K is for Kinky by Alison Tyler

moving, and she only started her gentle strokes again when he began to bring the clamp toward its target, stopping when he stopped, watching his face and smiling when he clamped down the nipple. The chain connecting them danced and swayed in time with his hoarse, gasping breath.
    â€œStand up.” He stood up on unsteady feet, and she pulled him closer by his hard cock. “Tonight you’re going to be my little coin-operated fuck toy. Say it.”
    She watched him close his eyes and lean his head back as she slowly jacked him off, moving her hand rhythmically up and down. He swallowed hard before he answered, and she thrilled at the uncertainty and fear in his voice. “Tonight, I’m going to be your coin-operated fuck toy.”
    She trembled a little when she heard the words, and felt a hot flush creep up from her chest into her face. There was a watch in her hand, and she fiddled with it while he stood silently. She wrapped the band of the watch around the base of his cock, cinched it tight. “This is your timer, fuck toy. Every three minutes, it’ll start vibrating. That vibrating means you stop fucking. When I push the snooze button, it’ll
stop vibrating, and you start fucking again. I’ll give you a quarter each time, since you’re a coin-operated fuck toy.”
    Standing up, she showed him the ball gag first. Licking it lewdly, she ran her tongue around both sides, letting it shine with her spit. She sucked it into her mouth, then pulled it out by the straps and watched his eyes widen at the pop when it slid past her lips. “Fuck toys don’t speak.” He opened his mouth wide, and she slipped the red rubber sphere in and tightened the buckle. The look of his jaw, so distended and unnatural, the straps making a harsh line around his face, made her thighs tremble.
    â€œFuck toys don’t see.” She wrapped the blindfold around his head, covering his eyes.
    â€œFuck toys don’t have hands.” She could feel the reluctance in his arms as she pulled them behind his back, and rubbed herself on his leg. Even through her clothing the friction made her moan as she ground hot pussy into his thigh, and she barely forced herself to stop when the resistance went out of his arms. The handcuffs clicked around his wrists, and she got out the last item, a simple pair of earplugs.
    â€œRemember, toy, the vibration starts, you stop. I won’t tell you again, and it wouldn’t do any good anyway. Because fuck toys don’t hear. A fuck toy just fucks.” She ran her tongue along his earlobe and giggled at the moan that escaped the ball gag. The earplugs slid in, and she slowly took her clothes off. Blind, deaf and dumb, his hands taken away, she watched him stand there, waiting for her to turn him on.
    A roll of quarters became an untidy silver circle on the bed stand. She licked her lips in anticipation and felt her nipples tighten. He stood over her seat on the edge of the bed, and she found the button
that started the watch. He jumped when it started; the vibrations from the watch were strong, traveling down his cock, into his balls, and back into his body clear to the base of his spine. Her hand pulled his hardness into her, and she flicked a quarter at him that bounced off his chest.
    Her fingers found the snooze button on the watch, and she lay back as the vibrations stopped and he started fucking her. She closed her eyes, let her hands wander to her breasts, and enjoyed the sensation as he blindly thrust forward, pulled back, and thrust forward again.
    She felt her passion building, felt his thrusts growing more frantic and uncontrolled, until the vibrations from the watch alarm traveled down his cock and into her. He shuddered to a halt, and she slipped away, watching him shake and fight to keep his hips from thrusting his cock into the open air in a desperate search for stimulation.
    Her hand wandered down to her clit, and she rubbed herself gently,