“Fuck,” Tito whispers thickly, the professionalism gone for a moment. “You have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen, Sc—Ms. Summers.”
He steps towards me, his hand on my knee, and the touch feels like electricity on my skin. I gasp a little as he switches the device on, a quiet buzzing filling the air between us, bringing it towards my clitoris.
The intense pleasure I feel from the second it touches me makes me moan without meaning to, the sound bursting from my lips as my back arches and my thighs spread wider. “I—oh!”
“This will administer fluids if necessary,” Tito says, his voice slightly hoarse. “But I don’t think it will need to. You’re quite wet, Ms. Summers.”
The entire world has fallen away. I’m lost in the fantasy as the device suctions onto my clit when Tito presses a button, suckling it like I can’t imagine any man would ever think to do. I’m streaming arousal now, dripping onto the table, but I don’t fucking care. I’m close to orgasm, and I should be humiliated at being so exposed in front of my colleague, but it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done.
“I’m—” I try to form words, but I can’t. I can feel my pussy clenching, aching for something inside of it, even as my clit throbs in time with my heartbeat under the relentless sucking of the device. It’s made all the more erotic by Tito standing there holding my bare knee, fully clothed, an obvious erection pressing against his fly while he makes no move to touch or relieve himself, only focusing on me.
“You may come whenever you like, Ms. Summers,” Tito says, his voice very low, and that does it.
The orgasm, when it rushes over me, is like nothing I’ve ever felt in my life. Certainly not from my own fingers. I let out a keening cry of pleasure as my pussy clenches on nothing, spasming as my thighs shake and my hands grip the side of the table, arching into the device Tito is casually holding against my clit. It feels as if it goes on forever, the sucking continuing until it’s too much, and Tito seems to realize the instant I need it to stop as he pulls back.
“Two minutes and sixteen seconds,” he says, checking his watch. “An excellent start for my invention, actually. Now let’s try again.”
I blink at him, dizzy from pleasure. “Again?”
“Unless you don’t wish to.” He straightens. “But we should try all variables, yes? You haven’t yet tested the penetration of the device.”
I swallow hard. “Well, there are two variables. How fast would I come if I say, watched you touching yourself at the same time?”
Tito’s eyes open wide, and I swear I see the rigid outline of his cock in his pants jerk against the straining fabric.
“Are you suggesting—”
“I’m suggesting twice more,” I breathe, a devious idea entering my head. “You test the second portion of the device on me and then hand it to me. We’ll test how long it takes for me to make myself come with it with visual stimulation as well.” The idea takes hold, two more rounds with the toy, which I’m enjoying very much, teasing Tito a little longer and satisfying my curiosity about his cock.
“Raising the stakes of the game. I like it.” Tito grins. “But is there anything to be won?”
“You knowing your invention works?”
“How about this?” He smiles at me. “If I manage to delay my orgasm until you’ve completed all three of yours, I get to taste the fruit of my victory.”
I think I’m going to pass out from just the idea of that. But my body is way past backing out of this, so I nod. “Deal. But only one taste. Not, you know.”
“I understand. Just a small taste.” His voice is thicker now, heated, and he moves the device back towards my drenched pussy. “The device will enter you, adding additional fluid if needed to lubricate the entrance and conform to your dimensions perfectly, after an initial scan of your most sensitive spots. It will also sense when your ideal arousal level is reached for it to begin stimulating your clitoris again,” His voice cracks slightly, and I see him shift, reaching down to adjust his cock.
“Do you need to come?” I look up at him with a grin, and Tito returns my gaze coolly.
“When it’s my part of the experiment, then yes, Ms. Summers, I will be more than ready for an orgasm.”
I truly feel as if I’m losing my mind. Everything about this, the office setting, Tito, his way of speaking, the roleplay, the high-tech toy being used on me by a gorgeous man focused on retrieving data about my pleasure, it’s all something straight out of my wildest fantasy. And it’s really happening.
He pushes the toy against my entrance then, and it slips in easily, only to start to expand inside of me. I gasp, hands convulsing at the edge of the table, my sensitive clit beginning to throb again as the device expands larger still.
“Too much?” Tito asks, and I gasp.
“I can take a little more, I think.” The device grows a little larger, and I shake my head, my hips jerking. “That’s enough.”
“Roughly the size of my cock,” Tito says with a smirk, and my eyes snap open, staring at him as he pushes another button. “But you’ll see for yourself very soon.”
I feel a pulsing throb inside of me. “What’s that?” I whisper.
“It’s scanning you for sensitive spots. The silicone will swell into small nubs placed to stimulate those spots specifically with each thrust. Almost done, yes. Thrusting can begin now.”
I’m already about to come. I feel more arousal gush around the toy. Then I feel the clitoral stimulator brush against my clit, fastening on but not vibrating or sucking quite yet, as Tito begins to fuck me with the toy.