Instead, she took the egg, still vibrating, and tucked it between her swollen lips, right over her clit. Then she closed her thighs. It hummed gently, sending a sweet buzz of pleasure through her pelvis.

“You have a pretty cock,” she murmured, scratching her nails over the tight sac of his balls. “But I think it’s been bad. You really want to come, don’t you?” One tap.

“I think this cock needs to learn a lesson.” Alice slapped it with the flat of her hand and the guy on the table let out a yelp of surprise. Then she slapped it again, this time toward the table. He jumped, jolted by the sensation, so she pressed it there, up against the underside of the table, and spanked the head with her other hand, changing direction, smacking it back and forth.

She stopped as quickly as she had started. His breath was coming fast and the weight on the cock ring was forcing long, sticky streams of precum to dribble from the end of his dick. The egg between her own thighs hummed relentlessly. Just seeing the way his cock bobbed with his pulse made her want to come and she fought the sensation. Not yet. Not quite yet.

She reached for one more toy, a vagina simulator, soft and rubbery in her hand.

She made it slick with lube-not that he needed it, he was wet enough with precum and the oil from her hand-and grabbed hold of him again.

He groaned when she slid the sheath over the head of his cock and down onto his shaft.

“Better or worse?”

One very loud tap.

“It’s not as good as my pussy,” she revealed with a squeeze. “But you can’t have that.” She twisted the sheath and started to fuck him with it. “Better or worse?” He grunted and tapped once, trying to thrust, but the table stopped his pelvis. His cock swelled-she could feel it, even through the sheath. He was close. Struggling. She didn’t stop.