Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 3

[Hey guys, this seemed to be a good way to vent some stress, an addition to my wet dream series, hopefully you like it and enjoy it. Also get turned on as much as I did writing it and imagining it really happening to me.]

Consider this dream happening in the future on my 21stbirthday, which is January 31, 2022. I’ve always had a fantasy like this in the past and finally decided it to put it on paper…word processor…computer…well you get the idea. Anyways, enjoy this dirty little dream of mine and mark my birthday on your calendar’s, if anything, to wish me a happy dirty birthday.

I like to tell you that coming to this bar on my 21stbirthday was my idea. I mean it’s pretty cliché, 21 years old and got to have your very first legal drink to celebrate your birthday, but this was actually a task given to me. By whom, we’ll just call him, Mr. G (throwback to a porn I used to watch all of the time). The bar was far from home in Lakeland, far enough away in the hopes that no one would know who I was in case something reputation ruining would happen. As long as I live at home, I’m not doing anything to jeopardize my living situation or relationship with my parents. Anyways Mr. G. decided to give me a present, with a task to go with it.

A box showed up one day, it was plain so not to raise suspicions of my parents and with how good I am at home and how well I concealed my true desires, my parents never suspected anything of me. In their eyes, with the money I’ve been making from my new job, it may as well have been more nerdy stuff or boy clothes which my mother hated and that all worked for me. The less they knew about the true me, the better.

Anyways, inside the box was a small, strapless black cocktail dress with a zipper that went from top to bottom holding it all together. Six-inch platform shoes of matching color and a feeling of matching zipper as well that kept the shoes on. A small black purse with a note tied to the zipper saying, that only the chosen may open. To my surprise there was nothing else in the box except a note written in fine calligraphy, as if it were an invitation. The note read an address of a bar that I was supposed to go to and instructions.

“Go to this bar the night of your birthday, wear exactly what’s in the box and nothing else. When you arrive pick a nice-looking man to your liking, tell him it’s your birthday and ask if you may have a seat. The seat will be on his lap, hopefully he is nice enough to buy you a drink for your birthday, if he is, you shall use him for your task. Let him know that you aren’t wearing any underwear, at all and he may have already figured out that you weren’t wearing a bra, but your panties he can only use one tool at his discretion, the tool. If he doesn’t understand, give him a hand and show him there is nothing but air between the two of you. If he penetrates you, you are bound to him till he decides otherwise. Also, hand him your purse and don’t forget my princess, have a happy birthday.”

The note was signed Mr. G. Just reading the note made my mouth gape open and my hands shake, from both fear and excitement. I mean, I’m pretty from what I learned, I have a decent body, thin from running with B-cup breasts that were just enough for a handful and a great ass from what my friend Natalie had told me. Although it was a body, I tended to hide from everyone around me, curse of being a tomboy raised in a very conservative house. The night wouldn’t arrive for three days and I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t try any of it on till the night of or open the purse as instructed. I wanted to be surprised at the fit and go through with it no matter how it covered me. You could say the fantasies I had before the night could possibly be even more intense that what may actually happen.

To make sure I didn’t have any temptations, I stuffed the box into the back of my closet until the day. When the day finally did come, I was woken up by my parents with a loud happy birthday and a call from my sister who terribly sang happy birthday with them on speaker phone. The day would have been like all my birthdays, celebrated at Disney for as long as I could remember, breakfast, lunch and dinner at some of my favorite places and this may shock you but, even this tomboy gets Minnie Ears every year. I hate to say it though, but I was more excited for the night to come and had told my parents some of my friends were taking me out for my first drink.

My mom wasn’t too excited about that and said, “remember sweetie, don’t drink too much, don’t be pressured, if you feel like leaving at any time, you can do whatever you want, and if anything, there is always uber and we are a phone call away.”

I smiled and grimaced at the idea of my parents finding me in some sexual predicament, especially my father, who would probably murder whomever was using me. I was dressed in my normal clothes, underwear and shoes included, I didn’t want my parents to think anything was suspicious and to stop me from this task, however, once I got to my car, my mom stopped me and my anxiety peaked.

“Hey sweetie, take an Uber instead, that way you won’t have to leave your car somewhere in case you aren’t able to drive home,” she said with concern in her voice.

“Sure mom, totally, that’s a great idea,” I answered, now worried about how I was going to change before entering the bar, for all I knew Mr. G. was going to be there and I didn’t want to get in trouble on a task he gave me. The last time I did, I wasn’t allowed to orgasm for a week.

It felt like my torture was prolonged by waiting for my uber driver to come and thankfully it seemed to be a nice girl a little older than me who picked me up. I quickly gave my parents a hug and a kiss and jumped into the back seat, kind of embarrassed to say anything as I knew what I would have to do before I got out of the car.

“Hey, um, do you mind if I change?” I questioned, not sure what to expect as an answer.

“Change?” she looked at me kind of confused.

“My clothes, see it’s my birthday and I’m going out with friends, and my parents,” I was quickly cut off when she put her hand up and my heart sank as I thought she was about to say no.

“Eh, go ahead, I know what that’s like, don’t worry about it, if you’re ok with doing it in the back of my car.”

I started to unzip my hoodie and take it off, figured at this point, with there still being some daylight, my best bet would be just to treat this like taking off a band-aide and get it done as fast as possible without a second though. My shoes were the next to take off, followed by my socks and at that moment I started to wonder what I was going to do about the clothes I left behind.

“Hey, can you do me a favor and return this bag to my house after, I know it’s a lot but…I kind of don’t want to lose these clothes, they are some of my favorites,” in hindsight, I really should have put on some throwaway clothes, but felt my parents may had seen through that and thought something was up.

“Ok, but you’d have to do a little favor for me then too,” I saw the smirk on her face and for the first time I noticed the rainbow flag hanging from her rear-view mirror, I honestly thought I was safe with a female driver, but now, not so much.

“What did you have in mind?” I was slightly worried now in what she had in mind.

“Hand me your clothes as you take them off and I’ll tell you the rest,” I could only see her eyes in the rearview mirror, but there was something wicked in them when she asked me to hand over my clothes.

At this point, I felt I really had no choice and anything that Mr. G would probably have thought of as punishment was going to be much worse and handed over my shoes, socks and hoodie. I followed with my shorts as my shirt pretty much covered me and gave me a tiny bit of peace of mind as I thought there was still a way to turn back if I needed to. But excitement and fear drove me forward as I took it off and handed it to my driver, not just in my sports bra and panties.

Her eyes almost had a look of disappointment as she saw my underwear and I felt like guilty that I had let her down somehow in my choice. It wasn’t like I was going to be wearing them into the bar, so I didn’t think I’d have to put any thought into something no one else was going to see. I was starting to get self-conscious just being in my underwear now, in the back of the car, with other cars around even though the sun was starting to set and went with my panties. I handed them over and was shocked to watch her bring them up to her nose to take a big whiff.

“Mmmm, someone is a little turned on it seems, I wonder what kind of party this is,” I couldn’t see her face still but could almost imagine the smile on it.

I slowly took off my bra last, unclasping it and holding it to my chest, as if I had any dignity left to hide. Sliding the straps down my arms, continuing to cover my bare virgin breasts, I gave in as we came to a stop at a light and handed it over to her. As I did, she turned around, reaching back and grabbing my backpack, pulling it to the floor of the passenger seat where I couldn’t reach it with the rest of my things. I quickly covered up, my arm over my breasts, huddled to cover my exposed pussy and ass, from her and what felt like the rest of the world.

“Time for the rest of my favor,” she said as if she had just won the grand prize and in a sense she just did.

I worried that her deviousness was on par with Mr. G’s or possibly worse for what may come next.

“Do you want to know the rest little girl?”

The back windows began to open and I could feel the wind all over my skin as well as the possible eyes now seeing me, naked in the back seat, “yes! What’s the rest?!?!”

I was kind of panicked now which made her take her time answering, “if you stay like you are, I’ll keep the windows open till you arrive and give you your bag back then, however…”

“However, what? What?” my eyes were closed, unable to bring myself to look outside or around.

“Openly display yourself, and I’ll close the windows, they are tinted, so no one may see at all, if you’re lucky.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll do it, just close them.”

“Position first.”

It took all my will to lower my legs and put my feet on the floor, even more still to rest my arms next to me and ever bump and noise made me want to cover up, but I knew I couldn’t or else the windows would stay open.

“Legs spread princess, fully exposed.”

I had my eyes closed, but it was almost as if I could sense the cars passing us by and knew to stop this exposure for going on any longer, I had to expose myself completely. I sat in the middle of the back seat and spread my legs as far as they could go, being so short my feet could only reach the middle of each chair in front of me, if I was taller, I could have probably touched each door. It felt like I had just won a small victory as I heard the windows begin to close, the sound of a car horn somewhere around us making me feel like I did it just in the nick of time.

I could feel myself dripping, my nipples hardening, my heart up into my throat with the mix of fear and excitement running through my body at the moment. I wouldn’t have been shocked if my body was flushed red as well with how aroused I was becoming.

“How about one more step?”

“What could you possibly have me do now? Give you road head?”

“Not a bad idea, but no, we’re still pretty far away,” she paused.

She paused, silence, her pauses made me worry as if she was thinking of how she could make this worse or to prolong my suffering to make my mind make it worse. I was pretty much at her mercy anyways, so it wasn’t like I had a choice it seems.

“I want you to cum, the sooner you do, the sooner I’ll hand over your bag so you can chance.”

“Wait, you want me to what?!?!”

“You just openly changed in the back of a stranger’s car, is this really much worse?”

She had a point, but to this point I had never been naked in front of a stranger before, much less masturbated for one. I could feel my body tingling at the thought, and it wasn’t like she was going to touch me or anything, and what if she did, wasn’t like she could rape me, she was a girl.

“All I have to do is cum for you and I get my bag and can change before we get there?” I said meekly, feeling rather shy and embarrassed which was par for the course for me.

“Yup, one measly little orgasm between girls and you can get dressed, might even spice up your birthday a little.”

All I could do was just nod, the thought of talking about this more, just made it more embarrassing as I reached between my legs and started rubbing my pussy, focusing on my sensitive, little clit. My eyes closed, trying to block out where I was and who I was being watched by, but that illusion was immediately shattered.

The car horn blared for a moment to get my attention and in my hopes not the attention of anyone around us, “Hey there, don’t close your eyes, that’s no fun and if that’s all you are doing to jill yourself off, your orgasms must be pathetic,” she looked back at me and at that moment I realized how pretty she actually was, short blue hair, nose piercing that was matched by her blue lipstick, a punk rocker lesbian uber driver, “rub your tits, get into it, finger that tiny little twat, come on.”

I did as she told me to, I was far too aroused to think straight enough to do otherwise. Our eyes fixed in her rearview mirror as the floodgates of my mind opened to her. Massaging my breast and tweaking my nipple with my left hand I continued to spread my lips with my right, rubbing my clit and down my slit with my middle finger as I usually did at home.

“So, what’s your name little girl? I hate to be one of those cum and run types, that’s just so impersonal.”

I tried to stifle my moans just long enough to answer, “Maggie.”

“What was that, I couldn’t hear you over all those slutty noises you are making.”

“Maggie,” I blushed, not realizing how much noise I was actually making.

She giggled at the sight of my blushing, “I’m just teasing, I already know your name, Ms. Maggie Hill, said it on the app when I picked you up, I still have your address too to drop your clothes off if you were worried about that.”

“You do this often Maggie? Get naked for strangers and finger yourself for their viewing pleasure?”

“No, you’re actually the first to see, mmmm, me naked…in person and this, mmmph, as well.” It was true, Mr. G had just been a sort of Dom online, we had never met, he had only seen a few pics and to this point any task he had me do although public, hadn’t yet exposed me like this.

“So, you’re a virgin? How old are you?”

“Yes and 21,” my blush god redder and I was starting to get light headed.

“Hmmm, a slutty virgin, never knew those existed.”

“Do you like girls?”

I was getting so embarrassed and turned on that all of the filters left in my brain were slowly shutting down one by one.

“Girls, I don’t know, I, I never thought of it, mmph,” her sudden stop had made me press my finger a little harder into my clit than I was expecting causing the sudden deep moan to escape my lips.

“How about me?”

I wasn’t sure what to say, I was worried that she would actually pull the car over and do something other than what we agreed upon, and I was slightly worried that I would let her, “what about you?” was the only answer I could come up with.

“If I was back there, would you let me fuck you?”

“We’re girls, how would you do that,” I knew how and that thought made me bite my lip and tweak my nipple as the thought saturated my mind.

“If I was back there, would you let me taste that sweet, virgin little pussy of yours, Maggie Hill.”

I wasn’t sure what turned me on more in that instant, her lewd words, the first ever I had that came from another girl or the fear that she used my full name and knew who I was. My pussy was dripping, my nipples hard as rocks, my moans permeating through the car between every breath I was able to catch. I didn’t care what else was going on around me, it was just me and her eyes in that mirror.

“Yes.”

“What was that Ms. Hill, do you want this poor little uber driver do eat your pussy?”

“Yes, I want you.”

“Want me to what, Ms. Hill?”

“I want you to eat my little, virgin pussy!”

“Is it sweet?”

“I don’t, I never.”

“Taste it for me, tell me how you taste, let me know how sweet that innocently slutty pussy is.”

I brought the finger I was using up my face, too lost in arousal and erotic thoughts, I shoved it into my mouth and across my tongue without a second though, savoring the flavor of my virgin pussy, it wasn’t sweet as it was in a word, tangy. It’s the first time I had ever tasted pussy, so I didn’t know for sure but I guess I was.

“How does it taste my innocent, little slut?”

“Sweet, sweet and tangy,” my answer making her laugh.

“Well, I guess how would an innocent little girl like you know without anything to compare it to.”

I was embarrassed by my nativity and lack of experience, although how many girls would I have had to go down on before I really knew. My thoughts went back to school, showering with my teammates on the cross-country team and wondered how many of them would have let me taste them.

“Your mind is wandering, what dirty little thoughts are you conjuring up in that slutty mind of yours?”

“My teammates back in high school?”

“Really, what about them?” her voice had a sense of intrigue.

“I couldn’t, no, I couldn’t say, it’s too embarrassing.”

She began to roll down her window which really confused me, “I guess I could always just throw your stuff out and ruin your night, wouldn’t be the first bad rating I’ve gotten on uber.”

“I was imagining them all making me taste them!”

She began rolling her window back up, “how would they have done that, in the shower, on a trip, in the bus?”

“After a shower, laying me on one of the benches, and them taking turns to sit on my face,” I wasn’t sure how much more embarrassed I could get and if someone could die of it, but we were definitely testing that out tonight.

I was so close to cumming, I could feel it building, the orgasm about to hit me at any second and I was going to be massive.

“I’m guessing you aren’t going out to meet friends tonight?”

“No,” my body writhing, my finger a blur on my clit, my left-hand kneading into my poor breasts.

“What are you here for than, is it really even your birthday?”

“Yes, a task, a task by my…Dom.”

“Really, what kind of task would have you out in a bar, far away from your home, on your birthday, having to change clothes in a stranger’s car?”

“I’m losing my virginity tonight, oh god I’m so close.”

“Popping your cherry tonight, so I guess you won’t need me taking some guy home to fuck,” her voice almost sounding disappointed.

“No, not going anywhere else.”

“So, the bathroom, sounds kind of dirty, but it is the slutty thing to do.”

“Right there at the bar.”

“Wow, right in the open, in front of everyone, that’s crazy.”

“Under my clothes and no one else will know, I think I’m going to,” I was on the edge, about to fall over into orgasmic bliss when the car suddenly came to a stop.

My bag was thrown back at me, knocking me out of my erotic blissful moment ruining my oncoming explosion of an orgasm.

“Looks like we’re here, better get dressed, I’d stay and watch but I’ve got to make money tonight.”

I quickly put on the dress, zipping up the zipper and spinning it around to the back like it was meant to be, putting on the heels and taking the purse, looking like the exact opposite of the tomboy girl I usually was.

“Wait, wait, you won’t get any guy like that, you look like a $2 crack whore, lean forward.”

I wasn’t sure how to take that, but I leaned forward as she pulled a small bag out of her glove box which was filled with make-up. A little lipstick, blush, eyeliner and eye shadow along with a little combing and when I looked into her compact, I could hardly recognize the girl that I was looking at.

When I got out of the car, my legs felt wobbly, my head light and my heart beating a thousand miles an hour.

Honk!

I looked back to see my driver with the passenger window open, “I’ll bring back your clothes and hide them by the door, also thanks for the video, I usually have it for security but I’ll be enjoying this video later,” she pointed to the camera attached to her rearview mirror, not sure how I completely missed that and my heart sank that she probably got all of that on video…

“Fuck, I can’t believe she did that,” I angrily muttered under my breathe both angry and sexually frustrated, “the least she could have done was let me cum.”

A few people passed me as they entered the bar and I hoped they didn’t hear what I had just said. I knew I had to calm down, there was no way I could even think straight let alone do anything while this sensitive if I was going to complete this task. As I entered, I immediately went to the bathroom scooping out the guys at the bar as I walked. There were a few contenders but to be honest, on a Monday, it felt like slim pickings. If I had gone to a tourist bar instead, maybe I would have had more luck, but this seemed like a local dive, so what I saw, was probably what I was going to get.

The bathroom wasn’t bad, but not much better than the bar, I could smell the piss on the floors and almost thanked Mr. G. that he wouldn’t have made me do it in here. I bet the men’s bathrooms were probably worse if the women’s were this bad. The stall doors barely held together and I was lucky there was a handicap one at the end to give me some room to work. Looking in the mirror, a good luck showed what a great job she did and yeah, I doubt even my mother would have recognized me like this, which was probably a good thing.

I quickly wadded up some tissue paper, my pussy was leaking down my leg and I couldn’t go out there with someone noticing and worse, knowing what it was. A dabbed at my soaking pussy, which had gotten that way because I was so close to cumming but didn’t and still sensitive because of it.

A rattle at the door shocked me as I was drying myself, “sorry, didn’t know.”

I quickly flushed the paper, fixed my dress the best I could and headed out of the stall, in the mirror I finally realized how little the dress was actually covering. The tops of my breasts were clearly in view and with how tight the top felt, made them look much bigger than they were, as if they were straining against the material when in fact, they were only B-cups. The hem of the dress a mere couple of inches from exposing me, I had no idea how I was going to pull off what Mr. G. wanted me to. I got closer to the mirror to fix my hair and desperately wanted to splash some water on my face but knew that was going to ruin my makeup. I was shocked to look down to clearly see my nipples poking through the fabric, if they couldn’t tell by just looking at me, when I tell them I wasn’t wearing any underwear, they had to believe me.

“Hey,” a woman tapped my shoulder, making me jump if I wasn’t nervous enough, “you left this in the stall, must be a lucky guy with whatever is in there for him.”

I guess I left my purse in the stall and she read the note, I was so embarrassed she didn’t think otherwise on what it could have meant, but honestly, who in their right mind would have known the truth? I guess until it gets opened and I know what’s in it, I don’t really know what it means either, for all I know, it’s empty or has cash for the drinks.

I walked towards the bathroom door back into the bar feeling like I was jumping out of a plane rather than walking back into a dive. Thankfully my first step didn’t send me tumbling down, with the platforms, the heels didn’t feel as high as they should have, either way, I wasn’t very good with girly things like this. At my own graduation to my mother’s dismay, I wore my chucks like a good little tomboy. At the bar I made my way to contestant number one, not my normal guy, kind of preppy, polo shirt, slacks, but looked high and mighty enough that he wouldn’t think twice if a girl came up to him and showed him interest. But just as I was approaching him, a girl came through the door with a big smile, jumping into his arms and kissing him as if she just got off of a flight at the airport. I guess contestant number one was a no go, unless they were into that type of thing.

Contestant number two looked like a college guy, so old enough, cargo shorts, button up shirt, not looking like he was having the greatest day. But, maybe, I could change that and he’d be interested for any attention whatsoever and I got to say, I was looking pretty hot tonight, so why not, make both of our nights great?

“Hey, that seat taken,” I said trying to act coy, but getting no response, “you know today is my birthday, just came out to have a good time, maybe find someone to have it with,” still getting no reaction.

I came over to the other side to find he was completely passed out and his arm was the only thing holding him up over a half empty drink which probably wasn’t his first and looking down, and I think he may have peed himself. I guess that just left contestant number three, who wasn’t what I was expecting at all. From the looks of it, kind of burly, bearded, flannel sleeves rolled up and dirty jeans with some old work boots. With the beard, I wasn’t even sure how old he was, he could have been old enough to be my father for all I knew, but I wanted to do this.

It took all my courage to walk up to him, “hey there, that seat taken,” I pointed to his but he must have thought the one next to him.

“Go right ahead little girly, it’s all yours.”

“No, I meant that one,” I looked up at him, trying to be seductive.

Obviously failing as he answered, “yeah, no one is there, go ahead and park it if you want.”

I put a hand on his thigh, being frankly obvious now, “I meant,” leaning over, looking upwards at him, “this one.”

He laughed and I felt outwardly embarrassed hoping it wasn’t going to attract too much attention, “sorry girly, that was last month, no more lap sitting for this Santa.

“But it’s my birthday and I’ve been a good girl,” I curled my lips trying to act super pathetic.

“Well why didn’t you say so, since it’s your birthday,” with two giant hands he lifted me off of the floor like I was a small child and sat me on his lap, I wasn’t sure if rubbing his thigh got him turned on, but I was definitely feeling some large in his pants as my bare ass made contact, “hey Paul, how about a drink for the birthday girl, a shot on me!”

Sitting on his lap, it must have seemed like I was wiggling, but to be honest, for a Santa Clause, he wasn’t making it easy to stay on and with each movement, I worried about my dress riding up and exposing me. When the shots finally came there were cheers from all around the bar, from those still awake and sober enough anyways and as they all sang happy birthday and it came to an end, I took a sip of my shot and coughed as I felt it burn down my throat.

“No, no, no little girl, you don’t sip this, you have to knock it back, you’re a woman now, don’t sip, just take it all down in one go,” the implications of what he said, whether he meant it or not made me blush and I only could think of taking a cock right now.

“Hey Paul! We need a do over, got to turn this little girl into a woman!”

“Hey I’ll help out!”

“Me too!”

“Put one on my tab for the pretty little thing!”

“You don’t pay your tabs!” the bartender shouted out back.

“Then put two!”

Before I could finish my first shot, there was a round of shots before me. After a few shots I started to feel less embarrassed and nervous as the liquid confidence began to grow inside of me. I turned on what I had now dubbed, Santa’s lap and looked him right in the eye, “hey there Santa, I got a surprise for you.”

“Really what could that be little girl,” his eyebrow raised.

I leaned in, smelling the alcohol on his beard, “I’m not wearing any underwear,” I giggled as I said it.

“Oh really,” a smirk formed on his face as he went to reach for the hem of my dress to pull it up to look, but I quickly slapped it and stopped him.

“No looking, but you can feel around, with one thing.”

“What, one thing, would that be,” emphasizing the one thing, unsure of what I meant.

I reached down, grasping the hardness I had been getting to know oh too well under my bare ass and sat once again face away from him. I hoped my dress was long enough to cover, but the only person I felt that could have seen was passed out a couple of stools over from us. I lifted myself slightly off of him, unzipping his pants and reaching in to fish out his cock. I tried to get it out, but I think he was slightly unsure of having a random girl he just met at a bar pull him out, right in the middle of the bar, but a little moving around I managed to get it out. It was huge though, so big and so hard that the tip pushed against the front of the bottom of my dress pulling it up completely exposing him and myself.

In a panic, I tried to get it under my dress to conceal both of our naked genitals once again, but as I lifted up to fix my dress, his cock now completely exposed, in his panic he grasped my hips and pulled me back down on his lap, hard to cover himself once again. The angle was probably one in a thousand, the alcohol masking the pain, how wet I was making it easy for him to slip in, but in one thrust he broke my once innocent, virgin pussy and pulled me all the way down to his hairy balls.

“Happy birthday, I guess, little woman,” he whispered in my ear, no longer a little girl now I suppose, “haven’t had a pussy this tight in years.”

“You’re my first,” I said back without thinking, with every move I could feel him inside of me, completely filling me, every inch of his cock, every vein throbbing, the tip hitting me in places I didn’t know existed.

“What was that?”

“That’s my first cock,” I whispered back, still sober enough to not be too loud about that.

“Hey Paul, a round of shots for firsts!”

The whole bar cheered, they were about to toast the loss of my virginity just a few feet away from them and didn’t even know it. The thing though, it turned me on, I felt my pussy grasping his cock, almost as if wanted more and each time I tightened, I could feel his cock pulse like it was saying thank you.

“To first times!” Everyone in the bar cheered.

Santa pushed down on my lap as we took our shots, causing the last half an inch or more to enter me that I didn’t know still existed which made me spit my shot out as the tip felt like it hit my stomach.

“Awe, looks like someone had enough,” Santa said behind me, taking his big, smelly jacket off of the back of his chair and draping it over me like a blanket.

At least it was warm and made me feel covered, unlike this dress and I still felt full from his cock, although an orgasm wasn’t building off of it to my dismay.

“Hey, what’s this,” he said finally noticing my purse.

“It’s for you,” at this point, this tipsy, it came out kind of slurred, but I think he got the message and opened it up without even reading the note attached to it.

He placed the purse on the bar, I could see his reflection in the bar mirror as I looked slightly up. He pulled his glasses out of his shirt pocket and read some piece of paper he found in there, a look of confusion was on his face followed a wicked grin. He immediately reached around the jacket and began rubbing my pussy with his cock still inside. He put the note on the bar and reached around with his other hand, pulling my dress down to expose my tits mauling at them. All the while I was hoping that the jacket was concealing everything, he was doing to me, and that my hips were now gyrating to fill the friction of his cock inside of me.

I put my head down on the bar unable to keep a straight face anymore, between the alcohol and being filled for so long I only wanted to cum, no matter what I had to do. He pulled on my poor sensitive nipples, the first to touch me, the first to fuck me, the first to do anything to me, roughly and without mercy. It felt like he wanted to cum just as badly as I did. He reached into the purse, but I couldn’t see what he took out or put in, he pulled me back, my hands grasping the metal pole in front of the wood bar holding me up as his hands grasped tightly around my wrists, what sounded like his metal watching clinking against the metal pole.

“Can I cum inside of you, princess,” my trigger word, the word that Mr. G. knows turns me on so much the word he knows my dad so loving called me my whole life that had been defiled now.

“Yes, yes please, fill me, fill me and make me cum,” I bit my arm trying not to scream as I felt his cock throb inside of me, every inch of it.

It felt so hot that I thought he was going to burn me alive from the inside out and with sudden jolts of pressure, he began cumming and like a hammer against the damn holding back my orgasm. He broke through causing me to have one so intense that not all of my screams could be muffled by my arm. I could feel him reach under the jacket and rub my back, for a moment it felt like he was comforting me as my orgasm kept going and going. As it felt like it was coming towards its end it felt like a huge stress was relieved off of my body and I laid my head against the cool metal pipe with a large smile on my face.

“Hey Paul, come here a second,” Santa said, handing the bartender a note, who looked just as confused and shocked as Santa once did reading his note.

“You sure about this Ms, this isn’t really that kind of establishment, but since it’s your birthday and all…I got to make the money somehow, as long as you are ok with it.”

The only words I could understand at that point was, was you are ok, and not exactly in that order in which I answered, “perfectly fine with it all.”

I felt Santa begin to soften inside of me, enough that he plopped out and put it back in his pants, I could feel his cum leaking from my pussy with nothing left there to stop it from flowing out. I barely looked up in time to see his stuff something into the purse and as I realized what it was, he stood up, making me stumble forward but still sober enough to land on my feet, took his jacket and left. I quickly began sobering up as I realized the predicament, I was now left in.

As I tried to turn around it felt like something hard and cold wouldn’t let me move away from the bar, that’s when I realized the handcuff around my left hand attached to the metal pole. Then the next revelation hit me, I was completely naked and he had stuffed my dress into the purse. There I stood at this crummy little dive bar, naked, cuffed, cum dripping out of me wearing hooker heels.

“Hey everyone, it seems it’s Maggie’s birthday here and her friend left her $100 to pay her tab, unfortunately it’s not enough so she volunteered her services. How about you all help her out for $20 a fuck to go towards her tab?”

No one moved, a few giggles, but nothing, I was so embarrassed, Mr. G had me prostituting for my bar tab.

“$10 to fuck this newly 21-year-old woman?” A guy got up, slapped my ass as he made his way to the bathroom.

“$5 to get your dick wet?”

“Awe sweetie, maybe you should help her, I think it would be kind of hot to watch you fuck her anyways,” the girl said to the contestant number 1 I choose.

“Well, if it’ll make you happy and if it’s for charity,” I watched as he walked over, put 5 dollars into a dirty glass in front of me.

I heard the sound of him unzipping his pants, a kiss between the couple, the tip drawing closer to my now used pussy.

“Wait, that old man just used her, you don’t know what he had, use the other hole.”

He rested his cock on my bare back and it felt like someone had just put a small metal baseball bat on me. She couldn’t possibly mean for me to take that in my virgin ass. I felt him lean forward and move his cock and with precision spit on it to lube it up. Then she leaned over as well and spit on my ass, I could feel it drip along my crack. Then I felt the tip point at my last virgin hole and being to press in worrying that he would break me in half with something so massive, that my ass would never be the same again.

With a pop, the head went in and with a massive thrust the rest was driven in right after that causing me to see a white light of searing pain. Which was just the sun coming through my windows as I woke up in my bed.

And that was another one of my wet dreams, hope you enjoy and hope you remember to wish me a happy birthday.