Amy Had the Perfect Forced Orgasm Plan!

To Force an Orgasm on Amy: Dial 555–690–0000

She quickly learned the benefits of the vibration settings on different cell phones. Often she would find places to sit with her cell held tightly between her thighs on the highest vibration setting. Then patiently wait . . . already wet . . . for some spam or fake sales calls to take her over the edge in a public place . . .

Amy was one of the odd ones who purposely got onto as many of those lists as possible, so she’d be called often any day or any night!

Over a six-month period, she traded in her cell phones just as many times. Always explaining, “I work in an extra loud area and can never hear my phone. Often, it’s so loud; I won’t even feel my phone vibrating. What’s the strongest vibrating phone you have? Do you have one stronger than this one?”

If questioned by the Sales Person, “Where do you work?” or “Why’s it so loud there?” Her story and acting would quickly fall apart. More often than not, the sales person already knew she was lying and was getting off on her cell phone’s vibration. So they’d only add those follow up questions if they liked watching a redhead squirm.

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Amy had finally found the strongest vibrating cell phone available, but her lust for surprise forced orgasms continued to grow beyond her control. In her day-to-day life, she would be eyeing up and checking out every item out there beyond the endless supply of vibrators.

Regular vibrators just wouldn’t work on her from some reason. The best way to explain it would be trying to tickle yourself. Others can give her a surprise tickle, which always made her piss a little. OK . . . off track there . . . sorry . . .

Point is, if she tried to give herself an orgasm while knowing it was coming, she wouldn’t cum. For Amy, it was the anticipation of knowing the vibration would happen sometime, without knowing the exact time.

Her plan of having random spam callers pushing her over the edge was perfect! It just lacked the level of vibration intensity Amy needed! She didn’t give up, and eventually her watchful eye on everything around her finally paid off!

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She was in a resale shop when the person behind the counter got a call on a mock Victorian styled hard line phone. The intense rattle of the phone’s base against the counter caused vibrations to be felt in Amy’s elbows at the far end of the surface!

“Oh My God! What is that?” Asked Amy, while failing to not get outwardly sexually aroused by it! The nice older woman, who was trying to talk on the phone, held her hand up to try and quiet her down.

Amy kept talking, “That’s really intense? Where did you get that? Do you sell those here? If not, do you know where I can get one? I really like that! Can that cord reach the bathroom?”

Finally, the nice older woman tells the person on the phone, “Hold please.” Covers the mouth piece extra tightly and says, “SHUT THE FUCK UP RED!” Then, switches back to her nice voice and ends the call with, “Yes . . . open until five . . . you have a wonderful day also.”

With the phone hung up, she returns her attention to Amy. “Excuse me, but could you please stop grinding yourself into the corner of my counter!”

Just then, another call comes in and Amy screams, “DON’T ANSWER IT!” as she quickly shudders and gasps out an intense orgasm!

The woman, in shock, pics up the phone anyway and says, “Granny’s Resale . . . how can I help you?”

An angry voice comes through her phone, at the same time Amy says into her cell, “You could have helped me by not answering your phone like I told you to do!”

Amy did leave the resale shop with something unique . . . a warning from the Police to never shop there again . . .

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After weeks of online shopping, Amy finally did find her phone with the loudest and most intense ring ever! She switched to getting a bundled plan that included a hard line in her apartment! She was fucking wet with excitement and anticipation of her day!

She convinced a very confused friend to tie her up to her couch with her phone in place. The cold brass and hard wood of the phone’s base was pushed up against her pussy, and she hugged it with her milky smooth thighs.

Amy looked to Stacy and said, “Now promise you won’t come back to release me for at least 12 hours? . . . Promise me?”

Stacy, thinking she understood what was happening, replied, “I promise Amy.”

Before Stacy left, Amy ways with a smirk, “Call Me!” Stacy now knew for sure exactly what was happening. She would be sure to call her . . . a couple of times . . .

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Amy did get her new hard line number onto as many spam caller lists as she could, but knew with such a short time frame, it wouldn’t be enough. That’s why she went with adding over two hundred signs with those pull off numbers all over town.

The signs read: To Force an Orgasm on Amy: Dial 555–690–0000 between 9am & 9pm this Saturday. Please! If it’s busy . . . Amy begs you to try again!

Most people would publicly act disgusted at seeing such signs posted in a Library, Grocery Store or Church . . . yet every tear off tag was taken! People . . . oh you endless supply of naughty people! I love you all!

Amy had already soaked through her panties and could slide on her black vinyl couch easily if she wanted to. But she held still and kept her giver of pleasures, her enforcer of orgasms snugly between her thighs!

9:01am! The intense rings of her very first call came in, and she just barely started to orgasm . . . pushing her hips towards her phone, causing the headset to pop off its holder! She can hear the gravelly voice of a stranger say, “Ohhh Ammmmy! Am I forcing you to orgasm? Am I? Ammmmy? Am I? Moan for me Amy! Let me know you like it! Are you cumming yet? Do you like it Ammmmmy?”

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Amy learned a lot on her 12 hour-long phone call with Stan. He was an Iron Worker from Uptown and was a week away from retirement. She learned and had pretty much memorized the names of all seven of his Grandkids, and even the names of Hover, Itty Bit and One Nut, who were Stan’s three dogs.

Most importantly, she learned the importance of tie-wrapping her handset to it’s holder for next Saturday! Stan promised to call her next week . . .

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