Expiration Date

by Pan.

2:

Her eyes lighting up in inspiration, Stella quickly threw on some clothes and made her way to the store.

“I want another Mega-Lover,” she panted as she approached the counter, but it was a different salesperson this time. A man, tall and thin, with curly red hair.

“A what?” he asked.

“A Mega-Lover 556! I need another one!” she insisted.

The guy stared at her blankly, and Stella’s feeling of panic increased.

“What’s that?” he finally asked, and it was all the young woman could do not to scream.

“The toy I bought! I need another one! It’s the eighteenth, the date on the box…you need to give me another one!”

“You buy it from here?” he asked laconically. Stella really didn’t feel like he was appreciating the weight of the situation.

“Yes I bought it from here!” she snapped. “From the woman with the…with the…”

Stella trailed off, trying to remember a single distinguishing feature about the woman at the register the last time she was here. She couldn’t remember. The only thing she could remember was that she’d been attractive, and that she’d recommended the toy, and that the toy had been incredible.

God, the toy had been incredible.

The man tapped at the computer for a few moments, before turning the monitor to face Stella.

“No such thing,” he said, his eyes flitting down to her body. For the first time, Stella realized what she’d thrown on as she left the house; a skimpy red tank top and a pair of tight shorts that she’d bought on a whim. It was the kind of outfit that she’d normally never leave the house in, but she’d been in such a rush…

If she’d been in such a rush, why had she grabbed the shorts from the back of her wardrobe?

That didn’t matter. What mattered was getting her hands on the toy.

The screen confirmed what the man was saying; there was no Mega-Lover 556 in their system. No Mega-Lover products at all. And no records of anything with a 556 product number.

Stella’s stomach clenched. She just wanted the toy back, to feel that pleasure once more.

For the next three hours, Stella drove from sex store to sex store. None of them had any any record of the toy. Her descriptions didn’t help; they advised her to check the web, or try another store. But it was like the Mega-Lover 556 had never existed in the first place.

It had been the greatest purchase Stella had ever made. It had given her so much pleasure, and now she didn’t know what to do. The thought of never having that again made her feel weak.

It was after midnight when she went to the last store within driving distance. Like the others, they didn’t have the Mega-Lover 556…

…but they did have plenty of other toys.

“What’s your best dildo?” Stella asked.

“Depends on what you like,” said the salesperson. She was around the same age as Stella’s mom, but there was something in her eyes that made her feel much older.

Stella blushed at the question.

“What do you like?” she asked impulsively. The older woman raised her eyebrows, but – clearly used to the kind of clientele a sex store attracts – went and found a long black toy.

“This one’s my favorite,” she said without smiling.

Stella nodded and grabbed it.

“Anything else?”

The dildo didn’t feel as good as the Mega-Lover had, but…would anything?

“What other brands are popular?”

When Stella left, her credit card was maxed out, and she was carrying more sex toys than she’d ever owned before in her life.

Her old toy had been magical; the new toys…well, she knew they couldn’t live up to it. But it was something. She didn’t need magic, she needed relief. She needed to feel pleasure, and if a bunch of ordinary dildos would give that to her, she’d use them.

When she got home, Stella tried toy after toy. Fat toys, skinny toys, toys that were girthy and long, tough toys, sissy toys, toys that were small and thin, toys with weird bumps, toys that vibrated…

She tested them with a German-like efficiency, desperately trying to find the one that could bring her what the Mega-Lover had. She tried everything; she’d position herself on all fours and fuck herself with the toy, or ride it, or lie on her back and open her legs for it…

But none of them gave her what she needed.

Not only did none of them compare to the Mega-Lover, she wasn’t even able to bring herself to orgasm using them. It was like the toy had spoiled her. Now, the other toys didn’t even feel good, they didn’t even feel normal. They felt flacid and weak, completely lacking the power to make Stella scream in ecstasy.

And as she tried them, the Mega-Lover 556 was sitting on the table, watching.

After she’d tried all the new toys, Stella fell into a dreamless, unsatisfying sleep. She woke up in the early afternoon, still horny, still deeply unsatisfied.

She didn’t know what to do. It was as if the Mega-Lover had taken a piece of her soul. The idea that she might never have another orgasm as good as the ones it had given her, well, she could barely think about it.

The idea that she might never have another orgasm at all…

“What did you do to me?” she asked the Mega-Lover, laying limply on the table.

Unsurprisingly, it didn’t respond.

It had expired.

Stella threw open her wardrobe. She was desperate now, and if she couldn’t have her Mega-Lover, then she’d have the next best thing. The outfit she’d worn last night had been revealing; the one Stella donned that afternoon was scandalous. She was wearing a tight black mini skirt with a button-up shirt, cut so low that it would have been unthinkable in normal circumstances.

She knew what she was doing. She knew that men would stare, that she’d turn heads. She needed that.

She needed the attention.

She needed to get fucked.

Even though it was only the afternoon, it only took Stella half an hour to find someone in a local bar who was more than willing to give it to her. He wasn’t her type…he wasn’t anyone’s type. She couldn’t even bring herself to kiss him.

But as soon as he was in her, she was groaning and rocking her hips back into him, desperate for the release that she knew he could provide. He may have been disgusting, he may have been twice her age…but he had a cock, and that was all she needed.

That was all she needed.

“Oh, god, yes!” she cried. The feeling of a real dick inside her…it wasn’t as good as her toy had been (would anything be?) but it was enough to bring her some relief. As the revolting man pounded into her in the bar’s dingy bathroom, she could feel her orgasm approaching.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” she moaned again as his hips pounded against hers. “Keep fucking me!”

She was delirious now, lost in the pleasure of his cock moving inside her.

“Keep fucking me!” she screamed. “Harder!”

He slammed into her harder, faster, harder still, his disgusting cock driving deep into her.

“Fucking do it!” she screamed, her words filling the small room. “I’m going to cum all over your cock! I’m going to cum for you!”

He kept slamming into her, pushing her further and further along until finally…

“I’m going to cum!” she cried out. “Cum with me! I’m going to cum with you!”

His cock erupted inside her, the hot semen spurting into her. The feeling was incredible. It was the greatest orgasm Stella had ever had. It was almost as good as the Mega-Lover 556 had been.

Almost.

“Thanks, love,” the man grunted, pulling out of her and unceremoniously pulling his pants back up. Stella was alone, dressed like a whore, a stranger’s cum dripping out of her in a filthy public restroom…

But she was satisfied. For the first time since she’d bought that toy, Stella was satisfied.