The Butterfly SeXStoRY

I enjoy working behind the bar, serving drinks,cheeky banter with boobs like mine I am eye candy behind the bar, the other good thing is I get to find items left behind by the general public. It was on such an occasion that I found THE BUTTERFLY! What's that I hear you shout,it's a sex toy,pretty sophisticated one, a bullet shaped body with two wings on elastic thong, plus a remote control. Totally wireless, abandoned under a table, maybe the bright pink carrier bag was a bit girly for the stud muffin who left it! Opening the bag imagine my surprise when finding a box with German words Schmetterling/Uh opening the box and removing the plastic I realise what it's for. Ooh one unlucky girl her present lost by her d***ken boyfriend or hubby. This was one piece of Lost Property I really would like to stay lost, it has just got a new owner, although no one else around I go off to the ladies loo to try it out, more market research, I can always wash it after, excuses excuses. Well my sensible skirt was off along with my satin knicks, pulling up the elastic strapping it was a matter of seconds before it was fully installed, the body sitting in against my pussy and the pea shaped head on my clit. Where's "shit have to pull a plastic tag out to get the batteries to work in the remote". Which looks like a t.v. remote. Theres a letter P. lets try that ooh P is for pulse the up arrow has got to be the intensity... lets turn up the volume wow. thats so powerful. V.is vibrate double wow and T.? Enough playing wanna get home and try this out on my own bed,not bothering to take it off, the drive home was memorable the slow pulse against my clit was divine. Once home, wine was d***k, multiple orgasms ensued, the next day being the total obsessive I am, I wore it all day, was I loving this toy! Damn it was footie night in the bar,I had changed earlier into a clingy black dress and my clutch bag "Your late" the boss remarked. Seeing has he is doing all the work I can understand his attitude. Throwing my jacket and handbag behind the bar I start to serve Pints, the punters love my cleavage as I wrap my manicured hands around the pump, the jerking moment never fails to get me jiggling, unknown to me the careless way I chucked my bag not only did my St Moritz Menthols slide out but also the remote control! "Come on fat man" a spotty oike shouts at my boss" Get the tele on,The footie's on in a minute!" The remote is spotted behind the bar, argh no. Do I tell them it's my remote... If remote control abuse was a crime it certainly got repeated a lot that night. nine or more excited footie fans trying to get the t.v. to work, they found the T button which is T for Turbo then the V. vibrate and cranked everything up In a few minutes I was cumming so much it was trickling down my legs. The bl**dy thing don't work! Hang on theres a buzzing noise! Some of the comments. Yeah the fucking buzzing is my burning hot clit! Its at this point my boss decides to make me tray over a round of drinks,to pacify them! In these spiky heels and on the verge of cumming for a third time I venture in to the valley of testosterone, nipples out like coathooks. "That buzzing is getting louder" One of them remarks.Still they keep pressing the buttons in the hope the footie comes on. "Your dr-inks- ahh- four pints of god I am so fucking hor-ny(breathless and whispered) I want their sweaty hands over my body tearing at my dress their throbbing cocks exploding over my white globes and on my red glossy lips. "Thanks fat tart" I will take that you will break it! Snatching the remote back. Why don't you try The Butterfly Pub up the high St.. they got Sky! THE END.