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.
A Medical Pleasure
Sharon stepped into the familiar surroundings of Cul-de-sac Medical, a medical building that housed various practices, from dental to dermatology. It was time for her annual gynecological check-up, a routine she had grown accustomed to over the years. But this time, there was a twist. A new doctor, a young and vibrant female physician, would be examining her.
As she entered the waiting room, Sharon couldn’t help but notice the subtle changes in the atmosphere. The soft lighting and the gentle hum of soothing music created an ambiance that was more spa-like than clinical. She felt a tingle of anticipation as she approached the reception desk, her blonde locks cascading over her shoulders, framing her beautiful face.
“Welcome, Ms. Sharon. You must be here for your appointment with Dr. Emily,” the receptionist said with a warm smile. Her voice was gentle, almost seductive, as if she were inviting Sharon to a secret pleasure chamber rather than a medical exam.
Sharon nodded, feeling a slight flush on her cheeks. “Yes, that’s right. I believe she’s new to the practice?”
“Indeed. Dr. Emily is a recent addition to our team, and she’s already making quite an impression. Please take a seat, and she’ll be with you shortly.”
Sharon took a seat, her heart racing with a mixture of nerves and excitement. She had always been a sophisticated and sexy woman, embracing her adventurous side whenever the opportunity arose. And today, she had a feeling this routine check-up would be anything but routine.
After a brief wait, a door opened, and a stunning figure emerged. Dr. Emily was a vision of modern femininity. Her long, dark hair framed her delicate features, and her white lab coat accentuated her slender figure. She exuded confidence and a subtle air of authority.
“Ms. Sharon, right on time. I’m Dr. Emily. Please, follow me to the examination room.” Her voice was soft yet commanding, and Sharon found herself entranced as she rose to follow the doctor.
The examination room was dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere. Soft music played in the background, a sensual melody that seemed to caress the air. Sharon felt a shiver run down her spine as she took in the surroundings. This was not your typical sterile, white-walled medical room.
“Please, make yourself comfortable on the examination table,” Dr. Emily instructed, her voice carrying a hint of a purr. “Today, we’ll be doing a thorough check-up, and I’d like to discuss some aspects of your sexual health as well.”
Sharon’s eyes widened slightly at the mention of her sexual health. She had not expected this direction, but she was intrigued nonetheless. She climbed onto the table, her heart pounding with anticipation.
Dr. Emily approached, her movements graceful and deliberate. She adjusted the stirrups, positioning Sharon’s legs comfortably. “Now, I understand you’re sexually active. How often do you engage in self-pleasure, Ms. Sharon?” Her question was direct, yet there was a hint of playfulness in her tone.
Sharon felt her cheeks warm, but she answered honestly. “I… I do indulge in self-pleasure from time to time. It’s a… a way to relax and explore my own desires.”
“Excellent! And do you use any toys or accessories to enhance your pleasure?” Dr. Emily’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.
“Well, yes, I have a few… toys,” Sharon admitted, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought.
“Wonderful! You see, Ms. Sharon, I was recently given a box of what we like to call ‘wellness accessories’ to distribute to select patients. They are designed to enhance sexual pleasure and promote overall well-being. I believe you would greatly benefit from one of these devices.”
Sharon’s breath caught in her throat. She had never heard of such a thing, but the idea of a ‘wellness accessory’ intrigued her. “What… what kind of device are we talking about, Doctor?”
With a smile that hinted at hidden pleasures, Dr. Emily reached into a drawer and withdrew a sleek, black box. She placed it on the table and opened it, revealing a beautifully crafted sex toy. It was unlike anything Sharon had seen before—a work of art in itself.
“This, Ms. Sharon, is a state-of-the-art vibrator, designed specifically to stimulate the G-spot and clitoris simultaneously. It’s not just a toy; it’s a medical device engineered to bring women to the most intense orgasms they’ve ever experienced.”
Sharon’s eyes widened as she took in the device. It was elegant, with a smooth, curved shaft and a smaller, bulbous attachment for clitoral stimulation. She felt a rush of warmth between her thighs, imagining the sensations it could evoke.
“I… I’ve never used anything like this before,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.
“Then it’s time you did,” Dr. Emily said, her voice low and sultry. “I’d like to demonstrate its effectiveness on you, if you’re willing.”
Sharon’s heart was pounding, and she could feel her pussy growing wet with anticipation. “Yes… yes, I’d like that very much.”
Dr. Emily’s fingers deftly undid the buttons of Sharon’s blouse, revealing her lace bra and the swell of her breasts. She gently caressed Sharon’s skin, her touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body. “Relax, Ms. Sharon. This is all about your pleasure.”
Sharon let out a soft moan as the doctor’s hands worked their magic, her fingers unhooking the bra and freeing her breasts. Dr. Emily’s touch was gentle yet firm, and she took her time exploring Sharon’s body, caressing her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks.
“You have a beautiful body, Ms. Sharon. Now, let’s see how this device can enhance your pleasure.” With that, she positioned the vibrator at the entrance of Sharon’s pussy, teasing her with the smooth, cool surface.
As the vibrator made contact with her sensitive flesh, Sharon gasped. The device was already sending ripples of pleasure through her body, and it hadn’t even been turned on yet. Dr. Emily’s fingers found the controls, and with a soft click, the vibrator sprang to life.
The sensations were unlike anything Sharon had ever experienced. The powerful vibrations coursed through her, targeting her G-spot with precision. At the same time, the clitoral stimulator teased her sensitive bud, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her.
“Oh… oh my!” Sharon exclaimed, her body arching off the table.
“That’s it, Ms. Sharon. Let yourself go. I want to see you climax,” Dr. Emily encouraged, her voice thick with arousal.
Sharon was lost in a whirlwind of pleasure. The vibrator worked its magic, and her body responded with an intensity she had never known. Her pussy clenched around the device, and her juices flowed freely, coating the vibrator with her essence.
“Yes… yes, I’m going to cum!” she cried out, her voice hoarse and raw.
Dr. Emily’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched Sharon’s body convulse in orgasm. She maintained the vibrations, keeping Sharon on the edge, prolonging her pleasure.
Sharon’s climax was explosive. Her body shook, and she cried out, her hands gripping the edges of the table. It was as if every nerve in her body was alive with sensation, and she couldn’t remember ever feeling so alive, so consumed by pleasure.
Slowly, the waves of ecstasy subsided, and Sharon lay panting on the table, her body spent but satisfied. Dr. Emily turned off the vibrator and gently removed it, placing it back in its box.
“That was… incredible,” Sharon managed to say, her voice breathless. “I’ve never experienced anything like that.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Ms. Sharon. This device is designed to bring women to the pinnacle of pleasure. And I must say, witnessing your orgasm was a pleasure in itself.” Dr. Emily’s voice was husky, and Sharon couldn’t help but wonder if the doctor derived a certain satisfaction from giving her patients such intense pleasure.
“I… I’d like to take this device home with me, if that’s possible,” Sharon said, her voice still shaky.
Dr. Emily smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Of course. I’ll make sure you have everything you need to continue your exploration at home. And remember, this is not just a toy; it’s a tool for your sexual wellness.”
Sharon nodded, her mind still reeling from the experience. She had never imagined that a routine check-up could lead to such an intense and satisfying sexual encounter. As she dressed and prepared to leave, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement, knowing that the ‘wellness accessory’ would be waiting for her at home, ready to bring her to new heights of pleasure.
As she walked out of Cul-de-sac Medical, Sharon couldn’t shake the feeling that this visit had been more than just a doctor’s appointment. It was a journey into a world of pleasure and discovery, and she couldn’t wait to explore it further. The memory of Dr. Emily’s skilled touch and the incredible orgasm she had experienced would stay with her, fueling her fantasies and desires for many nights to come.
I Phoned a Girl and I Liked It
The girl that helped bring me into the phone sex world was bisexual, and she and I had phone sex a few times. It’s a funny story, it happened many years ago before the internet even. I was shopping in a record store and saw this pretty girl in there quite a while looking at all these unusual records of sound effects and my curiosity got the better of me and I asked what she needed sound effects for and she looked around and said phone sex was her job.
I still didn’t know what sound effects had to do with phone sex, then she explained about spanking noises and all kinds of things and how some clients liked these noises being used on calls in the background! I laughed and said I had no idea, and she asked if I’d like to go get a coffee and talk, so I had nothing better to and went. She told me all about talking on the phone to masturbating men and what it’s like and I should give it a try. She gave me her number and told me to call her later that night.
I did call her up and I wasn’t expecting the conversation to go down the naughty road it did. She was talking to me like she would a client to show me what it’s like and all of a sudden I started to get turned on. She could hear it in my voice and breathing and we started masturbating together. It was very unexpected, but oh so very hot! So see guys, sometimes things really DO get hot for us phone girls! I bet you’d like to hear all about how she told me she’d lick my pussy if she was here with me, and the hot talk led to her helping me get in at the company she took calls from and we’d play once in a while as well, so it’s all worked out quite well.
Phone Slut On Demand
One of my favorite callers called me last night and we had a hot time. He said he was coming home soon and really needed to jerk off he was so horny, so he wanted to make sure I was available for a nice, long call and I said, yes, I was. He told me to lay down on the bed and get my favorite rabbit vibe out and lay back and lube up the tip of it and he was going to tell me just how to touch myself to drive myself wild and as usual he did a bang up job of it.
He told me how he wanted to fuck me and pin me down and shove his thick, hard cock in my cunt all the way up to the balls. He was feeling a bit naughty tonight and was being a bit more dominant than he usually is and I loved it! He was great on the phone and telling me how to position myself and what to do to get off so hard. I hadn’t a doubt he’d be just as fabulous in bed if ever I got to meet him for real. He drove me wild, and I loved having this naughty secret about the two of us no one knew about. I guided him to pump his cock just as he liked and he told me how I’d submit to him and be his good little whore, which I loved. I loved being his phone slut and doing as I was told.
He was so horny, he came three times and made me cum that many for him as well. I had such an insatiable pussy, and he brought the inner slut in me out for sure. I loved draining his balls and knowing he called me to do it rather than pick up some nameless slut in a bar or something, which he could easily have done I’m sure. But he called me for his cock and I was sure to always be there for him and drain him when he needed me to. It turns me on being at his beck and call, like a good slut should be for her guy. I was his phone slut and I loved every minute of it.
Late Night Call
I was sitting in bed reading before going to sleep when my phone rang, it was late and I had no idea who could be calling at this hour and for what unless it was an emergency. I answered and it was the sexy intern I’d fucked in the office a few nights before. My interest was piqued. He asked what I was doing and I said just reading. He said he had a better idea and a lot more exciting one. I said, oh, what’s that? Phone sex. Now I was really becoming untired!
He told me to open my legs and start by tracing my fingertips all over my pussy lips without opening them just yet, just lightly graze my nails over them. I did as he said to. I could feel myself getting wet, know he was soon going to tell me to touch my clit and finger my cunt. I told him my pussy lips were already starting to open on their own, without my fingers, the wetness from within was seeping out and they were opening like a fine orchid with my arousal. He said he was stroking his hard, teenage cock and it was so hard and thick in his hand as he rubbed it up and down and smoothed his pre cum all over the head of it with his palm.
I loved the sound of his voice and how he sounded when he masturbated, he was really turning me on and making me so wet and horny. Knowing he was just 18 turned me on so much, I loved it. He was so horny at that age. He told me to start rubbing my clit and I was already so turned on , I kept rubbing faster and faster and he told me to cum and he shot his load a few seconds later after hearing me pant for him like a bitch in heat. I couldn’t wait to feel his young cock inside me again, it really drove me crazy!
