The bell jingles as the door opens, the toys outside were enticing, but the store inside opens your eyes. Though it is a small shop, it manages to cater for as many different fetishes as you could imagine. One wall is dedicated for the ass, dildos, inflateable, lockable, ejaculating, big ones, small ones, tentacle which move on their own. Two walls are dedicated to slavery, collars, gags, blindfolds, chastity devices, with various magical training features, sensory deprivation masks, automatic rope, that last one's behind the counter.
A lot of devious looking stuff is hidden away behind the counter, the worse one tells you, "Welcome Sir." with a mischevious grin as she leans over the counter, staring into your eyes with her green orbs, arms folded and nails painted a shiney black. Dressed in punk clothing, her collar could be a part of the fashion or a statement of her sexuality.
Without realizing what you're doing, you both begin to flirt, then you're out drinking with her, at a club in the sky, and before you know it, you're at her place, being pulled in by her silk, cold hands and making out with her on the sofa. With your mouths locked, her unnaturally long tongue twists around yours, her fluffy, wet lips, gently stroking your lips, and nibbling on your ears. Hands go down below, fingers squeeze into your cheeks, returning the favour, you reach up her skirt and feel something cold and hard.
"Listen babe, I can explain"
Standing up, you can see a shiney, black, flaccid penis where her vagina should be.
"Babe, I should have told you, I'm sorry babe"
She stands up to, her skirt covering her dick, once again.
"Listen, I know this is hard to hear, but I'm a man, or I was a man, I don't really know babe"
Feet patter closer to you, she stares down at you.
"We had a good night, didn't we babe? And you're obviously in to me, this doesn't change that, babe."
Warm hands are placed on your cheeks, warming your face.
"Ages ago, I experimented with chastity, and I couldn't get it off, and now we're here"
Staring into your eyes again, she strokes your face gently.
"We can still have fun, I'll do anything for you. You're my babe, babe."
Pushed into her breasts, she strokes your hair and whispers, "I'll show you, let's go to my room"
Again, led by her hand, she brings you to her bed, the room is dark, but you can see an assortment of cuddly toys with their arms out stretched on her bed. Guiding you again, she brings your head to her mouth, gently biting your tongue, smiling. Both pairs of hands glide over both of your bodies, then hers glide over your chest as lips tease your cock. Warm comfort ripples through you, filling you with glee, as her tongue glides up and down your dick, from the very bottom, to the very tip.
Gradually, she brings you to the brink, keeping you on the razor's edge of orgasm, ready for her face to be coated, if she were to let you, your balls would pulsate and clench as a thick load of white cream spurted out onto her smooth, sinister face.
"I want to try something babe, it's something I know you like."
With a final kiss on the head of your cock, she brings her head to yours and and slowly strokes your sides, from your hips, past your waste, tickling your armpits and wrapping her fingers round your wrists. With a slow, deep kiss, she whispers in your ear, "why else would you come to my shop?"
Guiding your wrists, she lets her fluffy toys hug them with a click. Tormenting your armpits with tickles, you're helpless. With a few more kisses on your nipples, she stands up and goes over to her desk.
"I've got a few toys here that they don't let me play with at work." drawers slides, out comes a tube and a strap, it's hard to make out in the dark. Floorboards creak as she approaches you, putting the tube down next to your leg, and bringing her hands around your neck. The cold strap is wrapped around, there's another click. Her hand goes to her crotched, squeezing her balls, her cock begins to inflate.
"You know, I don't feel anything from this, I do it for you." Picking up the tube, her other hand twists around the end, she pours a shiney, white, liquid on her shiney, black, cock. Lifting her knee, she straddles you, bringing her warm face closer to yours, sticking her tongue in your mouth, and withdrawin it only to thrust her fingers into your lips.
"You need to relax, babe"
The fingers trace your anus, slowly she starts to put more and more pressure on it. Relaxing, the fingers slip up in to you. Slowly she twists the fingers in and out, in and out, in and out, eyes locked, all the while. With one last, vulgar, thrust, she swaps her finger, with her rock, hard, cold, wet, dick. Just the tip at first, then out, then a tiny bit more, then out again. With every inch she gets inside you, another wave of warmth and comfort washes over you, leaving you tingling. It's half way in, so big and wide, but stretching you out in such a nice, comforting way. In and out, in and out, in and out. With each thrust, you start to feel her cold, black, balls slap against your ass. Every thrust, the slaps get louder, and so do your moans. Every thrust, her hands get further up your legs, closer to your ankles, bringing them higher in air.
Warm, soft, fingers wrap around your wrist, pulling them with every thrust of the cold, hard cock plunging in to your body. Every slap you feel against your ass, there's another one soon after on your stomache, which begins to feel wet. Slowly, semen seems to drip out the end of your cock. Thin strands, connecting your belly button and the tip of your dick, deform with the slaps, but manage to stay intact.
