Time for some action

I pressed the thick head of my cock against Linda’s tight asshole, feeling the hot ring of muscle slowly stretch and yield around me. Right as I started to push inside, I said:

"Time for some action."

Mark’s body jerked like he's a sleeper agent getting activated. His cock visibly twitched inside those tight pants as he scrambled across the floor and dropped hard onto his knees in front of Sarah. He thrust both hands out, cash trembling in his grip.

"Please… please, Sarah, give me your buttplug..." he begged, voice already thick and shaky. "I’ll pay whatever you want. Just pull that thick plug out of your tight ass and put it in my hands. Please..."

Sarah raised an eyebrow, turned around, hips cocked, and made no move to help him. She even spread her thighs a little wider so the base of the plug winked at him from under her tiny skirt.

Mark’s face burned. He crawled half a step closer, eyes locked on the place between her legs, still holding the money up like an offering.

"I’m begging you… please slide it out of your ass and let me have it. I need it. I’ll do anything. Just give me that warm, used plug… please, Sarah, I’m on my knees for you. Don’t make me keep begging like this..."

She still didn’t move. Mark’s voice got higher, more desperate, almost moaning the words.

"Please! I’ll pay triple. Quadruple. Just… reach back, pull that fat plug out of your ass and put it in my hands. I need your dirty buttplug so bad. Please, I’m begging you… I’ll clean every inch of it with my tongue right here, I’ll taste your ass for everyone to see, just give it to me. Please, Sarah… please…"

Sarah tilted her head, clearly enjoying how pathetic and hard he looked. Mark’s shoulders slumped further, but his hips gave a small, involuntary rut against nothing.

"I’ll get on all fours if you want. I’ll kiss your feet, lick your heels, bury my face under your skirt. Just… please take that plug out of your stretched ass and hand it to me. I’ve been thinking about how deep it’s been sitting inside you since you sat down. I need it. Please, Sarah, I’m literally begging you on my knees with money in my hands… don’t make me say it again..."

His voice cracked completely. A visible wet spot was forming at the front of his pants.

"Please… please just give me your filthy, used buttplug. I’ll suck it clean right here in front of everyone. I’ll get it all shiny with my spit. Just pull it out of your hot ass and give it to me. I’m begging you… please, Sarah… please…"

Only after nearly four full minutes of him repeating himself, voice shaking, breaking, and dripping with desperate arousal, did Sarah finally smirk. She reached under her tiny skirt, gripped the base of the shiny black plug, and slowly pulled it out of her ass with a long, wet, filthy pop. A thin string of her juices clung to it for a second before breaking. She dangled the glistening plug in front of his face, letting him smell it, then dropped it into his open, trembling hands.

Mark didn’t hesitate. He brought the warm, used plug straight to his mouth and started licking and sucking it clean with obscene, hungry sounds, tongue working over every inch while his face burned red and his hips kept twitching. When it was shiny with his spit he turned, still on his knees, and held it up toward Paulina like a sacred offering.

Paulina stared at him in pure disgust mixed with shocked arousal, lips curled, eyes wide.

I pushed forward at that exact moment, sinking the thick head of my cock into Linda’s virgin ass. She moaned loudly around the panties still stuffed in her mouth as I stretched her open, inch by inch.

I glanced down at Mark with a fake look of innocent curiosity, still buried halfway inside Linda’s tight hole.

"Tell me Mark, When you saw me about to take Linda’s anal virginity..." I said slowly, voice low and amused, "all you could think of was Sarah’s buttplug…?"

Mark’s head dropped. He stayed on his knees in total silence, the cleaned plug still held out toward his disgusted wife, while I started working my cock deeper into Linda’s clenching ass.