You know that society has gone to shit when companies start popping up with orgasm insurance. No, really. I know how crazy it sounds, and I’m the door-to-door insurance salesman. Woman? Whatever.
It all started in 2013. That’s when they began experimenting with electrical impulses into the brain. The idea was to stimulate neural pathways. You’d be able to call something better in the future. Some people were hopeful that this would lead to a cure to Alzheimer’s — and it did — but that’s not what the science eventually became used for. One day, while researchers were experimenting with stimulating specific parts of the brain, their human subject orgasmed.
Oh, I’m sure it was as awkward as could be. I bet the scientists wrote it off the first few times. But then it kept happening. Again and again. Science had finally discovered what men never could: how to guarantee a partner’s orgasm. Finally, one bold researcher decided to see how electrical stimulation of the brain could really help orgasms.
At first, they considered only the ramifications for married couples. Science is rather conservative, after all. But they didn’t stop there. Eventually, scientists were able to give just about anyone an orgasm by plugging electrodes into the patient’s skull — trust me, they use a lot more finesse now days — and letting off an electrical charge.
It wasn’t enough that some people were finally able to achieve orgasm and explore their sexual sides. Once the sex toy industry got wind of the idea, things really took on a life from their own. Researchers began to look at how they could make orgasms even better and allow users to control devices to give their partners orgasms on demand. Cybersex was forever changed, and sex toy manufacturers raced to be the first to incorporate this technology into their toys.
That brings us to today. Right now. The COME industry — that’s controlled orgasm via measured electricity for those of you not in the know — is well established. Of course, it went through a rough patch those first few years. Researchers had to prove there wasn’t any lasting side effects and that home users could safely use the technology. In the end, the sex toy manufacturers had to go through a labyrinthian approval process to get their products on the market. After all, who exactly handles the business of sex toys that send jolts of electricity directly into your brain? But they did it, and the shelves of sex toy stores and even Walgreens are full of COME toys.
The most common method involves a small adhesive electrode that you place at the nape of your neck. The electrode connects to a control pack — yes, we call it the COME-troller — that allows it to emit the precise type of electricity required to cause orgasm. To be honest, I don’t know the science of it. You see, I’ve never even used it.
I’m kind of the odd duck out when it comes to COME toys, no pun intended. They just never interested me. So how did I get into selling orgasm insurance for it? Well, it’s a long story, but I’ll sum it up.
The research wasn’t quite as honest as consumers would have believed, but by the time that the first users realized that COME was eventually making it difficult or even impossible to, well, come anymore. So sex toy manufacturers had the government in their pocket. It was like oil companies in the 20th century — but worse. The toys stayed on the market, and the manufacturers were able to keep the bad news out of the media for a while by settling lawsuits quietly.
However, this couldn’t last forever. More reports began popping up. The companies had to respond. Eventually, someone had a great idea: let’s insure the user’s orgasm. We’ll give them a nice payout if their COME toys break them, and everyone will be happy. Now, you would think that consumers might be smarter than this. They would realize that the people behind this were the very same sex toy retailers who were selling them toys that interfered with their ability to have orgasm.
You would be wrong.
Consumers were hooked, maybe even addicted. And politicians were getting rich. Orgasm insurance was a go.
This is how it works. Buyers opt into an insurance plan when they buy their COME toy. They can choose the premium they pay. The more frequently they use their toy, the higher their premium tends to be. This comes with a higher payout should the technology make it impossible to orgasm in the future. It’s nothing groundbreaking. In fact, the idea is so simple that most people probably passed it off as too ridiculous to work. But it did.
And now I work at selling this insurance. Why? Mostly because I suddenly found myself an out-of-work divorcee. I didn’t have many skills after spending ten years enjoying the company of my husband, that is, until he cheated on me. The insurance company wanted saleswomen who were relatively attractive, confident and well-spoken. I guess I fit the bill.
My days are not as weird as you might expect, however. I don’t actually go door to door. Sometimes I host workshops are sex toy retailers. I field a lot of phone calls about insurance when I’m in the office, and sometimes the company sends me to someone’s how for a personalized presentation. Those “somebodies” are well-to-do, and I charm them as well as I know how.
This was one of those days. Except it was a little out of the ordinary. The couple I would be visiting — he was some sort of broker and she was a kept woman half his age — hadn’t yet purchased a COME toy. My boss instructed me that I was attempting to sell both the toy and the insurance. It was strange, yes, but I like the challenge.
I was surprised to arrive at their home. It was more modest than the homes of many of my previous customers. He answered the door with a practiced smile upon his face and led me to a sitting room. It was contemporary and clean. She was perched behind a couch, posture correct. She was quiet. Was she aloof or just shy? It was difficult to tell.
It was easier to launch into selling the COME toy than I had thought. I guess I’d become a better salesman since I started this job. My ex-husband would certainly have been surprised to see me then. I went over the specs, glossing over the science and focusing on the safety and effectiveness of the toy. I assured the couple that they certainly knew others who enjoyed COME-ing, as people called it these days. This seemed to make the young wife uncomfortable. She excused herself to “prepare us tea.”
The husband was more eager, however. Jonathaon, his name was, launched into a story about his coworker’s wife. Apparently, she had been a frigid bitch but her COME toy enabled her to be multi-orgasmic and saved the marriage. I wasn’t so sure about that, but the story was just one to pass the time. I didn’t realize his real angled until I heard him ask his next question.
“So do you like to COME?” There was a twinkle in his eye. He thought it was clever. I had heard my fair share of bad puns about the thing. I had never heard it aimed at myself before, though. I stammered, knowing I’d have to lie. No one likes to buy something that the salesman wouldn’t personally use.
“Of course I do.”
It was at that moment that his wife returned to the room.
“Do what?”
Her voice startled me. It had an edge that was more powerful than her appearance conveyed. It was deep for a woman, delicious to listen to.
“Enjoy the COME machine, miss. I mean, ma’am.” I felt as though she had walked in on us like I had my husband and his dirty little secret. She was not at all upset, however.
“Oh. Perhaps you’d like to show us, then.” It was a command, not a request. I could plainly hear this in her voice. I suddenly re-examined my assessment of this relationship. Perhaps he was the kept one, instead.
“Well, I’m not entirely sure that would be appropriate.”
“I’m not entirely sure that I want to purchase something without seeing how it works.” There was a challenge in the air as she replied.
“Perhaps you’d like to try it out personally, in your bedroom..?” I offered.
“I want to see you come.” The challenge was verbalized. There was no skirting around the issue. And my natural reaction was to accept any challenge.
I hadn’t noticed the wife — was her name Audrey? — moving toward me. Yet, there she was by my side, the COME toy in her hand.
“So you place the electrode on the back of the neck..” Her hand wrapped around my neck, fingers pressing the electrode to my skin. I thought I felt a shock run down my spine, but she hadn’t even turned it on, yet.
“And you can control the device with this button.” Another statement, not a question. Her thumb thumb circled the button, but the COME machine was still off. Her hand was still against my neck, and her fingers lightly curled against my skin. I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
“Y-yes. That’s how it works.” The words fell out of my mouth so awkwardly.
“And the person doesn’t need to be aroused at all to achieve orgasm?” I shook my head to indicate “No.”
“Are you aroused right now?” I wanted to lie. I tried to lie. I ached to lie. I couldn’t.
“Yes, I am.” Audrey smiled, the type of smile that makes you forget anyone else exists in the world. I wondered if her husband felt the same way about her as I did in that moment. Her husband! I turned my head to look at Jonathon. He was watching us intently, but I couldn’t tell if he was enjoying it.
Audrey took the moment to make her move. She leaned in toward the exposed skin of my neck as I turned, planting soft-but-hungry kisses along my skin. I gasped, my skin tingling. She motioned for her husband to come near, handing him the controller to the toy, which she hadn’t even turned on. He was the kept one.
With the COME-troller in his hands, she was able to use both hers to stimulate me. Her delicate fingers worked the buttons out of the loops of my blouse, exposing my breasts. Audrey licked her lips as she noticed the front clasp on my bra. I was especially fond of them. I guess she was, too. Her lithe fingers unclasped my bra, and she lifted each breast to draw my nipples into her mouth. They were already erect before touching her lips. Yes, I was aroused.
But she didn’t want to just stand around. Her finger hooked into my skirt, which I had never before considered anything but bushiness-appropriate, and she pulled me back toward an over-sized armchair, Jonathon in tow. At first, I thought she would have me sit, but Audrey perched on the chair herself and dropper her hands down to the side of my thighs. She shimmied my skirt up up to my waist, revealing simple thigh highs and my hipster panties. I almost wished I had put on something spectacular when I had dressed that morning.
Audrey patted either side of the chair behind her, motioning for me to straddle her. So I did, Jonathon following close enough behind me that the electrode on the back of my neck would stay in place. I must have looked like I was precariously perched, because he stepped closer behind me, his body bracing mine. The sudden presence startled me, but I leaned my shoulders and head against his abdomen, grateful for the support.
Audrey had been intently examining my body and my wardrobe, but she wasn’t one to waste time. Her fingers snaked between my panties and my body, pushing the fabric to the side. Her hands were warm against my vulva, lightly stroking it before parting my lips. I shivered at the woman’s touch.
She pushed my further back against her husband as she tenuously slid a finger into my pussy. I was so ready. She could tell, and she inserted another finger, then another. I was full with this woman whom I had just met, a stranger.
Audrey wasn’t done, however. As her fingers inside me began stroking my G-spot — she knew exactly where to look — her thumb caressed my clitoris. It seemed like she held me tight within her grasp, my pubic bone providing her the handhold to keep me enthralled.
It only took a few minutes of her fingers and thumb working together for me to feel the familiar tension build in my pussy. Audrey could tell, too.
“You like the way I treat your cunt, don’t you?” I was startled by her abrasive language but no less turned on. I nodded. It wasn’t enough for her. Audrey slapped her open palm of her free hand against my breasts.
“Yes, I do.” The sudden assault took me by surprise, but Audrey knew exactly what she was doing. The slap had been my undoing, I was well on my way to orgasm — and without assistance of the COME toy at all.
She hadn’t forgotten about it, however. With a subtle movement that didn’t deter her expert strokes, she raised her gaze to meet Jonathon’s eyes. I didn’t know who she was talking to when she said “Come, now.” But was soon coming as soon as she gave the command.
It took her husband a brief second to turn on the machine and hit the button. When the first jolt of electricity tickled my brain, I was already in mid-orgasm. But my brain responded anyway, piling wave upon wave atop my natural orgasm. It was longer, it felt better, it contract my muscles and shook my body more than any orgasm I’d had in my life.
I would have collapsed were it not for Jonathon bracing my body from behind. He remained perfectly stoic as a near-stranger orgasmed on his wife’s lap. I wondered if his eyes glistened the way hers did at causing my orgasm. I didn’t care.
An orgasm doesn’t last forever, of course. Mine soon died down, and I was left short of breath and covered with a dewy sheen — sweat. Jonathon gently helped me to my feet, smoothing my skirt down and removing the COME electrode from the back of my neck. I lipped my lips, suddenly thirsty for the promised tea that had never arrived.
“I guess we’ll take one,” Jonathon remarked, mostly to break the silence.
“And we’ll take the toy and your highest level of insurance, too,” Audrey chimed in after her husband.
The shock must have registered on my face because Audrey laughed, but I knew she wasn’t kidding. I had just made the biggest sale of my life without even trying — myself.
Categories: Stories
Tags: Erotica, girl-on-girl, sci-fi
