Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 4.4

Jim got out of the car and I was rapidly losing control of my burning, lustful body that was on the edge of release.

“Please Carlos, we’re friends, please, fuck me, finger me, stick your big cock in my,” before I could say anything else his lips were back on mine and I kissed him passionately hoping somehow I could ignite his lust and make it as strong as mine was at that moment.

But when the kiss ended, he pulled away and sat back against the chair, so close and yet far away from my reach, “No!” I screamed feeling betrayed that he wouldn’t even give me the consolation of release in my current predicament.

“I can’t believe what a slut you’ve become,” Carlos saying something tracing a finger slowly from the back of neck downwards, knowing that he was still teasing me, my skin so sensitive to his touch.

“Yes! I’m a slut! Is that what you want to hear?!?!” the sexual frustration now turning to anger, my body struggling to free myself, to touch myself, to rip his pants off and pull his cock out and shove it inside of me.

“No, I kind of miss that innocent, clumsy girl I grew up with, the girl I had a crush on since we were in 1st grade and kicked Chad in the balls for bullying me and pushing me into the wet sand at the playground,” his voice and tone returning to the shy Carlos I knew.

For a moment, I could picture it, the first time we met, the anger I felt when I saw that bully picking on him that I walked up behind him and kicked him right between the legs and watched him run away in tears with his hands between his legs and the both of us laughing. My body stopped jerking, my teeth unclenched and although the aching need in my pussy was still there my chest felt a wave of shame come over it.

A tear streamed down my right cheek, “I’m not that innocent, but I’m not this big of a slut, I didn’t want this, they’re making me do this now, this isn’t my choice.”

“So, you didn’t get yourself tied up and fucked in an adult video store when you visited your sister?”

“Yes, it was, a fantasy, I didn’t think I would actually do it though…”

“You didn’t fuck all of those people on a live feed and openly say who you are and how much you loved it?!?” the anger now back in his voice again.

“That wasn’t me, they were blackmailing me, torturing me, I couldn’t control myself, you have to believe me.”

“And the streaking, the public vibrators, masturbating on a washing machine, fucking a stranger in a dirty bathroom, eaten by some dyke in a shoe store and that’s not even as bad as getting gangbanged at a strip club,” there was nothing I could say to all of his evidence, at the time I wasn’t being blackmailed, all of that was me and the shame grew worse.

“I’m sorry Carlos, I’m sorry,” the tears started streaming now down my face as it felt like I was hurting my friend and I didn’t know what else to say or do.

“You’re sorry?!?! I’m sorry I didn’t fuck you sooner, I’m sorry I didn’t make you cum in front of all of our friends that day,” words that shocked me and stirred a fear inside of me as he continued, “I’m sorry I didn’t just leave you in that bathroom, naked in the tub after I fucked you.”

“Wait, you what?!?” I didn’t know how to react, angered, hurt, aroused, ashamed, embarrassed, all of these emotions coming at me at once, “but I was, unconscious.”

“Don’t pull that bullshit, I bet deep down, the thought is turning you on even more.”

“No, no, you betrayed me, you, mmph,” I felt his run under my ass and his finger slide up into me stopping my train of thought as my brain started to shut down again and remind me of the lustful needs my body desired so badly.

“You were saying, princess,” he said mockingly his finger, pushing deeper inside of me.

“You be, Jesus!” I felt his finger curl inside of me, his knuckle pushing against my g-spot, the tip rubbing and finger spreading as it curled and then not moving at all, “Carlos, please, don’t.”

“Don’t want Maggie, don’t want my little slut,” I couldn’t see him but I knew that evil grin was back and the tone of his voice completely different from anything I had ever heard before, lust, control, dominance, I was his slave now and he knew it.

“Don’t,” his finger uncurled and being so sensitive I could feel every movement of it, my pussy clenching down from the pleasure, squeezing it as he pulled out and plunged it back in with another finger, “stop.”

Slowly he teased me, pulling his fingers back out, “Don’t? Stop? Or is it don’t stop?”

I was getting closer, but this too was not going to put me over the edge, my pussy dripping wet hearing the slouches of his fingers was embarrassing, “please.”

“Please what Maggie, what do you want, use your words, tell me what a slut like you needs.”

“Please fuck me,” I looked down, my brain shaming me as the words came out, my body lighting up in joy hoping it was about to get what it wanted so badly, what it needed.

Carlos pulled his fingers out of me and wiped them across my mouth and down my chest, fixing my shirt and pulling up my shorts dressing me once again, completely confusing me in his actions.

“Maybe later, princess,” he squeezed out from under me, opening the door and stepping out of the car, leaving me helpless and bound.

“May want to give her a minute, she’s a little too wild at the moment, I heard him say to whomever was out there.

The door slammed shut and I struggled for any sort of sensation to get off, but there was nothing I could do, to free myself or find release, all I could do was wait as the lust, very slowly died down, “dammit!!”