.
Despite the drawbacks, it was comfortable, allowing me to drape over the padded back with my slit completely exposed on the half circle missing from the chair's seat. That was where Jake had inserted his new battery powered thrusting machine, positioned right at the perfect angle.
Even though I had my doubts about the chair, feeling the machine pound into me as I was strapped down on the chair, my legs forcibly held open while the machine continued to thrust the dildo Jake attached to the end of it... I had to say I was pretty impressed.
"How is it? Out of 10 stars with 10 being the ultimate cumming experience?" Jake asked, watching my body get taken with a rather methodical look in his eyes. I rolled my own eyes, unable to speak since we gagged my mouth in order to keep down any sounds I might make, just in case we had any nosey neighbors.
"Just use your fingers. Those are free," Jake said when he caught the look I was giving him. My wrists were strapped around the back of the chair, but my fingers were given the freedom to clench or unclench.
I gave him two fingers, one in the middle of each hand.
"Very funny, Scar, but I really do need to know how the machine is working for you."
Then why don't you ask after it's done fucking me senseless and I can actually think?
Over the last few months I came to learn a lot about my business partner. Although he's younger, he has this almost obsessive passion for creating toys. He told me it wasn't so bad when it was just children's toys, but somehow adult toys opened up an entirely new world for him and he couldn't stop thinking of new toys to create.
I had to test everything out. Well, everything that didn't require a dick to work, but he seemed more interested in making toys for women, so I was the perfect test subject.
Still, the machine had been pounding away at me for the last ten minutes without pause, and I was starting to feel the strain. Jake had properly lubed up the dildo so that it slid in and out without any issues, but I was strapped into the chair without any way of moving, feeling almost like an animal tied up on the special chair.
The gag made it hard to relay exactly how the machine drove me further into the chair and squished my breasts against the chair's back, something that felt alright five minutes ago but now was starting to chafe. Perhaps we could build in a softer, easy to clean fabric there? Just so that it didn't feel like my tits were about to fall off.
And then there was the sound. Lube was important, yes, but each time it thrust in, there was this loud squishing noise as it was sucked in. There was also the sound of the machine's gears working away. It wasn't too loud, but then I was outside, tied up in my birthday suit, and all my neighbors needed to do was find a hole in the fence or peek over it and then any future block parties would get a whole lot more awkward.
Plus, just being outside made it hard to really get into it. It was a very different setting compared to the basement, where we usually tested toys. Birds chirped on by and there was a lawnmower in the distance as my pussy continued to get filled up with the dildo.
"Mnn, mnn!" I signaled, ready to stop. I had already cum twice, and if
this kept up there wouldn't be anything left in me. Jake sighed, but got up after marking something on the clipboard in front of him to turn off the machine.
It didn't stop right away, but slowed down and made the most embarrassing noise as it inched out of me. Despite being completely naked, my face heated up.
"You lasted a whole fifteen minutes, good job," Jake said, patting my head before undoing the straps that seemed to cover more than needed. I hadn’t even been move my hips with the two different straps over my lower back and butt.
"Water?" I asked as soon as the gag was off, but he was already holding out a bottle with a straw in it. I graciously took it and sipped, enjoying the refreshing coolness as it traveled down my throat.
"So, what do you think? Maybe we can sell these as a bundle?" Jake asked, placing a robe over my shoulders.
"Mnn," I started, accepting the robe and sitting down on the perfectly manicured lawn as I let my body and mind relax. "It's not bad, but we need to work out a few things. The material we used for straps before was softer, so unless we work on these new ones more I think we should go back to them or else people will complain about rashes." I inspected my own arm, feeling over the red marks the straps left behind.
"But those ones broke too easy. Maybe... We could line a softer material on the inside of the straps? That will be more expensive, though."
"Do it. We're not selling to stingy parents whose kids are going to get bored of these after a day, we're selling to income earning adults who are more than willing to spend a bit extra to get a bit extra."
"Right, right," Jake said, looking over the machine while writing things down on his clipboard.
"Also, we should make the chair more adjustable. I know I'm a small Asian woman, but there are going to be plenty of sizes and genders trying this out. If it doesn't get in at the right angle, no one’s going to be having a fun time."
"Hmm, yeah, I was thinking about that too, but if we add too many that wouldn't it be harder for people to use?" Taking another sip, I decided to bring up something we've argued about a few too many times, hoping that the sunny weather would make Jake more receptive to new ideas.
