Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 2.5

Hey guys, went a little overboard on this one, probably because the seen played long in my head, not a bad thing writing over 2500 words, 1500 more than my daily goal. I guess if you read it as well, maybe it is bothering me a little with Zack wondering if I had just killed our friendship and it shows in this addition. I mean I know it'll probably be ok soon hopefully, we are hanging out this weekend because he finally has some free time. So, I'll let you know about that, anyways, in the mean time, enjoy.

He pulled away from me, his hand leaving my ass but his fingers still inside of me as he began pulling me with him as he walked towards the garage almost clutching my pelvis like a handle and I could do nothing more than awkwardly follow. If I tried to pull his hand away, I was worried that people would notice, not to mention it was the only thing blocking anyone’s possible view of my pussy. Either way it was still bad, people would either see my exposed vagina or that his hand was two fingers deep into it. With every step his finger pulled out just a little and felt like they pushed in even deeper and to add to the sensation his thumb was right on my clit, rubbing and putting pressure on it to keep a hold of me.

“Carlos, please, please stop,” I didn’t realize how out of breath I was, “I’m going to, I can’t, I’m not allowed to,” I grabbed his wrist with both hands, but didn’t have the strength to pull it away, just hold on to it for dear life.

My legs began to tremble, the fear of punishment was slowly fleeting as I felt the orgasm I was dying for not too long ago once again building. I didn’t care it was my best friend with his fingers in me, or that my neighbor was watching it all happen. My mind slowly forgot of the rest of the world and just the feeling inside of me. An all-consuming feeling that I knew has gotten me into so much trouble up till now, that all reason went out the window as I became orgasm hungry.

“Oh god,” I gasped as Carlos pulled my shirt up over my chest and my hands immediately shot up to try to cover my now exposed breasts, “mmph,” a loud squeal escaped my mouth as he quickly pulled his fingers out of me, then letting go of my shirt and with both hands pulled my leggings right down to my ankles.

I bent over to pull them back up but in one swift move, Carlos grabbed the bottom back of my shirt and pulled it forward, up over my head and down my arms, leaving me completely exposed. I stood up straight in a feeble attempt to cover myself, dreading to look backwards at what was probably a growing crowd watching. My cheeks, my chest, every part of me felt like it was lit up red with embarrassment and I was starting to feel light headed. But I realized there was no cheering, gasps of shock, lewd comments or honking horns and I looked back to see a closed garage door.

I must have been so out of it, I didn’t realize the cold floor of the garage under my bare feet as I walked onto it, or the sound of the door closing. As almost a huge sigh of relief the as the tension left my body I fell down onto my hands and knees in the empty garage. I could only imagine the sight if I had still been outside or the garage door had still been open, the sight of nothing but naked skin from my hair down to the backs of my legs, my pussy involuntarily twitching at the thought.

SLAP!

“Ouch!” the slap and my yelp of pain echoing in the garage as to my shock that Carlos had slapped my ass.

“Turn around and get on your knees slut,” he commanded, the word slut cutting into me and hurting worse than the slap he just gave me, it almost felt like a punch to the gut, knocking the wind out of me, but what caught me off guard next as I turned and got up on my knees was the sound of a zipper being pulled down.

I looked up in shock as I saw Carlos pull out a rather impressively large penis from his shorts and present it in front of me. My mouth gaping open, my eyes wide, I felt like I was in a dream as he grabbed the back of my head by my short hair and guided me forward towards it. Almost like an out of body experience I watched as the tip entered my mouth and slowly slid in without resistance, he pulled my head towards him until my nose was touching his pubic hair and his balls were resting on my chin and sat there with his cock twitching down my throat. I watched as Jim walked behind me, bending over to pull the leggings completely off, now leaving me completely naked, kneeling on the cold, concrete floor.

“I can’t believe what a dirty little cum slut you really were,” he said, pulling back on my hair, pulling me back off of his cock until just the tip was left mockingly inside my mouth, leaving a salt taste on my tongue.

I looked up and the expression on his face had changed again, he looked, upset, hurt, almost crushed, “I can’t believe I had feeling for a whore like you.”

A tear ran down the side of my face and I closed my eyes in shame realizing that he was right, I was a whore and the wetness trickling down my thighs from my body’s arousal was evidence. I opened my eyes, looking back up wishing I could apologize for my behavior, for what he found out about me, but couldn’t get a word out with his dick in my mouth. The next thing I felt was both of his hands at the sides of my head and felt a pressure in my throat as he thrust is dick quick and hard in my mouth and down it.

“Gur, gur, gur,” were the sounds coming out of me as he started fucking my face, hard, fast and deep, almost angrily.

I felt his balls slapping against my chin and my face smushed up against his stomach each time he thrusted in as deep as he could. With each slap I pictured times before this, of us growing up together, when he taught me how to ride his skateboard, studying for a biology test together after school in the library, of us with all of our friends hanging out and smoking together and I wondered if were ever going to be the same ever again. I wasn’t afraid of being seen, or him telling anyone now, I was afraid that our friendship was now over.

My eyes shot wide open as I heard the garage door motor turn on and saw the light from the outside start to show as it raised behind Carlos, almost blinding me. At the same time, I felt Carlos movements start to become erratic and his cock start to twitch, I was once again worried about not only being exposed but being seen sucking cock.

“Are you sure, I’d be happy to help, I’m not that old and helpless,” it was my mother from outside, she was talking to Jim over the fence.

My stomach cramped and I took in a gasp that caused a sudden suction on Carlos’ cock, the last bit of stimulation he needed as I felt him start to cum. Twitching, I could feel him cumming down my throat and while pulling out, into my throat, then my mouth and all over my face, covering me.

“It’s ok, we’re almost done, although I could use her help on a few things tomorrow, if she isn’t too busy,” Jim responded.

“Yeah, she’s been kind of just hanging out lazily around the house, she seems so much more energetic after she goes out with you though, it would be good for her.”

I put my hands over my mouth, afraid that I was about to cough from the cum coating my throat. My throat scratched and burned as I held it in, my eyes tearing up and my chest burning holding it all back. As the pressure became too much, I sealed my lips tight, both hands over my mouth as I coughed causing the cum to shoot through my sinuses and out my nose dribbling over my hands and down my chin, the scent of his spunk now overwhelming my senses.

“I’ll let her know when she gets out of the bathroom!”

“Now what happened here,” Jim said walking back into the garage and I finally was able to clear my throat and cough, cum spilling out of my mouth and onto the floor.

“How rude Magpie, please clean that up,” he said dropping a rag in front of me onto the mess.

I wiped up the cum I had spit up and wiped it off of my face as well, blowing my nose into it trying to clear my sinuses as well.

“Now get, dressed and see you bright and early tomorrow morning, and remember, no orgasms for the rest of the day.”

I put on the leggings and looked around for the shirt not realizing that I had been using it to clean up the mess. It was inside out and when I fixed it and put it on felt the cold, lumpy stickiness set into my bare skin, Carlos watching me intently the whole time causing me to blush once again. I was lucky that the street and sidewalk outside had become empty for I had forgot about it all together as I had dressed.

Carlos walked up to me again with that sad look on his face and I looked back finally able to say, “I’m, sor,” but was cut short as he thrust his fingers back into me and pulled me out of the garage and towards my house, “Carlos, please, I’m,” his fingers dug in deeper, his thumb practically squashing my clit.

This time I wasn’t unable to talk from some intense pleasure, but the intense pain he was causing me. When we got to my front door, he pulled his fingers out looking to put them towards his face looking like he was about to lick them, but then grabbed my throat and squeezed causing my mouth to gasp open and he pushed his fingers over my tongue.

He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “too bad you didn’t come out your window like yesterday, I would have loved to help you in again.”

He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and let go of my throat and walked off around the corner without saying another word or even looking back at me. I turned the knob praying my mom didn’t lock the door and walked back into the house, my mom reading a magazine in the living room and drinking some ice tea.

“Thank you, sweetie,” she said rather suddenly, stopping me in my tracks, “I know it can be tiring sometimes, but you’re so sweet for helping Jim out.”

“It’s ok mom, he’s, family,” I prayed my mom wouldn’t turn around and tried to figure out where and how I could stand in case she did so she wouldn’t see my current state.

“Did he tell you about needing you tomorrow?”

“Yeah and I totally said it was ok, I didn’t have anything planned for tomorrow anyways.”

“Thanks, Hun, maybe your dad and I will take you out for a nice dinner or something for being such a great girl.”

I blushed wondering if she would be thinking the same thing if she knew what was really going on.

“Sounds great mom, I’m going to take another shower, all the dust and heat from the garage got me all messy again.”

“Make sure to wash it all, don’t need a dirty girl in the house,” my mom giggled as I walked back to my room, blushing deeper at the words, dirty girl.

When I got into my room and into the bathroom, I looked to see my current state in the mirror and couldn’t believe how exposed I really was. You could see my nipples practically poking through the material of the shirt and the outline of my breasts and the pale skin of my pussy clearly contrasted against the black leggings almost like it was being highlighted for all to see. I took off the shirt and leggings and couldn’t help myself, the smell of Carlos’ cum still stuck in my nose and the taste on my tongue and began rubbing my wet pussy thinking of what I had just done, or had been done to me.

Ring! Ring!

I tried my best to ignore my phone as my orgasm was starting to build once again and I needed this so badly, at least if I was going to be exposed, used and humiliated, I wanted to at least have some pleasure.

Ring! Ring!

“Please no, I’m so close, just go to voice mail already, leave me alone!”

I was on the very edge when the blinds began to open once again and I ducked down to hide as I realized I was exposed once again.

Ring! Ring!

I crawled back into my room, the blinds open as well, my pussy twitching from being so close to cumming but having to stop and grabbed the phone off of my bed, my arm over my chest covering my breasts.

“Yes!” I answered extremely frustrated and louder than I should have.

“I said no orgasms for the rest of the day,” I looked around and through the window looking for someone watching me, but I couldn’t spot anyone at all.

“I wasn’t, I know, I.”

“Don’t lie princess, or else you’ll be punished much worse if you disobey.”

“I didn’t cum though,” I said almost sounding like a pouty little girl.

“But you wanted to, didn’t you, you were going to against what I told you and thought you were going to get away with it.”

“Yes,” I said sheepishly knowing he was right.

“What was that slut?”

“Yes!” again unable to control the volume of my voice and nervous of any backlash.

“Do it again, and the blinds stay open and your dresser will stay locked,” and with that and a beep, the phone call had ended.

I went back into the bathroom, the blinds closing once again and I turned the shower on to hot soothing water as I stood under the water once again. This time I avoided using the devil loofah and just lathered my body with the body soap not even thinking of the affects it previously had on me. My skin began to tingle and start to feel sensitive but I knew I couldn’t do anything or be left naked and exposed for the rest of the day. It took every bit of my will power not to finger myself right there and cum over and over again. I tried to avoid my pussy but even the suds running between my legs caused the same sensation as the rest of my body. I turned the water cold, hoping it would ease my suffering but instead it made it worse, causing the tingling to intensify.

“Ahhh!” I screamed into my arm so my mom wouldn’t hear me and come in running, but it was my sheer sexual frustration now driving me crazy.

I cleaned the rest of my body, washed and shampooed my hair as fast as I could so I could get out of this torture device and dry off. Once out of the shower and dry, I wrapped the towel around me and laid in my bed, no thankful for the privacy I once took for granted. But it was no better, my skin was tingling all over, the touch of my new sheets teasing every exposed inch of my skin that was touching it, the smell and taste of cum in my brain as well as the images running through my head. I nodded off trying to escape from this sexual hell I was now in and before I fell asleep one thought ran through my head, were Carlos and I still friends?