Last Lapdance in Love

I pulled my finger from my ass, (literally) and scampered down the hallway to the toilet. (It had the closes thing with which to wipe my finger ─ I didn't want to transfer some nasty infection from the bacteria in my colon. I wiped my finger with a scrap of toilet paper and then realised that I might as well wash my hands properly. I rinsed off the soap thoroughly, but left my hands wet, so that I could make the butt-plug shiny.

I raced back down the hall as fast as I could and regained my composure, ready to make my entrance. As I stood there on my mark, feeling my heart racing I ran through my plan. Tease, tantalise, torment, and thoroughly fuck.

I pushed the door open. He was still sat where I'd left him.

I kept the things that I'd collected hidden behind my back, and planted my feet just a fraction too wide to be mistaken for accidental. "I feel so empty." I announced. "I need to be filled."

He looked hopeful. (His little lie detector, that was laying down on the job woke up.) I smiled back at him, as encouragingly as I could and remembering to nod a little too enthusiastically so that he would presume that I was agreeing with his thoughts.

I brought my hand from behind me to show him the butt-plug while I was still nodding, and I added "eh? eh?" to indicate, "this is obviously what we are both thinking about." His little face became tempestuously sulky as his list mixed with pleading and disappointment. Some part of him seemed to love where we were and where this was going but at the same time some part of him was scared that he wasn't going to get to participate in the way that I had implied earlier.

I dropped the condoms and lube bottle on the edge of the desk and wiped the remaining water from my other hand over the butt-plug while holding it as if I were presenting if for his inspection.

"It's so shiny and large. Imagine how it's going to feel as it slides in. That lovely gentle and then insistent stretching, until pop it dropped into place."

I turned the plug left and right to make it shine. "Here, hold this for me." I took hold of the pointy end and presented the base for him to hold with his teeth. He looked at the base, and then up at me and then back at the plug, as if deciding if he wanted to do this. I waited for him to give in and he gently held the base with his teeth. "Don't drop it, or it's going up your ass." I threatened. His eyes went wide, but out of the corner of mine I could see more movement between his legs.

"Oh really?" I asked rhetorically. "Should I expect you to drop it on purpose? You do know that I won't untie your arms while I make you find a way to sit on it."

What was I saying? I felt totally out of control. I picked up a condom and tore open the edge. I dropped the wrapper in the wastepaper basket and then battled to cover the butt-plug with the condom. I knew that I didn't have to, that I could just wash it properly with soap and water afterwards, but this new ritual was the entire point.

It took all of my fingers, (and almost some of my toes) to get the condom to roll over the widest part. I took a step back and smiled as I inspected my work.

I stepped forward and held my hand flat under the plug. "Drop!" I commanded with as neutral of a tone as I could manage with this much excitement racing through me.

When it landed on my hand, "Good boy" seemed like the only phrase. I didn't know if that was praise or humiliation for him, but he seemed to be enjoying it. Now that his mouth was freed up I could ask a few more of the many questions that were packing out my brain.

"Do you want to watch your wife being filled?" I teased as I tried to make my hips do their best impression of a poll dancer. (The image of Jamie Lee Curtis in True Lies flashed into my head.)

He still didn't answer, but had been nodding. I wasn't sure if I should just continue or if I should make him say it out loud. Somehow, (now that I had given him back the use of his mouth), it felt rude of him not to answer me with words.

"Speak! When you are spoken to...." I was going to end with an insult, but wasn't sure which one to pick. "You little worm." seemed too harsh, "you bad girl." seemed sexist, "you snivelling wretch" seemed too Shakespearian. So I left the sentence hang.

"Yes", he tentatively began, "I'd like to see that slide into you, filling you in ways that I never could."

ah! Did he want some small penis humiliation? (I'd read about SPH when I was researching.)

"It is very large, and black." It wasn't large, at most it was a small medium, but easily at the limit of what I was comfortable trying in my ass at this point. "Do you want to see other, " I paused as I turned to swipe my rear, provocative across his view, "black and large things sliding into me?"

Based on his browser history I wasn't sure how he would react to that question. I needn't have worried, as he answered almost too quickly, "YeSSS! Anything that you want."

"Do you want to pimp out your hot wife, " I gave him another turn, bending a little lower so that my ass brushed over one of his knees, "and watch me being stuffed?"

"oH gOd yEs." I thought that he had just cum. His words were so uneven. I looked down and he was still iron hard and the pre-cum was still clear and gathering where it could puddle on his scrotum and thighs.

"Remember! If you cum before I give you permission, you don't get a say in who gets to fuck me next."

He must have been battling because he was back to biting his bottom lip. It seemed that my warning was just making that fight even harder for him. I couldn't resist, "but maybe that's exactly what you have wanted all along?"

He sort of nodded, but I think that was just him struggling with his excessive arousal. As he didn't answer I carried on with my plan.

"Look at my beautiful large round butt ─ perfect for plugging." I bent over the corner of the desk and wiggled my bottom at him. With my elbows resting on the desk I let my knees take alternating turns bend and straighten before reaching back and pulling my underwear to the side.

"Can you imagine how much he is going to enjoy slamming against this perfect ass?" My ass is far from perfect, but he had complimented it with those exact words enough times that I knew that he liked it. "Even better, how much I'm going to enjoy it, " I suddenly upped the ante, "no them, each of them taking turns until they flood me with their seed."

I looked back over my shoulder to check that he hadn't passed out. The little reservoir between his legs was filling up nicely. I arched my back as I stood up. (I'd forgotten the lube.) "I'm sure a real man will want me properly lubed up so that none of that nasty friction will slow him down." I picked up the lube and popped the lid open with my thumb. I held the plug between my breasts so that any extra lube would drip on me and not the floor. (It's still my home, I didn't want to make any pointless mess.) Thankfully I did, because the lube ran away down the side of the condom and onto me.

I closed the bottle and stood it on a spare condom, (so that it wouldn't leave a mark on the desk.) Turning back to my previous position I reached back pulled the gusset to the side.

As I reached between my legs with the plug I said, "I'm going to imagine that this is my next boyfriend." as I hunted for the place where I wanted it. (Left a bit, right, down, that's it!) I though as my lack of practice showed.

None of that mattered now. I was so turned on. My own lube had been keeping the artificial slippery. The first contact and the tip felt amazing. I was so ready to be filled. So I announced that to the room. (I'm not entirely sure what I said, as my thoughts were getting lost in my lust.)

I played with the plug, using it like a dildo to tease my ass. Now that it was partly inside of me I could change my grip to free up my thumb and just press with all of my fingers on the base.

I probably asked him if he liked it, (or some other teasing question.) I heard him saying, "Yes" and that made me so happy. My enthusiasm ran away from me and the plug was deeper than I realised, so I was startled when it leapt inside of me as my sphincter could shrink back to a size that it preferred.

I probably yelped during my surprise, but the feeling of having something solid thrust into me, combined with all of the other feelings extracted a sigh from deep in my throat.

I wiggled my ass to get more comfortable with the plug in and rotated the base so that it would be up and down, rather than slightly turned to the side. Then I used both hands to life my underwear back into place and carefully over the plug.

I stood up and looked over my arm at him as I began to turn back to him like a tornado in slow motion, letting the rotation roll down my body.