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Wham Bam Buzz: A Tantus-themed Play Session

August 6th, 2013

TantusThis is a little bit of fiction mixed in with something that actually happened. I don’t think the Tantus Buzz arrived the day M went to the track, and I don’t remember if we had a Tantus-themed play session when I tried Buzz for the first time. But we have had Tantus-themed sessions—it’s hard not to when you own as much Tantus as we do—and I’m sure we will again. So let’s call it “artistic license” and mark it fiction, shall we?

Her spirits deflated a little when she heard the car horn signalling his return from the track. She was glad he was home, but she was sat on the toilet rather than kneeling in the living room as she’d planned. The key hit the lock and the door flung open while she was washing her hands.

“Daddy’s home, kitties!” she exclaimed to the whole house, as if she didn’t know the cats were already attacking his legs with love.

“Hey! Did you not hear the mailman? You’ve got a box out here on the porch. My hands are full.”

She squealed with delight and ran to scoop up the package. She knew it was coming, but she only had a cursory knowledge of what was in the box. When the sender let her know it was in the mail, she requested that they not tell her what it was. 

“I didn’t even know we had stuff coming. What is it?”

“I don’t know! I asked her not to tell me.”

She rummaged in the drawer for a knife and quickly ripped into the box. As she pulled out the contents, he cocked his head to the side.

“What?” she asked, when she saw his confusion.

“Don’t you have one of those already?”

“No.”

“It looks a lot like something you’ve got already.”

“Oh, you mean the Acute! The shape’s similar, and the color’s close, but this one’s bigger. Which is pretty much exactly what I wanted. If I had reviewed the Acute—which I really should do one of these days—I would have said, ‘I love the color, and the shape would be perfect for g-spot stimulation, but it’s just a little to short and too thin for comfortable solo play.’ Ooo, I should write that down.”

Her ritual of feeling up the purple silicone and wobbling it all around began, and he chuckled.

“You look really funny flailing around with a dildo in your hand. Too bad you don’t want to fuck it.”

“Wait…what? Yes, I do!”

“Well, I mean, it’s already out of the box, and you haven’t even asked. I think you’ve lost interest in sex toys.”

She assured him she had not. In fact, just recently, she’d begun to notice that familiar heat between her thighs when she browsed her favorite sex toy sites. It was obvious to her that the problem was her old job, and not her love of sex toys. Working for a company that twists one of your favorite things in the world into something it never should have been is enough to make you hate that thing. She learned that the hard way.

“So, are you gonna go wash it so you can use it?”

She grinned, and leaped from the chair, running for the bathroom, which was made all the more hilarious by the fact that the bathroom was only five steps away. When she flopped on the bed and spread her legs, she noticed him standing in the corner holding the Wham Bam Paddle.

“I figure it’s only fitting to beat you with the Tantus paddle since it’s Tantus that’ll be in your cunt.”

She couldn’t help but smile. Things like where their toys came from didn’t usually concern him, so she knew he’d been paying attention, lately, to her odes to Tantus.

“Well? What’re you waiting for? Get that thing in your pussy!”

The paddle came down on her left breast just as she slid her new Tantus Buzz between her pussy lips. With the second stroke of the paddle, she drove the dildo home, then pulled it out for another stroke. As the third stroke of the paddle connected with her right nipple, she clicked on the little single-speed bullet and nestled it between her labia. This sort of trial by fire would definitely put it through its paces. There was no room for fumbling when The Man was laying into her. Quick evaluations and adjustments were a necessary evil.

With every stroke of the dildo, the paddle found a new part of her body. Her inner thighs, her stomach, the underside of her tits, her upper arms, her pussy…every stroke of the paddle brought her closer to orgasm.

And then it was gone. She opened her eyes to see him climbing up the mattress toward her head.

“Scoot down, slut,” he growled as he positioned himself over her face.

“Suck my balls,” he said, as if she had any choice. It was either suck or suffocate, and while they both loved breath play, living through it was definitely the goal.

He’d tossed the paddle aside in favor of rubbing his cock all over her tits. It was too much, and she came loud and hard, then tossed the bullet aside in favor of her fingers. She felt his thighs begin to tremble. His ass tightened over her head. His back arched. His breathing quickened. And then his cum shot across her chest and stomach.

Later, in the bathroom, she couldn’t help but smile as she washed him off of her. There’s just something about objectification and pain that does her body good.

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  1. Camryn
    May 16th, 2014 at 01:12 | #1

    Tantus play session? Sounds awesome! I had fun playing #NameThatToy with the photo; I think I got them all 🙂
    I think the mix of memory and artistic license is part of this post’s appeal. That and all the Tantus!

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