Madame Butterfly - Sex Stories

Madame Butterfly

... making me gasp out loud. I had to turn it off to get some control back to my day. The day carried on with me wearing my toy switched off but everytime I moved, the rubbing sensation was exquisite as the knobbles ground against my clit. I had lasted till well into the afternoon when Jane strolled into my office, wearing the same dress that I had seen cum-splattered in the DVD recording. It had obviously been cleaned... but was that a faint stain I could see, or just my fired up imagination? I reached into my back pocket and switched to number '1' while we chatted, and leaned back in my chair. The throb from the vibrator was being matched by the throb from my clit. My panties felt wet and getting wetter by the second as I chatted nonchalantly. I was getting desperate now. She was driving me mad standing before me like that. In the end.... “Would you excuse me, Jane? I have something cumming up I need to deal with urgently." “Okay,” she said with a smile, and skipped out of the office. That was my cue to turn the remote up to '5'. The buzzing was just about audible but I didn't care as the brutal vibrations swept through my sopping wet gash and clit. The orgasm hit me and I let out a squeak which I tried to hide by pretending I was sneezing as the convulsions of my orgasm swept through me. I had to turn it off or I would have kept on having orgasms without control. I leaned back in my chair to get my breath back and made a note to myself that wearing jeans was a bad idea. There ...

... was a distinct wet patch down there. I disappeared to the ladies' room and, in the cubicle, dropped my jeans. My panties were soaked through, the small amount of pubic hair I keep was matted and wet and my lips were flapping wide open and dripping. I was feeling so sensitive that even a drying dab of toilet paper made me flinch. I put the vibe back in place with some spare dry panties over the top and resumed my place in my office. Again, sitting down made me flinch. I tried to concentrate on my work, but the feeling of the butterfly kept drawing my attention and in the end I had to switch it on. I set it to '3' this time, the silent but punishing mode. I sat at my desk enjoying the throb on my clit. I could feel my clean panties now as wet as the last pair as the juices ran down the crack of my arse. I was enjoying this sooo much as I teetered on the edge of orgasm for quite a long time. That was until I saw Jane again outside my office. The vision of that pretty face rubbing all over her husband's cock and balls as she gripped his arse cheeks. His cock rubbing across her face, behind her ears, under her chin. Then the moment she pushed him away but still holding his buttocks, his cock inches from her face. The twitching of the shaft, the swelling of the purple head, the eruption of cum which splattered her across the face and hair. Another eruption over her dress and tits, and finally, taking his still throbbing shaft into her mouth. This was too much for me. The orgasm hit ...