Exceeds Expectations

Back door is locked… cash is sorted, went through receipts. And… yeah. I think that’s everything.

I’m so happy today is over… Some days I feel more like a therapist than a store manager.

I’ve noticed over the last few years that there are two types of customers who come into sex toy shops.

The first type strolls in knowing exactly what they want down to size, length, color, everything.

They grab their goods and they’re in and out in less than five minutes.

The second type comes in the store looking like a deer in headlights. Every time I ask if they need any assistance they assure me they’re fine. Totally fine. No assistance needed.

And then, like clockwork, five, ten minutes will pass and they’ll still be wandering around aimlessly looking like they came in here by accident and can’t find their way out.

I give them one more opportunity to accept my help.

And then they start to crack.

‘Well, actually, I want my girlfriend to dominate me, but she’s been really bad at it so far.’

Or: ‘I just got broken up with and I’ve never used a vibrator before and I’m kind of freaking out.’

And: ‘My husband wants me to peg him but I have no idea what that means.’

I’ve heard it all, really. Every sex-related issue that one person could reasonably have. I actually feel like I could write a book one day with everything I’ve seen working in a sex-toy shop.

Let’s see… today I helped that shy lesbian couple buy their first strap-on. I sold our largest buttplug to a guy wearing a suit worth more than my car. And I answered a million questions from giggling university students who, no surprise, left without buying anything.

All in all, an extremely typical day as the assistant manager of the largest sex toy shop on the west coast.

It’s crazy to think back to three years ago when I was desperate for a job, just moved to the city, saddled with a crippling amount of student debt.

Never in a million years would I have thought I’d work at a sex shop, but… it kind of worked out. I’m still here, still loving it, honestly. Kind of toying with the idea of opening up my own shop one day.

Of course, I still have all that crippling student debt, but along with it, I’ve also got a reputation and a small name for myself in the sex ed world.

What’s…? Ooh, a package just arrived for me at home.

Oh, yes! It’s probably that new dildo HoneyLoving asked me to review. I cannot wait to see what this thing actually looks like in person.

I still can’t believe I get paid to try out sex toys. I’ve really got to thank my boss for hooking me up with this side gig.

It’s good cash, makes me happy, makes you happy as my always-willing girlfriend. It’s kind of a dream come true.

Nearly home, nearly home…

And hopefully, maybe, if I’m lucky, you’re around and… you’re… maybe free to assist me try this thing out…

“Hey. It’s me.”

“Hi, babe. In here!”

“Hi.”

“Hi. You got a package.”

“I was so hoping you would say that.”

“It’s over there on the couch.”

“Oh my god, this thing… This is wild.”

“What is it? What’d you get?”

“Um… it’s… a gift. For both of us.”

“Why do I feel like you’re leaving out some very important detail?”

“I’m not. It’s just, uh… yeah.”

I hold it up to show you.

It’s purple, like sex toys always are. One end looks like a typical dildo, six inches of long smooth silicone curved up in a slight arc. The other end is a bulb-shaped g-spot stimulator, intended to go inside the wearer and hold the dildo in place. In other words, a strapless strap-on.

“Whoa.”

“Yeah. Have you ever…?”

“No, no, I have not. I mean, not one with two ends, obviously.”

“I’m writing a review for this one for HoneyLoving’s blog. So, that means I’m going to need to try it out. You know, for research.”

“Research, right. Wow, you, uh, sure know how to get a girl going.”

“I can be a bit more formal if you want. Babe, please accept this invitation from me to you, for an evening of fucking featuring the brand new Strapless Strap-On.”

“Hmmm. Who’s going to be doing the fucking?”

“Well, we just might have to take turns. You know, so that I can write an accurate… detailed… review…”

“Mmm. I accept your invitation. On the condition that I get to fuck you first.”

“Yeah? And why is that?”

“How about because I say so?”

“Meet me in the bedroom.”

I open the box and take the toy out. It’s heavy. Not as thick as our usual strap, but I’m honestly okay with that since we’ll technically both be on the receiving end at the same time.

Just going to give this a quick wash…

I slip down the hall and into the bedroom.

And there you are. Lying across our bed.

You’ve kicked off your shoes and your feet are dangling over the edge. You’re smiling up at me, just a little, holding your head in your palm and your hair spilling across your face.

You make it so easy to love you.

“Get over here.”

You hold your hand out and I immediately obey, handing over the toy and sitting on my knees in front of you.

You get this look when you’re turned on and feeling bossy. Your eyes narrow and your jaw becomes this tight hard edge.

Everything you do seems slowed down like the air around you is thick and heavy.

“So… you brought me a new toy to play with.”

“Yeah…”

“And you want me to fuck you with it.”

“Y-yes.”

“It’s just a little too easy. You asking for it… and me giving it to you. I think I’d rather make you work for it.”

“I’ll do anything you tell me to do.”

“I know you will, baby. Take off your clothes and lie down.”

“Aw, you remembered my favorite position. Face down. Ass up.”

“I… I want to please you.”

“You’re feeling very sweet today, aren’t you? Well, if you really want to please me, then I want you to do something special for me.”

You lean over me and push the window behind our bed open.

“I want you to be quiet while I fuck you. I know it’ll be hard because you can get so noisy, but I think it’ll be good for you to show a little… discipline.”

“Baby…”

“If you’re too loud, then our neighbors are going to hear you. People on the street passing by. Anyone might hear those desperate little noises we both know you love to make.”

You drag your fingers down my back, all the way to my ass. You’ve always been good at this. Making me fucking squirm with just a few words, a simple gesture.

“So, are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes, I’ll be good.”

“Good girl. Put that ass up higher.”

You reach around my hips and tug me up into a kneeling position. You spread my knees for me, opening me up, exposing me to you.

“Now, if I’m going to fuck you with this, I’m going to need to be nice and wet. So… how about you help me out with that?”

You lie beside me with your back against the headboard and your legs parted. You give me a small, slight nod and I quickly move between your legs.

God, I love when you tell me what to do. You don’t have to be loud or demanding to be in complete control of me. It’s just in your tone of voice. It’s a look in your eyes.

“Ah, wait. Mmm, good girl. Go ahead.”

You reach forward and grip a handful of my hair. The little bit of pain mixed with pleasure grounds me, keeps me from getting too lost in my pleasure.

“Oh… fuck…”

You press down on my head, pushing my mouth up against you and my tongue deeper in your pussy.

“Mmm, fuck, yes… Baby… that’s enough. That’s enough.”

I pull away and wipe my lips against the inside of your thigh.

“Very… very good. God, you’re good at making me wet.”

“I love eating you out.”

“I know you do. Let me feel… how wet are you?”

You lean forward and push your hand between my legs. Your fingers start at my clit and slowly… glide… down through my folds…

“Mmm, you get so much pleasure from making me feel good, don’t you?”

“Y-yeah…”

“So, I bet you’re going to love taking this strap. Knowing how good it’s going to feel for me… while I fuck you…”

“I need it, please…”

“Shh. Be patient. How bad do you want me to fuck you?”

“Fuck me hard, please. Please.”

“And are you going to be quiet? Remember, everyone outside the window can hear every noise you make. Are you going to be able to contain yourself?”

“Yeah. I can… I can be quiet.”

“I hope so. Because I’m going to fuck you so… deep. Get back in position.”

I lie on my stomach again with my ass pointed up, leaning against my forearms. My whole body is buzzing with anticipation. I feel… desperate… almost frenzied…

“Are you ready for me, baby?”

“Yeah, please. I’m ready—please…”

“Remember… the window’s open. Stay quiet.”

You push the tip right up against my entrance, but no further.

“There you go, baby. Take it in for me. Nice and slow…”

“Oh my god, fuck, more. Please, baby, more.”

“Shhh, shhh. Be patient. I want you to feel every inch of me sliding in you…”

You push in another inch. And another… Fuck, you’re just gliding in me.

“Oh, fuck, yeah… You look so hot taking this strap for me, baby. Oh my god, I love watching it disappear in you.”

“Good girl. Oh, there you go. I’m so deep in you… oh my god, I’m deep…”

“Oh, god, yeah—baby— baby, fuck me, please—”

“Can you be quiet if I fuck you?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be quiet. Just, please—more, I need—more…”

“Fuck—! Oh my god, fuck, yeah, yeah!”

Your fingers press into my hips, holding me steady as you drive in and out of me. Every thrust sends a jolt into my stomach.

“There you go… fuck, you’re being so good. So quiet while you take all of me. Fuck me back, baby—”

I push my hips back and fuck myself on the strap.

“Shhh, that’s right. Moan into the sheets. Don’t let anyone hear what I’m doing to you right now.”

“Fuck, I’m getting close. Do you want to make me cum, baby?”

“I’m getting so close—please, I can’t… I can’t hold on much longer…”

“Yeah? You want to cum?”

“Yes, please, I—”

“Have I said you can cum yet?”

“No.”

“You’re going to make me cum first. And then it’ll be your turn, okay? Turn over.”

I roll onto my back and wait for you to guide me where you want me. I’m malleable, pliant, willing to do anything you ask of me.

“Finish what you started earlier.”

I dive between your legs again and press my tongue up against your clit.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, yes… oh, god, that’s perfect. Right there. Right there, baby. Keep going—”

“Oh, fuck… good girl. Come here… come here. You’re going to be quiet while I play with your clit?”

“Yes, yes, I can be quiet. Please, please—”

You guide me down onto my back and push my legs open. Your fingers find my clit in seconds and start drawing quick, tight circles over it.

“Oh… god, you’re wet. That’s all for me, isn’t it? You like when I fuck you?”

“Yeah, yeah, baby—fuck, I’m so close, I’m so close—”

“Such a good girl, being so quiet for me.”

“I’m going to cum. Right there, right there—I’m going to cum, baby, please—”

“Let go for me. Let go, let me hear you cum.”

“So… new favorite toy?”

“Oh my god… um… yeah. It’s definitely up there.”

“What are you going to put in your review? The strapless strap-on is the perfect complement for being bossed around when your girlfriend wants to top you.”

“Something like that.”

“So, get writing. And maybe if you finish quickly enough, I’ll let you fuck me with it tonight.”

“Please. Please don’t let that be a joke.”