Do You Want To Leave Or Do You Want To Watch?

My new Internet provider was supposed to come to set up my Internet at my condo this week. I called and canceled the appointment, but the person on the other end did not process the request. The technician showed up at my door and asked if they could come in. I told them they would need access to the technical room in order to set it up, which I did not have. The technician insisted that he wanted to try anyways.

I was already strapped up, ready to peg my next volunteer, Mr. B. Mr. B insisted in let the technician in. So I did. My volunteer sat behind door number three when the technician entered. I kept my strap-on on and just threw on a pink housecoat at the risk of the dildo poking out for the technician to see. I closed all three of my doors at my condo.

Door number 1 is my storage room.

Door number 2 is my bathroom.

Door number 3 is my massage/play room.

The technician came in and tried to unlock some stuff from the front closet. He tried to access the basement, and asked me if he could have my keys. I told him he couldn’t, and he can just buzz me to get back in.

He came back in and stared at my picture on the wall. The picture of me as a character wearing lingerie and holding wine with the words “wine not?” He told me that my apartment is very nice. I was texting Mr. B behind door number 3 while he was playing with cock and patiently waiting. He was tempted to come out butt naked as the technician was taking a very long time.

The technician looked around and saw men’s clothes hanging up on the coat hooks at the front of my door and the bag of gym clothes right in front of door number two.

I watched him study my photo. He was also examining the various doors that were closed. I imagined him thinking, ‘is he (or multiple people) in door number one door number two or door number three?’

He asked me where my TV was. I told him I don’t have one and, instead, I use my imagination. He told me that he loved the changing colours of the condo, commented on the cleanliness and the relaxing vibe. All while continuing to stare at my picture. I commented on him staring and validated his obvious positive experience. “It’s a nice photo, don’t you think?” I also pointed out the other hanging photo of beside it that says, “do what you love”. I said, “do what you love, ‘wine not’?”

He wouldn’t leave so I took out a vibrator (magic wand) and put it in my housecoat pocket for him to see. My intention for Mr. B was to try out our new vibrating dildo strap on and simultaneously vibrate the tip of his cock.

Finally, I asked the technician, “do you want to leave or do you want to watch?” He was confused. He left, not because he wanted to, but because he was intimidated. He ended up doing the rest of his paperwork in the car.

I sat on my white chair while Mr. B sat on my lap, facing me. We slowly slide the dildo inside of him and the turned on both vibrators. Mr. B sat on my vibrating dildo and reported that he was experiencing more pleasure than ever before. He got off quickly influenced by the fantasy of having someone watch and also the fact that I had a magic wand on his cock while he was grinding my vibrating strap on dildo directly onto his prostate. It’s usually a lot more effort involved on my part to get him to climax manually with my hands.

He texted me after he left and told me he could still feel me buzzing inside of him. He said he could easily cum again as he was driving to meet others for dinner. I hope I stayed with him for the rest of the night.