Stackable Banana Plugs Novels & Stories

In my Caribbean culture green bananas can be turned into delicious dishes but as you dip the tip into my pussy I know that my grandma never had a recipe like this! The banana circles my large pinkie-sized nipples leaving a wet circle of pussy juice and fruit. Then it’s in my mouth and I’m sucking it like it’s your dick. I take it deep down my throat. I learned to give head using a green banana. It’s still one of my favourite toys. It begins to fall apart under the wetness and passion of my mouth. I sink my teeth into it, swallowing the top half in one smooth gulp. I’d love to devour your cock, to sink my teeth into your military helmet and listen to you scream.

Snapping Iris out of her trance, Elias informed her that, "I think I like the crop the best. It's precise but also was easy to cover a large area very quickly. I think we'll take that one." Nodding her head, she placed the crop down on the counter top beside her. Elias had no doubt now that Iris would likely be game for anything that he had in mind. "There was one other thing I am looking for Iris," he explained. "Mrs. Mark. likes being fucked in the ass, so I am looking for some butt plugs of varying sizes, which she can wear for periods of time, to help stretch her asshole out for me. Do you have anything like that?" Elias asked, already knowing the answer to the question. "Yes Sir, we do.

I jumped like I'd just seen the murderer in a movie pop out from the shadows. Daddy laughs again, enjoying my nervousness. “Calm down, babygirl. I'm just getting you ready for the plug.” “Plug? “Oh, this is daddy's special.” From the corner of my vision, I can see a tapered, pink butt plug flopping around as Daddy waves it at me. “Oh...” I say, stuck in fascination at what he's doing. The plug is as thick as Daddy's cock, long and tapering until it gets to a bulge that immediately shrinks back down to the size of the tip, ending with a flange at the end. “This spanking is going to feel nice and tight for you.” His hand glides through my ass crack, leaving behind a slimy residue. I squirm, th

The same women who used to glide through the office in perfume and heels were now tiptoeing toward the restroom, their noses covered, looking as if they desperately needed a gas mask. After that, the meeting room went down. Grant was halfway through a presentation when the projector suddenly cut out. The screen went black. "What the hell happened?" he barked. Vivienne rushed around the room, pressing buttons, unplugging cables, and plugging them back in. All in all, she was getting absolutely nowhere. She had no clue where the spare bulb was. Of course, she didn't. It was kept in the ceiling access panel with all the other meeting-room supplies.

"You're going to be lots of fun. Let's find something for you." Blake returned to the back room a few minutes later. "So, Amy, what have you and Eve found?" "Well, you said find something that would please you so…" she opened a small box to reveal a set of three steel plugs in different sizes. "Oh, kitten, are these anal plugs?" Blake growled. He picked up the largest and saw that the flange was a sparkling purple jewel. "Yessiree, she picked the set of princess plugs. A must-have for any fashionable baby girl." Eve grinned broadly.

“We agreed not to allow another woman from Muzagah to be sacrificed to the gods of the Suramite to pacify them for Habeb’s sins. We believed that the gods will destroy us if we grant the prince his request. Believe me, my son; I cannot wish to achieve wealth by sacrificing sweet Banabella to Moguzule, that merciless god. Never! She is my daughter. Later, we called out the six girls to spot out the genuine one. It was an easy task. The girls gathered themselves shyly and stood before us for scrutiny. Banabella stepped out. At first, she tried prevaricating; but when scolded by the King to speak only the truth, she said things that were similar to what the prince had said. There were no contra

Voss brought the glistening banana to my mouth. “Suck it. Taste yourself.” I opened obediently. He slid the banana between my lips and I sucked it clean, tasting my own musk mixed with the sweet fruit. While I sucked, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was massive, thick, veined, and rock hard, easily nine inches with a fat, leaking head. He stroked it slowly, watching me with dark eyes. He tossed the used banana onto the counter and replaced it with two lubed fingers, stretching me open roughly. Then three. I moaned around the banana still in my mouth as he scissored me open.

His length was red, slick, and throbbing in the air. I smirked. “Lesson two,” I said, turning to the drawer again, “is that good boys don’t cum unless I say so.” I held up the small metal device—the plug for his length tip. His eyes snapped open. “What—what the hell is that?!” “A denial plug,” I said sweetly. “It’ll keep you from cumming. You’ll feel everything… but you won’t get to let go.” He shook his head, breathless. “Y-You’re insane.”

Kir tells the clerk. The clerk sets the steel cage carefully on a small velvet tray on the counter. "And the plugs," Kir adds, pointing to a different shelf in the case. The clerk pulls out a black cardboard box. Inside are three smooth, black silicone teardrop plugs in escalating sizes. The smallest one has a metallic base. There is a small, flat remote control resting in the cutout next to it. Kir picks up the remote. He presses the center button. The smallest plug immediately starts vibrating against the cardboard packaging with an angry, aggressive hum. The noise is loud in the quiet store.

A thick black silicone butt plug, a heavy metal spreader bar with leather cuffs, a bright red ball gag, silver nipple clamps with a chain, a black leather paddle, a powerful bullet vibrator, a bottle of lube and so much more that I couldn’t even name.