[F] The day I wore my anal hook to the gas station.

First story. Please be kind. :) I’m 34 years old, 5’6, about 117 lbs. Pics in my profile.

Three days after I put a hook in my ass for the first time, I was ready to wear it out of the house. I had tied it with a rope over my shoulders, almost like a backpack and walked around the house with it on briefly and wanted a bit more excitement. So today I put on a pair of jeans, but kept them around my ankles as I sucked on the end of my hook, getting it juicy to slide in my ass. I licked two fingers and rubbed my asshole before sliding the ball of the hook inside. I moaned as my ass swallowed the hook quickly and I pushed it inside me as deep as I could. It felt so good, the pull of the hook as I moved it around with my hand, getting used to the feeling. I once again used a rope to attach the hook to myself like a backpack. I bent down slowly to pull up my jeans, which actually made the hook feel more comfortable in my shit chute. I stood up and fastened my pants and put on a hoodie as well.

As I walked to get my shoes, I felt extremely sexy having a hook in my ass under my clothes, thinking about all the people I would see that had no idea. Putting my shoes on was the most challenging thing yet, as I wore boots and had to use both hands to pull them on. Since the rope is around my shoulders, that motion pulled on the hook hard and I felt the pull very deep in my ass.

I walked downstairs and got in my car. This way by far the slowest that I had ever gotten in my car. With every twist of my back, the hook moved in my ass, but so far, it felt great. It was actually comfortable sitting down in my car at first, although I did keep my back arched some to relieve some of the pressure. I backed out of my parking spot slowly and started driving out of my apartment complex. Right when I got by the entrance, I locked eyes with a middle aged man walking his dog. I thought about how he had no idea how dirty I was being at that particular moment and I took a second to squeeze my asshole tight on the hook and shrug my shoulders to feel that pull as his eyes were on me. It felt so sexy.

As I drove to the gas station, two things crossed my mind. The bumps in the road didn’t bother me nearly as bad as I thought they would and this would be the worst time ever to be in my first car accident. I pushed that out of my mind quickly as I drove the 2 miles to the gas station.

By the time I got to the gas station, the hook still felt great in my asshole. It was pulling in all the right spots and I felt like a dirty little slut; no one around knowing what I have going on under my clothes. I parked and very slowly got out of my car. As I was moving my legs out of the car and standing, the hook moved in my ass and made me even hornier and more excited to try to have a conversation with someone while I was wearing it. The gas station was packed. I never saw it so full. There were ten people in line when I got there and thought it was a perfect day for this escapade.

I got a drink and walked to the candy isle, which was where the end of the line was to check out. I was looking around for someone to have a conversation with when a youngish guy that looked in his late twenties came into the aisle behind me. He was wearing a white shirt and white pants, so I’m sure he was a painter of some sort. He was looking at some of the candy, so I took the opportunity to bend down with my ass pointed at him and grab a piece of candy from the bottom shelf. I peaked back at him and I noticed him glance in my direction. I was really hoping he was staring at my ass and maybe saw part of the shiny hook between my pants and hoodie. The hook felt so good in my ass that when I stood up, I squeezed my asshole on it and then reached around with my hand and pulled up on the long end of it, making it go deeper in my ass.

After about 20 seconds, I felt a presence behind me and the guy in the aisle was now bent down looking at candy with his face right next to my ass. I felt so sexy. He was so close to the hook buried inside me. I turned my head toward him and he was looking at M&Ms. There were so many different varieties, I couldn’t help myself and I said, “The peanut butter ones are the best.” He looked up at me and smiled. He grabbed the peanut butter variety and said, “Thanks, I was just thinking the same thing”, before standing up and leaving the aisle to look at chips. I should have said something after that like, “I’m hooked on them,” as I pulled up my hoodie to scratch my back, but those dirty things rarely come to me at the right times. Regardless, having even a short conversation with a man at a gas station while I was wearing an anal hook was probably one of the most daring things I have done. My pussy was drenched and I was so turned on.

I stood in line for a few more minutes and moved my shoulders around a bit to feel the tug in my ass, paid for my drink and candy, and walked back to the car. The longer this encounter was going on, the deeper the pull I felt inside my ass. It was starting to be more intense of a feeling with every passing second. My ass was getting sore. It had been about 20 minutes since I put the hook in at my apartment. I liked that it was starting to hurt some. I got into my car even slower than the last time and took a second to stop and catch my breath. I didn’t realize that the feeling was getting so intense that it was changing my breathing. I pulled out of the gas station and got back on the road. I really wanted to stop at Target for eggos, but I didn’t think I could handle going into the store and spending so much more time with the hook in my ass. Each bump in the road made my ass hurt more. I was getting very sore. I loved it, but I was ready for relief. As I made the 7 minute drive to target, I thought squeezing my ass might give me some relief. Turns out, it did the opposite. That actually turned me on more, so knowing that I was about to take the hook out, I pulsed my asshole on the hook a few times. I wanted my ass to feel sore for the rest of the day.

I pulled into a parking spot near the back of the Target lot and reached behind my back to start untying the rope from the hook. These last few movements of the hook in my ass made my pussy even wetter. I got the rope off and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. I was ready to take the hook out, but I knew it was going to pull on my sore ass and give me the last bit of intensity mixed with a little pain. The perfect combination. As I pulled on the hook, coaxing it out of my ass, I pushed out with my little asshole and said fuckkkkkk softly out loud. Then I heard the sexiest slurrrrrrrp noise as it disengaged from my ass. I felt a huge relief flood my body and my ass as all of the pressure went away. My ass was left very sore and I had the biggest sexiest grin on my face. I reached down to feel my pussy and I was soaked. 10/10 I would do it again. Hopefully with a longer trip next time. Oh, and of course I immediately sucked on the end of the hook that was in my ass after I took it out. I am a dirty little slut after all.

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