0 comments/ 71059 views/ 4 favorites The Toy By: InYo You'd had a wonderful evening out together with your wife. Dinner, dancing at a club, it was lots of fun. She had even dressed up for the occasion in a stunning red clinging sundress, showing off all her curves. It was a bit too short, but you didn't mind her flashing you throughout the night. The ride home was agonizing because your wife alternated lifting her dress so you watch while she stroked herself through her panties and reaching over and stroking you through your pants. You finally pull into the driveway, hop out and the two of you run into the house. You both litter the route to your bedroom with discarded clothing, and by the time you get there you are both naked. You run your hands over each other, enjoying each other's touch. It is hot in the room so your wife goes over and opens the patio door and screen completely, allowing the air to flow freely into the room. She then comes back to you, drops to her knees and gives you a long blowjob, stopping before you cum though. You in turn throw her onto the bed on all fours and mount her from behind, shoving your dick deep into her pussy. You've been at it for a few minutes when you hear your wife gasp and you look up to see a strange man just around the corner of the open patio door. You are shocked, especially when you see I have my pants open, cock out, and am masturbating watching the two of you have sex. Your wife quickly realizes I mean no harm, and grinds back against your prick. "Come on baby," she coos, "if he wants to watch, let him." And with that she closes her eyes and concentrates on impaling herself on you. You motion me to come in and sit on a chair at the end of the bed. When I do you tell me to get comfortable, so I strip naked, then recline in the chair and stroke my cock slowly as I watch. You concentrate on giving me a good show for a while, and when you look up you see I keep shifting my position, trying to look between both of your legs. "Want a better view?" I nod my head quickly, and then climb on the bed and lie down, then slide underneath your wife, head first, just as you instruct. From this position I can look up and watch you sliding into her from only a few inches away, your shaft slick with her juices, your nuts slapping between her thighs. I let out a soft moan, the lift my head up until I can reach her clit with my tongue. I lick it gently, and am rewarded by a squeal of delight from her. Taking my cue, I adjust myself to better please her. I end up with my head up high; my nose nuzzling your sack, while my lips and tongue lick and suck not only her enlarged pussy lips, but also your shaft as well as it slides past me. The squeal gets your attention, and when you realize what I'm doing to her you almost protest, until you feel my lips and breath on your shaft as well. You realize I am trying to please you both, so you decide not to be pissed. I keep playing with your balls with my nose, and you can feel my tongue trying to slip into her pussy along side your dick; the sensation is wild. When you adjust your position to speed up your pumping you realize that your almost sitting on my face, your balls on my forehead, my head rubbing against your thighs as you thrust. You hold onto one hip with one hand, and reach down and grab behind my head with the other; it's so kinky it makes you hotter than ever. In no time at all you cum, pumping load after load into her, so much in fact that it pours out, and I greedily lick every drop I can get. The position is good for her as well, and as you are climaxing she does as well, collapsing on top of me moaning loudly. As we lay there panting the door bell rings. You cuss, because you are expecting a delivery and this, despite the hour, must be it. You tell me to get off the bed, and I do, my unsatisfied cock rock hard in the air, and go sit on the chair again. Your wife lies there naked and stroking herself, smiling at you as you put on your housecoat and go sign for the package. It takes only a couple of minutes but it feels like an eternity. When you get back to the bedroom you are shocked to find your wife back on all fours, with me fucking her from behind! She's obviously enjoying it, and it doesn't seem forced. But needless to say, you're pissed. How dare I take advantage of your hospitality by fucking your wife! You almost run in and pound the crap out of me, but instead you quickly devise a better plan. After a few minutes you have all the items you need, so you walk into the room and approach the bed from the side. We look at you sheepishly, but you nonchalantly indicate for us to continue. You grab some thick firm pillows and pill them under your wife's belly so she is arched over them, and she smiles and thanks you. You nod and then move behind me, and over my shoulder you ask "Not bad buddy, but can you do it without your hands?" With that you reach around and grab my wrists, pull them behind me and tie them quickly with your robe's belt. I start to pull out of her, to move back and free myself, but you shove me forward, on top of and deep inside her. She moans loudly, trapped between me and the mound of pillows. You lean forward and whisper in my ear "You want to fuck? Then let's fuck." I feel you harden, your cock slipping between my thighs. I feel vulnerable, but also turned on by your closeness. I start to piston again, rhythmically sliding into her, she moans with enjoyment. You rub your body against my back and ass, your cock still wet with her juice leaving a trail up my legs. "Sounds like she's having fun being filled, don't you think?" You say. I nod my head in agreement. "What do you think about it?" you say, and with that you spread my ass cheeks with one hand and begin to slide a KY-lubed finger into my ass. I squirm, trying to stop you but I can't. You firmly but gently slide the finger up to the second knuckle inside my tight hole, and you instantly know that I'm a virgin. I start to protest, but my argument falls apart as you begin sliding in and out of me. Your wife looks up at us and coos "Oh, honey, what ever your doing to him keep it up... he's soooo hard now." I groan deeply, torn between the violation and the feeling you're giving me. I lean forward over her back, still pumping into her, but now your finger slides into me every time I push back. You push my legs apart wider, further pinning your wife with my off balance weight, but also making it difficult for me to fight. After a few minutes your finger is as far as it will go inside me, and as I relax with enjoyment you slide another finger in me. It takes awhile for me to adjust to the additional width, but eventually you are sliding in and out with relative ease. When you see I'm good and ready you pull out your fingers, causing me to whimper, and put the head of your condom-clad cock at my opening. I look back at you, my eyes wide with shock, as you slide into me, slowly and firmly. It takes awhile for you to get your whole length inside my ass, but when you're in you enjoy the tightness I provide. Your wife is moaning for me to start going again, and I slowly do. Now though I alternate between sliding into her going forward and penetrating my self on your cock moving back. It makes me go a lot slower, but neither of you seem to mind, as you are both moaning alternately depending which way I am moving. You reach forward and grab your wife's hips and lock your elbows; this allows a space between the two of you for me to move, but not get away. You then take over the thrusting, each thrust into my ass causing me to thrust into her pussy; it's almost like your fucking us both at the same time. It doesn't take long for her to begin to orgasm, and you can tell I am close too, so reach between us and grab my balls and give them a firm grip. I moan, and you warn me not to cum yet. I nod, and we both watch as your wife cums, thrashing around on her pillow mound, eventually thrusting hard back onto me, which in turn shoves you deep inside me. I cry out loudly, but don't cum. When she stops thrashing you pull me out of her, but not you out of me, and we stand at the bottom of the bed while she moves the pillows and sits on the bed in front of us. She tells us how hot that was for her, and how she never knew it could be like that. She smiles up at you, and tells you that she arranged the whole thing, and that I've agreed to be your toy for the rest of the night. You grin wildly, and I feel your cock twitch, still buried deep in my ass. You pull out slowly to the sound of my protests, and then pull the condom off and throw it in the garbage near by. You push me down so I am sitting on your wife's lap facing you; my hands tied I have no choice, you tell her to keep me aroused, so she slides one hand around and starts giving me a slow and agonizing hand job, while the other slides between us and she inserts two fingers in my well-fucked ass. I groan loud, lean my head back and open my mouth, so you promptly slide your cock into it. I'm startled but don't fight, instead begin to suck and lick your shaft. Looking down you can see me being tortured by your smiling wife, my eyes closed and hers full of lust. You let me suck you for a while, until you feel the orgasm building inside. You grab my head and fuck my face, glad to see I take you willingly and almost fully, still sucking and licking as you pump. Finally you can't take anymore, but first you pull out and aim at my face, and then fire jet after jet of creamy cum. I open my mouth and try to catch it all, but about half lands on my face; a highly erotic sight. Your wife laughs and says that you cumming on my face has pushed me to the edge, so you quickly drop to your knees between our thighs, and wrap your lips around the head of my twitching cock; you can still taste her cum on me. She beats me off quicker now, and you are rewarded as I send stream after stream of hot cum into your mouth. I groan out loudly and collapse against her. When you are finished milking my cock you stand up between our thighs, and look down at us. "Thanks for the present honey," you purr "want help me break him in ALL NIGHT?" She nods happily, and I groan; I know it's going to be a long night as I watch your cock begin to twitch again... The Toy Gently, he closed the door to the room behind him. They both stood there, unsure as to go about what they had agreed. He offered her the use of the bed, as he reached into his bag and bought out the package, the item that he had bought her. Slowly, he unwrapped the package, and soon out came the vibrator, he had just purchased in the local Anne Summers shop. She was a petite lady, slim and small breasted, but had a lovely pretty smile. She wore a summer dress, and now, as she stood in front of the window in the hotel, the dress was translucent, showing of her shapely legs, and a slight mound at the front. I passed her new toy, her first, and she smiled, nervously. “If you don’t want to go through with it, then I shall leave now if you like” She placed the object onto the bed, and slowly turned around, a full circle, before standing in front of me again. Slowly, sensuously, she slid a strap of her shoulder, and then the other one, and in a very erotic nature, she allowed her dress to slide onto the floor, revealing her small breasts, her nipples pert and upward looking. “You look lovely,” I stated, as she stood there, just in a plain thong. She climbed onto the bed, her hands caressing her small breasts, soft and pert. I sat down, into the chair, and watched her, allowing herself to work her self up, her hands playing with her body, touching, stroking. Occasionally she stroked her thong, but very briefly. Slowly, I undressed my self, whilst watching the preliminary show, hearing her starting to sigh, to moan, as she aroused her self. She stopped, and opened her eyes, looking more relaxed, more turned on at the prospect of the mutual show. She moved the pillows, beefing them up and making her self a little stage, before she laid back, legs parted, looking at me. “You first” she ordered. Slowly, I started to stroke my self, slowly, moving my foreskin on m y hard ness all the way back, and then all the way forward. Slowly I continued, taking my time, feeling her stare as I wanked my self. Soon, I saw her pick up the toy, and started to rub it against her breasts, and her mouth, leaving it switched off, but she used it well, and provocatively. Several minutes passed, and I could here her moan, above my gentle sighs, as her toy was allowed to go further a field, rubbing it against her thighs, her thong, and her breasts. My eyes had closed as I was stroking my self, imagining, when I heard the buzz from the other side of the room. She had switched on the vibrator, but was still using it against her outside, her thighs, her breasts, and against along her thong. She was teasing me, and she knew it, the little sexy devil. I continued to wank myself, with slow but power full strokes. She stopped, and for several minutes watched me closely, but I was oblivious as my mind was focused on her, imagining it was her nimble fingers peeling back my foreskin. Soon, the sound of the buzz could be heard, making be open my eyes. She smiled at me, before she pulled her thong to one side, and slowly started to slide it up side her, losing her vibrator virginity, after all these years. She moved it slowly, cautiously as she allowed it to enter her, to penetrate her, as she slowly allowed it to go deeper, her pussy muffling the sound. She stopped, just holding onto it by the base, as her face showed a multitude of expressions, of uncertainty, of pleasure, of arousal, of joy. Finally, she pulled it out, and then slowly pushed it back in, this time gasping loudly as she slid it home, quicker than before. She continued, pushing it in and out, her eyes were closed, her face full of concentration, as she used the vibrator for her pleasure, sliding it in and out. I automatically started to increase the pace of my strokes, stroking my foreskin up and down, hard and fast, as the sight before me was a dream. Her breathing became shallower, deeper, her moaning, her sighing intensified as she speeded up the movement of the vibrator, picking up speed. She cried out, long and hard, has an intense orgasm hit her body, her entire body quivering and shaking, cries of joy filling the room, as tears ran down her cheeks. With a final grunt, I came, sending shots of fresh cum into the air, feeling it land on my naked body, and on the chair. AS we both cam, there was another awkward silence. Slowly we both dressed, embarrassed. Finally we spoke, and before I opened the door, I lent forward, and kissed her deeply passionately, before saying my farewell. The Toy The electricity is so charged with anticipation and the tension only becomes thicker with a knock on the door. I invite HIM in. I am already getting wet thinking of what is to come. I take him by the hand and lead HIM to the bedroom. There is a moment of awkwardness. So I start to kiss HIS neck. I can smell HIS masculine scent and feel the ripple of HIS arm muscles and the tightness of HIS chest through HIS shirt. HE starts to kiss me back and my nipples grow hard as pebbles. HE then starts to kiss between my swollen breasts, but there is too much fabric between us, so HE rips off my shirt and attacks my large red nipples. In the corner of the room sits my husband quiet as a mouse but taking it all in as he rubs the mass between his legs through his boxer shorts. Seeing him like this made me even wetter. My pussy is dripping wet. HE then starts to lick HIS way down over my stomach to the top of my jeans. As HE licks He palms and grabs my pussy and I can feel my lips swell and my clit harden with need. HE licks a little further down with the release of each button until my pants are unbuttoned and HE slowly works them off of me. HE grabs me again and HE can eel the wetness of me through my panties and hastily removes them. HE lowers me onto the bed and gently spreads my legs. Then HE parts the satin folds beneath the trimmed mound of curls and starts to lap at my engorged clit. I can feel his tongue in me gently in and out of my soft wet pussy This is pure torture. I throw my head back and I can see my husband gently stroking his cock. I know he doesn't want to cum until we are all ready. HE is rubbing and sucking on my tender pink flesh until I am almost in a frenzy. Then HE puts two fingers inside of me and slowly fucks me. Out of pure need I start to rub my clit while HIS tongue and fingers still assault me. HE keeps going until I can stand it no longer. " I want your cock inside me! I moan. HE removes his pants and out springs HIS rock. I feel the need to touch it, rub it and it feels so good in my hand that I must taste it. The tip is salty with HIS pre cum and I take his whole length into my hot wet mouth. As I go up and down on HIS cock I can smell the maleness of HIM and it is intoxicating. I keep sucking until I can tell HE is about to explode but I am not ready for that yet. I want a piece of HIM. I grab HIS tight ass and tell HIM "fuck me!" Just then my husband speaks up " I want her to ride you. She is so sexy when she cums and I want to watch her cum on you." HE lies down on the bed and I straddle HIM. Slowly I lower myself with a slight gasp as His shaft penetrates my opening and I take HIM inside of me. I lean forward so that HE can take my nipples into HIS mouth. HE starts to suckle on them and I start to move my hips up and down on HIM. It feels so good having HIM inside of me and I ride HIM until I can feel myself getting closer. I sit up on HIM and arch my back to get HIM deeper within me. I grab a hold of HIS chest and ride HIM as hard as I can until at last the peak comes and I shower my sweet sex down on HIM. I can feel it squirt and drip down my thighs onto the sheets. I reach behind me and cup HIS balls. I pant to my husband who is watching very intently. "I came so hard it is dripping down HIS balls." I know that he loves to watch me cum. "I need to cum again!" I moan. This time my husband walks over and sits on the bed so he can see us better. I start my dance again slowly at first then faster and faster. I can feel HIS cock deeper and deeper within me. My husband grabs my breast squeezes my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. This sends a bolt of lightning straight to my pussy. I start riding HIM even harder and faster. Grinding and grinding until at last the gates open and I cum again leaving a pool of my juices on HIS stomach. I know HE is enjoying it too and trying not to cum when my pussy tightens and floods down on HIM. My husband lifts me off of HIM and thrusts me on his own hard cock. It feels so good and he is so hard. You are so wet!" He gasps as I start to move over him. "Now I want you to cum on me!" Up on my knees I take him in and out of me. Slowly at first then going faster with each thrust. I could feel his hardness so deep inside me. I had to keep riding it and I had to cum. Deeper and deeper, harder and harder until a wave of pleasure flowed through me. Throwing my head back I rained down on him the juices of my swollen pulsing pussy. The whole time I am riding my husband I have HIS cock in my hand keeping HIM hard as a rock too. My husband want to cum too "I want you on your knees!" he tells me. Keeping a hold of HIS cock as I rub and lick on it my husband enters my pussy from behind. He is so deep inside of me and it hurts so good. With my husband behind my and HIM in fornt of me I take all of HIM into my mouth and start sucking HIS cock that still has the sweet taste of my pussy on it. MY husband starts fucking me harder and harder. I can't keep HIS cock in my mouth , all I can do is stroke it and lap at it as my husband rocks me back and forth. HE is pushing harder and harder and I am rubbing HIM harder and harder. Until at last my husband explodes inside of me pushing his cock deeper as he spasms with pleasure. I can feel the warmth throughout my pussy. He cums so much that I cannot hold it all inside of me and it drips my thighs and his balls. Then turning my attention to HIS long hard shaft I start to suck it with all my might. I can feel it getting harder and harder as my lips and tongue close around it. With a jerk of his whole body HE pours HIS hot cum in my mouth. I try to take it all in but HE has been so hard for so long that HIS release is so great. So with cum on my legs, chin and the bed we all collapse in sheer exhaustion. I kiss my husbands chest as I still have a hold of HIS semi-hard cock and say, "Thanks, I like my new toy." The Toy I bought a new toy on a whim. I was looking at a toy site and it looked interesting. It vibrated which was something I wanted. When the package came with my other goodies, I was surprised to put my eyes on this toy cock. It didn't look that thick in the picture. Will be too much to ever take, I think and set it aside. Months pass and on a quiet Sunday afternoon, you pop into my mind. The way you tease me for days before you come over, the foreplay, the anticipation, and the way you fuck me. I can feel your hands on me and desire wells up in me. I want you so badly I can barely stand it and I end up getting out this toy to feel the vibrator. Not really sure why it popped into my mind since I put it up months ago. Thinking of you that afternoon, I fuck myself good with that toy. This is the one I thought would be way too big and it was wonderful. I put this toy up again. Another month passes; you and I are alone on my bed. I am fully dressed and you are naked lying in the center of my bed. Your nice hard cock feels wonderful as I enjoy every inch of it inside my mouth. You look down at me, as I suck you and tell me how you know I love to please you that way. Your hands are on my head, fucking my mouth with your hard dick. I enjoy hearing you moan and feeling your cock throb in my mouth. I slip off my shirt and then my bra, allowing my hard nipples to rub across your legs and balls as my mouth engulfs your erection. You cum for me, deep in my throat and I let just a little of it seep from my mouth. I swallow eagerly and honestly only become hornier for you at this time. The toy, the big one from the web site that was put away comes to mind. I get up and undress as I gaze at your still hard erection. It amazes me how you remain hard after you cum. I climb back onto the bed and bring along the toy. I swing one leg over your body and position myself so you can turn on your side and look right at my pussy. I slowly slide the toy in my pussy and it does so quite easily because I am soaking wet. I begin to fuck my pussy for you and can feel your eyes on my every move. I cum quickly, so turned on by sucking you and looking at your naked body. Just hearing your voice makes me want you; the sight of you sends shivers across my body. I do what you have taught me and force myself to keep fucking my pussy with the toy as I cum. Another orgasm follows quickly behind the first because of this. I cum about three times before you reach up and slide your fingers on my hard, wet clit. I can hear your moans and words of encouragement as I continue. The feel of your hand sends me over the edge yet again. My pussy is so wet that the sound of it fills the room. I start to slow down my strokes and you slide your hand in my place on the toy. You are so amazing when you fuck me with a toy. You know when to stroke deep and when to stroke shallow. You know when to fuck me slowly and when to take me hard and fast. This has always amazed me. You watch my pussy ask for something and then deliver it even better then I could have ever imagined. After I have cum practically a dozen times, you take me to the edge of an intense orgasm and leave me there for a few minutes. This leads the impending orgasm to build even more. You take it then, take my pussy across the line and deliver the most intense orgasm, one that practically makes me scream in pleasure. My legs quiver, my body shakes and I instinctively try to pull away but you hold me there. Your strong arms wrapped around me hold me there and continue to please me with the toy. I am sure there is no way I can cum again after that intense orgasm but you read me so well. It doesn't take long before I am cumming again. The desire a crossed my body is amazing as you focus on my pleasure. I reach down to feel your cock, extremely hard in my hand. It is covered in pre-cum and I love the feel of it slippery against me. You so much enjoy pleasing a woman and your body shows it. I am sure that I am done, that my body will not allow any more when you lean down and slide your warm tongue across my clit. The toy is still inside my pussy and your tongue is against my body. As I cum, I know that you can feel my clit throb against your tongue. You play with my clit a little longer as if to prove that you can make me cum at least half a dozen times more than I thought I could. You movement slows down and I begin to catch my breath. My head is back; my eyes are closed as I attempt to regain composure. I feel something though on the bed that gets my attention. I open my eyes and look at you, to see your head thrown back and your nice strong hand moving up and down your hard cock. Oh, how I love to see you stroke. You are so turned on from fucking me with that toy and I can see that in your movement. I barely have time to move closer before you start to cum for me. You cum from the stroke of your own hand with me watching and begging for you to let me have it. "WOW ~ was that hot ~" is what you say to me once you catch your breath. You are not kidding is the only thing that crosses my mind. You certainly are not kidding!! C K & L The Toy Climbing the round steps of the inner stairwell of the down town library, I can feel the lights laying heat along my arm, I can feel the circulated air moving by, but the sounds are what get me. The sounds of the people on the various floors flowing through doors and open arches to echo up the stairs along with me. The gently clicking of the toy that rests inside of me, helping to strengthen my keagal muscles as I go about my day. The squelching of the wet soles of my shoes on the hard stone of the steps seamed to be the loudest as I climbed and for some reason I felt embarrassed by each step up. That is the one thing about this library I don't like; the need for silence. One could cough and ten heads will turn to look at you as if you had just murdered a dog in their presence. Walking through doors on the second landing for the Non-Fiction department I maneuver through the bodies that walk through and past this door all day. This is the main computer floor and this is why I am here. My only reason, as I live in the neighbor city and can not get a library card here. The machine on the other side of a row of computers that takes my money and gives me a 'Day Card' spits back my dollar in disgust. Flipping the dollar over I try again and receive my prize. A ticket to an hour on the Internet highway and the means to connect with my friends and the world outside my hell here in the Willamette Valley of the state of Oregon. Don't get me wrong, I actually do hold some tenderness for 'The Beaver State', but the valley is wet and one of the top producers of grass seed in the nation and I'm allergic to grass, pollen, mold and mildew, everything that makes breathing here miserable. I make my reservation for a computer quickly and then look for my nickname on the screen that tells us who is lucky enough to receive their allotted time. I'm ninth on the list of hopefuls, given the time on the clock and my history waiting here, I've got enough time to get out my book and read a chapter or two before my time is up. Sitting in a near by chair I pull my notebook out and open to the next chapter of the story I've been reading. I adjust my seat and close my eyes as the toy moves and bends with my body. It sends chills up my spine and through every sensitive spot under my skin. Filled with religion, politics and sex, my own father's erotic story is a great read and as I read about Marcia and her training for her place in the 'Kingdom' I find myself squeezing my legs slightly and resting my head on my raised hand, my elbow balancing on the arm chair, trying to seam calm and unmoved. I have a hard time of it as the combination of Marcia's fingers playing havoc in Laura's dripping pussy and my toy in mine are making it hard for me to feel calm at all. Twenty hard minutes later when I look up I see the screen renew its self and this time there is a computer number next to my name. Computer number twelve, my favorite, cause its in the corner of the small computer lab and no one can look over my shoulder with out my knowledge. Sitting down, the impact of my body with the chair jogs the toy slightly once again reminding me of its presence. I log in and pull up the browser to loose myself in my emails and messages on myspace. An email from my friend 'Simon' raises my eyebrows as pictures of a certain part of him upload on my screen. Wiggling slightly, making the toy move inside of me, my mind replaces the feel of the toy with the feel of a hard cock and I have to close my eyes again and breathe deeply to calm my body. I glance at my neighbor sitting far to close to my mind, she has headphones on her ears and doesn't seem to pay me any mind I type in my next two adult personals pages, one specifically for the more adventurous side of sex and relationships and the other for finding a partner for tonight, and maybe tomorrow as well. Pictures of men whose dominate personalities seem to show through their eyes and the way they stand fill my head with bad ideas but what really gets me is the message from a new guy on the second site. His profile says he is taller then me –I sigh-, he is older –I sigh again- and he actually likes to talk between bouts of sex. He claims to be slightly geeky and claims to want to know how I tick. My eyes go wide at the image in my head. What is hotter then a guy who can have sex multiple times and still want to talk to a girl, to get to know her, I'm not sure, but if someone figures it out I'd like to know. By the time I'm off the computer, heading back down the stairs to the main floor and out the doors I'm so turned on that the toy inside of me needs to be removed before I can hide my reaction to it and end up orgasiming then and there in the lobby of the library. I try not to let it show on my face and I hope to god that some how I am not showing how my body is reacting to things I've read on Lit and the images of that six foot guy in my bed. About ready to bite my knuckle, curled up in the chair on the bus, the 'cute guy' I've seen several times on my bus route sits in front of me and I nearly groan out loud at the timing. I can feel my bodies reaction in the way it tightens around the soft teal green plastic, my bodies juices soaking my black cotton underwear and the way the nipples of my large breasts have gone rock hard pressing against and showing through my black bra and black Oregon Ducks t-shirt. Watching desperately for my stop I keep my eyes closed and my face calm, not allowing a single whimper to escape my throat, even though it seems clogged with them. I pull the cord as my stop nears and jump up to stand by the rear door. Shifting my weight from one foot to next I'm well aware that I appear to either be in a great hurry or that I have to use the restroom. As I step down I see out of the corner of my eye that 'Cute Guy' is watching me walk down to the sidewalk. I make a left face on the side walk so crisp and neat as to make a solider in formation look sloppy as I walk briskly for home. The worst part of the walk across one small field, a street, up my drive way, up the porch step and through the door of my empty house is that I cant find any way to walk with out the evil toy inside of me from moving, bending, clinking and otherwise driving me wild. By the time I make it down the hallway and to my bedroom, I just know if it wernt for my clothing I'd have juices running down my leg. My body is burning and though I wish I had time to remove every scrap of clothing to feel the cool air in the house on my skin, I unfasten my black Capri shorts, and lay back across the foot of my bed. My body softly jumps on the blankets from my fingertips skimming over my lower lips, sliding through, and nudging my clit before pressing over my waiting entrance. The pressure forces my toy to move deeper only a centimeter but the heat that had been growing in my body spreads like forest fire through my veins and limbs. As the fingers on my right hand seek out the string attached to the keagal balls, my left slides under my shirt to my breasts, plucking at my pink hardened nipples. My eyes widen as I pull the toy past my entrance, and closing again as I push it back. My mind first pictures the guy from the bus, but as I grind my teeth in frustration, looking for a release that doesn't seem to want to come, I picture the six footer from the adult personals site and my body arches on the bed. His boy over mine, his tongue and teeth on my breasts, his fingers replacing mine, and I can feel my body so close as to tease me. My thumb reaches up and flicks over my clit as I push the toy back as far as it will go into my passage causing every nerve ending in me to vibrate as I cum on my own hand. Soaking a spot beneath my ass, my body twitches gently from my release. Pulling my toy out and sitting up gently, I sigh. I should be calm again, I should be done, my mind should be clear to concentrate on other things but for some reason that guy is still in my head. Even knowing that I most likely will never meet him in person, my body vibrates so softly it's a low hum of need. I stand to take the toy to the bathroom, rinsing it off, smiling as I look down at it, knowing that I'm never taking it back to library again. The Toy I sincerely would like feedback, good, bad or indifferent. Don't be shy. If you have ideas for other stories, on this genre or another similiar one, let me know. I'm not an english major or a writer, I'm an accountant, so forgive me for not being the next great literary genius =) -------------------------------------------- I adore my Goddess. We have been together for what seems like Eternity, and it's been blissfully wonderful. She understands every facet of my kinky mind, and relishes in pushing every limit I have further and further with every day. Today was no different. I woke up very stiff. I couldn't move a muscle. This wasn't because I am horribly out of shape, nor because I slept in a funny position. It was simply because my Goddess snuck in early and tied my wrists and ankles to the bed. She pulled my limbs out as far as they could go, and tied them as securely as she could. She then perched her delightfully gorgeous self on the edge of the bed and waited until I woke up. I don't know if she sat there for minutes or hours, but I am so glad she did. "Good morning, Toy", her sensually sexy voice said. "I have much in store for you today. I do hope you are well rested." Her beautiful lips arched in a seductive smile as she watched me struggle against the bonds she put me in. "Don't bother Toy, I made sure you were my captive audience. And you'll need your strength." My cock was hard already. I didn't know what she had in store, nor had she even touched my body, but I was aroused beyond measure. Her aura was usually enough to excite me, but I knew something amazing was coming, and that had me even more on edge. Her perfectly manicured finger tapped the tip of my cock, and pulled back a string of my pre cum. "You seem very aroused for a man who's about to be left tied to his bed, alone, all day" she giggled. I moaned disappointedly, and she laughed so loud, her beautiful breasts jiggled in her low-cropped top. "Don't fret my Toy, I assure you today will push you to the brink until you cry for mercy." With that someone walked in the room. Instinctively I tried to cover my naked self, and was reminded that I was incapacitated. My goddess grabbed my hard prick and began to stroke it. Her hypnotizing voice began to explain what was happening to me. "This is Jen. She's a friend of mine for years and she knows everything about me. Oh, and about you. And yes my little piece of shit, I mean everything. How you beg to lick my soles and suck my toes, whether I just came home from work, or just hopped out of the shower. How your tiny dick twitches and drips pre cum each time I slap it, or kick those peas you call balls. And she certainly knows all about your lust, no, your NEED for humiliation. She sympathizes with you, as she is also a very high powered professional. She understands how your submission and the humiliation allows you release from your day-to-day pressure. Unlike you, however, she takes out her stress similar to how I take out mine, abusing men. I've decided to let her use you as her stress-ball for the day. Or, maybe longer." My mind reeled. Never had I been given to another woman. My Goddess and I had only played with each other for our entire relationship. This was so foreign. And suddenly she spoke. Her voice was gruff, and reminded me of Melissa Etheridge when she growls "Roccccccccccccccccck you" in one of her songs. "My god, his dick is fucking puny. You said he was average, but honey if that's average for you, then I need to introduce you to my husband." She walked over to the bed and sat next to my Goddess. She was a very nice looking woman, with beautiful skin and striking blue eyes which were offset by her naturally red lips. Her hand was cold as it replaced my Goddesses, but that didn't affect my erection at all. She quickly began to squeeze my dick harder and harder as she talked with Goddess as if I wasn't there. "Do you mind if I try to break him? I really haven't been allowed to hurt a man with no mercy and I would love it." she asked. "Be my guest", my Goddess said. "I adore this man for many reasons, one of which is threshold for pain is astronomical. I have yet to make a dent in his balls, and God knows I've tried. Maybe you can." Jen's hand had virtually become a fist by this point. The head of my dick was cherry red with the blood she had pushed out of the shaft and up. It felt as though my cock head would pop off and sail into the air and my legs began to shake. "Toy, ask nicely for Jen to become your key-holder today. She knows all about us, including how I haven't let you cum in weeks. And I think it's only right that she take control of you for the day." My head was swimming, a mixture of the obscene pain, the perverse pleasure, and the changes. However, I quickly stammered out "Please Queen Jen, take complete control over me, and become the Woman who holds my Key." Immediately she removed her hand from my cock, which throbbed painfully as the blood began to course through it and she moved her face close to mine. Her perfume was a musky scent and her breath as sweet as sugar, as she whispered "I will push you well beyond where my good friend ever has. She adores you as her Toy, where as I have nothing but a desire to hurt, humiliate and debase you. I do hope you understand what you just gave me." And with that, the two of them left the room. Seconds seemed like minutes as each beat of my heart resonated in my hard cock. The tip was glistening with pre cum, and my already swollen balls hurt more today than they have in the past two weeks of teasing my Goddess had given me. After an eternity, they both came back in the room. My sweet Goddess and her friend Jen were now completely naked, and they both smiled as my surprise and arousal escaped my lips as a tremendous gasp. My Goddess laid on the bed, her feet resting on my chest below my chin, her delicious soles staring me in the face. Jen stood behind her and began to run her hands over my Goddesses silky skin. "She tells me you're a little foot puppy. That you beg her constantly to worship her feet. At first I thought it was disgusting that you would lick her soles after she walked barefoot all day, but then I realized it was just your pure adoration and submission to her. Then I got a bit jealous to hear that you would suck her toes and lick her soles after work, because that just sounds so relaxing. And I also admit that my pussy got a bit wet thinking of having a little toy at my feet, rubbing, licking and sucking them for hours while I did something fun, like sucking my husbands very large prick. So I decided to see what a foot toy like you is all about." I craned my neck forward to glean a taste of those delightful soles. My Goddess had obviously showered and her perfect flesh had the soft scent of her soap, and the lotion she uses. My tongue snaked out and traveled the length of her sole, and she moaned. I looked up and realized that perhaps my Goddess wasn't moaning because of my tongue on her feet, but because her sexy friend Jen had been playing with her hard nipples and had moved her hands between my Goddess' legs. At first I just thought Jen's delightfully sexy hand were alone at Goddesses pussy, but then I saw the toy. It filled Jen's hand and when she pulled it all the way out, I stopped my foot worship, paralyzed. Goddess must have grumbled as Jen turned to me and said "Don't stop pimple dick" as she slapped my face with her open hand. My tongue began bathing my Goddess's delightful soles as I watched intently as Jen began to fuck her with the dildo. It was at least 9 inches long and was so thick Jen's hand couldn't close around it. Barely a quarter of the toy was inside of Goddesses tight pussy, and already she was moaning like I had never heard. Jen turned to me and said "It dwarfs you boy. Good thing that tongue is nice and long, because after this she'll never want to touch that think you piss with." I was momentarily crushed, my hard dick deflating as I realized this wasn't the normal role play I had with my Goddess, but she was quite serious. The toy would give my Goddess pleasure I never could. However, my prick surged again as I realized my Goddess was being pleased beyond measure and I was at least allowed to participate by adoring her feet. Jen took Goddesses hands and put them around the toy, and they quickly became a blur as she pistoned the fake cock into her. It was glistening with her sweet juices, and her body was shuddering with an orgasm. Jen's hand encircled my dick and began to stroke in time with my Goddess's self-fucking. "I will say one thing, if you cum I will break your balls. And I don't mean hurt them, I mean break them. So please, for your sake, don't." Her hand was stroking my cock as fast as could be right now, her fist pummeling my nuts on each downstroke sending waves of pain through my body that offset any pleasure. I had to concentrate on not cumming and again stopped licking my Goddesses feet. This obviously pissed her off, and she pulled the giant cock out of herself and smacked me across the face with it. "Lick my feet you worthless fuck" and she hit me again right on the lips. Her sticky sweet juice coated my lips, and both of my tormentors laughed as I hungrily licked it off. "Make him clean the dildo if he wants to taste you so badly" Jen said. and with that my mouth was filled with the plastic toy. I greedily sucked my Queens sweet juices off, aroused and repulsed at the thought of something dick-like in my mouth. Goddess pulled it out of my face and inserted it back into her pussy, reaching yet another orgasm in seconds. "Maybe Paul should come over and fuck that tight pussy of yours, and your useless slave can clean his giant cock. After all, he seemed to like it." I began to protest as Goddess shoved her entire foot into my mouth as I did. "Go call Paul. I still cant believe his prick is bigger than this dildo." my Goddess moaned. Jen reached over to the phone and quickly dialed. "Come on over honey, the door is unlocked. Yes, I told you she'd want to fuck that meat-stick of yours baby. No, he isn't bigger, he's tiny. Yeah. No no baby, I would never fuck something as pathetic as him. Not yet, but I will. I will I said. I promise you can watch me bust his balls as you fuck his Mistress. Oh you sick mother fucker, just come over." My Goddess switched feet in my mouth and leaned back as I tongue bathed the tender toes. Jen's hand found it's way to my hard and pain filled cock and began stroking it again. Her beautiful face was inches from my tender cock-head, and she spoke into it like it was a microphone. Her hot breath sent shivers down my spine. "He's going to make her feel like a woman, puny-pud. He'll find the pussy in her you never knew existed. He's a master cocksman, and takes great pleasure in making woman admit their men never fucked like he does. And he gets off doing it while that man watches. He'll probably tell me to abuse you the entire time, and he'll cum deep inside of her as you whail in pain from my beatings." My cock flared up and my balls got tighter. I don't know if it was her sexy voice that vibrated through my sensitive cock, her perfect hands stroking me unrelentingly, or the thought of another man taking my Goddess while I watched and was abused. Jen must have noticed me about to cum and immediately stopped jerking my cock and instead balled her hand into a fist. It flew through the air at lightning speed and connect with my balls perfectly. I howled a soundless scream and my body convulsed in my bonds. My Goddess didn't seem phased as she pulled her tender toes from my mouth and placed her heel in it's place, and told me to "Lick it like you licked the cock that made me cum" My dick didn't know if it should stay rock hard as I adored the feet that I loved so, or droop lifeless from the blinding pain I was in. Jen decided to make the decision for me, as she punched my tender nuts yet again. My cock shrunk like never before, and this seemed to fuel her abuse on more. She began to flick my already bruised nuts with her red polished fingers, and delighted watching me jump with each assault. The sensory overload was so overwhelming, I failed to see him walk into the room. "Wow he is small huh baby doll." a man's voice boomed. Jen let go of my dick that she had been stretching out of the way to beat my nuts, and ran to hug her husband. They kissed a passionate embrace as my Goddess got up from the bed and began to undress him. Jen's tongue and his never stopped moving the entire time she removed his pants, and didn't skip a beat while she unbuttoned his shirt. However, Jen pulled away as Goddess's hands got into his boxers waist band and stood behind him. Her gruff voice hissed "Your girl is about to see what a dick is for the first time. Beg her to do it." "Please" I squeaked out "Please what, fuckhead" my Goddess spit back "Please take his underwear off" "Why, slave" she asked "To see his cock" I pleaded. My own dick began to throb again "Do better tiny-tot" Goddess said "To see your first real cock, to have a dick take care of you like I never could" I wailed. "With pleasure" she smiled as she began to slowly pull the boxers down. Inch by inch his limp dick was exposed, and Jen's face beamed with pride as Goddess's mouth opened wide, and the man just stood there triumphantly. Eventually the slow torture was over, and his seven-inch limp cock was fully exposed, inches from the face of the woman I worshipped intently. "Make it hard baby" Jen said. My Goddess grabbed onto the dick and moaned "With Pleasure." Jen walked over to me and undid the bonds and told me to stay put and watch as his cock grew steadily. Goddesses hand was slowly massaging it, in a way she never touched mine, savoring each inch as it grew. "It's 10 inches when hard and thick as my wrist, boy." Jen began. "She's never had anything that big, not even before you. I know, she told me. He's going to stretch her boy, you know that. She'll never feel you inside of her again." By now his prick was rock hard and stood straight out. Goddess was kneading is large balls with her left hand while her right hand slowly traveled the length of his pole. It was an agonizingly long trip in my opinion, and she took almost a quarter of a minute to go from the base to the tip. Her talented hand made the trip three times already, and she was breathing heavily by now. Jen pushed me halfway down the bed and begin to stroke me as she gave me instructions. "Don't move, for any reason. At all. If you do, not only will I make good on that broken ball promise, I may actually hurt you." Goddess's sweet tongue snaked out of her mouth and licked the tip of his cock, and I think her moan was louder than his as she enjoyed the taste of his man-dick as well as pre cum. He pulled her up and told her to lay on the bed. She straddled me, on all fours, and her perfectly shaved pussy was inches from my face. He climbed on the bed behind her, and I watched with a mixture of horror and excitement as the plumb-sized cockhead teased her pussy. "Beg for it" I heard Jen say as she pushed my cock up and grabbed one of my balls in her hand. Goddess began to say "Please fu" when Jen interrupted . "Not you baby, Him. Beg my hubby to fuck your woman right." and she began to squeeze my one ball to accentuate her point. My voice was weak, and I barely eeked out "Please Paul, fuck Goddess right with that mammoth cock. Make her sweet pussy cum like I never have". Jen's hand was relentless, even after I begged her man to please Goddess, and I sensed she wasn't pleased. "Please Paul", I begged even louder, "please take that awe inspiriting prick of yours and fuck my Goddess like a real man. Please allow me to watch her pussy get filled by a dick that dwarfs mine" He began trusting his hips slowly back and forth, his hard cock moving back and forth between her hot and puffy lips. His dick was only supported by it's own hardness and when he moved forward I trembled with fear as the weight made it bend slowly down towards my face. "Put it in her pussy for me, useless" Paul boomed. I was stunned and motionless, but Jen quickly brought me back to reality with another brutal squeeze of my ball. I feared she'd end up squishing it flat, leaving me with a new nickname like "Uniball" and I begged her to stop. "Put his prick in your woman and I'll stop" she said. I had never touched another man's cock, and the entire idea repulsed me. Yet I ached to make my Goddess feel right, and I could see her body trembling with excitement as she kneeled over me. Her pussy was dripping with her juice and I wanted nothing more than to make her happy. The pain in my balls mounted, my heart pounded, and I heard my Goddess's sexy voice say "If you ever want to worship me again, you will get me well fucked right now Toy". I couldn't stop myself, my hand grabbed his big cock, and I began to move it up into her waiting pussy. The heat of his dick was amazing, and I could feel it throb as the head spread my Goddesses pussy lips. I guided him into her as he began to take over, and I felt him thrust through my hand and impale her on his cock. Her gasps for air turned to constant moans, and her body's trembling turned to shaking as she began to cum. He hadn't even began to really fuck her, and she was orgasming more intensely than I had ever seen. "Fuck her baby, fuck her with your giant prick" Jen said. She had finally let go of my ball, and was stroking me in time with his fucking. The pain had subsided and she was really making me feel good. I hadn't cum in forever, and I was quickly approaching my own orgasm. My Goddess began to cum again, and Paul's fucking became even more powerful. The bed was shaking with each thrust, and I could hear the sloshing sounds of their combined juices as they fucked. I couldn't tell if seconds or minutes had passed, but Goddess had cum so much her sweet juices were now dripping onto my upturned face. It became difficult to hold back and I was begging Jen to stop. She instead pumped faster and faster, still in time with Paul's fucking. Goddess's head hung limp now, exhausted from cumming. Paul began to pant and was sure to cum. He began talking to Jen as he approached his orgasm. "DO it honey. Make him hurt. Make him hurt as I feel good cumming into her pussy. Please baby, do it. I wanna pump my cum deep into her womb while you make him MORE useless than he is." My mind reeled. Jen had already proven to be more sadistic than I had ever experienced. I don't think I could take MORE. Goddess moans turned to screams, and it was a constant howl as she came for the 5th time at least. Paul's pumping was faster, and then it happened. Jen's left hand encircled my balls in my nut sack, and pushed them taut against the skin. I tried to look down and see what she was doing, but Goddess's body had collapsed onto mine by now, and I couldn't see. Jen had picked up her shoe from the floor and began to pummel my trapped nuts with the sole. My screams of pain began to overwhelm the pleasure filled screams of my Goddess and I thought my balls would explode. Jen's beating was relentless and all I saw was the white light of pain. Paul let out a guttural grunt and pushed the entire length of his fat cock deep to Goddess. His balls emptied into Goddesses belly, jet after jet of cum filling her. Jen had let go of my nuts and was using the shoe to punish my entire groin, welts forming on my dick as she did. Paul's still hard cock slipped out of my Goddess and her entire body came down onto my face. Her pussy engulfed me, and the overwhelming smell of "fuck" filled my nostrils. Jen got up and took Paul by the cock and said "Come with me lover, I'm horny." and led him out of the house. Looking back into the room as they walked out of the door she yelled "Call me when you two get cleaned up, I have more ideas". The Toy The warm smell of coffee and baked goods and the low murmur of conversation fed my delusions of being a writer in the mold of Hemingway during his Parisian days. That, truth be known, is why I worked in a café. It may also have been why, despite the fact that my laptop was always up and running, I was as often as not scratching out ideas with a fine tip pen into a journal rather than typing. The sounds of silver clinking on china and cups wobbling on saucers were lacking, but otherwise my local Starbucks was at least a simulacrum of Hemingway's Pré aux Clercs. Of course, in Hemingway's day, two or more people would have sat down at a table and talked across it, but today, except for the baristas and the customers at the counter, no one was actually talking to anyone else on the premises. They were all talking to and texting with others, via cell phones and PDAs, who were miles away. I wrote the preceding diatribe for two reasons. First, I was sitting in just such a café outlining a story on my scratch pad when I saw the little pop-up box out of the corner of my eye that indicated that I had a new email. Said email was the starting point for this little tale. Second, it is useful for the reader to note that I am not precisely one who practices the wild and crazy lifestyle exhibited by many of my characters. Instead, I might best be described as bookish and cerebral, but with a mischievous streak and a borderline disturbing sense of humor. I was just a daydreamer with an overactive imagination who was trying to work the defects out of his writing. That is the necessary context for the events that followed. I checked my email, and there was an unusual message in my inbox. It read: "I loved your story entitled 'Stern Task Master'. I've been hoping to be taken by a master like the one you describe. I don't ever do this, but I was wondering if you knew of someone who was looking for a sub. I noticed in your profile that you are from Indianapolis too, and figured you might be in contact with others who follow the lifestyle. Do you have a sub? I'm sorry if this is too forward. As I said, I've never done anything like this before, but am desperate." The little devil in me began to type a reply. "I only consider subs who show some commitment. If you want to be considered, you need to get a shirt that has just six little letters and an apostrophe on it. You can make it or have it made, but it should say, simply, 'I'm A Toy.' It needs to be in big print so it can easily be read and should take up most of the front of the shirt. "Next, you need to go to the big mall downtown on Saturday for two hours from 3:00pm to 5:00pm. You need to walk all floors and go in at least twenty shops." I continued typing my directions. "Now if at any point during that two hours any adult approaches you and asks about, or comments on, the shirt, you are to recite the following poem: 'I'm a toy for fucking; For spanking and sucking; Oh, if you should take me; Just please do not break me; But bend me and breach me; And punish and teach me'" I then hit "Send", confident that this would be the last that I heard from this person. Two days later, it was on a Thursday, I got an email from the same address. By now I had almost forgotten about this person, and was certain that she had concluded that I was daft and moved on with her lives. Hopefully, she would not be too tormented by my sadistic humor. I figured she, like me and nearly everyone else, were just in it for the thrill. Who would go to a popular shopping mall in early December- right before Christmas- at one of the busiest shopping times of the week wearing a shirt proclaiming to the world that she was an amusement device? Particularly, who would do it if an inquiry by any adult, of either sex, would result in her having to recite an embarrassing dirty little rhyme? It was her hometown, and the probability of running into someone she knew in this medium-sized city could not be inconsequential. It was madness. And yet... When I opened the email there was a file attachment. It was a photo. The text of the email said simply: "Is this OK?" I opened the file to see it was a photograph of a white T-shirt laid out on a colorful stripped bedspread that had a simple declarative sentence on it. In bold black block letters arranged in three lines of one word each, it said: "I'm A Toy." Was she calling my bluff, or was she really planning on playing this out? I wondered. If it was a game of chicken, I couldn't very well swerve first. Against my better judgment, I wrote a response that said: "It's fine, just make sure you don't cover it up with another garment. Of course, you'll need to wear a skirt that is above the knee and no panties. I'll be watching you." A one word reply came almost immediately. "Understood." Saturday came soon enough, and it was a beautiful day. Azure skies streaked with high wispy white cirrus clouds were clear and vivid. The air was crisp. It was more like a mid-autumn day than winter. By December, Indiana winter weather could easily be freezing and snowy, and so this was a nice respite. I decided that I had to make a trip to the mall out of severe curiosity - though I really doubted the woman would have the nerve to go through with the entire exercise. After about an hour, at almost 4:00pm, I saw a woman ambling my way with a white shirt with black block letters that said "I'm A Toy." She had a green sweater on that was long in the back, but it did not close across the front and left the message unobstructed. She was a bosomy soccer-mom of about 40 years old. She had auburn hair worn shoulder length and styled in a comely manner. She was definitely prettier than I expected, and I found myself getting aroused as I watcher her. Not one to be put off by a few curves, I tried to imagine the pendulous orbs and round buns obscured by her clothes. At first I had an irrational fear that she would pick me right out of the crowd, but then I realized that she was trying to avoid eye-contact. It was, therefore, relatively easy to observe her without a risk of being observed. I was able to trail her for almost an hour. She did exactly as I requested walking the entire mall, and frequently going into stores. Despite seeming a little nervous, she did precisely as she had been told. In fact, I followed her around until about five minutes before 5:00pm arrived, and brought with it the end of her commitment to spend time in the mall. She had worked her way around such that she was getting closer to the parking deck as 5:00pm approached. The woman was in the home stretch when I tapped her on the shoulder and startled her. I hadn't planned on contacting her, but after seeing her, and the attendant arousal resulting from my strange attraction to busty red-headed motherly types, I couldn't help myself. "Sorry, I couldn't help but notice your shirt, what does that mean exactly?" Despite a tanned complexion with subdued freckles that made her hair coloring appear natural, I could see her face blush with an incredible quickness. I realized that I was being an ass, but couldn't quite help myself. I could have introduced myself so she would know I was the one who had given her the order and was thus in the know about her little poem, but, instead, I let her think I was a random stranger. "I...I'm" Her voice cracked a little as she started to speak. She spoke in a low tone, presumably to avoid being overheard. It was bad enough that she had to deliver the poem to one stranger, she certainly didn't want a group gathering for her little poetry recital. She took a deep breath, let it out, and started over. "I'm a toy for fucking, for spanking and sucking. If you take me, please don't break me. But bend me and breach me, and punish and teach me." She said it quickly though softly as if to get it over with. The meter was a little off, but I couldn't fault her for not getting the verse across. "Ah, it sounds like my lucky day. You're a pretty little toy." As I spoke, I stepped toward her, put my hand on her shoulder, and looked her in the eye -which she instinctively averted. "Do you like strange men to use you as a sex toy?" I asked. "Yes, I suppose." She replied anxiously. "You suppose? Don't you know? Shouldn't you know?" I found that her deferential nature emboldened me, and, what's more, I found I enjoyed being emboldened. "I'm sorry. I've never done this before, but I've wanted to." She said. "Why now?" I asked. "My need finally overwhelmed my fear." She replied, still not daring to look up. "What kind of vehicle do you have?" "A Dodge minivan." "Perfect. Take me to it." "Yes sir." I followed as she led the way. We left the clean, bright, and colorful environment of the shopping mall in favor of the dark, shadowy, and utilitarian space of the multi-level parking deck. As we walked through the deck on the floor on which she had parked her car, there were almost no vacant spaces. There was also a fair amount of traffic cruising slowly around systematically hunting for an open parking space. "Werp - Werp" The sound of the alarm chirped as she remotely unlocked the light metallic green mini-van. The vehicle had factory tinting on all the windows except the windshield, and it was facing a concrete wall. That was perfect. It would be dark enough to conceal activities inside the van as long as the interior light was off, but would lend the illusion of being out in the open. No one would be able to see the two of us in the van unless they shined a light in, but being able to see out would give the woman the feeling that prying eyes could see her. This would add a certain thrill to the process. Even if she knew on an intellectual level how unlikely it was that someone would see inside the car, there would still be a psychological feeling of exposure. The front windshield was not tinted, but it faced a cinderblock wall such that no one could see in, except in the unlikely event that they tried to squeeze through while walking in front of the van. It was not without risk of being seen, but even with the relatively high holiday season traffic it seemed fairly unlikely. Of course, if someone got into one of the cars on either side of the minivan, they might see movement through the window. We entered the van through the sliding side door. There was a bench seat behind the driver's seat. I sat on that seat immediately behind the open space between the driver and front passenger seats, and I bid the sexy auburn-haired woman to kneel on the floorboard in front of me. I brushed a stray lock of hair off the Toy's cheek. "You have some nice looking tits. Let me see them." I leaned back in the seat after stating my command. The Toy took her sweater off, and then pulled the "I'm A Toy" shirt off. She stripped slowly and methodically. She paused a moment kneeling in her D-cup bra with that tremendous cleavage. Then she reached around her back and unhooking the bra to release her heavy orbs. While the weather was relatively pleasant, it was still winter in Indiana. This meant that her nipples hardened almost immediately, and the skin of her areolas tightened up developing an inviting texture. I traced a finger over each of the areolas in turn, and, seemingly impossibly, they tightened up yet more still. "Are you nervous that someone might see you topless in here?" I asked. "A little." "Why? You've got nothing to be ashamed of. You've got outstanding tits." The Toy gave a wan smile, and flipped her hair back off her shoulder. I bent forward and popped one of her nipples into my mouth. She cooed lightly. "Do you like to suck cock?" I asked her. "Yes." "Are you good at it?" "I hope so. I want to be good at it, for you. I'll try hard, and I'm willing to learn to do it better." "Let's see?" She nodded and then reached forward to unbuckle my belt and unzip my trousers. I leaned back and raised my hips as necessary so she could pull my trousers down just a little to make access easier. She then eased my semi-erect member out the fly of my boxer shorts. Her hands were soft as she lightly stroked my cock toward an increasing state of erection. She then began to lick around the shaft and to kiss the head. This was pleasant, but then when she took my member into the warm softness of her mouth, the skin of my cock stretched to its utmost and darkened. She then began to bob her head taking in the first three or so inches of my cock into her mouth the pleasure hit a new level. She was right. She did try hard. "Are you ready to take a little more?" I asked, knowing that she would not be able to answer. But the general nodding of her head indicated in the affirmative. I reached under her hair caressing her cheek and around to the back of her neck with my right hand and put my left on the top of her head. I then pulled her head down further onto my member. I didn't face any resistance. I preceded to skull-fuck her vigorously. She gasped, gagged, sputtered, and drooled, but she kept at it without trying to pull away. I had had many pleasant blow jobs in my life, but had always felt the need to be quite polite and civil about the great gift I was receiving. Now, without such reservations, I was taking full advantage of her willingness to let me use her as I pleased. Her gagging and slurping noises were a sweet symphony to me. When I was on the cusp of blowing my load, I moved her face off my cock and shot a jagged stream of cum across her bangs, eyebrow, and cheek. I left the little dollop from my last spasm on her lower lip. "Well. That was pleasant. Do you have a garage?" I asked. "Excuse me... excuse me, master?" She amended her statement in response to my stern look, but, overall, looked perplexed. "I'm going to take the shirt as a souvenir, and was wonder if this would leave you walking from the street with nothing under that sweater but those glorious titties. If so, I think I would be doing a service to your neighborhood." With that, I gathered up the shirt and got ready to leave. That was enough for a first session. I left the woman wrapping the sweater tight across her front. Her ample mounds were straining to escape. I imagined her going home principally topless with her face bathed in my jizm, and smiled. The Toy was the best gift I ever got for Christmas, better than the bike when I was seven, and it is a gift that has kept on giving.