[gzmo] [1996-02-23] Remote Controlled [MF m-solo nc]
Remote Controlled, by Rajah Dodger <rdodger@hotmail.com>,
Copyright (c) 1996. All rights reserved, except that electronic
not-for-profit reproduction rights only are explicitly granted
with the stipulation that this authorship and permission note
must remain attached.
Word Count: 1502
She brought it in one Sunday afternoon. We had been fooling
around on the sofa while Philippe Entremont was conducting Brahms
on public TV. Honey was lying back, one long leg hooked over the
sofa back and the other stretched out in front of me, all the way
to her shiny red toenails. I was bent over her lower leg, my
tongue swabbing her clit as I worked two fingers in and out of
her cunt. She wiggled, her ass flexing as she helped me look for
her G-spot. We had been looking off and on for a few years, and
though we hadn't found it she always enjoyed my efforts. She
grabbed my hair and pulled my face down into her crotch as she
came, bouncing on the cushions. I kept my tongue and fingers
busy until she quit shaking, then I got up on one elbow to look
at her. Her face and breasts were flushed, her nipples jiggling
with each ragged breath. I love the way she looks when she's
just come, her neck and chest covered with a light sheen of
sweat.
My fingers were still lazily moving in and around her slick
pussy when she spoke up. "I brought you something," she said. "I
had a couple of the engineers help me design it. They liked the
challenge." She reached under the sofa cushion and retrieved a
small gift-wrapped package. Her eyes stayed on me as I slit the
tape with a fingernail and opened the wrapping to reveal a medium
size jewelry box. I looked at her quizzically and opened the box
to find what looked like a couple of large black jacket buttons,
some stretchy cord and a velcro strap all tangled together.
"Is this Rubik's G-string?" I chuckled, turning the
assemblage this way and that. "Funny you should suggest that,"
she replied as she sat up, removing my fingers from her pussy and
stretching her long legs. "Lie back and I'll show you."
I lay back on the sofa and she knelt between my legs holding
the thing. Her cool hands slid over my balls and she briefly
took the head of my cock into her mouth as her hands moved around
my groin. I didn't know what the present was for, but I sure was
enjoying the presentation. I let out an "aaahhhhh" of pleasure
and spread my legs further apart for her. "That does it," she
said, and stood up. I looked down at her handiwork -- one of the
buttons was resting on top of the big vein of my cock, the other
was pressed firmly against the base on the bottom side. The
Velcro was wrapped around the shaft and under my balls, and the
elastic cord held the whole shebang in place.
It looked kinky, and I said so. My erection seconded the
motion, waving in the breeze, and she replied "You think that's
kinky -- check this out." Suddenly, it felt like little hands
were feeling me up, moving in waves from the bottom of my balls
through my sac and up through my penis to the tip. The feeling
was incredible -- and so intense I squeezed my eyes shut in
preparation for a monster orgasm. But just as suddenly it stopped
and I opened my eyes, gasping like a fish, my hips thrusting
forward blindly into empty air. "What," I managed to croak, "in
all the seventeen pluperfect hells of Venus, was that?!? And
more to the point, Honey," as my balls started to feel lonely,
"please do something about it -- I'm getting a colossal case of
blue balls here!"
She came up to me, kissed me long and deep, and wrapped her
hand around my cock. I swear that's all it took -- I shot off
like a fire hose, and Honey aimed my jets at her proud tits, then
the rest into my fading patch of chest hair. She released me to
flop on the sofa, my leg muscles suddenly weak, as she grinned
and rubbed my cum into her breasts, making her nipples shiny and
erect. I kept taking in deep breaths, trying to will my heart to
slow down to something sensible.
She took it off, her fingers cool against my overheated
groin... She wanted me to wear it to work. I thought it was at
best a silly idea, but when she reached down and stroked my
balls, and whispered in my ear, "I'll make it *really* worth your
while," well I found it hard to turn her down. Actually, I just
found it hard, and so did she, and we proceeded to find things to
do about that for the next few hours.
***** ***** *****
I wore the thing to work Monday morning. It was an odd
sensation during the drive, I kept getting a hard-on every time
I'd shift position and feel the button at the base of my cock.
However, after a few hours the sense of oddness wore off and I
was able to get my work done. I even managed to go to the
bathroom without getting too hard to relieve myself. Of course,
I had to use the stalls. At 2:00, while I was preparing for a
meeting, the thing started up. It began with a low buzz, more
felt than heard, and my cock sprang to attention there in my
pants. I spread my legs to relieve the pressure, and tried to
concentrate on my work. The phone rang. "Hi, hon..." she said
in a breathy voice, "I was thinking of you... I'm in the tub, all
wet and soapy, and I've got my finger in my cunt, ooohhh, that's
nice, but I want something bigger, big and hard... are you big
and hard for me?" I was stiff and my pants were painfully tight,
and her little gizmo just then gave me a little extra jazz at the
base of my cock. I tried to keep my voice from trembling as I
answered her. "Hon... you know, I've got a meeting in a half
hour..."
"Well then," she replied, "you'll need to take care of me
soon then. Let me hear your zipper go down." Good thing my
office door was closed and I have a sizable desk. I put the
phone set in my lap, and dragged the zipper slowly down so she
could hear the grinding of the little teeth. I was grinding my
teeth as well... the vibration of the zipper going down felt
wonderful, and my cock felt much better out of the tight pants. I
put the phone back to my ear. She was talking, or more like
moaning, "Mmmmm, tell me how hard your cock is, uuhhhnnn, I've
got my finger on my clit and I want you to cum with me, cum on,
tell me..."
I looked at my erection, waving up between my legs, and told
her "I'm hard all right, my cock is stiff and the head is all
purple, it's throbbing hon, can you feel it throbbing? I'm
rubbing my balls, they're all full of cum just waiting to come
out for you." They were, too, what with the gizmo humming away
it was like there was a string running from the bottom of my
balls up through my cock to the head, all flared and dark red.
Every time I touched it, it jumped. I continued, wrapping my
palm around my shaft and stroking it with my thumb rubbing up
against the head. I drew in long shuddering breaths as she
continued "Is it red like my cunt lips? Ummm uhhhh, I'm so wet, I
want your cummm hon, I'm frigging my clit, I want your cock in
me, feel it swell up in my hot pussy, make it cum for me
darling...". The gizmo suddenly went into a series of jolts at
the base of my ball sac, and I said "aaahhhhggggg" into the phone
as I came hard, unprepared, trying to catch the long spurts in my
other hand. My thighs were aching from how hard I was cumming,
and she was going "uhhh... uhhh... cum... oh shit... cum hard...
OOOhhhhhhh!!"
My cock was still jerking away but was down to a slow ooze,
and I was dabbing Kleenex on the spots I had missed when line two
rang. It was my secretary, reminding me about the meeting. I
switched lines and Honey was still moaning softly into the phone,
"cum so good... ohh yeahhh... my fingers feel so good inside
me...". I apologized for cumming and going and she managed a
weak "g-bye".
I swept my papers into a file folder, tucked myself into my
pants and headed out the door. I stopped to tell my secretary to
reschedule my Thursday meeting, and when I turned to leave the
damn gizmo went into low buzz mode. It felt kind of nice against
my soft cock but I knew I'd have to avoid standing up in the
meeting.
/end/ 02-23-1996 Rajah Dodger (c) All Rights Reserved