Customer Service

Sharon never met a vibrator that she didn’t like. That’s saying something, since she has been introduced to quite a few at the sex shop where she works. Of course, she has favorite.

The dolphin-shaped lucite number is quite a thrill, and the little otter with a fish-shaped “Clit Tickler” on its tail is often plucked from her bedside table.

Her girlfriend, Carolyn, and her have had the most amazing climaxes on a bright red two-header, one end sunk deep into her inter most regions. Still in her opinion, vibrators are a lot like orgasms. Some might be more potent than others, but there’s no such thing as a bad one.

Her job gives her access to the latest in sex toys. The work is fairly simple. She stands behind the counter and offers help only when she senses someone has a question.

Take last Friday night, there was a stunning blonde in a pure white jean, fringed cowboys’ boots, and a sky-blue tank top that matched the color of her eyes. She captured the attention of several patrons, who she bet were imagining what it would be like to take her clothes off.

Sharon didn’t have to imagine. She knew what it’s like. The luscious blonde in boots was her girlfriend, and she often come to the story of flirt with her near the end of her shift. Watching her sweetie look at the naughty items on our shelves is an extreme turn-on

That night, Carolyn was playing a game. Sharon could tell for the moment she walked in the store. Carolyn and her, play many different games: “Headmistress, schoolgirl, queen, handmaiden, nurse and patient. On this evening Carolyn was playing the ingenue. Even though she’s a strong-willed woman, she was acting meek, and not meeting my gaze, flushing when she looked at some indiscreet product.

Sharon caught onto the rule instantly and pretended to be busy with a sheet of new prices while Carolyn kept tabs on her from the corner of her eye.

After a few moments Carolyn stopped in front of a dildo display. She would reach out to lift a box and then lower her hand quickly and look down at it, as if the limb had behaved without her mental command. Lift and lower, life and lower, immersed in a small was with herself. Sharon knew exactly what her role in this game was. She was going to be the instructor. She would go up to her and explain that there’s nothing wrong with buying a dildo, that the feel of a piece of smooth plastic between your pussy lips is one of the most satisfying ever. She was sure she could get her wet by describing what she’d like to do to her with the dildo. But several customers were lined up by the register and Sharon had to take care of them first. As soon as they’d been rung up she sidled up to her.

“Can I answer any question?” Sharon asked. Even though her voice was soft, Carolyn jumped as though she was taken by surprise.

Carolyn is one hell of an actress.

“I’m just looking,” she whispered, as if in a library instead of a sex store.

“If you want any recommendation,” Sharon continued, “I can give you some information about the best-seller. Then you can make a more educated choice.”

How Carolyn lowered her lashes over those beautiful blue eyes and looked down, “I’m much more a hands-on type of person,” she explained, “even at my joy, I…

“I like hands-on people,” Sharon said, interrupting her. “You learn by doing, right?”

She nodded and played coy.

Making a quick decision, Sharon walked to the door and flipped the sign from ‘OPEN to CLOSED.’ Then she turned the lock and pulled down the shade. When she walked back over to her, she had a quizzical expression on her face.

“Are you closed?”

“Not for you,” Sharon said, pulling favorite brand-new vibrator from the box and holding it in front of her. It didn’t even pretend to be lifelike. Colored a vibrant, obscene purple, it boasted ribs and bumps and other interesting teasers along it more than generous length,

Carolyn suddenly seemed to forget that she was supposed to be meek, reaching greedily for the toy and sliding her had around it. Sharon liked the way it looked in Carolyn fist and could easily imagine her spreading Sharon’s legs and slipping it into her pimping hard, all the way to the hilt. She could also imagine going the exact same thing to her.

“Since you learn by going,” Sharon began, watching and understanding as a flickered in her clear eyes.

I thought we could have ourselves a little hands-on lesson.” Sharon said.

Because we sell outfits, mostly leather and latex, we have a large, comfortable dressing room in the back of the store. The room is mirrored on all four walls.

Sharon waited with door open until Carolyn walked pass me, then I followed her inside and shut the door behind us.

I wasn’t sure if she was going to continue her role-playing game, but I should have known. Carolyn likes to do things to the extreme.

When we play nurse and patient, she actually wears a white uniform with an adorable peaked cap. So now, as I stare at her, I saw that her cheeks had flushed the light pink of cotton candy, and her body was trembling all over.

“My name is Carolyn,” she said nervously, putting out her hand. Sharon almost laughs. She is to good, but instead of breaking the mood, I took her soft hand in mine.

“My name is Sharon,” I said, “and it would be my pleasure to teach you about the wonderful world of sex toys.”

From that moment on all bets were off. I couldn’t wait to watch her undress, because I knew she would continue to play the embarrassed novice, her fingers hesitating over each bottom on her jeans.

So, taking charge, as was my role, I knelt on the floor of the dressing room and undid Carolyn’s jeans in a single hard tug. This brought a gasp form her, but I didn’t even bother to look up.

Quickly, I pushed her back against the wall and pulled off her boots, one at a time, enjoying the warm smell of leather that came with them.

Her jeans, although from-fitted, slid down her thighs easily, and her red cotton panties followed.

She stripped her tank top over her head, shaking out her full mane of hair so that it fell back down to cover her perky tits.

Carolyn and Sharon have been lover for six years now, but that doesn’t mean Sharon is any less impressed with Carolyn lovely body than she was the very first time she saw it. For a moment Sharon, just stared, drinking her in.

Then Sharon grabbed Carolyn around the waist and brought her pussy lips forward, toward her parted lips. Still on her knees, she gave Carolyn’s pussy a little wake-up call with her mouth, teasing her with several top to bottom licks to get her juices flowing.

She knew how to make Carolyn melt. Carolyn like a firm touch, with the flat of Sharon’s tongue caressing the whole of her clit. Sharon lapped at Carolyn’s clit. I lapped at Carolyn just the way she needed it, almost animal like with my face nuzzled up into her cunt. Her smell was all around me, making me even hungrier for her.

The scent of Carolyn’s pussy is so different from the synthetic lubes we sell. Those are flavored with cherries of chocolate, and while they have a definite time and place in the bedroom, I prefer the real, honest flavor of my girlfriend’s cunt. Her juice is light, but earthy. Sweet, with a pleasant tang. Sharon could drink from her for hours. Yet just as the words, “I’m going to cum,” spilled from her lips, I released her.

Sharon had the toy out or the box quickly, but now her fingers were the ones fumbling as she tried to slide the batteries into the compartment while at the same time attempting to undress herself.

Carolyn took hold of the dildo while Sharon stripped, and Sharon saw Carolyn nimble fingers slip batteries easily into the proper place. Then Carolyn playfully handed the tool back to her, shy and sweet once again.

By this point, Sharon was so hot that she could hardly talk. No time doe smooth and slow, for languid and lazy. Sharon was filled with lust and wanted to get things going.

“Bend over,” Sharon said, and Carolyn gave her a shocked look that only barely glazed over the expression of lust right beneath it. “Hold onto the edge of the bench whole I demonstrated how this toy works.” Sharon said. She sounded a bit like the host of an infomercial, but this one going to be one of the high explicit x-rated variety.

Carolyn sis as she was told, bending over and offering Sharon her full rear view. Carolyn’s ass is a thing of beauty. Unlike most California babes, she doesn’t tan and never hangs out on the beach, so her body is the same pale silky color all over. Her peach-like ass, split perfectly, is something Sharon enjoys dining on several times a week. Again, a strong pull came over Sharon, and before she could ever use the toy, she had her face buried in Carolyn’s ass, licking and lapping up and down her asscrack until Carolyn was making muffled moans of pleasure.

“Oh yes,” she groaned. “Fuck me with your tongue.”

Twice Sharon had taken, Carolyn to the verge of climax, but now she managed to get control of herself, and she backed up to explained, “Just wanted to make sure you were wet, Carolyn. The toy always works better with a bit of lubrication.”

Carolyn giggled, because Sharon’s speech sounded so phony, and because she was licking her lips to get every last wayward drop of Carolyn’s nectar. Sharon forced herself to try harder to stay in the role of the helpful adviser. Sharon could see Carolyn’s body stiffen as she slide in the head, working it between Carolyn’s milky thighs and intro the warm, wet opening of her cunt.

“Now, you would contract on this just like you would your lover,” Sharon explained, not yet turning on the purple probing tool, but rocking it in and out of her hole. Sharon put on hand on Carolyn’s back to steady her, and then began to give her a little more of the length. The thing was a good eight inches, and as she slid it in and out of Carolyn, she could see her wetness glistening on the bright color plastic. Carolyn was so turned on already that Sharon wanted to take her even higher.

To do this, Sharon simply flicked the button on the hummer, and it did just what its name implied. It hummed.

So did Carolyn, “Oh yeah,” she sighed, a rushed exhale of air. “Oh fuck, that’s good.” With Sharon’s hand on Carolyn, Sharon could feel the vibrations of the motor through Carolyn’s body. This thing had some engine in it. Powerful and large, it made a noise not dissimilar to the sound of a Harley revving.

Keeping on hand on the base of the vibrator, Sharon slid a finger into Carolyn’s ass so that she had something in each of her holes.

Sharon could tell that she was having a difficult time keeping herself still. Sharon knew Carolyn, she like it to be filled.

With the vibrator whirring in Carolyn’s cunt and my fingers plunging in and out of her asshole, she was almost at her finish line in seconds.

Sharon leaned her body against Carolyn’s, anchoring her with Sharon’s weight, as she used her mouth on the ridge of her shoulders to nip at Carolyn.

Carolyn can take a stronger touch when she’s about to cum as I give it to her, fucking her more forcible with the vibrator and biting her a bit harder with my teeth.

“YES,” She cooed, her voice low and husky, not so sweet and innocent anymore. “Oh, Yes Sharon,” she said, dropping out of her ingenue role going back to simple being my wonderful girlfriend, Carolyn.

“Whatever you want Carolyn,” I promised her. “Whatever you need.”

When Carolyn came, I watched in in the mirror, seeing her facial expression change. Her eyes seemed to focus on a point in the distance that I couldn’t see, and then she shuddered, her whole-body trembling with the power and pleasure of her orgasm, before she collapsed against the padding bench and sighing with delight.

There was a moment afterward when Sharon just stood there and watched Carolyn, as she was trying to compose herself, but it was obvious that her legs were still weak, her heart pounding. Carolyn tossed her long blonde hair out of her eyes and I could see her flushed cheeks, her full lips open slightly.

From experience, I knew it was going to take her a few minutes to regain control, and I leaned against the wall, waiting, before I realised the vibrator was still in my hand.

It was still on. Lubed up with the juices of Carolyn’s pleasure, the thing was simply too attractive to deny. I spread my legs slightly, as Carolyn watched.

I slid the head of the pulsing dildo right into my sopping slit. Then I leaned back and flicked the switch to “HIGH” feeling all of those powerful vibrations begin to work their magic on my cunt.

“Let me,” Carolyn said softly, regaining her energy and taking up my position on her knees. “Let me fuck you.”

I was not going to deny her such a sexy request, so I handed her over the magic wand and let her go to work. As I know my lover, she knows me. She will versed in what I need to cum, and what I need is for her to talk dirty to me while we fuck, to describe all sorts of things for me, to give me a little play by play.

It enhances each step somehow, echoes the pleasure I’m receiving when she paints a verbal picture to match the physical one before me.

Since her mouth was free, Carolyn did just that, telling me how good it had felt to have me fucking her ass with my fingers while taking care of her cunt with the dildo.

Then she went further, describing how much it excited her that I was using a toy still warm from her body, still dripping with her own juices.

“MORE,” I whispered, getting closer.

“I’m going to let you cum once,” she told me, “and then I’m going to turn you around and slide this drippy, messy vibrator up your ass.”

Oh, yeah, that did it for me. I gripped onto her shoulders as she rocked the vibrator in and out of my cunt, shaking it slightly so that it touched and teased me deep inside.

Then she did just as she’d promised me, not even granting me time to catch my breath, she spun me around so that Sharon was facing my reflection and parting my cheeks with her two fingers, introducing the throbbing purple dildo inside my asshole.

It was different feeling entirely to have the dildo pounding at my back door. The head felt larger and somehow less pliant. I bit my bottom lip gently, waiting for the sensual intrusion, but Carolyn took her time.

She slipped in only a bit of the head, stretching my asshole around it. Then she pulled it out and I was left grasping, wanting it back inside. Carolyn didn’t let me down.

Once again, she slid in the head, but this time she followed it with another inch, then another, filling my asshole.

The vibrators were astounding.

They made my whole tunnel contract, as well as my pussy, and my entire body felt as if it were going to climax, from the tips of my toes to my eyelashes, my whole being got into action.

Suddenly, Carolyn started talking to me again, keeping her monologue now that she had a perfect rhythm down.

“You’re being fucked up the ass with a toy that’s still wet from my tight, little cunt. How do you like it?”

Knowing that she would probably stop it I didn’t respond to her question, I said, “I like it a lot.”

“Why?” she asked innocently.

So how she wanted me to talk, switching in a heartbeat from her role of ingenue to one of the rock-hard vixen.

“Because it’s dirty,” I said, honestly. I like a little kink with my pleasure; I always have. It’s why I work in a sex shop.

“And messy,” Carolyn added. “And sticky and wet and it’s going to make you cum all over yourself again, isn’t it?”

As she said the words, she slid her free hand around to my sopping wet pussy, and suddenly I felt another vibrator on my clit.

She had palmed one of the egg shaped numbers we sell, mini vibratos that are meant to send buzz of pleasure when it is slipped between a woman’s nether lips.

Surprise floored through me, but before I could ask how she’d managed to snag a toy without my noticing, I was cumming.

The joy of it knocked all other thoughts out of my head, and I simply let myself float on the cloud like billows of pleasure.

Carolyn kept both vibrators revving, the vibrating tube in my ass, the round humming ball on my clit, until I couldn’t take any more. I pulled away from her, extracting myself from the vibrators and the then just standing there, looking down at he as whisper of release fanned through my body.

Carolyn and I slid back into our clothes, and as we both emerged from the dressing room looking a bit wrinkled on the outside but feeling much more satisfied on the inside. We then stopped at the register so that I could pay for our new purchased. Carolyn watched as I rang myself up.

“In a china shop,” I explained to her, “you break it, you pay for it. Here the rules is that if you cum on it, it’s yours.”

“That is fine” Carolyn grinned at me, her eyes, sparkling with mischief. “I’m sure we are going to get a whole lot more use out of these two at home.