Oleg’s Exploding Butt plugs for a really big bang

Oleg’s Exploding Butt plugs for a really big bang

Oleg didn’t look much like a successful businessman or a pervert who took sadistic pleasure from other’s pain. either. He was in fact both. He wore a rather shabby white doctors coat with a screwdriver in the top pocket. His thick rimmed glasses perched on the end of his hooked nose. He just quietly and efficiently went about his business of making specialist sex toys.

Specialist designs not available elsewhere. Dildoes and Butt plugs for amateur smugglers. False breasts and Crack filled Breast implants for the advanced smugglers, Even false Baby Bumps for shoplifters.

But the real profit was in the Arab market. Jihad. Something for that unforgettable bang.

Exploding butt plugs. Exploding dildoes. He especially liked the exploding dildoes. They had to be quite large or so he told his customers. They needed 3 x C cell batteries for the radio, so they had to be quite big round. This meant ladies had to practice before using them. Unless they were sluts.

Oleg paid sluts to test his dildoes. He checked the small ads for prossies willing to put on a show. Lesbians were best. Someone who liked a fist up her cunt, and ass. He loved to watch them wanking themselves, easing two, three, four fingers up and then their own small fist before they eased the big black plastic bomb between their pussy lips. He only tested dummy dildoes, he had a buzzer connected instead of the detonator and made sure the dildo buzzed when he dialled the correct mobile phone numbers in the correct sequence.

It was important to check every dildo bomb casing before it was filled with semtex. It needed to be smooth. It must not chafe but it needed to stay in when the woman walked around. Some times a pair of latex pants would hold a dildo in but then the woman would not be able to walk normally, sexily.

Oleg always said a girl should be able to walk into Miss Selfies with men wolf whistling, do a twirl and then blow the lot of them to dust.

His dildoes were dolphin shaped. Thicker in the middle. Streamlined at the ends. Designed to stay in. Quite often he would test a new design by taking a girl on a bus trip to town with both a dildo and butt plugs up inside her. Sometimes just the shell. Sometimes with a dummy filling.

Oleg’s favourite was a special version which shot a stream of body heat fluid instead of exploding. Sluts liked these. He liked setting them off when the girl least expected it. On a pedestrian crossing. At a Supermarket check out. He loved watching the girls as they desperately tried to resist rubbing their clits as the fluids squirted. He also loved their embarrassment as the fluid inevitably leaked out if them as if they had wet themselves.

The Lady Butt plug was simple, just the biggest shell the lady could actually get up her ass. A hollow shell which could be filled with heroin, gold, a mobile phone or flick knife or semtex. The Arabs bought them filled with semtex with a detonator set to explode when the dildo next to it exploded. That’s why Oleg only made big ones, so some innocent young girl wouldn’t be forced to use one. At least not without a lot of practice and a lot of pain.

Some plugs had a big flange to stop them going in too far. Some were barrel shaped. Each was designed so the user could appear completely normal and relaxed until she exploded.

Once he got exploding and non exploding versions mixed up. He meant to give his girlfriend an orgasm in Freshco in Maitland street. Unfortunately he had miss labelled a semtex filled live bomb as a squirter. More unfortunately she was standing by the paint rack when seven pounds of semtex ripped her apart. This sent a fireball rushing through the store.

Luckily the CCTV was not working. The fire brigade blamed a gas leak. Oleg was quite upset at the time but as he admitted to himself the relationship was going nowhere and he had planned to dump her.