Maggie Hill

Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 6.4

I did as she told me, not sure exactly what for, until I felt the feeling of cold steel close around my wrists. Then she unbuttoned the cuffs of the coat and closed them so that the cuffs were hidden, even the chain going between my wrists could barely be seen since it was covered by the material around it.

She then walked ahead opening the door and holding it open for me to leave the room. I should have been worried about how helpless I now was, the butt plug she had control over, the trench coat that was either acknowledging I was naked underneath of a breeze away from exposing me to a random stranger. Instead, as always when I wore heels, I was more worried about falling flat on my face. That’s until I felt Nat’s hand on the small of back as she began to massage in a spot that was turning me on so much. It was a spot that I would feel tense up whenever I would have an orgasm and even the slightest pressure on it would make me think how it would feel when I arched my back to an intense orgasm.

It was my on button, the button that turned off my inhibitions, got my pussy dripping wet and my dirty imagination running wild. We walked into the elevator; a couple was already in there, along with a business man holding a briefcase. Natalie squeezed us into the back behind the couple and me in the middle between her and the businessman. As the elevator took us down, she snuck her hand under my coat from behind and reached up to toy with my pussy. A small gasp just managed to escape my lips before I could stop it and I coyly looked to my left trying not to be too subtle as to see if the man next to me had noticed.

I couldn’t tell for sure, but it felt like he was trying to catch glimpses or me without turning his head. That wasn’t the worst of my problems as it felt like Natalie was trying to make me orgasm right then and there. Her fingers were rubbing my clit while she did her best not to make her arm move that much. The sudden assault on my pussy made it hard to control my breathing and I felt in such close quarters everyone could tell that I was breathing hard. I swear for a second, I saw the woman reach up to play with her necklace or shirt collar while her other went to the front of her boyfriend’s pants. Maybe it was just a coincidence, there’s no way she could be getting turned on by me and starting her own little fun right in front of us with 3 random strangers in the elevator with her.

Ding!

The doors opened and we reached the bottom floor, just as quickly as Natalie had begun playing with me her now wet fingers left my coat as she shoved me out of the elevator rudely in front of everyone. I really wanted to look back to see if the girl’s hand really was where I thought it was but as a parting gift, Natalie raised the back of my coat to give them a good look at my naked, plugged ass. I’ve learned that being flashed is bad enough, but letting them see your face and expression on top of that was even worse. I could only picture the looks on their faces as they saw not only my exposure but the slutty plug too and mmmm, how turned on that girl must have been while she stroked her boyfriend who was now thinking how naked I was under the coat.

“Natalie, what the hell, we might run into them at the hotel again?!?!”

“Wouldn’t that be nice though, I bet that couple has some sort of kinky threesome fantasy you could finally fulfill for the.”

“You really think, no, come on, what if they complain and we get kicked out.”

“Trust me, we’re in San Fran, they’re used to all sorts of crazy stuff here.”

“Ok as long as you’re,” I paused, Nat turned on the plug in my ass, it was a low-level vibration, but enough to catch me off guard that I had to stop and hold the wall to catch my balance.

“Keep walking my little slut, or else, punishment.”

“Punishment, what kind of punishment could you do out in public like this?” was a question I knew I was going to regret as soon as the words came out of my mouth.

Natalie answered with her actions now rather than her words and with a pair of tiny scissors she brought with her, the very bottom button of the coat was cut off and now the once modest coat that was right above my knees, allowed exposure to my mid-thigh.

“Do you need another punishment?” she eyed me with an evil grin that I’ve learned so well.

“No Ma’am, I understand.”

“So, walk my pet.”

We walked, I wasn’t sure where we were walking to, partially because I didn’t know the area and partially because my thoughts were preoccupied elsewhere. Being struggling for my newly discovered feelings for Nat, the way I was dressed and now this torture device of a butt plug keeping me aroused, I could have probably walked off a cliff and not noticed till it was too late. Eventually as we continued to walk, my mind became solely focused on my arousal. I mean could you blame me, I had a vibrator in my ass gently teasing me with each step I took as I was on the verge of being exposed and with my hands cuffed behind my back, had no way of satisfying my urge, even if I wanted to do that in public.

“Does my little pet need some relief?”

By the way she said that, I felt more like she was asking her dog if she needed to pee. Something about how degrading that made me felt just added fuel to my already inferno of arousal.

“Come on this way,” she poked my arm and pointed off to the park, I was almost worried that she was going to make me pee in public and that I suddenly became her new, actual, pet.

Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 6.3

After she came, I stood up and put on the best naughty smile I could and kissed her again, our tongues dancing, her taste still lingering on my lips and tongue.

“Ok, wait here and I’ll get your outfit ready for today.”

She left the shower, not a lost step in her stride, I kind of felt disappointed that she wasn’t a bit wobblier as she wrapped a towel around herself and walked out of the bathroom. I on the other hand pressed my back, back up against the cold tile wall feeling like I was about to have a small panic attack. I hated that in my head, she had rejected me when I didn’t even really know what she would have done. So, I just stood there and waited for her to tell me to come in, which wasn’t long, as she came back in, dry and dressed telling me that she had my outfit and fun all ready for today.

“Are you sure you’re ok,” she gave me a look as I got out of the shower, I didn’t know what tipped her off this time, I had a big smile on my face, I looked her in the eyes, I thought I looked rather cheerful in my head.

“Um, would you be after the orgasm you gave me?”

“Good point, you just seem a bit off that’s all, you know you can tell me anything right?”

“Of course, I know that, after everything I’ve told you about me so far, why would I possible hold back now?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

“I’m fine, I’m just processing a lot from this trip.”

“Ok, well if you want to talk about it or feel I’m pushing you too hard or far, you’d let me know right?”

“Yes,” I walked up to her and put my arms on her shoulders, “I’ll let you know,” and I gave her a little peck on the lips.

Oh shit, that’s something a couple would do, that was just too romancy and not slutty. While I kept my smile, my inside me was freaking out and in a fetal position.

“Well, ok, clothes and accessories are on the bed, go get dressed.”

I dried off and walked over to the bed, there was a coat, the butt plug from the art class that I now know is a remote-controlled vibrator, some lube as well and some 4-inch black heels that made me cringe. I could do the butt plug, hell I could do handcuffs, nipple clamps, that pussy thing she put on me, practically anything, but heels were just a nightmare for a tomboy like me that I just hadn’t mastered yet. I was thinking I rather have Jake ass fuck me than have to wear those heels, but if that’s what she wanted, I couldn’t go against it.

I picked up the coat thinking there was going to be the rest under it, but there was nothing else, “Hey Nat, where’s the rest?”

“What do you mean rest, that’s it.”

“Um, it’s just a coat, butt plug and, ugh, heels.”

“Yup that’s everything, trust me, it’ll be fun, time to get you out of your shell.”

I worried that that statement meant, out of my shell, I’ve been naked, fucked, naked and fucked in front of a classroom full of people my age while being drawn and a list of things so long it would rival a phone, what did she mean? I now felt that if I argued with her it was going to bring something else up and to be honest, my fear was fueling my arousal. To tease her I started with the heels, something about a naked woman wearing just heels I learned turned on men so much, why not her. I saw she was looking on her phone trying to play it chill but her biting her lip was a sure tell that it was working and made me feel confident about myself once again.

The butt plug was next and got the lube and applied it all over, then my finger and lubed up my asshole as well as I could. After being fucked in the ass so much you wouldn’t think I would have a problem, but somehow it always managed to get nice and tight after without having been used constantly. The coldness of the steel, the slight pain as I was stretched, the feeling of it filling me as it slowly went in, turned me on so much that I thought I was going to gush the second it got in.

“Turn it on please.”

“Oh god, I am so turned on.”

She laughed, “no turn on the plug, press the jewel and wait till it buzzes.”

I did and felt the buzz, the familiar buzz from before that I thought was just me, but ended up being the indicator that the toy was turned on and connected. I then put the coat on, it wasn’t too bad, a little bit more modest length wise than some things she had made me wear lately and reached just above my knees, the top though definitely showed a bit of cleavage and made me worry that people would know I wasn’t wearing a top underneath this or worse, anything at all.

When I closed it up, I did all of the buttons, tied the belt and looked over at Natalie, I had this feeling that having it this secure wasn’t going to be a thing and that she was going to make some modifications, but she didn’t. I wasn’t sure if I was more relieved or disappointed and as I turned to look in the mirror, I looked sexy, but to the average person, I doubt they would think I was just wearing a trench coat.

“Ok, let’s go,” she slapped my ass, making me jump, the sudden impact making the air flutter around my ass and pussy reminding me of how barely dressed I was, “oh one more thing though, put your hands behind your back for me.”

Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 6.2

“Get your ass in here slut!”

“Takes one to know one!”

Something made me suddenly feel really cheery all of a sudden, maybe it was just the feeling that the longer I was with Natalie the more comfortable I felt around her. I mean I did have my friends, but I couldn’t be this open with them, I mean except for Carlos, but there was a little holding back since he found through blackmail and not me openly telling him and I couldn’t joke like I just did with them either. I always felt on guard or worried that if I said something I was going to lose them, but that wasn’t the case with Natalie. I felt like she was totally supportive and I could trust her.

When I finally got up and walked to the bathroom there she was, washing her hour, back away from the shower head and this strange feeling came over me, I mean I know she’s attractive but now I was thinking, wow, she’s kind of hot. I couldn’t help but bite my lip as I started checking her out, her beautiful face with her pout lips, her pert breasts, tight stomach and sexy ass, not to mention that pussy that was so delicious. What the fuck…I mean I know I’m bi, women are attractive, but was I falling for Natalie. I mean she’s been so supportive of me, and this trip and everything we’ve been through and she makes me feel like me and…oh crap.

“What’s taking you so long, get in here!”

I made my way in, half blushing with embarrassment, half flushed with arousal, it felt different somehow now. She wasn’t just my sex buddy, my running partner, my high school friend, she was someone I was growing more and more attracted to. I walked in but for the first time, felt bashful around her, bashful around the person that just went down on me, what was wrong with me?!?!

“You ok? You’re acting weird,” it must have been the fact that I couldn’t bring myself to look at her for some reason or maybe it was that being naked around her felt suddenly so exposing and my body language wasn’t helping.

One arm was slightly up to cover my breasts while my hand only slightly covered my pussy as well like I was embarrassed she was seeing me nude. That very quickly changed though as with her hand on my shoulders, I was suddenly spun around with my back up against the wall, the water cascading over my head and down my body, if that was surprising enough, Natalie’s mouth on mine as she passionately started kissing me sent me into a world of both lustful passion and confusion.

Her hand went down to my pussy, but she didn’t just go for my clit right away or start to finger me, instead she spread my lips and let the warm water do the work instead. The gentle flow teased me as her fingers held me wide open and then her middle finger went just below my clit guiding the water to focus on my sensitive little nub.

She stopped kissing me and moved her head back to look me directly in the eyes, which was hard to see with the water coming over my face, “do you trust me?”

“I do, I completely trust you,” my breathing was ragged, my knees trembled, even with this light teasing, it still felt more intense than usual just having a mind fuckingly good orgasm from Nat.

“So, what’s the problem?”

I couldn’t tell her that I was possibly having feelings for her, what if she rejected me, what if it freaked her out and she just stops this whole thing and I lose the one person I can be open and honest with. I had to change the subject, it was too soon, I couldn’t tell her just yet, so I decided to try to do the one thing that neither of us expected, I turned the tables. I grabbed her like she grabbed me and swung her around to take my place and kissed her deeply, plunging two fingers inside of her and not letting up as I fingered her and pushed my tongue into her mouth.

I knew that wasn’t going to be enough though and got down on my knees and let the tip of my tongue slip between her lips inside her slit and then drew circles around her clit.

“Mmmm, I just wanted to return the favor but didn’t think you were going to let me,” all the intensity had me breathing so hard that I hoped she wouldn’t catch up on the lie, well it wasn’t a lie I did want to return the favor, but that wasn’t what was truly on my mind.

“Then do it, you shouldn’t have to worry, if I don’t want it I’ll just say no, but in this case,” she grabbed me by the hair and pulled it so my mouth was back on her pussy once again.

If this is what it took right now to hold off on a potentially relationship damaging conservation, all the better. But my mind wasn’t helping, I went on autopilot eating her pussy while my mind played it out in my head.

“Nat, um, I think, I think I’m falling for you…”

“Falling, you mean in bed, between my legs?”

“No,” the whole conversation was if I was watching a really bad romance tv show, “I think I’m falling in love with you…”

“In love? Seriously? I’m sorry Maggie, this was just supposed to be fun, you know have a friend that I could be myself with and fuck around, a partner in pussy crime, not to mention my little fuck toy that I could enjoy whenever I wanted.”

“Oh, um, sorry, I guess it was a little too much, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Maybe we should just stop things, I don’t want you getting hurt and wanting something I can return…so,” I knew it was just in my head and to Natalie I was hopefully doing such a good job eating her out that she didn’t notice as the shower water ran over me, I felt a tear escape.

“Mmmm, mmmm, yes, yes,” I looked up to see her hands massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples, her eyes closed as she bit her lip, she was having an orgasm and I was too out of it to even notice or enjoy the buildup.

Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 6.1

Ring! Ring!

“5 more minutes, I’m exhausted, let’s just sleep in today,” I was so exhausted from yesterday I could have honestly slept for a few days and not cared, the bed was too comfy, Natalie was cuddling me and being very loving and this hotel’s room service was amazing.

I mean Nat made me always answer the door in a towel or the complimentary robe or something as equally as scandalous with nothing else that made most of the employees here completely forget to ask for a tip.

Ring! Ring!

“It’s your dad, just answer the phone already so we can get back to sleep,” her voice groggy but filled with frustration, although I couldn’t tell why she was so exhausted, I was the one getting all the attention.

My dad! That got me sitting up straight, I felt like I had just been caught and started freaking out that I was naked, in bed, with another girl even though he was calling and not actually walking into the room. I grabbed the phone and contemplated hitting decline but figured that would just make him suspicious, so I caught my breath and answered the call.

“Hey dad, sorry, had such an exhausting day yesterday that I was still sleeping when you called.”

“Oh, that’s ok princess, just checking in to see how your trip is going so far, I don’t usually go so long without talking or seeing my little girl.”

“I know, I’m sorry I didn’t call or text sooner, things have just been so crazy since we got here that I haven’t had the chance.”

“Ok, so…how was the flight?”

“The flight was ok,” there was no way I could tell him that I was stripped naked and used by the flight attendants.

“No turbulence or anything?”

Thoughts of being teased and eaten out and then fucked in the bathroom, does that count as turbulence or was that just a normal flight experience, “it got a little bumpy at times, but nothing scary, I think I slept through most of it.”

I could feel myself getting wet thinking about it and having to hide it from my father, “did you guys take a taxi into town, I remember going into San Francisco before and it was pretty hard finding a ride.”

“We found a ride rather easily actually,” it just cost me being a complete slut to get it though getting used by two random strangers, but we got it.

“How was your first day there, did Natalie show you around her school?”

“Even better, she let me sit in one of her art clas, mmph,” I felt a hand gently move its way between my legs and press a finger inside of me and I tried to turn my moan into a yawn hoping it was believable.

“Still waking up princess,” I really hoped my dad was fooled.

“Mmhmmmm, it was a really long class,” Natalie must have been just waking up, I wasn’t sure if she was doing it out of instinct or because she loved messing with me, or maybe both as she began nibbling on my neck.

I hit the mute button on the phone, “Jesus Nat, I’m on the phone with my father, what are you doing?!?!”

“Having some fun, I bet deep, deep,” she slipped under the covers and I felt her make her way between my legs, spreading them with her hands and moving me so that I was on my back.

I heard some muffle noises from the phone, my dad was still talking but I could really make it out, I picked it up and tried to hit mute but hit speaker instead, “princess, are you there?”

I quickly hit the mute button, “sorry dad, could you say that again, my signal isn’t so great here.”

“Isn’t Natalie an art major?”

I was trying desperately to take it off of speaker but as I was focused enough to hit the button, I felt Natalie stick her tongue inside of me and I dropped the phone somewhere in the covers, “yeah, she does traditional, drawing stuff,” my brain was not working, being half awake and having my pussy tongue fucked was not helping my vocabulary.

“So, drawing fruit and stuff like that?”

“Natalie, Natalie!” I whispered sternly hoping my dad wouldn’t hear, but he was on speakerphone, how could he not.

“Is Natalie there?”

“Yeah, I’m just trying to get her to wake up, we had plans and she hasn’t even started to get ready, but, they were actually drawing people,” I had to keep his attention off of me and Natalie and more on boring art stuff, maybe if I kept talking about stuff that bores him he would end the call before I got caught.

She wasn’t making it easy though, it almost felt like it was a challenge for her to see if she could make me slip up.

“Models and stuff like that, it wasn’t one of those nude art class things, was it?”

“Ohhh!” a finger shoved up my ass definitely caught me off guard and caused me to arch my back, my mouth wide open in a silent scream and my eyes shut tightly as I held back my oncoming orgasm, and through sheer force of will managed to get the words out, “it was, it wasn’t that awkward though.”

“Well, I’m not sure I approve of my little girl seeing naked people, especially a boy and his, thing.”

Nat’s final hand found my breasts and began fondling them, if I didn’t know any better, I was getting molested by 3 women instead of the one tiny pervert under the sheets. Her tongue was now flicking over my clit, or finger hooking and fucking my ass as she began teasing my now hard, sensitive nipples.

“Hey dad, I need to get off before,” I blushed at the words, I felt like I just told my own father that I was about to cum, “Natalie, um, gets in the bathroom or else I’ll never be ready in time.”

“Ok princess, don’t forget to take some pictures, I’d like to see how your trip is going, I miss my little girl, you’re growing up way too fast.”

My orgasm was building fast and hard, Nat had a one track mine that she was going to give me the most intense orgasm as possible as fast as she could and try to humiliate me with my father on the phone.

“I will, daddy,” I was barely keeping my moans down, but my breathing was another thing.

With a stroke of luck my hand brushed up against the phone and I grabbed it, taking it off of speaker and putting it by my ear, but that was a small achievement in light that I was about to cum any second now.

“I love you princess.”

It took all I had to hold off my orgasm for just a few more seconds, “I love you too daddy, bye!”

I quickly hit the end call button as it slid from my ear, down my neck and onto the bed, “Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!” as I came my left hand joined the Natalie’s that was groping my tits while the other found the top of her head holding her in place as she sucked on my clit and I came so hard that I thought my eyes were going to roll back into my skull as my whole budder shuddered and back arched. Along with my signature orgasm toe pointing when I really cum hard.

My whole body suddenly went limp as Natalie came crawling out from under the sheets, “what’s with you religious types and Jesus, I don’t think that’s very Christian of you to scream his name out while getting your pussy eaten.”

I flicked her in the forehead, “not very Christian to get your pussy eaten while you’re on the phone with your own father either.”

She adorably rubbed her forehead and smiled, “don’t deny it, you really got off on it though.”

I wasn’t going to admit it, not out loud anyways, what would that make me that I got turned on having sex with my father listening, I just didn’t feel ready yet to admit to that just yet. She busted out the side of the sheets, standing and walking to the bathroom, still completely naked without a care in the world.

“Come on, I have some other fun plans for today,” I heard her say as the shower came on.

“Oh god,” I laid back down and put the pillow over my head.

Maggie Experiences Reality Ch. 2

So, I know that usually this chapter is supposed to come first, you know the one that says the origin story and why the person is who they are or what they become. Now let’s start this chapter with something very new, well other than this is all non-fiction and more of a documentation of my slutty nature becoming real and the experiences I am actually happening. I’m not at home writing this, which is very new to me because I’ve only ever written in the safety and comfort of my bedroom on my computer, something else I’m currently not using.

The fact is, I’m at his house, the guy I talked about in chapter 1. Well, I talked to him on the phone yesterday and he came up with an idea based on reading some of the stuff I’ve read. Yes, there is now an actual man, that I’ve met, that knows nearly everything about me without freaking out, almost everything that is, which is why I’m here. He had me come over to the garage apartment he’s currently staying at, at his parent’s house that they are selling and thought it would be a private place for us to chat. Now out of respect for him and something he made a request of as well, I’m not going to be saying his name, give any details about him because, he’s married, has kids and probably wouldn’t look too well if word got out that he had an affair with someone old enough to be his daughter.

However, I am currently sitting at a dining room table, completely naked with a clothed man, on his laptop feeling very exposed as he asks me all sorts of questions to consider while writing. I guess in other words, he’ll ask me questions and I’ll try to be as honest as I possibly can.

He looks at me smirking, his fingers tapping on the wooden table, “why are you narrating?”

“I just thought the readers would like to be able to visualize what’s going on rather just two heads talking to one another.”

“Maybe you should describe yourself first, I think they’d be more interested in a sexy, naked girl than an old guy like me.”

“Um ok, I’m sitting here, naked, having just recently stripped naked, my clothes taken away somewhere as to make me feel supposedly more open and vulnerable.”

“You know you get more open and unfiltered the more aroused you get and the more embarrassed and exposed you are just adding to your arousal.”

He was definitely right about that and now he’s just staring at me as I type things that I’m not reading back to him while giving him the best fuck you for being smart face I can make.

“That’s right, I’m exposed, vulnerable and wet and the hardest, most exposing part about this is, that you know what I look like and no one who has ever read my writing has seen that, especially not sitting in front of me while I do it.”

“Ok, enough foreplay, let’s start, when were you first turned on to stuff like this?”

Now I’m not sure what I can say about certain things, certain ages and sexual content is some place I don’t want to treed on. I mean, I’ve seen movies where they talk about teenagers learning about sex, masturbation and stuff like this but I feel since most of my writing is sexual in nature, I don’t want to get on the child pornography watch list, so I’ll just leave ages out and you all can imagine what you’d like.

“It was late one night; I had always grown up with a TV in my room and cable and The Accused was on. The scene where Jodie Foster got raped on the pinball machine was starting where the guy pulls down her shirt, sits her on it and starts taking advantage of her and then she’s raped by 3-4 guys and runs out screaming.

“How did that make you feel?” I honestly felt like I was having a therapy session, do most therapy sessions have the client naked like this?

“I was slightly scared, slightly sick to my stomach, but for some reason I was really wet too, it was one of the first times I could remember actually getting aroused,” like I was getting right now.

“Did you have any fantasies after that or do anything once you realized that turned you on?

“You mean did I fuck a bunch of guys because I suddenly turned into a hungry, cock craving slut?” I look at him obviously joking, “I didn’t do anything because I didn’t want to be in high school and pregnant, I also didn’t want a reputation in a small town where a girl gets caught with her boyfriend in bed and everyone knew about it, and with my parents so conservative and religious they probably would have kicked me out and disowned me.”

“You man the parents you write about?”

“I love my parents, they love me, they’ve always been supportive of everything else in my life, but for the longest time it’s been, sex is for married couples that are in love.”

“You did have fantasies though?”

“Oh, I had lots of fantasies, not to mention I was reading a lot of sex stories which just added to the fantasies.”

“Like what, what was the very first fantasy you ever had?”

“It was from a story I read, a girl was trying to blackmail another girl by drugging her, tying her up in the boy’s locker room to be found by the football team after a game naked and tied up to a bench for all to use.”

I had never really talked sexually to someone in person, I mean I had online and texted people, but there was something very different than actually saying things and hearing them come out of my own mouth, the whole thing had me so nervous and aroused my whole body was shivering from the two feelings.

“Did you ever do anything with any boys in school?”

“No, no guys really liked me, I dressed like a 12-year-old skater boy and were always surrounded by my group, so no one really approached me and the guys I was with all treated me like a little sister.”

“But you wanted to though.”

“Yeah, but I was just too scared and didn’t think it was worth the risk.”

“Did you ever fantasize about your group of big brothers?”

“Yeah, I once read a story about a girl whose friends found out she like extreme sex stuff, drugged her one night, blackmailed her and used her like their little humiliation sex slave and I would imagine my friends in the story.”

My thighs started rubbing together wanting to give me some sort of stimulation, I’m not sure if it was my breathing, the look on my face or the tone of my voice when he asked me, “do you want to touch yourself right now?”

All I could do was nod, I was too embarrassed to actually ask if I could play with myself, “use your words, do I really have to treat you like a child or a young lady?”

If I wasn’t blushing this whole time the feeling just got more intense, “can I please touch myself?”

“Sir?”

“Can I please, touch myself, Sir?”

“Maybe not there, I have a better idea.”

I watched as he got up, went to one of the soft chairs in the living room area and pulled up like this weird stand on wheels next to it and motioned me over.

“Sit here, put your legs up over the arm rests and let’s continue.”

I did as he told me, didn’t touch the laptop, went over and put myself in a position that made me feel like I was seeing my gynecologist. He sat in front of me on the floor, eye level between my legs staring at my open pussy as I continued to type.

“You can touch yourself now, princess,” his tone more lustful, dominant, “or maybe I should help you out, I mean it’s hard to type with one hand.”

He reaches out and with a single finger, starts toying with my inner thigh, tracing around in areas so intimate to me. He’s just teasing me right now, trying to get me in a state where my filters faulter and I’m completely honest with not just him but to myself as well or maybe it’s just desires that are so dark that I’m willing to say anything to make the fantasies hotter and the feelings more intense.

“What really turns you on?”

Both of his hands right now on my legs, rubbing back and forth with just the tips of his fingers on the soft, silky skin of my inner thighs, “other than what you’re doing right now?”

“Your kinks, your fetishes, the things you write about in your books.”

“I like, exhibitionism, like, doing things and hoping I don’t get caught but getting so turned on by the fear.”

“Oh, I know that from the other night, why else would you have dragged me out somewhere semi-public, wearing only a hoodie and wanting me to fuck you, what else?”

“Humiliation, embarrassment, the feeling of actually getting exposed, being exposed, like how you are staring at my pussy, and how open I feel that it feels like you are practically looking inside of me.”

“Like this,” he reaches forward and opens up my lips even more, “feels just like your first book, doesn’t it?”

“Mmmm, yes,” I worry that I’m leaking like a faucet now, right in front of him.

He leans forward and with a slow, aggressive lick, licks from the bottom of my pussy and slowly licks a circle around my clit, a statement that took me multiple times to right because of how I kept twitching.

“Do you like that too?”

“You licking my pussy,” he gently sucks on my clit and I think I feel him holding it between his teeth, “yes, yes I do, you are the first to ever do it to me.”

“Lucky me, it’s delicious.”

I blush at the compliment, it’s not every day that someone tells me that my pussy is delicious.

“You’re adorable when you blush too, so innocent and yet dirty at the exact same time, so you seemed somewhat ok in public yesterday, so I assume that wasn’t your first time, what was your first time?”

“I used to masturbate in my room late at night, naked, with the blinds and windows open.”

“Why did you start doing that?”

“It was the fear of someone looking in and seeing me, taking pictures, maybe even blackmailing me into doing dirty things.”

“That way you didn’t have a choice, that if you did anything, it wasn’t your idea but theirs?”

“I don’t know, maybe.”

He leaned forward again, his tongue tracing my pussy lips all the way around, his hot breath on my pussy.

“Jesus! I just didn’t want to have a choice, I wanted to lose all control and for them to have all of it.”

“Did you ever get caught?”

“Almost once, I heard some skateboards and ducked for cover,” I was breathing really hard now, fidgeting in my seat as he continued my pussy lips with his talented tongue.

“Do you wish they had caught you?”

“I wish I wouldn’t have hidden and with the lights off, they probably wouldn’t have seen me anyways, but I didn’t want to take the risk.”

“What if they had caught you, taken pictures, video, knew who you were from school, their brothers or sister were classmates of yours, what would you have done then?”

“Probably anything they wanted so they wouldn’t tell anyone.”

I watched, eyes half closed in pleasure as he stood up and walked behind me, his arms around me, his face nuzzling into my neck with gentle kisses, it felt so warm, almost loving as he kissed his way up my right ear, his hot breath making me moan and my blood boil with lust. He reached around me with both hands and started groping my tits, tweaking my nipples, they were already hard and sensitive.

“Would you have finished masturbating for them and let them all watch you cum?”

I bit my lip, my eyes wanted to close to just enjoy the feeling, but I had to keep writing through it all, “yes.”

He reached down and started to rub my pussy, “what if they wanted you to suck their cocks, how about that?”

“Every last one, mmmm.”

“What if they wanted to drag you out and fuck you?”

“Yes, all of them, I would have let them all fuck me.”

“In every hole?”

“Yes!”

“Multiple at a time?”

“Yes, god yes!”

I was so close to cumming and as I typed it, he read it, “oh not yet princess, not yet.”

He stopped touching me and stood up again, I didn’t even realize he took his shorts and underwear off and was completely bottomless with his cock at full attention. I couldn’t help but lick my lips at the mere sight of it, I loved the taste, I loved the feeling of it in my mouth and when he would roughly fuck my throat with it, the whole time him reading my every word like he was able to see right into my mind and take every thought, why am I still typing for him to see all of this.

He began stroking his cock close by me, just enough that it was like I could smell his manliness, but far enough away that I couldn’t do anything about it, “when was the first time you did something outside of your room?”

“Like with people around or…like, late at night without trying to get caught?”

“Let’s start with people around, when there was a greater chance, you could be caught or seen.”

“Um, it’s hard to think with you stroking that thing in front of me,” I was staring directly at it with his hand rubbing it up and down, the tip licking some clear liquid and I wish I could taste it.

He takes the clear liquid with his finger and rubs it across the lips of my mouth, coating them with his juices, “all the better, don’t think, just talk.”

“It was at school; I was in a rush one morning getting dressed and was putting on some leggings because it was cold that morning but the crotch ripped trying to get them up my leg.”

“So, you wore it ripped to school?”

“I did, the tear was right in the front but I didn’t think that was enough, I didn’t wear any panties, or even a bra or a shirt, just a hoodie and shoes and went to school.”

“You went to school with your pussy completely exposed?”

“The hoodie was just barely long enough to cover me,” I was mesmerized by his cock, “as long as I kept my legs crossed, or a book in front of me or my backpack, I was covered.”

“Did you ever have any close calls or anyone catch you?”

“At first, I couldn’t help but trying to finger myself or touch myself a little in my morning class and final class and during Math we had a pop quiz and I almost forgot to cross my legs and had no idea how long I was exposed, but I doubt anyone saw or hoped no one did because nothing was ever said after.”

“Maybe your teacher saw and didn’t want to embarrass you, but probably still masturbates to the thought every so often of your innocently shaved pussy.”

I blushed, I have had fantasies of teachers take advantage of me and using me, I even wrote about it in one of my books, but had yet to ever admit that to anyone in person, till now, every thought I wrote as open and exposed as the ones I was speaking to him.

“Stand up, I’m going to take a seat now.”

I slowly stood, my legs a little numb from the position I was keeping them in and the stinging feeling of pins and needles as I stood up was not a fun or arousing sensation. He quickly sat down and for a second I thought he was going to have me sit on his lap so he could shove his cock back up my ass and I worried that I was lubed enough to do that again.

“Don’t worry that’s not yet, just sit down and I’ll guide you.”

He guided me onto his legs, his hard cock up against my back and then he pulled me back towards him, I could feel his shaft between my ass cheeks, his strong arms holding me tight. He went back to playing with my tits and gently teasing my pussy, not rubbing it or my clit, just tracing it with his finger, slowly, evilly methodical just to keep my blood boiling from his touch.

“So how about the one with no people around, what did you do there?”

“I went out to the local golf course late one night, mmmm, I walked out to the course and left a piece of clothing at each hole, my shorts at the first, shirt at the second, hoodie at the third and walked all the way to the 4th green, masturbated and made my way back.”

“Now that sounds very hot, but risky.”

“I wasn’t thinking straight, mmmm, I was really horny, a little depressed and I really wanted to get off so strongly, it was like 1-2am so no one was really out and most people around here are long past asleep by then. There were a few lights on in houses close by but I figured they were far enough away that even if they saw, didn’t know what they were looking at.”

“Did you put your clothes on as you found them?”

“At first no, but I had a close call of a cop car driving by when I had to cross a sidewalk and decided to put the hoodie on after that, I carried my shirt and shorts with me till I got home though, sometimes I wish I had been wearing, oh god, underwear to have left behind for someone to wonder.”

His finger was gently circling my clit, it wasn’t enough to get me off, but it was driving me wild as he did. I also could feel his cock twitching against my ass crack and the tip poking against my back. God, I really wanted him to fuck me again. He grips my sensitive little clit between two of his fingers, pinching and rubbing it, I’m teasing him as much with my writing as he teases my body with his hands.

“So why did you start writing?”

“Honestly, at first, it was an outlet for all my pent-up sexual frustration, if I didn’t start writing, I was going to start doing riskier and riskier tasks till I probably got caught, fucked and/or arrested, so I started writing on Literotica.”

“Then you started your Patreon?”

“Actually, it wasn’t till I think a year after I started writing that I started my patreon, I honestly didn’t think anyone would join or support me but I got pretty luck people did, the original idea was that I’d post a naked picture of myself, no face and thousands of guys would pay $1 to see me naked, except it really didn’t work out that way.”

“Did you really find glory holes in Georgia when you visited your sister?”

“Mmmph, yes.”

“That’s one way you really want to lose your virginity?”

“Stripped, blindfolded, tied up and gangbanged, mmmm, yes, if not there than anywhere as long as I can keep my identity a secret.”

“You really are a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

“So dirty and I want to be dirtier, I want to be made to do all sorts of exposing, humiliating things.”

“Like what?

“Walk to the local pool in nothing but a towel,” he was so good at teasing me, I wanted to answer all of his questions, I wanted to see if I could shock him with my responses.

“What else,” his voice sterner, demanding, aggressive.

“Be taken to the local nudist resort and paraded around naked, secretly with a vibrator inside of me.”

“Mmmm, what else?”

“Brought to Folsom Street Fair in California, bound and a leather hood over my head, walked around naked, letting anyone and everyone take pictures and touch me however they want.”

“What else?”

“To suck that monster of a cock rubbing up against my ass and you finish by fucking my tight, slutty throat till you shoot your cum into my stomach, hell cum on my face and chest and go home with it still on.”

I definitely felt his cock twitch after I said that and he now knows I know that it turned him on as well.

“Go stand over in the corner, you’re being punished.”

This next part I had to write after, which wasn’t as fun as writing as things were happening, he made me stand in the corner next to a window that faced the house behind us. I was too nervous at what my punishment was going to be to even think of looking out the window, which I probably should have to know whether or not there was a chance of getting caught. He walked over to me, put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to be in front of the window. I instinctively covered myself, hands over my chest and pussy but then he put pressure on my shoulders and moved me down onto my knees.

“You wanted to suck it so badly, now’s your chance.”

“We’re in front of a window and the lights are on, people can see us?!?!”

“The sooner I’m satisfied, the sooner we can get back to your writing, the longer you wait, the more chance you’ll get seen with a big dick waving in front of you.”

Suck the big cock I’ve been wanting since I first got here, or get caught naked with it front of me, better start sucking. I grasped it with my hand, my breasts were probably on full display and my predicament, but I couldn’t hesitate being exposed for so long. I learned that from so many stories that hesitation was really got people caught, not the act itself. Into my mouth it went, his pre-cum so delicious and it felt harder than ever. Maybe delving so far into my dirty mind really turned him on as much as it did me. I reached down to rub my pussy and gently began by teasing my clit.

“No, this is punishment, none of that.”

I blushed as a whimper came out of me, it was honestly without thought because I was so disappointed, I couldn’t please myself as I pleased him. I guess he was right though, that a punishment wasn’t meant to pleasurable, even if sucking his cock did bring some pleasure from the dirty act. I could only imagine what someone may have been seeing as I bobbed my head up and down his dick in front of the window for anyone passing by to see. I really had no idea what was out there and, in my mind, there were countless people in the house next to us watching, either aroused or in disgust, maybe a party in the lawn and everyone stopped to stare.

I looked up at him, keeping eye contact, the look on his face somewhere between lust and approval, noticing that the rest of him was hidden from view. I eventually held it in my hand around the tip and bathed the rest of it with my tongue and as I came up to start sucking again, he pulled away and made his way back to the chair. I felt like I had just been driven off on but he motioned me to come over.

“Now write what just happened,” I sat on his lap and wrote it all out to the best of my ability, it had all happened so fast and he had me so turned on with a one-track mind wrapped around his cock.

When I finally finished, he had me stand up in front of him, pulling out a small bottle from between the seat and cushion. He poured it all over his cock, stroking it and making it glisten with much more than just my saliva. Then he took a finger and coated it with lube and began to tease my asshole with it, applying more to his finger and then slowly penetrating me. It didn’t feel as painful or tight when he did and I figured I was starting to get more accustomed to anal between the plug and him taking my cherry.

When he felt I was ready, he had me sit back down, this time guiding me so that his cock began penetrating my once virgin hole. It still felt just as hard, just as thick, but went in much more easily this time, although in this position I felt him hitting spaces I didn’t feel him touch the previous night. It felt so good and it was the one thing I was also craving since the moment he asked me to come over tonight.

He moved my hair away from my ear and whispered, “I have one last surprise for you.”

He pulled the laptop stand completely in front of me and began to lower it till it was between my leg and changed over to the browser which was set to a specific adult webcam site. I wasn’t sure exactly what he was going to do, maybe have us watch porn as we fucked, make me see some slut showing off for money, but after logging the webcam on his laptop came to life and there was me, from the chest down, sitting on his lap, completely naked.

“You wouldn’t, no way, you wouldn’t, you’d show random strangers you fucking me,” I was half scared, half aroused.

“Not until I hit the broadcast button, but I won’t do it unless you tell me to,” he spread my legs back over the arm rests, the added weight and position forcing him deeper inside of me, “however, I’m not going to let you cum till you do.”

“Start touching yourself, but no cumming,” I did as he said, rubbing my clit, spreading my lips with the other hand to have better access, exposing myself more whether by choice or stupidity.

I was so turned on that I was having a hard time thinking straight, my fingers felt so good, his cock made it a thousand times better. I had never been this turned on in my life and I knew that was a dangerous place to be, I mean I guess you couldn’t see my face, and it was some random screen name, there was no way…but what if the camera moves or I slip and my face is shown or someone recognizes the room or, all of these things that should have scared me were turning me on just as much. I moved the cursor over to the broadcast button and much to his shock clicked it. The room was empty and a part of me felt a relief for that but in mere seconds came flooding with people.

I felt like I was in an auditorium as people suddenly came in for a class but instead found me naked, getting ass fucked and touching myself to orgasm not knowing I was about to get caught. In this position everyone could see my bare chest, my nipples fully hard, my pussy fully on display as I rubbed it and his cock buried inside of me and his balls underneath me.

He pulled my hands away and put them to my sides, “do you wish your friends would fuck you?”

“Wait what, you’re asking me this now, they all can hear us?!?!” I felt him reach down and spread my pussy wide open showing all of the viewers a view deep inside of me.

Ding after ding of messages were coming through the chat, but they were so small I could hardly see them and probably knew what they were saying anyways. He started bouncing me up and down on his cock and then started to roughly rub my pussy.

“You want to fuck your friends, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I almost whispered as I felt I was being exposed to God knows how many people now and my secrets as well.

“You want the guys you practically grew up with to strip you naked, find out what a slut you are and have them gangbang the girl they considered their little sister.”

“Mmmm, yes.”

“What do you want, princess?

“I want my friends to fuck me like the slut I am, I want to be gangbanged and used and paraded around and to feel your hot dirty cum all over me.”

He pulled out and pulled me back, his cock in front of me and I couldn’t help but start to rub my pussy against it until I gripped it with two hands and began stroking it as I did. The feeling of being mentally and physically exposed pushed me over the edge, his dick was just the physical object to finally make me cum and as I did, moaning and screaming he began erupting all over me, having being edged just as long as I was.

He shot as high as my face if the cam had been raised that high would have seen it land on my mouth and chin, the spurts they did see were the thick hot ones that landed on my chest, stomach and thighs and pushed me into a second orgasm as I licked his cum off of my lips.

Apart of me thought I could make him cum again and kept stroking his cock, especially around the head, but I didn’t realize how sensitive guys really were after cumming and that just caused him to involuntarily kick his leg up, which hit the laptop stand and pushed it just back enough that my face started to come into view. As what I thought was my nose started to come into view, I was able to shut the laptop closed before I was really exposed. Fantasy was one thing; reality was a whole different ball game that I didn’t need to play just yet.

His finger traced from up my thigh to my stomach and up my neck, finishing its journey by shoving itself into my moaning mouth from how sensitive my skin was, globs of his cum spread out across my tongue by his finger.

“If I wasn’t so exhausted right now, I’d fucking spank you, naughty girl.”

I teased him by scooping us some more cum and putting it into my mouth as he watched, “don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“Where’s your bathroom, let’s go take a shower.”

I pulled him to join me, there was only one towel but we ended up sharing it in the end, but there was something about being a hot shower with his arms wrapped around me, washing me with soap and every so often playing with my breasts that was kind of loving. I had forgotten for a little bit that he was still married, had a family and was never going to be mine, but for those few minutes it was nice just to let myself believe. After we dried off, he sat back in the chair, completely naked, dick at attention once again as I walked in drying my hair, naked as he was.

“So, you’re leaving tomorrow? Heading back to, wherever it is you came from before you got here…”

“Have to get back to work, to my” he hesitated for a moment, was probably going to say family or wife and thought that he probably shouldn’t bring that up to the girl he just fucked again, “life.”

I looked at him, not just turned on, not a love-struck puppy, but to someone who I kind of felt truly grateful for at that moment that actually got me, didn’t freak out at my desires and really understood how to drive me wild. I walked up to him and began to straddle his lap and for a brief moment, I thought about him taking my virginity, I know it wouldn’t have been as simple, I was soaking wet, but even then, with his size and being a virgin, probably could have hurt myself and this wasn’t in the end the way I really wanted to lose it. Instead, I just rubbed down the bottom causing him to tense, throwing my arms around his neck, my breasts pressed up against his hair chest and the weirdest thing happen, I could feel myself start to cry.

“Thank you,” I felt truly pathetic, I was crying and saying thank you and he pulled me back with a look of concern in his eyes.

“What’s wrong, what did, oh god is everything ok are you hurting?”

“I just never thought I’d meet someone like you who got me, and I know, you’re married and have kids and I’m not saying run away and let’s be together, I just never thought I’d find someone like you and I hope I’m lucky enough to find someone like you again, who can actually be with I mean, no offense.”

I could almost feel my emotions brushing off and he wrapped his arms around me and held me close as well, “you’re welcome, and trust me, you will, lots of pervy guys out there that’ll want to probably fill all of your holes.”

I nuzzled into his chest and some time went by before we finally let each other go and got dressed. He emailed me what I had written so far after discretely shutting down the webcam site and walked me out the back way. A man of his age worried that his parents would find him bringing up a girl to his room was kind of hilarious. As I walked down the street and back to my home, I saw him standing out there watching me and in movie fashion ran back, jumped up into his arms and almost as if we both were thinking the same thing, kissed each other deeply in the first and possibly last act of romantic passion we would ever have for one another.

The walk home wasn’t so bad, it gave me a lot of time to contemplate all that happened, replay it in my mind, think of dirty things as I passed through downtown, multiple houses, the golf course and the public pools, and all the while I just couldn’t get him out of my head in all the scenarios. Finally, home, I checked my email and opened up the word doc so I could quickly finish this chapter before I forgot anything good. I wonder if a part of me will ever regret not letting him fuck me in every hole or maybe asking him to bring friends over, blindfold me and have a little gangbang party, hell maybe even invite his father over for a father, son bonding experience with the slut he found downtown.

Knowing my luck his father probably knew exactly who I was from church or some event held downtown that I volunteered for. I guess all I can say now, if he ever reads this is, thank you, and maybe one day we’ll meet again, sexually or as friends, you never know. I just hope you show your wife the same kinkiness and desire you showed me and that you don’t think of me the next time you fuck her, just when she sucks your amazing dick.

Maggie Experiences Reality Ch. 1

[First chapter of a new book, a book that is mostly non-fictional, I mean it's the best to my knowledge of what happened or things in my head. I'll start writing about other experiences as well, but this is the first that inspired this new book.]

Now, this isn’t the first real experience I ever had, and it probably won’t be the last, hoping that I don’t become a nun and swear off sexual experiences for the rest of my life. Also, I may have to write about the others at some point, but this is the first experience that drew me to start writing about real life events versus the fictional events I have been writing about thus far.

I guess like any new book series, I should probably describe myself for those that haven’t been reading my stories so far and have no idea who I am. My name is Maggie Hill, I’m now 21, although I originally started writing when I was 18. I wrote stories about losing my virginity in a glory hole in Georgia where I had to prove myself to the manager, get stripped just inside the door of the adult video store, blindfolded and tied up in a booth and everything that happens thus after on this amazing post-graduation vacation visiting my sister and fulfilling a yearlong fantasy of losing my virginity to a bunch of faceless strangers. The rest of the books was the imaginary, slutty mental journey that I have and am still taking every day I add to my writing which is currently half way through book 5’s Maggie’s Slutty Journey.

This series spun off from her wet dreams series where she had met a fantasy of a jogger, who actually did exist in real life and then got the guts to meet in real life where she clumsily seduced him and ended up hooking up with him in a public park bathroom. After running into him again and writing the truth, followed by another fantasy, this is the aftermath of a fantasy becoming real and me telling the tale.

Well, like I said before for all you newbies, my name is Maggie Hill. I’m a tall girl of 5’3” and I keep pretty in shape, especially lately when I had a scare that some said I was really “filling out” lately and by that I was worried they meant getting fat. I do jog almost every other day when I have the time that work isn’t trying to kill me. My breasts as most think about but few know about are 32B, just a handful, no more, no less but on a tiny frame like mine seem much bigger than they are. I’m lucky enough to get my bubbly butt from my mother or maybe my father, who knows they both have fine butts. My long slender legs helped me in running but to those who have grown up around me, I may as well have been a board of wood. Being a tomboy with my short hair and lack of makeup, I would wear thick comfy hoodies, band or surf shirts along with my favorite cargo shorts. A style choice that has made most not only think I was a boy but a young one at that and now that we’ve recapped how Bruce Wayne became Batman for the 5th time, now time for the juicy parts.

So, this man who was the second cock I ever sucked in my life and was the first man to ever orally please me [Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 4] had been originally visiting his parents who live in town and then, as soon as he came, left, both in our fun and in town, like I said, read the chapter. Anyways, recently, I ran into him, I mean I saw him jogging still but was now too nervous or bashful to yell out to a guy who saw me naked, came in my mouth and tasted my pussy as dumb as that sounds, but I was. Yeah, truth be told, I was sitting in Starbucks one day, studying for an online exam when he walks in. I would like to say he walked in, saw me, pulled me into the bathroom and ate me to a mind-blowing orgasm, however, reality is much different. He walks in with his wife and two kids and takes a table across from me.

Lots of awkward looks ensue and for some reason out of jealousy, I tease him by taking off my hoodie and teasing my braless boobs smiling at him every time glances over. That was until I couldn’t take my teasing anymore and walked into the bathroom to get myself off which was interrupted by, guess who, him, because his daughter needed to use the bathroom. I did get to tease him one last time and brush my chest over his arm as I squeezed past to get back to my table, however I was super horny and needed to leave to take care of that.

A couple of days later we ended up running into each other again, he was out for his usual morning jog and I was out getting the mail because my new phone case had gotten there the previous night and I was too lazy to go out and get it. It started out a little awkward, I was, well, too excited, nervous and a bit light headed to remember everything but it went something along the lines of.

“Hi again, long time no see.”

“Oh, wow, hi there, Maggie right?”

“Yeah, um, yeah.”

“Wow this is awkward, I’m really sorry, I should have never let what happened happen, I just got carried away and,” I interrupted him.

“You mean letting me take advantage of you and all of that stuff that you regret.”

“No, no, I don’t regret it, I mean it wasn’t bad, I mean we shouldn’t have.”

I really enjoyed watching him freak out, trying to find the right thing to say although sometimes I did feel a little bad when he made it sound like something that should have never happened. I mean I get it; he’s married and I’m probably half his age, but it was fun and oh so pleasurable and I couldn’t help but think about what drew me to him in the first place and which is where my eyes went seeing his hard cock in his running shorts and how horny it made me to actually go out and grab it and I was biting my lip and getting so wet at the thought while he was fumbling with what to say.

That however ended quickly when I said, “so what are you in town for this time around.”

I could almost see the relief in his face to change the subject, “my parents are selling their place, just it’s a seller’s market and places around them are selling for double that they paid for theirs and they want to find someplace a bit bigger for us to visit and the kids to stay at if they wanted to come down and go to Disney.”

Eventually we started talking like normal people having a conversation, maybe my job just got me good at that, instead of being the socially awkward little girl I used to be having to talk to strangers on a day-to-day basis. There were a few times though that I thought he was checking me out, remembering how I looked completely naked under my clothes or at least I had hoped that was what he was thinking. I honestly wasn’t paying attention to the rest and kept responding with the usual oh ok, that’s cool, oh alright responses I give when I zone out.

Then he said, “my wife and kids are heading home today actually and I’ll be around a few more days to help with what I can before I have to get back to work myself.”

At that moment, I wasn’t really sure what came over me, like oh my god, he’s going to be along, here’s my chance. Although what I probably should have been thinking was, he’s a married man with kids, I shouldn’t be doing this, he’s off limits.

I ended up looking down at his cock, bit my lip and asked, “so are you doing anything tonight?”

Maybe it was the look on my face, the way I was biting my lip or for the first time teasing my hair like I was a little school girl or how obvious I must have been that I was looking at his dick because he shockingly said, “I should be free later tonight and I haven’t been sleeping lately so I tend to go for walks around downtown.”

“Meet you outside of Starbucks around…midnight?”

“Sure, walk around together?”

“Something like that,” I walked back to my house before I said something to change his mind or my parents saw me talking to a man old enough to be my father and yeah, I tripped walking back in which is natural for me, “I’ll see you tonight.”

The rest of the day, on one of the few days off I had, I was mostly on Fetlife, talking to people, seeking attention and eventually talking to a few people about tonight. It got me going on ideas of how I wanted to dress and what I wanted to do and finally decided that I was going to wear a hoodie and sandals and nothing else, walk over to see him and even shave my pussy bare because of how badly I wanted him to go down on me again. I wasn’t going to give up my virginity, that was a given but maybe if he wanted to fuck my ass, that seemed like an idea the hornier I got thinking about it.

When I was getting closer to midnight, I had been talking to LordDean. If the thought of what was going to happen next hadn’t had me turned on enough and I had held off masturbating all day, opening up and being honest about it with someone multiplied my arousal. Even worse was sending message on my phone on Fetlife while walking there and then sitting down outside waiting for him. I even thought with it being so dead around and everyone sleeping and all the stores closed how exciting it would have been to take off my hoodie even just for a moment while I waited, or even waiting for him completely naked hoping no one would catch me.

Even though against his advice saying I should wait to see what he wanted first before any sexual acts, I was about to expose myself and had it up around my waist as he came from the hidden side and like a child caught in the act, I pulled my hoodie back down and sat down to make it look like I had been sitting here waiting the whole time. He came up to me and seemed super excited saying hi, trying not to act awkward at all but kept staring at my legs thinking I didn’t notice. I guess what I didn’t notice was the rough texture of the chair grabbed the material and hiked it up just enough to show a lot of leg. So much so that he must have been wondering what shorts I was wearing with my hoodie.

“Hey, so I know the perfect path we could walk down,” I stood up, pulling the hoodie down so as to not show something just yet.

I mean this man had seen me naked and had his head between my legs, but for some reason I felt bashful. Maybe it was because he had just seen me the once or so much time had gone between that time and now that it felt new again, but I knew I was blushing for sure and felt slightly light headed at everything I was thinking. Also, his height was somewhat intimidating and the age difference made me feel like a naive child in comparison.

There was a path around the lake and back that led to the other community, it was a wooden bridge, it got dark and a little scary at night and had some lights on its path but had some places where they went out because the bulbs hadn’t been replaced in a long time. There was one place in particular I wanted to take him and I couldn’t get him there fast enough, not just because I was turned on but because there was just this really awkward silence as we walked. I was starting to feel like a prostitute that couldn’t strike up conversation.

“So, are you done with school?”

“Almost done with my second semester and have some exams coming up, but it’s all pretty easy because it’s just first year typical stuff.”

Now I really felt like a child, he started bringing up school, still living with my parents waiting to move out to a dorm and how I was working now at one of the local tourist areas. Then again, the real awkwardness was at times when our hands would touch and neither of us knew whether the other wanted to hold hands or not. When we finally got to the path, we took a turn and started down the wooden bridge that was over a lot of swamp area, something very contrasting to the rest of the town. As it got darker and we got further away from the downtown area, I felt my heart start to skip beats and could feel my face flushed with anxiety and excitement.

“Wow, never walked down this path before.”

“Really? I used to run through here all the time, except at night, it can pretty dark and scary though.”

Even though it was dark, I guess he could see the redness in my cheeks, “you look a little warm, you know you don’t have to be shy and wear that hoodie all the time, you have a great body, you shouldn’t hide it so much.”

I wasn’t sure if he was being concerned or teasing me knowing that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, I only assumed that he was being nice and trying to flirt, I mean who else would come out here practically naked for someone that was a near stranger.

“Oh, I’ll take it off, let me just show you something first.”

We had reached our destination, it was a little boxed off area, probably for observation, not really sure, but there were no lights in it but lights that led to it if that made any sense, so basically with the light it would make the eyes adjust so you couldn’t see the dark area behind it. I could basically walk in and it would look like I vanished, and yet when you looked out, you could easily see people walking by as they were oblivious to you being there. I had gone there a few times before, not naked, nothing daring, but had fantasies about coming here and doing something one night.

“Wait right here, I want to show you something cool,” I walked into the area just far enough and turned around, he was as clear as day to me and part of me felt disappointed thinking he could see me clearly as well, “can you see me?”

“Uh, no actually, it’s super dark, what are you taking me to, a magical world?”

“Can you really not see me or are you just playing with me?”

“Really! I can’t see you!”

I took my hoodie up and over my head holding it in my right hand, my heart beating so hard I thought I was going to pass out or have a heart attack, “still can’t?”

“Honestly, I can hear you, but can’t see you, it’s a little weird.”

I tossed my hoodie at him and he looked completely off guard and dropped it, obviously proving a point or that he was a really bad catch. I could have called him over but I had a better idea for a reveal, something to get my excitement and arousal flowing even more, although let me say, I was dripping wet all day and practically leaking down my leg from the moment I started walking to see him, I was surprised he couldn’t smell me a mile away. I put one arm over my breasts and a hand over my pussy as I walked up to him and back in the light but as I came closer, I felt like covering myself like that would make him feel like I was ashamed or embarrassed and didn’t want him feeling the same way. I came just enough in the light for him to catch a glimpse but just barely lit to make him wonder what he was seeing, or that was the hope at least.

“If you trust me, come follow me,” I said backing up back into the dark.

He must have been standing there for too long, used to the light and taking time to adjust to the dark, his hands out looking for me like a blindman. Being able to see I came up to him between his arms and thinking he just ran into me, stopped and put his arms around me and that’s when he knew for sure, I was at least topless at the moment. That’s when I reached up and pulled his head down towards me and started kissing him passionately, slipping my tongue into his mouth, swirling mine around his, his hands on my bare back slowly lowering almost cautiously. That’s when I started to undo his shorts and reached inside to touch his cock, I was disappointed that he was actually wearing underwear and they were briefs of all things. I took grasp of his cock and walked him over to the rail, spinning him around with his back up against it and pulled down his shorts and underwear down to his knees.

I didn’t hesitate, no teasing, I’ve been wanting this for months and didn’t think I would have this chance ever again and immediately started sucking on it with my hand in front of my mouth using it to stroke it as I bobbed my head up and down on his long, thick cock.

“God your mouth is so good, I missed you sucking my cock so much.”

I did my best to deepthroat it and forced it down my throat as far as I could, but gagged a little as I took it all, it had been so long since I had it and hadn’t had one since. His groans giving me all the approval and confidence I needed that I was giving him a great blow job.

After a few minutes I let him out of my mouth still stroking his cock, “I miss you the feeling of you fucking my mouth, you shoving this big cock down my throat and using me like the little slut I am, mmmm, please sir, fuck this little slut’s mouth and cum down her throat.”

I had been masturbating for months thinking of the things I would have changed when we had first hooked up that day, the things I would have said, things I wanted to do and although he face fucked me the first time, I would say this time and time again when I thought of it after. I loved the feeling, the feeling of him using me, the slight pain as he shoved it down my throat grabbing my hair and treating me like a slut and now, I had the chance to feel it all and turn fantasy into reality.

As if he was reading my mind or maybe he had similar fantasies and would masturbate to the experience we once had, he put his hands around the back of my head, his fingers familiarly intertwined in my hair and pulled his cock out till just the tip was in my mouth. I licked the head and ran the tip of my tongue throat the slit remembering how sensitive it was and like a green light for saying go, he shoved it all the way and down my throat in one hard, merciless thrust.

This time I started groping my boobs with one hand and rubbing my pussy with the other, moaning as he fucked my mouth, eyes closed as he used me, picturing the whole scene in my head and occasionally looking up to watch the expression on his face. It was easier with my eyes closed because I wouldn’t feel as disoriented until he held my head in place and then pull out half way and thrust back in. That’s until he shoved it completely down my throat and stopped and looked up.

I moaned for a second still touching myself, “shhh, someone is coming, quiet.”

I couldn’t really see anything, he was facing towards the path and even if I was all I could see was cock, pubic hair and muscular abs. Although the thought of getting caught was really scary, that I was not only naked, with a guy’s dick down my throat, twice my age who was also married and everyone in town would have found out the next day and my parents would have thrown me out and disowned me. I was turned on beyond belief at the risk of getting caught, I thought my shaking and muscles clenching was out of fear but I realized I had only felt like this the few times where I feared risk, or wrote my first stories and was so turned on that my whole body felt like a raw sexual nerve.

I really wanted to pull back, I mean I could just barely breathe with him down my throat, but he held me firmly in place as I heard the steps walk by in a jogging stride and as quickly as they came, they left. I had this strange feeling as scared as he was, with his cock twitching in my throat, he was just as turned on. But felt his tension relief when he felt he was no longer in danger of getting caught, I mean we were both in the same predicament, but in his case divorce and a really bad reputation was probably around the corner if he had gotten caught. Although I think he was still in his head after the near exposed experience and had to tap his leg a few times to remind him that I was still down here and his cock was cutting off most of my air supply and hurting my throat.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, I really thought we were fucked when that lady came jogging by,” were his words as he pulled his cock out of my mouth and hit a few places in my throat that made me cough as he pulled out completely.

“That’s one of the things that turns me on the most,” now mind you this shocked me, I mean I’ve talked to people online but the only other person I had tried to talk about this with in person, freaked out, wrote me off as high and never wanted to speak of it again.

The thing is as I’ve learned throughout talking to people, all of my writing and fantasies is, it all has to do with fucking my mind. Yes, I get turned on when I’m touched, and yes, I orgasm when I masturbate, but I don’t have the truly amazing ones unless my mind is exposed, my limits are tested and pushed and the scenarios push my mind into dark, emotional rollercoasters of places and when he asked me what I meant by that, that’s exactly how I explained it to him. I had, for the first time in my life, come out about my desires to a human being that wasn’t on a computer and the hornier I got, the more I told him and like a horny loop, the more I said the hornier I got as the more we talked.

Eventually just telling him wasn’t enough and he sat down on the wood floor with me on his lap and started playing with my body, teasing my nipples, rubbing my clit, nibbling on my neck and ear which just drove me wild as I told him about all my dirty secrets, the books I’d written, how I wrote about my fantasies of him and things to this day nobody knows about. The hottest part was when two guys about my age walked by and didn’t even realize they were feet away from a girl they may know or have seen around town who was naked and having her pussy rubbed and completely exposed and if they had walked into that little area, would have seen everything. I was so horny that a part of me wanted them to see, to have them join in, do whatever they wanted to keep the quiet.

He eventually couldn’t take it anymore and told me one thing he really loved and that’s that he really loved to eat pussy. The only problem was that after his wife had had their kids, she for some reason didn’t really let him anymore, something about that being the place where their kids came from and not being sexy anymore and that’s why he so passionately went down on me that time in the bathroom and he was craving it ever since.

He sat me on the rail and for a second, I panicked thinking I was about to fall in a swamp with God knows what in it, or break my neck, but the rail was thick enough for me to sit on safely and he held firmly onto me until he bent over again, putting my legs over his shoulders and lapped at my pussy like a man starved for food. I can’t lie, I loved every second of it as he explored all of me inside and out with his tongue and I did my best to conceal my first orgasm because I greedily didn’t want him to stop, but the dominoes, the rest of my orgasms came one after another after another.

“Oh god fuck me, fuck my ass, god fuck my ass,” I had thought about him fucking me before, masturbated to countless fantasies, but I didn’t want to give him my pussy just yet, I felt like I still wanted something special for when I lost that, I did however have a surprise for him in case this did happen.

I was surprised he didn’t notice it though, maybe it was all the passion or he was just too much of a gentleman to say something just yet, but I had a butt plug in me covered in lube with a big blue jewel on the outside and when I stood back up, I guided his hand to it.

“Surprise, you get to open up your present,” not sure if that made any sense, I will remember that always as the stupidly embarrassing thing I said and, in the moment, I hope he got it.

He was very gentle and slow when he pulled it out and I held onto the rail and bit my lip for dear life, I didn’t want him to think I was in pain out of fear that he would stop and it embarrassingly came out with a pop that I swore made him giggle. I bent over to my hoodie and got the small bottle of lube out.

“This is going to be a little cold,” I poured a bunch all over his cock and stroked it up and down coating the whole thing and he turned me around and put it all over my asshole, and onto his finger that he pushed inside of me which felt weird, but good, but cold as well and slimy which is usually not a feeling I like.

The next step was a little complicated and hopefully I describe it right, he eventually got it, but thankfully with his strong arms and will, he let me live out a fantasy I’ve been masturbating to for a long time.

“I want you to put your big cock in my ass and lift me up with your arms under my legs and my pussy spread wide facing the walkway, I want the feeling that I could be exposed at any moment and someone would see all of me, used like the slut I am by you.”

He really didn’t need any convincing after that. We started with me bent over and my hands on the rail, I wasn’t even sure if I could handle that giant cock, let alone everything I asked for, I mean my butt was still virgin and the largest thing I had was that butt plug I had tried a hand full of times and never understood why anal was so great. Even with all the lube I had to grit my teeth when he first entered, I swear he was pushing a small baseball bat into my ass and after he put the tip in, he stopped there till I was able to cope with the intrusion. About half way in he told me to lean back and I really thought I was going to break his cock in two but then one arm came under one leg and as I balanced like a clumsy flamingo, his other arm came under the other and I was lifted up, spread as he turned around and even though in my head, I could see the path and knew anyone looking in our direction probably couldn’t see us, I felt completely exposed. My face, my breasts, my legs spread opening up my pussy in a way that I felt someone could see right into me and obviously showing his cock was up my butt.

He lowered me though till my ass went right up against his abs, it wasn’t slow either, like sliding down a pole he was halfway in me one second and completely in me the next, “jesus fucking christ,” my mom would have slapped the hell out of me if she had heard me say that.

“Do you want us to get caught,” he said have stern half-jokingly with a slight laugh to his comment.

“You’re huge and you’re the first guy who ever stuck his dick in my ass, sorry.”

“You love it don’t you?”

Something was very different, it did hurt a lot and he was stretching me so much, but it somehow felt good at the exact same time in a way I never felt before, he was hitting places I didn’t know existed and if I just relaxed myself it started to hurt less and feel even better.

“Mhmmm,” was all I could manage to say, there was something very embarrassing about admitting to liking a dick in my ass.

He somehow held me into place and he slowly pulled out and then slowly pushed back into me, taking it gently at first, the pleasure intensifying as he did and for a moment, I thought I could feel him stimulating my pussy as well. As he felt I was getting more able to handle his cock he would get a little bit faster and fuck a little bit harder and the pleasure started to shadow the pain.

Bark! Bark!

We heard a dog behind us in the distance, so he turned us around towards the noise and even with all the trees we could see in the distance a man walking his dog that suddenly started barking as another man with his dog passed by. I didn’t know from their direction if they could see us, in this position see me, for the first time that night I was truly worried about exposure. The fucking started again although it was strange watching some stranger walk his dog not knowing that I was watching, naked, losing my anal virginity. He sat me up on the railing, taking the weight off of his arms, but I kept my legs spread.

“Spread your pussy open with your fingers,” he whispered in my ear.

I did as he told me without question, spreading my pussy wide, I could feel myself practically leaking, the wind around me hitting my insides, my clit, I was still so sensitive from his pussy eating that my clit felt like he was eating me out again or at least that’s what I wanted to feel and I couldn’t help but close my eyes and moan.

“Hmmm, he stopped, maybe he noticed us,” when I tried to look down, he put a hand over my eyes, “the little slut likes fear, exposure, she writes about it, but now it’s time to experience it or are you just all talk?”

“I don’t know.”

“Rub your pussy, tell me when your horniness makes you too honest for your own good.”

I reached down with my other hand and started playing with my clit, but it was still so sensitive I couldn’t help but be gentle with it, his tongue really did a number on me.

My breathing was hard, my moaning uncontrollable, I couldn’t see but in my mind the guy was standing right in front of me watching, a third man to ever see me in such an intimate, vulnerable state.

“So are you all talk?”

“No,” I said meekly, I wasn’t sure what a yes answer was going to get me and I worried whether or not this other stranger could see me or this was just him trying to mess with my head.

“Rub harder, faster, you know exactly how I want you to do it.”

“I’m still sensitive from before, I don’t think I can handle it.”

“Let me lend you a hand then.”

His other hand found mine and grabbed it, he forced my fingers to just barely penetrate my pussy, something I had never done before, he didn’t push them in, just enough that I played with the surface. I was so wet that I could hear the embarrassing sloshing of my pussy, his rough, hairy thumb rubbing against my clit, his cock thrusting just a little in and out with his rough treatment of my hand, this was the closest to feeling double penetrated for me.

“So, are you just all talk?” he stuck his tongue into my ear after he asked.

“No, I’m not, mmmm, would I be, all talk, and let you fuck me, and finger me, expose me.”

“You’re not exposed yet, my hand is like a mask, let’s test your resolve, I’m going to take my hand away and you will keep your eyes closed.”

“Yes Sir.”

Him removing his hand almost felt like he had just removed my hoodie in front of people, I felt more naked now that I had been naked moments ago.

“For all you know, he knows you, he could be a teacher, or someone you go to church with, a friend of your parents, a parent to one of your friends.”

The more he said the more people I pictured in front of me in the darkness watching, he was doing the one thing that I never believed anyone could do, he was not just fucking my ass but my mind as well.

“Don’t be rude, you should wave.”

“Wave? Why should I wave? What’s going on?”

“For the pictures or video, he’s taking on his phone.”

I opened my eyes and immediately put my hand over my breasts and pussy and looked down to see no one in sight, he had been playing with me the whole time, but the shock of being so exposed sent my arousal to a whole new level. I had streaked before, masturbated in front of my window, had close calls, been exposed only once in my life, but feeling like I had been again nearly made me orgasm out of fear alone.

“Oh, don’t worry little girl, you won’t be exposed yet.”

He lifted me off of the rail and back down and for the first time that night we had a very close call, as he lifted me up his cock slipped out and puling me down the tip grazed my pussy lips almost penetrating me, in a mistake of an instant, I had almost lost my cherry.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for that,” he apologized at something that almost happened but didn’t.

I shuddered at the thought more aroused than anything else at the possibility, I didn’t want to lose it just yet but the idea I almost had sent shivers through my body.

“It’s ok, let’s me finish, lay down.”

He laid down, using my hoodie like a pillow, I straddled him, facing away and lowered myself onto his cock letting it go up my ass once again. I spread my legs at the same time and began riding him and once I got used to it enough started to rub my clit as well, I wanted an orgasm so massive that all others I had before in my life would fail in comparison. I didn’t care how loud I got, there was no one out this late and even though he probably worried that my noises may draw attention, it was a risk he was willing to take for me. I mean I didn’t know for sure, I’m not a mind reader, but in my head, I hoped that was what he was thinking or more realistically I was a really crazy slut about to get us both thrown in jail for indecent exposure.

“Fill me, cum in me, please,” I begged, my body didn’t want to orgasm until he came inside me, I had a bad habit of edging myself for crazy reasons and this time was no different.

I rode him for all I was worth, I couldn’t tell what was starting to hurt more, my ass, my thighs or my sensitive pussy, but I was going to get him to cum in me.

“Mmmm, you want to fuck my slutty little pussy don’t you, or maybe you want to watch me get fucked by a bunch of guys,” I could feel him tense, but I wasn’t sure if my words were working.

“Am I a slut?”

“Mmmm, yes you are.”

“You love fucking my slutty little body.”

“And you love toying with me and pushing my kinky little fantasies, it makes you feel like such a strong,” I emphasized squeezing his cock with my ass, “big,” driving down hard on him “man.”

“Yes!”

“You turn me on so much, you fucked me in ways you never knew possible, that I never thought someone could,” I spun around, his cock in my ass still and pulled him up towards me and kissed him passionately, moaning into his mouth. Riding him still, my hand between us frantically rubbing my pussy. He gripped the back of my head and grunted loudly, my lips and mouth muffling him as I felt him spurt his cum into me over and over again like molten hot liquid coating my insides and I started cumming as well screaming into his mouth.

When we finally separated our mouths, he ordered me to get on my knees and bend over and of course I complied, he hadn’t ordered me to do anything I was against yet, so why should I have stopped now. I looked behind to watch him pick up the plug I brought, wipe it off with his shirt and apply some lube on it before pushing it back into my ass.

“A slut like you probably wants a to go box, doesn’t she?”

I blushed that his cum was no sealed in my ass but it did go a long with a request from one of my patreons who wanted to see it leaking out of me in a picture when I got home.

“My hoodie please good sir,” my voice now playful instead of submissive, it’s just something I do when I feel, shy again.

“Hmmm, about that, how about one last bit of fun before we finish the night.”

“Fucking me in the ass, exposing me and cumming inside of me not enough for you?”

“Let’s be honest, it’s not enough or you.”

I think the look on my face was somewhere between what the fuck and I just got slapped and am in shock.

“So, um, what did you have in mind?”

“Oh simple, you’re going to wait here, I’m going to go back to Starbucks with your hoodie and sandals, and you’re going to come get it before I leave.”

“Wait, how long are you going to stay, how long do I have to stay?!?!”

“Count to 100, tease your pussy while you do and think of your cum filled ass, then come find me, that’s c-o-m-e not c-u-m slut, just don’t keep me waiting for too long.”

Shit, I had streaked before, which was another story, but not so openly downtown, there was the hotel and apartments over the businesses and probably people still out and yet I was getting so turned on thinking about it that I didn’t even realize I had started playing with my pussy again. No, I need to think, I need to count, then think and, mmmm, I’m going to cum again before I even reach 50. It took all my will power not to because my legs were wobbly enough as it was and my mind a fog of lust, I needed to think or get exposed. The short way would be quicker but it’s by the hotel and people there may still be awake so I may get seen and can’t have that.

If I go the long way, the stores are closed, there are apartments, but they are higher up and I can hide if I stay close to the stores but he may be gone by the time I got there. I decided I couldn’t hesitate anymore and went for it. I couldn’t run, my legs were too far gone at the moment but could just a modest jog going the long way. I felt like I was making too much noise as my bare feet slapped against the wood and every sound in the area made me jump and cover myself. The sad part was every time I did, I wanted to start playing with my breasts and pussy again but knew I couldn’t do that. The butt plug holding his cum inside of me wasn’t helping either and the constant rubbing as I jogged just reminded me of how much of a real slut I was becoming.

When I got back to the lake, I really started feeling exposed, this was the part where there really wasn’t much to hide behind, a bench maybe, but other than that, open exposed area that I just had to get through as quickly as possible. I decided on the long way since I saw so many lights in the hotel still on and made my way to the lakeside area, it was dark and further away from the main street downtown so I felt a bit at ease.

From there I went even further out of my way to the parking lot back behind the restaurants and old movie theater to get down a hallway instead of openly by the street. Crossing the street downtown to the other side was a big worry of mine but it ended up being not as exposing as I thought it would be, probably would have been a great picture but not with my face and nakedness in it for all to see. There was a building between me and Starbucks that housed a lot of offices on each floor and the first was always kept open at all hours to allow them access, so for the first time I felt a bit concealed being inside, that’s when I realized my biggest problem.

The bar, the tavern, I hadn’t brought a watch, I had no idea what time it was, even if they were close, they may have had people cleaning up or closing up for all I knew. I stepped outside and got closer to the bar, saw inside and no lights were on, the place was closed and deserted, a stroke of good luck. I was about to move when a car drove past, thankfully I was behind a bench when it did and don’t think the driver saw me. I knew at this point I couldn’t wait any longer and once it made the turn I ran back into the front area where we met, except, he wasn’t there.

After a momentary panic attack thinking I was about to have to make a 30-minute walk home completely naked, there was my hoodie and sandals on the seat where we met. I picked them up, quickly put them on, there was a piece of paper in the pocket with his phone number, and a message saying, maybe we’ll have some more fun before I leave.

The walk home took a little longer because I was exhausted, my legs sore especially my thighs and the butt plug was starting to rub in the wrong areas, but to be honest at that point, this late at night my hoodie felt like shelter enough covering me. I snuck back in through my window, put a towel on my bed and gently pulled out the plug which started leaking the moment it came out so I had to take a pic quickly as requested. A quick shower and trying my best to expel his cum out of my ass, I put on my usual PJs, the ones he had first seen me in and started writing this while it was all still fresh in my head. Maybe I will text him before he leaves, who knows if I’ll ever see him again.

Maggie's Wet Dreams Ch. 4

[Hey guys, since I finally had some time off and really wanted to write and have to figure out the next chapter of Maggie's Journey. I thought I would switch it up by adding another chapter to her wet dreams. This one is a little weird though because it's a continuation of Chapter 2 and the first part actually happened...thought you guys might enjoy some reality to all my fiction. Let me know what you think.]

Maggie’s Wet Dreams

Chapter 4 – The Devil Returns

I guess you could call this more of a wet wish more than a dream, since the dream I had in chapter 2 partially had come out. Not sure if the person I’m writing about will ever find out although part of me wishes he would. But I guess there is a little truth and a lot of fiction to go with this next chapter if that makes any sense. You see the man I originally talked about is real and although I had a dream about him fucking me in a park bathroom and us nearly getting caught and the hilariously exposing ending to it. I did in fact tease him, seduce him clumsily, take him into a bathroom where I sucked his cock and where he ate me out to one of the most amazing orgasms I ever had in my life.

You see, I am still a virgin and have only ever sucked off two men in my life, well a boy and a man now that I know the difference after experiencing him and he was the first ever to give me pleasure…that wasn’t battery powered. Actually, let’s start with a little reality before we delve into my dirty fiction. You see the day started out a lot like my dream, saw him jogging past but was obviously too shy to rip open my window and call out to say hi to a random stranger jogging by. I did however throw on some shoes like a lazy teenager late for school and ran out just as quickly. I really didn’t have any hope what so ever of running into him but luck would have it, he stopped at the park to stretch. I was still only wearing my pajamas which consisted of old running clothes because of how unrestricting they felt and like the story wasn’t wearing any underwear.

We started talking and he was a really sweet guy who asked things like, how long have you lived here, how old I was, if I was still in school and what I was going to college for, you know the typical conversation pieces so you don’t seem like a creepy old guy talking to a girl maybe half your age. Since he was stretching, I felt awkward just standing there and being if I was going to run should stretch to or else not walk for the next day or two but funny enough, like my story, I had no idea how much I was possibly showing off while I did. Lifting my leg to stretch out my hamstrings, leaning to one side then the other for my calves, bending over to stretch out my back and doing things I wouldn’t have normally thought twice about because I was usually in a sports bra and running spanx that were covering me like a producer trying to keep a PG rating in his movie.

Even worse, just thinking of what I wrote and knowing he was real had my nipples hard and my pussy practically leaking, whether or not I noticed how much I was flashing. To this day I still picture him as I bent over to touch my ankles, looking down the top of my shirt and seeing my braless tits and knowing he was the second man on earth that had seen them in person, that wasn’t my doctor.

We did run for a bit, talked about ourselves and why he was visiting, but I couldn’t help but constantly look down at his shorts, biting my lip, seeing his cock was as hard as my nipples that I hope he didn’t notice or maybe I did. I mean dreams are one thing but reality is another, and in all honestly, I’m usually torn believing that all these dirty desires, written fantasies, urges that I have will stay just words on a page. But I guess, a little too much arousal between two people pushes such fantasies into reality. It wasn’t him that started it either, even though his cock was practically raging, threatening to come out of those shorts if they were any shorter, I couldn’t take it anymore. Maybe it was my shirt rubbing up against my sensitive nipples, maybe it was the air against my bare pussy as we ran, the endorphins from the pain of each stride or just how damn turned on I get after I work out.

We grabbed a drink at one of the fountains by a public park bathroom, the perks of living in a small town like mine. He bent over and I was staring so intently at the leg of his shorts, praying, urning for it to peak, just a little, just the head, just the tip, anything and that’s when it hit me, I needed to see it, touch it, taste it. When he stood straight up again and turned to me, his cock thoroughly outlined, the tip a mere inch from poking out it was that long, thick and hard I spoke without thinking.

“So, um,” like an innocent little girl, legs crossed, finger teasing across my braless chest, “need some help with that thing?”

I don’t’ remember the look exactly, whether it was shock that I noticed, shock that I said that and, in my fantasies, when I still think about it, the look is more a confident pose, but either way my attention went quickly from his face to reaching the leg of his shorts and gripping it. I could have done it over his shorts, but felt that wouldn’t have been enough to draw him in, literally and metaphorically. I mean, really, a young girl has your hard cock in her hand, are you really going to tell her no at that point? To make sure I kept him wrapped around my finger, I kept my hand wrapped around his dick, stroking it as if I was saying, this is mine now. I never truly realized till that moment, how much power someone has when they have their hand wrapped around a penis.

“Come with me,” was all that I managed to say, I was so nervous that I worried he could feel me shaking.

I pulled him into the men’s side of the bathroom, I didn’t want him freaking out any more if I had pulled him into the women’s, well I’d like to say that but I just picked the door closest and walked us in. We didn’t’ lock it, we were in a remote park that few went to unless school was out and before he could say another word, I pulled down his shorts, there was no underwear which explained a lot and only marveled at his cock for a mere second. Like I said, I didn’t want him thinking rationally anytime soon and needed to keep him thinking with his dick and not his brain.

I started by licking the tip, looking up into his eyes as I did, lots of pornos always had the girls looking up into the man’s eyes. There was something so seductive about it but also very submissive at the same time. He tasted a little salty at first, I wasn’t sure if it was the sweat from his running or the precum from the tip of his cock but I was so turned on that I didn’t care. In fact the thought of sucking it right after he ran and how wrong it was, dirty it made me feel that most sensible women would probably have told him to take a shower first before they even touched it let alone tasted it turned me on so much that I actually gripped it with my hand and licked it from the bottom of his balls to the tip of his cock taking in the full taste of it all, something so lewd and lust filled that I hadn’t even fantasized me doing that alone actually doing it and causing him to moan and grunt as licked up his shaft and over the slit of his penis and to make it more intense, immediately took the thing into my mouth down as far as I could.

I mean the first cock I had ever sucked was pretty big, a little smaller than this one and not as thick, but I managed to take my first pretty well without gagging, this felt like another monster, a step up in the game with little experience or practice between the two. Although in my head I was a pro, I watched so many videos, read so many stories and wanted it all, the taste, the feeling of it pushing down my throat, stretching it, the pain of my legs as I squatted in front of him, keeping balance with a hand wrapped around the shaft and my head bobbing up and down and even more as I stopped for just a second to take off my shirt and throw it on the ground next to me revealing my naked, braless tits that he had only gotten glimpses of to this point. At some point though taking his cock deeper, further down my throat, going all the way to the tip and coming back down till I felt pubes against my nose I had this image in my mind that he was fucking my brain.

See a little fact about me, which is why I write, the more turned on I get, the more open I become, the more about myself I want to expose, be humiliated by. I guess you can label me as a sapiosexual, that I get turned on so much but the mental aspect of it and like a horny little loop get more turned on as I reveal and experience more which turns me on more, which makes me want to reveal and experience more.

I remember stopping for a second, stroking him and saying, “Ever since that first time you ran by my window, I’ve been dreaming of this cock so badly.”

“Oh really, what have you been dreaming about it?”

“Sucking it just like this, the feeling of it in my hand, the taste, how big and thick it was as it went down my throat as I touched myself and today, I just couldn’t take it anymore.”

“That’s why you came out dressed like that?”

“Mmmm, yesss, when did you first notice?” I started sucking his cock again in earnest, letting him tell me when he first noticed and got so turned on by his answer.

“I noticed your nipples first at the park and figured it was just natural since I’ve seen women before with hard nipples running, then you started stretching and where I was sitting I could see your slit, but didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to embarrass you,” I remember his cock was twitching as he talked, his ass clenching and tremors running through his body like he was getting so turned on at the thought, “then you bent over and I saw you weren’t wearing a bra, could see your tits and nipples just there through the top of your shirt.”

I took it as deep as I could, looking up at him as he looked down at me, cock fully in my mouth, topless but instead of looking him seductively I felt I was almost looking up at him with puppy dog eyes, innocently. His hand went into my hair, almost lovingly, but that’s not what I wanted it and gripped his hand, squeezed it so he would tighten around my short chin length hair as I bobbed my head again up and down his cock as if I was saying, “fuck my mouth.”

I didn’t want to be loved, I didn’t want to be tender, I wanted this great specimen of a man to use me, fuck me, treat me like the slut I was being. I, a random girl, that you just met, probably half your age, wearing practically nothing had just taken you into a public bathroom, pulled down your shorts and stuck your sweaty cock into her mouth.

He wasn’t getting it though, understandable I guess, he didn’t know my limits, didn’t know what I wanted and I had to tell him and with the tip just resting on my lips, his hand still gripping the back of my hair as I wished he would tug on it just a little, “fuck my mouth, please, I want you to fuck my mouth and cum down my throat.”

“You are such a little slut aren’t you,” I guess when a girl talks dirty, time for the man to jump in and prove himself and with both hands gripping the back of my head, fingers entwined in my hair he started pumping his cock in my mouth and down my throat like he hadn’t fucked in years.

I remember it hurt a little as it rammed down my throat, the feeling of his muscular stomach slapping against my face, almost feeling disorientated as he went in and out and trying to breathe through my nose the best I could while he did but worrying at the same time that I might suffocate or pass out before he finished. My hands gripping his legs, fingers digging into his thighs, the few thoughts I could have other than for air were if I should touch myself, but before I could even think of how while keeping my balance, he pulled me hard and fast to him, his cock fully inside and down my throat and for the second time in my life felt a man cum inside of me and his groans as he did making me feel, almost, accomplished and proud of myself in a way that I was able to please and get this man off.

As he pulled out, I couldn’t help but suck him for all I was worth, partially that I wanted him not to pull out of my mouth and partially because I wanted to suck every last drop of his cum out like a good little slut. I nearly giggled as I heard him moan loud as I sucked hard on his sensitive cock as it left my lips.

I remember getting up on wobbly legs, smiling, licking my lips at the drop that managed to escape and looking up at him trying to catch his breath, still looking at me as he leaned back against the bathroom counter.

“Mmm, thank you,” was all I could manage to say, I mean I wasn’t sure what else to say and starting to feel a little awkward.

“My turn now,” were words I didn’t understand when he said them, when he gripped my waist, sat me on top of the counter and pulled down my shorts down my legs and completely off to the floor.

I was scared that he was going to take my virginity without asking, that he was about to fuck me without permission and sometimes I think back to that moment wishing he would but was also scared he would that I had bigger ideas in mind for ways to lose it.

“Hey, um, I’m actually a,” was all I could say about to come clean that I was a virgin but instead of trying to shove his cock into me which had lost its great stature, he got down on his knees in front of me, my legs over his shoulders, pussy on full display open in front of him and did something completely unexpected, “oh my god!”

I was so embarrassed at first, this was the first man to see my pussy so close and not only that, he had his tongue in my slit, licking around my lips and up over my clit, places that no other person had touched either other than myself. His hands reached around, gripping my thighs, my hands back around his head holding onto him for balance or maybe just the added feeling of knowing he was there, between my thighs, eating my pussy.

It felt so good, better than anything I had ever experience, his tongue, his mouth, knowing that a complete stranger was eating my pussy and tasting me in a public bathroom, I wanted it to last forever, I would have loved for it to last hours even if it meant me not cumming, especially every time he lapped across my clit. I couldn’t help how my body reacted though and I wasn’t sure if it was seconds or minutes that went by but my thighs began to squeeze against the sides of his head, my hands drawing him in closer as I wish that was possible but knew it wasn’t until he began licking and sucking on my clit, his lips sealed around my sensitive little nub and sounds of sucking like he was trying to get something out of a clogged straw.

“I’m close, oh my god, I’m so close, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

I had to bite my arm from screaming or else someone would have probably run into thinking I was getting raped or something because the orgasm was eye rollingly amazing. When I finally let him free, my body shaking and twitching from the orgasm, he got up and at eye level I pulled him in for a passionate kiss, I didn’t care if I still tasted like his cum or him like my pussy, something made me kiss him. Then almost clinically, he put on his shorts, gave me one last look, smiled and walked out leaving me there naked sitting in the men’s room next to a sink. I mean I eventually got to my senses, put my clothes on quick and walked out, bumping into someone embarrassed and walking into the girl’s bathroom pretending it was a stupid accident

I honestly didn’t think I would ever see him again since he had just been there visiting although his parents did live in town which is why he was down there in the first place. I didn’t know anything about him really and realized later, I didn’t even know his name, he knew mine but never told me his. That was a few months ago from when I started writing this and have been since he’s back in town and have seen him jogging by my window every morning. I wondered if he thought about me running around town, hoping to run into me again, or maybe I was just his little fling, his dirty little secret and it would be awkward. Well, here is where some reality comes in.

I ran into him in town, I was doing some studying on one of my few days off, getting ready for an online test at our local coffee shop when he walked in, with his wife and two kids, they sat over at a table on the other side but we could see each other, or at least I saw him, it took him some time to notice me. Now even in this hot weather I’m still a tomboy, hoodies, shirts, cargo shorts, I doubt he would have noticed if I hadn’t made eye contact and he put two and two together.

I honestly felt a little ashamed, dirty, like a homewrecker not knowing his was married and couldn’t tell you that day if he was wearing a ring or not and whether I noticed or just ignored it. His wife was very attractive though, obviously worked out, tall, blonde, well dressed, she was practically Barbie. Then an even stranger feeling came over me, jealousy which also seemed to turn me on and almost like in a weird competition, took my hoodie off, which I never do, especially since I was braless, my shirt raising slightly to show off my skin but not high enough to show my breasts. Out of the corner of his eye, I felt like he was watching me out of the corner of his. Spread my legs just a little trying to seem I was getting comfortable but then obviously, looked over at him when I thought no one else was looking and let my hand trail over my left breast, it was so dirty, wrong, slightly scary and exciting.

That’s when I did something even worse, I left my stuff at the table, went into the bathroom which is one person at a time, stripped naked and masturbated right there, pressed up against the wall, wishing he was there with me. Just before I finished there was a knock and it was him, I knew his voice so well thinking about it for months.

“Sorry, occupied,” I hated talking while in the bathroom, especially naked, rubbing my pussy, trying to keep a straight face.

“Oh, I’m sorry, just my son had to use it, we’ll wait.”

God I was so wet and turned on, I pretended to flush, wash my hands and nervously opened up the door to see him there with his kid, he apologized and my chest brushed against his arm as I walked past him. I hoped the bathroom smelled like my arousal and he remembered what that smelled like and knew what I was doing. I won’t deny it, I immediately went home right after, pulled out my favorite sex toy and came multiple times thinking of all sorts of situations, even ones where his wife joined in, using me like the little slut I was, bobbing my head on his cock, forcefully making me deep throat it with her hand gripping my hair and forcing me up and down.

I guess now that we’re all caught up, this was my dream.

The dream took place at night, I was walking around the local area, going through the parks but not in my usual attire. Instead of my safe hoodie, skater clothes that made most people mistake me for a little boy, I was in a dress, sleeveless, flowing, a tie around the back of my neck and sandals, no underwear to speak of, just a thin piece of material between my naked body and the world. A world that seemed very much empty except for the few strangers walking their dogs, the random car driving by late at night, that was, until I saw him. The same running clothes from that day, ear phones on, completely oblivious to me and the world around him, which I guess is the point of running.

I waved as he looked into my direction and his expression went from shock until he looked around and then to a smile as he looked back at me and then checking me out. I felt his eyes scanning over me and the dress getting tighter as if to give his imagination a lot to work with.

He walked over, catching his breath from his run or maybe he was just that excited or nervous to see me, putting his headphones in his pocket, “hi there, Maggie right?”

“Yeah, I never got your name by the way, I don’t think…”

“It’s Mike, remember?”

“Oh, I remember a lot,” I say biting my lip and looking down at the hard on forming in his running shorts.

“Just going for a stroll?”

“Couldn’t get my mind off of something,” still looking at his cock through his shorts which was obvious by now.

“Oh, I know, the bathroom smelled delicious…as weird as that sounds, you know what I’m saying.”

“How about we go for a walk.”

We walked down the street, there was a little hidden space by the apartments between the building and a fence that blocked off where the AC units were which was right next to the sidewalk and street that I pulled him into. He knew why I brought him there but what I did next was probably a very nice surprise. I untied the knot of the dress from behind my neck, and as soon as I let go, the dress fell to the ground leaving me completely naked for him to see. I stepped out of it, walking up to him, my hand on his chest, guiding him till his back was up against the fence.

I rubbed a finger over my wetness and guided it up to his mouth, “was this what smelled so delicious?” as I slipped my finger into his mouth and felt him suck my juices off.

“My turn,” I got down on my knees pulling his shorts down like I had done before, no underwear, just his hard cock waiting for me as I stroked it, the feeling so familiar, like I had just done it yesterday.

I kiss the tip, the same salty familiar taste, wrapping my lips around it and taking it deep, although this time feeling easier than the first.

“That’s my little slut,” his hands in my hair, I look up to see him smiling, hear him moaning as he watches me, “your little mouth is so amazing.”

A car drives by and I feel him tense, I mean what would someone say if they found us, a naked girl sucking his cock out in public, especially in a small town where rumor spreads like wild fire, his wife would surely find out. It was almost hilarious and exhilarating every time I would see lights from bleed through the slim cracks of the fence, the sounds of their engines as they passed and how fidgety he would get each time, looking around as if he was about to get caught.

Ring! Ring!

His phone was ringing and lit up in his shorts, a picture of him and his wife on the screen with the name Alexa. He immediately bent over to pick it up, pushing me towards his stomach, his cock down my throat and the blood being pushed into it as he bent over. I thought he was going to stretch my throat for a second as it thickened inside of me.

“Hi Hun,” I was kind of shocked he picked up his phone, a tremor in his voice, “yeah I’m ok, just finishing up a run, had way too much energy still.”

A devious idea came over me and I continued to suck his cock, stroking it and gripping his ass as he talked, I wanted to see how long he could keep this poker face while on the phone with his wife. At one point I sucked hard enough that I had hoped to suck the cum right out of his balls but instead just felt him tense again as it may had been too intense for him.

“Are you still on about the girl at the coffee shop?”

I couldn’t believe my ears that she was talking about me and that this super, feminine trophy wife was jealous about tomboyish, nonexistent me.

“I tell you; I have no idea who she was, maybe she thought I was one of her teachers or something.”

I stopped and began licking his cock all over with my tongue, not leaving an inch untouched, until I reached the tip and let the tip of my tongue run along the slit of his cock.

“Are you, mmm, drinking Alexa?”

I look up as I suck to see a look of surprise on his face, I can’t tell what she’s saying, but whatever it is caught him off guard. Which then he pulls his phone away from his ear for a second and looks down at his phone, he then brings it back up to his ear and for a split second I thought I saw a lot of skin but couldn’t make what of.

“I’m a mile or two away, I was only half way through my run, it’ll take me a little bit to get back.”

His words made me almost disappointed that he was not going to let me finish or throw me away so he could go be with his wife, as bad as that sounded in my head.

“You want me to what?” I felt his body stiffen, “I’m out in public,” he paused, “in the woods, seriously?”

I watched as he took off his shirt and throw it to the ground, kicking his shorts away too leaving him completely naked except for his running shoes and then he pulled my mouth off of his cock.

“Just one second,” he mouthed to me and held up his phone and took a naked selfie, then a picture of his cock and sent it to her.

“What? Hun, you’ve been drinking too much, I shoul,” he took the phone away from his ear once more and put it on speaker phone and placed it on the ground.

“Are your hands all free?” I heard her voice for the first time, angelic with a devilish undertone.

“Yes,” his tone almost seemed submissive and I watched as he leaned back, obeying her commands, now naked and more worried about being caught then before.

“Now stroke that huge, sweaty cock I love so much,” I guess when she saw it glistening in the picture, she figured it was sweat and not my saliva all over her husband’s cock.

I saw him start to stroke, but pushed his hand out of the way, giving him a look and began sucking it once again, “yes Alexa.”

“Call me Ma’am tonight,” her voice stern with dominance.

“Yes, ma’am, mmmm,” he moaned, not hiding his pleasure, I just only hoped she couldn’t hear me sucking.

“She was cute wasn’t she, for a little girl, I bet you loved when she took that frumpy hoodie off and showed those hidden tits under it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he bit his lip stifling another moan as he felt my tongue shift around his cock while I sucked it.

“I know you aren’t blind sweetie, even I noticed them and that she wasn’t wearing a bra either,” I blushed not knowing it was that obvious when I went without one, “I wonder what else she was hiding under those boyish clothes of hers.”

I looked up to see him looking back down at me, studying my body as if he was going say a cute ass and slim figure, but he didn’t say anything just moaned without answering.

“I bet she’s a glorious little cock sucker, if she’s not a lesbian that is.”

“Mmmm, oh she is,” his eyes shot wide, “I mean! I bet she is too!”

“I bet she was the slutty girl in her school, it’s always the quiet, innocent looking ones that are fucking every guy they can.”

“Hun, I think you’ve had too much to drink.”

“Are you close?”

“Am I what?”

“Close to blowing that big delicious load of yours?”

“Mmm, I am.”

“I want you to stop then, I don’t want to finish to fast, mmmm.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m touching myself, thinking about you fucking that little slut, her bent over in front of you begging to be taken and to be so lucky to get to experience that cock of yours.”

I did just that, like she was commanding me as well I bent over, spread my legs and looked back as if pleading with him to fuck me.

“Would you, would you fuck that little whore?”

He went silent, not knowing what to say, I mean who would admit to their wife that they would gladly cheat on them with someone half their age that was old enough to be their daughter.

“What if I wanted you to?”

“I guess if you wanted me to,” he moved forward, positioned his cock in front of my wet pussy and slowly began pushing it in.

I had to bite down on my hand hoping that she didn’t hear my gasp as he suddenly entered me. I had forgotten how it felt inside of me, how big it was, how I felt so stretched and filled when every inch had penetrated me.

“There’s only one question left,” another dramatic pause as we both waited for the question, “would you let me join in on the fun as well?”

“Mmm, of course sweetie, of course.”

The call suddenly ended with a beep, his cock fully inside of me, he stood there, unmoving.

“Well, here I am,” she came from around the corner wearing nothing but a large trench coat.

He backed away, his cock pulling out of me and I too scared to move, still bent over, naked, holding the AC unit. She held up her phone showing a map, she was obviously tracking his phone and had some reason to see where he was because he was so close by.

“Now I admit, I was a little shocked and angry when I first saw you two, but then I got really turned on and figured why not have a little fun myself,” she untied the coat and let it drop to the ground revealing she was wearing nothing underneath it and my god, even I could appreciate how amazing her body was.

“Now come here princess,” I was mesmerized and afraid at the same time but stood up and walked over to her.

“I’m sorry, I should never have,” she raised her hand and I flinched, afraid she was going to slap me.

She then grabbed me by the hair, pulling back painfully and without another word, kissed me deeply, slipping her tongue into my mouth and if that hadn’t caught me off guard as it was, I felt her slither her hand down my stomach and shove two fingers into my pussy causing me to moan and gasp into her mouth. She didn’t stop though, massaging my tongue with her own, fingering me, twisting and turning her fingers, hooking them inside of me. My leg’s buckling and shaking as she ruthlessly finger fucked me and just as I thought I was about to cum she pulled her fingers out, gave me a gentle kiss on the lips and let go of my hair.

On shaky legs I looked back, trying to figure out what was going on and watched her bring my fingers to her nose and then to her lips as she tasted me. She walked up to me, as naked as I was but felt like a dominant presence and I flinched again as she brought her face next to my ear, “I smelled you in the bathroom too slut.”

“Bend over,” she commanded.

I didn’t understand thought, bend over on the AC, was she going to spank me, but as I paused to figure out her command she grabbed me by the hair once again, pulling me down and bending me at the waist, then raising me up to look just in time at her pussy right in front of me. It was hairless, perfect, probably waxed at how smooth it was.

“Now be a good little slut and make mommy feel good,” I obeyed feeling odd as she called herself mommy, I came closer about to taste my first pussy ever that wasn’t my own.

Impatient with how slow I was, she pulled me towards her by my hair till she smushed my face and mouth right between her legs.

“Now you my love,” don’t be a child, come here and show me what you were doing before I interrupted.

Almost hesitant he walked back up behind me, his hands finding my hips as he kneeled just a little and I felt the tip of his cock at my pussy. He slowly penetrated me, but that wasn’t fast enough for her either and I felt her reach around me, grasping him with both hands and pulling him towards her so hard and fast that I thought his cock would come out through my mouth. His cock twitched inside of me, probably as surprised at the sudden and instant penetration as I was and I feared he would have cum right then. The whole time however I didn’t stop licking her pussy, eating it like he had eaten mine.

“I see my husband has taught you a few tricks, how many times has he licked your pussy?”

“Just the once Ma’am,” I said between licks, her juices covering my face, her husband impaling me, not moving.

“Awe such a polite little girl, shouldn’t you reward her sweetie.”

His thrust began, slow and steady, but deep as he came out and thrust all the way back in like a piston. His hands holding their grip tight into my hips, I felt he was doing everything he could to hold off cumming.

“Faster sweetie, and you, don’t stop,” she commanded as we both obeyed and I felt him pick up the pace.

“Mmmm, yes ma’am,” I said before delving my tongue inside of her then licking up and sucking gently on her clit causing her hips to thrust forward involuntarily as I hit a good spot.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this little slut sooner, we could have been having oh so much fun together,” I felt her lean forward and the sounds of kissing over me, the whole thing just making me hotter and wetter as I felt like nothing more than a sex toy they were using for their own pleasure.

“Oh god, she’s so good, maybe not a lesbian, but a good pussy licker nonetheless,” her praise made me blush and proud as the same time, “now don’t you dare cum till I do, although princess you can cum as much as you want,” she reached under and tweaked my right nipple as she said it.

Such evil words that probably made him want to cum sooner and for some reason made my body hold off my orgasm.

“Faster sweetie, show me what I real man you can be,” her words encouraged, his grip tightened, his thrusts became faster and harder.

“Oh god, mmmm, I’m not sure how much longer I can last,” he said grunting, doing everything in his power to hold off but I could feel his cock twitching inside of me as almost begging for release.

“Not until this little pussy licker, mmmm, finishes, me,” her grip tightened in my hair as well, she was already wet when she had come over, I bet she had been playing with herself while she watched as and was on the verge this whole time.

“Oh god Alexa, please cum, please, I can’t, I can’t,” he grunted still thrusting, his grip now painful as he dug his fingers into my sides.

“Yes, yes, now, now,” if it wasn’t obvious, she was cumming, she startled both us as she started to gush and spray all over my face as she came, the sight so hot that her husband began cumming inside of, feeling that he was gushing an equal amount of cum as he filled my insides.

However, the one that was allowed to cum as much as she wanted to, hadn’t yet. Although she must had been weak from the orgasm, she still had enough strength or stubbornness to grab my arm, stand me straight and throw me up against the fence. I stood there, naked, with her juices covering my face, dripping down to my chest and her husband’s cum leaking out of me. The whole tone suddenly changed and it seemed more serious than sexual and without warning she shoved 3 fingers inside of me. She wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t lustful, it was anger and as she brutally began finger fucking me, she grabbed my hair with her other hand and drew me close to her.

“You fucked my husband,” her voice now filled with anger, adding a 4th finger to her assault.

“I’m sorry, it was wrong, I didn’t,” she tugged on my hair, the pain causing me to pause.

“Shut up slut, you’re just lucky it’s me and thought you were so fuckable as well and decided to indulge in this opportunity, but now you’re my little slut.”

As forceful and unforgiving as she was, I was starting to feel my own orgasm start to build as her fingers stirred my insides and could only imagine his cum churning inside of me as she did.

“Now what are you?”

“Your, mmph, your little slut.”

She motioned her husband to come over, the look on his face shocked at what he was seeing, “and whose cock is this,” she said as she gripped me and pulled him closer.

“Your cock, mmmm, ma’am!”

“Good girl, now does the little girl want to cum?”

“Yes ma’am…”

“Now rub your clit, I don’t make homewrecking whores cum,” she kept her fingers inside of me but watched as I reached down and started rubbing my clit., “and tell me when you’re going to cum.”

It wasn’t going to take long, I was so close now and all of this humiliation was sending me into overdrive, my fingers a blur on my clit, my hips wishing it could thrust and get her to finger fuck me still instead of just filling me and not moving. That all didn’t matter as I was on the verge or an earth-shattering orgasm.

“Ma’am, I’m going to cum…”as I said that she put her hand to my face and I was unable to close my mouth as she had control over my jaw and as I came, she put her fingers in my mouth covered with both my juices and a giant clump of her husband’s cum, forcing me to take it all as I orgasmed.

She let go and my mouth instinctively closed around her fingers concealing my moans and screams, forcing me to swallow all that was on her fingers. My legs wobbled, her fingers never left my mouth, I felt like I was on the verge of collapse and it was taking all of my energy not to fall to the ground.

“Such a good little girl, but one more thing,” she smiled a devilish smile as I saw white and clenched my stomach as she punched me right in the gut.

Her fingers left my mouth as I collapsed onto the ground, my arms around my stomach gasping for the air she just knocked out of me. She pushed me onto my back with her foot and pressed it on my chest between my breasts.

She looked down at me spitting on my face, “next time you fuck my husband without my knowledge and permission,” she put her weight making me fear she was going to break my sternum, “I’ll drop you off at the center of town like you are now.”

I watched as they both got dressed and then as she walked over to my dress picking it up off of the ground, “too nice for a slut, don’t want to ruin it with all that pussy juice and cum.”

The last thing I saw before I woke up was them both walking away, the wife’s head held up high, the husband 3 feet behind with his head down, t-shirt in his hand.

Life Update

Sadly we lost our first game last night by 1 run. Our team was definitely not in that "zone", we fell behind, caught up, fell behind, tied, came up on time and into the last inning they got the one run to end the game. We are now 4-1.

In other news, jogger guy who I wrote about in Maggie's Wet Dreams and not sure if I said most of it came true is back in town. Ran into him the other day and found out a few things about him. He's married, his wife is actually pretty hot and he's got 2 really cute kids...does it make me a home wrecker that I sucked off and then got eaten out in a public park bathroom by a married man? That I also teased him from a far and watched as he almost thought his secret exercise partner was going to tell his wife how she helped him release some tension after a run...although I'm curious, if he wanted more would he feel guilty now that I knew or fuck my mouth harder knowing I know but wants him to anyways?

Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 5.5

[Hey everyone thanks for your continued support and I'm sorry for not writing these last few days, my job has been working me near death and today is the only day I've gotten off this week and going into another week of work with only two days off this time. Anyways, enjoy the end to chapter 5 as I figure out 6. I really needed to do some laundry and this really helped.]

“Did I strike a nerve or just push the right button?” he giggled triumphantly as he asked.

God, I wanted him to fuck me so badly, to feel his giant cock thrust in and out of me. I wasn’t sure if it was because I wanted to orgasm myself or know that I was fucked by something so perfect, and I mean strictly his cock and nothing that was attached to it, in fact if only I could just have his cock alone, things would have been far more perfect.

“You know, I thought you were so innocent originally, just your friend trying to corrupt a pure little doll for her amusement, but you aren’t innocent, are you?”

“Not, innocent, at all,” shit, why would I tell this jerk that?

“Let me guess, high school prom, lost your virginity in the back of some nerd’s car that lasted a magical 2 minutes?”

“Mmmm, not even close.”

“Oh really, now I’m intrigued,” his cock twitched and for a second felt harder and even longer than it had moments ago, if that was even possible, “so what was your first time like?”

“Intense…” there was no way I could tell him the truth, no way I could tell him I was gangbanged, and I especially couldn’t say it was at a glory hole.

His fingers began kneading my ass, his cock pulsing inside of me as if he was controlling it with his will alone to stir my insides without moving, enough to tease me but not enough to get me off, “who was he?”

“They…” like holding off before of being impaled by his cock, I tried my best to hold off from answering his questions, but like his cock skewering me from below, my mental walls felt like they were slowly being taken down as well.

“Oh, they, like your two best friends, guys you met on a trip, or maybe you southern girls just keep it in the family.”

“I don’t know…”

“What do you mean you don’t know? Were they strangers, or did you just not care to find out their names?”

“I don’t know…”

“How many of them were there then?”

“I don’t know…”

“You don’t know their names, fine, but how do you not know how many there were, can’t you count?”

“I couldn’t see them,” I could feel the walls in my mind starting to crack, the light of the truth starting to shine through.

His grip tightened on my ass and it felt like he was pressing me down harder onto his lap, his dick stretching me further and for all I knew, could have just pushed another half an inch deeper into me, felt like another 6 inches in my head. A dirty, imaginative mind tends to blow things out of proportion between the pleasure and the pain I could picture it coming into my pussy and out of my mouth any second now.

“Too scared and kept your eyes closed the whole-time little girl?”

“No, mmph” the butt plug started vibrating, this time more intensely than ever before, “I was blindfolded.”

If his cock was like the sledgehammer breaking down my mental barriers, the butt plug was now like a jackhammer helping to bring down my modest walls all together.

“Looks like your little friend wants you to just tell me what happened too,” whether he meant the butt plug or Natalie, I wasn’t really sure about, “so you were blindfolded?”

“Yeah…after they stripped me naked, and then they tied me up,” it was like watching a Jenga tower about to come tumbling down.

“And where was this? You let the school football team use you like their little mascot?”

“A gloryhole…”

I angled my hips, pushing them forward just slightly causing Jake to have the weirdest reaction, his fingers digging deeper into me, his body tensing, a gasp escaping his lips, “fuck.”

“Everything ok Jake,” Mr. Lampman asked, his curse obviously louder than intended.

“Sorry just a little cramp, but, I, worked it out,” his words slow with pauses like he was having trouble keeping his douche poker face this time.

He must have not felt the vibrations before, but now was hitting him like never before, he was at the mercy of the butt plug just like I had been since Natalie shoved it up my ass.

He went back to whispering, like he couldn’t wait to hear more of what happened with my first time, “so you lost your virginity at a glory hole, blindfolded, stripped and tied up and they just went along with it?!?!”

I was worried that someone heard him, with Jake being so obviously excited, I worried he couldn’t control his volume, “well, I had to prove myself first.”

“Prove?!? How?!?”

“I had to talk to the owner, who had me strip and then I had to prove that I was a vir,” without warning or build up, I felt Jake’s cock start to unload inside of me making my eyes open wide, my mouth gaping open as he pumped his cum deep inside of me.

I can’t believe he just came inside of me, in front of a whole class of people, the plug was adding to the whole experience, the wall in my head, was now dust getting blown away by the wind.

“Gin, and he inspected my hymen so closely, ate my pussy, fucked my mouth and came all over my face,” to my surprise his dick didn’t go soft, he was still fully filling me, his heart beat throbbing through his cock and into my pussy like the bass of a drum.

“They tied me up in the booth the next day and used me over and over again in all of my holes, although I think my brother-in-law took my virginity.”

“Oh god that’s so fucking hot,” and when I thought I couldn’t get surprised anymore he started cumming again.

If his cock wasn’t impressive enough, his amount of semen was just as equally impressive, it felt like a never-ending supply of jizz was bathing my insides.

“And how long were you in there for?”

“Hours and hours, I got there in the morning and didn’t leave till it got dark, cocks of, mmmm, cocks of,” I felt my own orgasm starting to take shape and get close to exploding, “all shapes and sizes, fucked me in every hole and that’s how I lost my virginity.”

With those last words I finally found release, cumming so hard I bit into Jake’s shoulder to stop myself from screaming and spasming in front of everyone. It took everything I had to make it not obvious I was having one intense orgasm, but Jake didn’t help and with an almost supernatural ability, he came one more time. That was the last thing my body and mind could take, I didn’t scream, moan, nothing, like getting a knockout punch my eyes rolled up and I lost consciousness, our pose making it unnoticeable that I was no longer awake, Jake the only one aware as he felt the full weight of my body on his.

I woke up later, laying on the couch that was once on the stage, robe draped over me like a blanket and my head on Natalie’s lap with her stroking my hair.

“Oh my god, what happened, they all saw didn’t they?!?!” I sat up, still drowsy but also frantic that all of Nat’s classmates saw what I straight up slut I was.

“No, I mean some may have noticed, I don’t know for sure, but when Lampman said the class was over, everyone left and Jake said you fell asleep drooling on his shoulder,” she put her hand over her mouth and giggled wickedly, “when he did pull you off of him after everyone left, there was a lot of cum leaking out of you though, it looked like you fucked 5 guys.”

“Oh god,” I put my face in my hands, embarrassed that she saw me like that, blushing would have been an understatement, I was a red-light beacon.

“That’s ok, I helped clean you up after, mmmm,” out of the corner of my eye I swore I saw her lick her lips.

“Did Jake say anything…”

“You mean did the man whore confess his love and leave you his number,” she paused, obviously teasing me with the answer, I wasn’t sure what I was expecting because the guy was a jerk, but I guess a part of me kind of wanted him to want me… “no, he just said tell her thanks for the fun and left.”

I know I shouldn’t have been surprised but I was feeling a bit disappointed, maybe I just wanted a shot at the cock in a place where he could have actually fucked me.

Nat put her hand on my cheek guiding my look towards her as she kissed me, a familiar taste on her lips, her tongue a little salty as it entered my mouth and I knew that she was licking her lips and why.

She broke off the kiss, smiling at me as she leaned back, “get dressed, let’s go back to the hotel and get some rest.”

What I didn’t know was the real reason Natalie had been smiling. It was the lingering taste of cum still on her lips and in her mouth. Unknown to me since I was unconscious was that Mr. Lampman had seen a lot more than we both had known and had a very hard time keeping his arousal under wraps. In his office he had decided to find relief not knowing my clothes were still in the office when Natalie had gone to retrieve them. Walking in, she caught him in the act and decided to give him a helping hand, and mouth, but that’s another story.

Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 5.4

“What was that?” Jake smiled, looking up at me as I stood on wobbly legs.

“You know exactly what I said, I’m not going to say it again,” I responded, arms crossed, frustrated in too many ways to count.

“If you want this, I have to know for sure, I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to do,” he glanced down, his cock still hard after all this time, jumping as he talked that only made me worry about how much attention it was getting from everyone around us.

“Fine,” I spoke through my teeth hoping no one else would hear, “I’m a cock craving slut, are…you…happy?!?!”

“Was that really so hard?”

“Hey,” I jumped as Mr. Lampman came behind us out of thin air, “break time you two, make sure to get something to drink, use the bathroom, stretch your legs before we go into the final half hour.”

“Oh, we’re good Sir, Maggie and I were just going over the pose to make sure it’s more comfortable when we start up again.”

“Whatever you say Jake,” the teacher walked off, seemingly had enough with Jake for the day and didn’t want to continue the conversation.

Buzz! Buzz!

Th vibrations reminding me of the toy in my ass and how anyone could see it and that Natalie was probably reminding me at this point that I was showing it off. I quickly spun around, still fully unaware of my surroundings and now giving Jake a full-on view of my ass and jewel coming out of it.

“Hmmm, now I know what a kinky slut you are, I don’t think you had that thing inside of you when we started,” he reached out and rubbed his finger across it, causing me to jump like he had just shoved a finger up my ass.

“Nat made me do it, it’s not mine,” I blushed, the excuse just coming out of my mouth without thinking.

He gently pulled and pushed on it, stirring up my ass as he talked, “Nat make you do these kinds of things often?”

“Yes,” my hands dropped down to my sides, my body pulled closer to him as he used the plug like a leash to get me to move back towards him.

“Does she normally have you naked and at her mercy?”

I paused but every time he pushed and pulled on the plug, it was like he was pumping the information right out of my brain and through my mouth, “all the time,” the worse part was he was also pumping the juices out of my pussy as well and I could feel it starting to flow between my thighs and down my leg.

“And does she make you fuck guys like her little whore.”

I felt blindsided by that question, they got intense quick but couldn’t help but looking back him, nodding my head and biting my lip as I stared not into his eyes but at his cock when I thought of the guys, she made me fuck. The hot tub, the adult store, the hotel, the truck ride and even now although it wasn’t part of her plan.

“Please, I can’t, isn’t this all enough,” I bit my lip, it was one thing being physically exposed to him, naked, toying with me, but I couldn’t let him in my head.

He started to pull on the plug, harder this time, not just a gentle tug, it felt like he was trying to pull the damn thing out, standing in the front of the classroom.

“Tell me, does she make you fuck other guys,” I could feel my asshole start to stretch, the uncomfortable feeling of the plug starting to escape.

“Yes, she does, she does,” I answered, looking back concerned that he was about to pull it out completely, I tried my best squeezing my ass to stop him.

I felt him let go, and like it knew where it was meant to be, the plug sank back into my ass giving a strange sensation of relief now that it was back in place. But that didn’t stop as his hands squeezed between my legs from behind and a finger began toying with my lips, circling around them, I now worried if anyone had notice that his hand was up between my legs this whole time and if they knew exactly what he was doing.

He slowly started dipping his finger inside of me, “and you love it don’t you.”

“Love it, what do you mean, love what?” I was breathing hard as he very slowly fingered me, curling his finger as he did, hitting all the sensitive spots inside of me.

“The exposure, the humiliation, being made into a kinky little slut.”

“Ok everyone! Back to positions, we’re almost done for today, drop of your drawings after class and we’ll go over feedback next class,” Mr. Lampman spoke out from the stage, I had no idea when he showed up or where he came from, I worried he noticed what Jake was doing to me.

“Ok, back into position little girl,” Jake held out his arms like a father that was about to catch his kid jumping into a pool.

I walked up to him and his arms went under my arm pits, helping to lower me into position and as I put my legs back around him, my arms around his shoulders, he dropped a hand down this time to position his cock right at the entrance of my pussy. An inch in I tried my best to pull back up but his thumb found my clit and started rubbing and all the energy I had was being drained by the pleasure I was aching for this whole time. Inch by thick inch he penetrated me till I was sitting completely on his lap, our bodies so close together that I hoped that no one had noticed me being impaled by his monster of a cock.

“Mmm, so fucking tight like before, even tighter with that little toy of your ass, if I had my choice, I would have liked to try that hole instead but it was already taken,” he whispered in my eye almost triumphantly, like I was another conquest he had just won.

“I can’t believe such a tiny thing like you could take my whole cock,” it started to twitch inside of me, his abs firming as he did against my stomach, “it’s impressive.”

For a split second his words made me feel good about myself, compliment that I could take such a big cock, that I could do something Natalie couldn’t, but then I realized, he was complimenting me on taking cock. The shame of his words then began to sink in, my face blushing red, my breathing shallow, I was becoming far more aware of how both my ass and pussy were now filled and with each tiny movement I could feel them both rubbing up deep inside of me. Strange visions started filling my mind, Vinny behind me naked fucking my ass instead, the teacher standing in front of me, pants down cock in my mouth and the rest of the students including Natalie just nonchalantly drawing the 4 of us with all my holes filled, forever immortalizing my sluttiness for the world. Thinking about a cock in my mouth I didn’t even realize that I was sucking on Jake’s neck until he made a sound that he was clearing his voice.

Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 5.3

“Awe, I’m disappointed, I figured you wanted me inside of you again,” he whispered.

“Well, I did, but you didn’t show up in the bathroom like I asked,” I whispered back, annoyed that he didn’t come in to fuck me.

“Oh, sorry about that, I’m don’t really let little girls tell me what to do, let alone slutty, cock hungry ones.”

“I figured that’s exactly your taste in girls, and I’m not slutty,” I paused and realized what I left out and quickly bantered, “or cock hungry.”

I hoped what I said wasn’t loud enough for the class to hear, I got so caught up and heated that I lost control of my own volume momentarily. The strange this was, with that sudden outburst, I could feel his body tense against me and his cock twitch just once. It was hard not to want his cock inside of me though, but I wasn’t going to openly admit that to him, not this jerk, his ego would just get bigger if he knew he had me.’’

“If I can prove you are cock craving slut, I say you are before break,” his cock twitched once again against my bare pussy, “well, let’s just say the last of it will be my pleasure, what do you say?”

The anal plug inside of me gave as strong, quick pulse causing me to jump just a bit rubbing myself against his cock, a soft moan escaping my lips as I did from both the anal and vaginal stimulation.

“Hmmm, I’ll take that as a yes.”

I couldn’t back out, what was I going to say. I didn’t agree, the plug in my ass just caught me off guard. That would have gone over really well and not proven his point. I’m just a normal, not slutty girl with a big, metal vibrating plug in my ass, all the girls have them, don’t you know that? At least h couldn’t tell my nipples felt rock hard and hopefully couldn’t tell how much my pussy was leaking too. I had to keep reminding myself what a jerk this guy was and couldn’t let my body so easily give in. I knew deep down I was a slut, but not this scumbag, my skin startled to crawl just at the thought of him winning.

“Fine, but there’s no way you’re proving a thing.”

His arms tightened just slightly as to show how in control he was of the situation, “first of all, you couldn’t take your eyes off of my cock from the first moment you saw it.”

If he could see my face, he would have seen me biting my lip as my mind went back to the first time, I did see it, “I can’t take my eyes off of train wrecks either, doesn’t mean I want to fuck one.”

“Ok fine, so why did you let me stick it in you so easily?”

“Let you, we were in front of everyone and you forced it inside of me, what was I supposed to do, yell out rape or something?”

His right hand was rubbing my ass, my skin was so sensitive to his touch, but I knew I had to stay strong and couldn’t let him fuck my mind so that he could do whatever he wanted to my body. His fingers just gently kneading into my skin felt so good although I couldn’t fathom why.

His hips moved forward and up just slightly making his cock brush hard and forcefully between my pussy lips, “sorry just had a slight cramp,” he called out to the class to justify his noticeable movement.

That’s when the anal plug started slowing vibrating at the worst possible time. His hands were close enough, but I hoped that there was enough of me between his hand and the plug that he couldn’t feel what it was doing inside of me. It wasn’t strong but it was adding to arousal building in my mind. His hand inching further towards my ass crack, his cock twitching over and over again stimulating my already overstimulated pussy.

“You wanted my cock so badly after the last pose that you came right out and said it, what normal girl would do that out of the blue?”

“Any after being teased that much, just because I was turned on doesn’t make me a slut,” I managed to say before the power of the plug increased.

“Then why is your whole body shivering right now, I can feel it through every inch of your skin.”

“It’s…cold…in…here,” my hips were starting to get a mind of its own, they desperately wanted me to rub up against his manhood, to start simulating the front as much as Natalie was in the back.”

His cock began sawing between my lips, ever so slowly, ever so gently, teasing my clit as he did, “come on, just admit it, I promise you won’t regret it.”

“No, I won’t do it, I won’t say it, not to a jerk like you”

His fingers dug in, his hand crawling closer, the thought of him finding the plug was both embarrassing and arousing at the same time. I had no idea what he would do if it he found it. I didn’t know what to do, there was no way of hiding it from him much longer if he kept going and there was no excuse, I could possibly think of to say why I had one inside of me…while on his lap…naked…with all these strangers around me.

“Hey, you don’t have to like me to want to fuck, but you do love my cock don’t you, there’s no shame in admitting that, Natalie surely did,” his cock twitched strong and almost proudly, “a number of times.”

Rational Maggie was slowly slipping away and I was growing drunk with arousal and lust. I couldn’t help but think, Natalie was ok it with, not just once but a few times. I guess there’s really no harm if this was all ok with her. I mean, I trust her, she would never steer me wrong, so why not just admit that I love his giant, smooth, deliciously beautiful dick.

“Do you love my cock?”

“Mmhmmm,” was all that managed to come out.

“You want it inside you again, don’t you?”

“Mhmmm,” came out of my mouth, my hips slowly forcing me to grind my pussy against his cock was the other affirmation I was giving him.

“In your mouth,” there was no need for me to answer, now was his time to really tease me, “down your throat, in your tight, wet pussy.”

My fingers dug into his back, I was getting so turned on, but no orgasm was building, no matter how much I was trying to stimulate myself as I did.

“Maybe even in that, tight, sexy ass of,” his finger finally reached it and I felt it go between the edge of the jewel and the area just outside of my asshole, I wasn’t sure if his silence was from shock or knowing how truly right, he was.

“Say it.”

“No, I won’t,” he pushed against the side of the jewel causing it to shift inside of me.”

“Say it.”

“I can’t, I won’t”

He pushed against the back and I almost worried that he was going to try to push the whole thing inside of me, “say it.”

“Ok everyone, time for another break, finish the pose and that’s all for today.”

I tried to stand, his finger still pushing, his other hand grasping my thigh stopping me from fully standing just as the tip of his cock pressed against the opening of my pussy, nudging against my clit.

I was gasping both out of fear that he was going to just fuck me right here, and the arousal as the tip rubbed against my clit and my head came down on his shoulder almost trying to hide my expression from the world.

That’s when I grabbed the side of his head, moving my mouth to his ear, gasping for breath, “fine, I’m a fucking cock craving slut, you happy?”

Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 5.2

[Hey guys, hopefully any of this next piece makes sense, I'm still getting over a cold, had to take off two days of work, but I really wanted to write. Let me know what you think ^_^]

She struggled to get back to her feet, wobbling as she stood up straight, “meet me in the back of the class before you get back on stage or else,” her grin as evil as a demon.

“Yes ma’am,” was all that I was capable of saying before she left the bathroom.

I got up, looking into the mirror, frustrated from Jake not coming, frustrated from not cumming period and now I was at Natalie’s mercy for another one of her devious schemes or should I say revenges this time. I wasn’t sure which was going to be worse, when she was scheming for my pleasure or now for punishment. I was lucky enough to had caught my reflection before leaving the bathroom, her juices covering my face probably wouldn’t have been a good look for me. Also being a tomboy still, at least I didn’t have to worry about makeup, so I quickly washed my face and headed back out for a moment of relief. A moment of relief before going back out completely naked, to God knows what Natalie had planned and a new pose with Jake’s big dick doing God knows what to me.

When I came in, I immediately saw Nat in the back looking somewhat perturbed that I had kept her waiting so long and without thinking, walked through the class, still naked, without even the notion of covering myself as I did. When I got there, she was fumbling with something in her bag, motioning me with her body language to come closer.

“Back facing the wall,” she was stern, straight to the point as I obeyed, “spread your legs and pull your ass apart.”

“Nat,” I said embarrassed, not sure to which more, the fear that someone heard or making me do that around other people like it was nothing.

“The quicker you do it, the quicker it’s done,” she smacked my ass.

I quickly obeyed, people were starting to return and sit in their seats, not many were sitting in the back row but I feared if any, would clearly know what was going on. I felt so open, vulnerable and embarrassed at the position I was now in, but it was about to get much worse quickly. I felt the tip of something cold and hard press against my asshole as it slowly began penetrating me rather suddenly. The one thing really catching me off guard was how thick it was, I swear she was trying to push a tennis ball into my ass if I hadn’t known any better, and it was getting hard to try to keep a straight face and not whimper while she pushed.

“Hey, keep it down, you don’t want everyone knowing I had to plug up my little princess because she was being a little slut in the bathroom.”

The object because to taper and my ass once being forcefully penetrated was now sucking it in like hugging a dear friend it hadn’t seen in years until a hard metal puck stopped it from going any further. The oddest feeling however was the stem before the puck that gave my once stretched sphincter a feeling of sudden numbness like nothing was ever there at all. She pressed firmly on the end, not knowing why and I wasn’t sure if it was the shock or something else as I felt two strong jolts come from inside of me.

“Ok everyone, let’s get ready to start our next pose, let’s leave that up to our models since they haven’t steered us wrong yet.”

Natalie gave me a quick pat on my naked cheek, “should be fun, better hide that new jewelry though as you walk up to the stage.”

I reached back for a quick feel and it felt like some kind of gem at the end covering my asshole and it was rather large, I could only imagine how easily it would be seen if someone had looked or even caught a glimpse of it. As I walked up, I kept my hands behind my back trying to look as coy as possible as I tried to cover my ass not as concerned as covering my breasts or pussy which by now, I believed everyone had grown very familiar with. Although when I got to the front where Vinny was sitting, I couldn’t help but blush with the way he was looking at me. With how hard my nipples were and wet my pussy was, I may as well have been just standing there offering myself to him and seeing every little embarrassing detail of myself with how exposed I felt to him.

I walked past trying to act as unemotional as possible, but there, on the stage was Jake, cock at attention, standing, couch gone, an odd look of accomplishment on his face.

“Ok, so next pose, I was thinking something like this,” he pulled me towards him, lifting my leg and as he positioned me, turning my ass towards everyone I pushed myself away from him.

“No, um not that one,” my hands shot behind me turning away, “my hip is just very sore, I don’t think I could hold it for that long.”

“Um ok,” his eyebrow raised, a tone in his voice like I just told him I don’t like burgers because they start with a “b”.

“How about this instead,” he sat down, legs almost crossed, “sit on my lap and wrap your legs around me.”

I did so, this time thankful that my “new jewelry” would be covered, however didn’t think about that pole between my legs. As I sat, the tip grazed my pussy, rubbing against it and like a firefighter came rubbing down it as it hit all the right places as I took my position. The thing was so big I was shocked how he got that thing in me without puncturing a long by how it looked outside of me. I finished the pose by closing my eyes, resting my head on his shoulder, he positioned his head on the other side, hidden from the class. I needed to take this moment to cool down, forget where I was, being naked, just having his cock inside of me, the plug in my ass, I was too horny and sensitive that I wasn’t sure I could keep my emotions and feelings from bubbling up for all to see.

Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 5.1

I didn’t waste any time, walking straight to the bathroom, but the strangest thing happened, he didn’t come running through the door to fuck me. I mean, I’m not a super model or anything, but I’m pretty attractive, I have a good body from what I’ve heard through most of my experiences and have yet to have a man or woman go unsatisfied, hell, most have taken me without even saying a word, but this was a new experience for me, a man not coming to fuck me, I didn’t know what to do, what to think.

Oh my god, was something wrong with me, was I not as attractive or desirable as I thought, or maybe I just came off too strong and he didn’t want someone as slutty as me.

Knock! Knock!

Or maybe he just didn’t want it obvious that he was coming here to fuck me and wanted to be more subtle. I blushed thinking that I ran into here like a child excited to open up her Christmas presents. I looked into the mirror and quickly fixed my hair trying to make myself more presentable.

I laughed, “more presentable, I’m naked and he already stuck his dick in me, presentable was a few inches of penetration ago.”

I took a sexy pose, or tried at least and slowly began to open the door, “hey there big, Nat!” it wasn’t Jake after all, it was Natalie standing there.

She didn’t stand there for long as she lunged forward, her lips engulfing mine, the door closing behind her, her hands on my shoulders guiding me down to my knees.

“Nat, what are you,” I couldn’t finish as I watched her pull her leggings down, no panties underneath and her shaven pussy right in front of my pussy as she put her hand on the back of my head and pulled me in face first between her thighs.

There was no talking to her when she was like this, she was being driven on pure, animalistic, lust alone and nothing else. She needed to orgasm, I was her tool and nothing was going to stop her. I just did what she wanted, licking up and down her pussy, sucking on her clit, pushing my tongue deeply into her and wiggling the tip around, but the more I did the more she smushed her pussy into my face. I don’t think she even cared what I was doing, she was literally humping my face trying to get off.

“I can’t believe, mmmm, you let him stick his dick in you, mmmph, right on stage in front of everyone,” oh crap she did notice and I worried now how many others did as well and if I was in trouble for doing something sexual on such a professional, academic stage.

Natalie was soaked, she was rubbing her juices all over my mouth and nose without a second thought until she pulled my head back my hair. With her other hand she spread her lips and with a single command, “suck,” I aimed for her clit and did as she said.

With both hands behind my head holding me in place I sucked loyally on her sensitive clit, giving it little licks with the tip of my tongue as I did. Her breathe was ragged, her back arching as if trying to draw herself even closer to my mouth, her hand pulling on the back of my head, the pain turning me on as she tugged.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, I’m cumming,” I was able to look up and see just enough of her back arching, her head drawn back as she looked up and almost a silent scream emanating from her lips.

But I wasn’t going to let her go that easy, using me like some clit sucking toy was going to cost her and as her grip loosened and her body relaxed, I reached around and grabbed her ass pulling her towards me. She just got all the pleasure, time for some pay back as I continued to suck on her now, extremely sensitive clit.

“Maggie, god, Maggie, stop, it’s too much, mmmm,” she was too weak to push me back, my hold of her was unbreakable compared to her feeble attempts to break free.

When she would grab my hair to try to pull me off, I would grip her little clit between my teeth as if threatening to bite if she kept pulling. I was in control and it felt so good, sucking and licking on her clit, I removed one hand and shoved two fingers into her, just enough to get them wet and then reaching back around once against to shove them into her ass. It was her weakness, anal made her lose control and orgasm uncontrollably which is why she let few do it to her unless she really trusted them.

Her pussy opened up, her juices flowing like I had just destroyed a dam inside of her and unlike before when she arched her back when she came, this time she keeled over towards me like I had just punched her in the gut. Her hands on my shoulder holding her up just barely and whispers escaping her lips that I could barely make out over her whimpers.

“Please no more, please,” was all I could make out that she was saying over and over again, no louder than a whisper and I worried I had pushed things too far.

I helped her get to the wall, fixing her leggings and letting her lower to the floor to rest her legs. I put my arms around her to comfort her, feeling like I had really hurt her and done something wrong, that’s until I felt her take a small nip at my neck and I moved back to see an expression on her face I knew all too well. I was in so much trouble and worried what she had up her sleeve now.

Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 4.5

“Oh, so you are a lot like your friend Natalie,” he whispered from behind me, “that’s ok, you don’t have to say a word, this should be fun.”

My arm was on my side but he slowly pulled it behind my back and I was at his mercy. I couldn’t move or it was going to ruin the pose and I was far too embarrassed to say anything out of fear that he would say I started it. Which technically I kind of did… although, I think I wanted to see what he was going to do next. He grabbed my hand and guided it to my ass where my fingers grazed it. Warm, sleek and as he moved my hand to grip it, I could feel how thick it was and it wasn’t even hard yet. My thumb ran along the bottom making it twitch in my hand and as he brought his hand around mine tightening my grip, I could feel his heart beating through his cock.

“I bet you’re enjoying this, volunteered to get naked for a bunch of strangers just for a rush,” I could feel his cock twitching, growing hard in my hand, “don’t deny it, I can smell it, I bet you’re like a fucking waterfall.”

His hand left mine and I felt a finger snake between my closed legs, clumsily moving upwards till it was pushing against my slit, “I knew it,” his finger slowly penetrated me, I bit my lip as it wiggled inside of me and my hand began slowly stroking his cock behind my back.

“What a little slut, I bet you’re thinking about what to do with it first if you had the chance.”

He was right, I was thinking about it, but I didn’t know what I wanted to do with it first. His finger slowly wiggled back and forth inside of me, exploring my insides and hitting every sensitive spot he could find, the walls of my pussy showing him my weak spots with a little squeeze every time. His cock felt so warm and good in my hand as I kept stroking it, well as much as I could without it being noticeable.

“Where do you want it first?” his finger pushed in as deeply as it could, “mouth?”

I wanted so desperately to lick my lips to simulate the feeling of it entering my mouth, “maybe between those tiny tits of yours,” I blushed feeling suddenly self-conscious of my chest.

“Or maybe you just want to be bent over and fucked,” he added a second finger as if to make a point, “or maybe,” he pulled his fingers out, pulling his cock from my hand, the tip pushing between my ass cheeks.

I was mesmerized, his voice, his confidence, not to mention his magnificent cock. My whole body was craving him in every way, like an addict in need. The tip grazing against my asshole, pressing against it even though I knew it would hurt without some kind of lubrication, I still wanted it anyways.

Just as the tip began making its way inside of me, “ok everyone, let’s find a stopping point to let our models take a quick break,” Mr. Lampman spoke out, reminding me exactly where I was.

I couldn’t believe I was about to let another random stranger fuck me in front of a room full of art students. I was so turned on and intoxicated by his voice that the whole world shrank down to just the two of us. I got up and made my way into the office, not even bothering to put the robe on being so lost in thought. Going straight into the bathroom, closing the door behind me and falling back and to the floor, so overwhelmed by everything that my legs gave out as I tried to catch my breath.

A knock at the door it was Nat, “everything ok in there?”

“Yeah, just really need to pee, I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Just making sure, you were acting a little weird on the stage.”

“All good, just really had to pee,” no way I could tell her the truth, turned on, wanting to get fucked, and oh my god did I say turned on.

I waited a bit and flushed the toilet and washed my hands in case Nat didn’t go right back to the class and I almost expected to run into her when I opened the door, but the office was completely empty. Back into the classroom, Jake was laying in the same position, without a care in the world, at full attention ironically enjoying the attention. Just like before a tap on the couch was his way of saying, “here girl.” I came over and laid back down into position, but as moved back, he held my hip with one hand and pulled me towards him and in one swift motion the tip of his cock was inside my pussy, my wetness making it easy to do so. I was so shocked at the sudden penetration that I didn’t even make a sound.

“Ok everyone, back to positions, let’s finish this pose and go to our last one.”

Jake shifted his hips and plunged himself a couple of more inches inside of me as the teacher gave his instructions to the class. It was a weird feeling, I was naked, yet what Jake was doing was covered, but it was openly being done in a room full of strangers. I wasn’t sure if I felt safe, vulnerable, exposed or covered, or just all at the same exact time. He was teasing me and he knew it, he would slowly penetrate me little by little than pull back and just push in again a little at a time to the point it felt like his cock was never ending.

“Your friend loved my cock too, she couldn’t take the whole thing the first time though,” he was whispering in my ear as he began pushing it inside of me little by little, not pulling back this time.

“It was the third time I posed for the class; she couldn’t take her eyes off of my dick,” his penetration was no more assertive, sliding in for the purpose of filling me completely, “we fucked right here after class.”

I looked up and towards Nat and saw her biting her lip, her left hand between her legs gently rubbing herself over her leggings, she was getting off on this.

“Mmmm, can’t believe you took the whole thing,” I didn’t realize his balls were touching me till he said that, I was too focused on the full feeling inside of me.

It was such a tease, it was stimulating, but not enough to make me orgasm or even build up to one, it was just a sense of being full, of feeling his cock fill every inch inside of me and desperately want more. But that’s how the rest of the pose went, his way of a constant tease, every twitch keeping me burning with lust, every squeeze my body’s way of saying it wanted more. I wanted him to fuck me right here, to take me without caring about our audience. Although it felt like time went by so slowly, the pose quickly came to an end and we were set to another break. When I got up, his cock slowly came out and I hoped no one noticed, but I was sure Natalie did.

I turned around, with him still laying on his side, his cock not only at full attention but glistening with my juices and I lowered myself to whisper to him, “meet me in the bathroom now.”

Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 4.4

The door suddenly opened and in walked in a guy rather slick looking guy, with great looking John Stamos hair, expensive sunglasses, leather jacket and a get up that made it obvious the guy had money, but what was he doing in here all of a sudden, especially while I was this naked and exposed. It was one thing for a class full of professional art students, but some random guy now walked in to see me naked felt completely embarrassing and my hands instinctively covered myself in this new presents.

Natalie got up out of her chair and handed me my robe, helping me to cover up, an expression on her face that I’d never seen her make before. It almost looked like she was disgusted by this guy, although I had no idea why. Even before I could get another look at him, I was pulled back into the teacher’s office and into the bathroom with the door slammed and locked behind us.

“I can’t believe that asshole, just strolling in here like he owns the place,” it was obvious she was angry, definitely a new side to her.

“Nat, what’s going on? Who is this guy anyways?” my curiosity was starting to peak for anyone who could make her lose it like this.

We heard the door the office shut and Natalie cracked the bathroom open door and turned off the lights, “what are you doing Nat,” she quickly put a hand over my mouth and pulled me towards her to see that guy and Mr. Lampman in the office.

“I’m sorry Jake, but we already found a replacement model, last minute as well.”

“I’m sorry Mr. Lampman, I honestly wrote down the wrong time, but I’m here now and well, isn’t two models better than one, what have you got to lose anyways?”

“The guy is such a dick,” Nat whispered into my ear, “he doesn’t even model for money, he just does it so a bunch of girls can drool over his...” she paused not finishing her sentence and if I was looking at her, would have noticed her biting her lip.

“Fine, if it’s ok with our students and model, you can join in, I’ve been meaning to do a couple scene eventually, so no better time like the present,” Mr. Lampman walked back to the door, “go change in the bathroom and come out for the next pose,” he walked out closing the door behind him.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Nat repeated, her hand still covering my mouth, “he can’t catch us in here.”

He pushed me out through the door, “oh hey, you’re the model that covered for me, thank you,” he said holding his hand out, scanning my barely covered body as he did and making me blush, “I’m jake by the way.”

“Maggie,” I spoke meekly, taking his hand which was smooth and strong at the same time.

“Looks like we’ll be modeling together,” he said, didn’t ask, told me that we would.

Just like Natalie said, he acted like he owned the place, probably thought that he owned me too and everyone worked for him. He was that kind of guy, I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, I guess money just makes people think that way. A smirk formed on his face and he took off his jacket and threw it on the bench next to us like it was his own living room but he didn’t stop there pulling his shirt off next and repeating how he discarded his jacket throwing it to the side. He was completely ripped, like a work of art and I couldn’t help but blush and at the same time couldn’t look away.

His grin grew, “so have you modeled for an art class before?” I just kept starring at his abs unable to answer, “hi there, eyes up here.”

I snapped out of it, now embarrassed that I was looking at him like a piece of meat, “modeled naked for a class before?”

“Oh, um, no, this is my first time, it was a favor for a friend.”

“Really, who?”

“Natalie.”

His hand grazed over the front of his jeans as he spoke, “oh Natalie,” he began to unbutton his jeans as if this was all perfectly normal, “Natalie is, pretty good.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but there was just something off by the way he said it, but with a quick zip, kicking off his shoes, he pulled his jeans down and off each leg just leaving him naked except for his socks. The shock that he was going commando and I wasn’t ready for the sudden exposure. He took off his socks, put on his robe and I stood there like a statue with the image of his dick burned into my retinas. I couldn’t believe how big it was and it wasn’t even hard yet from the looks of it.

A hand on my shoulder startling me to reality, “see you out there,” he winked and walked out without another word.

Natalie came out of the bathroom, having seen the whole thing, I couldn’t even imagine what she was thinking at that moment.

“I know right, such an asshole,” Nat said, although I was thinking more of a dick and involuntarily bit my lips as the thought came front and center in my brain once again.

“Ladies, class is back in session,” Mr. Lampman stuck his head through the door and left it open as he vanished once again.

When we got back into the classroom, Jake was sitting on a couch that was now up on the stage, still in his robe. He looked over me and padded on the space next to him on the couch, like a he was an obedient puppy to come over.

“Ok class, our scheduled model seems to have made it anyways, we’ll be changing today’s next pose to be a couples pose, focus on the ways the bodies interact with means of shadow and depth.”

Before I got to the couch, Jake stood back up and removed his robe, throwing it behind the couch and held out his hand towards me obviously wanting me to hand over mine as well. I immediately removed it before I could even consider what I was doing, like a child trying not to make daddy late for work. With his own robe, mine quickly followed behind the couch and with a quick fall back and slide, Jake was laying on his side on the couch, a few taps beckoning me to come join him. I sat down in front of him, facing towards the class, I almost felt like I was being watched, being caught naked with my date.

“Come on, lay down, get comfy, may as well relax while we have to pose,” Jake whispered to me, his hand on my shoulder, guiding me to lay down in front of him.

My legs together, I didn’t have to worry about everyone staring at my pussy again, his arm draped over my body and I hate to say it, but it actually felt kind of comfy and warm, Natalie was the only one who had ever cuddled me before and this was the second time with another person. Like with Natalie I moved my body back to feel the warmth of another body touching mine, but unlike Natalie I felt something I knew I should have expected but didn’t think about. It wasn’t his warm smooth chest on my back, his abs on my lower back, it was his cock on my ass going all the way down to my thigh and I prayed he didn’t think I did it on purpose to tease him or worse turn him on.

Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 4.3

Dripping like a little annoying leak that I was hoping was so tiny that no one would be able to notice, even with all eyes on me. I hoped that everyone was so far away that they couldn’t see every tiny detail of my arousal, but with every passing second of trying to fight off my body’s natural horniness, it felt like things were just getting worse. I was becoming more aware of every inch of my body as time progressed, as the eyes of a couple dozen art students scanned over my body, as Vinny in my mind was staring directly at my pussy.

Like a doorway to my humiliation, I felt something between my legs and like two heavy doors, slowly being pushed apart, I felt my pussy lips began to unfurl. I wasn’t sure if it was the wetness, the increasing arousal or maybe I had opened up like this before the break and just didn’t notice it until I got in this heightened state. I could feel every centimeter as they slowly spread open, first revealing my inner lips. The feeling was like when you sit on a leather seat too long and your skin slowly peels from it when you get out of the car, just, this was way more humiliating.

I tried my best to ignore it, put on my best poker face and hoped that if I didn’t acknowledge what was going on, no one else would notice, or maybe even care. I mean, they’ve seen dozens of naked models, right? Being turned on isn’t bad, it’s perfectly natural, I mean, I’m naked, there are a bunch of men and women staring at me, drawing me and so what if some of them were cute or if I would gladly let them do whatever they wanted to m at this very moment. So what if Vinny, the cute guy I just met has, even before a first date, seen me complete naked and knows what every inch of my pussy looks like.

“Mmmph,” a sudden moan nearly escaped my lips and I hoped I caught it before anyone really heard it, light music was playing in the background so I hoped it was enough to cover it up.

Oh crap, things were getting worse, my lips were still spreading to the point where it felt like I could feel the circulating air of the room entering me. I couldn’t look down but, in my mind, I swore they could all see inside of me now, that my hole was just gaping that wide open like an invitation to come explore all you want. With a big pink flag known as my clit, signaling all to come for a landing. Shit! My clit, it was so sensitive, it couldn’t possibly be peaking out as well, there was no way I could live this down if not only they were getting a full, uncensored, exposing look to my most private area, but my clit came out to play as well.

I could feel my skin start to heat up, my pulse was going a thousand miles per hour, even though I was sitting perfectly still and I worried my heart was about to burst out of my chest and take off without me. I wanted to be touched so badly, my hips wanted to naturally thrust into the air to find some sort of contact, some way to end this erotic suffering and just let me orgasm. I couldn’t bear to look at Vinny or even Natalie at this point, the shame almost felt fatal, like I would die if they all found out and the closer, I got to that feeling, the closer I felt like I was getting close to actually cumming.

Could someone really orgasm from shame alone without even touching themselves? I felt like I was about to find that out any moment. I’d never felt anything like this before, an orgasm without even being touched, but deep within myself I could feel it building. My pussy lips quivered every few seconds like a spasmatic twitch, my clit was at full attention, and I tried desperately to keep my breath steady although it was starting to make me feel light headed.

Drip…

I could feel it, the stream coming from the bottom of my openly exposed pussy, down through my ass and over my asshole and onto the wooden chair.

Drip…

Another, followed by another, I worried that I was creating a stream that was now dripping off of the chair onto the floor. I hoped it was just thought of as sweat, that no one would think or know that it was from being so goddamn horny at this very moment. That my shame and humiliation was fueling the fire deep inside of me as strangers watch me expose myself to all of them and before I could even think I looked at Vinny and our eyes met. It was no longer a bunch of faceless strangers watching me now, it was one very cute stranger that I knew and it was if I could read his very thoughts.

His eyes traveled down and I could tell exactly where he was looking as they went towards my own lips and I could only imagine him kissing me deeply, passionately, then aggressively. Down to my neck where he nibbled on sucked on it leaving an awful mark behind to show all that he was there. His hands finding my nipples groping them and then tweaking and pulling on my hard sensitive nipples. His wet, warm tongue licking around my stomach, teasing my navel and although it was only in my head, I nearly giggled from being so ticklish at just the thought of him licking me there.

Lower, I both wanted it and cringed in fear from it worried how my body would react in this room full of strangers. But I watched as a smirk formed on his face with a subtle lick of his lips and to be honest, my clit may as well have had a giant neon sign screaming, lick me, suck me, torture me. The look made me believe he had a slight sadistic nature and instead of going right in for the all you could eat buffet, he instead would tease my sensitive little clitoris with his fingers and just when I was expecting more pleasure, he would press it between his fingers, pinching it ever so slightly to mix a bit of pain in with the intoxicating pleasure. But like any gentlemen, began to lower his head between my legs, mouth gaping open and tongue at the ready to…

“Ok, that’s it for that pose,” Mr. Lampman chimed in, “let’s take another break and get ready for a new pose.”

Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 4.2

[Hey everyone, work is sadly working me to death, I'm part time and they've been scheduling me as a full timer with no benefits, bullshit right? Anyways, had to write today to vent a little, hopefully you are all enjoying, this is one of my fantasizes that I hope to live out in school one day. Anyways, enjoy! PS softball is going well, if I could catch a ball, haven't even gotten to hitting practice yet.]

I felt like all the energy had been sucked out of my body and fell backwards not even thinking if there was a seat actually behind me. Like falling in a dream and the sudden stop and loud bang as I hit the seat brought me back to reality. The sound making me more embarrassed than my current state of undress as it caught the attention of everyone around me and like an embarrassment spiral, I began to blush and was embarrassed that I was blushing as both my face and chest must have been a bright red.

“Ok then,” Mr. Lampman spoke up, “we’ll take 30 minutes per pose and give our model a break, per our usual schedule, we’ll do three poses and go over technique afterwards.”

The whole thing felt so clinical, I didn’t know why I was feeling for embarrassed in the first place. The body is normal…natural, I probably wasn’t even the first naked model they’ve seen, they’ve probably seen dozens this year alone.

The teacher looked back at me, hand on his chin, “that’s actually perfect Maggi for our first pose, stay just like that for the next half hour if you can.”

I was still so overwhelmed; I hadn’t even thought of the way I was sitting in the chair. I didn’t dare move because the students were now drawing me, but could feel the display I was giving and understanding more and more of my predicament as the shock began to wear off. The chair was solid wood with my legs spread, very unladylike, my arms just draped over the arm rests and I was slightly slumped in the chair. I was comfortable that I could hold the pose but not so much as I was on complete display for all the students with no modesty left what so ever.

I tried to look up to see what Nat was doing, “Ms. Hill please try to stay still for the pose, even the slightest movement can throw off a drawing.”

I immediately looked back down, moving my head back to the way it was hoping I didn’t ruin anyone’s art. The first thirty minutes was really hard, all I could do was look down at my exposed naked body and stew in my own thoughts of humiliation.

“Ok, let’s take a quick, let’s say, 15 and get back to finishing up our first pose,” the teacher turned to me, “sound good Ms. Hill?”

I looked over at him a little stiff and nodded, “ok then, 15 and back to it.”

Natalie made her way over to me and handed me the robe, I didn’t really understand the need at this point since everyone had seen me naked but put it on and took comfort in the feeling of cloth on my skin once again, “hey why don’t you walk around and see what you look like on paper,” she winked at me and walked out of the class probably to the bathroom.

I took her advice and started to walk around the class, some were, well, amateur, while others blew me away at the talent. The more shocking part was some people focused on my face and neck, others on my legs or arms, there were a few that focused on my chest which made me blush a little, especially at how hard it seemed my nipples were. When I got back towards the front, I saw Vinny’s work and I think he was more embarrassed than I was for some reason and when I saw his work that immediately switched back around. His work was amazing, the level of detail was something I didn’t see from any of the other artists, but as I scanned over his drawing the level of detail was given to every part of my body. If the hardness of my nipples were embarrassing enough as it was, he caught every detail of my pussy and with my legs spread as they were didn’t realize how openly exposed my pussy was till now.

Shit, that’s when I realized I really had to pee, “hey Vinny, by any chance you know which way to the bathroom?”

“Just outside across the hall, can’t miss it.”

I quickly made my way out, barefoot and in nothing but a thin robe didn’t even think twice before walking out and into the bathroom past students walking through the hallway.

“Oh my god, what the fuck are you doing here?” it was Natalie looking at me kind of shocked.

“I had to use the bathroom Nat!”

“There’s one for the models in the teacher’s office, you just wanted to walk around naked didn’t you,” she giggled to herself.

I didn’t want to tell her Vinny told me, but ran into a stall unleashing a waterfall of pent up…let’s call it, humiliation into the toilet. I cleaned up, patting myself dry, but as I did, I realized how sensitive I was from the toilet paper alone touching my clit. When I unlocked the door and walked out, I was immediately met with Natalie right in my face, pushing me back against the stall door and kissing me deeply.

“You have no idea how turned on I am right now, I always fantasized about nude modeling for one of these classes, but I go to school with these people so it would just be…awkward after,” her fingers found their way through the opening in the robe and between my legs, “it’s like I’m up there right now and you’re pose was so lewd, I have no idea how you weren’t leaking like a faucet up there.”

Her fingers trailed from the bottom of my pussy until the tip of her pointer finger met my clit and it was like a jolt of electricity shot through my body, “Mmmm, Nat please, I have to go back up there in front of everyone.”

“Awe, are sure you don’t need a little,” she paused and got really close to my left ear, her finger slowly pushing inside of me as she seductively spoke into my ear, “relief.”

“No, no, I’m good, I’m good,” it took all of my will to grab her wrist and pull her out of me.

Natalie was in her sex crazed mode and I needed to get out of there before she started something and we would get caught having sex in a public, college bathroom. I wasn’t sure how we hadn’t got caught already except out of sheer dumb luck. I walked back out and across to the classroom amongst more students, not noticing how completely on display my legs were, thanks to Natalie and once back in was met with the look of all students ready to start drawing once more.

“Thought we lost you there Ms. Hill,” a few giggles from the peanut crowd as I made my way back to the stage.

Natalie walked back in and into her seat, I guess this time she wasn’t going to help me disrobe and that duty now fell on myself. I untied the belt holding it together once more. It felt different being the one knowingly undressing rather than the sudden shock that Nat had put me through, it ends up she was doing me a real favor by doing it the first time, this time felt more exposing and purposely as it was my own hands exposing me this time. I let the robe drop to the floor, now feeling the air circulating around my naked body, the coldness of the room and the stares of all the eyes on me, this time around felt very different than at first.

I took my seat, trying to recreate the pose as best as possible, now fully aware of how I looked outwardly. My legs spread wide, slumped in the chair, nipples painfully hardening from the cold and as I focused between my legs, could feel how open my lips were. But even that felt different, more intense, maybe it was the sudden acknowledgement of my display, Natalie’s touch from the bathroom, the vision of Vinny’s drawing in my mind, I was starting to feel myself get wet.

Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 4.1

[Just a little writing before work, also raising money for my softball team so we can buy some practice stuff, who would have thought balls and bats were so f-ing expensive, not sure exactly how I'm going to raise the money, any suggestions?]

“Great, Ms. Wagner, let’s set things up for your friend here and then we can take her in the back and get class started,” he said before walking away.

“Ok, just wait here, and I’ll be back to get you in a minute,” Nat said to me before following behind him.

I was starting to get nervous and it didn’t really help that I was back in a school setting. It was different than any class I had been in before, but I started to feel like the nervous kid I was back in high school. Memories flooding back of being bullied, made to feel like invisible, insignificant…worthless. If it wasn’t for the few friends I had made, I’m not really sure how I would have made it through school to be honest. Probably wouldn’t have joined the cross-country team, probably would have never left the house to be honest, probably would have just gone to church and been the good little Christian angel my parents would have wanted me to be.

“Hey, this seat taken?” I heard a guy talk by me, “Hey there, this seat taken?” he said again.

I looked up to realize that he was actually talking to me, the cute guy I had passed in the hallway, well got dragged by in the hallway by Nat and was kind of shocked he was talking to me.

“Um, not that I know of,” I said meekly.

“Cool, the front row is always filled, you new to the class or something?” he said as he prepared his easel, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before.”

“I’m just here with my friend Nat, visiting from Florida, but I doubt you would have noticed me even if I wasn’t,” there was something about him that just drew honesty out of me, I couldn’t believe I actually said that.

“I definitely would have, I mean, I did pick the seat next to you, didn’t I,” he said nervously and for a second, I thought he was blushing just a little.

I couldn’t help but blush myself, the nervousness making me rub my legs together, “that’s true, I guess,” we’re the only words I could get out before Nat came rushing back and grabbing me.

“Come on Maggie, we’re all ready for you,” she said.

“Natalie, can’t you see we’re talking,” Vinny spoke up before she pulled me away.

“Maggie this is Vinny, Vinny this is my friend Maggie, you guys can flirt after class,” my eyes shot wide open, I couldn’t believe she actually said that.

I looked back as we walked to a small room in the back of the classroom, but I couldn’t help but look back to see him watching us walk away. I mean I was wearing jeans and my hoodie, so I doubt he could really tell anything about my body, but I felt like, he was checking me out and for that second I was less nervous and more excited.

When we got in the back room, it looked like it was the teacher’s private office, he had drawing and paintings hung up on the wall that just made my jaw drop at the sheer talent of all of them.

“Sorry, we used to have a changing room, but there is a small curtain in the back you can close and use,” he said while checking emails.

“Ok, see you out there, thank you so much for doing this for me,” Natalie said before going back into the classroom, closing the door behind her.

Changing room? Was I going to dress up as someone or something for the students to paint…draw maybe? When I got back there closing the curtain all I saw hanging there was this flimsy black robe. I guess maybe it was some kind of dress, it was very silky so maybe they were practicing lines…or something, I wasn’t very artsy and had never seen one of these classes before so I felt I was lost. I immediately stripped, now nervous that people would notice that I would be wearing this without any underwear and hoped it was thick enough that I wasn’t practically naked in front of everyone, in front of Vinny. The thought did turn me on though, I just met the guy and would be practically naked in front of him, my pussy dripped just a little at the thought.

“What was your name again so I can introduce you to the class?!” his sudden yell startling me back to reality.

“Maggie!”

“And you’re friends with Ms. Wagner?

Wagner…was that Nat’s last name, “yes sir!”

“I’ll introduce, you, then just walk out and onto the stage, Ms. Wagner will help you with your first pose and we’ll begin, thank you again for doing this.”

I heard him walk out and close the door behind him, I finally got the nerve to walk out from behind the curtain into his office, the dress flowing and so thin, I felt like I wasn’t wearing anything at all.

“Ok everyone,” I heard him muffled behind the door, “thank you for coming to this make up class, I know the date and hour is weird, it almost didn’t happen because our first model cancelled, but thankfully Ms. Wagner had a replacement to help us out,” I smiled at the thought of Nat getting the recognition and hearing a small applause from it.

“Our model is a young Maggie Hill, this is the first time she’s modeled for a class, so be as helpful as you can because I ate the fruit bowl backup and she’s the only thing we got,” a few snickers and giggles came from the students.

After a moment of silence, I was called out to the stage, I meekly opened the door, peering through like a little kid that had just been called into their parents’ room. I was expecting all eyes on me, but most were looking at their easels, a few still pulling out supplies and sharpening pencils and a couple on their cell phones. On shaky legs I made it onto the small platform, I always hated giving speeches in school and even though I was not going to talk, I still felt nervous being the center of attention.

Natalie walked up onto the stage from the seat I was previously sitting on and as I looked up and to the right, caught the eye of Vinny staring intently at me.

“Ok, time to get started, just take a deep breath and I’ll help you get into the first pose,” Nat said getting behind me, putting her arms around me.

I took a deep breath and in that mere second, before I could react, the tie that held the dress together was undone and material slipped down from my shoulders and onto the floor as I stood there naked in front of a room of strangers.

Before I could even react, Nat grabbed my hands to stop me from covering up and whispered in my ear, “don’t worry, it’s a nude model, thought you would get a kick out of it, we’re all professionals, it’s not something we haven’t seen before, just take a seat and don’t forget to breath.”

Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 3.5

This was the first time I had ever cuddled with someone in bed, her body was so warm and soft against my own. I just felt so warm and safe in her arms that it wasn’t very hard to go back to sleep, even after a dream like that. Although I wasn’t sure how I felt about the dream, I mean, was I turned on…or scared that I was just taken by a literal monster. The thought slowly dissolved from my mind like a fleeting nightmare as I went back to sleep only to be woken up some time later by the morning sun breaking through the curtains and my urgent need to use the bathroom. Although when I tried to get up Natalie seemed to not want to lose her new cuddle buddy.

“Mmmm, no, just a little longer,” she mumbled still asleep, her arms hugging me close.

The way she was holding me though was making me feel like I was about to burst, “Nat, I got to pee!”

She stopped squeezing and let me slowly slip out of bed, to an unfamiliar room. It wasn’t like I was awake when I got in here, but it wasn’t rocket science to find the bathroom anyways. The bathroom was huge, with a giant tub and walk in shower that made my tiny one at home feel like a crappy outhouse. It was moments like this I really questioned how much money Natalie and her family had. When I came back into the room, more conscious than I was when I had first woken up. It was like a large studio apartment, and the view was amazing, I could see the pier and most of San Francisco from our room, it was my first time being here, so I wasn’t really sure what to expect.

Natalie began tossing in bed, like a child not wanting to get ready for school, “what time is it?”

I looked over at the clock on the side of the bed, “it’s 8:40.”

“Crap!” she quickly jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom, I heard the shower start to turn on, “Come on! We’re going to be late!”

“Late for what?”

“It’s a makeup class for one I missed, I need it or else my grade will take a hit and I really don’t want that.”

“So why am I coming with you?”

“I mean you can stay here, but, why not? It’ll be fast anyways, it’s one of my drawing classes, you may learn something.”

I mean I did want to be a graphic designer and I did tell my mom I was coming here to learn about the school Nat was going to, “ok fine, tell me when the shower is free.”

“Just get your ass in here already, we’re going to be late!”

It kind of turned me on when Natalie got all dominant like this, and I whole heartedly expected some devious little sexual plan to be going on from the moment I got in the shower. However, like a girl expecting a big “surprise!” like she was walking in on a surprise birthday party, there was nothing. Just Natalie, washing her hair and waiting for me to come in with her. In fact, nothing sexual happened at all, we barely even touched while in there, except for a few accidental brush ups while we watched our own naked bodies. A part of me was almost disappointed that nothing happened at all.

We got dressed, in very normal clothing, sans underwear of course, rushed down a very extravagant hallway into an equally luxurious hallway that made me feel very underdressed and right into an uber that took us to a building downtown. Nat explaining to me that her school was actually a series of buildings that were bought downtown and each being a place where classes were taken. I didn’t really understand it, actually I did, but I just wasn’t paying attention because I was too distracted taking in everything in the area never being to San Francisco before. Being a “small town girl” this was the first major city I had ever stepped foot into and it felt kind of…overwhelming.

When we finally got to our destination, Natalie stepped out and like a mother late for work, which I guess made me the child, she grabbed my hand as we sprinted into the building. I passed by a few people, a really cute guy in the hallway that made me blush as he made eye contact with me and a few cliché artsy girls in black since I guess the classes in this building which from something I think Nat said were, “mostly for the artsy emo kids.”

Through a door and into a studio classroom, I felt very nervous, like it was my first day of school with the added stress of not being a student there and hoping it wasn’t going to upset the teacher. I also didn’t know where to sit, what was going to happen, all that was around were a bunch of chairs with easels and a small wooden stage that was lit with a box, some chairs, throw pillows and blankets. I wasn’t sure if they were getting ready to draw furniture or learning how to design a living room on a college budget.

“Hey, Maggie, come here!” Nat’s words brought me out of my nervous confusion, “this is Mr. Lampman, our teacher, Mr. Lampman, this is my frind Nat who I said I would bring.”

Bring me? I was very confused on what was going on now, I thought this was just a class that she needed to retake or make up for, or something. I was getting frazzled now and was suspecting that Natalie was up to something. Even if she had to take this class to make it up, she seemed like the two birds with one stone type and I started to worry about what was about to happen next.

Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 3.4

“What a stubborn child, but with a flower comes a bud to open,” with those words I felt my ass cheeks begin to spread and even unable to see my eyes shot wide in fear as my asshole was fully exposed and open just enough to feel the pulses spread over it and enter me through the tiny open hole.

I bit my lip and tried to hold back, like holding back a sneeze but couldn’t help but my mouth opening as my body waned to moan. But as my mouth gaped open something even odder occurred. I could feel the pulses enter my mouth, over my tongue and down my throat and with it entering so many places, it felt like all of my insides were vibrating with pleasurable pulses as well. I tried desperately to close my mouth but it felt like my jaw had locked into place, unable to close it. My arousal was peaking to new levels, an itch getting worse and worse by the second that I desperately needed to scratch and my pussy was opening up like a faucet as it leaked down my inverted body.

What felt like tiny mouths grasped onto my nipples, then another pinching on my clit and a tiny tentacle began circling around my anus gently stimulating it.

“Oh god stop!” shocks of electricity suddenly came through the mouths and on my sensitive asshole causing a sharp, cramping pain, “oh my god, mmmm, please stop,” the once pain now replaced by a soothing pleasure where once the pain was.

“Ahhhh!” the pain once again, “mmmm, no,” then the pleasure, switching back and forth until my mind couldn’t tell one from the other but got turned on all the same.

“Please,” was the only word I could muster between screams, moans and unable to move my jaw.

“What my child? Please, please stop? I don’t understand,” were his only words, as he teased me knowing exactly what I wanted. Since after all, we were connected now.

“Please, fuck, mmmm,” I didn’t even have the chance to finish the humiliating request before I felt a long, thick, studded cock enter my pussy.

The shocks stopped but that didn’t stop it from continuing to stimulate my clit, nipples and asshole. It was all driving me crazy, the shame and humiliation of giving in just adding to the intensity of the pleasure. The pleasure of this infinity long dick fucking me so deep, it wouldn’t just touch my cervix, but hit it every time it stuffed itself into me as far as it could go. When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore another in equal stature entered my ass, its slick, slimy exterior allowing it to slip in with no resistance. It felt so good but at the same time, so wrong.

“Please! No! I shouldn’t be doing this; you should be doing this to…” a third slipped past my lips silencing me and forcing it’s way down my throat.

In unison they fucked me in all of my holes, in and out, then in sequence as each would pull out in turn and then penetrate in the same sequence, the chemicals off of the tentacles making my body hot and my mind go blank as their assault on my body continued. If I could hear, it would have been the sounds of slouching between my pussy and ass and the slurping of my mouth as it face fucked me. The studs on the tentacles moved on their own, massaging my insides as it fucked me, the tentacle in my pussy releasing smaller tentacles that wiggled their way into my womb touching me in places I didn’t think was humanly possible and the final tentacle in my ass felt like it had expanded becoming thicker inside of me.

“Please, oh god no, please, this thing can’t make me cum,” I spoke in my mind forgetting her could hear my inner thoughts.

“You will child, and I will make you mine, mind, body and soul and I will do it after I destroy every bit of each to rebuild it to a whore for my pleasure alone.”

I didn’t know what he meant, but my senses started to come back and I opened my eyes to a bright light. Once I could see past it, I realized I was on stage at my school where the whole student body was watching me, everyone I knew who knew me, other students and teachers. Harder, faster and impossibly deeper I was fucked as I watched the reactions of the audience, the humiliation of being so exposed in such a lewd way lit the fuse to my orgasm and blushing in shame, unable to hold back I felt it explode inside of me. My sensitivity sky rocketed and as I came, the tentacles stiffened, twitched and began unloading what I could only believe as cum into my pussy and ass. The flow of all the cum along with my juices flowed down my body, coating my stomach, chest, neck and pulling my head back with the tentacle still in my mouth allowed it to flow over my face and into my hair as well.

“Now for the real show my child.”

I was lowered, tentacle still in my mouth, made to look like I was standing on my own feet, legs spread, bent over and held in place. The tentacle in my mouth penetrating deeper down my throat, then deeper still feeding more and more inside of me with me unable to understand where it was all going. But then I felt extremely full, then cramped and embarrassed beyond all recognition felt like I had to….go. There was no stopping it, no matter how hard I tried, to hold it back, clench, couldn’t even bit down as I felt something push out of my ass realizing the tentacle had gone completely through me. I was pulled back up for all to see, openly displayed with my legs split, floating off of the stage floor above the audience, but now instead of humiliation, shame or embarrassment, all I felt was pleasure. My legs spread so all could see my leaking pussy spread wide, the tentacle flaying around from out of my ass.

“Look my child, I have broken your mind and body, now your poor little soul.”

I looked in the front row to see the shocked, disgusted angry looks of my family along with my brother-in-law next to my sister smirking as if he knew the truth all along. Then the tentacle pulled further out of my ass, far enough so I could see the tip as it pointed to its target, my legs pulled back behind my head and like a spear hurdled its way to my vulnerably open pussy and as the tip penetrated me in that spilt second.

“Noooo!” I woke up in a strange, dark room, in a fancy bed, Natalie beside me startled half awake.

Half-awake Nat said something, “it was just a bad dream,” she put her arm around me, cuddling her naked body against mine, “go back to sleep.”

Accidental Gangbang by silkstockingslover

[One of my favorites I had to put on here for safe keeping]

Accidental Gangbang
by silkstockingslover

Summary: Wife-to-be ends up fuck-slut at her fiancé's bachelor party.

Note 1: This is a holiday 2014 contest story.

Note 2: Thanks to goamz86 and Robert for editing.

Note 3: A new edit was written and edited (by Tex Beethoven) in March 2018.

Note 4: Thanks to Ender27 who first came up with the idea in my  Christmas stories idea thread. Also, Gift Box by Hypoxia also uses the  same plot suggestion, which was released a couple weeks before my  original version of this story came out, although you will see the  stories are a lot different (yet also have some similarities as we both  used a few of Ender27's ideas).

Note 5: Although there is a brief accidental incest interlude, this is mostly a group sex story.

Accidental Gangbang

It seemed like a good idea at the time... which is what I told my fiancé four hours later.

The wedding was in two weeks, on December 30th (a strange date I  agree, but with lots of family coming from great distances, it was the  best choice...plus leaving all the snow behind for Hawaii was a great  honeymoon choice).

I had no doubt become bridezilla with all the problems and  complications thrown at me the past month. I won't get into the details,  but that old Murphy adage 'anything that can go wrong, will' had been  proving itself nonstop right before my eyes. To make things worse (now I  see in retrospect), I had decided our wedding night would be lots  hotter if we both gave up sex after fucking each other's brains out on  November 30, and not having any at all during December until we'd tied  the knot. By this time our abstinence was really getting on my nerves,  but I had been reluctant to back down since I'd made such a big deal  about it when I had imposed it on my fiancé Dwayne.

My bitchiness in addition to our abstinence had taken its toll on Dwayne, and I'd decided to make it up to him.

I decided that tonight I would give myself to him completely,  including my anal virginity, which I had adamantly refused him many  times in the past. But now I had been prepping my ass for his  smaller-than-most five-inch cock for the past week with three  increasingly larger butt plugs.

I told him I was going to my maid-of-honour Amy's place for some more  wedding planning, and would spend the night there. Instead I remained  home and with Amy's help, I climbed inside a large box, naked except for  some sexy lingerie and thigh highs (I mean really sexy lingerie, with  cut-outs for my cunt, ass and tits), and then Amy wrapped the box to  make it look like an elaborate Christmas gift, which it certainly was!

Amy had created a few holes for breathing and access, so I would have  air to breathe and to give Dwayne access to my three pleasure holes and  my breasts.

As Amy was about to close me up inside the box, she asked, still  surprised by this idea, which was so out of character for me, and more  like something she would do, "Last chance. You still sure about this?"

I laughed, "I'm already in the box, plus he has been so incredibly  patient with my going over to the dark side in addition to my  cock-blocking him that he deserves a treat!"

"It is one kinky idea," Amy laughed.

"Apparently you're finally wearing off on me," I quipped.

"You calling me a slut?" she asked, pretending to take offense.

"No, you're just a very liberal connoisseur of cock," I quipped.

"Bitch," she quipped, surprising me by sliding a finger inside the box and poking it at my pussy lips.

"Amy!" I gasped, helpless to stop her. She had tried to coax me into  exploring the other side many times, but I had always rejected the  temptation...women just never doing anything for me sexually. Although  if I ever was going to 'munch cunt', as she so eloquently put it, she  would be the perfect choice. She is a beautiful redhead who makes gay  guys question their sexuality (she had actually fucked three gay guys).

She quipped, "I'm just playing with your box," as her finger parted my pussy lips and slid inside me.

The idea that I was about to get ass-fucked for the first time both  had me incredibly excited, as prepping myself with three different butt  plugs had been pleasantly arousing, but also nervous: would a real cock  hurt? I involuntarily moaned at the surprise violation by my best  friend: "Amyyy!!"

Pulling her finger out, she quipped, "Sorry, I couldn't resist." After a moment she added, "Damn, you taste yummy."

Her finger gone, I suddenly wished it was back, it being almost a  month since Dwayne and I had fucked. Plus, hearing her tell me how good I  tasted was both surreal and flattering. I quipped, "Be careful, I may  make you my full service maid-of-honour."

"Challenge accepted," she quipped, before asking, "You sure you're comfortable in there?"

Although the box was long and thin it was tall enough for me to be on  hands and knees, and I was relatively comfortable that way. "As long as  he isn't an hour late getting home from work," I joked, Dwayne being a  man of habit; he was never late.

"I'm going to write a little note for him," she added.

"What are you going to write?" I asked, knowing she was devious enough to write almost anything.

"That is for me to know and you to find out," she quipped, before adding, "literally."

Suddenly there was a door handle sound. "Shit, he's early," Amy gasped. "I'll sneak out the back."

"Kkkkk," I said, giddy with anticipation.

A few seconds later I heard the door open and him rustling around. Then I heard footsteps as he approached me.

I was full of giddy trepidation as his finger touched my pussy lips. I  let out a soft moan, my pussy already wet from both the anticipation  and Amy's brief tease.

The finger slowly parted my pussy lips, creating an involuntarily trembling. I was ready to be fucked.

Like Amy's, as quickly as the finger had begun teasing me, it was gone.

I expected him to either fuck me or unwrap the box, yet he went to  the side hole and began cupping my breast, reaching for my stiff nipple  and giving it a firm squeeze, again making me moan.

I wanted to scream 'fuck me already', but I also wanted him to enjoy  this gift entirely, so I remained quiet and waited for the inevitable.

He again moved his hand away, before moving to the hole in front of my face and putting his fingers in my mouth.

I swirled my tongue around his fingers as if they were a cock, trying to entice him to replace his fingers with the real thing.

Frustratingly, he again withdrew his fingers and walked around, this time going to my ass.

He moved his finger between my ass cheeks before slowly poking it  inside. I stiffened even though I'd thoroughly prepared for my ass's  virgin voyage.

After briefly fingering my ass, the fingers again pulled out and returned to my cunt.

He tapped on my clit, making my whole body tremble, and my pussy  leaked slightly as I wanted to scream, "Will you open your present  already!?!?!"

Suddenly I heard the door open again. I instantly stiffened as the  guy teasing my clit finally spoke and I realized it hadn't been my  fiancé molesting me, but his best friend Joey, "Did you get the  stripper?"

Footsteps coming closer, a voice, also not my fiancé's, answered,  "No, Dwayne stressed no strippers, but Mike obviously ignored that."

Joey laughed, "Looks like Mike technically kept his word. I assume  this isn't a stripper but a prostitute; look at the words above her ass.

The other guy laughed, "'Pick a hole', delicious!"

I gasped. So that's what Amy had written! And what were these guys  doing here? Had Dwayne scheduled a bachelor party without telling me  about it? I sure hoped he wasn't having it here!

The new guy probed my pussy lips as I tried to figure some way out of this predicament.

As he probed me, he asked, "What's the plan?"

"I thought we were going to the bar," Joey answered, "but now I'm not so sure."

"Think I can fuck her?" he asked, making my whole body tense up.

"Not sure, we should probably wait until Mike gets here," Joey replied.

"You're probably right, but fuck, she's soaked," he declared accurately.

I wasn't sure why I was so wet, my feelings right now were utter shame, yet my body was betraying my morals.

As I was fingered, the door opened again and Joey greeted, "Mike, this is a good one."

"What is?" Mike asked, as somebody's fingers left my cunt.

After a pause, Mike asked, "What's this?"

"This isn't your work?" Joey asked.

"Nope. Dwayne made it pretty clear, no strippers. That bitch wife-to-be already has him domesticated," Mike answered.

Was that what they thought of me? I mean I could definitely be a  bitch, but I had no idea that was how Dwayne's friends basically saw me.  And the other bad news: this was looking more and more like a bachelor  party and what the hell was I going to do about it? Please, guys, go to  the bar and have a blast!

"I know," Joey laughed, "his last chance ever to get any head will probably be tonight."

Joey was always a sweetheart around me, so hearing him diss me like  this was very shocking. (Although men would be shocked too if they knew  how women described them to each other.)

"Has she spoken?" Mike asked.

"No, she hasn't made a sound," Joey said.

Mike asked, "Hey, we won't open you until the groom arrives, but what's your name in there?"

I remained silent, knowing Joey for sure and likely Mike too would  recognize my voice. No, my best plan of action was utter silence and  praying they would leave for the bar without unwrapping my box.

"No speaking; well, let's feel what we have at least," Mike said,  before putting his hand in the box and cupping my breasts. "Nice tits,  erect nipples."

"This bitch is revved up and ready for action," the guy I didn't recognize commented.

Soon another hand was touching my cunt. I wanted to shout for them to  stop, but I couldn't without revealing it was me. The only possible way  out of this without total embarrassment was to remain silent and hope  they did indeed leave for the bar. And, at this point, I'd already let  three of my fiancé's friends fondle me...how would I explain that to  him?

Other men arrived over the next twenty minutes, each of them  fingering me, making crude comments and yet, of course, no one taking  credit for arranging for my presence here.

I continued to hear comments like "I don't know... his fiancée seems  like a bit of a prude... I heard that strippers would be off limits for  this party...he might get really pissed once he gets here."

With each additional man touching me I felt more ashamed, more unable  to come clean and get out, and surprisingly more wet and eager for the  next man. I was being teased like crazy and desperately wanted to come.

Eventually, Dwayne arrived and didn't approach me, but just laughed  when someone told him about 'the whore in the box' saying, "Feel free to  play with the girl all you wish."

I couldn't believe he had just accidentally given all his friends permission to fondle his fiancée!

I was doubly horrified when they agreed to just stay there and drink, once Dwayne told them I wouldn't be coming home tonight.

The next hour was an eternity of teasing and humiliation. Men  continually kept reaching into the box to play with my breasts, finger  my pussy, and, occasionally, tease my ass.

So many things were said, like:
"Who hired the hooker?" (a term that made me want to cry)
"Can we fuck her?" (Which had me trembling with guilt, yet also excitement)
"Fuck, is she soaking wet." (Which also had me mortified with guilt, and more excitement)
"Even her ass is begging for it." (Ironically true, but not with these guys)
"Nice firm rack." (Which was flattering. considering my boobs were hanging down Ike a sow's)

Dwayne admitted, after a couple of drinks, and under pressure to  unwrap the present, "Guys, if I went there Clarissa would kill me."

I was relieved to hear he was going to remain faithful to me,  although my relief was short-lived as he increased the stakes  offhandedly, "But so long as she doesn't object, you guys can use her  however you wish."

Terrified of the idea of objecting and thereby outing myself, I knew I  wouldn't say a word no matter what they did to me! So I endured (and  honestly, enjoyed) a few more minutes of being groped, fondled and  fingered, both my pussy and ass defiled as the drinking continued, and  as the night went on, the violations became rougher.

Then the inevitable happened. I reached orgasm when someone pumped  three fingers in me aggressively. I fought to not cum, but an hour of  constant probing had been too much and I clenched my teeth so as not to  scream out loud and give away my identity.

Unfortunately, once I reach orgasm I can come again and again, and that's what I did!

A minute later the fingers turned into a fist inside me and I could  barely hold back from screaming as my cunt was widened unnaturally.  Although there was a slight burn, the pleasure was intense and I knew I  was in for a long night of humiliating ecstasy...feeling like a cheap  slut and loving every minute of it!

Suddenly the hole in the front of the box darkened as a hard cock was  poked into my cheek. As the hand continued fisting me, I opened my  mouth and the cock slid in and I began sucking.

"The slut is sucking me," my fellatio recipient declared and soon I  felt the fist pull out of my cunt to be replaced by a cock. A very big  cock! Soon I was bouncing back and forth like a rocking horse, taking  unidentified cock in both ends. Although the act was so slutty,  especially with my fiancé somewhere in the room, it was also  exhilarating, easily the most sexually satisfying moment of my life.

In only a couple of minutes, the guy fucking my mouth shot a load  down my throat. As soon as he finished coming, he pulled out and another  cock replaced his. "Get sucking, slut," Joey's voice demanded.

I had no choice but to suck Joey's cock. His was not long, but he was thick, and widened my lips.

Meanwhile I kept bouncing back on the cock in my cunt, wanting to cum  again, yet at the same time fearful of the probability that this  unknown cock would come inside me. My fear was made a reality a minute  later when I heard a grunt and felt my cunt walls coated in cum. I  always loved the feeling of cum filling my cunt, but not knowing whose  it was, plus having an unprotected womb, got my adrenalin surging and  twistedly brought me to another orgasm even as it shamed me.

"Fuck, is her cunt tight," my ejaculator praised me as he pulled out.

"Let me take a go at that," someone else said and my cunt was filled again.

This crazy accidental gangbang continued for another half an hour as I  swallowed a half dozen loads of cum and felt a similar amount fill my  well-fucked cunt, including about the same number of orgasms for myself.

Finally, my body aching, cum leaking out of my cunt, both my holes  were finally empty. I thought I was done, but then things got even  crazier! I heard my future father-in law's voice saying to someone,  "Well, I have to admit my wife hasn't given me head in years."

A few guys pressured him to go for it; "It's not cheating if it's something your wife doesn't do," one guy said.

"Yeah, just shove it in there," another added.

"What the hell, why not?" my father-in-law agreed, and soon my mouth  was again full of cock, this one belonging to a future relative. As I  began sucking on his cock, my father-in-law-to-be called out, "James,  come over here and fuck this slut's cunt."

My eyes went wide as I heard James, who wasn't some future relative  but my own father joking, "That would be the ultimate father-in-law  bonding."

"What happens at the stag stays at the stag," Dwayne's father quipped, as I felt a cock slide inside my cunt.

I prayed it wasn't my father, but my prayers weren't answered as I  heard him, his voice now right above me, say, "Shit, this is the first  fresh cunt I've had in thirty years."

I couldn't believe it! I was getting fucked by my father! I also  couldn't believe that even though I was mortified by the reality of it,  my cunt was heating up again, the taboo of this act somehow turning me  on. My body, acting on its own, began bouncing back to meet the strokes  of my father's surprisingly long cock before deep-throating my  father-in-law's much smaller cock.

Deciding to ignore whose cocks I had in me, I focused on the task at  hand, getting them to come. My dad shocked me, being the first person to  speak directly to me throughout the evening since someone had asked my  name at the very start, as after a couple minutes of fucking he ordered  me authoritatively, like he often spoke to me as a father, "Beg for my  cock, slut."

I couldn't believe my father would say such words to anyone ever! Yet  I also couldn't believe he would fuck a stranger in a box. Yet I knew I  didn't dare speak, couldn't reveal my identity, since the only shred of  dignity remaining in my weary soul was my secret identity being  protected by this fragile cardboard box.

"The slut has a mouthful of cock," my father-in-law quipped.

My father laughed, "I guess that's true."

I got a brief reprieve as I continued to willingly submit to this act  of incest. Another orgasm was undeniably rising in me as I bounced back  on my dad's big cock, wishing the box wasn't in the way, yet thankful  it was hiding my identity. What would he say if he knew he was fucking  his daughter? What would Dwayne say if he knew I was not only sucking  off his father, but fucking my own? The whole ordeal was fucked up, yet I  couldn't deny the ultimate pleasure that was coursing through me.

"God, I forgot how great it was to get a blow job!" my father-in-law moaned.

Dwayne, who had been quiet for a long time, quipped, "Clarissa can give one hell of a blow job."

I would usually be mortified by such words about me, yet at the  moment I thought, damn right! as I prepared to take yet another load  down my throat.

"Your mother-in-law has a vacuum mouth too," my father grunted, as he kept fucking me.

"Like mother, like daughter," someone else quipped.

I couldn't believe the crudity of this conversation as I heard my  father-in-law grunt and brag to me, "Here comes my load, slut."

I kept bobbing, all shame gone by now so long as I could remain anonymous, eager to swallow another load of cum.

"Mine too," my father grunted, as within seconds of each other they both deposited loads of cum in my two well-fucked holes.

Once they both pulled out, my father said, "Go ahead Dwayne, fuck this slut's ass, it's been waiting for you all night."

I couldn't believe my own father was telling my fiancé to cheat on me!

"I don't know," Dwayne said, "Clarissa would kill me."

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her," his father added.

"Still, I would know," Dwayne countered.

"Well, at least unwrap the present and let's take a look at what  we've been fucking," someone else said. That comment really pissed me  off as the ultimate in objectification! I wasn't even a 'who', I was  just a 'what'!

"I guess we could do that," Dwayne agreed, my whole body stiffening  as I realized everyone was about to discover who had been in the box  fucking and sucking them.

"It's the least you can do," Mike quipped, "someone obviously went to  a lot of work setting this up for you, even though they won't take  credit for it."

"Probably doesn't want to be on my daughter's shit list: she can be quite a bitch," my father said.

It's crazy how one day can forever change who you are. Everyone who'd  mentioned me tonight had made it clear they thought I was a cold bitch,  and yet tonight I'd been anything but! Part of me longed to be  unwrapped so they could all see I wasn't not some ice queen, yet a  smarter side of me knew that was a terrible idea.

Suddenly my phone buzzed in the kitchen.

Dwayne said, "That's weird, that's Clarissa's phone."

"Shit, she isn't here, is she?" my dad gasped.

A moment later Dwayne reported, "Her purse is here."

"Shit," my dad repeated, clearly frantic.

Dwayne's tone suddenly shifted and he said, "Guys, it's time to leave! That was a text and my fiancée is on her way home."

"Shit, shit, shit," my father cursed.

"Guys, head for home, and do it NOW!" Dwayne ordered, even as I was curious what my text said. It was likely from Amy.

"What about the whore?" someone asked.

"I'll deal with her," Dwayne said.

"You sure?" Mike asked.

"Yes, now go before Clarissa gets here!" Dwayne ordered.

The men began to leave even as a couple paused to give me last-minute breast squeezes or fingerings.

Joey asked, his tone curious, "You sure you don't want help with the box?"

"No," Dwayne replied. "I think the text appearing when it did was a  sign not to unwrap it. Once you're all gone, I'll unwrap the box just a  bit and let her leave without anyone knowing her identity."

"Always the gentleman," Joey teased.

Soon everyone was gone, and I was thinking that maybe, just maybe, I  was going to get out of this predicament without being revealed, if  Dwayne kept to what he'd told his friends.

But Dwayne spoke to me saying, "Amy wants to know how I liked your surprise."

I wanted to speak, but I was speechless. He knew it was me! He knew I  had sucked and fucked his friends, his father and my father!

He began to unwrap the box. "I mean I thought it was weird when no  one took credit for it. Yet this is definitely not what I would ever  have guessed."

"I'm so sorry," I said weakly, tears streaming from my eyes, my marriage over before it had even started!

He didn't say anything else as he ripped off some paper and broke the  box open, but then said, "Stand up, your knees must be killing you."

"My shame is killing me," I countered, as I did indeed stand up,  unable to look him in the eye as cum coated my face and leaked out of my  cunt, visual reminders of my betrayal.

"Well, I have to admit, spontaneity isn't usually your thing," he said, his tone unreadable.

"Tell me about it," I laughed harshly at myself.

He took my hands and asked, "You didn't know I was having a party and were planning to give me anal sex as a Christmas present?"

"Yes," I admitted, finally looking into his eyes. "I figured I owed  you for being so patient during my recent crossing to the dark side. It  seemed like a good idea at the time."

"Weddings can do that," he smiled, always so patient, the ying to my yang.

"Do you hate me?" I asked, petrified of hearing the answer.

"I could never hate you," he replied, leaning in and kissing me.

When he broke the kiss, I gasped, "You're not mad?"

"What I actually am is surprised, and a little turned on," he answered,

"R-r-really?" I stammered, a glimmer of hope that my relationship with this wonderful man wasn't over.

"Yes, but I do think I need to fuck you, I'm not a big fan of the  thought that the last two people inside you were my dad and yours," he  said, taking charge by putting his hands on my shoulders and guiding me  back onto my knees.

I fished his cock out of his pants and eagerly took it in my mouth, happy to see it was rock hard.

"I'm not sure I'll ever be able to look your father in the eye again  without laughing," Dwayne said, as I bobbed on his cock. "If he only  knew!"

Taking his cock out of my mouth, I asked, "Can we please never ever talk about this again?"

"Sure," he quipped, "I always knew you had daddy issues."

"Bastard," I shot back.

"Slut," he retaliated, as he pulled me to my feet and bent me over  the couch and slid his cock in my cunt and added, "At least I'm the last  one in this hole now, too."

"Why don't you make it three for three?" I moaned, desperately  wanting to give him the last of my three holes, just as I had when this  crazy night started.

"You sure?" he asked, always the gentleman.

"That's a hole you can not only be the last one in, but the first and only one, too! Fuck my ass, baby," I purred.

"Okay," he said, still unsure. He pulled out of my cunt and moved his cock to my ass.

"Just slam it in baby, I'm so fucking horny and I've been prepping my  ass all week for your cock," I begged, dying to know what a real cock  would feel like in my ass.

"Okay," he again agreed, although he started slow.

"That's it, fill your bitchy fiancée's ass," I moaned, quoting his friends.

"You probably heard a lot of things you were never supposed to hear,"  he admitted, as he continued sliding further inside my ass.

"It was a very blunt wake up call," I admitted, "obviously all your friends think I'm a bitch."

"I imagine they'd change their opinion if they knew who was in the box," he pointed out.

"How wonderful: I'd go from the bitch to the slut," I moaned, as his cock filled me.

"The ass slut," he grunted, as he began moving in and out of my ass.

"Your own personal ass slut," I moaned, loving when he called me names.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned.

I imagined my cunt wasn't so tight after the plethora of cocks that  had fucked me tonight, many of them bigger than his. I begged, "Well,  then fuck me hard and gape my ass."

"What's gotten into you?" he asked.

"Over a dozen cocks," I quipped.

Suddenly the door opened and Joey walked back in. "Sorry, I forgot my wall...."

Dwayne didn't stop fucking my ass as he ordered Joey, "Don't you say a fucking word."

"My lips are sealed," he promised, clearly stunned by seeing me and  since I still had who knows how many loads of cum coating my face, it  wasn't a stretch for him to realize it had been me in the box.

Feeling so slutty, so horny, and wanting to break the myth that I was  a bitch, I ordered, "Well, don't just sit there, come fuck this mean  bitch's face with that big cock of yours. Again."

Dwayne gasped from behind, but went along with it, "Yes, my gal is making amends for being such a fucking bitch lately."

Joey, like most guys, didn't need to be asked twice when such an  offer was made. He walked over to me, stood up on the couch, pulled his  pants down and shoved his cock in my mouth. "I can't believe it was her  the whole time."

"Me neither," Dwayne nodded, as he began really slamming his cock in my ass.

I slobbered all over Joey's cock, moaning like a slut, as my ass got reamed.

Wondering what it would be like to get double penetrated, I said, "Change positions."

Dwayne slid out of my ass and I ordered, "Lie down, Joey."

Joey did and I quickly faced him and dropped my wet cunt onto his big cock.

I looked up at my fiancé and ordered, "Come DP your wife-to-be."

"Fuuuuck," he said, disbelieving, as he moved behind me and slid his cock back in my ass.

"Fuuuuuuck yes," I moaned, the sensations of being DP'd even better than I'd imagined.

Joey leaned forward and began sucking on my breasts, which only enhanced the pleasure.

Dwayne slammed into me, making my tits slap Joey in the face.

"Oh yes, fuck my ass baby, ram that cock in my rear," I moaned, wanting to feel his cum in my ass.

"I'm close," he groaned.

"Come in my ass, baby," I demanded, "fill my ass with your cum."

"Kkkkkk," he grunted, a couple of strokes later.

"Yessssss," I moaned, the feeling of something spraying in my ass a new turn-on and bringing me close to my own orgasm.

As he pulled out, I began riding Joey's cock, wanting to come again myself.

After a couple minutes, Joey ordered me, "Ride my cock with that ass of yours, slut."

I was surprised by his order and his name calling, yet so horny and  definitely a slut tonight, I obeyed. I awkwardly stood up, and slowly  lowered myself onto his big cock.

"Oh fuuuuuuck," I groaned, as my asshole was widened by his girth.

"That's it slut, take it all up your shit hole," he ordered.

The language was so nasty, it only made me hotter. "Yes, sirrrrr," I groaned, feeling so submissive.

"It's Master, bitch," Joey scolded, this domineering side of him so shocking and hot.

"Yesss, Master," I moaned, almost forgetting Dwayne was there.

Finally I had taken all his cock in my ass. He grabbed my hips, held me down and began bucking up.

"Mother fuuuuuucker," I screamed, as his cock reached depths deeper  than any toy ever had. The pleasure-pain principle was definitely at  work as my orgasm cascaded through me in mere seconds.

"That's it, ass slut," he said, holding me in place, "cum like a dirty little slut."

"Yesssss, Master," I weakly got out, squeezing my tits while my orgasm rushed through me.

His own orgasm wasn't far behind as I felt a second load of cum fill my ass.

"Yes, fill my asssssssss," I screamed.

Finally, my legs cramping, I stood up and felt two loads of cum leaking out of my ass.

My fiancé, his cock still hard, was filming me.

I asked, "You like watching me get fucked by another man?"

He nodded.

"Well, Merry Christmas then, Joey is staying the night," I smiled as I  walked over to him, dropped to my knees and took his cock, which had  last been in my ass, back in my mouth.

The End

PS: A new chapter is coming out in 2018....

Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 3.3

My head started feeling all tingly and that tingling feeling started to travel to the rest of my body, like someone had just cranked up the sensitivity to all the nerves in my body. I could feel the roughness of the wall behind me, ever bump and crack, ever change in the air sent shivers through my body, I was on overload at how intense the world felt around me. I could feel my nipples turning hard as diamonds, the wetness forming between my legs and even the tingling of my anus.

“Intense, is it not little girl?”

I shook my head and closed my eyes; I didn’t want to give it the satisfaction of knowing it was pleasuring me. Maybe if he thought he wasn’t able to turn me on, he would just get bored and let me go.

“Hmmmm,” a sound came from under the dumpster rather than in my mind and I opened to see an evil grin form under his eyes and my body began to tremble in fear.

Another tentacle slowly slithered from under the dumpster, up the wall and towards my face, then out of a small hole at the end multiple, smaller strands came out and started to caress my face, slowly circling around my lips, the feeling was like, a gentle first kiss. From there they traveled to my neck, bypassing my breasts and going straight down to my stomach teasing my belly button. I clenched my teeth not realizing how intimate that could be and how arousing it could feel and being so sensitive, it felt even hotter than I could have imagined.

“Mmmph,” I bit my lip trying not to let the sound escape.

Lower, but passing my pussy running over the tops of my thighs sending shivers through my body, the backs of my knees, a weak spot I didn’t know about and then down to my toes. The strands wrapped around my toes, slowly massaging them in pressure and warmth which felt so good. I worried if feeling non-erogenous zones like this, how would the actual sexual places feel when he touched them. As the tips of the strands ran across the bottom of my feet, I instinctively flinched out of fear of being tickled, but it didn’t tickle, it was almost…soothing.

I was getting really turned on now and I worried that whatever this monster was knew. But not as worried as I saw more tentacles crawl out from the darkness and by their shape, it was obvious what they were, they were tentacles meant for one thing, fucking. I felt the tip of one press against my lips, wet, slimy and hot, I thought it would burn the skin off of my lips.

“No!” I finally screamed out in protest and the tip drew back from my lips and for a second, I thought it flinched back out of fear.

“No, my dear little girl? What do you disagree with?” his voice, once again, loud and clear in my head.

“I’m not going to let an evil, demonic, tentacle monster take me!” I thought the yelling would make the tentacles draw back in fear like it did before, but I guess I was wrong as it held firm where it was.

“Oh, dear child, I won’t take you,” the tentacles that were wrapped around my feet soon spread like a net over my skin, covering every inch and started to cause tingling sensations all over, “you’re going to beg for it,” his grin grew in the darkness.

I couldn’t understand what was happening, the tingling grew as the strands became warmer as well and together, I felt something impossible. It was like pure pleasure was radiating over my body. I bit my lip, hoping the pain would further my mind from the pleasure, but it wasn’t working as the strands began to gently vibrate and pulse.

“Ahhh!” then pain, a sudden shock through my ears and a feeling like someone just hit me in the head with a hammer and then I realized, I couldn’t see, hear or smell, just feel, it was like the rest of my senses were turned off to heighten my sense of touch even more and without them it was all I could focus on.

The once full body, pulses and vibrations became like ripples that would start at my nipples and spread through my body, intense at the start and softening towards the end. But I wasn’t going to give in, I could handle this level of stimulation, this was nothing!

“Ha ha ha, don’t you get it little girl, our thoughts are connected, we are one, I feel what you feel, I know what you know,” his words echoing through my mind.

The pulses began to stray from my breasts, almost as if they were pin pointing areas that aroused me the most, like fingers tip toeing around my body, the decided to start where my neck met my collar bone, a weakness of mine but nowhere as stimulating as what had been done to my nipples. In an instant as if it knew that wouldn’t work it jumped to the small of my back, an area that my friend once massage and made me moan as it was an area that would tense when I would cum. I could feel my pussy leaking and my juices traveling down towards my stomach as a trickle started to form that made it all the way down to my neck, it was humiliating.

“Let me spread open that pretty flower now child,” I didn’t understand until I felt the lips of my pussy began to spread wide and the cold outside air begin to flow into me.

The air on my skin was intense enough as it was from the start, but this, this was something even more and my worry instantly became reality as the pulses started on my poor little clit spreading not just over my skin but into my pussy, the ripples mapping out my inner vaginal walls all the way to my cervix, I could picture it in my head from the feeling. It took everything in me not to react, not to give him the satisfaction that it was truly working.

Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 3.2

But as I kept watching, something slowly started to change, their once clinical actions started to become more intense, emotionally driven as they were getting closer and closer to cumming. The expressions on their faces started to change from the sunny, happy smiles they started with, to looks of lust with a hint of almost, anger. Out of nowhere, the once kind boy I first met was now grabbing my head and furiously thrusting his cock in and out while the other slapped my ass then grabbed my hips tightly following the same pace.

As I once again regained the perspective from inside my own head, I could feel their intensity as they were fucking me in both ends, the tightness of their grips, the desperation in each thrust and the throbbing of their hard cocks pistoning in and out of me until they both exploded inside of me gushing with pent up emotions.

“Slut,” a woman said passing by.

As the cum leaked out of the corner of my mouth and my pussy, it was like the whole world around us began changing as they did. The cum was suddenly the blood in the water that everyone could smell and now the sharks were hungry.

When they pulled out and I was finally able to look around now, I was surrounded by a crowd of both men and women, all with mixed expressions on their faces of either lust, shock, curiosity or sheer disgust. I stood up the best I could and began walking down the street again, but unlike before, everyone noticed my state of undress and worse, the cum still dribbling down my chin and dripping from between my legs onto the sidewalk.

Each person passed by with the reactions I first expected when this whole thing had started. Men checking me out, catching glimpses, some women too, but mostly the rest just looking at me as if I were crazy or just a slut looking for her next fuck. I was getting shyer and more embarrassed. The once walk that made me feel so confident and free, was now making me want to hide in an alley in a fetal position.

The once almost empty streets, now getting busier and busier, the sidewalks filling to the point where I was weaving through crowds of people to keep walking. Each bump, graze of a hand was accidental, until the first that made it obvious that it was on purpose. It came from behind and was a firm grip on my right ass cheek, but just as quickly as it started, the hand was gone. Then another on my left, a man passing by groped my breast. The gropes escalating as I walked, a tweak of a nipple, a finger sliding up my pussy lips, a hand through my hair, until finally fingers were being shoved inside of me a second at a time, slipping into me and pulling out as the person passed by or walked behind me until I could take it anymore and slipped into an alley off out of the sea of people.

My legs felt as if they were trembling, barely able to keep me up as I laid back onto the grimy alley wall. People were stopping and noticing me and now I felt panicked at what they were thinking and with all my strength made my way further down the alley hoping to hide from the crowds. A few quick turns, right, left, straight down, squeezing through a tiny space between two buildings until I was finally able to hide behind a dumpster, I felt I was finally safe.

That’s when I felt it, squishy, yet firm, slimy but rough, a snakelike thing on my leg and immediately freaked out thinking it was a snake, but when I saw it, it didn’t have any eyes, it was more like…a tentacle? It was thick and strong as it wrapped itself around my left leg and as I tried to free myself, I didn’t see the one coming up behind me as it quickly wrapped itself around my neck. Its grip lightly choking me so that I could barely still breathe. My hands instinctively went up to try to pull it from my neck and that’s when another tentacle grabbed my right ankle and pulled me up into the air. As I dangled getting used to being upside-down, my arms were the last to get restrained and with a loud thump, I was up against the brick wall of the building.

A fog billowed from under the dumpster, bright, sharp, blood red eyes opened from the darkness from underneath it and I could almost feel like it was evilly smiling at me.

“Minden lyukat ki fogok szarni, kis ribanc,” it spoke, but had no idea what it said.

The tentacles began moving up my arms and legs, completely wrapping themselves around my limbs rather than just at the wrists and ankles where they were before. I may have had a chance to break free before, but now that was a pipe dream. My arms were pulled up over my head, my legs into a split as I was in midair doing my best portrayal of an upside-down T. I never knew I could be this flexible and could feel the strain on my hips and shoulders. Smaller tentacles appeared from out of the darkness and gently roamed over my skin as if they were scanning every inch of my body. Through my hair, over my face, my neck, even my back and legs down to my toes. It almost felt, pleasant, until I felt an odd sensation that two hairlike tentacles stroking my earlobes began entering my ears so deep that I thought they would come out the other side.

“Kis bianc, can you hear me now?”

The voice didn’t come from under the dumpster, but more from inside my own head. He was speaking to me now, connected to my mind.

Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 3.1

I’d like to say the hardest part was behind me, but it was buried inside of me and reminded with every bump on the road. But there is so much a girl could take, I’m talking about Natalie, and she wanted her turn for release. As I drifted off from the lack of energy and all the stimulation of the trip, the last thing I remember was being lifted off of Jake’s lap and seeing Natalie take my place.

“Mmmm, fuck yes,” were the last words I heard as I fell asleep.

As I dozed off, I began to dream, and being so oversexed my dreams always ended going in that direction and this one was no different. I was suddenly found myself walking down the street on a bright sunny day. Everyone waved and smiled, it almost felt like I was in a 50’s TV show with how pleasant everyone was being. Even had a man tip his hat to me as if we still did that in this day and age. The first difference I noticed was that my hair felt longer than it usually did and kept getting into my face. So, I quickly stopped in front of a store to look at my reflection in the window to fix it.

In my reflection, my hair was a bit longer, more like Natalie’s than my own usual tomboyish style and like it was perfectly natural I tied in back into a pony tail. That’s when I finally got a good look at the rest of me, which came to a shock as I realized, I wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing with a modest pair of black heels. The strangest part of it all was, that no one was treating me differently, no shock on their expressions what so ever, not a hint of perversion as both men and women looked at me. If I hadn’t known any better by the way everyone was behaving, my state of undress was perfectly natural to them.

I continued to walk around, completely unencumbered by my public nudity. In fact, the longer the dream progressed, the more comfortable I felt, until I got the urge to push the boundaries of what was possible. I walked past a record shop with a cute guy holding the door open, letting a nice old lady walk in. I walked right up to him and he shyly smiled at me, looking at my face and never once straying below my neck, which for a guy seemed odd. Even clothed I would have expected him to check me out in some way, but I guess didn’t question it.

“Hi there,” I said meekly, not very good in the whole talking to guys thing.

“Hi Ms. coming in to buy a record?” he answered, I guess meaning that he worked here.

“Actually, I was hoping you could help me with something.”

“Anything you need that’s within my power, and not illegal,” his smile almost made me melt from how perfect it was.

Acting like it was perfectly normal, I gave him a bright, innocent smile and without missing a beat asked, “can I suck your cock?”

I almost expected his eyes to bulge out of his head, cough as he catches his breathe in shock, silence from not knowing what to say to something so forward and shocking. But instead, like it was perfectly natural, he unzipped his jeans, pulled his cock out right there on the spot and smiled.

“By all means, the customer is always right after all.”

“Why thank you, that’s so kind of you,” as I got down on my knees, now eye level with his hardening member.

If I had really thought about it, this would have seemed just crazy. Here I was, completely naked, in front of a guy I had just met, about to suck his dick on a public side walk and no one seemed bothered at all. Not to mention neither did this guy, not a, hey how about we take this somewhere private, or in an alley or somewhere in the store, just right here, right now without a single care. Also, what was wrong with me that the first thing that came to mind was, let me suck your cock, what could I have possibly been thinking. I was suddenly on autopilot though and I began stroking his cock to get it to its full hardness and then immediately dove in taking it till my nose pressed against his stomach.

“Hi Ms, we’re having a sale currently on classic rock records if you’re interested,” he said a woman passing by.

“We have that Zappa record you were looking for sir, just came back in stock today,” he said to a man that walked into the store oblivious to what I was doing.

No one cared, no one even noticed what I was doing and how I was doing it and although he kept a straight poker face, I could tell by his cock that he was getting close to giving me what I wanted.

Another guy came up from the store, “hey did you want to check the inventory?”

“Yeah sure, in a minute, just helping out a customer here.”

He looked down, noticing me, “oh sorry about that, whenever you are done helping her, come in, it’s getting hot out here.”

“Maybe you’d like to help me out too,” I looked him, hand wrapped around a cock, smiling my innocent smile with a drop of precum glistening on my lips.

“Sure, what can I do for you Ms.?”

“Fuck me,” were the only words I felt I needed to say.

Before I knew it, I was helped up, bent over at the waist and a hard cock was shoved into my pussy. It wasn’t passionate, more clinical, like he was doing exactly what he had said, helping a customer. It was just so surreal, and for a moment it felt like I was watching myself from outside of my body as I was double penetrated by two random, yet cute guys I had just met.

Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 2.5

[Was feeling highly motivated and turned on last night and this morning before work, hope you all enjoy and have been.]

My hands couldn’t help it, the countless experiences I’ve had, how well I’ve learned my body and its desires, I was my best lover and this situation just added so much fuel to my already all engulfing fire. A fire that burned hotter as I never took my eyes off of my audience once, as I knowingly groped my breasts in front of him and played with my nipples, such an intimately private task I was now showing to another complete stranger. Slowly rubbing my pussy since I was filled with cock, my arm motions making it very apparent what I was doing, if the look on my face didn’t do that already.

“Good girl,” he whispered as he started to bounce me on his lap, his cock fucking me deeply, but to my onlooker, it may have just looked like the road was bumpy, if he even noticed it at all.

I bit my lip, it was intense enough as it was, the exposure, the humiliation and my skillful hands pleasuring myself, but his giant dick touching places deep within me, filling me completely was stirring up a rare, intense orgasm.

His strong hand, gripped the hand I was using to rub my clit, stopping it in its tracks, “don’t you dare cum before I give you permission.”

I groaned at this new, added task, wanting nothing more to orgasm right here, for him, for the guy driving next to us, hell, for anyone that may catch a glimpse. I really didn’t care, I just really wanted to cum again.

“Please, please Sir can I cum,” I begged, it must have looked like I was talking to the other driver, who looked like he was masturbating as well to the sight of me.

“Sure, little girl, just tell your new friend to pull over,” my eyes widened at this new request, wondering what he expected me to do and how easily I would give in to doing it.

I did the only thing I could think of doing and mouthed, “pull over,” as I pointed to the side of the road. Now, the saner me would have thought, what if he’s dangerous, what if he kidnaps me, rapes me, ties me up and makes me his little play toy.

But I wasn’t given much time to think as we both pulled to the side of the road, our truck pulling over behind his and Jake’s cock pulling out of my horny pussy as he lifted me off of him. I felt like I was slowly being pulled off of a spear that I was impaled on which was just as painful as it was pleasurable. He sat me on his legs like the little girl he kept calling me and spread my legs just slightly.

“Good girl, first things first,” out of nowhere he shoved the vibrator that he once found in me back inside, deep and hard, “there’s the carrot,” he opened the door and lowered me down onto the ground, “now go get the stick,” he smirked at his remark, “you can cum, when he cums, and don’t come back till he does.”

I was very exposed out here after he shut the door, being in the back, any car driving by could see my complete lack of clothes and I made my way to the front of the semi, knocking on the door when I reached it. When he opened it, I was met with a sight I should have not have been surprised to see. His pants and underwear were down to his knees and his less than impressive cock was fully erect as far as I could tell, short, but fat, just like the rest of him.

The vibrator turned on, a reminder of what I was here to do, “may I come in,” I meekly said, watching as his hand went back to his cock, stroking it as he looked over my naked body.

“By all means sweetheart, come right in,” he said and winked.

The inside was a lot more spacious than I thought it would be as I entered. I didn’t waste any time though and immediately bent over, taking his dick in my mouth. It was just a mouthful but he made up for it with his curious hands. Hands that roamed through my hair, around my neck, and down my back. They slowly explored as I bobbed my head on his cock, not even able to use my hands at the size. To the front his hands went, kneading and groping my bare breasts until he finally tweaked my nipples at the end, then flicking my right nipple to see if her could get a sudden reaction. His exploration didn’t stop there as his hand went down to my ass, his reach causing his dick to move just deeper into my mouth enough that it touched the back of my throat.

“Mmmph,” a muffled moan came through my throat as he shoved a fat finger into my ass.

“I like a tight, little trunk.”

He went from the back door to the front entrance as he teased my lips, roughly pressed on my clit and then slipped a finger inside of me, “what the hell is this, I guess what should I expect from a girl like you.”

He pulled it out and dropped it on the floor, “I’ve got something much better for a whore like you, a bigger, better machine.”

I didn’t know what he meant, for a second, I assumed he had some kind of vibrator and dildo and wondered why he had them. Then he suddenly stood up and I fell back towards the dash and felt something long and hard against my leg. It was the trucks gear shifter and with a grasp of my shoulders he lined me up with it and pushed me back down with the 8-ball head pushing into me. I tried to push back, the thing looking and feeling like the size of an actual pool ball spreading me wide, but he reached down and started rubbing my clit and then planted his lips on mine. The sudden attack and lack of oxygen made me knees weak as he began winning as his truck began fucking me.

“Good girl,” I looked down, but couldn’t tell exactly how much of it was in me when he gripped my chin and shoved his cock back into my mouth.

“Mmmm, now comes the fun part,” his truck came to life as he started the engine and as he pressed down on the gas, vibrations started coming through the shifter, stronger than anything I had ever felt in my life, even stronger than the sybian I once used.

“That’s it you little slut, fuck a real machine,” he slapped the side of my face, “look at me when I’m talking to you.”

I looked up, my cheek slightly stinging, “you love it don’t you,” he pressed on the gas again, my eyes practically rolling back into my head, I wasn’t sure if I was going to make him cum before I did.

“Such great little tits, tight body with a cute bubbly ass, except for that little boy haircut, you’d be my perfect fuck doll.”

His words got lewder as I only assumed the closer, he got to cumming, “yeah, fuck it, fuck my truck you little cunt, take that machine deep inside of you.”

I couldn’t help it, it felt like I was getting gangbanged and the one fucking me from behind was a giant mechanical monster.

REV! REV!

He grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face to his lap, my nose pressing against his fat stomach, when I thought, he was going to cum in my mouth, he pulled back, pushing at my chest till my back was flat against the dash as I lewdly rode the shifter. I didn’t know how much longer I could last like this as his foot made the engine roar practically making the whole truck shake as the RPMs soared into the red.

“Like it slut?”

“Yes, mmmph,” I was able to say between moans and breaths, too caught up in the oncoming orgasm and the horses of power rumbling through me.

He began to ease off on the gas causing me to moan in frustration, “what do you like little slut?”

“I like your truck,” he revved the engine just a little, “I love your truck fucking me,” he revved a bit more, “I want this big machine to fuck me till I cum, I want it to make me it’s little slut and cum over and over again from its big engine.”

“Hold your slutty tits together for me,” he commanded.

I did as he said and felt him get really close, the heat coming off of his cock as he came all over my chest, the amount in complete contrast to the size of his cock. It was a load that felt like it came from 5 guys instead of this pathetic, fat little one.

He bent over, his head next to mine, “now come for me, whore,” I felt a sudden pressure as he had picked up the vibrator that was in me without me noticing and shoved it into my ass with it still vibrating.

My eyes rolled back into my head, then closed shut wanting to enjoy this orgasm without having to look at his tiny dick anymore although the arousal from massaging his cum into my chest was really turning me on as I rode the shifter and let the vibrator stimulate my ass.

“What’s your name little girl?”

“Mmph, Maggie.”

“You like letting strangers use you like a slut?”

“Mmmm, yes sir, all the guys.”

“All the guys?”

“Dozens, I’d let dozens and dozens fuck me if they wanted,” I felt I was on the edge of cumming, my mouth opening and contorting to the pleasure I was feeling.

“Cum for me little girl, cum for Maggie,” he beckoned me with his voice.

“Yes, yes! I’m going to, I’m going to!” as I was about to cum, I felt him scoop a small amount of cum off of my chest and shove his finger into my mouth.

I opened my eyes in shock at the sudden intrusion and taste, like burnt rubber. With a hand on my shoulder, he pressed down hard, the shifter hitting as far in as it would go and I came so hard that I worried that it would pierce my pussy. Thankfully with the size and smoothness of the ball it just kept me in place, feeling stretched far beyond what I thought was possible. Although while I tried to recover and catch my breath, he kept scooping little by little and shoving it into my mouth, but I was too weak from my orgasm that I couldn’t resist and a part of me deep down believed I deserved what he was doing to me.

“Enjoy the taste little slut, probably won’t get stuff like this again.”

When he finally helped me up and out of his truck, he wasted no time driving away and taking my cover with him as I hobbled back over to the truck of the strangers that picked us up from the airport. I couldn’t believe the number of cars that had to pass by at that exact moment, but I just didn’t have the energy to run or cover myself, physical, emotionally or mentally. When I finally got to the truck, the passenger door was wide open and inside was the sight of Jake on his knees of the seat, his pants pulled down, hairy ass on display and the sounds of muffled moaning inside. When I got closer, I could see Natalie’s naked body, her head in the lap of the driver, sucking his cock, Jake behind, fucking her for all he was worth, her body looking like a little girl between the two giant men.

The driver taped Jake on the shoulder and pointed to me, he looked back and laughed at the pitiful state I was in and threw me my dress, “don’t put it on, just clean yourself off, you’re a fucking mess little girl.”

Ruining a perfectly good dress, I wiped off whatever cum I could that hadn’t already dried to my skin. When finally, being allowed back onto the truck, I watched as Jake pulled out of Natalie, and I looked in awe just wondering how something so big could fit in something so tiny and if that’s how I looked when he plunged that meat spike into me. Cum flowed out of her pussy when she was finally unplugged showing that he probably came in her at least once while I was away in the other truck. Like a gentleman Jake took my hand to help me into the truck, but that quickly changed as he gripped me by my waist and like a small child sat me on his lap or more like a masturbation sleeve as he plunged his cock deep into my pussy as he did so.

He laughed, “I see you still have your vibrator up that cute ass of yours,” he must have felt it vibrating inside of me.

The driver pulled on Nat’s hair, ripping her off of his cock, “that’s enough slut, you practically sucked me dry.”

Natalie slowly sat up, dabbing the sides of her lips with her fingers like she just had a full meal, still naked like it was no big deal. Then she sat slightly up moving over to me and gave me a kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth as I could taste his cum still on it and then like it was nothing, sat back down without a word. My mind lost at everything that just happened and then Jake reached between my legs and started slowly, teasingly rubbing my clit and with moans heard next to me, his other hand was doing the same to Natalie, our moans gently echoing through the truck as we drove through the night.

Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 2.4

“What a good, obedient, little,” I cut his words off with my own mouth, planting my lips onto his rough, hairy face, my tongue slipping into his mouth as my pussy rubbed up against the front of his jeans.

His hand found the back of my head as he tried to take control, grabbing my hair and giving it a slight tug as if he was saying, “good little slut.”

It was a struggle for control, a game of checkers with each trying to make a move to see who was on top. I would slip my hand under his shirt to tease his chest, he would reach a hand under my dress and start groping my ass, I would reach down and unzip his pants and pull out his cock, he unbuttoned the front of my dress and start sucking on my sensitive nipples. I thought I had finally taken control as I started rubbing my pussy all over his thick, hard cock until his hands gripped my waist and as I came up getting off on just rubbing myself on him, he pulled me just a bit higher just in time to ram me down on it.

“You’re not in control little girl, I am,” I looked up into his eyes, the shock of the sudden penetration sending shivers through my body that I thought I had cum from that alone.

“Yes, I am,” I slipped the dress off of my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor of the truck, gripping his shoulders and began ridding him.

“Don’t, mmmm, you, mmph, see, I’m fucking you, not the other way around,” my fingers gripped tighter into his broad shoulders.

To my surprise he let go of my hips, laying his hands by his sides, letting me ride him for all that I was worth, “mmmm, not a bashful one I see, I would have been ok with you just proving you had no underwear on, even a fuck with you dressed, but you get off on this shit don’t you little girl?”

“Yes, I do, I love it, it feels so amazing!” My hands went up to start rubbing my tits as his cock slid in and out of my hot, dripping hole.

“Looks like your friend is pretty dirty, are you the good girl in the pair?” the guy asked Natalie, a large grin forming on her mouth, a line drawn in the ground for her to step over.

Her hand lay on his lap, teasing the bulge that had formed since the drive from the airport started, “no,” she slowly unzipped his pants, reaching into the opening and fishing out his cock, “I’m the dirtier one,” she looked up and smiled, “as far as I know anyways.”

I could see out of the corner of my eye, Natalie, leaning over, her head bobbing up and down on the driver’s lap. It was obvious exactly what she was doing, but my attention was quickly pulled back to my own man that I was riding. He lifted my right leg and turned me completely to face the door, his cock still buried completely inside of me I caught myself before falling forward form the sudden change in position. With a hand on my lap, he started to press down on me, I hadn’t realized this, but I hadn’t been taking his cock.

“Oh god, it’s so fucking big,” was all I could manage to say as he pushed down on my lap harder, his cock pushing deeper and deeper into me, filling me like few had done before.

I knew I had finally bottomed out when I felt the rough, warm denim of his jeans on my bare ass, the coldness of his zipper a shock as it touched my bare skin. I felt him reach between us and undo his belt, pulling it out so quickly that the edge felt like it burned my side. The sudden pain should have scared me but instead it turned me on even more as I imagined what he may do next with it. Tie it around my neck like a collar? Maybe he would spank my naughty ass with it, or have me bite down to stop me from screaming for whatever he was about to do next.

“Put your hands behind your back slut.”

I did what he told without question, his dick hitting the whatever you want sir button buried in my brain. I felt the leather wrap around my wrists, tightening as it restrained my arms behind my back. A tug on my hair made me look up towards the ceiling as his face got close to my ear.

“Well, if this is what you like, what a terrible guy I would be not to take you to the max,” with some strange squeaking that caused his cock to stir inside me, I felt the wind on my naked body.

He let go of my hair and as my vision leveled, I was greeted with an open window and cars passing by us. I was now completely exposed and as turned on as I was, some part of my mind still struggled with this public display, but my arms tied behind me back, my legs unable to really move me and being so deeply penetrated me, stopped from me covering myself at all. All I could do was close my eyes, like some childish idea that if I couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see me.

“Ouch!” my eyes shot wide open as my right nipple was pinched hard and pulled on to the pint it hurt.

“Don’t close your eyes, what’s the fun in that,” he let go of my nipple and I got the message, closed eyes equaled punishment.

He pushed on my back so that my arms were laying on the window sill, his cock worming his way in deeper and touching new places as he positioned me. My arms rested on the window sill to keep me in place and now I was perfectly framed by the open window.

“Hey Drew, let’s have a little fun.”

The truck quickly sped up until we were right next to a semi and I could see the guy in the window and prayed that he wouldn’t look over at me. I froze, thinking that any movement would alert him and grab his attention.

Honk! Honk!

The driver laid on the horn, obviously trying to get his attention, all I could see was a dirty scowl on his face, obviously having a bad day from drivers honking at him before, but he didn’t turn to look to see where it was coming from.

Honk! Honk!

I watched as he looked into his side mirror but then looked towards me as if he was about to curse up a storm but got wide eyed, his mouth gaping open at a sight he wasn’t expecting.

“Well, don’t you have any manners little slut, smile and wave at the guy,” he slapped my ass for encouragement.

I did my best, shivering from my humiliation but managed to smile, giving a small wave as I did, not really sure what to do next. It was just so humiliating, it would have been embarrassing enough doing this clothed, but completely naked, at least he could only see me from my chest up.

“Now give him a little show,” he whispered, like he was worried that the guy could somehow hear him.

“I don’t understand, what do you want me to do.”

I felt my hands freed and like a puppet I was grabbed by my elbows, my left hand guided to my bare breasts, my other down to my filled pussy. I blushed at realizing that things just got more embarrassing as I understood that he wanted me to masturbate for him. I looked back to see him practically drooling as he watched me, the road thankfully empty at this time of night as we both drove down the long, straight highway.

Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 2.3

It was all too much, I was still recovering from the airplane, being toyed with, stripped, eaten out and fucked and now I was being fingered by baggage claim by a random stranger. My brain just couldn’t take all of this stimulation, one right after the other without a break in between.

“I, um, I, mmmph,” just then the vibrator had to come alive inside of me as well, a shock for the both of us but what caused me to moan, caused him to smile.

I watched him look back at Natalie, knowingly and saw her wink and smile as things continued. My knees began to tremble, so noticeably that he could tell, I wasn’t going to be able to take it much longer. His arm wrapped around my back and drew me in closer, now leaning on him. He was so tall that I looked like a little girl next to him, his face now by my ear and his hot breath on my neck. I felt his fingers enter me deeper coming to the sides of the vibrator inside of me, grasping onto it, using it as he fingered me slowly.

“So, you do things like this often, little girl?” his emphasis on “little girl” turned me on as he said it, the words reverberating through my brain and down my body.

“Yes,” that was it, the filter in my mind was switched off, I guess it was located deep inside my pussy and he flicked it with his rough, thick fingers.

I could feel it, like a damn about to burst, dirty thoughts about to come flooding through my mouth and into his ear, I feared the next question he would ask, but anxiously awaited it.

“Going without panties, walking around with a toy inside of you as your friend pushed your,” he stopped as I leaned in closer, my lips rubbing up against his right ear.

“No panties, no bra either, just this thin piece of cotton covering my naked body,” I could hear his breath quicken as I spoke, “although I was completely naked on the plane here, secretly naked under the small blanket they give us.”

“So, you’re an exhibitionist, little slut, figured you were an innocent,” I cut him off again.

“Slut is right, I let a complete stranger fuck me in the bathroom, and was eaten by one of the flight attendants too,” I couldn’t help but bite my lip as I told him.

I wasn’t thinking at this moment, I was too focused on the feeling, lost in the pleasure and intensity of the situation. It was like the rest of the world stopped existing, a light shining down on us as the rest darkened into the void. For all I knew, everyone was watching the two of us right now, but I just didn’t care. My body wanted more, needed more. No, my brain wanted more, as much as I enjoyed him finger fucking my pussy, I loved the feeling as he fucked my mind.

“But you look so young, just a little girl.”

“A little girl that has been fucked by so many men that she lost count, that lost her virginity to some faceless man behind a wall through a hole, that goes around secretly naked in public for fun and, oh god, and,” I couldn’t go on, his fingers were pressing my g-spot on and off and with the help of the bullet, it was like nothing I had ever felt before.

The bullet’s vibrating intensity grew even higher and I leaned my head down, my face on his broad, hard shoulder as I bit into it trying to muffle my moans and screams.

I had just enough self-control to turn my head and repeat over and over again in his ear, “fuck me, just fuck me, fuck me now, fuck!”

He suddenly pulled his fingers out of me; bullet as well still embarrassingly vibrating for all to hear and see and I collapsed completely into his body. I didn’t cum, but it felt like all the attention suddenly was released all at the same time.

“If that’s what you want, time to prove it all,” he looked back at Nat, looking more curious than confused, “you girls need a ride, my friend is about to pick me up to take me back downtown.”

“Oh, we could always use a ride,” Nat said, seductively biting her lip as she did.

I heard the vibe switch off and Nat walk closer to retrieve it, the rest was kind of a blur till we got to the curb to get picked up. I was kind of walked out like a drunken mess, barely able to stand on my own. A large truck pulled up and all of the luggage was thrown into the back and an equally rugged man saw us, confused at what was going on.

“You adopt some little girls on your trip or something Jake?”

“You’ll see, I told them I’d give them a ride, it’ll be like that time in LA.”

It was like he knew exactly what that meant and like a gentleman, he reached a hand down to help Natalie up into the seat, a long bench to squeeze all of us in. I was next to go up, but instead of a helping hand from the front, a hand was placed on my bare ass and lifted me up into the truck, followed by Jake behind me as we all squeezed in and he shut the door with a loud, metallic slam. With a large growl, we left the area and made it onto the main highway and it didn’t take long for the first words to be said.

“So little girl, time to prove yourself.”

At this point, any modesty, any concern I had, was back in Florida, so far away that I couldn’t even hear the whisper of it. Like a veteran stripper, I kicked my leg over him, turning around and straddling his lap.

Happiest Season

So, this holiday wasn't exactly what I expected. Let's just say my sister came for the holidays, brought her secret wife and said she was a good friend and her family was out of the country on vacation for the holiday. It's just weird thinking that both me and my sister have secrets that our parents don't know what so ever. That she is gay and has a wife and that I'm secretly very sexual inside. Other than that the christmas has gone as usual, although I had to work christmas eve. I'll be working new years eve as well, not sure why I had to say this, maybe you think it's all as funny an awkward as I do having such secrets from the people that birthed you. You guys hide anything from your parents as well, or just our family?

Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 3

[Hey guys, this seemed to be a good way to vent some stress, an addition to my wet dream series, hopefully you like it and enjoy it. Also get turned on as much as I did writing it and imagining it really happening to me.]

Consider this dream happening in the future on my 21stbirthday, which is January 31, 2022. I’ve always had a fantasy like this in the past and finally decided it to put it on paper…word processor…computer…well you get the idea. Anyways, enjoy this dirty little dream of mine and mark my birthday on your calendar’s, if anything, to wish me a happy dirty birthday.

I like to tell you that coming to this bar on my 21stbirthday was my idea. I mean it’s pretty cliché, 21 years old and got to have your very first legal drink to celebrate your birthday, but this was actually a task given to me. By whom, we’ll just call him, Mr. G (throwback to a porn I used to watch all of the time). The bar was far from home in Lakeland, far enough away in the hopes that no one would know who I was in case something reputation ruining would happen. As long as I live at home, I’m not doing anything to jeopardize my living situation or relationship with my parents. Anyways Mr. G. decided to give me a present, with a task to go with it.

A box showed up one day, it was plain so not to raise suspicions of my parents and with how good I am at home and how well I concealed my true desires, my parents never suspected anything of me. In their eyes, with the money I’ve been making from my new job, it may as well have been more nerdy stuff or boy clothes which my mother hated and that all worked for me. The less they knew about the true me, the better.

Anyways, inside the box was a small, strapless black cocktail dress with a zipper that went from top to bottom holding it all together. Six-inch platform shoes of matching color and a feeling of matching zipper as well that kept the shoes on. A small black purse with a note tied to the zipper saying, that only the chosen may open. To my surprise there was nothing else in the box except a note written in fine calligraphy, as if it were an invitation. The note read an address of a bar that I was supposed to go to and instructions.

“Go to this bar the night of your birthday, wear exactly what’s in the box and nothing else. When you arrive pick a nice-looking man to your liking, tell him it’s your birthday and ask if you may have a seat. The seat will be on his lap, hopefully he is nice enough to buy you a drink for your birthday, if he is, you shall use him for your task. Let him know that you aren’t wearing any underwear, at all and he may have already figured out that you weren’t wearing a bra, but your panties he can only use one tool at his discretion, the tool. If he doesn’t understand, give him a hand and show him there is nothing but air between the two of you. If he penetrates you, you are bound to him till he decides otherwise. Also, hand him your purse and don’t forget my princess, have a happy birthday.”

The note was signed Mr. G. Just reading the note made my mouth gape open and my hands shake, from both fear and excitement. I mean, I’m pretty from what I learned, I have a decent body, thin from running with B-cup breasts that were just enough for a handful and a great ass from what my friend Natalie had told me. Although it was a body, I tended to hide from everyone around me, curse of being a tomboy raised in a very conservative house. The night wouldn’t arrive for three days and I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t try any of it on till the night of or open the purse as instructed. I wanted to be surprised at the fit and go through with it no matter how it covered me. You could say the fantasies I had before the night could possibly be even more intense that what may actually happen.

To make sure I didn’t have any temptations, I stuffed the box into the back of my closet until the day. When the day finally did come, I was woken up by my parents with a loud happy birthday and a call from my sister who terribly sang happy birthday with them on speaker phone. The day would have been like all my birthdays, celebrated at Disney for as long as I could remember, breakfast, lunch and dinner at some of my favorite places and this may shock you but, even this tomboy gets Minnie Ears every year. I hate to say it though, but I was more excited for the night to come and had told my parents some of my friends were taking me out for my first drink.

My mom wasn’t too excited about that and said, “remember sweetie, don’t drink too much, don’t be pressured, if you feel like leaving at any time, you can do whatever you want, and if anything, there is always uber and we are a phone call away.”

I smiled and grimaced at the idea of my parents finding me in some sexual predicament, especially my father, who would probably murder whomever was using me. I was dressed in my normal clothes, underwear and shoes included, I didn’t want my parents to think anything was suspicious and to stop me from this task, however, once I got to my car, my mom stopped me and my anxiety peaked.

“Hey sweetie, take an Uber instead, that way you won’t have to leave your car somewhere in case you aren’t able to drive home,” she said with concern in her voice.

“Sure mom, totally, that’s a great idea,” I answered, now worried about how I was going to change before entering the bar, for all I knew Mr. G. was going to be there and I didn’t want to get in trouble on a task he gave me. The last time I did, I wasn’t allowed to orgasm for a week.

It felt like my torture was prolonged by waiting for my uber driver to come and thankfully it seemed to be a nice girl a little older than me who picked me up. I quickly gave my parents a hug and a kiss and jumped into the back seat, kind of embarrassed to say anything as I knew what I would have to do before I got out of the car.

“Hey, um, do you mind if I change?” I questioned, not sure what to expect as an answer.

“Change?” she looked at me kind of confused.

“My clothes, see it’s my birthday and I’m going out with friends, and my parents,” I was quickly cut off when she put her hand up and my heart sank as I thought she was about to say no.

“Eh, go ahead, I know what that’s like, don’t worry about it, if you’re ok with doing it in the back of my car.”

I started to unzip my hoodie and take it off, figured at this point, with there still being some daylight, my best bet would be just to treat this like taking off a band-aide and get it done as fast as possible without a second though. My shoes were the next to take off, followed by my socks and at that moment I started to wonder what I was going to do about the clothes I left behind.

“Hey, can you do me a favor and return this bag to my house after, I know it’s a lot but…I kind of don’t want to lose these clothes, they are some of my favorites,” in hindsight, I really should have put on some throwaway clothes, but felt my parents may had seen through that and thought something was up.

“Ok, but you’d have to do a little favor for me then too,” I saw the smirk on her face and for the first time I noticed the rainbow flag hanging from her rear-view mirror, I honestly thought I was safe with a female driver, but now, not so much.

“What did you have in mind?” I was slightly worried now in what she had in mind.

“Hand me your clothes as you take them off and I’ll tell you the rest,” I could only see her eyes in the rearview mirror, but there was something wicked in them when she asked me to hand over my clothes.

At this point, I felt I really had no choice and anything that Mr. G would probably have thought of as punishment was going to be much worse and handed over my shoes, socks and hoodie. I followed with my shorts as my shirt pretty much covered me and gave me a tiny bit of peace of mind as I thought there was still a way to turn back if I needed to. But excitement and fear drove me forward as I took it off and handed it to my driver, not just in my sports bra and panties.

Her eyes almost had a look of disappointment as she saw my underwear and I felt like guilty that I had let her down somehow in my choice. It wasn’t like I was going to be wearing them into the bar, so I didn’t think I’d have to put any thought into something no one else was going to see. I was starting to get self-conscious just being in my underwear now, in the back of the car, with other cars around even though the sun was starting to set and went with my panties. I handed them over and was shocked to watch her bring them up to her nose to take a big whiff.

“Mmmm, someone is a little turned on it seems, I wonder what kind of party this is,” I couldn’t see her face still but could almost imagine the smile on it.

I slowly took off my bra last, unclasping it and holding it to my chest, as if I had any dignity left to hide. Sliding the straps down my arms, continuing to cover my bare virgin breasts, I gave in as we came to a stop at a light and handed it over to her. As I did, she turned around, reaching back and grabbing my backpack, pulling it to the floor of the passenger seat where I couldn’t reach it with the rest of my things. I quickly covered up, my arm over my breasts, huddled to cover my exposed pussy and ass, from her and what felt like the rest of the world.

“Time for the rest of my favor,” she said as if she had just won the grand prize and in a sense she just did.

I worried that her deviousness was on par with Mr. G’s or possibly worse for what may come next.

“Do you want to know the rest little girl?”

The back windows began to open and I could feel the wind all over my skin as well as the possible eyes now seeing me, naked in the back seat, “yes! What’s the rest?!?!”

I was kind of panicked now which made her take her time answering, “if you stay like you are, I’ll keep the windows open till you arrive and give you your bag back then, however…”

“However, what? What?” my eyes were closed, unable to bring myself to look outside or around.

“Openly display yourself, and I’ll close the windows, they are tinted, so no one may see at all, if you’re lucky.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll do it, just close them.”

“Position first.”

It took all my will to lower my legs and put my feet on the floor, even more still to rest my arms next to me and ever bump and noise made me want to cover up, but I knew I couldn’t or else the windows would stay open.

“Legs spread princess, fully exposed.”

I had my eyes closed, but it was almost as if I could sense the cars passing us by and knew to stop this exposure for going on any longer, I had to expose myself completely. I sat in the middle of the back seat and spread my legs as far as they could go, being so short my feet could only reach the middle of each chair in front of me, if I was taller, I could have probably touched each door. It felt like I had just won a small victory as I heard the windows begin to close, the sound of a car horn somewhere around us making me feel like I did it just in the nick of time.

I could feel myself dripping, my nipples hardening, my heart up into my throat with the mix of fear and excitement running through my body at the moment. I wouldn’t have been shocked if my body was flushed red as well with how aroused I was becoming.

“How about one more step?”

“What could you possibly have me do now? Give you road head?”

“Not a bad idea, but no, we’re still pretty far away,” she paused.

She paused, silence, her pauses made me worry as if she was thinking of how she could make this worse or to prolong my suffering to make my mind make it worse. I was pretty much at her mercy anyways, so it wasn’t like I had a choice it seems.

“I want you to cum, the sooner you do, the sooner I’ll hand over your bag so you can chance.”

“Wait, you want me to what?!?!”

“You just openly changed in the back of a stranger’s car, is this really much worse?”

She had a point, but to this point I had never been naked in front of a stranger before, much less masturbated for one. I could feel my body tingling at the thought, and it wasn’t like she was going to touch me or anything, and what if she did, wasn’t like she could rape me, she was a girl.

“All I have to do is cum for you and I get my bag and can change before we get there?” I said meekly, feeling rather shy and embarrassed which was par for the course for me.

“Yup, one measly little orgasm between girls and you can get dressed, might even spice up your birthday a little.”

All I could do was just nod, the thought of talking about this more, just made it more embarrassing as I reached between my legs and started rubbing my pussy, focusing on my sensitive, little clit. My eyes closed, trying to block out where I was and who I was being watched by, but that illusion was immediately shattered.

The car horn blared for a moment to get my attention and in my hopes not the attention of anyone around us, “Hey there, don’t close your eyes, that’s no fun and if that’s all you are doing to jill yourself off, your orgasms must be pathetic,” she looked back at me and at that moment I realized how pretty she actually was, short blue hair, nose piercing that was matched by her blue lipstick, a punk rocker lesbian uber driver, “rub your tits, get into it, finger that tiny little twat, come on.”

I did as she told me to, I was far too aroused to think straight enough to do otherwise. Our eyes fixed in her rearview mirror as the floodgates of my mind opened to her. Massaging my breast and tweaking my nipple with my left hand I continued to spread my lips with my right, rubbing my clit and down my slit with my middle finger as I usually did at home.

“So, what’s your name little girl? I hate to be one of those cum and run types, that’s just so impersonal.”

I tried to stifle my moans just long enough to answer, “Maggie.”

“What was that, I couldn’t hear you over all those slutty noises you are making.”

“Maggie,” I blushed, not realizing how much noise I was actually making.

She giggled at the sight of my blushing, “I’m just teasing, I already know your name, Ms. Maggie Hill, said it on the app when I picked you up, I still have your address too to drop your clothes off if you were worried about that.”

“You do this often Maggie? Get naked for strangers and finger yourself for their viewing pleasure?”

“No, you’re actually the first to see, mmmm, me naked…in person and this, mmmph, as well.” It was true, Mr. G had just been a sort of Dom online, we had never met, he had only seen a few pics and to this point any task he had me do although public, hadn’t yet exposed me like this.

“So, you’re a virgin? How old are you?”

“Yes and 21,” my blush god redder and I was starting to get light headed.

“Hmmm, a slutty virgin, never knew those existed.”

“Do you like girls?”

I was getting so embarrassed and turned on that all of the filters left in my brain were slowly shutting down one by one.

“Girls, I don’t know, I, I never thought of it, mmph,” her sudden stop had made me press my finger a little harder into my clit than I was expecting causing the sudden deep moan to escape my lips.

“How about me?”

I wasn’t sure what to say, I was worried that she would actually pull the car over and do something other than what we agreed upon, and I was slightly worried that I would let her, “what about you?” was the only answer I could come up with.

“If I was back there, would you let me fuck you?”

“We’re girls, how would you do that,” I knew how and that thought made me bite my lip and tweak my nipple as the thought saturated my mind.

“If I was back there, would you let me taste that sweet, virgin little pussy of yours, Maggie Hill.”

I wasn’t sure what turned me on more in that instant, her lewd words, the first ever I had that came from another girl or the fear that she used my full name and knew who I was. My pussy was dripping, my nipples hard as rocks, my moans permeating through the car between every breath I was able to catch. I didn’t care what else was going on around me, it was just me and her eyes in that mirror.

“Yes.”

“What was that Ms. Hill, do you want this poor little uber driver do eat your pussy?”

“Yes, I want you.”

“Want me to what, Ms. Hill?”

“I want you to eat my little, virgin pussy!”

“Is it sweet?”

“I don’t, I never.”

“Taste it for me, tell me how you taste, let me know how sweet that innocently slutty pussy is.”

I brought the finger I was using up my face, too lost in arousal and erotic thoughts, I shoved it into my mouth and across my tongue without a second though, savoring the flavor of my virgin pussy, it wasn’t sweet as it was in a word, tangy. It’s the first time I had ever tasted pussy, so I didn’t know for sure but I guess I was.

“How does it taste my innocent, little slut?”

“Sweet, sweet and tangy,” my answer making her laugh.

“Well, I guess how would an innocent little girl like you know without anything to compare it to.”

I was embarrassed by my nativity and lack of experience, although how many girls would I have had to go down on before I really knew. My thoughts went back to school, showering with my teammates on the cross-country team and wondered how many of them would have let me taste them.

“Your mind is wandering, what dirty little thoughts are you conjuring up in that slutty mind of yours?”

“My teammates back in high school?”

“Really, what about them?” her voice had a sense of intrigue.

“I couldn’t, no, I couldn’t say, it’s too embarrassing.”

She began to roll down her window which really confused me, “I guess I could always just throw your stuff out and ruin your night, wouldn’t be the first bad rating I’ve gotten on uber.”

“I was imagining them all making me taste them!”

She began rolling her window back up, “how would they have done that, in the shower, on a trip, in the bus?”

“After a shower, laying me on one of the benches, and them taking turns to sit on my face,” I wasn’t sure how much more embarrassed I could get and if someone could die of it, but we were definitely testing that out tonight.

I was so close to cumming, I could feel it building, the orgasm about to hit me at any second and I was going to be massive.

“I’m guessing you aren’t going out to meet friends tonight?”

“No,” my body writhing, my finger a blur on my clit, my left-hand kneading into my poor breasts.

“What are you here for than, is it really even your birthday?”

“Yes, a task, a task by my…Dom.”

“Really, what kind of task would have you out in a bar, far away from your home, on your birthday, having to change clothes in a stranger’s car?”

“I’m losing my virginity tonight, oh god I’m so close.”

“Popping your cherry tonight, so I guess you won’t need me taking some guy home to fuck,” her voice almost sounding disappointed.

“No, not going anywhere else.”

“So, the bathroom, sounds kind of dirty, but it is the slutty thing to do.”

“Right there at the bar.”

“Wow, right in the open, in front of everyone, that’s crazy.”

“Under my clothes and no one else will know, I think I’m going to,” I was on the edge, about to fall over into orgasmic bliss when the car suddenly came to a stop.

My bag was thrown back at me, knocking me out of my erotic blissful moment ruining my oncoming explosion of an orgasm.

“Looks like we’re here, better get dressed, I’d stay and watch but I’ve got to make money tonight.”

I quickly put on the dress, zipping up the zipper and spinning it around to the back like it was meant to be, putting on the heels and taking the purse, looking like the exact opposite of the tomboy girl I usually was.

“Wait, wait, you won’t get any guy like that, you look like a $2 crack whore, lean forward.”

I wasn’t sure how to take that, but I leaned forward as she pulled a small bag out of her glove box which was filled with make-up. A little lipstick, blush, eyeliner and eye shadow along with a little combing and when I looked into her compact, I could hardly recognize the girl that I was looking at.

When I got out of the car, my legs felt wobbly, my head light and my heart beating a thousand miles an hour.

Honk!

I looked back to see my driver with the passenger window open, “I’ll bring back your clothes and hide them by the door, also thanks for the video, I usually have it for security but I’ll be enjoying this video later,” she pointed to the camera attached to her rearview mirror, not sure how I completely missed that and my heart sank that she probably got all of that on video…

“Fuck, I can’t believe she did that,” I angrily muttered under my breathe both angry and sexually frustrated, “the least she could have done was let me cum.”

A few people passed me as they entered the bar and I hoped they didn’t hear what I had just said. I knew I had to calm down, there was no way I could even think straight let alone do anything while this sensitive if I was going to complete this task. As I entered, I immediately went to the bathroom scooping out the guys at the bar as I walked. There were a few contenders but to be honest, on a Monday, it felt like slim pickings. If I had gone to a tourist bar instead, maybe I would have had more luck, but this seemed like a local dive, so what I saw, was probably what I was going to get.

The bathroom wasn’t bad, but not much better than the bar, I could smell the piss on the floors and almost thanked Mr. G. that he wouldn’t have made me do it in here. I bet the men’s bathrooms were probably worse if the women’s were this bad. The stall doors barely held together and I was lucky there was a handicap one at the end to give me some room to work. Looking in the mirror, a good luck showed what a great job she did and yeah, I doubt even my mother would have recognized me like this, which was probably a good thing.

I quickly wadded up some tissue paper, my pussy was leaking down my leg and I couldn’t go out there with someone noticing and worse, knowing what it was. A dabbed at my soaking pussy, which had gotten that way because I was so close to cumming but didn’t and still sensitive because of it.

A rattle at the door shocked me as I was drying myself, “sorry, didn’t know.”

I quickly flushed the paper, fixed my dress the best I could and headed out of the stall, in the mirror I finally realized how little the dress was actually covering. The tops of my breasts were clearly in view and with how tight the top felt, made them look much bigger than they were, as if they were straining against the material when in fact, they were only B-cups. The hem of the dress a mere couple of inches from exposing me, I had no idea how I was going to pull off what Mr. G. wanted me to. I got closer to the mirror to fix my hair and desperately wanted to splash some water on my face but knew that was going to ruin my makeup. I was shocked to look down to clearly see my nipples poking through the fabric, if they couldn’t tell by just looking at me, when I tell them I wasn’t wearing any underwear, they had to believe me.

“Hey,” a woman tapped my shoulder, making me jump if I wasn’t nervous enough, “you left this in the stall, must be a lucky guy with whatever is in there for him.”

I guess I left my purse in the stall and she read the note, I was so embarrassed she didn’t think otherwise on what it could have meant, but honestly, who in their right mind would have known the truth? I guess until it gets opened and I know what’s in it, I don’t really know what it means either, for all I know, it’s empty or has cash for the drinks.

I walked towards the bathroom door back into the bar feeling like I was jumping out of a plane rather than walking back into a dive. Thankfully my first step didn’t send me tumbling down, with the platforms, the heels didn’t feel as high as they should have, either way, I wasn’t very good with girly things like this. At my own graduation to my mother’s dismay, I wore my chucks like a good little tomboy. At the bar I made my way to contestant number one, not my normal guy, kind of preppy, polo shirt, slacks, but looked high and mighty enough that he wouldn’t think twice if a girl came up to him and showed him interest. But just as I was approaching him, a girl came through the door with a big smile, jumping into his arms and kissing him as if she just got off of a flight at the airport. I guess contestant number one was a no go, unless they were into that type of thing.

Contestant number two looked like a college guy, so old enough, cargo shorts, button up shirt, not looking like he was having the greatest day. But, maybe, I could change that and he’d be interested for any attention whatsoever and I got to say, I was looking pretty hot tonight, so why not, make both of our nights great?

“Hey, that seat taken,” I said trying to act coy, but getting no response, “you know today is my birthday, just came out to have a good time, maybe find someone to have it with,” still getting no reaction.

I came over to the other side to find he was completely passed out and his arm was the only thing holding him up over a half empty drink which probably wasn’t his first and looking down, and I think he may have peed himself. I guess that just left contestant number three, who wasn’t what I was expecting at all. From the looks of it, kind of burly, bearded, flannel sleeves rolled up and dirty jeans with some old work boots. With the beard, I wasn’t even sure how old he was, he could have been old enough to be my father for all I knew, but I wanted to do this.

It took all my courage to walk up to him, “hey there, that seat taken,” I pointed to his but he must have thought the one next to him.

“Go right ahead little girly, it’s all yours.”

“No, I meant that one,” I looked up at him, trying to be seductive.

Obviously failing as he answered, “yeah, no one is there, go ahead and park it if you want.”

I put a hand on his thigh, being frankly obvious now, “I meant,” leaning over, looking upwards at him, “this one.”

He laughed and I felt outwardly embarrassed hoping it wasn’t going to attract too much attention, “sorry girly, that was last month, no more lap sitting for this Santa.

“But it’s my birthday and I’ve been a good girl,” I curled my lips trying to act super pathetic.

“Well why didn’t you say so, since it’s your birthday,” with two giant hands he lifted me off of the floor like I was a small child and sat me on his lap, I wasn’t sure if rubbing his thigh got him turned on, but I was definitely feeling some large in his pants as my bare ass made contact, “hey Paul, how about a drink for the birthday girl, a shot on me!”

Sitting on his lap, it must have seemed like I was wiggling, but to be honest, for a Santa Clause, he wasn’t making it easy to stay on and with each movement, I worried about my dress riding up and exposing me. When the shots finally came there were cheers from all around the bar, from those still awake and sober enough anyways and as they all sang happy birthday and it came to an end, I took a sip of my shot and coughed as I felt it burn down my throat.

“No, no, no little girl, you don’t sip this, you have to knock it back, you’re a woman now, don’t sip, just take it all down in one go,” the implications of what he said, whether he meant it or not made me blush and I only could think of taking a cock right now.

“Hey Paul! We need a do over, got to turn this little girl into a woman!”

“Hey I’ll help out!”

“Me too!”

“Put one on my tab for the pretty little thing!”

“You don’t pay your tabs!” the bartender shouted out back.

“Then put two!”

Before I could finish my first shot, there was a round of shots before me. After a few shots I started to feel less embarrassed and nervous as the liquid confidence began to grow inside of me. I turned on what I had now dubbed, Santa’s lap and looked him right in the eye, “hey there Santa, I got a surprise for you.”

“Really what could that be little girl,” his eyebrow raised.

I leaned in, smelling the alcohol on his beard, “I’m not wearing any underwear,” I giggled as I said it.

“Oh really,” a smirk formed on his face as he went to reach for the hem of my dress to pull it up to look, but I quickly slapped it and stopped him.

“No looking, but you can feel around, with one thing.”

“What, one thing, would that be,” emphasizing the one thing, unsure of what I meant.

I reached down, grasping the hardness I had been getting to know oh too well under my bare ass and sat once again face away from him. I hoped my dress was long enough to cover, but the only person I felt that could have seen was passed out a couple of stools over from us. I lifted myself slightly off of him, unzipping his pants and reaching in to fish out his cock. I tried to get it out, but I think he was slightly unsure of having a random girl he just met at a bar pull him out, right in the middle of the bar, but a little moving around I managed to get it out. It was huge though, so big and so hard that the tip pushed against the front of the bottom of my dress pulling it up completely exposing him and myself.

In a panic, I tried to get it under my dress to conceal both of our naked genitals once again, but as I lifted up to fix my dress, his cock now completely exposed, in his panic he grasped my hips and pulled me back down on his lap, hard to cover himself once again. The angle was probably one in a thousand, the alcohol masking the pain, how wet I was making it easy for him to slip in, but in one thrust he broke my once innocent, virgin pussy and pulled me all the way down to his hairy balls.

“Happy birthday, I guess, little woman,” he whispered in my ear, no longer a little girl now I suppose, “haven’t had a pussy this tight in years.”

“You’re my first,” I said back without thinking, with every move I could feel him inside of me, completely filling me, every inch of his cock, every vein throbbing, the tip hitting me in places I didn’t know existed.

“What was that?”

“That’s my first cock,” I whispered back, still sober enough to not be too loud about that.

“Hey Paul, a round of shots for firsts!”

The whole bar cheered, they were about to toast the loss of my virginity just a few feet away from them and didn’t even know it. The thing though, it turned me on, I felt my pussy grasping his cock, almost as if wanted more and each time I tightened, I could feel his cock pulse like it was saying thank you.

“To first times!” Everyone in the bar cheered.

Santa pushed down on my lap as we took our shots, causing the last half an inch or more to enter me that I didn’t know still existed which made me spit my shot out as the tip felt like it hit my stomach.

“Awe, looks like someone had enough,” Santa said behind me, taking his big, smelly jacket off of the back of his chair and draping it over me like a blanket.

At least it was warm and made me feel covered, unlike this dress and I still felt full from his cock, although an orgasm wasn’t building off of it to my dismay.

“Hey, what’s this,” he said finally noticing my purse.

“It’s for you,” at this point, this tipsy, it came out kind of slurred, but I think he got the message and opened it up without even reading the note attached to it.

He placed the purse on the bar, I could see his reflection in the bar mirror as I looked slightly up. He pulled his glasses out of his shirt pocket and read some piece of paper he found in there, a look of confusion was on his face followed a wicked grin. He immediately reached around the jacket and began rubbing my pussy with his cock still inside. He put the note on the bar and reached around with his other hand, pulling my dress down to expose my tits mauling at them. All the while I was hoping that the jacket was concealing everything, he was doing to me, and that my hips were now gyrating to fill the friction of his cock inside of me.

I put my head down on the bar unable to keep a straight face anymore, between the alcohol and being filled for so long I only wanted to cum, no matter what I had to do. He pulled on my poor sensitive nipples, the first to touch me, the first to fuck me, the first to do anything to me, roughly and without mercy. It felt like he wanted to cum just as badly as I did. He reached into the purse, but I couldn’t see what he took out or put in, he pulled me back, my hands grasping the metal pole in front of the wood bar holding me up as his hands grasped tightly around my wrists, what sounded like his metal watching clinking against the metal pole.

“Can I cum inside of you, princess,” my trigger word, the word that Mr. G. knows turns me on so much the word he knows my dad so loving called me my whole life that had been defiled now.

“Yes, yes please, fill me, fill me and make me cum,” I bit my arm trying not to scream as I felt his cock throb inside of me, every inch of it.

It felt so hot that I thought he was going to burn me alive from the inside out and with sudden jolts of pressure, he began cumming and like a hammer against the damn holding back my orgasm. He broke through causing me to have one so intense that not all of my screams could be muffled by my arm. I could feel him reach under the jacket and rub my back, for a moment it felt like he was comforting me as my orgasm kept going and going. As it felt like it was coming towards its end it felt like a huge stress was relieved off of my body and I laid my head against the cool metal pipe with a large smile on my face.

“Hey Paul, come here a second,” Santa said, handing the bartender a note, who looked just as confused and shocked as Santa once did reading his note.

“You sure about this Ms, this isn’t really that kind of establishment, but since it’s your birthday and all…I got to make the money somehow, as long as you are ok with it.”

The only words I could understand at that point was, was you are ok, and not exactly in that order in which I answered, “perfectly fine with it all.”

I felt Santa begin to soften inside of me, enough that he plopped out and put it back in his pants, I could feel his cum leaking from my pussy with nothing left there to stop it from flowing out. I barely looked up in time to see his stuff something into the purse and as I realized what it was, he stood up, making me stumble forward but still sober enough to land on my feet, took his jacket and left. I quickly began sobering up as I realized the predicament, I was now left in.

As I tried to turn around it felt like something hard and cold wouldn’t let me move away from the bar, that’s when I realized the handcuff around my left hand attached to the metal pole. Then the next revelation hit me, I was completely naked and he had stuffed my dress into the purse. There I stood at this crummy little dive bar, naked, cuffed, cum dripping out of me wearing hooker heels.

“Hey everyone, it seems it’s Maggie’s birthday here and her friend left her $100 to pay her tab, unfortunately it’s not enough so she volunteered her services. How about you all help her out for $20 a fuck to go towards her tab?”

No one moved, a few giggles, but nothing, I was so embarrassed, Mr. G had me prostituting for my bar tab.

“$10 to fuck this newly 21-year-old woman?” A guy got up, slapped my ass as he made his way to the bathroom.

“$5 to get your dick wet?”

“Awe sweetie, maybe you should help her, I think it would be kind of hot to watch you fuck her anyways,” the girl said to the contestant number 1 I choose.

“Well, if it’ll make you happy and if it’s for charity,” I watched as he walked over, put 5 dollars into a dirty glass in front of me.

I heard the sound of him unzipping his pants, a kiss between the couple, the tip drawing closer to my now used pussy.

“Wait, that old man just used her, you don’t know what he had, use the other hole.”

He rested his cock on my bare back and it felt like someone had just put a small metal baseball bat on me. She couldn’t possibly mean for me to take that in my virgin ass. I felt him lean forward and move his cock and with precision spit on it to lube it up. Then she leaned over as well and spit on my ass, I could feel it drip along my crack. Then I felt the tip point at my last virgin hole and being to press in worrying that he would break me in half with something so massive, that my ass would never be the same again.

With a pop, the head went in and with a massive thrust the rest was driven in right after that causing me to see a white light of searing pain. Which was just the sun coming through my windows as I woke up in my bed.

And that was another one of my wet dreams, hope you enjoy and hope you remember to wish me a happy birthday.

Needed to vent

Hey guys, just needed to vent, my last few weeks of life have been a nightmare. First off, would you believe that spark plugs and coils cost $866? That's not even the worse part, they broke another part in my car when they put in the spark plugs and coils and had to get my car towed back and they blamed me. On top of that, I got my booster shot and got really sick, I'm bad enough when I get cold but last night my room felt like a freezer. Then the HOA threatened my parents over something with the house that has been like that since we moved in like 20 years ago and my dad's teeth haven't been a cake walk either. Just everytime I fix something, it feels like something else breaks and i'm doing my best just to keep up. At least work is somewhat manageable. Oh also the police stopped by for a "wellness check" since my dad joked that my mom knocked his teeth out and somewhat took that seriously and called the police on her... anyways, once I'm able to stand again and the pain in my body stops from my booster shot, I'll hopefully start writing again. Just needed to vent, it's been a tough month...