Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 7.2

I put on my clothes as quick as I could but with how battered and exhausted, I was from the marathon fucking I had just experienced, it was slow going. I’d say I was worried about letting my drivers wait too long but I had a strange feeling come over me since being bent over that desk, I almost felt, numb. As I slipped my cargo shorts back on and put on my sandals I made my way out of the classroom and into the hallways, the only thing feeling now was the worry that someone was going to recognize me and how I must have looked after everything that had just happened and ducked into the first bathroom I saw before continuing to go outside.

Looking in the mirror, I looked a lot better than I thought I would, my mouth was a little red, hair a little messy and a slivery of dried cum on my chin which I washed off at the sink. Everything else that had happened was covered by my baggy clothes, even my new piercings which were now a dull pain. My eyes met their reflection in the mirror for a moment and I realized something I hadn’t before, I was crying. Reaching up to my cheek I felt the tear on my finger and wiped it off feeling awfully confused, I wasn’t sad, I wasn’t in that much pain and yet I saw the face in the mirror and for a second couldn’t believe it was me.

I splashed some cold water on my face, dried it off as I walked out and made my way back outside. Through the hallway I passed by a few of my old teachers who smiled and waved at me and I worried how many of them had known, how many of them had been there to have their long-desired way with me. With each glance and with each wave I blushed as I imagined them undressing me with their eyes, picturing their cocks and if they had been in me, the look on their faces as they deposited their loads deep inside of me that was probably slowly dripping out of my used pussy. As I finally made it to the door leaving the school as if this was just another day for me one final emotion swept through me, shame.

I had grown up in this town, most of these teachers knew me since I was in kindergarten here and I could have never imagined my secret, sexual fantasy had followed me all the way home, it was a fantasy that had turned into one never-ending nightmare. There in the parking lot was the hellish chariot to take me wherever the next destination was.

Honk! Honk!

I quickened by pace walking to the car, the front passenger door was opened and there was a towel on the seat, obviously to protect it from my sullied body. When I sat down and saw who was driving, it wasn’t Jim, it was Carlos, sitting low in the driver’s seat like he was the coolest guy in the world, but frankly I had no idea who he was anymore. He wasn’t the shy, friendly nerd I grew up with, he had become a complete stranger to me and that really worried me because I still saw him as my childhood friend or desperately wanted to. My actions, his knowledge embarrassing me as he sat next to me and causing an awkward silence when normally we’d be chatting about whatever new game we were playing, anime we were watching or whatever geeky habit we were both enjoying at the same time.

“If you aren’t going to talk, you may as well use that mouth for something,” Carlos reached down and unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out before leaving the front of the school.

I knew any argument was futile and it wasn’t like this was something new, so I figured cooperation was my best option but as I lowered my head to his lap I saw the principal out of the driver’s window walking to his car in the parking lot, one of the few cars left in the area.

He must have sensed my hesitation and gaze looking out the mirror and noticed exactly what I was looking at, “wonder if he knows, or maybe he took part fucking you in the classroom today,” he grabbed the back of my head and guided it towards his cock, “the real question is do you really want to know, would it make you feel better or worse,” the head slipped past my lips as he hand started pushing me downwards, “maybe we should go say hi.”

The engine started and the car started to move and then came to a sudden stop, the driver’s side window opened, “Hi, Mr. Katz!”

My eyes widened, he couldn’t possibly be doing what I think he was about to do, I tried to lift myself up and off of his cock to sit back up before I was seen but Carlos just pushed harder down on my head until his cock was down my throat and my nose pressed against his jeans.

“Mr. Rodriquez, what brings you back to school, I thought you graduated, not that it isn’t a pleasure to see one of my old students.”

I could feel his cock twitching in my mouth and throat as if the whole idea of what was happening was turning him on and I was stuck unable to move, praying that I wasn’t noticed.

“Just needed to get my transcripts and some papers for the college I’m attending and my mom wanted me to get physical copies just in case,” he kept an awfully good poker face but his penis was another story as the twitches became pulses and he pushed down harder smushing my face against his lap, scrunching my nose and making it hard to breathe.

My tongue started moving on instinct almost trying to push the invader in my mouth out but instead was just adding to the stimulation and making me look like not only was I enjoying it but was trying to actively take part. Between my labored breathing and strain in my body I had long lost attention on the conversation and wished that it was over with soon so I could take a well needed breathe of air. With a few more twitches his cock pulsed hard and his grip on the back of my head tightened as I could only imagine he was cumming down my throat right into my stomach.

“Well, if there was anything else you need just let me know, I always want to see my former students succeed.”

“Do you remember my friend Maggie Hill, Mr. Katz?” My eyes widened as my name was mentioned unsure of what he was going to say next, his cock still in my mouth.

“Of course, I do, one of my track stars, what is Ms. Hill up to these days?” I blushed if he only knew the truth to that question.

Carlos’ cock began to get warm and twitched; I was unsure what was happening and if he was about to cum again but it felt like a steady stream began to flow out of his cock.

“Oh, she’s been really busy last time I checked, but still the good little girl we all love,” Carlos was peeing down my throat and I held back the urge to be sick.

“Well got to go, my mom is expecting me back at home, nice seeing you Mr. Katz,” he began closing his window.

“Tell Ms. Hill I say hi and if she needs anything, just let me know.”

The window was closed and he began driving away, releasing my head to hold onto the steering wheel and giving me the opportunity to finally pull away and off of his dick, but too soon as the last bit of the stream was released into my mouth causing me to gag and cough as I reluctantly swallowed afraid of what would happen if I spilled a drop in this expensive car. I grimaced at the bitter salty taste and sat back, upset at what Carlos had just done.

He smiled and laughed, “guess you’re my little piss princess now.”