Madame Butterfly

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In my last story, “I Found a DVD”, I told of how I had witnessed my work colleague, Jane, getting cum splattered over her face from her husband and how this made me so horny every time I saw her that I had to find ways to achieve desperately needed orgasms at work.I decided I should expand on this part of the story.As I mentioned, I had found videos of Jane getting cum squirted into her face and it made me sooo horny. Every time I saw her at work we would stop and chat, usually by the photocopier, coffee machine, etc. As we chatted, all I could think about was the vision of her husband’s cock exploding into her face and over her tits. I would be standing there trying to pay attention to what was being said, but really just feeling the wet feeling spreading through my pussy area as my slit leaked juices.After these encounters, I was so horny I would have to disappear to the ladies’ restrooms and hope they were empty so that I could lock myself into a cubicle and bring myself off. I found myself having to do this about five or six times a day, and I was becoming obsessed with Jane’s face with its hanging strings of cum. I even started to take a change of underwear as one pair simply got too wet. This didn’t help my infatuation as I just ended up holding the soiled ones up to my Bostancı Escort nose, breathing deeply while I wanked. I decided that it would not be long before my disappearances would be noticed and my work colleagues would think I was bunking off work. Try as I might though to stay at my desk, the vision of Jane rubbing her face over Pete’s cock always came to the surface and I had to get relief.I would take the bus home from work, and if I’d had a lot of contact with Jane I would board the bus in a state of agitation. I was always keen to get to the back of the bus so that, if there was no one there, I could put a hand up my skirt and, pulling my panties aside, finger my sopping gash. In an effort not to draw attention to myself I would not let myself cum until I walked through my front door where I would immediately strip off, sit on the floor in front of a full length mirror, spread my legs and watch myself as I worked on my pussy. I would bring myself to orgasm after orgasm.I needed something more…”efficient”.One night I trawled the internet for discreet vibrators and found exactly what I was looking for, and I ordered it with next day delivery specified.The next day was like the day before. I kept bumping into Jane and even had to Bostancı Escort Bayan have a one-hour meeting with her, which at least meant that I couldn’t wank for that time.When I got home there was a small package for me. I stripped off at the same time as opening the package. It was my “Butterfly” discreet vibrator. A vibrator that I could wear all the time!Being naked by now, I popped the batteries into the device. It had two looped straps which my legs went through and I pulled it up into position so that its knobbly surface was pressed against my clit. The two looped straps I pulled up over the globes of my buttocks and adjusted them for length so that they disappeared up the crack of my arse. The vibrator head was connected to a remote control by cable. I picked this up and switched it to the maximum ‘5’ setting. “Yeeeooow!” I leapt into the air as the brutal vibrations thumped my clitoris! Ten seconds of that and I would be cumming hard, but I wanted to see if I could enjoy it more. I immediately turned the remote control down to its gentlest setting, ‘1’, which sent a steady throb through my pussy. God! I hope this is waterproof!I stood in front of the mirror with it still throbbing away and I admired how it looked on my Escort Bostancı pussy and with the straps over my hips like a skimpy thong. I put some panties over the top to see how it looked. Apart from the slight bulge at the front, it was almost invisible. I could probably get away wearing tight jeans with this on too.I decided to wear the Butterfly for the whole evening. I remained naked except for the device and walked around my house with it gently throbbing against my clit. I cooked my evening meal wearing it, did some ironing, watched telly, even phoned my mum with the steady flow of juices running from my crack, teetering on the edge of orgasm for hours. I was in heaven. Eventually, at the end of my evening with Madame Butterfly, I turned it up to ‘5’ and she rewarded my patience with a mind-blowing, squirting orgasm which proved that it was waterproof, at least.Next morning, I excitedly dressed for work. I started with the Butterfly, strapping her into place, and couldn’t resist setting it to ‘number 1’ whilst I put on some panties, bra, blouse and tight jeans. The tight jeans had the effect of pressing the butterfly directly against my clit so that, even on ‘1’, I think I would not have been able to hold back like the night before. I switched it off. I dropped my jeans a little and fed the remote between my legs so that its cable was between my pussy lips (an exciting feeling in itself) and up the crack of my arse. I pulled my jeans up and popped the remote control into my back pocket.I tried to be disciplined and forced myself not to switch it on for the journey to work.

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