Vibrator

Rachel grabbed her trusty Hitachi vibrator and plugged it into the wall. It was a heavy duty piece of equipment, with enough power behind it to make an ordinary girl cum so hard she couldn't walk the next day. But Rachel was no ordinary girl, and she could take the intensity.

She stood in front of the window and plugged it in, holding the shaking wand up to her clit with a firm pressure. Immediate, immense pleasure wracked her body. Her eyes threatened to roll back, but she kept them train on the window down below. Penny still did her dishes, playing the part of housewife. Rachel smiled as she watched, focusing on the pleasure spasming through her body, focusing on the thought of having Penny, the innocent wife, at her mercy.

An orgasm wracked through her, starting with an intense pressure at her clit and then rocketing out in lightning bolts across her body. Rachel didn't care that she was standing in full view of the window, she didn't care that any onlooker in the street might spy her masturbatory practices.

She pressed the vibrator even harder to her clit, chasing another orgasm. The second one came in a bigger wave than the first, this time starting in her core and zapping to her clit in jagged, brutal spikes of white-hot pleasure. Rachel's knees buckled, almost giving out as she stared down at the subdued Penny.

One last orgasm chased the second, taking Rachel by surprise. This time, her knees really did give out, and Rachel was sent crashing to the floor in a heap of sweaty ecstasy. Still, the want didn't leave her clit, stimulating her to all new heights of perverse pleasure.

When, finally, Rachel pulled her hand away, she was drooling with the intensity of the moment.

Physically, it was everything she wanted, but something still left her not quite satisfied. She needed more. She needed John and Penny to subjugate themselves before her as playthings. She needed to own them.

Then, she'd be satisfied.