Her eyes widened in pure horror when she saw it.
"Mike… what is that…?" she whispered, voice barely audible, her massive tits rising and falling faster.
"Relax..." I said with a dark smirk. "I just need you to do one thing for me. Put this inside that greedy little pussy of yours."
She stared at the toy like it was going to bite her, shaking her head frantically. "No… Mike, please… I can't wear that… w-w-what if someone find out."
I stepped closer, voice dropping into a low, threatening tone. "If you don't put it in right now, I'll drag you out of this cubicle exactly like this — dress bunched up around your waist, no panties, pussy and ass on full display for the entire mall to see. How does that sound? You want everyone to know see you like this?"
She stood there for a long, agonizing moment, breathing heavily, her thick thighs pressed together, eyes darting between me and the vibrator. Her massive tits heaved in that tight dress, nipples rock hard and clearly visible. Shame, fear, and something darker warred across her flushed face. Finally, with shaking hands, she took the vibrator from me.
She spread her legs a little wider, the heels making her thighs look even thicker and more fuckable. Her hands trembled badly as she slowly pressed the smooth toy against her wet slit.
A soft, broken gasp escaped her lips the moment the tip touched her pussy. She was already soaked — her juices coated the vibrator instantly as she pushed it inside her tight hole, inch by inch, her walls clenching around the invading toy.
She whimpered quietly, biting her lip hard as she worked the full length inside her, her pussy swallowing it completely until just a little of it remain outside along with thin wire was visible. Then she wrapped the waist strap around her hips, securing the small remote control box just above her mound, the wire disappearing between her puffy lips.
The sight was fucking perfect — her dress bunched uselessly around her waist, bare pussy exposed with the vibrator buried deep inside her, black lace panties still pooled around her ankles, thick thighs trembling.
"Good girl." I praised, reaching out to gently pat her flushed cheek. "Now pull your dress back down. We still have a date to enjoy… "
She quickly tugged the dress down over her hips with shaking hands, trying to smooth it, but we both knew the truth — the vibrator was buried deep inside her now, ready to buzz to life at any moment I wanted.
I stepped out of the cubicle first, cool as ever, adjusting my shirt like I hadn't just forced a married MILF to stuff a vibrator up her cunt in a public restroom. MILF M followed a few seconds later, looking completely wrecked already. Her hands were shaking as she bent down quickly to pick up her tiny black lace panties from the floor. She stuffed the damp panties into her small purse without saying a word, cheeks burning crimson, eyes glued to the ground in pure shame.
We walked out of the girls' washroom together. I had my arm wrapped possessively around her waist, hand resting low on her hip like she was my personal property. And she was.
The second we were back in the mall corridor, I couldn't resist. I pulled the small remote out of my pocket, thumb hovering over the power button. It had a simple switch to turn on and off plus levels to crank up the intensity. Perfect for breaking proud housewives like her.
I turned it on at the lowest setting.
"Mmgh—!" MILF M let out a sharp, broken yelp that sounded way more like a moan than she probably wanted. Her whole body jolted hard. Her thick thighs clenched together instantly, knees buckling as the vibrator buzzed deep inside her soaked pussy. She would've collapsed right there in the middle of the mall if I hadn't tightened my arm around her waist and held her up.
"Mike… aah… turn it… turn it off…!" she gasped, voice trembling, barely able to form words. Her massive tits heaved violently in that tight black dress, nipples rock-hard and poking obscenely through the fabric. Her legs shook like a newborn deer, the heels making it even harder for her to stay steady.
"Is it too much already?" I asked with a mocking grin, keeping my voice low so only she could hear. "I thought a horny MILF like you could handle a little buzz."
""Oh god… I can't… it's buzzing inside me… everyone's going to notice…" she gasped, face buried against my shoulder in pure shame, her hips twitching involuntarily against my thigh.
I let her suffer for a few more delicious seconds, feeling her tremble and whimper against me, before finally clicking it off.
"Alright, alright," I chuckled, patting her fat ass. "I was just testing. You'll get used to it. After all, you're going to walk around the entire mall with it inside you like a good little slut."
Her eyes widened in horror. "What…? Mike, no… please, I can't walk like this…"
Her legs were still trembling, thick thighs rubbing together as she tried to adjust to the feeling of the toy lodged deep in her pussy. The sight was pure gold — a respectable housewife, dressed like a high-class whore, trying desperately not to moan in public while a vibrator stretched her cunt.
"Isn't it thrilling though?" I whispered in her ear, squeezing her ass again. "Walking around with my toy buried inside you, knowing I can turn it on whenever I want. Your pussy is going to be dripping down your thighs by the time we're done."
She gulped hard, looking like she might actually cry from embarrassment, but she didn't fight me.
"Don't think too much. Come on, move..." I said, giving her ass a sharp slap that made her jump. The sound was loud enough that a couple of guys nearby turned their heads. I pushed her forward gently, forcing her to start walking again.
To be continued...
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