"You're glowing today, Melissa," Stan said, his eyes flicking over her attire, noticing the slightest of bulges beneath her blouse.

Melissa looked up from her coffee, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes before a knowing smile curled her lips. "Thanks, Stan," she murmured, a playful glint in her gaze. "New outfit?"

He nodded, his gaze lingering on her figure. "Yeah, I figured it was time for something... different." She had chosen to wear the wraparound blouse and skirt today, the fabric hugging her curves just right, revealing a tantalizing hint of what lay beneath. It was his favorite look on her, a silent nod to the desires he hadn't yet had the courage to voice.

Their friendship had always been a dance of unspoken tension, a delicate balance of mutual attraction and unexplored boundaries. Stan had always admired Melissa from afar, her strength and beauty captivating him since her divorce. Her ex-husband was a dull man, not one to appreciate the fiery spirit that lay beneath her composed exterior. Now, with a newfound confidence, Melissa was blossoming into the woman Stan had always known she could be.

One evening, after a particularly taxing day at the office, Stan gathered his courage and approached Melissa with a proposition. He knew it was unorthodox, but the allure of their potential union was too strong to ignore. He laid out his conditions, heart racing as he watched the emotions play across her face.

To his amazement, Melissa didn't dismiss him outright. Instead, she took a sip of her wine, considering his words with a thoughtful expression. "Why these specific rules, Stan?" she asked, a touch of curiosity in her voice.

He took a deep breath, feeling his cheeks flush. "It's... it's just what I like, Melissa. The thought of you dressed like that, it does something to me." He paused, then added, "And if you wear a vibrator with pants, it's like you're always ready for me, always thinking about me, even when we're apart."

Her eyes searched his, looking for any hint of insincerity. Finding none, she leaned in closer, her voice a sultry whisper. "And the butt plug?"

"It's about control," he admitted, his voice low and husky. "When you wear it, you're reminded of me, of what I can give you."

For a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath. Then Melissa set down her glass, a smile playing on her lips. "Alright," she said, her voice a soft purr. "But only if you're willing to be just as devoted to me."

The air between them crackled with anticipation as she stood, her skirt swirling around her as she approached him. Her hand found his, and she led him into a world of passion and exploration that neither of them had ever dared to imagine.

Melissa took the plunge, her body responding to the excitement of the newfound freedom Stan's conditions offered. She loved the way his eyes lit up when she walked into a room, the way his gaze lingered on her, making her feel desired and powerful. The wraparound blouses and skirts became her new signature look, turning heads and leaving a trail of whispers wherever she went. The lush vibrator was a constant companion, humming quietly against her clit, a silent reminder of Stan's claim on her body. And the butt plugs? They were an unexpected delight, filling her with a sense of fullness and submission that only heightened her arousal.

Stan, for his part, was enthralled. The sight of Melissa in her new attire made him harder than he'd ever been, his mind racing with the endless possibilities of their new arrangement. He found himself more attentive to her needs, eager to push her boundaries and explore her deepest desires. He'd never been so in sync with a woman, and it was intoxicating.

Their first time together was explosive. Melissa had chosen a simple black dress that hugged her figure, the butt plug nestled snugly inside her. As they kissed, Stan's hand found its way up her skirt, his fingertips brushing against the smooth silicone. She gasped into his mouth, her body trembling with anticipation. He pulled away, his eyes dark with lust. "You're mine," he growled, his voice thick with desire.

Melissa didn't argue. She knew she was his, in every sense of the word. They stumbled into her bedroom, clothes flying in every direction, their bodies colliding in a passionate embrace. Stan took his time undressing her, savoring every inch of her exposed flesh. His hands roamed over her curves, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses along her neck and shoulders.

The vibrator was the final touch, a silent spectator to their love-making. He watched as Melissa's eyes rolled back in pleasure, her body undulating against him. The sight was almost too much to bear, and with a primal roar, he claimed her, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

Their relationship grew more intense with each passing day. They tested the boundaries of their agreement, finding new ways to push each other's limits and fuel their insatiable desire. When Melissa had to give a presentation at work, she slipped into a tailored pant suit, the kind that hugged her body in all the right places. But this wasn't just any ordinary attire.

Underneath the professional façade, she wore the lush vibrator as Stan had requested. It was a thrilling secret, a silent declaration of her submission to him, even in the most public of settings. As she stood before her colleagues, the vibrator buzzed to life in her quim, controlled by Stan who sat in the back, his eyes never leaving hers. She gripped the podium, her voice steady as she spoke, but her knees trembled with the effort to maintain composure.

The tension in the room was palpable, a delicious mix of power and vulnerability. Melissa could feel the eyes on her, but it was Stan's gaze that burned through her, setting her skin alight. With each slide she transitioned, the vibrator's intensity grew, syncing with the rhythm of her heartbeat. Her breath hitched, and she had to bite her lip to stifle a moan as the pleasure built, a silent symphony of sensation that only the two of them shared.

The meeting dragged on, but it was the longest hour of Melissa's life. Each word she spoke was a testament to their connection, every gesture an unspoken promise of what awaited her once the last handclap of the Q&A had died down. The vibrator's pulse grew stronger, matching the throb in her core. It was all she could do to keep her legs from giving out, her mind racing with the images of what Stan would do to her once they were alone.

The moment the meeting ended, she practically sprinted to the nearest empty conference room. Stan followed, his eyes dark with need. He slammed the door shut behind them, and Melissa was in his arms before she could even catch her breath. His hands found the zipper of her pants, the vibrator slipping out, still buzzing with the echoes of their shared excitement. "You were so good," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

Melissa gasped, her legs giving way as Stan's hand worked its magic. He caught her, lifting her onto the conference table, their bodies entwined in a desperate dance of need. The vibrator lay forgotten on the floor, the only sound in the room the frantic beating of their hearts and the rustle of fabric. Stan's hands roamed over her, pulling her panties aside, exposing her to the cool air and his heated gaze.

He slid his fingers inside her, curling them just right to hit that spot that made her toes curl. Melissa moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair as she arched her back. She could feel her orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that she hadn't realized she'd been holding back all morning. "Stan," she whimpered, her voice a plea.

He kissed his way down her body, his tongue tracing the path his hands had made. When he reached her wetness, Melissa's eyes rolled back in her head. Stan took his time, savoring the taste of her, teasing her until she was begging for release. And when she came, it was with a scream that echoed off the walls, a testament to the depth of their connection.

Stan stood, his own need evident in his strained expression. He unzipped his pants, his erection springing free. He stepped closer, positioning himself between her spread legs. With one hand, he guided himself inside her, filling her completely. Melissa wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as they began to move together. The sound of their bodies colliding was muffled by the roar of the people outside the conference room door.

Her eyes fluttered closed as the sensation of the butt plug combined with the feel of Stan's thick cock inside her. She was so wet, so ready, and the added pressure was almost too much. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over her, and she could feel her orgasm building once again. She tightened her grip on him, her nails digging into his back as she whispered his name.

Their secret rendezvous in the conference room became a ritual, a stolen moment of passion amidst the mundane. They'd both sneak away from their respective offices, their hearts racing as they found refuge in the quiet space. Stan would take her, hard and fast, their moans muffled by the fabric of his shirt as Melissa bit down to keep from screaming. It was a thrill unlike any other, a delicious mix of taboo and desire that neither could resist.

And when they were done, Melissa would slip the vibrator back into her panties, the butt plug still snug inside her. They'd straighten their clothes and return to the office, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she walked back to her desk. The other men in the office had no idea what had just transpired, the power play that had unfolded just feet away from their oblivious eyes.

That night, Melissa went out to the bar, her skirt riding up just enough to reveal the top of the butt plug. She knew it was a risk, but the thrill of it only made her wetter. As the evening progressed, she felt the familiar hands of strangers rubbing her ass, their fingers grazing the base of the plug. She'd giggle, playing coy, enjoying the illicit thrill.

But it was when Stan walked in, his eyes scanning the room until they found hers, that the real game began. He stalked over, his gaze intense and possessive. The other men backed off, sensing the predator in him. Without a word, he lifted her skirt, exposing her to the room. A collective gasp went up, the air thick with lust and anticipation.

Melissa's heart hammered in her chest as she felt the cool air kiss her bare ass, the butt plug clearly visible. She bit her lip, a blush creeping up her neck. But instead of embarrassment, she felt a rush of excitement. Stan's hand slid up her thigh, his fingers brushing against the plug. The room faded away, until it was just the two of them, locked in their own erotic bubble.

With a swift, decisive motion, he pulled her closer, his erection pressing against her. Then, before anyone could react, he thrust into her, his cock filling her to the hilt. Melissa's eyes went wide with shock and pleasure, a gasp escaping her lips. The bar patrons watched, frozen in their tracks, as their office romance played out in the most public and scandalous way possible.

Stan didn't stop, didn't even slow down. He fucked her right there on the bar, his hips pistoning into her with an animalistic hunger. The bartender looked on, a mix of shock and admiration on his face, as Melissa's moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath Stan's. Her orgasm built, a crescendo of pleasure that had the entire room watching, unable to look away from the raw, unfiltered passion unfolding before them.

Melissa's eyes met Stan's, the heat in his gaze burning into her soul. He knew she was close, knew he had her right where he wanted her. With a final, brutal thrust, she came, her body shuddering as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Stan followed suit, his own release powerful and unbridled.

Their passion was a spectacle, a declaration of their dominance over each other and the room. As they came down from their high, their eyes still locked, the reality of what they'd just done settled in. The bar had gone silent, all eyes on them. But in that moment, Melissa knew she'd never felt more alive.

Stan leaned down, whispering in her ear, "You're mine, Melissa. Every part of you." He withdrew slowly, setting her down gently on her trembling legs. She smoothed her skirt, the butt plug still nestled inside her, a reminder of their shared secret. They left the bar hand in hand, the whispers and gasps of the patrons following them into the night.

Their relationship continued to push boundaries, each new challenge bringing them closer together.

On Sunday mornings, Melissa would don her wrap-around dresses and attend church with a secret thrill. The butt plug was a constant companion, the feeling of it nestled inside her a silent declaration of her submission to Stan. It was a thrill she hadn't anticipated, the juxtaposition of the sacred and the profane.

This particular Sunday, she'd chosen a crimson dress that clung to her curves like a sinful embrace. The priest's eyes lingered on her longer than they should, and she could feel the heat of his gaze as she took her seat in the pew. The plug was a subtle presence, the weight of it a gentle reminder of Stan's possession.

As the service went on, she found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the hymns and prayers. The priest's eyes kept straying to her, and she could see the curiosity, the hunger in his gaze. The thought of what she was hiding under her dress made her squirm, the plug shifting within her, sending bolts of pleasure through her body.

The sermon ended, and as the congregation rose for the final hymn, Melissa felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to find the priest standing beside her, his eyes dark with an emotion she couldn't quite read. "May I have a word with you after the service, Melissa?" he asked, his voice low and filled with something that sounded suspiciously like desire.

Her heart racing, she nodded, her mind racing with the possibilities. What did he know? What did he suspect? The tension was exquisite, a heady mix of fear and arousal.

After the congregation had dispersed, she made her way to the back of the church, her heels clicking on the stone floor. The priest was waiting for her, his collar open, his expression unreadable. "Your attire today, it's quite... distinctive," he said, his gaze flicking down to her hips.

Melissa felt a flush creep up her neck, but she held his gaze. "Is there something wrong, Father?"

He stepped closer, his hand brushing against her arm. "I think you know what's wrong," he murmured. "You're wearing that... that thing." His voice was filled with a mix of revulsion and fascination.

Her pulse quickened. "What thing, Father?" she asked, playing coy.

He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "The plug," he whispered. "I know what it does to you."

Melissa's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she stepped closer, her breasts brushing against his chest. "And what does it do to you, Father?"

The priest's eyes darkened, his hand moving to the small of her back. "It makes me want to save you," he growled. "To show you the true meaning of submission."

The air in the empty church was charged with something more than just the scent of incense. Melissa felt the plug inside her, the constant reminder of Stan's dominance, and the priest's desire was a thrilling challenge. "Is that what you think you can do?" she taunted, her voice a siren's call.

His hand slid down to her ass, his fingers finding the base of the plug. He gripped it, his eyes never leaving hers. "I know I can," he said, his voice filled with a newfound confidence.

Their dance had begun, a game of power and seduction that would unfold in the most unexpected of places. Melissa felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine, the thrill of the forbidden making her wet.

Stan had no idea what was happening, but he could feel the shift in the air. He watched from the shadows, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before him. The priest's hand on Melissa's ass, the way she leaned into his touch, it was all too much. His cock was rock-hard, straining against his pants as he imagined her with the plug, the one he'd chosen for her, the one that marked her as his.

Melissa felt a thrill run through her as the priest's thumb rubbed the base of the plug, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her nipples hardened against the fabric of her dress, sensitive peaks yearning for attention. She hadn't worn a bra today, a rebellious act that now seemed like fate as they poked through the thin material, clearly visible to the man of God who was anything but holy in his thoughts.

The priest's gaze was locked on hers, his grip on the plug tightening as he whispered, "You're so beautiful, Melissa. So... tempting." His voice was a low growl, a confession and a warning all rolled into one. She knew he was fighting with his own desires, his own inner demons.

Melissa's heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps. The priest was right there, his hand on her, his eyes devouring her. Yet, she felt a strange thrill, a heady mix of power and vulnerability. She leaned in closer, her voice a seductive murmur. "But, Father, aren't we all just looking for salvation in our own way?"

He paused, his thumb still circling the base of the plug, his eyes searching hers. For a moment, it was as if the world had stopped, as if the very walls of the church were holding their breath. Then, with a sudden jerk, he released her and stepped back, his expression a maelstrom of confusion and anger. "You're right," he snarled, his handsome features twisted into a scowl. "I'm not here to be your savior. Go to Stan for that. He's the one who'll fuck you with that... that thing."

The priest's words were like a slap in the face, cold water on the flames of her arousal. She felt a sting of rejection, but it only served to fuel her fire. Stan had claimed her, had given her the rules that set her free, had shown her a world of passion she'd never dreamed of. And now, she was going to make sure he knew she was his, and only his.

With a knowing smile, Melissa turned and sashayed out of the church, the plug still snugly in place. The priest watched her go, his eyes never leaving her ass, his hand shaking slightly. He knew he'd lost the battle, but he hadn't lost the war.

Stan was waiting outside, his eyes scanning the crowd as he searched for Melissa. When he spotted her, his heart skipped a beat. She was dressed in a way that made his cock throb, the wrap-around blouse and skirt leaving little to the imagination. He could see the outline of her breasts, the way the fabric clung to her curves, and he knew she wasn't wearing a bra today. She looked like a walking wet dream, and she was all his.

As she approached, he took in her flushed cheeks, the way she walked with a certain sway to her hips. She was already wet for him, he could tell, and the thought made him even harder. "Ready for our little adventure?" he asked, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down her spine.

Melissa nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She could feel the slickness between her legs, the anticipation of what was to come. "More than ready," she murmured, her voice dripping with desire.

They set off for the park, their steps brisk and eager. The vibrant greenery and the soft hum of the city provided the perfect backdrop for their illicit rendezvous. Melissa's skirt fluttered around her, the cool breeze teasing her exposed skin. She knew she was leaving a trail of desire, a scent that was driving Stan wild.

As they ventured deeper into the park, the path grew narrower, the trees closer. Stan's hand found hers, his grip firm and reassuring. "You smell so good," he said, leaning in to nuzzle her neck. "I can't wait to taste you."

Her body responded to his words, her pussy clenching around the butt plug. She could feel the wetness seeping through her panties, staining the fabric. "Stan," she gasped, her voice needy. "I can't take it anymore."

He chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through her body. "Patience, my love," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Our spot is just up ahead."

They found a secluded grove, the trees forming a natural canopy around them. Stan pushed Melissa against the trunk of a large oak, his hands roaming her body with an urgent hunger. He slid her skirt up, exposing her wet, swollen pussy. He groaned at the sight, his own need for her overwhelming.

Without a word, he dropped to his knees, his mouth finding her clit. Melissa's legs buckled, her hands fisting in his hair as he licked and sucked, driving her closer to the edge. The butt plug was a delicious pressure, the combination of the two sensations pushing her higher and higher.

Stan's teeth grazed her sensitive flesh, sending a bolt of pleasure through her. She cried out, her body arching towards him. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice thick with need.

Melissa could only nod, her eyes glazed with passion. She felt the plug shift within her as she rode the wave of pleasure, her orgasm building like a crescendo. Stan's tongue was relentless, his fingers sliding into her wetness, the plug providing an extra dimension to their lovemaking.

With a final, desperate moan, she came, her body convulsing with the force of her release. Stan stood, his own pants straining with his erection. "Now, let's see how much you can take," he said, his voice filled with a primal need.

He pushed her to the ground, the soft grass cushioning her fall. Melissa spread her legs, eager for him to fill her. Stan didn't waste any time, his cock sliding into her with a groan of satisfaction. She was so wet, so tight, and the plug made her feel so full.

Their bodies moved in a frantic rhythm, the sound of their lovemaking muffled by the rustling of the leaves above. Melissa could feel the eyes of the trees on them, could feel the earthy energy of the park pulsing through her. It was raw, it was real, and it was everything she'd ever wanted.

As Stan pounded into her, she reached down, her hand finding the base of the plug. She began to move it in time with his thrusts, the sensation making her gasp with pleasure. The priest's words echoed in her mind, but it was Stan's claim that she felt deep in her bones.

Melissa could not believe the pleasure, the thrill of this moment. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before, a heady mix of taboo and ecstasy. Her body was his playground, and she reveled in every touch, every sensation. She felt alive, more alive than she'd ever been.

Their movements grew more frantic, their breathing ragged. Stan's grip on her hips tightened, his strokes becoming more erratic. Melissa knew he was close, his cock swelling inside her. She could feel her own orgasm building again, the plug pushing her closer and closer to the brink.

The world outside the grove faded away, leaving only the two of them and the beat of their hearts. The trees seemed to lean in, as if eager to witness the culmination of their passion. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, Stan came, his release filling her completely. Melissa's own orgasm crashed over her, the plug sending her soaring into a realm of pleasure she hadn't known existed.

They lay there, panting and sweaty, their hearts racing. Melissa felt the plug inside her, a physical reminder of their love, of their power exchange.

Saturday came, and with it, the anticipation of a new adventure. Stan had bought tickets to the football game, and Melissa knew she had to dress to impress. She donned her wrap-around blouse, the fabric fluttering around her generous breasts as she moved. The cute shorts she'd picked out left little to the imagination, revealing her toned legs and the promise of what lay beneath. And, of course, the lush vibrator was nestled in her panties, ready to do Stan's bidding.

They made their way through the crowded stadium, the roar of the crowd a thrilling backdrop to their secret play. Stan kept his hand in his pocket, the vibrator's remote a silent weapon of mass arousal. As they found their seats, Melissa felt the first buzz against her clit, a gentle reminder of the game they were playing.

Throughout the first half, Stan played with the intensity, keeping Melissa on edge. She bit her lip, trying to maintain composure as the vibrations grew stronger, her body responding in ways she hadn't anticipated. The cheers of the crowd mingled with her own silent cries of pleasure, her legs clenching around the secret between them.

By the time halftime rolled around, Melissa was climbing the walls with horniness. She could feel the wetness seeping through her shorts, a scandalous testament to their erotic dance. Stan leaned in, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You're doing so well, baby," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear. "But I think it's time to turn it up a notch."

The second half of the game was a blur of color and sound, punctuated by the increasingly intense vibrations that had Melissa squirming in her seat. She could feel the eyes of the fans around her, could sense their curiosity at her sudden fidgeting. But she knew they couldn't see what was happening, couldn't know the secret pleasure she was experiencing.

Stan's hand never left her thigh, his thumb occasionally brushing the sensitive skin. Melissa's eyes never left the field, but her mind was a whirlwind of sensation. Each buzz of the vibrator sent a shockwave through her, her orgasm building like a storm on the horizon.

And then, it hit her. The crowd roared as the home team scored a touchdown, and Stan took advantage of the distraction to crank the vibrator to full power. Melissa's body convulsed, her eyes rolling back in her head as she came, right there in the middle of the stadium, surrounded by thousands of people. Her moan was lost in the cheers, but she knew that Stan had heard, had felt it.

They shared a look, a silent promise of what was to come later, when they could be alone again. But for now, the game was their playground, their love a secret shared only by the two of them.

The second half of the game was a blur of pleasure and tension, Melissa's body a live wire ready to snap at any moment. The vibrator was a relentless master, guiding her closer and closer to the edge until she was sure she couldn't take it anymore.

But she did. Each time she thought she'd reached her limit, Stan would ease off, only to ramp it up again when she least expected it. Her orgasms were like a symphony, a crescendo of pleasure that left her trembling and gasping for air.

As the final whistle blew, Melissa was a wreck, her body spent and satisfied. The crowd surged around them, oblivious to the intimate battle they'd just won. Stan took her hand, leading her out of the stadium with a smug smile on his face.

"You were amazing," he murmured, his voice low and filled with pride. "You took it all, just like I knew you would."

Melissa leaned into him, her legs still wobbly from the aftershocks of pleasure. "Thank you," she breathed, her eyes shining with a newfound love. "For everything."

Stan kissed her forehead, his hand still resting on her thigh. "You're welcome, baby," he said, his voice filled with tenderness. "But we're not done yet." He pulled out his phone, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "It's time to take our show on the road."

Melissa's eyes widened as she realized what he was holding. "The remote," she gasped. "You're not serious."

But Stan was dead serious. He had a new idea, a new twist to their game. "Trust me," he said, his thumb hovering over the button. "It'll be fun."

The following week, Melissa found herself at a work trade show, dressed to kill in a figure-hugging dress that left nothing to the imagination. Her heart raced as she set up her booth, the vibrating butt plug nestled snugly inside her. It was a thrill she never knew she'd crave, the feeling of being filled and exposed in the most professional of settings.

As the day went on, the trade show grew crowded with potential clients and colleagues. Melissa's smile was polished, her demeanor professional. But beneath the surface, she was a cauldron of desire, the plug a constant presence, a reminder of Stan's dominance.

And then, the first text came. The vibrations were subtle at first, a gentle buzz that made her clench around the plug. She managed to keep her composure, her voice steady as she talked about the latest office supplies. But with each passing minute, the vibrations grew stronger, more insistent.

Stan was playing her like a fiddle, his fingers dancing over the keys of his phone like a maestro. He knew exactly when to push her, when to ease off, keeping her on the edge of a precipice. Melissa's cheeks flushed, her breathing shallow, as she tried to focus on her sales pitch.

But it was no use. The plug was a living thing, a silent lover that whispered sweet nothings in the form of pulsing pleasure. Her eyes kept darting to her phone, checking for the next message, the next command. And when it came, she could feel the room spin around her.

The text was simple, but it sent a bolt of lust through her body. "Bend over, baby," it read. "Let them see how much you want me."

Melissa's knees nearly gave out as she read the words. She glanced around, her heart racing. Could she do this? Would she?

Her best customer, a middle-aged man named Richard, approached the booth, his eyes scanning the products without a hint of the turmoil she felt. He looked up, a smile playing on his lips, and Melissa felt a bead of sweat trickle down her spine. She took a deep breath and bent over, pretending to straighten some brochures, her pussy juices running down her legs, leaving a damp trail on the carpet.

Stan's eyes glinted with mischief from across the room, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He watched as Richard's gaze dropped to her ass, the fabric of her dress stretched taut over her cheeks. The vibrations grew stronger, a silent cheer urging her on.

As Richard leaned in to ask a question, his hand brushed against her ass, the pressure against the plug sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her, a sound that was swallowed by the buzz of the trade show floor.

The poor man's eyes went wide, his hand jerking away. But then, as if on cue, Dave, a competitor, sauntered over, his eyes taking in the scene with a sharp, predatory gaze. He saw the wet spot on the carpet, the way Melissa's legs trembled, and knew exactly what was happening.

With a wink to Stan, Dave stepped closer, placing his hand on her back. "Looks like you're having quite the successful day," he said, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down her spine.

Melissa gasped as he squeezed her ass, the pressure on the plug pushing her over the edge. Her body convulsed, a silent orgasm ripping through her as she clenched her teeth, trying to keep her composure. She felt a warmth spread through her cheeks, her body betraying her in the most delicious way.

Dave's hand lingered, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her skin. "I'd say we could negotiate a little," he said, his voice filled with a promise that had nothing to do with office supplies.

Stan stepped in, his voice firm. "We can talk numbers, but she's not for sale."

The air crackled with tension as the two men locked eyes. Melissa felt a thrill run through her, the power exchange between them making her wetter than ever.

After a moment, Dave nodded, his hand sliding away. "Fair enough," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "But I'd be willing to offer a substantial discount for the pleasure of her company tonight."

Melissa felt a thrill at the blatant proposal, her body singing with the promise of more to come. She met Stan's gaze, and in that moment, they both knew the deal was struck.

They wrapped up the day, the tension between them a palpable force. As the last attendee left the trade show floor, Stan and Melissa shared a knowing look. The celebration was about to begin.

Dave had suggested a fancy restaurant, and Melissa knew she'd be wearing the butt plug beneath her dress, the vibrator a silent promise for later. But first, they had a big sale to celebrate.

The dinner was a whirlwind of laughter and innuendos, the three of them playing a delicate dance of power and desire. Melissa's dress was tight, the fabric clinging to her curves, the plug a constant presence that made every move an erotic ballet.

Dave was charming, his hand lingering a little too long on her thigh, his eyes never leaving her cleavage. Stan watched, his gaze dark and possessive. And Melissa reveled in it all, the thrill of being desired, the rush of adrenaline that came with playing such a dangerous game.

The dinner conversation flowed easily, the tension between them a silent symphony that only they could hear. Stan's hand slid under the table, finding the remote in his pocket. He turned up the vibrations, watching with a smug smile as Melissa's eyes widened and her breath hitched. She took a sip of her wine, trying to hide her reaction.

Her cheeks flushed as the plug began to pulse inside her, the intensity growing with each passing moment. She tried to focus on the conversation, but her body had a mind of its own. She could feel the wetness spreading, the scent of her arousal filling the air. She was sure that everyone in the restaurant could smell it, could see the raw need etched on her face.

The food was delicious, but it was the main course of pleasure that had Melissa's full attention. Each bite was a challenge, a test of her endurance. The plug was relentless, the vibrations increasing with each swipe of her tongue. She could feel her orgasm building, a storm gathering on the horizon.

And then, it happened. Right there, in the middle of a crowded, upscale restaurant, Melissa came. The climax was silent but no less powerful for it, her body shaking with the force of her release. She bit back a scream, her eyes watering with the effort to remain composed.

Dave's eyes went wide, his gaze dropping to her trembling thighs. He leaned in, his voice a low growl. "I had no idea you were so... open to negotiation," he said, his own desire clear in his eyes.

Melissa met his gaze, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Oh, I'm very open," she murmured, her voice dripping with innuendo. She knew that Stan had won the first round, but the night was still young.

The tension at the dinner table was palpable, the air thick with the scent of her arousal and the promise of what was to come. Stan took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving hers. The vibrations didn't stop, a constant reminder of his control, his claim on her body.

Dave's proposal grew bolder, his voice low and seductive. "How about a seventy percent discount, plus a little... bonus for your trouble?" he offered, his thumb brushing the side of her breast.

Melissa's pulse raced. She could feel the eyes of the other diners on her, the heat of their stares. But she didn't care. This was her world, her stage, and she was the star. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "Make it seventy-five, and you've got yourself a deal."

The deal was struck, the vibrations still playing their sweet, sweet music in her ear. As the dessert cart rolled by, she knew that the real dessert was still to come. And she couldn't wait to savor every bite.

Back at the hotel, the three of them retreated to the suite that Stan had so thoughtfully reserved for the occasion. Melissa's heart raced as she stepped into the dimly lit room, her dress already hiked up to expose the plug that had been her silent companion all day.

Stan and Dave didn't waste any time. They stripped her down, their eyes hungry, their hands possessive. Stan's cock was massive, a beast that she knew would fill her to the brim. And Dave's was no slouch either, thick and long, a challenge she was eager to accept.

They laid her out on the bed, her legs spread wide, the plug still firmly in place. Stan took her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers as Dave's cock slid into her pussy. She moaned, the feeling of fullness overwhelming and delicious. And then, as if that weren't enough, Stan began to ease the plug out, replacing it with his own, much larger member.

The sensation was indescribable. Her ass stretched to accommodate him, the vibrations from the plug now echoed by the thickness of his cock. She was being filled in every way possible, claimed by both men in a dance of lust and power.

Their rhythm grew, a symphony of flesh and desire. Stan's cock driving in and out of her ass, Dave's filling her pussy.

Melissa's moans grew louder, the sound of their bodies slapping together a crescendo of passion. The room spun around her, the world outside forgotten. All that mattered was the pleasure, the exquisite agony of being used so completely.

And when they finally reached their peak, when their bodies tensed and spasmed with release, she knew she'd never felt so alive. The orgasm washed over her, a tidal wave of ecstasy that left her boneless and panting.

They collapsed onto the bed, a tangled mess of limbs and satiation. "You're mine, baby," he said, his eyes dark with desire. "And now, you know just how much."

Melissa nodded, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Always," she murmured, her eyes glazed with love and lust.