Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 6.3

I didn’t know what to say, or what to do, I felt that either could possibly get me in trouble, either with my blackmailers or the stranger standing feet away from me. But I guess that didn’t matter with the scene he saw in front of him.

A finger traced itself over my bare chest, “cunt is surely right,” his finger trailed down towards my pussy circling around the top of my mound, “fuck hole,” his finger lingered as it circled, almost as to accentuate the words as his finger trailed over one word than another, inches away from my pussy. I could feel his finger stop and start shaking, out of fear or anticipation I couldn’t tell as his finger trailed lower. It didn’t go straight in, but gently made its way around the outside of the lips as if he was savoring the moment for as long as he could or waiting to see my reaction, or if I would object.

All of this went through my head but I still couldn’t say anything, a part of me was screaming that he let me go, that I wasn’t a part of this, that I didn’t want this at all and this was all being done for me, but I stayed quiet. His finger eased off of my skin and I didn’t know what to expect next, all I could hear was the sound of his breathing and I wondered where the two women were who were just here, I wondered if they were watching, if they would come and save me if things went too far and I felt that was about to be put to the test.

I felt the bench suddenly dip just a little, two giant hands found my thighs squeezing them slightly as two thumbs delved into my pussy and began spreading my lips wide and stopping when I felt like I was on the edge of being torn in two. The gasp and squeal of fear probably stopped him from going further, or he knew exactly when to stop. I started feeling very embarrassed and exposed as a large, faceless man was spreading me wide and starring deep inside of me.

A loud sniff was the next sound I heard, “like flowers on a spring day,” he was mere inches from my pussy and getting closer as I felt his hot breath on my pussy, “wonder if it as sweet as it smells.”

“Mmmph,” my pussy was still as sensitive as ever, the recent orgasm just adding to the sensation then dulling as a large, rough tongue lapped at my pussy in one sloppy lick partially penetrating me as it made its way up.

Without giving me a moment to catch my breath the tongue lapped again, pushing harder and delving deeper inside of me, I tried my best to conceal my moans but couldn’t stop the gasp I took as it felt like the wind was knocked out of me by the lick. Preparing for the next licking, the thumbs pulled tighter, spreading me wider than I thought as I felt the tip of his tongue lick around my sensitive wet hole but didn’t stop and began pushing into me, penetrating me till I felt his lips on my own and his nose breathing on my clit. The feeling was nothing like I had ever felt before with his tongue wiggling inside of me and his nose stimulating my poor little clit, the hot air flowing over it as he breathed in and out.

“Oh god, please no more,” his tongue was overwhelming and felt that it was going in as deep as some fingers or even cocks that were inside of me and my sudden outburst might have motivated him to try harder as his tongue curled scraping at what I could only call the proof of my vagina, pressing and stimulating sensitive areas that I didn’t even know existed.

My back arched as his tongue tortured me, from curling to wiggling and finally twisting back and forth, I didn’t think what he was doing was even possible if I hadn’t been experiencing it first-hand…mouth. When I thought it couldn’t get any more insanely intense, he tilted his face downwards till the bottom of his nose made contact with my clit and as he continued tongue fucking my pussy, he shook his head back and forth using his nose to rub my clit.

“God please, please if you do that, if you do that, I’m going to, I’m going to,” his hands squeezed my thighs tighter, his face delved deeper and his thumbs dug deeper into my pussy, spreading me beyond my breaking point as he thrust his tongue even deeper, his lips sealed around my pussy.

My back arched once again, another orgasm so intense that no sound came from my mouth and if my faceless pussy whisperer had been looking up, he would have seen my back trying to arch, my mouth wide open, down under the bench my toes curled and fingers dug into the palms of my hands.

“Stop, stop, please stop,” I pleaded as my orgasm exploded, he never stopped, his lips now locked with my own, his tongue never relented, his nose still torturing my clit, his thumbs now hooking inside of me and fingers digging into my thighs and then he started to hum, so deep and so loud that I felt everything below my waist was vibrating.

“Please, please, no, please,” even if I could possibly scoot away, that neither my hands nor feet were in any way locked to the position I was in, the strong, large hands gripping my thighs stopped me from moving an inch away, “please no more, no, I,” another orgasm came, followed by another, than another until he finally stopped moving and slowly backed away, his tongue slowly slipping out of me.

Every inch of its escape made me twitch an aftershock to the major earthquake I had just experienced, “mmmm damn delicious there sugar lips, my turn.”