I slipped the butt plug into my ass with a slow, deliberate push, feeling the cool metal stretch my tight hole as it settled into place. The base rested snugly against my skin, hidden under the soft fabric of my summer dress. I adjusted the straps on my bra, making sure my big tits were properly supported, then smoothed the dress over my plump belly and round ass. The plug shifted slightly as I moved, sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine. The butt plug felt incredible against this most intimate part of myself; it was as though it were a secret I was keeping, just for me. As I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, enjoying the way the dress hugged my ass cheeks and how the plug excited me with each movement, a wicked grin spread across my face.
I grabbed my keys and headed out, the sensation of the plug moving inside me with every step making my pussy throb. I could already feel my plump lips swelling, becoming more sensitive as I walked to the car. The drive was sweet torture. Every bump in the road made the plug press against that sweet spot inside my ass, and by the time I pulled into the parking lot of the clothing store, I was soaked.
I browsed the racks, picking out a few things to try on, but my mind wasn’t on clothes. Every step I took reminded me of the plug nestled deep in my ass, and I could feel my pussy leaking, the wetness soaking through my panties. I glanced around, making sure no one was watching, then slipped into a changing room with my armful of clothes.
As soon as the door closed behind me, I dropped the clothes on the bench and pulled up my dress. My panties were drenched, the fabric clinging to my swollen pussy lips. I hooked my fingers under the waistband and slid them down, letting them drop to the floor. The cool air hit my wetness, making me shiver. I reached back and gave the base of the plug a little tug, feeling it shift inside me, and a low moan escaped my lips.
I leaned against the wall for support, spreading my legs wide. My fingers found my clit, already hard and throbbing. I rubbed it in quick, desperate circles, the pleasure building fast. My other hand reached back, gripping the base of the plug and pulling it out just enough to feel the stretch before pushing it back in. The combination of sensations was overwhelming; my asshole clenching around the plug, my clit pulsing under my fingers, my pussy reacting on every movement. Lost in a haze of desire, my mind drifted back to earlier that day when I had first inserted the butt plug. The tightness as it stretched my ass, the sense of control and submission it brought me… It was unlike anything else. And now, with my fingers teasing my clit and my body moving in rhythm against the wall, the sensations intensified tenfold.
I was so close already, but I wanted to draw it out, to make it last. I slowed my movements, easing off my clit and letting the plug rest still inside me. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, but my body had other ideas. My hips twitched, craving more friction, and I couldn’t resist. I started rubbing my clit again, this time with more pressure, my fingers slick with my juices. The plug pressed against sensitive spots inside me, and I felt myself tightening around it.
“Fuck,” I whispered, biting my lip to keep from crying out. My tits bounced with every thrust of my hips, and I reached up with my free hand to squeeze one, pinching the nipple hard enough to make me gasp. The pain only heightened the pleasure, and I could feel my orgasm building again, faster this time.
I started pumping the plug in and out of my ass, the squelching sound filling the small room. My pussy dripped onto the floor beneath me, and I spread my legs wider, giving myself more access. My fingers worked furiously on my clit, and I could feel my walls spasming as I came closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I moaned, unable to keep quiet any longer. My body tensed, every muscle tightening as the first wave of pleasure hit me. My pussy clenched hard, gushing with creamy juices as my orgasm ripped through me. I felt the tightness of my ass grip the butt plug in rhythm with my orgasm. My vision blurred, and my hearing seemed to muffle into the distance, leaving only the sensations between my legs to occupy my mind. My knees buckled, but I managed to stay upright, riding out the waves of pleasure until they finally subsided.
I slumped against the wall, breathing hard. My dress was rumpled, my tits exposed, and there was a puddle of my juices on the floor. I looked at myself in the mirror. Hair a mess, face flushed, lips swollen. I couldn’t help but smile. I was such a fucking mess, and I loved it.
I took a moment to catch my breath, then straightened up and pulled the plug all the way out. My asshole twitched at the sudden emptiness, and I winced a little as I wrapped the plug in a paper towel and tossed it into my bag. I cleaned up as best I could with another tissue, then stepped back into my messy panties and smoothed down my dress.
