Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 10.2

Watching her I remembered what it was like the first time I had to strip for someone. The day I walked into that adult video store and was made to strip completely naked for John, a man old enough to be my father and the first to ever see me in all my embarrassing nude glory. I felt the rush surge through me, the shiver of my knees at the thought of such exposure and the tingling between my legs at the surprising arousal I felt.

“Remove the final piece of cloth,” the voice finally commanded through the speakers.

I was instantly brought back to that office in my mind, just taking off my hoodie felt exposing, like a car slowly gaining speed across a flat surface, taking off my clothes and being seen in my underwear as the feelings were intensifying, the embarrassment, the fear, the raw sexual heat. How hard it felt to remove my bra as if I was doing something so wrong that felt like a rush of excitement that caught my breath.

In my mind I was now exactly as this girl was in front of me as I turned around, my butt facing John as I took hold of the waist band of the panties I was wearing and the feeling of the material crawling over my ass and down my legs till they became tangled around my ankles and I stepped out of them leaving me completely naked. I’ll always remember the first time, the looks that he gave me when he saw me, the way he made me hand over my underwear and how he smelled it as if he was preparing to devour me and eventually day, he did.

I watched the girl in the room bend over and slowly pull her panties down till they were at her feet, step out of them and hold them up just to discard them with the rest of her clothes and stand there, nude, lacking any sort of modesty what so ever.

“Present,” was the one and only word to be spoken through the speakers, and I had no idea what that meant.

But the girl did as she got up onto the bed on her knees and leaned back resting on her elbows causing her boobs to push up and out. Next, she spread her legs exposing her pussy completely and I couldn’t help but look and feel my cheeks turn red as I saw her lips part and could see the pinkness in her pussy. I think since she wasn’t feeling any embarrassment that I was feeling enough for the both of us.

“Prepare.”

They trained her, and I wondered if they thought they were going to do the same to me, as if this was some preview to what they thought my life was going to be like. Her right arm moved from holding her up and her hand immediately went to her mouth, her fingers entering her mouth as she got them wet. Those wet fingers trailed down her chest, over her nipples and down her stomach straight to her spread pussy. Slowly at first as she started just teasing her open lips causing her eyes to close and her to sexily bite her lip in pleasure. I wondered if they had denied her pleasure for so long which is why she was relishing the moment so much or that they trained her to always be so horny that even the slightest touch was heaven for her.

Her fingers went back to her mouth, wetting them once again and tasting herself as she licked the tips, but this time instead of teasing her lips she plunged them into herself, slowly finger fucking her pussy. Even through the fake walls I could hear the sounds of her pleasure, the moans escaping her mouth and just as soon as she started, she stopped and went back to her previous pose. I could see her pussy dripping with arousal and now understood what they meant when they commanded her to prepare. I couldn’t look away and hoped that no one noticed that I was staring at her wet, dripping slit.

My tongue moved on its own licking my lips as I remembered the strange, yet delicious taste of the pussies I had eaten, a part of me wishing I could have just one taste of hers. I looked down trying to think of something else and in the dim light could see my nipples poking hard under the material of the thin, skin tight dress I was wearing. I didn’t notice how unaware of my own body I was, especially the trickle of arousal running down my thighs. Watching the girl in my fake room was almost as if I was watching myself and empathizing with everything she was going through.

“Are you enjoying the show so far?” a voice came from behind me and a hand rested on my bare right shoulder startling me, “it’s ok, I promise no one will hurt you here.”

I wanted to turn around, but was too afraid to, I tried think if I could figure out who it was by the voice alone, but either couldn’t remember it or had ever heard it before. All the feelings of embarrassment, exposure, the rush of being caught were all flooding back as a new stranger now knew my secret desires, my hidden slutty side that I tried desperately to keep from the world.

“Maybe, I should help you feel a bit more comfortable,” his other hand rested on my other shoulder, his smooth hands running along the bare skin to my back as I felt the top of the dress begin to tighten and stretch around my chest and began to slowly be pulled down my body until I was just as naked as the girl in the room, but unlike the girl my right arm tried to hide my breasts while my left hand covered my pussy as I tried to retain my modesty in front of a stranger who I believed had yet to see my naked body in person.

I felt the dress grabbed and pulled away as I clumsily stepped out of it before I nearly tripped as if the rug had been pulled out from under me. I turned around to see who it was holding my dress, I wanted it back, I didn’t want to be at their mercy, naked, with them holding all the cards. But just as quickly as this unknown man had appeared and stripped me, he vanished without a trace, along with the dress. I turned back around to see the girl still in her “prepare” position but with the addition of a black piece of cloth tied around her head, blindfolding her. That’s when the door opened and I tensed afraid at what was about to happen next.