Sexy Toy Factory Novels & Stories

I worked them out, escaping from that killer. Lucian scanned the amusement park. I stepped away from him, fearing he would pick another killer ride. This place was filled with them. I didn’t plan on leaving this place with high blood pressure. My walk ended at a Shooting Gallery Stall. A teenage alpha attempted to win his girlfriend the big bear. He managed to make it to the second round but couldn’t move further. The second round of targets moved faster across the row. In the end, he settled with the prize of a bunny. The female hugged the pink stuffed toy. I could bet she was going to cherish that for the rest of their relationship. How nice it was to be a carefree adolescent. “Don’t tell

I ask as I turn the book over. “Plot doesn’t matter,” she answers. “What matters is the sex. Hah! Found it!” She pulls a book out with a bright blue man on it, “this one. Good sex, interesting people, and it’s a good intro to monster fuckery.” She hands it to me and then looks around the store, her face lighting up when she sees a bright blue dildo, “I don’t believe it. They made a toy to go with it!” “Why are they on an ice planet?” I ask her as I follow her over to the toy.

The fire in her core was banked but not out, and if anything, their touch reignited it, fingers trailing teasingly over her sensitive skin. They pulled her toward a side door marked with a discreet plaque: "Toy Playground." The brunette pushed it open, revealing a room that made Lara's eyes widen behind her sticky lenses. It was a pervert's paradise, walls lined with shelves upon shelves of toys. Dildos of every size and shape, from realistic veined monsters to fantastical ridged beasts in neon colors. Vibrators humming faintly on chargers, wands with bulging heads, bullets small enough to hide, plugs in graduated sets, some with tails, others jeweled or inflatable.

I challenged him with a sinister smile. He shifted gears again, but I noticed how his hand was sliding down the gear stick-- closer to my knee. "Is that a challenge Ms Leir? " He growled in a undoubtedly sexy tone, and his hand finally made contact with my bare knee through the ripped jeans, sending sparks through my body. "Only if you want it to be, Detective Deckor," I whispered in a strained voice as my body blazed on fire. A light flashed through his eyes as his hand trailed higher. Slowly. Slowly.

I was a mess, my pussy already weeping into my lace thong, the heavy ache in my core becoming more unbearable with every brush of his skin against mine. Tyler saw it. He always was quick to study. He walked to the front door, flipped the sign to CLOSED, and turned the deadbolt with a final, echoing thud. "I'm going to teach you how these toys work," he said, pulling a small, egg-shaped vibrator from his pocket. It was silver and looked innocent enough. "Everything in here is a tool. But a tool is only as good as the person wielding it." He grabbed my waist and hoisted me onto a sturdy display table, knocking over a display of lubricants. My skirt hiked up to my waist, exposing my trembling t

I ask. He bobs his head. I pull the hairs again. “I can’t hear you!” He yelps again. His voice is a little louder. “Yes, mistress!” “Good boy!” I release his hairs, walking away to the toys gathered on a table. He waits patiently. I take my sweet time, fingers tracing the table. The display on the table excites me: water-based and silicone lube bottles, butt plugs, prostate massager, cock rings, cock cage, nipple suckers, harness strap-ons, hog-tie restraints, dildos.

Sophie moved the toy in and out, hitting his prostate perfectly. "Fuck, baby," he groaned. "Just like that." Emma moaned under him as he pounded her harder because of the toy. The three of them were completely lost in pleasure. None of them heard the office door open. Mr. Reynolds was still fucking Emma hard from behind, his hips slapping against her ass. Sophie was pushing the vibrating toy in and out of his ass, making him moan loudly with every thrust. The office was filled with heavy breathing, wet sounds, and the smell of sex. They were lost in the moment.

So much that my pussy throbbed slightly as memories of last night flooded me, filling me with warmth. Tearing my gaze away, I turned my attention to the shop owner behind her desk who was busy reading an erotic magazine. Clearing my throat to get her attention, I immediately stated my business. "Hey, I'm looking for sex toys for a gay couple. Nothing too heavy, just to add some more spice into their lives." I said. The lady stared at me quizzically before pointing to a rack at the end of the shop.

"Since I see you're so interested in this toy, I just wanted to let you know that it can also be found at the local BDSM club down the strip on the boardwalk. Have you been out to see it?" "Actually, yeah. I found the place by mistake. I don't remember this item there though. "Oh!" She clasped her hands tightly. "What did you think?" "It was impressive, but I didn't know what to look for." "Well, our new toys show up there all the time. And we have franchises throughout the country. You can stop in any time." Ada was staring with stars in her eyes as she scanned the room. Every new place we went, she was enthralled, linking her fingers, widening her eyes. Her full lips parted when she saw th

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.