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Subject: {ASSM} Me and My Zapper Chapter 08 (MF, oral)
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To view and read the old chapters, there are links at the top of the 
story on my website at 
http://www.johndstories.co.uk/me-and-my-zapper-chapter-08/

* * * * *

Despite finding the magical waveforms that would work on me, and both 
Rebecca and I had spent the afternoon proving that it did work, we 
wanted further proof that it would function on a large group of couples 
at the same time. We had spent some time playing with the power of the 
waves generated, and found a level where I could orgasm easily enough 
with the same explosion of intensity that was so incredible, but still 
enable me to retain a level of control.

Maisie teased, and suggested that we try a packed commuter train, but 
two people with strange devices on a London Underground train would more 
likely see us shot by the terrorist police than encourage an orgy, so I 
suggested a Blind Date night.

A local restaurant had teamed up with a dating agency, and was offering 
the candlelit meal and the date (who matched your interests) for a mere 
£35 each. Both Rebecca and I joined the dating agency for their "meal 
deal" on the same day and filled in our forms so that they were 
considerably similar but not identical; we didn't want them to know we 
knew each other or they probably wouldn't match us!

Maisie and I built zappers which were like small tealights, and that 
projected the signal for a wide 270 degree arc. I tried to ensure we 
wouldn't be affected but knew we might be: our dignity would be 
respectable casualties in the name of science and capitalism! It had 
occurred to me if the zappers affected just me, as in it was my unique 
pair of frequencies, I would have dozens of single women to screw, but 
filed this under the "pipedream" category in my fantasy store.

Rebecca and I arrived moments apart and we were introduced to each other 
with forced smiles. How they didn't work out that we were living in the 
same house I will never know; we looked ridiculous and were seated in 
the corner of the restaurant.

The food was mediocre at best, and our conspiratorial chatter and 
laughter wasn't helped by the organiser continually coming up to us to 
check we were "OK." I wanted to zap them all by the end of my starter as 
I was bored, but we promised each other we would wait, and sat back 
admiring all the suited gentlemen desperately trying to impress the 
well-dressed women.

After the soggy tiramasu was devoured I steadied my device under the 
table and raised my eyebrows at Rebecca. "Before the coffees?" I asked 
and she nodded, reaching into her handbag and looked as though she was 
searching for her phone.

"Ready?" She asked, and we turned to watch the room as we both brought 
our devices into the open restaurant and pressed the small buttons on 
the top. I had fitted much larger batteries to the devices to ensure 
that the frequencies would reach the back of the restaurant, and held my 
breath, anxiously waiting for a response.

The waitress, carrying a tray of dirty plates, walking past our table 
squealed and screamed, dropping the crockery with a screech and ran to 
the toilets, grabbing her crotch. It was a good start, and I looked at 
Rebecca beaming. "I think it'll work," I whispered as every single woman 
touched their crotches, while men had glazed expressions on their faces. 
It was incredible; men and women frantically disrobing as they grunted 
and communicated with lustful eyes and sinful intentions.

We hadn't expected to hit the waiters, waitresses and barstaff with the 
zapper; I don't know why we thought we wouldn't, we just hadn't 
considered them. "I think you should join them?" Rebecca muttered 
gleefully with a cheeky smile and snatched the male zapper from my hand, 
and put them both on the table, in front of her. My heart skipped a beat 
and I bit my lip, watching her fingers nervously as she hesitated. "Yes?"

I glanced at the teenage barmaid, cross-legged behind the bar, tears 
streaming from her sapphire eyes and nodded. "Do it," I snapped and 
stood up from the table. Rebecca smirked as she saw my eye-line focusing 
on the young black-haired girl, frantically trying to maintain her 
dignity. She was resisting; her trembling hands clamped onto the bar, as 
she leant onto it, affording me an excellent viewpoint of her tender bosom.

I felt Rebecca zap me as I neared the bar; we had discussed what might 
happen and both agreed to assist with other people, affected by our 
actions, if we needed to. It would be a great test to prove that when 
struck with the lust-induced zapper, that they moved passionately 
towards strangers and not just their own "partners."

My cock swelled instantly and I clenched my fists; my body was seized by 
a rush of arousal, welling up from my balls and gripping the pit of my 
stomach. Rebecca hadn't hit me with a big dose as I was uncomfortably 
horny not uncontrollably consumed with lust, but my blood was up and I 
was ready for passionate sex. My cock oozed pre-cum and my mind blasted 
with a fierce desire to bring the pretty barmaid, still frantically 
trying to resist her sexual urges, to repeated climaxes. "You need to be 
fucked," I told her brazenly and she looked up at me, vulnerability 
pervasive in her expression. Her eyes were puffy and misty, and her 
hands desperately gripping the beer mat on the bar from the local brewery.

She shook her head and she took deep breaths; in all my use of the 
zapper I had never seen or expected the ladies to fight the inevitable 
so badly. I guess, I knew it was a certainty that I would be screwing 
her over the bar within a handful of minutes; she didn't. I stared at 
her darker skin and pained grimace, her anguish evident. I felt a pang 
of guilt, but stepped onto the bar and stood behind her. "I can't," she 
begged and gulped.

"Look around you," I muttered as a tear rolled from her cheek and 
dropped onto the bar. Surrounding her was rampant sexual activity. The 
couple nearest to the door - a dumpy women with a weird haircut and a 
previously disinterested man - were actively screwing over the table. 
Her dress had been ripped from her shoulders and her underwear abandoned 
as she was pounded from behind, pushing her pendulous breasts into the 
leftovers of the creamy desserts. She was screaming, crying loudly as 
her "stud" rammed his tiny cock into her. "What's your name?"

"Eva," she squealed as my hands rubbed her rear, covered in a short 
white skirt with a mass of pleats. I patted it; it was pushed out 
invitingly for me to caress and I felt her resolve weaken as I squeezed 
her buttocks. "What's happened?"

My eyes glanced to another set of tables; one woman had ensnared three 
men; each slightly overweight and the wrong side of thirty, but she was 
enjoying the yells of degradation aimed at her by them; shrieking into a 
dick rammed down her throat, she squealed with every thrust of a cock 
into her pussy. Her fingers danced over her clit as she orgasmed, her 
screaming echoing in the small intimate Italian eatery as her cunt was 
filled with seed. She beckoned the third man, clearly eager to accept 
any cock offered to her.

"They are very horny. How old are you?" I asked, my touch tracing the 
curve of her pert bottom and gently rubbing her cleft that was contained 
underneath. She panted, my indecent touch making her breathless and I 
slid my hands around her waist, spying Rebecca out of the corner of my eye.

"Eighteen," she sniffed, mewing as my hands skimmed her waistband and 
delved into the elastic. She sighed, gasping at the scene in front of her.

"Dirty little ..." I muttered as we watched a middle-aged man frantically 
undressing to reveal a pair of lacy, pink knickers. His eyes looked at 
his date, smirking in disgust and delight and grabbing him by the scruff 
of the neck and throwing him over a chair. His rotund frame, and wide 
hips, stretched the female underwear but his well-dressed date slammed 
her open hand on his lacy buttocks while openly playing with her clit. 
"I bet your underwear looks much nicer," I whispered, and pushed my hand 
into her waistband while my left hand caressed her bosom; she wiggled 
her buttocks into my crotch and shuddered.

"Hmmmm," she hummed, her eyes focussing on the table by the door.

"Let me see then," I begged, as my fingers swished over a small strip of 
pubic undergrowth. She sighed, watching a young waiter laid out on two 
chairs pushed together, face up as a twenty-something women straddled 
his face. The tanned man squealed; it was clear that the waiter knew 
exactly how to lick her cunt, as she wantonly bounced on his face, 
enjoying the oral excellence on her pussy.

Eva froze as the waiter's legs were lifted; his cock was prominently 
erect and his clothes torn from his body, as the male date of the woman, 
smeared something on the server's anus and then slid his dick into the 
waiter. "That's my brother," Eva admitted, as my fingers located her wet 
pearl. She bucked her hips against my erect cock pressing into her back 
and she gave an audible groan. Rebecca watched the unfolding scene of 
rampant debauchery with a bemused smirk as fingers squeezed Eva's 
nipples and rubbed her clit.

The teenager cracked; her resistance shattered by my dancing digits 
playing a pretty melody on her pearl and shrieked, throwing herself 
against the bar and squealing at me; her body convulsed and twitched as 
I drove her closer and closer to her orgasm. She gripped the side of the 
bar and yelled into the room, the horny banshee bellowing into a room of 
depraved decibels.

Nobody stirred from their own sex to acknowledge her. Eva's parents - 
the chef and the manager - were screwing in the kitchen, implements 
destined for the food were finding their way into the middle-aged 
woman's snatch. The cross-dresser was now tonguing his dominant date, 
the lesbian couple were engaged in a mutual 69, the dating agency host 
was playing with the other waiter while discarded clothing littered the 
aisles; it was a debauched vista: a libertine's playground, and it was 
utterly fantastic.

Eva wriggled her hips and I freed her short white skirt from their 
unnecessary position around the young lady's waist, removing her white 
lacy cotton panties at the same time. I looked up from her clothes, 
pooling around her ankles, to see her blouse being propelled across the 
room in a blur of white. She stared at me, naked and bit her lip, before 
throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me on the lips.

I didn't expect it, but she scrabbled at my clothing and fished around 
my underpants for my erect cock. It was a heavenly touch and she stared 
into my eyes as our lips parted. She had gorgeous blue eyes, sparkling 
like an ocean at twilight and filled with lust and desire. She longed 
for more, and I was going to oblige. My trousers and soaking wet boxer 
shorts joined the wooden decking as quickly as my shirt and she ran her 
soft hands over my solid erection, squeezing the endless amounts of 
pre-cum into her hands.

She looked at my slight embarrassment, the clear, glutinous liquid 
filling the palm of her hand. "You are so fucking sexy," I offered as a 
way of a response.

"I'm not," she disagreed, mumbling under her breath. I could resist no 
longer and lifted her slight frame onto the bar, splitting her legs as 
her buttocks made contact with the cold wood. She groaned as I plunged 
my face into her crotch, licking her sweet clit and writing her a sweet 
poem as my fingers arrowed towards her entrance.

She was not a virgin, but the tightness of her cunt gripped my intruding 
finger, rotating and spiralling around her teenage pussy and pressing 
against her G-Spot. She groaned; her head resting against the pillar as 
I leant against the wooden bar. She bucked her hips, screaming and 
crying as she raced towards her second orgasm.

It was stronger than the first; much more intense and enjoyable, as the 
graceful barmaid experienced an avalanche of lust consuming her tender, 
young body. Her legs, resting on my shoulders, squeezed my head as she 
gripped my hair, holding my face against her wet cunt.

How I loved her passion! How I adored her sweet scent of sex and her 
juices running down my chin and collecting on the bar. How I wanted to 
feel her orgasm and watch her become unable to stand as she peaked. I 
pressed harder on her G-Spot, fingering her pussy with firm motions, as 
my tongue swirled around her clit. Her cunt tightened and pulsed, 
embracing the invading finger with a battery of vocal screams.

She did not stop; I do not know when the third orgasm finished and the 
fourth one started, or even if she had one big, long orgasm, or a 
hundred. I don't think Eva knew either, but did not care. Her body 
lurched and she panted, yelling every time she exhaled and gripped the 
side of the bar.

Her face was a mixture of pure pleasure, her body frenzied and spasming; 
if she was struggling to surrender to the arousal gripping her before I 
touched her, then was having no trouble letting go now. I pulled the 
backs of her legs and yanked her from the bar, bending her over a bar 
stool and sliding my turgid cock into her velvety hole.

We both cried in pleasure; her slick opening accepted my well-lubricated 
member with delightful ease. She squealed as I pushed forward, slowly 
rocking in her cunt as she watched her brother ejaculate over his 
stomach. The air was thick with orgasmic euphoria and I was intent on 
joining them. I rammed my cock deep into the teenager, savouring the 
cool rush of blissful arousal coursing my body.

I wanted to come; I needed to. My dose had been low, but it instilled a 
desperation that I was going to fuck Eva and I was going to spill my 
seed deep inside the young lady. I felt that single-minded desire 
overcome me, and I thrust deep into the young woman, passionately 
ramming into her trembling cunt.

I barely registered her orgasms; I was focused on mine, and hammered my 
cock into her glistening sex. She writhed under my rampaging onslaught, 
mewing with wild abandon as I reached my point of no return. I could not 
focus; I could not see anything, just feel the delightful heaven of an 
orgasming teenager on my cock as I drove further and further into the 
crest of my arousal; I was at the summit of my volcano, and exploded, 
firing white-hot cum into the squirming barmaid, shuddering under my 
ejaculating cock.

My body lurched and came like never before, a burning tide of fierce 
arousal swept through me, bringing relief where it engulfed my stomach, 
immersed my shoulders and tickled to every cell in me. I panted and 
opened my eyes to see the ragged hair of my lover, exhausted and spent 
on the bar stool, breathless from our exertions. "You OK?" I muttered, 
not quite sure what to say; she still didn't know my name.

She nodded and smiled. "That was ... wow!"

"You were, I mean, you are ... fantastic." She gulped and glanced at 
Rebecca watching us and sniffed.

"I think your date is upset."

I withdrew my cock from her pussy but she did not move, savouring the 
aftershocks from our public liaison. "Rebecca, not a chance. She isn't 
my date," I muttered and rubbed my eyes, breathing deeply. "She's my ... 
business partner."

My "business partner" strode over to us and touched Eva's back, ruffling 
the top of my hair affectionately. "Shall we go?" Rebecca asked as the 
Blind Date party was beginning to wind down. "I think you've made this 
young lady happy enough," she teased and waited for me to get dressed, 
although I left my sodden boxer shorts in the bin behind the bar; I 
could do without those.

"I think it works," Rebecca added unnecessarily as we reached my car in 
the next street. "We should tell Maisie we are good to go!"

"Indeed," I muttered and slid my hand into her open handbag to remove 
the pink, female zapper. She smiled at me as I pressed it, thinking it 
was the car key and gasped as an uncompromising lust welled inside her. 
"Just so it's fair," I teased and beamed as I opened the car door.

Rebecca just swore at me, and then fumbled at her clothing. I was spent; 
she needed to take care of herself, much to her frustration and disgust.

Until she pulled out the male zapper again and aimed it at my chest; I 
was about to get a big enough dose to satisfy all of her needs!

To be continued.

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