Vicky Stark Glass Dildo Novels & Stories

"In honor of your half century on this earth I've taken the liberty of picking up a little something for you." Dick handed her a small package. "Thanks for reminding me how old I am," she replied. "I really needed to hear that." Julia unwrapped the package and opened the box. Her brow raised. "How lovely, a giant pink sperm." "It's a remote control vibrator," Dick told her. "Very thoughtful," she replied. "And practical. It connects to your phone. You can wear it under your clothes and use it anytime you like while keeping your hands free. No one will ever know."

I pinched my nose, trying to still myself from fucking exploding and then withdrew my fingers. She glanced over her shoulders at me, sultry brown eyes gazing at me in question. I held up the glass dildo and watched her eyes widened a fraction. “Keep those eyes on me, do not look away,” I ordered. Parted her thighs and then holding her eyes, I sunk the seven inch dildo down her pussy slow and steady. Her eyes widened, closing briefly until I growled and then snapped back open. Her jaw slacked and when the dildo was buried fully in her pussy, she let out a long and loud moan.

"Open it." Anna knelt, the concrete cold through the thin fabric of her dress. Her fingers trembled slightly as she lifted the heavy lid. Inside, on a bed of black velvet, was an array of objects that made her breath catch in her throat. There was a small, silver vibrator, sleek and modern. A string of five smooth, black glass beads, each one slightly larger than the last. A black, silicone butt plug with a flared base and a sparkling purple jewel at the end. And a small, curved dildo made of pale pink glass. It was a toolkit for debauchery.

His eyes, a piercing blue, hold a mixture of dominance and desire as he reaches into the bag he's been carrying. I shift nervously on the bed, my heart pounding in anticipation. We've been exploring new boundaries lately, and tonight feels like it's going to push me further than ever before. "I've got something special for us," he says, his voice low and commanding. His hand emerges from the bag, holding a sleek, transparent glass dildo. It's smooth, almost ethereal, with a slight curve that promises to hit all the right spots. My breath catches as he holds it up, the light catching its surface and casting tiny reflections on the wall.

"Fuck me, Vickie! Fuck my tight little asshole with your stiff rubber cock! Fuck me up the ass while you bury my cock up yours!" "With pleasure," she replied, and then fucked the dildo in and out of my ass with slow strokes that had the knob stretching my sphincter on one end, and poking my prostate on the other. At the same time, she was sliding her own ass up and down my dick in the same way.

I pinched my nose, trying to still myself from fucking exploding and then withdrew my fingers. She glanced over her shoulders at me, sultry brown eyes gazing at me in question. I held up the glass dildo and watched her eyes widened a fraction. “Keep those eyes on me, do not look away,” I ordered. Parted her thighs and then holding her eyes, I sunk the seven inch dildo down her pussy slow and steady. Her eyes widened, closing briefly until I growled and then snapped back open. Her jaw slacked and when the dildo was buried fully in her pussy, she let out a long and loud moan.

It was thick, curved for g-spot stimulation, already lubed and slick. Calisto flicked the remote, starting it on low. The vibrations hummed through her core instantly, buzzing against her clit even before she sank down. "Fuck..." she breathed, thighs trembling as she lowered herself, the dildo stretching her sore walls inch by inch. Fully impaled, she gripped the handlebars, the leather seat cool against her ass. He ramped it up, the vibrations intensifying to a relentless throb, her clit grinding against the nub at the base.

He had gifted her a glass dildo last month on her birthday and many times he used it to fuck her pussy, while pounding her ass. “Put it in your wet pussy and then rub it over your nipples.” He ordered and she did as he said. The moment the cool glass touched her boobs, a shiver ran down her spine. “I need you to fuck me, James.” She moaned into the phone and she heard him take a deep breath and groan. Lucy was so on the edge with the glass rod stimulating her sensitive spots and was taking her towards the sexual peak.

The camera on my laptop was angled just right, capturing the line of my legs and the slight tremor in my hands as I reached into the velvet pouch beside my pillow. The glass dildo was heavy, smooth, and cold against my skin for only a second before my own heat took over. I slicked it slowly, my eyes fixed on the chat box where the username Vanguard sat highlighted in gold. He never flooded the room with messages like the others. He just watched, sending tips that made the screen flash, commanding my attention without needing to spam the feed. Show me how wet you are, his text appeared on the screen, simple and direct. I swallowed, my throat dry as I spread my knees wider, resting one heel on

"I've been thinking about you all day, Big Daddy. I'm such a mess for you." Big Daddy: Don't just touch yourself. I want you to use that glass dildo. The big one. I want to see you stretch. I reached for the heavy, clear glass toy on my nightstand. It was thick, cold, and imposing. I brought it to my lips first, licking the head of the toy with a slow, deliberate swipe of my tongue, imagining it was a real cock. I looked into the lens, my breathing becoming shallow.