Holly's Bag of Toys - Sex Stories

Holly's Bag of Toys

... to be cheeky.

"I just got it Sir. I think I might enjoy being beaten with it and maybe," she stutters, for the first time actually a little embarased, "and maybe fucked with it Sir."

"It is big and cock shaped isn't it. Give it here." He holds his hand out and reluctantly she hands it over. He experimentally have it a wave, noticing it's lack of flex.

"Yes, I can imagine stuffing that right up your cunt. I wonder how much of it you could take? Maybe if you don't take at least say, 8 inches, I'd beat you with it."

The Kong goes on the bed, right at the end of the line of punishment toys. It stands out, it's incongruence marking it out. She can't help looking at it.

Next from the bag, whilst is getting increasingly empty, is an inflatable gag.

"When I want to feel really full, I put this in my mouth and I pump it until I'm almost sick. I can feel my cheeks bulging out and I have to breath though my noses and it's like I'm deep throating a massive cock Sir." She can't help thinking of the last time this happened, knowing that she's done this to herself in combination with the remaining things that will come out of the bag.

She places the gag on the bed on the other side of the bag, the array for filthy things now taking up far too much room.

Next up is a simple blindfold. She holds it up without explaination and he takes it.

"I think maybe this is a good place to start isn't it slut?"

"Yes Sir. I love being blindfolded not knowing who or what's ...

... coming Sir."

He slips the blindfold over her eyes and after he has he starts to work his fingers over her pussy with more focus and rhythem. He's obviously starting to build up to fucking her, one step at a time, not that she's so hot and frustrated, her head full of the images of each of those toys in the past.

He slides the blindfold over her eyes and almost immediately dips a finger into her, rubbing her wetness against her pussy, returning just the first inch of him finger to her and ever so slowly starting to finger her properly.

"So, what's left in there Holly, that bag seems pretty empty to me."

She reaches in, fumbling a bit in the darkness, trying not to break his contact, and pulls out the only thing that's left. She'd not brought everything with her, and she'd toyed with leaving this out, but it's been so long since that day that we blindfolded her self, pumped the gag up as much as she dared and then spent an hour edging herself as she worked the last toy deep into her.

"These are my massive anal beads Sir. They so big they lok like they'll never fit, but they're a little big squashy and with plenty of lube and warming up I've got every one of them up my arse Sir."

She holds them up, unable to see them and over compensating, holding them up high. They're black latex, shiny clean and almost comic in size. Each of the 8 balls is a couple of inches wide, separated by a couple of inches of narrow tube. Squeezing the ball she's holding like a stressball ...