An adult stories – Maggie's Slutty Fantasies Ch. 07 by thesecretslut,thesecretslut My dreams had grown more and more, deranged, since this all started. I had a dream that night that Derek walked me to the video store, like a dog crawling on all fours, with a collar attached to a leash, naked like an animal. People looked and smiled at me, said how cute I was, petted and touched me all over at cross walks. In another dream, I was sitting in class completely naked with everyone around me dressed, like it was completely natural, no one paying it a second thought.
The last dream had me sitting naked on a counter at a fast food restaurant with the words free sample written above my pussy, and a man walks up to me with a smile on his face.
“Don’t mind if I do,” he says, leaning over sticking his tongue out than licking at my clit.
“MMMM,” I moaned in response, a little shocked at how real it felt.
“Tastes good, a little sweet and something else,” he said as he walked away.
“Free samples,” another man says behind him, following the same action.
This time the man got down on his knees, grabbed my thighs hard and dove head first between my legs, squeezing my thighs roughly.
“God, that feels so good,” as another tongue began licking at my pussy, pushing into me and twisting around.”
One after another men and women eating me out, I knew this was a dream, but it felt so real, so good. With each taster I was getting closer and closer to cumming. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation, but when I opened them again and looked down, I saw a dog licking between my legs.
“Fuck!” I woke up, shocked out of my dream, to find a head between my legs.
Derek was between my legs, licking and sucking on my clit and pushing his fingers inside of me, not caring that I had woken up.
“Please, mmmm, Derek, mmmm, I’m going to…” before I could finish my sentence, he stopped and walked out, closing the door behind him, just as I was on the verge of cumming.
I sat there shocked, but knew what I needed and reached down to rub my clit, and finished what Derek had started. He had gotten me so close and I needed to cum so badly.
“Free samples,” I whispered to myself, smirking, thinking back to that dream, “Get your wet hot samples.”
My pussy was soaked, either from the tongue tease it just got or from the dreams, or both. I just woke up and was so horny already, I needed this, and I needed to start the day off right. My left hand started fingering my pussy while my right still worked on my clit, biting my lip from all of the pleasure.
“MMMMMMM,” my orgasm began when the knob to the room started to turn and the door opened.
I looked up with a lustful smile, thinking Derek was coming back to finish the job. The next part all felt like it happened in slow motion, the door opened and there stood my sister looking in. My look of lust turned into a look of shock as I looked for the covers realizing they had fallen to the floor; I had nothing to cover up this time. I pulled my fingers out of my gushing pussy and tried my best to cover myself with my hands, but it was too late.
“Oh my god!” we both screamed at the same time, my sister from the shock slamming the door shut, me from, well you know.
I had never felt like that before, never had anyone “walk in on me.” Not to mention, naked, completely exposed, right as I was having an orgasm, which felt like it was still going on. My pussy lips were still convulsing and another little gush of my juices shot out. The look on my sister’s face was seared into my brain and I couldn’t think of anything else.
“Fuck, what just happened,” I said, trying to catch my breath.
I tried to get out of bed, but my legs were so weak I fell to the floor, my legs having no strength at all. I probably didn’t want to leave my room just yet anyways, and awkwardly run into my sister. I waited a little while until I was finally able to get up and put my pajamas on from the floor, my legs still shaking from the orgasm I just had.
I walked out of the room, thankfully as Kaylee was walking out the door, “see you tonight!” she yelled out.
I looked over to see Derek starring at me and then he started to laugh. “Kaylee looked a bit flustered, did she see you naked?”
I blushed knowing she saw a lot more than that.
“Well go take a shower and get ready, the cab will be here in 15 to pick us up.”
On autopilot, I went straight to the bathroom and jumped into the shower before the water even got hot and started soaping up. Whatever was going to happen, I wanted to look presentable… for some reason. I made sure to shave off what little body hair there was and put on a little makeup. When I got out, Derek handed me some clothes and had me dress right there in the living room.
Derek had given me a loose fitting white blouse, a short navy blue pleated skirt, with the black bra and panties I wore the first time I saw John, along with some red 4-inch heels. I didn’t even get a chance to see myself in the mirror before Derek grabbed my hand and we were literally running downstairs to the cab. It took no time at all getting to the store, which made my walk last night feel so much more annoying and mediocre.
“You two have fun now,” the driver said through the window with a wink.
Derek pulled up the back of my skirt, flashing the driver as we walked away. I jumped at the feeling and tried to pull it back down, but the damage had already been done.
“Why did you do that?!?” mad at him for exposing me like that.
“I promised the driver a good tip,” he responded with a laugh.
We entered the store and there was John and Ron waiting for us, but the front was set up with a bunch of chairs and tables. I started to unbutton my blouse, but John stopped me.
“Not yet Princess, you’ll learn soon enough what’s going on, but since you already did it, keep those couple of buttons undone, but do put this on,” John said handing me a black eye mask.
I put it on and kind of felt like a super hero, or one of the women from the movie Eyes Wide Shut. It felt more empowering than anything wearing the mask, feeling like the most important thing I had left was hidden; my identity. John walked us back to his office and told us to take a seat.
When I went to sit in the chair, John patted his desk; “you get the seat of honor Princess, while we talk about what’s going to happen today.”
My skirt rode up to my waist when I got up onto the desk, and gave John a great view of my panties, which to my dismay were already getting wet. Like it was perfectly natural, he reached forward running his fingers up and down my thighs and around my panties. I guess it was, since it wasn’t the first time… or the second… or even the third.
“You’re probably wondering what you’ll be doing here today, don’t worry it won’t be like yesterday, although I bet you probably would want that. We have a list of tasks for you to perform for our guests today and the ones you fail will get you punished. Pass all the tasks and things may not be so bad for you, in fact you may have a lot of fun trying to do them.”
I blushed at the thought of doing things in front of an audience, but at least I had the mask on.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned as he began to toy with my pussy through my panties, his finger tracing my lips and teasing my clit.
John pulled my panties to one side, “we have a few rules though for today.”
“Rule 1, whatever clothes you take off or are removed, stay off,” he said plunging in a finger as he said the words “stay” and “off” to emphasize their meaning.
“Rule 2,” a second finger was inserted into me to make his point on the 2, “you will do the task without hesitation or question, or you will be spanked,” he thrust his fingers in deep at the words “be” and “spanked”, making me moan as he did and blush.
I haven’t been spanked since I was a little girl and even then it was on a very rare occasion that my father ever spanked me.
“Mmmm, yes sir,” was all I managed to say.
“Rule 3,” a finger was thrust into my ass and John’s fingering got faster as he continued, “if you say no to any of the tasks, the video I sent to your phone, goes on sale on our website.”
I could feel myself getting closer to another orgasm; I loved the position I was in. Sitting on a table, being watched like a sex toy, used for their enjoyment, the fear actually turning me on more.
“Rule 4,” The fingering assault intensifying, this time with a second finger added to my ass, “if you’re about to cum, warn us and make sure everyone knows when you are cumming, no matter where you are, or else.”
He pulled his fingers out of me and leaned back into his chair, leaving me feeling empty and unfulfilled, licking his fingers clean.
“Yum, keep fingering that needy pussy of yours, slut,” he told me and without hesitation, my fingers dove right back into my yearning cunt.
I didn’t care they were watching me, my animalistic urges took over.
“Rule 5, you will refer to all men around you as Sir and all women as Ma’am,” he said while watching me masturbate, with no shyness or shame at all.
“I’m getting, ah, close, mmm, to cumming sir,” I said while deeply blushing.
Although I had been naked in front of them, been fucked, came on, masturbated, the act of talking dirty still embarrassed me greatly.
“Good girl,” he responded, “you can orgasm, when you tell me what happened after you left till now.”
I was so close, I just let it all spill out without thinking, the run back naked, almost getting caught behind the restaurant, the guy’s dick I sucked and told him to go fuck his wife, the streak through the intersection and being seen.
“That’s fucking hilarious princess,” John said laughing hysterically.
I told him about dinner with the family and finding out about Derek, what he did to me in front of my sister, he helped me figure out that he took my virginity and this morning woken up by his tongue and even getting caught as I came when my sister walked in.
“Kaylee saw you cum?” Derek said behind me, surprising me, I honestly forgot about him for a minute, “that’s why she left so flustered.”
“She saw me just as I orgasmed, fingering my pussy and squirting as I did! For god sakes, please! Please, can I cum now! I did exactly what you told me to do!” I was begging, frantic, on the edge of orgasm, trying desperately not to break the rules.
“You may princess,” John said as he got up, I saw his cock was hard and out, he moved my hands away from my hot, wet, desperate pussy and plunged his cock into me, “and I’m going to make you cum.”
He lifted my legs up using them like handles and shoved his cock in me hard, filling me all the way, or at least it felt like that. I was going to orgasm again, second time today in less than an hour. I felt Derek kneeling behind me, breathing on my ear, hands holding my arms. I looked up at John, whose eyes were locked onto mine while he furiously fucked me, the once solid table actually moving back and forth as he did.
“I’m cumming!” I screamed out as the orgasm hit me and at the same time Derek whispered into my ear, “I kissed your sister, right after I licked your pussy, she knows how you taste now.”
For the second time that day, it felt like my sister had been involved in my orgasm and I felt a new level of exposure, humiliation and vulnerability. My orgasm hit me like a nuclear explosion and felt like it wasn’t stopping, but continuing to grow stronger, either because of the continued hard fucking or the added humiliation. Derek’s hands started fondling my tits through my blouse and kissing, licking and nibbling my ear, where no man had ever gone before, while John kept up what felt like angry fucking on my slutty cunt.
“I’m still cumming!” I yelled out, which caused them both to laugh.
This feeling was incredible, like the first drop on a rollercoaster and the intensity of the ride after. My mind was going crazy with lust and my body felt a rush that wasn’t ending. My arms began to shake unable to hold myself up, so I laid back onto the desk, legs still up in the air, head over the back of the desk, skirt flipped up and tits bouncing as I was fucked. I guess Derek took that as a cue with my head right in front of his crotch as he pulled out his cock and shoved it into my moaning mouth. I was now being fucked at both ends and neither was being gentle on me, and I loved it.
“MMPH! MMPH! MMPH!” groans of animalistic pleasure coming from my mouth, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
I didn’t think the feeling could get any more intense, a cock ramming it’s way into my mouth, down my throat, another fucking me mercilessly, one belonging to my brother-in-law and the other a disgusting old man, old enough to be my father. The image alone made me feel like a dirty slut, and that feeling just got me even hornier.
I pictured my sister at the door watching me, the shocked look on her face, her hand coming up to her mouth, as if to almost shield herself from what she just saw and as her timing seemed to always be perfect, it happened.
“First load of the day, Princess,” John said ramming his cock as deep as he could go, shooting his load, filling every inch of my pussy with his hot thick spunk.
As he pushed me forward, I felt Derek’s pubic hair on my lips not realizing how deep he had gotten down my throat and I felt his cock start pulsing, he was cumming. I was being filled in my mouth and pussy at the same time. I pictured them both spit roasting me, filling me, my eyes rolling back into my head, my body shaking as cum shot into me at both ends, all the while still picturing the look on my sister’s face.
They both pulled out, leaving me used on the desk, orgasm finally subsiding, but my mind still in shock over the massive orgasm I just had. John fixed my panties, probably to keep his load in my pussy for as long as possible and Derek gave me a pat on the head, like he was telling me good girl.
“You just stay there while we get your audience ready,” were the last words I heard before I passed out, I was so out of it, I didn’t even know who had said it.
It didn’t feel that long before someone came back into the office. I heard a mug put onto the desk, some groaning and the sound of a metal spoon stirring a cup.
“Rise and shine little girl, the show is about to start!” it was Ron.
I groggily got up, he handed me a cup of coffee, “drink up, this should make you right as rain.”
I took a sip, but it tasted funny and burned my throat a little, but that didn’t stop me from drinking the rest. The cobwebs were starting to clear and I was feeling a little bit more relaxed.
“You like it? It’s my own special blend, black coffee, a touch of whiskey and oh some special cream,” he said with a sarcastic undertone.
To be honest I didn’t really hear what he said, all I heard was black coffee, blah blah blah touch of blah blah cream. All I knew was that it was coffee, it was warm and it was getting the taste of my brother-in-law’s cock off of my tongue, something that I was sadly getting used to.
“Time for the show to start!” why was Ron being so loud, was it honestly just to make my head hurt?
He helped me up off of the desk and down the hall, back to the front of the store, all the while his hand having a firm hold on my ass under my skirt. When I finally got to the front of the store, I was greeted by a bunch of men, all wearing full face masks and the moment they saw me, they cheered as if I was a rock star coming out to perform.
“And here she is, the guest of honor!” John yelled out for everyone to hear, one of the only people not wearing a mask.
“Now you all know the rules! We have a list of tasks in this bowl, our Princess has to perform them, and for every one she fails, a penalty. So let’s start this off easy with our first task.”
John already had a piece of paper ready and read it out loud, “Get 30 signatures 3 inches apart under her clothes, on her body. Now nobody swarm and freak out our little princess, just stay where you are and she’ll come up to you.”
I was handed a marker and tried to figure out how I was going to do this. I remembered the rules, and that I couldn’t remove any clothing or it was to stay off and that included undoing buttons, the blouse was thankfully a little loose, the skirt was pleated and flexible and nothing was said about once it was hiked up, it couldn’t be pulled back down. Wait what was I thinking, I was going to be purposely exposing myself to strangers.
I started blushing, but pushed myself to go towards the first group of men, Ron’s special coffee drink giving me the courage I didn’t know I had.
“Hi my name is Ma…. Princess, would you like to tell me your name by writing it somewhere on me,” I was going for sexy, but sounded like an innocent schoolgirl instead.
I lifted up my shirt, just exposing my stomach to the first smiling man; he bent over resting his hand on my hip and wrote Matthew on my stomach.
“Hehe, the marker tickles on my skin,” still sounding innocent, rather than seductive.
It was weird, a lot of them seemed shyer than I was, most of them just signed on my back, around my stomach, a few were brave enough to sign on my thighs. I guess that’s the point of glory holes, you never have to meet or talk to the person on the other side of the wall, just stick your dick through.
“Please guys, don’t be shy, I’m here for your entertainment, write wherever you like.”
With them being so shy, I was feeling a little bit more in power and the feeling was very different to what I had grown used to or even knew I desired. The next man walked up to me to join the fun. He gave off a very different feeling than the others. He was tall, maybe 6 feet, wearing black dress pants and a black shirt and his mask seemed fancier than everyone else’s.
“Bend over slut,” he said sternly, direct to the point.
I bent over holding the table in front of me; he pressed down on my back with his left hand and I felt him hike up my skirt, tucking it in the back and pull my panties down with the other. I heard the marker uncap and what felt like big bold letters, wrote his name across my ass. I guess they never said there was a size limit, so he made sure everyone knew my ass was his. I finally felt dominated for the first time at the party.
“Nice to meet you, princess, you probably can’t read it, so allow me,” he whispered into my ear, his hot breathe piercing me, “my name is Benjamin, you’ll remember it after today.”
I tried to get back up, but his hand was still pressed on my back not allowing me to move. I felt my panties fall to the floor and then removed. I heard the cap put back onto the marker and with one swift motion.
“Oh god,” I said with a squeal, as he shoved the marker into my pussy, put my skirt back into place and walked away with my panties.
I guess that was the end of the shyness and any power I had, because the next men were not shy at all. I walked over to the next table, marker still inside me and was asked to sit on it. The tables were a little tall and I tried my best to get on, until a nice older gentleman helped me sit on the table. He lifted me up by my butt to get on top of it, groping my butt as he did, fingers teasing my pussy and ass. I couldn’t see his face, but it almost felt like he was smiling. He slowly lifted my skirt, exposing the room’s new marker holder; he took his time, almost memorizing every inch of my lower half. He brought his hands to my thighs and began spreading my legs slowly apart, the marker slowly pushing out as my legs were spread.
He reached under the table, grabbing my ankles and brought my feet up onto the table. I put my hands behind me balance myself, trying not to fall off of the table.
“Mmph,” I felt a weird pressure inside me, the marker propped itself awkwardly between the table and a new undiscovered spot in my vagina.
“Sorry young lady, at my age, I like to take my time, savor moments like these,” the man said rather charmingly, reaching for the marker.
Instead of taking it out, he pressed it in slightly making me gasp in surprise, putting pressure against the upper wall of my vagina making me feel something I’d never felt before. He then licked a finger on his other hand and started slowly rubbing my clit. It felt like something was building up inside me… or I had to pee, it was weird.
“At my age I’ve learned a few tricks young lady, how does that feel?” he said like a doctor giving me an exam.
“It feels, mmm, kind of strange sir, I’ve never felt anything like, ohhh, this before.”
“Does it feel like you have to pee?” he said with a hint of excitement in his voice.
Embarrassed to admit it did feel like I had to pee, “yes, oh god, it does sir,” as he pushed the marker in a bit deeper rubbing a spot inside of me and rubbing my clit a bit faster.
“If I’m lucky, that would be your g-spot, and that feeling is your orgasm building up, it’ll make the or…”
I interrupted him remembering the rules and instantly said, “I’m getting close to cumming!” loudly and without a second thought. Only feeling embarrassed after I had said it because of the laughs coming from the men around me who had heard.
“Oh not yet young lady, let’s save that for later,” the man said pulling the marker out of me and signing his name next to my pussy.
I honestly had no idea how I was feeling at that moment, shocked, embarrassed, aroused and on the verge of orgasm all at the same time. I felt both sensitive and numb if that makes any sense. It took me a moment to realize that I was still sitting on the table with my legs spread, pussy still exposed to everyone, like a prize to be won.
The marker was set down in front of me and I stared at it trying to collect my thoughts. Then to my shock, a hand with black painted nails picked up the marker; it was a woman’s hand. Her mask had feathers on it and lipstick on the mouth. She was wearing a black strapless dress, had an amazing body, breasts larger than mine with a slim waist and wide hips, her dress really accented her curves perfectly and her neck was long and slender, she had to be at least 5’9″, but I couldn’t tell if it was all her or she was wearing heels. She also had shoulder length brown hair and that’s all I can say about that because of the mask. It felt like she was well covered, while I felt completely exposed.
“Aww someone took the spot I was hoping for,” she said looking down at my exposed pussy, running a finger where Benjamin had signed his name.
Her finger went back down to the base of my pussy and slowly teased its way back up my wet slit to my clit dipping inside me on the way back.
“Mmmmm, I’m so sorry Ma’am, oh god, first come first serve,” was all that could come to mind as she teased me.
“That’s ok, I think I see a spot, just lay back and let’s see if we can make this work, guys a little help here,” she said to the men close by.
Hands appeared all around me and laid me on my back, another set of hands put my legs over my head and I felt the marker touch a sensitive spot I completely didn’t know about. It was the skin between my vagina and my asshole and she signed her name as all the men watched her. I looked down just in time to see her move her mask slightly up revealing a red lipstick covered mouth and her tongue making its way to my pussy.
“Oh god! Is she doing what I think she’s doing,” I said as she found my clit with her tongue.
“Mmmm, tasty little thing and so sensitive, I like that,” she said with her head between my legs.
“Free samples,” I whispered quietly to myself, smirking.
She stood up straight and walked over to my head, “have you ever had a girl do that to you before?” she said looking down at me, mouth still visible, such a beautiful smile.
“I’ve never even kissed a girl…”I said rather meekly.
“We’ll have to change that,” planting her lips on mine, soft and warm and her tongue slowly entering my mouth. I could taste myself on her lips and I met her tongue with my own, not really sure what I was doing, but trying my best.
She drew back and fixed her mask, covering the lips that I wanted more of. Her finger came up to my mouth rubbing across my lips, and I instinctively licked and began sucking on it, tasting something almost familiar, but not sure what.
She whispered in my ear, “now you’ve tasted another girl as well, my name is Holly by the way, hopefully we get to do more later” and she walked away.
“Ok, did anyone not get to sign yet?” John said taking charge of the event once again.
No one raised his or her hand and I felt a bit relieved that I was able to finish the first task without an incident.
“I guess that just leaves 2 signatures left, since there are only 28 people here,” John announced.
I walked quickly up to John and whispered, “how am I going to get the last two signatures then, is anyone else coming?”
“Oh that’s the fun part, you’ll have to go outside and get two more,” he laughed as he said it like an evil villain, “and it seems the only place left untouched, are those pretty tits of yours.”
I realized he was right, that no one had gone under my bra yet and that would mean exposing myself in public to two random strangers.
“It’s outside, won’t I get in trouble?” I said obviously nervous of getting caught or arrested.
“Don’t worry about it princess, as long as you are discrete, it won’t be that hard, but to make it easier, lose the bra.”
I gasped feeling the clasp in the back undone by John and the bra going slack in the front.
“Ouch!” John slapped my ass and I immediately reached through the armholes of my blouse taking off the bra, not wanting to get spanked again.
John walked me out the door, shoving me through it and was blinded by the sun. I didn’t even think how I must have looked wearing a mask a public. The one thing that brought me comfort, now made me feel very uncomfortable wearing outside.
“Don’t take forever princess, get those two signatures and get that sexy ass back in here fast,” John said rather sternly handing me the marker and slamming the door shut behind him.
I suddenly felt completely shy and exposed, like I was standing outside naked again, vulnerable to the world. I looked around to see whom I could get to sign me. An elderly man walking his dog passed me and I feared giving him a heart attack if I showed him my tits. A couple of women in business clothes walked by me and gave me an odd look, obviously that was a no go. A couple of teenagers across the street, nope, didn’t want to be labeled as a pedophile if they were underage. A group of college guys about to walk pass, no, I only needed two signatures and be out numbered like that, might get me raped.
“Excuse me Ms., are you lost? Looking for a costume party or something?” it was a man with a much younger woman on his arm, who somehow had snuck up behind me.
“Oh no, I just have this task to finish and need some help.” I answered them, my voice almost breaking as I did because I was so nervous.
“A task, like a choir or something mommy and daddy made you do,” the girl said seeming a little drunk.
“Maybe we could help you, what do you need to do?” the man said.
I decided just to come right out with the truth, “I need to get 30 signatures on my body, 3 inches a part and I had 28 so far and the only place left is, on my chest. I just need two more and could really use your help. Please, I’ll do anything,” I was far too horny to think of any good lie.
“Ha ha, wow, are you some kind of slut or something to let a bunch of guys do that to you?” the girl said without hesitation and louder like I would have liked. I started to feel a bit embarrassed being called a slut so loud in public with people around.
“Quiet, quiet,” the man said, “she seems like a nice girl, let’s help her out.”
I smiled, “thank you so much, can we do it a bit more privately though?”
“No, we can do it right here, but it’s going to cost you though, lift up your skirt, and show us your cunt,” the man looked at me with lust in his eyes.
Trying to get it over with quickly, I looked around to see if the coast was clear and lifted my skirt.
“Higher!” the man said loudly, making me pray he wasn’t drawing attention to us.
I pulled the skirt up higher, now completely exposed from the waist down, making me blush furiously.
“What a cute little pussy you have,” the man said getting a closer look, I saw some people walking across the street and tried to cover myself but he held my hand tight so I couldn’t, “and so wet,” as he stuck two fingers inside of me.
“That’s gross Danny, you don’t know what’s been inside there,” the girl said looking disgusted as he finger fucked me right there on the sidewalk.
“Mmmm, can I please, oooo, get your signature now, ahhh, please,” I said pleadingly hoping no one would see and that it was also starting to feel good and didn’t want to get caught cumming out on the street like a hooker.
“Fine, a deal is a deal,” he answered ripping his fingers out of me.
I handed him the marker and instead of going down my shirt, he let go of my hand and pulled it up exposing my chest completely signing his name on my right breast, Daniel.
“Your turn, Vicky,” the guy said handing the marker to the girl.
“Clean those fingers and I’ll sign it,” she said with a smirk on her face.
I opened my mouth waiting for him to put his fingers inside of me, but she took his hand first, brought it to her mouth and spit on it.
“Needs some disinfectant to make it work don’t we,” she said as she shoved his fingers into my mouth, so deep, I almost gagged when they hit the back of my throat.
My shirt still up around my breasts she signed her name on the left one, Vicky and wrote under her name cunt. Daniel removed his fingers from my mouth and let my shirt fall back down and Vicky looked me in the eye and grabbed the back of my hair. She was a few inches taller than me, so she was looking down on me as she did. I looked away scared, not sure what she was about to do.
“Look at me,” Vicky commanded me.
I looked at her, trying to keep my eyes relaxed, not looking angry or scared, but I could feel my eyes start to get watery with tears.
“Open your mouth bitch,” were the next words that came out of her mouth. Out of fear of her ripping my hair out or hurting me, I did as I was told and opened my mouth.
“I bet you’re enjoying this aren’t you, you fucking slut,” she said rather angrily, “just so you know, his fingers were in me before they were in you and that was after he shot a huge fucking load in my twat.”
I didn’t know if I was turned on or disgusted at the thought his fingers not only had my juices on them and probably John’s cum, but his cum and her juices as well. She spit in my mouth and dropped the marker on the ground and walked away laughing.
“Have a nice afternoon!” Danny said walking away with that bitch of a woman I now loathed, the taste of her spit in my mouth.
I looked up to see those college guys who walked passed earlier pointing at me from across the street and realized I was still holding my skirt up. I quickly let it drop back down, smoothed it out, picked up the marker off the ground and quickly walked back to the store.
I walked back feeling somewhat defeated, I had finished the task, but it didn’t feel as good as I wanted it to. I felt degraded, not in a lustful sexual way, but a hateful way. As I walked back to the door, I saw the woman in the black dress, Holly. To my shock her mask was off and the look on her face was actually that of concern. I wondered how much she had seen. She walked up to me hugged me, almost, lovingly. It felt warm and safe with her arms wrapped around me and I rested my head on her chest.
“Sorry about that, not everyone is as fun about these things, especially when they are drunk assholes, like that woman,” she said trying to console me, “what a cunt.”
“It’s ok, I guess, I didn’t expect everything to be amazing, you are really pretty though, thanks for the hug,” taking a moment more to enjoy the feeling.
When she finally stopped holding me, she looked at me deep into my eyes and kissed me, putting a hand on my cheek and bringing her other hand to my waist pulling me closer to her. This woman really knew what she was doing, her kiss melting me inside and out. I felt that spark of arousal start to burn again inside me.
“Feeling better now?” she asked after pulling away.
“Yes, ma’am,” was all I could muster to say, feeling like my pussy was on fire and dripping down my thigh.
Her kiss was almost magical, intoxicating, I would have done anything she asked that moment, I would have stripped naked and gone down on her right there and the thought both turned me on and scared me at the same time.
“Ok, time to go back in before the boys spank you and possibly me, the next task is about to start,” she said opening the door and slipping in, putting her mask back on in the process.
Oh god, what was coming next?