Butts On Things Novels & Stories

I asked, afraid of the answer. He shifted nervously, scrubbing a hand over his face. "Those? Ah . . . those are sex toys," he replied as if they were everyday household objects. I couldn't stop gawking at them. It looked as if he had looted a sex shop and brought it back to the cabin. A friend of mine had once hosted an Ann Summers party at her house, and I was guilt-tripped into buying a vibrator. You can’t exactly leave those parties empty-handed — it’s rude. My silicone bad boy took three weeks to arrive. When he came, he needed six AA batteries to power up. So, I nicknamed him Buzz — the ten-inch pussy tornado who boasted six-speed settings, a rotating shaft, and a double-pronged clit ti

I knocked. I shifted the case full of all the dildos I had for sale. And not just dildos. Vibrators. Anal beads. Clit rockets. Butt plugs. Ben wa balls. I had it all. My company, Tart Sluts, made the best "marital aids" on the market. No one had better than us, and the housewife that lived here was about to learn it.

I flexed my hips and rubbed myself against the thing. "Somebody is getting turned on." He removed it, and I pouted sadly. I badly want something to be rubbed against myself. He laughed at my condition. Evil! I have to answer him fast. What the thing could be? I wondered, putting pressure on my brain. He had picked it up from the dressing table, I can easily guess it. It can be a comb. "Comb..." I answered, shouting as he whacked one of my twins not so hard. "Wrong Answer, Butterfly." The next moment he smashed my crotch with that thing, I jumped up and closed my legs shut to control the intense sensation.

"Curious?" Unable to speak because of the gag, I nod my head. "This is a pinwheel," He holds up this curvy silver stick with sharp-looking points on the round top. My eyes widen. "And this," He says, holding up the black thing. It's small at the top but grows wider towards the short bottom. "Is a butt plug," I shook my head violently and tried to scream NO, but the gag muffled my cries. I've never had anything in my butt before, and the silver pinwheel looked painful. What the fuck is Xander into?

I must find out about all these disgusting things very quickly. . The most disgusting thing about it all was that there were more things buried deep inside this stuffed toy than just hidden cameras, microscopic speakers, or dingy microphones. There were also some kind of weird items wrapped inside ugly clothing. It looked very horrifying, like old things that had began to rot. I took it out and put it on the bath tub. If in any case there were disgusting items that I could not handle or discard of, I would just toss it inside the toilet or just spray it with water until it was gone.

Over the next few days, Barbara began to experiment more with her butt plug. She was slowly getting the hang of it and she had to say, it was fucking awesome walking around with the feeling of it in her butt hole, rubbing around her tight Rosebud as she moved and climed the stairs.

The things they say are not the normal. "Yeah, she was a screamer. She liked the rope." "You can't go wrong with a blindfold. They don't know what's coming next. That makes them all the wetter." "I'm telling you, the nipple clamps, you can't go wrong with the nipple clamps. The harder the better." "What about the butt plugs? The way their hole just opens up for you, its heaven."

I felt hurt by that, not sure what I had done wrong. He snapped his finger to follow him to one of the cabinets. I crawled slowly, feeling the pussy piercings jangle as I moved, and the metal in my tits turning up the pain. He opened the cabinet and slide out a shelf with 10 butt plugs, ranging from 'pencil' to 'how the fuck is that even possible??' "Present your ass."

Butt called. 'Hehe! I don't know what luck did I have that I tame an animal like him! My first task to becoming a God is now in my hands!' Butt thought. "Hahaha!" Butt laughed cutely. "Follow me Animal!" To be continued... Satou, D. Vote ITIBT for more Updates!

I leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Your wolf butt looks like a heart like theirs too." "Do you like my wolf’s butt?" he huffs, trying to stifle a laugh. "I love your wolf butt and your regular butt. They are both fluffy," I grinned. He scoffs, "How is my human butt fluffy?" "It's a bubble butt," I giggle. "A bubble butt?" he opens his mouth like he's offended, "Is that a bad thing?" "Not at all. Makes me want to bite it when I'm watching you get ready in the mornings. Especially in those one jeans. The Wranglers with the butt-hugging magic."