I eyed the giant plug sitting on my chair when I entered your office to write this morning. It was not very tall, easily short enough to stay fully inside of me, but so wide, that I did not think I had ever been stretched that far. The base flared in size to your fist, yet even as it tapered at the bottom, it was still wider than I had taken before. I looked up at you and you smiled pleasantly at me, waving me to sit down. I approached my chair, awaiting your instructions, though none were forthcoming. I glanced back at you working at your desk. You did not even look up to acknowledge me. I noticed a small tube of lubrication on my desk, and your intention was quite clear. I sighed (to myself - never so you could hear!) and rubbed the lube between my legs. I then rubbed it liberally all over the plug. It was the widest one I had seen, and I wondered when you had gotten it. I turned around to face you and positioned myself over the plug. I bit my lip as I felt it pressing into me, opening, and stretching me. You looked up, smiling as you watched me.
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