Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 7.5

His expression went from confusion to a smile, “thanks, that’s very considerate of you, how about you take some time to clean up and I’ll wait for you in bed.”

Carlos stood up and dried his hands on a towel hanging on the wall and went back into my bedroom, closing the door behind him and for the first time in a while, I actually felt like I had some privacy and took the moment to enjoy it, relaxing in the warm water of the bath but only for a very little while knowing Carlos was waiting for me. I stood up and turned the shower head now and began draining the water rinsing all the soap from my body and digging a finger into myself hoping to get whatever spunk I could out and not being a complete slutty mess. The finger I slowly pushed into my ass was much harder as it felt completely sore, if I had known how to do an enema, now probably would have been the best time.

I’m not sure if I would describe my inner cleaning as something sluttier or disgusting, possibly both, but it was better than having the stuff continually dripping out of me, especially if it was going to happen on my bed. Well, once I did the best I could and shoved my fingers in as far as they could go until finally, I had to give up over the frustration of having such tiny hands with small fingers. The next step was even harder as I pulled myself out of the glorious hot shower and began drying myself off and getting my toothbrush ready for my slutty mouth. Thoughts of how many cocks cumming in it and Carlos peeing down my throat made me pay extra special attention to my tongue and cheeks as I brushed along with my teeth, but even the mintiest of paste couldn’t wash the memory of the flavor from my mind.

Once I was as clean as I possibly could be, I wrapped the towel around me and made my way back into the bedroom, there, under brand new sheets, was Carlos, shirtless, probably naked, waiting for me with a big grin on his face. I dropped the towel and awkwardly crawled across the bed to him, trying to be sexy, but probably looking more like a failed audition for the play Cats. Once I reached Carlos, he didn’t waste any time and rolled me onto my back and made his way on top of me, kissing me deeply and I realized for the first time that this was the one kind of sex I had yet to experience. It wasn’t dirty, slutty, taboo, it was romantic, almost loving, I felt his love for me with every kiss of his lips, his gentleness of his hands running over my body. I’d like to tell you more, to tell you how amazing it felt, warm and intense, how considerate he was of me and my body but as our first kiss ended, I slowly drifted off to sleep, completely exhausted from the day and lack of sleep. For the first time I was so comfortable, so relaxed and so completely spent that I couldn’t help it and slipped away so quickly I didn’t even have the time to feel guilty.

I feel hard and deeply into a comfortable slumber, landing into a devious disturbing set of dreams.

Have you ever had that dream where you’re in school and everything feels normal, than you suddenly realize you’re completely naked? Cliché, I know, but that’s how it started, another normal day in class, sitting at my usual desk in the back next to one of my friends and looking down to see there wasn’t a single stitch on me. But it didn’t have the usual laughter, the feeling of people even noticing that I was naked, just going on as usual until the bell rang and we filed out of class into the hallway.

“Hey if it isn’t the little princess!”

“Looking good slut, love the choice of clothes!”

“I wish I had the guts to wear her sense of style!”

I guess it wasn’t because what I was wearing was shocking, it was just exactly, what everyone was used to. Hands grazed against my body as I walked through the crowds, growing bolder as they turned to grabbing and groping, few pinching and tweaking at my nipples while hidden hands found their way between my legs trying to shove a finger inside of me, the whole thing feeling so real as fingers dug into my pussy and ass. I could feel myself starting to get aroused, the heat radiating off of me and could almost imagine myself getting wet from the fingers exploring their way through me as I made my way to my locker a hot, flushed, heavy breathing mess.

I opened my locker, remembering my combination as if it was yesterday and looked in the mirror, I kept on the door seeing someone that was almost a complete stranger to me. It was me, but my hair was a mess, the way it would probably have looked if I had just been fucked, roughly. I was wearing makeup, something that I rarely to never do and there was a small dried streak of cum running from the corner of my mouth to my chin. I quickly wiped if off but then realized that the pictures that used to be up on my locker were now different, replaced with pictures of me being gangbanged, men cumming into my mouth, a girl going down on me and me half naked stripping at a club. Everyone knew, everyone knew what I had done, all of my secrets were out, all the blackmail was released and the strange, sudden realization cascaded over me like a bucket of ice water, my life was over.

The next thing I saw was that I was bent over a desk and looking up I saw all of my classmates sitting at their desks, books open, still acting as if everything was completely normal. But my teacher started talking behind me, reciting poetry as he guided his cock inside of me and started fucking me, moaning and grunting as he read. But pulling out of me and spinning me around, pulling me by my arm as he made his way around the desk to the front of the class, pushing me down on my knees, grabbing me by my hair and shoving his cock into my mouth as he asked questions about what he just read, fucking my face as he did so.

Questions were answers, hands raised, no one paying attention or concern for the way I was being used, or the expressions on the teacher’s face as he was obviously getting off in my mouth and not hiding it whatsoever. His movements became more forceful, his use of me more aggressive as he finally starting cumming in my mouth and then pulling out to continue covering my face for all to see and yet there was no reaction from the classroom as the bell rang and everyone packed up to leave to their next classes, leaving me there, naked, on my knees, covered in cum in the class.

Flashes of images ran through my mind, masturbating in front of a webcam on Chaturbate with thousands of people watching, stripping at the club, being introduced as the local hot pot and then being taken back to the private rooms to be fucked over and over again, the look of disappointment on my parents face as they told me to leave, the disgust on my sister’s face when she found out her husband was fucking me. Everywhere I went, someone recognizing me, pulling me into restrooms, or back alleys, back seat of cars, dark movie theaters or dressing rooms, men and women alike wanting to use me like the slut they thought I was. An endless train of dicks and pussies all wanting their turn and hearing myself begging for more, more, more. With the final sight of me laying on a dirty mattress, covered in cum, a line of naked men from the door leading down the stairs, never ending.

I woke up covered in sweat, breathing heavily, feeling like I just woke up from a panic attack. I held my legs to my chest wrapping my arms around them repeating the word, no.