Girl Toys

By Nick Foxx

Jackie knew that for the next three days she would become his plaything, his property. She was more frightened and more excited than she'd ever been in her life.

She gave herself to him willingly, eager to try something new. He was looking for a girl toy. She wondered did he want her for sex or something more?

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A gasp escaped her mouth before she could stop it and her hands balled into fists at her sides. She spread out on the car seat when she touched her and asked, “Do you know who’s in charge?”
“Yes, Sir. You are," she replied.
She almost lost control when he said, “Good girl.” His affection, his approval sent her heart soaring.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nick Foxx
• Release date: Jul 31, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476275178

Nick Foxx

A diverse blend of music floated through the rooms of Nick Foxx’s house as he grew up. His family listened to and played blues, jazz, folk, gospel, country, rock’n’roll and classical music and they all fascinated him. Late in the night, he’d sit with his father and grandfather while they told stories and sang their favorites.Professors and artists mingled with ranchers and farmers around picnic tables in Nick's backyard to enjoy fried fish, barbecue, and good music as the neighborhood children chased fireflies in the twilight.The music he heard filled his head with dreams of being a professional musician. He played at local dances, clubs, and bars before he could drive. By twenty-one, he had performed for crowds of thousands, heard himself on the radio, and sang on live TV. His music has been used in advertising, film, television, theater, and played in concert halls. Records he worked on decorate the walls of his office and home.Nick began publishing ebooks in 2008 with Anonymous Publishing. While writing under the pen name, Nicky Faulkes, Nick’s work “The Time Of My Life” won the Earth Day Story Contest on Literotica.com and gained him the praise of peers. It encouraged him to keep writing and telling stories.Nick is a semi-retired composer and musician, happily married for over twenty years to a beautiful, loving woman who is the love of his life. Nick’s stories are a blend of his personal experiences and fantasies that merge to bring genuine, relatable characters and engaging tales to the page. His greatest delight is to share the joy he feels creating new work with the people who listen to his music or read his stories.Please contact Nick at: [e-mail] to get the latest on his next project or to join his facebook group. If you liked this book, check out other titles by Nick Foxx at your favorite e-book retailer online or follow him on facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/nick.foxx.108

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. This story contains sexually explicit acts involving consenting adults. It is not intended for minors under the age of eighteen. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Please remember that you’re reading fiction. In fiction, sexually transmitted diseases, unwanted pregnancies, and the emotional ramifications of sexual intimacy are controllable by the author. In the real world, that’s not the case. Please practice safe sex, take care of yourself, and one another. I hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I do writing them.

Girl Toys

By Nick Foxx

Copyright 2012, Anonymous Publishing

Third Edition

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Chapter 1

The white loading zone is for departures and arrivals only.  There’s a ten-minute parking limit in the white zone.  Please move to long-term parking to stay more than ten minutes.  The white loading zone is for….

The recording repeated like a mother nagging an errant child. Thankfully, the heavy, tinted window muffled the noise when he rolled it up. It closed off the plush interior and shrouded the car in total privacy.  His driver, Charlie, turned and said, She should land any minute, Sir.  She stepped out and told him, I’ll collect her and have her back here straight away.

The long, dark car sat at the curb like a coiled snake, completely at rest but ready to dart away quickly and smoothly. He relaxed in the plush interior like a patient hunter, knowing his target would come to him. That’s a good girl, Charlie. Charlie gave the skycap a crisp hundred and told him she’d be back soon. He eyed the bill and the car and nodded his approval before she strode off into the crowd.

It was a beautiful day. He was torn, tempted to step outside and enjoy the beautiful weather, but he valued his privacy. A man of his height and size would be uncomfortable in a smaller car, but he’d had the seating converted so the second row faced the rear. Now he had room to stretch out with room to spare. The second row put the girls who came to visit in a position where he could see their faces, appraise their bodies, and enjoy the view as they sat facing him. 

The breeze outside caught a lock of his blonde hair and he reached back to secure it in the ponytail that hung half-way down his back. Charlie teased him about the touch of grey at his temples, but he never took the bait. His physique had changed little since his teens, and he worked hard to keep it that way. His broad shoulders and thick chest, tapered to the slim waist of a disciplined athlete. The only significant differences in his appearance were his close-cropped beard and the laugh lines around his eyes.

He watched Charlie make her way through the crowd. Despite her petite stature, she was a force of nature. He knew she would bring his latest prize to him.  She had a knack for taking care of things with precision and discretion. Charlie studied a picture of Jackie’s face to help spot her in the crowd. Unlike her boss, Charlie had only seen Jackie’s face, but that would be enough for her to find the striking beauty.

Charlie hadn’t seen Jackie’s long, lean body in wisps of black lace stretched out on a red velvet cushion. She hadn’t seen how the push-up bra enhanced the swell of Jackie’s firm, little breasts or how the tiny thong showed off well-toned legs that stretched all the way from her toes to the inviting V of her thighs. But he had. Every time he thought about that body, his cock stirred. He would wait in a loading zone far longer than ten minutes to have Jackie with him in the flesh.

Jackie wore the same black lace under a trench coat belted around her waist on her trip.  His instructions had been concise. He told her to wear nothing more than a coat over the scandalous black lingerie.  He wanted her ready for him.  During her trip, many had offered to take her wrap. Each time someone did, it reminded her how exposed she was, and each