I went for lunch just after she did, and as usual headed for the local shops to avoid the canteens dire fare. I got my lunch and went to pay, and saw her standing towards the back of the next queue but one, with her back to me so I knew she hadn't seen me. I reached in my pocket for the remote, and pressed the button. She jumped, obviously startled and nearl...
PART IV: Sara sculpts Bob's lovely penis Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and Sara derived ever-growing joys from milking Bob's prostate. The implanted micro-devices gave Sara the ability to massage his prostate remotely, be it from a distance in the same room, to the other end of the bar at the shemales saloon they frequented often, and even ov...
I felt full. Not as full as by Dolf's dick, but I could feel that I had Lotje in me. Lotje was the name we gave to the remotely controlled egg that I was wearing now. We had a day out and landed on a terrace in the middle of the city. After Dolf ordered our drinks, he took Lotje out of his pocket and laid it down on the table. "Just go and insert Lotje into...
"I got you a present. Well, I got myself a present, but I think you're going to like it. I know I am!" My wife put the box on the table in front of me. I recognized it at once. A high-end "male masturbator", about the size of a soda can. Had she seen me examining these on our last trip to the sex toy shop? She must have done her research; this was one of th...
The Letter A week later, the clock in the living room chimed ten as Carol came downstairs from her bedroom to face another day. She hadn't seen Arthur for a week. He was away playing some shows in the North East. While he had been away she had reverted to her normal life style- travelling by bus to her pupils' homes where she would teach them piano for an...
After our last encounter when I had fitted Tara with a remote controlled battery operated vibrating dildo, Tara was looking for something better. She often complained that while the world was bursting apart with all kinds of devices for women, there was nothing terribly nice for men. I told her over the phone "There is no substitute for pussy. YOUR Pussy. So...
I barely made it to the car. Moving awkwardly, almost stumbling, Sir had to take my arm and steady me as I gasped and held on to the wall, so helplessly full, the delightful pressure points shifting and unsettling me with every move. Fifteen minutes before, kneeling before Him on a fine Persian rug, He explained His plans. I felt my pussy moisten and twitc...
Anna was young still, right? She was still hot, right? She'd gotten married at 24. The first year or so had been great, but life had gotten in the way the last few years and at this point she was more just going through the motions. Her tits weren't quite as perky as they'd been at 18, but she still noticed a few construction workers put down their hammers a...
I admit to being a bit mischievous. What's wrong with trying out new things just to see what happens? Let me give you an example. When I first met you on the internet, you were kind of quiet, hanging in the shadows of a chat room I would frequent. The only time you would talk would be to respond to a question directed specifically to you. However, you were...
I awoke before my Master this morning. I know because I could still hear his light snore and his hot breath on my neck. His head buried in my hair along my neck. His arm laying casually over my waist, drat the cast, his hand should be cupping my breast. His cock hard and pushed against me. He must be having a wet dream or his normal morning wood. Must have b...