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.