Plugged in Public

The Uber ride to the hotel is torture. You keep your hand possessively on my thigh, your fingers inching higher under my skirt with every block we pass, and by the time the driver pulls up to the valet, your thumb is brushing the damp lace of my panties. I can feel my heartbeat in my clit, a steady thrum that has been building since you whispered in my ear at dinner: "I want to fill your ass in front of an audience tonight, baby. Are you going to be my good little buttslut?"

The hotel bar is one of those trendy rooftop spots with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights, all sleek leather booths and craft cocktails. You chose it specifically because of the semi-private alcoves—intimate enough for conversation, exposed enough for anyone paying attention to see exactly what's happening beneath the tablecloth. We check our coats and I feel the cool air hit my bare skin, my nipples hardening under my thin silk blouse. I'm not wearing a bra. You made sure of that before we left the apartment, palming my heavy tits and pinching my nipples until they were swollen and obvious, then forbidding me from covering them.

"Come on," you say, your hand at the small of my back, guiding me toward the back corner. "I reserved us a spot."

The alcove is perfect—dimly lit, with a curved banquette that faces outward toward the bar. Anyone walking past can see us, but we'd have to be obvious to attract attention. You slide in first, your long legs stretching out, and I settle in beside you, close enough that my hip presses against yours. Your hand immediately finds my knee and pushes my legs apart under the table.

"Spread," you command quietly, your lips brushing my earlobe. "I want access to that greedy pussy."

I obey, opening my thighs, and your hand slides up my inner thigh, your fingers tracing the edge of my soaked panties. You don't touch my clit yet—you just let your fingers rest there, teasing, while you flag down a waitress and order us two old fashioneds. I can barely focus on the menu, hyper-aware of your hand so close to my throbbing cunt, the way you're casually discussing whiskey options while your pinky finger is grazing my swollen labia through the lace.

The drinks arrive and you finally—finally—push my panties aside and slide one long finger between my slippery folds. I have to stifle a moan, my hand gripping your thigh under the table. You find my clit and circle it slowly, maddeningly, while you take a sip of your drink.

"You're soaking," you observe, your voice low and conversational. "Is that from thinking about what I'm going to do to your ass later?"

I nod, biting my lip. You press harder on my clit, making me squirm.

"Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck my ass," I whisper, leaning into you so the neighboring table doesn't hear. "I want you to stretch my tight little butthole and fill me with your cum. I want to be your dirty anal whore tonight."

Your cock jumps against your zipper—I can feel it where my hip presses into you—and you groan softly. "That's my girl. But first, we're going to warm you up properly."

You withdraw your hand from my pussy and bring your glistening fingers to your lips, sucking my juices off them right there in the bar, your eyes locked on mine. The gesture is so obscene, so possessive, that my pussy clenches involuntarily. Then you reach into your pocket and pull out the small silicone plug I've been wearing on and off all week, the one you've been training my ass with, getting me ready for tonight.

"Bathroom," you say. "Now. Take these with you." You press the plug and a small packet of lube into my palm. "Put it in deep. I want you stretched and ready when we get back to the room. And Mel?" You grab my chin and turn my face toward you, your expression serious and intense. "Don't clean yourself out first. I want you to feel dirty. I want to smell how much you need this."

I shudder and slide out of the booth, my legs weak, my pussy dripping down my inner thighs. The bathroom is one of those single-occupancy affairs with a heavy door that locks, thank god. I lean against the sink and pull up my skirt, exposing my naked ass in the mirror. I tear open the lube packet and squeeze the cool gel onto my fingers, then reach behind me and rub it around my tight pucker, working it in with circular motions. I push one finger inside, then two, opening myself up, my breath coming in short gasps as I imagine you sitting out there knowing exactly what I'm doing.

I press the tapered tip of the plug against my asshole and push. It resists for a moment, my sphincter clenching, and then gives way, the plug sliding in with a wet pop that I feel in my teeth. I push it deeper until the flared base is nestled between my cheeks, my asshole sucking at it greedily. I look at myself in the mirror—my face flushed, my nipples hard and visible through my blouse, my eyes dark with arousal. I look like a woman who is about to get her ass fucked in public. I look like your whore.

When I return to the table, you're chatting with the couple at the next booth—a handsome man in his forties and a blonde woman with spectacular fake tits spilling out of her dress. You introduce them as Marcus and Tanya, guests at the hotel for some kind of pharmaceutical conference. They're clearly tipsy, flirty, and very interested in us.

"Mel was just telling me how much she loves this view," you say, your hand finding my thigh again and sliding up to confirm the plug is in place. I gasp as you press on the base through my skirt, nudging it deeper into my ass. "Isn't that right, baby?"

"Yes," I manage, my voice breathy. "I love... the view."

Tanya leans in, her perfume overwhelming and expensive. "You two are such a gorgeous couple. How long have you been together?"

"Three years," you say, your fingers now tracing the edge of my panties again. "And we still can't keep our hands off each other. Isn't that right, Mel?"

I nod, because your fingers have found my clit again and are rubbing slow, deliberate circles. I'm going to cum right here, right in front of these strangers, with a plug in my ass and your fingers on my cunt. I can feel it building, the pressure mounting, my hips rocking subtly against your hand.

"She's very responsive," you tell Marcus, who is watching us with undisguised interest, his eyes dropping to where your hand disappears under the tablecloth. "Aren't you, baby? You cum so easily. Show them how easily you cum."

The command in your voice pushes me over the edge. I bite my lip hard, my nails digging into your thigh, as my pussy spasms and clenches around your fingers. I cum silently, my body trembling, my asshole contracting around the plug as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me. You keep rubbing my clit, extending the orgasm, until I'm whimpering and pushing your hand away, too sensitive.

"Beautiful," Tanya breathes, and I realize she saw everything, knew exactly what just happened. Marcus adjusts himself in his pants, his erection obvious. "You two are... inspiring."

"We like to inspire," you say, bringing your fingers to your mouth again and licking them clean while they watch. "In fact, we're heading up to our room soon. We were thinking of opening a bottle of champagne. Would you two care to join us?"

I stare at you, my post-orgasm haze clearing enough to realize what you're proposing. You want an audience. You want to show off what you do to me, how you own my body, my holes. And god help me, I want it too. The thought of these strangers watching you sodomize me, hearing the wet sounds of your cock sliding in and out of my stretched asshole, seeing me reduced to a quivering anal slut—it makes my pussy ache with fresh need.

"We'd love to," Marcus says quickly, before Tanya can respond. She nods, her eyes bright with curiosity and lust.

Our suite is on the top floor, spacious and modern with a king bed and a sitting area with a velvet couch. You pour champagne for everyone while I excuse myself to the bathroom, ostensibly to freshen up but really to check the plug and add more lube. I want to be ready for whatever you have planned.

When I emerge, Tanya and Marcus are sitting close together on the couch, their body language suggesting they've done this before, or at least discussed it. You stand by the window, your jacket off, your shirt sleeves rolled up to expose your forearms. You look edible. You look like a man who is about to ruin me for other men.

"Come here, baby," you say, and I walk to you, my hips swaying, the plug shifting in my ass with every step. You pull me against you and kiss me deeply, your tongue sweeping into my mouth, your hands roaming down to cup my ass and squeeze. You pull back and look at our guests.

"Mel and I have a particular... ritual," you say, your voice casual but commanding. "One that involves her beautiful ass. Would you like to see it?"

"God, yes," Marcus says, and Tanya nods, her hand resting on his thigh.

"Good. Mel, strip for us. Slowly."

I stand in the center of the room and begin to unbutton my blouse, my fingers trembling slightly with nerves and arousal. I peel it off my shoulders and let it fall, exposing my heavy breasts, the nipples still hard and dark. I reach behind me and unzip my skirt, shimmying it down over my wide hips until it pools at my feet. I step out of it, standing in just my lace panties and thigh-high stockings, the base of the plug visible between my cheeks.

"Turn around," you instruct. "Show them your plugged ass."

I turn and bend slightly, reaching back to pull my panties down just enough to expose the clear silicone base nestled between my soft cheeks. I hear Tanya gasp, and Marcus mutters "fuck" under his breath.

"She's been wearing that all night," you explain, your voice proud and possessive. "Getting her asshole ready for my cock. Isn't that right, baby? You want my hard dick up your shitter, don't you?"

"Yes," I whimper, pushing my ass out toward you. "Please, I need it. I need you to fuck my ass."

"Not yet. First, I want you to show them how well you suck cock. On your knees."

I sink to the carpet, my stockings protecting my knees, and crawl to you. You unbuckle your belt and unzip your pants, pulling out your thick, hard cock. It's beautiful—long and veined, the head swollen and leaking precum. I look up at you, then at our audience, before wrapping my lips around your shaft and sucking you deep into my throat.

"That's it," you groan, your hand finding the back of my head and guiding my movements. "Show them what a good little cocksucker you are. Show them how you take my whole dick down your throat."

I bob my head, saliva pooling in my mouth, coating your shaft until it's shiny and wet. I pull back and lick around the head, tasting your salt, then dive back down, taking you as deep as I can, my nose brushing your pubic hair. You hold me there for a moment, your cock blocking my airway, before letting me up for air. I gasp, strings of spit connecting my lips to your dick, my mascara starting to run.

"Fuck, she's incredible," Marcus says, and I can see from the corner of my eye that Tanya has her hand in his lap, stroking him through his pants.

"She's a natural born fucktoy," you agree, pulling me up by my hair and kissing me roughly. "Aren't you, baby? A three-hole slut who lives to be filled."

"Yes," I moan against your lips. "Your slut. Only yours."

"Damn right. Now get on the bed. Ass up, face down. It's time to open you up properly."

I scramble onto the bed, positioning myself on my knees with my chest pressed into the mattress, my ass raised and presented to you like an offering. You step behind me and slowly peel my panties down, exposing my plugged hole to the room. I feel so exposed, so vulnerable, my most private place on display for strangers. It makes my pussy drip.

You grip the base of the plug and start to pull, my asshole resisting, clinging to the intrusion, before finally releasing it with a wet pop. I feel empty immediately, my hole gaping slightly, and then I feel your warm breath.

"Look at that beautiful asshole," you say, and I know you're showing it off to Marcus and Tanya. "So pink and tight. And it's all mine. Every inch of this ass belongs to me."

You spread my cheeks wider and I feel your tongue, hot and wet, pressing against my sensitive rim. You lick in slow circles, teasing me, before stiffening your tongue and pushing it inside my relaxed hole. I moan into the mattress, my fingers gripping the sheets, as you tongue-fuck my ass, getting it wet and sloppy, preparing it for your cock.