{"id":40543,"date":"2023-06-13T04:26:52","date_gmt":"2023-06-13T02:26:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/?p=40543"},"modified":"2026-02-14T19:02:48","modified_gmt":"2026-02-14T18:02:48","slug":"a-package-for-ms-davis-an-erotic-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/a-package-for-ms-davis-an-erotic-story\/","title":{"rendered":"A Package for Ms. Davis &#8211; An Erotic Story"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><script src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/embed\/medias\/t79c2qpfsj.jsonp\" async><\/script><script src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/assets\/external\/E-v1.js\" async><\/script><\/p>\n<div class=\"wistia_responsive_padding\" style=\"padding: 56.25% 0 0 0; position: relative;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_responsive_wrapper\" style=\"height: 100%; left: 0; position: absolute; top: 0; width: 100%;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_embed wistia_async_t79c2qpfsj seo=true videoFoam=true\" style=\"height: 100%; position: relative; width: 100%;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_swatch\" style=\"height: 100%; left: 0; opacity: 0; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 0; transition: opacity 200ms; width: 100%;\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"filter: blur(5px); height: 100%; object-fit: contain; width: 100%;\" src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/embed\/medias\/t79c2qpfsj\/swatch\" alt=\"\" aria-hidden=\"true\" \/><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Before knocking on Brandon\u2019s front door, Steve picked up a nondescript plastic package that a delivery man had tossed carelessly to the doorstep. Dawn Davis, Brandon\u2019s mom, was the recipient.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve noticed a slight tear in it. Not thinking as he waited for the door to open, he fingered the rip. His finger touched latex and a leathery fringe. He assumed Brandon\u2019s mom might be into jean jackets from the 1980s. There was also a rod inside. It felt ribbed with a rounded end. He pulled out his finger when the door opened.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDude, you\u2019re here! I\u2019ve been waiting and waiting,\u201d Brandon said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve stepped in.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cJust toss that package on the couch. Probably for Mom.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou ready to go? My car\u2019s running. I\u2019m wasting a lot of gas waiting for your ass,\u201d Steve said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Brandon grabbed his jacket.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve stepped outside the front door. \u201cCome on! Hurry up so we can get to the gym before the game. We do better when we\u2019re warmed up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI do better, yeah, but you always suck.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHey, dipshit, watch me tonight. I\u2019m ready to\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve suddenly was distracted by the prickly bush under the front window. Seeing it, all the memories of Brandon\u2019s mom muddled his concentration. He had suffered the prickling some time ago to see Brandon\u2019s mom naked and making out with one of her dates. She had become the main character in his sex dreams. He reminisced about her hanging tits, that large ass, and being on her knees begging for his cock. In his dreams, he would explode when she would simply say, \u201cI need it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cReady to what?\u201d Brandon taunted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve regained control of his mind.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201c\u2014to throw down, bitch. I\u2019m on tonight.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Moments later, the boys sped away from Brandon\u2019s house.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">###<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Not long afterward, the garage door raised slowly and a shiny red coupe pulled inside.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In the house, Dawn set down her purse and tote bag on the kitchen table. She noticed the package in the middle of the couch. She rushed over to it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI can\u2019t believe it arrived already.\u201d She shoved her fingers into the hole to rip open the package but paused. She first called, \u201cBrandon! Brandon, are you here?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She heard no answer, so she tore open the package.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She flapped out the latex suit and dangled it in front of her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cA bodysuit. Megan, really?\u201d she said aloud. \u201cNo suit is going to fit me. I\u2019ll need a gym membership and a personal trainer.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She set aside the latex suit. In the package was a leather whip with a hard handle.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAnd this? What is going on in your head?\u201d She let out a controlled laugh.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lastly, she found a gold necklace. A chic thing, relatively simple. Not high-end like her other jewelry. A clasp connected the necklace and two lengthy pieces dangled down at least a foot. Each one had a clip on the end.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cA necklace with nipple clamps? This is insane, you are insane.\u201d She covered her mouth as she laughed even louder. Soon she flopped to the couch, cracking up uncontrollably.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She grabbed her phone and texted her friend.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Arrived. You are nuts.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A reply came immediately.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Wear tomorrow. Meet for lunch 1. I have a meeting until 12:30. Pinch you later<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dawn brought the crazy items to her room. She clipped the necklace around her neck. The small hoop set at the peak of her cleavage. The two long strands hanged down to her deep navel. She took the first end. A quick breath and she clamped her brown nipple. It was a sharper pain than she expected. She hissed and unclamped it. She lifted her breast to kiss her nipple to ask for forgiveness for the momentary brutality. She then rubbed her nipple in preparation for more cruelty.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She squeezed the clamp between her forefinger and thumb, revving up her mental capacity to handle the pain. She eased closed the clasp around one of her most sensitive protrusions. A hiss and a leap helped calm the bite. With another deep breath, a hiss and a leap, she closed the clasp on her other brown nipple.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She danced and bounced through her bedroom as if the movement might dull the pain. Her body slowly adjusted to the painful sensations at the tips of her tits. Bit by bit, the pain transitioned from a sharp pierce to a beating throb to a constant ache.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When the pain had leveled as much as it would, she then inspected the whip that doubled as a dildo. She was studying it and rubbing it when she heard Brandon.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMom, we\u2019re back,\u201d Brandon shouted. \u201cHave you made supper or do me and Steve have to make it ourselves?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She had to stop abruptly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOh, god!\u201d She scrambled to hide the toys in the nightstand beside her bed. She covered them, as best as she could, with her sleep mask. However, she left her nipples clipped, since it looked like she was wearing a simple necklace.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHi, boys,\u201d she said strolling into the living room. \u201cI was planning to make supper. Just need to get things out of the refrigerator and heat up the oven.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She passed by Steve, who was in the recliner, and Brandon, who was in the center of the couch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMs. Davis,\u201d Steve said, \u201cdid you get the package that I put on the couch?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She paused and her back stiffened. Some words fumbled from her mouth in her sudden uneasiness.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThank you for bringing it in,\u201d she stammered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Did he know what was in the package?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI found it with the tear. Probably by the delivery guy, not me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Was he conveying something? Fear grabbed her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNothing was damaged inside, so no need to worry about it,\u201d she said as coolly as possible. She rushed into the kitchen to put distance between her and the boys.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMom, you still ordering junk from Amazon? You said you were going to lay off for a while.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She shook her head.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBrandon, I can spend money on whatever I want. But\u2014for your information\u2014this was a gift from a friend. I didn\u2019t just buy it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Brandon rolled his eyes. \u201cSure, whatever.\u201d He looked to Steve. \u201cShe can\u2019t lay off Amazon, but I know she\u2019ll be old when she buys from QVC.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDoes she?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Brandon then called to his mom who had walked into the kitchen. \u201cHey, what\u2019d you buy this time? I may need to put some controls on your spending habits.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The oven door squeaked as she opened it. \u201cLeave it be. It was a gift.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat are you making to eat, Ms. Davis? I might want to stay and eat your food instead of my mom\u2019s meatloaf.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI was thinking of the same thing,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Hearing that, Steve stood.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019m going to head home. Shower and eat. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. I won\u2019t be around Friday. Got a date with Whitney. A movie. One of those romantic flicks.\u201d He gagged himself with his finger.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDo it all for the nookie,\u201d Brandon teased.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cListening to those terrible 90s nu-metal bands?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Brandon only shrugged.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cStop listening to it.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve then left for home.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Brandon went into the kitchen. \u201cHow long will it be before the food is done?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cForty-five minutes. I did the prep work yesterday, so I\u2019m ready to slide it in. I\u2019m going to change. Can you put it in when the oven\u2019s heated?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI guess,\u201d he mumbled.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Before she left, she asked about Whitney.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSince Steve\u2019s going out, are you planning to go somewhere Friday?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNot with him, no.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou doing something? A girl or someone?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDo you need me to leave for one of your \u2026\u201d Brandon didn\u2019t ask the whole question.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019m not sure. I like to alert you, because of how you feel about me and my dates.\u201d She went to her bedroom before Brandon answered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She took off her blouse and bra and then unclamped the clasps. Her nipples had numbed to the pain. They were flattened with harsh marks of the tiny metallic teeth. She massaged each nipple as another apology for her bodily brutality. She took off the necklace and placed it with her other jewelry.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She enjoyed what Megan had sent. She knew, later on, she\u2019d have to try out her other new toy. The whip would need to be for another time though. She wondered who she would allow to whip her. The thought was disconcerting. Sir might. A date getting to whip her would lead to a crazy relationship. One she didn\u2019t want. Then Steve came to mind\u2014oddly enough. She shook her head to reject the notion.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lastly was the latex outfit. She would only attempt to shove herself into the latex when Brandon wasn\u2019t home. Never while he was here. She knew it was tough to squeeze out the meat from the casing of a bratwurst, so getting herself into this latex casing would be even worse for her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">From the kitchen, she heard Brandon call to her about the meatloaf. The two ate dinner and relaxed for the evening.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It was half past 1 the next day. Dawn sat at a tall table, sipping on a light cocktail of soda water, Vermouth and Campari. Megan arrived late\u2014as usual. She begged Dawn\u2019s pardon for being late, before she even sat at the table.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The waiter came up to them before Megan had settled into her seat. She ordered her staple. A white wine, Pinot Grigio, chilled. He returned in a moment.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThe meeting was terrible,\u201d Megan said. \u201cMy clients could not make a decision on how to approach this bridge project. Funding, design, timetable\u2014the meeting went to hell in no time. I just wish people would make decisions. Instead they hem-haw around.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Megan straightened herself. \u201cOh yes! The gifts. Are you, uh, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">wearing<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> anything?\u201d She bounced her waxed, brown eyebrows.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes.\u201d Dawn whispered her answer, as if everyone would know what she had admitted to if she spoke too loud.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Megan whispered, \u201cClamps?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dawn nodded. Her cheeks reddened and a warmth climbed up the back of her neck.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Megan giggled. Dawn laughed too but felt a clamp twist her nipple when it caught on the fabric of her bra. It paused her laugh. Instead she coughed. Megan shook her head, knowing what had happened.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cPretty painful, huh. I think John Mellencamp said it best: \u2018Hurts so good.\u2019\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They giggled and sipped their drinks.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDo you wear these things too?\u201d Dawn asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOften, yes. I found they keep me grounded.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGrounded, what do you mean?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Megan shrugged in admission to such a unique fact. \u201cPain helps me to remain in the moment and can slow me down.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNot wearing any today, I guess.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMy meeting may not have gone as bad if I had worn them.\u201d Megan picked up her wine glass but set it down before taking a drink. \u201cWhat about the other gifts?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dawn thought of the package she received. \u201cYou\u2019re wanting to know a lot about me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThe gifts, I want to make sure you like them. If you don\u2019t, then I won\u2019t buy them again. And!\u201d She wagged her finger. \u201cWith you, I can ask anything. We\u2019re open with each other.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cTrue.\u201d Dawn took a longer drink before she answered Megan\u2019s question. She exhaled the answer. \u201cI\u2019ve had \u2018fun\u2019 with the one.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/enigma-double-sonic\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"image-banner alignnone wp-image-47301 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/enigma-double-sonic-lelo.jpg\" alt=\"lelo emigma sex toy\" width=\"930\" height=\"336\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/enigma-double-sonic-lelo.jpg 930w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/enigma-double-sonic-lelo-300x108.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/enigma-double-sonic-lelo-768x277.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/enigma-double-sonic-lelo-770x278.jpg 770w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 930px) 100vw, 930px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Megan obviously loved the response, patting her palms, like she was playing patty-cake as a young girl. \u201cI am so glad. It so reminded me of you. What about the outfit and the other <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">thing<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2014I won\u2019t say what it is to avoid embarrassing you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThank you for not saying it. I\u2019m not in the mood for complete embarrassment. As for the answer, I don\u2019t have anyone who can use it on me\u2014or me, on them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Megan rested her elbows on the table and tangled her fingers.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHow about that date you had a few weeks ago? He is not worthy of it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dawn leaned back, feeling the pressure of an interrogation.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHe was moving a bit fast and we went too far. Way too far.\u201d She shook her head in disappointment. \u201cI let him. It was my fault. From now on, I need to keep myself in check so it doesn\u2019t happen again like that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhoa, whoa, whoa.\u201d Megan set down her wine, clinking its base on the table. She leaned forward, staring at her friend. \u201cHow far did you go? You make it seem like you two were at the edge.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dawn darted her eyes toward the bar.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThat far, huh.\u201d Megan grinned, having read Dawn\u2019s reaction.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNot that far! You think so low of me.\u201d She swatted at her friend. \u201cI have to admit, though, we got very, very close.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dawn exhaled. \u201cI let it go farther than I had ever wanted. All the time I\u2019ve known him, he seemed so levelheaded. And dinner was great. Conversation was smooth and easy. We got along. He made me laugh. That, I\u2019ll admit, is rare.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Megan nodded. \u201cHe played you well.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYea, we got caught up too much. I ruined things. Now our boundaries are unknown.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBut you\u2019ll go out with him again, right?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI kind of plan too\u2014maybe, well possibly. I\u2019m not sure.\u201d She bobbed her head side to side. \u201cWho else is there? And back on the topic of you, who would you let use \u2018it\u2019 on you?\u201d Dawn was rather blunt to redirect the conversation.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThere are a few guys, but none of them have ever worked out. Their vibe was missing.\u201d She sipped her wine. \u201cYou and I are in bad positions. Only certain guys can have everything we need\u2014most of the things we need\u2014and be able to stand beside a successful CEO. It\u2019s got to do with men\u2019s self-assurance.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Megan then pushed back the conversation to Dawn. \u201cWho was this guy you were out with?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dawn tried to divert again, but Megan pressed until Dawn began to speak.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHe\u2019s an engineer\u2014not in my company\u2014who I met at a conference. We had a good time at the bar. We were out several nights at the conference. He asked me to go out when we got back.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAt the conference, did you take him to your room, or you go to his room?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo way. Not nights, as in the hotel room!\u201d Dawn waved her hands as if blocking oncoming traffic.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSo he\u2019s an engineer. You using him to get intel from competitors? You better not date any of my employees\u2014especially my engineers.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The two laughed.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGive me one employee, and I\u2019ll get all your proprietary information,\u201d Dawn teased. \u201cI can make men talk.\u201d She jutted out her heavy breasts.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAll women can make men talk.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cA guy talking is one thing. Giving up secrets is a whole other thing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They agreed and clinked their glasses.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Megan warned, \u201cI have tight-lipped employees. That whip won\u2019t help.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDon\u2019t use that W-word,\u201d Dawn scolded, while scanning the room in case someone nearby may have heard it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo one\u2019s listening.\u201d Megan waved off Dawn\u2019s worry. \u201cCalm down about it. But since you haven\u2019t found many guys to go out with, meet the engineer again. You can\u2019t let potential love pass by because you think you may have let him go too far. Just set up guidelines. If he pushes you too much, then you can end the relationship. I mean, Dawn, what if he respects your boundaries? It\u2019s worth taking a chance on love. I just have one suggestion: Wear the clamps on the date. It may keep you centered\u2014grounded, you know\u2014instead of going sex-crazy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dawn growled at Megan for using the S-word so outright. Still, she agreed with Megan.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Later, the garage door raised, and the shiny red coupe pulled inside. In the house, Dawn set down her purse and tote bag on the kitchen table. She quickly unbuttoned her flimsy, blue blouse so she could get the clamps off her nipples, which were numb now. Buttons undone, she tossed her shirt onto the recliner as she strode across the living room to her bedroom. She slipped off one strap of her lace bra and stopped dead in the middle of the room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her son\u2019s friend was on the couch. Silent. His jaw had dropped nearly to the floor. He was staring.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOh, god! Steve!\u201d Dawn flung her arms around her chest to hide her trapped breasts.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019m sorry. I didn\u2019t know,\u201d the pair said in unison.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI didn\u2019t know you were here,\u201d Dawn said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She noticed Steve\u2019s face had flushed red. He didn\u2019t breathe or close his mouth. His eyes were bulged, and he could not take his eyes off of her chest.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He coughed and cleared his throat.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMs. Davis, I am so \u2026\u201d Steve stuttered. \u201cI am waiting\u2014Brandon\u2014Ran \u2026 for some \u2026 drinks. Should I leave?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt\u2019s okay, Steve,\u201d she said as she inched sideways across the room by television to the hallway. \u201cWe\u2019ll just pretend this never\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She noticed the growth in the crotch of Steve\u2019s basketball shorts. He moved his hands, but his mind wasn\u2019t cognizant enough to shield himself subtly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The two stood before each other forever\u2014brief though it was. Their minds were trapped in both the unexpected and the sexual deviance. Steve\u2019s fantasies were happening, and Dawn realized her aged attractiveness was still capturing men of all ages.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dawn broke their silence.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWe won\u2019t tell Brandon, okay? You didn\u2019t see me like this,\u201d Dawn said. She let down one arm to pull up the bra strap.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBut I did.\u201d The words spilled from Steve\u2019s mouth. \u201cI saw you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDo not talk about it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI \u2026 can\u2019t forget.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOkay, don\u2019t forget, but keep quiet. This would be bad for us and for Brandon\u2014very bad for him,\u201d Dawn said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou\u2019re so hot. Amazing body,\u201d Steve stuttered in his stupor.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCan I?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCan you what?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSee.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSee me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She darted her eyes away at the awkwardness of the request. Moments ago, when she had closed the garage door, such an instance as this would have been only for absurd erotica stories. Now though, this was the situation in which Dawn was caught. A teenager\u2014Steve of all of them\u2014was engrossed in her body.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Seeing him still spellbound, she said, \u201cAnd we won\u2019t talk about it then, right? Never, ever again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve only nodded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She moved her arms, although her bra was on. Her arms dangled at her sides, shoulders slumped, as she felt his eyes move over her large, motherly form. He cupped his erection, trying to block its obvious bulge. When she saw him do it, her throat tightened, strangling her sexually. Her pussy moistened and her lips bloated and tingled. Worse, her nipples tightened, straining against the clamps. She grabbed her tits, squeezing them. In her moment of pain, she ignored the young man before her. She reached inside her bra and unclipped the first pincher. She reached into the other cup to release the other. Her breasts felt at ease finally. Then her mind came back to Steve.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThis was all an accident, Steve. I didn\u2019t mean to. This was a mistake.\u201d She rushed to her bedroom, leaving him standing there.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She closed and locked her bedroom door and then collapsed, flushed and scared, into the armchair next to her bed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She wiped her forehead. \u201cDid that really happen?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But, as much as embarrassment clung to her, excitement settled in too. \u201cI made him get hard. At attention right away. He has the girlfriend and all kinds of young girls around him. But he thinks I look hot.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/lelo-dot-travel\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"toy-banner alignnone wp-image-46084 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/lelo-dot-sex-toy-travel-guide.jpg\" alt=\"dot vibrator lelo\" width=\"850\" height=\"425\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/lelo-dot-sex-toy-travel-guide.jpg 850w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/lelo-dot-sex-toy-travel-guide-300x150.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/lelo-dot-sex-toy-travel-guide-768x384.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/lelo-dot-sex-toy-travel-guide-770x385.jpg 770w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 850px) 100vw, 850px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She removed her bra. She rubbed her scrunched nipples. Soon she tugged them and rolled them between her fingers. The physical and mental thrill consumed her whole body. Flushing heat, thudding temples, curling toes, tightening back, spreading thighs. Her fingers slipped beneath the thin fabric of her panties, through her trimmed bush and into her moist pussy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her head fell onto the back of the chair. She loved the feeling of all this. The number of men she had turned on kept increasing to her surprise. Sir, the engineer, now her son\u2019s friend. She imagined getting whipped by each of them in order.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her breathing became harsher, her face tensed, a whoosh of sparkles shot from her center to the tips of her toes and fingers. The net of the orgasm encircled her and let her fall into its canopy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">However, the canopy vanished when she suddenly heard Brandon in the living room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMom\u2019s shirt! What\u2019s it doing out here? She always gets on me for leaving my stuff out. I\u2019ll have to get on her about this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Further stealing her peace, she heard Steve.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt was here when I got here,\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She calmed hearing Steve\u2019s reply. Of all he could say, Steve kept to himself what actually happened. Maybe she would be safe, their accidental encounter forgotten.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Still, there was a hiccup in the timeline. When Brandon left, her shirt wasn\u2019t on the chair. Dawn hoped Brandon wouldn\u2019t notice. Basketball or video games may have distracted his mind.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dawn remained in her room, waiting until the boys\u2014specifically Steve\u2014were gone.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Eventually, she strode to the living room in just her bra and French-cut panties. Her mind was titillating in play.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI didn\u2019t know you were here!\u201d she acted as if Steve was again on the couch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She imagined Steve stood up. He wasn\u2019t surprised by her this time. Instead, he had a wolf-like sneer.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dawn\u2019s hand slid from the gulf of her cleavage to the band of her panties.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDid you really like me? I made you hard?\u201d Dawn asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes, and not just me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOh my! Who else?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He waved and two other men appeared. It was Sir and her date\u2014the engineer. They startled her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhen did both of you get here?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve answered for them. \u201cI told them about you. How you really needed a hard fuck. And several men could satisfy you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou know me more than you let on.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI have watched you for years, Dawn. I am only Brandon\u2019s friend so I can see you. Now is the time that the three of us get a piece of you. On your knees.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She knelt and grabbed the engineer\u2019s hard dick and Steve\u2019s cock. She pushed the heads together in her mouth. She sucked and slurped them as best as she could with her mouth stretched painstakingly wide. Sir came behind her in his usual smooth, suave manner. He pulled aside her panties, letting them slap against her round ass. He ran his fingers down her ass and shoved them into her pussy, rocking in and out. Her pussy was already drenched, and her body\u2019s palpitations were becoming more violent.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She loved these three men\u2019s attention. She needed this sex. She wanted to be dominated, controlled, and taken to her limits without a choice. She wanted to be whipped.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Before she got too comfortable, the men changed positions. Steve laid on the couch. She sat facing him, her breasts paddling his face, and she sheathed her open pussy over his cock. Then Sir pushed his dick against her anus. She let it ease until he had entered. Two dicks had stretched her mouth moments ago. Now two dicks stretched her below. She had not been double-teamed before in her life. The pain was harsh but only in waves as the two worked in tandem.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Not to leave out anyone, she stroked the engineer. He stared down at her. She felt like he wanted to broach the subject of her favorite paintings. \u201cYou have such good taste in artwork. I want to see more of your art,\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then Sir demanded of her harshly to focus on his dick. \u201cYou hear me, bitch!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes, Sir,\u201d she quickly answered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve grabbed her breasts to get her attention. He tugged her nipples, asking her if her nipples were still sore after a day of clamps.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI wore them all day, and I\u2019m not used to the pain yet, but\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her sentence was cut short as her date put two fingers in her mouth and dragged her face toward him. He had one leg pushed into the couch cushion and his cock was waiting for her to shut up and open up. And she did.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It was the third dick she sucked in a few moments.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The three men banged her harshly, causing her to grunt and howl. She winced her eyes shut from the heated pain of stretching her ass and pussy and the gagging reflex from her date\u2019s dick. Moments later, the joyride of pleasure took over. She rode up hills of sexual pleasure and slid into valleys, then back high again. Soon, her body shook and exploded inward toward her center, like an inverted firework. She remained in the luxury of debauchery for a long time.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When she opened her eyes and exhaled, the living room was empty. The room was quiet. No one was around. The men were gone. Had never been there.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She was caught on the carpeted floor between the couch and the coffee table. Her knees were sore, and her elbow had banged against the low table. She noticed, in her hand, the ribbed rod that was on the end of the whip was coated in her wetness. It had done its work.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She had forgotten how she loved that sort of attention, to be the centerpiece, to be taken ruthlessly and without caution or concern.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Once able to rise, she staggered back to her bedroom. Then she plopped onto her bed and slept through the night. It was a better sleep than in several weeks. The next morning, still under the blankets, she texted Megan.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Loved the toy. Best ever. Owe you BIG.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Megan texted back.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Think of what whip will do!<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The idea intrigued Dawn. 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