Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 10.3

A figure walked into a room, followed by two more as they slowly circled the bed and the nude, blindfolded girl on it. As they came into the light in the center of the room, I could make out their bodies, just as naked as she was, three men with their cocks hard, all pointing at their target. I watched as the first sat on the left side of the bed, the girl didn’t see startled or swayed as his weight shifted the mattress or when he pulled her over to straddle his lap. I watched as he lifted her onto her knees, placing the tip of his cock between her pussy lips, her hands holding her hips and waited for him to lower her.

Hands suddenly gripped my hips from behind, but they felt small, soft, and if I wasn’t mistaken, female, “you know, I may prefer women, but it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t indulge in the pleasure of a good, hard,” I felt her hot breath in my ear, pulsing with each word as she spoke sending shivers through my body as she applied pressure through her finger tips into my sides, “fuck.”

I recognized the voice right away, how could I forgot after what we had done together, how could I forget the clumsy flirting and how fast it escalated into raw, hot sex in the back of that shoe store, it was April. She began nibbling on my neck as I watched the look on the girl’s face, her mouth gaping open, her body tensing as she was lowered onto the massive prick that slowly impaled her body, all the while April massaging my sides. Unlike the girl on the bed, I had no idea what to do, tense, motionless, I felt like a doll being used, toyed with and manipulated. I needed to keep strong, to be as strong and resolve as a mountain so I wouldn’t sink into this trap, but with every passing moment I felt my will being slowly chipped away at. Moans echoed and I worried that they were my own but once again realized the scene that was happening before me as the girl was now riding the man under her.

“Wish you were there instead of her,” April began kissing the back of my neck, “wish you were getting fucked by those impressively large pricks,” she giggled, her kisses trailing down my back, “I mean their penises, not their personalities,” her kisses trailing lower and lower, her hands following down my legs.

Her kisses trailed down my ass and the backs of my legs as I watched the second man take place, his large, heavy cock resting on her back as if to announce his presence to her and then walking to the drawer next to her bed and grabbing a bottle and pouring liquid onto his cock and into her crack. I couldn’t believe she was about to take something that big into her anally and wondered if people thought the same of me as I had in the past, I’d never seen all of this at a spectator before and it made my experiences feel that much more intense.

April’s right hand moved its way between my legs and moved its way up between them to my inner thigh, “want to know a little secret princess?” She paused and it suddenly felt very hard to breath waiting for this secret, “I knew all about you before you even came into my shop, the videos, the pictures, I especially loved you with that woman on the sybian and knew I just had to have you and felt like I won the lottery when I got an anonymous email to be expecting you that day.”

Her hand was teasing just inches from my pussy and a part of me really wanted her to touch me so bad, while the other was screaming at how badly I was set up and how many people could possibly know without even realizing it. Her teasing continued, not surprised that she knew exactly how to press my buttons, her fingers leaving for a moment and the sound of sucking as I pictured her tasting the juices that were running out of me. But her fingers didn’t return, instead her hands found the buckles on my heels and began to undo them, first the left, removing it and letting my bare foot touch the hard, cold floor. Quickly followed by the right, all the while still watching as now two cocks were fucking the girl in my fake room.

“All you have to do is say the word,” she whispered into my ear, her nails lightly scratching my back and like a warm breeze she was gone just as quickly as she had arrived, leaving me feeling even more naked, exposed and now smaller.

I felt myself yearning for her touch, empty, wanting the touch or fulfillment from anyone at the moment, but all I could do now was watching the scene unfold in front of me. The third man now taking his place on the bed and guiding her face towards his cock and as if she wasn’t blindfolded at all, took it into her mouth and down to the base with no concern of its length or thickness. She was now nothing more than holes for them to get off on and use and my mind flashed back to the times when I had been exactly where she was, feeling what she must have been feeling but I held on to the things that I felt still separated us, the question if this was really all I wanted, the feeling if it was alright and the fear that I may lose everything I held dear if I decided on this path.

Ding!

A bell rang, but from where, I couldn’t tell you, as far as I knew the rest of the warehouse was thousands of feet in space or as small as my house, but the darkness kept the rest of it a mystery, the sound echoing an illusion of depth.

Ding!

The men quickly stopped, each pulling out of the girl, getting off of the bed and leaving the room in the door that would have led to my bathroom, the door close to me as they now walked past me and I could see their cocks glistening with her juices, still hard and unsatisfied.

Slam!

The door opened and closed and in walked just one figure and my eyes opened wide when it came into the light revealing exactly who it was. It was Benjamin, a man whose buddy and embarrassingly enough, penis, I would never forget for as long as I lived in all of its magnificent perfection. I watched as he pulled her up and sat her on the bed, grabbing her hair and ramming his cock into her mouth and down her throat. She made no attempt to lift her hands or make any motions to stop him and with the thickness and hardness of his cock I could almost see it as it made its way down her throat each time.

“Hey princess,” a voice came from behind, a hand gently placed on my shoulder, “you know I never get tired of seeing you this way,” it was Derek.

Benjamin pulled his cock out of her mouth with an inaudible pop that I may have only imagined in my head and like a rag doll he lifted her up with her back to his chest facing the glass I was looking through. He grabbed her legs spreading them wide, completely exposing her to us, the wetness of her arousal dripping, her clit hard and poking out from the hood and her lips parting to show her gaping hole. With a thrust I watched as his cock entered her, her head thrown back and even with the blindfold I could imagine her eyes rolling into the back of her in pure ecstasy as mine had the day he did the same to me.

Derek’s hand trailed down to my right breast as he started to grope and massage it, “see the thing is lil sis, blackmail is all well and good but it has some issues,” he tweaked my nipple causing me to moan, “it’s not really legal and to be honest, we rather have you willingly participate rather than forced to.”

His other arm wrapped around me and his hand found its way between my legs to my pussy, playing with my clit as if he knew my body so well and was so accustomed to what he was doing. I moaned, but tried to conceal my reactions, standing still and making attempt to interact that I would worry that I would fall deeper into this trap. I watched through the glass as the girl was raised to the tip and lowered, slowly, methodically as if it was a form of sexual torture. Derek’s went from rubbing my clit to slowly penetrating me with his middle finger, slowly pushing it in and pulling it out almost as if he was trying to let me feel just a fraction of what she was, matching the pace of her penetration.

“We deleted the website, everything that was online, the video of your trip to Atlanta, the thousands of pictures and videos, all of it,” he added another finger hoping to get a reaction by adding more stimulation, “call it an act of good faith that this is no longer something you are being forced to do.”

With a startling slam, the girl was splayed up against the window, her pussy and tits pressing on the glass, the large cock rubbing against the slick window covering it with her juices and now so close I felt I could touch it, in my mind remembering the smell, my tongue licking my lips remembering the taste before it had my slutty juices all over it and after. Her cheek was firmly pressed against the class now, her moans slightly muffled but louder than they had been before as she was brutally fucked. The rubbing of her face against the glass caused the blindfold to undo and fall to the ground, her eyes were closed tight, her full expression now realized as she was thoroughly enjoying the experience.

“See, that could be you, and no one would ever know, and the pleasure would never stop, and you would be our little princess.”