Australian Penthouse

If you think that I have the best job in the world because I work in a sex toy store, I would say that you’re right. When I graduated from university, I imagined myself getting some high-powered executive position, but only entry-level secretarial jobs were available. I took one, but I couldn’t stand it. So when I went to my local sex toy store to buy a vibrator and saw that they were hiring, I immediately ap­plied for the position. Lo and behold, the staff recognised me as a loyal customer and trusted that I knew what I was talking about, so I was hired right way. That was about two years ago, and I have never been happier.

The best thing about my job, aside from the discount on toys and talking about sex all day, is that sometimes, when our boss is out of town, the girls and I throw little parties for ourselves after hours. She knows that we do it and is fine with it, as long as the cus­tomers have all gone. We clean up, lock the door, and head into the private back room. Last week, there were four of us because it was the week­end. Sometimes those busy days ex­haust us, but sometimes they get us so excited that we can’t wait long enough to rush home and use our favourite toys. All of us usually have boyfriends, but they don’t seem to mind if we indulge in a little girl-on-girl ac­tion once in a while—as long as we tell them all about our evenings later.

My friend Megan has a short pixie cut to complement her five-feet tall body. She’s tiny, but incredibly en­ergetic and acrobatic, and has the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever seen. She can take a lot, too, and that night was no exception. I’d no sooner picked out which toys I wanted to try than I turned around to find her stark naked, her bare breasts topped with pink, erect nipples. I was holding a toy in each hand, a tall silver vibra­tor and a double-sided purple dildo, when she curled her index finger to­ward me. I was drawn toward her like a magnet and brought my treats over to her.

The other girls were still gossiping, but Megan and I were ready to get serious. I pulled her onto the couch with me, then turned on the vibrator and ran it over her nipples. They im­mediately hardened under the whir­ring touch of the toy, and she grinned at me. Her breasts are small in pro­portion to the rest of her body, but that doesn’t mean they’re any less sensitive. I let the vibe buzz against her buds while bringing the dildo to her pussy. I teased her with it, rub­bing it along her thighs and pressing lightly against her wetness, but not pushing it inside. “Please, Kate,” she said, her breathing getting shallow as I turned the knob on the vibe, tak­ing things up a notch.

I stroked her folds with the curved purple toy, getting wet as I looked at the other end, anticipating how it would feel. “Soon, Megan, soon,” I assured her as I moved above her, taking the vibe and running it along her stomach while I humped the other end of the dildo. “I need to get undressed, so I’m gonna let you play with these for a minute—I’m sure you can figure out what to do with them,” I said as she took the toys from me.

Almost as soon as I let go, she had the dildo deep inside her and the vibrator jittering against her clit. She was rocking against the toys, her small body practically bouncing up and down. I ripped off my clothes, and then put on the harness I’d picked out that went with the dildo, before rejoining her on the couch. I had to pry the toys out of her greedy hands, for which she got dual pinches of her nipples; I tweaked her buds between my fingers, tugging and teasing them until she moaned.

The dildo was still inside her, just hanging there as were waiting for me. I gave one final pinch to her nubs, then took the cock out of her pussy and put it inside the 0-ring of the harness, sliding one end of it into my pussy.

I looked down, seeing the purple toy protruding from my hips even as it invaded my hole. Then I pounced on her, getting on top and shoving the other end deep into her. “Oh!” she cried out as our bodies slapped against each other, even though she was more than ready. It was different from straightforward fucking with a regular dildo. I perfected a rocking motion as I pushed my hips against hers, knowing that we were both feel­ing the same kind of pounding in our hot centres. Her tiny body jiggled beneath me, and she turned off the vibrator to focus on the sensation of getting ploughed by my purple cock.

Screwing Megan is always exciting because she holds nothing back. In­stead of waiting for me to slam the dick into her, she reached down and began manipulating the toy, doing both of us at once with a few simple flicks of her wrist. Then she let go and flipped her tiny body over so I was facing her back and could see the huge star she’d had tattooed on her ass. I rammed the dildo into her as hard as I could, restricted be­cause each time I shifted, waves of pleasure traipsed through me.

“Megan, you are so hot. I don’t know if I’m doing you or you’re doing me,” I said, as my orgasm overtook me, my pussy clasping tightly around the toy. I had to stop moving, my face flushed and my body trembling. I slid the cock out of her and replaced it with the buzzing vibrator, pushing the long, slim toy deep inside her. This time, I slammed it hard into her, let­ting its rotations arouse her while she pinched her own nipples.

“Harder!” she cried out, and I didn’t hold back—I pulled the silver device out and then roughly pushed it back in. I rocked against her, my pussy swelling as I looked at the glistening toy probing her slickness. She was bucking up against the vibe, and I realised that I could set it to move faster. The minute I did, a wail erupted from her, and she pushed the vibe out of her pussy with the force of her orgasmic con­tractions. I marvelled at the strength of her spasms and held her hip down with my hand before shoving the toy back into her. “Yes,” she moaned as the vibe refused to be stopped, con­tinuing its travels until it had wrung every drop of her juices out of her.

When we were done, I looked over to see Lauren and Mandy en­tangled in a lusty embrace. Lauren is as femme as you can get. She al­ways has at least one item of pink on her, keeps her blonde hair cut in the most fashionable styles and always wears the perfect outfit and makeup. On top of her naturally stunning good looks, she’s one of our most popular salesgirls. That night she was riding high after having sold our most de­luxe toy—a fur-trimmed vibrator—to a well-heeled debutante. She was flush with her success and picked out two of her favourite toys—a rid­ing crop with the image of a cat on the business end and pink furry handcuffs. She presented these to Mandy, who loves nothing more than to punish a deserving bad girl. Mandy grabbed Lauren’s wrists and fastened the cuffs around them so they rested against the small of her back. Then she moved her near us, pushing her toward the couch while we made room. “You know, Lauren, some girls like to cel­ebrate when they’ve had a good day at work, but not you—you like to get smacked,” she said, smiling wick­edly as she took the crop, its head a combination of leather and suede. They’ve been playing this way for years, so she didn’t bother warm­ing up Lauren’s arse. Instead, Mandy started in on her, the loud whacks punctuated with cries of plea­sure from Lauren.

Somehow, Lauren still manages to look sweet and demure, even when her arse cheeks are being swatted. She turned to us, smiling in be­tween sighs, as Mandy made sure that her superstar salesgirl’s butt was dutifully rewarded for her hard work. The noise seemed to have a stimulating effect on the room, and soon my dildo was back inside Megan as she turned me over and coaxed it into her lips. We pumped against each other to the sounds of Lauren’s spanking, four happy girls who love their jobs—and their fringe benefits.

Lauren’s handcuffs jingled noisily as she jerked, her greedy ass taking blow after blow. Mandy finally paused, leaning down to kiss Lauren’s reddened skin and then lick her steaming slit. She gob­bled up Lauren’s juices as she ex­ploded against her mouth, and then Lauren, still cuffed, did the same for Mandy, kneeling in front of her and tonguing our favourite spanker until she gushed. Megan and I each cli­maxed quickly after that. I was glad I’d used my employee discount and was looking forward to taking my new purple plaything home with me.

While some people relax with a nice cold beer after work, we like to relax in our own special way. None of our customers would guess from our daytime demeanour that we have these all-girl sex-toy parties, and we like it that way—if they knew, they’d surely want an invitation.

- Kate V., via email

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