Jared

I roll my eyes at Cooper's text, because I know that I need to come through with my part next. I've never been ordered by someone, let alone a woman, to do any task that doesn't involve fucking her hard, until now. I'm usually the boss, master of the fucking universe, and have been since I got my first promotion at the ripe old age of twenty-two. I know what I want, how to get it, and usually, do, but right now as I stare at the outside of The Pleasure Chest sex shop, I'm so out of my element.

In no way am I a prude; I’ve just never had the urge to use a sex toy. My huge dick is the epitome of a toy, and I have several satisfied conquests that will attest to that fact. Shit, I could provide Beth with references if she asked. Unfortunately, the woman wants what she wants, and I’m inclined to give it to her, for Cooper’s sake. That’s what good friends do for each other.

As soon as I enter the mostly empty store, a barrage of Fa La La La La’s hits me like a knife in the gut. It’s not that I dislike Christmas. It’s the music that makes me want to vomit. I don’t understand how people consciously listen to this music as early at Thanksgiving. I’ve actually thrown rocks at carolers before. In my defense, it was college, and I was drunk.

Before I have a musical mental breakdown, I’m greeted by a sales associate with a name tag that reads, Nikki. She’s a pretty, but as I glance around the room, I notice that all of the women are beautiful. I’m wondering if it’s some ploy to get men to buy more of this shit by picturing their clerks using it. My eyes go back to Nikki, with her enticing curly dirty blonde shoulder length locks and that slim waist and all I can think is, damn. Then the woman licks her lips like she’s preparing to eat me for lunch, and I know I’m in trouble.

“Can I help you with … something?” she asks me in a breathy tone that I’m all too familiar with. Most women react the same way when they meet me, and I can get them in bed anytime I want. If I didn’t have plans with Beth, I’d consider this Nikki woman. Her plump red lips would look so good wrapped around my cock. I even have a flash of me gripping that wild blonde mane of hers while I thrust into her mouth.

Shit. My dick just came to attention.

Clearing my throat, I tell her, “I have a list of things that I need for an umm … friend.” She arches an eyebrow at me.

“A friend?”

“Yes,” I respond as I pull the piece of paper out of my pocket.

Nikki walks the short distance to me and whispers in my ear, “I’d like to be your friend.”

Inwardly, I groan at her closeness. She doesn’t realize that if she took another step forward, she would have come in contact with my aching erection.

“I always need more friends,” I mention casually, subliminally sending her my dirty thoughts. Then, reaching into my pocket, I grab my business card. She takes it and grins. No sense in losing out on guaranteed free pussy. “But for today, I need some things for my other friend. Be sure to reach out to me in a week so that we can become closer … friends.”

She nods and then goes back to what must be her business mode.

“Mr.?” I just realized I didn’t even tell her my name. “Carrington, Jared Carrington. You can call me Jared.”

Blushing, she extends her hand and responds, “Nice to meet you, Jared, now what can I get for you?”

Going to the paper in my hand, I read the first thing on the list. “What can you tell me about sex swings?” Her eyes widen and the blush on her face deepens. She obviously thinks that she’s hit the jackpot with me, and she has, though I don’t use extras.

“I have an idea, Jared. Let me take you to the back room for a personal display of all that we have to offer. I like to fully satisfy my customers.”

Turning on her heels, she directs me to a back door. I am so entranced by her ass that I didn’t see the other store clerk follow. I whirl to face the other woman as soon as I hear the click of the lock behind me. Her name tag reads Shannon, but my eyes don’t go to her face. She has the biggest tits I’ve ever seen in my life, and her tiny waist extenuates the fullness of her boobs. And that blonde hair, similar to Nikki’s, they could pass for twins in the right lighting. Fuck me, I can’t be awake. Two women, a back room, and a sex shop are a recipe for something hot and dirty. I swear that I’ve had this dream before.

No, I tell myself. I’m not allowed to screw anyone until after my Beth and Cooper adventure. The STD tests have been taken, and Beth’s proof of birth control given. She wants this whole experience bare. Condom or not, I can’t fuck this up for Coop. I owe the guy my life.

“So you want a sex swing? Do you have any idea what kind?”

“Uh,” I stutter as I take a seat on the chaise against the wall. “What kinds are there?”

“Well, sweetie,” Shannon interjects, “depends on where you want it mounted. I prefer freestanding because it holds your partner's weight better, but there are door, wall, and ceiling mounted versions. Why don't you tell me exactly how you plan to use it, and me and Nikki will give you a small demonstration.” Shannon gives me a grin filled with desire.

Fuck it, I decide to be honest because, let’s face it, this whole scenario is hot. “I’m participating in a threesome with a woman and another man.” I give them both a toothy grin. “I think the ceiling mounted swing sounds good,” I tell them in a gravelly tone, barely able to contain my lust for this situation. “Can you show me your best one?”

“We definitely can do that.” As they both disappear into another hidden room, I shoot Cooper a quick text.

I hate bothering him when he’s with his son. His bitch of an ex makes life hard for him, but I need to get this shit off my chest.

The women enter the room again as I shove my phone back into my pocket. Shit, shit, they’re wearing the same lingerie, red lace bra with matching panties, a fucking garter belt with stockings, and red heels. Keep it together, I tell myself. However, I’m a man and I have needs.

Shaking off my sexual hunger for the moment, I notice that they are carrying a series of straps, hooks, and padding. I watch quietly as Nikki stands on a chair and attaches one part to the ceiling while Shannon adjusts the other parts. It looks rather complicated, but I’m no dummy and can figure it out. There’s also YouTube.

The bulging erection causes my pants tighten as Nikki begins to fasten Shannon in the swing, the noise of the Velcro making my throat dry. What I wouldn't give to have my mouth in between Shannon's legs to taste her. Fuck. This stowing of my dick is harder than I thought. I haven't had many temptations since I agreed to do this, but my resolve is slowly disappearing. Nikki turns to face me while Shannon lies back in the swing comfortably, as if she does this on a daily basis.

“This is what's called The Screamer Twist Sex Swing,” Nikki explains. “Screamer is definitely top of the line when it comes to swings, but this new one adds an extra layer of kink because…” She goes to Shannon, whose back is to her. “It spins. And I'm thinking that with your upcoming activities you might want something this versatile.” She uses a hand and twirls the swing around. My cock goes completely rigid when Nikki informs me, “Let me show you one of the positions that works well with the swing.”

Leaning forward, I avidly watch as Nikki slowly drags Shannon’s panties down and spreads her legs. Holy hell, the girl is bare down there. I loosen the tie from around my neck because I’m sweating like a motherfucker. I’ve been with two women before, but never in this way. I might have to give sex toys a try after this experience. My breath hitches as soon as Nikki circles her tongue on Shannon’s clit, causing her co-worker to moan. This goes on for what feels like forever, and I eventually break down, deciding to stroke myself. I figure that as long as I don’t touch them, I should be fine.

Unbuckling my belt, I pull out my dick and begin to glide my hand up and down the shaft. Shannon turns her head my way, her wanton gaze leisurely trails down my chest, pausing at my cock. I smirk because she realizes how big I am. Licking her lips, she pulls out those enormous tits and pinches her nipples. I groan in response.

Nikki is really into Shannon’s pussy because the girl hasn’t come up for air yet. The sex God in me feels bad. Everyone deserves pleasure, and I have to give a little to Nikki for her show.

“I also need vibrators,” I add, the sexual promise in my words evident.

“I figured as much,” Nikki tells me after raising her head from a panting Shannon. She glides her tongue across her top lip when she discovers me still stroking myself.

“I have two that you can,” she pauses, biting her lip, “test out.” I follow Nikki with my eyes as she steps away from Shannon and goes to a bag on the floor pulling out two separate boxes. She gets both devices out in record time and sets them on the table to the right of where Shannon still swings.

“This is what’s called a Womanizer Deluxe.” I stare at the vibrator, and at first glance, there doesn’t appear to be anything special about it. The oval shape and floral design mean nothing to me unless it gets Beth off. “It can get a woman off in two minutes or less.” Fuck. My eyes widen. “It’s called pleasure air technology. This thing mimics the act of oral sex without all of the touching.” She points to a circular part on the other side of the vibrator that looks unassuming. “But before I get to that, here’s another one that works just as well if not better.”

This woman is trying to kill me because when she shows me the next thing, I nearly expire on the spot.

“I own The Fifty Shades of Grey Greedy Girl, and it was the best purchase I ever made. This gem has simultaneous G-spot and clitoral stimulation thanks to the dual motors. I've had multiple orgasms alone and with a partner.” Nikki winks at me. “Oh, and if you're interested in a little anal play, I have a Love Honey glass butt plug that goes in easy and doesn't require that much lubrication. Which would you like me to show you first?”

I’m officially out of control. The entire time that Nikki explained the ins and outs of these toys, I was giving myself quick and steady strokes. This has to be one of the hottest moments of my life, and there is no fucking way that I’m denying myself some sort of release.

“Show me all of them,” I growl as I stalk toward her. She gives me a sensual smirk and then turns to Shannon. I pause mid-stride and watch as she rubs the glass plug all over Shannon's pussy, eventually dragging it to her tight crevice and sliding it in.

“That’s one,” Nikki breathes as she runs her tongue along Shannon’s clit again. I grip the base of my cock hard, to prevent myself from coming. That shit was hot as fuck, and I almost blew my load. The obviously sexually adventurous girl then takes the Womanizer, uses her fingers to spread Shannon’s pussy apart and places the suction on her clit. She turns it on the lowest setting, but it appears as though it doesn’t matter. Shannon is rocking her hips on the swing like she’s being fucked hard. Dammit all to hell, I want her to be sucking my dick right now.

“That's two,” Nikki whispers in my ear, bringing my attention back to her. I reach out my hand in an attempt to grab the fifty fucker, but she shakes her head no.

“This isn’t an interactive show.” My mouth drops as she casually walks by me and lies down on the chaise I just walked away from. “You can … watch. Perhaps get some pointers for your friend.” I nod because what the hell else could I do.

Nikki begins to fuck herself with the grey thing and her moans are driving me crazy. Coupled with the fact that Shannon is writhing uncontrollably from her anal and clitoral stimulations on the swing. This whole scene is insane, arousing, and goddamn magnificent. I loosen my pants completely and the belt makes a clinking sound when it hits the floor. I’m unsure who I want to focus on, Nikki on my right with those fuckable lips or Shannon on my left with her great tits. I decide it prudent to stand in the center and jack myself off. The faster I go, the more shallow my breath. I've never wanted to come so bad in my life, and this one will be a doozy.

“Tell me how big my dick is,” I order, my gaze going to Shannon first.

“It’s so big,” she breathes as she squeezes her tits and thrusts her hips into the air. “I can’t wait for you to be inside of me.”

“Fuck, that’s right, baby. You want this dick, too, don’t you, Nikki?” My cock is as hard as stone, and I’m so close, so fucking close to release.

“Yes,” she shouts, “the sounds of her pleasure becoming louder with each thrust of the vibrator. “I need your big dick in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass … everywhere.”

Shannon finishes first, and the noises that come from deep within her are guttural like she's exercised a sex-obsessed demon. Nikki goes next, her climax equally as primal. Now, it's my turn, and fuck, do I come.

Multiple ropes of semen shoot from my dick in successive waves hitting the floor. The feeling of a satisfying release is never-ending, and at one point, I think I will keel over and die.

“So damn good,” I groan, satisfied. “I’ll take everything, and add two of your favorite cock rings.”

An alarm goes off and both girls mutter the word ‘shit’ at the same time. Nikki rushes over to Shannon, removing all of the toys and unhooking her from the swing. I barely have a chance to pull my pants up, when they shoo me out of the back room. The one clerk in the waiting area gives me a knowing smirk, and I shrug and smile back.

As I wait for my purchases, the main door opens and the store becomes inundated with people. The lonely clerk rolls her eyes before approaching a customer. I’m wondering why she’s so annoyed, but then I realize the reason for the sudden crowd.

“I want to buy the same sex toy as Samantha,” a woman with a thick southern accent shouts to a man standing in the corner. “Becky said I was a Samantha, so I need it.”

“Fine dear,” the man mutters. His clothing is GQ tourist central with the Hawaiian shirt and dad jeans. I suddenly feel the need to escape, because I know what’s coming next.

“Hey,” a woman startles me from behind. “Are you Mr. Big?”

“No,” I snap, walking away from the loon to wait at the register. “Of course you are. The dark hair, the suit. Can I be your Carrie?”

“Listen, lady, I don't know who Mr. Big and Carrie are, but if you don't back the fuck up, I'll have you arrested.” I actually do know, but I have to keep the crazies away. It's best to play dumb.

She sighs. “Such a Big response.” I roll my eyes and ignore her.

“Hey Carnie, Wynonna, Sue Ellen,” she shouts. “I found Mr. Big. Come see.”

Motherfucker. I would end up at this sex shop.

Shannon and Nikki show up at the register just in time and ring me up. I hand them my credit card and quickly finish the transaction.

“Have those delivered to the address on the card, and ladies,” they both look at me grinning, “I have some time next week for more demonstrations. Bring everything that you’ll need.”

Both nodding, I wave at them and depart the store before the Sex and the City brigade accost me again. With this done, I move on to the next part of Beth’s plan of preparation.