The Tenga Egg Session
I couldn’t wait for my next cam session with Henry. The anticipation was killing me, and I found myself counting down the minutes until our scheduled time. I had a particular interest in this session, as Henry had recently confided in me about his little secret—a sex toy he used to enhance his solo pleasure. I was intrigued, to say the least, especially since Henry was usually a shy and timid guy.
As a phone sex girl, I’ve had my fair share of clients, but Henry was special. He was a regular, always polite and respectful, with a charming smile that lit up his brown eyes behind his glasses. His average build and height made him seem approachable, and his brown hair, neatly styled, added to his overall allure. I enjoyed our sessions together, as he was always eager to please and seemed genuinely interested in my pleasure as well.
But this time, I had a specific request for him. I wanted to watch him use the Tenga egg, a male masturbation aid he had mentioned in passing during our last chat. I found myself curious about this toy and how it could intensify his orgasms. Henry had hinted that it was a game-changer, and I was eager to see it in action.
As the clock struck 8 p.m., I logged into the messaging site we used for me to watch him, my heart racing with excitement. Henry was already online, waiting for me, and his shy smile greeted me as he saw me online. His glasses reflected the soft glow of his computer screen, and I could see the anticipation in his eyes.
“Hey, Sharon,” he greeted me, his voice a little hoarse, as if he’d been looking forward to this moment all day. “You wanted to see something special tonight, right?”
I smiled, my fingers playing with a loose strand of my blonde hair. “Yes, Henry, I did. I want you to show me how you use that Tenga egg. I’ve heard so much about it, and I’m curious to see how it makes you feel.”
A blush crept up his cheeks, and he shifted in his seat, clearly embarrassed but also excited. “Oh, um, okay. I guess I can show you. I’ve never done this on cam before, but if you want to see, I’ll do it for you.”
“Please do,” I urged, my voice soft and sultry. “I want to watch you enjoy yourself. It turns me on to see you lose control.”
He nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. He reached for something off-screen, and my heart raced with anticipation. I wondered if he was nervous about performing for me, but I was determined to make him feel comfortable.
“So, this is the Tenga egg,” he said, holding up a small, egg-shaped object. It was translucent, with a textured surface, and I could see a tiny hole at one end. “It’s a male masturbator, designed to stimulate and enhance solo play.”
I leaned forward, my eyes glued to the screen, as he set the egg down and began to undress. His fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, and I could see his hands trembling slightly. I found his nervousness endearing, and it only added to the excitement.
“Take your time,” I whispered, my voice low and encouraging. “I’m not going anywhere. I want to see every moment of this.”
He nodded, his eyes meeting mine through the camera lens. With slow, deliberate movements, he removed his shirt, revealing a lean, toned torso. His skin was smooth, with a light dusting of hair that trailed down his stomach, leading my gaze to the waistband of his pants.
“It’s all about the sensation,” he explained, his voice breathy as he continued to undress. “The Tenga egg has different textures inside, and it feels incredible when you stroke with it.”
As he spoke, he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down, revealing black boxer briefs that hugged his erection. I could see the outline of his hard cock, straining against the fabric, and my pussy grew wet with desire.
“I’ll show you,” he said, his voice husky with need. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and slowly pulled them down, revealing his thick, erect shaft. His cock was impressive, long and veined, with a plump, purple head that glistened with pre-cum.
I bit my lip, my eyes fixed on his throbbing member. “Oh, that’s gorgeous. I can’t wait to see you use the egg on that beautiful cock.”
He smiled, his cheeks flushed with arousal. “It’s all for you, Sharon. I want to give you a show you’ll never forget.”
With that, he picked up the Tenga egg and positioned it at the tip of his cock. I watched, fascinated, as he slowly slid his length into the toy, his eyes closing momentarily as he savored the sensation. The egg enveloped his shaft, and I could see the textured surface stimulating his sensitive skin.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his voice filled with pleasure. “It feels so good, Sharon. The texture is amazing.”
I licked my lips, my pussy throbbing in sympathy. “Stroke for me. Let me see you use that toy to make yourself feel good.”
He began to move the egg up and down his shaft, his hand gripping the base of the toy as he slid it in a steady rhythm. The egg’s texture created a unique sensation, and I could see the pleasure on his face as he focused on the feeling.
“It’s like nothing else,” he panted, his breath coming in short gasps. “It’s so intense, Sharon. I can’t believe how good it feels.”
I watched, mesmerized, as he stroked faster, his hand moving in a blur. His cock glistened with lube, sliding effortlessly within the egg. The sight of him pleasuring himself with such abandon was incredibly arousing, and I felt my own desire building.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” I asked, my voice thick with need. “I want to see you cum. I want to watch you lose control.”
He nodded, his eyes wild with lust. “I’m gonna cum, Sharon. Oh, fuck, it’s so good. I can’t hold back.”
His strokes became more frantic, his hand a blur as he drove himself towards the edge. His balls tightened, and I could see his cock twitching within the egg, ready to explode.
“Cum for me, Henry,” I urged, my voice hoarse with desire. “Let go and give me everything.”
With a guttural groan, he climaxed, his body tensing as he shot his load. Thick ropes of cum spurted from the tip of his cock, filling the Tenga egg with his seed. He kept stroking, milking his cock as he continued to cum, his orgasm seemingly endless.
“Oh my God,” he panted, his body trembling. “That was incredible, Sharon. I’ve never cum like that before.”
I smiled, my pussy throbbing with my own need. “I’m so glad you enjoyed it. You were amazing to watch. But I want more. I want to see you do it again.”
He laughed, a mix of surprise and pleasure. “Again? But I just…”
“I know,” I interrupted, my voice playful. “But I want to see you have multiple orgasms. I want to push your limits.”
His eyes widened, and I could see the excitement in his gaze. “You want to see me edge?”
“Exactly,” I purred. “I want to control your pleasure. I’ll tell you when to stop and when to keep going. It’ll be our little game.”
He nodded, his cock already showing signs of renewed interest. “Okay, Sharon. I’m all yours. Tell me what to do.”
I leaned back in my chair, my fingers trailing down my body, teasing my nipples through the fabric of my dress.
“Good boy,” I cooed, my voice filled with satisfaction. “Now, I want you to get that gorgeous cock hard again. Stroke it for me, but don’t cum. Not yet.”
Henry obeyed, his hand moving slowly up and down his shaft, his eyes locked on mine. I watched, enjoying the power I had over him, as he fought to control his desire.
“You’re doing great,” I encouraged. “Keep stroking, but remember, no cumming. Not until I say so.”
He nodded, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he fought the urge to climax. I loved the control I had over him, the way he trusted me to guide his pleasure.
“Now, I want you to use the egg again. But this time, I want you to edge. I want you to bring yourself to the brink of orgasm and then stop. Can you do that for me?”
He swallowed hard, his eyes dark with desire. “I’ll try, Sharon. I’ll do my best.”
With renewed determination, he positioned the Tenga egg at the tip of his cock and slowly slid it down his length. His eyes closed, and his breath caught as the textured surface enveloped his sensitive skin.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” he whispered, his voice a raspy plea. “It feels so good, Sharon. I’m gonna cum so hard for you.”
“Not yet,” I instructed, my voice firm. “Keep stroking, but stop before you cum. I want to see you teeter on the edge.”
He groaned, his hand moving in a blur as he obeyed my command. His cock glistened with lube, sliding effortlessly within the egg, and I could see the effort it took for him to hold back.
“That’s it,” I encouraged. “You’re doing amazing. Keep going, but remember, no cumming.”
Sweat glistened on his brow, and his breath came in short, sharp pants as he fought for control. His hand moved faster, his strokes becoming more urgent, but he stopped just short of climax, his body trembling with the effort.
“That’s it, hold it,” I commanded, my voice laced with desire. “You’re doing so well, Henry. Now, keep stroking, but slower this time. Tease yourself.”
He complied, his hand moving in a slow, torturous rhythm. His cock throbbed within the egg, the textured surface driving him wild with pleasure. I could see the conflict in his eyes, the battle between his desire to cum and his determination to obey my commands.
“Good boy,” I praised, my voice soft and sultry. “You’re doing exactly what I want. Now, stop stroking and just focus on the feeling. Let the egg do the work.”
Henry’s hand stilled, his eyes closing as he savored the sensations. The Tenga egg’s texture continued to stimulate his sensitive skin, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
“You’re so close, Henry,” I whispered, my voice a gentle caress. “But not yet. I want you to hold on a little longer. Can you do that for me?”
He nodded, his body taut with tension. “I’ll try, Sharon. It’s so hard, but I’ll do my best.”
“That’s my good boy,” I encouraged, my voice filled with admiration. “Now, start stroking again, but this time, I want you to cum. I want to see you lose control and shoot your load.”
With a desperate groan, he began to stroke, his hand moving in a frenzied rhythm. The Tenga egg intensified his pleasure, driving him towards an explosive climax.
“Yes, Henry , cum for me!” I urged, my voice rising with excitement. “Let go and give me everything!”
With a primal scream, he climaxed, his body convulsing as he shot his load. His cum erupted from the tip of his cock, spraying the camera lens and his chest with thick, white ropes. He kept stroking, his orgasm seemingly never-ending, as he milked every last drop from his throbbing shaft.
“Oh my God, Sharon,” he panted, his body trembling with the aftermath of his release. “That was incredible. I’ve never experienced anything like that.”
I smiled, my heart racing with satisfaction. “I’m so glad you enjoyed it, Henry. You were amazing. And I have to say, watching you use that Tenga egg was incredibly hot.”
He laughed, a mix of relief and pleasure. “I’m glad I could give you a good show. I never thought I’d enjoy something like this so much.”
“Well, I’m glad you did,” I said, my voice filled with genuine appreciation. “And I can’t wait for our next session. I have a feeling we’re just getting started.”
As we signed off, I felt a sense of satisfaction and excitement. Henry’s performance had been incredible, and I knew our connection had deepened. I couldn’t wait to explore more of his sexual adventures, and I was eager to see what other pleasures we could discover together.
I’m a Masturbating Nymphomaniac
Some women that do phone sex as their job really are nymphos, but you likely thought that was the case already, right? It’s true. We are addicted to cumming and those of us that have partners, well, in many cases they simply cannot keep up with our demands for sex, so masturbation has to do, and it’s always nicer to share your orgasm with someone and talk on the phone than have to go it alone. I hate masturbating alone.
I usually need to cum at least five times a day, or else I start to squirm in my seat. My husband is sadly now over forty, and you know that saying on the little blue pill commercials, forty percent of men over forty suffer from erectile difficulties, well that’s the group he’s in and boy, for him to get it up, takes pills, and a lot of patience. I’m frankly sick of it and have had a young lover on the side now for several months, but I can’t always see him when I want. He’s in college and has a busy schedule and I can’t always get away, so I figured phone sex would tide me over until we got to play.
I’ve pretty much given up on my husband coming around much, and am considering mentioning the possibility of a cuckold relationship, that way I wouldn’t have to keep it hidden and it might work out for the best. I will have to see if things come to that point, but right now my college age lover has been doing a pretty good job of satisfying my pussy, just not nearly as often as I’d like. So the callers that call up here keep me pretty busy with my hand down my panties and wet a lot of the time. No problems getting lubricated here, I’m practically always damp down there, it’s even been a problem a few times at inopportune moments! So why not give me a call and let’s get off together, tonight.
Explore Yourself
Some people think girls do not get as horny as boys, and of course for some, that may be true. It depends on the person and their particular hormone levels, some are naturally high and others lower. For ones with a higher sex drive, they masturbate as much if not more so than boys their own age and girls tend to be creative in the ways they masturbate, often employing more methods than boys do depending on their mood. Guys mainly stick to the hand and pump it. Yes, there’s male sex toys and some really do enjoy them, but the hand is for the most part the favorite method of guys to get off with.
Girls on the other hand not only use their fingers, but toys, electric toothbrushes, pillow humping is a favorite of many girls. Water induced orgasms in the bath or shower are usually discovered early in life for many girls and lifelong favorite ways to masturbate when we get in the shower. Rubbing ourselves against washers on the spin cycle, there’s oh so many ways that girls find to entertain themselves that boys just don’t seem creative enough to use on themselves.
Some gals are even able to with thigh pressure and squeezing alone able to make themselves cum, I don’t think many guys can lay claim to that! Sex toys are more available now than ever before, and even very tiny bullet vibes that easily fit in your panties and fairly quiet. It used to be difficult for younger people to get their hands on toys, but now many drug stores sell some and anyone of any age can easily buy one.
Girls today are also a lot more open with experimenting with other girls than they were in generations past, and it’s not unusual for teenage girls to be kissing and masturbating together. It used to be people didn’t even consider girls masturbating like they did boys, but girls do get horny and they do satisfy themselves, and well they should. How can you expect anyone else to please you sexually unless you know how yourself? Take the time to explore your body and find out what feels good. How to touch, fast or slow, gentle or more firmly, toys or no toys, it’s all up to you.
The good girl bad girl labels though make many girls think they shouldn’t or deny it if they do. Luckily that is changing and is a lot more open than it was a few short decades ago. It’s wonderful that many girls can now openly talk to their other friends about masturbation, though it’s more of a rarity than it should be. Many girls talk openly about their other sexual exploits with guys, yet the solo orgasm is still pretty much hush hush and just not mentioned, though people pretty much understand this is a widespread behavior. Rub your pussies as much as you’d like, just try to be discrete about it, you don’t need to do it on the mall bench, just enjoy yourself in the appropriate place and make yourself cum as much as you feel the need to.
Let Me Listen To The Water Pound Your Clit
One thing I’ve always enjoyed is masturbating in the shower with the shower massager. Feeling the hot, strong stream of water on my clit makes me cum so fucking hard. I mentioned this one day to my phone sex partner and he said he wanted to hear me do it to myself. I said it’s nicer to talk for longer on the phone and play in bed with my fingers, but he was really excited to hear me in there, so I said ok.
So the next time we were going to have phone sex I told him I was going to get in the shower. I hadn’t cum in a few days, so was getting kind of horny as it was. I stepped in naked and turned the water on while I was on the phone with him. He was already stroking his cock. I turned the massager head on the hardest setting and put one leg up on the side of the tub and turned the water even hotter than it was and I started to moan as soon as I felt it touch my clit. I was feeling it drive me crazy and totally lost in the sensations. I could hardly even concentrate on what he was saying it felt so good at that moment.
I don’t take long to cum in the shower, it’s such an intense orgasm that way. It’s hot and hard and explosive as hell. He came just as I was starting to, and I screamed like I was going insane and it echoed off the bathroom walls and sounded so loud. He said he blew a tremendous load listening to me carry on that way and cum so hard. When you cum that way, it’s so intense you don’t need more than one orgasm, your clit is totally numb from the intense sensations. It’s a fucking good time!
The Boss Fingered Me
I got this new job a few months ago and I’ve seen the boss staring at me, you’d think in today’s climate of so many women accusing men he’d be afraid of being brought up on charges, but he had many women afraid of him and how he acted, women with no other employment prospects that needed the job he gave them, and he knew it, so he pretty much did as he saw fit. One night after work he asked me about my finances and I was a bit shocked by the question, and he asked if I needed extra money, of course I did and told him.
He smiled and said he knew a way for me to get some more money and I asked how. Then he told me to strip. I cannot say I was surprised by his command. He said if I did as he told me to do, there would be five hundred dollars cash in it for me. I was not about to turn that down. When I went to take my panties off he said to stop and leave them on. I did as I was told.
He then stood up beside me, I could feel his breath on my neck and his hand went down between my legs and under the edge of my panties and started to stroke my pussy. He gently edged my feet apart with his foot to spread my legs a bit wider and even though I had not signed up for this, I had to admit how he was touching me felt good, really good. My breathing started to quicken and deepen and I knew if he didn’t stop touching me I was going to cum, and he knew it as well, and of course he did not stop. His fingers worked my clit over and over, his hand moving faster and faster. I couldn’t believe I was getting five hundred dollars just for letting him rub my pussy and making me cum. I gripped the corner of the desk with my hands to steady myself as I got closer and closer to orgasm and I glanced up at him, all the while him smirking at me. I soon exploded in orgasm and he continued to rub me, more slowly and gently and then as my breathing calmed down he stopped and asked me if I enjoyed that. I didn’t answer. I just took the money offered to me and I walked out of the office. I wondered how many more opportunities like this I might have and how much I might earn. I guess I will have to wait and find out.
