A New Toy

Curled up beside me in bed, my boyfriend, Sam, let out a soft hum to himself while he chewed on his lower lip, staring intently at the laptop he held on his thighs. I watched him out of the corner of my eyes while he turned his head at the screen, and then nodded to himself while making a surprised humph sound. "Whatcha reading?" I asked sweetly, pausing my game, and slowly lowering my phone into my own lap.

"Nothing." He quickly stammered, readjusting himself in bed, and pulling the laptop further away from me.

"Bullshit." I giggled. Tossing my phone to my night stand, I turned and cuddled up to his side closest to me, wrapping both of my arms around his nude, muscular upper arm in a hug, and resting my head on his sculpted shoulder. Sam still tried to turn the screen from my view, and so I turned my face to look over his chiseled chest for a moment, and then looked up to his blushing face. "Let me see it." I growled the command playfully, and he returned the laptop to its original spot on his lap.

I looked over the screen briefly, and my eye caught the following line under customer reviews: 'my orgasms have never been so intense'. "Customers reviews for what, exactly?" I purred, interested, releasing one of my arms from his to run my nails playfully through the dark, full patch of hair across Sam's deeply tan chest. Sam froze for a moment, but once he was able to regain a bit of confidence, he scrolled up on the webpage he was currently viewing without daring to look in my direction. "Naughty boy," I teased him lightly with a broad smile when I saw the picture of the product being displayed was of a set of encased Ben Wa balls, "and just what put that idea in your head?"

Sam relaxed while he leaned forward into me, and nestling his cleanly shaven face into my long, dark auburn hair, he kissed the top of my head gently. "The fact that I love getting you off," he sighed into my hair, "you know I get off on seeing you get off. The euphoric look you get on your face? The incredible noises you make? Fuck, Morgan, I could literally cum just from watching you cum, and nothing else." I smirked to myself, but Sam seemed to pause for a moment as if waiting to be reprimanded for his actions.

"A little fantasy of yours then?" I whispered seductively. Sam hummed that he agreed, and then kissed the top of my head once more which brought a devious smile to my face.

I met Sam in college, and at first, had been oddly attracted to him for a reason I could not completely explain. Physically, I knew why I was attracted: Sam is taller than I am by almost a full foot, he is well built with a wide frame, and has deep, hazel eyes that force me to keep eye-contact when speaking to him. He is completely comfortable in his own skin, which makes him appear arrogant and dismissive at times, but he immediately apologizes when he gives someone that impression. He is an exceptionally good listener. He is willing to openly discuss emotions and feelings with anyone who needs him to, and Sam can be extremely patient and sensitive, especially when a woman needs him to be. His personality certainly did not fit the asshole-type I had seemed to cling to for the first few semesters at school, and I dismissed the immediate unclear attraction as a fluke.

All of the other women who knew Sam seemed to sense that same uncertainty about him, but confused by it, they all friend-zoned him immediately, and treated him like their gay best friend. For awhile, I thought those mutual friends might have been on to something, but when I started to pay closer attention to Sam's actions and the way he phrased certain things, I realized that those ladies had all overlooked a gem.

To test my theory, I started wearing lower—than usual—cut tops that exposed ample amounts of my cleavage when I knew I would see Sam, and if I caught him staring, I would flash him a knowing smile. I would purposely bend over in front of Sam, and then check to see if he was watching. If we sat next to each other, I would turn towards him and gently lay my legs over his lap to watch him panic while he fought with himself for where he should place his hands, and I would constantly run my long nails over his knee, or along the back of his neck to watch him squirm. He was a perfect gentleman, and never made a move. The more reserve Sam was able to demonstrate, the harder I would try to tease him. The more I teased him, the harder Sam would fight to keep himself in check, and the longer I teased him, the more obviously evident his desperate, internal struggle became: acted out in his twitchy, panicky reactions.

The last straw for Sam, had been the night he had finally gathered the nerve to ask me out, and had invited me to his dorm to watch a horror movie together. I arrived at his door wearing nothing more than a pair of black lacy boy-shorts, and a matching lacy camisole under my long, double-breasted, black peacoat with the tallest pair of black, strapped heels I owned. When I had removed my coat, his jaw had hit the floor.

'Hope you don't mind,' I had knowing tormented him with a gentle, breathy whisper, 'but seeming how it's getting late, I figured I'd just wear my pajamas to be more comfortable.' I had never been literally tackled to a bed before that night, but I loved the new-to-me experience. Our date quickly escalated into an intense and aggressive evening of the two of us constantly fighting for control of the other, fucking again and again, until both of us had finally worked out all of our pent up frustration, and neither of us could move any longer.

Sam and I had a great deal to discuss that morning when we woke together for the first time, but we were both pleased to find that what each of us felt the need to confide in the other, were similarly kept, kink-driven secrets. Sam had almost resisted ever asking me over for that movie date because he did not want the constant teasing and flirtation on my part to ever end; a service that I never had any intention of discontinuing. I enjoyed the act of teasing just as much as he enjoyed receiving it, and I had joked about adding all manor of toys and props to that act to always keep him guessing; an idea that he has lovingly nurtured. Our relationship quickly grew to resemble that first night we spent together: constant, relentless teasing and a playful battle for control until Sam would eventually reach his tolerance for my aggressive flirtations, snap, and take over.

"Alright," I purred, studying the computer screen in Sam's lap, "how about you let me in on this fantasy, so I can play too?"

"I thought, if these things are designed to tease and tighten at the same time, that we could both get a pretty awesome experience; you while you use them, and then me, afterwards." Sam chuckled into my hair while he scrolled to the middle of the page to read the product descriptions to me. "Two 25 gram weights encased in a solid hypoallergenic, silicone shell for easy clean-up...do you think 50 grams is a lot of weight...for...you know?" He suddenly stopped to ask.

I laughed. "I've never had the urge to weigh things before they are inserted into my pussy, but seeming how it is labeled for beginners, I'm sure that's fine."

"I love it when you say 'pussy.'" Sam growled darkly, kissed the top of my head once more, and then continued. "The rest of the measurements won't pose any problem for you, and all of the reviews are pretty positive." He shrugged. "Might be a fun addition to our collection...worth a try anyway, right? What do you think?"

Scanning over the rest of the reviews quickly, I already agreed with him, but I felt the need to torture Sam a little anyway to keep his fantasy going. "I'll think about it." I shrugged against his strong arm that I had noticed Sam had started to flex intentionally, for me to enjoy his hard earned muscles, as though he could convince me by flexing. Sam smirked when I turned my head and playfully bit at his shoulder: my silent confirmation that I had caught him showing off. With a forced, heavy sigh, Sam bookmarked the webpage, closed out the screen, shut the computer, and placed it on his nightstand before turning his whole body towards me with a devious grin.

As soon as I had access to the laptop when Sam was not home, I opened the bookmarked page, and ordered our new toy. I tracked the delivery carefully to make sure I beat Sam home on the day it was supposed to arrive. When I had it in my hands, I immediately wanted to try my new toy, but that particular day would not have provided a great deal of time for use before Sam came home, and some of the reviews I read had stated the effects increased the longer the Ben Wa balls were in place. So instead, when the toy was delivered, I hid the package in one of my purses in our bedroom closet, knowing Sam would never violate my privacy and look there even if he had grown suspicious.

I decided to wait until I had a full day off to myself before I would test my new purchase. Asking me how I planned to spend my Friday without him, I informed Sam that I was just going to complete some much needed housework. I did not lie; I just did not tell him what I had planned for myself while completing my in-depth Spring cleaning. "You could just relax for the day and then I could help out this weekend..." Sam had tried to convince me, "...have a spa day, and spoil yourself." He shrugged.

"Paint my nails, frizz my hair, and eat bonbons in front of the television...is that it?" I joked, and he rolled his eyes at me. "Trust me, I have a honey-do list all made out for you this weekend, but I want to get the majority of the in-house cleaning done today so we can weekend warrior it up out-side tomorrow."

"Alright," Sam sighed, "then if you're going to spend your day off working anyway, how about a date-night tonight? I have some things I have to do afterschool, but when I get home, we can go out for dinner. Look and see if there's a movie you would like to go to; otherwise, we can start a fire in the backyard pit when we get home...drink...maybe fool around outside if none of the neighbors notice..." His boyish smile that grew across his face as he listed options for the evening made me laugh while I shook my head. I knew exactly how I wanted to kick off that particular date night.

After Sam left that morning, I read every bit of text on the product box for the Ben Wa balls, opened the box, and then read the minimal amount of literature it came with. After washing my new toy, I laid out on my back on our bed, my knees bent upward and my feet flat against the mattress, wearing only a loose fitting t-shirt and a pair of Sam's boxers. I love wearing Sam's boxers, rolled up around my waist, as a pair of lounge shorts around the house, and the idea of wearing his shorts during my intended experiment made the idea of playing by myself even more arousing.

I sucked on the tips of a few of my fingers for a moment, and then holding my breath, I slipped my hand under the waistline of the boxers, settling my saliva coated fingers against my clit. I rubbed my fingers in a slow, deliberate circle around my clit to tease myself while I studied my new toy held in my other hand. The thought that the encased set of Ben Wa balls on a silicone cord reminded me of enlarged anal beads, made me laugh for a moment, but I pushed the idea from my mind. I rocked the encased Ben Wa balls in my hand back and forth, listening to the weights move around in the case, but I was unimpressed by the movements felt in my hand. Shrugging off the idea, I brought the toy to my lips, and allowing for my fingers around my clit to circle faster, I pressed the first section of the toy into my mouth the same way I would if Sam was there to watch me.

I sucked lightly at the first ball, running my tongue completely around the circumference of the object in my mouth while thinking about Sam, and I felt my hips give a slight twitch. I smiled around the toy in my mouth while the fingers teasing my clit slowly drifted downwards to rub between my lips. I removed the toy from my mouth, and ran the first wet ball along my slit, following my fingers, breathing heavier while I teased myself with my new toy. I brought the toy back to my mouth, and greeting the first ball with my tongue while I encased my lips around the toy once more, I groaned while musing over the look that would have been on Sam's face were he watching me taste my juices that had collected on the toy so quickly.

Sucking harder on the ball in my mouth, I let my exploring fingers dip into my pussy to verify how wet I was already at the thought of tantalizing my boyfriend with my new toy. I thought about his discovery of my wearing the toy inside of me for the day, and I groaned again when I felt my soaked insides clench tightly around my fingers. I giggled to myself while I released the ball from my mouth with a loud smacking, pop sound, and brought the toy back to my waiting pussy. I removed my fingers from my pussy, and licked them clean while I rubbed the first ball up and down, between my lips. Then, using my fingertips from both of my hands, I spread myself nice and wide while positioning the first ball at the entrance of my wet pussy.

I tied to push the first ball forward, but my body resisted, causing me to laugh. 'What had been the point to getting this toy if I was already naturally wet and tight?' I thought to myself. Thinking about Sam, and that hungry, lust-filled look in his eyes when he thought about me playfully tormenting him, I moaned softly. Holding the first ball in place with one hand, I reached for my nightstand drawer with my free hand, opened the drawer, and scavenged around in it until I found the least impressive of my vibrators. I had no intention of giving myself an orgasm just yet; I only wanted to aid in relaxing my body to continue with my game.

Turning the modest, slim, smooth vibrator on, I lowered it to my clit and held the second toy still. I felt my heart rate climbing steadily, and after a few moments, my hips began to move of their own accord to grind against the blissful vibrations. I allowed my grinding hips, pushing against the toy posed at the entrance of my pussy, to help guide the toy deeper. The first ball slowly crept forward, and once the largest width of that ball slipped inside of me, the rest of the ball was quickly swallowed. I moaned softly, feeling the gentle pressure of having an object press against my inner muscles. Forcing my hips down into the mattress hard to arch my back, I felt even more of the hard, weighted ball pushing back against my pussy.

I waited until my body relaxed once more, so that I no longer felt the ball where it was, before I eased my hips from the bed, and allowed for them to grind against the pulsing vibrator against my clit. Using the silicone cord attached to the case around the Ben Wa balls, I pulled the weighted ball back out of my pussy, causing myself to shudder at the loss. Still fantasizing about giving Sam a good show, I sucked the ball free of my juices, groaning madly at the sweet taste, and then re-positioned the ball at the entrance of my pussy. This time, my body seemed to reach out and grab at the ball, clenching down hard around it and forcing it deeper into me, desperate for the next. Teasing my body, I held tightly to the cord, spinning it between my thumb and forefinger to move the weighted ball around inside of me, while denying myself the sensation of feeling the whole toy inserted.

My hips thrusted forward against the toy in wide circles, and giving into my curiosity, and arousal, I pushed the final weighted ball into myself. I groaned, pushing the whole toy as deep inside myself as I could. Wanting to feel the toy in its entirety, I slammed my hips down into the mattress beneath me, and held my hips there until my pussy stopped forcefully clenching around the invading toy. When I felt my body had become accustomed to the inserted toy, I turned the vibrator off, and removed it with a deep, frustrated sigh. I thought about allowing myself to cum--to see how it felt to climax around the weights--but I forced the thought from my mind. The whole reason for trying this toy was to please Sam by using it to work myself up for him, and to keep myself aroused throughout the day for him. An immediate release would negate the whole purpose.

I took a deep breath, and forced myself to sit upright on the bed expecting to feel some awesome shift inside my body, but I was disappointed to not feel anything. Feeling betrayed by my new toy, I stood up from the bed without any preparation. I felt the weighted balls move inside of me, but after a short moment, my body readjusted so that I could not feel their presence again. I giggled at the sensation, and wondered which of my physical movements during the day would cause more movements in the weights than others. I steadied myself to walk, thinking surely walking would inspire the weights to move if standing had, but I did not obtain the same sensation, and was again disappointed while I cleaned the vibrator and returned it to my nightstand.

I stripped the bed to toss the sheets in the wash, started the washer, and then thought about how I wanted to organize my day to complete all the tasks I wanted to do. 'Take apart all of the elements to the stove and completely clean out the stove top, clean the oven...clean out the fridge...' My thoughts interrupted themselves when I thought about the limited sensations had by the Ben Wa balls thus far. Frustrated, I hopped up onto the washer, and grinded my ass against the lid while I continued my mental to-do list for myself. 'Wash the windows...change out and wash the curtains...dust...sweep...clean the bathroom.'

"Oh, fuck." I groaned to myself feeling the weights press against my insides in just the right way to cause me to shudder against the machine twirling beneath me. "Alright," I breathed, and then cleared my throat, "more aggressive movements are needed." After debating my options, I carefully slid down off of the washing machine, and walked to my living-room, turning on my large stereo system when I arrived to it. Not remembering which albums I had left in the multi-disc compartment, I hit play. When I realized the album, I skipped forward to track four while mouthing the opening lyrics with an evil little giggle over the naughty solution I had arrived at to curb my disappointment in the Ben Wa balls. When the instrument accompaniment joined the electronica opening riff, I moved my hips in deep, broad circles with the beat. I mouthed the female, breathy lyrics, but as the male singer began, I gave up on paying attention to the lyrics at all.

I listened only to the instruments: thrusting, swaying, and grinding my hips in time to the rhythm they provided, and changing up my own motions to match the beat. My hands explored my body while I moved, encouraging me to move faster, and for my hips to swing in wider circles, while bending my knees to grind my ass almost to the floor. Each time I felt the weighted balls move inside of me, I gasped and thrusted my hips even harder while I continued to dance. By the time the song ended, my pussy was beyond soaked. I could feel my juices flowing freely around the toy, and down my thighs, mixing with the thin layer of sweat that was covering my body. I had not had a proper orgasm, and yet I could not deny just how fucking wet my pussy was thanks to this seemingly unimpressive toy. I was panting hard, wheezing slightly while I fought for breath, but I laughed, marveling over the experience as a whole, having never found myself in such a state after dancing to only one song before.

Desperate for another dance to continue the experience, I rationalized that the next dance should be a slower paced song to keep myself from actually cumming on my new toy so quickly. I hit the button to change to the next album, and smiled when I heard one of my favorite shock rockers begin this album with a static sounding live version of the opening song. I skipped ahead until track twelve.