I woke up on Saturday feeling horny immediately. Unlike other days where I had regret, hatred or was confused on what my life had become, today I woke with a smile and a wet pussy. The events of the day before, the experiences with Jess, the bathing suit, just overall feeling slutty and sexy, it was starting to change how my mind worked.
Jess's panties laid beside my head and I picked them up again and sniffed them, taking a deep breath, savouring Jess's pussy scent. I loved it. I didn't want to love it, but I did, and I was starting not to fight it anymore.
I looked at my bedside clock and saw it was already 10:30am which was a lot later than I normally slept in. My hand grabbed my phone and I opened it up. Part of me hoping there was a message. I could feel my fight slipping away as I was getting more and more turned on. I didn't want to like what was happening, but it was hard not to. The fear of getting caught made me so excited even though I knew it would ruin my life. It was a sick and twisted way to think, but I couldn't help it. I knew I still needed to end this, to figure out a way to stop doing what I was doing, being forced to do, but it was getting harder to fight, and easier to give in. I hated myself.
To my excitement, or dread, there was a message.
Message: REMEMBER YOU NEED TO BE PUNISHED FOR CUMMING
Message: DID YOU FORGET SLUT?
I had forgotten. I forgot all about it.
Message: OPEN PACKAGE 8 AND WEAR IT ALL DAY
Message: HAVE FUN WHORE
God, the way the asshole spoke to me pissed me off so much. But the words slut and whore made my pussy twitch. It was such a frustrating mix of emotions every time I saw a message pop up on my phone.
I assumed package number 8 was some piece of clothing, but there was only one way to find out. I got out of bed and walked over to the pile of packages still laying there. After finding the one labeled "8" I noticed it had something hard inside. There was no way it could be clothing. My hands ripped it open and a large black butt plug fell out onto the ground. I gasped.
I bent down to pick it up and looked at it closer. It was big. There was no other way to describe it. It wasn't one of the little tiny ones you see some girls wear, this was at least one and half, maybe two inches wide. I held it in my hands as I inspected it. I moved it up closer to my mouth and licked it. I couldn't help myself. Having it in my hand turned me on so much. I ran my fingers along it before slipping it into my mouth, running my tongue over it. I moaned out loud which shocked me. I was so horny.
In the shower I let the water wash over my while my hand gently rubbed my pussy. The butt plug sat on the shelf in front of me, staring at me, ready to be used. Soapy water cascaded over my tits and down my ass. I reached around and made sure to play with my ass a little, sliding a finger, and then two into my hole. "Mmmmmm" I moaned as I slowly fucked my asshole with my fingers. It had been awhile since I played with my ass and doing it again made me feel like a slut. I loved it.
I grabbed the plug off the shelf and spit on it before bringing it around to my asshole to start to push it in. It was too big to just push in all at once, I had to work at it. I pushed a little harder with each stroke, moving it in and out of my ass. My other hand started to rub my clit as the plug moved further and further up my ass. It felt so good, so amazing, "oh fuck yes... fuck your ass you little slut," I said while continuing to push harder.
The toy was almost in as I was getting closer to cumming. I slipped two, then three fingers into my cunt while my other hand continued to push the toy deeper. I could feel the end of it start to slip in, it was stretching my hole nice and wide, just the way I liked it. My fingers rammed themselves into my cunt as the plug slipped all the way in. I let it sit there for a second before pulling it out. The best part was feeling my sphincter open and close around it. I started to fuck my ass with it while I fucked my cunt with my fingers. "Oh fuck... Oh fuck... god I'm such a fucking whore... oh shit... I fucking love it... I fucking LOVE FUCKING MY ASS," I yelled out as I got close to cumming. I kept working my fingers and the plug into my holes harder and faster, "fuck, fuck, fuck..." I kept saying right before the toy slipped in for the last time, my cunt spasmed, my body shook, I had to hold myself up against the wall so I didn't fall. My breathing was heavy, I was sweating somehow in the shower, my balance was off. I felt amazing.
As my mind cleared I stood back up and cooled down. Why was I being like this? Where was the conservative teacher I used to be? I knew that I always loved stretching my holes, but it never controlled my life. Now everything to do with being a slut was somehow becoming the main thing I thought about. It was taking over. Cumming in the shower wasn't bad, but the fact I did it while thinking about being blackmailed, and using a butt plug my blackmailer sent me made me shiver with disgust and lust.
As I got out of the shower I felt the plug move in my ass. Each step I took it moved up and down just slightly, but enough to make me notice it, and every time I noticed it it turned me on a little more. I looked over at my desk and noticed my laptop was still open, the green light was on, I turned and bent over a little, showing the blackmailer my ass. I wasn't sure why I did it, it just happened. Was I showing off to them? Was I enjoying it more than I would admit? I didn't want to think about it.
I put on a pair of panties and jeans. I knew the jeans would keep me from touching myself, unlike a skirt or a dress. I had to plan ahead. I threw a bra and t-shirt on and headed downstairs. Both Sam and Emma were already up and sitting in the kitchen having some toast and cereal.
"Hey guys," I said as I walked in heading to the fridge to get some orange juice.
"Good morning mom," Emma said before she got up and gave me a hug. It was weird, but nice. I wrapped an arm around her and hugged her back.
Emma went back to sit down and finished her food. My eyes watched her ass in her dark red leggings. I hated myself. She turned her head and smiled at me, I smiled back, hoping she didn't notice.
"So... what is everyone's plan for the day?" I asked.
"Oh, well I am actually meeting some friends at the mall today... could I borrow the car? Or can you give me a ride?" Emma asked.
Going to the mall actually sounded like a good idea. It was the weekend, and why not treat myself a little? Why not try to do something to take my mind off of everything that had been happening? Of course as soon as I moved I felt the plug in my ass and realized there wouldn't be much forgetting about things today.
"Ummm maybe I'll go to the mall too actually... I could use some new clothes... Sam, do you want to come?" I looked over at Sam at the table, "you can get whatever you want... on me..."
He looked up at me, "Oh... ummm... I guess... sure..." he was uneasy, but it was good that he agreed to something.
I grabbed a bowl and poured some cereal and sat down between Emma and Sam. It was a nice family moment even though no one spoke. I felt the plug push further into my ass as I sat there, I moved around a little, feeling it dig deeper and deeper. I loved the way it felt. I wanted to pull it out and push it back in again, over and over, but I couldn't. That is why I wore jeans.
Emma got up first, her loose sweater lifting a little showing off her midriff, "I'm going to go and get ready... can we go soon?"
"Sure, whenever you're ready," I said as I took another spoonful of cereal. I assumed Sam didn't need anytime to get ready.
Within a few minutes we were all in the car on our way to the mall. Emma leaned over closer to me while I was driving.
"Mom... just so you know... I'm still thinking about... you know... and... I think I might have a plan... maybe... I'll let you know..." she whispered.
I looked over at her and smiled, not wanting to draw attention from Sam, I mouthed "thank you" in silence.
The rest of the drive was silent, and when we got there Emma went ahead and met up with her friends. Sam and I walked in together, him in his tight jeans and t-shirt, and we walked through a couple of stores. I looked for some items, shorts, jeans, shirts, and he went off on his own. The problem was every time I did anything I felt the plug move in my ass, and everytime it moved the hornier I got, and the hornier I got the sluttier the clothes I wanted to buy. I started off with jeans and sweaters and was now looking at lingerie and spandex shorts. All I wanted to do was push my jeans and play with my cunt, but I knew I couldn't, I was trying to convince myself that I didn't want to either, but I knew that was a lie. I had to find Sam to distract myself.
