Love Egg - Public Toilet

Wearing a brave smile Dawn accepted her fate. “As grim as it is, I suppose the toilet block is best. I don’t want to get fined and cautioned for public nudity.”

“No, you don’t. I’ll wait outside like a good husband. Call me if you need me.”

“Just try not to break out into a wank before I’m ready.”

“I’ll be playing with my app rather than my cock. Don’t worry.”

Dawn didn’t answer as she climbed to her feet. Her mind felt fogged with worries about what the coming hours held in store.

The toilet block was unisex and was every bit as grim as she imgained. It was dimly lit with yellowish light, and the bulb in the far corner flickered and buzzed. Though there was CCTV on the entrance she imagined all sorts of transactions and sordid things went on in this space. A sign on the door said it was cleaned daily, but the smell of poor drainage said otherwise. The smell of piss and shit dominated Dawn’s senses, adding to her misery. Only flies thrived in a place like this

Dawn wondered what had become of her? Could she be saved from the saddest of fates? At this late hour, probably not. She was going to stuff a love egg up her pussy the warm her up to fuck a stranger.

How the mighty fall.

Dawn gazed forlornly into the grimy mirror and saw her sad reflection staring back – judging herself. She felt on the verge of crying. Trying to fight back the welling tears, biting her lip, and pushing the heels of her hands against her tear ducts., she needed a miracle.

But Dawn fell off the emotional cliff edge and began to cry.

Dawn knew she wasn’t better than this. This was exactly what she was. A whore.

The truth hurt.

After her moment of weakness Dawn took a deep breath and reasserted herself. Her makeup looked a mess, made her look like a sad clown. But she would worry about that after the task at hand. Heading for the stalls, Dawn locked herself in the graffitied cubicle and rested her handbag on the stainless-steel cistern.

Dawn muttered to herself, “Focus on the dream, Dawn. Focus. Focus. Focus.” She had indeed liked the idea of owning a crèche, and who knows, one day she could even run her own nursey. That’s what she was doing this for. Her dream of a better life. With that, Dawn slipped her hand under the hem of her red dress and hooked her fingers into her red silk panties laced with gold thread. Pulling down her underwear she kept her legs parted just enough to stop the gusset touching the damp grimy floor tiles.

Dawn took the egg out of the box. It was the size of the chicken egg and made of white plastic. Its surface felt smooth and soft. Corporate and futuristic. As if it was an Apple product.

A small cord trailed from the bottom which Dawn guessed was to be used to help pull it out like a tampon. An emergency stop. A kill switch.

Doubling over into a squat, as if she was going to piss into the toilet without sitting on the seat, she reached between her slender thighs and rested the egg on her freshly waxed vulva. Squinting with concentration and dread, as she pushed it against her tight lips.

Far from aroused, Dawn pussy was dry. She felt tight.

Yet Dawn preserved. Letting out an uncomfortable groan Dawn continued to push. “C’mon, c’mon come on.”

Dawn finally felt movement. “That’s it.” Her pussy began to stretch to accept its latest visitor, welcoming the egg, letting it sink into place before consuming over it whole.

Dawn let out a sigh of relief. Clearly stressed, she felt hot and sweaty. But she had won her first victory of the day.

She pulled up her panties. Fixed her dress, before opening the cubicle door and leaving with her handbag.

Back at the mirror Dawn began to fix her mascara which had run in dark black rivulets. She looked a mess. Felt a mess. But was determined to get through the day While using a makeup pad to clean her cheeks She heard a ping followed by robotic Japanese.

愛の卵

“What the fuck?” Dawn looked around but saw nobody. It then dawned on her; the egg had a voice. And had come alive. The egg then spoke in West Coast American.

SEARCHING FOR FRIENDLY DEVICES IN YOUR AREA.

Dawn forgot about her make up. A sense of dread washed over her. “Oh dear.”

SIXTEEN AVAILABLE MATCHES.

“Sixteen?”

PAIRING WITH ALL DEVICES.

“What the fuck?” Dawn fell into panic. As if it was an Alexa device, Dawn began to try to switch it off by giving orders. “Stop. Love Egg, stop. Egg stop.” Running back into the cubicle Dawn slammed the door shut, locking it behind her. She pulled down her panties in one swift movement and went to pull on the cord which was hanging out of pussy.

DETACHING PULLCORED.

The cord came free in her hand. “No, no, no. NOO.”

DEVICE PAIRED. GOING LIVE

“Get out, get out, get out.” Dawn sank her finger into her cunt and tried to pull the egg free without success. To find more purchase, Dawn squatted as much as she could. She then heaved, while using her fingers to try dislodging the egg. However, it had secreted its own lube, causing her grip to slip.

The egg remained stubbornly lodge deep inside, as if had glued itself in. Dawn screamed in desperation, hurting herself with her finger tryinf to remove the egg.

EGG ENTERING TAMPER DECTION MODE

Dawn suddenly got smacked by an electric shock. It felt hard hitting, deep cutting, and travelled from her inner core up her spine before being translated into a lustful primal scream.

She threw her back before collapsing, head over heels onto the toilet. But the toilet seat was up, meaning Dawn fell ass first into the stained pan.

Despite a painful fall, all Dawn could focus on was the sensation coming from deep within her body. The zap had been followed by violent vibrations.

It felt sinfully good.

Dawn had forgotten her immediate problems. For the first time in months, she felt blissful. Saw a clarity that had no horizons. A blank canvas she could paint a bright future on. “Fuck that felt feels so good!”

The frantic vibrating caused the egg to buzz like a vicious hornet. It held dawn in an orgasmic vice. Strangling Dawn, cutting her off from her mind and slipping dawn into sexual trance.

Temporary paralysed by a higher being, Dawn reached another level, and felt herself melting below the skin.

Dawn was dripping wet. “Oh God.”

The buzzing hit such a high pitch that only dogs and whores can hear.

Dawn rolled her eyes back. Her toes had curled with cramp. She had long lost control of her mind and body. Sinking into another world. A better one. A world where she would never have to leave the egg.

A place called heaven.

The egg suddenly stopped.

Dawn came back to earth. She opened her eyes. Saw the mess. After catching her breath, she regained some sense of reality.

Trying to free herself from the toilet, Dawn grabbed hold of the tissue dispenser, and began to pull herself free.

The egg sensed Dawn moving and began to attack her again from the inside. Spinning one way, then racing the other. Dawn went into spasm. “Fuck!”

Dawn’s sudden jolt pulled the dispenser off the woodchip wall, causing Dawn to fall backwards into the bog. She couldn’t feel the emerging bruises on her lower back and arse cheeks, or smell the shit-stained pan beneath. She just focused on her roaring, raging, egg induced orgasm.

“Fuck me! Fuck me. I’m cumming! Oh God. Ohhh God.” Dawn flapped and thrusted like fish caught on an angler’s hook. Her legs kicking, arms flailing. Her shoes flying off her feet and clattering against the door.

A woman possessed by an egg.

A ridiculous sight. A ridiculous day

A ridiculous Dawn.

The egg finally powered down, leaving Dawn an exhausted mess of a woman. Eyes closed she was unaware of the shadow of person visible under the door

But the egg noticed.

ORGASIM RATING 3.0. WELLDONE ON A PERSONAL BEST. YOU ARE NOW RANKED 2757th OVERALL- CUMMINATOR RATES YOU AS... IMPROVEMENT NEEDED. BETTER TO CUM.

YOU ARE NOW READY FOR YOUR MATCH.

There was a knock on the door.

Dawn opened her eyes and realised her sex adventure had only just begun.