Amy suddenly farted – or at least, it sounded like it. And it also sounded really wet.
She gulped, sheepishly looking around to see if anyone noticed. Luckily, the lobby of her downtown Los Angeles apartment building was empty save for the front desk clerk, who was far enough away from her now.
It was just past 10pm on a Friday night. Amy hurriedly walked into a corridor where the elevators were located, carrying two paper bags full of groceries.
Another wet, squishy sound emanated from Amy's ass. She blushed, glancing around nervously to make sure no one was approaching.
I really need to get home quick,
she thought.
This thing is making a mess in my underwear...
All of a sudden, she felt a jolt of pain course through her rectum.
Amy gasped.
Oh, no...I didn't expect that so soon!
Her curvy frame trembled from top to bottom as the nerve endings in her anus started to tingle – with both pain and pleasure.
The elevator was still a few floors away. Amy was in a ton of discomfort, struggling to hold onto her groceries. She cradled the bags close to her body, feeling like they were about to drop. Her body shuddered as she felt a huge amount of pressure in her rectum. She felt like she needed to use the restroom – badly – but that wasn't quite the situation she was dealing with here.
Finally, the elevator arrived, doors opening. It was empty. Amy quickly walked inside, struggling to hold down the pressure in her quivering asshole. She pressed the button for floor 6.
The discomfort was now too much to bear. Immediately after the elevator doors closed, Amy dropped her groceries and hunched over, clenching the bottom of her flared yellow dress with both hands. Her long, silky blonde hair fell across her face as she moaned in agony.
Damnit,
she thought.
Why did she turn it on so soon?
Amy pulled her dress up, above her waist, and looked down at herself. The circular base of a black butt plug was visible through her red panties, tucked away in her ass. Her underwear was partially soaked with a thick, sticky, clear-looking fluid – it was clearly a lubricant of some kind. The lube had been emanating from her squeaky asshole, making the so-called "farting" noises.
This wasn't any ordinary butt plug, however. The plug was remote-controlled and inflatable, with the ability to expand to double its normal size upon the press of a button. At normal size, the plug was more than manageable – Amy had held it in comfortably for over an hour and a half. However, at maximum size, it was a handful to deal with.
The problem, of course, is that Amy didn't have the remote control. It was in the hands of someone else.
Amy wasn't sure if the plug had been inflated to max, but it sure felt like it. She placed her right hand against the wall of the elevator, breathing deeply as beads of sweat started to form across her forehead.
Someone's being naughty,
thought Amy.
And I don't like it...
Amy exhaled deeply as she felt the massive anal plug pushing against her rectal walls. Some more lubricant oozed out of her anus, dripping onto the base of the toy. More farting sounds.
"Oh, God," gasped Amy as she continued leaning against the elevator wall.
Amy's plump breasts pressed against the elevator wall as her buttocks started quivering uncontrollably. Her asshole contracted around the base of the plug as more lube dribbled onto her panties underneath.
Finally, the elevator stopped at floor 6. Amy heaved a sigh of relief and bent over to pick up the intact grocery bags.
She grimaced as the gigantic toy pressed against her insides with every movement. She needed to move delicately. Very delicately.
Thankfully, her apartment was only a few doors away. She stopped at room 607 and rang the doorbell. Her arms were shaking as she again struggled to hold onto the grocery bags, while simultaneously clenching her buttocks around the thick sex toy that was deep in her ass.
The door was opened a few moments later by a young, 20-something woman. She was a redhead with glasses. What a combination.
Amy glanced at the pretty woman in front of her, marveling at her appearance, as she always did. It was her roommate Tracy.
Tracy was a tall, stunning 27-year-old with dark brown eyes and medium-length red hair. Her hair was a little ruffled, but it still didn't detract from her sexy appearance. She was also a couple inches taller than Amy, although not quite as busty. Like Amy, Tracy was incredibly beautiful. Unlike Amy, she was originally from Europe, having moved to the United States as a young child.
She's always so revealing,
reflected Amy as she observed the skimpy clothes her roommate was wearing. Tracy had on nothing but a white t-shirt and tight green short-shorts. Her firm tits were clearly noticeable through the tight-fitting shirt.
Amy's eyes were briefly drawn to a tiny, glistening silver dot above Tracy's upper right lip. Turns out she had a lip piercing too.
"Hi, sexy," said Tracy, smiling mischievously. "How was grocery shopping?"
"It– it was great, Tracy," stuttered Amy, glaring at her roommate uncomfortably. She gingerly walked into the apartment as Tracy closed the door behind her.
Tracy was a manager at a local electronics retail store, having worked her way up to the position after a couple of years. She had hired Amy as a sales representative just over a year ago.
Strangely enough, despite Tracy being Amy's boss, they became really good friends and started hanging out outside of work. However, Amy – who was straight at the time – was initially unaware that Tracy was a lesbian.
Tracy had fallen for Amy the moment she set eyes upon her, when Amy came to interview for an open position. Part of the reason why Tracy gave her the job was because she wanted to seduce her. Over time, she managed to befriend Amy and ultimately convince her to experiment with lesbian sex.
They first made love about six months ago, and Amy was hooked – they had been dating ever since. Amy was still a bit ashamed about it, as she hadn't yet come out to her friends or family. Nonetheless, their relationship grew so strong that once there was a vacancy in Tracy's two-bedroom apartment, Amy decided to move in with her.
Tracy checked out Amy's gorgeous body as she strolled in to the apartment. Everything about Amy's appearance was such a turn on for her – the long, silky blonde hair, the bright green eyes, the slim yet curvaceous body. But the biggest turn on was how Amy was just a sweet, innocent girl at heart. Tracy felt like the luckiest lesbian in the world to have a girlfriend like Amy.
Amy slowly walked into the small kitchen to the right, setting the groceries down on the counter. She turned around to face her roommate. "Tracy, you turned it on too soon!" she exclaimed. "I wasn't back yet!"
Tracy giggled and walked over to Amy. "Well, that was the point, dear," she said. "I can turn it on whenever I want – since you're my slave today."
"Tracy, please turn it off," begged Amy. She was down on all fours now, grimacing as the thick toy filled her tight rectum. "It's so...uncomfortable..."
"Well, if you want me to turn it off, darling, you're going to have to kiss me first."
Amy looked up at Tracy and groaned. "I can barely even stand up right now! Can I kiss you afterwards?"
"Do it, slave," said Tracy more sternly this time. Her body language suddenly changed from easygoing to dominating. "And remember your manners. You need to refer to me as your mistress at all times."
"Sorry, Tracy, um...mistress, I – I'm not used to this."
Today was the first day Amy started engaging in BDSM role play with Tracy. Up until now, they had led a relatively normal, albeit passionate, sex life. However, after much persisting from her aggressive lover, Amy had reluctantly agreed to engage in bondage play. Amy loved Tracy, and she didn't want to disappoint her in the bedroom.
Amy sighed and slowly got up, struggling to stay upright as she brought herself close to Tracy. They stared at each other intently before their lips touched.
They started off slowly, brushing their lips softly together as they started warming up to each other. Tracy planted soft, supple kisses on Amy's lips, savoring the closeness of Amy's mouth, and enjoying the smell of her hot breath.
Soon Tracy started running her hands all over Amy's tense body as they continued making out. Her right hand found Amy's left breast and began kneading it through the dress. She could feel that it was starting to firm up.
Amy was able to briefly take her mind off the discomfort in her ass while she made out with Tracy; she
loved
making out with Tracy, bondage play or not.
Their kissing started to become more sensual and intimate. Tracy started using her tongue, lapping it against Amy's as their mouths filled each other. They were fully engaged now, lips locked intensely, lathering their moist tongues against each other. Gooey strands of saliva formed between them whenever their lips separated. Each kiss became a mouthful of sensual intimacy.
"Mmmhmm," breathed Amy intensely as she savored the smell and taste of Tracy's saliva.
Once again, the sound of a seemingly wet, dirty fart could be heard emanating from Amy's ass as more lube was expelled.
"Ohh, baby, you're a dirty girl," said Tracy, spanking Amy's ass. Several drops of lube that had escaped Amy's butthole started dripping down her thigh and falling onto the floor.
Amy's mind wandered back to the thick toy in her anus. Her legs started trembling again.
"Please,
please
