0 comments/ 101202 views/ 3 favorites Toy Story By: Buffffy I got home from the gym around 6 o'clock and flipped on the answering machine. You left a message that you'd have to work late, 7 maybe even 8. I let out a little pouty sigh. All day we had been sending raunchy emails and IMs and my pussy had been so swollen all day all I could think of was your cock buried in me. I looked at the clock, 6:04, sighed again and went to take a shower. I was hoping the warm water would ease some of the tension, but the water running over my nipples made it worse. I toweled off and went into the bedroom and put on my mint green nightie. My skin felt a little dry from the tanning booth earlier so I reached for the Italian olive oil lotion I love. I squeezed out a generous amount and smiled thinking how much it looked like cum, porno picture cum anyway, not too thick, milky. I started to rub it on my feet, up my calves, up my thighs. I was picturing it as cum and what that would do to you. My thighs were hot and my pussy ached again. I needed so bad to feel the relief of orgasm. I knew that you had purposely aroused me all day just for that purpose, but it would be another hour at least and I couldn't stand it. I reached over the side of the bed and grabbed my favorite vibrator and let it sing. I fought the orgasm, trying to make it as long as possible, and just as I started to shake and quiver and feel electricity in my toes, you grabbed it out of my hand. "You're such a fucking whore. If you don't have some guy's cock in your mouth or dick up your ass, you've got one of those fucking toys in you." You threw it down on the bed and pushed me down on my back. You unzipped your pants and shoved your cock up close to my mouth. "This is your favorite toy bitch. Understand?" I shook my head and tried to reach up to your cock, but you pushed me down. "No. You can't have it. You want toys. Get dressed. I'm gonna get you toys." I got up and dressed quickly and you nearly dragged me out of the apartment. We hopped in a cab and headed for 42nd street. There were plenty of sleazy stores there and you looked around for the sleaziest one. "Whores shop here. Go in." I walked into the store which was mostly filled with slimy old men and a couple of teenagers. I looked at you with half pleading eyes, but I could tell you were serious. "Where are the dildoes and ass toys?" you said in a real loud voice. The guy behind the counter pointed to the wall. You pulled me by the arm over to the shelves. You started to look at the boxes. "Battery operated orgasm balls. That sounds good." You threw them into a little hand held basket. "Ah definitely that big ass black cock. How long do you think that it? 12"?" It was a rhetorical question and you didn't expect me to answer. "Ah, mini-vibe with five speeds for your ass. That works. A double dildo. You can have a friend play too. Vibrating bullets. Assorted butt plugs. Two or three vibrating dildos of various sizes…" On and on. Into the basket they went. "Oh and definitely these remote control eggs and panties so I can flip the switch at will." You dragged me back to the counter and put the items out, loudly announcing each one. "She's a horny slut and can't get enough cock so I'm gonna have to stuff these up her when I'm not home." I couldn't even make eye contact with the man, but I could feel my panties clingy to me. I'd never finished the orgasm earlier and I was so hot and swollen. You paid the man and out we went to get another cab. I felt a wave of relief that we were going home. But I was wrong. In the cab you started to rifle through the bag. "No. No. Uh-uh. Ah, yes." You produced one of the remote vibrating eggs. "Spread your legs and pull those panties aside." The cab driver, a Paki guy, watched intently in the rear view mirror. You reached down and started to insert the egg. "You're awfully wet slut." And you jammed the egg inside. Back to the bag for more toys. "Ah that little butt plug looks good. Lean over my lap." I moved over your lap and you pulled the panty aside again. Smack. Smack. You hit my ass. Smack. "Cum whore slut. Now take this toy." You rubbed it on my pussy to get it lubricated and shoved it in my ass to the base. I let out a little cry. Smack. Smack. "You wanted toys bitch." The cab came to the address. It was a small dance club, packed to the rafters. The music was so loud you could feel it vibrate you. You pulled me inside, bag in hand. We went over to the bar and you ordered us drinks. "See that blonde guy over there. Go ask him to dance." I walked over and asked him and we started to dance. It was a Latin song and he started dancing close to me. It was one of those grinding dances. He turned me to him so that his cock was pressing my ass. He could feel the end of the butt plug and I felt him jerk. He started to rub his cock against me hard now, grinding to the music. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. You flipped the switch on the egg. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. You revved it up higher. I felt weak. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. The music was loud and his cock was grinding and the egg was vibrating furiously and you were sitting at the bar watching me. I leaned back into the blonde and rubbed him furiously and I came with a shudder. I could tell the guy lost it in his pants. The music stopped and I walked back to you. Your eyes were glazed over. I could see how hard you cock was. You flicked the switch and the buzzing stopped. "Not bad for a slut. But I want you to be a major slut. Go into the bathroom and take out that plug and put this bigger one in." You handed me the next size. I returned from the bathroom and you felt my ass to be sure I followed orders. You rummaged through the bag looking for new treats. You brought the black dildo to the top of the bag so I could see. You started moving your hand up and down it like you were jerking it off. I looked at you in panic. "Naw, I think we'll use this at home." I was waiting for you to tell me to go get some cock, but instead you said that I couldn't have any tonight. You pulled me by the hand once again to a cab. This time we did go home. When we got on the elevator, you hit the stop button. "Pull your panties off." I looked up at the security camera. "David?" "You wanna be a slut so what do you care?" I slipped off the panties. You took them and stuffed them in my mouth. "Suck your own cunt juices whore." You reached between my legs and removed the egg. You went into the bag again, this time producing the black dildo. "Fuck yourself with it. And make it good." I was so wet now that it slipped in easily, although it stretched me wide. I started to slide it in and out, faster as I got more into it. My breathing became labored and I was very close to cumming. Just then you reached over and pulled the butt plug out. I let out a scream. You reached over and pushed the button. The elevator started to move. There I was with a big black dildo and my panties in my mouth and the elevator was moving. Bing. The bell of our floor. The doors opened, but luckily no one was there. You yanked the dildo out and pushed me out the door. Once in the apartment you pulled the panties from my mouth and kissed me almost savagely. You shook the bag of toys at me. "You're going to get used by everyone of these tonight slut. You're gonna cum and cum until you beg me to stop. And then I'm going to masturbate all over you. You don't get a drop. Understand?" I nodded my head and followed you into the bedroom. By toy number three, you were fucking my brains out... Toy Story These stories are meant for people who are Adults. If you are not at least 18 years old, or are offended by erotic or sexual material, please do not read. I post the entire story each time so that people do not ask me to send them the earlier parts each time. The story is a work in progress that sometimes changes in addition to being added to. If you like the story please let me know. Thanks, Lynne This story unlike most of my others is pure fantasy started when a friend of mine told me she was thinking of doing these types of parties as a way to help make money. * * * * * Sometimes it is better to keep your fantasies to yourself. This all started when a woman I worked with decided to start a little side business. Unlike me, who kept to myself when it came to my personal love life, or rather the extreme lack there of, Elaine was one of those people who once you got to know was not afraid to tell you anything. I was still in school and would be there for another year, my fifth, and had been working part time for Elaine's company for the last two years. We had become close friends since I often had to work with her after most of the other people in the company had gone home for the night. She took care of the computer network and even though I was in business school, trying to get a degree in marketing, she had gotten me interested in how computer network functioned and seemed to enjoy teaching me what she knew. She was quite a bit older, in her late thirties and as I had learned, unable to have children. At one time I thought she might have thought of me as the daughter she never had, but after a few nights working together I decided that is was more like the little sister, since she was also an only child. Often when we were working alone she would just start talking about things I never would dream of telling other people. I knew just about everything about her, from her husband's penis was uncircumcised and very large to the fact that she had once had a bi-sexual experience in college. I knew that she and her husband were very open minded sexually and she once told me how embarrassing it was to have to go to seedy little bookstores in rather dangerous parts of town to find sex toys and other erotic adult paraphernalia. She said she wished there was an easier way. When she heard about this company, Passionate Parties that was based on women having in home sex toy and lingerie parties she figured she had found the answer. She contacted them and soon became a salesperson figuring there were probably a lot of women like her that wanted to have access to sex toys without the hassles involved in shopping for them in adult book stores full of creepy people. She had done about half a dozen parties and was trying to talk me into becoming a salesperson with her. I told her I figured I wouldn't be very good at it since I didn't have any experience with sex toys, or even sex in general. She laughed and said that was even more of a reason that I should at least come to one of the parties. She said that until I found a man, I might as well have some company. I blushed at such a remark, for more than one reason. She told me how much fun the parties could be and the fact that she cleared nearly a $1000 for those six parties. The parties were usually just women, although sometimes she would have couples parties and she even did one party for a group of men whose wives had done a party and wanted their husbands to see what was available but were too embarrassed to have a couples party. She said that most parties were full of giggling and silly little remarks and a lot of blushing, but that once the women were introduced to the toys and got to see and touch them most bought at least a couple of things. Each woman was given a form that they could fill out privately and hand to Elaine before they left so no one knew who ordered what. She also said she was sometimes amazed that some of the most conservative women seemed to by the kinkiest toys. She gave me a conspirator's wink when she told me that. Elaine had been trying to get me to at least go to one of her parties for months. She continued to tell me about the parties, including one she said that got pretty risqué. It turns out that it was a doe party and besides her and toys they had also brought in two male strippers. She said that a few of the women at the party had gotten a little too drunk and had ended up joining the strippers in taking their clothes off. She giggled and said that some day she might even tell me about what happened when the strippers left. One happy hour after work she finally talked me into it. Maybe it was the fact that I, as usual, was depressed about the fact that I had no one in my life and the idea of being around a lot of women looking at and touching sex toys had me aroused, something I would never admit to Elaine. She had no idea that I was a very in the closet lesbian who would remain there at least until I was out of school, since if my sexual orientation were ever to become known it would mean I would probably be kicked out of school and would definitely be kicked our of my very conservative and religious parents home. The party was to be Saturday evening, in a small town about 40 miles from the town we lived in. Elaine said would pick me up at my dorm and she said we wouldn't be back until late so I should let my roommates know. I told her that they had all gone home for the weekend so that didn't matter. Elaine smiled a rather wicked little smile and giggled. "Well, then there is no reason you can't buy something at the party," she said as she wrote down the directions I had just given her to my dorm. "There will be no one home to bother you if you decide to try it out when you get home." I blushed so red that I could feel my skin burning. Elaine laughed and told me to be ready at 5:00. We would stop for dinner on the way since the party didn't start until 8:00. She also told me to wear something sexy, since after all, I was coming to help her sell a fantasy and she herself would be dressed as sexy as she dared. Elaine showed up at my door about 15 minutes early. I wasn't dressed yet and answered the door in my robe. I saw that she had indeed dressed very sexy, but tastefully so. She had on a short skirt that showed off her very long and athletic legs. Those legs were encased in a beautiful pair of hose, the old kind with seams up the back. On her feet she wore a beautiful pair of pumps that were higher than anything I had ever seen her wear to work. Her blouse was cut low in front and sleeveless. I could tell she was wearing a push up type bra because her breasts were definitely being helped out and her cleavage was a lot more evident than normal. She was wearing more makeup than I was used to, with her eyes and lips accentuated. I must have been staring because finally Elaine said, "Well, are you going to at least invite me in." "Oh, of course," I motioned for her to come in. I offered her something to drink and asked her to sit down as I finished dressing. When I came back out, wearing the outfit I had picked out, Elaine shook her head at me with a look or disappointment on her face. "I said for you to dress sexy, not frumpy." I looked at what I had on and had to admit it was more like something I would wear to work. I really didn't have anything much sexier. "This is about all I have," I shrugged. "Oh come on, let me see what you have. I bet I can find something sexy," Elaine took my hand and led me back the room I shared with my roommate. She quickly started going through my closet. When she didn't find anything she liked she started looking in my roommate's closet. "Hey, that's not my stuff," I started to pull he away when she came out with a dress I had never seen my roommate wear. It was a red halter dress that looked very sexy. "Hmmm, let's try this on you. You said she is gone for the weekend, she will never know," she handed me the dress. "I can't wear her stuff without asking," I said as I held the dress up against me. Now my roommate is a size smaller than I am and 4 inches shorter so when I held the dress against me it appeared that it would be impossibly short, much shorter than anything I would normally wear. And since my roommate was smaller I knew that the very low neckline would show much more cleavage than I had ever shown outside of a bikini. "Oh come on, I was a college girl once myself, I know that closets are free game," Elaine laughed as she watched me check myself out in the mirror. "Come on, we really have to get going. Get changed will you." Elaine was right, my roommate was always borrowing my clothes but I still never borrowed anything of hers, and definitely not something so provocative, that I had never even seen her in. I decided that I would at least try it on and was waiting for Elaine to leave the room. But she just stood there, waiting. "Well, come on will you, I want to see it on you before we go," it was obvious Elaine was not going anywhere. I turned around and started to unbutton the blouse I was wearing. I slid it off and put it on a hanger and back into my closet. Then I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. "PANTYHOSE????????," Elaine almost screamed. "God girl, you have to stop wearing those things. Remind me that I am taking you shopping when we get a chance. You need to get some of these," she lifted her skirt up on her right thigh to show that her hose were held in place by a lacey garter belt. "For tonight, you are tanned enough to not worry about anything on your legs. But now, those panties, don't you have anything sexy, which dresser is yours anyway?" I pointed to my dresser and Elaine immediately opened the top drawers, where my underwear, bras and pantyhose were stored. I stood there in my bra, pantyhose and panties, the halter dress lying on the bed as she rummaged through the drawer. Finally she found a pair of panties she decided would be good enough. "These aren't exactly sexy, but they are at least something my grandmother wouldn't wear." She tossed them on top of the dress. I looked at them and Elaine sat down on my desk chair. It was obvious she wasn't leaving until I was dressed the way she wanted me to be. I was embarrassed and blushing as I removed my pantyhose. Wiggling out of them I also felt guilty. I started to pick up the dress and panties and head for the bathroom down the hall. "Hey, where are you going?" Elaine said. "Don't tell me you are that modest? Come on, we are both women here. What, do you go and change in the stalls at the field house?" I stopped walking and blushed even more. I walked back towards the bed and lay the dress back down. I turned away from Elaine and unhooked my bra in the front, letting it drop off my shoulders. I tossed it aside, careful not to turn so that my breasts would be exposed to Elaine. I then slid my panties down. When I stood up I realized I was standing right in front of the mirrored closet doors, and Elaine was watching me in them. Her eyes seemed to be roaming over my body as a small smile crept across her lips. I suddenly felt strangely excited. I wasn't sure if it just the fact that I was standing naked in front of a woman I had often thought about when I fantasized, sometimes masturbating in the same bed that was now between us, or if it was her smile. My nipples were rock hard and the excitement was causing the rest of my body to react. I suddenly realized that I had been just standing there for way too long and when I looked up Elaine's eyes were looking at my face. I quickly slid on my panties and grabbed the dress, sliding it over my head. "Wow," Elaine said with a breathless voice. As I looked in the mirror I almost had to say wow myself. I was also embarrassed because I had never worn something so outwardly sexy out in public before. The dress was very short, much shorter than I would normally wear. I would definitely have to be careful sitting or bending in it. And the neckline plunged down showing much more of my cleavage than I ever would think of showing. And the thin material of the dress and lack of a bra made my rock hard nipples clearly visible. I was amazed my roommate, the prim and proper girl that she was, even had something like this. But then again, on her it wouldn't be nearly as tight, short or uplifting as it was on me. "Much, much better," Elaine smiled as she stood up and took my hand. "Time to go, before we never get out of here." I wondered what she meant by that last statement as I grabbed my purse and we walked out the door. The drive would normally take about an hour, but Elaine was what some might call an aggressive driver. Or totally nuts, whichever you prefer. She sped along the interstate at what had to be close to 80 mph, her little radar detector flashing on her dashboard. As she drove we chatted about a variety of topics from work to gossip to the latest controversy involving the rather interesting politics of Utah. We reached Salt Lake City she took an exit and started heading towards one of the more affluent neighborhoods. "There it is," Elaine pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant I had only heard about before, but I knew it was exclusive and expensive. It was an Italian place called The Tuscany. I knew I couldn't afford to eat here. "Elaine," I wasn't sure how exactly to broach the subject so I just decided to go be honest. "There is no way I can afford this place. I though when you said dinner that at most it would be Chili's or Macaroni Grill, not The Tuscany. I probably couldn't even afford and appetizer here." "Oh, I didn't tell you, this is going to be a fun party," Elaine said as she did what might be called a glancing stop through a stop sign, rolling would have meant she actually slowed down. "The woman giving it is very, very rich and has invited a lot of her rich friends. So basically what I am saying is that I am probably going to make a lot of money on this party and besides that, this is my favorite restaurant in Utah so it is my treat. Not only that, but considering my husband decided to take a weekend in Vegas with his friends I figure I deserve to pamper myself a little." Before I could respond and say that I couldn't let her do that she had driven up to the front door and a very finely dressed Valet opened my door. I had forgotten about how I was dressed until I caught him staring down at my legs and very short skirt which was ever shorter now that it had hiked itself up a little after the thrill ride from Provo. He took my hand and helped me out of the car. We walked in and Elaine gave her name to the maitre d'. He found her name and led us to a nice table. I could feel the eyes of many of the men in the restaurant on us as we walked through the tables. The waiter was there a moment later handing us the menu and explaining the evening's specials, which I found it interesting that he didn't also give prices, just descriptions of what they were. He asked if we wished for something from the bar and Elaine told him we would be ordering a bottle of wine. When I opened the menu I almost choked. I was right I couldn't even afford the salads, although I might actually be able to afford an appetizer. "Put that down, I am ordering for both of us. That is if you don't mind. I know if I leave it up to you that you will order the least expensive thing on the menu," Elaine reached over and snatched the menu from my hands. "Let me see, if I remember you like seafood." She perused the menu, seemed to make her choices and put it down. She then picked up the wine list and after a couple of minutes had decided. The waiter returned to our table. "We will start with the Terra e Mare," which was an appetizer of calamari and shrimp with a wonderful sauce, "and then Lynne will have the oven roasted salmon and I will have the Veal a la Funghi. A bottle of 1997 Kistler Chardonnay should accompany these nicely." The waiter took our menus and left for the kitchen. "So how do you like my choice for dinner?" Elaine said as the wine steward brought the bottle of chardonnay to the table. "It is wonderful," I waited for the steward to pour some wine into Elaine's glass. She tasted it and nodded to the steward who then filled both of our large wine glasses half way and then put the bottle in a beautiful wine chiller. When the steward left the table I continued, "But it is way to expensive for you to be treating me." Elaine laughed, "Girl, one thing you need to learn is when someone says it is their treat, don't argue. Now have some wine, relax and enjoy. I know I am." Elaine held up her glass in a small toast. As held up mine she touched my glass. "To a girl's night out." The wine was wonderful and I found that the waiter managed to make sure my glass never got anywhere near empty. The Terra e Mare came and it was delicious. The calamari was crispy and tender, the rock shrimp perfect and the red pepper aioli and fennel were perfect accompaniments. I savored every bite as Elaine and I chatted. I also kept feeling the eyes of many of the male diners on the two of us. We eventually got around to talking about the party just after the entrée's and a second bottle of wine arrived. "I am going to have to ask you to be very discreet and not tell anyone who you see at the party tonight. Most of these women would not like it known that they have a kinky side," Elaine giggled at the last comment. I was beginning to feel the effects of the wine and I joined her. "They wouldn't exactly want anyone to know that they were truly the dildo queens. One of these women came to another party I had and," she looked around to make sure no one was listening, "she bought this huge strap on. I really wonder who she used it on, her husband or another lover." I had never heard the term strap on before and I was just tipsy enough to ask what it was. "A strap on? What in the world is a strap on?" I giggled, funny images of bizarre sexual devices running through my head. "Oh, basically it is a dildo that a woman can wear and fuck someone with," Elaine said as the man behind her suddenly started choking on whatever he was drinking. Elaine looked guilty and whispered, "I guess I better quiet down. Wine always makes me loud, not that I am not loud anyway. My husband says I am a real screamer." We both started to giggle again. "I will show you one at the party. You can even play with it if you want." "Oh I don't think so," I giggled. But I was looking forward to seeing one. I had heard that some lesbians used them and the idea had always excited me. The idea of a woman fucking me was suddenly added to my growing list of fantasies that up to that point had mainly included only tongues, fingers and vibrators. "I always thought that those kind of things were just something you heard about in porno movies." "Oh no," Elaine leaned forward and whispered, "a lot of women use them, both on men and on other women. It is a control thing, gives you a feeling of power, like you are in control of the other person." "You mean you have used them?" The look on my face must have been something because Elaine giggled at me. "Of course, if I am going to sell them, well I figure I had better try them." She looked around, "Although I have never had one used on me, and I always wanted to try that. I have only used one on my husband and he really got turned on by it and to tell the truth so was I. But I have always wanted to try being on the receiving end of one." "Well, wouldn't it be just like having your husband, you know," our whispered tones must have made us seem like we were some type of conspirators. "Oh, well, yea, but different," Elaine was more serious suddenly. "I mean I love it when my husband fucks me, both in my pussy and in my ass, but to have another woman do it just seems like it would be so hot, and the fact I wouldn't have to worry about when she was going to cum, so she could just keep fucking me until I couldn't take any more. That is what I want to try. Haven't you ever thought about what it would be like not to have the guy cum, to be able to just keep going and going?" Toy Story "Well," I blushed and looked down. "To tell the truth I wouldn't know what it was like either way." "Oh my god," Elaine covered her mouth and her eyes got huge. "You can't still be..." I just nodded. "Oh, I don't mean there is anything wrong with it, but I didn't know a girl as sexy as you could have made it through high school without some guy getting to her. You told me you had a boy friend back home." Elaine took a sip of wine and I realized that I had just finished my fifth glass, and it was already full again. How did that waiter get in and out so fast, and how much of our conversation had he heard. "Yea, but he and I have never done anything but a little kissing. And to tell the truth, I don't know, I just have never been that interested in doing it with him, or any other guy," I knew suddenly I had drank to much, because what I said was way more than I had meant to. "But you admitted to me you did masturbate and fantasize sometimes," Elaine leaned forward much more interested suddenly in what I just said. "Yea, hey isn't this food great," I suddenly had turned my attention back to my salmon. It was delicious and my head was spinning from all the wine and I realized I had better get something in my stomach. I also didn't want to answer any more questions, particularly who or what I fantasized about when I played with myself. "Yes, delicious," Elaine took my hint and let the subject drop. We ate in silence for a few minutes and then went back to small talk. I drank one more glass of wine with dinner and realized that I had drunk almost two glasses for each of Elaine's one. I had quite a buzz when I realized it was nearly time to leave. We had finished dinner and both declined either dessert or coffee. We had spent the rest of the time talking about all sorts of things, but I managed to keep the conversation steered away from anything that could lead me back down the path where I could put my foot back in my mouth. But the more I watched and was with Elaine, the more I thought of other fun parts of her body that I wouldn't mind having in my mouth, and places I wouldn't mind her exploring with her beautiful lips and soft tongue. The waiter brought the check and we were back to the valet. Again the young man who opened my door checked out my legs as he held the door open for me. I on the other hand was checking out Elaine's as she climbed in. The morning exercise classes she so often told me about really toned her legs and I couldn't help but wondering what they would feel like. When Elaine sat down she caught me staring at the top of her thigh, which was showing because as she sat down her skirt had ridden up. She ran a finger under the hem, "Don't you hat skirts that do this, but this car seat is so low it almost always happens. I am sure the valet's don't mind getting a little flash now and then anyway." She hiked it up high enough so I could see the white flesh between the top of her hose and, and what I wondered. I blushed and looked straight out the window. We pulled away from the curb and about two minutes later we were turning into a gated community. We stopped at the guard shack and Elaine gave him her name, she was on the list and was let right in. Less than a minute later we pulled up to a mansion that could easily have passed for the clubhouse of a very nice country club. Several cars already were parked in the drive and Elaine parked behind a Range Rover. We got out and I helped her carry in one of the three bags that served as her sample cases. She rang the bell and a beautiful woman, in her late forties I suspected, answered the door. She was dressed like Martha Stewart on her Living show. She smiled at Elaine and let us in. I was introduced to her by only her first name but immediately recognized her as the wife of a prominent politician and wondered if she was the one Elaine had told me about who bought the strap on toy. She smiled at me and shook my hand. Her eyes wandered over my body, stopping conspicuously at my breasts. She smiled and then asked us both to follow her. We were led through the large home and down into the basement. Everything was beautiful and the art on the walls was some of the best I had ever seen outside of a museum. The basement huge and a combination game room, will a full sized pool table, and home theater complete with the largest television I had seen outside of a club. A large coffee table sat in the middle of the sectional that was the seating for the television. We were told we could set up our stuff there and that her friends, who were on the deck enjoying drinks, would be down in about 15 minutes, to give us plenty of time to set up. Elaine immediately went about setting things up. She said she always put out the mild stuff first, sexy lingerie, lotions and lubricants, some very tame looking vibrators including one that looked like a magic wand, toys like a penis shaped soap on a rope and a rubber ducky that she said was actually a vibrator, a few books and some videos about lovemaking. She pretty much emptied the first bag. The other two she put next to the large entertainment center. "Depends upon how they react to these will depend on if we open those," Elaine said as she arranged everything on the table. She picked up a funny looking vibrator that seemed to have two small ears at the end of it. "This is my biggest seller, it is called the Rabbit or Bunny. These two little things here, well, when you slide it in, they sort of cradle your clit and the vibration is pretty intense. My husband said this is the only thing in the world he is jealous of." She then picked up a pair of panties that had something sewn in the front, right where my pearl would be. She handed them to me. "These are remote controlled panties," Elaine picked up a small remote control and pressed it. The panties began to buzz and vibrate in my hand. "My husband loves me to where these when we go out. I personally find it fun, except when he turns it on when I am trying to have a serious discussion with someone." My mouth was hanging open at this point. Elaine reached over and took the panties. She laughed when she did so and held them from her fingers as she pressed the button again and they continued to buzz. "Maybe we should have you try them on for the party. You can put them on right over your panties and still get the same effect." She held them out as I just stared. She laughed and put them back on the table. Just then we heard the women coming down the stairs. There were six other women along with our hostess. Each carried a drink or glass of wine. They were all dressed in the preppy, Martha Stewart Style, but what each one was wearing was worth as much as what I spent a year on clothing, and that wasn't counting the jewelry. If you added that, most had more on their body than most people made in a year. Our hostess introduced everyone and several of the women were ogling the objects on the table. Others I noticed were checking out Elaine and myself. I felt out of place, dressed so sexy and being so young in a roomful of older women, all dressed as is they were going to a PTA meeting. The hostess went over to a set of doors that I thought led to a closet and opened them. What they hid was a full bar. She offered to make us drinks and Elaine accepted for both of us, even though I knew I probably shouldn't have anymore, since I had drank more than my share of the two bottles at the Tuscany. I am not sure what drink she made us, but it tasted wonderful, and only when I had finished my first did I realize that the taste had hidden an awfully large amount of alcohol. Once we had our drinks Elaine introduced herself once more and just said I was there since I was thinking of also doing these parties. She explained that the party was to show the women lingerie and other things that they might want to add a little more excitement to their love lives. She said that what was on the table was her introductory products, and that if they wanted to as the night went on she had more daring products for them to peruse. As the women settled into the sectional Elaine started to pass around some of the lingerie. I kept sipping my drink unaware of its potency, and also examined some of the pieces. They were not that well made, but they were certainly sexy. I found myself fantasizing what Elaine would look like in some of these pieces. I hadn't realized how hard my nipples had become until I held up one of the pieces to see what it would look like on me and saw them pressing against the thin material of my roommates dress. "Hey, that would look great on you," Elaine commented. It was a baby doll and rather tame. "You know what, why don't you try it on?" I looked at Elaine with a look of shock on my face. She hadn't mentioned anything about this and actually said that the women at the party did not usually try anything on, although she occasionally would model a piece if asked. All the other women quickly agreed with Elaine and two had said they really were interested in that piece and would love to see what it looked like on someone. I felt trapped but saw no way out. Our hostess stood up and offered to show me where the downstairs bathroom was. I couldn't see an easy way to back out, and actually found myself sort of looking forward to seeing what I looked like in this sexy outfit. I had no lingerie of my own that was sexy and this might just be the first piece I would add to my wardrobe. I followed our hostess. The downstairs bathroom was something to behold. Most houses did not have a master bath that was this nice. It had a dual showerhead stall that was as big as a walk-in closet, a huge tub with whirlpool jets that could easily fit four people, but was not truly a hot tub. It had a small separate closet that held the toilet, and suddenly I decided I had better visit it since I suddenly had to pee desperately. It was probably the nerves and alcohol both working on my bladder. The hostess showed me there was even a small closet with hangers where I could hang up my clothes. She closed the door behind her as she stepped out and I dropped the lingerie on the floor quickly headed for the toilet. After I peed I just let my panties drop off my ankles, since I was going to be putting on the ones that went with the outfit. I made sure I cleaned up really well and wished that I had trimmed my unkempt bush. I wasn't quite swimsuit season yet and I had really let it get out of hand over the winter. Oh well, I would just have to make sure I tucked everything in. I walked over to the lingerie and bent over to pick it up. When I did I noticed my reflection in the mirror. My ass was clearly visible under the short dress, as was my pussy. I admired myself for a second, giggling that it might just be fun not to put my panties on for the rest of the night and then I stood up and quickly changed into the baby doll. My dress went on a hanger, my panties I totally forgot in the toilet. The baby doll was sexy and not really all that revealing, except for the fact that my nipples were now as hard as they had ever been in my life. I was sort of trying to figure out some way of hiding them when Elaine knocked on the door. "Need any help in there," she called through the door. "No, no, I am coming," I yelled back. Oh well. I took a deep breath and walked out. The women were all looking at a variety of toys and outfits, and several outfits had been put aside. I looked at them laid out, and realized I would also probably be modeling those outfits, one of which was totally sheer. As I walked up to the table several of the women commented on how great I looked in the baby doll. I must admit, I felt sexy and loved the way the outfit showed off my long muscular legs. One woman asked that I turn around so she could see the whole outfit, which I gladly did. I don't know if it was the alcohol I had in my system, the sexy feeling the outfit gave me, or a combination of both but suddenly I was looking forward to modeling the other outfits. "Wow, now girls, I can't say that we will all look that great in these outfits, but you can see how sexy they can make you look," Elaine looked directly at my erect nipples, "and feel. Lynne, would you be willing to try a few more outfits on for us?" she nodded to the ones that were laid out. "Sure, why not," I giggled. "But first, does anyone want to see that outfit a little more up close," our hostess chimed in. "I know I would." She got up and walked over to me. She ran her hands over the material that hung loose. "Nice satin. Could you show me the panties?" She gently ran her fingers over the material on the side of my breast. "Okay," I said, as I looked at Elaine, my voice as much a question as an affirmation. She nodded back at me. I lifted the bottom of the baby doll and showed her the thong that lay underneath. "Could you turn around? I would like to see the back," everyone in the room was now looking at our hostess and me. "Well, there really isn't much of a back," I said blushing, "but okay." I turned around and lifted the back over my bottom. "Nice, very nice," she ran a finger under one of the sides of the thong, rubbing it against my skin. I felt my nipples, if it was possible, growing harder and more sensitive. Even worse, I was afraid I was getting the crotch of the thong wet. Satisfied, our hostess asked if anyone else wanted to see anything. One of the women held out a white sheer outfit that while covering everything would leave nothing to the imagination. Another woman held out a racy outfit that consisted of corset with stockings and garters. It also consisted of a pair of panties that were lacking a crotch. A third held out a schoolgirl outfit that consisted of knee socks, white panties, a plaid skirt and white blouse. I grabbed the third and headed back to change. This outfit was obviously for some guy who had a schoolgirl fantasy, although if I had ever worn this to school when I had to wear a uniform I would have been caned. The skirt just barely covered my bottom, the blouse gaped open in front and squeezed my breasts together giving me much more cleavage than I usually had. I must admit that it looked sexy, in a kinky sort of way. I imagined what it would be like to be the bad schoolgirl, the one who would be spanked by her teacher, after class, when everyone else had left. I reached down the front of my panties and gently rubbed myself. Again Elaine was knocking on the door. I left the baby doll on the floor next to the tub. When I came out again a few of the women had started to pass the toys around. The Rabbit was getting a lot of attention, as was something from Hitachi of all places called The Wand. One woman was looking at the cover of a videotape that Elaine had brought. It was called "Celebrating Orgasm." Elaine was explaining that it was an educational tape in which one woman showed several others ways to either have, or improve their orgasms. She also had in her hand "Masturbation Memoirs", "Please Don't Stop: Lesbian Tips for Givin' & Getting It" and "Whipsmart: A Good Vibrations Guide to Beginning S&M for Couples." The doors to the entertainment center were open, revealing a VCR that had been turned on. I stopped by the bar and finished my drink before I walked back over to the group. By the way they stopped their conversation I could tell they liked the outfit. "And here is our bad schoolgirl, Lynne. She is wearing what every horny old man wishes the teenage schoolgirl would wear to class everyday," laughter filled the room. "Oh, but wait," Elaine reached over and opened up bag number two, the one that she said contained some of the kinkier toys and reached in. Out came a wooden paddle with a leather gripped handle, "this is a great accessory for this outfit." Elaine reached up quickly and grabbed my wrist, pulling me down over her lap. She quickly lifted my skirt and gently tapped my bottom with the paddle. Everyone was laughing as I turned bright red with a combination of excitement and embarrassment. I remembered when I was younger, masturbating thinking about my high school English teacher doing just this to me. Only in my fantasies my panties would be pulled down and my bottom truly spanked, first with the paddle and then with her bare hand. Almost involuntarily I pressed myself against Elaine's knee. It seemed like she responded with gentle pressure of her own. Then she let go and helped me back to my feet. Everyone continued to laugh and one woman mentioned that her husband, a college professor, probably would love to have that paddle hanging in his office. "But, to really finish off that outfit, shouldn't she have pigtails?" our hostess chimed in. "I mean, come on girls, we all know our husbands would be all over this outfit. Sit down and let me fix your hair." She pushed back and spread her legs. She patted the small spot she had just created. I did and found that in order to stay on the couch I had to press against her. She started reached over and grabbed two elastic bands that Elaine had used to hold the order forms and catalogs together. Elaine reached into her purse and offered her a hairbrush. She started to brush my short hair pulling harder than I thought was necessary. When I complained she told me to stop being a baby and soon was working on two pigtails, again pulling my hair forcefully and putting it in very tight braids. All the time she seemed to be pressing her crotch and breasts against me at every opportunity. I couldn't help but respond a couple of times by pressing back into her groin or breasts. Each time I did I was rewarded with a sharp tug with the brush or of my braids. For some reason this made me want to do it again. "Wow," Elaine said once it was done. "You look... young." I got up and looked in the mirror and I had to agree, I looked a lot younger than my 21 years. The pigtails and the outfit gave me sort of a slutty innocent look. A few of the women commented on how that a look like that would keep their husbands hard all night. I had a funny feeling that this outfit would be a big seller, along with the paddle that went with it. Elaine started to empty out the rest of the bag the paddle had come out of. The items she was removing were kinkier than the stuff she had out already. Larger dildos, anal toys, more daring outfits and a lot of leather and bondage items such as blindfolds, restraints and gags suddenly joined the more tame items on the table. One outfit, a leather corset that had no cups to its bra, but did have some built in support for under your breasts, with stockings that connected to garters but no panties immediately got our hostesses attention. Elaine noted that the full outfit also included faux fur lined restraints for both ankles and neck. She took those out of the bag and laid them down next to the corset. I thought the bag was empty when Elaine took out one last item, a riding crop with a forked tip of soft leather and a handle of ribbed leather. Our hostess got up and made another round of drinks while the rest of us continued to look at the new items on the table. While we did so Elaine put one of the videos in the VCR and turned it on. A few minutes later the large screen TV was filled with the image of a woman playing with herself while the surround sound speakers filled the room with her moaning. "I love this video," Elaine said as most of us sat staring at the screen. "It taught me so much about loving myself. "'Celebrating Orgasm' is one of the best videos ever made to help a woman explore her own body, or anyone else to explore a woman's body in my opinion." I don't know if anyone else really heard her as the woman on the screen had just had her first orgasm and most of the women in the room were paying attention to the close-ups of the woman's body as it quivered in ecstasy. Toy Story I was sipping my second drink and was amazed how comfortable I was feeling, even in this very provocative outfit, with everything that was going on. The sexual tension in the room had increased when Elaine had started to empty the second bag and now, with the video playing, it was beginning to rise even further. Several of the women couldn't seem to sit still. Everyone's face, except Elaine's, was flushed and a few women seemed to be breathing more rapidly. The drinks also started to disappear quickly. I sipped my drink as I watched what was happening and suddenly realized that I was incredibly horny. I reached over and picked up the leather corset and all its accessories. "Would anyone like to see me in this?" The reactions in the room varied from Elaine's knowing smile, to two of the women whose mouths hung open as their heads nodded, to two women who seemed embarrassed by the idea. The most interesting was our hostesses. She said forcefully, "Yes, put it on. RIGHT NOW." Suddenly I wasn't sure what I had gotten myself into. But still I walked into the bathroom and removed the outfit I was wearing and began to put on the various pieces of leather I had carried in with me. I started to take off the schoolgirl outfit and lay it next to the baby doll. I looked at the leather and nylon that I had brought in with me. This was crazy I said to myself, but I was also aroused. I had never before thought that modeling sexy stuff for a bunch of middle aged women would turn my on so much. Of course the fact that Elaine was there helped since I was rapidly getting a crush on her. First I put on the corset. I fully intended on wearing the thong from the baby doll I had worn earlier, but wanted to see what the outfit would look like on me without it. The corset was snug and even my small breasts had to be squeezed to fit through the holes in the cups, but they were also supported nicely by the structure underneath. My bottom was completely nude and my unkempt naked mound looked like a wild patch of brush on an otherwise smooth plain. The stockings had a design on them I had not seen when Elaine had laid them on the table. Small whips and handcuffs made a very beautiful pattern in the lace. You really could not see what they were unless you looked closely. I loved the way they looked on my legs as I attached the garters to them. The black of the stockings made my blonde mound even more prominent. I wished I had a pair of shears handy to trim it and make it less prominent. Even a brush, to sort of tame it, would have been handy. Next came the cuffs. I decided to try on the ankle cuffs first. They felt smooth and sexy against my skin. The wrist cuffs were the same, but somehow those made me feel restrained for the first time. There was something about just having them on that made me feel like someone else was suddenly in control. When I added the collar the feeling became more intense. I found myself unconsciously touching myself, running my fingers through my tangle of pubic hair, pinching my nipples. I looked at the thong of the baby doll lying on the floor where I had left it. I realized that it would look silly with the rest of the outfit. The red satin would be so out of place with all the black and leather. Neither my own panties nor the white cotton ones of the schoolgirl outfit would work either. I took a gulp from my drink and decided to go out as is. The only real funny thing I noticed about the outfit as I looked in the mirror was my pigtails. I sort of looked like a kinky version of Heidi. When I walked out of the bathroom another tape was playing on the TV. Two women were on the screen, one voraciously eating out the other. Everyone had there eyes glue to the screen except Elaine, who when she saw me gave me a big smile and a wink. Her eyes traveled over my body, stopping first at my naked breasts and then at my exposed pussy. She reached over and was going to turn off the tape when I shook my head no. Instead I just walked in front of the TV to get the other women's attention. I was amazed by the variety of reactions once again. Three of the women actually blushed and turned away. Two looked embarrassed, but couldn't help but check me out, staring at my naked breasts and pussy. One excused herself almost immediately to use the bathroom, her hands trembling as she carried her drink over to the bar. And our hostess, she just nodded approvingly, smiling, no smirking, as she leaned back into the couch, her finger playing with her inner thigh. Elaine stood up and quickly attached a leash to the collar. "Oh I forgot, it also comes with this leash and these straps if you buy the whole set." I looked down and saw that four leather straps, each with a clip like that on the end of the leash had been attached to the four legs of the table. This table was large probably 6 feet square so that it would be easily accessible to anyone sitting on the sectional. It also meant that it was more than large enough for a person to lie down on. I hadn't noticed until then that most of the table had been cleared off. "Now you will notice that each cuff and the collar all have rings for attaching the clips. Lynne, if you will lay down just for a moment," Elaine pulled downward on the leash from behind. To avoid choking I had to obey her command. I lowered myself to the table and as she continued her pressure, leaned back until I was completely lying down. Elaine took one of my hands and held it out, clipping it into the first strap. "Now if you ladies would be so kind," Elaine motioned for each of them to attach the other straps to my ankles and other wrist. Each strap was adjustable so as they attached them they were able to pull them tight. I suddenly found myself spread-eagle on the table, my legs towards the sectional, and my head towards the TV. I was completely exposed, my bare and now very damp and opening mound easily visible to everyone in the room. "Now, of course most people would use these on a bed, but as you can see there are many other options. Tables, a chair, over the back of a couch are all options. Also, as you can see, once a person is clipped in, it would be almost impossible to escape, so make sure you trust whoever you play with these types of toys completely." Elaine got up and was standing almost right above my face as she spoke, her legs spread slightly. When I looked up I noticed a completely hairless mound. She was not wearing any panties. She reached over and picked up the riding crop from the edge of the table and handed it to the hostess. I shuddered and squirmed, suddenly realizing what a vulnerable situation I had put myself in. I also felt my mound growing wetter, opening more; I could almost smell my own scent filling the room. I was scared and excited at the same time. My head was spinning from a combination of the alcohol and the fact that somehow I had let myself get strapped down, nearly naked, in a room full of women I didn't even know. The hostess spoke next. "Yes, it seems like when someone is tied up like this you could do almost anything you want to them." She looked me over, like she was examining some inanimate object. "Isn't this also a piece of the outfit?" She reached down and picked up the blindfold and a second later everything was dark. I could no longer see what was going on. The next thing I felt had to have been the tip of the riding crop. It circled my left nipple, and then brushed back and forth across the tip of it. I moaned and started to squirm on the table. "No," I started to say. Suddenly I was scared. Things had gone too far. But as I started to ask them to stop I suddenly heard Elaine's voice whispering in my ear. "Easy baby, I won't let them hurt you, just relax and enjoy what is happening," her lips brushed my ear as she whispered. Her hot breath made my body even more receptive to the sensations that were starting to envelope it. "I think she likes it," the hostess's voice. "Why don't you see if she likes it Elaine?" With that I felt a hand on my mound and a finger sliding between my opening labia. "Yes mistress, I do think she is liking it from how wet she is." The finger withdrew. "See." "My god, your finger is all wet," the hostess again. "I think since she made it that way that she should clean it off I felt a finger pressed run over my lips. I could smell my scent on it. It parted my lips and ran over my teeth. I tried to turn away but someone held my head in place. Seeming like I had no other choice I slowly unclenched my teeth and let the finger enter my mouth. I had tasted myself before, and had always liked it. Instinctively I started to suck and lick the wetness from the finger. "She seems to enjoy the taste of a woman. But you told me she had never been with a woman Elaine," the hostess sounded displeased. "Oh I know she hasn't Mistress, but I think she has thought about it, and maybe tasted herself before," Elaine continued. Where was everything else I wondered? Why only the two voices? The crop left my nipple. What was she doing? Suddenly I felt the tip of the crop running up and down my inner thigh. "Now I want all of you to look at this slut's pussy. See how aroused she is. See how her pussy is wet and open." The tip of the crop moved up my inner thigh and started to trace the outline of my mound. I was already very aroused and the fear of the crop, the sensation of the soft leather brushing against me and the fact that there were eight women right staring at my exposed sex had me squirming on the table. "And look at this clit," she pushed its fleshy covering up and exposed it completely using the tip of the crop. "See how hard it is. I bet right now that if any of you sucked on it she would cum right away." She continued to brush the soft leather of the tip over it. My moans were starting to drown out her voice. It was like an electric shock was sent through my body. In one quick motion the hostess snapped her wrist and the tip of the crop made contact with the very tip of my pearl. I shuddered as the pain shot through my body, but also nearly came as the tingling sensation that was left behind made my entire groin feel as if it was on fire. I felt myself sobbing, as much out of pain as frustration. I was embarrassed by what I had let happen, but I was also longing to have more. "Oh did that hurt?" The hostess was mocking me. "Elaine, perhaps you should kiss her boo boo." I felt someone's hands on my inner thighs. They had to be Elaine's. Then I could feel someone's hot breath on my exposed mound. I could hear other sounds, low moans, rapid breathing. I wondered what the other women were doing. Were they just watching or more? Suddenly a hand placed itself on my mons and pressed gently, once again exposing my pearl, but even more than before. The movement also made it stick out farther, I know because I have often done it to myself when I was masturbating, to make it stick out so I could see it and play with it. I knew it would be sticking out very far. I could feel it twitching. Two soft, warm and wet pieces of flesh touched it and gave it a gentle kiss. I arched my back to trying to follow them as they pulled away. "No, don't," I heard myself say. Her voice boomed through the room. "WHO SAID YOU COULD TALK?" I felt the sting of the crop on the tip of my right nipple. Again, the pain was somehow joined by incredible excitement. She knew how to use that crop because it never touched more than just a fraction of inch of flesh, but the touch was sharp and forceful and the sound of it was like the cracking of a whip. I began to sob once again, not sure if I should beg forgiveness or keep silent. It was a question so surely I had to answer. "No one," my voice was trembling. The sound went through me almost before the pain. My left nipple suffered the assault this time. "NO ONE WHAT?" Almost as a reflex I replied, "No one Mistress." That seemed to satisfy her, because she instructed three different women, who until now had remained silent, to kiss my injuries. First one took my left nipple, still stinging and still electrified from the crops snapping contact, deep into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it once and then she gently kissed it. When I moaned deeply she began to suckle it, using her lips and tongue. The second woman tended to my injured right nipple, gently licking it, with long slow licks, much as a kitten might do while cleaning itself. On each lick she would run her tongue all the way up to the tip of my nipple and then flick the exact spot that the crop had struck with the very tip of her tongue. The third woman, the one who had gone to the bathroom when all this was beginning, got between my legs. I could feel that she was naked, her breasts brushing against my legs. She seemed tentative, trembling. She leaned on her hands forcing my legs open even further. I clenched my bottom, forcing my mound to rise for her, but then she spoke. "I can't," her voice was trembling, on the verge of tears. "WHAT?" the hostess boomed. "YOU WILL DO AS I SAY OR YOU KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN." Now she truly began to cry. Deep sobs, "You can't," she sobbed. "If my husband sees those pictures he will leave me. He doesn't know. My god even I didn't know before you did it to me." "Yes, you love it when I fuck you with that big fake cock don't you. Big BLACK fake cock. And I know why you like that, I have seen him. In fact, if you don't do as you were told I would show him these pictures and have him here. He will get to fuck you, fuck your pussy and ass just like I did. Show him the pictures of you sucking on it that fake cock when I took it out of your pussy. Have you suck on his cock." Her voice was calm and controlling, but I knew from the edge to it that the hostess meant what she said. "And then those pictures will somehow appear in your son's locker at school. What would he say, knowing you were fucking his friend from school, the one you and your husband disapprove of just because of his color. Only then would your husband get to see the pictures, all the pictures." She sobbed as she covered my pussy with her mouth. But once she tasted me, her tongue began to work with a talent that showed an unexpected experience. All three of these women knew how to please another woman, and all three, once they started, seemed to be focused on bringing my body pleasure. Something touched my right hand. It was furry, soft and warm. As excited as I was I realized that someone was rubbing her pussy on my hand. My fingers began to react instinctually, probing, rubbing and sliding in and out of which woman I wondered. She was very hairy and very wet. Something else, I could easily slide three, then four fingers inside her. My left hand, someone was sucking at my fingers. My god, five women were using my bound body now. A breast replaced the mouth. Large, only one woman at the party had a breast that large. I found the nipple and began to play with is. "Elaine," the hostess was speaking again, but I hardly noticed as the assault on my body was beginning to have its consequences. I was lost the pleasure I was receiving, even as I tried to give pleasure to two other women. "I know you have been waiting for this. You have my permission." I felt someone standing over me, a nylon encased thigh brushed my left ear. I could smell her; she had to be very close. I felt a piece of warm damp flesh touch the tip of my nose. I inhaled deeply, wanting to breath that musky scent in deeply. I tried to lift my head, but someone was holding the leash tight and when I tried to I nearly choked myself. Again, against the tip of my nose. I tilted my head to try to move my mouth there, but it was gone. My chin, just a brush of naked flesh before it disappeared once again. I felt myself nearing orgasm but I didn't want this to end. I had to taste Elaine; I had to have her taste on my lips and tongue. I yearned for it more than I could remember yearning for anything before. The woman on my left breast bit down hard which made me let out what could only be characterized as a screaming moan of pain mixed with pleasure. My cries were muffled by the placement of a bare mound covering my mouth. My mouth responded immediately when what had to be Elaine placed her naked mound on it. My tongue instantly began to explore her. The soft folds of her flesh, the warm wetness, the musky but sweet taste and most of all the smoothness of her all heightened my longing to pleasure her. I had often wondered why some women shaved and instantly I knew, for their lovers and themselves. The feeling of her smooth skin on my tongue was nearly as arousing as everything else that was going on with my body. My left hand now also had a woman's sex rubbing against it and my fingers responded. This pussy was not shaved, but closely trimmed I noted. The woman between my legs was now moaning and rocking back and forth as if someone was pushing her. Suddenly she sucked my pearl deep into her mouth and moaned, then screamed, "FUCK ME, FUCK MY ASS HARD." Her mouth returned to me, but the rocking motion increased in both force and frequency. In my minds eye I visualized a large black strap on sliding in and out of her as the hostess pumped her from behind. But then I heard the hostess's voice once more, toward my head. And other noises as well, she was kissing and whispering to Elaine, but I couldn't make out the words. Finally I couldn't take anymore. A moan built up deep within me and grew in volume as my body began to shake a buck. Elaine started to hump my face, drenching it with her juices as she ran her sex over it from my chin to my forehead, only pausing to let me taste her for a second before repeating the process. The women on my breasts both started to nibble and bite at my nipples. Fingers reached down from two different hands and added themselves to the tongue working on my mound. The mouth was attacking my pearl as two sets of fingers forced their way into my aching pussy. I screamed as I came and came again. The waves would not stop as the three women who were using their mouths and fingers on me just kept going and going. I tried to continue to please Elaine but had to stop, even though she didn't as she continued to run her naked mound all over my face. I strained against the straps holding me down as I cried out again and again. Finally I collapsed, twitching and moaning when suddenly everyone at once left my body. I screamed with one more orgasm as someone's hot breath gently blew on my pearl. Silence. I am not sure if I passed out or just lost all feeling, but suddenly I was on my stomach, still bound but with a large pillow or blanket under my hips, pressing my ass into the air. "You know, this looks like something I would like to see how it works," the hostesses voice continued. I heard a slight buzzing noise as well as the sound of a woman having an orgasm from the surround sound speakers. Suddenly something touched the back of my neck, right on my spine. It was buzzing, vibrating and it felt wonderful, relaxing, like a great massage. Slowly the feeling started to move down my body. Tracing the route of my backbone it was releasing the tension that had built up when I realized the position I was now in. All the way down my back, to my lower back. I started to purr, enjoying the feeling and forgetting about the fact that my ass and pussy were naked to everyone in the room. I felt a pair of hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them wide. I tensed up, fully expecting the vibrator to be put there, but it wasn't, instead it continued to roam my back, I began to relax. I tightened one more time when I felt something else; it was a tongue, starting to lick my puckered little hole. At first it was just small licks, teasing little licks, the vibrator was back to my neck and shoulders, someone else in control of it. The tongue, whose tongue I wondered, slowly started to be a little more forceful, pushing against my tight hole. I tried to relax, tried to let it in, but I just couldn't. A set of fingers started to probe my mound, gently massaging my mons, gently probing inside, two then three fingers. Once the fingers were wet with my juices them withdrew and started to massage my pearl. The massaging of my neck and pearl were causing my body to relax and suddenly the tongue slipped past the barrier. I was amazed at how it felt as it wiggled and forced itself inside me. I tried to relax even more, just enjoying the feeling of a woman's tongue someplace that I had never expected it. She started to trust it back and forth Toy Story Yesterday after work I went to the post office to check my post box, I do this most days after work. Yesterday among the bills was a little white note card, saying I had a parcel for collection . I buy lots of stuff online so these little cards are a very common find in my PO box. I love getting them it is like Christmas, I wonder what it could be, I am waiting on some books, computer parts, Camera lens or maybe my toy as arrived. I feel a spark of anticipation build in me as I enter the post office and head straight to the back where the collections desk is. Luckily there is no line, I hand the card over to a board middle age looking woman, who takes the card with out saying anything and heads out to the back room to collect my parcel. I savour the excitement of the moment, an old gentleman lines up behind me, what is taking her so long I wonder. Have they lost my package, how long does it take to go get a parcel - what's she doing out the back, maybe it is my new toy and she is out the back with her friends laughing at me. After what seems an eternity she comes back with a large~ish cardboard box and hands it to me. I put it in my lap and push my wheelchair to the side so she can serve the next person. Other than packing labels and customs declarations the box is plain and unmarked. I don't think it is my book that's coming from Amazon their box usually has their logo. I flip it over and look for the label saying where it was coming from, my computer parts are coming from Hong Kong and my new camera lens from Japan. But the label says Sweden, well I guess it's my new toy. But such a huge box. I want to open it right away. The little voice in my head say "No what if it is you new toy people will see - so embarrassing" but the other voice in my head says "No one will know what it is, it just looks like a digital radio or something - go on open it" I put it back in my lap, the sensible voice wins, but the box keeps taunting me from my lap as I head for the exit. "OPEN ME" I make it back to my apartment, a little surprised that the box taunting me from my lap has made it this far with out being opened - not for long. I un-sling my messenger bag from the back of my wheelchair and dump it at the door. I go straight through the living room and into the bedroom, stopping at the bed. I pick up the box, I weigh it in my hand it's very light like it's almost empty, I turn the box over and then realize to my horror - packing tape - everywhere. I'm not getting this open with out help. I put it back in my lap and go to the kitchen for a sharp knife. At the kitchen table I slit the packing tape at the seams, now the box's secrets are mine to have. I open the box to find another box. This new box is bright blue, with large bright yellow text emblazoned across the front saying "ZEUSE ELECTROSEX". Lucky I didn't open the box at the post office ;-) I open the blue box and dump the content on the table, so much unnecessary packing for a small toy the device is very much like a digital radio about 5 inches across. It is silver coloured plastic and has some buttons arranged around a digital screen. I'm thankful that batteries are included, I put the batteries in the device. I discard the instruction manual away, not time to read that, real men don't need instructions, besides I've already read the instructions online. I grab the electrodes and place them and the box in my lap and head back to the bedroom. I park my chair parallel to the bed and lock the brakes, putting the toy on the bed. I lean forward and remove my shoes and socks, I stuff them under the bed, no time to put them neatly away in the cupboard. I lean on to the bed and transfer quickly my limp legs falling out of the wheelchair and tangling up under me. I shimmy up the bed a little so I won't fall off when I let go of my hold, then straighten my legs. I quickly remove my shirt and throw it up to the other end of the bed. My belt is next, I unbuckle it and whip it through the loops like a lion tamer at the circus, it joins my shirt. I unbutton my pants and unzip, sliding my thumbs down the small of my back and gathering up both waist bands of my pants and underwear, I push them down under my butt and shimmy and push them underneath me. Sliding them down my thighs and over my knees, at this point I let go and they fall under their weight to pool at my feet. I lean back and pull my self up the bed until the back of my knees catch on the side of the bed and I can't go any further. I look down at my nakedness, my limp cock is sleeping on my upper right thigh, it usually prefers my right side. I like to keep my pubic area clean shaven. I notice a little bit of stubble on my pubic area, I'll have to shave again tonight or tomorrow at the latest. I pick up the large electrode and peal off the backing paper like pealing off a postal label. I stick it to the pubic area at the base of my limp cock. then repeating the process with the long thin electrode, I stick it around the ridge of the helmet head of my penis. It is a strange site to see my cock lying it my lap with electrodes connected, strange but also exciting.. I plug in the electrodes and turn the toy on .. it starts blinking slowly blink.. blink.. blink... nothing I turn the intensity up a bit ... nothing I turn it up to half way blink blink twitch with each blink of the toy my cock twitched, it was exciting to watch blink twitch blink twitch my cock twitched under the control of the toy, each twitch making my penis grow a little longer and a little fatter. blink blink twitch twitch - before long my member was standing to attention, so hard you could hang a wet towel off it . I played with the different settings on the toy; acupuncture, tapping, scraping, etc. I switched it to auto mode blink blink .. bllllinnnk - twitch twitch twwwiiitttccchhh my cock twitched and jinked to the beat of the toy A tear of precum formed at the eye of my hard cock. I watch in fascination as my ridged hard cock twitches to the beat of the toy. My cock continued twitching and jinking all the time. All of a sudden my left foot raised up off the floor and my leg went ridged as a ram rod. My foot contorted in a powerful cramp and my left leg spasmed in sympathy with my cock. At the same time an eruption of hot milky cum squirted onto my chest and dribbled down to my belly button. My cock still twitched under the control of the toy but I was spent, my leg spasm was starting to wane. I switched off the toy and pealed off the electrodes, putting them away carefully. I looked down at my nakedness, my limp legs and my hard cock. Time to clean up and bathe I think . Toy Story (A Tale of Longing) These are the continuing fantasy adventures of my cyber wife Robyn and what she gets up to when I am away in business. Robyn is a 30s something gorgeous blonde and very busty babe. I hope you enjoy my stories and please feel free to leave comments, both positive and negative are all welcome, or please feel free to email me on with your comments or ideas for stories. Toy Story (A tale or individual needs) I was away on business in London for nine days. I was due to return and then Robyn and I were due to fly to Tunisia on holiday. She had been missing me and our regular sexual activities badly. Robyn is a very curvy blonde with 38DD breasts and an insatiable appetite for sex. Robyn really was at a loss without me but decided to just try to concentrate on her work as a secretary. And the first few days she didn't really think about it much but by the forth morning her body was starting to feel the familiar signs of sexual neglect. She awoke, alone in the bed feeling horny and frustrated and really didn't think she would be able to face the day but knew she had to go to work so she would need to. Trying to push the sexual longing to the back of her mind she showered and dressed but as she sat on the bus on her way to work she knew in her mind that it would be a struggle to keep those horny thoughts at bay all day. In her strapless cream lace bra and panties, black stockings and heels she was wearing a green skirt, cream blouse and jacket. And as she might have expected at work she seemed so distracted with pent up sexual frustration that she couldn't seem to keep her mind on the simplest of tasks. She quickly realised that she would need to take care of herself and this was been even more apparent when her mobile phoned bleeped indicating a text message. She looked at it and read my message: I miss you and your body, I want to taste you, to lick you to suck you and to fuck you........................be a good girl while I'm away and see you in a few days. P Robyn's pussy started to moisten at my words and she knew that being a 'good girl' meant not have any other men while I was away but it didn't mean she could not touch herself. At least that was how she justified it to herself and immediately her thoughts went from work to her favourite toys from the toy box under our bed. Watching the clock at work slowly ticking towards 5 pm, she passed the time thinking about all the naughty little toys she had, trying to decide which ones she would use to pleasure herself with first. Her pussy was wet just thinking about the various playthings she would have at her disposal and be totally free to use in my absence. But today was dragging and the clock was showing 1230! My wife she couldn't take it anymore. Slipping away to the ladies loo she decided she would have to give herself some stimulation to hold her over until she could get home to the safety of our house when she could get down to some serious playing. She had never masturbated at work before but desperate times now called for desperate measures. Locking herself into a stall, she gently eased her skirt down and sat on the toilet pan with her legs slightly parted. Sliding her panties to one side her clit was already semi swollen and she knew it wouldn't take long before she had it fully engorged. Robyn had been masterbating from an early age and therefore had had years of practice and whilst she really wanted to take her time and get off slowly she knew she couldn't afford the leisure of time at work. Instead she would have to settle for some fast and furious clit fingering instead! Sliding a finger into her wet mouth she moved it down between her legs and quickly manipulated her clit with the finger, concentrating on trying to bring herself off as quickly as possible. As she applied the necessary rotation and pressure she could feel her nipples hardening, peeking out through the bra and blouse, clearly looking for some attention as well. Pulling her blouse open she released the clip on the front and her big beautiful natural 38D's fell from their confining cups. Pinching one hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger, then the other she began to twist and tug as she frantically played with her sopping pussy. Fingering her clit faster and faster her only desire to cum quickly and get it over with. Tugging harder on her nipples and rubbing her clit faster she began to feel the familiar tingling sensation in her pussy start to intensify encouraging her to work even harder until her pussy was on fire. She could feel her orgasm getting ready to break and was concentrating on nothing but the sensation of flicking her clit back and forth and the release that was about to wash over her. Finally the sensation reached its peak and then broke as her body trembled leaving her clit extremely sensitive and throbbing as she stifled a low moan. Finally regaining her breath and with the urges under control, for the time being at least, she gave myself a few moments to calm down before returning to her desk to carry on with her work. The rest of the day went by a little slower than she would have liked but it finally came to an end and it was time to get home for some serious solo sex in the absence of me, her husband. She literally flew out the door and walked faster than she had ever done to the bus stop, which only got her there too early for the bus, leaving her with more time to wait. She was thinking about me all alone in London, and fantasizing about what I was going to be missing out on tonight. The bus ride was long and bumpy which was not the ideal situation for a horny girl in severe need. Every bump sent shockwaves through her pussy and it started to throb again as she thought about what she would like to do during the night to come. Arriving at the house she fumbled at the door with her keys and on the third attempt was able to unlock the door. She quickly slipped inside and locked it quickly behind herself, finally relaxing and letting her feeling of excitement and pent up frustration come to the fore. She kicked off her shoes and hit the random button on the CD player. She pulled the curtain partially closed and dimmed the lights in the house before retiring to our bedroom, a glass of wine in her hand. Flicking on the laptop she logged into a chat room as her usual 'Busty Blonde UK'. Almost immediately boxes started to flash up on the screen as a selection of visitors to the room attempted to get her attention with such classic lines as; 'Where in the UK?' 'Want me to help you undress?' 'How gig are your tits?' 'You like black meat?' Smiling she ignored them all. She was waiting for someone special to log in. She was waiting for me as 'Cornish Pete' to come online and if I didn't then she would just have to play by herself. Reaching below the bed my wife retrieved her toy box and placed it within easy reach on the coffee table. Then she got the full-length mirror positioning it so she would be able to watch as she pleasured herself. I knew that Robyn always loved to watch herself as she brought herself off aswell as watching us in the mirror as we fucked. And in both instances there was something about watching that really turned us both on and heightened the experience. She sipped her wine as she opened the toy box and gazed upon the small collection of toys that lay within, wondering which to begin with and which to leave for the big finale! Standing up in front of the mirror she slowly began to undress. First undoing the buttons of her over-tight cream blouse one by one until it fell open displaying her beautiful huge breasts encased in the tight cream lace bra. Unzipping the skirt she let it fall to the floor at the same time shrugging off the blouse to leave her standing in only her overflowing bra, matching panties, hold up stockings and heels. Very slowly and excitedly she ran her warm hands up and down her own body enjoying the feel of her soft skin and imagining they were my hands, gently caressing herself with just the tips of the fingers like I do so well. Eventually she began to caress and massage her magnificent breasts through the lacy fabric of the bra. This caused her over-sensitive nipples to rub against the material. With circular motions she teased her nipples until they were rock hard and straining against her bra practically begging to be released. Reaching up the front into her deep cleavage she unsnapped the bra and let it fall to her feet. Robyn now admired her image as her big fat soft tits hung heavy, the nipples pink and standing at full attention as she lifted her arms above her head so her breasts would stand full and proud. She thought of how, I and many other men had enjoyed the sight and feel and touch of these magnificent beauties and how much she loved to have them touched and licked and kissed and of course fucked! As she watched herself in the mirror she cupped one full breast in her hand and raised it up. She bent her head and gently circled the hard nub with her tongue before flicking the rigid tip. Feeling the exquisite sensation of her tongue sending electrical pulses through the nipple and breast, finally she sucked her excited nipple into her hot wet mouth and then began to suck harder and harder. This sensation and watching herself in the mirror was really starting to turn her on. Releasing the wet bud from her gorgeous full lips she repeated the same process on her other huge melon while her other hand tweaked and teased the nipple of the other breast. She was finding the image extremely hot and her pussy was responding by dampening the crotch of her panties as she moaned softly while sucking. She thought of me, her husband, and how I adored seeing her doing what she was doing now. That thought made her cunt even damper. When both nipples were wet and slippery from her wet mouth and tongue she reached into the little toy box and pulled out a set of nipple clamps that were attached by a silver ball chain. This was my wife's new toy that she couldn't wait to show me when I arrived back home. She knew that I had never seen this particular toy wondered what I would think of it. Smiling at the thought, she grasped one hard nipple between thumb and forefinger and tugged so that it was stretched to its limit and slipped the rubber tipped clamp around it and released the clamp. She literally gasped as the clamp squeezed her sensitive nipple applying the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. Doing the same to her other nipple she dropped her hands to see how it looked in the mirror. Looking at herself in cream lace panties, black lace top hold ups and heels with her full tits hanging down, nipples so sensitive and erect and now each one clamped with the silver ball chain dangling down between them. Smiling she knew she looked fucking hot and she knew that I would love the sight that she was gazing at, if only I was there with her! She stood posing before the mirror admiring her display of heavenly breast torture and reached down slowly running her hands over her belly until they were down between her legs. Parting them slightly she placed a finger on the damp fabric of her panties and pushing gently inwards as she teased her swollen clit through the fabric. She was breathing deeply, her breasts moving up and down as she did. She knew that she could take no more self-teasing and it was time for some real self satisfaction. Sliding her panties down over her stocking clad legs she removed them and lifted them up to her face. Still looking at her chained breasts she sniffed in deeply at the wet crotch of her panties, inhaling the musky scent of her dripping pussy before dropping them to the floor. And with every movement the clamps tugged on her nipples sending sensations of pleasure and arousal straight through her heavy udders and down into her hot dripping pussy. Finally leaning back and positioning herself on the bed with her back against the pillows, she spread her legs wide adjusting herself until she had a perfect view in the mirror. She began by lightly running her finger tips down over her stocking-clad thighs and up to the laced tops before brushing them softly over her creamy thighs and closer to her honey pot. With both hand either side of her pussy looking into the mirror she gently eased the pussy lips apart to expose her swollen clit. Smiling with a look of pure lust in her eyes she ran her fingers all around her excited clit before slipping a finger deep into her very wet pussy. Her hole seemed so hot and wet her finger slipped in easily but the feeling of arousal that she was now feeling just left her needing more. Inserting another finger in she started to manipulate her hand as she started to finger fuck herself. She widened her legs further with her feet on the bed and continued with the insertion of a third finger as her thumb brushed her engorged clit. Continuing to slide her fingers in and out of her hot hole, the feelings of arousal continued to build. She finally released her fingers from their hot wet captor with them now coated with her cunt juices. Looking directly at herself in the mirror she brought her fingers up to her face and deeply inhaled on the scent before flicking out a tentative tongue to taste her own cum. Enjoying the taste of her own juices and gazing at the image in the mirror she wrapped her lips around her fingers, sucking and licking the wetness off. With her other hand she entwined a finger in the chain hanging between her breasts and tugged it gently feeling it pull on her nipples. The clamps attached tightened sending more shockwaves throughout her body. Squealing with delight she was now panting like a baby and took another large swig of wine before letting some dribble out of her mouth seductively down onto her breasts. She watched as it ran down through her deep cleavage and over her tummy down onto the swollen lips of her juicy pussy. She imagined my tongue licking at lapping at the wine. As she lifted one breast to lick the wine off she knew this would have the desired effect again as it stretched the chain between the breast in her hand and the one that remained in place as the chain pulled tight and the nipples clamps tightened around her sensitive nipples once again giving her a gorgeous mix of pain and real pleasure. She repeated this with the other breast trying to tighten the chain as much as possible for maximum effect. She finally lay back breathing deeply for a moment just to catch her breath and glanced across at the laptop. 'Cornish Pete' was still not on and there were no others worth talking to. Robyn rummaged through her toy box once again until she found some bottles of oil. Spreading her pussy lips she let a few cold drops drip out of one of the bottles down onto her engorged clit. She massaged it in with her fingertips smearing the oil on her fingers and hand in order to finger fuck herself properly. Sitting back and gazing at the sight of herself in the mirror she slid three oily fingers in and out of her tight hole as her thumb massaged her clit. Once she was satisfied her pussy was sufficiently well oiled she went back to her little box of goodies and selected the next toy to be used. Initially she pulled out the large black 10" dildo but dropped it on the bed before picking up the pink rampant rabbit with the clit stimulator base. She smiled to herself as she ran her oily hands up and down the thick shaft of the toy. Turning it on low to begin with she gently slid it back and forth between her legs to get the feel of it before gently easing towards her tight little hole. She ran it seductively and teasingly up over her clit causing a sensation that made her body tremble in anticipation. Lying back against the pillows she closed her eyes and kept the rabbit in place against her clit fantasizing that it was me, her husband who was lapping at pussy urging her juices to flow before I slid my rock hard cock inside her. Faster and faster she rubbed her little battery-operated friend until her clit became overly sensitive. Eyes still closed and nipples still out on stalks in their holding clamps and thinking of my hard cock, she slowly inserted the rabbit into her pussy. She felt it go inside and immediately slid it all the way in. The clit stimulator on the side just touched her clit and vibrated gently against it. She gasped again and pulling the toy almost all the way out she teased her hole with just the very tip. Turning it gently she increased the vibration speed all the way up to high and reinserting the toy inside herself she started to thrust it in and out of her pussy. The tip of it just was hitting her G-Spot and the clit stimulator touched her clit more frequently. Opening her eyes she watched in the mirror as she slid the vibrator in and out of her hot wet fanny, the view increasing her excitement even further. As she continued to thrust the little toy into herself she ground her hips and pussy down onto it allowing the stimulation to sit directly against her clit for longer periods which was driving her wild. As she fucked her pussy harder and faster she reached across the bed and lifted the black cock shaped jelly dildo. It was just the right size! Watching herself in the mirror she ran the tip of the dildo cock across her lips enjoying the feel of a cock even if it wasn't real. Pulling the rabbit in and out of her pussy while she sucked and licked the dildo was an awesome sight as she watched herself being fucked by herself in the mirror. Slowing down she removed the rabbit and replaced it with a slightly smaller thinner pink machine with a bent head. She flicked it onto full speed and ran the head all over her pussy lips teasing her hole with it. She knew the best way to get the right effect and turning around she got onto her knees on the bed. Gyrating against the vibrator head she let it continue to stimulate her cunt but did not slip it in right away. Instead she teased her pussy, wanting the pleasure to go on and on for ages, knowing that once she inserted her favourite toy there would be no going back and the feeling that she would experience would push her right over the edge. Rubbing it back and forth against her soaking pussy lips she looked into the mirror watching as her huge dangling breasts hung low with the chain swaying as she moved. And finally she allowed the head of the toy to slip inside and almost immediately it hit her G-Spot with series of vibrations. This almost put her over the edge but she continued to fuck herself in this manner, allowing it to slide out to stimulate her clit before plunging back inside. The chain to her nipple clamps swayed and applied more pressure on the hardened nipples as her heavy breasts hung low as she rode the vibrator faster, and with more urgency. She could feel the tension inside start to build and knew if she kept it up she would be squirting her juices all over the bed. But she wanted these feelings of sheer pleasure to last for longer so she slowed the pace down again. Moving, she sat back down on the bed spreading her legs and began to fuck herself again slowly with her pink toy. Picking up the black dildo again she pretended once again that it was my cock and running her tongue up and down the shaft she flicked it with her tongue across the head before engulfing the thick rubber cock into her hot mouth. Watching herself in the mirror she slid the dildo in and out of her mouth softly moaning around the fake cock. The thoughts of my cock and her own actions were making her even hornier. Taking more into her mouth then pushing it in as deep as she could she almost gagged before releasing it and sliding it back in until the helmet shaped tip was touching the roof of her mouth. Manipulating the vibrator in with the bent head reaching her G-Spot again she immediately felt the tension that had abated start to build up again. Toy Story (A Tale of Longing) Releasing the dildo from her gorgeous wet mouth and smiling to herself she left the vibrator in her tight hole clamping it in place with her pussy muscles tightened around the shaft. The feelings she had built up with her own actions and the images in the mirror had put her on the edge now. Finishing her glass of wine she decided it was time. She couldn't wait any longer to please herself to the climax. She knew that it was time that she would have to let herself cum. And what a cum this would be! Placing a hand around the end of the vibrator and another on the chain between the clamps on her nipples she gently pulled the chain out to the front which pulled her nipples out further. This in turn caused the clamps to become tighter creating an exquisite feeling of that pleasure/pain mix that felt so good to her. Whilst doing this she started to plunge the curved headed vibrator into her dripping pussy faster and faster, thrusting the toy in and out of her wet hole with it plunging against her G- Spot on each entry. And suddenly, it happened! My wife knew it would and she couldn't wait. Her body tightened and electric pulses seemed to send shock waves all around her whole being. She let out an involuntary scream as her body was covered in goose pimples! Her clamped nipples throbbed and her hot pussy almost exploded as she felt the dam inside her tight hole begin to burst. Watching her pussy intently in the mirror she pulled the vibrator out and watched in amazement as her juices started to squirt out of her hole with such force it splashed across the bed with droplets of her nectar. And the feeling continued for ages, wave after wave and splash after splash as she squirted out. Robyn's nipples in their clamps were now causing more pain than pleasure so she released them from their captors and gently lifted each reddened nipple to kiss it. She gently lapped with her wet tongue at each before releasing them both to let them hang free. Spreading her legs wide she lifted the black rubber dildo cock and began rubbing the head against her dripping hole before slowly inserting it wishing it was my thick cock instead of just the rubber toy. She watched in the mirror as the rubber dick disappeared inside, slowly and gently, inch by inch, filling her sodden pussy canal to perfection. Holding one hand on the end of the toy she started to slide it out and then back in fucking herself slowly at first. She was enjoying the feel of her pussy being violated and filled up with this imitation cock and continued to slide the dildo in and out clenching her cunt muscles around it on every upward stroke to intensify the feelings. She built up the momentum a little at a time until she was fucking herself like the cock-starved woman she was. Pounding her pussy mercilessly she slid the black rubber cock in and out of her soaked cunt at a furious pace. The entire time she was fantasizing that it was my cock invading her hot cunt and bringing her to another squirting orgasm. She could feel the tension start to build again as she fucked herself and knew she would be cumming again in no time. Trying so hard to keep the frantic rhythm going she could tell she was on the verge of cumming again and this felt like it would be even bigger climax than earlier. She watched as the cock slid in and out by her own sweet hand and relished the feeling of the rubber monster filling her up to the brim each time it plunged up into her tight wet tunnel. At the last possible minute she pulled the dildo out and watched again as she squirted all over the place writhing around on the bed. And as soon as her juices stopped flowing she drove the dildo excitedly back into her pussy and continued where she had left off fucking herself hard and fast and it didn't take long before she felt the need to cum again. But this time she kept fucking herself with the thick black dick until another orgasm shot through her body making her nipples stand on end as every nerve ending in her body seemed to explode all at once. And she felt herself squirt her hot juices all over the hot rubber toy still embedded inside her. She pulled the dripping toy out of herself and felt her juices run down the crack of her arse soaking into the already drenched bedding and dripping off the dildo. Greedily she wrapped her lips around the cum-covered dildo and proceeded to suck it clean as she continued to lightly tease her red swollen clit with her fingers bringing the solo sex show to an end. Laying back and closing her eyes she imagined what I, her husband would have made of what she had just done to herself. She had certainly been pleasuring her own beautiful body in every way possible. She continued to enjoy the pulsating and throbbing feeling deep inside her pussy that was finally satisfied for the time being. It was definitely a good session but she still hoped I would hurry home and service her in the way only I could with my tongue and lips and hands and body and cock. Glancing over at the laptop dreamily she saw that 'Cornish-Pete' had come online. Excitedly she sat up and clicked the box to reply to my greeting. "Hey Baby" "Hi Sugar, you been up to anything nice while I am away?" Robyn giggled, "Well, I have just been playing with my toy box, darling." Sitting in the hotel room in front of my laptop, I tapped out a reply. "I know you have, Robyn!" "What?......................! How?" "Look over at the wardrobe!" I typed Her eyes follow my guidance, "At the gap on the left" "Yes" "See the small red light?" "Oh! Yes!" "That's a webcam I set up before I left so I wouldn't miss you too much!" "Oh, fuck!" "But I have just seen the most beautiful erotic and fucking sexy show I have ever experienced, Robyn, with you playing with your toys!" I Paused "And like you I have been playing solo and cum 3 times during your show, baby!" I watched through the webcam as my wife Robyn, rolled about on the bed laughing and pointing up at the camera before blowing me a kiss and licking her lips seductively. "Miss you!" She mouthed to the camera. I smiled as I looked down at my naked body with my hard cock, balls, tummy and chest all covered in thick white sticky cum. Toy Story Ch. 01 I came home late, the house was dark. It'd been a fucking hell of a day, getting up early, doing a lot of field work in Jacksonville, answering a lot of stupid questions from the users, and then flying home. Well, you know what airports are like these days, I don't have to explain. The house was dark, no doubt you were asleep, I couldn't blame you for that. I crept up to the bedroom, and though the t.v. was on, I could tell from the sound of your breathing that you had nodded off. I took off my jacket, hung it up, and looked at you sleeping there, watching you for a second, your breasts rising and falling with each deep breath. God, I love you. My tie already loosened, I took it off and hung it up, unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it in the bin. Off with the shoes--damn that feels good to get out of those shoes. I undid my pants and hung them up too, then slipped my socks and underwear off. It was good to be naked, and I couldn't wait to get into bed with my sweetheart, even if you were asleep. I noticed my shadow on the wall, cast by the cool bluish light from the television, and thought, "not bad for a guy my age." My cock stirred--just a little, and embarrassed as I am to admit it, I enjoyed seeing my profile against the wall. I crept to bed, and tried to climb in without disturbing you, but then I heard you say, "Hi." "Hello, sweetheart. How ya doin'?" I whispered. "I'm fine. I missed you." "I missed you too, honey. It feels so good to be home." "Did you have a good trip?" "Not bad. How about you? Did you survive without me?" "Yeah; of course." "So you mean you didn't miss me?" "Of course I did. That's not the same thing as surviving." "My legal beagle. Always precise." "Duh," you said, the added: "So, did you bring me anything?" "Yeah, I did, as a matter of fact." "Really," you said, sitting up. "Where?" I reached into my briefcase, and pulled out a new seven-inch long vibrator. White, rigid, plain, old-fashioned. In the dim light cast by the t.v., it seemed to glow. "Wow," you said. "It's nice." "Wanna try it out?" I asked. "You're not too tired?" you inquired. "What does it have to do with me? It's all yours," I said. "I want you to use it on me," you replied. I didn't say anything else. I took the vibrator in my hand, and turned the switch just slightly, and pulled down the bed covers. You were wearing your usual t-shirt but instead of long sleep-pants, you had on only a thong. I recognised it as one I'd given to your, a Christmas gift. Holding the toy between my index- and forefinger, I placed the vibrating rod over your cloth-clad vagina, and just let it buzz against your clit. You moaned when it touched your cunt, and arched your hips ever so slightly to increase the pressure. "You like it," I said. "Mmmm," you sighed. "I want to feel it inside me." Your eyes were closed, and a grin crossed your lips. If I hadn't known better, I'd have thought you was asleep and dreaming. "It's rather big," I noted, matter-of-factly, "bigger than I am." "That's okay," you said, "you'll know when to stop." I pressed the vibrator more forcefully against your, and even in the dim blue flicker of the t.v., I could notice a dark stain forming on the fabric of your underwear. Your hands went up to your breasts, which you kneaded gently, and I eased aside the leg band of the thong to expose your carefully trimmed pubic patch. Your lips were puffy and slightly distended, glistening from your moisture. I put the toy in my mouth, to moisten it with my saliva, and then slid it across your labia. You arched your back and gasped. "Fuck me with it, Daddy. Make me come." You licked your lips in anticipation as you allowed the sensation of the pulsing plastic rod to fill your thoughts. I placed my hand over your dripping vagina, and spread your labia apart with my fingers, exposing the soft, pink inner flesh to the cool night air. I touched you there with the vibrator, easing the pointed tip between your lips, and watched as your hungry cunt seemed to devour it. Although I was already hard and leaking pre-come, I seemed to grow watching inch after inch of the toy slide inside your. So transfixed by the eroticism of the sight before me, I hardly noticed your rapid breathing and the increasing volume of your moans and sighs. I looked up at your beautiful face, your eyes clenched shut now, your mouth a little "o" as a continuous wail escaped your lips. You had pushed up your top and was vigorously tugging at your gorgeous breasts, pulling and twisting your hard, distended nipples. "I coming, baby. Oh, god, I'm coming." I now had all but one inch of the little machine buried deep within your spasming vagina, and you began to thrash around on the bed, throwing your body side-to-side. I could press in no further, you were filled, and exploded orgasmic bliss. "That's my good little girl," I said, teasingly. "You're such a good girl." I turned down the speed of the motor, to it's lowest setting letting it hum gently inside your, and got on my knees before that dazzling view, softly kissing the smooth satiny skin between your torso and inner thighs. But like a moth to the flame, my tongue moved to the center and source of the heat, and I flicked your clitoris a few times, before gently sucking it between my lips. "Oh, Daddy, I want you to fuck me, honey. Take me, please!" Getting off my knees, I rolled you onto your side. With the vibrator still safely in place, I began kissing the soft, full globes of your ass, gradually moving up the bed, kissing, nibbling and sucking my way up your body. I lingered at the small of your back, rotating my tongue around the rim of the little bowl it made. You squirmed and I reached around to increase the speed of the vibrator, still lodged deeply inside your cunt. I continued moving upward, kissing each vertebrae along your spine, lingering a second, touching them lightly with my teeth, one by one. By the time my head was nestled between your shoulder blades, I was stretched out along the bed beside your. I eased my hips forward, and my erection poked the soft mass of your butt. Kissing and nibbling at your shoulder, I reached around to join my hand to yours, still kneading and pinching your nipples. The pre-come oozing from my cock lubricated the flesh between your butt cheeks, and my rod slowly slide inside. I kissed the back of your jaw, just below the ear, and whispered "I love you, baby. I want you." "Yes, honey," you said, "take me. Fuck me. Love me." I reached down, and slide the vibrator from your vagina, slick with your juice. you raised your leg and drapped it over mine, and my cock found it's way to your soft center. As I slowly inserted myself in your damp tunnel, I brought the toy up and played it across your breasts, buzzing your naked nipple, clicking against the ring of your pierced nipple. You arched your back, thrusting your hips towards me, taking all of me in, deeply. I began to stroke, slowly, but steadily and firmly, the cares of the day had evaporated, my thoughts filled only with my love for my good girl. You reached your hand down and tugged lightly at my balls, urging me on. "Fill me, Daddy," you said, "I want to feel you splash inside me." It was so soft, so gentle, so loving to hear those words, and yet they did spur me on, and I increased the tempo, almost involuntarily. My pelvis was slapping against your butt now, and I could feel my semen rising from my balls. Perhaps you noticed it too, somehow, because you began a long, low steady moan, and I was sure that another orgasm was building in you. "I'm going to come, honey," I gasped. "Yes, baby, come in me. I want your come." A few more rapid strokes sent me over the edge, and I stiffened as my seed spilled into your hot, moist vagina, mixing and mingling with your juice. Did you feel the jets of come pour into your cunt? I don't know, but you too were climaxing now, pulling my balls, pinching your nipples. I was spent, and lay there in the dark, silently. "I love you, Stinky," you said. I turned off the vibrator and placed it on the nightstand, my softening cock still buried deep within you. As I hugged you, I felt sleep overtaking me. One last little kiss on the back of your neck. "It's good to be home, baby," I muttered, "it's good to be where I belong." Toy Story Ch. 02 I came home late, the house was dark. It'd been a fucking hell of a day, getting up early, doing a lot of field work in Jacksonville, answering a lot of stupid questions from the users, and then flying home. Well, you know what airports are like these days, I don't have to explain. The house was dark, no doubt you were asleep, I couldn't blame you for that. I crept up to the bedroom, and though the t.v. was on, I could tell from the sound of your breathing that you had nodded off. I took off my jacket, hung it up, and looked at you sleeping there, watching you for a second, your breasts rising and falling with each deep breath. God, I love you. My tie already loosened, I took it off and hung it up, unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it in the bin. Off with the shoes--damn that feels good to get out of those shoes. I undid my pants and hung them up too, then slipped my socks and underwear off. It was good to be naked, and I couldn't wait to get into bed with my sweetheart, even if you were asleep. I noticed my shadow on the wall, cast by the cool bluish light from the television, and thought, "not bad for a guy my age." My cock stirred--just a little, and embarrassed as I am to admit it, I enjoyed seeing my profile against the wall. I crept to bed, and tried to climb in without disturbing you, but then I heard you say, "Hi." "Hello, sweetheart. How ya doin'?" I whispered. "I'm fine. I missed you." "I missed you too, honey. It feels so good to be home." "Did you have a good trip?" "Not bad. How about you? Did you survive without me?" "Yeah; of course." "So you mean you didn't miss me?" "Of course I did. That's not the same thing as surviving." "My legal beagle. Always precise." "Duh," you said, the added: "So, did you bring me anything?" "Yeah, I did, as a matter of fact." "Really," you said, sitting up. "Where?" I reached into my briefcase, and pulled out a new seven-inch long vibrator. White, rigid, plain, old-fashioned. In the dim light cast by the t.v., it seemed to glow. "Wow," you said. "It's nice." "Wanna try it out?" I asked. "You're not too tired?" you inquired. "What does it have to do with me? It's all yours," I said. "I want you to use it on me," you replied. I didn't say anything else. I took the vibrator in my hand, and turned the switch just slightly, and pulled down the bed covers. You were wearing your usual t-shirt but instead of long sleep-pants, you had on only a thong. I recognised it as one I'd given to your, a Christmas gift. Holding the toy between my index- and forefinger, I placed the vibrating rod over your cloth-clad vagina, and just let it buzz against your clit. You moaned when it touched your cunt, and arched your hips ever so slightly to increase the pressure. "You like it," I said. "Mmmm," you sighed. "I want to feel it inside me." Your eyes were closed, and a grin crossed your lips. If I hadn't known better, I'd have thought you was asleep and dreaming. "It's rather big," I noted, matter-of-factly, "bigger than I am." "That's okay," you said, "you'll know when to stop." I pressed the vibrator more forcefully against your, and even in the dim blue flicker of the t.v., I could notice a dark stain forming on the fabric of your underwear. Your hands went up to your breasts, which you kneaded gently, and I eased aside the leg band of the thong to expose your carefully trimmed pubic patch. Your lips were puffy and slightly distended, glistening from your moisture. I put the toy in my mouth, to moisten it with my saliva, and then slid it across your labia. You arched your back and gasped. "Fuck me with it, Daddy. Make me come." You licked your lips in anticipation as you allowed the sensation of the pulsing plastic rod to fill your thoughts. I placed my hand over your dripping vagina, and spread your labia apart with my fingers, exposing the soft, pink inner flesh to the cool night air. I touched you there with the vibrator, easing the pointed tip between your lips, and watched as your hungry cunt seemed to devour it. Although I was already hard and leaking pre-come, I seemed to grow watching inch after inch of the toy slide inside your. So transfixed by the eroticism of the sight before me, I hardly noticed your rapid breathing and the increasing volume of your moans and sighs. I looked up at your beautiful face, your eyes clenched shut now, your mouth a little "o" as a continuous wail escaped your lips. You had pushed up your top and was vigorously tugging at your gorgeous breasts, pulling and twisting your hard, distended nipples. "I coming, baby. Oh, god, I'm coming." I now had all but one inch of the little machine buried deep within your spasming vagina, and you began to thrash around on the bed, throwing your body side-to-side. I could press in no further, you were filled, and exploded orgasmic bliss. "That's my good little girl," I said, teasingly. "You're such a good girl." I turned down the speed of the motor, to it's lowest setting letting it hum gently inside your, and got on my knees before that dazzling view, softly kissing the smooth satiny skin between your torso and inner thighs. But like a moth to the flame, my tongue moved to the center and source of the heat, and I flicked your clitoris a few times, before gently sucking it between my lips. "Oh, Daddy, I want you to fuck me, honey. Take me, please!" Getting off my knees, I rolled you onto your side. With the vibrator still safely in place, I began kissing the soft, full globes of your ass, gradually moving up the bed, kissing, nibbling and sucking my way up your body. I lingered at the small of your back, rotating my tongue around the rim of the little bowl it made. You squirmed and I reached around to increase the speed of the vibrator, still lodged deeply inside your cunt. I continued moving upward, kissing each vertebrae along your spine, lingering a second, touching them lightly with my teeth, one by one. By the time my head was nestled between your shoulder blades, I was stretched out along the bed beside your. I eased my hips forward, and my erection poked the soft mass of your butt. Kissing and nibbling at your shoulder, I reached around to join my hand to yours, still kneading and pinching your nipples. The pre-come oozing from my cock lubricated the flesh between your butt cheeks, and my rod slowly slide inside. I kissed the back of your jaw, just below the ear, and whispered "I love you, baby. I want you." "Yes, honey," you said, "take me. Fuck me. Love me." I reached down, and slide the vibrator from your vagina, slick with your juice. you raised your leg and drapped it over mine, and my cock found it's way to your soft center. As I slowly inserted myself in your damp tunnel, I brought the toy up and played it across your breasts, buzzing your naked nipple, clicking against the ring of your pierced nipple. You arched your back, thrusting your hips towards me, taking all of me in, deeply. I began to stroke, slowly, but steadily and firmly, the cares of the day had evaporated, my thoughts filled only with my love for my good girl. You reached your hand down and tugged lightly at my balls, urging me on. "Fill me, Daddy," you said, "I want to feel you splash inside me." It was so soft, so gentle, so loving to hear those words, and yet they did spur me on, and I increased the tempo, almost involuntarily. My pelvis was slapping against your butt now, and I could feel my semen rising from my balls. Perhaps you noticed it too, somehow, because you began a long, low steady moan, and I was sure that another orgasm was building in you. "I'm going to come, honey," I gasped. "Yes, baby, come in me. I want your come." A few more rapid strokes sent me over the edge, and I stiffened as my seed spilled into your hot, moist vagina, mixing and mingling with your juice. Did you feel the jets of come pour into your cunt? I don't know, but you too were climaxing now, pulling my balls, pinching your nipples. I was spent, and lay there in the dark, silently. "I love you, Stinky," you said. I turned off the vibrator and placed it on the nightstand, my softening cock still buried deep within your. As I hugged you, I felt sleep overtaking me. One last little kiss on the back of your neck. "It's good to be home, baby," I muttered, "it's good to be where I belong."