Romote Control - Sex Stories

Romote Control

... were a couple of male customers and a bald headed guy behind the counter; all of whom stopped and stared at her as she quickly located the sex toys section, grabbed a pair of love eggs from the rack and took them to the counter. "You will enjoy these", the guy at the counter smirked as he took her cash. Back in the car she let out a big sigh of relief at having accomplished her task. She spent the evening wondering what her next instruction would be. It finally arrived the next morning. `Insert the eggs before leaving your apartment'. Already showered and dressed she returned to her bedroom and retrieved the eggs from her knicker drawer, rolling them in hand a few times before hitching up her tiny skirt and laying back on the bed. Her cunt was already wet at the prospect of the latest challenge and it took only a couple of strokes of the cold plastic orb along the length of her wet slit and around her clit before she had a massive orgasm as she slowly pushed the first egg into her dripping cunt. The first egg effortlessly slipped into her and she felt the cold plastic pushing against the walls of her cunt. The second egg was held tight against her cunt lips by the short cord connecting it to the first and in no time it was buried deep within her body, nestled against its twin. Slowly and a bit shakily she stood up and straightened her skirt. The motion of the eggs rubbing against each other as she walked sent a shiver of delight through her and her cunt began to tingle with ...

... anticipation. At work she struggled to concentrate. Every fibre of her being was focused on the sensations that were coming from the eggs moving deep inside her cunt. It was excruciating pleasure, she longed to bring herself to climax but knew she should not until instructed by her distant master. Walking around the office was the most erotic torture. Feeling the eggs working deep inside her naked, wet and horny cunt as she walked between her co-workers desks drove her wild with excitement. At one point she had to rest by the photocopier, afraid that if she walked any further she might not be able to stop an orgasm overtaking her. Andy, one of her colleagues, noticed something was up. "Are you OK ?", he asked, "you seem kind of distant". "I'm fine", She replied, "just a little tired I guess". "Too much sex I guess!" Andy was a real flirt for a guy. He was not bad looking, in fact he had quite a well toned body, but she could not find herself attracted to him because of his boyish attitude and constant innuendo. "Some hunk keeping you awake all night?" He continued. She just ignored his comments. Andy looked over his shoulder to check no one was nearby before moving closer and leaning over her with his hand on the wall behind her, and leering into her ample cleavage (it was a braless Wednesday). "You know", he whispered, "if you need me to keep you awake at night you only have to call". "Forget it Andy", She responded as she ducked under his arm. "Frigid bitch", he muttered as ...