Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 1.3

[1,000 more words, hopefully I didn't leave it in such an awful place for you guys ;)]

His finger began pulling out of my mouth and I hungrily followed trying to keep it in for as long as possible until it came out with a pop.

“Mmmm,” the moans that were once being stopped by his finger were now coming out, as I continued pleasuring my body.

My fingers driving in deeper and deeper to satisfy my need for ecstasy, my hand roughly groping at my sensitive chest, the chair kneading into the most sensitive spot of my back. I didn’t even notice when the car started moving again and even worse, I had no idea what Jim was doing either. All that mattered was the pleasure coursing through my whole body.

“That’s it Maggie, focus on the pleasure,” I heard him say, a strange tone to his voice that I had never heard from him before, “focus on how good it all feels.”

“Yes, mmmm, it feels so good.”

“If it feels so good, how can it be wrong?”

“Oh god, it’s not, it feels so good, it’s not wrong,” I said between gasps, the words coming out without thought as I was fingering my pussy and rubbing my nipples trying to cum.

“And sex feels good right?”

“Yes, so good, it feels so good,” my eyes now tightly shut under the sunglasses.

“So that can be wrong either, could it?”

“No, I love it!” I wasn’t sure what he was trying to do, all I could do was answer the questions.

“What do you love about it?” Jim said with a grunt.

“I love the feeling, I love being used, I love how intense it is, scary, overpowering, controlling,” words were coming out as if they were fueled by my growing orgasm.

“What do you want right now Maggie?”

“I want to cum, please, can I cum, I want to cum so badly.”

“Tell me, about Georgia, tell me why you did it.”

I froze, the words sunk fear back into me causing a conflict between my mind and my body, but it was different this time, the fear only fueling my lust. My mind started yelling out, no, we can’t tell him, this has to stop, we can’t do this, my body on the other hand screaming for more, more pleasure, more fear, more raw emotions. I think Jim felt my inner conflict as I felt the car come to a stop once again and his hand resting on my knee. He started rubbing his hand along my knee, tensing every so often from something I could only imagine he was doing. I think he was stroking his cock, that he no longer could take what I was doing and had to find some relief himself.

“I wanted to be fucked, I didn’t want to be the innocent little girl everyone saw me as, I wanted faceless, nameless cocks to make me their slut,” the idea of Jim masturbating next to me and how much I was turning him on was turning me on even more, “their warm, hard cocks penetrating my every hole, filling my insides with their cum, it was what I always dreamed of!”

“What does that make you Maggie?”

“Please, I’m so close, I need to cum, please Uncle Jim, can I cum?” I was desperate now, for some reason needing his permission to finally find release.

“What does that make you princess?”

“A slut! A cock craving, cock addicting slut!”

I felt him lean over and put his hand behind the back of my head and his mouth by my ear, “you can cum now.”

That was the permission my body had been waiting for as the flood gates were thrown open and the orgasm began gushing out between my legs, I was cumming harder than I ever had before by my own hands and with the sudden intense sensation like being shot out of the barrel of a gun, I felt his lips on mine. Uncle Jim was kissing me and the only thing I could think to do was kiss back. His tongue slowly slipping into my mouth as it felt like I was having one orgasm after another, our tongues massaging each other as my whole body was tensing and shaking. If the sunglasses weren’t on, I swear he would have seen my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I didn’t know how much longer I was going to be able to withstand this unbridled orgasm before passing out.

When he finally stopped kissing me and withdrew back into his seat, I heard him giggle, “that looked intense Magpie, looks like you enjoyed yourself after all.”

I was a mess, and didn’t know if this was all the orgasm or if I had peed myself gushing the way I did. My body slumped down into the chair, the massager turned off just leaving the warm relaxing heat. The orgasm was so intense that the aftermath left my body in very sensitive state, every so often my muscles would tense and I would shake all over like aftershocks from an earthquake, but instead of aftershocks they were smaller orgasms. A finger found its way to the bottom of my quaking pussy and traced its way up my sensitive slit scooping up my juices as it went and then vanished as soon as it appeared.

“Mmmm, delicious,” but I think it’s my turn now, “come on sweet girl, it’s only fair.”

In a daze my body went to autopilot as I slowly lifted myself and leaned over towards him. My arms week gave out causing me to fall face first into his chest.

“Looks like that orgasm took a lot out of you.”

It wasn’t just the orgasm, it was the roller-coaster of emotions, the sudden revelations, not to mention the rest of the day, being a stripper, the multiple orgasm from before, being gangbanged and the ride home. My mind was starting to wake again, for a moment, but feeling the panic start to grow I felt myself push it back down as I put a hand on Jim’s face and kissed him, this time starting it myself.