

Anal Plug experience continued: "You moaning little slut." Mr.C said as he slapped the bottom of the plug and I moaned again and again as it pushed deeper inside of me. He smiled as he closed my legs and watched me carefully and slightly uncomfortably stand up. He stood and watched as I dressed slowly. He pushed on the plug again once I had got my skirt and pantyhose up and I bit my lip to try and stop from moaning. As we walked out to the car it was hard not to moan with every step as the plug rubs on a sweet spot that drives me wild. I climbed into the car and breathed a little deeper as I sat down and my secret toy buried further into my ass. Every bump in the road is intensified and caused my ass to clench around my toy. I was meant to be giving him directions but could barely focus on what was going on around me, I only had one thought: I want to be fucked. I need to be fucked. I want him to chuck me in the back seat of his car, bend me over, pull my skirt up, and rip my silky pantyhose at the gusset to fuck me hard and quick. We arrived at the café and I walked in slowly, my legs feeling a little weak as my need to be fucked grew stronger. He asked me what I wanted from the menu and as I looked up all I could think about was taking his cock inside of me. I stared aimlessly at the various options as he waited for my decision. After squirming at the counter for a few minutes I picked something quickly and he told me I can take a seat while he ordered. I walked over to a table away from the rest of the customers and as I slowly sat down, feeling a little bit like a penguin, I eyed the rest of the café, feeling sure everyone knew my dirty little secret.