Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 7.3

Sitting back into the towel covered seat I, hating the salty taste left in my mouth, silence once again returned to the car. It felt more torturous than just having one of my best friends pee in my mouth in front of my high school principal. You know you hit your all time low when someone is calling you a piss princess when that person would have beaten up anyone else who would have called me something even close to that. I guess when left to my own thoughts, I am my worse torturer, I mean we all are in a sense because no one knows us better than ourselves and has the greatest expectations. Traits amplified by having such traditional parents that expected by sister to be better than them and for me to be even better than her.

I was thankful I was clothed for once, although I’ve been naked in front of so many people, I still felt embarrassed when I was so exposed. I didn’t know if that feeling of exposure would ever go away since I had always felt so self-conscious about my body a feeling that both was bad and even worse, intensely good in a weird rollercoaster kind of way. I hated to admit that to myself but being that all I had at the moment were the thoughts in my head, it was hard not to think about how I truly felt about everything that was happening. To take a moment to truly process it all as I was now so far down the rabbit hole, I didn’t know if I could truly ever get out of it.

I looked back over at Carlos who was staring intently at the road and paying no attention to me, I looked down to see he had put his cock away and zipped up, to any passerby we just seemed like two normal teenagers driving around a small town and would have never suspected that I had just been gangbanged, had cum leaking out of me and had just sucked his cock in this car and been used as a human toilet. Something I didn’t know how I truly felt about either, that I was either disgusted having just been peed in or turned on that I was treated to such a dirty, degrading experience. My mind cringed at the thoughts while I felt my heart start to beat quicker in contrast, my thighs involuntarily rubbed together and I could feel myself starting to get warmer between my legs. Although I couldn’t tell you if the wetness was me or the load after load that was deposited in me not more than 20 minutes ago.

“Do you want to know how I found out?” Carlos suddenly spoke up out of nowhere, like he had been meaning to say something and finally got the courage to speak out.

“Carlos, I’m sorry, that,” I felt the need to apologize for some reason but he interrupted before I was able to finish.

“I was on Chaturbate, browsing through all of the feeds when I saw someone that looked a lot like you, see the thing is, I’ve always had a crush on you, ever since we were little kids and I… would look for girls like you online.”

I blushed remembering that day, the questions, the fucking, my brother in law, the embarrassing exposure, and how I lost complete control in the end because I let my vagina think instead of my brain. It seemed to be a problem I was having a lot, that my body would end up having the final say when its needs surpassed the logic of my brain. Gangbanged in an adult video store, twice, used by my brother-in-law, exposed online to complete strangers, masturbated at strip club, taken by an aggressive lesbian in a shoe store, used by my former teachers and those were only off of the top of my head and I started to worry that this wasn’t rock bottom, that there were probably things much, much worse than what had already happened to me.

It was all my fault wasn’t it…if I hadn’t lived out some erotic, deranged fantasy, I would never have ended up in this situation. If I had just left it fulfilled and never brought it back home with me, it would have stayed in Georgia where even the people who took part would have probably forgotten eventually like it was a wonderful sex dream.

“When I suddenly saw the preview of one room, a part of me almost felt like I knew, even though I couldn’t see your face,” he took a deep breathe, his face looked flushed, “even though your hair was all done up, I never really knew what your body looked like under all those baggy clothes, the moment I saw your eyes, I knew.”

I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know if I should be sorry, or defend myself, tell him that I was being blackmailed or this is just who I am and I had nothing to apologize for. So many possible responses that I could have said, but instead, I just stayed silent, unable to say anything at all.

“At first I was confused, then I was worried that everything was happening against your will, but I will always remember what you said at the end, hello, my name is Maggie Hill, I’m from Central Florida and I’m a girl who craves sex and being treated like the slut I am, covered in cum, licking it off of your lips.”

I blushed, still unable to speak, ashamed and embarrassed having that memory recalled to me, picturing it as I was reliving it all over again.

“I came so hard watching but I was so angry after, I didn’t know whether it was because the girl I loved ended up being such a whore or you fucked a bunch of strangers and would never have given me the time of day if I had wanted, and Maggie, I wanted to so badly.”

I looked up to realize that we were back at Jim’s house as Carlos pulled into the open garage and the car came to a halt.