0 comments/ 6565 views/ 1 favorites Toys for Toots Ch. 01 By: Stultus Copyright© 2008, 2012 by Stultus Synopsis: Larry and "Toots" love each other but have been kept tragically apart. Fate (and a large collection of sex toys) brings them back together, but will it be for forever this time? This is one of my typical odd-ball romances but has a bit more sex than is usual for me, starting in the 2nd chapter. See the codes for the major themes, anything else is incidental with nothing dark or scary. Sex contents: Some Sex Genre: Romantic Codes: MF, Wife Watching (no Cheating or Swing), Anal Sex, Masturbation, Toys, Exhibitionism Originally Posted on SOL: 2008-10-17 Toys for Toots Ch. 01 This one particular Friday luncheon was when I became reunited with "Toots", so the place can't be all 100% bad in my memories. Toys for Toots Ch. 02 Chapter 2 "Wake up — it's time to get divorced!" Now those were words to get a man like me excited! That woke me right up and got my complete and undivided attention! We had a slight detour or two getting out of the door though. Her bags were already packed and my small overnight bag was still out in my trunk but we got a tad distracted while in the process of more thoroughly greeting each other while she changed out of her uniform. In fact, at one point we were both nude on her bed kissing like we were drowning while I was attempting to enter her for our first fuck when she rolled me off of her. "Not here!" She gasped, trying to catch her breath. "I want our first time together to be special ... preferably in a cheesy Vegas hotel room with mirrors on the ceiling, el cheapo champagne and hopefully a velvet Elvis painting hanging on the wall." She certainly had a point ... but I had a raging hard-on that seemed a mile long that had sucked most of the blood out of my brain and into my cock. Somehow, she got us dressed and into the car and we started our long drive to Vegas but we hadn't been on the road long before she unzipped me and got me nearly instantly rock hard again before leaning over to take me into her warm soft mouth. "I'm not going to spread my legs until we get there, but here is a little something to take the edge off and encourage you to get there as soon as possible." She teased me for over an hour, alternating gentle stokes of her hand with light licks around the head of my cock. Then suddenly she would suck it all in, taking me as deep as possible until her nose was flat against my pubic bone. She'd head bob for awhile, but always stopping just when she thought I was getting close to cumming. Then she'd stop for awhile to kiss my cheek, stroke my hair and otherwise be a total tease. About the time we hit the Nevada border she finally took pity on me and let me shoot off deep in her mouth and throat, swallowing every drop and cleaning my cock with her tongue until she was satisfied that she'd sucked every possible drop. I drove hard and fast but it was still nearly Noon by the time we got into Vegas. On the way, I got to hear all of the details of her trip. In short, the bastard Dennis had been two timing her for years. Once she got to the hotel in South Carolina, she had no trouble locating 'his family' — a very pregnant young blonde woman who was also very much under the impression that she was his only wife (he had told her that he was divorced). With the help of a friendly room service clerk later that evening, my Toots had no problem gaining entrance to their room and getting a few candid photographs of the happy couple in congress, suitable for framing, or presentation in divorce court. Then things got loud and messy to the extent that a brief visit by the local police became necessary. To say that Dennis' pregnant girlfriend Debbie was a tad annoyed to find her lover still legally married would be a great understatement, but being a gal of rather limited intellect and equally low moral character she stuck to her man irregardless - she was going to need a father for the baby and at least now her man would soon be definitely getting divorced. You would think that it could have been a relatively simple divorce; a couple long separated, no children and no significant marital assets. Except for the curious odd fact that Dennis said he would fight the divorce every step of the way, or at least drag everything out for as long as possible ... unless certain financial settlements could be arranged. Actually, once I got all the facts, the only sense that I could make out of that mess was that Dennis really didn't want to marry his pregnant girlfriend at all either, and as long as he remained legally married he couldn't be made to. Additionally, Toots had discovered that she was actually proving the money for the payments on a very expensive car (a Nissan Z) that Dennis couldn't hope to afford on his own. Ideally, to even consider agreeing to a divorce settlement, Dennis wanted to make sure that he'd keep the Z ... and a bit of extra pocket money to get a good running head start away from his sure to be angry girlfriend (and her sure to be equally annoyed brothers). To complicate things further, Dennis had already signed his reenlistment papers along with a duty assignment extension at Langley, so it was obvious that he never had the slightest intention of joining Toots in Idaho. In a perfect world, Toots should have been able to make a truce with the girlfriend and enlist the brothers to encourage Dennis to sign a quickie divorce now so that there could be an instant remarriage (without the inconvenience of being in a full body cast), but alas that strategy never worked out. The girlfriend may not have been the sharpest knife in the drawer but she was a bit too slippery to ever get pinned down to commit to anything and her brothers were a dodgy lot and in constant trouble with the law, making them nearly impossible to track down as well. All of them seemed to have their hands out as well, with a 'what's in it for me?' attitude. That left really just two options: getting a slick Vegas divorce law firm with suitable contacts in Virginia for handling an expensive multi-state divorce and fraud fight, or just paying the bastard Dennis off. Neither option was terribly attractive. We were both itching to get into a hotel (any hotel) but we did have one order of business first. We needed to first find the divorce law firm that had been recommended to her so we could get an opinion as to exactly how deep the doo was likely to be. We got lost twice (hard to do in Vegas but we were pretty tired). Eventually we had to give up and find a pay phone to call the office for directions. Toots found a loose piece of paper in the back seat of my car and copied the directions down and got us there without any further hassle. The lawyer didn't seem too shocked with all of the details. I guess a lot of the world's weirder divorces occur in Vegas. Anyway, he didn't seem too discouraged and stated that technically, our case was a slam-dunk. The fraud bit might be a bit difficult to prove, but family law judges in Idaho, Nevada and Virginia were unlikely to take much of a shine to a virtual bigamist. She might not get any of her allotment-deducted money back, but she could make up for that (eventually) with assigned Alimony. Yes, it would take a bit longer and cost a bit more being contested, but she would win. 1000% guaranteed and in the end he would go to the cleaners. But at a cost. The best round figure estimate was that the entire final mop-up of the sordid affair would end up costing her between $5000 and $10,000. Still, faced between the choice of paying off her ex-husband another couple of thousand and getting no alimony at all, it wasn't much of a decision for her at all. "I'd rather go to the poor house than give that rat bastard another dime. Do what you need to do to get the ball rolling — I'll find a way to pay the bill ... somehow." Toots signed the paperwork and wrote him a check for $1000, her entire savings, to cover the half of the initial retainer and to get the ball rolling. I wrote another check for the other $1000 needed to cover the rest and I promised another check for $1000 payable within seven days after the court filings were made. I'd have to pull that money from savings. I didn't really have all that much stashed away — I had been using my extra part-time jobs to pay off my own car payment two years early, and as of now I only had about four payments left to make. Things were going to be tight everywhere for awhile. As an aside, we asked our lawyer on the way out the door if he could recommend a Vegas hotel to us. He laughed and told us to hold on a moment while he made a quick phone call. A few minutes later he returned and handed us one of his business cards with the name of a famous strip hotel and the name of one of the managers. "I phoned ahead for you, I've got low friends in high places. You've got a nice room all ready waiting for you, with a nice dinner tonight followed by a show and some extra free buffet passes for the rest of the weekend — all comp'd of course. They'll probably throw in some play money too, so have fun with it but don't get too carried away that you start to break out your pocket cash when it's gone. Hide your plastic, don't sign anything they might try to put in front of you and have a good evening." He gave us a kindly wink and returned to his office. Actually, this was some of the best advice from anyone either of us had ever received. True to his word, we received a nice free hotel room and got great service every step of the way. We did also get about $500 of 'complimentary' playing chips and resisted every blandishment they offered to sign for a nearly unlimited line of credit. That could have gotten ugly. ******************* We both started a half-hearted attempt at some foreplay going up the elevator to our room but any momentum we might have created was lost the moment we laid down on that huge double bed. We were both exhausted and barely got undressed before we were both asleep. So much for other planned activities, at least for a little while. It was nearly 8 p.m. when we woke up from our nap and dressed to rush down stairs to score our free steak dinners and to catch our show. Both were good and almost worth not staying in bed playing the entire evening. The sexual tension between us was growing by the minute and we could barely keep our hands off of each other throughout the entire evening. To tease me a bit further, Toots wanted to make at least one pass through the casino before retiring to other pleasures for the evening. We played the tables for an hour or two and did surprisingly well for ourselves. I think we came out about $600 ahead for the evening and were good and ready to quit for the night. Toots wanted to tease me just a bit more but after a few token pulls on some slot machine handles she decided that she'd worked me up enough and wanted to pull on a different sort of handle the rest of the night. Nowadays, all casinos have fancy hidden cameras that can watch everything that happens in their elevators, but back then in the early 80's I don't think they had them installed yet. Too bad — they missed a great show! The doors were just starting to close when Toots dropped to her knees, unzipped me and released my cock and started to enthusiastically suck me all the way up to our upper floor. Another couple was on the elevator with us for most of the ride up got more than an eyeful ... and a few ideas of their own for the evening. Getting off on our floor (literally, not figuratively), Toots didn't even bother to tuck my cock back in my pants. She just stood up and grabbed it firmly in her hand and began towing me to our room. "Do you love me? She whispered while nibbling on my ear while I unlocked our room. "Dearly! Madly!" I earnestly replied. "Will you stay with me forever and never leave me alone ever again?" "Never! Unthinkable!" I exclaimed while desperately trying to get her undressed. "And be the father of all of my children, keeping me barefoot and pregnant?" "Absolutely. There's plenty of Dutch-Germans in my family and we can definitely do Kinder, Küche, Kirche if that's the way you'd like it." Our clothes now off I now had her on her back with her legs eagerly spread as she held my cock to guide it into her for the first time. "Give me your cum lover, then give me your baby. I'm not on the pill and hopefully never will be. Tell me how much you love me while you fill up my belly." We didn't get much talking done after that. No, we didn't get her pregnant yet during that wonderful weekend, but it wasn't due to lack of trying. Sunday, about noontime we were lounging about bed in a delightful state of undress and each enjoying the other ones company. Toots didn't need to be at work again until Tuesday at Noon and of course my hours were wildly flexible to begin with. We were in no hurry today to do much of anything, except to eventually find a couple of our free lunch coupons for the 24 hour buffet downstairs. We had finally fully consummated our love for each other the previous evening ... vigorously ... and repeatedly. This mornings erotic interludes were a bit more subdued and vastly prolonged, until the choice came down to either starting round #3 of lovemaking or else get something to eat ... and then enjoy round #3. Toots was half-heartedly sorting through her purse to find our lunch coupons when she found the folded up paper with the driving instructions to our lawyer that she wrote upon yesterday and for amusement turned it over to read the advertising flyer printed on the other side. The flyer had been put on my windshield on Friday while I was having lunch at the Zipper and I'd taken it off my car and just tossed it unread into the back seat. Yes, I'm a tad bit of a slob ... but fortunately I have other more loveable traits. The flyer seemed to interest her and she was mildly curious about why I was visiting strip clubs until I reminded her about the odd dual nature of the Zipper — respectable diner by day, sinful den of iniquity by night. The flyer was advertising for an "Amateur Toy Night" to be held Friday two weeks from now, with an offered First Prize of $1000 for the winning lady. Toots was more than a tad curious about this and I had to remind her several times that I'd only set foot into the place once after dark. I knew that about once a month they would run "Amateur Nights", but usually just for normal stripping. Apparently a couple of times a year they let things get a bit wilder. It was sure to be sordid, I assured her. My best guess, as I explained to her, was that the contestants would probably have to strip nude for the audience and then using dildos, vibrators and other cunningly designed objects, insert them into all of the obvious places in the nastiest and most unhygienic manner possible. Basically, the woman who fucked herself on stage with her nastiest toys the noisiest and messiest would take home the prize reward. More crudely put, stuffing one's gash in the hopes of cash. Toots ought to have been at least slightly horrified, but instead seemed to be a bit intrigued. I had to remember that her sexual education had been a tad limited lately, but this being Vegas, a remedy was quite soon found. God Bless Las Vegas, and 50 plus channels of hardcore porn piped right into our bedroom! It took a little bit of channel surfing but eventually I found something, kind of like what she was asking about. Actually the movie itself was a bit too tame, but it was at least erotic enough to be educational for Toots. So for most of the next hour we watched a succession of women masturbate with toys for the porno camera. There were all sorts of shapes and sizes of dildos, vibrators and butt plugs and Toots got more than a passing idea about how these implements could be utilized. The last scene in the film involved a pair of young women enjoying a double-ended dildo at the same time and before we knew it the two of us were hot and heavy at it again. So much for lunch. "I'd buy you one of those two-headed things if you can find a girlfriend for the other end of it." I told her later in bed jokingly. "Hell, buy me one of those anyway and I'll start looking for the girlfriend. That looked hot!" She replied, not quite facetiously. "Where do you go to get that sort of stuff anyway?" She queried with extreme interest. This being Vegas, 'Sin City', finding a good erotic accessories and novelty shop was hardly a challenge, but I paid a bellhop ten bucks to get directions to a top quality one. Frankly it was the best ten dollars I'd ever spent in my life. I'd been into a small novelty shop a time or two in the past, but this one was a grand supermarket in comparison. We'd already won a bit of real money last night in the casino and this was at least as useful and worthwhile as giving it to a lawyer, or just tossing it into a bonfire. We bought a bit of everything (talk about kids in a candy store) including some slutty lingerie, vibrators, dildos and a big set of butt plugs of various increasing sizes. I thought Toot's eyes would pop out of her head when I told her where these would be going ... and soon. Hehe. The total was only slightly horrific but we still had some pocket change and a bit more of the casino play money for later. We quit while we could still pay the bill ... and before I could locate any further increasingly large but amusing objects that I could insert deeply into my beloved's delectable ass. Toots did find a few indulgences of her own, the highlight being a fire engine red 'party dress' that left virtually nothing to the imagination. I loved it immediately at first sight. I had thoughts of dragging her back up to our room to ravish her again but cooler (and hungrier) heads prevailed. We got ourselves an early dinner at the buffet before we raced impatiently upstairs to unpack our new purchases to give as many as possible a good test drive. We didn't quite get to use them all — or even half of them, but we made a good start. We started off with Toots putting on her new gloriously slutty 'party dress'. The material was thin, plainly showing where her nipples were nominally hidden, the cleavage ran deep and the bottom hem was scandalously short, falling just a few inches below her ass. Her panties were crotchless and covered a delicate garter belt with stockings. Absolutely delicious! "Dance for me you wanton wench!" I commanded with a wink. "Then slowly strip off that dress and work that big white dildo into your nasty wet cunt while I watch!" "Oooo ... I always knew you were a big prick. Definitely a big prick, and much bigger than my ex's. Strip off those pants and show it to me while I dance for you. I want to see what my reward will be later for good behavior." Actually it was quite a show, or at least it was until we both lost patience and started to screw again right on the bedroom floor. Well at least the carpet was deep and plush. Eventually we redressed to spend some time downstairs in the casino and I talked her into putting back on her party dress. It was a little slutty for the occasion, but not completely overboard. We'd seen a few even skimpier outfits the previous night. Wearing her new six inch 'fuck me' red heels made the outfit even more erotic! I did make one last final adjustment to her outfit. Lubricating up her tight virgin ass I pushed in the smallest of the set of butt plugs. She squealed a bit at first; her ass was really vise tight but I gave it a friendly spank and told her I'd give her a nice reward there later that night when I took it out. Hehe. Frankly, I don't know if it was her slutty outfit or her new butt plug that gave us fantasically unbelievable luck that night. Slots, Craps, Blackjack ... it didn't matter what we played — we hardly ever lost! This was beginners luck at its finest ... and I'm pretty sure it will never happen again. Still, it saved me from robbing my savings for quite awhile. About three in the morning, we decided to call it a night. Toot's outfit was attracting a lot of attention from men that assumed that she was a hired escort and she was getting a lot of fairly lucrative offers for her professional services. After a quick bite to eat we returned to our bed to reward my wife-to-be for her exemplary behavior. She had giggled and bounced all evening for all of her numerous admirers and strutted about like she was used to having large objects shoved up her ass all of the time. I did decide to hopefully make this a regular habit, as apparently Toot had quite an exhibitionist streak that had been latent and hidden until now, but now it was time for her reward. Toys for Toots Ch. 02 Out came the butt plug ... and into her divine ass went my rock hard cock. It was her first time for anal sex but she loved it and wailed away for me to fuck her ass so loudly that I was worried for awhile that security would show up. They didn't, and I lovingly filled her bowels with every drop of cum that I could manage. Immediately afterwards, the next larger sized butt plug went right back into her, sealing in all of my creamy goodness inside her. I thought she would protest at this, but she instead snuggled right back into my arms purring like a cat and fell right asleep. She took it out briefly the following morning for a quick call of nature and cleanup but presented her ass to me for inspection immediately afterwards. There was nothing wrong with her at all that another load of semen inside of her ass wouldn't fix, I thought and got right back to work. If anything her cries of pleasure were even louder this morning than they were last night. I'm sure the neighbors in the rooms next to us were glad that this was our last night. Her butt once again full of my cum, I now placed the third next largest plug into her slightly less tight ass for her to wear during the entire drive home. Hopefully it would be a nice and bouncy ride. Before we left, we played the tables for a few hours until lunch and our luck from the previous night seemed to be mostly with us for a little while but when things started to cool off we decided it was a good warning to quit while we were ahead. Toots was dressed more casually today in a short denim skirt (but with no underwear) and a blouse that wasn't quite unbuttoned to her bra, but still exposed a decent amount of cleavage. The gentleman admirers were still there, but they mostly left us alone this time... although I did hear Toots politely decline an offer of $500 in return for giving a blowjob to one particularly hopeful stranger. I think that she was sort of tempted, being excited and rather aroused by all of the male attention she had been receiving, but she caught my eye as I shook my head. We didn't need the money... and I wanted that blowjob myself! **************** I don't think the casino was especially happy to see us leave Monday afternoon without having to have paid a dime for our stay — and leaving with about $5200 of the house's gambling cash. No leg breakers were waiting for us when we picked up our car, but we didn't waste a lot of time leaving Vegas behind us. It was going to be late when we got back to Mountain Home ... or rather it was early in the wee hours of the next morning. Utterly knackered, we just collapsed and Toots grabbed a few hours of sleep before she went into work at noon and I made my own drive back up to work at the Camp. ************************ Frankly, I was exhausted most of the next week and never really got entirely caught up on my sleep. Fortunately the following weekend we never even left her apartment. We just screwed and slept. It might have been one of the best weekends of my entire life. We did make some interesting arrangements for the following weekend. Toots had the next Friday and Saturday off, but worked Sunday and decided that she really wanted to see the 'Amateur Toy' contest at the Zipper that coming Friday. She admitted that she had been 'so hot' most of the week that she had been playing considerably with her stash of toys and had even been putting in her butt plugs when getting ready for bed (it was too distracting for her to wear at work since 110% concentration was essential). "I can't explain why I like it so much. It's just ... comforting ... when it's in. I feel empty now, like there is something important missing or gone when there is nothing inside my ass now." She said with a laugh. She needn't have cause to worry, her ass got all the attention it could handle this weekend. Already we had started a routine. The first fuck of the day was usually in her fertile cunt but most of our other screwing was inside her delightful and oh so sensitive ass, especially her 'good night fill-up'. She had taken to buggery like a duck to water and already anal sex was by far her favorite sexual activity. She wasn't even remotely squeamish about taking my spent cock straight from out of her ass right into her mouth to clean me and suck me hard again for another go-round. Already her asshole muscle had been trained to take the 3rd largest of the eight different sized buttplugs, a thick monster that was about the same circumference as my own cock. For about the millionth time, I mentally kicked myself for not proposing to her back at Keesler. I arranged to pick her up after work late Thursday night and we'd drive up Friday morning in plenty of time. As usual though, we got a bit distracted and spent a bit too long in bed playing and I had to drive a tad more aggressively up in the mountains than I would have liked. It didn't much matter; the contest didn't even start until nearly an hour after the listed time so we were there plenty early, even after I delayed a minute to make a few simple precautionary measures ... somehow I had a bad feeling about this adventure. ******************* The parking lot of the Zipper was already packed and I had to park just a bit down the street. I wasn't too thrilled at the time, but it might have saved our bacon later. Admission for the two of us cost $20 (Toots was free). The seats inside were long taken, but we found a section of wall to lean against near the women's restroom and we waited for the show to start. I never did get close enough the bar to get a beer or grab the attention of one of the few over-worked waitresses. Just as well — it certainly helped to keep my mind clear ... I was going to need it later. The show itself really wasn't all of that interesting. Amateur sex action usually involves ladies who are willing but a bit hesitant and generally inexperienced, of less than stellar looks, and often quite a few pounds overweight. Most of the twenty odd girls that were hoping to slut their way to fame and fortune (well not much of either really) tonight possessed at least one of these traits, and often all three. After the third or fourth act, Toots began muttering in my ear. "Pathetic. I could do better than her on my worst night." She meant it, and I found myself nodding in agreement. The next contestant was judged by her to be "Worse than pathetic" and the next one following her performed so poorly that Toots just covered her eyes with her hands and groaned. By the tenth contestant, half way through the show, Toots could barely contain her annoyance any further. "Someone needs to get up there and show those poor girls how it's done." She growled and took my hands and looked into my eyes. "Do you love and trust me?" She asked in a tone that suggested that it wasn't really a question. I knew what was about to happen, but I could tell from the look in her eyes that Toots had quite made up her mind to join the contest. All I could do was smile and kiss her and wish her "Good Luck" and I held her purse for her. She bounced off and made her way through the crowd to the entrance of the small backstage area to sign up to perform. I crossed my fingers and prayed for the best, my brain already starting to churn out emergency exit plans in the event that things started to go horrifically wrong. My sense of foreboding was increasing by the moment. I did have an unexpected ally right at my side. The fellow next to me helping to hold up the wall (and holding a purse of his own) was there to cheer on his girlfriend (contestant #15) and together we agreed that we'd each cheer loudly for the other's girl. Both were Army stationed at the Post, and hoping the use the prize money for funding their wedding plans. His name was Jeff and he seemed like a decent chap. He also had a superb eye for detail, and his observations about the way the off-duty Sheriff's Deputies that were acting as security were keeping the contestants pretty much corralled up made our joint unease at the situation grow. My new friend didn't need to worry about me cheering for his gal, she did a great job all on her own. Easily, she put on the best performance of the evening so far. We both noted with alarm that his girl (Amy) was prevented from rejoined her boyfriend right after her show and she was trundled off still naked and protesting backstage to stay with the rest of the girls. We didn't have any likely means of getting back there to affect a rescue for the moment. There was just a bit too much large sized Deputy meat blocking the doorway at the time. Hopefully that would change after the rest of the show. There were not many gals left waiting to perform and the four competitors before Toots were not particularly memorable, to say the least. Amy so far looked to be the clear winner. Then it was Toots' turn. Toots' act was indeed memorable but she suffered from three problems quite beyond her control. She wasn't really 'dressed to perform' (jeans and a T-shirt) and since she hadn't picked the music she never quite got into a good stripper rhythm and she had to rush her early warm-up bumping and grinding more than bit to get her extra clothes off, so she already started at a bit of a disadvantage. Lastly, once she was down to bare skin and starting to play with the collection of toys up on the stage she made a major tactical mistake by selecting a butt plug for her ass that was way larger than anything she'd ever practiced with before — plus she hadn't loosed up before hand by wearing any of her smaller plugs. She said later that her eyes just got bigger than her rosebud. Even with a healthy dose of lube it took her forever to get fully mounted on that monster causing several unplanned breaks in the action that further disrupted the erotic smoothness of her act. Still she eventually got herself fully impaled with the plug, then shoved a monstrous vibrator as far up her cunt as it would go and was attempting to deep throat an even longer flexible dildo to the ecstatic cheers and approval of the audience. She was cumming non-stop like a diesel train and kept the action going even after the music stopped until security came to take her backstage. The stage was covered with dollar bills and other thrown tips from the excited crowd, which was gathered up for her. The crowd had thrown tips to most of the other performers, but not a cloud of money like this. If Toots had been the final contestant, there is no doubt, despite the flaws in her performance, that she would have won the contest due to sheer enthusiasm and massive sluttiness alone. In actuality, Toots had just warmed up the crowd for the final competitor of the night who had the entire package of looks, choreography and a slutty willingness to do anything live on a stage in front of strangers. Facing facts, the best girl won. I still don't believe that she was technically an amateur; she had to be a 'working girl' passing through. Toots did come in second and Amy managed to squeak out third place, which was just fine by us guys. Now the trick seemed to be how to get our ladies out of this join intact and more or less in one piece. We noticed that security was now letting most of the non-winning contestants leave but the winning girl, Toots and Amy, along with a few other ladies, were still being kept backstage under wraps. With the crowd thinning out a bit as most of the customers were leaving, Jeff took the chance to move around closer to the side of the stage to get a better look at things happening backstage and was very disturbed by what he saw. The contest winning girl was still nude and on her knees giving one of the Deputies a blowjob, apparently quite contentedly. Toots and Amy were both also still nude also and being openly groped by another pair of Deputies, but obviously were resisting their captors demands to service them. Both were in tears and obvious distress. Toys for Toots Ch. 03 Chapter 3 The girls were trapped but they could just see Jeff and me gesturing towards the ladies' room as obviously as we dared and they got the hint of our desperate plan. "Ok, we'll do whatever you want, but first let Amy go take a piss and let me get this monster of a plug out of my ass. I can't even walk let alone fuck with this huge thing in me." We heard Toots loudly say in what had to be a stage whisper meant for us. It didn't give much time to get our plan underway, but it was better than no plan at all. I ran into the ladies restroom to see if there was a window. There was one, relative small and high up, but it would be big enough. I ripped off my jacket and wrapped it around my hand and proceeded to knock out the entire window frame, glass and all. I had just barely finished when Toots and Amy came running in. They were still nude and without their clothes, but we at least already had their purses ready for their escape and into the waiting arms of Jeff who had already sped off like a bullet for the front door to get to his car. Their guards, having to choose between recovering the money and their fuckable captives lost a few invaluable moments choosing and split the difference, one haring after Jeff and the other coming in after the ladies. There was no time to lose. The window cleared, I hoisted Toots up and half pushed, half threw her out the window in just seconds. She might landed upon some of the broken glass but it couldn't be helped. I had Amy at least hoisted up for her go next when her pursuer came charged in. Possessing of more balls than brains, he stopped to taunt and threaten us first. Big mistake. A mistake no kid growing up on the wilder parts of the streets of Philadelphia would ever make. The guy was big and had some proper muscle and four times out of five in a proper fight he'd have taken me, so I didn't give him the chance. Without warning, I kicked him in the balls. Hard. I was the first team punter on my High School varsity football team and it didn't hurt either that I had some small bits of broken glass from the window still on my shoe. He wasn't going to be getting up soon and it was likely from the way his testicles splattered like squished grapes that he might not ever get that part of him up again either. I didn't take the chance though. As they say on the streets of Philly, "Always kick a man when he's down." I gave the thug a solid rabbit punch to the back of his head that probably put his lights out, but I stuck around to give his head a good half dozen face first slams into the porcelain tile floor. He had a hard nose — I think he cracked a couple of tiles with it before it shattered like a ripe tomato. Amy, being in top Army physical shape, had made the climb out by herself without my help. I had quite overstayed my own welcome too and barely squeezed out the window myself — I have fairly broad shoulders. In a perfect world, Jeff would have already been at his car with the engine running and our two ladies now safely inside. Instead we had a couple of slight problems. Jeff and Amy had arrived at the Zipper early and had an inside parking space that was now quite blocked in by other cars that were only now slowly leaving the lot. He could get to it, but we wouldn't be going anywhere in it anytime soon. His other problem was the other Deputy who had at length chased Jeff down in the parking lot and they were going at each other old school. Jeff had the experience of Army training, but he wasn't Infantry, Rangers or anything else with significant hand-to-hand combat experience. His opponent also had at least five inches and fifty pounds of muscle on him, still it seemed to be a close fight. I went in to help ... but I certainly wasn't going to fight fair. In the best Philly brawler fashion, I took ample opportunity of my tactical surprise to give the side of the Deputies knee a vicious ligament tearing and cartilage breaking kick. He'd probably never be running after anyone ever again. We really didn't have much time at all to make an escape but Jeff caught on fast to the 'kick 'em when they're down' philosophy and we got more than a few nice blows in before we realized that we were attracting a good bit more attention than we would have liked. Getting to my car down the street fast was our only hope. It was right where I had parked it and we had a clear path out for a fast getaway, and we would need it. Toots still had that monster of a butt plug in her ass and really couldn't run. Even a fast waddle was about the best she could manage. Both girls also had minor cuts from broken glass that also slowed them down. In the end, Jeff and I each grabbed one arm of Toots and we more or less carried her to the car with Amy limping along at our side. We peeled rubber getting out, and just barely escaped a new pair of Deputies that had just come outside to assist in our capture. I didn't have a light on my rear license plate (I unscrewed it before we entered the Zipper — nothing beats good prior planning) so I was 99% sure that they hadn't gotten our license plate number, or even a good look at my car (a dark sedan that looked just like every other car) but still I floored it to put in some distance. We were heading the wrong direction away from the Post but that was likely to be the first place they look for us anyway with a roadblock or 'sobriety checkpoint' just outside the gate. Once I climbed over the first hill, I turned off the car's headlights and reduced speed a little bit. After a couple of more miles I blew through the next four-way stop sign just before the next town and kept going until I got to the back side of the next hill and looked for a driveway or small turnoff road with some cover that I could pull into and hide. There were flashing police lights about a mile back behind us and they were gaining on us rapidly. Speed wasn't going to help us much now. I found a dirt lumber road that had lots of tree cover once we were a bit down it and we hunkered down. It was a dark night with little moon and a good bit of late spring cloud cover that promised rain immediately if not sooner. We didn't have long to wait. The Sheriff's Deputy patrol car sped past us with its lights and sirens going... and they kept going! I guess we had really pissed them off. Too bad — they started it. We stayed put though, and waited for about another half hour until we saw the patrol car heading back, without flashing lights and the siren quiet this time. We gave him another few minutes to get out of the area, and then I started the car up and we continued on our way. Jeff and Amy didn't need to be at work until Monday, but Toots needed to be back to work by Sunday Noon. We were sure they'd be watching for us for at least a day or two and they'd have a very good description of the girls and probably also Jeff. Jeff was obviously Army from his close-cut hair. My hair was very much in the uncertainty range, far too long for Army (and really too long for the Air Force), plus I was fairly sure that the big guy whose balls I crushed might not have gotten a very good look at me before I took him down, unlike Jeff's opponent. The girls could have been from anywhere — they certainly didn't advertise that they were military personnel and just stripping on the side for the novelty of it. In the end we decided to drive through the night and take a back-road circuitous trip to Mountain Home to drop Toots off safely. Amy could then borrow some clothes from her and she and Jeff would then take the next Army helicopter shuttle back up to the Camp. I could hang around with Toots here for a few days until our trail became nicely cold. Speaking of cold, even with the heater on for the entire trip both of our naked companions in the back seat were quite cold. I didn't have a blanket in the trunk (so much for clever planning) so they just huddled together to conserve heat. There was a good deal of giggling back there as the two ladies compared their tales of slutty victory and triumph and I think they spent a good part of the trip with their fingers busy in each others cunts. Toots was in definite discomfort the entire trip with that plug still stubbornly stuck up her ass. I think Amy tried to help her get it out but without a good deal of extra applied lubricant it wasn't going to happen. Toots declared her winnings to be 'lawyer money' but I don't think the $500 of prize money plus another $250 or so in 'tips' made the evening particularly profitable or worth the hassle. Toots had really enjoyed the experience, apparently she was quite the devoted exhibitionist now, but she admitted that the entire evening had not lived up to her expectations. Amy and Jeff were just happy to have escaped at all from this ratfuck and that young lady was quite cured of any tendencies towards exhibition that she might have previously held. Just as well, the thought of Toots and Amy running around together in the future would have given both Jeff and me premature gray hair and ulcers. Fortunately it was still very dark when we arrived at Mountain Home, otherwise the gate guard would have gotten more than an eyeful as we drove past them. Toots and Amy did the naked fifty-yard dash across the parking lot to Toots' apartment and mercifully weren't noticed. Even Toots' oldest and tightest clothes made Amy look a bit like a bag lady, even with a bit of grunge layering for effect. Still, it was enough to get them onto their shuttle helicopter and back home safely without any more drama. Getting Toots' mammoth butt plug out took a bit of doing but after a hot bath and a lot of lovingly applied baby oil I finally coaxed the monster out of its snug warm nest just before it was time for Toots to head to work. Needless to say her butt wasn't at all in the mood for any loving later that night but we found other welcoming orifices that needed their proper share of attention. Toots new toy became the centerpiece of her collection. She later had it gold plated with a short engraving of the date and place of her triumph at the base. She'll still wear it for special occasions — and we have much less trouble getting it in and out again now. We have yet to ever find a larger one! Toys for Toots Ch. 03