Maggie Hill

Task 7.3– Mischief at the Mall

[This part was hard to rewrite, it makes me blush just thinking about how it happened and how surreal it was, shit my cheeks are burning.]

I know, I know, even for the things we know to be true, sometimes it’s hardest to admit them. I was getting off on this, the idea of getting caught and being exposed, even as clumsily as I was doing it was really turning me on. I think that thought alone was really embarrassing, that I was getting turned on but being embarrassed.

A thought deviously went through my mind as I passed an obvious store. There’s nothing more cliché than what I was just thinking of doing. I was going to go look at a new pair of shoes. I know, I know, I’ve written about it before, but like these experiences that I’ve actually tried, it’s one thing to write about it, a whole different thing to actually live it. I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest as I walked into the store, it was a Rack Room Shoes, not a torture chamber or a sex party, a typical, shoe store.

“Welcome in,” I immediately jumped out of my skin as a young guy behind the register welcomed me, “if you need any help finding anything, just let me know.”

I blushed a meekly said, “thank you,” the guy immediately went back to what was obviously his phone he was hiding.

I took a moment to check him over, he was about my age, short black hair, way taller than me and kind of cute. Not a jock or anything and he had a tattoo on his neck, I couldn’t tell from my angle, but it was definitely not a turn off. I went around looking for some shoes, but wasn’t really sure what I was looking for. I mean I wasn’t honestly here for shoes, I was here for another experience, another push in that direction that I had yet to experience.

Looking around though, I started to think, maybe the type of shoe would send some kind of message. Picking up a pair of heels, made me think, classy, but obviously poor if I’m buying them from here. Another pair with leopard print, made me think, looking to make some money around the corner and with what I was wearing if I was caught could lead to security coming in for some questions. I decided to play it safe and look at some Vans slip ons, although I had never bought a pair before, I guess some kinky firsts need some normal first as well. I grabbed a display shoe, black and white checkers and brought it to the front.

My stomach was full of butterflies, you’d think I was about to ask this guy out or make a move instead of just ask help buying a pair of shoes.

“Um, hi, I’m looking for a pair of these, not really sure my size though…” I blushed, because I really didn’t know my size, the last time I bought a pair of shoes was like 4 or 5 years ago.

“Sure, let me get you some help,” get me some help I thought, you aren’t going to help me yourself, “hey Ron, can you help out a customer in the front.”

He went right back to his phone, the awkward, silent minutes felt like an eternity. Then a man much older than I was expecting walked up, he could have been the same age, if not older than my father.

“Hello, Ms, how can I help you?” he said, his smile pleasant, he seemed so innocent and mature, I had thoughts of backing out.

“Um, I’m just trying to find this in my size, but I’m not sure what size it is,” I held up the shoe feeling like an idiot.

“Well come with me, we’ll figure this out together.”

He walked me over to a bench in the corner and now I started to get nervous about just taking a seat. I held the hem of my hoodie and sat down with my legs together as he went and got one of those measures.

“Ok, now first we got to get these off,” he untied my shoe laces and began to take off my right shoe, normally, not a big deal, but with such little on, I almost felt like he was undressing me.

Thankfully he left my socks on, but it was hard keeping my legs together as he took my shoes off, I was worried that he would get a peek at any moment with any sudden shift of my legs as he pulled the shoe off of my foot, but he kept his eyes firmly planted on my feet. When he finally started to measure my foot, he had me move forward a little on the bench and I felt the hoodie ride up from under me as it felt tighter against the top of my legs, and more of my bare skin was starting to touch the cheap plastic.

For an older man he wasn’t really as delicate when it came to measuring my foot, he kept moving things around, taking a closer look at the numbers since it seemed he couldn’t see as well until he finally got my measurements.

“Now, stand for me,” I did without question, it was perfectly normal, so I did, not realizing that he was now eye level with my pussy, the only thing separating him from my most intimate of places was a single, not as thick as I thought hoodie.

His eyes still never left my foot though and with a few quick changes he stood up, taller than me, “I’ll be right back with some sizes, feel free to sit here and wait.”

I took the time to try and calm myself, obviously I wasn’t going to try this with someone old enough to be my father, but at the same time the taboo nature of it was not lost on me and it wasn’t like he was going to pull me off somewhere and have his way with me if he could.

“Ok I grabbed a few sizes to try on,” he put the first pair on the floor.

As I sat there about to slip my foot in, he grabbed a piece of plastic and guided my foot in himself, holding the shoe and then slipping it behind me heel, it was tight and he was having a hard time getting it in, enough so that a few shifts caused my legs to slightly part as he was a little rougher with me than I expected. It was hard to focus on my near nakedness with the way he gripped my ankle, making me focus more on his hands and grips then my state of dress.

“I think this one may be a little too tight,” he said, not me, but he was right.

He pulled it off, raising my leg in the process, not high enough to expose me, but definitely enough to show that I wasn’t wearing any shorts, or at least some very short ones. He didn’t look though as far as I could tell, his focus was still entirely on the shoe he was trying to take off.

He put it away and took out the next shoe, just a half size up and placed it like he did the last one. I slipped my foot in and like before he took a hold of my ankle and slide the piece of plastic behind my heel, it was snug, but not as tight as the first pair.

“This one seems better, how about the other shoe as well?”

He grabbed my left foot and pulled me towards him, scooting me up into the bench the hoodie riding up again, higher than it did last time, I swear that half of my ass was touching the cold plastic of the bench and the front was straining against my legs to pull up higher as well. He had both of my feet on the ground, he then placed his thumb at the tip and felt where my big toe was.

“Now, I don’t know about you, but kids now a days don’t really wear socks with these kinds of shoes.”

“Um, I guess not, I usually wear sandals anyways, so I don’t really know.”

“Let’s try them without the socks then, it’ll probably feel much better,” without another word he was pulling the shoes off and then slipping the socks off one by one.

It went from feeling like he was undressing me to now he was actually removing a piece of clothing from my body and although I have been bare foot for most of my life, now the only article of clothing that was on me was the hoodie. I was feeling even more naked than before and with another shift forward, the only piece of clothing I was wearing was covering me less and less as more of my legs came into view. It was starting to get harder to tell if it was a few inches of just a couple that was the difference between modesty and exposure.

“I can put the shoes on this time,” but before I could completely insist, he stopped me.

“That’s ok Ms. I’m already down here,” he picked up my right leg and put it on his thigh, I could feel the cool air between my legs and as hard as I could to try to keep my thighs together, it was hard to keep balance as he held my foot to his leg.

This time the shoe slipped on without any resistance and he put my foot down to the right of his leg and picked up my left foot to give it the same treatment. If he looked up rather than at my feet, he would have seen right up my hoodie at my bare pussy staring him right in the face.

“Please don’t look up, please don’t look up,” I was willing him in my mind.

He let my foot down and I was covered once again, “now stand up and see how they feel.”

I was thankful to stand, to let the hoodie fall back into place and give me the extra inches of cover that I was once dreading but now felt like miles of cloth against my bare legs.

“Walk around, see how they feel and I’ll go grab one of the mirrors.”

With a much-needed mental break I walked around absolutely loving these shoes, I came to the mall for this dirty little task, but these shoes felt like icing on the cake, a reward to me for following through. With a little slide, Ron came back with a floor mirror and I walked up to it to see how they looked on my feet.

“So, what do you think?”

“Oh, I love them, they’re great,” I was actually pretty happy and didn’t even realize Ron getting back on a knee to reach down and make sure my toe was where it should be.

“Looks like they fit perfectly to me,” he said.

I spun around, looking from the front and then turning around and looking over my shoulder to see them from the back, I didn’t even think about the angle of the mirror or where Ron was sitting till it was too late. I saw him looking at the mirror and could only imagine that he was staring at my bare butt under my hoodie and turning around quickly before I could even think had a clear view of my hairless slit. I felt like a deer in the headlights, I wasn’t sure what to say or do, if sitting down was the answer, moving away, maybe he didn’t notice at all or the angle wasn’t what I thought and he couldn’t see a thing.

“Um, I’ll, um, take them, can I wear them out?”

“Sure,” he coughed clearing his throat, “I’ll pack up your old shoes and socks and Josh will ring you up in the front.”

My cheeks burned as I walked to the front of the store, this time the wait for Ron was much worse than the first time and I could only imagine what thoughts were running through his head.

“Here you go Josh, ring her up, she’ll be wearing the new shoes out,” he didn’t say another word to me, didn’t even look in my direction, just walked away after he handed the box leaving Josh with a puzzled look on his face.

“Sorry, old guy has been around forever, he can be a little cringe sometimes, sorry about that.”

Task 7.2 – Mischief at the Mall

With a step out of the car and a click, I was out of my car and it was locked, along with the rest of my clothes spread over the passenger seat, including my boring underwear that I hardly wore anymore. With each step towards the mall, I stepped further away from safety and closer to the “adventure” a head of me. That’s what Kim was calling these tasks.

“Adventure sounds better, exciting, fun, tasks sound like chores you have to do for your parents,” was what she told me and I could only imagine my parents giving me “tasks” like these.

At the entrance the sun felt hot on my bare legs and then ice cold as the mall air conditioning hit them as I walked in. For a second, I wondered if people could see my silhouette through the hoodie with the sun shining brightly behind me contrasting with the darker interior. I knew my hoodie was probably too thick for that, but the idea aroused me that for that split second, someone would clearly see that this was all I was wearing.

“Ok, first stop, where to go first…”

That was obvious, Hot Topic, I know it’s cliché, emo girl, emo store, but I do love anime and music and it’s the one place I love to go, not to mention at a time like this the darkness would be a nice way to start relaxing as the rest of the mall only gets brighter from here. Walking in the store was not as busy as I thought it would be, a few people checking out Funkos and kids way too young to be looking at band tees they probably never heard of before but thought were cool.

“Welcome in,” a goth looking girl said behind the register, she had wavy shoulder length hair with a purple line in it, nerdy glasses and looked like a subtle Lolita with her black attire.

I never really thought a girl like her was ever my type, but I guess with how riled up I was, even the pathetic dad being dragged around by emo kid looked good enough to jump on. I walked around the store and towards the back where they had some clearance stuff. Part of me almost wanted to just take off the hoodie for just a second, but they probably had cameras and I really didn’t feel like getting arrested or banned from the mall today. Walking back to the front my hoodie caught one of the hooks holding the shirts and pulled it from me for a second. I could only imagine that a good portion of my bare ass was probably on display and nearly ripped it off the hook to cover myself again.

My heart was racing and didn’t even bother to look around before quickly walking out of the store. You’d think I was just completely exposed, and calming myself down I told myself that no one saw and it was only for a split second and to the non-existent people that were behind me. I looked back and thought, would have brighten that father’s day though and gave myself a little smirk. For that moment it felt like a good deed or a fun game rather than the scary, yet exciting task I was trying to accomplish. I mean what was I trying to accomplish?

Then it kind of hit me, how will I know I finished my task if there weren’t any goals. Well, I can’t just outright flash someone, I mean, I guess I could, but how much, how many people, how would I know who without getting in trouble and where without getting caught.

I decided that I would have to find 3 ways to risk being exposed. Not to outright flash someone but to be put in situations where the chance of me being seen was there and if I am seen, just act like it’s perfectly normal or that I was ignorant to showing off. The thought was really turning me on and although I knew what I had to do, I really had no way of knowing where and how I was going to do it. I guess I just had to keep going around and see what happens.

I decided to take a seat at the food court and clear my head, maybe think of a few shops I at least wanted to go to and think from there. Sitting down, I realized that I couldn’t normally sit like I usually did. Being a somewhat unlady like girl, I sat like my friends did, legs spread, not straight since I usually had a ton of baggy clothes on, it just felt more comfortable. In this case, it was just extremely exposing. With the way the bench was, I just couldn’t sit here, be comfortable and covered so I made my way over to some of the stools. I pulled one out and was immediately embarrassed by the loud scratching noise it made across the floor.

“Don’t scream for attention, this is hard enough as it is!” the voice in my head screamed.

To make matters worse, I also didn’t think about getting up into the stool being a tiny girl and making my way up I came inches away from exposing my bare pussy from the world along with pretty much all of my legs. I grabbed the front just before my privacy peeked out from cover and worried that, that had drawn attention as well to the fact that I was probably wearing nothing underneath.

“Ok, subtle, trying to be subtle,” I put my feet on the foot rest, I had to move forward just a little for my feet to actually be able to reach them.

I was showing off a lot of leg now and was struggling with how it felt like the hoodie was starting to crawl up my legs. Shit, keep my legs closed, I quickly shut them, not knowing how exposed I actually was at that moment. But, looking around, I didn’t think anyone was even looking in my direction, let alone at me. I was starting to feel a little more relaxed and excited rather than nervous and scared. Maybe I was starting to get comfortable dressed like this.

I decided to test out just how much room I had to work with and brought myself further forward on the stool to see how close I could get to touching the floor. While holding the back I pushed myself forward and lowered myself little by little till the tip of my shoe could just barely scrape against the tile. It was actually kind of funny to remind myself how short I actually was and maybe it was my hobbit size that made me so invisible to the world around me.

That’s when I noticed the guy over at box lunch, I wasn’t sure if he was looking at me or not but he was out there just standing in front of the store and could have a good view of me if he wanted. I mean, I do have some pretty nice legs, I also did wonder what he was thinking if he was looking at me. I lowered myself a little bit more, the front of my hoodie just mere centimeters away from exposing myself and I bit my lip not knowing if I really wanted that or not.

“Shit,” I slipped down and off of the stool obviously having lost focused and not noticed, came right off stumbling for my legs to catch myself.

Then frantically pulling my hoodie back into place as the back had caught the stool and came up exposing a good portion of my ass and feeling the wood corner sticking right into my right cheek, I knew I had just flashed anyone who may have been looking or did with my sudden shocked outcry or the sound of the stool once again loudly rubbing against the tile.

I didn’t even bring myself to look around, just immediately looked down at the tile and briskly walked away to hide my shame, the shame that was fueling my arousal and the redness in my cheeks.

Task 7.1 – Mischief at the Mall

After my last task, I got something out of it more than another intense memory to masturbate to and a fun night eating out…food, sure, yeah it was food. Anyways, I got a friend with a like mind who ended up liking my way of thinking and having ideas of her own. This task was inspired by Kim.

Her idea was, like the night we met, it wasn’t as much about showing off, as it was about the fear of being seen and even though the dress was an intense touch, that sometimes it’s the mundane that secretly covers up a dirty secret that could be so much hotter. So, I decided to try something I wrote about a lot and rarely tried in such an open setting.

It was a beautiful day out, about 70 degrees, which would normally be a little chilly for me, but for me, nothing to worry about in one of my thick, soft, comfy, oversized hoodies. Though today I decided to spend it doing some shopping at the mall. Not like I had a lot of money these days, but sometimes a girl just needs some retail therapy to get her mind off of things.

The drive there was nothing special until I got to the parking lot. Part of the excitement was having to get ready first, without getting caught. I had my usual attire on, cargo shorts, panties, a bra and t-shirt to go with my socks and Chucks. Ever since my job has been forcing me to wear shoes, I’ve grown more accustomed to them which was about to make things a lot more difficult than I thought. I wanted to park far away from the mall, somewhere secluded but decided to park where I normally did and sadly, today was kind of busier than usual. At least I was between two SUV’s so what I was about to do would be somewhat concealed.

Like I said before, I had my amazing hoodie and I intended that was all I was going to wear on this adventure. I decided for some reason to not take off my shoes and I realized that was a big mistake. Take off my baggie shorts and panties got all tangled in with my shoes and caused me to panic nearly ripping one of my favorite pair of shorts and made me exposed from the waist down a lot longer than I was hoping to be. Anyone walking behind the car probably wouldn’t have seen but if anyone had walked between the cars and next to mine would have seen a bare, freshly shaven, virgin pussy.

Untying and kicking off my shoes was the only thing I could do and a mess I would have to clean up to be able to put them back on. I started to put my arms into my hoodie to take off my bra and shirt in cover, but something stopped me. Maybe it was the feeling that it was cheating, maybe I wanted to experience more and push my limits to their fullest. Not the smartest thing to actually do in real life, but something made me do it. At this moment I started to really learn more about myself in real situations rather than the ones I only dreamt about, although I wasn’t sure if I was just really brave or too horny to know any better.

So, I took off the hoodie first, sitting there in just a baggy shirt and my bra was exciting but I tried to tell myself that it wasn’t such a big deal, anyone would just think I was sitting in my car and wouldn’t know any better to be honest. That’s when my hands grabbed the bottom and slowly lifted it up and over my head and putting it on the passenger seat.

“Now if they saw you from behind, they may be a little suspicious seeing a girl with her bare shoulders and possibly just wearing a bra,” I thought to myself, “then again, a lot of girls have been walking around wearing what could be confused with just a bra.”

That’s when I reached back and unclasped it, the support of it slowly releasing and feeling the freedom of not being constrained accompanied by the fear of about to no longer feeling covered caused me to shiver. My body shook and ached in ways only this intense arousal caused me. I let the bra slip down my arms and slowly placed it with everything else.

“People could think you’re just wearing a tube top, something strapless or maybe the seat covers you completely and they won’t be even able to tell at all.”

That’s when I knew my inner voice was wrong, I was naked, completely and utterly naked and if anyone passed by it would be as clear as day. Even behind there was no guarantee that I was safe, that any reflection off of my mirrors, the mirrors of the cars beside me, a reflection I didn’t think of. My windows weren’t even tinted, and a small, pale, white girl like me in the driver’s seat was like a glowing beacon in the dark leather seats of my car. I wanted to put on my hoodie, to have some feeling of cover but something in me was stopping myself from just grabbing it and throwing it on as fast as I could.

“Come on, Katie’s waiting for us,” were the words I heard from behind the car as I saw girls quickly walk behind my car heading towards the mall.

I sat there with my arm over my chest and a hand covering my pussy, not moving. I knew that had already passed, but at that moment my predicament really did hit me. Like a scared animal trying to hide, fearing that one motion would give me away, I now, slowly grabbed the hoodie next to me and put it on. I had worn it naked plenty of times especially at home, the feeling was like a warm blanket around me that made me feel nothing but safe and comfortable, although now, it felt like a thin piece of fabric, a tiny veil that threatened to expose me at any second.

Like I said before, reaching down and untangling my shoes from my shorts and panties was no fun and getting caught up in the gas and brake pedals caused me to have to open up the door and get out bare foot onto the cold asphalt. There was something about being barefoot and just in my hoodie that made me feel so vulnerable, it was something I did only in the comfort of my bedroom, but to be like this in such a public place felt like wearing my childish pajamas out for all to see. Bending over made me really self-conscious as well as bending over so low made me feel the hem of the hoodie against the bottom curve of my ass. I guess when you wearing something like this in the comfort of your private bedroom, such things don’t get noticed.

Untangled and undone, I sat back in the car and with bare legs sticking out put my socks and shoes back on. I guess what was left of my rational mind was telling me to just put on my clothes and either go to the mall without my underwear and shirt and that would be enough or just leave all together before things got very much out of my control.

Hey Everyone!

A lot has happened these couple of weeks, including the fact that my sister and her wife...bought me a car. I guess they felt so bad with everything going on and the car my parents got me having issues while I was still trying to pay the rest off and now I have a new car and am selling this one to pay off the balance. Anyways, I also did a task that I'm going to try to start writing tonight but am open to ideas for other tasks. One of which was a male version of the lesbian bar I went to, I just don't want to get actually raped though by some drunken asshole. I just want to try some more of my ENF, almost getting caught fantasies in real life. This one is pretty intense, all I can say is, it involves, a hoodie, a mall and trying on some shoes which was intense and super embarrassing at the same time.

Task 6.3 – The Lady’s Room

Live a little she says, I went from modestly having most of my body being covered, to a few inches of material barely covering my most private of areas and a wrong turn away from my breasts popping out. I guess this was exactly like my fantasies, but the fear and excitement of living them out rather than just writing about them were something completely different. It was more intense than I had ever imagined and I thought I could imagine things pretty vividly.

I felt a hand pat my ass, “it’s ok, you can do this,” Kim said behind me, I looked back to watch her give me a wink and a little shove.

I walked up to the bar, feeling even more awkward and shy then I did when I first came in tonight. This time though, I was getting a lot more attention, a part of me actually liked it and was starting to feel desired, attractive even, while the other part felt like I was walking around naked and completely embarrassed.

“Hey, what can I get you,” the bartender yelled out, but figured she was talking to someone else that was already there.

“Hey, sexy black dress, what can I get you,” I looked around and took a moment to think she was talking to me and looked up in disbelief and pointed to myself, “no the other girl in the sexy black dress,” I was so shocked I actually thought I missed someone and she was talking to someone else.

“Yeah, you,” she smirked but also was starting to look a little annoyed by her tone.

“Um, two pussy juices please,” not believing I would ever say that out loud, let alone at a lesbian bar.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you,” she yelled back, motioning me to come closer to the bar.

I moved in and between two other women, I was a little short so I had to get up on my toes and pull myself up on the bar a little causing my skirt to ride up, I wasn’t sure how much but I was more worried about what it was doing to the front that was barely holding together let alone it coming up a few inches up my ass.

“Two pussy juices please and put it on Kim’s tab,” I blushed and then realized she was looking down at my chest rather than my eyes when she took my order.

“I bet it is,” she still staring at my chest.

When I stood back, I looked down and thanked god that nothing was peeking, just the amount of skin I was showing was enough to get the bartender’s attention.

“Excuse me,” a girl next to me tapped my shoulder and I turned kind of surprised.

She was really pretty, different from Kim, more feminine and unlike the tomboy that was waiting for me, this girl was wearing a black blouse and a white ankle length skirt and was smiling at me.

“I really like your dress, you must have some real confidence being able to pull that off.”

“Um, thank you,” I was honestly was having a hard time knowing what to say since I wasn’t used to getting compliments at all, let alone how I dressed, “not as much confidence as you may think, to be honest,” was followed up by the most awkward of giggles.

She reached out her hand and rested it on my shoulder, “I don’t think you give yourself enough credit,” I watched her bite her lip as she rubbed my shoulder gently.

“Your drinks cutie,” the bartender yelled, making me jump.

I reached between a few women to grab my drinks, squeezing between them caused the dress to hike up a little bit more. It ends up the material wasn’t as stretchy as I thought and the fabric around my ass felt like it was starting to tighten as I reached. The worry that the bottom of my ass cheeks was starting to show were confirmed when I felt a finger trace against the bottom curve of one of them. The touch made me jump back and turn to see the girl that I was just talking smiling.

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

“Um, it’s ok,” I stood straight and stretch my leg out to try to get around her, the added pressure caused the zipper to pull down a bit more, I worried that I had broken it and it was about to just come free and completely expose me.

When I looked down, it was much, much worse, it was like I was sporting a bush, but you could see the stubble of my pubes now showing and I had really wished I had shaven before coming out. But how was I to know that I was going to be showing off that much in this dress. Maybe down to my chest at most, but didn’t think it would barely be covering my pussy.

I watched as she licked her lips and looked down at my new found exposure, “definitely not enough credit.”

“Um, could you maybe help me out, fix my dress for me,” I really wanted to, but with the drinks in hand, I was kind of helpless to do anything.

“Absolutely, I’d love to,” she reached down and straightened my dress, I was relieved until I realized it put the top of my slit into full view.

“The zipper please,” I looked pleading.

“Of course,” her right hand came to the front, but instead of reaching for the zipper, she slipped her hand down the front, slowly, confidently, her middle finger slipping between my lips and curving up and inside of me.

“Oh fuck,” slipped by my lips, my legs felt like they were turning into mush again as they faltered like a new born deer.

Just as quickly as she slipped it in, she pulled her finger out of me and without a second though, shoved it in her mouth and sucked it dry.

“Sorry, really couldn’t help myself,” as she reached down and pulled the zipper up just high enough to cover my pussy again.

“I should, probably deliver these drinks before they get, um, warm.”

She slipped the finger back in her mouth and just smiled at me as I clumsily walked back to Kim. When I got back to her, she just looked at me with that Cheshire looking grin on her face.

“Make a new friend at the bar,” she said coyly, “I guess she liked the pussy juice too.”

I blushed knowing that she saw everything that just happened, but now I had a fire burning inside of me that, I straddled Kim’s lap and kissed her with a passion I didn’t even know I had in me. I didn’t care what I was showing, I didn’t care if the dress just came free and showed the whole bar my naked body, I was drunk on lust.

“Get me the fuck out of here,” was all I had to say for her to stand me up, grab my hand and pull me out of the bar.

I really want to say what happened when she got back to her apartment, but in the morning, we had a long talk. More about me, my reasons, my books, she even read a bit once I gave her a link and told me that even though she wasn’t into men, my writing really turned her on. She then asked me to leave out what happened at her place till she had time to think about it.

Sorry guys, maybe I’ll talk about it later, in the meantime, I guess “a good girl doesn’t kiss and tell.” Right Kim?

Task 6.2 – The Lady’s Room

I felt like a piece of pray she just killed and tasted, if I wasn’t sitting in the stool still, I would have been on the floor because I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. At that moment I was trying to piece together what she said because all I could hear was my heart beating loudly in my ears with the music playing a few feet away. I just decided to look up at her and nod my head and hope whatever she was said was a good thing.

She walked away and I couldn’t believe that I let some random stranger, let alone another girl do what she had just done. Part of me worried that I was really turning into the person that I fantasized about, fucking strangers, letting them use me and putting me into situations that caused me to shudder and get wet all over again, well in this case, wetter.

When she came back, she shocked me holding a glass of water, “not more pussy juice,” I looked at her with a sly smile, or at least that’s how I pictured myself.

“Maybe later, fresh if you’d really like some more,” now her smile was definitely sly and it made me blush at the thought of what she met and being a first for me, “how about this first, I don’t want you passing out just yet on me.”

“Um, ok, thanks,” at this point I really wasn’t sure what was supposed to happen next, I mean the girl just finger fucked me in a crowded bar and now just wanted to…hang out? Didn’t that usually start the other way around, I mean I haven’t been on many…any dates, but this seemed like a weird order of events.

“So, Maggie, what brought you out to a les bar?”

“Um, well, that’s a long story, a long few stories actually,” I giggled to myself thinking of all that I’ve written to this point, six, no, seven books of dirty sexual fantasies that went against everything I was taught as a child.

“Well, we’ve got plenty of time, although, how about a place a bit more private.”

“Sure, if my legs work,” I smiled at her.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Thankfully I had some feeling back in my legs and wore some comfortable shoes, if I had worn heels, I probably would have fallen face first into the floor. Kim led me over to a booth on the other side of the bar and we took a seat. With the wood walls so high, it was a little easier to hear her and it was a little more secluded than the stool I was sitting on earlier. I blushed at the thought not realizing how open and exposed I had just been, with her fingers inside of me and her lips pressed again mine, it just felt like the rest of the world just ceased to exist.

“So, a long few stories?” her grin was like a Cheshire cat, her hand found its way to my thigh once again like metal to a magnet.

“Actually, I’m a bit of a writer,” I wasn’t sure why I told her that, it wasn’t something I admitted really to anyone, not to anyone that had met me in person that is, I was still too afraid to have all my personal feelings and desires so open to anyone who actually knew who I was or could put a face to my work.

“Really, what kind of stuff do you write?”

If this was an interrogation, I was the worse spy in the world, I just wanted to tell her everything and for some reason, the more I said, the more turned on I got. It was the first time I was truly exposing not just my body to someone, but my mind, “not stuff I’d like to talk about at work,” I mean I was going to be blatant about it.

“Oh, so you’re here just for some,” her hand traveled back to my inner thigh, her fingers strumming my soft skin like a guitar causing me to bite my lip, “inspiration.”

“Something like that, ouch!” her tickles turned into a pinch which caught me off guard and really hurt.

“Come on, tell me the truth, I think some part of you really enjoys it.”

She didn’t know how right she was; I’d like to say her fingers were what was hypnotizing me, but it was her blue eyes. Every time I would look into them, I would involuntarily bite my lip and run my fingers through my hair, it had gotten a bit longer but not long enough that I needed to brush it away from my face.

I looked away, embarrassed to look her in the eye as I admitted to it, “I do actually…”

“Do what?”

“Enjoy telling the truth, it’s kind of why I started writing in the first place.”

“Really? About what?” Her palm was resting firmly on my inner thigh now, her finger under my leg, her thumb over the top, almost gripping my leg.

“My fantasies, my, um, sexual fantasies,” was I really going to do this, was I really going to come clean to some stranger I just met less than an hour ago?!?!

I could feel myself getting turned on more than ever before, my body shuddered and shook as I felt myself becoming exposed and vulnerable. I also feared that any word she didn’t like would make her think I was just a freak and she would walk off thinking so. I just met her and I was already afraid of her rejecting me, something I never thought I’d feel for another girl before.

“So, what kind of fantasies are we talking about? Just hooking up with the random girl you meet at a lesbian bar?”

“Promise you won’t freak out or think badly of me if I’m just honest?”

“I promise,” she leaned in close, “let me tell you a little secret, when I turned 18, I fucked one of my mom’s friends and she never knew, the woman was old enough to be my mother and we did it right next door, so tell me what you fantasize about.”

I blushed at the thought of her doing someone much older and figured why not, just spit it out, although it was harder to put into words than I thought it was going to be, “I’m kind of an exhibitionist…”

“You mean like you like to flash people and stuff, I mean that explains the dress.”

“Not really, it’s more like I like to do stuff in public without getting caught or being on the edge, it’s the fear that kind of turns me on, if that makes sense.”

“Is that why you aren’t wearing any panties?”

I blushed again, “yeah, bra either.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, that’s why I got this dress, although I didn’t really have the guts, to be honest I kind of dress more like you but with a big comfy hoodie that covers all of this up,” I waved my hand basically showing all of me.

“Seems like a shame, in fact, why zip it all the way up like that,” her hand left my leg and reached for the zipper, grasping it, I put my hand on hers worried about what she was about to do next, “how about we have a little fun, I promise not to go further than you are comfortable with and promise to ask more questions.”

I nodded not sure what I just agreed to and let her pull the zipper down. I thought she would just go down a little but I felt the tops of my breasts slowly come free from the stiffness of the material until I looked down to see the zipper between my breasts. The top began to split and spread the tops of my breasts were now exposed, nowhere to what the picture of the model had looked like when I bought it.

“See, so much better,” this time she bit her lip, “so much sexier too, so come on, tell me more, tell me more.”

“Be careful what you wish for, the more I talk, the more turned on I get and the more turned on I get, the more I say, it’s a vicious cycle.”

“Ok then, what else is your writing about, you like the fear of getting caught in public, what else?”

Like the need to orgasm, the desire to tell her more was almost overwhelming, I felt my inhibitions start to waver, I kept reminded myself she was a complete stranger, but part of me found some security in that as well. She was a complete stranger and for all I knew, I was never going to see her ever again.

“Um well, my writing is mostly about exhibitionist stuff, ending up in humiliation situations, blackmail, bondage, that kind of thing,” I was shaking as I said each and every word, as I was admitting to her that I enjoyed and fantasized about all of this.

A moan escaped my lips, I was feeling pleasure from it, she wasn’t even touching me anymore, just staring at me with a childlike wonder, “you’re really getting off on this aren’t you?”

“I am, it’s really hot, I’m not sure why, I feel like I’m exposing myself in a way I’ve never felt before.”

“Lower the zipper some more.”

“What?”

“Well, you said it yourself, you like the fear of getting caught, the humiliation, you like being controlled, so why not push yourself just a little tonight.”

I lowered it a little, but as I felt the dress becoming a little looser, I feared that I was about to expose myself and stopped after lowering it a mere, tiny, inch.

“Maybe you need a hand,” she grasped my hand and pulled it down, below my breasts but still a few inches above my belly button.

To my shock the dress still held somewhat in place, it looked more like a sexy low v-neck dress. I shuddered at the idea that any wrong motion would pop a breast out.

“See, even better.”

“Now tell me, one little secret that you’ve never actually told someone before.”

I thought hard, it was the one thing that I thought would bring me so much pride, but at the same time made me question so much in my life, “I’m still a virgin.”

She laughed and whispered in my ear, “funny, so am I.”

She reached her hand up under my dress again and traced her finger around my lips. I felt so sensitive that it felt like electricity was running through her and into me. She brought her finger back to her mouth and licked it again and the look on my face must have been of disappointment.

“I’m sorry, where’s my manners,” she reached down and this time unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and slipped her hand inside, I could see she was wearing some white briefs and I blushed knowing that I once wore a pair just like it.

Her look was intent and intense as she stared into my eyes and I could only imagine that she just shoved a finger into herself as deep as it would go. She took it out, not even bothering to fix her jeans as she brought it to my face and I opened my mouth wanting to taste her. But she pulled it away just before it touched my lips.

“Lower it more.”

“Please, just one taste.”

“To your waist.”

I took hold of the zipper and started to pull it down, I was worried that my actions would draw attention and did it as swiftly and discretely as I could. I wasn’t sure what kind of bar this was, but I had a feeling, sex stuff at the bar was still frowned upon.

“Now that’s fucking hot.”

I looked down to see, I was mostly still covered, my nipples were, but now I was feeling awfully naked and worried with the way I was sitting, if the zipper would move or rip apart at this point. But as her finger traced her wetness over my lips and into my mouth, that all didn’t seem to matter.

She tasted salty, a little sweet, kind of like the drink, I smelled her off of my lips, a smell a lot like my own that aroused me for a reason I couldn’t explain. She pulled her finger out of my mouth and kissed me again deeply. Her taste disappearing from my tongue but her smell still strong in my nose.

When she sat back, smiling at the quivering mess she was making me, she said something I really didn’t expect, “how about you get the next round of drinks, just tell them to put it on my tab.”

“Um, ok,” I reached for the zipper to pull it up, but she stopped me.

“No, just like that, time to live a little and not fantasize so much.”

Task 6.1 – The Lady’s Room

[May have got really into this, it's only half way through, a lot happened after this, so hopefully you guys enjoy this as much as I did experiencing it. Oh I also may have left some stuff out either because I forgot or well, alcohol.]

So, a few weeks ago I actually hung out with some of the people that I work with. To be honest I didn’t think anyone at work new I existed, let alone wanted me to join in with them. That’s until I went to a local nerdy bar, got drunk and one of the girls decided to plant one right on my lips. A shock to everyone as well as me since we had no idea, she liked girls and to them, no idea that I liked anyone at all. I was still thought of as the sheepish wallflower that no one knew anything really about. Although I guess with short hair, brings the cliché that I was probably a lesbian.

It was an eye opener for me to be honest, thinking that other women thought anything of me what so ever. I honestly thought my super power was my invisibility, I mean the fact that I was invisible until someone actually noticed me. The point is, I wanted more, I wanted to see if I went to a place where girls wanted well, girls, maybe they would want me as well.

I found a bar, pretty far away, even though I wasn’t living under my parents’ roof, I still didn’t want a reputation getting back to me. I honestly hope I eventually get over that, to be honest. I won’t say the name of the bar, but I will say, if you know what I’m talking about, you already know the name, wink wink.

A couple of weeks before I went, I bought a dress off of wicked temptations, it looked a little short in the picture, but thankfully being so short it came down to about mid-thigh on me, it had a zipper fully down the front which was used to bare as much as the wearer wanted and, in my case, was pulled all the way to the top just barely baring my collar bones. I decided to be a little naughty though and went without a bra and later decided to add the matching panties when I went out. I also decided no on the heels, I was going to a lesbian bar, women in comfortable shoes seemed obvious and put on a pair of my chucks. I’m not sure how black club dress went with punk looking grunge shoes but it felt like they worked for me.

On the drive there I really thought of the risks of going alone or how awkward I was and how hard it was going to be to socialize with people, but I didn’t really know anyone that I could open up to about these things and would have been my wing woman. A few times I did think about just turning around and calling it a night as well, but didn’t want another task punishment for chickening out.

Before I knew it, it was getting pretty dark and I was at the bar, it took every ounce of courage to get out of my car and head in. I was always the worse when it came to school dances and even more so to the few parties I actually went to, even though they were thrown by my friend Zach. I felt a little awkward at first since most of the women I saw looked comfy in tank tops, jeans, polo shirts, not a single dress in the crowd. I felt like I had just shown up to the wrong party or wore white to an all red dance.

“I need a drink,” I figured if anything, liquid courage would get me through the next hour, let alone the rest of the night.

The bar was somewhat packed and I realized it was already 8, I didn’t think how far away this place was from me till I finally looked at my watch. I put my hand up, but being as short and quiet as I was, the bartender wasn’t going to be hearing me anytime soon. The night was not starting out too well and I was very much thinking about just heading home.

“Hey, want a drink?” I heard a voice say, than I felt a tap on my shoulder, “want a drink?”

I turned around to and had to look up, the girl was much taller than me, short, very short hair, she was wearing a Ramones shirt, skinny jeans and was just smiling me as I felt like a deer in the headlights.

“Are you ok?”

“Um, yeah, just, uhhh,” I was blushing at this point, I wasn’t sure why I was embarrassed, but I really was.

“First time?”

“Uh, yeah, how could you tell?”

“We’ve all been there, what do you want?”

“Something strong, and sweet…”

“I meant to drink,” she gave me another smile, put her hand on my shoulder and giggled.

“I haven’t been to very many bars, um, surprise me.”

“Hey toni!” she waved one of the servers over and said something and within a few minutes my drink arrived.

I gave it a sip and was shocked that it was fruity and a little spiced, it was definitely doing the trick and giving me the courage, I needed, “hey thanks, what is this?”

“Pussy juice,” I gasped and put a hand over my mouth which caused her to laugh, “the drink, not actual, pussy juice.”

“I mean it tastes good,” I felt like a school girl who wasn’t old enough to be here.

“I’m Kim by the way, and you beautiful?”

“Maggie,” wait did she actually call me beautiful, I was kind of taken back by the compliment, and I realized, no one had ever really complimented me before.

A women moved back and gave me a little shove, nearly causing me to spill my drink, but Kim had a hand ready to catch me just in case I fell, “come with me, it can get a little crazy here when the watering hole opens.”

She took my free hand without even asking and walked me over to the wall. I’d never been handled like this before, by a man or a woman and something about it felt kind of exciting. Her hand was so smooth and yet firm at the same time and as we walked it felt like her thumb was stroking mine. We got to the wall next and she pulled out a high chair that wasn’t being used.

“Here, um, take a seat,” she said leading me to the chair, raising my hand, guiding me to sit in it as she twirled me around and almost lifted me up onto it, standing in front of me.

I closed my legs, feeling the breeze between my legs, even in the dimly lit bar, I didn’t want to be that girl blatantly exposing myself to everyone.

“Are you hot or nervous?”

I looked up at her confused, “um nervous I guess, why?”

“You keep playing with the zipper on your dress,” I looked down realizing that I was fidgeting with it without even knowing I was.

“I mean it’s a pretty dress, and you have a great body, why did you zip it up all the way?”

“Just kind of shy I guess; I don’t normally dress like this.”

“You did say it was your first time, did you just come out or something, or did you just move here, what’s your story?”

I took another sip of my drink, “maybe, I guess, I don’t know.”

She laughed and looked at me, “you don’t know your own story?”

“What’s yours than Ms. Expert.”

“Well,” she told me how she knew she kind of liked girls since high school, her best friend was one of her first crushes. One night, during their senior year they decided to take a little break from studying and have a drink from her father’s liquor cabinet. She said they both got a little drunker than they wanted and her friend took a shot of vodka in her mouth and pressed her lips up to hers and let her drink it right out of her mouth.

She got closer to me, her hand was on my right leg as she kept telling me the story. That for a second it was awkward, that they didn’t know what the other was doing or wanted, her fingers very, very gently stroking the bare top of my leg. Now I was starting to feel a little hot and didn’t realize I pulled the zipper down just a little bit, maybe an inch, but it felt like a lot more in that second.

She told me for the next hour it felt awkward, they didn’t know what can of worms they had just opened and she was actually very worried she ruined her friendship. I could almost feel the nervousness that she felt seeping into my body through her fingers.

She took my drink, and put it down on the table close by, stepping between my legs, leaning over, “have you kissed a girl yet?”

“Um, just one, kind of, we were both kind of drunk and,” she leaned forward and before I could react, her lips pressed again mine, when the sudden shock of a stranger kissing me wore off, all I could focus on was the warmth of her lips, how soft they felt against my own, the slight wetness and how it felt as she kissed me and pulled back.

“Well now, you really have.”

“I, uh, I uh, I uh, wow, um thank you.”

She laughed, I didn’t realize her hands were on my legs holding her up, her fingers gently squeezing me.

“How did it feel?”

“Kind of shocking but, well, wow,” my brain wasn’t forming words, I wasn’t sure if it was the drink or what she was doing to me or both, but it felt like I was slowly melting to her touch.

“You want to know what happened with my friend?”

“Um, yeah, sure, what happened?”

I felt her hands almost tense, there was a slight shake in them now, like she was excited. She told me how her friend ended up staying the night, they often shared her bed since it wasn’t a big deal, but this time something was different. She told me how she woke up at some point to her friend making some noises and she couldn’t help herself anymore. She leaned in a kissed her again, but this time she didn’t stop at just a kiss and let her passion take over.

That’s when her friend started kissing back, half-awake her hands went under her shirt and down her shorts like she had fantasized so many times, groping, rubbing, slipping her fingers between her wet lips and then her friend suddenly reciprocating.

Her fingers were getting more confident, firmer in their touch, I could feel her breath starting to quicken and warm my left ear when I felt her tongue gently lick my ear lobe and cause a moan to escape my lips.

“You want to know the real surprising part,” her mouth was so warm against my ear, her hands were slowly move up under my dress.

“What, what was the surprise?”

“She was the,” she suddenly fell silent, her hands were at my hips under my dress and she drew back with an evil looking grin, “someone came prepared didn’t they, dirty little minx.”

I blushed hoping to change the subject, “what was the surprise?”

I felt her hands start to creep closer center between my legs, her thumbs leading the way, she leaned in a whispered, “she got under the covers, and went down on me first.”

“I remember the shock when I felt the tip of her tongue,” probably like the shock when her thumb found my pussy.

Her lips pressed against mine again, her tongue slipped into my mouth and her fingers slipped into my other set of lips. I was moaning as we kissed, the thought was so hot that even in this loud bar she could probably hear my moans through our kiss. Her thumb found my clit and she fingered me while teasing it, I had never experienced anything like this before and it was driving me crazy.

I put my hand on her chest and our eyes met, it was only a few minutes, I think but I was about to cum right there.

With two fingers inside me and her thumb rubbing back and forth across my clit all I could muster was, “oh god, oh god, there, please, there,” as I came gasping for air, her other arm wrapping around me and holding her firm and close to her as if to shield my reaction from everyone else.

For a few moments she held me until I felt her fingers pulled from my pussy causing me to shudder and nearly cum again. I watched her as she pulled back and bring her fingers to her mouth, tasting me.

“Even sweeter than the drink,” she smiled at me, my legs hanging off the side of the stool, “want another drink?”

Task 5.5 – Tasteful Modeling

When I came to, I found myself on the cold floor of the stage, and for a second, I hoped it had all just been a bad dream. As I started to come to, a man was sitting next to me, a weird little device was pinching my finger and I felt a pressure around my arm as if someone was squeezing it tight, a bright yellow gurney in the corner with a woman typing something up on a rugged laptop and the teacher talking to her.

“She’s coming around, don’t move Ms.,” was all I heard as I was trying to get up and a hand on my shoulder kept me from moving.

That’s when I realized that the robe, I had started out with was all that was covering me from another stranger about to see my nakedness.

“What happened?”

The man waved over the teacher and she looked over me rather concerned, “well, you kind of fainted, I’m really sorry if I pushed you a little too much your first time, I really hope you forgive me, I feel so bad.”

“Do you want us to take you to the hospital to get you checked out?”

“No, that’s ok, I’m just hungry though and a little thirsty,” I didn’t realize it until now, but my stomach felt like it was eating itself and my mouth was super dry.

“Ms when was the last time you ate?”

“Um, dinner last night, I was too nervous and overslept and kind of just ran here this morning for the class.”

“I think I have some snacks and water in my office, I’ll go get some now, I think she’s going to be just fine.”

With a few awkward signatures and trying not to expose myself, the EMT’s eventually left me with Sarah. Putting on the robe she helped me to her desk and cut me up some apple slices and water which I munched down a little fast causing her to laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“Just reminds me of the first time I posed for my class.”

“Wait, you posed for an art class,” I blushed at the thought picturing her naked in front of a room full of students, “naked?”

“Yup,” she laughed, “and the first time I was so nervous, I didn’t eat a bite and ended up passing out half way through.”

I couldn’t help but still blush imagining her passed out naked on the floor and the thought of what I had looked like sent another wave of embarrassment through my body.

“Hey, this room doesn’t have any more classes today till late this afternoon, so take your time coming around, your clothes are still in the changing room as well, folded and waiting for you, well I think it’s all there.”

Oh god, she must have realized that I didn’t bring any underwear with me.

“Anyways, feel free to take your time and take care of…take care of anything you need before heading out, I’ll even lock the door for some added privacy,” if I didn’t know any better, it looked like she was blushing a little.

“Well, feel better, I have a…a meeting to get to and some paper work to fill out about the incident,” with that she awkwardly smiled, got up and walked out of her office and a few moments later I heard the class door open and shut.

Did she mean, nah she couldn’t have meant that, a teacher would tell a student to masturbate…would they? I mean she seemed a little flustered and she couldn’t say it, if she meant just dress and leave, she would have said that, wait a second, no way. I mean the door was closed and locked though, I could, if I wanted to…

I pulled the robe apart, not even bothering to get up, although still a little foggy, my body was as sensitive as ever. My nipples hardened under my tender touch, both hands groping at my bare tits in the coldness of Sarah’s office reminded me where I was and turned me on even more. I wish she would have stayed; I wish she would have felt so guilty that she would have helped me with what I was about to do or at least stayed to watch. My imagination was the only satisfaction I was about to have about that.

I closed my eyes and spread my legs, picturing her beautiful face between my thighs, watching me closely as I began to teach my pussy.

Running a finger through my lips, I was soaked, “mmmmm, wouldn’t you rather have a taste, than just sitting there and watching.”

I pictured her smile and then her leaning in closer, her face disappearing between my thighs and only imagining what her tongue would have felt like probing the folds of my arousal. My fingers taking the place of her tongue as my fingertips circled around my clit, an itch I had been dying to scratch for what felt like forever.

“Mmmm, Sarah that feels so amazing, please, please fuck me, I want to feel you inside me, stick your fingers deep inside of me and make me cum.”

My left hand took the place of hers, inserting two of my own fingers as deep inside of me as I could, my other hand continuing to rub my clit imagining that she was still licking me as she finger fucked me.

“Mmm yes, right there, yes, oh god, Sarah!”

I came so hard that I started to feel light headed again and worried that I was going to faint and be found naked and covered in my own juices by someone, even worse if Sarah came back to check on me and found me like that. I took my time and had what was left of the water before getting up, to add a little excitement I left the robe in her office and walked to the changing room naked to get dressed. A part of me didn’t even want to get dressed, but enjoyed the idea of being naked in a classroom, even with the door locked, it still felt risky.

When I got dressed and walked out, I noticed the art teacher Sarah walking down the hallway, she looked a little flustered and in a daze. I wasn’t sure exactly what she was thinking or feeling, but when I got back home, I began to fantasize of all the possibilities. I hope one day, if I had the opportunity and the guts to ask, I would find out.

Task 5.4 – Tasteful Modeling

At this point I wasn’t sure if I was more embarrassed or turned on. In my current position, I couldn’t help but have to look at the teacher and it was obvious now that her eyes were looking up at me from her sketch pad and she was indeed drawing me.

Had she been drawing me this whole time? Did she just start? Did she know what I was thinking? Was she thinking the same thing? I’m not one of her students, so could we… I mean I’m a student here at the university, and she’s a teacher, is that even allowed?

So many thoughts were running through my head and each thought became more provocative than the last until all I could focus on was the juices leaking from my pussy like a faucet. Then I felt it in my foot, a cramp was starting to form and I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to say something, or just ignore the pain and wait for the next pose. I guess it was obvious though when Sarah stood up and walked over to me.

“Are you ok?”

The silence turned into a small commotion behind and I worried that I did something wrong, “just a pain in my foot, I think its cramping,” I felt like I failed her, but the look of concern on her face made me think otherwise.

“It’s ok, let’s take a minute, it happens sometimes, have you drunk any water before you got here, first time models who don’t know how to hydrate before a session tend to get cramps, I’m just surprised it hadn’t happened sooner.”

She walked to the back and grabbed me a bottle of water and handed it to me and then she got down on her knees again and asked, “right or left.”

I was enjoying the water too much to really think why she asked but said left. Then I felt her hands touch my foot and begin to knead her fingers into my arch. A random stranger, a woman no less was giving me a foot massage in front of her whole class and on top of that, while I was naked!!

It felt like heaven though, I never had a foot massage until this moment and it wasn’t helping that I was extremely turned on as well. All I could picture was her hands moving up my leg, massaging as she moved up my thigh and slipping her finger up my slit and massaging my…

“Is that good, I wasn’t going too hard, was I?”

“No, you can go higher”

“What? Too hard?”

I was brought back to reality and realized what I said, hoping that no one in the class heard what I said and she definitely didn’t either, “no that was just perfect, thank you, I think the cramp is going away.”

Now I was really embarrassed, I couldn’t believe I just openly came on to a teacher, in front of a room full of students. I mean she was kind of hot and in any other circumstance, ok, but this was in a classroom, not appropriate and for the rest of the pose I was mentally kicking myself for being a pervert, who really wanted her to get me off.

“Time for the final pose,” I nearly jumped out of my skin as she spoke and was both nervous and anxious for her to touch me to pose me again.

“Ok, Maggie, last pose, you are doing amazing, just need you to stand and we’re going to head over to the chair.”

Her voice was almost hypnotic at this point, she could have read anything and I would have loved every syllable. She walked me over to the chair, robe only held in place by my elbows, I didn’t even realize that I was so exposed as I followed her.

“First, I think we can remove this,” she slipped the robe from me and let it fall down to the ground, my eyes were transfixed on hers, “next we’re going to stand here,” as she walked me behind the chair and stood behind me, her hands were on my hips as she bent me over.

“We’re just going to bend you here,” and all I can think was, was she going to fuck me right here?

I was bent over, legs spread to keep me stable, my hands were on the seat holding me up as the back slightly dug into my stomach. It wasn’t very comfortable, but it wasn’t too bad. That was, until I noticed how I was posing, I felt like I was waking up from a dream when I suddenly realized what I was showing. I was bent over, in front of the whole class, it was one thing feeling topless, the chance of my breasts being seen, so many people have seen breasts, they’re in movies all the time now. No, I was showing them my ass and pussy and with my legs spread I could only imagine how it must have looked.

I could feel my ass cheeks spread, the eyes burning into my asshole and then like a flower blossoming, I felt my pussy lips opening. I’m not sure why it didn’t happen right away, maybe my wetness, my virgin pussy never opening up like this before. But I felt like my bare, pink, wet pussy was on display for a bunch of people my own age, that I went to school with, now looking at a place that no one else had seen other than my doctor. To make it even worse was how wet I was, I couldn’t even say I was sweating because of the air conditioning in the room. Nope, I was fully exposed and dripping wet for all to see.

The blood was definitely rushing to my head, spreading across my face and chest as the humiliation washed over me. It’s ok, I kept repeating to myself, it’s ok, this is all natural, people get turned on all of the time. This is a class about drawing the human body, naked, natural, aroused. I’m ok, was the last thing that went through my head as my vision slowly went black and I suddenly felt numb.

Task 5.3 – Tasteful Modeling

My mind kept looping over the feeling of the teacher’s hand against my bare breast. It was probably on accident, but a part of me wishes she had done it on purpose. That deep down, she enjoys taking advantage of innocent little girls like me. Maybe that’s why she did it in the first place, or maybe she was in my place once too and knew exactly what I was going through. Maybe she did it for the same perverted reasons as well and not just for the money.

Holding my position was starting to get harder, the thought of her doing it on purpose was starting to turn me on again and my pussy was dying for attention. I could feel its wetness start to drip between my lips, the soft material of the cloth gently touching me and the smell of my arousal starting to slowly permeate from my body.

My nipples felt so harder that they were straining against my body. The thoughts made me feel flushed and I tried my best to keep my breathing under control. I just hoped people thought I was getting nervous being exposed and it was nothing else and tried desperately to hold the pose I was in.

I heard some movement behind me, something large and possibly heavy being moved across the stage floor, but I couldn’t look out without breaking the pose and I worried what was about to come next.

“Ok, time for the next pose, we’ll be rotating our lovely model around and working on the detail work we talked about last week,” a hand rested on my shoulder and I jumped, “it’s ok, we’re going to move to this block and have you facing away this time.”

I stood up, suddenly feeling modest again, closing my robe, my legs felt a little wobbly, but managed to make it over to the block she was talking about. I stood waiting to be told what to do, feeling like any wrong move would ruin the class, but her smile as she looked at me made me feel comfortable once again and when I looked at her, I wondered if her cheeks had always been that reddish, or was it just recently.

“Ok Maggie, have a seat right here facing away from the class, I’ll take care of the rest,” she patted the block, “you’re doing great by the way.”

I sat down, the block was smooth and somewhat cold to the touch through the thing material of the robe.

“Ok, just follow my lead and don’t forget to breathe.”

She pulled the robe from underneath me and draped it over the box, she then placed my arms at my side, splitting the material and exposing me to her. The whole action almost felt intimate rather than procedural and it gave me some bad thoughts with how close her face was to me. I knew it had to be my imagination, but I could almost feel her breath on my bare skin.

“Stay professional, stay professional, she’s a professor and you are going to get yourself expelled,” I kept repeating in my head.

I felt her hands on my shoulders and the material of the robe start to slowly sip down my back all the way down to the box. I was now showing off most of my ass and well, pretty much naked now. Although, most of my body was facing away, the only thing covering my body, was now the angle that they were seeing me at. With her hands on my shoulder, a slight twist to the left of my torso and she pressed on my shoulders to hold me in place.

“Oh shit,” blurted out of my mouth as I felt my butt start to slide forward, the box was getting a little damp which causing me to slide forward.

“Oh, that’s ok, quick fix,” she grabbed a small box and brought it in front of me.

She got down on her knees, placing my feet on the box, spreading my legs. In any other situation this would have looked really, really bad and I nearly died from embarrassment thinking what the student saw behind me, with their teacher on her knees, head nearly between my thighs.

It was only for a few short moments, but it felt like she was down there forever and when she stood up, she used my leg to help her stand again. Her body weight pressed into her hand, her fingers pressing into my thigh and for that split second, I loved the feeling. I wish she would have done the same to the other side and just shoved her face between my thighs and took me right then and there.

She walked back to her seat, the one I hadn’t noticed. Picking up a sketchbook herself she began scribbling in it, then I saw her eyes glance over at me and back to her sketchbook again. Was she drawing me? Had she been drawing me this whole time? I finally took a moment to realize how exposed I was. Not only was I completely naked to her gaze, but my legs were now splayed wide open.

I was lucky the class couldn’t see my face, but I couldn’t help biting my lip with how much her stare was starting to turn me on. Her eyes were practically like fingers on my skin, her soft lips grazing my nipples, her tongue delving between the folds of my pussy. I didn’t want to admit it, my arousal taking my brain over and I wanted nothing more than for her to just fuck me.

I could feel myself leaking even more than before, my pussy felt like it was on fire, dying to be touched. The heat was radiating up to my chest and into my cheeks, my heart was racing and it felt like it was getting harder and harder to breathe. Even harder to keep myself from thinking about anything else but sex.

Task 5.2 – Tasteful Modeling

Let me just tell you, ouch, if it wasn’t for the fog in my head from my intense sexual frustration, this definitely knocked what little sense I had left, out of me. I opened the door and walked into the classroom like any other student, although I knew, I was about to be dressed very differently from the others. I walked to the back where I assumed the teacher was and was greeted by a teacher who looked not much older than I was.

“Hi, I’m Sarah, you must be Maggie?”

“Oh, um, hi, I was actually looking for the teacher, are you her teaching assistant?”

She laughed, “oh, um no, I just don’t like people calling me by my last name, it makes me feel old so everyone calls me Sarah, even my students.”

I blushed feeling kind of embarrassed, “sorry, um, this is my first time, so I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do.”

“That’s ok, changing room is in the back, there is a robe there if you didn’t bring one yourself, don’t worry I just cleaned it this morning and I’ll introduce you when we’re ready to begin.”

I blushed again at the thought that not only had I assumed something totally wrong because of her age, but she was about to see me completely naked on top of that. I knew humiliation was slowly becoming one of my kinks, but at this point I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

I walked out and into the changing room, I looked around the classroom as I did and although I felt like all eyes were on me, most of students were just chatting or at their desks starring at their phones. I only thought maybe one or two eyes were on me, but my growing fear that I was about to be naked in front of my peers is what made me believe that.

Being alone in the changing room was the first time I had a moment to really think about it. All I came with was my usual hoodie, shirt and cargo shorts and decided underwear would just add to the time I needed to undress and even more time for me to think of things. My hands shook as I took off my hoodie and wouldn’t stop as I undid my shorts and let them drop to my feet. When I finally took off my large baggie shirt, I was truly naked and looking down my arousal was unmistakable. My nipples were hard and pointing, I could also feel how wet I was now that the cold class air was touching my body. I almost worried that steam was coming off of my lap with how hot it felt.

I almost walked out of the changing room forgetting the robe, but as I opened the door, I took it off of the hook and slipped it on, hoping no one had seen me before I closed it. Not like that was going to matter anyways, since I was about to take if off anyways. I was starting to worry that my arousal was not going to give me enough courage to complete the task I had given myself, each step feeling like a walk to the firing squad. I couldn’t even bare to look around out of fear that someone I knew was in the class and I was about to show them something that no one else had really seen.

I couldn’t bring myself to look at that class, I felt like I was about to be sacrificed and everyone was grinning at the pure virgin about to meet her end.

“Hi everyone, welcome to another great algebra class,” everyone burst into laughter, “oh wait, that’s thursady, welcome to,” Sarah put on her glasses and looked at her clipboard, “the art of drawing.”

For a second, I felt relieved, like all the tension in the room suddenly left and I felt normal, even for just that second.

“We have our model Maggie here for today, who will do a few poses, be nice, this is her first time and like some of you know, it can be a little intense, please make her feel as welcome and comfortable as possible,” she put a hand on my shoulder and the warmth felt calming.

“Here let’s start simple and have you take a seat,” I went to remove the robe, but she stopped me, “let’s start with it, I’ll help adjust, that way you can feel comfortable as we move forward.”

By move forward, I know she meant, me get naked, but it sounded better the way she said it, professional and almost medical, less like a trashy strip club. I walked over to the seat on the stage in the middle of the room and she again, put her on my shoulder and slowly pushed me down into a seating position, something that felt, a little, dominant from where I sat. Causing me to blush for a third time from her actions as it slightly aroused me from the pressure she put on my skin.

She came in front of me, “don’t worry, just breathe, and hold the pose, if you need to stop at any time just say something, I’ll be right here,” she adjusted the front of the robe opening the v-shape in the front until the tops of my cleavage was visible.

She then reached down and adjusted the bottom of my robe until my legs were exposed as well, nothing you wouldn’t see on a beach, but I was starting to feel a bit more exposed than the others in the class. The longer I sat, the more I worried though that my nipples were hard enough that they were poking through the fabric and even though the wetness was still being kept well hidden, I swear I could smell myself and hoped no one else had noticed. All the time still not having the guts to look up at the faces around me. The faces that were so intently scanning, critiquing and studying every inch of me as they drew it to paper.

“Ok, time for the next step,” Sarah walked in front of me again, “you’re doing great, we’re going to go a bit further now, just let me know if I need to stop.”

Her hands pulled the knot at the cloth holding the robe together and I felt it come loose. She held onto the front by my chest and began to slowly open it, her hand accidentally brushing against my sensitive nipple, a gasp escaping my lips before I could stop it, another blush proceeding it. For a second, I thought she blushed, but I think she was more focused on the task at hand I hope she missed the moan.

My breasts became exposed, their paleness almost the same color as the cream robe, she opened up the bottom exposing my pussy, “spread your legs just a little please,” I did as she told me, feeling shy as she was so close.

She hung the robe slightly over my left leg, covering my pussy as well, it was tasteful and not lewd as I was exposed but my pussy was still covered. This time she didn’t say anything else, but got up and walked back over to her chair, allowing the students to start again.

Task 5 – Tasteful Modeling

Task 5 – Tasteful Modeling

I have to say this task kind of came out of nowhere. From all the tasks I thought up on my list and ones that were even suggested by my fans, I thought of this one, but never thought I would actually do it. Modeling nude for a class at my actual university, and without a mask either. This was a position that’s always posted on some sketchy corkboard, with a written or half assed, but to be honest, I needed the money.

I was worried that I was going to chicken out again, this wasn’t a random strip club miles away. This was at my school where someone may have recognized me, seen me completely naked and would have some kind of proof of it, whether they were good artists or not. I just hoped no one was allowed to take pictures with their phones. It’s not that I cared if it went back to my parents anymore, but maybe having something in the future that would come out and ruin some great chance at a career I may want.

Anyways, I decided this time around, I would have an incentive to go through it with, other than just the money. No masturbating for a week before the modeling gig, I figured I’d be horny enough and crazy enough to do anything at that point just to find some release. My plan worked a little too well. For someone that masturbates at least twice, daily, going a week was like denying me water and on day 4, it was like I was suffocating. I was not a pleasant person to be around, that’s for sure.

I wanted nothing more to scratch the itch that was growing between my legs. Every day just got me more and more sensitive to the point where my nipples hurt with my usual rough skater shirts. I had to go to Victoria secret to get a silk undershirt, which was teasingly torturous but at least it wasn’t painfully so and still with my baggie cargo shorts, forgone panties as usual. I just prayed that every day as my juices leaked down my legs as I walked around school, people just thought I was sweating like everyone else.

Sitting in class, every touch against my bare skin just added to my desire to cum, the subtle breezes that would sneak they’re way up the holes of my shorts just reminded me of the orgasms I had been denying myself. Even worse was the bitter looks I had been giving couples as I walked around campus. I’m not against pda, what I was against was the idea that they were probably going to be going back to their dorms or apartments and fucking while I was starving for dick. Yeah, at this point, I needed red hot, all natural, meat or after a certain incident I’ll write about later, would have settled for a hungry mouth just as much, just so I could stop my brain from thinking about nothing but all the orgasms I owed myself.

On day 6 when I thought I would be worried about going through with what I was about to do. I was more staring at every crotch, chest and mouth while thinking of the possibilities and sometime biting my lip like a starving dog.

I must have looked insatiable as one of the few…semi friends I had in school must have noticed, “girl, you need dick, plastic, or real, you need to get filled.”

She wasn’t wrong, but comments like that still made me blush and I knew my reward would be bliss after the task I had to accomplish. There were times I almost slipped, woke up with my hand creeping down my pjs, a finger finding my clit and waking up to stop myself before I couldn’t. It was like trying to stop yourself from yawning, mid yawn, it’s just so natural and then you have to pull it back in like it’s not accepted by society.

During class my pen would find its way circling around the top of my leg through my shorts and wanting to go between my legs. I was so needy that I didn’t care that people were around, that someone may catch me, the guy three seats over would take a pic with his phone or the teacher may catch me under the table in the lecture hall. I just really, wanted, to fucking cum, was that too much to ask for?

Day 7 was the hardest, even though I was turned on beyond belief, a crackhead of lust that didn’t detox right. I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered if it was really worth all of this, that not masturbating for a week alone was task enough, I could surely call that a task and get away with it. I knew I couldn’t do that though; I was too far invested to stop now and with butterflies stirring in my stomach, the next morning was going to be it. I wasn’t going to back out, I needed the money and couldn’t fail again, I had to do this. It was the closest thing to blackmail for me and yet I was the blackmailer.

I honestly didn’t know what to wear, part of me thought wearing the wrong thing would let everyone in the school know I was heading to be a nude model. You ever feel like, your brain is a giant billboard and everyone knows exactly what you’re feeling, that’s how I felt walking to the art building. I wore my usual t-shirt, shorts and sandals, but I felt completely naked to everyone I walked past. Their eyes felt like they burned across my skin and if it was that bad just walking around clothed, I worried how it would have felt actually being naked. My arousal kept butting its way in, the thought of someone in the class I knew both scared and excited me at the same time. I even wondered if they liked what they saw, maybe I would get my first sexual friend out of it. That’s when I hit the door to the art studio, literally, with my forehead.

Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 10.5

I was now a package to be delivered, one with the sole purpose of being used for whatever they wanted me to be. I was going to assume, to be used as their little fuck toy and thrown away once they got bored. That’s if my mind was working at all to imagine what was about to happen next. After so many shocking things to happen in one day, my mind was hardly working at all, I was brought back to my base instinct of desires that needed to be satisfied and I hope they were capable of doing that.

“I don’t think I ordered this,” laughs and giggles erupted from the other side of the door, “I’ll take it but I want to check its quality first.”

Slap! A hand landed firmly on my ass, the sting causing me to moan and continued as he squeezed my ass.

“Looks a little used and dirty to me,” more laughing from behind, you would have thought I’d feel humiliated, but at this point, it didn’t register at all.

A hand suddenly grasped my face at my shin and made me look up, there was the guy that started all of it, staring at me with a smirk on his face. It was strange looking at that smirk again, that at first, I wanted nothing more than to punch him in the face, this time I wanted him to just fuck me and put me out of my misery. I wanted him to take what I thought was that big dick he was hiding in his pants and fuck me till I couldn’t take it anymore.

“I like those eyes, you don’t look as bitchy as you did before, you look like you want something.”

I licked my lips and looked down but couldn’t bring myself to say it, there was one thing taking it, but another thing admitting to it.

In my mind I wanted to say fuck you, but thought that would just make it sound like I wanted to him and yet the only other smart thing that came out of my mouth instead was, “fuck me.”

Again, if I was thinking at all, that would have made me blush for both asking for it and saying something that stupid as well. This time there was no laughter, just that smirk on his face and his eyes lighting up.

“One final game then,” he pulled something out of his pocket and started to tie it around my head, blindfolding me, “you can have all the dick you want, just act like the slut we all know you are.”

I figured at this point there was no going back and everyone in the room already had seen all of me and expected me to be just that, a slut. So, who was I to question him now, since after all that happened today, there was no denying it.

“I’m ready,” was all that I could manage to say and I felt myself lowered to my feet and guided into the room.

“Introduce yourself to the fine gentlemen,” there was a sudden slap to my ass.

“I’m just a little slut, looking for some cock, I hope you guys have some ready for me,” it was cheesy and I felt like I vomited in my mouth a little when I said it, but there it was, exactly what they wanted to hear.

That’s all they needed to hear as I pushed down to my knees and the first cock entered my mouth. Strangely enough there was no lewd commentary, no cheering for their fellow guys as they used me, not a word to me either, just grunts and moans. It worried me a little at first, but then I actually liked the silence. I felt any comments would just make me self-conscious and that their stupidity would turn me off.

From my knees I was bent over on all fours and was taken at both ends, my mouth was fucked as someone grasped my hips from behind and rammed his cock deep inside of my pussy. The feeling that I was looking for all day, being completely fulfilled and fucked that I could take away just as much pleasure.

“More please, I want more,” I was turned over onto my back onto someone, their cock entering my ass, my head guided to another cock to enter my mouth and the third stuffing my pussy as I was filled completely.

My hands were guided to two more and this once one innocent, timid little girl was now satisfying five guys at once. That’s how I was used all night long, even when I felt my body wouldn’t move anymore between exhaustion and multiple orgasms, hands moved my body for me or used me as I laid in bed. It was a blur of cock and cum until the final cock took its turn.

The length wasn’t as impressive as the girth, it felt like someone was shove the business end of a baseball bat into me.

“Cough, cough,” he was the only one to make a sound, as he was fucking me, he would cough from time to time, a deep lung filled cough that people were shushing while at the same time trying not to give themselves away.

That’s when I wondered, how many people were actually in the room, I doubted that the guys I met before could really keep it up for this long and this many times. But that thought quickly left my mind as a strong vibration touched my clit and sent my sensitive, sore body into overdrive.

“Shit, stop, it’s too much, I can’t take it,” a mixture of pain and pleasure washed over me, “fuck!”

I came so hard I practically squirted around the cock inside of me as it answered back filling me as well causing me to finally pass out into the soft bed.

I woke up the next morning to an empty room, my stuff on the dresser along with just a robe leaving me with a walk of shame I swore ruined my reputation forever for whomever saw me and told others, but the next day at work, nothing was said. No rumors were talked about, except for the feeling that everyone was much nicer to me than normal and I felt like sometimes, people were staring at me when before they would have made me feel invisible.

Then the weirdest thing happened, the general manager of the hotel was walking around when he bumped into me, introducing himself as if I was the most important person there.

“Ms. Hill, pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Um, thank you sir, pleasure to meet you as well.”

“Maybe we could have a meeting together soon to discuss your future in the hotel.”

All I could do was blush and think that all my hard work must have meant something for the general manager to introduce himself.

“Cough, cough,” I looked up to see him hold a fist over his mouth to muffle his cough and my stomach suddenly clenched having heard the exact same cough.

“Sorry, can’t seem to get rid of this cough, looking forward to our meeting Ms. Hill,” he grinned and walked away.

[What do you guys think? Should I do a volume 2 sometime? I liked the ability to change up and try different scenarios, especially ones that didn't have to be real because they were dreams...]

Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 10.4

Zip…zip! If I was actually paying attention, I would have heard the sound of two zippers being pulled down, I would have noticed when the guy in front of me stopped playing with my breasts and nibbling on my neck, I would have noticed the fingers slowly slipping out of me as my orgasm was starting to build. That’s when it came as a surprise when I was lifted up from behind and impaled on the cock in front of me.

“Oh god!” it came as more of a shock as it felt like I was practically thrown into his arms, and I wondered how such a huge thing slid into me so easily.

Then like a stab in the back another found its way brutally into my ass. I had never been taken like this before, lifted up between two men and penetrated on both sides. I knew I was a petite girl, but now I just felt like a blow-up doll being used mercilessly. I couldn’t believe I was naked in a public elevator, being fucked by two guys, who were blackmailing me and I didn’t even know their names.

Ding!

I knew that sound, it was the sound of the elevator door hitting our floor, I thought they were going to let me down and start walking out but instead there was just a long awkward silence as they continued to fuck me.

“Um, sorry, we’ll take the next one…” my eyes shot wide open, I thought I would see the open door, but they had turned and I saw the wall.

I put my head down into the guy’s neck in front of me, hoping to hide my face and my shame, praying that they couldn’t see me. One of the guys shifted, hitting a button on the wall and I heard the doors start to close.

My worst nightmare realized when I heard the words, “was that Maggie?” just as the door sealed closed.

I could only imagine it was someone I worked with that recognized me with someone else he was asking the question to. The idea made me go red with embarrassment as I was just not only exposed naked to two anonymous people, I know which would have been bad enough. But, being fucked by two random guests in an elevator was a million times worse. That didn’t stop the guys from continuing to brutally fuck me at both sides. The sudden exposure felt like it just fueled them to fuck me harder and faster than before.

Ding!

The sound brought me back to reality and all I could think was, oh god no, please not again, can’t I just enjoy this without being exposed and humiliated every other minute. I dug my face into the guy’s neck and felt safely hidden.

“Nooo!” was all I managed to say as I was ripped away from him by the guy behind me, the sudden feeling of his cock being pulled out and his body away from my arms made me feel like I was falling away.

Hands gripped tightly on my thighs from underneath me and I was turned on full display with a cock still fully up my ass. I didn’t know what to cover, my breasts, my fully open and exposed pussy that still felt like it was gaped open from the cock that was just ramming into it or my face and to hell with the rest as long as no one could recognize me.

He slowly walked out into the hallway with me, still carrying me in the most exposing of positions. It felt like I was about to be walked in front of a firing squad. When I finally got the guts to open my eyes, the hallway was empty and with a sigh of relief, I calmed down slightly.

Although my ass started to feel full again and with each step could feel him throb and pulse inside of me. I could only imagine the way I looked, fully naked, pussy exposed, could probably see his balls underneath me and how my pussy must have been quivering from the pleasure.

“Come on, what’s taking you so long?” the guy in front of us shouted out, I didn’t realize he got down the hallway so fast, but then I realized, the guy holding me was just going really slow, “is she heavy or something?”

“Fuck you, just give me a minute,” I could feel every step he was taking, shifting his grip to get a better handle on me, the feeling of his cock sliding just a little bit in and out with each step.

I couldn’t help but tense every time I felt him slide inside of me, it caused a stirring inside of me and could have only imagined what it was doing to him. Although it was just enough to keep me on fire but not enough to actually start building my orgasm.

“Fuck,” he suddenly stopped and I felt myself sliding down, not realizing that I hadn’t been taken his whole cock in me till now.

His hands felt soft, not gripping as tightly and I felt myself filled even more till I felt his pubes tickling my ass. He made a few grunts, cursing under his breath and then I felt it.

“Fuck!” he grunted out as his cock started to fill my ass with cum, the feeling was both hot and disgusting at the same time as I felt him fill me completely, throbbing and pulsing with a shocking amount of jizz.

At that moment, I wanted to cum so badly as well and reached down to start rubbing my pussy, his cock softening inside of me, but just as I started to feel some pleasure, a shoulder found its way into my stomach. Hands grabbed my arm and leg and I was thrown over a shoulder and walked down the hallway.

The shock was sudden, I was so wrapped up in my own little world, the feeling was intense as I felt his cock slip out of me and on the walk down could feel his cum dripping out of my ass and down my leg.

Knock! Knock! “Delivery!”

Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 10.3

I wasn’t even thinking to use the stairs this time, I was too focus on not being stopped by a guest to ask a question or being scene in a lifeguard uniform or feeling practically naked still and just went straight for the elevator. I was that oblivious to notice the two guys that walked in with me and were behind me as the elevator got packed with people.

“Mmmmm,” a moan sounded in the elevator, causing me to blush, people looking around shocked at what they just heard, “mmmmm,” again it went.

“I think that’s your phone,” a guy behind me said, causing me to blush even deeper.

There was a notification of four digits, 6969 and I typed them into the phone and watched it unlock. I went into the messages to see the number twice and saw that another text was on its way.

“Good, you were smart enough to unlock the phone,” the message read, “now don’t move or else you’ll be in big trouble.”

I was confused what he meant, did he want me to stay in the elevator and not come back to them? That’s when I felt a hand on my back and another one rather suddenly on my butt. I didn’t turn around to look out of fear of my instructions but could just make out their faces in the reflection of the elevator door, they did look familiar and it worried me. It took everything I had not to gasp or move when I felt a hand slip down the back of my shorts over my bare skin.

I was so anxious and aroused that I felt much more sensitive than normal, or maybe it was all the adrenaline coursing through my veins out of fear of getting caught. I waited to see what the other hand would do, but instead it I felt the buttons of the polo I was wearing starting to be undone. I had done them up to close the neck gap as much as possible to not show off what was underneath and now it was being undone just as quickly.

I didn’t dare look down or around out of fear of what I was told and realizing that someone else in the elevator had noticed my predicament.

“Mmmph,” a moan this time escaped from my lips, a finger suddenly slipping between my pussy lips.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the man standing next to me looking back and down at me.

“Mmmph,” the finger plunged its way inside of me and startled wiggling around, I was having a very hard time keeping a straight face while it toyed with me.

The other hand pressed two fingers into the small of my back forcing me to stand straighter, my chest pushing out as I did and I could almost feel like the man standing next to me, turned his head a bit more to look at me. All I could do was stand and blush, imagining that I must have been pretty exposed for him to start looking at me even more. A chill ran down my chest, not knowing if it was the AC running down the open hole or his the scan of his eyes over my bare skin.

“Mmmmm,” the phone went off again, causing me to blush, the woman in front of me jumped and looked back to give me a dirty look and I quickly checked the phone.

“Look to the guy to the left your showing your tits off too and give him a smile and a wink.”

I couldn’t believe I was about to willingly look like a slut, but as I looked up, I realized his eyes were looking directly down my shirt. I wanted to hold it to my chest to cover my exposure, but I knew that wouldn’t have been allowed.

When he didn’t look up, my voice came out like a squeak, “Hi sir, enjoying your vacation?”

He finally looked up at my face and that made me feel even more exposed than when he was look at my chest, “very much, thank you.”

A second finger penetrated me, and I couldn’t help but biting my lip, “where are you visiting from?”

I must have come off as a real slut, the tone of my voices seemed off, my moans from before and now I was biting my lip like a little skank talking to a man old enough to be my father.

“Chicago actually, probably should have stayed if we had known it was going to be this hot,” he looked down at my chest again after he said the word hot, like he was referring to something else completely.

My brain was going numb as the guy behind me was now finger fucking my poor pussy, I was doing everything to seem normal and focused but words were getting lost and all I could manage to say was, “yeah, hot, it can get pretty hot.”

If I didn’t know any better, it looked like his face was starting to turn a little red and looking down, it was obvious he was getting turned on. Being short, I wasn’t able to look at my reflection in the elevator doors, I worried that I must have looked really bad for him to have such a reaction. Even worse, I was starting to feel like my orgasm was starting to build up.

“Mmmmm,” the phone again, I looked down at another confusing message, “step out of them and kick them aside.”

Suddenly I felt my shorts slip down my legs and pool at my feet, I instinctively reached down to pull them back up, but the fingers inside of me suddenly hooked upwards, holding me in place and third finger pressed into me, making me straighten up. I was lucky the shirt was big and long enough to cover me, but the shorts at my feet embarrassingly gave something away. I stepped out of them and kicked them over to the side hoping to hide the fact.

The man gave a surprised cough as now he could see my entire naked body down the front of my shirt although I prayed, he couldn’t see the hand between my legs fingering me. My legs were starting to shake from the oncoming orgasm and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to stand if I did.

Ding! With a sudden stop of the elevator the family that came with us suddenly left, the husband still looking behind him as he exited and as the door closed I heard a hard slap and him saying ouch.

“Take off the shirt,” one of the guys said from behind me.

“No please, I don’t want to get caught, someone will,” the fingers ripped from me and left me empty, “please don’t…”

“Please don’t what slut?”

“Please don’t stop,” I said with a tear in my eye, my face red with embarrassment.

“Take it off and we won’t,” I couldn’t explain why I did it suddenly without fear, maybe my need for release was that urgent, but I ripped off the shirt and threw it to the discarded shorts.

The guy from behind shoved his fingers right back inside of me, fucking me harder than before, the other guy came around and starting nibbling and sucking on my neck and collar while groping my sensitive breasts.

Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 10.2

[Not sure why, but figuring a way out of the closet was a lot harder than I thought it would be...]

“Shit,” was all I could muster, with this top I may as well have been naked.

I got up and looked around, maybe there was another towel left behind, a bathing suit left in the lost in found, a trash bag, anything, but you never realize till something like this happens, there really was no options.

Bang! The door slammed wide and I was right out in the open, too late to get cover.

“Hey babe, got here a little early and starting already I see.”

It was my supervisor, Jared. I couldn’t turn around, the second I did, whomever it was would know it was me and that was it.

“Were you wearing that under your work clothes today? That’s kind of slutty even for you,” I felt his hand on my shoulder and then he spun me around and before I knew it, he was kissing me hard and deeply.

When he pulled back after a few seconds, both of us completely shocked, me at his actions and him that I wasn’t the person he was expecting, his expression kept changing from shock, to lust to a giggle. He looked at me up and down blushing, I was still too shocked and scared to move, my mind not knowing what to do. He had just kissed me, seen everything and was now alone in the storage closet with him, my brain was having a hard time keeping up.

“Maggie?” he put his hand to his mouth, his eyes still roaming my body, eventually I was able to cover my pussy with my hand as his eyes stopped there.

“Jared, please you got to help me, I,” had no idea what to say, nothing was coming to mind, no lie, no excuse, what could I possibly say, naked would have been better than this slutty top and with no bottoms either, it was so ridiculous nothing came to mind.

“Were you waiting here to hook up with someone,” he looked at me and smiled, “never thought you were that kind of girl, honestly thought you were a prissy little bible thumper.

He licked his lips and grinned at me, “who knew you were hiding all of that under that baggy uniform, everyone thought you were either fucking fat or a flat chested transexual.”

“Please Jared, I just need a towel or something, mine was taken,” he put a finger over my lips quieting me.

“That’s fine, I’ll get you one, but first you got to do something for me,” he pressed down on my shoulder until I was on my knees and lowered his shorts, his cock springing out before me.

I couldn’t believe I was going to have another random dick in my mouth and this one was my supervisor’s.

“Oh, first things first,” he reached back and hit the light switch, the room was in darkness, maybe he was just more comfortable not looking at me while he fucked my mouth.

With a sudden painful grip of the back of my head causing me to gasp, he shoved his cock into my mouth without another thought. He was much longer and thicker than I would have ever imagined he was and within three thrusts he was halfway down my throat.

“Gug, gug, gug,” sounds of me gagging on his cock filled the small storage closet until the sound of the door opening caused him to stop, his balls resting firmly on my chin.

“Hey babe, got here a little early and starting already I see,” he froze, his hand slowly letting go of my head and his cock slipping out of my mouth, “jacking that big thing off getting it nice and hard for me.”

“Yeah babe, I wanted to be ready and waiting just for you,” he pushed me to the side under the table as he turned fully to her.

I could barely make out from under the table and in the dark her shorts coming to the ground, followed by her shirt and then her one-piece, red bathing suit, it was a lifeguard. She walked up to him as he picked her up off of the ground, legs wrapped around him and the groan she let out let me know the moment he penetrated her. I tried to crawl from under the table, but something had latched onto my top, I knew if I could get out from under the table though I could grab her shirt and shorts and be free. She would still have her bathing suit, so I didn’t feel too bad but had to act quick. For all I knew Jared as a 30 second guy and I was about to be exposed.

I undid the ties and let it pull away, now I was completely naked with two people I worked with fucking right behind me. I grabbed the shorts and shirt and crawled to the door as quietly as I could. I saw the phone on the desk next to them where I had just been hiding, cursing to myself. I crawled back with the worse view of his bare, hairy ass, thrusting back and forth into her. Grabbing the phone, I quickly went back to the door, opened it and crawled out.

“Did you hear something?” was all I could hear before the door quietly shut and the words, “don’t you fucking cum so fast like last time, I’m first this time you asshole.”

Quickly putting the shorts and top on, they were much bigger that I thought and were going to be a pain. I tied the tie on the shorts as tight as I could but they had been stretched out so much, they barely felt like they were holding onto my tiny hips or maybe it was because she had a bigger ass than me. The shirt too was stretched in the front and even with the buttons of the polo shirt all buttoned up, it felt like a huge gap at the neck would let anyone taller than me see down the top. I worried either my shorts were going to slip down while I walked or someone would see I wasn’t wearing anything underneath the shirt.

I quickly walked out the door in the back of the area and headed back to the room, phone in hand.

Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 10.1

I walked into the room, the center of attention as they all sat and stood around clothed, making me feel even more naked than before. The guy who had called out, holding his phone again, obviously recording me. I felt like a little lamb, surrounded by wolves that were going to jump me at any moment. Their eyes scanned over every inch of my skin and smirked at my hands trying desperately to cover my breasts and vagina.

A loud slap hit my ass nearly knocking me forward, “stop covering up, you look ridiculous, we’ve all seen it already anyways.”

He brought back his hand for another painful slap and my hands shot to my cheeks for protection, both embarrassing me more and exposing myself completely at the exact same time. I stood there, feeling more awkward than ever, especially being the only girl there and naked.

“Let’s play a little game shall we,” those words struck fear into my heart, what games involve a bunch of games and a naked girl.

“First we have to pick the outfit,” now I was afraid and confused, they wanted me to get dressed?

I looked on the bed to see a bikini, if you could even call it that, the top was just a few strings and little triangles that would barely cover my nipples. The bottoms were just as bad with a triangle that felt like it would barely cover my slit and a string that would practically get swallowed by my ass. Finally, one of our crappy towels was on the bed as well.

“You can pick one piece and the towel.”

“Wait, what?”

“You can have the top, or the bottom and the towel, and if you question again, you’ll only get one.”

I thought about the bottoms, but without strings, would people think I was topless? Then I thought of the top, but then I’d be completely exposed if it was too small and what my nipples and breasts would practically be on full display. I grabbed the top and towel, hoping being such a small girl I could wrap it around my torso and no one would be the wiser.

“So get dressed slut.”

I felt more awkward getting dressed now than being naked, the top did nothing, the strings were practically arrows screaming, look at these, I wrapped the towel around myself and was able to look at the mirror. The bottom of my naked ass cheeks was just visible but from the top up, it just looked like I was wearing a normal bikini if people didn’t think too much into it.

“Now time for the game, Mark here is super forgetful and left his phone at the pool, go get it.”

“Wait, I work here, people know me, I can’t,” with an open door and some quick shoves my protests fell on deaf ears as I was shoved out of the room, the towel nearly coming undone as I was pushed.

A quick pull on the towel made sure it fell to the ground as the door was loudly slammed behind me to try to draw attention from anyone nearby. I was naked in the hallway of the hotel I worked and quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped it around myself the best I could with no way of knowing how well I did without a mirror; all I could do was hope it was as covering as when I first had it on. I thought about using the stairs, but all that movement threatened for the towel to come free again and lots of other employees preferred the stairs over the elevator. So, the elevator it was, hoping that it was late enough that no one was using it.

No luck, when the doors opened a well-dressed couple was in there waiting to go down. I smiled and said nothing, trying to act as normal as possible getting in, but I had a strange feeling that the guy kept trying to take glances at my back. When the doors finally opened and they walked out the woman gave him a slug on the arm.

“What, I wasn’t looking!”

I looked back and saw the reflection in some of the metal of the elevator, almost half of my ass was clearly on display, hopefully they thought it was just a string bikini and I wasn’t walking around bottomless like some pervert. I pulled it down, but the pull threatened to expose too much cleavage now, and getting out of the elevator I just couldn’t tell and hoped for the best. At least I knew my nipples were covered, but that was starting to feel like the least of my worries.

I could feel myself dripping down my inner thighs, the excitement and exposure was starting to get the best of me again, I just hoped there was no more cum coming out of me as well. Walking through the main hallway made me scream with terror, my brain kept telling me that I was naked, but act perfectly normal and no one would be the wiser. In the back of my head, it felt like my pussy and ass were on complete display, my nipples were probably poking through the towel and the towel was about to fall off at any second for everyone to see.

Sneaking into the pool area through the gate, I felt pretty proud of myself until the truth hit me. He never said where the phone was left, everyone leaves their phones on the lounge chairs?!?! Where did he leave his?!?! All I could think of was lost and found but I would have to ask someone, and then they would recognize me and all the questions. I needed to sneak in and look and pray it was there.

I ducked and snuck my way to the backroom, I know I was invisible but worried if any of the lifeguards or anyone else saw me, everyone would know, or worse, would think I was some slut. When I got there, I dove to the lost and found bin and found a phone, when I turned it on, I instantly knew it was the one. The lock screen was a foggy blurry picture of me naked in the shower and I blushed imagining how many people had seen it before it got in here. Although I thanked my luck that I was able to find it so easily.

Creak! The Door started to open and I ducked under the table next to it, the towel caught on the edge and was draped over my back, I couldn’t pull it or move it out of fear that it would be scene and just stayed as still as I could, with my eyes closed and a hand over my mouth so they couldn’t hear me breathing so hard.

“Nope, nothing in the lost and found,” then I heard footsteps start to walk away, the light shut off, “crap, probably should put this in laundry.”

I felt a hard tug on the towel and in a split second, it was gone and the door slammed shut. I was now practically naked having to get back to their hotel room.

Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 9.5

[Feeling somewhat better, I decided also to make this last one a two parter, hopefully you all enjoy!]

Slowly pushing it into my mouth and down my throat, his grip on my hair tightened so that I couldn’t look away. I could taste the salty bitterness of his cum along with my pussy juices all over my tongue, and intense concentrate of sex in my mouth that was so overwhelming that it made me want to gag, even worse that it was starting to harden again as I practically did nothing but act as a cleaning hole for his dick.

He thrust it in and back a few times, making me worry he was going to start fucking my mouth, but then just pulled it off and left me there on my knees like I was nothing at all.

I definitely understood that when some people go to hotels, that they don’t see the people that work there as people. This was definitely a thousand times worse; I wasn’t a woman or even a person, I was some hole he used to get off and then like a cum rag, cleaned his dick and left me on the floor for someone else to clean up.

I eventually got up off of the floor, a little dumbfounded about what just happened and walked out the door. I was too in shock to even think the way I looked, my hair a mess, a few drops of cum dripping from the corner of my mouth and still leaking out of my pussy. The hardness of my nipples and the still slight transparency of my damp clothes as I was practically on display for any guest to see as they walked by hoping that they treated me just as invisibly as the stranger who just fucked me and tossed me aside did.

Thankfully as I finished the last few rooms on my list, most guests did exactly that, treated me like I was invisible without even noticing I was there. Which usually irritated me, but at this moment, felt like a miracle, even with one person running into me, not looking up from his phone or even apologizing after he elbowed my shoulder walking by. To be honest, in my job, everyone treats me like I’m invisible, even the people I work with, it was the same in high school, was the same in this job, a wallflower I think is what they used to call it.

It allowed me to clock out unnoticed, but didn’t stop me from needing to go back to that room to get my things, or else there was no way I was getting home and not getting trouble in work with all that evidence they had. I dreaded what was going to come next and that was even after letting a random stranger use me today, which was a first for me. It was so intense and felt so good but afterwards, just made me feel used and a little ashamed.

I clocked out, and headed back to the room and knocked on the door hoping they were there. I could hear them in there and knocked again a little louder, now a little irate that they were making me wait for what was to come. When the door opened, the douche who started this all just stood at the door with a smirk on his face scanning me and making me blush.

“Oh, sorry we don’t need our room made, someone did that already,” the guys’ laughter filled the room from behind.

“You know why I’m here,” I muttered under my voice now nervous that anyone may walk by and overhear or think some dirty thing as to why I was there other than my job.

“What was that?” he stepped closer, his height and confidence drawing out some fear in my chest.

“You know why I’m here, I need my things back,” I felt like a little girl talking to an adult, what little confidence and anger I had was quickly being crushed.

“Is that really how you talk to a customer?” he looked around and back into the room before looking back at me again, “I think that’s going to cost you.”

“What? I don’t have anything, you have all of my things, what do you want from me?!?!”

He held out his hand and I didn’t think he was serious, “all of it, or else we’ll hand over your stuff to the front desk with all the video and pictures too.”

My arms went over my chest and a hand went down to cover between my legs even before I stripped, I felt incredibly naked all of a sudden and even though this uniform was doing practically nothing as it was, I would have gladly kept it instead of being naked in a hotel hallway.

“Fine,” I knew speed was going to be my ally as I removed the shirt quickly, hearing a little tear as I did and pulling the pants down too, ripping the shoes and socks off in the process and shoving them into his chest as my last act of defiance.

I stood there naked and when I tried to walk in, he didn’t get out of the way and just smiled as he watched me.

“Please, I paid your price, please just let me in, someone will see,” I was getting really nervous now, every sound from around me made me think I was going to be fully exposed and that was going to be the end of everything.

“Sir,” he looked at me, his gaze was stern.

“What?”

“You will call me Sir from now on or else you’ll get nothing.”

“Yes Sir, may I please come in now Sir, before anyone sees me Sir,” I was now scared and angry.

“Ask nicer,” he tossed my stuff into the room, far away from sight and each.

“Please Sir, may I come in,” I faked the best nice I could, as if this wall perfectly normal.

“Sluttier”

“Oh, please Sir, may I come in,” I was not good at sultry or teasing, I felt like an idiot as I said it.

“Sluttier, show off those tits, make me want to fuck you.”

I blushed and cupped my breasts and looked up at him, “Oh, please Sir, may I come in,” I groped them and held them up as if I was offering them to him.

“Beg me.”

“Please Sir,” my right hand moved down to my pussy, spreading my lips and my left pinching my nipple, “please let me in Sir, please let me in the room.”

“Ok that’s good,” a voice came from behind him and I saw the phone from under his left arm, they were recording me.

I covered myself, now incredibly embarrassed and with a laugh he moved aside and I quickly walked in, blushing from head to toe.

“If you can’t handle that, the rest of the night is going to get much harder.”

Sick as a dog

Hey guys,

Sorry it's been a few days, I got whatever bug has been going around and instead of it affecting my lower regions like most people I've worked with running back and forth to the bathroom. This got into my chest and lungs and for a good time, didn't even have a voice. Also, they didn't care and had to work to pay rent which really sucks now. But, I'm almost at 100% which is great because back to work tomorrow for a clopening that they are having me leave at 10 and be back by 7 am, which gives me about 4 hours of sleep in between. Then they have me do it again next week and when I told them how far away I live and how little sleep I would get.

Well, I was called into upper management's office later to be told that I shouldn't demand things, they'll be happy to help with scheduling and work life balance (which they didn't) if i come to them asking, but I can't demand. I'm 5"3 had to speak in whispers because my voice kept cracking like a 12 year old boy asking if there was anything they would suggest to help and supposedly that's demanding.

Ok, enough of my sick rant, I hope to start writing in the next couple of days to finish another book, maybe Maggie's Wet Dreams Vol. II will happen next or I start on the main series again, what do you think?

Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 9.4

His smile made me almost melt inside, which his face was the one thing I was trying to focus on because if I had looked anywhere lower, I probably would have done something I would have regretted. The bathroom was still humid from the hot water, and the mirror was all fogged up. There was really no reason to do the shower since it was all still wet, but I cleaned the toilet and pointed the paper.

I couldn’t even replace the towels since he was using them and went to check out the sink to reset the glasses when I felt a bump from behind.

“Let’s be honest, I think we both know exactly what you need,” his voice was confident and firm.

He gripped my hips as I was bent over the counter and pulled them back towards him. I could feel the towel padding between me and his obviously hard cock. I couldn’t help but mindlessly rub my ass into it until I felt the towel undo and slip to the floor, now only my cheap uniform pants between us.

“Look at that, now it looks like we both have nothing to hide.”

I was confused when he said that, I was still clothed, I mean rather scantly, but still, “I think you’re the only one not hiding anymore, Sir.”

“Oh, is that what you really think,” as he took the towel still around his neck and cleared the mirror.

I looked at my reflection in shock, not just because of the redness in my face, flushed with arousal, but the practically transparent top that was staring at me, filled with moisture from the humid shower, the same for my pants as well. I may as well have been naked and to him, without underwear, such tight clothing and now this, I must have looked like the hotel slut.

He reached around and undid my pants, zipper flowing as freely as his confidence and with a slight tug past my ass, the only thing holding them up, they puddled at my feet. He didn’t even bother letting me step out of them before rubbing the tip of his cock along my slit. I was wet, drenched practically, not just from him, but everything till now and he knew it as he slid inside of me.

I never got to see it, but I knew that it was long, thick and hard from the feeling so spread and full. Even longer when I finally felt his stomach press up against me and that the pleasure borderline on pain from his length. He pulled out all the way to the tip and plunged back into me.

“Mmmph!” moans escaped my lips, sounds I never heard myself make before echoing off the tiles.

Then without mercy he pulled halfway out and plunged back into me, over and over again, pounding my insides like he was tenderizing me from the inside out.

“You’re so tight for a little slut,” his fingers dug into my hips, his words striking at my heart.

I wasn’t a slut, this was all just a misunderstanding, it wasn’t my fault, but I did nothing to stop him from taking me, from fucking me. His hands reached down and pulled my shirt up exposing my bare breasts, his hands now gripping and groping them, pulling and pinching my nipples. My breasts weren’t huge but were definitely a handful at the least.

“I’m going to cum inside you,” he whispered in my ear, and my eyes shot open, I wasn’t on birth control or anything so that wasn’t going to be good if he did.

“Please…please..please,” it was hard to talk with him slamming into me, with each thrust I felt like the wind was being knocked out of me.

“What was that princess?”

“Don’t…don’t…don’t,” my brain was growing foggy, it was hard to think as I felt my own orgasm starting to grow after a day of nothing but teasing.

“Stop…stop…stop.”

“Please don’t stop?” he put them together, I didn’t even think of what I was saying or how it could have been turned around on me.

“Uh, mmm, uh,” I was getting closer and I could feel him growing even more ferocious with his thrusts that I couldn’t even speak to correct him.

I felt him throb and pulse inside of me and with a last hard thrust he erupted deep in my pussy, the fear, the panic, the warmth was so overwhelming that I came as he did, my legs giving out and my top half now leaning on the counter as his cock pinned me forward.

There was a sudden knock at the door, “housekeeping!”

I quickly pulled up my pants and pulled down my shirt, my legs were still wobbly but the adrenaline was now helping me walk. He shoved me out of the bathroom and closed the door just as I heard the lock disengage and my supervisor walked into the room. I crossed my arms over my chest, worried that it was still see through and she looked up at me surprised.

“I was looking for you,” was all that she managed to say.

“I’m sorry, I was just finishing up this room and getting to the next one.”

“You did everything? Even the bathroom,” she looked around, raised eyebrow like I was lying.

“Yes ma’am, although the guest is in the bathroom right now,” I was nervous, nervous for so many reasons, worrying that I was still practically naked, that a random stranger who had just fucked me was in the bathroom and even worse, I could feel his cum leaking out of me as we spoke.

I could feel it running down the inside of my thighs and my legs were starting to wobble.

“Ok, just head to the next room, you’re running behind,” she said as she reached for the door, walked out and closed it behind her.

I dropped to the floor, my legs were non-existent, the bathroom door opening and the man walking out, even not hard his cock was rather impressive and intimidating. He walked up to me with a smile on his face, bent down with his hand behind my head and gripped the back of my hair with one hand his cock with the other and with a gasp he shoved it into my mouth.

“You didn’t finish cleaning this.”

Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 9.3

But that was the least of my worries, as the smell of alcohol was still lingering on me and worried that higher management would be less understanding. I had to get a new uniform and even though it was going to push me a little behind, it was better than fired for people assuming I was drinking on the job.

There was a small problem though, I realized, as I was making my way that department. Without my ID, they wouldn’t give me a uniform and if I tried to make an excuse there would be questions and they would probably be questions that would get me in big trouble. All I knew was, I needed a change of clothes and I had a very short time to do it and figure out how.

When I got down there, it was a room larger than I remembered, with rows and rows of clothes hung on poles, lines up, one could get lost in a room like that. Then it hit me, all I had to do was grab some new clothes, change really quick before anyone noticed, throw them in the dirty laundry container and walk out without anyone being the wiser.

There wasn’t time to think, I walked right in and went to the section for custodial and grabbed the clothes in my size right off of the rack, a shirt and pants and went to the back corner, shaking. The changing room was right behind the counter, for reasons like what I was about to do, they probably didn’t think anyone would be crazy enough to just change in here, so there wasn’t much security. I stripped the shirt and pants off quickly, too busy to be freaking out that I was naked at work and anyone could have seen me. I pulled the new ones on as fast as I could, rushed over to the laundry chute and dropped the old clothes in and started to walk out.

There was a life guard standing at the counter with some new clothes, soaked to the bone from the look and I could only sympathize with her with how she felt.

“I forgot my ID at home, is that going to be a problem?”

“No, we can just use your ID number and put it in that way.”

All I could think at that moment was, are you fucking serious? I could have just said I left my ID at home and wouldn’t have had to mission impossible my way to some new clothes. Clothes that were feeling a bit weird as I walked out, irked with myself. The adrenaline started to wear off and the clothes I picked, were feeling, rather…tight. I shrugged it off to, new, just cleaned clothes, they always felt stiff and tight when you first started and would loosen up after wearing them and a few washes.

I ran to the next room realizing how late I was on my schedule and as I’m supposed to do, knock on the door to make sure no one was in there and was about to put the key in when the door opened. A man was standing there, tall, short dark hair, a little older than me, muscular, but the startling part wasn’t that he answered, but all he had on was a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Hi, is there something wrong?” he said, scanning me up and down, a smile on his face.

“Um, just here to clean the room sir,” I looked away, blushing, after everything this was too much for me to handle on a good day, let alone everything that happened so far today, “I can come back another time.”

I was thankful that someone was in there, if he said I didn’t have to, I could knock this one off of my list and get back on schedule with time to spare.

“No, please, the room needs to be done.”

“Are you sure, you seem kind of, indisposed, I can come back later.”

“I insist,” those were like the magic words, if a guest insisted, we kind of had to at that point and I walked in reluctantly to a room with a naked man, just wearing a towel, feeling pretty naked myself.

“I’m just going to finish what I was doing, don’t mind me,” he said walking back into the bathroom.

He left the door cracked open and I went to go close it, but as I did, I saw him drop his towel and walk into the shower, completely naked from the back. My mind was now going into overdrive and it was getting hard to focus. I immediately went to the bed and started making it.

“Oh, great idea Maggie,” naked guest and the first thing you do is run to the bed, I thought to myself.

I made the bed like a mad woman, and every part of me wanted to look back, look through the crack again, see what else I could see. My whole body felt like it was on fire and the tightness of my clothes wasn’t helping. Each piece of cheap material felt like it was rubbing across my body. I worried that my nipples were going to poke through the damn fabric, if my pussy wasn’t drenching the crotch of pants as it was.

I was thankful he was in the bathroom still, every time I bent over and moved for something to rearrange, it felt like my pants were going to rip and my top was threatening to roll up and expose me, especially without any underwear on at all. That’s when I finally heard the shower stop and paused.

“I could peek,” I thought to myself, “he did leave the door cracked open, it could just be an accident.”

As I walked towards it, I jumped as he came out, towel wrapped around again, another drying his hair, “bathroom is free,” he said, then gave me a look up and down and smiled.

Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 9.2

They handed me a small hand cloth and dropped my clothes on the floor. There was nothing I could do at that point, I had to dry myself and get back to work, but there was really no modesty when it came to drying off now. Their eyes felt like they were scanning over every inch of my body, ever move I made to dry a piece of skin felt like it exposed another and when I thought bending towards them was keeping my butt somewhat covered, I didn’t realize with the mirror, they were getting a full 360 degree view of my body till it was too late.

My hair still slightly wet, I was dry enough that I felt like the show was over. I reached for my clothes and sorting through them, couldn’t find my underwear.

“Hey, did you take my underwear?”

That was immediately answered as they were holding both my bra and panties along with my wallet and keys, dangling them like trophies of a kill.

“Did you think that was it?” their obviously leader said, “you’ll have to come back for these.”

“Can I at least have my bra, I can’t go out like this, it’s a little…” I blushed, “see thru…”

“You’ll be fine, you’ll just have to figure out a way to cover up as you work, or maybe you don’t and make some guests really happy.”

“Please, I can’t go out there like…”

“John, call up the front desk, tell her we found one of the maids naked in our room.”

I immediately got the message and started to get dressed, they were holding all of the cards and I had to play their game. It felt weird wearing the uniform without underwear, the cheap material of the pants felt rough against my bare skin, I didn’t know how some of the employees did it in thongs or less feeling like they were sandpapering their butts and thighs.

The top was no better, it was always a little transparent that you could kind of make out a bra, and without a bra, I felt like my nipples were on full display.

“Let me help you with that,” he walked up and tweaked my nipples before I could swat his hands away.

With an arm reaching around me, a hand went between my legs, pressed a finger up through the crotch of the pants and in-between my pussy lips, making me gasp at the sudden intimate intrusion. I had never gotten this much attention or advancement in my life from guys before and now I was getting it all at once like I was at some sketchy bar with a bunch of frat boys.

“Better get going before someone else comes,” I blushed from embarrassment walking out the door in shock.

Looking in the mirror I saw my hard nipples poking through the shirt, thankfully I was so pale and the color couldn’t be seen as much, but looked down to see almost a camel toe forming in my pants. I walked down the hallway to the next room and when I walked in, and was startled by my supervisor.

“Where were you,” she looked at me and sniffed the air, “were you drinking or something?”

“No, I was cleaning the room and the guests spilled some alcohol and offered to clean it up,” I was worried and nervous not only of my state of dress now, but her thinking I had been drinking on the job, “and some got on me and I tried to wash it off.”

I was ranting and freaking out by this time when all she did was put up her hand to silence me and responded, “fine, fine, just pick up the pace and get back on schedule, we need these rooms for afternoon check-in.”

“Yes ma’am.”

As she was walking out, she looked back, giving me a brief look, raising her eyebrow as if she was scanning me from head to toe before walking out, “stop at costuming when you have a chance, you can’t walk around smelling like a bar and that uniform doesn’t look like it’s fitting right anyways.”

After the door shut, I looked into the mirror again, the shirt looked just as badly with my nipples, I never fixed the camel toe in the front and looking behind saw it pulled up into my ass crack, instead of the usual non-form fitting pants, they looked downright slutty. I didn’t know what to do. I could head down to costuming and change, but looking at my schedule I still had 4 more rooms I had to get done and I was already behind.

I just had to tough it out, making this room wasn’t that hard and thankfully there was nothing to knock over. The only hard part was, moving around was making my clothes rub all over sensitive spots and no matter how many times I fixed my pants they would creep up right inside of me again when I would bend over.

With all the trash thrown away, bathroom cleaned, bed made and everything put into place, I thanked my luck and headed to the next room. The walk down the hall felt, well, exposing, we’re required to make eye contact and greet every guest we walk by and I felt like I was openly inviting their gaze every time I said hello. With the lightning of the hallway, I worried how sheer the shirt looked compared to normal and without a mirror I only had the terrible thoughts in my imagination.

I had seen other’s walk around in this shirt and you could clearly, sometimes, see their bra depending on the color, and sometimes even panties through the pants. Now I was wearing nothing and wondered how I looked to people who possibly could barely make out that fact in the dim lights. My next room couldn’t have come sooner as I ducked in to start cleaning.

I took a whiff and instantly knew that smell. Usually stuff like this disgusted me, but today the aroma had a different effect. I walked up to the bed to find used condoms and threw them out to make the bed. I wasn’t even thinking to throw on gloves as usual and just picked them up with my bare hands and put them into the trash, the grossness was for some reason arousing me and I felt disgusted with myself.

I made the bed thinking of who and what had happened in it, bending over making my pants dig into my crotch and ass wasn’t helping but only sending images into my brain of being bent over and teased from behind. The bathroom was rather spotless with nothing moved yet as was the rest of the room. The drawer at the side was slightly open and when I went to close it, it wouldn’t close completely. I opened it to see what was stuck and gasped at the largest black dildo I had ever seen in my life.

I couldn’t believe someone could have such a thing, let alone use it. I took it out of the drawer, my hands having a mind of their own. It was so heavy and even though it was hard it was flexible as well, which I learned when it the tip landed on my lips. If things weren’t bad enough as it was, I could only imagine someone walking in on me at this moment. I shoved it back into the drawer right away, blushing and embarrassed, unable to close the drawer to hide the monster. Just did the best I could and left the room.

I didn’t realize till I was walking out that moisture was on my lips. Instinctively I went to lick it off and it tasted like salt and strawberries. I smelled my hands and realized they smelled like me when I was aroused. I worried that I may have just indirectly tasted my first vagina and it was now all over my hands as well.

Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 9

Lately, now working full time, my job consumes a lot of my life, which is strange to say. Before it was nothing but school and then I was part time at a retail store and then part time at a hotel and now I’m full time and didn’t realize how much of it now consumes my mind when it becomes my whole life. Anyways, sometimes it can get pretty boring, and when I have nothing to do, my mind tends to wander and where my mind goes, usually it’s dirty and dark. I guess writing so much about sex and being so consumed by that most of my life, there really is nothing else I do think about…anyways. This was my latest fantasy when it comes to all of that.

I won’t go into too much detail, but as I’ve said before, I work at a hotel which being with the company for over 2 years, my job can vary from day to day depending on how I get scheduled. Sometimes, I’m next to a pool, picking up towels and making sure our lifeguards are ok, another I’m showing guests how to get to their rooms, and doing it 5 days a week and with people staying so long, some tend to remember me… for some reason.

So, I’m scheduled rather randomly to do housekeeping, a task that I’ve rarely done and to this day still makes me a little nervous to do. Being in a guest room, the random things that I find, the thoughts that I get while in their alone. Not so much sexual as getting in trouble for something, dropping something valuable, being accused of taking something or seeing something I wasn’t supposed to.

I will admit, I did see a lot of things I never thought I would while working this job. The obvious lots of condoms, used and otherwise was one. Bondage and sex toys that were sometimes just barely visible in suitcases and other times left out for anyone to see with no shame at all. I more worried about the expensive stuff that may break and what would happen if it was thought of as my fault. It was one day cleaning up a room that a very expensive bottle of alcohol got knocked off and spilled all over me as I was on my knees picking up some trash off of the ground by the desk.

For such an accident, the smart person would have just cleaned it up and left, told their superiors what happened and had them deal with it. In my case, I panicked, cleaned off my uniform the best I could but still smelled like booze. I worried that people would think I was drinking on the job which was one of the few things that would instantly get you fired and decided without a second thought to strip and jump into the shower to wash off the smell the best I could. It all sounded logical in my head, but there was a bunch of things I didn’t consider in the split-second decision.

First, to keep my clothes with me into the bathroom then just stripping them off there in the room, clothes, underwear and all. Next, I didn’t even think about how much time I had left before the guests may come back and thirdly who would be coming back if they did. If I had taken the time with this room, I would have seen 4 luggage bags, guys stuff all around, things that only younger guys would have brought with them, entitled guys who could afford expensive alcohol and this room as well without a second thought.

I was already naked under the hot water before any of that could even sink into my head. Though with such worries and thoughts, I didn’t even hear the door open and the guests return. If I was out there, I would have noticed them seeing my clothes, specifically my bra and panties on the floor, them creeping around as they heard the shower running and one noticing me through the door, I had left slightly open with a view that would have made me blush.

They were watching me, in all my naked glory, washing off all the body soap as I tried to get the smell of whiskey off of my skin. The worse part is, I thought of touching myself, the idea of masturbating in a guest’s room without getting caught was turning me on so much, but that’s when I heard the creak of the door and immediately went to cover myself with my hands. I got out of the shower and tried to reach for a towel to cover myself, but it was yanked away, leaving me wet, and naked in the bathroom.

“Now what do we have here,” one of the guys spoke up, holding the towel in his hand like a trophy.

“Little slut, from the looks of it,” another spoke up.

“Probably walked into the wrong room,” the third said.

“No, she definitely works here, the name tag says Maggie,” I saw him holding my shirt, “I think I remember her from the pool yesterday.”

“Awww man, I thought it was a boy.”

That made me blush and a little angry, through most of my life people thought I was either a boy or a lesbian, which neither were true.

“Guess we were wrong obviously.”

“Please, I’m sorry, I just needed to use the shower, something spilled on me, I need to get back to work.”

That statement was really true, I had to get to the next room, I was on a schedule and if I didn’t check in, my supervisor would start wondering where I was and I didn’t want her to find me like this. I already felt like she didn’t like me as it is, me naked in a room with 5 guys seemed like the end of a job that I really needed.

“Sure, we’re nice guys,” the guy with the towel reached it out to me as if urging me to take it, but I knew if I did, I would be exposing myself and that’s what he wanted.

I tried to get closer so I wouldn’t have to move my arm, but the second I did, he pulled back.

“Come on, don’t be shy, we’ve seen it all already,” he played with the towel, spinning it around, teasing me with it, “give us a little show, and it’s all yours.”

I was embarrassed, blushing red with humiliation and even worse arousal, but I let my hands slowly and painfully drop to my sides.

“The little boy has tits,” the comment made me cover myself again, and filled me with anger.

“I showed you, now my towel and clothes, now!”

“Oh, you think you have the ability to make demands, I think we’ll have to show you who’s in charge.”

Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 8

{I decided to post when it's done in its entirety, I had to re-read the original because I loved it so much, this is my completely take and another fantasy to add to my book, any suggestions for the next? Tell me what you guys think and leave comments for this and what you may want in the next chapter, love and appreciate you all - Maggie}

My senior year of high school, and yes when I was 18, I was a teaching assistant for my chemistry teacher. I had the highest grade in the class and was allowed to do this as an elective. It was a pretty each class since all I had to do was grade papers and make sure all of the stations for the class were ready and everything was done to safety standards per the text book. Anyways during that time, I had come across a site about bondage stories and one turned me on a lot. Well, a lot of the stories did, but this one in particular made me fantasize about things when I had to grade the same boring, 10 questions quiz a few dozen times.

I do remember one time I had to bring home some tests to be graded. We were so packed with homework, that either of us hadn’t gotten to the tests and I offered to do that since it would be quicker with the answer sheet than having to read over long answers and figure if they were right or not which the teacher could do faster than me. That’s when I realized I left the answer key at school. I was lucky enough that my teacher trusted me with a set of keys to get me into the classroom and with all the sports stuff and after school things the school was pretty much kept unlocked.

Even doing cross-country for so long, it felt weird coming into the school at night after everyone was gone. I did have many other fantasies of that, but worried about all the cameras around and some security guard finding me, arresting me and everyone at school spreading rumors about me afterwards. Anyways the fantasy goes like this.

I was able to make it into the classroom, it was very nice being that it was still a fairly new school, even had a large lab connected to the back through a door where I would do most of my grading. It felt awfully different at night though, completely silent, every little thing making a sound that was foreign to me made me feel like I was walking into a horror movie.

That’s when I saw in, silver and shiny, the light from the emergency light glimmering off of it, a gun. His hands were shaky, I couldn’t see the rest of him, just the tip of his gun as he stood there and pointed it at me, the shock causing me to freeze.

“You ruined my life and now I’m going to ruin yours.”

“Please, please, I’ll do whatever you want, I’m not who you think I am.”

“Oh, I know exactly who you are and 5 years ago, you cost me everything.”

Five years ago, I thought to myself, I was only in middle school then, I didn’t think there were any boys or anyone in general whose lives I ruined.

He didn’t give me much time to think before I heard the word that brought dread to my stomach, “strip!”

I started with my hoodie, my hands were shaking, still in high school no one had ever seen me naked, except for my doctor and my parents growing up. Now I was going to be exposed to a complete stranger whose face I hadn’t even seen yet.

I dropped it to the ground, slipping my shoes off and socks next trying to prolong the inevitable. My bare feet on the cold, tile floor brought shivers up my spine. My shirt came off next followed by my cargo shorts, I figured dressed like this he would have obviously known I was too young to be whoever he thought I was, but I had a feeling he was either too drunk or high to have known the difference.

“Come on already!”

His scream made me go faster, without even thinking my bra was off and my panties were to the ground. Who knew screaming at a girl was such a panty dropper. He took my clothes and threw them over by the door, shoes as well that made a hard knock when they hit the wall. By his foot he grabbed a large duffle bag and motioned me to follow him.

We went over to the teacher’s desk, “get on it.”

With his hood, it was still hard to make out his face, he was much taller than me, but kind of scrawny to be honest. But he still had the gun and I was at his mercy. So, I got up onto the desk which was cleaned off of the usual papers and books that were on there. The hard surface hurt my knees and it was a little hard for a short girl like me, displaying myself in ways that made me blush.

“On your back!”

I turned over, laying on the desk, I felt like I was about to be examined by a doctor, hands at my sides, too afraid to cover myself, all I could do was wait for whatever was about to come next. He grabbed my left wrist and wrapped a leather cuff around it tightly. He got on his knees and I heard metal scrape against the floor under the desk where he got to the other side bounding my right wrist as well and then pulled something tight so I couldn’t move more than a few inches away from the desk.

He got down to my ankles and did the same to my left, and then back behind the desk, he took my leg into his hand and pulled it up into the air and with a few tugs my leg was stuck there unable to move at all. To my shock and embarrassment, he did the same to my right, I could have struggled, I could have tried to make myself less hospitable, but at this point I just couldn’t fight it through all the shock.

I was stuck, completely exposed, legs up in a way that could only be described as one word, slutty and I did nothing to stop it. He reached into his large bag and I had a feeling he wasn’t done yet.

I watched as he pulled out a strange looking flexible penis from his bag and immediately started freaking out.

“Please, don’t, I’m a vir,” the gun was waved in front of my face again as if saying, shut the fuck up, I don’t care.

Then he put the barrel towards the entrance of my pussy and slowly pushed the tip inside of me, it was so cold and frightening, I wasn’t sure if my pussy was trying to grip it out of shock or trying to expel it the best that it could. I felt him tease my lips with his fingers as I fought back the urge to moan, I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was possibly pleasuring me. But pleasure quickly turned to pain as he gripped, my poor sensitive clit between his thumb and finger and pinched it.

He pinched and pulled making me nearly screamed from the pain, but before anything could come out, he shoved something into my mouth. It was like a small, soft penis in my mouth and everything in me wanted to spit it out, but the base started to inflate and it was pushed in deeper that the base was being held in by my teeth and whenever I tried to talk, the tip felt close enough to tickle the back of my throat and I worried about throwing up and choking to death.

I took a moment to calm down, my tongue couldn’t help by trace along it, trying to figure out what was in my mouth. Weird how tongues work that way, always going for whatever is in your mouth whether you want it to or not. Anyways, it felt soft, smooth with veins, almost how I would have imagined a real cock feeling in my mouth. That’s when the gun was removed and I waited for the inevitable I could no longer fight. The tip pressed against my virgin hole, I didn’t think in all my life, I would be losing my virginity to a dildo, tied to my teacher’s desk by a complete stranger. I mean who would?

In the tip went, my pussy tightening trying to keep the invader out, but it was really a losing battle. He would start rubbing my clit and all the energy I had seem to vanish and my pussy went from keeping it out to welcoming it in. A tear ran down my face as I felt it break my poor, defenseless hymen and thoughts of losing it in some romantic way were like fleeting dreams in the back of my mind. When the pain finally subsided, I felt completely full, I didn’t know how most women could put such a large thing inside of them and with a few pumps this one started to inflate as well and before too long it was stuck inside of me as well.

I had never had anything inside of me before other than a finger, so I couldn’t imagine what it could have looked like, but I knew how it felt. It was hitting places inside of me I didn’t even knew existed and felt fortunate that it didn’t actually move or do anything. At this point I wasn’t sure what the point of this all was, humiliation? Embarrassment? Did he hope to expose me or make me look like some kind of slut? Oh god, the thought of being found like this almost gave me a panic attack, a bunch of strangers, my teacher or students catching me like this would have been devastating.

That’s when I heard him start rumbling in his bag and I couldn’t imagine what more he could be taking out or doing to me. I got a glimpse of it as he put some lotion looking stuff on it, it was a weird egg-shaped device with a base and it split down the middle. There was no way he was getting that inside of me with the cock he already put up there, but my question was quickly answered when he felt it start to push against my virgin asshole. I thought my hymen being ripped hurt, this was like a constant burning as it was slowly pushed in me, feeling my tiny asshole spread to allow it entrance and once I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, the rest just slipped right in and I felt it open inside of me.

Why was he doing this, I looked up with teared filled eyes but I didn’t feel any mercy from him at all, he knew what he was doing and nothing was going to stop him. He pulled out some tubes and wires which got me even more confused and concerned. Little bits of pressure on the devices in my mouth, pussy and ass, sounds of clicking and connections. When he finally hovered over me to adjust something, I was able to get a look at his face and for the first time our eyes met, and I had no idea who he was.

I looked at him pleadingly, trying to make some kind of noise to just please let me go and that he had the wrong person, but with the gag in my mouth nothing came out and the look from my eyes just made his eyes grow with anger and he pulled out a blindfold and put it over my face so he wouldn’t have to see my eyes again.

My head was lifted and something was placed behind my head and then my head was released hitting a button. I could tell by the way it pressed down when the back of my head put pressure on it and the sound it made when pressed, in my head all I could imagine was a big red button which just left me with more questions.

“Don’t make a fucking sound till I leave,” were the last words I heard before the sound of the door shutting.

I didn’t make a sound, I was too afraid to try to move let alone scream, I was worried he would come back even angrier and crazier and make things worse for me. Like things could possibly get any worse. I waited for what seemed like a lifetime and then I felt something, a low humming coming from between my legs. Tears welded up in my eyes, my brain was screaming that this couldn’t be happening to me, but then things got worse.

What I thought was just a phallic vibrator felt like it was actually moving. It had to have just been my imagination, but it felt like it was actually wiggling inside of me, squirming as if it was alive. As time went, the vibrations got stronger and the wiggling turned into slow thrusting as if it was actually fucking me.

“Mmmph, mmph, mmph!” I couldn’t hold back; I was too exhausted mentally to fight the pleasure my body was feeling.

That’s when the penis shaped gag in my mouth followed suit. It too not only started to come to life, but actually started to grow. The once shriveled, tiny penis was hardening and taking shape, wiggling and growing with each passing second. As it grew longer, I prayed there was some end or worried about choking on it, as it was about to enter my throat, I pushed it to my cheek with my tongue and held it there. Its taste began to change and a salty liquid started to come out of it.

“No way!” I thought to myself, that can’t possibly be, there’s no way he could have.

I worried that it was actual semen coming out, possibly from the guy who tied me up. But that was soon the least of my worries as the vibrator was now getting stronger and to a length that was hitting the back of my pussy. The vibrations became so loud that I could hear them when at first, they were muffled by my body. Finally, the thrusts that started out like a gentle lover were more of an angry, hateful fucking.

I was being raped and my mind didn’t want this, but my body was now on complete instinct. I didn’t want to admit that it was all hitting the right places. I had never been fucked in my life and from the pleasure, I could only guess that this was what good sex would feel like. My eyes were rolling into the back of my head, my tongue lost its grip on the cock which was now slithering down the back of my throat, wiggling and twitching itself as it continued to slowly let loose semen. I wanted to cum so badly but at the same time I didn’t want to give this asshole the satisfaction of getting me off, whether he was there or not and would know.

I heard a beep and a whirring sound and panicked, the cock inside my pussy was like a jack hammer and the cock in my mouth began to spasm sending more fluid into me. With two beeps sounding both cocks started gushing inside of me and I couldn’t control myself anymore.

If it wasn’t for the gag in my mouth, “oh my god!” would have been echoing throughout the hallways, screams of my orgasm down empty corridors that people I knew went to get books from their lockers or gossip would have heard me embarrassingly cumming.

My back arched, but unlike flesh and blood, cumming didn’t stop these cocks, they continued their ruthless onslaught, my pussy was so sensitive, pain and pleasure were mixing together, all the while swallowing every drop to not drown in it. My head thrashed and for a moment, I lifted it off of the button and all the devices stopped and went silent.

That’s when I felt a strangle tingling in my butt, a small tingle at first and didn’t think much of it. Maybe aftershocks from the intense orgasm I had, adrenaline and finally having a moment to breathe or even the vibrator still humming just a little bit. I didn’t know how wrong I was, as the tingle turned into a tickle, and I knew that it was indeed coming from inside my butt, from whatever weird egg he pushed inside of me.

“Sigh,” I relieved if that was all it was going to do and kept my head over the button, between the intense gangbang, versus a little anal tickle session, I’d take the tickle session.

“Owww!” it felt like the thing bit me, or zapped me.

It felt like someone had pinched me inside, it was a weird sensation, like little nips inside my ass and before I knew it, the feeling was starting to grow in intensity and it was getting harder to hold my head above the buttons.

“Stop! No!” from tingling to tickling, pinches to now pin pricks, the pain was getting too much to bare and my head fell back once again touching the button, getting ready for the next intense fucking.

That’s when the pain stopped, I couldn’t believe someone could be so cruel to torture someone like that, he put electrodes in my ass!! Then on cue the cock inside my pussy started vibrating again, I was too shocked to moan and just let it use me and waited for the cock in my mouth to take shape again. However, after a few minutes it didn’t, it just laid there on my tongue, shriveled and dead to the world.

With each passing second though the dildo down under went back up to the relentless pace I feared and with my vagina still sensitive, it wasn’t long before my body reacted and started moaning again. With those moans the oral invader came to life, not as quickly as before but started slowly secreting its salty concoction again. Even with the fog in my mind from the pleasure and pain I was starting to figure out how it all worked. The button turned on the cocks in my mouth and pussy and the one in my mouth needed noise to activate as well. The second I took my head off, the electro anal thing would start firing up to the point that the pain would be too much to bare.

I was in the middle of some twisted, sexual science project.

I was feeling far too sensitive and between another massive orgasm building and having a hard time keeping up with the cum now filling my mouth, I had to switch over to the plug and lifted my head off of the button. The cock in my mouth came to a stop and began to shrink to its normal size, the vibrator kept going though, still relentlessly fucking me, thrashing around and twitching and now the tingling started in my ass. I pressed the button with the back of my head a few more times thinking maybe it was stuck or something, but it kept going and I prayed it wasn’t some glitch and now it wouldn’t turn off at all.

I started screaming into the gag, “it’s not fair! It’s not fair!”, there was no holding back my orgasms anymore, I was far too sensitive while also emotionally and mentally drained.

The anal plug was now strong enough that it was causing me a cramping pain, while at the same time the vibrator was causing me so much pleasure, they just started merging together and I wasn’t sure if it was the vibrator or the plug that was building my orgasm.

At the peak of pain and pleasure I couldn’t tell either apart and as my orgasm hit me, engaged by the vibrator spurting loads of cum inside of me, I had an orgasm that I didn’t know was possible, one so strong I felt as if all I could see was a bright white light. My brain went numb except for the feeling of intense release and the pain was no longer there, just an intense sensation that I couldn’t describe.

I didn’t even realize the vibrator had stopped after it came and without any energy, I couldn’t hold my head up any longer and it pressed the button once again. There was absolutely nothing, the pain stopped, the vibrator didn’t move for a second and except for trying to catch my breath, there was no motion in my mouth. I prayed that it was all over and took a moment that I was able to feel my body again.

My pussy felt full, not only by the inflated vibrator, but by all the cum that felt like it had nowhere to go. My ass felt sore and tight at the same time, clenching around the plug wishing that it could push it out with no success and my jaw was starting to hurt as well from the invasion. I didn’t realize all the muscles I had been using to swallow all that had been entering my mouth.

The moment to catch my breath hit me mentally, as I wasn’t able to think about anything else but the present and all the intense feelings, now I was able to think about my predicament, for as long as it let me. Without being able to see, I had no idea how much time had passed, I couldn’t even see if the sun had come up yet. I pictured all the people I went to school with, comfortably asleep in their beds as I laid on the cold table, bound, exposed and helpless.

The looks on their faces when my teacher and others come in to find me, their thoughts probably thinking that I had done it to myself or had someone else tie me up because I was a sick pervert who wanted it. What else could someone think, no marks, no signs that I struggled, I just stripped and let some guy tie me up and do this to me, maybe they would be right. Maybe I let him and I really wanted this all along.

The vibrator starting to hum in my pussy wasn’t helping my train of thought as I went from being forced to feeling guilty and ashamed that I probably wanted this all along and did nothing to stop it. The vibrator started to pick up speed, the thrusts felt longer and harder than they did before. It was almost hammering in this twisted realization in my head, logically I should have known it wasn’t true, that I was forced to do this, that this wasn’t my choice and that he probably would have killed me if I hadn’t cooperated, but something in me cracked, maybe it was that orgasm, that light I saw, something in my brain just broke.

“I..wanted…this,” the words coming out with each thrust, thrusts that felt like they were hitting the back of my pussy, sending literal waves through my womb and along the walls, the liquid inside of me moving around, I didn’t stifle my moans for a single moment.

The cock in my mouth growing and coming to life as well and instead of fighting it, I eagerly accepted it, like a longtime lover, swirling my tongue around it and sucking at its contents greedily. When both started growing frantic and intense, I lifted my head, my body wanting more of it down my throat, but it wasn’t attached to anything so there was no way it was going deeper. My head off of the button, the electricity started its surge once again my ass and instead of fearing it, I welcomed it.

Electricity came surging, the pain now bringing pleasure to me in strange ways I never felt before. This time though, neither the vibrator in my pussy or cock in my mouth stopped, they both went on without mercy fucking me at both ends while the plug worked on stimulating my now eager ass. All my body wanted was more, more, more, I was on a wild rollercoaster of pleasure praying for no end in sight. My orgasms came in waves, some feeling like they would go on for minutes.

My back arched, my eyes rolled from side to side, clenching my eye lids shut, grinding my teeth, body spasming against the restraints that held me firmly into place. I would clench my fists so tightly I could feel my knuckles turn white. I wanted to get off of this ride, but wanted to stay on at the same time.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Like when this all first started the machine beeped three times, so loud and piercing that there was no way for me to ignore it. The behavior of the devices now changed, starting from the cock in my mouth which shrank to normal size while gently twitched and wiggled with a slight vibration. The feeling was almost tingling and stimulating across my tongue.

The vibrator came to a humbling pace as well, the low vibrations and thrusting weren’t enough to do anything, just stimulate me and being so filled I wasn’t sure if it was cumming anymore. Along with the plug in my ass that went down to its lowest setting, that just caused tingles in my rectum.

I didn’t know how I felt at that moment, relieved that I wouldn’t be fucked to death or disappointed that this was it or scared of what was about to come and this was just the calm before the storm. I waited for that storm to come.

Nothing though, it was like I was waiting for the slap that would never come, the hand that was raised in the air, keeping me flinching at every slight motion but never touched me. It felt like eternity as I was teased, the power never changed but my body’s reaction to it did. It was kept on a slow burn and even with all the orgasms I had just had, it was like an excruciating itch that needed to be scratched.

That’s when my body completely overruled my mind, I had been resting my head on the button this whole time and in the frantic need of stimulation I lifted my head off, hoping something would happen, but nothing. I lowered it back down in fear that the intensity would increase and not stop but the moment it clicked as I pressed it again, nothing.

“Sigh,” again, didn’t know if it was more relief or disappointment.

My body was getting my brain into places that I didn’t know it could come back from, but as for now, there was nothing either could do. For God knows how long that’s how it went, and the teasing turned from irritation, to frustration and from frustration to anger. That anger boiled inside of me, anger for the random guy who mistook me for someone else and put me through this, anger that now I couldn’t even find pleasure from this predicament, anger the I will be exposed for doing nothing wrong, even anger at the mindless devices as if they were mocking me without being able to do so.

This felt like the worse torture of it all, I would have even gladly taken the painful shocks again to feel anything. I pulled at my restraints like a man woman, trashing around without fear, hoping that something would give, the bands around my wrists and ankles, the straps, the table, anything at all, but all it did was eventually tire me out. Then they all came to a complete stop and didn’t turn on for some time.

With all the stimulation gone, thrashing around draining my energy, even in the uncomfortable, awkward state I was in, sleep came over me.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

It almost felt like a dream as I started to wake, thrusts like never before, vibrations hard and strong, electricity surging through my ass and my mouth was so full with this liquid that I was surprised I hadn’t drowned in my sleep. As my mind awoke my body was way ahead in the game. I was wiggling and thrashing without even knowing it as I was taken in each hole mercilessly.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

The vibrations, thrusting, and electricity all stopped, a whirring sound started and it felt like a torrent of liquid was being released in both my pussy, mouth and now ass. I thought I was going to explode, that there was no way that all of that liquid could fit inside of me, it felt like a hundred men were all cumming in me at the exact same time. Then that too came to a sudden stop, if I could hear past the beating of my heart in my ears, I would have heard the sound of air deflating.

The cocks in my mouth and pussy began to deflate and they both finally found relief there. A whirring sound started and I worried what was about to come next. With a sudden pull, the cock in my mouth was ripped away, followed by a pop as the dildo in my once virgin pussy vanished into the darkness of my blindfold. But something stopped all the liquid from rushing out, I gripped tight, not wanting to gush all over the table.

I didn’t think with the removal of two what was about to come next, and with a gripping pull the plug in my ass was getting ripped out of me. It was hard because I knew if I let go, everything would come out and I prayed what was about to happen, wasn’t going to happen.

Click, click, click, click, click, my legs fell to the desk, and arms were free, the bands holding them in place were released, but being in the position so long I was numb. I opened my eyes to see the blindfold had been removed as well. Another whirring around and I watched as they pulled off of the desk and onto the floor.

Ring! Ring!

It was the school bell; it took me all the energy I had to look up in time to see a long wire running from the door handle to something between my legs.

“Oh god no, god no!” I screamed in my head.

“It’s stuck,” sounds of locking and unlocking and the door handle been jostled filled me with terror.

“It’s ok Mrs. Meyers, I got this for you.” Another voice came from outside the door.

With a hard pull the door was thrown open and like a kid trying to lose a loose tooth, the plug came flying out with it as with all my bodily control. Like a mad flood, “cum” gushed and poured out of my pussy, followed by my ass and what I couldn’t swallow out of my mouth and over my chin dribbling down my chest.

The look of shock was not only of mine, but my teacher whose face looked at me in shock, the guy who helped her with the door with a grin on his face, other students not knowing what was going on and not wanting to be late flowed in without being stopped all witnessing my predicament on the teacher’s desk at the front of the classroom.

Phones were immediately taken, pictures and video, comments of all nature from concern to insults thrown at me. I didn’t even realize the camera that was there filming it, the marks drawn on my body of cum slut, fuck me, and others in places I couldn’t see.

The dean and principal showed up in to time after the room was cleared, my clothes that were left at the front of the desk were put on without giving me the chance to clean myself. The liquid sticking between my clothes and my body, the taste and smell all over me. It all looked like I wanted this and planned it, pictures and video spread like wild fire. When the video on the camera was watched, it showed a woman in my position, setting it up herself, getting fucked and used by multiple guys but to my luck, the woman in the video had long blonde hair, which was very different to my short brown hair.

That didn’t matter though, the pictures that people took of me were still real, me naked, me exposed, cum like stuff dripping from every hole. Some even said that it was probably just a wig, only hearing the difference in the video but not knowing our bodies and age were obviously different as well. Thankfully as my senior year, I graduated and left my small town, not knowing that pics and videos were all over the internet and everyone secretly knew, the stuff they saw on the internet, making their own stories up about me in their head.

Very different from the original, a little more of things I wanted to see, along with other stories I’ve read like Melissa’s Mistake where she’s exposed to the whole school, blackmailed but looking like it was her choice all along. Hope you enjoyed this one, if you want to read the original science project can be found on bdsmlibrary while it’s still around.

Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 8.4

I was feeling far too sensitive and between another massive orgasm building and having a hard time keeping up with the cum now filling my mouth, I had to switch over to the plug and lifted my head off of the button. The cock in my mouth came to a stop and began to shrink to its normal size, the vibrator kept going though, still relentlessly fucking me, thrashing around and twitching and now the tingling started in my ass. I pressed the button with the back of my head a few more times thinking maybe it was stuck or something, but it kept going and I prayed it wasn’t some glitch and now it wouldn’t turn off at all.

I started screaming into the gag, “it’s not fair! It’s not fair!”, there was no holding back my orgasms anymore, I was far too sensitive while also emotionally and mentally drained.

The anal plug was now strong enough that it was causing me a cramping pain, while at the same time the vibrator was causing me so much pleasure, they just started merging together and I wasn’t sure if it was the vibrator or the plug that was building my orgasm.

At the peak of pain and pleasure I couldn’t tell either apart and as my orgasm hit me, engaged by the vibrator spurting loads of cum inside of me, I had an orgasm that I didn’t know was possible, one so strong I felt as if all I could see was a bright white light. My brain went numb except for the feeling of intense release and the pain was no longer there, just an intense sensation that I couldn’t describe.

I didn’t even realize the vibrator had stopped after it came and without any energy, I couldn’t hold my head up any longer and it pressed the button once again. There was absolutely nothing, the pain stopped, the vibrator didn’t move for a second and except for trying to catch my breath, there was no motion in my mouth. I prayed that it was all over and took a moment that I was able to feel my body again.

My pussy felt full, not only by the inflated vibrator, but by all the cum that felt like it had nowhere to go. My ass felt sore and tight at the same time, clenching around the plug wishing that it could push it out with no success and my jaw was starting to hurt as well from the invasion. I didn’t realize all the muscles I had been using to swallow all that had been entering my mouth.

The moment to catch my breath hit me mentally, as I wasn’t able to think about anything else but the present and all the intense feelings, now I was able to think about my predicament, for as long as it let me. Without being able to see, I had no idea how much time had passed, I couldn’t even see if the sun had come up yet. I pictured all the people I went to school with, comfortably asleep in their beds as I laid on the cold table, bound, exposed and helpless.

The looks on their faces when my teacher and others come in to find me, their thoughts probably thinking that I had done it to myself or had someone else tie me up because I was a sick pervert who wanted it. What else could someone think, no marks, no signs that I struggled, I just stripped and let some guy tie me up and do this to me, maybe they would be right. Maybe I let him and I really wanted this all along.

The vibrator starting to hum in my pussy wasn’t helping my train of thought as I went from being forced to feeling guilty and ashamed that I probably wanted this all along and did nothing to stop it. The vibrator started to pick up speed, the thrusts felt longer and harder than they did before. It was almost hammering in this twisted realization in my head, logically I should have known it wasn’t true, that I was forced to do this, that this wasn’t my choice and that he probably would have killed me if I hadn’t cooperated, but something in me cracked, maybe it was that orgasm, that light I saw, something in my brain just broke.

“I..wanted…this,” the words coming out with each thrust, thrusts that felt like they were hitting the back of my pussy, sending literal waves through my womb and along the walls, the liquid inside of me moving around, I didn’t stifle my moans for a single moment.

The cock in my mouth growing and coming to life as well and instead of fighting it, I eagerly accepted it, like a longtime lover, swirling my tongue around it and sucking at its contents greedily. When both started growing frantic and intense, I lifted my head, my body wanting more of it down my throat, but it wasn’t attached to anything so there was no way it was going deeper. My head off of the button, the electricity started its surge once again my ass and instead of fearing it, I welcomed it.

Electricity came surging, the pain now bringing pleasure to me in strange ways I never felt before. This time though, neither the vibrator in my pussy or cock in my mouth stopped, they both went on without mercy fucking me at both ends while the plug worked on stimulating my now eager ass. All my body wanted was more, more, more, I was on a wild rollercoaster of pleasure praying for no end in sight. My orgasms came in waves, some feeling like they would go on for minutes.

My back arched, my eyes rolled from side to side, clenching my lids, grinding my teeth, body spasming against the restraints that held me firmly into place. I would clench my fists so tightly I could feel my knuckles turn white. I wanted to get off of this ride, but wanted to stay on at the same time.

Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 8.3

I didn’t make a sound, I was too afraid to try to move let alone scream, I was worried he would come back even angrier and crazier and make things worse for me. Like things could possibly get any worse. I waited for what seemed like a lifetime and then I felt something, a low humming coming from between my legs. Tears welded up in my eyes, my brain was screaming that this couldn’t be happening to me, but then things got worse.

What I thought was just a phallic vibrator felt like it was actually moving. It had to have just been my imagination, but it felt like it was actually wiggling inside of me, squirming as if it was alive. As time went, the vibrations got stronger and the wiggling turned into slow thrusting as if it was actually fucking me.

“Mmmph, mmph, mmph!” I couldn’t hold back; I was too exhausted mentally to fight the pleasure my body was feeling.

That’s when the penis shaped gag in my mouth followed suit. It too not only started to come to life, but actually started to grow. The once shriveled, tiny penis was hardening and taking shape, wiggling and growing with each passing second. As it grew longer, I prayed there was some end or worried about choking on it, as it was about to enter my throat, I pushed it to my cheek with my tongue and held it there. Its taste began to change and a salty liquid started to come out of it.

“No way!” I thought to myself, that can’t possibly be, there’s no way he could have.

I worried that it was actual semen coming out, possibly from the guy who tied me up. But that was soon the least of my worries as the vibrator was now getting stronger and to a length that was hitting the back of my pussy. The vibrations became so loud that I could hear them when at first, they were muffled by my body. Finally, the thrusts that started out like a gentle lover were more of an angry, hateful fucking.

I was being raped and my mind didn’t want this, but my body was now on complete instinct. I didn’t want to admit that it was all hitting the right places. I had never been fucked in my life and from the pleasure, I could only guess that this was what good sex would feel like. My eyes were rolling into the back of my head, my tongue lost its grip on the cock which was now slithering down the back of my throat, wiggling and twitching itself as it continued to slowly let loose semen. I wanted to cum so badly but at the same time I didn’t want to give this asshole the satisfaction of getting me off, whether he was there or not and would know.

I heard a beep and a whirring sound and panicked, the cock inside my pussy was like a jack hammer and the cock in my mouth began to spasm sending more fluid into me. With two beeps sounding both cocks started gushing inside of me and I couldn’t control myself anymore.

If it wasn’t for the gag in my mouth, “oh my god!” would have been echoing throughout the hallways, screams of my orgasm down empty corridors that people I knew went to get books from their lockers or gossip would have heard me embarrassingly cumming.

My back arched, but unlike flesh and blood, cumming didn’t stop these cocks, they continued their ruthless onslaught, my pussy was so sensitive, pain and pleasure were mixing together, all the while swallowing every drop to not drown in it. My head thrashed and for a moment, I lifted it off of the button and all the devices stopped and went silent.

That’s when I felt a strangle tingling in my butt, a small tingle at first and didn’t think much of it. Maybe aftershocks from the intense orgasm I had, adrenaline and finally having a moment to breathe or even the vibrator still humming just a little bit. I didn’t know how wrong I was, as the tingle turned into a tickle, and I knew that it was indeed coming from inside my butt, from whatever weird egg he pushed inside of me.

“Sigh,” I relieved if that was all it was going to do and kept my head over the button, between the intense gangbang, versus a little anal tickle session, I’d take the tickle session.

“Owww!” it felt like the thing bit me, or zapped me.

It felt like someone had pinched me inside, it was a weird sensation, like little nips inside my ass and before I knew it, the feeling was starting to grow in intensity and it was getting harder to hold my head above the buttons.

“Stop! No!” from tingling to tickling, pinches to now pin pricks, the pain was getting too much to bare and my head fell back once again touching the button, getting ready for the next intense fucking.

That’s when the pain stopped, I couldn’t believe someone could be so cruel to torture someone like that, he put electrodes in my ass!! Then on cue the cock inside my pussy started vibrating again, I was too shocked to moan and just let it use me and waited for the cock in my mouth to take shape again. However, after a few minutes it didn’t, it just laid there on my tongue, shriveled and dead to the world.

With each passing second though the dildo down under went back up to the relentless pace I feared and with my vagina still sensitive, it wasn’t long before my body reacted and started moaning again. With those moans the oral invader came to life, not as quickly as before but started slowly secreting its salty concoction again. Even with the fog in my mind from the pleasure and pain I was starting to figure out how it all worked. The button turned on the cocks in my mouth and pussy and the one in my mouth needed noise to activate as well. The second I took my head off, the electro anal thing would start firing up to the point that the pain would be too much to bare.

I was in the middle of some twisted, sexual science project.

Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 8.2

I watched as he pulled out a strange looking flexible penis from his bag and immediately started freaking out.

“Please, don’t, I’m a vir,” the gun was waved in front of my face again as if saying, shut the fuck up, I don’t care.

Then he put the barrel towards the entrance of my pussy and slowly pushed the tip inside of me, it was so cold and frightening, I wasn’t sure if my pussy was trying to grip it out of shock or trying to expel it the best that it could. I felt him tease my lips with his fingers as I fought back the urge to moan, I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was possibly pleasuring me. But pleasure quickly turned to pain as he gripped, my poor sensitive clit between his thumb and finger and pinched it.

He pinched and pulled making me nearly screamed from the pain, but before anything could come out, he shoved something into my mouth. It was like a small, soft penis in my mouth and everything in me wanted to spit it out, but the base started to inflate and it was pushed in deeper that the base was being held in by my teeth and whenever I tried to talk, the tip felt close enough to tickle the back of my throat and I worried about throwing up and choking to death.

I took a moment to calm down, my tongue couldn’t help by trace along it, trying to figure out what was in my mouth. Weird how tongues work that way, always going for whatever is in your mouth whether you want it to or not. Anyways, it felt soft, smooth with veins, almost how I would have imagined a real cock feeling in my mouth. That’s when the gun was removed and I waited for the inevitable I could no longer fight. The tip pressed against my virgin hole, I didn’t think in all my life, I would be losing my virginity to a dildo, tied to my teacher’s desk by a complete stranger. I mean who would?

In the tip went, my pussy tightening trying to keep the invader out, but it was really a losing battle. He would start rubbing my clit and all the energy I had seem to vanish and my pussy went from keeping it out to welcoming it in. A tear ran down my face as I felt it break my poor, defenseless hymen and thoughts of losing it in some romantic way were like fleeting dreams in the back of my mind. When the pain finally subsided, I felt completely full, I didn’t know how most women could put such a large thing inside of them and with a few pumps this one started to inflate as well and before too long it was stuck inside of me as well.

I had never had anything inside of me before other than a finger, so I couldn’t imagine what it could have looked like, but I knew how it felt. It was hitting places inside of me I didn’t even knew existed and felt fortunate that it didn’t actually move or do anything. At this point I wasn’t sure what the point of this all was, humiliation? Embarrassment? Did he hope to expose me or make me look like some kind of slut? Oh god, the thought of being found like this almost gave me a panic attack, a bunch of strangers, my teacher or students catching me like this would have been devastating.

That’s when I heard him start rumbling in his bag and I couldn’t imagine what more he could be taking out or doing to me. I got a glimpse of it as he put some lotion looking stuff on it, it was a weird egg-shaped device with a base and it split down the middle. There was no way he was getting that inside of me with the cock he already put up there, but my question was quickly answered when he felt it start to push against my virgin asshole. I thought my hymen being ripped hurt, this was like a constant burning as it was slowly pushed in me, feeling my tiny asshole spread to allow it entrance and once I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, the rest just slipped right in and I felt it open inside of me.

Why was he doing this, I looked up with teared filled eyes but I didn’t feel any mercy from him at all, he knew what he was doing and nothing was going to stop him. He pulled out some tubes and wires which got me even more confused and concerned. Little bits of pressure on the devices in my mouth, pussy and ass, sounds of clicking and connections. When he finally hovered over me to adjust something, I was able to get a look at his face and for the first time our eyes met, and I had no idea who he was.

I looked at him pleadingly, trying to make some kind of noise to just please let me go and that he had the wrong person, but with the gag in my mouth nothing came out and the look from my eyes just made his eyes grow with anger and he pulled out a blindfold and put it over my face so he wouldn’t have to see my eyes again.

My head was lifted and something was placed behind my head and then my head was released hitting a button. I could tell by the way it pressed down when the back of my head put pressure on it and the sound it made when pressed, in my head all I could imagine was a big red button which just left me with more questions.

“Don’t make a fucking sound till I leave,” were the last words I heard before the sound of the door shutting.

Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 8.1

My senior year of high school, and yes when I was 18, I was a teaching assistant for my chemistry teacher. I had the highest grade in the class and was allowed to do this as an elective. It was a pretty each class since all I had to do was grade papers and make sure all of the stations for the class were ready and everything was done to safety standards per the text book. Anyways during that time, I had come across a site about bondage stories and one turned me on a lot. Well, a lot of the stories did, but this one in particular made me fantasize about things when I had to grade the same boring, 10 questions quiz a few dozen times.

I do remember one time I had to bring home some tests to be graded. We were so packed with homework, that either of us hadn’t gotten to the tests and I offered to do that since it would be quicker with the answer sheet than having to read over long answers and figure if they were right or not which the teacher could do faster than me. That’s when I realized I left the answer key at school. I was lucky enough that my teacher trusted me with a set of keys to get me into the classroom and with all the sports stuff and after school things the school was pretty much kept unlocked.

Even doing cross-country for so long, it felt weird coming into the school at night after everyone was gone. I did have many other fantasies of that, but worried about all the cameras around and some security guard finding me, arresting me and everyone at school spreading rumors about me afterwards. Anyways the fantasy goes like this.

I was able to make it into the classroom, it was very nice being that it was still a fairly new school, even had a large lab connected to the back through a door where I would do most of my grading. It felt awfully different at night though, completely silent, every little thing making a sound that was foreign to me made me feel like I was walking into a horror movie.

That’s when I saw in, silver and shiny, the light from the emergency light glimmering off of it, a gun. His hands were shaky, I couldn’t see the rest of him, just the tip of his gun as he stood there and pointed it at me, the shock causing me to freeze.

“You ruined my life and now I’m going to ruin yours.”

“Please, please, I’ll do whatever you want, I’m not who you think I am.”

“Oh, I know exactly who you are and 5 years ago, you cost me everything.”

Five years ago, I thought to myself, I was only in middle school then, I didn’t think there were any boys or anyone in general whose lives I ruined.

He didn’t give me much time to think before I heard the word that brought dread to my stomach, “strip!”

I started with my hoodie, my hands were shaking, still in high school no one had ever seen me naked, except for my doctor and my parents growing up. Now I was going to be exposed to a complete stranger whose face I hadn’t even seen yet.

I dropped it to the ground, slipping my shoes off and socks next trying to prolong the inevitable. My bare feet on the cold, tile floor brought shivers up my spine. My shirt came off next followed by my cargo shorts, I figured dressed like this he would have obviously known I was too young to be whoever he thought I was, but I had a feeling he was either too drunk or high to have known the difference.

“Come on already!”

His scream made me go faster, without even thinking my bra was off and my panties were to the ground. Who knew screaming at a girl was such a panty dropper. He took my clothes and threw them over by the door, shoes as well that made a hard knock when they hit the wall. By his foot he grabbed a large duffle bag and motioned me to follow him.

We went over to the teacher’s desk, “get on it.”

With his hood, it was still hard to make out his face, he was much taller than me, but kind of scrawny to be honest. But he still had the gun and I was at his mercy. So, I got up onto the desk which was cleaned off of the usual papers and books that were on there. The hard surface hurt my knees and it was a little hard for a short girl like me, displaying myself in ways that made me blush.

“On your back!”

I turned over, laying on the desk, I felt like I was about to be examined by a doctor, hands at my sides, too afraid to cover myself, all I could do was wait for whatever was about to come next. He grabbed my left wrist and wrapped a leather cuff around it tightly. He got on his knees and I heard metal scrape against the floor under the desk where he got to the other side bounding my right wrist as well and then pulled something tight so I couldn’t move more than a few inches away from the desk.

He got down to my ankles and did the same to my left, and then back behind the desk, he took my leg into his hand and pulled it up into the air and with a few tugs my leg was stuck there unable to move at all. To my shock and embarrassment, he did the same to my right, I could have struggled, I could have tried to make myself less hospitable, but at this point I just couldn’t fight it through all the shock.

I was stuck, completely exposed, legs up in a way that could only be described as one word, slutty and I did nothing to stop it. He reached into his large bag and I had a feeling he wasn’t done yet.

Next Chapter

I think the next chapter will be based off a story I really like. It was about a teacher who was mistaken by someone else and the ex-student takes revenge on her. He drugs her and while she's unconscious, straps her into a bunch of sex devices that come alive with sound and motion putting her into a terrible predicament bondage that she must survive the night, not even thinking about the exposure to come in the morning when teachers and students arrive. What do you guys think?

Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 7.5

“Now for the next cunt that cums first before the time, it’ll be 5 extra laps for you tomorrow!”

They each stropped stroking, their looks went from fun and playful to serious. I needed one of them to cum though, it was now my sole purpose to get them to shoot their load into my mouth. When the next one stepped up, grabbing the top of my head, he took his time fucking my mouth, but that didn’t stop me from sucking as hard as I could.

“Shit, the girl is like a fucking vacuum now, she must have gotten a taste of that jizz and wants the rest.”

It was embarrassing and I couldn’t say anything to defend myself, I wasn’t doing this because I liked cum. I was doing this because I wanted to cum myself, I had been teased enough and I needed this itch between my legs to go away. I needed the sweet release that was being promised to me and since I couldn’t do it myself, I was going to do anything and everything to get what I wanted.

I was so motivated, that the first two pulled out of my mouth with a loud pop sound which made them all laugh. I was now the dirty cum slut that they all thought I was.

The third entered my mouth, “shit, I can’t hold back much,” I could feel his cock twitching in my mouth, his knees buckling and him trying to hold back for all that he was worth.

I was going to suck the cum straight out of his balls if I had to, but before he could cum, time was called and that’s when he started to erupt, in my mouth and all over my face as he pulled his it from my mouth. It was more cum than I could have ever expected and was really salty as well. I couldn’t tell if it was all because of the cum or the sweat from his body, but it almost made me gag at how salty it was.

There was no time to catch my breath as the next slipped his cock into my mouth, not caring about his teammates cum dripping off of my face or still on my lips. All I could taste was the previous guy’s cum as he continued the group face fucking, hands on both sides of my head, his hips thrusting himself forward and his cock ramming down my throat. It was getting harder to suck, my throat and tongue were starting to hurt and it was getting hard to suck and breath at the same time.

“That’s time,” the guy pulled out, and I tried to catch my breath, even for those few seconds, drool dripping out of my mouth, I was spent.

The next guy stepped up to me, “Maggie, right?” I looked up worried that he knew exactly who I was, the lust in my eyes now filled with fear of being recognized.

“I remember seeing you at track meets since I was a freshman, no one else noticed you, but I thought you were so fucking hot,” he slipped his cock into my mouth, I looked up at his face trying to remember who he was but couldn’t place his name.

“There were so many nights I jacked off wishing I had this chance,” he bit his lip, the look of lust in his eyes was intense.

There wasn’t even a twitch in his cock, a studder in his talk, he began to fill my mouth with a load that felt never ending. My mouth was so full that my cheeks puffed as he filled my mouth with cum even as I tried swallowing it all. When he finally stopped, his kept his cock in my mouth like a plug and waited for me to drink it all down, even after he softened.

“I guess that’s 5 laps for you Andrew, I hope it was worth it.”

He didn’t say a thing, just smirked down at me and walked away, pulling his shorts back up. I was getting ready for the next cock, but instead, they just circled around me, the rest of the team that hadn’t cum yet, cock in hands, stroking them leaving me confused and concerned for what was going to happen next.

“Ok princess, time for that reward now,” their leader smiled coming to the front of the pack.

They all stroked furiously and I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, was I a willing slut and going to open my mouth invitingly or an innocent girl in a bad situation and pray none of it ended up in my mouth? It was too late for me to answer that as the first spray hit my chin and as they circled me, I was hit at all sides like a prisoner in front of a firing squad. Hair, face, neck, chest and even on my thighs and stomach, there was no place they left untouched with their warm, salty globs of cum, slimming me all over.

“Ok guys, enough break time, back to work!”

“But, but what about my reward,” I looked up through the layers of cum on my face, dripping over my eyes, spilling into my mouth as I talked.

“That was your reward princess, what did you think I was going to do, let you cum?”

“Yes, please, please can I cum?”

“Nah, you didn’t earn it,” the boys left as they started to run off, “you didn’t even use your hands.”

He grabbed the back of my chair and spun me around so I was facing main street and oddly draped my coat over me covering my nudity, which gave me an odd sense of relief. All I had to do now, was just wait for the cuffs to release, slip on the coat without anyone noticing and I was home free, covered in cum and disgustingly uncomfortable and horny as I was. In the nick of time too as I saw people start walking down the street to their stores, preparing to open up, some even looking over at me, thankfully far enough away to not see my hair and face still exposed and covered in jizz.

I could hear heavy footsteps coming close to me and worried that they were back for me, but another sigh of relief as an older woman jogged passed with her dog, not even looking in my direction as she went on by.

With a start his voice was behind me, “sorry, forgot something,” a hand grabbed at my coat, ripping it from my body, exposing me once again.

I looked up to see a man standing in front of me, coffee in hand like a deer in the headlights. I was just as shocked, no way to cover myself, all the evidence smeared all over my body, something broke inside of me at that moment.

“Please…”

“Please, you need help? You want me to get someone, what’s wrong?”

“Please fuck me…”

I know, not a dream I’ve had, I guess dream adjacent as that’s a fantasy I’ve had for a long time. I’ve already thought of men using me, catching me in task likes that as humiliatingly exposing me and possibly put in a position to be used more. Maybe that’ll be a future series I do, Maggie’s Sexual Fantasies and Fetishes…working title. But who knows…