Pickpocket Hug Novels & Stories

The company looked much better, at least on the surface. However, some things could never be covered up. The clients arrived on Wednesday morning. As soon as they arrived at the entrance, the investor's group was shocked by the result of the broken smart lock. Due to the broken lock, Vivienne bought a U-lock meant for bicycles and used it to lock up the glass door. As a result, anyone who went through the door would cause a loud commotion as they undid the U-lock. A flicker of doubt appeared in the investor's eyes as he stared at the rusty lock on the door.

How close it might have been to her not being here now. I scrunch them in my hands and feel for anything hard. I check the back pockets. Nothing. Then I slide my hand into the front bib pocket. My fingers hit something soft. I pull the object out. It’s a tiny plush disc with a smiley face. I stare at it. My pulse shifts. I squeeze it carefully. Something hard and flat is inside. I can feel the outline of it. I close it in my palm. “How’s Tessa?” Her voice slides across my spine. I shove the clothing back into the bag and as I turn I stick the disc into my back pocket.

Lynn asked, his voice raspy from disuse and tension. The man ignored the question. "Empty your pockets. Everything." He held out a small duffel bag. A cold knot tightened in Lynn's stomach. He complied, his movements slow. He had little on him: the keycard to his old apartment—a useless relic, the few dollars he'd managed to hide, a worn sketchbook, a pencil. He dropped it all into the duffel bag. It felt like shedding a skin, a life. The man's eyes fell on the music player, still clutched in Lynn's hand. "That too."

All the objects were taken out and then spread out in a mess on the furniture. I take off the t-shirt to quickly put on jeans and a sweatshirt with a hood and a kangaroo pocket. I still don't have shoes, but I'll have to do without them. I'm about to put my other things back in my bag when I remember what I put in the inside pocket of it. Unfortunately if they searched the bag they probably found it, however, as it is a hidden pocket, I remain hopeful. I feverishly slip my hands in, feeling a small object. My heart jumps when I pull up the special Swiss army knife I won in a poker game against a man who hated nonhumans.

I needed release. My hands shook as I pushed back from the desk. The laptop screen still glowed with her latest video paused mid-moan, her pussy stretched wide around a thick silicone cock, juices glistening on her thighs. I stood on unsteady legs, walked to the nightstand, and opened the bottom drawer. There it was: the toy I had bought on a whim over a year ago and barely used. A sleek pink rabbit vibrator, curved for g-spot pressure, with soft silicone ears designed to hug the clit perfectly. I had hidden it away out of guilt, but tonight guilt had no place here.

The small remote for the vibrating plug satin my pocket. I’d followed him here after his proof photo came through. The image alone had kept my cock half-hard the entire walk. Now it was time to play. I pressed the button. Level one. It had a little vibration. Riley straightened instantly almost like someone had shocked him. His thighs pressed together under the seat as he tried to adjust to the sudden buzz against his prostate. Even from here I could see the way his fingers dug into the armrest. Sarah noticed almost immediately leaning in

Now, what am I going to do? Not wanting to play any more games, I stand up and push Alex to sit upright. With one hand, I make sure that he won’t fall over while I hunt for his keys with my other hand. With his eyes almost completely closed, he giggles. “T.Th.That t.t.tick.tickles….” Hiccup. I shake my head and ignore his comment. I don’t find anything in that pocket, and I switch to his other pocket. Bingo. There they are.

Poppy replied with a wide smile of her own. “I missed you, my sugarpops!” Hope moved in closer, arms wide open, about to hug Poppy. But before he could get too close, I grabbed him by the collar at the back of his neck, stopping him in his tracks and nearly choking him in the process. “Ouch!” he complained, turning to me while clutching his neck. But his scowl quickly shifted into a teasing grin. “Wow, someone’s jelly.” This guy!

" I haven't." “Good." He said with a contented smile. He pulled the bag closer and took out another one. It was metal and it looked heavy. This one was shaped like a tear drop, with a base that was wide and tip that was sleek. “In case you don't like the one that vibrates, this one is for newbies." “I don't want the one for newbies." I said too quickly. “Cristela, your brain doesn't know that vibrations should be going on back there... We could use this one to test the waters and see how you like it, it's easy to pull out and..."

"Hugo!" "See? My wife is beautiful." Hugo gave her another peck on the cheek. "How can I not get angry when you wear such skimpy clothes?" "So, I'm subject to the law now?" Hugo laughed. Not done with his laughter, he picked Hera up again because she had had enough of playing around. This time Hera did not squeal, but joined in the laughter. Hugo held onto her neck to keep her from falling. Even though she knew that Hugo wouldn't let her fall unless... now.