I wasn’t in a mood to go out that Saturday night. My boyfriend and I had been fighting in person, via text messages and over the phone most of the day. But my friends wanted me to go out and someone on Twitter suggested that I go out while wearing a butt plug. Blame it on the margaritas at dinner, it seemed like a good idea.
Just taking it out of the drawer where I hid my sex toys made my heart pound. I started to have second thoughts, but I didn’t change my decision. I bent over the edge of my bed, my jeans down to my knees, my lace thong not far behind, I started to touch myself. I imagined what it would be like if there was a man behind me. I covered the butt plug with lube and slid it into my tight ass. The only thing that snapped me out of that was a text message from a friend, asking where I was.
I felt so naughty walking out of my apartment. I was so glad that I didn’t pass anyone, but I had called an Uber. I felt so nervous getting into the car, but the driver didn’t seem to notice anything other than my low cut top. I had a hard time concentrating as the friendly driver made small talk. It had been too long since I had been that horny.
In the bar, my friends didn’t say that they noticed anything, but I felt like they knew, as well as everyone else in the bar knew. I had checked in the mirror before I left, it wasn’t visible, but could they tell how turned on I was when I got there, or how distracted I was while we talked. None of my friends are virgins, but I’m sure I was the only one wearing a butt plug that night.
I did get too nervous before the night was over. The sensation was too much and I worried that might fall out, get uncomfortable or that someone would notice. I went into the bathroom and in a stall, I bent over and took it out. I almost touched myself again, but I didn’t. Instead, I cleaned it, wrapped it in tissues and hid it in my flip purse before another girl came in to use the bathroom.
Removing the plug, did little to reduce my excitement. I was so horny that I decided to forget about what my boyfriend and I had been fighting about and invited him via text message to meet me at my apartment. He put up a little resistance until I sent him a message that said I had been wearing a butt plug.
I got to my apartment first and couldn’t wait for him. I stripped down to just my bra and thong. Again, I bent over. I pulled the thong out of the way and slid a slightly larger butt plug into me. I wanted to finger myself right there, but I didn’t. I pulled the thong on, put on my silk robe and waited for him on the couch. The robe came off as soon as he came into my living room.
“I’m wearing a butt plug again.” I said with a definite eagerness to my voice.
“Oh really.” He grabbed my ass cheek, but I twisted away before he could do more. I knew what I wanted to do.
“Sit on the couch.”
He did and I opened up his jeans, pulling them and his boxer briefs out of the way. He was semi-hard already. He stroked his cock, as I did a little strip tease out of my thong in front of him.
I didn’t try any foreplay. I didn’t need to be warmed up. I sat on his cock, facing away from him so he could see the plug. His cock slid deep into me, exactly what I had needed.
I rode his cock hard, bouncing up and down on him as fast I could. The combination of his cock inside of me and the butt plug made me moan and scream. I came in record time, and he followed me a few moments later.
We weren’t done. I took the butt plug out, but after a quick bathroom break, he was all over me. He was hard again and I had an idea. I led him into the bedroom, where I took out a new suction dildo that he had never seen before.
He didn’t say anything as I attached it to my mirror at cock height. Our eyes locked as I got on my hands and knees, then took the thick, life like dildo from from behind doggy style. I motioned him closer and took his really hard cock in my mouth. I wondered if it reminded him of any of the threesomes that he knew I had done in college when we were just friends. I know it reminded me.
After a few minutes, I turned around. He grabbed my waist and took me from behind. I took the dildo in my mouth and started to suck on it like it was a real cock. In the mirror, I could see him watching me and did everything I could to put on a show.
He fucked me hard, making it difficult to suck on the dildo at times. He plowed cock deep inside of me. “Do you know how much I fantasize about being in between you and another guy?” I asked during a short pause.
“I can imagine.” He said then started fucking me again.
I was still intoxicated enough to ask the next question. “Would you be open to that?”
“Yes.”
I wanted to ask him to repeat it, but I didn’t. Inside, I couldn’t have been more happy. I sucked on the dildo like I was trying to make it cum. He fucked me wildly. He grabbed my hair, played rough with my tits and I loved it.
A few minutes later, he filled me with his cum for a second time.
In bed a little while later, I asked him again. “Would you really be open to that?”
“Maybe. Maybe us and another girl first?”
We’d done that before, but if it was a first step, I was more than willing to do that again. “Sounds like fun to me.”
