Toys galore

There, tucked in between some clothes, you see a thick black rubbery cock. A big one, ten inches at least, and with veins and everything. ‘You’re kidding me…’ you think and looking over your shoulder, to convince yourself that you’re really were alone, before returning your full attention to the supermodels suitcase. Pushing aside some clothes you get a better look at the huge toy, pictures of Bar spread out using the toy flashes in your head and you lick your lips at the thought.

Recovering from the initial shock at this discovery you push aside some more clothes to get a good look at the fake dick. Made to look as life-like as possible the dildo is complete with a fake scrotum and at the bottom a suction cup is attached. A something catches your eye beneath the fake dick you grab it, feeling the soft surface, and picks it up to see the items below.

“Jeez, what do we have here?” you mumble seeing what the, apparently very naughty, supermodel has got in her suitcase. You see a couple of tubes of lubricants, a small bullet-like vibrator a good 3-4 inches you guess, a small butt plug and a pair of furry wrist cuffs. “No way!” you gasp as you pick up another item, tucked away at the edge of the suitcase: a whip! - A flogger to be more precise…

Kneeling, your body tense up as you hear a noise. Thankfully it just seems to be the wind but sitting in front of the models luggage with a fake cock in one hand wouldn’t be a situation you’d want to be caught in. So you quickly put the toys back as you found them before putting the clothes into the case and shutting it. Before leaving you have to adjust the bulge that has formed in your pants, hoping to make it less obvious until it goes down again.

Taking a deep breath to collect yourself you step back out onto the beach. ‘Who would have thought?’ you think as you walk down the beach, heading for the place where the shoot is underway, you mind still creating images of Bar playing with her toys, ‘Snap out of it, man!’ you will yourself.

As you reach the far edge of the beach, where the landscape change into a rocky shore, the success you’ve had in thinking non-sexual thoughts turns out to be wasted as lying on a large rock at the edge of the water is one of the most beautiful sights you’ve ever seen.

Sitting there is Bar, her hands flat on the rock behind her, her back arched and breast thrust forward, the material of the top stretched. The light green halter top fits her very nicely, ‘almost anything would’ you think, and so does the matching bottoms which is tied with bow on each side.

As you watch her pose, twisting and turning for the camera, the producer Mr. Wilson comes over to you.

“Mr. Walker!” he say, in a booming voice, “Glad you could join us… now regarding your sleeping arrangements, we’ve got a couple of suites on the boat... the master suit for the star of course?” he smile.

“Yeah, that’d be great…” you reply, having a hard time taking your eyes off the new main attraction on the island.

“Ha, I’ve been here for hours… didn’t think the view could get any better, but… huh?” he grin as he see you glancing over at Bar.

“Yes, it’s beautiful…” you mumble and watch as Bar, now on her knees, turns her back to the camera and looks over her shoulder.

“Sure is” Wilson say in a low voice, enjoying the view too.

Your eyes scan the naked lower back of the supermodel and onto the skin tight green scrunch bikini bottom. Tied at the sides it hugs her round ass perfectly and is shaped almost like a green heart on her ass. Images flash in your head again as you remember all the toys she has brought with her. Kneeling on the floor to take her fake cock or maybe presenting her round behind for you as you whip her with her flogger…

“Huh?” you snap out of your thoughts as Mr. Wilson says something.

“I said we can go over the final details on the boat after this… shouldn’t take long, and I’m not looking to miss the next setting!” he grin.

“Umm, sure!” you **** a smile as you nods your head, ‘Kind of a pig this guy is…’ you think.