Table-top experiment - Sex Stories

Table-top experiment

... the vibrator. I wedge it between her inner lips sideways, just under her clit. My left hand works her pussy; right hand works her clit; she works her breasts. The whole cardboard tube is in her. I control it by inserting my fingers into the tube. I use the studs to tease her g-spot. She arches her back. I’m not letting up. I follow her movements. I speed up the dildo thrusts and twists. She wants to close her legs, but I prevent her. She lets out a sexual scream. Very quickly, I stuff my tie into her mouth. She continues to voice her pleasure, but this time without alerting anybody. She begins to kick against my shoulder. I understand this to be “Pull out! I need to squirt!” I ignore her. She gets more and more violent. As I’m ignoring her, I organise certain objects. The wedged vibrator near her clit is still going. I watch as she tenses up hand relaxes her thighs. The water glass is in place, so I pull on the dildo by the condom. She squeezed the dildo so tight that the condom tears. The dildo is stuck inside her, and she is desperate to squirt. She wants to take control. I prevent her; she concedes. She keeps on kicking, and mumbles that she needs to squirt. I rescue the dildo with my fingers. The tube comes out; the condom rolls off and shoots inside. As soon as the tube is out, her vagina clinches. She tenses her thighs for the final time. She begins to fire off her squirts. I catch all of it in the glass. The vibrator holds her lips apart and keeps her going. The ...

... eruptions last for about a 20 seconds. She has nothing more to give. I switch off the vibrator, and fish out the broken condom. I wipe her pussy clean. She rests her hands next to her body, as she pants wildly. I let her to rest for a few minutes on the table recovering from her orgasm. Meanwhile, I notice the reflection of the moon in the half-open window. I move to the window to scan the sky for the moon. However, my eyes find something else. There is a woman who watched us. She is in the office building across the road, 80 to 100 feet away. I can clearly make out her up-market business dress, and approximate her age at 28. She waves. I get a cold shiver down my spine. I try to ignore her, but I can’t… She pulls out a small LED torch from her handbag. Its feint, but I can read her Morse code message. I jot the message down and hide it from Sarah. I feel obliged to use my torch to acknowledge her in the correct protocol. I ask her to move away… then I notice that Sarah is beginning to stir. I start to dress Sarah. I put the panties on for her. Her skirt goes on next. I don’t bother doing up her button at this stage. I lift her upper body off the make-shift pillow. I get her to sit on the table with her legs dangling. I sit in my chair and dress her feet. I stand up and separate her knees to stand close to her. I remove her eye-patches. Sarah stands and gets me to do up her skirt. She has her hands around my neck and gives me a warm kiss. “Wow. Thank-you. I never knew you had so ...