Paige's Pegging Party

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Paige has just started working for an adult products company called Fruitful Connections, and she desperately wants to move some toys! She keeps her boyfriend, Ryan, waiting in the wings while she makes her pitch to a group of friends; when it comes time to discuss strap-ons, he's ready to take center stage. The presentation quickly turns into a kinky exhibition as Paige and Ryan engage in a little...well...large product placement of the strap-on variety.

Warning: This 5600-word erotic romp features explicit and intense descriptions of pegging and oral sex, as well as masturbation and exhibitionism. The story is for adults only!

Excerpt:

"No," Ryan said quietly. "I mean, show them the product in use. I can't explain how it feels. I can't put it into words. But, well, I kinda think I'd like to demonstrate it."

The room went completely quiet. All I heard was Kendra whisper "Is he serious?"

Ryan never took his eyes off me. I glanced at the eight women - each was holding her glass tight and watching me with a variety of expressions and poses that could all be summed up like this: shocked anticipation plus eager smiles multiplied by excited crossing and uncrossing of legs.

They were strong vodka-cranberries, as you might have guessed.

I took a deep breath. I'd joked with Ryan, and other boyfriends, about sex in public. This was different. This was a private exhibition in front of people we knew.

And yet, the idea was getting me incredibly hot. I don't think it was just the alcohol coursing through my veins. All of a sudden, I wanted to put on a show. Looking back, I think it's why I chose the tiny red dress instead of a more conservative black one I'd dropped on my closet floor. I wanted the attention. I wanted them to watch.

"Okay," I said. "We'll do a demo, then."

"Now we're talking!" Molly said.

"This is intense," Riley whispered loudly.

Already it felt like Ryan and I were on stage and everyone else was an audience. I felt detached from them. I'd become a different person in the span of the twenty seconds it took to decide to put on a sex show with Ryan.

I was suddenly very aware of how my panties were snug against my pussy, and how my dress's demi cups were holding my breasts up like a pair of gentle hands would, cradling me and appreciating me, and offering my full assets up to anyone who cared to look. Every movement increased these sensations. As I walked over to my display table and picked up the strap-on and harness, I felt the first waves of heat flooding between my legs. The resulting wetness turned me on even more...