Mel has an itch that hasn’t been scratched in weeks since Michael went out of town on business.
LushStories has been helping, butt this week has been difficult. She has needs, and she has to feel them. She must submit. They must be done to her. She's desperate!
Behind the wheel, she’s thinking about his hands on her and of him inside her and how exciting it is when he teases and denies her, always pushing her beyond her boundaries to find new pleasures.
“Damn it! Snap out of it before you get in an accident,” she thinks, changing lanes to get around slow-moving traffic only to be stopped by a red light.
She pulls her skirt up, exposing herself without caring what strangers in the pickup next to her might see. She’s wearing a comfy, thin, girly sundress with no bra and no panties, and she lays a hand on her smooth, shaved pussy, teases her clit, and slides in two fingers.
“Awwwwrgh!” She's so slippery, butt she has other needs. She mustn’t ruin it, so she lets go of herself and flips open the glove compartment.
Watching the light with one eye, she flips through, reluctantly pushes aside the black vibrator, skips over the pink nipple clamps, and there it is: she pulls out the green butt plug with the cute logo on it.
She lifts her butt from the seat, reaches under, aligns carefully, and eases down onto it. “Gawd, fuck!” she says as the plug pops in just in time for the light to turn green, and she eases back into traffic.
Her destination is just down the block on the right. With excited anticipation, she wriggles her ass against the seat. The plug feels good and seems well seated. Just because she can, she pushes her ass back to feel more of it.
Turning into the too-small, too-busy parking lot, Mel is uninterested in the drive-thru, parks her car, and walks in. After the week she's had, she needs to be served over the counter.
The customer in front of her in line is hot as fuck: shapely, athletic-looking, petite, with beautiful legs, and what surely must be the most adorable tiny pert butt barely concealed by a miniskirt.
Imagining all the pervy things she might do with her occupies her mind until a cheerful voice interrupts, “Welcome to Starbutts! What would you like today?”
She knows what she came for, so without hesitation, “I need a spanking, please, bare-handed, with dirty talk,” says Mel, scanning in her rewards card.
“Welcome back, Mel. We’re very happy to spank you today. Would you like grande or venti smacks? Only eighty cents more, and you can have trenta whacks! Oh, and you have a free modification reward.”
“Trenta, please,” Mel sighs, her desperate need making it come out nearly as a whimper, “and let’s mix it up; let me have a feather duster too, please. Oh, and I’m wearing my Starbutts plug, so ask him to just go ahead and give it to me twice. I need the free encore.”
“Perfect! You’re all set. Go bend over the counter at the end of the bar, bare your ass, and you’ll feel your server as soon as your order’s ready.”
Mel flushes, seeing other customers waiting for or enjoying the administration of their orders, but it’s the sight of the customer who was ahead of her in line pulling down tiny translucent red panties that makes her clit erect and her pussy tingle.
Her stiffening nipples are rubbing delightfully against the fabric of her thin summer dress. “So many butts, so little time,” she thinks as an internal warmth deliciously envelops her.
Mel finds a spot and assumes the position: legs apart, bends over, lifts her skirt, and, having no panties, the cute green Starbutts logo shows clearly.
She wriggles, enjoying her nipples against the cold counter and the fullness of the plug so nice and deep inside her. She lays her head down, puts her hands flat on each side, closes her eyes, and feels her wetness run warmly down her soft, bare thighs.
She’s aroused by not knowing when her order might cum, and knowing that others can see both excites and distracts her. Anticipation and cool air on Mel’s ass raise goosebumps. She doesn’t hear her server cum up behind her.
“Ummmph!” is her involuntary response to feeling the feather duster without warning between her legs.
Such a soft, cool, soothing caress up the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs continues across her hot, wet pussy. “Gawd!!!” comes out of her pretty lips as the feathers lick across her clit and proceed softly to dust the crack of her ass, and then, nearly forgotten, it cums...
( SMACK, SMACK, SMACK )
...and, “How do you like that, Slut?”
“Gah-ga-gawd, Master, I lah-la-love it. I’ve been a baaad girl! Fifty-seven more please; I nah-na-neeeed it!”
“Good girl!” purrs her server, and...
( SMACK, SMACK, SMACK )
…everyone in the store hears Mel moaning out, counting in accompaniment to the Starbutts master’s hand making red marks on her ass…
“FOUR, FIVE, SIX”
…and in response to the cheerful greeting of the buttista at the register, the next customer in line replies, “That sounds delicious; I’ll have what she’s having!”
