Maggie Experiences Reality Ch. 1

[First chapter of a new book, a book that is mostly non-fictional, I mean it's the best to my knowledge of what happened or things in my head. I'll start writing about other experiences as well, but this is the first that inspired this new book.]

Now, this isn’t the first real experience I ever had, and it probably won’t be the last, hoping that I don’t become a nun and swear off sexual experiences for the rest of my life. Also, I may have to write about the others at some point, but this is the first experience that drew me to start writing about real life events versus the fictional events I have been writing about thus far.

I guess like any new book series, I should probably describe myself for those that haven’t been reading my stories so far and have no idea who I am. My name is Maggie Hill, I’m now 21, although I originally started writing when I was 18. I wrote stories about losing my virginity in a glory hole in Georgia where I had to prove myself to the manager, get stripped just inside the door of the adult video store, blindfolded and tied up in a booth and everything that happens thus after on this amazing post-graduation vacation visiting my sister and fulfilling a yearlong fantasy of losing my virginity to a bunch of faceless strangers. The rest of the books was the imaginary, slutty mental journey that I have and am still taking every day I add to my writing which is currently half way through book 5’s Maggie’s Slutty Journey.

This series spun off from her wet dreams series where she had met a fantasy of a jogger, who actually did exist in real life and then got the guts to meet in real life where she clumsily seduced him and ended up hooking up with him in a public park bathroom. After running into him again and writing the truth, followed by another fantasy, this is the aftermath of a fantasy becoming real and me telling the tale.

Well, like I said before for all you newbies, my name is Maggie Hill. I’m a tall girl of 5’3” and I keep pretty in shape, especially lately when I had a scare that some said I was really “filling out” lately and by that I was worried they meant getting fat. I do jog almost every other day when I have the time that work isn’t trying to kill me. My breasts as most think about but few know about are 32B, just a handful, no more, no less but on a tiny frame like mine seem much bigger than they are. I’m lucky enough to get my bubbly butt from my mother or maybe my father, who knows they both have fine butts. My long slender legs helped me in running but to those who have grown up around me, I may as well have been a board of wood. Being a tomboy with my short hair and lack of makeup, I would wear thick comfy hoodies, band or surf shirts along with my favorite cargo shorts. A style choice that has made most not only think I was a boy but a young one at that and now that we’ve recapped how Bruce Wayne became Batman for the 5th time, now time for the juicy parts.

So, this man who was the second cock I ever sucked in my life and was the first man to ever orally please me [Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 4] had been originally visiting his parents who live in town and then, as soon as he came, left, both in our fun and in town, like I said, read the chapter. Anyways, recently, I ran into him, I mean I saw him jogging still but was now too nervous or bashful to yell out to a guy who saw me naked, came in my mouth and tasted my pussy as dumb as that sounds, but I was. Yeah, truth be told, I was sitting in Starbucks one day, studying for an online exam when he walks in. I would like to say he walked in, saw me, pulled me into the bathroom and ate me to a mind-blowing orgasm, however, reality is much different. He walks in with his wife and two kids and takes a table across from me.

Lots of awkward looks ensue and for some reason out of jealousy, I tease him by taking off my hoodie and teasing my braless boobs smiling at him every time glances over. That was until I couldn’t take my teasing anymore and walked into the bathroom to get myself off which was interrupted by, guess who, him, because his daughter needed to use the bathroom. I did get to tease him one last time and brush my chest over his arm as I squeezed past to get back to my table, however I was super horny and needed to leave to take care of that.

A couple of days later we ended up running into each other again, he was out for his usual morning jog and I was out getting the mail because my new phone case had gotten there the previous night and I was too lazy to go out and get it. It started out a little awkward, I was, well, too excited, nervous and a bit light headed to remember everything but it went something along the lines of.

“Hi again, long time no see.”

“Oh, wow, hi there, Maggie right?”

“Yeah, um, yeah.”

“Wow this is awkward, I’m really sorry, I should have never let what happened happen, I just got carried away and,” I interrupted him.

“You mean letting me take advantage of you and all of that stuff that you regret.”

“No, no, I don’t regret it, I mean it wasn’t bad, I mean we shouldn’t have.”

I really enjoyed watching him freak out, trying to find the right thing to say although sometimes I did feel a little bad when he made it sound like something that should have never happened. I mean I get it; he’s married and I’m probably half his age, but it was fun and oh so pleasurable and I couldn’t help but think about what drew me to him in the first place and which is where my eyes went seeing his hard cock in his running shorts and how horny it made me to actually go out and grab it and I was biting my lip and getting so wet at the thought while he was fumbling with what to say.

That however ended quickly when I said, “so what are you in town for this time around.”

I could almost see the relief in his face to change the subject, “my parents are selling their place, just it’s a seller’s market and places around them are selling for double that they paid for theirs and they want to find someplace a bit bigger for us to visit and the kids to stay at if they wanted to come down and go to Disney.”

Eventually we started talking like normal people having a conversation, maybe my job just got me good at that, instead of being the socially awkward little girl I used to be having to talk to strangers on a day-to-day basis. There were a few times though that I thought he was checking me out, remembering how I looked completely naked under my clothes or at least I had hoped that was what he was thinking. I honestly wasn’t paying attention to the rest and kept responding with the usual oh ok, that’s cool, oh alright responses I give when I zone out.

Then he said, “my wife and kids are heading home today actually and I’ll be around a few more days to help with what I can before I have to get back to work myself.”

At that moment, I wasn’t really sure what came over me, like oh my god, he’s going to be along, here’s my chance. Although what I probably should have been thinking was, he’s a married man with kids, I shouldn’t be doing this, he’s off limits.

I ended up looking down at his cock, bit my lip and asked, “so are you doing anything tonight?”

Maybe it was the look on my face, the way I was biting my lip or for the first time teasing my hair like I was a little school girl or how obvious I must have been that I was looking at his dick because he shockingly said, “I should be free later tonight and I haven’t been sleeping lately so I tend to go for walks around downtown.”

“Meet you outside of Starbucks around…midnight?”

“Sure, walk around together?”

“Something like that,” I walked back to my house before I said something to change his mind or my parents saw me talking to a man old enough to be my father and yeah, I tripped walking back in which is natural for me, “I’ll see you tonight.”

The rest of the day, on one of the few days off I had, I was mostly on Fetlife, talking to people, seeking attention and eventually talking to a few people about tonight. It got me going on ideas of how I wanted to dress and what I wanted to do and finally decided that I was going to wear a hoodie and sandals and nothing else, walk over to see him and even shave my pussy bare because of how badly I wanted him to go down on me again. I wasn’t going to give up my virginity, that was a given but maybe if he wanted to fuck my ass, that seemed like an idea the hornier I got thinking about it.

When I was getting closer to midnight, I had been talking to LordDean. If the thought of what was going to happen next hadn’t had me turned on enough and I had held off masturbating all day, opening up and being honest about it with someone multiplied my arousal. Even worse was sending message on my phone on Fetlife while walking there and then sitting down outside waiting for him. I even thought with it being so dead around and everyone sleeping and all the stores closed how exciting it would have been to take off my hoodie even just for a moment while I waited, or even waiting for him completely naked hoping no one would catch me.

Even though against his advice saying I should wait to see what he wanted first before any sexual acts, I was about to expose myself and had it up around my waist as he came from the hidden side and like a child caught in the act, I pulled my hoodie back down and sat down to make it look like I had been sitting here waiting the whole time. He came up to me and seemed super excited saying hi, trying not to act awkward at all but kept staring at my legs thinking I didn’t notice. I guess what I didn’t notice was the rough texture of the chair grabbed the material and hiked it up just enough to show a lot of leg. So much so that he must have been wondering what shorts I was wearing with my hoodie.

“Hey, so I know the perfect path we could walk down,” I stood up, pulling the hoodie down so as to not show something just yet.

I mean this man had seen me naked and had his head between my legs, but for some reason I felt bashful. Maybe it was because he had just seen me the once or so much time had gone between that time and now that it felt new again, but I knew I was blushing for sure and felt slightly light headed at everything I was thinking. Also, his height was somewhat intimidating and the age difference made me feel like a naive child in comparison.

There was a path around the lake and back that led to the other community, it was a wooden bridge, it got dark and a little scary at night and had some lights on its path but had some places where they went out because the bulbs hadn’t been replaced in a long time. There was one place in particular I wanted to take him and I couldn’t get him there fast enough, not just because I was turned on but because there was just this really awkward silence as we walked. I was starting to feel like a prostitute that couldn’t strike up conversation.

“So, are you done with school?”

“Almost done with my second semester and have some exams coming up, but it’s all pretty easy because it’s just first year typical stuff.”

Now I really felt like a child, he started bringing up school, still living with my parents waiting to move out to a dorm and how I was working now at one of the local tourist areas. Then again, the real awkwardness was at times when our hands would touch and neither of us knew whether the other wanted to hold hands or not. When we finally got to the path, we took a turn and started down the wooden bridge that was over a lot of swamp area, something very contrasting to the rest of the town. As it got darker and we got further away from the downtown area, I felt my heart start to skip beats and could feel my face flushed with anxiety and excitement.

“Wow, never walked down this path before.”

“Really? I used to run through here all the time, except at night, it can pretty dark and scary though.”

Even though it was dark, I guess he could see the redness in my cheeks, “you look a little warm, you know you don’t have to be shy and wear that hoodie all the time, you have a great body, you shouldn’t hide it so much.”

I wasn’t sure if he was being concerned or teasing me knowing that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, I only assumed that he was being nice and trying to flirt, I mean who else would come out here practically naked for someone that was a near stranger.

“Oh, I’ll take it off, let me just show you something first.”

We had reached our destination, it was a little boxed off area, probably for observation, not really sure, but there were no lights in it but lights that led to it if that made any sense, so basically with the light it would make the eyes adjust so you couldn’t see the dark area behind it. I could basically walk in and it would look like I vanished, and yet when you looked out, you could easily see people walking by as they were oblivious to you being there. I had gone there a few times before, not naked, nothing daring, but had fantasies about coming here and doing something one night.

“Wait right here, I want to show you something cool,” I walked into the area just far enough and turned around, he was as clear as day to me and part of me felt disappointed thinking he could see me clearly as well, “can you see me?”

“Uh, no actually, it’s super dark, what are you taking me to, a magical world?”

“Can you really not see me or are you just playing with me?”

“Really! I can’t see you!”

I took my hoodie up and over my head holding it in my right hand, my heart beating so hard I thought I was going to pass out or have a heart attack, “still can’t?”

“Honestly, I can hear you, but can’t see you, it’s a little weird.”

I tossed my hoodie at him and he looked completely off guard and dropped it, obviously proving a point or that he was a really bad catch. I could have called him over but I had a better idea for a reveal, something to get my excitement and arousal flowing even more, although let me say, I was dripping wet all day and practically leaking down my leg from the moment I started walking to see him, I was surprised he couldn’t smell me a mile away. I put one arm over my breasts and a hand over my pussy as I walked up to him and back in the light but as I came closer, I felt like covering myself like that would make him feel like I was ashamed or embarrassed and didn’t want him feeling the same way. I came just enough in the light for him to catch a glimpse but just barely lit to make him wonder what he was seeing, or that was the hope at least.

“If you trust me, come follow me,” I said backing up back into the dark.

He must have been standing there for too long, used to the light and taking time to adjust to the dark, his hands out looking for me like a blindman. Being able to see I came up to him between his arms and thinking he just ran into me, stopped and put his arms around me and that’s when he knew for sure, I was at least topless at the moment. That’s when I reached up and pulled his head down towards me and started kissing him passionately, slipping my tongue into his mouth, swirling mine around his, his hands on my bare back slowly lowering almost cautiously. That’s when I started to undo his shorts and reached inside to touch his cock, I was disappointed that he was actually wearing underwear and they were briefs of all things. I took grasp of his cock and walked him over to the rail, spinning him around with his back up against it and pulled down his shorts and underwear down to his knees.

I didn’t hesitate, no teasing, I’ve been wanting this for months and didn’t think I would have this chance ever again and immediately started sucking on it with my hand in front of my mouth using it to stroke it as I bobbed my head up and down on his long, thick cock.

“God your mouth is so good, I missed you sucking my cock so much.”

I did my best to deepthroat it and forced it down my throat as far as I could, but gagged a little as I took it all, it had been so long since I had it and hadn’t had one since. His groans giving me all the approval and confidence I needed that I was giving him a great blow job.

After a few minutes I let him out of my mouth still stroking his cock, “I miss you the feeling of you fucking my mouth, you shoving this big cock down my throat and using me like the little slut I am, mmmm, please sir, fuck this little slut’s mouth and cum down her throat.”

I had been masturbating for months thinking of the things I would have changed when we had first hooked up that day, the things I would have said, things I wanted to do and although he face fucked me the first time, I would say this time and time again when I thought of it after. I loved the feeling, the feeling of him using me, the slight pain as he shoved it down my throat grabbing my hair and treating me like a slut and now, I had the chance to feel it all and turn fantasy into reality.

As if he was reading my mind or maybe he had similar fantasies and would masturbate to the experience we once had, he put his hands around the back of my head, his fingers familiarly intertwined in my hair and pulled his cock out till just the tip was in my mouth. I licked the head and ran the tip of my tongue throat the slit remembering how sensitive it was and like a green light for saying go, he shoved it all the way and down my throat in one hard, merciless thrust.

This time I started groping my boobs with one hand and rubbing my pussy with the other, moaning as he fucked my mouth, eyes closed as he used me, picturing the whole scene in my head and occasionally looking up to watch the expression on his face. It was easier with my eyes closed because I wouldn’t feel as disoriented until he held my head in place and then pull out half way and thrust back in. That’s until he shoved it completely down my throat and stopped and looked up.

I moaned for a second still touching myself, “shhh, someone is coming, quiet.”

I couldn’t really see anything, he was facing towards the path and even if I was all I could see was cock, pubic hair and muscular abs. Although the thought of getting caught was really scary, that I was not only naked, with a guy’s dick down my throat, twice my age who was also married and everyone in town would have found out the next day and my parents would have thrown me out and disowned me. I was turned on beyond belief at the risk of getting caught, I thought my shaking and muscles clenching was out of fear but I realized I had only felt like this the few times where I feared risk, or wrote my first stories and was so turned on that my whole body felt like a raw sexual nerve.

I really wanted to pull back, I mean I could just barely breathe with him down my throat, but he held me firmly in place as I heard the steps walk by in a jogging stride and as quickly as they came, they left. I had this strange feeling as scared as he was, with his cock twitching in my throat, he was just as turned on. But felt his tension relief when he felt he was no longer in danger of getting caught, I mean we were both in the same predicament, but in his case divorce and a really bad reputation was probably around the corner if he had gotten caught. Although I think he was still in his head after the near exposed experience and had to tap his leg a few times to remind him that I was still down here and his cock was cutting off most of my air supply and hurting my throat.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, I really thought we were fucked when that lady came jogging by,” were his words as he pulled his cock out of my mouth and hit a few places in my throat that made me cough as he pulled out completely.

“That’s one of the things that turns me on the most,” now mind you this shocked me, I mean I’ve talked to people online but the only other person I had tried to talk about this with in person, freaked out, wrote me off as high and never wanted to speak of it again.

The thing is as I’ve learned throughout talking to people, all of my writing and fantasies is, it all has to do with fucking my mind. Yes, I get turned on when I’m touched, and yes, I orgasm when I masturbate, but I don’t have the truly amazing ones unless my mind is exposed, my limits are tested and pushed and the scenarios push my mind into dark, emotional rollercoasters of places and when he asked me what I meant by that, that’s exactly how I explained it to him. I had, for the first time in my life, come out about my desires to a human being that wasn’t on a computer and the hornier I got, the more I told him and like a horny loop, the more I said the hornier I got as the more we talked.

Eventually just telling him wasn’t enough and he sat down on the wood floor with me on his lap and started playing with my body, teasing my nipples, rubbing my clit, nibbling on my neck and ear which just drove me wild as I told him about all my dirty secrets, the books I’d written, how I wrote about my fantasies of him and things to this day nobody knows about. The hottest part was when two guys about my age walked by and didn’t even realize they were feet away from a girl they may know or have seen around town who was naked and having her pussy rubbed and completely exposed and if they had walked into that little area, would have seen everything. I was so horny that a part of me wanted them to see, to have them join in, do whatever they wanted to keep the quiet.

He eventually couldn’t take it anymore and told me one thing he really loved and that’s that he really loved to eat pussy. The only problem was that after his wife had had their kids, she for some reason didn’t really let him anymore, something about that being the place where their kids came from and not being sexy anymore and that’s why he so passionately went down on me that time in the bathroom and he was craving it ever since.

He sat me on the rail and for a second, I panicked thinking I was about to fall in a swamp with God knows what in it, or break my neck, but the rail was thick enough for me to sit on safely and he held firmly onto me until he bent over again, putting my legs over his shoulders and lapped at my pussy like a man starved for food. I can’t lie, I loved every second of it as he explored all of me inside and out with his tongue and I did my best to conceal my first orgasm because I greedily didn’t want him to stop, but the dominoes, the rest of my orgasms came one after another after another.

“Oh god fuck me, fuck my ass, god fuck my ass,” I had thought about him fucking me before, masturbated to countless fantasies, but I didn’t want to give him my pussy just yet, I felt like I still wanted something special for when I lost that, I did however have a surprise for him in case this did happen.

I was surprised he didn’t notice it though, maybe it was all the passion or he was just too much of a gentleman to say something just yet, but I had a butt plug in me covered in lube with a big blue jewel on the outside and when I stood back up, I guided his hand to it.

“Surprise, you get to open up your present,” not sure if that made any sense, I will remember that always as the stupidly embarrassing thing I said and, in the moment, I hope he got it.

He was very gentle and slow when he pulled it out and I held onto the rail and bit my lip for dear life, I didn’t want him to think I was in pain out of fear that he would stop and it embarrassingly came out with a pop that I swore made him giggle. I bent over to my hoodie and got the small bottle of lube out.

“This is going to be a little cold,” I poured a bunch all over his cock and stroked it up and down coating the whole thing and he turned me around and put it all over my asshole, and onto his finger that he pushed inside of me which felt weird, but good, but cold as well and slimy which is usually not a feeling I like.

The next step was a little complicated and hopefully I describe it right, he eventually got it, but thankfully with his strong arms and will, he let me live out a fantasy I’ve been masturbating to for a long time.

“I want you to put your big cock in my ass and lift me up with your arms under my legs and my pussy spread wide facing the walkway, I want the feeling that I could be exposed at any moment and someone would see all of me, used like the slut I am by you.”

He really didn’t need any convincing after that. We started with me bent over and my hands on the rail, I wasn’t even sure if I could handle that giant cock, let alone everything I asked for, I mean my butt was still virgin and the largest thing I had was that butt plug I had tried a hand full of times and never understood why anal was so great. Even with all the lube I had to grit my teeth when he first entered, I swear he was pushing a small baseball bat into my ass and after he put the tip in, he stopped there till I was able to cope with the intrusion. About half way in he told me to lean back and I really thought I was going to break his cock in two but then one arm came under one leg and as I balanced like a clumsy flamingo, his other arm came under the other and I was lifted up, spread as he turned around and even though in my head, I could see the path and knew anyone looking in our direction probably couldn’t see us, I felt completely exposed. My face, my breasts, my legs spread opening up my pussy in a way that I felt someone could see right into me and obviously showing his cock was up my butt.

He lowered me though till my ass went right up against his abs, it wasn’t slow either, like sliding down a pole he was halfway in me one second and completely in me the next, “jesus fucking christ,” my mom would have slapped the hell out of me if she had heard me say that.

“Do you want us to get caught,” he said have stern half-jokingly with a slight laugh to his comment.

“You’re huge and you’re the first guy who ever stuck his dick in my ass, sorry.”

“You love it don’t you?”

Something was very different, it did hurt a lot and he was stretching me so much, but it somehow felt good at the exact same time in a way I never felt before, he was hitting places I didn’t know existed and if I just relaxed myself it started to hurt less and feel even better.

“Mhmmm,” was all I could manage to say, there was something very embarrassing about admitting to liking a dick in my ass.

He somehow held me into place and he slowly pulled out and then slowly pushed back into me, taking it gently at first, the pleasure intensifying as he did and for a moment, I thought I could feel him stimulating my pussy as well. As he felt I was getting more able to handle his cock he would get a little bit faster and fuck a little bit harder and the pleasure started to shadow the pain.

Bark! Bark!

We heard a dog behind us in the distance, so he turned us around towards the noise and even with all the trees we could see in the distance a man walking his dog that suddenly started barking as another man with his dog passed by. I didn’t know from their direction if they could see us, in this position see me, for the first time that night I was truly worried about exposure. The fucking started again although it was strange watching some stranger walk his dog not knowing that I was watching, naked, losing my anal virginity. He sat me up on the railing, taking the weight off of his arms, but I kept my legs spread.

“Spread your pussy open with your fingers,” he whispered in my ear.

I did as he told me without question, spreading my pussy wide, I could feel myself practically leaking, the wind around me hitting my insides, my clit, I was still so sensitive from his pussy eating that my clit felt like he was eating me out again or at least that’s what I wanted to feel and I couldn’t help but close my eyes and moan.

“Hmmm, he stopped, maybe he noticed us,” when I tried to look down, he put a hand over my eyes, “the little slut likes fear, exposure, she writes about it, but now it’s time to experience it or are you just all talk?”

“I don’t know.”

“Rub your pussy, tell me when your horniness makes you too honest for your own good.”

I reached down with my other hand and started playing with my clit, but it was still so sensitive I couldn’t help but be gentle with it, his tongue really did a number on me.

My breathing was hard, my moaning uncontrollable, I couldn’t see but in my mind the guy was standing right in front of me watching, a third man to ever see me in such an intimate, vulnerable state.

“So are you all talk?”

“No,” I said meekly, I wasn’t sure what a yes answer was going to get me and I worried whether or not this other stranger could see me or this was just him trying to mess with my head.

“Rub harder, faster, you know exactly how I want you to do it.”

“I’m still sensitive from before, I don’t think I can handle it.”

“Let me lend you a hand then.”

His other hand found mine and grabbed it, he forced my fingers to just barely penetrate my pussy, something I had never done before, he didn’t push them in, just enough that I played with the surface. I was so wet that I could hear the embarrassing sloshing of my pussy, his rough, hairy thumb rubbing against my clit, his cock thrusting just a little in and out with his rough treatment of my hand, this was the closest to feeling double penetrated for me.

“So, are you just all talk?” he stuck his tongue into my ear after he asked.

“No, I’m not, mmmm, would I be, all talk, and let you fuck me, and finger me, expose me.”

“You’re not exposed yet, my hand is like a mask, let’s test your resolve, I’m going to take my hand away and you will keep your eyes closed.”

“Yes Sir.”

Him removing his hand almost felt like he had just removed my hoodie in front of people, I felt more naked now that I had been naked moments ago.

“For all you know, he knows you, he could be a teacher, or someone you go to church with, a friend of your parents, a parent to one of your friends.”

The more he said the more people I pictured in front of me in the darkness watching, he was doing the one thing that I never believed anyone could do, he was not just fucking my ass but my mind as well.

“Don’t be rude, you should wave.”

“Wave? Why should I wave? What’s going on?”

“For the pictures or video, he’s taking on his phone.”

I opened my eyes and immediately put my hand over my breasts and pussy and looked down to see no one in sight, he had been playing with me the whole time, but the shock of being so exposed sent my arousal to a whole new level. I had streaked before, masturbated in front of my window, had close calls, been exposed only once in my life, but feeling like I had been again nearly made me orgasm out of fear alone.

“Oh, don’t worry little girl, you won’t be exposed yet.”

He lifted me off of the rail and back down and for the first time that night we had a very close call, as he lifted me up his cock slipped out and puling me down the tip grazed my pussy lips almost penetrating me, in a mistake of an instant, I had almost lost my cherry.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for that,” he apologized at something that almost happened but didn’t.

I shuddered at the thought more aroused than anything else at the possibility, I didn’t want to lose it just yet but the idea I almost had sent shivers through my body.

“It’s ok, let’s me finish, lay down.”

He laid down, using my hoodie like a pillow, I straddled him, facing away and lowered myself onto his cock letting it go up my ass once again. I spread my legs at the same time and began riding him and once I got used to it enough started to rub my clit as well, I wanted an orgasm so massive that all others I had before in my life would fail in comparison. I didn’t care how loud I got, there was no one out this late and even though he probably worried that my noises may draw attention, it was a risk he was willing to take for me. I mean I didn’t know for sure, I’m not a mind reader, but in my head, I hoped that was what he was thinking or more realistically I was a really crazy slut about to get us both thrown in jail for indecent exposure.

“Fill me, cum in me, please,” I begged, my body didn’t want to orgasm until he came inside me, I had a bad habit of edging myself for crazy reasons and this time was no different.

I rode him for all I was worth, I couldn’t tell what was starting to hurt more, my ass, my thighs or my sensitive pussy, but I was going to get him to cum in me.

“Mmmm, you want to fuck my slutty little pussy don’t you, or maybe you want to watch me get fucked by a bunch of guys,” I could feel him tense, but I wasn’t sure if my words were working.

“Am I a slut?”

“Mmmm, yes you are.”

“You love fucking my slutty little body.”

“And you love toying with me and pushing my kinky little fantasies, it makes you feel like such a strong,” I emphasized squeezing his cock with my ass, “big,” driving down hard on him “man.”

“Yes!”

“You turn me on so much, you fucked me in ways you never knew possible, that I never thought someone could,” I spun around, his cock in my ass still and pulled him up towards me and kissed him passionately, moaning into his mouth. Riding him still, my hand between us frantically rubbing my pussy. He gripped the back of my head and grunted loudly, my lips and mouth muffling him as I felt him spurt his cum into me over and over again like molten hot liquid coating my insides and I started cumming as well screaming into his mouth.

When we finally separated our mouths, he ordered me to get on my knees and bend over and of course I complied, he hadn’t ordered me to do anything I was against yet, so why should I have stopped now. I looked behind to watch him pick up the plug I brought, wipe it off with his shirt and apply some lube on it before pushing it back into my ass.

“A slut like you probably wants a to go box, doesn’t she?”

I blushed that his cum was no sealed in my ass but it did go a long with a request from one of my patreons who wanted to see it leaking out of me in a picture when I got home.

“My hoodie please good sir,” my voice now playful instead of submissive, it’s just something I do when I feel, shy again.

“Hmmm, about that, how about one last bit of fun before we finish the night.”

“Fucking me in the ass, exposing me and cumming inside of me not enough for you?”

“Let’s be honest, it’s not enough or you.”

I think the look on my face was somewhere between what the fuck and I just got slapped and am in shock.

“So, um, what did you have in mind?”

“Oh simple, you’re going to wait here, I’m going to go back to Starbucks with your hoodie and sandals, and you’re going to come get it before I leave.”

“Wait, how long are you going to stay, how long do I have to stay?!?!”

“Count to 100, tease your pussy while you do and think of your cum filled ass, then come find me, that’s c-o-m-e not c-u-m slut, just don’t keep me waiting for too long.”

Shit, I had streaked before, which was another story, but not so openly downtown, there was the hotel and apartments over the businesses and probably people still out and yet I was getting so turned on thinking about it that I didn’t even realize I had started playing with my pussy again. No, I need to think, I need to count, then think and, mmmm, I’m going to cum again before I even reach 50. It took all my will power not to because my legs were wobbly enough as it was and my mind a fog of lust, I needed to think or get exposed. The short way would be quicker but it’s by the hotel and people there may still be awake so I may get seen and can’t have that.

If I go the long way, the stores are closed, there are apartments, but they are higher up and I can hide if I stay close to the stores but he may be gone by the time I got there. I decided I couldn’t hesitate anymore and went for it. I couldn’t run, my legs were too far gone at the moment but could just a modest jog going the long way. I felt like I was making too much noise as my bare feet slapped against the wood and every sound in the area made me jump and cover myself. The sad part was every time I did, I wanted to start playing with my breasts and pussy again but knew I couldn’t do that. The butt plug holding his cum inside of me wasn’t helping either and the constant rubbing as I jogged just reminded me of how much of a real slut I was becoming.

When I got back to the lake, I really started feeling exposed, this was the part where there really wasn’t much to hide behind, a bench maybe, but other than that, open exposed area that I just had to get through as quickly as possible. I decided on the long way since I saw so many lights in the hotel still on and made my way to the lakeside area, it was dark and further away from the main street downtown so I felt a bit at ease.

From there I went even further out of my way to the parking lot back behind the restaurants and old movie theater to get down a hallway instead of openly by the street. Crossing the street downtown to the other side was a big worry of mine but it ended up being not as exposing as I thought it would be, probably would have been a great picture but not with my face and nakedness in it for all to see. There was a building between me and Starbucks that housed a lot of offices on each floor and the first was always kept open at all hours to allow them access, so for the first time I felt a bit concealed being inside, that’s when I realized my biggest problem.

The bar, the tavern, I hadn’t brought a watch, I had no idea what time it was, even if they were close, they may have had people cleaning up or closing up for all I knew. I stepped outside and got closer to the bar, saw inside and no lights were on, the place was closed and deserted, a stroke of good luck. I was about to move when a car drove past, thankfully I was behind a bench when it did and don’t think the driver saw me. I knew at this point I couldn’t wait any longer and once it made the turn I ran back into the front area where we met, except, he wasn’t there.

After a momentary panic attack thinking I was about to have to make a 30-minute walk home completely naked, there was my hoodie and sandals on the seat where we met. I picked them up, quickly put them on, there was a piece of paper in the pocket with his phone number, and a message saying, maybe we’ll have some more fun before I leave.

The walk home took a little longer because I was exhausted, my legs sore especially my thighs and the butt plug was starting to rub in the wrong areas, but to be honest at that point, this late at night my hoodie felt like shelter enough covering me. I snuck back in through my window, put a towel on my bed and gently pulled out the plug which started leaking the moment it came out so I had to take a pic quickly as requested. A quick shower and trying my best to expel his cum out of my ass, I put on my usual PJs, the ones he had first seen me in and started writing this while it was all still fresh in my head. Maybe I will text him before he leaves, who knows if I’ll ever see him again.