Page 6 of Second Helpings (Sweet Treats 4)

With dazed eyes, my hand scrabbles for my phone. The app is already open, and with a lazy finger, I press the green “Go” button. Immediately, the egg begins to vibrate and I let out a delighted sigh. It’s only on low, so the rumble is soft and pleasing. My folds grow swollen from the stimulation as my nips harden.

I enjoy this setting for a few minutes, and then decide to up the ante. My fingers find my phone again, and I switch up the dial to medium. The vibrations in the egg increase and I let out another low, guttural groan. Oh god, it feels so good. My nips are tingling now, and my hard nub needs a good squeeze. I reach down and pinch it lightly, letting out another delighted cry. If the egg feels this good, how will a man feel when the time comes?

But right now, I only have my toy, so I decide to go for the maximum ride. My fingers swipe over my cell phone screen again, setting the egg on its strongest setting. It immediately responds, and the pulsing in my kitty is sensational. Hot tremors run through my sweetest spot, and I can feel my muscles tensing and lifting as I approach the peak. Ooooh! A melodious moan rings out as I squeeze my nips, corkscrewing off the tips. I reach down and begin rubbing myself, even as the egg pulses inside. It’s coming!

But then, just as I’m about to shatter, a low male voice fills the room. What? How did a man get in here? Immediately, I look around wildly, trying to identify the source, but it seems the voice is coming from my computer speakers. What? How is that happening?

But this isn’t just a random blast of radio transmission. Instead, the voice is low, deep and commanding.

“Slide a finger into your bottom, sweetheart,” it rasps. “We promise it will feel good.”

I scream then, soaring off the edge. My pussy pulses, juices squirting out to spray in a clear arc through the air. My unseen watchers let out delighted groans, moaning as they witness my ecstasy. But what’s happening? Who’s here with me, and whose voice is that?

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Sienna

My vision blacks out as hot electrical pulses tear through my kitty.

“Unnnh!” I scream, my back arching with pleasure. Jolts of pleasure make my toes point and my tits are lifted to the ceiling, jiggling with rose-red tips. “Oh god!”

But the voice from my speakers doesn’t stop.

“Slide a finger in your bottom, honey,” it growls. “It’ll feel even better if you do that.”

I pant, trying to get my bearings. What’s going on? How can a mysterious voice be coming from my computer? Who is that?

“Who are you?” I demand. “What are you doing in my room! This is criminal trespass!”

Low chuckles come from the speaker, and a new male voice comes on.

“Sweetheart, trust me, this is going to fun. We’ll tell you who we are after you’re done, but just humor us for right now, okay? Slide a finger in that sweet bottom because I promise, it’ll feel good. Have you ever been double penetrated? This is your chance, Sienna.”

I jerk upright, my pink curves flushed.

“How do you know my name? Who set this up?”

The low chuckles come again.

“We know your name because we’ve been watching you for a while now, sweetheart. But please, just do as we say this first time okay? Now lie back, raise your knees again and keep going with the egg. Watching you slip it into yourself was the highlight of our day, baby girl, but we’re ready for some more action now.”

Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening. It sounds as if there are two men on the other side of the connection, and that they’re both watching me as if this is some kind of cam girl show. Except I’m not a cam girl, so where is the camera? I scan my room quickly, but there are no bugs. Of course there aren’t. Bugs these days are as big as a dust mote, so I’d never be able to see one with the naked eye.

But how are they able to see me then? Suddenly, I realize what it must be. My phone is linked to my computer in a number of different ways. It’s creepy, but ads I see on my phone often re-appear on my desktop, and it’s as if advertisers follow me from one device to another. It must be the Sexy Slave company. The app must have activated my computer as well, and now these strange men are telling me to touch myself.

“Go to hell,” I spit, even as my curves continue shuddering with pleasure. “You’re breaking the law.”

Again, low chuckles sound on the other side.

“We’d happily go to hell if it meant enjoying that delectable body of yours while we’re there,” one man rumbles. “You’re so gorgeous, baby. So big, beautiful, and bountiful, and that pink slit looks good stretched around the egg. Now humor us, okay? Just try it. Slide a finger into your bottom, and show us how it’s done.”

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