Remote Controlled

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com}, (c) 1996, 2009

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Abstract: A woman gives her lover a special present to remember her by

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/