So, here's the background story with Noah and me. We met in some D/s related online chat. We both had strong tendencies in that direction, but weren't sure where we wanted to go with things. We're both married, and while I thought I understood my reasons for cheating (I was on some sort of revenge fuck-a-thon after my husband did me wrong). I could never understand his. You love your wife but you just have other needs? The concept bewildered me at the time.
We chatted for weeks. We shared fantasies and desires and hopes to fulfill them all for each other. We had set up a few other dates (I had backed out of each one at the last minute) before the day we finally met. I couldn't wait to see him again.
I had two classes the day we (finally) met again. The night before we were chatting online and he told me in no uncertain terms to ensure that my anus was properly stretched and ready to receive him. Actually, what he said was more like "I love fucking your shit pipe."
"What?!" I replied, "why would you call it that?"
"Because, it's an awesome word and I never get to use it," he replied. "But, my point is that I don't want to take the time to stretch it every time I use it. So, you need to do it before hand. Use a butt plug. Don't get crazy though you little butt slut, I don't want it too stretched out."
"OK, got it... but you don't want what to get too stretched out?" I asked.
"Your shit pipe ;) gotta go, see you tomorrow, slut," and with that, he was gone. That's what I liked so much about Noah, he was fucking hilarious and normal and could fuck like a freak and not be a weird-o about it. Now I had to find the time to buy a butt plug before class. Luckily, on my way to school there was a magazine/sex store that I went to a few times before with my husband to buy porn.
I, like always, was running late. I ran into the store and found a small butt plug, even though he wanted me stretched one of the things I love about anal sex is the fact that I need to relax and allow myself to open in order for it to feel good, so this was my compromise. And well, he did say he didn't want me too stretched. I had never worn a butt plug before and I was a little nervous. I figure it needs to be in for a while to actually do anything so after I paid, and picked up a small bottle of lube at the register, I asked if they had a bathroom. I wouldn't have enough time to stop at a bathroom on campus and put it in. The clerk, a much older super pervy guy grinned and pointed me in the right direction. I felt my face flush as I turned and headed into the bathroom. I went into a stall and inserted the plug rather quickly. It went in fairly easy, it was just a small plug after all, and with just a little adjustment I was ready to go. I threw the packaging away, slipped the bottle of lube in my purse and was on my way. On my way out, feeling a renewed sense of sluttiness, I winked at the pervy old clerk.
So, sitting through my classes was interesting being all plugged up as I was. The sensation was new and exciting. Enough stimulation to keep my cunt wet and leaking through both classes. Enough stimulation to give me the guts to tease my nipples throughout my second class.
I was wearing a white beater style tank top (showcased my very hard nipples and my bra-less little tits) and a lavender cotton skirt. It hit at my knees and was kind of poofy. Just enough to flow with the breeze and make me feel super pretty. My candy apple bob was super straight as were my ultra short bangs that hit about half way down my forehead. I took the time this morning to put on enough mascara for my lashes to be ultra thick and black giving my eyes a smoky frame. I slathered on the pink lip gloss and spritzed with cotton candy body spray (there's something really great about smelling like candy on a sticky hot summer day).
By the time my last class was over I was in desperate need of attention. My nipples were hard and protruding through my tank top. I walked out of class with an extra bounce in my step, I loved the way my tits jiggled around freely. I stopped in the bathroom to freshen up and headed over to Noah's. As much as I anticipated seeing him I always felt a rush of anxiety just before. I'm not sure exactly why, but I could feel my heart beating out my chest and my hands got all clammy. This is why I stood him up so many times. It's so much easier to make up an excuse than to pull into his driveway. I wiggled my ass into the seat of my car and felt the plug inside me move, causing more sticky sweet fluid to flow from my cunt. Who was I kidding, I needed this.
I pulled into his driveway and was at his door in an instant. He let me in and directed me to his office. He ran his photography business from home so it's not unusual for him to have visitors during the day. That also meant that when you walked into his house his living room was decorated like an office waiting room, complete with super sized versions of his best work. Directly to the right is his office (which should probably be a dining room) and his kitchen. In his office, he led me to his desk (glass and steel with a mac and not much else on top) and instructed me to place my hands, palm down, on the desk top. I could feel him standing directly behind me, not touching but I knew he was there.
I felt his hands moving up my body and not touching me until he reached my face. He took my face in his hands and turned it to the left. He pushed my face, cheek down, onto the glass of his desk. I'm tall enough that this forced me to bend over at slightly more than a 45 degree angle. He ran his hands down the length of my body until he reached my skirt and pushed it up. He took a step back, leaving me face down with my ass in the air wondering what was going to happen. My cunt was leaking, I could feel the butt plug pressing against my anus. I wondered if he could see it past the black lace thong I was wearing.
"Do you have anything to tell me?" he asked. He knew the answer. He had given me a script to remember.
"My name is s-slut," I stammered. "I am a dirty cunt whore. I am going to rub my wet cunt into my panties," I paused to do exactly that, feeling my nectar soak through my panties and make my fingers slick. The humiliation of those words burning through me. "...and take them off so you can smell my cunt." I reached down, leaving my face pressed against the table and using it to hold me up, and took them off. Holding them in my outstretched hand, I offered them to him. I could feel the humiliation burning in my cheeks, as well as my nipples and clit, as he took them from me and deeply inhaled my scent. "My body is yours to use as you please," I breathed those last words. Anticipation...
