Object Confessions 20

Object Confessions 20: Wet In Oregon

Like I've said before, I've learned over time to be very clear in the signals I send men. If I want it touched or want their eyes on a part of my body then that's what I emphasize. It's great for the rest of me to look good, but men need a bit of direction, and he needs the emotional reassurance that I know what he likes. Sounds dumb, but it's true. No one really knows him - not even women who have been lucky enough to live with him for years - so making sure I show off that I do know what he cares about and see through the white lies he tells everyone is a big deal.

That's why my fingers are stroking and stirring my wet juices while we sit here in the movie theater. It's a weeknight, and this movie is almost done with its run, so there's only five or six other people here. And my pussy is getting a nice massage so he knows I'm his slut.

As soon as we sat down I lifted the armrest between us, and wiggled a bit until I was comfortable against his side. Right now, I'm leaning back with one leg over his knee, and he is gently stroking my inner thigh with his big hands while I pluck and push at my plush labia. I wore this skirt for a reason. It has zips along the sides so it's very easy to open up without taking it off. That's important because he's not really impressed by microskirts, and they draw unwanted attention that puts us both on edge. He still doesn't know about my surprise, but I'll be satisfied even if that waits until we get back to my place tonight. After all I'm already enjoying the big plug in my bottom and the three inch steel sphere in my pussy, and he'll be happy whenever he discovers them.

The movie goes on, and I can tell he's watching it. I'm just in the background. It took me a long time to get used to that feeling. Knowing that he is paying attention to something else. Certain he is paying attention to someone else at times. But his hand is on my bare skin, fingers kneading and stroking my inner thigh, and I'm sure he can feel the heat coming off my pussy. It seems so insignificant. Most men would be groping and molesting me. But he leaves that part to me.

My wet lips are full and ripe, and I begin painting my clit with moist fingertips. I can stretch this out for so long. I can feel the way my ass clenches and the solid plug rocks inside of my bottom in response. I can pinch my tender nub, and my pussy muscles grip and squeeze the steel ball making it move up and down within me. However I touch myself, I am constantly aware of how I'm being fucked. More and more, this is what I want, too. Sounds strange. Seems stranger. But when there's no reason not to, I spend several hours a day with my plug and balls in. It's the ultimate sexual torture because no matter how good it can feel, I still have to get to work, do my job, and function. All while knowing what a slut I am for him underneath my tan trousers and blue polo shirt.

The big action scene in the movie ends, and there's a typical Hollywood nod to self-reflection. While the awkward stereotypical dialogue slows the pace on screen, his hand moves inward and brushes over mine. I'm all but frozen in anticipation, and my pussy literally gapes on the inside as he explores my pelvis. First, he finds the small silicon end of the butt plug. Then his fingers pierce the folds of my labia, and he presses against the steel ball just enough to make it roll and shift within my pussy. I'm blushing so hard that my face hurts, and when he leans closer my heart skips a beat.

"So I guess you're ready for more," he whispers and gives me a peck on the cheek.

I'm shaking so hard that it's difficult for me to respond. I don't want him to know how much his gentle threats and taunting turns me into a quivering wreck. But he must be able to tell because his hand is resting on my thigh, and he can feel me trying to sort myself out. The movie picks up speed again, and he's watching it but using his hand to prevent me from squeezing my legs together. There's a million things racing through my head - and he might mean any or all of them.

He could make me sit like this, my skirt unzipped on one side and pushed back with my pussy exposed in the cinema. When the lights come up, it won't be hard for the other people here to see me. I imagine him just pleasantly making small talk with me while expecting me to continue fingering myself while people sneak a peek or stop and stare at my pussy.

He could take me to the twenty-four seven Walmart on the way back to my place. We'll start in the produce and fruit section right at the front of the store, and I'll have to show him each piece of fruit or vegetable that is the same size or bigger than what's in my pussy and ass right now. Then he'll take me to other parts of the store, and I'll be so wet that juices will be running down my thighs by the time we bring our basket to the checkout counter. I imagine him telling the dull checkout clerk to be careful bagging the produce since I'll be fucking every one of the items in the parking lot.

He could take me directly back to my place and undress me as soon as I'm in the door. I don't usually wear clothes at home or around him anyway, but I'll know why he's stripping me naked. I'll try to cuddle up on my couch and look cute while he washes his hands and brings out a damp wash cloth and a towel. I'll even try to protest a bit when he takes out my plug and steel ball. But he'll wipe me down and make sure I'm clean before pulling me to him. And then I'll melt in his arms while he explains that it's time for my tiny little cunt and ass to work on being fisted again. I can imagine how he'll hold me, my arms wrapped around his strong shoulders while my bare chest presses into his, and my pussy and ass will be clenching in anticipation of how big his hands are and how he'll keep massaging and stroking and fingering and lubing my openings until most of his hand is buried inside of me.

I'm only five foot four inches tall, and I barely weigh ninety-eight pounds soaking wet. Fucking him, playing with the toys he gives me, showing him how I can use candles and four of my fingers to get off while he watches... all of that has already changed my petite little pussy and my teeny tiny ass. Once he finally fists me, there will be no stopping how fucked I'll be. And if he ever - I'm biting my tongue at the thought - gets his hand in my ass...

The movie is coming to a close, and he pulls the top of my skirt over my pale thigh. Then he leans in close, kissing me again, and whispers, "You still haven't tried Holmes yet, have you?" He's referring to this super realistic dildo that's close to three inches thick and so long that the head hits the underside of my tits when I sit with it between my legs.

"No." It's all I can say. I know it's not the right answer, but I've had other things to keep myself occupied.

He nods and winks. "Guess he'll feel good alongside my cock. Do you prefer him in your ass first?" And now the lights are coming up with the credits and I can see the pervy glint in his eyes.

I squeeze his hand and hold on tight. I should have anticipated that wearing my big steel ball and butt plug would encourage him to experiment more with double penetration. But even my butt plug is barely as wide as his cock. "It might be too big..." He just shrugs, and I get the message. If not Holmes then something else.

Yeah, I'm sitting in a pool of my own juices and making a wet spot on the back of my skirt. That's why I spend time with him. He's a dirty old man. And that keeps my pussy hot and bothered. By the time we get to the car, I'll have my skirt unzipped and ready to come off. I'll finger my pussy, pushing the steel ball deeper while moaning in the passenger seat, and masturbate for him. I'll get off and suck my fingers clean, staying exposed with my bare legs spread, and just let my sex hang out between my inner thighs while the road vibration stirs the plug in my ass. I'll whisper to him, promising him, encouraging him, to pull my plug out and pound my bottom as hard as he can with his hard cock. I'll ask him to force my second three inch steel ball into my pussy. I'll ask him to take pictures of my swollen labia with the shiny curved sphere peeking out between my inner lips...

And when the time comes, when he's ready, I'll help him force that big cock dildo into my bottom. I'll need some liquid courage, but he won't mind much. As long as I can deliver on the results. As long as my ass can handle it. I know he'll pretend to be impatient just to make me push harder. But he's willing to work with me to see how much I enjoy it.

He's a dirty old man with me as his purpose.