Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 3.1

Now I’d like to tell you I took a great nap and I felt wonderful and refreshed when I woke up in time for a nice dinner with my family, but I would have been majorly lying. Imagine, needing to be touched, that every inch of your skin is begging for someone to stroke it, grab it, spank it, anything. That you’re so horny that even the cucumber cut up for your side salad looked like a godsend from heaven to satisfy that itch deep inside of you. That you would rip off your clothes and masturbate no matter what the consequence to get the release you were dying for. Or even worse, have someone rip off all of your clothes and take you in every way.

I got out of bed with every move feeling like agony, sensually torturing me, I was lucky enough to have a pair of my usual pajamas in the unlocked drawer, a pair of running shorts and a tank top, but still no sign of any underwear to wear and I knew dinner was going to be an embarrassing nightmare.

“Dinner Maggie, your father wanted hot dogs, so get some before they get cold!”

Perfect, my parents made some hot wieners for dinner. I don’t know what felt more awkward about eating with my parents tonight, the fact that my nipples wouldn’t stop getting hard or that it felt like my pussy wouldn’t stop leaking with practically nothing to contain it. I worried every second that they could clearly see how hard my nipples were, the fact I wasn’t wearing a bra or that they could smell my arousal. Also, how self-conscious I felt putting a phallic shaped meat stick into my mouth and remembering that Carlos was the last meat stick I had only hours earlier.

The image was burned into my brain and the feeling of the warm, thick, hard, hot dog over my tongue was starting to turn me on. I closed my eyes as I pictured Carlos fucking my mouth again, pushing the dog deeper. My other hand tracing the top of my leg up my loose running shorts to my pantiless crotch. The dog practically touching the back of my throat as a finger finally made contact with my pussy.

“Mmmm,” I moan muffled by the food in my mouth.

“It’s not that good princess,” my father suddenly spoke out.

My eyes opened wide realizing where I was and what I was down, I bit down and started chewing on the hot dog, my mouth filled with so much food that my cheeks were practically puffing out like a chipmunk and I quickly withdrew my hand from my shorts. I tried my best to smile as I looked at my father and took a drink to help me swallow down what was in my mouth nearly choking as I did.

“I just, completely forgot to eat today, and, and, food is just so amazing when you’re hungry, isn’t it dad?”

My dad’s phone beeped and he went to check it, my mom shooting him a look of disapproval knowing she hated him bringing work to the table when we were doing things as a family. I watched as he had a strange look while checking his phone, and a feeling came over me as if my stomach clenched and I knew something was very wrong.

“Something wrong dad?” unable to hide the sound of concern in my voice.

“Just some spam that got into my inbox somehow.”

“Really? Someone trying to sell you car insurance or we won a free trip to Hawaii?” I said with a giggle trying to play off my worry.

“Honestly, some disgusting adult stuff, Gloryhole Girls of Georgia, whatever that means, just outright disgusting if you ask me.”

I started to blush, was I on the cover, or one of the pictures in the email, was this a website or video, was I in it, or was this some kind of message, a threat, did my dad possibly know? I started to turn red, out of embarrassment, fear, my face flushed red from the thought that I was just exposed and what could happen next.

“And deleted,” my dad said as he put his phone back onto the table and I almost felt a huge sigh of relief as he did.

I couldn’t shake the feeling though that this was some kind of message to me, it was way too coincidental and specific to be anything else. With my body so aroused, my mind could only think of dark and dirty thoughts, trying to picture what the email could have looked like, of pictures of me naked and blindfolded in a video booth propped up between two walls, my unmasked face covered in cum and the look of orgasmic bliss while being fucked from behind. Oh, to orgasm, to cum, to be fucked, I’d give anything for that right now, to have a nice thick cock inside of me giving me pleasure. I could feel my pussy lips trembling at the thought of being penetrated, and for some reason I started to think about the first time I felt Benjamin’s huge cock enter me. As he teased and tortured me, slowly sliding in all 9 inches of his thick, juicy penis into my tiny little pussy.

It was getting hard to breath, I could feel my heart beating like crazy, the warmth between my legs like a furnace, the wetness trickling out of me like a faucet, my nipples almost straining as they were so hard that it hurt.

“Excuse me, just need to use the rest room,” I stood up and speedily walked towards my room and the bathroom, this growing feeling almost scaring me as I shut the door behind me entering my room and again with the door to my bathroom, hoping the doors would muffle any noise I was about to make.

I turned on the sink with the water as cold as it would go, hoping a splash of cold water would bring me back to reality but my hands and legs were trembling, and I could feel it growing inside of me. I was about to cum without even touching myself and nothing I was doing was stopping it.

“What is it that guys do to, last longer, to turn themselves off,” I was so desperate I was now talking to myself.

Martha Stewart, old guys with wrinkly bodies, teddy bears, baseball bats, trying to picture all of these non-sexual things in my mind hoping to stop myself from coming but all I could think about was a baseball bat like dick fucking me from behind.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

I heard my phone and I had a pretty good idea who it was and ran into my room to answer it.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s happening, I can’t stop it, I can’t control it, please don’t punish me, I promise I’m not doing this on purpose,” I pleaded into the phone desperate to not be punished, desperate for mercy.

“Strip,” was the only word that came out of the phone and I did it without question, putting the phone on the bed, peeling my shirt off and throwing it to the floor, my damp shorts as well but my body still felt warmer than ever even while naked.

I picked the phone back up off of the bed, “stripped…Sir.”

“Lay down.”

I laid down eagerly on top of my bed, “done, Sir.”

“Tell me what you are feeling.”

I blushed but the words came out like I had a secret I needed to tell before it burst inside of me, “I feel like I’m going to cum, my body is on fire, my skin is so sensitive, my pussy is begging for attention so much that it almost hurts and it almost feels like I’m being,” I paused thinking the next word I was about to say was going to make me sound crazy, “fucked.”

“What has you so turned on my little princess?”

“This morning, Carlos’ cock, the leggings, him fucking me, Georgia, gloryholes, Benjamin’s perfect cock destroying my pussy,” I bit my lip moaning as I talked, my body almost stimulating itself on its own knowing what it very well needed, causing me to squirm on my bed.

“Please, please, I need to cum, I can’t fight it, I can’t hold back any longer.”