The New Toy - © Saqui 2010

The New Toy

It was a Friday night, just like any other Friday night. The week had been a long one with just a bit
more stress than normal – with deadlines missed. Oh the woes of a manager. But tonight was my night to cut loose. Tonight was my night to un-cage the wild beast within. I rushed out of the office exactly at
5:00, not even pausing to wave goodbye to my staff. They could tell I was on a mission, they knew not to ask.

I stopped by Pleasure Island in West Hollywood. I just wanted to pick up a new toy for my new adventure. During the drive, my mind wandered to what I would buy.. would it be the nipple clamps for the lover? Would it be the strap on? Would it be a new vibrator? Hmmmmmmm so many choices.. so many…..

Got to the store and walked in.. the young pierced clerk lifted her eyes from behind the counter and
gave the nod of familiarity. I glanced at the body stockings.. and picked up a pair of crotch less
panties.. purple.. hmmmm.. they looked like they would be perfect under the dress.. yes.. their silky
texture, with just a hint of lace on the edges.. nothing to bind or get in the way. I handed them to
the clerk to hold while I looked around a bit more.

She buzzed me into the ‘back room’ where the really “special” toys were kept. The heavy smell of fruity lube hung in the air. There was also a lingering burn in my nostrils from all latex and rubber. I knew my way around and had no time to waste. I found just what I was looking for.. of course it was purple, my favorite color. I left the room and handed the clerk a $100 bill to pay for my purchase. As she placed the items into one of those non-descript black bags (you know the kind that scream alcohol or adult toy store) we chatted a bit about how my piercings were healing.. and she gave some advice about my new toy..

I giggled and thanked her and quickly got into my car. My crotch was already starting to get that familiar tingle and I could feel my panties begin to get hot and moist. It must have been the thought of what I will do with that toy.

I was happy to get home and shed my office clothes, freeing myself of all the office worries at the same
time while allowing my body to feel the air of home. My nipples immediately erected as I released them from their bondage of the bra which held them captive for over ten hours. My hands instinctively caressed them gently, begging forgiveness for the pain. Sofly teasing the sore nipples with feather-like touches. They were so hungry for touch.

There was an obvious rise in hot moist air when my panties were slid away from my crotch. I cupped my left hand to try and contain the heat and a smile came across my lips.. yes.. tonight.. yes..

I brushed right my hand over my left breast..feeling the erect nipple and the nipple ring stimulate my
palm.. I pinched the nipple and twisted the bar.. hmmmmmm.. I want .. I want.. I want.

I needed to get ready for the night.. but I had to take time for the shower. I walked through the house to the bathroom, not bothering to dress, because no one else was there. The windows were covered with the wispy white sheers and if someone dared to look in, they would definitely get an eyeful. The house was set back from the road, so there really wasn’t much of a chance. But still I hoped that someone was looking. No time to put on a show, because the night seemed ever so promising.

The shower felt so wonderful.. hot water cascading down from my curls… down my neck.. down and across my breasts…. Like two seductive waterfalls.. I wanted to have someone there with me..
rubbing them.. drinking the water from my nipples.. sliding down between my legs.. washing every part of my body.. But I sighed.. still alone.. it was only a fantasy.

I carefully used the razor to trim away all pubic hair which might hinder the events which I hoped to
unfold that night.. smooth is always best. The room filled with steam and the air became too heavy to breathe.

I finished my shower and was cleaned and ready for primping. The first thing to put on, of course, was to be the body lotion. Always take care of the details. The lotion was cool and had just a hint of the scent of my favorite scent, amber paste. I had added a bit of sparkles.. it always made me feel so carefree and wild. My special potion, the one that only I can mix. The one that reminds me of earth. Of animal lust.

My clothes were laid out on the bed and in no time I had pulled on my new crotch-less panties, and then the thigh high stockings.. to be covered almost completely with my thigh high black suede boots. I
looked at myself in the full length mirror. Hmm what a site! Purple panties.. black stockings and boots.. my breasts still free and my hands again reached reached .. one for my crotch and one for my breasts.. yes yes yes.. tonight.

I reached into the black bag that I just brought home and took out my new toy. This is going to be fun fun fun ! I opened the package and took the necessary steps of cleansing and placing it for use later that night.

I found the small black dress to be shorter than I remembered, but the tightness across the top made it
possible for me to go without a bra. I hated having to bind them in bras, hiding their fullness by day. This dress was just right and held them in place just perfectly.  I pulled on my long black fingerless gloves, then my black leather collar and lastly my black velvet shawl.

My hair and makeup were next. Being sure to not use too much, (I hated the smear of mascara that happens with good hot sex). My curls were cooperating and just fell flawlessly, framing my face. I chose the reddest lipstick I could find, to define my lips. To call out to be watched.

I  could not help but smile as I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror before leaving out of the back door. From head to toe I was dressed for the hunt. My breasts were showcased and lifted by the laced bodice. The tall boots and high stockings peeking out from under the shawl gave me the look I was trying to achieve.I was ready and it was time to go. On the hunt.

I got in my car and headed south, cranking up the most appropriate cd, Nine Inch Nail’s Closer. Not quite sure where I would end up. The cloak of darkness was already in place with the assistance of the new moon. All I had to do was wait for an exit to call to me…

I had become lost in my thoughts and snapped out of it just to see Irvine Spectrum Drive. I swerved to
escape the building traffic ahead. I followed the road to the bright lights of the hub of activity.
Parked my car and sauntered into the center of the action.

I walked past faceless crowds.. scurried past couples and strollers. I could feel myself being called by some unknown force. Then it hit me. The sounds of laughter came in waves. I followed and found myself in Dave and Buster’s.

I could feel the eyes of the men lined up at the bar, as I entered the pub. The doorman could only pretend to look away, but I felt him staring at me as I seductively brushed past him, sighing deeply and
pressing my breasts against his rock hard solid chest.

I slowly ascended the stairs and found a stool all alone in the crowd, with my name on it. I straddled
the stool, feeling the cool breeze rush by my bare hot wet crotch as I slid onto the leatherette seat. I opened my legs to gain balance and rubbed my exposed pussy onto the seat.. smiling secretly from the pleasure I received, from the thoughts of the pleasures I was yet to be given.

There was on my right a man in a suit, of which I had no interest. He smiled at me and I just turned away. On my left was a man with jeans and a black long sleeved casual polo type shirt. His eyes were
incredibly enticing. His lips held a slight curl and he barely smiled as his gaze dropped to my boots and then followed the line of my stockings, up my thighs. I lifted my dress slightly, with the brush of my handbag, unassumingly, just to give him more to look at. His eyes widened and I could hear a slight gasp. He tried to conceal his excitement by licking his already parted lips. But I knew. I knew what stirred in his mind.

He offered me to buy me a drink and I accepted, graciously, being sure to lean forward and let him
get a peak of the top of my breasts as I gently whispered thank you into his ear.. my lips kissing
the lobe. My breath caused an obvious reaction as he let out a tiny little moan.

Grand Marinier was one of my favorite seductive drinks. I liked it served in a shot glass, because instead of sipping it, I liked bring it to my mouth and letting the liquid pool on my lips. The sweet burn feels so good when it is licked off that way. When the glass is empty I like to lick every drop I can reach with my long tongue, eventually sticking my tongue to the bottom of the glass while rimming the top with my lips.

After about the third shot of Grand Marinier I was beginning to feeling a bit anxious. I wanted to be sure this was going to work. Time was running short and this called for drastic measures. I strategically ‘dropped’ my purse between our stools.. and when he did the gentlemanly thing of retrieving it for me, I made sure that my knees were opened in his direction giving him a clear shot of my clean shaven prize. A bit of perspiration formed on his brow and he struggled to hide the bulge in his jeans with my
purse. The purse of course had opened and all the contents spilled out. He began to hand them to me..
my wallet, my lipstick, my keys and a remote control.

Of course he commented.. why a remote? I asked him to inspect it carefully and to try and figure it out. He turned the dial and when he did I jumped up a full two inches off my bar stool with a clearly audible gasp and moan. He turned the dials some more and watched me writhe in pleasure. It finally hit him that the remote was affecting ME somehow. Maybe his senses were dulled by the alcohol. Maybe he was pretending not to know and just wanted to hear the words come from my red lips.

“This remote control is a new toy I picked up today. Can you guess what it controls?” I blurted out. He
stood there, eyes bulging, slack jawed and could only point to the place between my parted knees. “yep!”

I asked if he were a gambling man and if he would care to place a wager. He of course was a puppy dog in heat at this point and would have done anything to feel me against his bulging crotch. “I tell you
what.. if you can make me cum. Right here. Using only this and only your words, I will leave this bar with you.. and if you don’t, well I will take home that guy over there” (pointing to the man in the suit that has been watching this whole scene unfold).

The game was on. He began to twist and fumble with the dials watching me smile and smirk and write and get a bit flushed. After about 15 minutes (his brain functions were slowed by the obvious flow of blood to other regions) he asked.. just how am I supposed to know when you are cumming?”

I burst out in a laugh heard by even the bartended… “but hon, the only way to know for sure if
a woman has cum is to reach your finger inside her pussy and taste!”

I scooted close to him.. my left knee lifting up to press against his ass.. grabbed his left hand and
guided him to my dripping wet pussy. His slid his index and middle finger inside me.. wiggled them a
bit, feeling me deeper and deeper.. I could feel my contractions close down on his fingers.. could feel
my juices . hot and sticky cling to him as he slid in and out.. then with a slight pop, he pulled them out
and lifted them to his lips.. sucked them. And smiled..

I pulled him close and covered his lips with my own, licking the cum from his lips and tongue……

He triumphantly whispered: “ grab your bag, you are coming home with me.”

The Faire Virgin © 2001 Saqui

The Faire Virgin © 2001 Saqui

Now.. before you being to read this story, I have to explain to you that a faire virgin is usually not really a “virgin”, it just means they have not been a participant at a renaissance faire. If any readers have been to faire, you can only imagine what goes on behind the scenes with the actors.

This story is about an actual virgin at faire, and explores the darker side of anonymous sex at Ren Faire.

Saqui arrived at faire just as darkness began to fall. Costumed and ready for the heat of the night.

Her spirits were lifted as familiar faces magically appeared from the crowd. As always, alcohol was free flowing. Morgan, Cuervo, Red and white wine, and even her favorite ale, Guinness were al there, just for the asking. She was saving her thirst for later. One by one, she greeted friends old and new; not yet finding the object of her desires for the night.

After hour parties were in the making. Women dressed like fairies were wandering around in the dark, their moods elevated to the surreal pitch by the drone of the techno rave sounds screaming speakers placed on center stage.

How odd to see a Renaissance Village transformed to a wild party after hours. Some people still in regular street clothes, some dressed like fairies and some like Saqui, still wearing the traditional garb of a peasant wench.  

Saqui liked the way the bodice held her amble breasts in place. She loved the way they looked all plump and ready for fun. The full skirts did a fine job of hiding her round body, because the lacings pulled in her waist and pushed up her breasts. This look flattered her.

Fog lights compelled Saqui into the throbbing crowd which had gathered in front of the large stage area. A fairy woman beckoned to Saqui, tempting her with an odd shaped primitive looking bottle. Saqui answered the summons and wandered over to see what the prize was. pirate’s rum of coconut. The bottle was corked in a way unseen before and Saqui needed help to get it open. The woman gladly offered assistance. She held the bottle above Saqui’s face and let the coconut flavored pirate’s rum dribble onto her tongue, lips and overflow down her chin.

She savored the sweet burning crystal clear fire water as it warmed her belly from the inside out. The owner of the bottle reached to Saqui through her eyes… and beckoned her to dance and be free.

Saqui resisted, she knew what she wanted this night and it was not going to come from a woman. She nodded her thanks and gave a short curtsy and skittered off back into the crowd.

She glanced over and saw a former lover with another and a pang of jealousy surprised her with its spark. But then it was gone as she remembered why she left him for another. Her mind drifted to their last physical encounter. There was no shortage of orgasm for Saqui as the lion hearted lover was very proficient with his hands and tongue. However, there was no “grand finale”. He was incapable of fulfilling her quest for the perfect lover. Fell short, you might say. And so therefore, she decided she must continue her quest for the ever elusive Adonis.

Once more her eyes were caught, but this time by a young looking man. He was dressed in a loose fitting renaissance shirt, it looked rather new, so he must not have been one of the regulars. He was so energetic, dancing and bouncing around the dance area. Their eyes met and he approached her, never breaking the gaze.

For a moment, they found themselves drifting off together, even though in reality, their feet never moved from the place where they stood. The music played on, but all they heard were each other’s soft voices attempting to probe and find a common thread. Sexual tension was thick that night, and encased them like a dark fog.

They wandered away from the main party into the cloak of darkness offered by the night. Laughing and kissing and touching, they were each invigorated by the freedom of expressions allowed in this setting. Saqui and the boy came upon several small groups huddled together, presuming to find a connection to end each other’s loneliness. More alcohol flowed and was shared by everyone they encountered.

The alcohol clouded all judgment and Saqui became wildly desirous of touch and taste. She warmly kissed any boy they came upon. She kissed them one after another, her thirst rising with each mini-encounter.

Her head swam with visions of fantasy, as she dared to think about inviting these men to pleasure her at once?

Nay not. Not tonight.

Reason crept into her from some foreign voice, from somewhere deep inside telling her a very strong- NO!

Saqui took her young boy by the hand and left the company of others. They were giggling and having fun, as only two lovers in the dark can. The boy mentioned a tent and in no time he and Saqui were on their way. The lured of the light was enticing and driven by her thirst and huger for pleasures, she followed the young man in.

She had accepted his invitation of a warm and friendly tent, but made no  promise. She should have been more reluctant. She should have thought it out. But how could she have known? Her judgment was totally impaired by the libations: the rum, the tequila, and of course, the Guinness.

They entered the tent and no sooner did they enter, did they begin stripping off their clothes. Laughing and giggling, kissing and touching. His  kisses were soft as velvet. His probing fingers seemed to know exactly how to rise her excitement.

Saqui was no longer able to control herself. Moans of pleasure escaped her throat. No matter how hard she tried to suppress them, each plunge of his fingers and into the crack of her wet juicy womanhood, caused her to get closer and closer to the edge.

He began to taste her fruit. He tried to please her, but was a bit lost. It was the deepness she craved and desired. She needed the pressure against her button to release the tension. She gently took his hands in hers and showed him what she wanted. She him how she wanted it.

She reached over to see if he was ready. He had reached his fullness and now she wanted to feel him inside herself. His cock was hard and thick. In  fact, one of the thickest she had ever felt. It was so flawless, so smooth. Erect and beautiful as only the young can achieve.

Saqui finally consented with the consummation. She opened her legs to welcome him. In his haste, he fumbled in the darkness and almost brought the tent down on himself. This only hampered his movements a bit. Saqui could see the roof of the tent rock to and fro as each plunge of their bodies forced to soft sides of the tent to sway, as if in a wind storm. Laughter during wild sex, if done right, is only more invigoration, as long as you have the right partner.

Three times, he was able to fill her lust. Three more time he was able to bring her to smothered screams. Wetness dripping from her cunt as she climaxed over and over again contracting on his ever so hard shaft.

She begged for him to enter her forbidden area, to fill her from the back, which was so rejected. Saqui was one of “them”. One of the really dirty girls that when she was hot, there was no stopping her. As long as she was taken to the edge, she was willing to do what it would take to push both herself and her partner to territories unknown.  

He at first was reluctant, but gave in and tried. To her surprise, his cock was too large to enter. If he forced it, pleasure would be gone for both of them.  He felt her disappointment and to fill her desires, he used his fingers to drive Saqui over the edge. They fell back into exhaustion.

The dawn broke and their nakedness seemed so natural. So beautiful. Saqui was a bit hazy from the night before, not so much from the alcohol, but from all the sex. She looked over at her partner and began to study his body. It was then she realized he was just a boy. She hung her head in shame as she remembered the words he whispered to her in her fit of passion: “you are my first”. Those words burned her ears now and burned her heart. Tears could not be held back and she realized once more – that was not the one for her. She escaped the secrecy of the tent, feeling more exposed than ever. 

Monday. Moan.. day.

It was a typical Monday.. meetings all day. I was exhausted from leading the meetings. Just another day in the life of an executive.

Everyone comes to me, looking for direction. That is what it’s like to be the boss. But then, in the middle of some crisis the phone rang.

I answered. It was you.

I welcomed the interruption and shooed my staff out of my office.


The sound of your voice lifted me to another world. You were not saying anything out of the ordinary. Just telling me about your weekend and how busy you had been all day.


I asked you to wait a moment and put the handset down on the top of the piles of papers on my desk. I got up and gently closed my door. I turned the bolt and heard it snap into place. Now I was alone. Alone with you.

I settled back in my chair and picked up the receiver. I cradled the phone between my ear and my shoulder. How I wished it was you I was cradling. How I wished it was your hot breath I could feel on my neck.

I reached down and pulled up the skirt of my grey wool suit. I was sitting behind my desk and even if anyone looked in the small window on my door, all they could see would be my upper body. They would not know that my skirt was up around my waist and my hand was down between my knees. I gently caressed the sensitive skin on my inner knees and tenderly grazed my thighs with my finger tips, unconsciously, of course.

My knees parted a bit more and I was surprised by the warm moist air which escaped from under my shirt.

I was becoming aroused. I listened to your voice in my ear, but my brain did not comprehend the words. All I heard was your soothing tone. I could almost feel your breath through the phone. Soft sounds of breath as you spoke. Little sounds that carried me further and further from my office.

Sometimes I heard the unmistakable sound of you sliding your tongue across your lips, during the pauses.

Occasionally you would ask me a question and my only response would be a gentle umm hmmm. You were used to me being distracted while in the office, but I am sure at that moment, you had no clue as to what it was that was distracting me. You probably thought I was lost in reading some mundane reports, or analyzing the monthly financial reports.

Little did you know what was that was calling my attention.

At that point, I could feel the juices begin to trickle out of m
y wet lips. They were seeping through my panties and pooling on the leather seat. I was glad I had pulled up my skirt, no need to soil my suit. My womanhood began to throb and swell.

I had to find a way to quench the burning desire.


My fingers hesitated.. I was at work, after all...I have staff which could walk up to my door at any time and peer in.


You did not guess what I was doing, not at first. You only heard me speaking slightly softer than usual… pausing a little more than normal before responding.

It was not until you heard the slight gasp and groan, followed by the sound of sucking that you began to suspect that I was touching myself. I wonder if you knew I had just licked my tasty juices from my fingers. The salty sweet scent and taste which has no equal. You know how much I love my taste, almost as much as you.


My right hand was back under my skirt, before you could even say anything. You sat there in silence and listened. My moans were getting a bit louder and I had trouble controlling myself. My thumb was strategically placed on my swollen clit, applying the needed pressure for my orgasm; my forefinger and middle finger buried deep inside my hot and wet pussy.


I started to rock my hips to and fro in a slow and steady rhythm; while burying my fingers deeper and deeper.


My breath hastened slightly and my voice became weaker. I could feel a slight blush coming across my face. My cheeks were hot and my neck began to perspire. I could feel my long curls dampen with my sweat.


My nipples were getting erect, which was a tell-tale sign that I was about to come. The lace of the bra was stimulating them in such a way that they 
ached from the pain/pleasure sensation.

I began to chant your name over and over - with each thrust of my fingers - with each gyration of my hips.


The pleasures mounted with each slight movement. I was about to cum. 

I  began to moan.

At first it was that faint deep moan that comes from the lowest region of the pit of the belly. Then it moved to the lowest part of my being. A part so deep, so removed from the physical. It got deeper and deeper and seemed  to come from some other being which had possessed me; like the moan of an animal mating in the wild. 


I come hard on my fingers.

I come hard on my hand. 

I come hard in your ear.


It took awhile to recover from the shaking. The heavy smell of sex fills my office and lingers on my hand and fingers. No matter how much I suck and lick. No matter how much I try to wipe them off. I still smell that animal scent.

… and it makes me moan.