dirtyfantasy00 - Pissing with buttplug

dirtyfantasy00 is a website dedicated to exploring the deepest, filthiest fantasies of its members. One such fantasy is Pissing with a buttplug - the ultimate in taboo pleasure. In this story, we follow a man who finds himself caught up in just that sort of fantasy...

The man wakes up early in the morning, his body aching with anticipation. He'd had a dream about his neighbor, a gorgeous middle-aged woman with a body that defied age. In his dream, she had been wearing a buttplug and using him as her urinal - the feeling of her warm piss on his cock was enough to send him over the edge. He couldn't wait to experience it in real life.

He gets out of bed, quietly dressing himself. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves as he tiptoes over to her house. He has no idea what he's going to say or do when he gets there, but he knows he has to take the chance. He slips the buttplug out of his pocket, feeling it's cool, hard surface against his skin. It only serves to intensify his desire.

He reaches the back door of her house, his heart pounding in his chest. He takes a deep breath, then knocks softly. No answer. He tries the doorknob - it's locked. Undeterred, he slips the buttplug into his pocket and starts searching for a way to unlock the door. Just as he's about to give up, he spots a key hidden under a flowerpot. He grabs it and inserts it into the lock, turning it slowly until the door creaks open.

He takes a deep breath, then enters the house, closing the door behind him. His heart is racing, but he can't deny the thrill he feels as he moves through her home, looking for her. He finds her in the bathroom, just as he had seen her in his dreams - her legs spread wide, a trail of piss leading from the toilet to the floor. She's too engrossed in her morning routine to notice him.

He watches her in silence for a moment, taking in every detail - the way her ass clenches around the buttplug, creating a tight, smooth bulge in her jeans; the wet, shiny patch between her legs; the way she lifts her leg to wipe herself, exposing the buttplug even more. He can't believe his luck.

Finally, she stands up and turns around, reaching for a towel. Their eyes meet in the mirror - hers wide with shock, his burning with desire. She gasps, recognizing him instantly. He steps forward, pushing the buttplug deeper into his pocket as he approaches her. "I've been waiting all morning for this." He whispers, his voice hoarse with lust.

She swallows hard, her mind racing. She doesn't know what to do - she's never been so turned on in her life, but she also knows this is wrong. Before she can say anything, he reaches out and grabs her ass, squeezing the buttplug. She gasps at the sudden intrusion of pain, but she can't deny the rush of pleasure that follows.

He pulls her close, pressing his hard cock against her back. She can feel his erection through their clothes, and it only fuels her desire. Without thinking, she reaches behind her and grabs his cock, rubbing it against the buttplug. He groans in response, his hands moving to her hips, pressing her closer against him.

She moans, the feeling of him pressed against her ass driving her wild. She turns around slowly, unable to take her eyes off of him. When they lock gazes in the mirror, she sees the hunger in his eyes. She doesn't know how this is going to end, but she doesn't care. They're both pushed to their limits now.

He grabs her hand, leading it to his cock. She strokes him slowly at first, then faster as she feels the heat building inside her. He grips her ass, thrusting against her as she begins to grind against him. The sight of them together is almost too much to bear - the wetness between her legs, the way they moan in pleasure as they move together.

They collapse onto the bathroom floor, tangled together in a sweaty, passionate mess. He pulls out of her just as they climax, covering her face in his sticky cum. She gasps as the last wave of pleasure washes over her, then turns to him, her eyes full of lust. "You're insatiable," she whispers, her voice breathless. He smiles, pulling the buttplug out of his pocket. "And you're addicted. Aren't you?" He says, grinning. She doesn't answer, but he can see the truth in her eyes. He pushes the buttplug towards her, and she doesn't hesitate. The story ends with the two of them lying together, their hearts pounding in unison, the taste of each other's cum still lingering on their lips, as they wait for their next forbidden encounter.