Adult Toy Story - Sex Stories

Adult Toy Story

... count as toys.” That wasn’t what I wanted to say originally, but the way Gaggie squeaked in obedience made me wonder what made it special.

Mr. Bear rolled his eyes and put his frustration into deep Barbie thrusts while pulling hard on her legs. “If you’d let me finish, I was about to tell you about the day I found a bag of googly eyes and discovered they can turn any object into a child’s toy. That’s how Mr. Drill helped with my virgin Barbie problem.”

I looked at the handcuffs; each had two goofy eye stickers on their strand.

“Heho” they gurgled with a ‘mouth’ full of my wrist.

I explored the ballgag with my tongue. Googly eyes there too. It squeaked gleefully from the tickles.

“I made a lot of friends this way, they’re all eager to meet you...”

“Look,” I interrupted again. “You can stop talking like a Bond villain. As long as you let me use the bathroom and you keep that drill away from me, I’m game for whatever.”

Sad drilling noises buzzed from an eavesdropper behind the bedroom door.

“You... you are?” Mr. Bear said, leaving Barbie unfucked for the first time since he started.

I nodded a ‘duh’. I know it sounds like lightspeed Stockholm syndrome, but Mr. Bear was at the right place at the right time. I had a real shitty week and would have borrowed my mom’s toys anyway had I known she had a stash. Plus, a ‘massage’ is a million times better when performed by someone else.

“Well... I haven’t worked out the bathroom and feeding situation yet, ...

... but I can’t risk you running away before we get to play for at least... an hour.” My maniacal captor was really a big softy without his rehearsed ***********.

“That’s fine. You can keep the handcuffs. I like them.”

“Hank hoo.”

“He hike hoo too.”

I kicked away the rest of the blanket to show I was serious, proudly exposing the pussy I had waxed for my ex-boyfriend’s benefit. I then raised and spread my knees like an inviting funnel.

I could tell Mr. Bear was still nervous. My confidence made his height insecurities flare up again. He knew even a small girl like me could crush him between her thighs or kick him across the room in an explosion of fluff if she didn’t buy into this illusion of power.

“Warm her up for me, guys.” Mr. Bear told the room. A test I wasn’t afraid to fail until I realized I was in for one heck of a foreplay session.

Was my mom a sex toy hoarder? More and more vibrators kept jumping on the bed to climb Mount Me like a googly-eyed Lilliputian army. Massagers with round heads, wands that looked like toothbrushes, vibrators in the shape of fat bullets, one sleek-looking thing that looked like an alien wishbone, and I recognized a buttplug with some degree of apprehension.

First contact was a bullet vibrator snuggling against my nipple. My first reflex was to yell stop and I’m glad Gaggie was back against my tongue to stop me. Less than a minute later, I would have begged them

not

to stop because once the feeling of being tortured ...