Vicky Stark Glass Dildo Novels & Stories

My cock twitched hard in his hand. “Oh shit… the fuck..!” I yelled as he suddenly pulled the vibrator out of my ass with a wet pop, leaving me empty and clenching around nothing. Enzo chuckled darkly. “Greedy little hole. Already missing something inside it?” He reached for the pink dildo on the side table. It was thick, realistic, with a powerful vibrating function. He coated it generously with lube, eyes locked on mine the entire time. “You are going to take every inch of this while I keep that pretty cock hole stuffed.”

A lingering awareness that hadn’t been there before. Or maybe it had. Maybe she had just stopped pretending it didn’t exist. She stood in the living room, adjusting a vase that didn’t need adjusting. The flowers were already perfectly arranged—white lilies, his preference. She knew that because she had learned every small detail about him without ever being told. That, too, was a problem. Her fingers brushed one of the petals, soft and cool. Fragile. “Amara.” She stiffened. This time, she didn’t turn immediately.

The bedroom was huge and luxurious. Valeria opened a large drawer beside the bed and took out several items. She laid them on the silk sheets: a thick black dildo with realistic veins, a smaller pink vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a pair of shiny metal nipple clamps. “Lie on the bed,” Valeria ordered. “On your back. Legs wide open.” Aurora obeyed. She spread her thighs, showing her red, swollen pussy. It was still dripping from her previous orgasms.

He wrapped his strong arms around my thighs and spread them apart farther, forcing me closer and closer to his face. He pulled the dildo out of my pussy, pulled apart my ass cheeks, and gently placed the head against my hole. I sank my head down on his dick, taking it all inside of me as he shoved the dildo into my ass and groaned against my clit, vibrating it. "Fuuuck, Vicky," he grunted, thrusting his hips up and his cock deeper down my throat. "Your ass just fucking swallows it. Ride my face, baby. Make yourself feel good."

“The result for the first live auction is out. You’ve chosen the plain old fake dick and messy comer for my first product trial. I’ll pause the live auction for a while to explain this product but feel free to contribute to the gifting. At first glance, this toy looks ordinary. There’s not much to say about it apart from the 2-inch girth and 6-inch length that can be mounted on this piston machine beneath my throne. However, this toy has a different hole beneath it that can be connected to a specially prepared fluid dispenser.” Holding the dildo up close to a side camera near her throne, Queenie let her audience in on its secret. Many viewers who were previously disappointed about the most b

“Oh god, it’s swelling up… feels so good, but I need more.” I reach over to my nightstand, grabbing my favorite glass dildo—the thick, curved one that hits all the right spots. “Time to ride, babies. This is gonna be your dick tonight.” I hold it up to the camera, licking the length slowly, my tongue tracing the veins molded into it. “Mmm, getting it nice and wet for my tight little hole.” Saliva drips down it as I deepthroat it a bit, gagging softly. “Guhh… yeah, just like I’d suck you.” I position it at my entrance, rubbing the head against my folds. “Watch me take it all.” Pushing in inch by inch, I moan loudly, my eyes fluttering shut. “Ohhh fuck… it’s stretching me so wide. Ahh! Deeper…

Just need. Now it was nearing dawn. Pale gray light creeping under the blinds. Vicky crawled ahead of him down the hallway on hands and knees, ass swaying, pussy and ass both red and swollen from the night. Mark followed close, cock hard again, slick from her. The dildo was in his hand—veins dark, still glistening from the last round. She stopped in the middle of the hallway floor. Dropped to her forearms, back arched deep, thighs spread. Offering. “One more,” she whispered, voice hoarse from hours of moaning. “Please.”

She opened a drawer on its side with the key, and inside, wrapped in black silk, was a thick double-ended dildo—deep purple silicone, ridged along the shaft, each end realistically flared, about twelve inches long and girthy enough to make my pussy clench just looking at it. She locked the drawer, returned the key and brought the dildo and a bottle of lube back to the bed. “Show me how bad you want it,” she said, her eyes locked on mine. “Lube it up with your mouth first.” I knelt in front of her, and brought one end to my lips. I licked the head slowly, tasting the clean silicone, then I opened my mouth wide and took as much as I could. It stretched my jaw, but I worked it deeper, saliva po

I pulled them out, and brought them to my mouth again, sucking them clean while staring straight at the window. “You like that?” I asked into the night. “Like watching me taste myself? Like knowing how fucking soaked I get just thinking about being seen?” I reached under the bed for the black box I kept there, the one with the toys I didn’t use every day. But tonight called for escalation, so I needed them. I pulled out the thick, ridged glass dildo. Twelve inches of unforgiving smoothness, slightly curved, with a fat head that always made me see stars.

I can taste her tears streaking down. “Don’t get watery in your eyes, Vicky. Get watery down in your pussy.” Vicky Irwin is natural fuck toy. Even if she hurts, she soon gets wet as hell as I violate her deeply. I thrust slowly at first to savor the sensation of the inner walls of her pussy stretched wide open by my manhood. She writhes, so I withdraw a little bit, and then ram myself into her again. “Ahhhh! ”