Adult Toy Story - Sex Stories

Adult Toy Story

... with tickles subsides, you start clenching and squirming for a different reason. Every erogenous zone from toes to nips was being stimulated by eager specialists. Two toothbrush wands pulled my slit apart for the alien wishbone to jump in ‘feet’ first. My initial moan of surprise stretched until I had no air left in my lungs as I discovered it was designed to pleasure my G-spot and clit simultaneously.

Even little things like knowing your upper body spasms sexually aroused your handcuffs added to the experience. Once the buttplug plopped itself in my virgin cavity, I thought there was no possible way this could get more intense. That’s when candles appeared to literally kill themselves delivering hot wax to my breasts and clenched abdominals. I came like a Barbie so often and for so long that I forgot my ex-boyfriend’s name. The only name I remembered was “Mr. Bear...”

I could feel his soft fur against my bare vulva now. Only the ergonomic G-spot massager had moved out to make room for Mr. Bear. Barbie was happy to offer him a new home. It was with three different vibrators on my clit and a rounded cone in my rectum that I welcomed his big pink cock. I was expecting the relative cold of an inanimate object but was pleasantly surprised by his warmth. My mom must have thought he was too big, and he would have been had I not been drenched between the legs like an opened tube of lube.

“It’s just like I remembered,” he said, ...

... bottoming out in my birth canal. “No... better.”

Every pump made me scream against the gag. This was my runner’s high in this orgasm marathon where all my muscles tensed despite the exhaustion. Mr. Bear joined me in one final climax, and his ejaculation seemed to last as long as he wanted it to last. I passed out from orgasm fatigue as he squirted his last few drops on my breasts.

When I woke up the next morning, there were no handcuffs around my wrists, no rubber ball in my mouth.

Turning on the screen of my phone killed the remaining 1%, but not before flashing a dozen message notifications from my ex. Things must not have worked out with whomever he left me for. Whatever, he would never be enough for me, not after tonight.

I heard moaning from my nightstand. Inside was my Barbie getting her G-spot massaged if her G-spot was in her chest. I closed the drawer to give them privacy, then tested the stability of my legs before letting the walls escort me to the shower.

When I came back, hair wet but inner thighs dry, there was a Teddy Bear on my bed.

“I think I’m going to take a nap, face down this time,” I said much louder than if I was truly talking to myself. “I sure hope I don’t get handcuffed and gagged again. And that this really hung bear doesn’t come to life to take me from behind while his vibrator friends turn me into a drooling cum slut...”

There was a smile on Mr. Bear’s face that I don’t think was factory-stitched.