Maggie’s Slutty Reality Ch. 3.3

I felt humiliated, utterly embarrassed, ashamed of what I was with my knees in the dirt letting this man use me and the vibrator making me sound like I was completely into it when I wasn’t. It was unfair, the vibrator felt so good, but his face fucking wasn’t doing anything for me at all.

“Mmph,” my eyes shot wide open, not from the stimulation of the vibrations but the deeper, harder thrusts of his cock as his rough pants kept smashing against my nose and his grip in my hair began to tighten to the point that it was becoming very painful.

It was getting harder to breathe, even so used to deep throating by now, I hadn’t yet figured out how to properly breathe while taking a cock so deep for so long. If the vibrations weren’t clouding my mind enough, the lack of oxygen was definitely adding to it and my body’s instincts were starting to take control over the logic of my brain. With the last bit of focus I could muster, I put my hands up against his legs and tried to push back to get him to ease up and out just a bit but instead he stepped forward and thrust harder and deeper than before and with his step, his hard leather shoe pressed against the strap covering my pussy, jostling the dildo just a little, but just enough to surprise me.

It was the last straw my body needed to take over and with just a little shifting, I pressed myself against his shoe just slightly to add pressure inside me, but it seems my actions weren’t subtle enough, “I guess the little slut needs some stimulation too, like a little bitch rubbing her cunt up against my shoe.”

At this point I didn’t care anymore; he was completely right and what was left of my inner voice of morals had grown deathly quiet as if it was banished to a dark corner of my mind or drowned by my lustful desires. With a second thought I rubbed myself up against his shoe again and to my utter dismay, he pulled his foot back away from me and I looked up with sad eyes as if I was nothing more than a puppy whose favorite toy was just taken away. He had let go of my head as well and back up just enough that just the tip of his cock was left in my mouth as I heard a giggle escape from his lips.

He rubbed the tip of his shoe into the ground, “if you want it so badly come and get it,” I looked down to see where it was and his cock nearly left my mouth but with another light slap to my face, I stopped it from leaving my mouth and looked back up confused, “if you want it, you’ll have to earn it.”

I had a feeling I knew what he meant, I’d have to take his cock willingly, as deep as I could to get closer to my reward. I moved my hands behind his legs, trying to pull him closer as I shuffled my knees little by little but with another sharp slap I stopped.

“Bitches don’t have hands, do it right, or we’re heading to the station.”

I dropped my hands to the sides as he backed up once again to just the tip, it was bad enough I was now willingly doing this, but now I had to start again and without my hands, I didn’t realize how hard it was balancing on my knees, inching forward with no control of his cock inside of my mouth twitching around. Like a large, thick worm with a life of its own wiggling over my tongue and poking around against my cheeks, its warmth spreading through my mouth, the head wildly poking at the back of my throat. I hadn’t realized how hard it would be without the use of my hands but with a large move forward I was able to get the head down my throat. I was so close but taking it down so slowly was pure torture for both my mouth and throat as well as all the stress I was putting on my knees trying to balance myself.

With my nose finally pressing against his body I almost felt relieved that I was able to do it and as if looking for my reward, my hips began thrusting forward trying to find his shoe to rub up against, but all I was able to find was nothing but air.

“Awwee,” I moaned in despair unable to find my reward after all the work I had done to take his cock without hands, stressing my body, mouth and throat to make it happen.

I looked up to see if I could figure out what he was possibly thinking, only to be met with a view of him holding his phone, pointing at me. I instantly tried to pull away but his other hand grabbed my head and pulled me completely against his body once again with his cock shoved thoroughly down my throat.

“I guess you did do what I told you, so the little slut should get her reward,” he said as I felt the tip of his shoe start poking at my thighs and as my lust took over once again, my pussy began humping, searching for the tip to find it.

With a slight graze that I could feel even through the thick leather of the build, it was almost electric as my back arched at the feeling of the sudden stimulation. But it didn’t stop there as he drove his foot deeper between my legs until the tip was parallel with my ass and I was no longer humping at his shoe but his ankle at this point. But then he pulled away again and I moaned even louder in disappointment than I had before.