Supermarket Buttplug

My favorite butt plug is made from metal. It's pretty heavy. I used to think butt plugs were silly. I don't even have much anal sex, what is the point? But once when I bought a dildo online, I got a small jelly butt plug for free. So one day when I was bored I tried it out. I added lube and inserted it. OK, it was fine... Not very exciting, but it was OK. I had it in while I masturbated.

After I finished masturbating, I got up to go to the bathroom to wash myself. But this is when the magic happened. When I was walking with the butt plug still inside me, AH! Now I understood. The motion of my hips, every step I took sent pleasure all over my body that made my tits tingle. My nipples got hard again. It's a teasing, slow pleasure. Walking while I have a butt plug inserted is a favorite of mine now.

I can't tell you how many times I've walked around in public with a butt plug inserted. I graduated from the free jelly butt plug to nicer models, and when I tried a metal one, ahhh, how much I liked it.

I slide it into my ass before going shopping. Panties on, then pants or a skirt. Wow, every step tingles all over my body. Nipples rock hard in my bra. Nobody knows.

The metal is relentless inside my asshole, grinding and bumping. I'm loving every step.

Milk. I bend forward to get the milk from the shelf. Ah, the butt plug massages my ass as my hip moves. Will a horny shopper rip my pants off and shove his juicy cock into my waiting pussy? My pussy is on fire.

Cheese. I have to stand on my toes to get the cheddar that I want. My ass is full of metal, my pussy is dripping into my cotton panties. They will be soaked when I come home.

Eggs. With the butt plug in me, my mind goes dirty, almost dark. The eggs remind me of full testicles. Hanging proudly under a swelling, dripping cock, swaying in the air in front of my face, waiting for my warm mouth. The taste of cock is strange, but I've gotten to really like it. As I put the eggs into my shopping basket, I can feel the taste of cock in my mouth. My pussy throbs at the thought.

Cucumbers. Oh fuck that. I don't even have to say anything. You understand, dear reader. You know what I'm thinking as I'm selecting which cucumber to buy. I get a big one for food, and I pick up a smaller one too on a whim. I sometimes slide a condom over a cucumber or a sausage and fuck myself with it. Today the idea seems very interesting. 

The man behind me in the cashier's queue is handsome. Business-like attire but a scruffy stubble beard. His cock is probably 50 centimeters away from my ass. He should put his hands on my ass cheeks and reduce that to zero centimeters. The cashier girl is cute, blonde, glasses, maybe 22. In my mind she gives me open-mouthed sloppy kisses and moans into my mouth as the man behind me pulls my hair and slides inside me, fucks me hungrily like he can't get enough, ravages me and makes my legs all wobbly like spaghetti.

Oh, shit, I forgot to buy spaghetti!