Naughty Little Toy for Him!

Breakups can be messy, but so much fun if you’re naughty enough. And I am.

So when my ex-boyfriend ended things, I just so happened to find his hotter, sexier, older man and gave him an opportunity. I wanted to be his naughty little toy. He was easy enough to find. He was a biker who owned a garage. I showed up there one minute before close wearing a trench coat over naughty red lingerie and my tallest heels. When he saw me, he asked what I was doing there, as if he didn’t know.

“I want to be your naughty little toy,” I answered while dropping my coat. “If you can handle using me and making me all yours.” His graying hair, those big rugged hands, that determined authoritative look in his eyes drove me crazy. I knew he wanted me and when I started playing with my lingerie, flashing my pussy and my tits every now and again, he knew I wanted him too. I was determined to be his naughty little toy. And I was ready to be used however he needed. He took my hand and spun me around before bending me over his bike and swatting my bare ass hard enough to make me squeak. He chuckled.

“You are naughty. You want to be my naughty little sex toy, then you will be.”

I moaned and spread my legs, wiggling my ass at him until he swatted me again. I moaned. “Yes, sir.” He said we had to be fast since my ex would be over soon to help out, but I didn’t care. I was his naughty little toy, there for his pleasure alone. He snapped my thong against my ass and rubbed his erection against my pussy so the zipper of his jeans bit against my thigh. I moaned and begged him to play with me, to fuck me, to own me.

I’m sure he was worked up because he didn’t wait before thrusting deep into me. My legs shook. He was so much bigger than his son, so much better. Then he gripped my ass hard, spanking me over and over as he fucked me. He used me the way he needed and I was a good girl.

I was his naughty little toy, welcoming every bit of roughness.

He bent over me to palm my tits while burying himself in me again and again. He jackhammered into my wet pussy, punishing me for being his naughty little toy and surprising him like this. But I knew then that I got the best part of the breakup. My ex’s dad was so much better, knew exactly how to handle me.

Pulling my hair, he jerked me up as he pounded into my harder and deeper, ordering me to take every inch like a good toy. And I did. I was his naughty little toy and all I wanted was the reward of his pleasure. My legs shook and trembled as I tried to push back my own orgasm to please him. But I was naughty, Sir’s naughty little toy. I came without warning when he pushed me over the edge, moaning ‘sir’ over and over again until he dropped me to my knees behind his bike. He grabbed my hair and fucked my throat.

“Make your sir come like a good toy,” he ordered.

I wasn’t about to disobey. I was his naughty little toy, but toys obey without question. Then I slurped and sucked his cock, trying to make him cum with my tongue and lips. When that wasn’t enough, I welcomed him down my throat. He slammed harder and harder, smudging my makeup as he fucked my mouth ruthlessly. We heard a door shut and my ex’s voice. But I wasn’t about to give up being Sir’s naughty little toy. I sucked hard and gently squeezed his balls, making him cum down my throat. I tried to swallow his cock while I swallowed his cum and he hissed, gripping my hair and holding me in place even as his cock started to soften in my mouth.

He told his son to pull something out of the office and pulled me off his dick. I’d been his naughty little toy and I knew he wasn’t close to done with me even if we had to be done for now. He patted my head and gave me my coat. With a glance towards the office, he swatted my ass and told me I knew where to find him when I wanted to be his naughty little toy again.

I’m hungry for more and am eager to find another Sir to please, the way I was able to be please in Training My Ass! I love being a good girl every chance I get.

Call Bailee 1-888-823-6127