Maggie Hill

Maggie's Wet Dreams Ch. 7.4

He got onto his knees, kneeling in front of me, his breathe may as well have been flames with how hot it felt against my cold skin, “I like to tease them and make them squirm until they beg me for sweet release.”

His face inched forward between my legs, for a second, I tried to hold him back with my hands, but he was much too strong as he shoved his way past my defenses and the moment his mouth met my lips, all of my strength was gone. My hands clenched from the sheer pleasure that I wasn’t expecting. His tongue circled my clit, his soft lips gently teased my skin, and his teeth nibbled and played with my glistening, wet lips. My back arched, my head threw itself around in pleasure and at times I thought my eyes would roll back into my head. I didn’t know if I was being pleasured or electrocuted that it felt so intense.

Which with every move and turn, I got glimpses of the rest of the guys watching intently at both what he was doing and my reaction. Some cheered him on, others were curious and silent while the straggler seemed more embarrassed and nervous than I was.

“Oh god!” his tongue delved inside of me and I thought I was about to cum when he pulled back and stood up again, leaving me and unsatisfied mess.

It was like his mouth set my body on fire and then I was plunged into a cold ice bath once again, it was nothing but pure torture.

“Oh no little girl, you have to earn that,” he stood looming over me, even if I was standing instead of awkwardly slouching in the rocking chair, we still would have towered over me.

“What… do… you… mean? What do you… want?” I said still catching my breath.

You’d think being a typical jock, I would have known exactly what he meant and looking down could already see the impressive and somewhat scary bulge forming in his shorts. You’d think he’d be bashful dropping his shorts and pulling out his cock in front of his teammates, but I guess guys showering with one another for so long, being naked in front of one another didn’t bother them. The image actually made me shiver of the thought of all of them naked in the shower together and me being able to watch.

Something smooth and warm pressed up against my lips and startled me since I was obviously was no longer paying attention. There wasn’t a single word said, no comment to open my mouth, just fingers suddenly tweaking my right nipples causing me to gasp and making my mouth open just wide enough for him to invade my mouth.

It was salty from his sweat; the taste almost made me cringe and yet the humiliation of it aroused me at the same time. It pushed slowly, his hand grasping the back of my head to hold me into place, not like I could go anywhere anyways. It wasn’t until the tip hit the back of my throat that I really wish I could have moved back, but the wood back of the chair added as a further restraint.

“Take it all, little slut,” one of the other guys in the background talked.

“Just relax, it’s not like you haven’t done this before,” the guy said as he penetrated my throat and kept going, like a spike piercing my body slowly he continued.

It was painful at first, my throat was a little dry from fear, his cock was not only long but girthy as well, it burned but I felt like I was getting used to it as I started to breathe out of my noise and the panic subsided. Once I felt his pubic hair tickle my noise he withdrew just as slowly, and once just the tip remained, he once again pierced my throat with a frustratingly slow speed. He sawed back and forth into me until he felt I was accustomed to it and then started to pick up the pace.

In and out he went, and the only thing I could do was focus on taking my next breath. It wasn’t physically fun or pleasurable for me, I was just an object he was using to get off, mentally and emotionally though I liked the thought.

“How about we play a little game now,” I looked up at him, my head bouncing back and forth as he was fucking my face.

“We’re going to set a timer, if you can make one of us cum before it goes off, we’ll give you a reward, maybe even set you free,” there was an evil grin on his face, “but if you can’t the next guy will take his place and the timer will start all over again, until you can do it.”

With those words, he pulled out of my mouth with a pop and the next guy came in, grabbing the sides of my head and shoving his cock deep into my mouth and down my throat with no merci. He wasn’t as big as their “captain” but he definitely put up a challenge. With two large hands gripping my head he fucked my mouth without abandon. But as soon as he started, the timer chimed and he pulled out and another took his place.

“The fuck man, that was no time at all!”

“It was 2 minutes, some of your girls say you only last 2, so figured it was enough.”

That’s how it went, one replaced by the next, I lost track of who was in my mouth, just a bunch of cocks in my face, shirts of all colors being thrust towards me. The one saving grace, was that they all eventually tasted like just my saliva. The time between each was getting shorter and short, each wanting to cum just as much as me.

“That’s enough! Next!” one guy didn’t want to leave when his time was up and had to be pulled off of me, the moment his cock left my mouth he sprayed all over my chest.

“Doesn’t count, and you’ll have to run extra laps for that one,” he slumped back, I doubt he really cared at that point.

My throat was getting raw from all the fucking, and yet I was more turned on than I had ever been. I sucked hard as they fucked me, twirled my tongue around their cocks, now I was a willing participant and I wanted my reward.

One of the guys tripped, nearly falling into me and I got a moment to realize my surroundings, all the guys except one had their shorts down, stroking their cocks and waiting for their turn except the straggler who noticed me from the start. Like the outcast, he just stood back and watched.

Maggie's Wet Dreams Ch 7.3

[Feels good to write again, although with the roommates I have, it's not as satisfying, since I can't be as loud to tease and touch myself as I usually did while writing...it's fucking torture.]

Thankfully some time had already passed, it had to have been at least 30 minutes and the cuffs would be released soon. That didn’t stop me from trying to struggle though, and with each movement I thought I brought myself closer to getting free, but instead I just managed to kick off one of my sandals onto the concrete floor below. If things weren’t bad enough, now I only had one sandal on.

I couldn’t even play with myself; the straps were on too tight to shift and I could barely touch myself like this. I was my own worse tease, the more I wanted to touch myself and try, the less satisfying it became. The moment I was free, I knew the first thing I wanted more than anything was the orgasm I deserved and the warm coat after all of this cold night’s air. I was openly vulnerable to not only the eyes of strangers, but to the elements that further teased my body.

The wind twirled and tantalized my sensitive nipples, that were already painfully hard while grazing my bare skin and nibbling at my pussy. I felt so hot, I wondered if steam was coming off of my lap which almost made me giggle at my predicament. At least I knew it was going to be over real soon. It’s strange that even though I was bound and immobile, knowing I would be free made me feel rather calm. I stared out into the lake for a little bit, more relaxed than I had felt in some time and before I knew it, the sun began to rise in the distance.

Wait, the sun was rising in the distance, I began to panic, wondering how long it had been since I was stuck, the lock had to have been unlocked by now. I wiggled around to get a look at one of the locks and managed to see the number on the right lock, it was still set to an hour. I never started the timer on the lock to free myself, I still had an entire hour to go and for all I know, I had been out here for hours without even realizing it. I couldn’t tell what was worse, the fact it was getting light out, or that I was coming to a time that people were going to start waking up and possibly discovering me.

“Hey guys! Pick up the pace, this is your last year on the basketball team, so you better make it count!”

A voice screamed in the distance and I prayed that it wasn’t anywhere near me or that they wouldn’t notice me if they did.

“Come on you pussies or I’ll knock you back down to Jr Varsity!”

In the distance I could barely make them out, with my eyes blurred from the morning moisture, but as my vision began to clear, I could see a bunch of guys jogging on the other side of the lake. My once relaxed world took a complete turn for the worse. If I could see them, they could definitely see me and I didn’t even want to think what they would do if they did. When they started to turn the corner, I was relieved that they were more focused on their run than the surroundings, but that’s when I saw a straggler in the back.

He looked out of breath, having a hard time keeping up with the pace and then he stopped, hunched over, breathing heavily. He straightened himself again and looked like he was about to start running, when his gaze looked in my direction. I could only close my eyes and sit perfectly still, hoping that he couldn’t actually see me and I was blending into the wood rocking chair somehow. When I finally got the courage to open my eyes, not only was he looking and pointing at me, his teammates came back to see where he was and now what he was gawking at.

I looked down at the timer and there was still 50 minutes left, there was no way I was getting out of this. With feeling returning back to my legs, they were still a little numb from the cold and with each struggle, I was just wearing myself out and losing the other sandal just left me barefoot and completely naked except for the thigh restraints. All I could do now, was look down in defeat and wait for what was coming my way.

In no time they were there, 9 guys staring at my naked, exposed and vulnerable body. I didn’t even have a mask to hide my identity and although I didn’t know them, it seemed a few of them recognized me from high school. They were probably freshman when I was a senior, which to my shock, I didn’t think anyone even knew I existed, let alone remembered being in the same area as me.

“Hey guys, um, maybe you can just help me out and we can forget this ever happened?” I hoped to find some mercy in them.

Not a single word, just snickers and giggles erupted, I was trapped prey and they were wolves ready to feast. The first came out rather confidently, eyes every inch of me and exploring my restraints.

“Hmmm, kind of fancy, a helpless little slut hoping to be used,” he plucked at one of the leather bands connected between my thigh and my wrist.

“No, um, it was just a stupid dare, I just accidentally got stuck this way, I didn’t want this at all.”

His finger turned over my hand, dried white flakes from my pussy over my finger tips and I blushed at the evidence. His finger moved down to the restraint on my thigh and traced hire to find wetness between the leather and my pussy and he followed it right to the source.

“Mmmmm, no, it’s not like that, mmmm,” I couldn’t help but moan, there was no keeping a straight face with how sensitive I was as he traced from the bottom of my pussy and slowly up to my clit, scoping and good portion of my arousal up with the tip of his finger.

He brought it up to my face and I could smell my arousal and although humiliating, my mouth gaped open, almost in response that he would make me taste myself next. Instead, he brought it to his mouth and sucked it clean, to everyone’s shock.

“Mmmm, I love a sweet little pussy.”

Maggie's Wet Dreams Ch 7.2

I ran across the street to the stores on the other side and into another alley. I couldn’t go far though because on the other side was a parking lot, surrounded by apartments with balconies who would easily be able to spot me if anyone was still awake. My heart was beating so hard, it felt like a drum was beating in my ears. I waited for the police lights to vanish, but still worried about if and when they were going to show up again, it almost felt like I was being hunted.

But I had bigger things to worry about as a cold wind swept over my body and I looked down to realize my one source of cover was now gone. I was now completely naked, exposed to the world. The pops on my chest, the hold on my coat, I couldn’t imagine if someone had actually grabbed me or not, but my coat was gone and with my hands bound, there was no chance at covering myself either.

I waited a few minutes after the lights seem to vanish and made my way back to where I thought I had left my coat. I was worried that someone, not something had actually grabbed in and I was walking back to face exposure and humiliation and in the darkness of the alley all I saw was a bit of my coat just hanging in the distance. I held my breath, prayed that whomever it was would be merciful and when I got up to it, all I saw was my coat hanging off of a magazine dispenser.

You wouldn’t have believed my relief until I went to grab it. With my hands bound so low on my body, I could grab the coat, but there was really no way to get it around me to cover me once again. All I could really do was grab it and carry it along with me and at this point, I really wanted to end this perverted little game since it was getting out of hand. That’s when the lights returned again, cruising down main street, I had no way to go but towards the parking lot on this side.

At least on this side there weren’t any apartments overheard, just businesses and the once local movie theater. With the patrol so close, I couldn’t risk walking home just yet, still bound and naked with no place to hide. I couldn’t sit around either, staying in place for too long increased the risk of me getting caught, either by someone who lived around here or the police and I wasn’t sure which was worse. Either way, the rest of the town would find out what happened.

Bark! Bark! Bark!

I didn’t even try to figure out where the barking was coming and instead making a run down the main street and down to the lake in the opposite direction of the patrol car. I jumped into one of the rocking chairs by the lake, my knees on the hard wood of the seat, grasping the chair arm for balance, looking behind to see if anyone or anything was down the street. Thankfully, the only thing behind me was a lot of lake and woods or else they would have seen me bent over a chair, lewdly exposing my ass and pussy to the world.

The image was sending my horniness into overdrive and I instinctively reached down to touch myself. With the length of the straps, I was just barely able to touch my clit. Even the littlest and lightest of touch felt amazing though and sent shivers of pleasure through my body. The idea of doing this in such a place where I had sat and ate pizza with my friends so many times just made it seem that much more shameful and that much more arousing at the same time. I could only imagine if they had found me here, being just naked would have blown their minds, let alone bound and touching myself.

“Mmmmph,” the motions of my arm rubbing my clit made the chair rock back and forth, the sound of creaking wood filling the dead silence in the area.

It just wasn’t enough though, I couldn’t get enough pressure to get off and I really needed some penetration, just the rubbing wasn’t enough either.

“Mmm, fuck,” this was becoming less a fun erotic task, to a frustratingly annoying one.

That’s when the lights returned again, this time down the road by the lake and there was nowhere to hide. The only thing I could do was sit and curl my legs up onto the chair and pray they drove by without noticing me. Now I was really in trouble if anyone came to the other side, my legs up and slightly spread, it looked like I was a slut offering myself to anyone who passed by. I didn’t realize in this position I had better access to my pussy. I worried that any motion or noise though would draw attention to myself and willed myself to not tough myself, even though everything in my body was begging me to do just that.

It felt like ages before the lights vanished again and when it made the turn towards the movie theater, I could see the car and prayed they didn’t look back to see me. As they turned the corner and out of sight, I felt like I was finally in the clear and relaxed.

“Oh shit,” my legs fell asleep curled up for so long and getting them to obey wasn’t happening and the pins and needles weren’t helping either.

I tried to pull myself up to at least get on my feet again, but the moisture on the wood, my tiny body and position caused my legs to slip under the arm rests of the rocking chair. I was trapped, there was no way to get out of the chair with my arms attached to my thighs, all I could do now was wait for the timed locks to release me as I sat there, legs spread, exposed and unable to cover myself or move.

Maggie's Wet Dreams Ch 7.1

[Hey guys, I decided to go back to typing at least a thousand words a day, I'm going to try my best but at least I won't be overwhelmed with writing. Tell me what you guys think so far, this story is actually turning me on, just thinking about it. If I find the stuff, I may try this in real life.]

Maggie’s Wet Dreams

Chapter 7 – Just A Stroll

There are many stories that I’ve loved to read in the past, stories that they call ENF or embarrassed nude female, predicament bondage where one is left with an option of choosing between two options and not knowing which could be worse than the other. Like Having your bathing suit top locked to a fence and having to remove it to get the key, realizing that the key not only did nothing but now your hand is trapped in a box and now you’re topless as well.

I once had a fantasy where I would test my inner bondage exhibitionist and watch it go awfully wrong, and the more it did, the more it turned me on. It starts with what I chose to wear, well, I was hoping to do something like this in the colder months where a coat wouldn’t seem that inappropriate, while this does take place at night and in public, I didn’t want to make things too obvious. Now underneath came the devious part, that the coat was all I intended to wear.

Naked except for a pair of sandals, the restraints would be under the coat were something a fan suggested. Leather bands that would lock around my thighs with wrist restraints attached to them, there were a few chains for decorations, but nothing that really added to the function. I didn’t really think much of it because no one would be seeing under the coat anyways. Even so I did make sure to shave, my legs, pubic hair and all the other unsightly spots before heading out. Like I said, no one else would see, but I did want to feel sexy, and the smooth hairlessness just made the feeling of the cold night air more intense on my skin.

I wasn’t going to put on the restraints till after I left the house and I managed to find digital locks that would only release after a certain amount of time passed. They took some time to ship and I hate to admit that I was a little too excited to read the instructions before putting them on. I decided on 2am, since people rarely walked around my town that late at night…or early in the morning. I didn’t know if I was nervous or excited, or both but I snuck out through my bedroom window, the draft going up the coat and through the front since it was buttoned rather than the zippered.

I decided to wait to get downtown before locking my hands behind my back, I had to put my arms inside my coat because there was no way I would have been able to do it with my arms through the sleeves. With a little fumbling, my hands were now connected by a short, strong leather strap to each thigh which were bound tightly to my legs. The locks were set to an hour, long enough to get me excited, but I felt short enough that I wouldn’t get into too much trouble.

That’s when I realized, I didn’t know what I wanted to do, I mean I was out in public, bound, naked except for a coat covering my body. What did people like me do in situations like this? Walked around downtown seemed like a good first idea. It felt rather weird and I didn’t realize that I was going to be a little bit more than chilly dressed like that, the wind kind of felt like it was cutting through the coat and my nipples were diamonds although sensitive at the same time brushing against the material inside, being bare and unprotected.

Walking around the lake, I could only imagine what it would have been like doing this during the day. People all around, probably not thinking any less or at all, except the view of my bare legs while also wearing a coat like this would have been a bit odd. But the thoughts of all the people around me, with just a single layer between their gaze and my nudity was a bit arousing. I decided to go back into town, since this arousing adventure was turning into more of a boring task.

Standing in the middle of main street, I reached through one of the holes between the buttons and pulled to undo them, it took a little crouching and posing, but I managed to undo the 4 bottom buttons, only leaving the top two together. With a gentle blow of the wind, the coat split slightly and I could only imagine even with the small gust, how exposed I had become. At the very least, everything from my stomach down had to have been uncovered. The thought alone, with or without an audience made me wet at the thought of how much more risk I had added.

I looked up, forgetting about the second-floor apartments to most of the buildings and freaked out for a moment thinking that someone had been possibly watching without me even knowing. There were no lights on but, someone could have been spying on me and I wouldn’t have had a clue. I wondered if, by some chance, someone had noticed and that person was watching, could they even tell my current state of undress. Would they call the cops on the pervert walking around the quaint downtown family friendly area like I was? Or would they blackmail me and just come have their way with me like some dark, dirty hentai?

Red and blue lights glowed the walls of the buildings down the road. I knew police surveilled the local area to keep its safe record, but I didn’t think they did it so late and bolted to an alley between the two shops on main street and hit the best I could behind one of the magazine boxes. The lights vanished and I breathed a sigh of relief thinking I was in the clear, but then I saw them again out of the corner of my eye, reflecting on the cars in the parking lot behind me.

Instinct took over as jumped to my feet and bolted to get out of the alley. I felt something grab hold of my coat and my imagination went wild, thinking someone had grabbed me and trying to pull myself free, felt two pops on my, but they didn’t register in my head, all that mattered was getting away and out of sight before I was caught.

Wet Dreams Ideas

Hey guys,

So for the last chapters of the first wet dreams book, I made a list of ideas for the next chapters but am open to ideas. I like exhibitionism, humiliation and basically ENF stories. Any ideas?

Here are the ones I came up with:

- Science Experiment – Caught at school

- Self Public Bondage

- Blackmailed and Exposed

- Strip Game

- Accidental Webcam

- Clothes Lost

- Drunken night with friends

- Taken at work

- ENF Stories

Wow

Yeah my patreon is at an all time low. I was really hoping I could keep this about writing and not be a porn star or have to show more nudes. What do you think I should do guys? I can't really do anything sexual because patreon has banned that, not sure what the solution is...

Maggie's Wet Dreams Ch. 6

Maggie’s Wet Dreams

Chapter 6 – Concert Chaos

Now, growing up I’ve always been a bit of an introvert, tomboy with oversized hoodies, baggie cargo shorts and hats to hide my body, never really going out except over to my friends’ houses to game and sit around. My family raised me to be a good little Christian girl that was pure and innocent and to never think about sex. My life was basically school, friends and church, except for one little thing you wouldn’t have ever expected.

I loved going to concerts, it started out with innocent pop bands that my sister would take me to at outdoor concerts. Some no names that sounded good, but just got me nervous and excited being around so many people. Eventually with my guy friends, I started getting into alternative and heavier stuff that my parents didn’t really know about, but they were always around to look after me and protect me like big brothers, so my parents didn’t care as long as they knew they were close by.

It wasn’t until one Warped Tour that I really started learning about mosh pits and crowd surfing. I would see my friends laugh at girls going up on the crowds in short shorts, loose tops and skirts, wondering what they were expecting wearing such little clothes and being carried by the hands of tons of random strangers. I didn’t know if they thought the girls were pathetic or the idea turned them on, but I knew when I first saw it, I didn’t know how I felt about it at first.

The first time I was turned on, I saw a girl raised up by a bunch of big, burly guys, she was only wearing a tank top and a skirt. Her flip flops were gone in no time, kicked off and she was bare feet and I almost felt bad for her, her skirt flipping every which way revealing a thong underneath and her top getting pulled back and forth showing this flimsy neon bra. I couldn’t imagine having hands all over me, being exposed like she was with no control at all in which direction or how she was being touched.

That day I excused myself to the bathroom feeling a bit overwhelmed. Just turned 18, my friends took me out to the concert as a way to celebrate, still not really witnessing anything sexual in person till that very moment and when I walked in to the bathroom, that changed very quickly.

I walked in to see two girls going at it, hands on bare breasts, and down shorts, there was a line and people were walking past like it wasn’t a big deal. I was the only one who stopped and watched and when I made eye contact with one of the girls. All I could do was just blush, turn around and walk out. If the girl crowd surfing didn’t change me enough, the scene there was pretty intense as well, and something I would never forget to this day, and something I never told anyone about either, not even my friends when I came back to find them.

But, all of that is real and my dream, well, that’s what I really want to talk about.

I had this dream a few days before the concert at school, at the university I went to, they had spirit week and one of the days was a free concert you could go to. They usually held it inside, but this year they decided to hold it on one of the lawns between the classroom buildings because of some event happening in the arena. This time around though, my friends couldn’t come because they didn’t go to the same school as me, actually since I started going to college and 2 of them left and only the other two stuck around too busy between school and their new girlfriends, I became kind of a loner.

That didn’t really stop me though, it was something about concerts and being around so many people that was urging me to go. I showed up in my usual armor, my black hoodie, green cargo shorts, chucks and hat, although since I started writing and thinking such dirty thoughts, I rarely wore panties and a bra. Only being a B-cup and my breasts still being young and firm, I kind of like the freedom to go unrestrained. It wasn’t like anyone was going to see anything under so many of the comfy, warm layers I wore over my bare body.

When I got to the concert, it seemed I had arrived late, the party was in full swing, packed with people, fencing surrounding the grass area to allow people to still walk on the sidewalks to class close by. I walked to the back, not too far away but feeling like some distance, being as short as I am though, it was a little hard to see and I usually feel intimidated by anyone who is taller than me, which is usually everyone when you are only 5’3”.

Usually in crowds, I would have just stayed back, been a wallflower, enjoyed the fresh air, the sound of the band not even coming close to all of the people, but this time, something drew me in. I walked in, squeezing between hot, sweaty bodies. Hands, arms, chests and butts, of both genders brushing against me and vice versa, for a second thinking that one or two was on purpose but couldn’t tell the accidental from the random grope. I didn’t make it barely half way in before giving up and feeling like I was surrounded by a wall of people, not being able to see much of the stage or band at this point.

“Hey do you want up?”

I had no idea what he said, “um what?”

Everyone was so loud and the music was blaring, I doubt he heard what I said and the next thing I knew I was being lifted off of the ground and into the air, my hat falling off of my head.

All I could think was, “oh my god, I’m crowd surfing! Oh my god! Oh my god! I’m crowd surfing!” or was I yelling that…

Hands were on my legs and back and it wasn’t that bad, but as I was moved across the crowd and literally flung to another group who caught me, hands were all over the front of my body as I flipped over. Hands landed on my breasts, stomach and thighs, places no one else had really touched before and now random strangers were touching me all over. I was tossed again, thankful for my thick, protective layers of clothes, but they soon felt less protective as I felt a hand accidentally slip under and touch my bare back.

Somehow at one point, there was a huge gap between groups, not like a crater, but a few feet and I was thrown from one side to the other, the group of guys cheering for the catch, but nearly dropped me to the ground. I was grabbed by my hoodie which went up and over my head, blocking my view and making me feel suffocated. Out of instinct I pushed it up off of my head and off of my body, my favorite hoodie vanishing into the crowd.

A drop of water splashed onto my face and I thought it was sweat, but out of nowhere I looked up to see dark clouds had formed over the concert. Water coming down, a storm that suddenly started from nothing, typical for Florida. The crowd was getting drenched, but as locals were, no one batted an eye and just continued to enjoy the festivities more than ever now that the heat was no longer an issue.

I found myself in a different dilemma though, as my shirt began to get wet and started to stick to my body, my true shape started to show through my baggy shirt and the fact that I was indeed braless. As the wet material clung to my body, I felt more sensitive as if I was topless, the wetness and the heat off of the hands on my chest, felt like they were touching my bare skin.

My skin became slick, hard to hold onto from the rain, hands travelled up my hairless thighs and into the leg holes of my shorts coming very close to more intimate places, a few made their way up to my bare ass and I wondered if everyone knew that I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

I would reach down occasionally to pull my shirt back down over my stomach as the material became heavy from being so wet, I worried that like my hoodie, it would be pulled off and I would be exposed, but it wasn’t my shirt it seemed I needed to worry about, but my shorts. What happened next felt like no accident or misunderstanding as I felt the button of my shorts being fumbled with and undone, the feeling of release around my waist scared me that my hips were no longer holding my shorts up and a thick zipper the only thing keeping them from being pulled down.

With a quick pull, the little traitor had no loyalty to keep its owner covered and now nothing was keeping my poor cargo shorts in place. There was no way to grab for them either, every time I reached down, I was moved around again, my back arched, my orientation suddenly spun around. When they finally were taken, it wasn’t gently, they were ripped from me, taking my left shoe along with it, and like my hoodie before that, both vanished into the crowd and I continued now half naked.

At this point I wasn’t sure how long I had been crowd surfing, seconds felt like minutes and minutes, well not hours but long enough that I wondered how much of the concert had passed or if this was barely a song or two.

I tried to reach down to protect my private parts both from view and touch, but there was no helping it, all pleas fell on deaf ears as the cheers and music were too loud. I was too close to the center for anyone else to really see what was going on and a few people had come in bikinis, so for all people knew, I was in a thin bikini that they just couldn’t make out.

The rain came harder, the band played louder and I couldn’t see anything being drenched in the rain. Hands now groping my bare ass as I passed over people, fingers trying to find their way inside of me, skimming my bare lips, roughly pushing pass my clit. Sometimes I would feel my legs go wide and felt so embarrassed as my lips parted completely exposing me in ways, I couldn’t even imagine to people under me.

The worst part was, I could feel myself starting to get aroused by the whole thing, it was the only way my brain could perceive any of it, being so humiliated, teased and touched, I began to get lost into the feelings and thoughts of lust all around me. I didn’t even realize that my shirt had gotten taken till I felt the rain on my bare breasts, beating down on my never been seen or touched breasts. Except for one black, low top chuck on my left foot, I was completely naked.

With all my clothes gone, the crowd now saw this as permission to do whatever they wanted to me. Hands groped at every inch of my body, at a few points I felt myself held by my wrists and ankles, spread eagle for all to have their way with me, fingers probed both my pussy and ass, my nipples were pulled and twisted as roughly as my short hair was.

“Oh shit!” at one point I felt a mouth go full on start eating me out with cheers going on all around, all I could see were murky figures as I was drenched by the rain with no way to wipe away the water from my face.

At some point I was lowered to the ground, my legs a shaky mess couldn’t keep me standing and I feel onto my hands and knees. I looked up and around, my vision still murky to see if I could find any of my clothes to cover me and as I wiped away the water from my eyes, I was met with the sight of a cock just dangling right in front of my face.

A hand gripped the back of my head, wrapping its fingers through my hair and pulling me forward, I tried to close my mouth but the tip made it pass before I could, “suck it slut,” was what I thought I heard him say.

Hands gripped my hips before the cock in my mouth had even slipped all the way in, another plunged deep inside of my pussy with no restraint. The action shoved me forward and I felt my face pressed against the guy’s stomach in front of me, his cock just barely pushing into my throat. I wasn’t sure if I was more humiliated, disgusted or turned on at that moment.

Here I was, a shy little tomboy, naked, surrounded by a group of college strangers, on her hands and knees in the wet grass and mud being fucked by two guys whose faces I had yet to see. Every time I tried to look up either the rain would get in my eyes or the grip of the guy fucking my mouth would tighten around my hair stopping me from looking. With a few thrusts from behind I felt the guy tighten his grip on my hips, painfully so and start shooting his load inside of me. It felt warm in comparison to the cold rain, spreading through my pussy and into my stomach.

When I felt the cock in my mouth start to twitch the same, I dreaded having to taste the cum. I heard girls talk about how college guy’s cum tasted so bitter and bad. I braced myself for the taste but just as I got just a bit of saltiness he pulled out and started blasting it all over my face. Between the rain and the sudden shot in my face I gasped for air but one cock was quickly replaced by another both in front of me and behind without giving me a moment to catch my breath.

“Oh fuck,” one said, a sound of high fives in the air and childish grunting as they both fucked me, cheers eruption, but just as fast as they started, they quickly deposited their load and pulled out not building my own pleasure one bit.

A smaller hand grabbed me by my hair, some of the cum from the first guy had slightly washed off from the rain, but there was still some blocking my view over my left eye. I was pulled forwarded and reluctantly opened my mouth for the next cock to use me, but found nothing. I nearly fell over forwards as I was pulled more to find a patch of hair in my face but no dick still. Hands gripped at both sides of my head and pulled me in deeper, a pussy began rubbing all over my mouth.

“Yeah!” I couldn’t tell if these were cheers for what this random girl was doing to me or for the concert going on.

I tried to lick, thinking that as soon as she would cum, she would stop, not even thinking about what was going to come next afterwards. The strange part was, it didn’t even seem like she was trying to get off, she was just rubbing her pussy all over my face and nothing more.

When she let go, I felt her hands on my cheeks, a deep kiss of the lips and disgusting lick of my face, “mmmmm, delicious little slut,” and she was gone.

For a moment there was nothing, I tried to crawl away with what little strength I had, my knees digging into the grass, fingers into the mud, then I felt hands back on my hips and knew I was about to get fucked again.

“Oh god!” I was lifted by my hips like a little girl, which I was, but this made me feel like I was nothing more than a child being lifted by a parent.

I was on display for all, I looked up to see a group circling watching me, while the rest were still watching the concert, I couldn’t see behind me but could look down and see just massive hands on my hips holding me up into the air. That’s until I could feel the tip rub up against my pussy and I couldn’t imagine how big it could have possibly been or how it was going to fit inside of me. That’s when I felt it move and slip between my ass cheeks.

“Oh god no, you’re going to break me in two, there is no way that’s going in there,” my words probably fell on deaf ears.

I grit my teeth and shut my eyes tight, the feeling of the tip piercing my ass felt like my hole was on fire, like I was going to break apart, I couldn’t even tell when the tip had gone in. That’s when I felt hands grab my ankles and lift them up in the air, another cock joined in feeling just as big and started penetrating my pussy. I was sandwiched between two large guys, their cocks filling my holes completely.

In and out they went, sometimes at the same time, sometimes one would go in and the other out, it was the most intense when they came in together. I could almost feel them rubbing together inside of me when they did that and made me feel the fullest. When they came in one at a time, I felt like my insides were being tossed back and forth. But for the first time since this all started, I started to feel my orgasm build.

It was all I could think of with my eyes closed, I was too scared to open them, too afraid to look around and see everyone watching me being used like some willing slut between too giant guys fucking me for all they were worth. At least if people knew this wasn’t my choice from the start, that I had been stripped and put in this position it would have been something different, but it looked like I asked for this. I was just some naked freshman being fucked by guy after guy without fighting back or saying a word.

A hand let go of my left ankle and made its way around my throat, squeezing it just slightly, I opened my eyes in shock to see a guy that looked kind of familiar. Erick? Erin? I couldn’t remember, he looked familiar but I could picture where from…maybe from my math class? Maybe he was the guy that sat in the back of my lit class and slept through it, I couldn’t remember and it was hard to think now that he was fucking me harder and faster than before.

“Jesus Christ,” it felt like was being fucked by a jack hammer and possibly just as thick.

His gripped tightened and I could only assume he was getting closer to cumming as well. I had never been one to try choking, but something in me was adding pleasure to his fucking with his hand around my neck. I had almost forgotten the guy behind me if it wasn’t for his hands suddenly reaching around and roughly groping my breasts, but that was nothing compared to the hand around my throat.

A loud grunt came out his mouth, his pace never slowing, even when he started to cum, it was like he was trying to pump all the cock from his balls into me and push it all into my womb and leave nothing out. The guy behind who started this whole display was just as close although he shoved his cock in as far as it would go and released everything, he had filled my bowels completely. I was on the verge, just needing the littlest of push to orgasm myself, but it just wasn’t there.

Both cocks pulled out, I moaned in disappointment feeling empty, and was laid onto the ground, I thought I would feel all of their hot cum start leaking out of me but only a little stream started to come out. I thought that was it, that at the very least the show was over and they were going to leave me alone, but hands found their way to my body and I was once again lifted over the crowd.

I was once again tossed around the top of the crowd, only wearing a shoe, hands teasing and torturing me once again. Groping my bare skin, my nipples more sensitive than ever, my pussy as well. I was tossed, passed along, sometimes stopped to be teased and fingered, but still nowhere close to finding relief. Every time I would get close, from a random fingering me viciously or tenderly rubbing my clit, ramming fingers into my ass at the same time or massaging my nipples, I’d get pushed along the way and away from the pleasure.

At some point, I couldn’t take it anymore and my hands found my own breasts, I didn’t care which way I got tossed or who was touching me or watching me, how exposed I was, I just started playing with myself, blocking out the rest of the world. I shut my eyes and the music got louder as I began to finger my own pussy for all that I was worth, it wasn’t fair, everyone else got pleasure and got to cum, why couldn’t I?!?!

I could no longer feel the hands, it just felt like I was floating in the air, nothing mattered more to me now than finally being able to cum. Louder the music got, closer my orgasm was and like I was lifted onto my feet, my orgasm about to ebb, I felt myself standing.

Legs spread, two fingers of my right hand fucking my pussy for all it was worth, my left mauling at my breasts and then suddenly around my throat choking myself, trying to feel like I did when that guy did it. I could see flashes of light beyond my closed eye lids, the floor vibrating underneath my bare foot, no longer grass or mud but a solid floor.

I opened my eyes to find myself on stage, the whole crowd watching me as my orgasm exploded. My mouth gaped open, there was no stopping it, no hiding from all the eyes and phones watching me, it sent my mind and body into a world of shame and exposure I couldn’t imagine, an orgasm that was being built up and denied for God knows how long during this concert. I came so hard that I started to gush onto the stage.

My legs gave out and I fell to my ass, legs still sprawled out, fingers with a mind of their own furiously rubbing my clit, gushing not only my juices, but what must have been all the cum shot into both my ass and pussy. It took everything I had not to lose consciousness with the air feeling so thin and trying to keep up with how fast my heart was beating.

“Nice one girly,” one of the guys in the bend bent over me looking down, “never had a fan orgasm for me before.”

I did my best to turn over to my knees and hands, not caring about the view I was giving to every one of my ass and pussy and crawled off the stage. When I finally got to the stairs, I made my way down not knowing what to do. My clothes vanished, along with everything that was in my shorts and even my hoodie. I saw a jacket behind the stage, leapt to my feet and grabbed it, putting it on and on wobbly legs started walking.

I got a lot of weird looks walking around, wasn’t sure if it was because of the oversized jacket, the fact I was wearing one shoe or they noticed the cum leaking down my legs knowing exactly what it was. I waited for the concert to finally come to an end so I could walk back and try to find my stuff, only to be met by an angry stage hand who wanted his jacket back.

“It’s a little too big for you and I need it for the rest of the tour,” he had his hand out.

I looked over at the grass not seeing any of my stuff, just a bunch of trash around the lawn.

“Please, I don’t have anything on underneath…” I said embarrassed, not able to look him in the eyes.

“Prove it,” was all he managed to say, no mercy in his voice.

I pulled the zipper down slowly, revealing the skin between my breasts, the obvious fact I was wearing nothing underneath. It was more embarrassing than being stripped, since I was doing it to myself. When I got to the bottom and the zipper came undone, everything was on display. He reached forward and moved the jacket wider, looking around hoping not to get caught.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

I heard my phone ringing in the distance and ran out to it, finding my shorts in the process and reaching in to grab the phone even before putting them on. The alarm was going off and that’s when I woke up.

Sadly, the actual concert was cancelled due to weather. That’s the price we just happen to pay for living in Florida, although I doubt it would have been nearly as intense as my dream.

Maggie's Wet Dreams Ch. 5

Maggie’s Wet Dreams

Chapter 5 – What’s Under the Desk

So, the strange part of this, is how it all started. At the time I was living in Georgia with my sister, things that happened in my life took a turn for the unexpected and ended up completely twisting my life all around. But that’s a story of drama and not the story that I’m so excited to tell. Living with my sister and what I can now tell you all her wife, since she has happily come out to my parents and I no longer have to hold is as a secret as well, can now put it into my writing. It may make a little less sense in my books but for the sake of writing that doesn’t’ have to do with it, I can mention the truth here.

Anyways, living with them was a little bit more relaxing than living with my parents. I’m able to be a bit more myself, although I’m not ready yet for my sister to know all of my dark fantasies and things I’ve done. I have slightly come out to my sister-in-law, just about my writing, which she is curious to read, but I haven’t really thought about the repercussions of it, the friend and what happened with him and why he no longer is really talking to me and slightly about a guy I hooked up but left out the parts of…his age, and him being married. I don’t know her well enough to know how she would react to that.

Anyways, bored one day, finishing with all my classes for the semester, in another state with no job at the moment and thankfully giving away all my shifts without losing my job for my current job. I really wasn’t doing much but watching crunchy roll and laying around the apartment. So my sister suggested something.

“Hey, how about instead of being a creepy hermit, you get out of my apartment and be a creepy hermit at someplace like, a book store.”

“I don’t have that much money, can’t really do that right now…” I was slightly annoyed, by being called both a creepy hermit and realizing my lack of funds.

“Go to the public library than, get a library card, be around living people.”

“Ok, whatever,” I wasn’t going to fight her, I was freeloading at her place, looking for a new one back in Florida, I kind of had to do what she asked.

So, I dawned my usual hoodie, cargo shorts, skater shirt, but since starting this writing and having my hoodie on, left the bra and panties at home. I wasn’t sure if they had noticed I had gone without underwear a lot and didn’t want to mention anything or still thought I was super innocent and couldn’t fathom me going in such a state.

Well, a brisk walk to the local library thanks to apple maps and in I went, as nervous and anxious as I was walking into that adult video store. Which sadly, closed down thanks to COVID, I guess some fantasies will go unfulfilled…for now at least. I took my steps in to the freezing air-conditioned building and jumped when a voice came out of nowhere.

“Hi there,” a meek voice came from the desk at the entrance.

She was pretty, about my height, maybe a little taller, thinner, with glasses, bright red hair and a pale complexion, I remember having before my recent job.

“Sorry if I scared you,” she seemed very apologetic but slightly amused by the fact she made me jump, and there was something about her green eyes that just felt so intense.

“That’s ok, just lost in thought, my sister made me come here, I think she things I’m stewing away in my room,” I couldn’t help but think why I was even telling her any of that.

“You don’t look like troll to me,” she smiled and kind of looked to the side, “I kind of like your vibe.”

“Oh, um, thanks,” I couldn’t help but act awkward, I kind of felt like she was hitting on me, but really couldn’t understand why.

“Well enjoy, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask,” she was blushing, I hope I didn’t make her feel rejected.

I was kind of in a weird place in my life and suddenly being here, getting hit on by someone, just caught me a little off balance, and I wasn’t sure how to react.

“Thank you,” I said before walking off, hoping not to make the situation any worse than I feel I had.

I gazed back and saw her cute, petite frame, covered in a simple, white dotted, navy-blue sundress that came knee length. She looked back for a moment and realized I was looking and immediately looked forward again, as did I before tripping on the stairs. Which of course I did, being the klutz that I am and praying she didn’t see or hear that. Once up the stairs, I started browsing through the books, locating a design section and pulling some off of the shelves to over. Wanting to become a graphic designer, really piqued my interest lately into design and filling my head with every little bit of style and art I could find.

Although going from the hot weather outside, to the really cool library was making me want to doze off, and with the late nights I’ve been awake watching anime to the days I had been sadly sleeping away, my body just wanted to nap.

So, I set my alarm and figured why not, it wouldn’t have been the first time nodding off in a library. I used to do it all the time in high school, and figured what would be the difference now, it wasn’t like there was really anyone in here today anyways. On a weekday, during the middle of the day, most people were probably working or at school. I set the alarm on my phone in case I slept a little too much, figured forty-five minutes would be a long enough nap if I did sleep at all.

I put my hoodie up over my head and laid my head down and nodded off in no time, or at least that’s what I thought. I felt a hand on my back, it was a warm and gentle touch, it didn’t nudge me, move around or grip my shoulder, it just laid there on my back with a gentle pressure, it was small and dainty from what I could tell, but I didn’t bother to move or acknowledge it. It started to move from my right shoulder, down my arm as if it was either looking for a reaction or learning my body through my thick hoodie, trying to uncover the secrets beneath it, but as soon as it reached my elbow and touched the table, it vanished.

The hands found their way to my hips which caused me to flinch a little being ticklish, and the hands backed away for a moment, but then confidently went towards the bottom of my hoodie and up under it, then under my shirt touching my bare stomach. I couldn’t believe how forward they were being and I was mixed with either letting them keep going or stopping it all together. Once they reached the bottom of my breasts, I thought of making a stop to it, but the moment their hand grazed my sensitive nipples, my brain went to mush.

“Mmmm,” a low moan escaped my lips and I hoped under my hood, that it went unnoticed.

Fingers began to tease my nipples, tweaking between them, my mouth writhing in pleasure and slight pain as they were rolled and pulled between fingers of the faceless, genderless person teasing me. My nipples were so hard and sensitive, I thought I was going to cum from this alone, and again, it suddenly stopped. For a few moments, nothing happened at all and I wondered if whomever it was, had just left because of my lack of reaction. Maybe they wanted me to “wake up” and suddenly join in or maybe I should have moaned more or maybe I should have just stopped them for the fact that I was being groped clichély in a public library by a complete stranger.

That’s when I felt a hand start to remove my sandals, the sudden feeling of the carpet under my bare feet was both comforting and alarming now that they were removing things off of my body. Fingers teased the tops of my feet and traced their way up my ankles and shins, hands gripped and made their way up my calves towards the backs of my knees, into my shorts, making their way between my bare thighs and the seat underneath me until it reached my ass. Whomever it was, was now elbow deep, hands behind me, roaming around my baggy cargo shorts as if they were looking for something but couldn’t find it.

Then it hit me, hands under my shirt and now searching under my shorts, they realized that I wasn’t wearing any underwear at all and it was probably like a green light for them to do whatever they wanted to me now. I was very surprised how right I was when I felt hand start to undo the button of my shorts and then the zipper, there was no way they were going to just undress me right here… would they?

Once my shorts were unbuttoned and unzipped, I felt the now, familiar hand, start to run fingers over my pubic region, I had been shaving recently, but hadn’t in a few days, so there just a sparse stubble there, and the hand seemed to enjoy running fingers through it. It was in a sense, kind of embarrassing being neither grown out or shaved and if my face was visible, they would have obviously seen me blushing.

Once they got tired of teasing me more, I felt a small tug on the bottom of my shorts and them starting to give way as they were being pulled down my legs. I bit my lip in, embarrassment, shock, fear and arousal. I was being undressed by a complete stranger, in a public place and getting off on it, that’s until my shorts reached my feet and were pulled away, disappearing into the void like my sandals. I was now half naked and in the mercy of the stranger under the table.

Hands gripped my knees and slowly started pushing my legs wider open, my embarrassment and shame growing as I was being even more exposed and hoped no one else was around to witness this. Fingers found the bottom of my pussy, lips spread and feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever it slowly traced my lips from bottom to top and around the other side, slipping between my folds and up until it grazed my clit.

“Mmph,” I hoped again that my moans went unnoticed, but felt my body shuddering from the touch, would have been impossible to have gone unnoticed.

The finger than slipped inside of me, slowly, gently until I felt it reach its limit, the finger wasn’t very long, nor thick. But it seemed to hit all the right places as it went in. It slipped out, just as gently as it went in and all I could imagine was someone licking the finger clean under the table as nothing was happening to me at the moment.

A warmth fell over my right knee and a soft wetness started to form. It took me a moment to realize it was a mouth and a tongue. Warm kisses and sensual licks made their way from my right knee to my left, switching back and forth between my inner thighs and it took all my will power to stop my hips from thrusting up and forward hoping they would go their next. I wasn’t sure why I was playing the passive sleeping victim. Maybe I was worried they would run away if I suddenly woke up out of the fear of rejection or repercussion, or the fear that they had my shorts and would run away with them and I would be left half naked miles away from my sister’s apartment with my wallet and keys in the pockets. Wasn’t looking forward to explaining any of that to the authorities or more importantly my sister.

Hands and arms wrapped under my legs like tentacles, hands gripping into my hips and then it happened, with a light touch, the tip of a tongue found my clit, there was no closing my legs, moving away or stopping it now, I was at their mercy. The tip traced circles around my clit as I bit my lip trying my best to stay quiet, I was so thankful I had put up my hoodie, because the pleasure although silent, was very apparent on my face. It was something I was having a very hard time concealing lately, having experienced the vast difference being pleasured by others versus pleasuring myself.

The circles got larger and then turned into motions of lapping at my pussy. It was so intense that I didn’t even realize that their hands were no longer gripping my hips and strangely felt like they were gripping my ankles, squeezing them tightly. That didn’t stop them from sucking on my clit and I felt like in the darkness under my hoodie, I had almost felt like I had seen a white, hot light as I felt teeth gently nibble on the most sensitive part of my body.

Nails racked my legs, up my shins and over the tops of my thighs and under my hoodie and shirt once again, gripping, groping my bare breasts. The aggressive nature, the slight pain, the feeling of their palms over my sensitive nipples driving me wild.

A hand nudged my shoulder, “excuse me miss, are you ok,” it was a much older voice this time and I thought it had all been a dream.

I pulled my hoodie up and sat up awkwardly, an elder lady stood before me, grey hair, spectacles balancing off of her nose, a dress similar to the girl’s I had first met, but stripes instead of dots and a green shawl over her shoulders. I looked up at her, confused and a little aroused not sure what was going on.

“I’m sorry, you just sounded like you were having a bad dream or something, you probably shouldn’t be sleeping in a library anyways, don’t you have a home to go to?” she look both concerned and annoyed at the same time if that was even possible, and I figured it was all a dream.

“Well, I, mmmph,” a muffled moan barely escaped my lips but I just barely caught it, I felt a hand still squeezing at my bare breasts while a tongue was still licking at my sensitive little clit.

I tried desperately to close my legs, but my ankles felt as if they were tied to the chair and I worried that any moving would expose my state of undress.

“Sorry, I was just…” it was really hard to think and, in the case, lie while I was having my pussy eaten, “studying and must have dozed off, it’s been a very, mmmm, tough week.”

“Do you need anything, some water maybe, aspirin,” she began droning on.

It was hard to focus with someone pleasuring me right there and I didn’t know how I was possibly going to explain that I was just a victim and they just happened to take off my sandals and shorts without me even noticing, no matter what I said, I was just as guilty as the person under the table at this point. That person not seeming a bit phased as they didn’t let up, tweaking my nipples, adding a finger inside of me as they drove me crazy shinning my clit with their tongue.

“I’m fine, I’m just going to finish up and probably get going soon,” I said meekly, hoping they would just think me shy and weird and walk away.

“Ok, well if you need anything, I’d say ask the front desk, but I can’t seem to find that darn girl, work study program, kids now a days don’t know a good day’s labor,” she walked off, her now angering thoughts more important than me.

I finally got the courage to look under the table, at my current, embarrassing, exposing state of undress and a red head eagerly lapping at my pussy, my ankles attached to the legs of the chair by some kind of shiny looking plastic bands. I tried to struggle but that got her attention and her eyes looked up at me, deviously, I could almost see her smiling if she wasn’t so deeply tonguing my pussy.

I gripped the arm rests tightly; the feeling was just so overwhelming having not experienced such great oral pleasure in months. Gathering my thoughts for the moment, this was the first time I was able to look around since I sat down and the first thing, I noticed was a guy in his late 20’s maybe early 30’s, button down shirt, glasses, in the corner reading a book and gazing at me from time to time. I prayed he didn’t see what was going on under the table and my expression was plain enough he couldn’t guess from that either.

On the other side was a woman, kind of goth, couldn’t tell her age or even what she was thinking, she had sunglasses on, headphones and I wasn’t even sure if she was awake as her hand was propping her head up. I felt a gentle tug on my clit as if she was telling me look down here and I looked down to see her lips form a small “O” and seal around my clit as she gently sucked it. The feeling made my eyes want to roll back into my head, but now I worried about drawing attention to myself and gripped the hand rests till my knuckles felt white and bit my lip hard enough that I thought I drew blood.

My reaction seemed to have disappointed her and she spoke for the first time since I walked in, “how about we play a little game,” she whispered and pulled something out from under her dress.

It was egg shaped, and I wondered where she had kept it, but that was the last of my worries as the next thing she did was start pressing it against my pussy and pushing it inside of me. I was so sensitive and close that I thought I was going to cum right there, but she waved her finger as if telling me, “Not yet.”

She crawled out the side, furthest away from the guy in the corner and stood up, I looked over at him to see a look of confusion on his face as he noticed her suddenly appearing out of nowhere. He was obviously watching me a lot closer than I thought. She stood up, and I felt her breath on my neck.

“I’m going to walk away for a bit and put those books back from the cart,” I saw a cart at the wall filled with only a few books, “if you don’t have your shirt on the floor by the time I come back, no reward for you.”

Reward? What kind of reward was she offering? Did she mean she was going to give me back my clothes and let me free, that was the only reward I could think of in a situation like this.

“You could always just, undo the straps on your ankles, but I doubt you’ll get pretty far half naked especially without your flip-flops walking outside on the street,” she reached around and gave me a peck on the lips, I could taste myself on her, “I bet you’d hate missing out on the reward anyways.”

She walked off, the egg inside coming to life, a low humming that kept me bowling about ready to boil over, but not enough to do so. I did think about undoing the braces, taking the egg out, my hoodie may come just low enough to cover me, but I did worry about walking bare foot out on the street especially with how hot the sidewalk must have been in the sun all day.

“Oh god,” my words caught in my throat, the egg ramped up just for a second, telling me to pay attention to the task at hand, then died down to make sure I didn’t lose control.

I looked over at the guy, hoping he would lose interest and look away just long enough for me to complete my task, but even looking at his book, I felt like he was staring at me out of the corner of his eye. I tried to make as little movement as possible, but it was hard to do so and keep balance while my ankles were strapped to the chair legs. Every move felt like I was practically waving a giant flag saying, “Hey! Look at me!”

My arms inside my hoodie trying to get them out of my shirt seemed impossible not to notice and I cringed at the thought of having to get my head through when that time came. I could only hope, one swift motion would make it seem natural and like I was taking off my hoodie and not my shirt. I lifted my arms but then worried that I was going to pull the hoodie off with it and put my arms back through the hoodie to reach from the top.

Grabbing the collar of the shirt I pulled with both hands, “mmmm, not now,” the egg gained power again and gave a strong pulse as I grabbed, my hand got caught in the hoodie as well and raising the shirt over my head and out, I pulled the hoodie up as well just enough to show my bare stomach before realizing what I was doing and showing more.

I dropped the shirt on the floor and looked over to see the guy now obviously staring at me and smirking, the woman who I thought might be asleep was smirking as well and I was now obviously blushing. I quickly pulled the hoodie down to cover me as much as possible and took a moment to try to calm myself down, the last thing I needed was to have an orgasm in front of two random strangers.

But my body desperately wanted it, something about the public area, the fear of being exposed, strange eyes watching my every move and all the stimulation, made me want to cum so badly. I wanted to touch myself so badly, but something was stopping me, I worried that if did something she didn’t say, I was going to be punished. At least I still had my shirt, maybe I could tie my hoodie around my waist and that could…I looked down to see the shirt had vanished with the rest of my clothes. I wondered if the floor was eating piece of clothing put on it, like some evil, hidden monster.

Hands put pressure back on my shoulders, only the soft cotton of my hoodie between my skin and her soft hands, “you did well, time for that reward I promised.”

She moved around me, her hands on my cheeks, she pulled me closer to her and kissed me deeply. I was surprised at first, but my lust took over as I kissed her back deeply shutting my eyes tight, her hands moved mind over her shoulders making them wraparound her and it felt like we went from strangers to lovers at that moment.

“Mmmm, mmmph,” I couldn’t help moaning into her mouth, the vibrator was slowly starting to pick up speed once again and I felt my orgasm not far behind.

I was getting lost into the overwhelming feeling of pleasure washing over my body, between her warm, soft lips, her hands finding their way back under my hoodie and teasing my nipples and the egg building me to orgasmic bliss, it felt like I was floating. She slipped her tongue into my mouth, massaging mine, twirling and dancing around it, running the tip over the edges of my teeth, I had never been kissed like that before.

“Do you want your reward?” she said confusing me, for a second, I thought that was my reward, “Do you want to cum?”

“Please,” I whispered back.

“Please what?”

“Please can I cum?”

“Right here in a public library?”

“Yes…”

“Even if people see or notice.”

I blushed, eyes closed, forgetting about where I was and the people for a moment, but reminded and embarrassed that I would want such a thing but still managed to mutter, “yeesss.”

My orgasm was unstoppable, the vibrator could be heard inside of me it was going so strong and when I opened my eyes, I realized I was no longer behind the table, but in the middle of the area, I struggled but in one swift motion I felt hands grab at the bottom of my hoodie and pull it up over my head and down behind me, over the back of the chair, pinning my arms to my side, completely helpless and exposed.

I wanted to clamp my eyes shut, pretend this wasn’t happening, but like a train wreck I had to look. I looked down to see my body completely exposed, my legs spread exposing my pussy to the two onlookers. I looked up to see the man watching me intently, the woman with her phone out either taking video or pictures, or both and my orgasm about to erupt like a volcano from the vibrator and overwhelming humiliation I was feeling.

An alarm started blaring, the lights turned red, footsteps were forming from all around me and I could only imagine the dozens of people about to see me in all of my glory about to orgasm. That’s what I saw, dozens of people, faceless silhouettes standing before me, gasps and giggles, flashes from phones as I came so hard that my whole body convulsed, my pussy pushing out the foreign invader inside of me, hitting the floor, and I slouched over completely spent, alarm still going in my ears.

I felt a gentle hand, once again on my shoulder, this time nudging me awake and I jumped back into the seat startled, to once again, find myself fully clothed and the girl from the front to my side. This time I was embarrassed for other reasons as I came to, drool running down my chin which I quickly wiped away.

“Good nap?” she smiled awkwardly as she walked away.

I was still groggy, but couldn’t help but watch as she walked away in front of the window, sun behind her and I thought for a moment I could see her body through the thing cotton material of her dress. I swear she wasn’t wearing anything under the dress, she looked back at me and smiled, wiping a bit of something off the side of her mouth and nearly tripping down the stairs.

“Wow.”

HEY EVERYONE!

I am back, and things are slightly still crazy but at least I'm back in Florida, living with some crazy people...I have a new laptop since my old one broke and my sister and sister-in-law gave me a belated graduation present they called it and now I have a new laptop to start writing again. While In an apartment that I'm paying $800 a month for with a girl who is full on LGBT and another who is a total christian basket case like my parents were raising. Anyways, I'm hoping to start writing again tonight or tomorrow night of a chapter added to my wet dreams of something that happened while I was with my sister in Georgia. I'm currently unpacking both...mentally and physically but need to start writing again since I've missed you all so much. Whomever is left that is since I feel I've been gone a while.

I've also been thinking of putting book 1 back on literotica, thoughts?

Task 4 - Going Back to Nature Complete

Hey guys, sorry it took so long, finally finished task 4, need to write task 5 soon, going "home" soon to finish packing and may be living with my sister for a bit. But here you go, it felt good to write again and I appreciate all the fans that have stayed during this hard time for me.

Task 4 – Going back to nature

After the failure of my last task, I thought maybe doing one in front of so many strangers so openly was a step too far. So, I decided maybe I needed to take things a little slower. I deciding on still stripping naked, just out in the woods and taking a walk around. There were so many trails in the community that I figured I could still get out in the woods without risking my safety or getting a sharp piece of wood through my foot. I did leave one thing up to chance, can’t have a task too easy that it didn’t make it somewhat challenging.

“Siri, flip a coin,” go figure I didn’t have any change on me and I figured heads, I would do the task early in the morning and if it were tails I would do it late at night which seemed the safer option being in the dark, “heads.”

“Shit…”

I wasn’t sure what was worst, having to wake up early in the morning for a task, or having to do it while it was light out and pray no one was up early enough to possibly catch me. Although it was a little scary, the idea was so arousing, I decided to do it the very next morning. I didn’t have to show up to work till 10:30, which felt like all the time in the world to fulfill this task. I’d like to say I slept well and woke up energized, but I had a hard time sleeping at all I was so excited. So excited, I put on some clothes, shoes and a backpack and headed out into the world. It was so early, even my parents weren’t awake yet, which was a weird change of pace for me being up earlier than them.

I made things very simple, a hoodie and running shorts were the only clothes that covered my body, I know I was playing it a little safe, but even bottomless, my hoodie covered enough so that most people wouldn’t know the difference if they caught me and I had to cover myself fast. I still felt pretty naked and weird going up before the sun rose, but it did give me the time to think of what path I wanted to walk. There was one out behind the lake downtown, that seemed safe, but had a feeling some runners used it early in the morning. The one by my house seemed like an idea, but this early on a weekday, people may be heading to school and so close to the houses, someone may catch m from a nearby window and I would never know until rumors spread around.

The last path was a little walk away but most if it was well hidden and only had houses currently being built close by with no occupants just yet. It did come close to the street that led to the local high school, but hopefully I would be early enough that the risk was little that anyone would be going to school just yet to see me. So that’s exactly where I headed. Walking down the street towards the path almost felt like something out of 28 Days Later, like no one in the world existed except for me and I decided to make things a little bit more exciting by stripping right there in the middle of the street and stuffing my clothes into my backpack, except for my shoes.

It felt liberating, exciting and yet terrifying all at the same time stripping so publicly. Even though my clothes were still with me right at my back, they felt so far away being zipped inside and thinking of the time it would take to get them out and back on. Walking down the road towards the path set at the back of the community almost felt comical while doing it naked. You’d think it was perfectly normal as I walked around looking like I didn’t have a care in the world. I mean in a way I didn’t, but I still remembered that this was a sexual task I had been given. I almost just wanted to kneel down and masturbate right there wondering who would catch me and what they would do with me if they did.

“Probably call the police on a flasher masturbating in the middle of the road,” I thought to myself.

Well, that was the possible reality, my mind fantasized of some pervert watching me from his window, taking pictures and masturbating while I fingered myself to a gut-wrenching orgasm. Or thinking of the sexual favors I’d have to give to keep people quiet, the amount of both men and women I’d have to orally please to not get arrested or blackmailed. I had always loved the idea of being controlled and this just added fuel to the fire between my legs. Although there was no one driving around the community, it was close enough to the highway that I could hear cars driving in the distance, a few honks made me flinch thinking the cars were much closer than I thought and the honks were meant for me.

There was a house being worked on that was nearly done next to the path into the woods and I had an idea. The task was to walk into the woods naked, but it didn’t say anything about having or not having orgasms and I really needed one. I took a seat on the finished steps of the house in front of the door, eager to find some much-needed relief. The feeling was rather strange when I took a seat on the cold concrete of the steps, between the cold, smooth texture on my bare butt or being naked in front of a stranger’s house, outside…well, ok so it was all pretty strange, but so arousing at the same time.

Let’s be honest, the fear of being caught has always been arousing to me, to be in such a compromising position, while being so exposed and vulnerable pushed all of my buttons in every way. Although I knew if I was to really be caught, fear would wipe out my arousal all together, not to mention in the real world, I doubt things would turn out like they would in a fantasy. A person who caught me wouldn’t blackmail me with sexual favors to be quiet, they would probably call the police about a crazy girl masturbating naked in front of a house. Those police wouldn’t do the same, but just take me in and lock me up, tell my parents and I’d be a sex offender with a ruined life.

Not to say fantasies weren’t whirling through my mind as I slowly teased my body into arousal. Over the last few months, I really started to take my time and really start to learn about my body. Brushing my fingers over my lips sent shivers of arousal, maybe making me imagine the feeling of someone’s lips on my own or a hard cock teasing my mouth waiting to penetrate my innocent looking mouth. My nipples and bottoms of my breasts have been getting more sensitive as well and the brush across the tips or the tips of my fingers tracing along the bottoms of my boobs would set a fire between my legs. Tracing my nails over my inner thighs felt like a tease and created an arousing itch between my legs, it wasn’t till recently I realize I could tease myself as much as another person could.

It probably wasn’t the best place to take my time, but I just couldn’t help it. I wanted the best orgasm I could possibly have out here and not regret just having the bare minimum of experience. I took off my bag and laid it on the stairs, laying on my back and fully enjoying my hands and nails roaming over my bare skin and exposed, vulnerable body. It didn’t take long till I was soaking wet and feeling so far away from everyone, I didn’t hide my sounds of pleasure like I normally would.

When I started to tease my thighs, my hips would involuntarily thrust upwards as if my pussy was begging for attention, my back arching as well as my hard nipples wanted to be touched as well. I couldn’t hold back any longer and let my body get the pleasure it needed, my right hand rubbing my clit and my left teasing my nipples and groping my sensitive breasts, licking my lips and closing my eyes as if I were laying in my own bed without a care of being caught. My legs spread wider, bending with my feet flat on the second step pushing my ass upwards trying to get more contact somehow, lifting me half into the air. Any person if they had passed by would have just seen my spread legs, and fingers furiously rubbing my clit.

“Mmmm, yes, yes, yes! Fuck! Fuck!” I was screaming in pleasure without thought as I came so hard with an orgasm that wasn’t stopping while my hands kept rubbing my pussy with a mind of their own, I didn’t want the feeling to end.

Even in the chilly morning air, I still had a light sweat all over my body. I sat up slowly, the blood rushing to my head and looked down to almost have a panic attack when I couldn’t fine my backpack. Then I looked a few feet to my left and saw it laying in one of the bushes, I guess I accidentally kicked it and it fell over, not far, but far enough out of sight that it made me panic. Did it vanish? Is someone playing a tricking on me? Did someone catch me? See me? How am I going to get home? All these things rushed into my head even though I knew my bag was right there.

Honk!

Hearing a horn in the distance definitely brought my back to reality, along with temporarily quenching my arousal and allowing my logical brain to think once again. My arm immediately shot up to cover my bare breasts and my legs closed to conceal my soaking pussy, as if either were going to help if I had actually gotten caught. I grabbed my bag and stood up on wobbly legs, I had to finish this task, I still had to get to work and it was getting to a time when I may actually get caught. I just wish I didn’t feel like Bambi just being born as I made my way to the path to the woods.

I definitely felt more covered once I got in an area with more trees, but at the same time I also felt exposed, not knowing how may be able to see me in the distance since there were still houses close by and the high school in the not so far distance. I wasn’t sure if my shaky legs were from the orgasm I just had or the fear of being caught at any moment. The straps on my backpack weren’t helping as they were rubbing against the sides of my now, painfully sensitive breasts.

After walking along the path for a bit, my mind started to get a bit at ease, it’s strange the kind of things you can get used to, the nudity was almost feeling natural. That was until I heard footsteps coming towards me and I immediately ducked off the path and behind a tree, crouching into the dirt and praying they just run past me without noticing a thing, I couldn’t help but shut my eyes, thinking if the world was dark for me, it would be dark for them as well. I didn’t know if my brain made the sounds of their steps seem to slow down or they were and they found me, but to my relief the steps never stopped and began to quiet into the distance. I thought of putting my clothes back on, but something stopped me from chickening out this early in the task.

As I got up and brushed the dirt off of me, I wondered if that was the first of many runners that came down this path, if the runner was going to go down and come back, or if anything other surprises were around the corner for me. That’s exactly what I got, with the trees, my heart beating in my ears and the fact I had never been on this path before, I came to a slight clearing that was a little too familiar, it looped around just close enough to the town sign, the interstate and the road to the high school I graduated from along with a small crew working on some kind of electrical box on the corner.

I immediately turned so that my back was facing the crew and I hoped that my backpack and the concrete sign were concealing my state of dress, that to the workers, I was just a girl, maybe a student, walking around with her backpack, maybe getting to school early for some reason beyond their knowledge. I just slowly walked and started heading down the path, I wanted to put my hoodie on, run down, but feared that any quick motion would grab their attention. Just as the path started to curve, although I was still holding my breath, I gave a sigh of relief as I felt I was slowly getting out of sight, if I wasn’t far enough away as it was.

Once I felt far enough away, I dropped my bag on the ground and got the guts to turn around and look back, I couldn’t see them but I could see a bit of the highway still. I wasn’t sure what I was thinking, but I started slowly walking back, with each step I felt like I was about to be exposed, I was terrified, but at the same time got more and more turned on. I knew the only way I would keep going was to star aroused and began playing with my nipples and slipping a finger between the folds of my pussy and rubbing myself too. My mind was in a fog as each step drew me closer to exposure and before I knew it, on the verge of another orgasm, I was out in clear sight, far enough that I didn’t know how much detail could be seen but still in view.

I could see the men working in the distance, 4 of them to the side of the truck, the front of their van facing in my direction. I watched them and continued to play with myself, a part of me wanted them to catch me, grab me, fuck me and leave me in the woods, spent with their cum spilling out of me.

“Just turn around, just turn around and look at me,” I was getting closer and closer by the second, crouching a little bit and shoving two fingers inside of myself, “come and fuck me, use me, make me a slut, watch me cum, please.”

My legs started buckling, my orgasm was on the edge of release and as I did, this time biting my lip not to scream, the passenger door of the van opened and out popped another man I hadn’t noticed before and I practically gushed right there out of surprise and terror that he may had been watching me the whole time and I stumbled backwards, falling on my ass thinking I had really been caught. I crawled backwards back towards my bags, my legs numb out of exhaustion or fear, again I couldn’t tell. I immediately got my clothes and put them on and sat there till the feeling came back.

When I did get up, I meekly walked back, since that was the only path, I knew to get back, worried of the humiliation I was about to face with the crew there. Thinking the guy obviously saw, told the others, and they were waiting there to maybe see more. I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or not when they were all gone, but as I looked at my phone, I knew I had to get back before I was going to be late for work, I really needed a shower. That was the end of task number 4.

Update

Hey everyone,

Sorry for vanishing for a bit, I've been at my sister's place in georgia taking a little break from finding a place and packing. My sister decided to add to the dumpster fire that is now our family by finally coming out to my mom, and letting her know she was married as well to boot. I'm heading back home in a few days and will continue my writing and packing then. Let's home my mother welcomes me when I get back to get my stuff at least and I can find a place in the next 30 days to move everything.

Updates

Hey guys,

Sorry I've been away, and I hate keeping you all in the dark. Also, it's kind of nice to have people I can vent to who seem to care. My sister is coming down tomorow to see me and talk to our parents. It seems my dad is getting worse, I'm still looking for a place to live and the option has come up that I may move in with my sister for a bit while I look for a place of my own, which I don't want to do because I've been at this job over a year and a half and don't want to waste that. I mean I'm not making a lot of money and need a roommate to be able to afford a place, but that's another headache I don't want to have. In the mean time I'm packing while looking for a place to move it or store it. Sigh, giving myself anxiety again just thinking about it. Any suggestions or words of encouragement because I can really use them.

Task 4 - Going Back to Nature/Update

Hey guys, sorry this month hasn't been so great, my sister is coming down today to help me pack and find a place, she doesn't even know what's going on, my mother is suddenly another person as well it seems. Anyways, this is what I have so far for task 4 and will hopefully be able to finish it tonight or tomorrow because I really want to get this done and figure out my next task, any ideas?

Task 4 – Going back to nature

After the failure of my last task, I thought maybe doing one in front of so many strangers so openly was a step too far. So, I decided maybe I needed to take things a little slower. I deciding on still stripping naked, just out in the woods and taking a walk around. There were so many trails in the community that I figured I could still get out in the woods without risking my safety or getting a sharp piece of wood through my foot. I did leave one thing up to chance, can’t have a task too easy that it didn’t make it somewhat challenging.

“Siri, flip a coin,” go figure I didn’t have any change on me and I figured heads, I would do the task early in the morning and if it were tails I would do it late at night which seemed the safer option being in the dark, “heads.”

“Shit…”

I wasn’t sure what was worst, having to wake up early in the morning for a task, or having to do it while it was light out and pray no one was up early enough to possibly catch me. Although it was a little scary, the idea was so arousing, I decided to do it the very next morning. I didn’t have to show up to work till 10:30, which felt like all the time in the world to fulfill this task. I’d like to say I slept well and woke up energized, but I had a hard time sleeping at all I was so excited. So excited, I put on some clothes, shoes and a backpack and headed out into the world. It was so early, even my parents weren’t awake yet, which was a weird change of pace for me being up earlier than them.

I made things very simple, a hoodie and running shorts were the only clothes that covered my body, I know I was playing it a little safe, but even bottomless, my hoodie covered enough so that most people wouldn’t know the difference if they caught me and I had to cover myself fast. I still felt pretty naked and weird going up before the sun rose, but it did give me the time to think of what path I wanted to walk. There was one out behind the lake downtown, that seemed safe, but had a feeling some runners used it early in the morning. The one by my house seemed like an idea, but this early on a weekday, people may be heading to school and so close to the houses, someone may catch m from a nearby window and I would never know until rumors spread around.

The last path was a little walk away but most if it was well hidden and only had houses currently being built close by with no occupants just yet. It did come close to the street that led to the local high school, but hopefully I would be early enough that the risk was little that anyone would be going to school just yet to see me. So that’s exactly where I headed. Walking down the street towards the path almost felt like something out of 28 Days Later, like no one in the world existed except for me and I decided to make things a little bit more exciting by stripping right there in the middle of the street and stuffing my clothes into my backpack, except for my shoes.

It felt liberating, exciting and yet terrifying all at the same time stripping so publicly. Even though my clothes were still with me right at my back, they felt so far away being zipped inside and thinking of the time it would take to get them out and back on. Walking down the road towards the path set at the back of the community almost felt comical while doing it naked. You’d think it was perfectly normal as I walked around looking like I didn’t have a care in the world. I mean in a way I didn’t, but I still remembered that this was a sexual task I had been given. I almost just wanted to kneel down and masturbate right there wondering who would catch me and what they would do with me if they did.

“Probably call the police on a flasher masturbating in the middle of the road,” I thought to myself.

Well, that was the possible reality, my mind fantasized of some pervert watching me from his window, taking pictures and masturbating while I fingered myself to a gut-wrenching orgasm. Or thinking of the sexual favors I’d have to give to keep people quiet, the amount of both men and women I’d have to orally please to not get arrested or blackmailed. I had always loved the idea of being controlled and this just added fuel to the fire between my legs. Although there was no one driving around the community, it was close enough to the highway that I could hear cars driving in the distance, a few honks made me flinch thinking the cars were much closer than I thought and the honks were meant for me.

There was a house being worked on that was nearly done next to the path into the woods and I had an idea. The task was to walk into the woods naked, but it didn’t say anything about having or not having orgasms and I really needed one. I took a seat on the finished steps of the house in front of the door, eager to find some much needed relief.

Sorry about this

I'm halfway done writing the next task, full time in my job now at a new location, couldn't wait to talk to my managers to talk about career advancement. Had a really great mardi gras day and took my very first boat out myself to drive. Came home to a stern look from my mother who told me I had till May to find a place to live. My parents are kicking me out, didn't say why, they won't talk about it, just told me I have till then to find a place to live and move out. Haven't been able to reach my sister to see if they talked to her. Life just punched me in the face...

Punishment 1 – Three Touches with no Release

Since trying my last task at the stripper club, things had gotten pretty hectic at work. People like me, and by like me I mean part time, weren’t getting any hours, so I had to finally bite the bullet and go full time, while taking care of my father and still doing school work. On the bright side, the place I work now picks up the tab for my education, at a slower rate than I would like, but at least it’s going somewhere. Anyways, my punishment for failing my last task. I had to masturbate at least three times in a single day for 5-10 minutes without having an orgasm.

I ended up getting lucky for the day I chose, going full time meant I was considered almost a new employee again and was made to take a full tour of the property and I may have let it slip to my tour guide that it was that time of month, so sneaking off for the time I needed wasn’t seen that strange. Having to dress up, I dawned a blue blouse, white bra, grey knee length skirt and no panties at all. I didn’t want anything to get in the way or be seen if I suddenly had to pull them up if I was to get caught.

The day started out rather early, it sucks that I’m not really a morning person anymore and waking up for my “orientation tour” didn’t do anything to fuel my aroused state of mind. I figured the times would be once in the morning, once around noon and finally in the afternoon to just stay consistent and I didn’t even get out of my car to start the first.

“Hey Siri, set timer for 5 minutes.”

“5 minutes and counting.”

Being in the parking lot was actually a little exciting, even though I parked towards the back. I figured the further back the less likely someone would catch me, but at the same time, I was the only car back there and worried I was more exposed. Either way I knew I had a time limit and pulled my skirt up to my waist; I didn’t want a big wet mark under my butt in case things got out of hand or wetter than I thought they would be. There was a small issue though and it was hard to get it up to my waist sitting like I was.

I got out of the car and headed towards the front of it, using my car as cover and far from the people walking into work and successfully hiked up the skirt. Sitting like I was kept it taught against my ass but standing let it loosely move up, making me completely bottomless in the parking lot. I bent over feeling the warmth of the engine through the hood against my breasts. I sucked on two fingers and let them slip downwards between my legs to start my punishment.

“Hey Siri, reset timer.”

“Timer reset.”

I didn’t realize how aroused I’d get doing it outside of the car. The wind and sun on my ass, the feeling of exposure, the fear of getting caught. I could hear cars driving by in the distance with car doors slamming, people so close by, but oblivious to what I was doing. I could feel my orgasm starting to build but the alarm on my phone went off and I slumped forward onto the hood like I was in bed wishing the alarm had gone off a few minutes later. I stood up and fixed my skirt and headed to meet up with my tour guide not wanting to be late.

The tour started with boring orientation classes on the computer, which as my brain zoned out, could only think of what I had just done, without the reward of release. I could feel the tingling between my legs, the heat and for a moment, a wetness beginning to form. I was really getting turned on and I had a feeling it was going to be a really long day. Once we were all finally done with our computer lessons, the walk began around the hotel and my mind couldn’t stop thinking dirty thoughts.

I wondered if people noticed the drips down my leg, the smell of my sex, the flush in my cheeks and then it went from wonder if they noticed, to wishing they would. I imagined every man walking close to me being able to smell my hot, wet pussy and getting hard without knowing why. Like it was a familiar smell and that it was arousing, but didn’t really know what it was or where it was coming from. Same with women walking pass, obviously knowing the smell of pussy in the air, but like a stray fart was far more embarrassing and less able to explain then just a nervous stomach.

After so much walking and a lot of bad thoughts, we finally took a break for lunch and I excused myself to the restroom. For such a fancy place, the stalls looked like they were put together by an intern who had no idea what they were doing. There were gaps large enough in the doors that you could easily peek through and some of the locks looked like they would give way with just a gentle breeze. I hiked up my skirt again and sat on the toilet, I’ve never been a fan of public toilets and felt really dirty regardless of what I was about to do.

I set the 5-minute timer and immediate started teasing my sensitive clit. It was sensitive enough as it is when I first started, but the rest of the day till now just made it even worse. I bit on my hand to stifle the moans that I couldn’t control as I traced circles around my clit. It didn’t take long before I felt like I was on the edge or orgasm and looking at my phone, I still had at least two minutes left before I was allowed to stop. The amount of time no longer felt too long out of fear of being caught but too long now out of fear of cumming and failing a punishment. I slumped back and tried to clear my mind, but couldn’t help but worry that anyone passing by outside would get a glimpse and obviously know I was masturbating.

When the alarm went off, I jumped at the sound and immediately covered up as it was drawing attention to my stall and thankfully in time as I was having a hard time holding off the orgasm building inside of me. I had gotten so close that I could still feel my lips twitching and my pussy clenching at the need to cum, but all it did was tease me and keep me on edge longer. My thoughts were getting more and more sexual by the second, even our tour guide was looking good enough to pull into a storage closet and have my way with, even though she wasn’t really my type and was married.

We eventually were introduced to our managers and one made a point of shaking all of our hands. It wasn’t till he was about to touch mine that I realized I hadn’t washed my hand at all since the bathroom and was about to shake my boss’ hand with some possible pussy juice left on it. I wasn’t sure if I was more aroused at the thought that he was indirectly touching my pussy or terrified that he would figure it out somehow and I was about to get fired. His hand was so much larger than my own, stronger and rougher, I could only imagine what his fingers would have felt like inside of me and if anything, else matched the characteristics of his hands.

“Don’t worry he’s a nice guy and more of a leader than a manager, you’ll be fine,” my tour guide put her hand on my shoulder trying to calm what she thought was my nervousness when in fact it was the arousal she didn’t know about and a part of me also liked her touch.

With our continued tour, something shocking happened, “sorry guys, that seems to be all for today, you can stick around or you can leave early since there’s nothing more to show,” our tour guide apologized to us.

I decided to stay in the hotel and went to one of the shops, grabbing a random bikini and walking into a dressing room, looking like I was off to try it on. With the door locked, I felt like I needed to be further punished for not finishing while at work and stripped completely naked, folding all of my clothes and putting them onto the bench. Even worse I made the timer 10 minutes instead of 5, I didn’t know if I was going to make it the full 10, but had to try because of my added failure.

The store was packed and I could hear all sort of people talking in the shop.

“Hey do you have this in a small?”

“I saw this on tiktok and have been checking all the stores.”

“Do you have any discounts for that?”

All the while I went way past just rubbing my clit and was now fingering my poor pussy and teasing my sensitive nipples and after a few minutes looked down to realize I hadn’t started the timer at all. I had no idea how long I had going at it and just decided to not adjust the 10 minutes, watching the timer go down while playing with myself was liking waiting for a tea kettle to boil, except the kettle was my vagina and the steam was my orgasm.

With each passing second, I worried that my orgasm would come with or without my consent, that an employee would forget I was in there and open the door without me realizing it, naked and masturbating for all to see. My fingers were getting confused and thinking I had to orgasm before the timer was off rather than just tease myself.

Knock! Knock! “Everything ok miss, is the suit fitting ok or do you need another size?”

“Shit,” I said under my breathe, “everything is fine, just having, mmmph, a hard time with this tie for some reason, I’ll be right out.”

“Ok just let me know if you need anything or any help.”

“Thank you!” I was still teasing my clit and wished the extra help was her taking me and making me orgasm in God knows how many ways.

With 4 minutes left I was worried she was going to come back again or think I had left by then and opened the door. Each second felt like an eternity and another second that I could lose my job and possibly get arrested. My hands wanted more to give me sweet release while my mind knew that this was supposed to be a punishment and I wasn’t allowed to and there was no one to beg to, to ask otherwise.

“They won’t know if you did, in fact it would be even more of a punishment if you did right now,” I was telling myself, but I knew that wasn’t true.

A jiggle at the handle made me jump again and I grabbed my phone so see I still had over two-minute left; I kept it pressed to my chest.

Ring! Vibrate! Ring! Vibrate!

Of course, my mother had to call me and the most inopportune time, I think sometimes she knows when I’m doing something dirty like this and just has to ruin it somehow.

I picked up, “sorry mom, can’t talk, mmmph, still at work, need to get off of the phone, bye,” and immediately hung up the phone.

I didn’t realize, being so nervous I was fingering my pussy furiously, the slouching sound of its wetness filing the dressing room and I was on the verge of a major orgasm that I didn’t know I could pull back from. Then the alarm went off, the actual alarm and not someone trying to call me and with all my will I pulled my fingers out of my cunt and sat on the bench trying to catch my breathe. It took me a moment to realize where I was and quickly got dressed, fumbling with the clasp of the bra I choose and forgetting for a second that I had forgotten underwear and left the changing room, bikini still in there.

On the way back to my car, walking was excruciating, my thighs rubbing together was a burning hot tease between my legs and from the hotel to the employee lot was a long walk and it just got worse. I really hoped I could just walk to my car and go home, no more interaction but one of the girls stopped me on the way.

She was super bubbly, “Hey! Maggie, right? Fun day walking all around huh?”

My whole body was tingling all over, I still felt like I was on the edge or orgasm, she was pretty, but annoying, but a part of me just wanted her to take me right here, shove a hand under my skirt and finger my pussy, forcing me to cum at her will. I’m not even sure what she said, I just keep nodding and agreeing and saying how great that is and what really caught me off guard was when she gave me a big, firm hug and said goodbye.

I think her words were, “sorry, I’m a hugger,” as she reached in and gave me a big, strong hug, surprising for a girl her size.

Her large breasts pressed up against me, her slender hip more apparent as I put my arms around her, it felt for even a second she nuzzled me, but I was too turned on to really think straight. When I got to my car, I felt like a hot mess, I would have done anything to orgasm at that moment. Driven home naked just to cum, told that girl the truth and let her do whatever she wanted to me, hell I would have broken the punishment I accepted and just fingered myself to multiple orgasms in the driver’s seat. My car smelled like pussy, I was so wet I swore I was making a stain on the back of my skirt and every part of me wanted to scratch an itch I wasn’t allowed to.

Instead I pouted and made my way home…

Punishment

So I decided to go with Masturbate 3 times for 5-10 minutes at specific times but not being  allowed to cum no matter where I am i have to find a place to do it, and it's going to happen while i'm at work, hopefully i can find some private places and not be busy when I need to do this.

Punishment List

So I've been thinking since I failed a task, there should be a list of punishments that I can choose from if I fail one, like I did the last one. These are some of the ones I thought of, what are some you guys would think would be good or which of the ones below do you like best.

1. No orgasms for 3 days

2. Edging for an hour

3. Public vibrator under clothes but not allowed to cum

4. No underwear and a dress for the day

5. Upload a picture anonymously online of me naked

6. Write 3 dirty words on me, 1 under clothes, 1 semi underclothes where it could be exposed and one not covered

7. Masturbate 3 times for 5-10 minutes at specific times but not being allowed to cum no matter where I am i have to find a place to do it

8. Spankings

9. Have to admit 3 private things on here and/or fetlife

Thoughts?

Task 3 – Amateur Night [Complete]

Let me tell you, there is a big difference between fantasy and reality. But that’s something you don’t find it, until you’ve lived your fantasy. Third task on the list was a pretty big one, it seemed the order didn’t go from easiest to most intense. I probably could have just kissed a girl, had an orgasm in public without getting caught, got to the beach and given out free hugs, but I had to go with this one, amateur night at a strip club.

To be honest when I first thought of the idea, I thought I knew everything about it, I mean, I had seen Showgirls. A small stage, people grouped around, the club being so dark and the lights on stage so bright you probably couldn’t see anyone even if you tried.  So, that’s what I pictured in my head, but it wasn’t anywhere close or as fancy as I could have imagined. The place seemed slightly run down, the stage not nearly as big or as bright as I thought and the seats much closer than I thought they were going to be.

Even worse, the drive was the hardest part, an hour-long drive really gives you time to think about what you are going to do. Most of the things I’ve done, tasks or otherwise, were usually close enough that the excitement an arousal didn’t wane and leave me thinking rationally. I started to worry that someone I may know may see me, that everyone in town knew exactly where I was going, what if I got blackmailed or things went further than I was ready for, or what if I chickened out and didn’t go through with it.

So, the million and one fears and thoughts going through my head aside, it was really hard to figure out a costume I wanted. I had seen so many movies, I wanted something sexy, but something me, so I went to my hentai thoughts instead. I wanted to reveal the girl I was under the tomboy clothes. I grabbed one of my old hoodies I didn’t care about losing, along with some cargo pants, flip flops, a black string bikini my sister had left behind and a cheap black mask my mom had used for Halloween one year. Even though I had walked around openly at a nude resort, there was something much different about being seen stripping at a sleezy club.

“I am so winning today; I got the cutest costume and everything.”

“I could so use the money; spring break is right around the corner and I want it to be fire.”

“Oh, I don’t care about the money, I just do it because it turns my boyfriend on.”

I walked in to a bunch of girls of all shapes and sizes with varying degrees of hotness signing papers, obviously all here for amateur night. Then a familiar feeling came over me, I wasn’t turned on, it wasn’t one of those feelings of fear and excitement that made me nervous but want to go further, it was just terror and without another word, I turned around and walked back to my car. Starting my engine and driving off back to home, all I felt was shame and regret. It was a task that I felt I had failed and after the nude resort, didn’t know why this one bothered me so much.

The idea of all of those random strangers watching me slowly undress, crawling around a dirty lit stage completely naked with my identity a secret with the mask. I felt my arousal start to overcome my fear, but by the time it started to kick in, it was way too late to turn back and join the amateur contest, and even worse I was having a hard time focusing on driving in my current state.

“Rest stop,” I read the sign off of the highway.

I didn’t know much about rest stops, but I just needed a private place to stop, to clear my mind. Parking and getting out, I walked over to a picnic table and was happy that it wasn’t cold out tonight for the first time in a while. It was a little dark and normally I would have been creeped out by such areas, but tonight, my mind was occupied with much different thoughts. I looked around to see no cars in sight and decided to take my flip flops off and feel the bare concrete under my feet.

“Not really that sexy, maybe I should have thought of heels.”

I placed them on the table and sat down, I had what felt like the whole place to myself, miles away from anyone and the road was far enough away that I could barely hear the cars whizzing by. There’s something at times like this that are very satisfying about being so far away from everyone, all alone.

“Well, I’ve come this far,” undoing my cargo shorts and letting them fall to my bare feet, kicking them up onto the table.

I still wasn’t that nervous, my hoodie was so long, even if someone had caught me like this, they wouldn’t know I was bottomless unless they saw the shorts on the table. The bikini top was next to go, I never liked two pieces like this, they felt tight around my body and it made me very uncomfortable, a few easy ties and it was off and joining my shorts. The bottoms came next being that it was weird to only wear one piece throwing it with the rest of my clothes. A warmth of comfort came over me as my hoodie was like a soft, comforting blanket, protecting me from the world around.

I sat up on the table and flinched, feeling the cold wood against my bare butt as my hoodie rode up as I sat down.

“I bet those men would have loved this view,” bringing my feet up onto the table, my knees closer to my chest, legs spread, showing off my bare pussy.

I could feel the gentle wind blowing up against my pussy, I reached down with my right hand to spread my lips, letting me feel even more of the breeze. The feeling was like a gentle tongue teasing my sensitive clit. I couldn’t hold back any longer, I didn’t care where I was or how public, I immediately reached for the bottom of my hoodie, pulling it up and over my head, sitting on a picnic table, in the middle of nowhere, naked, I wanted to cum so badly.

I reached down and began rubbing my clit and a single word escaped my mouth, “no.”

It wasn’t right, I had a task to do and I failed it horribly and now I was rewarding myself, what was wrong with me. I didn’t deserve an orgasm, orgasms are rewards and I deserved to be punished, and a part of me knew exactly what they had to be as I gathered my clothes and headed back to my car.

My third task was a failure, but the night was far from over. When I got back to the car, I decided that my clothes were to be sealed away in the trunk where they belonged, the rest of the night was a punishment after all and good girls didn’t deserve things like clothing to cover up their transgressions. The comfort of being naked far away from the world in public was slowly going away with the security of my clothes no longer close by. The fear that was getting me so wet once again as I got into my car and prepared for the rest of the drive home.

The seat felt cold on my bare skin and the seatbelt rough against my chest, settling between my breasts and making me feel self-conscious to how it made them feel emphasized. When I pulled out of the rest area and got back onto the main highway, even in the dark night, I felt like everyone knew. Every highway light shining through my window, ever headlight running past me made my pale skin glow in the dark.

A horn startled me from behind and I realized how slowly I was going and put on the cruise control. Although it eased my mind, especially not having to worry about getting pulled over for speeding, my body still craved attention, but I had to keep reminding myself that I was being punished and prayed that even in this late hour that I was going to hit traffic. That’s when my exit started to come up and my stomach filled with dread.

“Could have mad life easier on yourself,” a voice in my head spoke up.

“What do you mean?”

“At least if people saw you naked at a strip club, it’s kind of normal and you would have had your mask on too, so no one would have known it was you, and now you’re naked in public where people may know you and it’s far from normal.”

Thoughts I didn’t have driving home started to fill my mind, worries that I didn’t think about before that threatened myself getting caught. I have to go through a toll plaza, what if a camera catches me and someone sees it, all the stop lights on the way home and things I didn’t even think about. It’s the things that I couldn’t think that may happen that made me the most nervous.

For the first time, I truly thanked having a Sun Pass to get me through the toll booth fast and through the first green light I went. I felt my stomach clench as the next light turned yellow and red as I finally got to it. I hated having to break to come to a stop and even worse have a car stop behind me and one to my right. I slouched down into the driver’s seat hoping that I would have some cover.

Looking out the corner of my eye and repeating over and over, “don’t look left, don’t look left, don’t look left.”

Oh god, what if he looks left, what if the person behind me can see the reflection of my nudity in my mirror, what if someone crosses the road and is close enough to see me? Fear and arousal were blending together, I couldn’t tell what was making me more afraid or turned on sitting there and waiting for the light to turn green. But now it wasn’t only the fear of getting caught which made me anxious, but the need for release. I wanted to touch myself so badly, I wanted to cum, my nipples were rock hard, the smell of my arousal filled the whole car and I needed…

Honk!

The light was green and I immediately went, now that I was worried the car horn behind me just attracted attention towards me. I felt I was in the home free, until I hit another red light, I was thankful that no cars stopped around me but watched as a man was walking down the sidewalk with his dog and made a turn to go across the crosswalk in front of my car. The dog was pulling him across, looking like it was in a hurry to get somewhere, I continued to slouch and blushed as he turned to wave at me through the window. I prayed that he couldn’t see anything and without a thought waved back thinking it would have been rude…maybe weird if I hadn’t. He nearly tripped as the dog gave him a tug and he continued to be pulled across to the other side, not looking back once.

“That could have gone different.”

“Like he would have noticed and called the police that a girl was driving around town naked?” my inner self wasn’t wrong about that, there is a big difference between fantasy and reality, especially in a novel little town like this one, “or maybe you beg him not to and do whatever he wants to keep him quiet?”

That would be the fantasy talking, or well, who knows, maybe he would have stayed quiet for a hand job or something…which made me blush at the idea, that anyone would want something like that from me.

“Maybe, you want to get caught…”

My thighs instinctively rubbed together, my body wanting any kind of stimulation it could get, but it was just a tease, not enough to satisfy me or lead to any kind of release that it wanted so badly. The light turned green and I continued on my way home, a few stop signs multiplied my anxiety of getting caught and added fuel to the fire that was between my legs. When I finally parked in the driveway, I almost hit the garage door button, but feared it would wake my parents and couldn’t go that route. I opened the door and took one step aside and froze as a cop car drove down the road behind me. I stood perfectly still praying that they wouldn’t notice, last thing I needed was to be caught naked in public by the cops, right in front of my house.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, hearing the sound of their car slowly vanishing into the distance, until I finally got the courage to look and see they were nowhere in sight. That was the one great and horrible thing about my community, it was safe, police drove around making sure people knew they were safe and anyone else knew we had security to keep it that way. I grabbed my keys, wallet and phone and snuck my way to the front door. Not even bothering to lock my car out of the fear of the horn waking my parents or drawing attention. I also decided to leave my clothes in the trunk for now, being out there, naked, opening up the heavy hood and grabbing things, just left more time in a very exposed area for me to get caught.

When I got in, I felt like a kid trying to sneak in past their curfew, but this was a lot worse. I was in my own house, completely naked, trying to get back to my room. There was really no way of explaining that to my parents. The momnt I got into my room, I threw on the first shirt and shorts I could find, and felt safe once again. I didn’t get caught, I didn’t wake my parents up and I didn’t have to trade sex to keep some random stranger silent, so the sigh of relief was very much warranted.

I still felt a little bad though laying in my bed, I failed a task, a task that I was so excited to do and just chickened out after everything I had done. The shame shadowed my arousal and as hot and bothered as I still felt, as wet as my pussy was, and the hard and tenderness of my nipples. I closed my eyes and tried my best to go to sleep.

I failed my third task and this was my punishment.

Maggie's Many Slutty Tasks - Task #3 Part 1

Task 3 – Amateur Night

Let me tell you, there is a big difference between fantasy and reality. But that’s something you don’t find it, until you’ve lived your fantasy. Third task on the list was a pretty big one, it seemed the order didn’t go from easiest to most intense. I probably could have just kissed a girl, had an orgasm in public without getting caught, got to the beach and given out free hugs, but I had to go with this one, amateur night at a strip club.

To be honest when I first thought of the idea, I thought I knew everything about it, I mean, I had seen Showgirls. A small stage, people grouped around, the club being so dark and the lights on stage so bright you probably couldn’t see anyone even if you tried.  So, that’s what I pictured in my head, but it wasn’t anywhere close or as fancy as I could have imagined. The place seemed slightly run down, the stage not nearly as big or as bright as I thought and the seats much closer than I thought they were going to be.

Even worse, the drive was the hardest part, an hour-long drive really gives you time to think about what you are going to do. Most of the things I’ve done, tasks or otherwise, were usually close enough that the excitement an arousal didn’t wane and leave me thinking rationally. I started to worry that someone I may know may see me, that everyone in town knew exactly where I was going, what if I got blackmailed or things went further than I was ready for, or what if I chickened out and didn’t go through with it.

So, the million and one fears and thoughts going through my head aside, it was really hard to figure out a costume I wanted. I had seen so many movies, I wanted something sexy, but something me, so I went to my hentai thoughts instead. I wanted to reveal the girl I was under the tomboy clothes. I grabbed one of my old hoodies I didn’t care about losing, along with some cargo pants, flip flops, a black string bikini my sister had left behind and a cheap black mask my mom had used for Halloween one year. Even though I had walked around openly at a nude resort, there was something much different about being seen stripping at a sleezy club.

“I am so winning today; I got the cutest costume and everything.”

“I could so use the money; spring break is right around the corner and I want it to be fire.”

“Oh, I don’t care about the money, I just do it because it turns my boyfriend on.”

I walked in to a bunch of girls of all shapes and sizes with varying degrees of hotness signing papers, obviously all here for amateur night. Then a familiar feeling came over me, I wasn’t turned on, it wasn’t one of those feelings of fear and excitement that made me nervous but want to go further, it was just terror and without another word, I turned around and walked back to my car. Starting my engine and driving off back to home, all I felt was shame and regret. It was a task that I felt I had failed and after the nude resort, didn’t know why this one bothered me so much.

The idea of all of those random strangers watching me slowly undress, crawling around a dirty lit stage completely naked with my identity a secret with the mask. I felt my arousal start to overcome my fear, but by the time it started to kick in, it was way too late to turn back and join the amateur contest, and even worse I was having a hard time focusing on driving in my current state.

“Rest stop,” I read the sign off of the highway.

I didn’t know much about rest stops, but I just needed a private place to stop, to clear my mind. Parking and getting out, I walked over to a picnic table and was happy that it wasn’t cold out tonight for the first time in a while. It was a little dark and normally I would have been creeped out by such areas, but tonight, my mind was occupied with much different thoughts. I looked around to see no cars in sight and decided to take my flip flops off and feel the bare concrete under my feet.

“Not really that sexy, maybe I should have thought of heels.”

I placed them on the table and sat down, I had what felt like the whole place to myself, miles away from anyone and the road was far enough away that I could barely hear the cars whizzing by. There’s something at times like this that are very satisfying about being so far away from everyone, all alone.

“Well, I’ve come this far,” undoing my cargo shorts and letting them fall to my bare feet, kicking them up onto the table.

I still wasn’t that nervous, my hoodie was so long, even if someone had caught me like this, they wouldn’t know I was bottomless unless they saw the shorts on the table. The bikini top was next to go, I never liked two pieces like this, they felt tight around my body and it made me very uncomfortable, a few easy ties and it was off and joining my shorts. The bottoms came next being that it was weird to only wear one piece throwing it with the rest of my clothes. A warmth of comfort came over me as my hoodie was like a soft, comforting blanket, protecting me from the world around.

I sat up on the table and flinched, feeling the cold wood against my bare butt as my hoodie rode up as I sat down.

“I bet those men would have loved this view,” bringing my feet up onto the table, my knees closer to my chest, legs spread, showing off my bare pussy.

I could feel the gentle wind blowing up against my pussy, I reached down with my right hand to spread my lips, letting me feel even more of the breeze. The feeling was like a gentle tongue teasing my sensitive clit. I couldn’t hold back any longer, I didn’t care where I was or how public, I immediately reached for the bottom of my hoodie, pulling it up and over my head, sitting on a picnic table, in the middle of nowhere, naked, I wanted to cum so badly.

I reached down and began rubbing my clit and a single word escaped my mouth, “no.”

It wasn’t right, I had a task to do and I failed it horribly and now I was rewarding myself, what was wrong with me. I didn’t deserve an orgasm, orgasms are rewards and I deserved to be punished, and a part of me knew exactly what they had to be as I gathered my clothes and headed back to my car.

My third task was a failure, but the night was far from over.

Life Updates

Hey guys,

Currently working on the next task, also have some life changes. I am now full time at work, no longer part time, but was changed to another hotel...so that's a lot to take in. I know i'm not happy in my area, there is no way to work my way up there and I know it's probably for the best. I'm just...nervous I guess, scared, maybe a little worried I can't pull it off. Anyways, almost half way done with the task, going to try to finish it up tomorrow and then figure out what the next task after that is. Maybe orgasm in public will be it, although it feels like I slightly did during this task, but i rather not join tasks together, that's no fun.

Task #3

It looked like a tie but I could have easily chosen the easier one, it seems amateur strip night will be the next task...

What should the next task for my book be?

I would really like my patreons to take part and let me know which task you think i should write about next, or maybe make a suggestion.

Maggie's Many Slutty Tasks - Task #2

Task 2 – Go to a nude beach or resort

This next task felt like it was really hard to write about, it was intense in so many ways and I don’t mean just sexually. Usually when I’m naked in public, it’s in a way where I’m trying not to get caught. In this case though it was perfectly natural to everyone around me, except for me. If that makes any sense…

I went as early as I could which was tough, because I’m not really a morning person. But going at sunrise felt like less people would be out and about and I’d have time to get used to being naked in public being alone at first. When I arrived there was a gate fee of five dollars, which seemed strange to me, and was told it was because of my age. Not sure if that was more flattering or insulting, but I put it in the back of my mind since I had much more to handle as I found a spot at the main building.

I felt nervous enough being at a nude resort clothed, when I got out of the car, I knew I had to do something or else I was going to chicken out. Given the chance and nudity being optional, I knew at heart I would have gladly walked around clothed and not have had a second thought until I left and would have regretted it. So, I stripped right there, taking off my shirt and throwing it into the passenger seat, taking off my sandals to let me take off my cargo shorts and tossing those in as well. A wave of excitement and fear washed over me as I released the bra clasp and threw those in and with a final deep breath dropped my panties kicking them in as well and closing the door.

Beep! Beep! My car wouldn’t lock.

Trying to lock my door I realized that I had almost locked my keys, phone and wallet in the car. I grabbed my hip pack from work from the back seat and threw everything in there. It was strange wearing it naked, let alone outside of work and having just the little cover it gave, made me feel that much more exposed. Walking to the front office/store I giggled at the sign hanging over the door, no shirt no shoes no problem. At least I was wearing shoes, I couldn’t imagine my bare feet on the hot sidewalk roaming around.

When I walked in, it looked like a hotel lobby and a gas station merged together, one side for check-ins and the other with a bunch of random groceries and shirts.

“Hi there,” I jumped, startled at the sudden welcome, my hands shot up to cover my breasts and pussy as I turned around to see a woman, yawning and even worse clothed, “checking in?”

She looked at me and half giggled, “first time at a nude resort I’m guessing?”

I blushed, more because of the way I reacted rather than my state of dress, “how could you tell?”

“Well, either you’re jumpy because it’s so early, you’re normally this skittish, or it’s your first time being naked in public like this,” I lowered my arms and for a second I thought she was checking me out, but it could have been how exposed and vulnerable I felt, “you shouldn’t worry though, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

She came out from behind the desk and walked up to me closing the distance, it started feeling really weird being the only one naked, but there was no point covering now or awkwardly running away. It was strange though, the closer she got, the smaller I felt, her confidence mixed with my awkwardness made her feel like a dominating force. In my mind, I fantasized about her taking me right there, grabbing me, pressing her lips against mine, her hand pressing between my legs and forcing a finger inside of me.

Her hand grasped my shoulder and it caused me to jump and shudder, “how about I give you a little tour, things are kind of slow and I doubt anyone will be checking in this early.”

“Um, sure,” I blushed again, which with the lack of cover may have been painfully obvious, I felt like I was becoming one, big, red human looking lobster.

As we walked out, I felt a bit more comfortable for some reason, maybe it was the fact that she didn’t seem bothered by anything, so I somehow followed suit.

“We have a bar and a few restaurants,” she walked next time, if I didn’t know any better, this would have been a typical tour they would have given at any resort, except for the fact that I was naked.

We walked through a library, two pools, an indoor hot tub and an outdoor one and into the resort’s gym.

“Do you work out?” she stopped at the door for another building, looking me over again, “you look like the type that works out, I mean you look like you keep in shape.”

“I, well, I run and used to do cross-country in high school,” I honestly couldn’t tell if she was just being nice or hitting on me.

When we walked in, I started to get nervous and bashful again, the sounds of feet running on treadmills and weights being lifted and dropped echoed in the room. When we walked in a couple was running side by side on the treadmills and a man was on his back lifting dumbbells towards the back. We walked in and I couldn’t help but check out the first nudists I had ever seen, the couple were a little older than me, I could see the woman’s breasts were shockingly smaller than mine, she was trimmer and slenderer than me, walking to the front I couldn’t help to see what was below the waist. She had a small patch of pubic hair that she obviously trimmed and he wasn’t hard at all.

“Good morning,” one said and I immediately wanted to cover myself again, but a gentle hand on my back almost suggested that I didn’t have to.

“Um…good…morning,” I was so nervous, like a deer in the headlights, or a scared child.

I was led towards the weights to find a rather muscular, older male laying on the bench, lifting some rather big dumbbells, “9,10,11” his legs split as he straddled the bench. He looked over at us for a second and back up at the ceiling, “15,16,17” grunting while he counted, “18,19,20.”

I looked lower to see his cock starting to rise with his count and as he reached 30, he let the weights drop and he stood up, grabbing a towel and wiping the sweat off his head and chest, his cock hard and waving in front of him.

“It’s not polite to stare,” a whisper came from my side.

“Good morning, ladies,” his voice sent shivers through my body, his hair had a little grey, his chest hairy but strong, he was at least 5’11” it was hard for me to tell, always being so short, everyone felt like they were towering over me.

I can tell you for sure, it was a very long, very thick cock, filled with confidence…among other things. I must had been staring, licking my lips out of instinct, never been so openly welcomed to such a delicious looking piece of meat.

“Well, I’m just finishing up my tour, is there anything you need sir before we go?”

I was cut off, my dreamlike state broken as I was subtly nudged out of the gym, “just so you know, we are a family resort, although a clothing optional one, there isn’t anything sexual allowed really.”

“Oh,” I blushed again, this time out of shame, “sorry, I guess my mind just…”

“It’s ok, happens to newbies, especially the young, pretty ones their first time, but just remember that this isn’t that kind of place,” she placed her hand on my shoulder again, “I mean, sometimes people meet up and things happen in the rooms, but nothing publicly,” she winked at me, “ok?”

“Ok…”

“Well, this is the pool, I recommend all first timers to use the hot tub, it gets them relaxed and acclimated better, I’d love to stick around longer, but I’ve got to get back to work,” I felt like she was no longer interested, maybe staring at that man’s cock turned her off and it made me a little sad, “maybe I’ll catch you later.”

Strangely enough, that brought a smile to my face. It was weird to think that I was actually starting to enjoy the attention. A conservatively raised girl, who dressed like a tomboy, hid her body from the world most of her life that her friends hardly knew when she got her breasts, was now strolling around completely naked outside like it was perfectly natural. I did take her advice and go into the hot tub.

The warm water felt amazing and somewhat new against my bare skin, there was something about wearing a bathing suit that kind of almost, numbed a lot of the sensations I was now feeling. It was like I was being caressed over every inch of my body by the flow of the water, I got out to turn the jets on and for a second the feeling was almost overwhelming as the currents flowed over my skin like gentle fingers. I couldn’t help but want to touch myself, with the jets making the water murky and already being naked, it seemed pretty hard to get caught.

I slouched a little till just my neck and head were above the water, feeling covered for the first time today. Spreading my legs, I dipped a finger between my lips and could easily tell the difference between the wetness from the water and my own lubrication. I hadn’t realized how wet I had gotten and wondered if anyone had noticed since I came in. Did that front desk girl notice it, smell it? Is that why she flirted with me because she knew how turned on, I was?

I slowly circled my clit picturing her staring at my bare tits and pussy, seeing little droplets of arousal forming around my exposed lips and the smell of sex that I was given off and how embarrassing it was that she obviously knew and I didn’t. Her gawking at my ass in the mirrors of the gym without me noticing. The gym, that man, now my mind couldn’t help but go back to the image of that fantastic cock. If only I could have stayed and it was just the two of us.

"Want to spot me?" he says laying back on the bench, lifting a bar up over his head.

“I’ve never done that before and I’m kind of small, I’m not sure much help I can be.”

“That’s ok, just stand right over my head, hold the bar and give me some moral support if anything.”

I stand at the head of the bench and grasp the bar, “closer, just a step or two more forward.”

I take a step forward and my knees are pressed up against the head, “a little more forward.”

I take another step, spreading my legs with the bench between them, no nervous that I don’t realize what he’s doing, that now my pussy is mere inches away from his face and his eyes are getting a closer look than my gynecologist. When he lifts the weight up, he brings it forward and I’m not supporting the weight at all, in fact to keep a hold of it, I’m brought onto my tippy toes and when he brings it down towards his chest, I bend over to keep a hold of it drawing me more over his face, when he lifts again, I’m pulled back up forward. He lowers it back down and I feel the tip of his nose graze my clit and a moan escapes my lips.

Up again, causing me to lose my balance and let go, falling forward with my face landing into his stomach, the bar lowers onto my back, trapping me between the heavy weight and his body. His tongue exploring the folds of my pussy as I now know exactly how I landed. He is merciless in his attack, like a starved animal and as I look up, I see that glorious hard cock again, but I can’t reach it, my arms are pinned to touch it and I’m too short to do anything else. His tongue feels amazing circling my clit.

Splash, splash, “mind if we join you?” It’s the couple from the gym, “we usually take a hot shower and a dip in the hot tub after a workout to sooth our muscles.”

I slowly come back to my senses, but my hand still teases my pussy, it’s not like they know what I’m doing and they can’t see under the water, not to mention they already know I’m naked, “um sure, the more the merrier,” the more the merrier, I can’t believe I just said that.

“Well, this is my boyfriend Bill and my name is Mary, it’s a pleasure to meet you…”

“Maggie,” probably should have said a fake name, but I couldn’t think while touching myself.

“Maggie, first time here? First time at a nudist resort?”

“Um, yeah…”

“But you came alone, that’s pretty brave, I know we were nervous and we had each other, it was so crazy our first time walking around naked around complete strangers, only Bill had ever seen me naked before.”

“Yeah, it was a little scary at first, especially walking into the front lobby…well naked.”

“Well, most aren’t that open minded about this stuff or enlightened to come try it.”

I could feel my arousal starting to peak again, it was one thing doing all of this alone, it was another so close to people I never met before who were also naked, “yeah, I um, I guess I’m pretty open minded.”

“It’s hard to find such open-minded people, especially around our age,” I slightly flinched for a second, feeling her foot find my leg, her shin rubs up against my calf.

My breath started to quicken, partially from my orgasm building and the sudden sensation of her skin against mine, “really? I thought our generation was the open-minded ones.”

“They say they are, but really, a lot are just talk,” the top of her foot slithered up my leg and towards the inside of my right knee, pushing as if to make me spread my legs further, maybe to test whether I was ok with what she was doing or not.

I looked over at her boyfriend who had his head rested back on the side of the hot tub, looking up at the sky, not saying a word. He seemed to be breathing rather fast and hard as I was, but it was hard to tell from the angle his head was and the noise of the jets made it hard to hear.

If I had started later, if I had started when they first arrived instead of before, with all the thoughts running through my head, things may had gone different, I may have last longer, but the feeling of her touching me as I was masturbating, her toes inches away from my hand about to touch it and know exactly what I was doing. It took everything I had to not make a sound as I came, the only thing that I think gave me away was when my mouth slightly parted when I came. I couldn’t look away from her when I did, too afraid she’d know the truth, but I think she did as she smirked.

“Well, that’s enough hot water for us, I think I may need another shower,” she stood up, I didn’t get to see her body when she first came in, but now I had a full-on view of it as she got out, she gave her boyfriend a light slap and he suddenly came to and stood up, his cock at full attention, the water dripping off of it.

I gave a weak smile, “nice meeting you two,” Bill and I making eye contact and then I looked down to see his cock twitch.

“Oh, by the way, they don’t have any towels here unless you are staying in one of the rooms, I’ll leave mine behind, I don’t mind air drying on the walk back, feel free to return the towel when you are done, just ask where we are staying at the front desk.”

I’d like to say that I returned the towel, we had a further stimulating discussion and the next thing you know, we’re all in bed together, but this was a big step for me as it was, I was going to do something like that just yet. I went to the front desk and ran into the girl there, whose name I never got that day and dropped off the towel saying it was a nice young couple by the name of Bill and Mary. She offered to take it back to them, I can only imagine how that turned out. That was the end of my second task.

Going Illustrated

So, an illustrator I know from literotica who has made one of my stories into a comic is now thinking of doing another story. Here are some covers he did, I hope he does it, it's actually kind of exciting to see it rather than just read it.

Warm Weather

Finally able to get research for another task, heading to a nude resort...nervous, scared and excited all at the same time.

Maggie's Many Slutty Tasks - Task #1

Introduction

To start with, let me just say, the first task wasn’t as amazing as you may have thought it would be. Last we left off I was completely naked, in an airplane bathroom, with a stranger sitting a few seats over from me, about to live the wet dream he’s had since he was old enough to masturbate. They say that dreams that feel like minutes or hours may last just a few seconds in reality and in his case, his fantasy lasted a few seconds. Just barely pulling it out and touching it, I didn’t have to do a single thing before he started shooting cum all over my chest and stomach.

I’m not sure if that says something about me, him or both, but I’ll always remember him for being the fastest and most self-sufficient man to ever have a sexual experience with. So much so that he immediately left after he came, went back to his seat, put his headphones on and didn’t look at me or say a single word for the rest of the flight. I’d let you all know the rest of the details, sitting there pretty much naked, getting my bag and making my way through a crowd, groped, teased with the embarrassing uber ride home and sneaking past my half-awake parents without the realizing I was walking in the way I was dressed, still smelling of the cum of the stranger on the plane.

Honestly, none of that is important, what’s important is the future, and this written record of what is about to happen. I’m writing this to strangers that don’t even know me, strangers that will probably masturbate to the thought of the many things I want to do and the things they suggest I do, to find new sexual experiences, share my arousing humiliations and exciting public escapades. That’s right, I’m talking to you, and for the rest of this book, I’ll be asking you and others, what slutty new task they want me to try.

Now I know I said, the airplane was the first task, but just to make this fair and since it wasn’t that exciting, let’s start this book with the true first task.

Task #1 – Masturbate While on the Phone

Now I actually put some thought into this one before I actually did it. I had to call up Disney about making reservations for my sister’s trip with her husband and new there were going to be times that I was going to be put on hold. My weapon of choice was the vibrator one of my Patreon followers got for me, later though I really want a vibrator that’s sound reactive, but this is all I had for now. So, the game was, every time I would be talking to a person the vibrator would be on its lowest setting and when I would be on hold, it would go to high.

I made sure to do it late at night with my parents asleep, even with the door closed and locked an unwanted knock would have ruined the mood. Not to mention the awkward questions, I mean, I think in my mind, my parents don’t believe I’m sexual at all, that I’m so pure that I don’t even masturbate or even think of sex. That’s just a long an awkward explanation in itself, but to sum it up for those that don’t know me, my parents are super religious, conservative people, who probably think sex is only for making babies. They aren’t bad people they’d give you the shirt off of their backs to people in need, but aren’t that open minded to a lot of the things that have changed over the last decade.

Anyways, when the night finally came, my parents were fast asleep and I called up the 24/7 number to start planning their vacation. I got ready by stripping completely naked and getting myself comfortable in front of my computer at my desk, my vibrator all charged up and sitting by the keyboard about to have a fun adventure.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

I couldn’t help but start teasing my clit, waiting for the line to pick up, a recorded series of messages started asking to where I want to be directed to as I ran circles around my sensitive little nub and as I slipped my fingers down lower, I was already wet in anticipation.

“Hi this Mark with vacation planning, how can I help you today?”

That was my cue, and I started up the vibrator and brought it to my clit, even on the lowest setting it felt so intense, I wasn’t sure why I was feeling so sensitive, but it wasn’t helping.

“Hello?”

“Yes, um, sorry, I’m planning a vacation for my sister.”

I just started and my brain was already in a fog, and I know this guy wasn’t in the same room as m, but it almost felt like he was and I was sitting in front of him, completely naked, playing with myself as he was just trying to do his job. With each question, it felt like I was taking a drunk test and in a way I kind of was, drunk on arousal and lust.

“Do you know what hotel they would like to stay at?”

“Either the Polynesian or Contemporary, but I don’t think they would mind one of the smaller hotels from the 3rd to the 10th.”

“Do you mind if I put you a short hold to check the availability?”

“Um, not at all…”

The music started playing, “let’s get down to business,” I hit the button twice on the vibrator and it ramped up instantly to high. The tiny pocket rocket was becoming more rocket than pocket, sending waves of pleasure through my clit. The phone slipped out of my hand and hit the floor.

“This isn’t going to work.”

I should have planned ahead, gotten my hands free so I wouldn’t have had to worry about holding it. In my work bag I usually keep my wired headphones, a cheap pair that I won’t care if they broke or not. Don’t you just hate having to get up when you’re just comfortably naked and masturbating. So, there I was, headphones plugged in, Disney music playing and my vibrator on my already sensitive clit on high. I’ve always been one to enjoy edging, keep myself on the verge or orgasm, feeling it build and build. How good the pleasure felt, the frustration of stopping myself before each orgasm whether by taking the stimulus away or mentally holding myself off.

“Mmmm, mmph, mmph,” a few moans escaped my lips, but I didn’t care being on hold and with both hands free I could now tease my nipples.

“Hello, sorry about the wait, we do have availability at the Polynesian and All-Star Music,” I immediately stopped mauling my own tits and tried desperately to put the vibrator back on low, “there seems to be some static, are you near any electronics ma’am?”

If he only knew what I was doing, “just my computer, I’ll step away from it.”

“Do you have any discounts, annual passholder, DVC, cast member?”

“Um, cast member…” even on low, it was bringing me to a boil and I bit my lip to not make any noise.

I gave him my employee number and he put me back on hold. I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to last with it on high and I wasn’t sure if the better idea was to just orgasm now or keep holding off. Either way I was about to make a choice, either I had to hold it off, or orgasm right here and I decided after not being able to cum this morning because I was late for work, I really wanted to. I love that feeling, the toe-curling pleasure when you feel your body tense and you’re about to crest in a blissful release and it’s on the very edge, about to go over and…

“Hi ma’am, we put the discount in for friends and family, you’ll just have to show proof and have a down payment for the first half.”

Shit his timing couldn’t be any worse, and even taking the vibrator away, I was too far gone at this point. If this orgasm was like jumping into a pool, I was already in mid-air about to get very, very, wet. My back arched, my toes pointed, my body tensed and before a moan escaped my lips as I bit down on my hand.

“Ma’am do you have a card for the payment?”

“MMmm, yes! Yes! Just a moment, let me get it,” I messaged my sister hoping she was still up, my fingers frantically typing as the orgasm rolled over my body, I didn’t know you needed a down payment!

I put the vibrator on the desk and it started making a loud noise so I grabbed it without thinking and put it on the soft material of my chair and started texting my sister.

“Hey sis, you awake? I need a card to make a down payment for the hotel…”

Please be up, please be up, fuck, the vibrator rolled between my legs and right up against the bottom of my pussy. I grabbed for it, looking for the button the tip rubbing between my folds, sending shivers through my body and nearly making my eyes roll again.

“Yeah, I was just about to get to bed, why are you up so late?”

“The card ma’am?”

Great now was I not only having an orgasm with a random stranger on the phone but also while texting my sister. Then even worse, the next message didn’t come from my sister, but, my brother-in-law with the card information for payment. I felt like I was sitting in a room with 3 people, naked and masturbating and the worse part was picturing their reactions.

“Here is the card number **** **** **** ****, expiration date **/** and the code on the back ***”

“Name on the card Ma’am?”

“Derek ******”

“I’m sorry ma’am but I need the owner of the card to give me permission and I’m assuming you aren’t a Derek.”

“I can three-way the call, just a moment,” three-way, I almost giggled to myself as I was about to have a “three-way” with a random stranger and my brother-in-law.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“Hey Derek, I can’t give them your card, I need you to, I have the planner on three-way so you can give him permission.”

I remembered the task while they were talking, but since I failed to keep up the speed, I set it to medium as punishment. I was the only one to blame for not coming up with more rules in case I came, or maybe I just didn’t want them to see how many times in a row I could make myself cum without getting caught. Now I wasn’t just on the phone with a random stranger but a family member who knew me, even if it was just an in-law. I was really thankful that he was the one talking now since all of my attention was going to keeping quiet and all the dirty thoughts starting to rise in my mind. There’s just something about thinking about the taboo that makes it that much hotter, don’t you think?

When I get turned on, I tend to be my own worst enemy, wanting things to get darker and even more risky than I originally planned. I decided I wanted control completely taken out of my hands for the rest of the talk, so I took a large bandage and tapped the vibrator in the middle and then placed it so that it was right between my slit and left it on medium. As turned on as I was medium was just enough to get me close but without making me cum at the moment.

Listening to them talk, I just felt like the invisible, naked girl in the room that no one noticed, that just happened to be masturbating. It wasn’t far from normal though, in life, my hoodie was kind of like my cloak of invisibility and no one really noticed me. A part of me kind of wish they knew, I mean a stranger knowing I’m playing with myself sounded kind of hot, even worse was my brother-in-law knowing about it seemed even hotter with how wrong it was.

I thought about accidentally sending a pic, letting a moan slip from my slips, opening up the blinds to add the extra fear of being caught by some rando on the street. The hornier I got, the dirtier my thoughts until I couldn’t help but imagined riding Derek, me sitting on his lap, ridding him and my hips took a mind of their own as I dry humped the chair.

“Oh, god,” slipped from my slips, I must have put too much pressure on the vibe and it went from medium to high.

“Everyone ok there?”

“Yup, yeah, everything’s good, just rolled over my foot.”

But it wasn’t ok, I was heading towards another mind-blowing orgasm and even worse, the vibrations and angle started pushing the small bullet inside of me and I heard stories of having to go to the hospital for lost toys. I ripped my panties off and pulled at the bandage. In hindsight I should have shaved before doing this as hairs were painfully yet pleasurably pulled from my body.

I felt the bullet slowly slip in and stuck two fingers inside of my pussy looking to pull it out and once I was able to get a hold of it, I felt a sense of relief until the tip hit a spot inside of me that I had never felt before. I clapped my free hand over my mouth, still holding onto my panties, I could smell myself so strongly off of them, feel the wetness over my mouth and nose. My devious mind took hold and took my panties into my mouth, gagging myself as I came. It’s hard to describe what I tasted, sweet and yet salty at the same time with a little sourness…I also didn’t realize how embarrassing it is to describe how my pussy tastes being that I’m tasting my own and how many people actually taste themselves…but it just turned me on more and made me feel every dirtier.

“Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“Not that I know of…Maggie?”

“Maggie?”

I was so lost in my orgasm that I was in a world of my own, that I had no idea how much time had passed with me being completely silent on the phone.

“She must have gotten disconnected.”

“Thank you for your time and have a magic day Sir.”

“You too.”

Just as quickly as it started it was over, I must have sat their reeling over the intense orgasm I just had, the euphoric bliss that followed and my panties sat in my mouth till the flavor was all gone. That was the end of my first task.

Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 10.5

My body felt like as I walked down the aisle and to the back of the plane towards the rear bathroom. It felt like everyone’s eyes were on me, judging me, knowing exactly why I was going back there. But with each step, my mind wandered back and was trying to figure out how this whole thing started. What brought me to this point that I was walking down an airplane, practically naked, about to know god knows what with a random stranger I’ll be sitting next after for the next few hours, knowing exactly what I am.

“Hey, senior year of school, excited for it to be all over with?” it was my sister calling out from the kitchen to her guest bedroom.

“I guess, although I’m kind of scared about college and all of that.”

“Don’t be, it’s the most fun you’ll have, it was the most fun I ever had.”

“But you know mom and dad, what kind of fun will I have with them constantly looking over my shoulder?”

I guess if I were honest, this is when it all started, that time I visited my sister in Georgia, the first time that fantasy was planted in my head without even knowing it.

“Well, I’m off, I’ll see you after work,” my sister walked in, all dressed up, coffee tumbler in hand, “hey don’t stay in all day, get some fresh air, if you head out and right down the street, there’s a cool nerdy shop you may like, you should check it out.”

At the moment I was too busy playing Pokemon Go, to take in everything she said, but heard nerdy shop and a direction, “ok have fun at nerd work, I’ll see you later.”

“Love you,” she said as she headed out, the sound of a door closing not far behind.

When all the pokemon around me had been caught, I decided to take her advice and get some fresh air. Put on some cargo shorts, an old Blink 182 shirt and my favorite hoodie and headed out. I hit the down button to the elevator and was surprised when a middle age man in a suit looking down at his phone, walked out colliding right into me.

“Oh, I’m sorry, not my floor,” he walked back in, eyes still never leaving his phone.

I walked in, somewhat flustered, half annoyed that he wasn’t paying attention, the other half…he was kind of cute and I could still smell his cologne on me. I knew he wasn’t paying attention to me because of his phone, but after so many years of experience, I really just felt invisible to men in general. Looking at my reflection in the elevator doors I could see why, couldn’t see my curves because of the bulkiness of my hoodie and the boyish lines of the shorts, my short hair almost screamed child instead of woman.

Ding!

The doors opened and he walked out without a word or a glance in my direction. I walked out and out the door, taking a left and heading straight down the road.

“Maybe some nerds will notice me…”

The walk was a lot longer than the, “around the corner” my sister insisted on. I eventually found a store that sounded like it matched her description, although the guys coming out looked a little sketchy, but nerds were usually creepy, so I wrote that off as well. I walked in and was met with a weird glance from the guy behind the counter. I looked around and didn’t see any comics, action figures or cards, but maybe by nerdy, she meant arcade…I walked towards the back thinking the arcade was in the back, away from any light up front, but only saw rooms and doors.

The further I walked back, the stronger the smell of sweat, musk and another thing I could place. Odd sounds of screams and moans, which I thought were horror games became more apparent with each step. A light bled through one of the doors that weren’t fully clothed and I walked over, my curiosity peeking as I peeked through to see what was going on. The first surprise was seeing a screen as a young girl was being fucked by 3 black guys but as my gaze went down, something even more shocking hit me. A woman completely naked, bent over between the two walls, massaging her bare breasts and moaning.

She pulled back and the cock once hidden was now in full view in front of her, glistening with her saliva, she reached up and started to stroke it, mouth open in front of her face.

Knock! Knock!

Came sounds from the other side of the wall and with a loud grunt that even I could hear was followed by globs of cum shooting all over her face and landing into her mouth.

I was raised a good Christian girl, I had never watched porn, never thought of masturbating, never seen a cock or another naked woman in my life. Another knock came from behind her and she got down on her knees, a sudden appearing from behind and she squatted down in front of him, spreading her legs, face covered in cum, let one hand go down between her thighs as I watched her start to play with herself.

The door to the right opened and for the second time in a day a guy collided into me, however, this man looked at me with a small, glancing over me in a way that made me blush, “waiting for your turn princess, maybe I should stay for such a pretty little thing next.”

He walked back in; I caught a glimpse of the woman through the crack who now met my eyes and smiled motioning me to come in and join her. My head felt light, it was hard to breathe, I felt hot all over, but instead of going in, fear took over and I immediately bolted back to the front and out the door.

That night, once the fear passed and I knew my sister and brother-in-law was asleep, I stripped and masturbated to so many orgasms, it was as if I was making up for lost time. I imagined myself there, naked, blindfolded, tied up and used by those creepy, disgusting men. Cummed in and on, exposed for what I wanted to be, a slut that men just not noticed, but desired. Who knew one wrong turn would change my life.

It wasn’t long before I entered that four knocks came through the bathroom door and I opened it to a man waiting intently to see what was going to happen next.

“Do you desire me?”

“Y-y-y-y-yes I do,” he stuttered.

I pulled off the hoodie and let it drop to the ground, completely exposing me to this random stranger whose eyes were growing wider by the second, “prove it.”

He walked in, closing the door behind him, pressing me up against the wall in the small bathroom, a voice echoed in my head as he began kissing and sucking on my neck, “join the mile high club, consider this your first task.”

“My first?” I thought.

“The first of your many slutty tasks to come.”

[Well that's finally the end of this book, next one is to come and I'm excited for it. Not only will it be tasks suggested by my fans, but some of them might not be as fiction as you think. The only thing will be, will you all be able to tell the difference between fiction and fantasy...or am I just that good of a writer than you can't already.

Maggie's Many Slutty Tasks, coming soon.]

Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 10.4

My legs closed shut and I felt a wave of shame wash over me. I immediately stood up, grabbed my bag and started to make my way onto the plane, walking in I passed a guy who looked very familiar, but in my current state, couldn’t really think so clearly. His name tag said Taylor, and I kept repeating it in my head trying to figure out where I had seen him last, but nothing came to mind. When I got to my seat, I realized it was next to one of the emergency exits with a lot of leg room which made me very happy. Sitting down and being as tiny as I did made the seats seem huge and comfy and I dropped my bag on the floor and stared out the window.

My mind began wandering again to Nat, wondering why she had just abandoned me, I knew leaving me just a bag and a hoodie was just another little twisted game of hers, but the fact she didn’t stick around to at least say goodbye was kind of heartless of her. I felt a few bumps next to me, the people talking all around began deafening the voice in my head which kept switching between how much I loved Nat and hated her at the same time and in no time at all, everyone had boarded and sat at their seats.

“Excuse me Ms, Ms, excuse me,” there was a tap on my shoulder from the man next to me who pointed at the flight attendant.

“Oh, I’m sorry, yes?”

“Since you’re in the emergency aisle, you’re going to have to stow your bag in the overhead compartment, I’m really sorry about that.”

I unbuckled my belt and stood up, and walked to the row to put my bag up, the door was still open but being so short, was kind of hard to get it up there and the higher I tried to stand and the further I tried to reach, the farther up the hoodie started to go. I could feel myself about to be exposed at any second and put my foot up on the seat and lunged up to shove my bag in, not realizing the view I was giving the man on the aisle seat, with my leg up, he could see right up my hoodie and was staring directly at my bare pussy.

I got back down and made my way back to my seat, trying to act like everything was perfectly normal, completely oblivious to anything he may had seen. Deep inside I was so embarrassed that it felt like my whole body had turned red and could only imagine what he was thinking that I was just not wearing panties but anything at all for that matter below my hoodie. I stared back out the window once I sat down, too embarrassed to look at the people around me, afraid that everyone knew exactly what I was wearing and how slutty they thought I was. I couldn’t blame them though, I was practically naked, showing off my ass and pussy to everyone, I would think the same if I saw someone like me do the same.

“Let’s face it, you’re a slut,” it sounded like Natalie, but she wasn’t anywhere around me, “you know it’s true.”

I looked around, but no one was talking, the guy next to me seemed a bit older, wearing a button-down shirt, tie and black slacks was reading through his phone and not paying any attention to me. The guy on the aisle seat however kept trying to steal glimpses of my legs from the looks of it, but was not brave enough to look much higher.

“You’re enjoying the attention aren’t you, you like him looking at your bare legs, you wish you could show him more, don’t you?”

I looked back at him again, fidgeting with the hem of my hoodie, deep down I did, I wanted to show him more, I wanted to feel his touch, for him to use me, but even through everything, I still felt like it wasn’t right.

“It’s ok.”

I lifted the hem up just a little, but it felt like I exposed so much, even less than an inch, felt like I was about to show off everything, and with how short the hoodie was and how little I was wearing, it was true. For all I knew, one more tiny tug would show off my pussy, expose me to the world, let them see exactly what I was hiding.

I was so lost in thought, I hadn’t realized we were about to take off, the man next to me finally put away his phone and held onto the arm rests, his hand was so close to my leg that I thought he was going to touch it and my skin and my leg instinctively lifted as if it wanted him to. Just a finger, just the tip, just run it across my skin, I want to be touched and then take more.

“If you want him to touch you, touch him.”

Before long we were up in the air and the seatbelt sign turned off and the man was once again back on his phone scrolling through it.

“I think you need some instruction, or you’re just going to sit there the whole flight.”

This voice commanded me like a hidden director behind the scenes, a force I couldn’t find, “unbuckle your belt and get up already.”

I did just that, holding the hem of my hoodie down as I stood up and walked, “now lean over to the man that has been trying to sneak peaks at you since you showed him your slutty pussy.”

I leaned over, not sure what I was supposed to do next, not sure if this was just a way to let him see down my hoodie or get close enough to tease him, I did notice the bulge in his pants and wondered how long that was there.

“Whisper in his ear to knock 4 times on the bathroom door in 5 minutes.”

Update

Hey everyone,

Thought I would give you an update with how crazy things have been. Other than having to wake up at 4am for certain volunteering stuff I did at work, to the AC being broken since thanksgiving and now my dad's company threatening to let him go. It's just been, well not a lot of fun and i'm thankful a friend took me in or else I would have died, my room was 81 degrees. Well trying to best finish up this book and already have a ton of ideas for the next one, such things as, Visit a nude resort, go strip at a strip club for amateur night, wear a tight shirt or bikini top with a free hugs sign, stuff like that, stuff that may not be fiction... anyways I hope everyone is doing well this holiday season.

Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 10.3

I quickly pulled the hoodie down to cover myself while looking around for a split second to see who noticed, but felt my cheeks and chest instantly grow warm and red with embarrassment and put my hand over my face, marched myself into the airport past a few cat calls and whistles and a woman mumbling slut under her breathe. I couldn’t believe the day had hardly begun and I’d already been seen naked several times by who knows how many people and am still walking around in less clothing than I would in my own room. But I was soon to learn, this was barely the beginning.

Walking through the cold airport made me feel more self-conscious with every step. I felt like I was practically walking around in a tiny bath towel, even with my arms fully covered and the thickness of the material that started to feel paper thin as my nipples got hard. The worse part was not knowing if it was because the coldness of the terminal or if I was possibly getting aroused from the fear of getting caught and the stares of the people around me. For all I knew not a single person was looking at me, but in my mind, I was in a spotlight that was chasing me, setting all eyes on me.

“Please set your things on the conveyor ma’am,” a security woman spoke standing in front of me.

“Oh, sorry, daydreaming,” now the embarrassment shifted to looking like such an airhead, not realizing I had walked all the way to security being so distracted.

I looked up and was met with a woman who didn’t seem that amused with me or the day she was having. Took my bag, and put a hand out waiting for me to give her something.

“Your shoes ma’am,” I looked down to see I was just wearing flip-flops, confused why she would need them, but decided it was best not to argue with airport security.

I reached down, lifting each leg to grab them, feeling even more naked now than when I first entered, as my feet touched, the cold tile floor. I handed them to her, and with a slap, she tossed them into the bin along with my bag and pushed it forward into the machine.

“Step forward please,” another voice came from behind a wall, urging me to go into the scanner where I saw a business man just turn and walk out after raising his arms up and my heart sank.

I walked in and worried that if I raised my arms too high, the hoodie would come crawling up and expose my bottomless state. I lifted them just slightly hoping that was good enough, already feeling the material clinging to the curves of my ass, threatening to rise higher.

“Higher please ma’am.”

I raised them slightly higher, looking around to see the security woman behind not intently staring at me, another at the end with my bag watching as well and a slowly growing number of people in line watching for their turns to be scanned, growing more and more irritable by the second. I lifted slightly hire and felt the bottom of my ass cheeks start to peek as the material rubbed along my skin.

“Over your head ma’am!”

I jumped, scared now that I was about to be pulled aside and arrested, the hem of the hoodie humping to half of my ass, my pussy must have obviously been on display but hoping that turned to the side, no one could see it and just think I was wearing some slutty high rising shorts, which seems a better image than being completely bottomless.

“Next please!”

I walked out and a man in his mid 50’s walked to the side and in a daze, I slowly left the scanner and began to walk away.

“Ma’am please wait,” the man said stopping me in my tracks, I turned around, half out of it and saw him holding my sandals and bag, “you forgot these.”

I took the sandals and grabbed onto one of the arm straps of the bag, he let go of my one but held firmly on my bag, holding me there for a second, I looked up to meet his eyes, his breathing was kind of quickened, his cheeks slightly red and a tiny bit of sweat on his brow was all I noticed, “have a safe flight now.”

I took my bag and walked off, dropping my sandals in a corner and putting them on before pulling on my ticket and trying to find the gate for my flight. I don’t know what it was, but all my senses and especially my arousal were all on overdrive, fueled by my fear of being exposed. It was getting so intense that I could feel my legs shake at the thought of being exposed again, causing me to drip down my thigh to the point that I could feel small drops around my ankles. My nipples rubbing up against the inside of Nat’s hoodie switched between soft teasing sensual rubs to rough sandpaper as the pain and pleasure caused them to soften and harden with each movement.

When I finally got to my gate, my flight was still an hour before boarding and I was a hot mess, something I thought I would be used to by now. I took a seat facing away from everyone until a couple decided to sit across from me. All the seats in the whole area and they had to choose one across from me. I kept my legs tightly shut, crossing them just made the hoodie right up, my hands were so cold I kept them in the pockets, but it felt like temptation to wanting to touch myself with such easy access. That made me wonder if Natalie modified this hoodie recently because she knew, or it had always been like that and she knew.

Every minute felt like an eternity and my fingers couldn’t help but play with the hole in my hoodie, teasing it as if to say, just put your hand through and scratch that itch. My thighs would rub together, my teeth gently biting my lip and my breathing starting to quicken. I hadn’t even come close to touching myself yet, but my body was screaming for it and to my dismay it hadn’t gone unnoticed. I looked up to see the guy looking away from his girlfriend every so often and giving me quick glimpses. When our eyes met, he quickly looked away and tried his hardest to give all his attention to her once again, but couldn’t help adjust his pants at the obvious erection that was growing.

My legs slowly started spreading, not enough to be obvious, but just enough that if you were to look at me you may get a glimpse that nothing was underneath. His eyes met mine again and wanted to look down, his expression looked like he was asking both me and himself if it was ok to look and a part of me really wanted to as I reached through the whole and began to spread my lips.

“Now boarding, now boarding,” shocked me back to reality.