Maggie’s Slutty Reality Ch. 3.4

He grabbed my hair and with a sharp, quick tug made sure he had my undivided attention, “you can cum little girl, when I cum, do you understand?”

I looked up and into his eyes, tried to nod but it was hard with his cock so deep into me and him holding my hair so tight, but I had a feeling he could feel me trying.

I can feel his cock throbbing, pulsing, his grip tightening as the excitement in his voice was unmistakable, “good girl, let’s enjoy this together, shall we?”

I didn’t care at all whatever humiliation he was trying to drown me in, that it must have made him feel great to have complete control over me and use me like his little fuck toy. All I cared about was being able to have the intense orgasm I had been craving for so long and only finding mild satisfaction in my naughty, childish, little games. My body spoke the truth as my hips humped into the air around it, searches for much needing stimulation, my nipples were hard enough that they were painfully throbbing needing to be touched.

He pulled his cock out to the tip and plunged it back in and with each thrust his pace grew faster and his thrusts harder, “not even a little gag, I was expecting some innocence, any, but you take it like a porn star don’t you princess.”

That name, those words, it was like a trigger deep into my mind, “princess,” it was as if a hypnotic suggestion was put into my head that every time, I was called that name, the hornier I got.

“I bet those stoners you call friends taught you how to be such a good little cock sucker,” I looked up, expecting him to say something like that, but instead still felt the stinging blow, “I bet they get you high as a kite and take turns on all those dirty little holes.”

He was wrong, they never even touched me like that, except for Carlos, but my friends treated me like a little sister. I didn’t think about it though, being gangbanged by all of them, smoking till I got too baked and found myself naked on a bed, being used by all of them. The vibrators were stirring and vibrating at levels I never knew it could reach and an image popped into my mind. I was no longer out here with Officer Chad, I was with my friends as Carlos was laying under me with his cock deep inside my pussy and his hands groping my tits. Zach was fucking me hard and deep from behind with his hands gripping my waist tightly and with both of his hands running through my hair to the back of my head, Matt was fucking my mouth and it felt so vivid that I could practically taste it.

The saltiness of his cock, the bitter tang of his pre-cum, the heat coming off of his skin and the pulsing as he started shooting his load into my mouth as I eagerly drank it all. With a pop as the cock pulled out, I was immediately pulled back to reality as Chad had just pulled his cock out of my sucking mouth. I heard him walk over to his car, the trunk opening and a sudden cold shock as I felt cold water pour over my head and then shoved into my mouth, water being forced into my mouth.

“Drink,” I swallowed the best I could, unprepared to drink anything, and started coughing as he pulled the bottle out, “no gargle and spit, slut,” he said putting the bottle back and pouring more water in.

Water dripped down from my wet hair, over my bare chest, down the leather belt and like a rag doll he lifted me up and pressed me up against his car, pressing me firmly with his body and wrapping his legs around his waist and forcing my arms around his neck. He pressed his crotch firmly against the belt and even though there was no way he could penetrate me, it felt like he was fucking me as he dry humped me through the belt, the vibrator acting like an extension to the dick he wish he had inside of me.

“I always knew you were the little slut of the group, why else would you hang out with losers like them other than to get fucked,” I looked up at him as if he had just slapped me in the face, like a wounded puppy.

The look on my face just seemed to add to his lust as his chest rubbed up against my sensitive, pierced nipples and I felt his hot breath on my ear, “pierced nipples, holes filed, kinky little toys, I bet you were fucking half of your school, weren’t you?”

I wanted to scream no, I wanted to say none of it was true, that until recently I was nothing more than an innocent virgin, but I had been with so many men, gangbanged, naked in public, used, tied up and taken so many times than I could remember that I knew that wasn’t true. My orgasm was coming fast and hard and with each thrust of his hips, each rub of his chest up against me, and slap to my ego, my orgasm was going to explode like a stick of dynamite deep inside of me. My eyes were rolling back into my head, my toes curled as my back couldn’t arch in the position I was in and I could feel every muscle in my body start to tense.

“I bet you wish I was inside of you right now, don’t you?” He paused in silence, waiting for an answer, “tell me you want my thick, hard cock in your hot little pussy,” again waiting for an answer.

He wrapped his hand around my tiny neck and gave it a squeeze to get my attention, I knew the answer wanted to hear but I was having a hard time saying it.