What a lovely bottle

Ann looked the man up and down. He was a college-professor type, in his mid 40's but not yet going to waist, wearing a gray tweed suit and a monocle under his perfectly-groomed hair. The item he'd asked about was so absolutely stereotypical.

"It's Persian, seventh century: the reed wrappings on the bulb were replaced in the eighteenth, and the cork seal on the stopper is early twentieth. It was originally part of a set of three, but the other two have not been seen in some years. What attracts you to it, if I may ask?"

"I would have to say the stopper. Wide-necked Persian bottles with stoppers in the shape of nudes are quite a rarity, and the effect is subtle enough that it adds to my décor without drawing away from it. I have a few friends that will definitely look twice."

She named a price and he paid it, then carefully placed the glass treasure into a velvet-lined box and presented it to him. "Remember to keep it clean."

Professor John Stevenson, Dean of History from the University of XXXX, took his treasure to the spare room on the lower level that he used for preparing artwork. Under the work lights the bottle was possibly even more wonderful, though a bit of restoration was in order. Not just a Persian bottle with an erotic stopper, but a triple nude! The fool at the shop had let it go for a steal. He would have to re-wrap the base; the Philistine who'd wrapped it totally ignored the subtle texture of the lower nude on the bottle's base, and a proper wrap would just begin to reveal the contours of the two intertwined nymphs on the base. In the seventh century it would likely have been highlighted in gold leaf, but that was long since worn away.

In preparation for a thorough cleaning and restoration he pulled the stopper. His nose was assaulted by a particularly dreadful Edwardian-era potpourri. He sighed; this gem should have a trace of fragrant oil the teased the nose, not an entire Panzer Division of floral blitzkrieg. He checked the cork seal on the contoured stopper. That would have to go too, mostly because of the stench it had absorbed.

He examined the stopper; the inside shape was disturbingly reminiscent of a butt plug, and the woman sculpted atop it had her green glass head thrown back in an orgasm face that left an impression that she was climaxing from humping the stopper.

Three days later the bottle was clean and ready for re-corking and re-wrapping. The solvent bath had eaten away the dust and residue, and most importantly the stench, and left a beautiful masterpiece of dark emerald glass with faint blue marbling.

John's second examination revealed even more. The neck of the bottle was contoured and fluted, with small ribs and nubs inside. Its mouth was vaguely reminiscent of labia, which set John's mind working. The neck was about the right width, and he'd really never take this chance once the restoration was done, but it looked like it would be just about perfect for another type of stopper...

It fit perfectly. He seated himself on a soft mat on the floor in case his hands slipped and he should drop it, but that wasn't really a risk. The glass had a fairly tight grip on his shaft, allowing just enough slide to tease him with its contours. It felt more tantalizing than even his highest quality sheath masturbator; he could only gasp and sigh as he slid the bottle up and down his cock. He got to his knees and pushed the bottle in and out, finally gushing his semen into the bottle and shuddering in an intense orgasm.

He pulled the bottle off his member and set it gently on the map. Maybe he could delay cleaning it for a little while. Maybe that stopper would make a good butt...

"AHEM!"