Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 5.2

Until I felt a hand on my shoulder and I was guided to a new area of the classroom, pressure was put on my shoulders as I could only imagine whomever was guiding me was telling me to get down on my knees. I got down on the cold floor, confused to why this person wasn’t just telling me what to do or allowing me to remove the glasses, but I was too scared to talk out. I was in public, in a school, not knowing who I was with or how I was going to get home, which wouldn’t have been a big deal, except for the fact that I was naked, without my phone or my wallet, completely helpless to this person. With a light tap of his foot I started shuffling backwards, feeling like a blind sheep being guided into a pen.

“Ouch,” I banged the back of my head on something hard and realized that I must be heading under a desk and finally understood what he was trying to do.

I ducked down a bit more, thankful for once for being so small that I could comfortably fit under the desk. A part of me wondering if I was made to do something just like this the way my body was. I heard him sit down and the chair rolling forward, his legs on both side of me followed by the sound of his chair lowering, but I had no idea what I was supposed to do. On top of being scared and anxious I was now growing increasingly frustrated, between the teasing, unable to orgasm, I was now stupidly under someone’s desk completely clueless. If I did something, would that be admitting I’m a slut to him, or if I did something without being asked, would I get punished, if I didn’t would I be in trouble. I had no idea what Jim had promised these strangers and I felt there were more ways I was going to be in trouble than ways I was going to be rewarded.

“Ahem,” a sound I finally heard from above the desk, followed by another deafening silence, “ahem, ahem,” followed by a nudge from the tip of his right shoe against my leg.

I was frozen, unable to make a decision and thankfully I finally heard a sound that let me know what to do. The sound of his zipper lowering and rustling in his pants to what I could only assume was him fishing out his cock. I blushed that the thought of that action gave me relief, that knowing I was supposed to suck some faceless man’s cock lessened my frustration. A I felt a hand on the back of my head pull me forwards as I felt the tip graze my mouth, circling them as if he was almost applying Chapstick on my lips. It was warm, soft as I felt the opening scraping against me, a drop of liquid being rubbed all over them and out of involuntary instinct I stuck out my tongue to lick it off.

As my tongue met the tip, I felt his legs move, his feet pushing him closer to the desk, one of the wheels pinching my left hand causing me to yelp and as I did, he pulled me forward shoving his cock into my mouth. I pulled my hand quickly away and lost my balance falling completely forward causing his cock to quickly slide through my mouth and into my throat till my nose made contact with his pants. I was gagging at the sudden penetration and grabbed his legs trying to pull myself back off of it before I threw up. I was able to pull myself back, but the desk stopped me from getting it completely out of my mouth as the back of my head pressed up against the underside of the desk.

My eyes were tearing up and I tried my best to breathe, like trying to get air when you put some really hot food in your mouth and trying to cool it down as it burns your tongue. I felt his hand start to pull again, driving it deep into my mouth once again, the slower speed making it easier to take until it was once again all the way in. I wasn’t sure how big it was, the way it felt, it may as well have been a bottle. I began easing my head back again, but he held my head firmly in place not allowing me to move. I squirmed as I could feel it twitching in my throat and couldn’t stop my tongue from moving at the invading object. I must have seemed so slutty as my tongue began licking at the underside and I grimaced at the salty, bitter taste of it. All I could do was sit there and wait and calmly breathe through my nose the best I could until he finally released me.

I pulled back once again till nothing but the tip was stuck in my mouth and for a moment tried desperately to dislodge it with my tongue. My attempts most likely looking like I was pleasuring the tip the best I could as my tongue circled around it causing it to stir around my mouth. A light slap against my cheek made me stop and freeze in position, followed by another slap getting stronger in intensity making me feel like I was supposed to be doing something.

“I don’t speak abusive husband,” I thought to myself, like I was supposed to know what the slaps meant.

A hand grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled me forward again, then back, forward and back fucking my mouth until it stopped and let go slapping my cheek one more time. I finally got the picture and started sucking his cock myself, worried that he was going to start slapping me harder. I reached down with one of my free hands to start rubbing my neglected pussy.

“Mmmm,” I moaned as I started rubbing my clit, feeling the wetness starting to form on my finger, using it to lubricate my clit.

SLAP!

I wanted to cry, I wasn’t sure from the sudden sharp pain in my cheek, or that I wasn’t even allowed to pleasure myself as I was being used and that I at the very least could finally have one small bit of relief. I went back to focusing on sucking, hoping that if I did a good enough job, I would get some reward out of it. I felt him move in a bit more, his legs, completely surrounding me and pinning me in position. I could taste his pre-cum and for a second felt good about myself that I was giving him some pleasure or at least I thought I was.

I couldn’t hear him moaning or breathing hard, no dirty words or signs of encouragement, it felt completely different than anything I had ever experienced before. When my heartbeat finally calmed down and I grew accustomed to what was happening, I finally heard something that felt rather soul crushing, he was typing on his computer. Just typing away, clicking, probably checking emails, or entering grades, god knows, but it felt like I had been completely forgotten sucking his cock under his desk. I was nothing more than an electric foot massager to him, a fan to give him comfort, a coffee maker on his desk, a convenience and nothing more.

Something snapped in me that moment, “I am not a foot massager!” I thought loudly and began earnestly sucking on his cock so he would notice I was there.

Sounds of slurping could be heard from under the desk along with the occasional thump when I would pull back too far and hit the bottom of the desk with the back of my head, but I ignored it as I wanted to be taken seriously, I wanted to be acknowledged!

Ding dong!

I froze as I heard the bell ring and panicked, I didn’t even think about school starting, or students to be around, and heard the door to the classroom open and sounds of students began to fill the room and sit in their desks. I don’t want to be acknowledged anymore! I want to be invisible! I could feel my whole-body trembling as I felt I was in the middle of a bad nightmare, naked, under the teacher’s desk, sucking his cock, in a room full of people. I just prayed they couldn’t see anything under the desk, and got very self-conscious that they could see my toes peeking out.