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With his guidance, Toy got into position, face-down on top of the cart, the odd shape fitting the shape of her body as if made for her. Feet on the rests. Her hands were moved onto the small of her back and were secured by soft cuffs on her wrists.
He moved around her, taking a seat on one of the available stools, then rolled the cart forward. One gentle hand lifted Toy's head, the other opened her mouth; the cart rolled forward again, and a warm, soft object slid between Toy's lips.
Toy's head bobbed, lips and tongue working at their intended function as the owner ate his breakfast, grunting occasionally at the pleasant sensations his Toy gave him. The bowl was soon set aside, and the rustle of a newspaper took the place of the clack of a spoon. His hand moved to the back of Toy's head, taking control of her movements. His hips began to move in time with her head, and he gasped with the pleasure he was receiving.
He released her head suddenly and got to his feet. The cart spun 180 degrees at his touch, and he hit the pedal to lock the wheels. His hands took hold of Toy's hips, and this time it was her lower lips that enveloped what he gave her. A gasp of pleasure escaped Toy's lips. For him, not her: a Toy did not feel anything. He drove himself into her over and over, steadily increasing both speed and force until he was grunting with the exertion. Toy made more sounds for his pleasure; the wet sloshing as she lubricated the opening he was using, the slapping as his body smacked into her firm bottom, the rising grunts and moans from her mouth, sounds to increase his arousal. Toy began to twitch, her whole self shaking as he continued to thrust, grabbing a handful of her hair for leverage. Her mouth fell open as her head jerked backward, and she let out a loud howl. Her pussy clenched onto his invading organ as she shook and spasmed for his pleasure, and he drove into her one last time, expelling his breath with a gutteral sound as he lurched, coating her insides with his emission.
He patted Toy's head affectionately as he withdrew, taking a moment to wipe her clean -- he was always fastiduous about taking such care with his Toy. The cuffs were released, and his strong arms lifted her off the cart and placed her carefully onto the swing where she rested comfortably while he tidied up after breakfast.
If a Toy had opinions, this one would have expressed a fondness for the swing. The soft embrace of the swing itself, the feeling of floating as it moved around the room. The greater feeling of closeness when he stood between her spread legs to use her for her intended function, which he did frequently, moving the swing around the room to entertain himself while taking care of other tasks. Again she shook and groaned for his pleasure before he filled her a second time, once again taking a moment to clean her up. Toy rested for a while after that, caring only that she would be useful to him again. She clicked the small device in her hand at one point, signalling that she needed tending; for a Toy, she had some unusual needs, and he lifted her out of the swing and led her to the bathroom to tend to those, before returning her to her proper place.
More crunching of gravel in the driveway, and then voices at the entrance. Visitors for lunch, it seemed. Toy rested in the swing, ignored for the time being, as conversation surrounded her. New sounds in the kitchen; lunch prep was under way. Or perhaps.supper. Toy had no need of such distinctions, but she had already been in use for some time, and it had actually been closer to lunchtime when he had unwrapped her before making breakfast. Yes, this was definitely supper being prepared.
Two of the voices moved outside, with talk of "starting the grill". The third stayed next to her. Toy had more needs, in order to have energy to perform her function. He spooned a quantity of food carefully into her mouth, followed by a straw between her lips to replenish fluids. When he judged that he had given her a sufficiant amount, he once more loaded her onto the cart, and then wheeled her outside to join the others.
She waited with the endless patience that only a Toy has as the sounds of eating and conversation went on around her. At last, the unfamiliar voice asked if he could "try"; a moment later, someone stood in front of her, and Toy's mouth opened to accept what was given. He was less practiced than her owner, seemed initially unsure how to properly use her, but he caught on, stroking gently into her mouth to accomodate her limited head movement. He grunted and tensed up, pausing briefly as she heard him address her owner. "May I?" Receiving an affirmative, he resumed his movements, and Toy opened her throat as he twitched and spilled a generous deposit into her mouth.
The sound of more movement, and the cart rolled across the patio. Toy's head was lifted gently, and then her face was placed on...something. Warm. Soft. Moist. A smaller, gentler hand on the back of Toy's head provided direction. So this was what her tongue was for! She licked at the warm wetness in her face, as a woman's light voice cooed encouragement. Toy licked and sucked as she was able, tongue and lips getting coated with the woman's own wetness. Voices again. Footsteps. Hands on her hips as her lower half was once again put to use. She instantly lubricated that opening for him, emitting a loud, but somewhat muffled sound for his pleasure, continuing to lick as he pumped steadily inside her. She shook forcefully, gasping from the effort of pleasuring from both sides at once. A sudden yelp from in front of her, and Toy's face was abruptly coated in wetness. Her female user lifted her head away from the area she was pleasuring, and slid off her seat. The spot she vacated was soon replaced, and once again Toy's mouth was filled.
Toy's two users were moving vigorously now, as deep into their pleasure as they were inside her, and once again she shook and moaned for their pleasure, almost to the point of stopping her function with her mouth, but she was a good Toy, and she persisted until she took another load into each opening, as both her users groaned at almost the same time. A gentle hand with a moist cloth wiped her face before the cart was wheeled back inside, and he placed her carefully back into the swing.
Toy's lower opening was slowly dripping what had been unloaded inside; she still needed to be cleaned, and that was soon tended to. Not by a cloth this time, but by a tongue. Toy did not need to be pleasured, of course, but she gasped and twitched for her user. Muffled moans and rhythmic slapping sounds indicated the owner of the tongue was also being used; the woman licked and sucked enthusiastically as she groaned out her own pleasure. Toy was licked clean by now, but the woman continued. Toy threw her head back and screamed, her whole body shakin violently as the woman did the same, a deeper-voiced grunt indicating that she was receiving a load from her own user.
More movement, as the tongue was removed and Toy was once again filled by one of her users. The guest, as various sounds indicated that her owner was otherwise engaged with the other visitor. And one final time, Toy shivered and cried out for her user's benefit, and was once again pumped full of sticky wetness while the voices across the room reached their own crescendo, and then fell silent.
Voices moved toward the door, and then were gone. Toy was lifted out of the swing, and carried to another room. She had been thoroughly used today, and was in need of an equally thorough cleaning. The tile was hard under her feet, and the blast of water was cold at first, before adjusting to a rejuvenating warmth.
The blindfold was carefully removed, a hand over her face holding her eyes closed; he wasn't done with Toy yet, wouldn't be until she was propely tended to. Gentle hands lathered her hair, lovingly running through her locks as he rinsed her. Her back, her shoulders, scrubbed clean of sweat and fatigue. Gentle but impersonal hands on the breasts, a soft touch across her mound. Down her legs. Every inch of Toy's skin washed clean as the hot water cascaded over her.
The water stopped. The blindfold was replaced as she was carefull towelled dry and led out of the bathroom. He sat her on the edge of the bed, carefully drying and brushing her hair before laying her gently between the soft sheets and climbing in beside her.
The blindfold was finally removed, and I was lying safe in my husband's strong arms. I spent a few quiet moments enjoying his embrace before rolling over to face him. Our lips met wordlessly, and we wrapped around each other, tongues duelling as we enjoyed the deep full-body contact. I rolled him onto his back and straddled him, and as I sank slowly down onto his cock, all the stimulation, the arousal, the pleasure of the day was mine once again. The orgasms came easily as I rode him, crashing over me with a blazing intensity as I cried out repeatedly with my own voice until at last he expoded deep inside me and we collapsed, both utterly exhausted, into each other's arms.
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