Maggie’s Slutty Reality Ch. 2.3

I realized it wasn’t as much the excitement that was stimulating me as much as the situation itself. That being here, laying practically naked in the wet grass, two dildos deep inside of me and a lewd chastity belt, the only thing covering me and exposing my slutty behavior even more so than my nudity was what was truly turning me on. I didn’t want to get caught but at the same time the idea of it was stirring my inside even more than the vibrations.

Footsteps, the sounds of footsteps slapping against the ground in my mind, the fear of someone close by about to catch me at any moment. The slapping sounds echoing, multiplying, unable to tell how many there were, if it was just one or a dozen, for all I knew a group of guys were about to come circling around the bend catching me writhing in pleasure, moaning in sexual agony needing to be taken.

“Oh god yes!” the thought of them catching me in mid orgasm sent me over the edge as I squeezed my tits roughly, my back arching at the intensity of the orgasm and my toes digging into the grass.

The feeling so intense I could feel my toes start to pierce the ground and digging into the dirt underneath, the feeling just that, dirty, disgusting, but arousing at the same time for how wrong it was. As if perfect timing, the vibrators shut off, silent, for now. I didn’t know if they had finally broken for good or this was about of their short circuiting, unable to control their intensity and this was just a big coincidence. A light rain started, coated my body in nature’s wetness, cooling my burning skin, easing the flushness of my cheeks, like a pampering after a hard session.

“That was exactly what I needed,” a sigh of relief escaped my lips as my muscles eased, and it was if all the pent-up sexual frustration I felt had escaped along with that sigh.

The sound of real footsteps began echoing from the distance and I quickly got to my knees and scrambled for my clothes, the dildos inside of me shifting and rubbing back and forth, not helping the situation, and making it very hard to focus as they kept stimulating my now sensitive holes. I’ve learned that I’ve become more and more sensitive with each consecutive orgasm I’ve had and this time was no different. I was able to find my shirt, thankful that it was white and easily stood out in the dark grass. It was a struggle to get it in, between my panic and that it became wet made it hard to get my head through and felt like it took forever to get it to cover my body once again.

The material was cold and scummy against my skin and fell to just above my ass cheeks, I didn’t have enough time to find my shorts before the steps were close enough that they felt right behind me. I turned my back to the sidewalk, unable to look at the person and hoping that the darkness and thickness of the strap over my ass looked as if I was wearing some tight, legless shorts. I couldn’t help but close my eyes and pray that they would pass without a word, recognize who I was or the state I was in.

For once I felt my luck has changed as the sounds of the footsteps closed in and then passed by without even stopping and without a second thought, I quickly scrambled for my shorts that were just as wet as my shirt and struggled to put them on trying desperately not to tear them.

“Ok, that’s enough fun for one night,” I told myself thinking I was pushing my luck enough without being blackmailed again, “ok, I need to make my way home and pray this stupid belt doesn’t send me into another crazy orgasm before I get there.”

I worried that after such an intense orgasm and having to make my way home all the way back by foot that my legs would give out or I wouldn’t have the energy to make it. The longer I took to start, the more of the chance that this was going to happen so I started on a slower than usual jog back home. Each step made me flinch at the possibility of the vibrators turning back on, each sound around me made me worry that I was being watched once again without even knowing it. Maybe this was their plan all along, maybe they were still watching me, maybe they were controlling the vibrators somehow pushing me to be the slut that they want me to be.

I didn’t know one of the side effects of all these events would be paranoia and I quickly tried to shake off the feeling and focus on my pace and stride to clear my mind, the purpose that I started running in the first place. It felt good to have my mind free and clear of all the stuff going on around me, I could feel myself breathe again and feeling lighter than ever as if a weight was lifted off of my back.

“Hey Maggie!”

I was suddenly knocked out of my peaceful mindset as I heard my name yelled out in the dark and slowed down to a stop to look to see who was calling my name. At a quicker pace a girl came running up behind me and I immediately recognized who it was.

“Natalie?”

It was one of the girls from my cross-country team, I hadn’t seen her since graduation and last time I saw her she was leaving for college across the country in California for some art school. So you could say I was fairly shocked to run into her of all people, out here at this time of night, going for a jog as well.