Romote Control - Sex Stories

Romote Control

... she walked away. By the journey home she was exhausted. The constant arousal all day taking its toll and the desire to finger her clit and bring herself release through orgasm had left her with a strange feeling of being outside the real world, like she was just gliding through reality, divorced somehow from those around her, focused only on the sensations derived from her desperately needy cunt and the anticipation on the next instruction. She was pulling into the car park of her apartment block when the next text arrived. `Go back to the porn shop', it read, `get one of the customers to remove the eggs and then fuck you'. Her breath quickened as she read on, `Put on a show for them, act like the tart you know you are'. She sat in the car stunned. Her mind was racing. She resented being called a tart, but deep down she knew the thought of fucking a complete stranger so publicly excited her, and that must make her a tart. She was completely under the spell of her instructor and was compelled to do as she was told. Also, she was so frazzled by the day long action of the eggs she was just desperate to cum. Her mind was still in overdrive when she found herself putting the car in reverse and driving back out of the lot towards the porn shop. It was like she was in a dream as she pulled up in the shabby car park once more, it felt like her mind and body had separated and she was a casual observer of her own actions, unable to stop the instincts that were driving her on. All ...

... eyes were on her as she entered the shop. Being naked under her short skirt and skimpy top made her feel extremely self-conscious, positive that everyone in the shop must know how she was dressed and what she was there for. There were about ten customers, all men, browsing the porno videos and magazines. They followed her with their eyes as she walked slowly towards the magazine racks. She casually browsed the magazines as the male customers drew towards her, as if attracted by a magnet, their eyes no longer on the magazines they were flicking through but taking in every aspect of her body, and the amount of leg emerging from beneath her short navy skirt, glowing brown under the lights of the shop. The unfettered 38DDs with a deep cleavage swaying gently as she walked through the shop, the sharp points of her nipples were beginning to stiffen and push against the thin material of her tight top. `Put on a show for them. Act like the tart you know you are'. She kept playing that instruction over and over in her head. Slowly and very deliberately she stretched up to reach a magazine off the top shelf, knowing that her skirt was rising up her thighs showing her arse and the thin material of her top was stretching over her large breasts and making her nipples stick out like stalks. As if browsing the pages of Cosmopolitan she turned the pages of the magazine, casually taking in the images of the group sex portrayed on the glossy pages. She stopped at a page showing a young girl ...