Freya and the Micro Part 5 - Sex Stories

Freya and the Micro Part 5

... Ben. “These are volunteers and we like to call them our cricket girls," Doc introduced them. Ben was so self conscious he didn't even get the first one. They were of different ages and none really looked like Freya. Ben to wondered how he was going to judge expressions and reactions. Doc assured him he would get the hang of it. The first lady was obviously the youngest. She was very buxom and quite smiley. Ben found her to be slightly annoying. This was after all, serious work…wasn’t it? The three of them adjourned to a smaller room where she reclined on a vinyl sofa couch, kicked off her booties and slipped her hands in the side of the coveralls. Ben and Doc worked from a lectern and Doc handed Ben the transmitter, “Tap the marble bag icon.Touch the tip of the stylus to resume and five field-types pop-up,” Doc was clinical, “Touch the intensity on the first field and it adjusts left to right. It's just like reading." When Ben did this the marbles spilled out of the icon bag and rolled across the screen bumping into the opposite site and scattering. “Um,” Ben’s concentration was broken by the sound the volunteer made after he slid the bar to the right, “Whoa!” The volunteer's response indicated Ben was too quick. The volunteer sat straight up and Doc quickly tapped on the device, “Okay, start over and go much slower. We are not launching a rocket. You want marbles to roll slowly and bump into, not ricochet off the side.” Ben made a couple more minor errors before the buxom ...

... lass was moaning and making erotic pleasure sounds. Ben was suddenly aware he had an erection. Doc to dismissed the lady and directed her to summon the next, “She’ll go home and spank the monkey and later she will seduce her hubby. Hope she makes it home without a side trip,” Doc was obviously pleased with the device. The reactions from the following two were even more pronounced. The new transmitter was a powerful tool. Deege previously told Doc she was not sure if this was a good thing. She thought it might be an electronic Pandora box. She was afraid Ben might use it like a weapon and reminded Doc of Lord Acton’s missive, “Power corrupts.” Doc reminded her they had never seen Ben do anything domineering or controlling. Two days later the tech guys finished combining Ben’s phone with the remote transmitter. It emitted a mild three note advisory when Freya had an orgasm. Sound could be shut off when silencing the ringer. Ben became an instant voyeur, a spy, an instigator and a virtual peeping Tom. He also began to feel slightly guilty but curiosity overcame his guilt by the time Ben got back to his office. Ben put the phone transmitter on his desk and stared in contemplation. His world had gone upside down in less than a year. Ben had been catapulted from one sexual extreme to another and he was an emotional bus wreck. Years of frustration gave way to planning now that his closest friends gave him a tool to extricate himself. Freya transformed from a sex hating spinster wife ...