Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 3.2

“I’ll give you permission, but you have to do exactly what I say and without question or hesitation.”

“Anything, please, I’ll do anything, I just really need to cum.”

“Get dressed.”

I stood back up and started getting dress in my shorts and shirt, my juices leaking down the inside of my leg creating a trail down to my ankle. I was actually starting to miss wearing panties now having to worry about the arousal being more easily visible. I got a tissue and wiped it up the best I could from my ankle as far into my shorts as I could go trying to stay away from my pussy because I feared once I touched myself, I wouldn’t be able to stop.

“Dressed, sir,” my thighs squeezed together, my knees shaking, if you didn’t know any better, you’d think I just really needed to pee badly as I waited patiently for the next order.

“Go back to dinner, you have to orgasm there, if you don’t, I’ll send your father another email.”

“I can’t, if they ever found out, they’ll throw me out, anything else but that.”

“The next email will be a link to your website, I bet he will be so proud.”

“Please don’t, I’m going.”

“Good girl, we’ll be watching.”

I didn’t know what he meant by that but my pussy was still leaking and I could feel a drop flow down my inner thighs every so often, I hoped that if either of my parents saw, they’d think it was just sweat.

“Sweetie, is everything ok? Do you want me to put away your plate?” my mom yelled out from the kitchen.

“No! No, I’ll be right there, just washing my hands!”

I’m going to get caught, I’m going to get caught, I just kept repeating in my head over and over again as I walked back to the kitchen. The fear lighting my body on fire that I pictured my skin was probably red from head to toe from what I was about to do. When I got to the kitchen and saw my usual seat at the dinner table, it looked more like an electric chair than the comfortable seat I once knew. If my parents found out what I was doing, things would never be the same. There was no way I could explain away having an orgasm in front of them.

“Well sit down sweetie, I reheated your dog in the microwave because it was getting cold.”

I felt another drip down my right thigh and a small spasm between my legs, “thank you, mm, mom, looks good.”

I took a seat but was feeling very conflicted, my body was sexually frustrated beyond belief begging me to touch and caress it, but my mind kept telling me how wrong this all was and I shouldn’t be doing this. But I knew if I didn’t go through with it now, whoever was on that phone was going to be sending something far worse to my father’s email than what was sent before. There was a serious problem though, my body was no longer building itself to orgasm just hanging on the edge. I tried rubbing my thighs together and although it felt really good it just wasn’t enough.

“Are you ok sweetie, you’re fidgeting,” my mom said showing that what I was doing was obviously drawing attention.

“Just, just a cramp in my leg I was trying to work out,” I said with a fake, cheerful smile.

I grabbed another hot dog off of my plate and brought it to my mouth and with my other hand I slowly slid it up the left leg hole in my shorts trying to discretely touch my pussy without either of my parents noticing. As my finger found my clit again, I bit into my hot dog hoping to muffle my gasp of pleasure. If I just moved my finger and not my arm, this could work, I could do this without either of them being the wiser. I gently traced circles around and over my clit, dipping my finger down to use my wetness to make my gentle passes smoother.

“Work today was a nightmare, computers went down and we had to double check all the charts by hand and do extra walk arounds, my feet were killing me by the end of the day,” my mother was talking about her nursing job to my father.

I bit my lip and dug my finger in deeper hoping their conversation allowed my actions to go unnoticed but as much effort as I was putting it, it was getting me no closer to my orgasm. I looked down at my juicy, thick hot dog and I wished it really was the cock I was picturing before, and that’s when a terribly dark thought came to mind. I snuck the hot dog off of my plate and onto my lap, separating the dog and slipping the bun back onto my plate I took the wiener and slid it into my shorts the same way my hand had gotten in there before. The hot tip nudged against my slit and a moan escaped my mouth that didn’t go unnoticed.

“Are you ok princess?” my dad looked at me concerned.

The sudden attention caught me off guard, causing me to jump and the tip of the hot dog to enter me. I could feel its thickness and warmth spreading inside of me and wondered why I hadn’t thought of this before. I took my hand out of my shorts and put them back on the table trying to elude any suspicion of why they were down there.

“I’m good daddy, my stomach is just a little upset, I think I ate too fast.”

“Yeah, looks like you practical sucked those things down whole and all you left was the bun.”

I blushed at the comment but then felt the phallic food start to slip out of me and worried of it falling out. I quickly sat up about to reach down and fix it when I felt my shorts tighten against my crotch and thighs as I moved forced the meat deep inside of me as it pressed up against my pussy.

“Oh god,” a brought a hand to my mouth trying to hide my expression.

The heat was fluttering through my insides and my embarrassment grew as I imagined having to explain this to my blackmailer later, that I secretly fucked myself with my dinner while my parents seemed concerned that I wasn’t feeling well. The worst part was that I could feel myself leaking even more now, not sure if it was the juices from the hot dog, my body trying to put out the fire or that I was getting hornier by the second. I grabbed a napkin from the table pretending to wipe my mouth, but it was just another excuse to try to muffle my moans as I felt I was on the road to orgasm once again.

“I’ll go get some tums for you sweetie, maybe you just aren’t used to so much protein lately,” my mom said standing up and heading to her room, probably to get some tums from their bathroom.

My dad looked away at my mom walking from the table and my eyes were practically rolling into the back of my head as I was seconds away from a massive orgasm.

“Oh!” my dad’s hand was on my leg and I looked to see his expression of concern once again, “you startled me daddy.”

“Sorry about that princess, are you sure you’re ok, this doesn’t have anything to do with college and you looking to pay for it does it? Or anything going on with your friends?” he said while stroking my leg, something that should have felt more soothing but instead was setting tingling sensations right to my hot, wet pussy.

I nearly jumped when I felt his thumb on my inner thigh, his hands feeling huge and my thighs feeling tiny in comparison. I was about to cum with my own father touching me and not even knowing it and I worried that he could feel the wetness running down my leg or smell my arousal with how close he was.

“Found them!” my mother was back startling both of us and causing my dad to release my leg and sit back into his chair, but the damage had already been done and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

My mom handed me the bottle and I quickly popped the cap taking two and shoving them into my mouth as my orgasm exploded like a bomb.

“Mmmm!” I moaned loudly, one hand over my mouth and the other gripping the side of my chair for dear life and feeling like I just wet my shorts, “that’s great mommy, I can feel it working already.”

It took every ounce of strength and will I had left to stand up and walk as normally as I could to my room, “I’m just going to lay down,” not waiting for a response or looking back to see their reaction as I went to my room.

I collapsed face first into my bed and felt the hot dog still inside of me shift causing me, “Jesus!” it rubbed up against something inside of me so sensitive that it sent a wave of conflicting sensations to my brain.

Ring! Ring!