Friday, August 14, 2009

Hi Hi Pinki

The girl's husband had been away for a week and it was with pleasure that she saw him standing there waiting for her car to arrive. The girl whisked him up, took succor in his admiring comments of her appearance, and smiled as he directed her to the 'house of sin' that resides close to their local airport. Perhaps, that is where they all reside, close to airports. The girl didn't know.

They had been there before, and last time, the girl was shy. She was not interested in the assistant's efforts to help her, and kept her away by radiating her aloofness. Not too many people got past that barrier if the girl had it firmly up.

This time, the girl was prepared to engage. She knew what she wanted. She wanted a new butt plug; a bigger one; a challenge. She wanted to try a silicone one and the assistant directed them to those, showing them this and that. But,the girl had switched her off in her mind. She had found what she wanted. Her husband gave the assistant a few other items, they became "members" and off they drove again for a lovely dinner together.

Later, the next day, this girl took her new friend out of the package, washed it tenderly and stored it in the bathroom cupboard. Unlike "the black guy", this was a little more stocky, broader in the middle, and pink. It looked delectable but meaty.

It was tempting for the girl. Knowing her desires, her husband thought to insert it for her, but he became worried. Perhaps, it was too big. The girl shouldn't fuss today. Pinki was washed again, and stood in a soap dish by the sink.

Each day, pinki greeted the girl as she washed her hands, or brushed her teeth and it was not long before this girl was motivated to try again. But, pinki was a challenge and she was a little fearful.

One evening recently, this girl was committed to having pinki inside her and she allowed it to push and push against her, patiently waiting for it come to rest. Just when she thought it was not possible, she felt it "grab" and she was shocked; so shocked by the sensation that she fought with the plug. It was trying to invade her body and she fought for her life, pulling out before the plug took over. It was a narrow escape.

Yet, this girl was deeply disappointed. She was so close and yet so far.

A day and half later, her resolve was evident. After pounding her body at the gym, tired, into her bedroom she went, locked the door, placed down a towel on the carpet and gathered the new pink plug. She braced herself, relaxed her breathing, and surrounded the pink plug in lube.

With a sense of control over her destiny she began to place the plug into her asscunt until she felt it grab. She felt the pull into her, the pressure build inside of her, and with conviction, she pressed it further into her, until it sat tight.

She was overwhelmed, speechless, and deeply immersed in her physical sensations. She was in the foetal position. She was gathering strength to proceed. Soon, the sense of invasion passed. She made it comfortable; welcomed it. She suckled the plug. Eventually, she felt ready to move out of her crouched position. Her arousal was well in place and the pull on her body made her want to move. She sat down on the plug and smiled. It felt gooood. She rocked from side to side. That felt even better.

The girl began to arch her body, involuntarily. She felt her pussy cunt throb. She touched herself and found herself soaked in juices. She had a desperate desire to fondle her breasts and off came her exercise top and bra so that she could caress them. They felt big and firm and soft to her touch and she was lost in the sensations.

She wanted more. She rubbed them now against the carpet on the floor and as she did so, on her fours, she longed for more cocks. Two holes were unfilled and that wasn't right. She thrust out her body, front and back.

Her eyes were half closed as she stuck out her tongue looking for something to suck but no cock was available. Frustrated, greedy, she bit the skin of her hand; sucked it. She felt some relief.

The girl thought not with her head but with her instincts; her inner wants and needs. She craved to have all her holes filled; all of them, at once. Images floated into her brain; a cock in front, a cock behind; three cocks. She was swimming in a desire so bawdy, so lustful, so sinful and decadent she had no thought for anyone or anything but her own deep, dark desire.

She had been transformed. She was no longer a girl. She was a fucktoy.

"Hi Hi Pinki!"
"Hi Hi Mister. What can I do you for?"

3 comments:

  1. What a pity i'm not off work for another six hours!

    What can i do? The chef needs all the carrots!

    Oh Vesta! Naughty girl!

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  2. Clemmi: You're reading my blog while you are meant to be working? So, whose the naughty one?

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  3. LOVED the "narrow escape"! It does feel that way sometimes, doesn't it?
    I'm jealous, tho'. I'm still working on my new one.
    It's just a Highly Uncooperative Plug. (HUP)

    Jz

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