Nothing But the Butt

Chapter 1

Jill adjusted her glasses and scrolled through the hookup site, her fingers hesitating over the keyboard. At forty-five, with a soon-to-be grandbaby on the way, she wasn’t looking for love—just a good, hard fuck. The thought made her pussy clench. She loved the way her asshole felt when it was played with, the way her friends moaned about anal sex. Maybe it was time she explored it more.

She typed out a profile: Divorced milf, soon-to-be grandma. Loves ass play and hearing about it. Looking for a man who knows how to use a woman’s holes. She hit save and leaned back, sipping her wine. Within minutes, messages started pouring in. Most were duds, but then one caught her eye.

Joe: Forty, widower. Looking for a shy, open-minded lady over forty. Let’s get to know each other.

Jill smirked. Shy? She wasn’t shy about her desires. She replied, Tell me, Joe—what’s the dirtiest thing you’ve ever done to a woman?

His response came fast. Fingered a girl’s ass while she rode my cock. Made her beg for more.

Jill’s breath hitched. Fuck. She typed back, I want details. And I want to see what you’ve got.

Chapter 2 

For the next week, they sexted like teenagers, their messages getting dirtier by the day. Joe sent her a picture of his thick cock, already leaking at the tip. Jill’s panties were soaked just looking at it. She replied with a pic of herself in lace, her fingers teasing her asshole. I’ve been wearing this all day, just for you.

Joe’s response was instant. You’re a naughty girl. Send me a pic of you playing with that tight hole.

Jill bit her lip, then did as he asked, snapping a photo with her fingers buried inside herself. I need you to fuck it.

Soon. I’ve got something coming for you.

Three days later, a package arrived at Jill’s door. Inside was a small anal plug, sleek and black, with a remote control. From Joe, the note read. Wear it to work tomorrow. Let me see how you take it.

Jill moaned, already rubbing her clit. She slipped the plug inside herself, gasping at the fullness. It wasn’t huge, but it was enough to make her squirm in her office chair all day. She sent Joe a pic, her skirt hiked up, the plug glinting under the office lights.

Fuck, Jill. You’re killing me.

You like that I’m a dirty girl? she teased.

I like that you’re mine.

The words sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn’t take it anymore. It was time to meet.

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Chapter 3 

Jill stood in front of the mirror, her reflection a mix of class and filth. The emerald-green dress hugged her curves, the neckline plunging just enough to tease. But underneath, she wore nothing but the anal plug, her panties stuffed in her purse. She’d shaved herself bare, her pussy lips slick and ready.

Joe was already at the bar when she arrived, his eyes darkening as she approached. He stood, pulling her into a deep kiss that made her knees weak. “You look… fuck, Jill.”

She grinned, sliding onto the stool. “And you look like you’ve been waiting a long time for this.”

He ordered her a drink—a dirty martini, just how she liked it—and within minutes, her inhibitions were melting away. She leaned in, her voice a purr. “I don’t want to sit here and sip. Take me to a room. Now.”

Joe didn’t hesitate. He paid the tab, his hand firm on her lower back as they walked to the elevator. The second the doors closed, he pressed her against the wall, his mouth crashing onto hers. Jill moaned into the kiss, her hips grinding against his thigh.

The hotel room was a blur of clothes and skin. Joe’s hands were everywhere—squeezing her tits, sliding between her thighs, testing the plug with his fingers. “This is mine now,” he growled, yanking it free with a wet pop.

Jill gasped, her ass clenching at the sudden emptiness. “Fuck me, Joe. I need your cock in my ass.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He flipped her onto her stomach, his fingers slicking her hole before pressing the thick head of his cock against it. Jill pushed back, taking him inch by inch, her body burning with the stretch. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Joe groaned, gripping her hips.

The first thrust made her scream. It was rough, relentless, his balls slapping against her clit with every punishing stroke. Jill’s fingers clawed at the sheets, her own arousal dripping down her thighs. “Harder,” she begged. “Fuck my ass like you own it.”

Joe growled, his pace brutal. His cock pistoned in and out, stretching her wider, deeper, until she was a trembling, sobbing mess. “That’s it, take my fucking dick,” he snarled, his fingers digging into her flesh.

Jill came with a broken cry, her pussy gushing as her ass clenched around him. Joe groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. “I’m gonna fill you up,” he grunted, pulling out just in time to shoot ropes of cum over her ass, dripping down her thighs.

They collapsed onto the bed, Jill’s body humming with pleasure. Joe kissed her neck, his voice rough. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Jill smirked, rolling onto her side. “What kind of surprise?”

Before he could answer, a knock at the door made them both freeze.

Joe grinned. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”