The sun was just beginning to set. The neon lights of shop signs downtown were beginning to turn on and cast their artificial glow over the damp concrete of the pavement. It had been raining heavily that day, even though the sun had been out.
Nineteen year old Lily had already been home. Her university classes had ended early, so she grabbed a bite to eat after her last class and got the bus.
After speaking to her parents for a few minutes, telling them how her day went, she went upstairs to her bedroom and locked the door behind her.
Her cheeks were flushed. She flung her backpack on to her bed, and, not bothering to take her light jacket or top off, she pulled down her jeans and panties, knelt on the edge of the bed and began trying to pull the butt plug out of her ass. It had been in their all day, since she had showered that morning before going to university. It was slippery, as her pussy had been gushing all day, coating it in tasty juices that she licked off her fingers after they tried to grip it to begin to pull it out.
Her ass had tightened round it, and it wouldn't come out without pushing hard. Her cheeks became even more flushed, and she felt the veins bulging in her forehead as she held her breath and pushed as hard as she could, while pulling gently with her fingers.
She could feel her ass opening slowly, growing wider and wider, the pain growing, feeling so good. She could feel herself about to piss.
Sucking the butt plug back inside, the base being all of it that was left outside of her body, she got the empty water bottle off the bed-side table. She was glad that she hadn't thrown it in the garbage that morning, as she knelt back on the bed, her ass and pussy hanging over the edge, pushed, and began to piss in to the bottle.
After no more came out, she screwed the lid back on the bottle and laid it down in front of her on the bed.
She began pushing again, and the butt plug was now being forced out without her pulling on it at all. She could feel its surface touching every part of her rectum, as it stretched and finally spat the plug out.
She managed to catch it before it fell on to the carpet. There was a thick, saliva-like fluid that came squirting out after it. She licked it off her hand, set the butt plug down on her bed next to the bottle, and began pushing again, until she prolapsed.
Sucking the prolapse back in, after all of the juices had been squirted out of her open ass, she began rubbing her pussy as she opened the bottle and begin to sip on the warm urine that she had filled it with.
With the lubricant of her pussy, she coated her hand and slid it back further, until it sunk deep in to her ass. She flexed her fingers inside, and then began fisting herself, drinking the urine and squirting down the side of the bed.
When she was done she lay down, mouth dry, ass hanging out, pulsing, pussy wet and vibrant pink, dripping and delicious. The bottle was empty, and she stared at the ceiling, catching her breath.
And then her phone vibrated in the pocket of her jacket, which she had taken off and flung on the floor while she was fist fucking herself.
She got up, slightly light-headed, and bent down to take the phone out. The prolapse had been sucked back in when she stood up, so she sat down and checked the phone.
It was the first message of the night.
I'D LIKE TO BOOK 5 TIL 7 TONIGHT.
She checked the address that he had also put in the message on an online map. It wasn't that far. Only two streets down from her.
She had decided not to go with anyone from the area she lived, so nobody would notice her if she was ever out with her parents, but she was too horny, and didn't want to wait, and potentially have to travel far, not when pleasure was so close.
There was only an hour to go until she had to be there.
She went and showered and put on her jeans and top, leaving off her underwear.
A few cigarettes later and she set off down the road to her client. Her parents had no idea what she done for money, of course.
She checked the address on her phone again. She was at the right place. It was a nice house, much like her own. Upstairs, downstairs, nice garden at the front and round the back.
He must have been waiting by the door, as it opened a second after she rang the bell.
"Hey," she said.
"Hello. Come on."
He stepped aside to let her come in.
"The bedroom is upstairs, second on the left."
She turned back and smiled at him as she was walking up the stairs. She already knew the layout of the house, so she knew where the bedroom would be.
