Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 3.1

I’d like to say the hardest part was behind me, but it was buried inside of me and reminded with every bump on the road. But there is so much a girl could take, I’m talking about Natalie, and she wanted her turn for release. As I drifted off from the lack of energy and all the stimulation of the trip, the last thing I remember was being lifted off of Jake’s lap and seeing Natalie take my place.

“Mmmm, fuck yes,” were the last words I heard as I fell asleep.

As I dozed off, I began to dream, and being so oversexed my dreams always ended going in that direction and this one was no different. I was suddenly found myself walking down the street on a bright sunny day. Everyone waved and smiled, it almost felt like I was in a 50’s TV show with how pleasant everyone was being. Even had a man tip his hat to me as if we still did that in this day and age. The first difference I noticed was that my hair felt longer than it usually did and kept getting into my face. So, I quickly stopped in front of a store to look at my reflection in the window to fix it.

In my reflection, my hair was a bit longer, more like Natalie’s than my own usual tomboyish style and like it was perfectly natural I tied in back into a pony tail. That’s when I finally got a good look at the rest of me, which came to a shock as I realized, I wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing with a modest pair of black heels. The strangest part of it all was, that no one was treating me differently, no shock on their expressions what so ever, not a hint of perversion as both men and women looked at me. If I hadn’t known any better by the way everyone was behaving, my state of undress was perfectly natural to them.

I continued to walk around, completely unencumbered by my public nudity. In fact, the longer the dream progressed, the more comfortable I felt, until I got the urge to push the boundaries of what was possible. I walked past a record shop with a cute guy holding the door open, letting a nice old lady walk in. I walked right up to him and he shyly smiled at me, looking at my face and never once straying below my neck, which for a guy seemed odd. Even clothed I would have expected him to check me out in some way, but I guess didn’t question it.

“Hi there,” I said meekly, not very good in the whole talking to guys thing.

“Hi Ms. coming in to buy a record?” he answered, I guess meaning that he worked here.

“Actually, I was hoping you could help me with something.”

“Anything you need that’s within my power, and not illegal,” his smile almost made me melt from how perfect it was.

Acting like it was perfectly normal, I gave him a bright, innocent smile and without missing a beat asked, “can I suck your cock?”

I almost expected his eyes to bulge out of his head, cough as he catches his breathe in shock, silence from not knowing what to say to something so forward and shocking. But instead, like it was perfectly natural, he unzipped his jeans, pulled his cock out right there on the spot and smiled.

“By all means, the customer is always right after all.”

“Why thank you, that’s so kind of you,” as I got down on my knees, now eye level with his hardening member.

If I had really thought about it, this would have seemed just crazy. Here I was, completely naked, in front of a guy I had just met, about to suck his dick on a public side walk and no one seemed bothered at all. Not to mention neither did this guy, not a, hey how about we take this somewhere private, or in an alley or somewhere in the store, just right here, right now without a single care. Also, what was wrong with me that the first thing that came to mind was, let me suck your cock, what could I have possibly been thinking. I was suddenly on autopilot though and I began stroking his cock to get it to its full hardness and then immediately dove in taking it till my nose pressed against his stomach.

“Hi Ms, we’re having a sale currently on classic rock records if you’re interested,” he said a woman passing by.

“We have that Zappa record you were looking for sir, just came back in stock today,” he said to a man that walked into the store oblivious to what I was doing.

No one cared, no one even noticed what I was doing and how I was doing it and although he kept a straight poker face, I could tell by his cock that he was getting close to giving me what I wanted.

Another guy came up from the store, “hey did you want to check the inventory?”

“Yeah sure, in a minute, just helping out a customer here.”

He looked down, noticing me, “oh sorry about that, whenever you are done helping her, come in, it’s getting hot out here.”

“Maybe you’d like to help me out too,” I looked him, hand wrapped around a cock, smiling my innocent smile with a drop of precum glistening on my lips.

“Sure, what can I do for you Ms.?”

“Fuck me,” were the only words I felt I needed to say.

Before I knew it, I was helped up, bent over at the waist and a hard cock was shoved into my pussy. It wasn’t passionate, more clinical, like he was doing exactly what he had said, helping a customer. It was just so surreal, and for a moment it felt like I was watching myself from outside of my body as I was double penetrated by two random, yet cute guys I had just met.