Madame Butterfly - Sex Stories

Madame Butterfly

... up over the globes of my buttocks and adjusted them for length so that they disappeared up the crack of my arse. The vibrator head was connected to a remote control by cable. I picked this up and switched it to the maximum '5' setting. “Yeeeooow!” I leapt into the air as the brutal vibrations thumped my clitoris! Ten seconds of that and I would be cumming hard, but I wanted to see if I could enjoy it more. I immediately turned the remote control down to its gentlest setting, '1', which sent a steady throb through my pussy. God! I hope this is waterproof! I stood in front of the mirror with it still throbbing away and I admired how it looked on my pussy and with the straps over my hips like a skimpy thong. I put some panties over the top to see how it looked. Apart from the slight bulge at the front, it was almost invisible. I could probably get away wearing tight jeans with this on too. I decided to wear the Butterfly for the whole evening. I remained naked except for the device and walked around my house with it gently throbbing against my clit. I cooked my evening meal wearing it, did some ironing, watched telly, even phoned my mum with the steady flow of juices running from my crack, teetering on the edge of orgasm for hours. I was in heaven. Eventually, at the end of my evening with Madame Butterfly, I turned it up to '5' and she rewarded my patience with a mind-blowing, squirting orgasm which proved that it was waterproof, at least. Next morning, I excitedly dressed ...

... for work. I started with the Butterfly, strapping her into place, and couldn't resist setting it to 'number 1' whilst I put on some panties, bra, blouse and tight jeans. The tight jeans had the effect of pressing the butterfly directly against my clit so that, even on '1', I think I would not have been able to hold back like the night before. I switched it off. I dropped my jeans a little and fed the remote between my legs so that its cable was between my pussy lips (an exciting feeling in itself) and up the crack of my arse. I pulled my jeans up and popped the remote control into my back pocket. I tried to be disciplined and forced myself not to switch it on for the journey to work. As I got to work, arriving at the same time was Jane and my resolve left me. We started to chat in the foyer of the office. The vision of her dropping her mouth over her husband's bobbing cock as the last drops of cum hung from it filled my mind. I pretended to casually put both hands into my back pockets and tried to concentrate on appearing to listen as I switched to setting '1'. The gentle throb, the pressure of my jeans and the object of my lust standing before me sent a rush to my pussy; my hard nipples must have been obvious through my blouse. By the time Jane went to her office my knees were quivering, and I rushed to my office to sit down. Sitting down with jeans on was something I hadn't tried before and it had the effect of rubbing the knobbly part of the vibrator along my crack and clit ...