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I’m so delighted to welcome Valery North back to the blog today! Valery has guest blogged before, most recently writing a fantastic overview of rimming sex toys, and attempting to recreate the unique sensation of being rimmed. And recently, courtesy of my site sponsors Hot Octopuss, hae had the opportunity to try out the fucking amazing (and – as far as I know – completely unique) Hot Octopuss JETT. Valery’s written about this amazing ‘turbo drive for your cock’ in this fabulous post, and here hae’s going to extend the fun a little with a gorgeous piece of erotic fiction in which JETT is the star of the show. And frankly, as someone who can rarely resist someone writing about their aching cock and the ways they relieve that ache, I’m extremely grateful to Valery for dropping by…

My rumbling, shuddering, aching cock

It started, as these evenings often do, with Michelle on her knees, sucking my dick to get it hard. Already my mind whirled with thoughts of what sort of game she might be interested in tonight: would she be bent over my knee, or bound tightly and squirming?

But instead she took my hand and led the way to the bedroom. I pictured myself lying on the bed as she rode me, and I watched her broad backside or gorgeous tits rise and fall, and held on as long as possible to let her relish it.

Sure enough, she helped me out of my clothes, my aching erection already yearning for her. But then she said she had something special in mind, something new for me. I lay on my back and lifted myself on my elbows to look down the bed at her as she slid out of her silk dressing gown.

“This will be so much better with a blindfold,” she said. She sashayed to my side. “With your permission, Sir?”

She held out the sleeping mask blindfold she’d worn so often herself. The faintest scent of her aroused sweat still clung to it. I was curious to see what she’d come up with for my pleasure.

I held still while she eased the blindfold over my hair and covered my eyes. I breathed slowly, carefully. Taking in the newness and the curious situation. The crisp freshness of the sheets. The sound of her breathing intermingled with mine.

“Could you lie back with your hands by your sides, Sir?”

So respectful, even when she’s taking charge. I could tell she really wanted whatever this was going to be. I shuffled my butt lower down the bed, easing myself back to rest on the pillow and lay my hands palm downwards on the top of the duvet.

I felt her hands on my dick: soft, sensitive fingers gently and assiduously smearing silky lube up and down every inch of my hard-on. My cock twitched in excitement, but I knew she must have something more than a simple handjob – or even a stroker toy – in mind, to take this much trouble. I let my head rest back again and for the first time, my breath started to catch as I wondered just what was coming.

I felt her clamber onto the bed between my feet, and I obliged her by spreading my legs apart.

At first, it felt like some kind of rubber cock ring stretching around my glans. She eased it about halfway down my shaft, and I opened my mouth to question her decision. At first touch, this didn’t seem special enough to warrant the amount of surrender I’d given her. Emboldened by my gift, however, she shushed me with a soft hiss.

Then she let me feel the weight of the toy. It was no ordinary ring – there was a bulk and a substance to its mass far beyond what I expected. I found I was holding my breath in anticipation, just before she turned it on.

It started as a low rumble, a vibration shuddering the inner core of my cock like nothing else. Then, mixing and merging with it, a higher-pitched vibration, sending shivers up and down my dick, and then my spine. My lips formed the word ‘what?’ but she hushed me again before I had the chance to voice the query. I reached for the toy with my hands to find out what it was, but she made a noise to remind me I promised to keep my hands by my sides.

My cock already felt harder than it had ever been before: I had no idea what this magic was, what monument to horn she’d found to offer my sex to. But already I knew it was relentless.

Then she started to change the vibrations. Increasing and decreasing the two rival pulsating tones: bass and treble, thunder and downpour. When I gasped or shuddered, she left it on that setting briefly before exploring for others, until she’d mapped half a dozen combinations.

Having mapped them so meticulously she began to cycle through, one after the other, in different orders. Until my whole pelvis seemed to be quaking into a molten morass, with the base of my rumbling, shuddering, aching cock forming the white-hot core.

I knew in that instant that I was about to come.

So did she – I felt her straddle my stomach, bending low. Even though I couldn’t see her, I pictured her in my mind’s eye, offering her tits to my cum. The image was too much, and I gave her what she wanted with a wail and howl of unleashed energy.

It took a while to realise the vibrations had stopped. I traced my hands up her thighs to her butt, and then up to my face to remove the blindfold.

At which point she looked over her shoulder at me:

“Please, Sir. Can I have some more?”

This guest blogger was given the toy for free by Hot Octopuss, and if you buy their products through my links you’re supporting my work and helping me to pay the awesome people who share their stories/fantasies here on the site. Go on, try the JETT on your own aching cock. See how the Treble & Bass thing works for you.