Karen picked up Bobbie’s discarded butt plug. She didn’t know why Bobbie hadn’t taken it with her, but from the smells still permeating the air in the lavatory, she had a good guess. Well, that and seeing the disheveled Bobbie slipping out the back way gave her a pretty good clue. She took it to one of the sinks and was washing it when the door opened and Morgan walked in.
Morgan was a manager from the other company on this floor of the building. She was many of the things Karen didn’t care for, including a forceful personality and a brassy attitude. They rarely interacted and had basically a nodding acquaintance when passing each other.
Just as Karen finished, she felt someone next to her and was surprised when Morgan pulled the plug from her hand.
“What do we have here?”
Karen was flustered, she hadn’t thought to hide it.
Morgan turned it over in her hand, the purple jewel at one end flashed in the light, the large silver bulb actually seemed larger in Morgan’s hand than when it was sitting on the floor. “I wouldn’t have guessed you had it in you, literally I mean.” Morgan stroked Karen’s ass.
Karen jumped and pressed against the counter, not sure what to say or do. Yes, she really enjoyed seeing it in Bobbie’s ass, but this was . . .
Morgan popped it into Karen’s mouth when she opened it to speak. “It needs to be well-lubed before you put it back in.” Karen tried to pull away, but Morgan was pushing her against the counter. She was fucking Karen’s mouth with it, causing plenty of spit.
“Hold it there for a moment.” Morgan left it in her mouth and paused as if daring Karen to spit it out. She looked Karen dead in the eye in the mirror, the look on her face was indecipherable, but it seemed to freeze Karen in her tracks.
Reaching behind her, Morgan lifted Karen’s skirt, tugging it over her hips. “Panty-fucking-hose, no wonder you weren’t going to put it back in.”
Karen would have said something, but her mouth was full and her hands were all that was keeping her upright as Morgan started pulling and tugging on her pantyhose and panties.
“Next time, stockings, no pantyhose. And these granny-panties have got to go.”
Karen thought, “Next time?”
Morgan pushed her down on the counter, her ass in the air and then she spit on the crack of Karen’s ass and started rubbing it down until she felt her asshole. More spit and in seconds Karen’s mind was leaving her. She was more turned on than she even realized from her encounter with Bobby and Morgan made a bunch of assumptions that Karen didn’t seem to have any time to correct. Without realizing it, Karen started pushing back against Morgan’s wet fingers.
“I always knew your prim and proper ways were a front for a real slut!”
Karen might have protested, but the only sound that came out of her mouth was a groan. Then Morgan took the now well-lubricated plug from her mouth and even caught some of the dripping strings between Karen’s mouth and the counter. She pushed it between Karen’s ass cheeks and rubbed it down and across her hole. Instead of just pushing it right in, she teased Karen with it, touching her hole with the tip and pulling it back up her ass. It felt just like a man’s cock masturbating itself on her ass. A memory from college came crashing back, something she hadn’t thought about in years.
Then Morgan pushed it a little harder. “Beg me to push it in, slut.”
Karen didn’t say anything, her mind in a turmoil of emotions. Part of her wanted to deny it, but part of her wanted it badly, worse than she had wanted anything sexual – even in college. Morgan kept teasing her with it, keeping her head spinning.
“Yes, slut, you know what I am talking about. Your ass is hungry for this, isn’t it? You should have kept it in all day, no one would have known. But I know it now. I know you for the slut you are. We are going to have so much fun together — well, I’ll have fun. You might enjoy it as well. I know a cock that would just love to replace this little plug. Should I go get him now or are you going to settle for the plug? Quickly now, if I lose my patience, you might end up with both. Wouldn’t that be fun?”
Karen wasn’t capable of responding, her body was on fire, her mind still spinning, she was breathing hard, and she could feel her pulse going a mile a minute.
“Beg for it, slut, beg me to fuck you with this plug.”
“Please,” Karen said barely above a whisper.
“Please what, slut?” Morgan said pushing the tip in a little further. She loved the way Karen responded. “Say it!”
“Please fuck me.”
“Oh I intend to, but right now all we have is this little plug. Oh, you want me to fuck you with this plug?”
“Yes!”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Morgan,” Karen said as she put her head all the way down on the counter, her ass stuck up further as she arched her back.
Morgan debated about prolonging this, but she felt she was lucky no one had come in yet.
“I shall, but the next time we are alone, you do not have the right to call me by my name. Think up an acceptable alternative.” As she said it, she pushed the plug in harder. She was surprised as the resistance, thinking maybe it wasn’t lubed enough, so she spat and watched it flow down the crack of Karen’s ass. Eventually, she felt Karen’s ass take it.
Karen felt the pressure first and then some pain, but her muscles rebounded with almost a pop, she suddenly felt the plug inside her. It made her jump and she felt full, hugely full, even though she knew the plug wasn’t that big. It felt strange and also sexy at the same time.
Morgan pulled and pushed and even tried to twist the plug, but Karen’s ass held it tight. Then she pulled Karen’s panties and pantyhose back up, not really caring if it was on properly. Before Karen could move, Morgan started frigging her from behind. All she could do was moan into her arm as she tried to stifle the sounds she knew she was making. Morgan was relentless.
“Cum for me slut. Cum this time for me good and never forget you will owe me one hell of an orgasm!” She kept rubbing her through the material as hard and as fast as she could. It didn’t take long for Karen to orgasm.
“That’s it slut! You are loving this and you know who the fuck gave it to you! This sure as fuck changes things between us and you fucking know it!” She stood there as Karen slowly recovered. When she stood back up she realized Morgan had backed off. In the mirror she didn’t look that bad, her dress only mildly messed up, a few rubs and pats fixed it. Then she turned to Morgan who was watching her.
“Yes, back to your schoolmarm look, but we both know better now, don’t we.” Morgan stepped up to her and looked up into the taller Karen’s eyes and was satisfied when Karen’s eyes lowered and head drop. She pulled the taller woman into an embrace and kissed her on the neck. It wasn’t a kiss, Karen realized Morgan was leaving a mark on her shoulder blade, like a high school hicky.
When she pulled back she tugged Karen’s neckline to make sure the hicky was visible. “Leave it like that so people can see it. I know the stuffed shirts you work with so no one will ask, but they will notice it. Come to my office in an hour. We need to ‘talk’.” And she walked out.
Karen turned back toward the mirror, even that small movement reminded her of the plug and she felt her pussy respond. In the mirror, she saw the red mark, nearly a bruise. She thought about a good excuse if anyone asked. Then the ‘in an hour’ sank in and she realized she would go to Morgan’s office. She was determined to settle this . . . whatever . . . between then, but by the time she took three steps to the door, the plug was forcing her to reconsider.
