Trouble Getting to Work

Daphne was glad Freddie was able to carry her up the stairs last night, he'd fucked her ass so hard she couldn't walk!

They'd kept going through the night until she passed out. When she woke, she felt an unbearable emptiness and found a pretty buttplug to wear before curling up with her husband again.

She woke later, closer to the time she needed to be up. Seeing her husband's fat cock, she felt dizzy from hunger and started slowly sucking him off. As she got more into it, she got on all fours and  her ass swayed in the air, dry humping an invisible crotch behind her.

She lost all track of time while worshipping her husband's wonderful dick until she felt a hand grip her hair and **** her down. Freddie throatfucked her until her shot his load into her belly.

She got to swallow more when she followed him into the shower and washed him with soaped up tits, and a soapy titfuck.

Daphne didn't bother dressing. She didn't need to until she was going out to work, but she did put on a pair of heels. The staff leered at Daphne and she happily presented herself and posed on her way to the breakfast table. She squirmed when she sat down, feeling the plug pushed deeper while she was in the chair.

While she sat, eating and talking about her plans for the day, Daphne rocked back and forth, fucking her ass on her buttplug. She thought about how amazing it felt having a real cock in her ass and she was horny thinking about doing it again.

Getting dressed proved difficult for Daphne, why sid she have so much useless clothes to wear? Some of the "dresses" she had covered far too much and made her feel like she was being buried in fabric. She finally went with four-inch white heels, a white suit-jacket with skirt and a pink blouse. The skirt exposed a quarter of her ass, more when she walked or bent over, and the blouse only buttoned up to a certain point, leaving her with a large amount of cleavage on display. She then lightly curled her blonde hair and did her make-up as thick and slutty as she could.

Freddie only made one change; no underwear. Daphne squirmed in humiliation, she only wanted to flash some panty, not her fuckholes, but she did it. He gave her a kiss on her neck, leaving a hickey, and sent her off with a hard SMACK to her ass.

The drive to her work made her feel anxious. She felt thirsty in a way she wasn't familiar with and the plug in her ass was making her too wet. She rolled up her skirt so it wouldn't get soaked in her juices and she blushed on realising she might have to do the same at work.

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Getting out in the carpark, Daphne looked every direction to make sure nobody saw her pulling her skirt back down once she was standing.

Getting to the entrance, she was annoyed as the door didn't open. Finally, a pudgy older man in shorts appeared. He was one of the Security Guards and explained the new scan devices were registering unusual signals. He introduced himself as Norbert and asked her to come with him.

She felt ridiculous. He had leered at her when he met her at the door, and now he was having her walk in front of him. Daphne knew he was staring at her ass and she should be angry, she thinks, but instead she's just worried he'll see her pussy juices drip down her legs.

It was while they were seated waiting for a monitor to deliver a more thorough analysis of the scan than Daphne noticed that Norbert's cock was hanging out of his shorts. Her mouth felt dry, her stomach growled in hunger and she edged closer to the fat, old, security guard.

"Well, the uh, scam seems to indicate a higher than normal temperature a-and heartbeat, a-and the metal it detected was... was a, uh, in your um..." the man was nervous so Daphne got on her knees between his legs.

"A buttplug, Mister Norbert. I have a buttplug in my ass." She didn't know why she said "Mister" but something about having a cock in front of her made her feel meek and horny. She leaned down to lick the tip of his cock and while he started hesitant, he started to go along with things as his dong hardened.

He wasn't as big and tasty as her husband, but it was still a hot length of meat that made her jaw creak and her pussy throb. She couldn't reach his balls in the tight confines of his shorts and could only rub some of his covered length.

What she could get to was shiny with her spit when he grabbed her hair and held her down, filling her mouth with his salty, delicious, cum. The hunger subsided, though she knew instinctively thatthe hunger would return faster than it would if it had been a thick load of her husband's mouth-watering ballcream.

Daphne stood and checked herself in a little compact mirror from her handbag. She touched up her make-up, reapplied her lipstick, and fussed with her hair a bit before turning back to Mister Norbert. He said she could go, and smacked her ass on her way past him.

Daphne had to readjust her skirt every few steps, and heard some gasps. At least some of her colleagues had caught a glimpse of her wet cunt or saw the shine of her buttplug.

Others saw her tits bounce in her blouse, looked at her inviting dick-sucking lips, or just saw enough to want to bend her over the nearest desk and... unnf!