Toy Shopping With Gemma

This story continues the adventures of Sara, a young Australian banker recently relocated to London. It can be read as a standalone but if you want to know more about Sara and how she met Cindy, Gemma and Robbie start with my story The Garden Party

Sara had been in London for 9 months now, her social life had opened up thanks to 'H', his family and friends, she'd started playing sport again, joined a rowing club and was having fun toning up and occasionally competing, though she didn't have time to commit to all the intense training. She was having too much fun; she had much better, much naughtier things to do with her evenings.

It was Cindy who had really taken her in hand. She'd become a good friend and now Sara found she had her own glamorous, cool, sexy wardrobe an amazing selection of beautiful lingerie and some stunning shoes.

Not that anyone at work had noticed. The world of international finance was intense, and she tried to keep herself professional in office hours. Sensible suit and blouse, blonde hair tied back, very little make up, severe glasses. The men on the banking floor had no idea about the slinky silk and lace encasing her firm ass or the occasions when she'd wear the pearl panties to keep the day "interesting" if she knew it was going to be a dull one.

There had been a couple of occasions when she'd realised her professional demeanour was slipping as the pearls in her thong did their work, rubbing her folds and stimulating her clit as she sat at her desk trading bonds. Everyone was wearing headsets and was busy in the noisy environment so wouldn't have picked up on her tiny sighs and groans as she adjusted herself in her seat. But she'd have to disappear to the ladies' room to finish the job the pearls had started, fingering herself vigorously until the flood of pleasure swept through her body.

Then she'd remove the pearl panties and slip on the more sensible Brazilian cut knickers she kept in her handbag and with a contented glow return to her desk. Newly invigorated after her orgasm she often made the best deals and suspected the other bankers thought she'd disappeared to snort a line of coke. If only they knew!

Bankers she'd decided were amongst the most boring men on earth. Despite there being some good-looking men around they were so dull, just one topic of conversation; how to make more money! And while it was intense she'd realised that most of them where winging it. Once you understood the systems it was just complicated gambling and being a country girl from Australia if there was one thing she understood it was gambling. Back home they'd even bet on the outcome of two flies crawling up a wall or the chances of meeting a kangaroo on a morning run.

Hence she was doing well, making enough to afford the rent on a nice flat in Notting Hill, buy some pretty clothes and to tuck some away for the future. Because it was the future that interested her now. Once this secondment was over in a couple of years she would have enough saved to return to Melbourne, ditch banking and do something she was really interested in, which would be opening a lingerie and toyshop in Melbourne.

The silks and lace, straps and frills of beautifully made erotic underwear and sculptural sex toys had entranced Sara ever since that first party where Gemma had shown her the delights of NOA and the pearl panties. She'd realised a woman's life didn't have to be muted, it could be thrilling even when no one else knew what you were wearing, maybe especially when no one knew!

Aristocratic Gemma had opened the door that sunny afternoon, but it was seasoned Londoner Cindy that led her through one Saturday shortly afterwards.

"Darling Sara" she'd chirped on the phone "I know Gemma was going to take you shopping but something's come up, or maybe someone's cum up her, I don't know, you know what she's like, but anyway don't fret your gorgeous head I'm stepping in and we're going to have a day of fun at some little places I know that you'd never find on your own."

Sara was about to say something about how excited she was but didn't get the chance.

"Oh, do say you'll still come sweetie, we can have cocktails at a secret bar I know and maybe Robbie can join us for dinner, I know he's dying to see you again. I think you rather left a mark on him back in that summerhouse!"

Which was how she's found herself jaw agape wandering the aisles of beautifully crafted underwear and exquisite toys at Dur et Doux that summer's day in Camden Town, a part of London she'd never visited before.

They'd already been to Agent Provocateur in Soho where Cindy had encouraged the perky Australian to try on and purchase a number of pink, purple, red, blue and black panties and bras that were bewilderingly expensive but looked so amazing on her full breasts and rounded ass.

In the quiet of the plush red velvet changing room, hung with ornate gilt mirrors Sara had loved the way the subtle lace designs seemed to emphasise her curvy figure. She could have spent hours admiring herself in the mirrors, amazed at how hot she looked, but Cindy had said there would be more fun to be had later.

"Believe me darling, you look wonderful, I can barely stop myself from ravishing you, however if we pop up to Camden, I can show you some things that will really take your breath away. Now let's get these pretty little scraps of lace off you"

With that she'd crouched down in front of the tall Australian, slipped her fingers into the edges of the flimsy purple gossamer lace panties and peeled them down Sara's long tanned legs.

Finding herself in just the right spot she poked her tongue out and licked Sara's glistening pussy from bottom to top, parting the younger woman's lips and quickly swirling her tongue around Sara's exposed clit.

"Oh my god, No!" squealed Sara, the quick hint of pleasure jolting through her body. "We're in bloody public!"

"I know darling, isn't it thrilling?" trilled Cindy giving Sara's pussy another long lick, tasting her enticing dew on her tongue.

"Look how wet you are though, and OMG how hard are your nipples, they're nearly making a hole in that sweet little bra"

Cindy swiftly stood, faced her prey and clamped her mouth to a prominent nipple, sucking it through the lace, her right hand slipping down to Sara's pussy to agitate her clit a little more.

"No, no, no, please" hissed Sara "Not here, please."

Cindy relented, looked Sara in the eye, winked and gave her a kiss on the cheek leaving a smudge of lipstick.

"Okay sweetie, it is very naughty of me" she purred "but if you remember I still owe you from the garden party. But tell you what, just to say sorry I'll get these bits for you, I don't think we can put them back on the rail after you've made them so delightfully wet!" She chuckled and slipped from the changing room, leaving Sara to compose herself.

Back out on the street, discreetly branded bags of underwear in hand, Sara was still a little bewildered. Her own pale blue cotton thong was now back on but was soaked through with excitement and she could tell her nipples were making dents in the simple floral summer dress she wore

"Oh, by the way, I got you a little pearly thong too," said Cindy as she slipped her arm through the taller girls, "you seemed to enjoy Gemma's so much at the party, and I firmly believe no woman should be without one."

She hadn't said it quietly and in the bustle of shoppers a few turned their way, amused or shocked at the indiscretion as Sara's cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Cindy gave a peal of laughter though, beamed a radiant smile to the world, pecked Sara on the cheek and then threw her hand in the air shouting,

"Cab, cab" as she chased a black taxi to a halt.

Sara paid no attention as the streets rushed by and Cindy chatted away. She was trying to compose herself but the ache in her core was almost overwhelming, she was desperate for relief after the warm tongue on her pussy and kept squirming in her seat, hoping her juices weren't dripping through her dress and onto the seat of the taxi.

She was vaguely aware that Cindy was talking about how she and Gemma, the aristocratic beauty who had changed Cindy's view of her own femininity, used to work at Dur et Doux and how they would get up to all kinds of naughtiness with each other and sometimes with willing customers.

Looking up Sara noticed that the cab driver was paying keen attention to the story through the screen and seemed not to be paying complete attention to the road in front of him.

"And then you'll never guess what," Cindy was saying "Gemma produced this lovely porcelain dildo and without a by-your-leave proceeded to show the customer exactly how it should be used..."

Suddenly the cab swerved alarmingly throwing the two women into a tangle in the middle of the bench seat, only the seat belts preventing them from ending up on the floor.

"Sorry girls" shouted the driver back to them in his east London twang "cat in the road!" but Sara had seen him staring open mouthed in the mirror as Cindy's story unfolded and he'd clearly been paying more attention to her than the road.

But that wasn't what was troubling her now, in the commotion she'd ended up clutching Cindy's right boob while somehow her own dress had become rucked up and she was sitting on one of Cindy's hands.

"Oh my!" exclaimed the older woman softly "this is unfortunate." She turned to face Sara whose mouth was already partially open in surprise and kissed her tenderly while wriggling the index finger of her trapped hand along the length of Cindy's soaking gusset.

Sara gasped, squeezing the breast she was holding feeling the nipple tighten and grow beneath her palm, eliciting a small groan of pleasure from Cindy as their tongues tangled together, and for some reason she no longer cared that they were in the back of a cab, she just wanted the relief of a finger in her cunt.

"Make me come, Cindy, make me come, please" she whispered urgently into the other woman's ear, hiding her face in Cindy's neck as she felt an experienced finger probe inside the edge of her panties and sink into her hot snatch.

"Oh, fuck yes" she murmured squirming on the digit probing inside her, small darts of pleasure pulsing from her groin, but she realised it wasn't going to be enough. The position was too awkward for both of them, "I need more" she hissed into Cindy's ear.

"If that's what you want my darling" purred Cindy, and within moments she'd removed her probing finger, wrapped her arm around the blonde Australian and leant around with her other hand, slid it up a quivering leg and into her soaking knickers.

Sara was nestled into Cindy her cheek still in the joint of her neck and was still clutching a heaving boob in her hand, but now she was free to spread her legs and allow Cindy to curl two fingers into her slippery tunnel. She felt a thumb start to rotate on her clit as the fingers inside her curled to her G-spot and she gasped as a relentless rhythm sent sparks of joy through her body.

"I'm going to make you cum quickly, sweetie," whispered the red headed English woman and with that darted her little finger towards Sara's puckered anus, slipping just inside helped by the copious lubrication streaming down the blonde woman's inner thighs.

Sara nearly shrieked, no one had ever touched her there but the combination of fingers thrusting into her pussy, rubbing her clit and penetrating her arse, quickly removed any doubts as she felt the power of an orgasm rising within her.

She was like a time bomb rapidly approaching detonation, all her focus on the joy flowing from her groin into her nerve endings. And then suddenly she felt the finger slip all the way into her bum and she exploded, clutching on to the other woman for dear life while she came harder than she'd ever come before, riding the hand that was bringing her joy and sobbing with pent up emotion.

The taxi driver had refused payment.

"Don't you worry about it, ladies, I ain't never seen nothing like that in the back of me cab. I'm off for a ham shandy!" he shouted before driving off grinning from ear to ear.

As she wandered between the rows of sensual Chantilly lace thrilling at the skimpy playsuits, plunge bras, corsets and beautiful panties with their silken straps and decadent embellishments, all designed purely with sex in mind, her thoughts wandered, wondering what it would be like to get fucked while wearing the panties with no back and the bra that was just a triangle of straps to hold her tits up without covering them.

A new surge of moisture slipped from her swollen pussy as she fantasised about wearing this beautifully erotic underwear staring at herself in a mirror while riding a lover's thrusting cock.

"Sara, Sara darling" the words came as though from another world "Sara come on you're miles away." Waking from her erotic reverie she realised Cindy was at her side.

"I'm sorry Cindy I was daydreaming" she gave a contented smile.

"I could see that sweetie" Cindy looked her in the eye and winked "and I have a pretty good idea what you were thinking!"

"Which is why you need to come with me. Calista the manager is an old friend and she's set aside a room for us to have a private viewing of their latest toys. There's a couple of things I haven't seen yet and after that episode in the cab I'm like a cat on heat!"

With that she grabbed the bewildered Australian by the arm and guided her to a discreet door behind the tills, sharing a complicit smile with the elegant woman behind the counter as they entered.

The room was wood panelled with velvet and silk drapes covering the ceiling, the lighting was discreet and there were a number of velvet chaise longue and comfortable armchairs scattered around a low central cherry wood table. Opposite the door was a wall length cabinet containing row upon row of sculpted objects in silicon, porcelain, glass, steel and even wood, each designed to bring tumultuous pleasure to their user.

"Oh my god, Cindy" squealed Sara "What is this place? Look at all those things, I mean what the hell? Some are obvious, like a dildo is a dildo right but I just can't work out what some of them do or where you'd even put them!"

"My darling Sara" purred Cindy, taking the younger woman's arm and guiding her to an armchair "this is both the testing room and I guess a museum." She twirled around waving an arm at another larger cabinet on their left.

"You see when the girls started this place, they decided they'd keep one of every sex toy they thought was good enough for their clients, so those shelves on your left are full of things that have helped Dur et Doux clients to cum over the last 25 years, you'll see how primitive some are, while on the wall facing you is what is now available to make the modern woman vibrate like a building in an earthquake."

Cindy giggled, "I bloody love this room, I'm dripping just looking at those things. Over the years I must have tried just about everything in here, so my dear little Sara your luck is in."

"What do you mean?" Sara looked worried "I can't possibly work my way through all of those," she hesitated "um, objects, I don't think I've got that many orgasms in me!"

Cindy sat beside her, draped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into her arms.

"Don't you worry my darling," she whispered, "I've selected just a few I think you'll enjoy, here on the table, look."

Spread discreetly on the table were five distinct toys.

"Now sweetie, I know we're not all the same and what makes me cum, might not make you cum, so I've gone for best in class for a variety of things that suck, blow, vibrate, rotate, thrust and rub. Believe me I can recommend them all, and of course there's an old favourite just there the bespoke porcelain dildo I was telling you about earlier, why don't we start there?"

For some reason Sara felt a little embarrassed, she was being offered the opportunity for endless pleasure, the chance to cum like she'd never experienced before, but was hesitant.

Cindy moved around in front of her, lightly placed her hands on her shoulders, kissed her tenderly and whispered in her ear.

"Don't look so worried sweetheart, I'll make sure you're safe and very, very happy." With that she applied some pressure forcing Sara to sit in one of the plush armchairs.

"Here let me help you." The voluptuous redhead dropped to her knees crouching in front of Sara and slid her hands up the outsides of the younger woman's thighs. "I'll get you started."

Sara looked down to see her panties being peeled from her body, the wet gusset clinging to her slick folds and coming away to leave a string of viscous lubrication, that was rapidly swallowed by Cindy's eager mouth which then attacked her cunt the moment her panties were gone.

Sara gasped and the rational part of her brain shut down just as she felt two warm fingers enter her and start to slide gently in and out, curling to find her G-spot. She cried out in delight as Cindy's hot tongue found her hard clit and started a relentless rhythm.

"Oh my God Cindy, Oh my God..." she repeated the mantra over and over as the warmth began in her toes and the throbbing started in her womb.

"Darling I think you're ready now," mumbled Cindy from between Sara's quivering thighs and with barely a moment's hesitation the thrusting fingers were gone, and Sara inhaled sharply as a very hard, very thick, slick instrument slid an inch or so inside her.

Cindy probed further with the porcelain dildo, sliding all 8 inches slowly into Sara. She looked up to watch the younger woman's face, seeing her bite her bottom lip, her eyes closed as the ceramic phallus penetrated her. Cindy smiled to herself, Sara looked both beautiful and quite, quite depraved, but her own needs were getting urgent. Ever since the incident in the taxi she'd been gagging for relief and while she continued to plunge the dildo into Sara, she snaked the fingers of her other hand below her skirt to touch her own slippery clit.

"What do you think?" she panted as two of her fingers curled up into her hot hole, prompting a new stream of lubrication to drip from inside her.

"I don't know" gasped Sara "it feels too hard" she grunted again, "I mean it's pleasant, but it's not yielding enough. I mean I think I could wank all day with it and it would be lovely and everything, but I don't think it would get me off."

"Oh, darling I'm so sorry" panted Cindy by now frigging herself furiously, "we'll find something better for you. But do you mind then...?" she left the question hanging as she pulled the slick porcelain from Sara's pussy, licked it's length and wandered to one of the chaise lounges.

In one rapid movement she slipped out of her dress, revealing just a black and red lace bra with two prominent nipples thrusting hard against the flimsy fabric, then spread her smooth, pale legs wide and thrust the beautifully decorated ceramic cock, that just moments before had been deep inside Sara, into her own soaking snatch.

"Oh fuck," she hissed, "I fucking love this thing."

Sara watched on, lightly circling her own clit and wondering which toy she should try next as she watched her friend plunge the sculpted dildo rapidly in and out of herself, marvelling at how something she hadn't found so pleasurable was bringing such obvious joy to Cindy.

"Here it comes, here it comes." Cindy moved a hand to her left breast, tugging a cherry red nipple through her bra as her movements increased in speed. Then for a moment she stopped, opened her eyes and released a loud yelp her body shaking as though the dildo were pumping electricity into every nerve.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" she panted, "Oh fuck, oh fuck that's so good." She slid the hard dildo in and out a few more times, vibrating as she did so, then looked directly at Sara with a massive grin.

"Honestly darling, I really do love this thing," she panted "but your pretty little pussy must need something different." She pulled the dildo all the way out, her inner lips briefly clinging to the toy before popping out to expose her gaping pink tunnel. "Let me get my breath back," she panted looking Sara in the eye "and then we'll see which one of these bad boys can make you a happy girl."

But Sara's eyes had settled on a strangely shaped burgundy red object, resting in a moulded glass tray in the centre of the table, she bent to look closer.

"What the hell do you think this is Cindy?"

On slightly shaky legs Cindy stood and came over to stand next to her friend, casually wrapping an arm around her waist.

"My, oh my" she breathed, "it certainly looks interesting, must be new, Calista must have selected it."

Sara reached out and picked the object from its receptacle. It more than anything resembled a small squid, with an oval body surrounded by frills and 4 dangling tentacles. It felt warm in her touch and seemed to be moulding slowly around her hand.

"It feels like it's alive." She whispered huskily and looked at her near naked friend.

"Look, there are some instructions." Cindy picked up a small card from the glass box.

"Place the red sensor on your right temple." She picked up a coin sized patch and placed it on Sara's head above her right eye, a small light came on the moment it touched her head."

"Oh my, it just throbbed in my hand" whispered Sara, intrigued and excited.

"You better take that dress off sweetie, I reckon we need you fully naked." Sara did as she was told and stood proud and magnificent, breathing heavily as she felt a wave of desire sweep from the top her head to the tips of her toes. She shuddered as involuntarily her nipples grew hard and a stream of moisture lubricated her pussy.

"Fuck" she breathed the one word very quietly as she felt her normal senses evaporate.

"Now, lie down, rest the IntimAI on your stomach and close your eyes."

Sara did as she was told, almost collapsing on a chaise longue, and placed the now glowing object on her stomach, closing her eyes as she did so. For a moment nothing happened.

Then slowly a tentacle came to life, snaking its way down towards Sara's thigh, another crept upwards brushing a nipple but making its way to gently caress her neck just below her left ear.

"That's nice" just a whisper from Sara as the body of the object moved, rippling down her tummy, sending small flutters through her. It rested on her pubic mound, the frills rippling along her labia, making her smile and draw breath, then something new as though a delicate finger was just grazing her clit.

She sighed deeply and then one more tentacle arose and wrapped itself around her left nipple, simultaneously rubbing and tugging lightly. The machine continued these various movements for a few minutes, stimulating her erogenous zones and sex organs, building her to a state of exquisite warmth and tension. She didn't realise it but she was softly moaning, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as pleasures rippled through her nerves.

Cindy watched on barely daring to breathe, enthralled, she'd never seen anything like it, the sex toy seemed to be organic, stretching and shaping itself to reach and probe the exact places that would bring Sara the most pleasure.

The tentacle stroking Sara's thigh moved upward, inserting it's point into her slick opening prompting the young Australian to spread her legs wider. As it moved in further it warmed to her own temperature and swelled to fill her, rippling in pulsating waves until it reached the exact intensity to bring her maximum pleasure.

All this time the sensor on her forehead had been getting brighter, glowing more intensely as Sara's gasps and moans increased, sending instructions from her subconscious directly to the machine, letting it know what worked and what didn't, learning as it did so, remembering for the future.

The pulsing in her pussy, the pressure on her clit, the vibrations around her lips, the tugging and rubbing of her nipples. Sara was close, moans and gasps becoming louder, then the fourth tentacle came into play snaking past her pussy applying a little pressure to her perineum stroking gently for a few moments before circling its tip gently around her sensitive puckered rosebud, then in a flash bringing a loud groan as it entered rotating firmly just inside her anus.

Standing over her Cindy was transfixed, she'd never seen another women look so completely absorbed in sexual pleasure. Her own nipples were taught with desire, her pussy dripping with lust as she grabbed at a rabbit on the table beside her, quickly ramming the vibrating phallus inside herself as she continued to watch the tension build in Sara.

The tentacle in her bum as though in response to her innermost thoughts swelled to fill her anus picking up and alternating in rhythm to the one throbbing in her pussy. She clutched at the seat back, arms over her head as the intensity of rippling and sucking increased to her clit, limbs growing rigid and tense, her back arched, the machine applied the coup de grâce, squeezing hard on her bullet like left nipple sending the final blast of electricity to her core.

She screamed, a loud groan of pure ecstasy as a stream of juice squirted from her pussy high in the air covering the toy and her thighs which like the rest of her body had gone into a prolonged spasm. Tensing, quivering and wailing, guttural gasps of pure elation escaped from her joyous mouth.

"No, no, no, no, oh God, oh God."

A prolonged sigh finally escaped her lips as her body went limp and the toy slowly extracted itself from her body.

Later in the discreet rooftop cocktail bar of an even more discreet London hotel the two friends had discussed how the tentacled toy knew every erogenous zone and could sense exactly what Sara needed at every moment to bring her maximum pleasure.

Both women had purchased one, much to the satisfaction of Calista, tucked away in velvet lined boxes in a beautifully designed bag. But Sara admitted that she was apprehensive about using it on her own, worried that she might pass out or become addicted to its powerfully delivered, intuitive orgasms.

Robbie had arrived while they were sipping their Martinis and Cindy had described how the day had unfolded, leaving him visibly aroused and uncomfortable, but tohis visible despair both women had declined the offer to continue their sexual adventures with him.

"Just tonight darling." Cindy had said "My thighs are a quivering wreck and poor Sara is completely fucked, despite not seeing a cock all day," she laughed "to be honest I think we've both used up today's orgasm allocation. Now be an absolute sweetie won't you and order us an Uber and just maybe I'll let you see my new toy in action in the morning."

Sara who was beginning to doze off, smiled quietly to herself. She really did like living in London.