Vicky Stark Glass Dildo Novels & Stories

Their sessions grew more extreme. One evening, he brought rope, candles, and a new toy—a thick glass dildo. He tied her wrists to the headboard, lit candles dripping hot wax across her breasts and stomach while he fucked her mouth. Sophia gagged and drooled, tears streaming, but her pussy dripped with arousal. Later, he took her ass. He worked the glass dildo into her pussy first, double-penetrating her while choking her from behind. Sophia nearly passed out again from the intensity, orgasming so hard her legs shook uncontrollably.

She pulled it out and sucked it into her mouth. My cock was poking up from my lap like a flagpole and leaking pre-cum down the sides. I was afraid to touch it for fear of premature ejaculation before the show ended. After licking her finger clean, Diana pulled a dildo and vibrator from under her mattress. The vibrator was was red with a small bulb on the end of a thin six inch curved stem. The dildo was flesh colored and ribbed in the shape of a penis about eight inches long. It had a suction cup on the end.

And for a moment, the cold of the glass was replaced by something else entirely. The smile arrived. Uninvited. Completely intact after two and a half years behind a locked door. The one that had never belonged to a boardroom or a corridor or any version of him the world got to see. The one that had only ever been hers. The evening was going perfectly fine until the Labrador puppy appeared. It was about eight weeks old, had zero motor control, and was currently trying to trip over its own paws. Zoya did not see the dog until it was at her ankle.

I’d been wet since breakfast. My cunt ached constantly, a dull, hungry throb that got worse every time I pictured David’s cum-streaked window from the night before. I’d ordered the dildo online some weeks back: twelve inches, thick as my wrist, veiny and realistic, with heavy balls and a suction cup base. It arrived that afternoon in plain brown packaging. I hid it under my pillow By midnight the house was silent again. Parents asleep. Lights off downstairs. I left mine on full blast—every bulb burning, turning my bedroom into a bright, shameless spotlight again

Showing her lower body, which was already wet from her play. "You are so sexy; I like you like this." The man quickly positioned his body right in front of Jasmine's pussyhole. He slowly inserted it.

"But this here. This is more precious than even you, my pet. A special blend of grade-A cocaine and just the right amount of wolf's bane. Not enough to kill, just enough to make it...potent. This way we can have a wonderful time without worrying about you passing out from the pleasure." By this point, the wound on my neck has healed, and he's moved to dissecting my thigh with slight curiosity. Before it can heal completely, he moves his hand in a quick slicing motion. I scream as I watch most of my leg fall to the ground, leaving me with a, blindingly painful, bleeding stump. Biting my tongue hard, I forcibly cut my scream off as I watch in slight disgust as my leg regenerates quickly. Marre

the clerk explained, “so the texture and shape do most of the work. No vibration just a natural, lifelike sensation.” Chloe swallowed hard. She could already imagine it against her skin, her thighs trembling. But her gaze drifted further down the shelf, where stranger toys gleamed in the dim light glass vibrators, curved in elegant shapes; a set of jeweled plugs glittering like forbidden treasures; ropes and cuffs laid out neatly in velvet-lined boxes. Her body clenched at the sight. Valerius’s voice echoed in her memory: Kneel for me. Obey. Her hand trembled as she reached for a slim glass toy, its surface cool, flawless. The thought of sliding it inside made her throat dry.

She whimpered in annoyance but went back to rubbing herself. Dexter focused, thinking about Jessie, picturing her kneeling between Donna's legs, and then changing Donna with Vicky. He groaned with pleasure, seeing this gorgeous blonde and brunette that he worked with madly fucking themselves. He lifted his hand again, ready to lick or spit on it, and Vicky stopped him again. She ran the flat of her palm down her pussy, and then shoved several fingers in, wriggling them around until they came out shiny and glistening. "Here, quickly," she said, reaching out.

I stole my childhood friend’s doll. Then, he called to complain. I listened to him wail as the doll sat in my hand, its texture somehow akin to that of human skin. Under its skirt was something remarkably female. This left me confused. ‘Is this doll female or male?’ Then, more importantly… ‘Did it come with both organs? Or is this modified?’ He sounded hysterical over the line. Surprised by this, I accidentally squished the doll’s limbs a little.

she gasped, and I smiled as she wriggled her hips at me. “Don’t worry, baby, I have exactly what you want.” I reached over to my bag and pulled out the thick glass dildo I knew was her favourite. She sighed, eyes closed as I slid it into my mouth. It was cold, and rather than warm it, I teased her soaking entrance with the chilly tip, laughing as she squealed. “You like that?” I asked, and she nodded. “Yes, yes… please,” she gasped, trying to push back onto it.