Maggie Hill

Maggie’s Shorts Ch. 2 – Amateur Night

Maggie stood in front of the mirror, taking one last look at herself before she left the house. She had spent hours getting ready - doing her hair and makeup just right, picking out the perfect outfit. She wanted to make a good impression. This was something she had been planning for weeks, and now that the night was finally here, she could barely contain her excitement.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Going out to amateur night at the strip club was a new experience for her, and she didn't know what to expect. But ever since she had first thought of doing it, the idea had consumed her. It excited her in ways that were hard to explain.

She glanced at the clock on the wall and realized that if she didn't leave soon, she would be late. Grabbing her coat off the bed, she slipped it on and made sure everything was in order before heading out the door.

The drive to the club felt like it took forever even though it was only a few miles from her apartment. Her mind raced with thoughts of what might happen tonight as she navigated through traffic.

As she pulled into the parking lot of The Silver Slipper, Maggie's heart started pounding in her chest again. Taking another deep breath, she tried to calm herself down before going inside.

Once inside, Maggie made her way to a table near the back of the room where several other women sat chatting nervously amongst themselves. Some wore masks just like hers - probably living out fantasies as well or needing to make some extra money without the whole town knowing.

As they waited for their turn on stage, they watched as one woman after another performed for the crowd. Some were obviously experienced dancers while others stumbled awkwardly through their routines.

Finally, it was Maggie's turn. She stood up and walked toward the stage with confidence now that came from watching so many others perform before her.

When Maggie stepped onto stage and looked out at the crowd, all of her confidence vanished. The room was nearly full, and she could feel every eye in the place on her as she started to panic.

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to start moving to the music despite her nerves. With each step, Maggie gained a little more confidence until soon she was moving across the stage like a professional.

As she slowly stripped off her clothes, tossing them one by one into the crowd, Maggie felt an incredible rush of excitement. She had never felt so free and alive as she did in that moment - completely naked and vulnerable yet in complete control of everyone's attention.

By the time Maggie was down to just her panties and bra, she noticed that there were more than just dollar bills being thrown onto the stage. Several men from the audience had moved closer and were giving her their full attention as their eyes locked on hers.

The sight of those men scanning every inch of her body like noone ever had before had her turned Maggie on more than anything ever had before. She could feel her pussy getting wetter by the second as desire coursed through her body.

Suddenly unable to resist any longer, Maggie reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She tossed it into the crowd then reached down and slid off her panties before anyone could stop her.

Now completely nude for all to see, Maggie spread her legs wide open and ran a finger along her slick slit. The moan that escaped from her lips was loud enough for everyone in the room to hear as she slipped a finger inside herself.

Maggie didn't hold back as she masturbated on stage in front of a room full of strangers. She fucked herself with two fingers while using her other hand to tease and pinch at one hard nipple.

Loud cries of pleasure filled the air as Maggie brought herself closer and closer to orgasm. She could see people in the crowd scrambling for their wallets as they desperately searched for more money to throw onto the stage.

With one final, hard thrust of her fingers, Maggie felt herself go over the edge. Her body quivered and shook as she came hard, drenching the stage in her juices while howling with pleasure.

When her orgasm finally subsided, Maggie collapsed onto the floor in a sweaty, panting heap. The room was filled with applause and cheers as people showered her with money - not just singles either but fives, tens and even a few twenties.

Lying there on the stage, covered in sweat and still trembling from her powerful orgasm, Maggie realized that she had never been happier or more fulfilled than she was in that moment.

Maggie woke up some time later to find herself lying on a couch in the back room of the club. She sat up quickly and looked around in alarm before realizing that she was alone.

She stood up cautiously and grabbed her coat off a nearby chair. As she slipped it on, something caught her eye out of place on a table across the room.

Walking over to investigate further, Maggie let out a gasp when she saw what it was. There sitting on top of an envelope containing all of the cash from earlier was her mask.

Picking it up gently, Maggie turned it over in her hands and wondered how it got here. She had no memory of taking it off after performing or leaving it behind like this.

As she stood there pondering this mystery, Maggie couldn't help but smile as memories of what happened earlier came flooding back into mind. It had been an incredible night unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

Leaving the mask behind for now along with all thoughts of who might have seen her perform tonight; She made sure to grab both envelopes containing all the money off the table before heading out through a side door so no one would see if she happened to be recognized by anyone left lingering outside the club.

Once safely inside her car, Maggie let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. She felt a mix of emotions - excitement, embarrassment, and a little bit of fear about what might happen next.

Driving home in the dark, Maggie couldn't help but smile as she thought about the events of this evening. It was something she would never forget - that was for sure. And who knows? Maybe one day she would do it again.

Maggie’s Shorts Ch. 01 – A Walk to Remember

Maggie tossed and turned in her bed, the stifling heat making it impossible for her to find any respite or sleep. The air conditioning in her house had broken down, just like everything else seemed to be going wrong in her life lately. She groaned in frustration and threw the covers off her naked body, deciding she needed some fresh air to clear her head.

It was still the early hours of the morning, with the sun yet to rise and the world around her still shrouded in darkness. Maggie tiptoed out of her room and made her way downstairs, careful not to wake up anyone else in the house. She paused in front of the front door, considering for a moment before coming to a decision. With a mischievous smile on her face, she swung open the door and stepped outside completely naked.

The cool night air felt refreshing against Maggie's bare skin as she walked down the street. It was exhilarating to be out in public without a stitch of clothing on, something she would never have dared to do under normal circumstances. But with no one else around at this hour, she felt safe enough to indulge in this secret fantasy.

As Maggie made her way towards the park a few blocks away from her house, an idea began forming in the back of her mind. Her sexual frustration had been building up over the past few weeks, exacerbated by recent events that had left her feeling empty and unsatisfied. And now, with adrenaline coursing through her veins as a result of this late-night escapade, it seemed like the perfect time to give herself some much-needed release.

She entered the park cautiously and scanned her surroundings; there was no one else in sight. Taking a deep breath, Maggie walked over to an empty bench situated underneath a large oak tree and sat down. She spread her legs wide apart and ran one hand along the inside of her thigh while using the other to caress her breasts, teasing her hardened nipples.

Maggie's touch was light and gentle at first, but as the heat between her legs intensified, so did her need for more. Her fingers traveled lower, parting the folds of her slick pussy and circling around her swollen clit. She let out a soft moan, lost in the pleasure coursing through her body.

Unbeknownst to Maggie, she was no longer alone in the park. A man had been watching her from the shadows since she first entered. He couldn't believe his luck when he saw a naked woman walk down the street and into the park in the middle of the night. He had intended to remain hidden and enjoy the show from afar, but as he watched Maggie pleasure herself on the bench, an insatiable desire overcame him. He stepped out from behind a tree and approached her slowly.

Maggie's eyes fluttered shut as she continued to stroke herself with increasing urgency. The tension inside her was building to unbearable levels, and she could feel herself on the precipice of an intense orgasm. She let out a low moan of frustration when suddenly, a deep voice spoke up from right next to her.

"You like putting on a show for strangers?"

Startled, Maggie's eyes snapped open and she turned towards the source of the voice. Standing there just mere feet away was a tall, muscular man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Despite being caught off guard by his sudden appearance, Maggie couldn't help but notice that his gaze was fixed on her glistening pussy.

"I... I didn't think anyone else was here," she stammered out, unsure how to react or what this stranger's intentions were.

The man took a step closer and smirked at Maggie's response. "Well now you know better."

He reached out one hand tentatively towards Maggie's naked body; it hovered in the air for a moment, waiting for her approval or rejection. Much to his surprise, she didn't flinch away or protest at his touch. Encouraged by this silent permission, he let his hand continue its journey until it was cupping one of her breasts.

Maggie's breath caught in her throat as the man squeezed and kneaded her soft flesh, his thumb grazing over her sensitive nipple. She arched her back in response and let out a low moan, feeling a surge of desire course through her body at this stranger's touch.

"I think you need more than just your own hand," the man said huskily, his voice filled with the promise of pleasure.

Without waiting for Maggie's response, he dropped to his knees in front of her and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue flicked out against her swollen clit, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her body. Maggie gasped and clutched onto the edge of the bench for support as he continued to lap at her pussy with expert precision.

The man's strong hands gripped Maggie's hips tightly as he devoured her with single-minded focus. He alternated between swirling his tongue around her sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking it gently into his mouth, all while two fingers slid inside her dripping wet cunt to fuck her relentlessly.

Maggie's moans grew louder and more desperate as she neared the edge; it felt like every nerve ending in her body was on fire. The combination of this stranger's skilled tongue and fingers was pushing her closer and closer to the brink of an earth-shattering orgasm.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, the man abruptly stood up and took a step back. Maggie whimpered at the loss of contact and looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Turn around," he commanded roughly.

Confused but eager to please, Maggie did as she was told and bent over the bench, presenting her naked ass to this stranger. She shivered in anticipation as she felt his strong hands grip her hips once more, holding her firmly in place.

The man positioned himself behind her and lined up his cock with her dripping wet slit. With one swift motion, he thrust forward and buried himself deep inside her. Maggie cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as she stretched to accommodate his thick length, filling every inch of her.

The man's thrusts were rough and urgent from the very beginning, driven by a primal need to claim this mysterious woman as his own. He fucked Maggie hard and fast, each powerful stroke pushing her closer to the edge once again. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the air along with Maggie's moans of ecstasy.

She reached down between her legs and began circling her clit with two fingers, desperate for that extra stimulation to tip her over into blissful release. It didn't take long before she found what she was looking for; a second earth-shattering orgasm ripped through her body like a tidal wave, crashing down on them both in a torrent of pleasure.

Feeling Maggie's pussy clenching tightly around him as she came undone pushed the man past the point of no return as well. He groaned loudly and buried himself deep inside her one final time as he spilled his hot cum, marking her as his in that moment of shared passion.

Their bodies quivered together as they rode out the aftershocks of their simultaneous climax. When their breathing finally slowed down somewhat, the man pulled out gently and helped Maggie to stand up straight again. They turned towards each other, their eyes meeting for the first time since this intense encounter had begun.

There was an unspoken understanding between them; whatever had just happened here was purely physical, born out of mutual lust and desire for release. And yet... there was something else lingering in the air, a connection that went beyond the physical. Maggie couldn't put it into words, but in that moment, she felt seen and understood in a way she never had before.

"You should probably get some clothes on," the man said with a smirk, gesturing towards her naked body.

“Oh, um, I didn’t have any clothes with me in the first place,” she looked down blushing in embarrassment.

Maggie was suddenly aware of how vulnerable and exposed she still was. She watched as the man collected his own clothes from where they had been discarded on the ground and began dressing himself.

As Maggie stood up unsure of what to do next, an arm over her bare breasts, she couldn't help but wonder who this man was and what his story might be. But before she could gather up the courage to ask him, he turned towards her one last time with an enigmatic smile.

"Until next time," he said simply before disappearing into the darkness once more.

Maggie stood there for a moment, trying to process everything that had just happened. She felt a mix of emotions swirling inside her; excitement at the prospect of future encounters like this one and uncertainty about what it all meant. But above all else, there was one thing she knew for sure: this night would be etched forever in her memory as one of pure freedom and unbridled passion.

Maggie's Library Fantasy

It was late at night and the college library was mostly empty. Maggie had the sudden realization that this was the perfect opportunity to live out one of her deepest, kinkiest fantasies. She had always been aroused by the idea of being watched, but had never found the courage or opportunity to make it a reality.

As she made her way to the third floor of the library, a thrill ran through her body. Her heart raced with anticipation as she found a secluded spot amongst the bookshelves. The dim lighting and quiet atmosphere only added to her excitement.

With trembling hands, Maggie began to undress. She slowly peeled off her clothes, savoring each moment as she revealed more and more of her naked body. Her skin tingled with arousal as cool air caressed her bare flesh.

Once completely nude, Maggie laid out her clothes on a nearby desk with meticulous care. She wanted everything to be just right for this intimate act of exhibitionism.

Positioning herself in front of the desk, Maggie spread her legs wide and began to explore her own body. Her fingers traced over every curve and crevice, lingering on all the places that made her moan with pleasure.

Her touch grew bolder as she focused on her most sensitive areas. She pinched and pulled at her nipples until they were hard and swollen, then trailed a path with her nails down from her breasts to between her thighs.

Maggie's pussy was already dripping wet with desire. She sighed in ecstasy as she ran a finger along her slick slit, teasing herself just enough to make the anticipation unbearable.

Needing more intense stimulation, Maggie reached into her backpack and pulled out a small vibrator she had purchased earlier in the semester. It was taboo going to an adult store but thrilling keeping this little secret in case she ever got up enough nerve for tonight's adventure.

She turned on the vibrator and pressed it against her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her moans grew louder as she moved the vibrator in slow circles, bringing herself closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

Just as Maggie was about to tip over into ecstasy, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Startled, she turned her head and realized she was no longer alone.

Peering back at her from behind a bookshelf was a man. He watched her intently, his gaze filled with hunger and desire. Maggie's heart skipped a beat as she realized that she was being watched.

In that moment, all her fantasies came flooding back. The thought of this stranger witnessing her most intimate act sent a surge of adrenaline through her veins, intensifying every sensation in her body.

Determined not to let this opportunity slip away, Maggie spun around and locked eyes with the man and brought herself to the edge once again. She teased and tormented her clit with the vibrator until she could feel the first ripples of orgasm building deep within.

As pleasure surged through her body, Maggie let go of any inhibitions and gave in completely to the overwhelming waves of ecstasy. She moaned and writhed on the floor, lost in a sea of pure bliss.

When she finally came down from her orgasmic high, Maggie looked up at the man who had been watching her so intently. But before she could say anything her body felt drained and she laid completely on the floor.

She felt a mixture of embarrassment and excitement when he casually strolled up after they made eye contact for several seconds... He looked down at where she still lay on the floor, breathless and flushed from pleasure. Then he pulled out his phone and showed it to Maggie; he had been recording their entire encounter...

Maggie's eyes widened in shock as she realized what he had done. A blush spread across her cheeks as a rush of humiliation washed over her... But underneath that humiliation lingered a sense of undeniable arousal.

The man crouched down beside her and slipped a finger inside her dripping pussy, causing a shiver to run through Maggie's body. He brought his finger to his lips and tasted her essence, savoring the flavor with a look of pure satisfaction.

"Thank you for the show," he said in a low, seductive voice. Then he got up, put his phone in his pocket and walked away without another word...

Maggie was left on the floor, naked and exposed, her body still tingling from the combined sensations of orgasm and humiliation. She knew that she should feel angry or violated but instead all she felt was an overwhelming desire to chase after him... But as quickly as he appeared in front of her that man disappeared into thin air leaving Maggie alone with nothing but the memory of this once-in-a-lifetime experience...

Maggie's Hazing Begins

[So in writing this I think I figured out what the next book is going to be, Maggie finally goes to college. But to her mother asks her for one thing, since she never felt like she had many friends her mom wants her to join a sorority, more specifically the one she went to in college.]

Maggie had always dreamed of being part of a sorority. The sisterhood, the parties, the sense of belonging—it all appealed to her. So when she received a bid to join one of the most prestigious sororities on campus, she was over the moon.

But being a pledge was hard work. She was constantly running errands, cleaning up after the sisters, and doing whatever else was asked of her. Maggie didn't mind though; she knew she had to prove herself if she wanted to be accepted into the sisterhood.

One day, as Maggie was returning from class, she found an envelope tucked into her backpack. Confused, she opened it and pulled out a note.

"Congratulations on making it this far in your pledge journey," the note read. "Your first task is to meet me on the top floor of the library tonight at 9 pm."

Maggie's heart raced with excitement. This must be it—the task that would prove her dedication and earn her a spot in the sorority.

That evening, Maggie arrived at the library nervous but eager. She made her way up to the top floor and looked around for whoever had left her the note. After a few minutes, a girl with long blonde hair approached her.

"You must be Maggie," the girl said with a smile. "I'm Emily. I have something for you."

Emily handed Maggie another envelope and instructed her to strip naked and hand over all of her clothes and belongings except for her phone.

"What am I supposed to do if someone sees me?" Maggie asked nervously.

"Just act natural," Emily replied with a shrug. "You'll get your next instructions once you've completed this task."

Reluctantly, Maggie began peeling off her clothes until she stood completely naked before Emily. She felt exposed and vulnerable but trusted that this was all part of becoming a sister.

Handing over her clothes and personal items, Maggie held onto her phone and watched as Emily left her naked in the library.

She opened the envelope and read the message, "Good job," it read, “now, I want you to make your way back to your dorm, but there's a catch. I've hidden a few articles of clothing around the library that you'll need in order to make it back without getting caught. Find them and put them on as quickly as possible."

Maggie's eyes widened at the thought of having to wander through the library naked.

"Oh, and one more thing," the note continued, "I've also hidden a few sex toys around the library. If you find them and take pictures of yourself using them, you'll get some extra credit."

Maggie blushed at the thought but felt a pang of arousal deep inside her. She didn't have time to dwell on it though as she read through the rest of the instructions.

With a nervous smile , Maggie set off into the library in search of both clothing and hidden sex toys.

As she tiptoed through the aisles trying not to draw attention to herself, Maggie couldn't help but feel excited by the thrill of being naked in such a public place.

After what felt like an eternity of searching, Maggie finally found a pair of shoes tucked under one of the study carrels. She quickly slipped them on before continuing her search.

As she moved from section to section, Maggie couldn't shake off the growing tension between her legs. The combination of excitement and fear had left her incredibly turned on and luckily she found a big purple dildo which she hoped was left their for her and not some random girl forgot to bring it home with her.

Unable to resist any longer, Maggie sank down onto one of the chairs in a remote corner of the library. She spread her legs wide apart and began teasing herself with one it while holding her phone in the other.

The tip danced across her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She moaned softly and snapped a picture, just as she heard a familiar sound.

Startled, Maggie looked up and realized that a couple had been going at it just a couple of aisles over. The woman was on her knees, giving her partner a blowjob while Maggie had been pleasuring herself just a few feet away.

Aroused, Maggie quickly slipped the dildo inside of her as she watched, crouched and hidden from view. She watched as the girl expertly took his impressively large cock without issue and all Maggie could think about was how it must have felt.

Remembering to take a picture, she pulled out her phone framing her and showing the dildo half inside of her and trying to get the couple in the background, but with a sudden click of her phone realized it was loud enough to get their attention.

“Shit, did you hear something,” the girl said, the guy grabbing her head and guiding her back to her cock.

“You’re just imagining shit,” was all he said with his hands pulling her head back down on him.

Maggie almost had a heart-attack, hiding behind the shelves almost have gotten caught, she didn’t know what to do now, either finish or sneak off worried she may get caught.

Maggie froze in place, her heart pounding in her chest as she listened to the oblivious couple continue their passionate encounter. She watched as the girl deep-throated the guy's cock, her eyes watering as he pushed himself further into her mouth.

The sight was incredibly arousing, and Maggie couldn't resist the temptation any longer. Gripping the dildo tightly, she began to fuck herself with desperate abandon. The moans and slurping sounds from the couple masked her own pleasure-filled cries as she thrust the toy deeper and faster into her dripping pussy.

She angled her phone again, trying to capture a photo that included both herself and the couple in the background. With another loud click of the camera, panic surged through Maggie once more. The guy's head shot up at the sound, his gaze scanning the library.

Maggie held her breath, praying that they wouldn't spot her. After a few tense moments, he shrugged and pulled the girl's head back down onto his cock.

"Probably just someone dropping a book," he said dismissively.

As relief washed over Maggie, she realized that she was on the brink of orgasm. The combination of fear, excitement, and voyeurism had pushed her right to edge. With one final thrust of the dildo, she let out a muffled scream of pleasure as she came hard.

Panting and flushed from both embarrassment and satisfaction Maggie gathered herself together quickly before getting caught and hid behind some shelves until they left, leaving the dildo in the shelves not wanting to be caught with it.

After a few minutes had passed since they left Maggie continued on with fervor now even more determined than ever thinking about what would happen if actually got caught by security or worse what if someone else were still around but just unseen.

With each step causing ripples throughout her naked body like a tsunami on naked shores adding to this eroticism when suddenly she heard footsteps coming from behind then FUCKK

Maggie's heart raced as she heard the footsteps approaching from behind. She quickly darted behind a nearby shelf, her naked body pressed tightly against the cold metal.

The sound of the footsteps grew louder and she could tell that it was only one person. Panic washed over her as she tried to think of a plan. Should she try to hide or make a run for it? Before she could decide, a security guard rounded the corner.

Maggie held her breath as he walked past, scanning the area with his flashlight. She prayed that he wouldn't notice her, but luck wasn't on her side. The beam of light swept across the shelves and landed on Maggie's frozen form.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" the security guard said with a smirk.

Maggie felt a mix of embarrassment and fear as she stood completely exposed before him. She covered her breasts with one arm and used her other hand to shield her bare pussy.

"Looks like you're in quite the predicament," he continued, his eyes scanning over her naked body. "What would possess someone to be wandering around the library without any clothes on?"

"I-I'm doing a pledge task for my sorority," Maggie stammered. "Someone hid my clothes and told me to find them."

The security guard chuckled at her explanation. He took a step closer and Maggie could see that he was enjoying this way too much.

"Well, I can't just let you wander around naked," he said with a sly grin. "But I think we can come up with a solution."

Before Maggie could respond, the security guard reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He dialed a number and put it on speakerphone.

"Hey Derek, you won't believe what I just found in the library," he said gleefully.

Maggie blushed crimson as she listened to him explain the situation. She had no idea who

Derek was, but she prayed that he wasn't going to make this any worse.

"Yep," the security guard continued, "a naked sorority pledge. I figure we should give her a proper initiation, don't you?"

Maggie's eyes widened in shock as she heard Derek's laugh come through the speaker. It seemed like these guys were about to have some fun at her expense.

The security guard ended the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket. There was a mischievous glint in his eye as he looked at Maggie.

"Well, it looks like you'll be getting your next instructions from Derek," he said. "He's going to love this."

Maggie's mind raced with worry. What were they planning to do with her? She had already been humiliated and aroused beyond belief, but it seemed like things were about to get even more intense.

Just then, Maggie's own phone buzzed in her hand. She glanced down and saw that she had received a new text message. It was from an unknown number.

"Drop your hands and turn around slowly."

Maggie hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether or not to comply. Then she felt the security guard's firm hand on her shoulder, urging her to do as instructed.

With a deep breath, Maggie lowered her hands and turned around slowly so that she was facing away from the security guard.

"Good girl," said the security guard with a little shock in his voice and a whole lot of lust. "nice, young and fresh."

Maggie bit her lip nervously as she listened to his command. This was getting more intense by the minute. But deep down inside of her something made this kink side of herself excited and eager of what would happen next.

As soon as Maggie turned and faced the security guard, a shiver ran through her. She felt his gaze on her naked body. The air crackled with anticipation as she waited for Derek's next command.

"Oh, and one more thing," Derek's voice came through the speakerphone. "I want you to give my friend a little show before you go."

Maggie's eyes widened in surprise at the additional instruction. She glanced at the security guard, who was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Derek always knows how to make things interesting," he said with a chuckle.

Maggie blushed deeply, feeling both embarrassed and turned on by the situation. She took a deep breath and tried to gather her courage.

"What kind of show?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

The security guard stepped closer to her, his presence towering over her naked form.

"Well," he said in a low voice, "how about you get down on your knees and show me how good you are with your mouth?"

Maggie's heart raced at his words. She had never done anything like this before, but something about the way he commanded her made her eager to comply.

"Go on then," he said impatiently when she didn't move right away. "Don't keep me waiting."

Feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement, Maggie slowly dropped to her knees in front of him. His cock sprang free from his pants, already hard and throbbing with anticipation.

"Show me what you can do," he said, gripping his shaft firmly in his hand.

Maggie hesitated for a moment before tentatively reaching out with one hand to touch him. She wrapped her fingers around his girthy length and gave it an experimental stroke. He let out a low groan of pleasure at her touch.

"That's it," he encouraged. "Take me in your mouth."

With a newfound confidence, Maggie leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the sensitive head of his cock. She could taste his pre-cum on her tongue, a salty and musky flavor that only heightened her arousal.

Encouraged by his reaction, she took him into her mouth, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed in her warm and wet cavern. She could feel him throbbing against her tongue as she began to bob her head up and down, taking him deeper with each motion.

The security guard let out a guttural moan of pleasure as Maggie expertly sucked his cock. Her nakedness only amplified the eroticism of the moment, as she knelt before him like his own personal sex slave.

As she continued to suck him off, Maggie could feel her own arousal building between her legs. The forbidden thrill of this act sent waves of desire coursing through her body. She was so wet and needy that it was almost unbearable.

But just as she was getting lost in the rhythm of giving him head, a sharp slap on her ass brought her back to reality.

"None of that," the security guard said sternly. "This is all about pleasing me."

Maggie blushed at the reprimand but nodded obediently. She focused all of her attention on pleasuring him with her mouth and tongue, determined to make him cum.

With each flick of her tongue and suckle of his length, Maggie could feel him getting closer to the edge. His moans grew louder and more urgent as he thrust his hips forward, fucking her mouth with increasing fervor.

Then, with a deep groan, he exploded in ecstasy. Hot spurts of his seed filled Maggie's mouth as she eagerly swallowed every drop. She continued to milk him with gentle strokes until he was completely spent.

"Good girl," he said approvingly once he had finally calmed down. "Now, stand up and let's get you on your way."

Maggie slowly rose to her feet, feeling a mixture of pride and satisfaction. She had just given a complete stranger a mind-blowing blowjob and he had loved every second of it.

As she stood there, basking in the afterglow, the security guard reached into his pocket and pulled out a small keycard.

"Here," he said, handing it to her. "This will get you back into your dorm building. And don't worry, I won't turn off the cameras until you're safely inside."

Maggie took the keycard with gratitude. She was relieved that they weren't going to leave her completely stranded.

"Thank you," she said sincerely. "I appreciate your help...and your show."

The security guard grinned at her cheekily.

"Anytime," he said with a wink. "Just make sure you return the favor next time."

With that final teasing comment, Maggie turned and hurriedly made her way out of the library. The cool night air felt refreshing on her naked skin as she practically sprinted across campus back to her dorm building.

Once she was inside, she used the keycard to gain access and then made her way upstairs to her room.

Maggie's Bikini-less Adventure

[So I have writers block and someone suggested just write, write about anything, so lately I've just been writing events and fantasies that have popped into my head and the interest and arousal really fuels me, this is one of the first I've done since I was pulling my hair out in frustration.]

Maggie stood at the edge of the public pool, the summer sun beating down on her skin. The cool blue water glistened invitingly as she watched the other swimmers splashing and playing.

She was eager to dive in, seeking relief from the scorching heat that made her skin feel like it was melting. But first, she had to untangle her pink bikini straps that had twisted up during a hasty bathroom break.

Once freed, Maggie slipped into the water with a sigh of contentment. She swam laps back and forth, reveling in the weightlessness and freedom that came with each stroke.

But as Maggie flipped to swim another lap, she felt an odd sensation. Glancing down through her goggles, she realized with a panicked jolt that her bikini bottom had come undone and was floating away from her with each kick.

Maggie’s heart raced as embarrassment washed over her. She quickly surfaced and looked around for any sign of her missing bikini bottom but saw nothing.

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath. “How did this even happen?”

She sheepishly swam to the edge of the pool and pulled herself out, trying to cover what remained of her modesty with crossed arms.

Maggie surveyed the area for any sign of help or salvation. A lifeguard sat at his post across from her, completely oblivious to her predicament. Other swimmers played and chatted amongst themselves, none paying attention to Maggie’s plight.

“I can’t believe this,” she murmured in frustration. “How am I going to get home like this?”

The walk from the pool entrance to Maggie’s car would be awkward enough without adding nudity into the mix. And there was no way she could call anyone for help; all of her friends were either working or out of town for summer vacation.

As panic threatened to consume Maggie’s thoughts, something unexpected happened: arousal surged through her body.

The combination of vulnerability and embarrassment awakened something inside of her. She felt a tingle between her legs, a warmth that spread through her as the realization sank in: she was turned on by the predicament.

Maggie’s mind flooded with dirty thoughts. She imagined being discovered by a stranger who would take advantage of her helplessness, using their hands or mouth to explore every inch of her exposed body.

The fantasy sent shivers down Maggie’s spine and caused her nipples to harden against the fabric of her bikini top. The heat radiating from her core intensified as she contemplated what might happen if someone were to notice that she was naked from the waist down.

The thought both excited and terrified Maggie, but she couldn’t deny the arousal coursing through her veins. With a shaky breath, she made a decision: she would embrace the thrill and let it guide her home.

Maggie grabbed her bag from beside the pool and stepped into a pair of flip-flops, uncaring about how ridiculous she looked trying to cover herself with crossed arms while walking. The fabric of her bikini top brushed against her erect nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her pussy with each step.

Every set of eyes that glanced in Maggie’s direction only heightened the eroticism. She wondered what they might be thinking as they took in the sight of a young woman awkwardly covering herself while making an ungraceful exit from the public pool.

Maggie’s heart pounded in sync with each step as she approached the parking lot. The knowing glances and whispers from other swimmers fueled both excitement and fear inside of her.

Once outside, Maggie surveyed the parking lot for any signs of salvation: an unlocked car with extra clothing, perhaps? But before she could form another plan, she heard someone calling out to her.

“Hey! Hold up!”

Maggie turned toward the voice and saw a young man approaching her. His shirtless torso glistened with sweat, his dark hair tousled from the sun. He was tall and muscular, his broad shoulders tapering down to a trim waist.

Mortification threatened to take hold as Maggie realized that this stranger was about to get an eyeful of her naked lower half. But then she noticed the bulge in his swim trunks and felt a surge of empowerment.

The stranger came to a stop in front of Maggie, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks as he gestured toward her chest.

“You dropped this,” he said, holding out Maggie’s bikini bottom.

Relief washed over her as she took the proffered fabric and quickly slipped it on under crossed arms. The stranger politely looked away, though Maggie couldn’t help but notice the tent in his swim trunks growing larger by the second.

“Thank you,” she said breathlessly. “I don’t know what I would have done without these.”

“No problem,” he replied with a charming smile. “Glad I could help.”

There was an awkward pause as they both considered their next move. The sexual tension hung heavy in the air, begging for release.

“Well,” Maggie began hesitantly, “since you’ve already seen me mostly naked…”

The stranger’s eyes widened with anticipation as he waited for her to finish the thought.

“Maybe you’d like to see the rest?”

Maggie's breath caught in her throat as the words hung in the air. She couldn't believe she had just said that, but the intoxicating mix of arousal and exhilaration gave her a newfound boldness.

The stranger's gaze darkened with desire as he absorbed her offer. His eyes traveled from her face down to her now-covered bikini-clad body, lingering on the curves barely hidden beneath the fabric.

A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of his lips, revealing his own hunger for what lay beneath. He took a step closer to Maggie, closing the small gap between them, and spoke in a low, seductive voice.

"Are you sure about that?" he asked, his tone laced with anticipation. "Once you unleash this beast, there's no going back."

Maggie's heart thudded in her chest at his words. A surge of heat pooled between her legs as she imagined what it would be like to feel that "beast" pressed against her naked flesh.

She nodded, unable to form any coherent words as desire coursed through her veins. Her inhibitions melted away under the scorching summer sun, leaving only raw need in their wake.

With a smoldering look that promised untold pleasures, the stranger reached for Maggie's bikini top and gently tugged at the strings securing it behind her neck. The soft fabric fell away, exposing Maggie's full breasts to his hungry gaze.

A low growl escaped his throat as he traced a finger along the curve of one rosy nipple before circling it lightly. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity straight down to Maggie's core, making her ache with want.

His touch was electric and ignited every nerve ending within reach. She shivered under his caress and arched closer to him, silently begging for more.

The stranger captured one hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger and applied a gentle pressure. Maggie moaned in response, her head falling back as waves of pleasure radiated from her breast to the very center of her being.

While his skilled fingers continued their dance on her sensitive flesh, his lips descended on the other nipple, capturing it in his mouth. He suckled and nibbled, alternating between gentle and demanding, until Maggie's knees threatened to give way beneath her.

She clutched at him for support, her fingers trailing down his sculpted chest and lingering on the trail of hair that disappeared into his swim trunks. The bulge there had grown even more insistent, straining against its confines as if begging to be set free.

Maggie couldn't resist the temptation any longer. With trembling hands, she tugged at the waistband of his swim trunks and pulled them down, revealing his thick length standing proudly at attention.

Desire surged through her veins as she took in the sight before her. He was even more magnificent than she had imagined—long and hard with a bead of moisture glistening at the tip.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Maggie wrapped one hand around him and gave a slow, teasing stroke. His breath hitched in response, further fueling her desire to see how he would react when engulfed by the heat of her mouth.

She sank to her knees before him and looked up with smoldering eyes. The air crackled with anticipation as she parted her lips and took him into her mouth inch by delicious inch.

A guttural moan tore itself from his chest as he felt himself enveloped by warm wetness. Maggie hollowed out her cheeks and bobbed up and down with purposeful rhythm while one hand massaged his balls with just the right amount of pressure.

The stranger's hands threaded through Maggie's hair, holding on for dear life as she expertly pleasured him. His hips moved in time with her ministrations, meeting each downward thrust with a primal need for deeper connection.

As the intensity built and their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, Maggie's own arousal became almost unbearable. She could feel the slickness between her thighs, evidence of just how much she was enjoying this spontaneous encounter.

With a sudden surge of boldness, Maggie released him from the delicious suction of her mouth and stood up, reclaiming the space that had separated them. Her eyes never left his as she shed the remaining scraps of her bikini, one piece at a time.

Locking eyes, she moved her hands to the tie holding her top on and before reason came into her mind, she pulled the string, letting it drop to the ground. With two more pulls the bottoms came off once again joining her top. There she stood in all her glory for this kind stranger to see.

His gaze roamed over every inch of her naked flesh, committing it to memory as if he would never see anything so beautiful again. The hunger in his eyes intensified tenfold as they settled on the glistening heat between Maggie's thighs.

Without uttering a word, he closed the distance between them and scooped Maggie up into his arms. She gasped at his sudden strength and wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively.

Her back pressed against the cool metal of her car as he positioned himself between her open thighs. The head of his cock nudged against her slick entrance, teasingly close but not quite where she needed him most.

"Please," she whispered urgently. "I can't wait any longer."

The stranger's lips claimed hers in a searing kiss that stole whatever breath remained in their lungs. At the same moment, he surged forward with one swift thrust that buried him deep inside of Maggie's welcoming heat.

They both moaned into each other's mouths as their bodies became one, the delicious sensation of being filled and stretched overwhelming all rational thought. Time seemed to stand still in that moment, as if the world had faded away, leaving only them and the raw intensity of their connection.

Once their breathing evened out and they found a rhythm that drove them both closer to the edge, the stranger began to move. Each stroke was a revelation, hitting all the right places with a precision that left Maggie gasping for air.

She clung to him desperately, her nails digging into his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her hips met his with an urgency born of pure need, stoking the fire within until it threatened to consume them both.

As their passion escalated and their bodies moved in perfect harmony, Maggie felt a familiar tightening low in her belly. She knew she was on the precipice of ecstasy, teetering on the edge with only one thing left to do: let go.

With a cry that echoed through the otherwise empty parking lot, Maggie shattered into a million pieces of pure bliss. The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, stealing away all coherent thought as every nerve ending came alive with sheer sensation.

The stranger followed suit soon after; his body tensed against hers as he succumbed to his own release. She felt him pulsate within her as hot spurts of come spilled deep inside, marking her as his in that moment.

They clung to each other as their bodies rode out the aftershocks together—two strangers brought together by chance and united by insatiable desire. In those stolen moments of raw passion, there were no inhibitions or complications—just two souls finding solace in each other's arms.

Eventually, their breathing slowed and they reluctantly untangled themselves from one another. A comfortable silence settled between them as they retrieved their discarded clothing from the pavement and dressed in companionable silence.

Once presentable, Maggie reached into her bag and scribbled something on a stray piece of paper. She handed it to the stranger with a shy smile, not knowing what the future held but grateful for the memories they had just created.

"Maybe we can do this again sometime," she said, her voice filled with quiet hope.

The stranger's eyes sparkled as he read the hastily scrawled phone number, a slow smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I'd like that," he replied, his tone laced with promise. "I'd like that very much."

With one last lingering look, they went their separate ways, carrying a secret within them that would forever be etched in their minds—a reminder of a scorching summer day when inhibitions were shed and passion ran wild.

Maggie rode the Train

[I honestly had this intense dream last night and had to write about it while I felt inspired and didn't want to forget about it]

Maggie Rode the Train

Maggie tries to look around, see who the culprits are, but she can't move, can barely breathe, and the person in front of her is blocking her line of sight. She tries to squirm away from the hands, but there's nowhere to go.

Her heart races as panic sets in, and she contemplates screaming for help. But before she can make a decision, she feels lips on the back of her neck and shivers run down her spine.

"Shhh... don't make it obvious," a voice whispers in her ear. "Just keep standing here like nothing's happening. Or do you want me to stop?"

The question catches Maggie by surprise, and she pauses for a moment, torn between fear and a strange sense of arousal. In that momentary pause, one of the hands slips under the waistband of her panties and begins to stroke her clit.

"Mmm..." Maggie moans softly as pleasure surges through her body. The hand on her chest squeezes at her breast firmly while lips continue to explore the sensitive skin on the back of her neck.

The fear is still there, but so is a new feeling -- an undeniable lust that's building inside of her. She never expected something like this to happen on a crowded train during rush hour, but now that it is happening, she can't deny how much it's turning her on.

"Fuck... okay," Maggie breathes out. "Don't stop."

As soon as the words leave her mouth, the intensity ramps up. Fingers delve deeper into her core, stroking and circling as wetness coats them. The hand on her chest pinches at her nipple roughly until it's hard enough to ache.

The lips move along the curve of Maggie's neck until they reach the shell of her ear.

"Do you like that? Being touched by strangers in public?" the voice purrs. "You're so wet for us, baby. So fucking ready to come."

Maggie feels a surge of embarrassment mixed with desire at the words. It's true -- her body is responding so eagerly to the anonymous hands that are pleasuring her. She's on the edge of orgasm already, and she can't believe how quickly it's happening.

"Come for us," the voice commands.

And that's all it takes. The pressure inside of Maggie explodes into pleasure as her orgasm crashes over her in waves. She clings to the person in front of her for support, barely noticing their presence as she rides out the aftershocks.

When she finally comes down from her high, she realizes that all of the hands have disappeared, and there are no lips on her skin anymore. She turns around to see who was touching her, but they're gone too -- lost in the crowd.

Maggie steps off the train in a daze, feeling a mixture of confusion and satisfaction. She can't help but wonder if it was a dream or some kind of strange fantasy brought to life.

As she slowly comes back to her senses, looking around she can't help but realize all eyes are on her. Maybe the flushed looked in her cheks, the sweat coming off of her brow, or the look of confusion is drawing everyone's attention.

That's until she felt the cool breeze on her thighs, something she still wasn't used to wearing skirts, but looking down she realized, the hated skirt, was gone.

Maggie's head swims with confusion and arousal as she realizes her skirt is gone. She staggers out of the station, her bare thighs drawing leers from passersby. She clutches her bag tightly to her front, trying to shield herself from prying eyes. Her cheeks burn with embarrassment, and she keeps her gaze fixed on the ground, desperate to get home and put an end to this humiliating ordeal.

As Maggie hurries down the street, she can't shake the feeling that someone is watching her. She glances over her shoulder and sees a group of men huddled together, whispering and smirking. Are they the ones who took her skirt? The thought makes her angry, but also strangely excited.

Her arousal intensifies as she imagines these strangers conspiring to expose her, discussing how best to humiliate her in public. The idea should be repulsive, but all she feels is a hot surge between her legs.

Maggie quickens her pace, eager to escape their lingering gazes and the overpowering lust they've awakened within her. But just as she thinks she's in the clear, a hand grabs hers from behind a lamppost.

She gasps and whirls around, finding herself face-to-face with a tall man wearing sunglasses and an impish grin. His other hand holds up Maggie's missing skirt like a trophy.

"Looking for this?" he teases.

Maggie's stomach clenches in both fear and anticipation as she nods slowly.

The stranger steps closer until there's barely any space between them. His breath fans across Maggie's cheeks as he reaches out to tuck his fingers under the strap of her bag.

"I think you dropped it," he says huskily, slowly pulling the strap down off Maggie's shoulder until the bag drops to the ground at their feet.

For a moment, neither of them speaks as they maintain eye contact. There's a raw intensity in his gaze that sends a shiver down Maggie's spine.

Then, without warning, the stranger grabs her hips and pulls her against him. Maggie's hands fly to his chest, but he pins them to her sides with his strong grip.

"Since you're in such a hurry, I'll make this quick," he says, his voice dripping with dark promise. "But first, you need to earn your skirt back."

Earn it back? Maggie's mind races with conflicting emotions. Part of her wants to free herself from this stranger's hold and run as far away as possible. But another part - the part that had just been shamelessly aroused by countless eyes devouring her exposed thighs - yearns for more.

Before she can decide how to respond, the man lowers his head and nuzzles his face into the curve of her neck. A deep groan vibrates through his chest as he inhales her scent.

"Fuck," he mutters, trailing hot kisses up and down the sensitive skin of her neck. "You smell incredible."

Maggie bites her lower lip to stifle a moan as desire courses through every nerve ending in her body. She never before craved a stranger's touch so much.

As if reading Maggie's thoughts, the man slides his hands up from her hips to her waistband. With one swift motion, he yanks down both her panties and stockings until they pool around Maggie's ankles.

She gasps at the sudden exposure but immediately clamps a hand over her mouth, desperately hoping no one else heard.

The stranger looks into Maggie's eyes and grins wickedly when he notices how flushed she is now - not only from embarrassment but also from forbidden exhilaration.

"That's right," he growls lowly. "No one can see or hear us but you're still going to be my dirty little slut - right here in public where anyone can find us."

The sheer audacity of his words sends a gush of wetness cascading between Maggie's thighs. She can hardly believe what she's hearing, yet there's no denying the lustful excitement it stirs up within her.

She nods eagerly, her usual shyness overpowered by a newfound hunger for debauchery.

"Good girl," the stranger praises, rewarding Maggie with a firm stroke along her slit. Her folds part easily beneath his touch, drenched with the evidence of her arousal.

Maggie throws her head back and moans, no longer concerned about who might hear. Every nerve ending in her body is on fire, craving more of this mysterious man's touch.

He takes advantage of her exposed vulnerability to explore every inch of skin he can reach. His lips trail from Maggie's neck down to the swell of her breasts, nipping and sucking each dusky peak until they harden to an aching point.

While the stranger lavishes attention on her breasts, his fingers tease and torment Maggie's needy core. He dips two fingers inside her slick heat before withdrawing them and circling her sensitive clit in torturous circles.

Maggie clings to him for support as pleasure radiates outwards from where their bodies are pressed together. Each stroke and caress bring her closer to the edge, threatening to send her hurtling over it without warning.

Not one to be easily satisfied after getting this much power over someone else The stranger decides that he wants more.

His hands leave Maggie's body momentarily but then she realizes that someone else is touching: "I brought some friends" he whispers on Maggie's ear.

Her mind races trying to figure out how many people are around them while she feels hands all over her body from both sides. Hands unbuttoning her blouse, pulling the material off exposing more of her bare skin, followed by the release of her bra that dissapears just as quickly.

Eventually standing in the alley in just her heels and the panties still at her ankles, not knowing what was to come next.

Maggie's heart races as she feels hands all over her body, stripping her of her blouse and bra. She's left standing in the alley with just her heels and the panties still at her ankles, completely exposed to these strangers.

Desire courses through Maggie's veins, overpowering any sense of fear or rationality. The thought of being touched by multiple hands, of being used for their pleasure, ignites a fire within her that she can't extinguish.

Her mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions as she tries to process what's happening. How many people are there? Who are they? And most importantly, what do they want from her?

Before Maggie can gather her thoughts, strong hands grip her waist and pull her back against a hard chest. She feels the heat radiating from the stranger's body as he presses himself against her bare skin.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he growls in Maggie's ear.

His words send shivers down Maggie's spine as his hand slips between her thighs. He spreads them apart, exposing her dripping wet pussy to the cool night air and his hungry touch.

The stranger runs his fingers along the length of Maggie's slit, collecting the slick juices that have pooled there. He brings his fingers to his lips and sucks them clean with an audible moan.

"Delicious," he murmurs approvingly. "I can't wait to taste you."

As if on cue, another pair of hands grabs Maggie from behind and pushes her forward until she's bent over at the waist. The rough concrete digs into the palms of her hands as she braces herself for what comes next.

Unable to see who is touching or what their intentions may be is both terrifying and thrilling at the same time.

She listens intently but hears nothing. The silence is almost deafening until she feels it—a soft kiss on the back of one thigh followed quickly by another. Then, in an instant, lips and tongues are everywhere. Kissing, licking, and nibbling every inch of her exposed skin.

Maggie moans loudly as the strangers devour her with an insatiable hunger. Their mouths explore the supple flesh of her ass, leaving a trail of wet kisses from one cheek to the other.

Among that flurry of pleasure, she feels something else—a tongue flicking against her swollen clit. A jolt of electricity shoots through Maggie's body, nearly causing her to collapse on the ground.

The stranger between her legs knows exactly how to tease and torment her. His tongue dances in maddening circles around her sensitive bud before dipping lower to explore her dripping entrance.

Maggie's head spins with ecstasy as he laps at her juices like a man possessed. She can't believe how amazing it feels to have a complete stranger devouring her pussy with such skill and enthusiasm.

But just when she thinks it can't get any better, another set of hands reaches between Maggie's thighs and grabs hold of the first stranger's head. The newcomer takes over where the other left off, continuing to feast on Maggie's needy core as if his life depends on it.

Maggie is overwhelmed by sensation as these two strangers work together to bring her to the edge of bliss. Their tongues swirl and flick against her swollen folds, their fingers tracing patterns of arousal along every inch of bare skin they can reach.

She loses all track of time as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her. The sensations are so intense that she can't even form coherent thoughts—she can only ride the tidal wave of lust until it consumes every part of her being.

Just when Maggie thinks she can't take anymore, the strangers suddenly stop. She whimpers in protest at the loss but freezes when she hears footsteps approaching from behind.

Maggie's body tenses as the footsteps draw nearer. Panic creeps in, mixed with a heady cocktail of arousal and anticipation. She remains bent over, fully exposed to whoever is approaching, her mind racing with questions.

But before she can gather her thoughts, she feels a hand on the small of her back. It's warm and comforting, providing a stark contrast to the thrill of fear coursing through her veins.

"Relax," a deep voice whispers in Maggie's ear. "Just enjoy."

His words have an immediate effect on Maggie, soothing her racing heart and calming the whirlwind of thoughts inside her head. She takes a deep breath and surrenders herself to the unknown.

The hand on Maggie's back caresses its way up her spine until it reaches the nape of her neck. The stranger's touch is gentle yet possessive as he wraps his fingers around her neck, claiming her completely.

"Such a good girl," he murmurs approvingly. "You're going to love what comes next."

As if on cue, Maggie feels something cool and smooth against her swollen pussy—a firm pressure followed by an unmistakable sensation of being stretched open.

She gasps as she realizes what it is: a thick, hard cock sliding into her dripping wet slit.

The stranger behind Maggie has finally taken what he wants—her hot, tight pussy wrapped around his eager shaft. He thrusts forward with a primal need that matches Maggie's own desire for this forbidden encounter.

Maggie moans loudly as the stranger fills every inch of her with his impressive length. She can feel him pulsing with need as their bodies meld together in perfect harmony, their flesh slapping together in a satisfying rhythm.

While the man behind her claims her pussy as his own, his hands roam freely over Maggie's exposed skin. He grips her hips tightly, pulling her back onto him with each powerful thrust, while his other hand finds its way to her aching clit.

His fingers work in sync with his cock, teasing and tormenting Maggie's swollen nub until she feels like she's on the brink of exploding. The combination of his relentless fucking and skillful touch is pushing her closer to the edge with each passing second.

But just when she thinks she can't take anymore, another pair of hands grabs her from behind and lifts her upright. She gasps as she feels someone else's body pressed against hers, their hard chest against her bare back and their lips on her neck as she's lowered onto his cock, if it wasn't for the shock and arousal she would have protested as he entered her ass, but only moans and gasps escaped from her mouth.

The stranger holds Maggie close, supporting her weight as he continues to thrust into her from behind. His cock is buried deep inside her, filling every inch of space, but now there's an added element of intimacy that sends shivers down her spine as her ass was no longer virgin.

As they move together in perfect unison, the stranger's lips trail a path of hot kisses along Maggie's neck and shoulder. He nips at her sensitive skin, leaving a delicious sting in his wake that only heightens the pleasure coursing through her body.

After a few hard thrusts, Maggie can hardly believe how amazing this feels—to be completely surrounded by these strangers who are using every part of their bodies to bring her pleasure.

"That's it," the stranger whispers in Maggie's ear. "Let go for us."

Lowered as she straddled this man's waist, cock still in her, another finds his way between her legs, ready to take her quivering pussy. Maggie had never had sex with one stranger in her life let alone two at the same time and the feeling as she entered her was a fullness both physically and mentall she had never experienced before.

A third grabbed onto her hair, guiding her head and more specifically her mouth to his hard cock, moaning in pleasure, her mouth gaped open her mind unable to think, took it. Slipping past her lips and over her tongue he continued down her throat till her mouth pressed against his abdomen.

Back and forth she rocked as her every hole was invaded and used for their pleasure.

The strangers moved with an uncanny synchronicity, almost as if they had done this before – the thought only served to heighten Maggie's arousal.

Her body was a playground for these nameless men, offering up every inch of flesh for them to explore and enjoy. She lost herself in the overwhelming sensations coursing through her – the feeling of being completely filled from all angles, the intoxicating taste of a stranger's cock in her mouth, and the delicious sting of teeth on her neck.

It was a sensory overload like nothing she had ever experienced before. She was their submissive slut - their fuck toy - and she loved every second of it.

As one man fucked her pussy relentlessly, another pounded into the tightness of her ass. The sensation left Maggie feeling stretched beyond anything she'd ever imagined but instead of pain it was pure pleasure: an incredible mix of fullness and pressure that threatened to send her careening over the edge at any moment.

The stranger whose cock Maggie now sucked used his grip on her hair to set the pace – he thrust in forcefully each time she moved forward causing saliva to drip from around his thick shaft whenever he bottomed out. His balls slapped against Maggie's chin with each deep thrust as if marking their territory much like howling dogs after mating

Maggie eagerly accepted his dick down inch by inch into her throat gazing up at him through tear-filled eyes while two other unknown men took turns fucking her other holes till none could remember whose cock was in which hole. The stranger quickly pulled out from her mouth, his hand taking its place as her head was forced down on the man's shaft, as he groaned and shuddered, emptying his balls deep down Maggie's throat while the other two continued to fuck moving in a circular motion with each push forward one man pulling out and another quickly takes his place so that it seemed there were more than three men using her at once.

She felt like she was being torn apart by their relentless assault, but it was a sensation she craved. The overwhelming fullness, the way they completely owned her body—it was pure ecstasy. Maggie lost all track of time as she surrendered herself to the pleasure, giving in to every carnal instinct that rose to the surface.

The men's grunts and groans filled the air along with Maggie's own cries of pleasure. She felt like she was on the edge of something amazing, just teetering on the precipice of release and not knowing if she'd be able to handle it when cum started flooding into both her ass and pussy at once.

Maggie screamed around a cock as she felt hot jets of seed flooding into every part of her – filling her ass and pussy with an overwhelming rush of warmth. The strangers were cumming inside her simultaneously, marking her as their own with each pulsing jet of release. It was too much – the physical sensation combined with the sheer taboo naughtiness sent Maggie spiraling over the edge into a mind-shattering orgasm.

Her body convulsed uncontrollably as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over her. She clung desperately to the man in front of her for support as the other continued to fuck into her ass, driving himself deeper with each thrust. The world narrowed down to nothing but those sensations—the feeling of being completely overwhelmed by these strangers who wanted nothing more than to use her body for their own pleasure. And in that moment, Maggie couldn't have been happier.

Pleasure rippled through her with each jet of cum flooding into her holes, intensifying the power of her orgasm until she was lost in a whirlwind of ecstasy. The men continued to fuck her relentlessly throughout her climax, prolonging the intense pleasure until she was completely spent and utterly satisfied.

As the waves of orgasm subsided, the men gradually slowed their movements. They eased Maggie foward onto her knees, releasing their hold on her body one by one. She felt a strange mix of emptiness and contentment as their cocks slipped out of her, leaving her holes achingly vacant.

Maggie's legs trembled beneath her as she knelt on the cold ground, cum dripping from every part of her well-fucked body. She was utterly exhausted but also exhilarated by the intensity of what had just transpired. It was a sexual awakening like nothing she had ever imagined – an experience that would stay with her for a lifetime.

She knew that this encounter would forever change how she thought about sex and unfulfilled desires,

But even as she caught her breath and regained some semblance of composure, one question remained: Who were these strangers? And what else did they have in store for her

Messing with AI

[Hey guys, I decided with everyone talking about AI, I had an app help me write a story, it's not perfect, but I was wondering what you guys thought. The idea kind of turned me on and makes me feel like I need to up my writing game, especially my grammar. But I'm open minded enough to try new things, how about all of you?]

I call this one:

Sorority Dare Gone Wrong

Maggie sat on the couch in her sorority house, surrounded by her sisters. They were all laughing and talking, enjoying each other's company after a long day of classes. Maggie was known for being outgoing and adventurous, always up for a challenge. So when one of her sisters, Jessica, suggested they play a game of Truth or Dare, everyone eagerly agreed.

The game started off innocently enough, with the girls asking each other silly questions and completing harmless dares. But as the night went on and the drinks flowed more freely, the dares began to get more daring. When it was finally Maggie's turn again, she could tell that her sisters were expecting something big.

"Okay, Maggie," Jessica said with a sly smile. "I dare you to run across the basketball court during a game completely naked."

Maggie's eyes widened in surprise at the daring dare. She looked around at her sisters, who were all staring at her eagerly.

"Are you sure?" she asked hesitantly.

Her question was met with a chorus of cheers and encouragement from her sisters.

"Do it! Do it!" they chanted.

Maggie bit her lip nervously as she considered the dare. She knew it would be embarrassing and risky, but she also didn't want to back down from a challenge.

"Fine," she said finally. "I'll do it."

Her words were met with another round of cheers and applause from her sisters.

"I'll even wear a mask so no one can see who I am," Maggie added as an afterthought.

Her sisters nodded their approval at this compromise. They knew that running across the basketball court naked was against school rules and could get Maggie into serious trouble if she was caught.

With the dare accepted, the girls continued playing their game late into the night. As Maggie stumbled into bed in the early hours of the morning, she couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness for what she had agreed to do.

The next evening, Maggie stood in front of the full-length mirror in her room, biting her lip nervously. She had managed to borrow a mask from the drama department, and she was now wearing it as she stood completely naked. Her heart raced in her chest as she thought about what she was about to do.

"Are you sure about this?" her roommate and best friend, Lily, asked from where she sat on Maggie's bed.

Maggie turned to face Lily with a determined look on her face.

"Yeah, I'm sure," she said confidently. "I can't back down now."

Lily sighed but nodded her understanding. She knew that once Maggie set her mind on something, there was no changing it.

"Okay," Lily said. "Just be careful, and good luck."

Maggie smiled at her friend and grabbed the black robe that was hanging on the back of her bedroom door. She slipped into the robe and tied it tightly around herself before grabbing a small backpack that contained some clothes and sneakers.

As Maggie made her way downstairs and out of the sorority house, she couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline. The basketball arena wasn't far from their house, so it only took her a few minutes to reach it. She found an entrance that was usually left unlocked for the janitors to use and slipped inside.

Once inside the arena, Maggie carefully made her way up into the bleachers where she would have a good view of the court below. It was still early in the game; only a few people were scattered throughout the bleachers watching as both teams warmed up.

Maggie sat down on one of the empty bleacher seats and pulled out her phone to check the time. It was almost halftime when both teams would be in their respective locker rooms. She didn't want to wait too long and risk missing her opportunity.

As the end of the first half drew near, Maggie carefully made her way down from the bleachers and towards one of the doors that led out onto the court. She took a deep breath to steady herself as she reached for the door handle.

But before she could open the door, she felt a strong hand grab her arm and pull her back.

"Where do you think you're going?" a deep voice asked.

Maggie's heart dropped as she turned to face the source of the voice. It was a security guard, obviously thinking something was wrong that she was somewhere she putting be, wearing a mask. Now scared Maggie pulled away, the security guard tried to stop her grabbing her robe and bag which gets pulled off as she runs back to the arena. The dare she was given but not how she thought it would happen.

She sprinted across the court, hearing gasps from the few people who were still in their seats. She didn't look back, afraid of what might happen if she did. As soon as she reached the other side of the court, she darted toward one of the doors that led to the hallway outside.

Maggie could hear footsteps behind her and knew that security was chasing after her. Panic surged through her veins as she pushed herself to run faster. Her naked body bounced and jiggled with each step, making it difficult for her to move quickly.

Just as Maggie reached the door, a strong hand grabbed her arm and pulled her back. She stumbled and fell onto the hard court, scraping her knee in the process.

"Gotcha!" a deep voice said triumphantly.

Maggie looked up to see two security guards standing over her, their expressions a mixture of surprise and amusement.

"Well, well," one of them said with a chuckle. "What do we have here?"

Heat rushed to Maggie's cheeks as she realized just how exposed and vulnerable she was. Her naked body was on full display under the bright lights of the basketball court for anyone passing by to see.

With no where to go and two guards surrounding her, lifting her to her feet, she at least was thankful for her mask. But just as they get to the center of the bleachers one of the guards grabs the mask and pulls it off. Terrified at her sudden unmasking she looks up at the crowd to see countless eyes and phones recording her humiliation and something clicks inside of her, the overwhelming emotion practically bringing her to orgasm right there in front of everyone.

"Please," she pleaded, trying to cover herself with her hands. "I didn't mean... I was dared..."

The guards exchanged a knowing look before pulling Maggie's arms away from her body, leaving her completely exposed once again. The embarrassment and humiliation flooded over her like a tidal wave.

"Well, well," one of the guards said with a smirk. "Seems like you got yourself into quite a situation here."

The other guard nodded. "Yeah, I don't think you're gonna be able to explain your way out of this one."

Maggie's heart sank as she realized the truth in their words. She was caught, completely and utterly caught. And now there were dozens of witnesses, capturing every mortifying moment on their phones.

The guard who had taken off Maggie's mask held it up for everyone to see. "Looks like we've got ourselves a streaker," he announced.

Laughter erupted from the crowd as they eagerly watched the scene unfold before them. All around Maggie were pairs of eyes, illuminated by the glow of phone screens, fixated on her naked body.

The overwhelming sense of humiliation washed over Maggie once again, but this time it was different. This time there was something else mixed in with the shame—a strange arousal that sent shivers down her spine.

She looked out at the crowd through teary eyes and felt an unexpected surge of excitement between her legs. The thought of all those people watching her, recording her, and laughing at her sent a thrilling jolt through her body.

"Do you see this, folks?" one of the guards called out to the crowd. "Our little streaker here seems to be enjoying herself!"

Maggie's cheeks burned with embarrassment as the guard's words elicited even more laughter from the onlookers. But she couldn't deny the truth in his statement. There was no denying that, beneath the overwhelming sense of shame, she was undeniably turned on.

The guard who still held Maggie's arm gave her a knowing smirk. "I think someone needs to be taught a lesson," he said, his voice low and husky.

A shiver ran down Maggie's spine at his words as she looked up at him with wide eyes.

"W-what do you mean?" she stammered.

The guard leaned in closer to her, his lips grazing against her ear as he spoke. "I think it's about time you learned what happens to naughty girls who get caught."

A wave of desire washed over Maggie at his words, igniting a fire within her that she never knew existed. She had always been drawn to the idea of public humiliation and exhibitionism, but she had never actually acted on those desires—until now.

As if sensing Maggie's newfound arousal, the guard moved his hand from her arm down between her legs, finding them already slick with need.

"Well, well," he said with a wicked grin. "Seems like someone is enjoying this."

Before Maggie could respond, he slipped two fingers inside of her, causing her to gasp in both surprise and pleasure. He pumped his fingers in and out of her rapidly while using his thumb to rub circles against her swollen clit.

It didn't take long for Maggie to succumb to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body. She moaned loudly, not caring who heard as she rocked her hips against his hand, chasing the blissful release that was just within her reach.

The guard continued to finger her expertly, keeping a firm grip on her to prevent her from falling to the ground. Her juices coated his fingers as she bucked against him, lost in a world of ecstasy and shame.

All around them, the crowd watched with rapt attention, many capturing the explicit scene on their phones. Maggie could feel their eyes on her, hungry and full of desire. The thought of being watched by so many people only heightened her arousal.

Just as Maggie felt herself teetering on the edge of orgasm, the guard abruptly removed his hand from between her legs. A whimper escaped her lips at the loss of contact, leaving her throbbing and desperate for release.

"Not so fast," he said with a smirk. "You don't get to come until we say so."

Maggie's entire body trembled with need as she looked up at him, begging him wordlessly to finish what he had started.

The guard chuckled darkly at Maggie's expression before looking over at his partner. "What do you think? Should we give this little exhibitionist what she wants?"

The other guard nodded eagerly. "Oh yeah," he said with a grin. "I think it's time we put this naughty girl in her place."

Heat rushed to Maggie's cheeks at their words, but there was no denying that she wanted nothing more than to be put in her place—preferably while experiencing mind-blowing pleasure.

As if reading her thoughts, the first guard gave Maggie a devilish smile before getting down on his knees in front of her. He grasped both of Maggie's thighs firmly and spread them apart, exposing every inch of her glistening sex to the eager eyes of the crowd.

Maggie's breath caught in her throat as she felt a rush of cool air against her heated core. She looked down to see the guard staring up at her, his eyes filled with both lust and dominance.

"You like being watched, don't you?" he asked, his voice low and commanding.

Maggie nodded, her voice failing her once again. She had never been more turned on in her entire life, and they hadn't even really started yet.

The guard smirked. "Good. Because everyone here is going to watch as I eat your pussy."

A gasp escaped Maggie's lips at his words, driven by a mix of excitement and disbelief. She had fantasized about this exact scenario so many times before, but she never thought it would actually happen.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the guard leaned in closer and ran his tongue along the length of her slit, from bottom to top. The sensation was unlike anything Maggie had ever experienced before—a perfect blend of pleasure and humiliation that sent shivers down her spine.

The guard continued to tease her with his tongue, parting her folds and delving deeper between them with each lick. He found her sensitive nub and circled it slowly before sucking it into his mouth, causing a jolt of electricity to shoot through Maggie's body.

She moaned loudly, not caring who heard as he expertly brought her closer and closer to the edge. His tongue worked magic on her swollen clit while his fingers explored every inch of her dripping sex.

All around them, the crowd watched with rapt attention as Maggie writhed and moaned under the guard's skilled ministrations. Some recorded every explicit detail on their phones while others simply enjoyed the show.

Lost in a sea of pleasure and desire, Maggie could no longer hold back. With a loud cry, she shattered into a million pieces, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her thighs quivered and shook as the guard held her steady, drinking in every drop of her sweet nectar.

As Maggie slowly came down from her high, the guard stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He gave her a smug smile before leaning in close and whispering in her ear.

"Not bad for a little exhibitionist," he said. "But we're just getting started."

A shiver ran down Maggie's spine at his words, bringing with it a renewed sense of arousal. She looked up at him through hazy post-orgasmic bliss and felt a thrill rush through her body.

She had no idea what else these guards had in store for her, but she couldn't wait to find out.

Task 6 – Fast Food Pleasure

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The dress I was wearing barely covered anything, clinging to my curves and leaving little to the imagination. And underneath it all, a small vibrator was buzzing away inside me.

"This is ridiculous," I muttered to myself. "I can't believe I agreed to this."

But the truth was, I had agreed. One of my fans on Patreon had requested that I complete this task and, well, his generous donations were what kept me afloat each month. So, in order to show my appreciation and keep the money coming in, I had said yes.

This was the task given to me:

“Wearing just a light dress and a G-string, walk to a nearby fast food/diner with an activated vibrator inserted in you. You need to walk there order, eat and then walk back. You cannot turn off the vibrator until you have returned home. Would be interesting to see how many times you cum :)”

I decided on the Chick-Fil-A close by, the walk wasn’t too far, just across the street from my apartment, the closer the better I thought to myself. Also, I didn’t want a sit-down restaurant where I’d have a server, I’d have to keep a straight face with, constantly bothering me with drink refills and questions.

With a sudden smack on the floor, the vibrator was sitting on the ground, wet and vibrating as it slipped out of my pussy. So, I picked out the only G-string I had, a fishnet G-string from wicked temptations that I got from a panty pack grab bag sale, the other were crotchless and basically worthless for the task. It was a good thing it happened here and not out in public for all to see, I think I would have died from embarrassment if it had.

I slipped the vibrator back in, put on the G-string, the small material barely holding it in place and the string up my ass making me feel practically naked wearing it. There was no more time to procrastinate, it was time to go out and do the task.

I grabbed a small backpack, since, well, no pockets and headed out for the short walk, words I would later regret. As I got outside it was a beautiful day, sunny with only a few clouds in the sky and not super-hot either. Once I got to the intersection which was a short walk from my apartment, that’s when things started to get intense. So many lanes and such a wide intersection, I didn’t think how windy it would be.

The cool breeze instantly hardened my nipples, reminding me not only that I was braless but how thin the dress was. My nipples poked and strained against the material, I couldn’t imagine the view others were going to get let alone what I was seeing and what they would think.

The walk across the road felt like miles, every step threatened to expose the barely existent material underneath. Wind blew by and up my bare legs from the open area and the cars blazing by. There was no real way to hold it down and I wasn’t really as experienced wearing dresses like this. Holding from the sides would threaten to expose me in the front of back and holding from the back or front was just embarrassing and made me feel more exposed as if the dress had blown up.

Like I was acknowledging to everyone how short and inappropriate the dress was and how easily I could be exposed. I could only imagine the thoughts of the drivers that I walked past, between thoughts of how slutty I must have looked to how they wished they could catch a glimpse of what was underneath. It wasn’t until I made it to the end that a guy in an old brown Oldsmobile was waiting for me to cross, we made eye contact and I blushed with the smile on his face as he watched me.

I was so scared of being exposed I barely felt the vibrator buzzing still inside of me till I reached the other side and caught my breath. I thought I had run a mile from how fast my heart was beating although it probably had been a couple of hundred feet.

With a quick breeze and a loud car horn startling me, my hands instinctively flew back to my butt thinking I had been exposed and someone saw, but the material was still there clinging to my ass and I blushed a deep red from my overreaction.

The fear, the humiliation, the possible exposure and feeling practically naked were stimulating me more than the vibrator ever could, I could feel myself starting to get wetter just from the mental stimulation.

It took me a moment to realize my hands were still on my butt holding my dress down and I took a breath, put my hands to my sides and continued to walk to my destination which was still across the small parking lot. Walking across the hot sun-soaked asphalt, I felt the heat rising up my legs and under my dress, something I never experienced before, it almost felt sensual.

Ding!

I walked through the front door and something hit me that I hadn’t thought about. It was such a popular place for my college that I worried that someone I know could have been there and may recognize me.

The inside of the restaurant sent a cold chill through my body, the AC making a huge difference from the outside, I felt like I wasn’t wearing a thing, the air cutting right through the fabric like it didn’t exist at all. Waiting in line for my turn, I kicked myself at not just mobile ordering as my imagination started to go wild with dirty thoughts. Standing there, naked with everyone else clothed and all of their eyes on me, people from my class pointing me out, never seeing me in a dress before. My legs starting to get wobbly as the vibrator felt stronger than it had before but knowing it’s settings had not changed.

Strange Idea for Next Task

So I had a weird idea for the next task but I need you guys to be involved. I kind of enjoyed the last one, I like being able to mentally expose myself, it's a real turn on. So I say, everyone comment in this post any question you'd like to ask me and I'll pick the 10 best and answer them as honestly as I can. The more sexual, embarrassing, humiliating and personal the better. What do you guys think?

Task 6.2 – Intimacy of Self Love

I decide this time I need more, writing about it while slowly feeling it has gotten me to new heights of arousal and I’m craving the fear of getting caught. So, I open my blinds, its not as intense as it used to be when I lived at home. Back then my window was right next to the sidewalk and anyone walking by could possibly look in and see me. Now I’m on the second floor and people can only see if they look up if I’m by the window or other buildings can possibly see in if they notice me. Sometimes I wonder if people have noticed and watched and I had no idea.

These clothes have to come off next, the shorts come off first as I bend over, my back facing the window as I lower them to the ground. Now only wearing my shirt which is barely covering my pussy, it feels like my only protection before I expose myself completely. A part of me hopes no one is watching but the fear and excitement that someone may turns me on just as much.

I face the window but look away, I can’t bear to look out and meet eyes with someone watching me and I also don’t want to know whether or not someone is as I fiddle with the bottom of my shirt. I know I can’t take it off to slow and I just don’t want to fling it off to fast. I wanted it to look like I was undressing and didn’t think anyone could see, but then my hands got a mind of their own and my horny mind couldn’t stop what they started.

My right hand is no longer fiddling with my shirt and is now running the tip of my finger between my wet slit. The feeling is so intense, my nerves are in overdrive with every touch and it slips between my folds, gently pressing my opening and grazing my clit. My other hand finds its way under my shirt and up to my breasts pulling up the shirt with it. It’s clear now that I’m playing with myself and everything from below my breasts can be easily seen if anyone was watching. My pale skin glowing may as well be a beacon for any airplane to find their direction in the night.

I trace circles around and over my nipples and can’t help but moan, hoping that neither of my roommates can hear me and come check up on me. I pull the shirt up over my breasts and feel myself completely exposed now. Not just innocently changing, but now, full on masturbating in front of an open window. There’s no excuse now, no innocent denial, what I’m doing is purposely slutty and to anyone watching, would easily say that I wanted to be watched.

I want to hide, I want to move, I don’t want to be caught, but I’m not going to until I cum. The shirt is now being too distracting trying to keep it where it is, the feeling of it on my skin is more of an annoyance then an arousal and I pull it up over my head and throw it to the floor. My legs tremble as my right hand focuses on rubbing my clit. I spread my legs more to open the folds of my pussy and my clit becomes even more exposed.

“Mmmph, fuck,” my left-hand tweaks and pulls on my nipples sending shocks of pleasure through my body.

I bite my lip and shut my eyes and the thought crosses my mind that this is the first time I’ve done this in my new apartment with the lights on. So many things running through my brain as I never really looked to see how exposed my window was, or across to see if I ever noticed anyone in other windows before trying this and the fact that I used to live in a small town before where everyone went to sleep early and now, I was in a college town where people stayed up till the early morning hours.

It was so much riskier doing this here and now than it ever was in my old house. Even the thought that my parents went to sleep early and now I lived with people who were probably up studying or watching Netflix and might be awake to hear me. A new rush of fear comes over me and although my brain is screaming for me to stop, to open my eyes and make sure I’m not seen, my pussy is just wanting more and more now.

I bite on my left knuckle to stop myself from moaning out loud as I plunge two fingers into my pussy. Its wet, warm and tight, so wet that you can hear the slouching of my juices as I finger fuck myself hard and fast. My legs are now trembling and my body shivers from excitement, every muscle clenching as I fuck myself. Leaning over more to get my fingers deeper inside of me, I feel the cold glass of my window on my forehead and didn’t even realize that I had gotten closer from when I started.

I can only imagine the view now, resting my head on the window, naked, fingering my pussy as my body trembled in pleasure and the look on my face as I bit down into my hand to stop from making noise. I could only imagine people standing on the sidewalk, looking up and watching me, a guy from across the sidewalk in the other building, watching me in disbelief as he’s jacking off hoping I don’t open my eyes and see him. Maybe a girl watching and masturbating herself in pleasure and disgust at what I’m doing.

The more turned on I get, the darker the images of people not only watching me, but now taking pictures and videos. Stuff that would make it to the internet or to use as blackmail to make me do dirty things. The thought of opening my eyes and seeing some guy in the window across, with his cock out jacking off in one hand and his phone in the other as he smiles and waves to me when I realize it.

My body wants to cum so badly, but at the same time it enjoys being edged, denied orgasm and held off for as long as possibly for the amazing release at the end. The feeling of sheer pleasure that I’ll know will stop once I cum. I could only imagine what else I could do to make me look even worse and my fingers pull out from pussy and enter my mouth, replaced by my left hand rubbing my clit as I suck my fingers clean, tasting myself sweetness and only imagine what some onlooker is thinking.

This isn’t for your pleasure, I’m thinking, this is a punishment, you are a slut and this is what sluts do. They taste themselves; they show off their bodies because they crave attention by people, they want to use them. Not fuck them, use them because sluts get used, not fucked.

The pleasure is starting to become overwhelming as it mixes with my fear and humiliation. I hear a noise from outside and open my eyes, I want to hide but my body isn’t letting me, instead I look out frantically to see if someone is watching me or noticed knowing that I’m only going to move once I cum. I look down to see a couple of guys on the sidewalk, one is obviously stumbling and drunk, the other is helping him get back into his building. My eyes are locked on them as I’m on the verge of cumming and everything in my being is praying they don’t turn around see me.

I keep rubbing my clit with my left and my right decides to shove two fingers back inside of me curling as they find my g-spot. My back arches causing my finger to hook and dig deeper into my g-spot giving me a strange feeling like I needed to pee, but I don’t stop rubbing my clit, because I need to cum so badly and I need to cum so I can finally hide. They make it to the door and I feel like I’m in the home free, but he drops his keys out of his right pocket and his friend goes to pick them up, leaning him up against the wall and now facing in my direction as he gets them.

My tits press up against the cold glass, I’m seconds away from cumming and I pray he doesn’t look up as his friends grabs the keys and opens the door. I see his eyes, not sure if he sees me or if he even notices but my mind tells me I’ve been caught as my orgasm explodes and my eyes roll back into my head. My legs give out and I stumble backwards falling into my bed, my body shakes and shutters and I grab a pillow just in time as I scream out in orgasm, biting down on it and hoping it was muffled enough.

It took me a while to catch my breath, even longer to get up and get the guts to get my clothes and redressed. When I did, my curiosity took over and I looked out my window and looked around. No one was watching me; I could see lights up in some places but the blinds were closed and I had no idea where those two guys went. I didn’t expect this task to turn out this way, more intense than just describing how I touch myself, but I guess this was more honest than I thought I was going to be. I forget which number task this is, but another done.

Task 6 – Intimacy of Self Love

[Seems I'm 2k words short of this book, didn't realize I started with tasks and then went into chapters and it's urking my OCD, anyways, here's the beginning of this chapter which for some reason is taking me time and I'd like to say it's just one masturbation session, but I honestly start, have to run and do errands and start again. So I think I've masturbated 5 times writing this so far and I'm only half way done...]

This seemed like a task that didn’t seem as embarrassing or as intimate as I thought it was going to be. I as suggested to describe in great detail, when I masturbate, touch myself…pleasure myself, I’m not even sure the best, sexiest way to say it and it’s already making me blush at the thought. I mean I’ve written about it before, but never while I was doing it, things were always memories, or fantasy scenarios, but to think about saying exactly what I’m doing while I’m doing it. I guess for a lot of people, including myself, masturbating is a very personal and private thing, maybe because so many still see it as dirty or maybe it’s something you usually do alone.

Even when I touch myself or have been touched by other people intimately it’s more of a group thing and you’re in that mindset, but when you are alone, the whole world tends to fade away and there is no one there with you other than yourself and your own thoughts. The thought is making me wet though, the idea that people are almost watching me as I’m about to do something that no one else has ever watched me do.

My whole body feels like it shivers when it gets this aroused, my stomach clenches at the same time, it’s not fear that surges through me, but more so excitement like I rarely ever feel.

I’m currently sitting in my chair, clothed in my usual lazy day clothes, not very sexy, but this is supposed to be real, not some erotic story where I wear a silk nightie or lace bra and panties. As a tomboy I wouldn’t even wear those things if I wanted to anyways. Just my old running shorts, a baggie shirt without any underwear at all. Good thing I don’t wear this in public though because I could already see my nipples hardening under the thin cotton material.

I tend to start with my clothes on, I mean sometimes I don’t remove them at all, but the feeling of my clothes coming off the more aroused I get and how they feel against my skin as they come off, feels so amazing. I tend to start with my hair though, running a hand through my hair as if a lover were actually about to kiss me, a slight tug at the end because he knows I like it a bit rough and the slight pain on my scalp is one of my weak points. My hand travels to my cheek and to my lips, circling around them, sensitive from rarely ever being touched and sometimes when I feel really aroused, I slip a finger into my mouth and wish it was a cock instead.

Usually by now I delve into dirty scenarios in my imagination, things I’ve written about, people I’ve always thought about or if that isn’t enough, I’ll read on literotica a new exhibitionist story or look for some hentai manga or videos that always turn me on. A Forbidden Time is one of my favorite series to watch and ENF, exhibitionist and blackmail stuff is what I look for in manga. My imagination sometimes gets the best of me but reading stories and putting myself into the place of the girls is what got me into all the fetishes I have now.

My right hand finds my breasts, nipples hard and sensitive through the cotton, even with the shirt on it feels so amazing to slowly circle each nipple, getting them to strain harder against the material. Groping each breast, more than a handful for my tiny hands but just enough for a man to control me. My left hand takes over while my right travels down my stomach to my running shorts.

So comfortable and yet in this situation makes me feel so dirty, the idea that I used to wear these same clothes for cross-country practice and the thought of doing what I’m doing now there. Out in the open, deciding to go without underwear and hoping no one notices, my breasts swaying with every stride and my nipples hardening. The sweat slowly making my shirt cling harder to the curves of the body that no one in school knew existed. To them I was just a flat prepubescent boy without any curves, if only they all knew the truth.

Even through the material I can feel my warmth and wetness, it’s hard to stifle my moans, but I now have roommates and I don’t want them to get the wrong idea of me and spread rumors. One is a true republican Christian who probably believes sex, let alone masturbation is a sin and the other I’m not really sure yet. She’s very quiet and keeps to herself, we talk a little but it feels awkward at times and not being very social myself, I try not to push.

I slip my hand down to my bare right thigh and slip up through the leg hole and start to tease myself. It feels so much dirtier to do it this way. Anyone who has permission can slip their hand down the waist band, but up through the leg hole feels like an invasion, someone taking me, the struggle of a larger hand through such a small space to touch my most intimate area. I gently trace my fingers around my lips and I can feel myself start to drip from how turned on I am. Something about writing something so private is sending my mind and body into overdrive.

I shiver at the thought, but ass and abs clench and it almost feels like my pussy quivers that I’m so turned on. It’s embarrassing at the same time, feeling so mentally vulnerable and exposed, but that just adds fuel to the fire. I enjoy the humiliation, the exposure and I’m lucky enough that I haven’t grown a tolerance for it, that every time feels new and just as intense as the last.

Miscounted

So it seems this book isn't done yet, when I did the tasks I made it 2500 words each task for 2 to equal a chapter. I guess I lost track and only did 5 tasks and a punishment and with the last 5 chapters i'm missing 2...any idea for tasks for me to try for the last 2 chapters? I need 4 and am having a hard time coming up with anything...

Task 9.5– Where Reality Comes True

“Thank you, where are we going now?”

“I don’t know, you want to do a ride or something?”

“Yeah, just not anything, fast…”

“Ok, I’ve got the perfect one.”

We got up and started walking, with the length of the hoodie I choose, I actually felt better than with the shirt I picked which ended up being too thing for Kim’s plans. That’s until we got closer to the water at World Showcase.

“Come on buddy, let’s go,” Kim chained her arm through mine as she tried to force me to skip to our destination.

My body almost wanted to, but knowing that even with the hoodie reaching almost to my knees, I worried about being exposed to the people passing by. To make matters worse, the wind was starting to pick up. It wasn’t that the material wasn’t heavy enough to withstand the wind and I worried about it being pulled up and exposed, it wasn’t like it was some slutty, frilly skirt that could be easily picked up. It was the feeling of the air rushing up the bottom and through the neck.

The feeling alone was more exhilarating than you may think, the air blowing over my bare skin, over my insanely sensitive pussy that had just had multiple orgasms in a matter of a few hours, my nipples that had been straining from being tied and pressed against the rough material of my shirt and now my hoodie. Not to mention how sensitive my skin felt in general from the sheer wrongness of what I was doing at a theme park and hoping not to be any more exposed than I had been.

The ropes felt cold against my hot skin, it was so confusing to my brain how I was feeling, hot and cold, wet, exposed and Kim keeping me off balance trying to make me skip, but I just didn’t want to and the longer it went on, I couldn’t. I wasn’t sure if I was wide awake or on the verge of passing out. When we finally got the ride in Norway, I was happy that we were at least going to be inside in the AC, where it was not that bright and it wasn’t going to be some ride that was going to pull my hoodie up with wind or G force exposing me.

“Shit, 40 minutes, what are we going to do to keep us entertained for 40 minutes?” Kim sounded like an impatient kid, but to be honest, I hated lines too and missed fast passes.

She had me pull out my phone and bring up Heads Up, you know the game where you have a digital card and they try to make you guess the word without saying it. Anyways, seemed innocent enough and to be honest was getting my mind off of things until it was my turn. I wanted to keep the phone to my chest, to not raise up my arms, but Kim wasn’t having that.

“Come on bitch, higher,” I tried to shush her, I didn’t want us getting kicked out because they thought she was drunk.

I just did what she told me, hoping it would calm her down, I felt the material go up slightly my legs, not much maybe a few inches, but every inch felt like it was closer to exposing my bare pussy with a rope running through it and my plugged ass.

“Mmm, love your legs,” Kim said with a grin on her face, it wasn’t that she was trying to compliment me, but more make me self-conscious of them being so exposed as well.

I just wanted to go into a fetal position and cower in my hoodie, but I know that would look even worse and God knows what I would expose doing that. For the rest of the game, even though my legs had been baring this whole time, the idea that people were now staring at them made me feel even more exposed.

She smiled at me and pointed down, leaning in close she whispered in my ear, “it seems someone is wet even before the ride starts,” I looked down in shock as I saw a few drops on the ground.

Not believing they could be from me I continued to look and saw another small droplet, drop from between my legs hitting the floor and I prayed that no one else had noticed. I knew I was wet, but usually it just trickles down the side of my leg and I would notice. With the rope it just ended up saturating it to the point it couldn’t absorb anymore and with each passing moment, small drops of arousal would fall straight down from between my legs. Let’s just say I didn’t do so good in the game with my mind so distracted.

“Line 2,” was all I heard as I was pulled into the line.

Kim got in first, I followed, stepping down, I felt the hoodie ride up and I worried that I was inches away from being exposed as I felt the hem scrape the backs of my legs till, I felt it almost catch hold onto my bare ass. In front Kim sat and watched at my crotch as if she was about to get a gift revealed to her. If she had seen, she would have seen the rope digging deeper and deeper between my lips as I stepped down into the boat. It felt like one of the worse wedgies of my life, if I had been wearing a thong backwards.

When I finally sat down, I felt Kim’s hand on the small of my back and travel down lower. Under the back of my hoodie and onto my bare skin, I worried that other people saw where her hand was. When the ride started her hand found its way under my ass and in no time two of her fingers wiggled her way past the rope and inside of me.

“Just wait,” she whispered in my ear as her fingers wiggled inside of me.

When we got to the incline up, the boat began to bump up and down and without an effort it felt like she was finger fucking me hard and deep as her fingers wiggled back and forth at the same time. I brought my hand to cover my mouth and bit on my hoodie as I felt an orgasm building and building fast. I knew there was nothing I could say or do at this point, just let her do what she wanted. The fight would have been pointless and probably just drawn attention instead.

As we reached the top and I thought I couldn’t take anymore, the hardest and stronger bump hit and her fingers hit a spot inside of me that made me explode. If it wasn’t for the loud music and mechanisms, I swore everyone heard me scream.

My head was in a fog as I felt her fingers pull out and I slumped over, my head on her shoulder.

Bringing her fingers to her mouth she licked and sucked on them, “you’re so fucking delicious.”

She pulled out her phone and smiled at a message, “looks like we’re meeting up with someone after,” she looked back at me, “this was all just the appetizer my pet.”

Task 9.4– Where Reality Comes True

For that brief time, I had forgotten how exposed I was while still being covered. How firm and pronounced my breasts looked being tied up. How hard my nipples were, straining against my t-shirt and how easily I could be exposed without realizing what I was doing. The feeling both scared and aroused me and made every inch of my body feel more sensitive to the predicament that Kim had put me in.

“Hey,” she put her hand on my shoulder, “did you hear what I said?”

I was too into my own thoughts as well as the others around me. Wondering what they were looking at, if they were looking at me and what they were thinking about. Each thought was darker and dirtier than the last. I thought of men undressing me with their eyes and women looking at me in disgust, maybe a few looking at me like the men did and vice versa.

“Ouch,” I felt a pinch on my hip, “what was that for?”

“You weren’t paying attention, you didn’t hear what I said, I guess I’ll have to punish you.”

Now she had my full attention and I worried what else she could possibly do to me. It was one thing punishing me at a lesbian bar far away from anyone who knew me or cared, it was another thing doing it here where we could get in trouble.

“How about I give you your hoodie back.”

I smiled thinking she was being nice and just joking with me, “but I can’t just give it back to you,” her mouth in that Cheshire grin again, “a trade.”

“A trade? I don’t have anything, what could I possibly trade?”

“Your shirt and shorts,” she scanned me up and down and grinned, “it’s not like you haven’t done it before.”

“What if I don’t?”

The vibrator turned on to maximum and wasn’t coming down, in seconds I was on the verge of another orgasm and she knew it, “Fine! Fine,” I said quitter, the first time loud enough that I worried it grabbed some attention.

“Go back to the bathroom and change,” she handed me the hoodie.

When I realized she meant back into the French pavilion and by the store, I froze in terror worried I was going to run into that guy again. My legs didn’t want to take me, not because of the vibrator which she turned to low as a reminder of what I had to do, but the fear that someone may now know. I stupidly tried to sneak in, avoid him if at all cost, but at the same time was almost curious to see him and his reaction.

Once I got to the bathroom there was a bit of a wait, there were two but people were waiting and I wasn’t given a choice to go anywhere else.

“Mmmph,” it was hard stifling little moans when the vibrations hit the right spot and even with it on low, I was still incredibly sensitive, not to the point to make me cum again but enough to really keep me turned on.

When it was finally my turn the guy in front of me had taken his time and on his way out gave me a while before leaving, wasn’t really sure what had him smiling but it gave me a creepy feeling I couldn’t shake. When I got in, I was kind of confused of the bathroom, a single person stall at a theme park of all places and the window was frosted that I could still see the shadow of the person outside made me nervous. But I didn’t have time to waste as I stripped of my shirt and shorts to just get this over with.

That’s when I saw my reflection in the mirror, my nipples looked pierced, my breasts slightly red from the pressure of the rope and how kinky and dirty I looked being all tied up like that under my clothes and how it ran up my slit. Not to mention so close from other people who had no idea what I was doing right now. It would have been different in the privacy of my home or at Kim’s place but this felt so wrong in so many ways.

With a knock startling me at the door I put on the hoodie which thankfully came to about mid-thigh. Grabbed my clothes and headed out without even thinking. I can’t believe people could be so rude to just bang on a door, especially since I had only been there a few moments. With clothes in arms, openly visible I didn’t think of the thoughts people would have as I felt more covered in my hoodie, but seeing the cast member I had before and him noticing what I was carrying made me think otherwise.

Even if he didn’t see down my shirt, now he probably knew that all I was wearing was this hoodie and nothing else, the looking on his face and the smile said it all. I quickly walked out, unable to look away from his expression and blushing at the same time, I felt like I may as well have been naked. Walking faster and the quick change made the ropes feel tighter, especially between my sensitive lips, but I tried to forget and get out of eyesight as fast as possible.

When I got to Kim, I handed her my clothes, praying she would shove them in her bag and no one else would see. With each person seeing me with them in my hands made me believe that they knew as well, that dozens of people knew I was practically naked and worse.

She just stood there and smiled, I quickly shoved my clothes at her, “please, just put them away.”

“Fine, fine,” she scanned me over again, her eyes making me feel extra exposed, “I think it’s sexier this way anyways, using one’s imagination and all.”

Task 9.3– Where Reality Comes True

Dragged out of the bar, I was thankful that we were getting out of there. A lot of the guys in there could have just figured I was drunk or not too smart to get to the bar, but the final guy who I obviously grabbed his cock must have known better. Last thing I wanted was for everyone there to think I was some kind of cock hungry slut looking for attention. They don’t say it but even at Disney bad things happen when people get drunk here.

It did feel pretty big though and I couldn’t help but thinking of the possibilities. The guy looked old enough to be my father or maybe even grandfather, but age shouldn’t matter as long as it still got hard and could last long enough to pleasure me.

“Jesus,” I muttered, I was getting to that level of horniness again that just made me want dark, devious things, not caring about the aftermath.

“Mmmph,” a sudden moan escaped my lips before I could start it, Kim gave the vibrator a quick buzz to get my attention.

We were walking on our way to France when she nudged my arm, “what were you thinking about, you looked like you were day dreaming about something.”

She fiddled with her phone and the vibrator started to lowly hum inside of my ass, “um, just the whole thing.”

“The whole thing, you mean one of those guys at the bar?”

I blushed, I felt like I was so transparent around her, practically an open book to be read, “maybe.”

“I bet it was huge,” she leaned over to whisper in my ear, turning the vibrator up, “you know, I’m not just about girls, I have fucked a few guys, I mean I prefer girls, but I can’t turn down a perfect cock when I get the chance.”

I’m not sure why, but the thought of watching Kim get fucked by a guy just turned me on so much. I swore that the vibrator was on full because I had to grab her arm to let her know I was about to cum.

“What did that turn you on princess?”

“Yes, please turn it off before I cum, just please stop it right now.”

“Tell me what you were thinking about then?”

“The last guy, the guy who rubbed right up against my hand, I was thinking how big he was…ok?”

“The old guy? Seriously?”

“Yes, now please just stop it,” I was on the edge of orgasm.

She turned it down but not off, I still felt like I was building up and I wasn’t going to be able to stop it.

“I didn’t know you were into the older type, much older from the looks of it, maybe we should go back and get his number.”

“No!” the thought of it brought so many emotions of humiliation, embarrassment, fear but all my brain could think of was that she would and the next thing I knew I was in a bathroom with his cock down my throat.

My legs shook and I put a hand over my mouth as I leaned on a rail, Kim grabbed my beer out of my hand and then my legs gave out as I slumped to the ground as all the energy of my legs gave out. The sudden bump on the hard concrete ground, hit just the right spot of the plug and causing me to orgasm right there. It took everything I had to not openly moan and scream in pleasure and I prayed that I wasn’t about to gush in my shorts.

The vibrator finally shut off and Kim sat beside me, she put the drinks on the ground next to her, “you are a hungry little slut, aren’t you?”

My mind was kind of in a fog, I couldn’t even remember how many orgasms or near orgasms this has been and so many were in public, “I guess, I don’t know, maybe…”

“If we went back and found that old guy, you’d probably suck his cock and let him fuck you, wouldn’t you?”

“Maybe, I don’t know, I’m still a virgin remember?”

“Let’s go back then and find out, maybe you lose your V-card today?”

“No, no, that’s ok,” I didn’t want to let her know I’ve had fantasies about losing it and this wasn’t the way I wanted to.

She laughed, “that’s fine, I doubt his family would appreciate him sneaking off to the bathroom to fuck some girl a third his age,” she gave me a look, “although I didn’t see a wedding ring or a grandmother with them, so who knows.”

I blushed, now thinking that there was a chance he would, if he was with something that was a definite no, almost a rejection, but the thought crossed my mind and a feeling in a gut almost mistook me for being happy.

We sat there for a little bit, once I was focused again, I drank my warming beer and once I was strong enough, I stood back up and continued our little magical adventure. Walking into France I was worried about what was going to happen next. We walked over to the corner and I watched as Kim fiddled in her bag trying to find something and then pulled out something that was easily concealed in her hand and brought it in front of me as if handing it to me.

“Here,” I put out my hand and she dropped a pin into it, “see any you want to trade for.”

I looked at the board and saw a brand new pin I’ve been wanting since I love Baymax.

“Can I help you ladies,” the man behind the table said.

“Just want to trade for that one,” I pointed at the Baymax.

He put out his hand and I handed it to him, he took off the back and got the pin and gave it to me. Nothing sexual at all, no vibrations, no her trying to make me cum or embarrass me in front of him or teasing, or asking for his number.

“Thank you!” I smiled, feeling normal for the first time today.

“Hey Maggie, can you grab me one of those baggie things.”

I went back and saw the ziplock bags with postcards in them and leaned over to grab one and ran back to Kim as we exited the store.

“You definitely made that guys day.”

“What do you mean?”

She pointed down, “he was staring at your tits the whole time and I bet if he was lucky he was able to see down your shirt when you bent over.”

I blushed at the thought of him not only seeing my braless chest but all the ropes around it, I couldn’t bear to look back as we made our way down the alley.

Task 9.2– Where Reality Comes True

[Jumping back to chapter 9 to finish the book, sorry about jumping ahead, just really needed to get that one written down because of how, intense...extreme, insane it was before I forgot.]

“So does this mean I can remove something like you promised?”

“You did, the ben-wa balls are gone,” she smirked at me, I knew I was pushing my luck by asking but I thought she would have some mercy since they were mine and I lost them.

When I noticed her looking down at my chest, I started to get self-conscious and looking down I saw my nipples were rock hard and poking at my shirt, with the metal balls they look like they were pierced as well. To anyone passing by I probably looked like some hipster slut dying for attention and it made me desperately want to cover them, my uncomfortableness and current state looked like it was totally making Kim’s day.

“You get any feeling back into your legs?”

“A little…” I was hoping she would feel sorry for me, but I should have known better than that.

“Ok, let’s go, there is so much fun to be had.”

I worried at her definition of fun and what that would mean for me as we continued to stroll around Epcot. I wondered who else would get my number and what other dirty little secrets I would tell when my brain was thinking nothing but, sex, sex and more sex.

When I got up, my legs still felt a bit numb, they held me up, still had a bit of control, to be honest they didn’t hurt, they just didn’t feel like they were actually there. I used to feel like this when I ran in high school, when I would overdo it and run so far to forget about the world and my legs would go from hurting to just numb.

It was the rope nestled between my pussy lips that made it hard, I was so sensitive, with every step I took I wasn’t sure if I was feeling more pleasure from it or it felt like sandpaper being run across my clit. The metal balls pinching my nipples and being braless didn’t help either and the fact that people could see how hard they were just added to my humiliation. I was clothed, but at times I felt like I was walking around naked and everyone could easily see every inch of my body. I just hoped that the ropes weren’t showing as much as my nipples were.

“I think we need a drink.”

“Didn’t we just get one?”

“No, an adult beverage, come on, follow me,” like I really had a choice in the matter, I was kind of at her mercy and Kim knew it.

We walked into the bar at the rose and crown and it seemed even in this early hour, the bar was packed with people, not to mention a group of guys that were a little too excited to be at Disney. I wasn’t a fan of big crowds, not to mention a group of guys who looked like they were twice my height.

“How about a couple of drinks, my treat, just go to the bar and get two Guinnesses,” she handed me a couple of 20’s and stood back in the corner watching me.

“Excuse me, um excuse me,” the guys weren’t moving, I may as well had been invisible at that point.

I looked back at Kim not sure what to do, she just mouthed the words, “just push past, you won’t hurt them.”

I squeezed past the guys, my body pressing against there’s as I went past, they kept talking like I wasn’t even there. Arms grazed against my breasts, legs and other parts against my ass, but the thing that sent a shiver up my spine was when I felt finger tips against the small of my back, a spot I didn’t know could feel so intense and nearly made me gasp. I felt home free till one of the guys turned around, his crotch firmly set right on my arm and for a split second I felt his cock press against my wrist.

“Sorry about that,” he said quick and quickly forgetting me in that same second.

“Can I get you something,” the bartender at least gave me her attention.

“Yeah, just two Guinesses please,” the guys were still pressing against me, it wasn’t hands or intentional but I would feel something random rub against my ass and press me into the bar.

“Just need some ID.”

I took out my wallet and handed it to her, “wow, I’m sorry, you look so young, I would have never guessed.”

I blushed, “thank you,” I would get it a lot, especially dressed in these clothes people always thought I was still a teenager, I guess I should take it as a compliment.

I paid and grabbed the glasses once they were ready, the hard part now was getting back to Kim. I held up them up high, but didn’t realize how exposed and vulnerable that left me. Squeezing past the bodies, back and chests rubbed up against my sensitive nipples which now stood our “proudly” as I walked past, others rubbed up against my ass and the ropes tugged and pulled in tight areas almost feeling like it was getting pulled up and tighter into my pussy. I couldn’t bear to look at the facts of the people around me and I hoped by not noticing them they didn’t notice me.

When I got back, Kim took the glasses and put them on the table she found and held out her hand, “my change?”

Oh shit, I completely forgot, I had just grabbed the drinks and ran, worried about getting back through the crowd.

“Hmmm, seems you need to be punished,” I was worried the vibrator was going to be turned on again but she decided on something else, “squeeze past those group of guys again, make sure to squeeze past every one and have your palms facing outwards.”

“Come on, I’ll get in trouble, what if they say something and we get kicked out.”

“Oh, trust me, hot girl feeling around for cock, they won’t say a thing.”

My legs shook as I walked back, I was more nervous than I had been when I first met Kim at that lesbian bar and I was wearing a whole lot less clothes. I figured I may as well make it fast; it was hard keeping my palms out but managed to squeeze past the first two guys, one was facing away the other towards me. A hard ass against my right, but didn’t feel anything to my left, there were 8 guys in the group and 2 were down, squeezing to my left I only got their sides, but turning to the right my right hand grazed his crotch while my left got another thigh.

Spinning to my left another ass in my hand and thighs in my right, it was hard keeping track of who I touched and didn’t and with another sweep I hoped to get them all without getting caught or really getting a hold of some stranger’s cock. It wasn’t till I reached the last and got back to the bar that a long, thick, maybe hard cock found its way into my hand. It was just for a split second, but even I could tell it was impressive and couldn’t help but look up at the owner. An older man, not a part of the group but looked old enough to be my father, just looked down at me and smirked. All I could do was look back at the bar and blush, I didn’t know what to say.

“Hey Ms. Forgot your change,” I took it, it was like 8 dollars and change and I couldn’t believe I went through all of that just for that.

A small group behind had cleared out and the once treacherous trek to get to the seats from the bar now because a simple few steps away, I felt like Kim was going to blow a blood vessel at how hard she was laughing watching me.

She stood up and gave me a hug which left me a little confused, “come on slut, let’s drink these while we walk, it’s too crowded in here.”

Task 10.5– Friend Reunion

That’s when the climate changed in the room, this wasn’t about my pleasure to them, wasn’t about their friend and the sexual connection we had all suddenly made, I was now to be used. It couldn’t have been more obvious when two hands found the back of my head and a cock was thrust into my mouth and down my throat. It would have been more pleasurable if my jaw didn’t feel so tight, but the burning sensation in my throat by being face fucked that most girls probably complained about, fueled the fire between my legs that was now getting fucked for the second time in my life.

“So, fucking tight,” was what I thought I heard, still unable to tell one voice from another, I had no idea who was now underneath and who was using my throat.

Large, smooth, firm hands grabbed my ass and pulled me down harder and harder onto the cock I was impaled on, hitting new spots inside of me that I never knew existed. I had no idea how something so big could fit in me and had images of being stabbed by it, hitting and piercing my insides. That’s when I felt hands firmly grasp my waist, hands that felt so big that they felt like they wrapped around me entirely with thumbs digging into my back and fingers into my stomach, I felt like a tiny child in comparison.

“Fuck that slut’s ass,” words that should have shocked me, words that came from a dear friend that knew me all my life and how religious and innocent I was raised.

Maybe it was all the drugs, my writing, my experiences until now, maybe the hardest part to really realize even now with words like that were, it’s true. I feel now looking back more regret if it hadn’t happened then it did. How many people can say they lived out their sexual fantasies, even the most extreme and unlikely ones that they could only sit at home and masturbate to the thought of never having the chance to even come close to trying.

The real proof, the one thing that “sealed” the deal was when I felt the tip of a third cock press against my ass. It didn’t make it at first, no matter how it tried and my moans of pain or possible pleasure, or both, it was hard to tell at the time made it sound like I just wanted it more. That disgusting sound of spit as I could only imagine someone spitting in their hands, putting it all over their cock and pressing in with all their strength made me feel like a whore.

The dick now trying to fuck my ass pushed me forward and backwards onto the other two while it roughly took me. That’s until I started to push back to meet it, now I went from the use fuck doll to the slutty participant. Eventually the cock in my ass slid in and out with ease, every hand from the ones grabbing the back of my head, fingers digging into my ass and gripping my waist tightened and their cocks thrust harder and deeper. If you look at it from the guys perspective, they were now using me to get their rocks off, but for some strange reason I felt like they were putting in all their effort to pleasure me.

“God I’m going to fucking cum,” I wasn’t sure which was about to, I was on the pill, but I wasn’t sure if they knew that.

The cock fucking my ass drove in deep and held there, I could feel it twitching inside of me as I felt a warmth fill my ass and grunts echo through the room. The cock in my pussy began to fuck harder and faster as if it was trying to catch up, you could feel the slaps of our skin coming together and I thought he was going to be the next to cum when the dick in my mouth shoved in just as hard and as deep as the one that just came, I thought they were trying to see if they could touch tips for a second.

His fingers gripped and tugged slightly on my hair as I felt him start to unload down my throat. I breathed the best I could through my nose but my heart was beating so fast that I thought I would black out from the lack of air, until he suddenly pulled out and I gasped. Moans following behind each gasp and with firm hands gripping my ass pulled me down firmly until I was thoroughly sitting on the boy under me, his dick so deep, I thought he was in my stomach.

With a cock still firmly hard and plugging my ass, I felt so full and could feel every shot of cum that came out of his cock, the idea that he may not know I was on the pill sent me into a degrading, spiraling orgasm at the thought of him trying to breed me. A hand grabbed the back of my head again and I prepared for another cock to fuck my mouth, but instead I was pulled down and kissed deeply. It seems all worries of sharing fluids whether they be guy or girl went out the window.

For what felt like hours, each of my holes was filled, sometimes right away, sometimes time would pass as I laid limp and exhausted on Zack’s bed and someone would grab the back of my head and fill my mouth or come behind me and start fucking my ass or pussy until they unloaded in me. Eventually I was sober and clear headed enough to get up, take the blindfold off and get dressed.

When Carlos and Anthony were fast asleep, Matt was nowhere to be found, probably in the bathroom and Zack was playing a game on his xbox without even realizing I was up. That’s until I stepped in front of him and get sprung up, I was worried he was going to try to fuck me again and I was never going to leave.

“Are you ok?” was what he asked me sounding concerned.

“Yeah,” I fell back to the meek little girl I always felt around him.

“Ok, just making sure we didn’t go too far, or hurt you, we were all kind of fucked up.”

“I know, I wanted it, this is me.”

He leaned over and gave me a hug, not one of his usual, crazy, pick me up bear hugs, it was just a loving hug.

“You know I love you right?” for a second, I thought he said it, but the words came out of my mouth.

“I know.”

“Yeah…” with that awkward answer, I walked out without making it even more awkward.

“Hey Maggie, long time no see,” it was Zack’s father.

“Yeah, Covid and life, right?”

I was definitely sobering up, my mouth was dry and my jaw felt sore as fuck, not to mention the other parts of me, other parts that felt like they were slowly leaking cum that I was hoping my shorts were catching. I was leaking cum of four guys that fucked me for hours in front of one of their fathers. I bit my lip thinking if he would like to be the fifth guy to add a load, not to mention the idea of having someone’s father fuck me was an awfully big fantasy as well.

It was weird to think that all the rumors in high school that I only hung out with these guys was because I let them take turns fucking me was now actually true. Guys I considered brothers to me, now were the first notches on my “belt” of sluthood.

“Need a ride for old times’ sake?”

A ride? I don’t think he had ever offered me a ride in the past, I usually only took my bike, “no that’s ok, I live by UCF now, I drove here.”

Task 10.4– Friend Reunion

“I want to touch myself so badly,” I realized that my inner thoughts were now coming out of my mouth with no filter.

“Where?” my eyes were closed, my mouth felt dry, I felt like I was dreaming.

“My chest and my pussy.”

A hand found it’s way to my chest, clumsily groping my breasts and circling around my nipples, another finger started teasing my pussy, sliding in between my lips, flicking my clit and sometimes teasing my whole without going in.

“Anything else you want?”

“I want to be blindfolded; I just want to feel everything.”

A piece of cloth was wrapped around my head and tied tightly, I wasn’t sure what it was, may have been a tie or a bandana, but now I was completely blind to the world around me, with random hands groping at my bare body. I was soaking wet when whoever it was started to finger my pussy. I felt around to feel a leg, a hardon starting to form.

“I want that,” came out of my mouth and I was lifted up and laid onto the bed.

The rest felt like a dream, a mouth started kissing and nibbling on my neck, another was kissing and biting on my nipple. Someone began to make out with me and I gasped in shock when I felt someone start to lick at my pussy, spreading my legs and lips and going down on me like there was no tomorrow. The best part or the possible worse part was, I had no idea who was doing what, I knew they were my friends, but at the same time they felt like faceless men pleasuring me all over my body.

That’s when I suddenly wanted more and I turned over onto my hands and knees and searched around for a body at the head of the bed. It’s strange even when you’re blind you can still find a button and zipper and the hard cock underneath, guys have it so easy when it comes to clothes, maybe they’re just made easier to come off for this reason. Anyways, to the random friend who was already hard, my mouth found his cock like a hungry calf looking for milk.

I couldn’t imagine what this whole thing would have been like with us sober, the shock on their faces, the shock on my face being exposed, the shock of them seeing their best friend sucking a cock, all my emotions except for my arousal were numb, but my horniness was in overdrive and all other logical senses and concerns felt like they were never there in the first place. It must have been contagious because after that things started to progress much faster.

Like a choreographed porno, a hand found the back of my head and started using my mouth, my hands were brought up to two cocks, one at each side and when I thought someone would finally take the initiative to fuck me, the person who was once eating my pussy started going at it again, his face buried between my ass and his tongue lapping at my pussy.

I tried to talk but I was being gagged by a cock, just muffled moans and sounds came out when all I was begging for was to finally be fucked. This is how I always imagined losing my virginity, maybe not to my best friends, but to a group of faceless guys taking me turned me on so much. With a sudden thrust so deep into my throat that almost made me throw up, I felt the cock start to twitch and empty itself into my stomach and then pull out. The taste of salty bitter cum tracing it’s way along my tongue as it came out.

“Fuck me,” I said trying to catch my breath, “mmmm, take my cherry.”

“Who’s going to do it,” the cloth wrapped around my head and my heart thumping in my ears made it hard to hear who was saying what and in the end there was no yes or no, just a silent agreement while one guy had his tongue half way inside of me tasting my inners.

Another cock found its way deep down my throat, it was so thick and long I thought it was Zack’s for a second but it had been so long since I had last had it, and it was only that once I didn’t know. I was so focused on the burning and fucking of my throat I didn’t realize that I wasn’t being eaten out anymore or what was going on until I felt a slight pinch as it felt like I was stabbed with a cock into my once virgin pussy.

I remember the slight, sharp pain giving me a moment of clarity and although I worried for that split second that I was going to come to my senses, that this was all crazy, that my best friends were now all naked and having their way with me. A strange sense of comfort hit me instead that it was them and even though I dreamed of being taken in a glory hole, naked, blindfolded and tied up used by dozens of strangers. This felt better, it felt right and now my body was just screaming for more.

“Dude, don’t cum in here, I don’t want your sloppy seconds,” someone yelled out.

“Fine whatever,” a hand grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me away from the cock in mouth and directing me back to the one that took my virginity.

Without even a thrust, the tip was placed in my mouth and unloaded, the taste of semen mixing with my own juices and possibly virgin blood flooded my mouth and I swallowed it all without question. Hands then gripped my waist and I was up on someone’s lap and was lowered onto another cock. I felt like a doll, a sex toy now being used for their pleasure.

Task 10.3– Friend Reunion

“Well, just kiss her dumbass, it’s not rocket science,” Zack laughed as he mocked Anthony.

Zack walked over and had me open my mouth and stick out my tongue and placed a pill on it and again I was about to do something with a close friend that I never knew would ever happen. I can’t lie saying I didn’t fantasize about stuff like this, but I didn’t think it would ever actually happen.

Anthony’s action didn’t make it any easier this time, it just felt so awkward like he was about to kiss his sister. He was trying to figure out where to place his hands, our height differences not making it very easy but then Zack had to egg him on some more.

“Come on! Just do it already!”

With a sudden grab, he pulled me towards him and with both hands under my ass lifted me up, legs wrapped around him he kissed me. With the sudden lift and jerk, I almost swallowed the pill, but manage to keep it in my mouth. He was not gentle at all, shoving his tongue into my mouth, searching for it, I wasn’t sure if he was being aggressive or just wanting to get it over with as fast as possible. Although his fingers dug into my ass, even the thick, rough material of my cargo shorts prepared me for how rough he was, so rough that I worried that he left marks.

He let me down, my legs were wobbly, my whole body was starting to feel relaxed and it was hard to stand straight. I also didn’t realize the button to my shorts were still undone and my shorts were now hanging low on my hips. Thankfully my butt had gotten bigger and were barely just keeping them up.

Without a word Carlos was last, he walked up to me and placed the pill on my tongue, placed his right hand on my cheek and then behind my head and pulled me in to kiss him. His fingers ran through my hair. His other hand though slipped into my shorts behind and felt my naked ass, it moved around as if it was searching for something and then up to my small of my back under my hoodie and shirt and as high as it could go between my shoulder blades. I was more focused on his hand then the kiss and didn’t even realize when he took the pill or that he slowly traced the tips of my teeth with his tongue.

If it wasn’t for the alcohol, the pot and now the x, I probably would have been freaked out that my 4 best friends, that I’ve known my whole life had just made out with me and a few groped me. I mean Zack has seen me naked and I sucked his cock, but now Anthony felt up my ass and Carlos felt my bare skin in places few to no one else had before and he knew I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Ok, so what now?” I questioned, wasn’t sure if I meant what are we going to do now, or are you all going to take me now, but I guess they took it as what should we do now.

“I guess we can put on a movie,” Zack commented, he went into his apple account and of all movies put on Eyes Wide Shut.

I mean it could have been worse, he could have put on some porn and really egged on the situation. We all sat in front of his bed on the floor, all the stuff I took was really starting to hit me hard, not to mention I was feeling hell of a horny now. Like a cat I just wanted to rub up on everyone, first Zack to my left and then Matt to my right, Carlos and Anthony were on the outskirts of the group and I wondered what they were thinking, especially Carlos.

All I could think about is how much I just wanted to be touched and how insanely hot it was getting in the room. I remembered the last time I got high with my friends, wearing what I was wearing now and nearly took off my hoodie and shirt in one go and worried that I would expose myself to everyone. The longer I waited though and the more I thought about it, the more unbearable it was getting and I felt like I was about to start sweating and then worried about stinking up the place. So, I grabbed the front of my hoodie and made sure to only be grabbing the hoodie and in one swift motion pulled it up over my head and threw it forward towards the TV.

The cool air felt amazing after taking my hoodie off, my shirt must have been thinner than I thought because it felt like the air conditioning was blowing on my bare skin. When I looked down, it was too late to realize that I had taken off my shirt as well, that all eyes in the room were now on my naked chest, but for some reason it just didn’t matter to me. I felt extremely comfortable and didn’t even attempt to cover up.

“Maggie, what the fuck?” one of them said, I wasn’t sure which, I was half in a daze now.

“Sorry, I was hot, I had to take it off.”

“Why don’t you take the shorts off too if you are so hot.” Another said, I think this time it was Zack.

“Ok,” like in a trance I pulled the zipper down since the button was already undone, peeled them down my legs and was now completely naked in a room filled with my friends, the only one naked.

I could only imagine the awkwardness in the room if not the horniness and questions as we watched a someone erotic room with a naked girl. A girl who was now snuggling up against Zack with her bare ass pressed against Matt and everything on display.

“God that looks fucking hot,” as we got to the orgy scene in the movie and my hand started to rub Zack’s thigh.

“You like that,” Zack spoke up, “what do you like about it?”

“All the fucking and everyone is watching.”

“Aren’t you still a virgin?” Anthony asked.

“Yeah, for the most part.”

“The most part what does that mean,” Matt jumped in.

It should have felt weird, I was naked in a room full of clothed boys and now they were asking me questions about my sex life. It seems Zack told them nothing and kept what happened between us a secret, but now they all knew. I told them about going to a nude resort, my friend Kim who really pushed my buttons among other things that I did recently and wrote about in my books which they were still shocked that I wrote erotic novels.

Task 10.2– Friend Reunion

“Hear hold this,” I didn’t know what he meant, since both of my hands were full holding the controller when he stuck the joint in my mouth.

Before I knew what was going on, I took a big hit and felt the warmth spread throughout my body. Every inch of my skin tingled and I started to feel both relax and really excited at the exact same time and the worse part was, I was starting to feel really warm under my hoodie, too warm.

Then it went further than I expected, I really thought it was the alcohol or even the pot, the fact I hadn’t talked to Zach in over a year after what happened at the last Halloween party I went to at his house, I thought anything sexual with us was a red flag. I mean he was the very first cock I ever sucked and I came clean with him about my desires, my writing, and my fantasies which drove him away and into the arms of another girl which was more suited to his taste. That’s when I felt his hand slip under my shirt and up to my bare breasts.

I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties, ever since I started writing and especially since I started living out my fantasies in this book, I rarely ever wore them, especially when I had my tomboyish clothes on, the cargo shorts were thick enough to hide me completely and my hoodie was my armor that hid my desires from the world.

His fingers circled around my hard nipple and then gently tugged on it, my mouth gasped open and I held back the sound the best I could. I was so confused what was going on, confused if I cared if the other guys knew or not and confused if Zack cared either. Then down his hand traveled, past my stomach and into my shorts without hesitation, this wasn’t the same guy who I seduced into a bathroom, he knew what he wanted and was going for it. The feeling of his hand made the waistband pull tight against my skin but that wasn’t stopping him and with his other hand I felt him undo the button and my shorts went slack.

This tip of his finger found the top of my slit and slid inbetween my lips, all the way down to my hole and back up grazing my clit. He pulled his hand out and ran the wet finger across my lips and under my nose. I was definitely wet and could smell how aroused I was and it lingered even after his pulled his hand away. I didn’t know what game he was playing or what his intentions were, but I was starting to lose control of my thoughts and desires.

“Shit, how did I come in last?!?! That stupid blue shell, the game is targeting me this isn’t fair.” Anthony was rage quitting, and to be honest I didn’t even know if I finished the races, let alone placed.

My body and mind didn’t care at this point, it was dying for attention, it wanted Zack’s hands, his mouth, his cock and it really wanted to take my hoodie off because I was starting to burn up.

“Hey guys, time for that next part we’ve been talking about, did you bring it Matt?” Zach said, leaning back, his cock felt like it was pushing harder into my ass and I had no idea what he was talking about.

“Yeah, I didn’t think you’d be up for that, I tried it back home and it’s fucking amazing.” He responded.

He pulled out a little mint tin but and opened them up, they looked like mints but I assumed they weren’t. They were different colors with little hearts on them, some with smiley faces, one with a crown, they looked like candy.

“What is it?” I was curious but for the first time I felt naive and innocent around my friends, we’ve drank before, done pot, but never anything like this.

“It’s X, try it, you’ll like it,” Zach whispered into my ear, my hair stood on end, it’s like his every word set my body on fire.

I took a pill and was about to put it in my mouth when he stopped me, “no, not like that, let’s do it the fun way.”

He took a pill and put it on his tongue and I figured he was about to swallow it, but instead he grabbed the back of my head and kissed me deeply, his tongue entered my mouth and I felt the pill pushed onto my tongue, he grabbed my ass and I the pill disappeared. I wasn’t sure when I swallowed it, I even wondered if he took it back and swallowed it himself, all I remember is feeling breathless and speechless afterwards.

“Ok, my turn now,” Zach put a pill on my tongue and looked at me sharply, “now don’t swallow this one, it’s for me.”

This time I kissed him, my body was burning with desire, every touch on my skin from his hands to my own clothes felt like a veil of pleasure washing over me. It didn’t do anything for my clumsy nature as I tried to push the pill into his mouth, it fell off and onto his leg. Without thinking I kneeled over and scooped it up with my tongue and went back to kissing him deeply until I knew I had it in his mouth.

“Oh, me next,” Matt came up without hesitation, standing me up.

I put my tongue out as he placed a pill on it, I should have been feeling how weird this was, my childhood friend was about to kiss me and I hadn’t even done anything with him yet. He put his hand on my cheek, almost lovingly and pulled me in for a deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together and even after I knew I gave him the pill, it didn’t stop. He kissed me like he had been making up for years of lost time, his hands moved down my body, almost scanning my figure through my thick hoodie until they got down to my hips and to the top of my ass.

Before he could go lower Anthony chimed in, “ok, I’ll join in, um what do I do?”

Our kiss broke, I wasn’t sure how I was feeling anymore, that if it was the drug or everything that was happening out of some sort of wet dream and maybe none of this was real at all.

Task 10.1– Friend Reunion

[Ok, so something happened and I had to jump to do this chapter while it was still fresh in my mind, I hope you guys don't mind, as fun as 9 was this really was insane and needed to be written.]

So, the hardest thing since leaving high school was pretty much losing my best friends. They all went away to college somewhere. I gave one a blowjob and professed my true desired nature and kind of got pushed away. It was really heart breaking since these were the guys that I pretty much grew up with. I mean we texted every so often, not as much as I wanted since we used to see each other almost daily in high school.

I guess school work, college events and new friends got them so busy that they forgot about their old ones, or maybe I was just that depressed that it felt a lot harder on me than it really was. I mean I was happy for them, they were living the dream, it just sucked that it was without me. However, they all came back to town recently to visit since all of their families still lived here, they had a little time off for winter break and I was excited to see my friends again, pending Zach since we’ve been hardly talking and he’s been going to a local college about 45 minutes away.

I guess thinking about it, I was just as nervous as I was excited, I mean what if Zack told them what I did and they looked at me different or wanted nothing to do with me afterwards. I mean they thought of me so long as their innocent little sister and I basically sucked my big brother’s dick. Even worse it kind of turns me on to remember how big it was, and sometimes I wish I could remember more but I think I was fairly drunk or high at the time.

Anwyays, days of nerve racking waiting for the day we all hang out again came and of course it was at Zach’s house. Thankfully I was not the first to show up and after ringing the door bell and the reaction I was going to get for showing up arrived as well.

Zach answered the door, “hey.”

“Um hey yourself,” I’d never known Zack to give me such a cold welcome before, “hey about before, I’m sorry if I…”

Before I could finish, he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up in a big hug that I had become accustomed to my whole life with him. It was so warm and welcoming that I almost started crying. I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him back, I had forgotten how good this felt, even at the times when I thought he was going to crush my ribs or break my spine.

“I missed you,” he said very softly.

“I missed you too.”

When he finally let me down, “man, have you gained weight or something, you’re getting heavy.”

“Nah, you’re just getting weak at your old age.”

After that, it felt like nothing was different at all. When I got to his room, Matt, Anthony and Carlos were already playing Mario Kart, they had some beers and I could already see a bag of stuff I hadn’t smoked in a long time on the bed. They were so into the game I don’t even think they noticed when we walked into the room, it wasn’t until the game was over that I got a…

“Wow, when the fuck did you two get back,” Matt yelled out, giving me a hug.

Another hug from Anthony and a shockingly third from the once super quiet and reserved Carlos.

“I guess we can start the real fun now that everyone is here,” Zach said grabbing the bag off the bed.

“Eh, it’s much easier to get overseas, not to mention the brownies at some places.”

“And you didn’t bring any home to share with the family,” Anthony said seeming disappointed.

“They were just too good not to finish and I’m not a quitter.”

I would say more of our quippy talk but that could last a whole other book, let alone this chapter. But with some rolling later and handing out of some beer, Mario Kart began again. Although it seemed we were all making up for lost time, I was normally a one and done but barely into half an hour and I was already 2 beers in and I hadn’t even smoked yet.

That’s when everyone would start being more of who they were. Matt would get more focused on the game, Anthony would blame everyone else on the fact he was shitty at it and kept losing, Carlos would get even quieter if that was at all possible and Zach would have to be more the center of attention. Although something was very different with Zach this time around and instead it felt like he was trying to make me the center of attention.

“Come on Maggie, you’re turn I can’t keep beating these guys all day long, it’s starting to get boring.”

“I’m good, I don’t want to make them feel even worse when they start losing to a girl.”

“Fine, can you at least do me a favor and throw away my beer then,” he held it up as I got up and came over.

When I went to grab it, he grabbed my arm and pulled me down and before I knew what was happening, I was sitting on his lap with the controller in my lap, “better start or else they’re gonna beat you.”

“Fine,” I tried to get off of his lap, but his arms were still around my waist stopping me from moving, well getting up, all I could do was wiggle my ass into his lap at this point.

I wasn’t sure if Zach was doing it on purpose or not realizing he was hold me in place on his lap or what it was making me do when I tried to get up unsuccessfully.

“You’re playing like shit, come on Megs.”

I’m playing like shit because I can feel your big dick rubbing up against my ass and I’ve been thinking about it this whole time and it’s hard to focus when it’s the only thing I can think about, which is what I said in my head. There was no way I was going to say that out loud, if I was smoking it probably would have been out loud but I was thankful I wasn’t yet. The last time I smoked I nearly lost control of myself and a lot has happened since then.

Then he did something that was a huge shock, something that would have shocked the guys if they were actually paying attention to something other than the game. Zack took a puff behind me and blew it gently into my left ear. The feeling sent tingles down my spine and caused me to gasp. I wasn’t sure if it was the smoke, his cock or the beer but I was starting to feel really warm and lightheaded.

Brief Update

Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated in a bit, this month has been a little crazy, something big happened that'll be the final chapter of this book, also, I have the flu. Not just any flu but Flu A which didn't sound so bad at the urgent care when the PA told me. But then she said that's pretty much the worse and after two days of feeling like I was dying she told me I wasn't even at the peak of it. Funny enough she asked if I had gotten to the nausea stage yet and told her no and 5 seconds later she was handing me sick bag... hopefully I'll be better in a few days. The last chapter is a big surprise, it was a big surprise to me to as a fantasy that became reality. 

Update and Spoiler

It seems the last chapter of this book has already been written and it wasn't a task. Something kind of crazy happened this week. All I'm going to say is it was with my friends, may have done some stuff, Mario Kart was involved and yeah...that will be the last chapter of this book.

Task 9.1– Where Reality Comes True

It was dead quiet until the scene started and I felt it, inside of me. Ever noise caused the vibrator to come to life and I felt lucky that it was too dark for anyone to see my expression. We launched backwards and it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be except for the fact that I was already on the verge of cumming. Spinning around I heard the sounds of the coaster and prepared myself for the worst, all of my insides clenching in fear and anticipation. The balls inside my pussy felt like they were ringing like choir bells. Kim grabbed my hand and my orgasm exploded like the scene we had just seen on the screen.

That’s when the whole ride suddenly lifted and I felt like I was floating, then down we went. My body weight was pressing onto the butt plug forcing the vibrations deeper inside of me. The ropes around my breasts felt like they were squeezing tighter and I my pussy was clenching against the ben-wa balls unable to relax out of fear that they would end up in my throat somehow. The worse thing though was, my orgasm had not stopped yet.

I squeezed Kim’s hand so tightly I worried I was going to break it. Every turn, drop and lift felt like my body was being teased and tortured from every angle. Even the magnetic balls were pinching and pulling on my poor nipples that were now overly sensitive from my orgasm.

“Oh god!” I prayed my screams of pleasure were being mistaken for everyone else’s typical rollercoaster screams, but Kim knew differently and I knew she was probably really enjoying this.

It was starting to get so intense that I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to last before I passed out or even worse, possibly peed myself. I felt wetter than I had ever felt in my life, I wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline, the toys, Kim or the public setting.

Thump! Thump!

Was all I thought I heard at one point of the ride, the music was so loud I think I felt it more than heard it and it took me a second to realize what had just happened. The balls had somehow gotten pushed out of me past the rope that laid nestled between my pussy lips. Images of Final Destination flashed in my head and I hoped I hadn’t just killed someone with my little, heavy, pussy soaked, sex balls. I wasn’t even upset that I lost them since they had been so cheap, I was just more worried that I had done something dangerous.

When no screams were heard or the ride suddenly stopped, the thought slipped to the back of my mind. I could feel my pussy twitching, my eyes rolling, it was minutes or orgasmic bliss that became a rollercoaster of intense pleasure that was starting to become too much to handle.

“See that wasn’t so bad,” I heard a voice say as we came into what I hoped was the final scene.

Into the unload, I took a moment to gather myself. My legs worked, but they were completely numb, the only thing making them move was my sheer willpower alone and even then I feared they would give out and I would collapse onto the floor. Not a bad place though since most people I heard got sick on this ride, but didn’t really want to get checked over in my current state.

“I may need a hand getting out,” I blushed, my heart still racing as I looked at Kim, who showed some concern.

“Was the ride really that bad? I promise I’ll never make you go on it or any like it again if you can’t handle it.”

She put an arm around my waist and helped me down the countless steps till we got outside and onto a bench. When we finally sat down, Kim still looked a little worried.

“Are you ok?”

“Um, yes and no…”

I was blushing so hard, well I was either blushing or my face as still flushed with all the blood rushing to it from the countless or one long unending orgasm I had that was finally subsiding. Even when she touched my arm I twitched, not from being upset or scared, but my skin was that sensitive, but it made her draw back in panic.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she looked genuinely upset and concerned.

I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, and whispered as quietly as I could so only, she could hear “I’m ok, I just didn’t stop cumming the whole ride and I may have lost the ben-wa balls.”

“Ohhhhh,” her expression changed, I knew she wanted to smile from ear to ear but she was trying to act sensitive.

“My legs are kind of numb and um I’m a little worried the back of my shorts are soaked.”

She took a look behind me and slipped a hand under my ass, “nope you’re good, nothing I can see or feel, but was it really that intense.”

“Um, I thought I was going to pee myself at one point and pass out by the end, another 30 seconds and I probably would have.”

“Let’s just wait here a little bit while you get your land legs back.”

“This wet, I think you can call them sea legs.”

We both kind of giggled at my bad joke, but what made me feel better was her hand on mind. I knew all this sexual stuff was one thing, I just never knew there was any caring involved as well and as much as she probably wanted to make me orgasm off the walls and fuck me senseless, she actually cared about me and that was kind of a new thing for me.

“So where to next?”

“Well, um, maybe some food?”

“I can eat out,” she smirked at me.

“Something a little bit more fulfilling…”

Task 8.5– Where Dreams Come True

When I sat down, I was exhausted and pleading with her to turn the thing off before I actually did cum. I wasn’t sure why I was so against it, having an orgasm in such a public place was a turn on for me, but with how intense it all was, I was worried I wasn’t going to be able to hide it or get up afterwards if I did and I was especially worried that I was going to wet my shorts with how turned on I was getting.

“Here,” I tossed the paper on the table, “please turn it off now.”

“Are you sure, you look like you were having so much fun up there.”

I rolled my eyes both out of annoyance and pleasure, “please, before my legs stop working again.”

“Fine if you promise to tell me what she said.”

“Yeah, anything, just turn the damn thing off already.”

“Ok,” she hit a button and the vibrations kept to a stop, even though my legs were still shaking, “what did she say.”

“She said she liked my piercings and she had a few of her own.”

“Wow, and…”

“That she was a bit weird too…and she would show me her piercings sometime.”

“And did you say anything?” she was looked like a kid waiting for the next part of an amazing story.

“I may have told her I was about to cum…” I blushed, my need to be honest and my filter broken by arousal now taking over.

She didn’t say anything, just smiled and looked at me in the eye, “well finish your drink and then on to the next game.”

We sipped our drinks in silence till I finished, I worried that Kim was thinking of the next game and hundreds of ways to humiliate me and bring me close to exposure at her own pleasure and thrill.

“Ok, make sure to text her and then we can get going.”

I did as I was told, just saying “hey, weird girl who asked you for your number at Starbucks, this is my number.”

Couldn’t have been any more awkward, until we walked out and all I could think about was her staring at me knowing I was on the verge or cumming. Also, that I said that in the first place to a complete stranger I just met, but, I guess we said a lot in those few moments and I did worse with Kim the first time I met her.

I was starting to get used to the ropes little by little, the pressure around my breasts, the feeling of it running over my bare skin, even the parts sliding between my lips, the ben-wa balls became a dull tease and even the fullness of my ass became second. The one thing I couldn’t get used to, was all the stares, something that Kim loved pointing out every time I would catch someone’s glance. Every time someone would walk by staring at my chest, she would give me a little nudge, I felt like I was blushing so hard that my face was brighter than a traffic light.

“Ok, we’re here.”

“Guardians? Um, sorry but I don’t really do thrill rides.”

“You’re doing one right now, please, I’ve always wanted to go on it and while you were up flirting with the barista I got us like impossible lightning lane passes,” she pouted and gave me puppy dog eyes.

I didn’t want to tell her that thrill rides like this gave me panic attacks. I did one roller coaster when I was little and as I was told it was a kiddie coaster compared to all the stuff out in the world. I don’t think Aerosmith would agree with that, but it was still not a fun experience for me and gave me anxiety whenever I would think about it, hell I didn’t even do splash mountain.

“If you do it, I’ll take off one thing, you can choose whatever you want, even the vibrator, which sucks, but that’s how much I want to do it.”

That was a good deal, the vibrator is where she had the most power and with it out… things might be a little bit more bearable, even with the rest of the stuff still in place.

“Ok, fine, but no making jokes about how much of a pussy I am when it comes to rides.”

“Well, you are what you eat,” I blushed and wanted to smack her, but she wasn’t wrong and I didn’t want to draw attention to us anymore than I already had been doing. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, “and you are fucking delicious by the way,” her teeth nipped at my ear sending shivers down my spine.

How could I say no after that, “let’s go before I change my mind.”

When we got into the line, my legs started to buckle, my breath quickened and I felt myself becoming rather lightheaded. I’d like to say it was because of something sexual, but I’m just that scared of thrill rides and to my shock, Kim noticed. There were only a few people in my life that could really tell how I was feeling, my friends from school, my mom every once in a while, my sister definitely, but Kim was kind of a shock. She held my hand and squeezed it tightly while we went through the queue and the pre-ride show which even shocked me at how amazing it was. It took everything I had to get onto the ride with passing out or throwing up.

When it started, I was scared, I was never a fan of these, when I was a child I remembered rides that made me feel sick. It felt like someone grabbing my stomach and twisting my insides, I wasn’t sure how other people like this stuff, but to me, it was a bad form of torture. That’s when I saw Kim grab her phone before we entered the launch room and she pulled up the vibrator app.

Task 8.4– Where Dreams Come True

“Let’s go take a seat, and enjoy our caffeine,” she grabbed the drinks and had me follow behind her, the look on her face showed how much fun she was having torturing me.

When we sat, I damned the cheap plastic benches that Disney used for everything, it felt like it was purposely pressing the plug deeper into my ass, which was already sensitive enough as it was. But its vibrations were one thing, it pushing in deeper was more of a being fucked feeling, rather than a being toyed with feeling.

“So, what did you think?” she was staring at me, dying to see what I was going to say.

“About what?” being an overthinker, I didn’t know if she meant, the toys, the near public orgasm I had, the coffee…

“The barista, she’s so hot, isn’t she?”

“Kim, she can probably hear us, don’t you have any shame?”

“This coming from the girl tied up with slutty toys under her clothes, and no underwear either,” she was eyeing my chest and it was making me blush, “not saying you don’t have some nipple confidence there.”

“Stop it, I don’t even know what that means.”

“It means, you’re braless and proud and don’t care that your nipples are sticking out like a couple of erasers getting everyone’s attention.”

“Can we change the subject please.”

“It’s either your nipples or the barista, take your pick,” she pulled out her phone and teased it across the screen, it was off but I still flinched at the thought of it turning the stimulation back on, especially while I was still so sensitive.

“Fine, what about the barista?”

“She was flirting with you.”

“Yeah, kind of hard to not notice.”

“You know, she’s staring at you right now.”

“Um, really, you’re lying,” I wanted to look over but I was too embarrassed to see if she actually was.

“Fine, if I’m lying, you can put your hoodie back on, but if I’m telling the truth, you have to get her number.”

I looked over and I wasn’t sure what I wanted more, to have my hoodie back or to see if she was actually interested and she was, she was looking right over at me and instead of being as embarrassed as I was, she just stared with confidence. Shit, I had to go ask for her number now, no she couldn’t be serious, weren’t we kind of on a date or something?

“Fine, no hoodie,” I was hoping that would be enough and call her bluff.

“No, go ask her,” she turned her phone on and the vibrator came back to life, slowly, gently, but it was her way of telling me to go do it, “it’ll get stronger and stronger until you ask and then it’ll stop.”

“There’s a line.”

“Better go before you wait too long, and oh,” she reached over and circled my nipples with her fingers that caused a sudden moan to escape my lips, “for some extra confidence.”

I got up, I had some time to catch my breath, but I was still very sensitive. Standing in line I wasn’t sure what I was focusing on more, the feeling of the vibrator getting stronger, little by little or how scared I was to ask her for her phone number. I mean how many guys and probably girls hit on her everyday asking for the same thing. Would I just be another asshole like the rest for hitting on her, would she just reject me, what if she does give me her number, what then. So many things were going through my head that I didn’t even realize I was at the front of the line before I knew it, looking at her face to face once again.

“Hey, um,” I was really bad at stuff like this.

“Hi there,” she had a smile on her face and was waiting for me to say something, “did you want to order something?”

“Yeah, um, I was wondering if, I mean, I’m not a weirdo or anything and, well.”

“That’s ok, I’m a bit of a weirdo too, makes life more fun,” her smile almost felt warming and the look in her eyes were just so, kind.

“I was wondering if I could get your number.”

“Sure, all you had to do was ask,” she pulled up some receipt paper, wrote her number on it and handed it to me like it was nothing, “nice piercings by the way, I have a few of my own,” her smirk almost made me melt, “maybe I’ll show you sometime.”

The thought of where and what she was talking about was turning me on, picturing her nipples pierced and God knows what else. The image made me remember the vibrations in my ass and I felt my orgasm building once again. Part of me was just so turned on, that part wanted to tell her everything, wanted her to just take me right there and couldn’t wait to text her.

“Are you ok? Couldn’t have been that bad to ask for my number”

“Oh, that’s not it,” it was pretty loud in the building and it was getting harder for me to talk loudly enough for her to hear me and she leaned forward.

“Sorry I couldn’t here you, what?”

“Oh, I’m just on the verge of cumming.”

I couldn’t believe what I was telling her, but for some reason it was just coming out without concern or fear. She just looked at me, not with shock, but just bit her lip again, looking down at my chest and back up to my eyes.

“Text me about it later, I want to know all the details, hope your date goes well though, I’ve got to get back to work.”

“It’s not a,” or was it, I was so confused, but didn’t want to get her in trouble and walked back to Kim, piece of paper in hand, clutching it while feeling like I was about to explode.

Task 8.3– Where Dreams Come True

Kim was having way too much fun too soon and I was having a hard time keeping up as her finger was sliding back and forth across her phone screen which may as well have been across my sensitive clit at this point or sliding in and out of the ass she was digitally fucking.

“Jesus Kim, slow down, I’m starting to lose feeling in my fucking legs,” I whispered to her, gripping her arm tightly to prove how serious I was being.

“Oh, alright, lightweight,” she smirked and took her thumb off of my virtual sensitive spots, “great face by the way.”

I looked up to see my face on the big screen and hoped no one noticed it, lucky everyone was too busy looking for their own and plugging in emails to get their videos to notice the look of ecstasy on my face. I wanted to walk out but she made us go over and put in our emails to get the video, as a “keepsake” for our fun time together today. I looked down hoping no one would put together my face on their as I stood by a bunch of innocent bystanders. I wasn’t showing anything, it was just super embarrassing.

When we finally walked out, the image was growing in my mind and getting much worse, it wasn’t just an embarrassing shocked, pleasure face but a full-on orgasm face that everyone had just witnessed and was nervous that now everyone at Epcot knew what I looked like when I came.

“Hey why don’t we get some coffee or something, my treat,” she offered, trying to act all cute and innocent.

“Sure, why not.”

The walk over was still something I was getting used to, if it wasn’t for the fullness that my ass felt, the strange restricting feeling of the ropes, it was the ben-wa balls that kept teasing me inside. Thankfully the line allowed me to stop and not move around so much which was a great rest from all the stimulation.

“I love coming here.”

“Like Epcot or the coffee shop?” my mind wasn’t at 100% so I wasn’t sure which she was referring to.

“Oh, you’ll know in a minute.”

“Next customer please,” the girl said at the register and we both slowly strolled up to her, I hadn’t even thought of what I wanted to drink yet and was a little embarrassed.

Kim on the other hand looked a little flustered as she talked to the cashier, who was really pretty, about my height with really short hair and glasses. I guess she had a type, short, nerdy and tomboyish. I was feeling a little jealous and I guess it got obvious to Kim as she turned the butt plug on again to show she was paying attention.

“So, what would you like?”

“Just a venti vanilla iced coffee.”

“I didn’t think you were into that vanilla crap,” Kim poked my side.

“Name for it?” the girl smirked at the comment as well, obviously knowing what it meant.

“Maggie…” I felt so embarrassed and aroused at the same time.

“That’s a pretty name for a pretty girl,” the barista said, causing me to blush.

“She flirts a lot, especially with pretty girls,” Kim whispered in my ear which wasn’t helping things.

The intensity of the plug suddenly went up and I was worried that Kim was actually going to make me orgasm right here, in a Starbucks in front of a cute barista.

“Oh I forgot, half and half, whole milk, 1%, what did you want in your iced coffee?”

“Oh um,” I was having a very hard time thinking and getting the words out, not to mention my legs were starting to tremble as I was feeling my orgasm starting to build and looked at Kim, pinching her arm to signal her to stop before I went over the edge.

“Maggie, do you want to cream?”

Did she just ask me if I wanted to cream?!?! Or did she said did I want cream; I really hope she asked me for cream because I was about to die of embarrassment or this orgasm that was about to hit me.

“Yes please.”

“She’ll have half and half; sorry she can be a little shy sometimes around some girls.”

“Oh that’s OK, I think it’s kind of adorable.”

I tried to put on my best smile as Kim paid the bill with her phone and we walked away to wait for our order.

“Please stop.”

“Stop what? Flirting, teasing, what do you want me to stop?”

“The vibrator, I’m about to fucking cum,” I said quietly, hoping no one else just heard it.

“Ok, take off the hoodie and I’ll stop it.”

“I’m not wearing a bra Kim.”

“That’s. my deal, take it or leave it.”

I reached for the bottom of the hoodie and pulled I up over my head and off in a quick motion, I was almost at the point of no return and I needed her to stop now before it was too late.

“Kim and Maggie!”

“Let me just get the drinks first.”

“Son of a bitch,” I mumbled to myself as she went to get the drinks before turning the vibrator off, it was taking all of my will power to not just cum and crumble on the floor in a spent heap.

My knees began to shake, I held on to one of the counters trying to keep a straight face, I looked back over at the barista who just took our order thinking dirty thoughts and how she probably was in on it and knew I was about to cum right here, right now!

“Oh sorry, let me get that,” she put down the drinks and fiddled with her phone, the vibrator turned off but I was still so sensitive, I felt like any movement would make me orgasm right there.

“Awe looks like your admirer left a surprise by your name,” Kim handed me my cup and next to my name was a little winky emoticon.

I looked back over surprised and saw her looking back at me and smiling, then looking down from my eyes she bit her lip and went to help the next customer. That look on her face nearly made me cream myself right there and I looked down to see my breasts look firming and more pointed I had ever seen them in my life, nipples pressing against the material, I was lucky it was a dark blue or else things would have been much worse.

Task 8.2– Where Dreams Come True

The world felt like a drowned-out fog dream, echoes in the distance and a blur that didn’t seem any more real than what I was feeling outside of my own body. Ok, that may have been a bit of an exaggeration, but it was pretty intense. My nipples felt like they were getting constantly pinched and pulled on with each step, the feeling of rope wrapped around my breasts made them feel tight and pushed out making them look bigger than I ever thought they could. The downstairs was more of a problem as we left the bathroom and headed for Spaceship Earth.

She had put little knots into the rope the slid between my pussy lips, a constant rubbing and stimulation, especially when they would sometimes rub against my clit. My ass felt full from whatever she shoved inside of me and the balls were the weirdest of all. I could feel their weight, I could feel myself clenching onto them and even though she said the rope would keep them inside of me, I worried that they would fall out and everyone would know exactly what they were.

There was thankfully no wait and as we got on the ride, I took a moment to catch my breath. Or at least that’s what I thought, the moment my ass sat on the hard, plastic seat, it felt like it drove the butt plug deeper inside of me, the pressure from my weight on it was something I wasn’t expecting and caused me to gasp as I sat. I hoped the cast member didn’t see the expression on my face or know what it meant if he had, the thought made me blush and look at Kim with a grumpy look.

“Awe, what’s with that face princess, the fun is only starting.”

“It’s starting to feel like a little much, don’t you think,” I pinched her arm, both being playful and a getting a slight hit back at her for all that she was putting me through, although a part of me was enjoying it.

“Which part is too much?”

She flicked a finger over where my nipple was, it must have been harder and more obvious than I thought because she flicked my right nipple with a single shot.

“No, I’m used to, ooo,” she pinched and pulled on my nipple slightly, “you know they have fucking cameras in here, right?”

“Eh, I doubt they’re looking or they are really enjoying their job today,” she smirked at me, although I was now a little worried of getting a lifetime ban.

She slid her hand under my hoodie, past my shirt and onto my bare skin, she was just grazing my hip with her fingers, but for some reason it felt so good.

Bump!

Spaceship Earth was a pretty old ride and although it was a slow-moving vehicle, the track had its bumps and this time I really felt it. The balls inside of me almost hummed as it hit the first bump causing me to bite my lip. It wasn’t as intense as a vibrator I used, but it was stirring the pot inside of me.

“You, ok?” her eyes showed her concern, but the grin on her face was showing she knew exactly what was going on.

“Yeah, just a little,” the ride bumped again, “um, just a little, I don’t know.”

“Bumpy?” she said it, while trying to hold back a laugh, I loved and hated her at the same time for what she was putting me through and teasing me about it at the exact same time.

Bump, bump, bump.

The bumps were getting me anywhere close to orgasm, but they definitely were a tease that were trying to get a few moans to escape from my lips. After a few more bumps, I was starting to get really turned on.

“Maybe, we could just go back to your place,” I whispered in her ear.

“After, there’s still a lot more fun to be had.”

I didn’t know how little I was paying attention to the ride until the vehicle started to rotate and I noticed the group of guys in front of us and the family behind us and I blushed thinking of how I was dressed. Although to the outside world I was probably overly dressed with a hoodie and cargo shorts, looking like a total tomboy, I felt completely naked with nothing but rope wrapped around my bare breasts and slipped between the wet folds of my vagina.

On the way down the screen came alive, the light putting a spotlight on me, although it wasn’t what I was wearing for once that made me nervous, but the expression on my face.

“You pick for the video, I’ve done it enough times to know all of them by heart.”

I picked a few but, I kind of knew that all as well and once the video came on, that was the next shocker. To some it may have looked like a sneeze when they take my face and put it on the character, but I knew better and so did Kim. It was a moan, the first bump of the ride that set my pussy on fire and in the next room, it was about to be seen by everyone on a big screen.

“Please watch your step, please watch your step,” the cast member was saying over and over at the end of the ride.

I got off safely as I did a thousand times but then suddenly felt a sudden vibration in my ass that nearly made me stumble off the moving walk way.

“Please watch your step ma’am,” the female cast member said behind me as I blushed and smiled, standing up straight, my knees buckling at the vibrations.

“Stop it,” I looked at Kim sternly who had her phone in her phone, her finger fidgeting with the screen.

“Like I told you, the fun has only begun.”

Task 8.1– Where Dreams Come True

This task was a continuation of the last one, those ben wa balls, were picked for good reason. Not a reason I had because I had no idea what they were, but to the deviously, evil mind of my new lesbian friend Kim. Who is making me admit that after I got back into my car after the mall incident, I was told if I wanted relief before I got home, I’d have to remove my hoodie to do so. Just to let you all know, I ended up taking my hoodie off at some point on the drive home, but I’ll write about that later to not take away from the task at hand.

This task had to do with the happiest place on earth or at least my happy place, Epcot. Yeah, did a task in a place I wasn’t supposed to, but I will tell you, it was well hidden, and to my knowledge, no one knew what happened. See I met Kim at the park that day and she had me bring the balls with me, outside in my bag after they were well cleaned. I honestly thought they were those Chinese balls that were supposed to strengthen your hands, but I was very wrong. Anyways, no more beating around the bush…

I was really worried that security was going to flag us down and knew exactly what the balls were in my bag and I was going to get banned from the parks, marked as a sex offender and my life was ruined, but none of that happened. In fact, they didn’t even do a bag check on me at all.

Kim: Hey, what’s taking you so long, I’m at the front of the ball.

Me: Just went through security, I’ll be there in a second.

I went through the touch point, and hurried my way over to Kim. She was sitting on one of the rails and waving at me with a big smile on her face. She was wearing some short denim shorts showing off all of her legs and getting the attention of an older man with his family, who was obviously checking her out.

“Hey you!” she gave me a big hug, well more like a bear hug, I thought she was going to break me in half with how tightly she hugged me.

She grabbed her bag and had me follow her, it was pretty early in the morning so when she took me into the women’s bathroom, there was no one in there but us. We went into the handicap stall and she hung her backpack from the hook and looked back at me like she was about to eat me alive. She put her hand behind my hand and pulled me in for a deep, passionate kiss that very much caught me off guard, stealing my breath away in the process. When she backed off I was very much a deer in the headlights, with my eyes wide I was left both breathless and speechless, not just at the kiss, but how confidently she did it without a second though that I wouldn’t reject her.

She leans forward and whispers in my ear, “ok, be a good girl and strip now.”

“Here? Are you crazy?” I know it was ridiculous to think, since we were well hidden in the bathroom, it just felt like there were cameras everywhere.

“Unless you want to do it on a ride, but I wouldn’t recommend it with all the cameras around, not to mention the children,” she grabbed my hip and tickled me, “for god sakes, think about the children.”

I rolled my eyes, and not in the good way and started to undress. First my customary hoodie, then my shirt, followed by my shorts, leaving me in my unflattering bra and panties. I had a feeling I’d be stripped at some point, but the idea of wearing something sexy for her didn’t cross my mind.

“Come on, all of it,” she looked at me with a smirk, “it’s not like I haven’t seen it all before, or tasted it…”

I blushed, both at stopping at my underwear and the fact that she had, had her mouth all over my body, not sure if I’m allowed to say that or not, but consider us even for making me blush and strip in a public bathroom. I handed over my bra and panties with my arm crossed over my breasts and a hand over my pussy. I wasn’t sure why; I know she had seen it all and yet I was feeling so bashful.

She placed her hand under my chin and guided me to look her in the eyes, “not sure why you’re suddenly being so shy, but if you are, I guess I can go with it,” her eyes were stern and yet still playful, “this is my game and you are my toy today.”

“Now let’s get you ready for the fun day ahead, my sexy little toy.”

She took my bra and panties and put them into her bag, “not going to be needing these.”

Honestly, I kind of knew that’s where she was going to start and I wasn’t that shocked, I just wanted her to get this over with so I could get the rest of my clothes on fast before anyone caught us in here together.

“Time for the next step,” Kim pulled out a little velvet bag and out poured 4 tiny balls into her hand.

She came forward to me and started to play with my nipples, gently running her finger around them at first but then went to licking and sucking on them greedily until they were rock hard. I bit my lip trying to make any noise but she knew how sensitive they were and the thought of me having to keep quiet probably entertained her. I watched as she pulled two of the balls off and apart, the cold steel of one on one side of my right nipple, shocked me, but not as much as when she placed the other and caused a pressure and slight pain as they pulled together.

I whimpered, but she held up a finger to my mouth, “don’t worry they’re just magnets, you’ll enjoy this, I promise.”

It hurt, but I trusted her, god knows why, but I trusted her as she did the same treatment to my other nipple. I tried to reason why I did, but her finger slipped between my lips and into my wet hole and all reason and thought went out the window.

“Turn around and bend over.”

I did as I was told, bending over and holding onto the sink as I watched her pull a few more things out of her bag. I couldn’t see them but with a squirting sound and a slight buzz, she took two steps behind me and I felt her finger rub around my asshole and before I could protest, I felt it slip inside. It wasn’t the first time I ever had anything in my ass, it was just the first time that she put something in it. Cold liquid spilled down my crack and with her finger she spread it around my hole and thoroughly inside.

“Ok, take a deep breath, it’ll be fun, I promise.”

She was making a lot of promises and my sore nipples and now slick butt hole was making me a little worried. I felt a pressure at my hole and did my best to relax as she pressed whatever it was into me. I really thought I was going to break in two until it slipped pass my hole and tapered off inside of me.

“Next part,” she giggled to herself.

“You mean, we aren’t done yet?!?!” I whispered to her sternly kind of shocked.

“Yeah, the balls…”

“What about the balls?”

“You brought them, right?”

“Yeah, you told me to of course.”

“So, hand them over.”

I went into my bag this time, my nipples sore, my ass feeling full and weird as I walked and my pussy throbbing for attention. I took out a small plastic bag and handed them to her, she looked like a kid getting a toy at Christmas. With another, big surprising kiss on the lips she took the bag and pulled out the balls.

“I’ve been waiting for this, I love these.”

“Um, what are they for?” I blushed at my own ignorance, I heard of them, but had no idea what they were actually used for.

“Well, you’ll see, the best way to answer is to put them in.”

“Put them in?”

She stepped forward and teased my pussy again, I thought I would melt at her touch. I watched in a daze as she took one ball and brought it down to my opening and slipped it inside of me, pushing it deep inside with her finger and before I could react, the other was in me as well.

“Now clench and hold real tight, I don’t want them falling out.”

I did as I was told, feeling the slight weight of them inside of me, a very odd feeling and almost a little bit of a strain, but nothing I didn’t feel I couldn’t take on. I watched as she pulled out a belt made with paracord and undid the knot leaving me confused.

“This one took me all night to get ready,” she winked at me.

Undoing the belt made feet after feet or cord appear and I was worried she was about to tie me up in the bathroom and leave me to be found. In a display of dirty arts and crafts that I couldn’t tell you what completely happened to this day, I had cord tied around my breasts making them more pronounced, around my hips and ribs and between my legs nestled between my pussy lips in a way I would later find out was pure evil while also keeping the balls from falling out of me.

“Ok, you can get dressed now.”

My heart was racing, but I knew now at least I could get dressed. I looked in the mirror and it took me a minute to process everything she had done to me. When I turned around and took a step towards my clothes, it was like my pussy was in pleasure overload. I was being stimulated both inside and out, the balls inside me causing a strange tingling feeling I had never experienced before and the rope rubbing up against my clit gently. Even bending over made it feel like the anal plug was getting pulled deeper into me.

I slowly and cautiously put on my shorts, pulling them up over my hips, my shirt next and looking in the mirror my breasts looked much bigger, my nipples clearly hard and poking through the material now looking pierced. I finished thankfully with my hoodie, but the added weight and material rubbed up against my sensitive nipples.

Looking back in the mirror my face looked flushed, my breathing ragged and the day just only began.

“Ok, what ride should we go on first?”

Task 7.4– Mischief at the Mall

I walked out of the store completely overwhelmed, I was so embarrassed that I felt I was glowing red from head to toe and everyone knew exactly what happened. My adrenaline was surging and my heart was beating so hard that I thought I was going to pass out but instead I just kept walking away from the store hoping the distance would lessen the way I felt. Instead, images just kept playing in my mind over and over again, each worse than the last.

With all the emotions and feelings running through my body, I was now also, painstakingly, horny, with each thought making it even worse. The thought that he knew the whole time and was looking up my hoodie at my bare pussy, and not just my slit, it was open, he saw my pink parts, wet and glistening knowing that this wasn’t some dare, this was a slut looking for attention. When he saw the reflection in the mirror, I was wide open for him to gawk at and it was the proof that it was all true, because what innocent girl would blatantly show off obvious and purposely like that to a random stranger.

He was probably in the back room jacking off to the clear image still in his head and I had to shake my head free of those thoughts as I thought of that kind, old man using me instead.

Buzz! Buzz!

Of all things a vibrating phone brought me back to reality and I checked to see who messaged me.

Kim: How’s the slut task going?

I started typing in that it wasn’t a slut task but deleted it, because that was obviously not true and I couldn’t lie to her.

Me: Interesting so far…

Kim: What poor innocent girl did you seduce this time? Lol

Me: I didn’t seduce anyone and I… I wouldn’t know how anyways.

Kim: Got me quick enough ;) xP

Me: Did not and anyways I’m almost done, I’ll tell you about it later

Kim: Oh good, maybe you can do one thing for me while you’re there…

Me: Sure, why the hell not

Kim: Go to Spencers and pick up some ben wa balls

Me: What are those?

Kim: You’ll see…

I wasn’t going to argue, I was in the wrong mind state to argue and even if I did, I knew I was probably going to go along with it anyways, so why waste the energy. To be honest if she had told me to get a food long dildo, nipple clamps and some candy dicks I probably would have done anything she had asked me to do.

The walk over there in public wasn’t helping my state of mind, everything on the walk over to the store which felt like it was on the other side of the mall became sexual and the ideas I was having for this task were bordering on devious and dangerous. Thankfully, I was still lucid enough to know the difference between the playful experimenting I was doing now and something that was going to get me in major trouble or endanger me.

The ideas were turning me on even more though, even to the thought of going somewhere semi private and taking the hoodie off, even for a moment of being completely naked in the mall. Slipping a hand inside my hoodie and touching myself as I walked around, or purposely bending over in front of someone to give them a view. I worried that if I had to tie one of my shoes, I would do it without thinking of what I was exposing or who was watching.

I could feel my nipples sensitively rubbing against the inside of my hoodie and stopped myself from looking down to see if my nipples were hard enough to be seen poking. The thought was both exciting and humiliating as it would become obvious that I wasn’t wearing a bra either. I walked past a group of black guys sitting on the benches outside of the Apple Store.

I imagined them all knowing, not just that all I was wearing was the hoodie but the slutty thoughts I was having at that moment. That they knew how aroused I was and wanted relief so badly and the fantasies I’ve had about being taken by large, hard, thick black cocks and they would just grab me and pull me into some back hallway or family bathroom and take turns fucking me.

In the few seconds of fantasy, I had walking passed them, the truth was far more degrading as I got the guts to try to make eye contact with one of them as I passed by. Not a single one of them noticed me or even looked back, even horny, flushed and practically naked, I was still just an invisible wallflower.

I walked past journey and saw a guy in the store looking bored, checking his phone and I could only think of what it would be like to be on my knees behind the counter sucking his cock to make his day better. The feeling of it in my mouth, the idea of a random stranger’s dick in my mouth and making him cum, tasing every last delicious drop as I swallowed it and how turned on it was going to and fucking is making me.

A part of me even wanted to go back to the shoe store to correct the arousal I had caused and worried that I actually would do it. But I finally was at Spencer’s and my legs and feet were killing me at this point because of the new shoes that were definitely not broken in yet.

I walked in to what felt like an oven, a big flan was blowing into the store and fans were at the register, but the heat was brutal.

“Sorry, the AC is broken in here,” was all the girl at the register would say, she honestly looked like she was dying and I felt rather bad for her.

The further in I went, the hotter it got and sadly that’s where they kept all the sexual novelty stuff and sex toys. I honestly didn’t know what I was looking for and every second I was in there was starting to feel more tortuous than having to walk around in public practically naked. My hoodie was becoming more of a heavy burden than a source of comfortable safety.

In a weird twist, my body was now screaming for me to take off the hoodie, while my mind was reminding it that we couldn’t, since we were wearing nothing underneath. At this point I started to sweat, both from the heat and my desperation and fear. I tried rolling up my sleeves, but with how thing my arms were and how thick the hoodie now felt, it didn’t stay up for long, it was now suffocating me with heat. I tried grabbing the bottom hem of the hoodie and pull it back and forth to fan my legs and force air up into it, being careful not to expose myself.

“Hey, need some help?” a voice came from behind causing me to jerk and pull my hands from the hem.

“Um, yeah, just looking for something, and um,” the embarrassment started to hit me, I had never asked for help looking for sex toys before, but now it was my only hope in getting out of here as fast as I could.

The heat in the store and my arousal was really starting to mess with my mind and the embarrassment was starting to turn me on and for a moment my mind went, “go ahead embarrass the shit out of yourself, you’ll like it.”

“I’m looking for ben wa balls, it’s a part of my task for today.”

“Sure, those are over here,” he directed me a little further to the back corner beyond the dildos, vibrators, handcuffs, gags and finally a few small boxers in the bottom corner.

The items that would normally have made me blush, were now turning me on with so many dirty ideas. I wanted nothing more to be cuffed, gagged, fucked with dildos and vibrators on my clit and nipples, like something out of an extreme hentai right there in the back of the store. My pussy dripped with the idea, not even remembering that the guy who helped me was still a couple of feet away.

“So, what’s this task, if you don’t mind me asking,” I would like to say, his words and curiosity brought me back to reality, but instead it sent me deeper into wanting to experience more.

It was like when you meet someone and you haven’t talked to people in forever and now someone was socializing with you and you just wanted to tell them everything and it felt good the more you said and before I knew it, I was telling him that I was writing about the experience I was having at the mall today.

“Aren’t you a little hot in that hoodie?”

“Yeah, burning up, but there’s nothing I can do about it right now.”

“What do you mean, you can just take it off,” he looked at me confused, probably thinking I was just journaling when I said writing about my experience or some cheesy, emo, girl thing he didn’t understand.

At that moment, I was about to expose a lot more than just my body, it was easier the other night with Kim, because at least then I had some liquid courage, now I was just drunk on arousal, “I’m not wearing anything underneath it,” I blushed.

“Like a shirt or shorts or you just have underwear under there,” I wasn’t sure if his voice was more shocked or curious, but it made me want to shock him even more.

“Nope, nothing at all, just me under here.”

“Come on, you’re just messing with me, you look too innocent to do some shit like that.”

Those words felt like a challenge and just spurned me on as I walked in front of him and bent over at the waist to pick up the lowest box of ben wa balls on the wall, feeling the hoodie ride up, I even bent down a little further than was needed just to show off a little extra skin. Standing back up straight his eyes were wide in shock and his jaw would have hit the floor if it wasn’t still attached. The feeling was so intoxicating, I was still feeling embarrassed, but at the same time excited, loving the attention and controlling him in a way.

I felt myself being a little out of control, I didn’t even think about what I had just shown or if anyone else in the store could see. I hoped all I showed was my leg and a side view of my ass, a way of showing without actually showing any nudity. Which made sense in my mind but was probably a ridiculous excuse to justify what I did and lessen the intensity of the situation.

What happened next had no excuse, no way to sidestep or explain why I did what I did or how slutty it was. I wasn’t just about to push the envelope, but shred it and burn it in a way I had only felt with Kim the other night.

“That’s hot and all but I couldn’t see anything, for all I knew you had a thong on and a shirt and bra underneath.”

I knew it was just childish egging, he wanted to see how far I would go. I looked at him up and down, not super tall, dark skin, kind of punkish and cute, a guy under any other circumstance I would have been attracted to and too shy to even consider talking to without becoming sheepish, but today was different.

“Oh really,” I looked him right in the eye and grabbed his hand, bringing it to my chest, putting pressure on it to form around my right tit, feeling it’s pressure against my sensitive nipple and fingers grope around the curves.

I brought it lower as I felt his fingers tickle against my ribs, the once hot thickness of my hoodie now feeling like a thin piece of tissue paper between his hand and my body. His hand went to my hip where I thought it was obvious that there weren’t any panty lines, even thing non-existent ones that a thong would have, but the look on his face didn’t seem satisfied. At this point I wasn’t sure if I was still in charge, or he tricked me into doing this and he was in charge all along.

His hand went lower over the top of my covered thigh and like a bolt of electricity, his rough hand met the soft skin of my leg and I almost felt him jump as well at the sudden difference. I never looked away from his eyes, a small bead of sweat formed by his left eye and I wasn’t sure if it was because of the intensity of what he was doing or the heat in the store, but his eyes widened as I guided his hand up under my hoodie.

His hand tried to go between my legs but I kept him on my thigh and up to my bare hip. His eyes left mine and looked down as his wrist caught my hoodie and as I guided it upwards, my body was slowly exposed. My bare slit came into full view within seconds, I wasn’t sure if he was more focused on what he was seeing or what he was feeling and to be honest I wasn’t sure if I was focused on what I was exposing or what he was touching more.

I giggled as his fingers grazed past my ribs and held my breath for a split second as his hand fully cupped my left breast with nothing between his hand and my hard, sensitive nipple. He raised his arm a little on purpose to make the hoodie come all the way up, exposing me completely from the neck down. With both hands grabbing his wrist and pulling it down to cover me again, his fingers groped and touched everything they could until they got to my waist. I couldn’t pull him away as his hand found my bare slit, his middle finger slipping between my lips and turning over to cup it.

“Oh shit,” was all I could say as his finger found its way inside of me, both of my hands still gripping onto his wrist, unsure of whether I was trying to pull him away and out or holding onto it for balance as I felt like I was about to fall over.

For a split second, my mind was clear as I realized a random stranger was sticking his long, thick finger inside of me, in a public store where anyone could catch us and tried to pull him out. But he hooked his finger and there was no way I was going to get him out anytime soon. Then again, I didn’t want it out, I wanted this so badly.

“What’s your name by the way, mine is Trevon.”

My mouth gaped open trying not to moan or make any sounds to draw attention to the back of the store or anyone around that I hadn’t even bothered to notice, “mmm, Maggie.”

“Fuuccckkk,” his finger wiggled and hooked and touched places inside of me and I was so sensitive I felt like I was going to cum any second now.

“Hey Tre! Inventory got here!”

“Tre!”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

His finger came out of me and I looked up half dazed, “sorry got to work, I’ll be back in a bit if you stick around.”

“Um, ok, sure,” that wasn’t going to happen, things and by things, I mean me, were far out of control.

I paid for the ben wa balls and walked back to my car without a second thought. If I had stayed any longer I probably would have done something I would have regretted and needed to just get back home.