Maggie's Blackmail Begins Ch. 4 (Patreon)

It had been a few weeks since I had that dream, and to be honest, it scared me. I mean it also turns me on being used like that, but at the same time, I don't want a reputation in my small town, my parents finding out and disowning me. Growing up in this town people all know me as just an innocent little Christian angel and that's how my parents raised me since they are super religious and conservative. I think they'd die of heart attacks if they ever found out what I did when I visited my sister, only after they threw me out. I could never forgive myself if that happened.

Derek called and texted me a lot during the first week and I reluctantly told him about my dream and my fears. I think he understood but at the same time let it be known I was probably coming back.

"You can take a break, but a slut like you knows exactly what she needs and will probably be back for more, soon" was his last text message to me.

He was right though, after all this time I could feel my urges start to rise to the surface, but the fear was still there. It was different in Georgia, no one there other than my sister and Derek knew me, so at the very least any exposure wouldn't be lasting. Being back at home, I grew up here, people have known me since I was born, I went to the same school with the same people from the first day that I cried walking into kindergarten to the day I graduated high school. My body didn't care though, it had desires to be fulfilled.

I tried to be productive this week to keep my mind busy, looking for jobs to save up for college, cleaning up my disaster of a room, and helping my mom with some backyard work. Today was going to be a lazy day though and it was going to start with a nice hot shower. My bathroom was kind of small with a window that was feet away from the sidewalk and nothing in between, no bushes or fence. It was a weird design if you ask me like the designer had no intention of giving me any privacy.

I took my shorts and t-shirt off, no need to remove any underwear since I rarely wore it nowadays, especially at home. The thought passed my mind to open the blinds and let anyone walking by see. If someone caught me, I would just say it was some kind of accident or that I forgot to close them because I was in a rush to shower. The second I put my hand on the cord to the blinds, my heart started racing and the fear stopped me. I felt exposed and vulnerable, jumping into the shower like a scared little rabbit hiding in a bush. A few minutes in the warm water washed my worries away and the shower curtains made me feel safely hidden. 

The hot water and soap suds were so relaxing, something about hot showers really got my mind and body at ease, but the second my hands made their way to my sensitive nipples, the tone changed and went from relaxation to arousal. My body's desires began to take over once again and like my hands had minds of their own, they attacked my body with a heated passion. My left-hand groping at my breasts and teasing my nipples while my right hand went right for my pussy. Fingers stroking the lips between my thighs, working a finger between them, up my slit, teasing its way to my clit.

The feeling was intense as I leaned my back against the wall, the cold tile on my back contrasting the warm water showering the front of my body, my fingers rubbing my sensitive clit, and teasing my hard nipples. There was a big problem though, it wasn't enough! I could feel the pleasure, but I couldn't feel my orgasm building and it was starting to get frustrating. I focused completely on my pussy now, fingering myself with my right hand while rubbing my clit with the left trying desperately to get the release my body needed, but it wasn't working either and now the water was starting to get cold.

"Dammit!" I shut off the shower and got out to dry myself, frustrated.

I was in a state of torture, like I needed to yawn but couldn't, my brain felt restricted and it felt like I couldn't exhale, metaphorically speaking of course. I threw my towel back into the bathroom and sat at my desk, legs spread over the armrests trying again to get myself off. My left-hand thrusting two fingers inside of me while my right hand worked skillfully on my clit. It felt really good but there was just no build-up, I felt like I was charging a dead battery. You could hear how wet I was as my fingers thrust in and out of me, all signs pointed to an orgasm, but I just couldn't feel it coming. 

My seat was starting to get wet and my hands were starting to get tired as I reluctantly stopped again. I felt like I was getting close to something every few minutes then it would slip away. I thought of contacting Derek, but the fear of what he may make me do stopped me from texting him. I didn't know what to do and started to feel overwhelmed at the frustration and the images from my dream started popping into my head adding fear to it all. That's when I decided I wanted to try something and went into my luggage bag and dug out that dress my sister bought me. I did my best to get the wrinkles out and put it on not bothering with any underwear since I was just going to wear it in my room.

The material was soft, comfy, form-fitting, but a little thin for my taste, and I actually looked, girlish. Such an innocent dress and yet it felt so dirty on my skin, naughty because of the thoughts I had of it. Covered in pretty yellow flowers, a tie to hold it up at the back of my neck because it was sleeveless, and big buttons on the back, if you looked at me, on the outside I looked like something out of an Old Navy ad but on the inside, I felt like I was a model for Wicked Temptations.

I opened up the blinds hiked up the dress around my waist and sat back at my chair with my legs back over the armrests, my pussy opened wide for anyone who would walk by to see, if they had looked in. I started out slow, rubbing my clit with my right hand but something felt different. I could feel my orgasm finally start to build up and continued to help it grow by adding two fingers of my left hand to penetrate my pussy, reaching in deep to find my g-spot.

"Yes, mmmm, finally, I can feel it coming," words finding their way out of my mouth without thinking.

I was getting so close, an itch finally scratched, I was in heaven, only a couple more minutes and sweet release.

"Maggie! Can you come here please!" my mom yelled out to me from the living room.

"One-minute mom! I'll, mmmm, be right there!" I yelled back to respond.

"What I couldn't hear you! Let me come to your room, you have someone here to see you!"

Oh god! I was on the verge of a major orgasm, that I've been wanting all day and my mom was coming to my room. I stood up quickly and fixed my dress and was about to wash my hands when my mom came through the door.

"Hey sweetie, oh my god, is my precious little girl wearing the dress her sister bought for her?" my mom looked like she was about to cry…or die from shock, "my little girl, you look so beautiful, what made you suddenly try it on?"

"I…just felt like giving something new a try, since I'm growing up and becoming a woman and all of that."

"Anyways, your Uncle Jim is here and he needs some help running some errands, I know you've been busy this week, but he's getting up there in age and could really use a hand."

Right behind her at the door was Mr. Robin or as he liked to be called Uncle Jim and even with the dress on, I felt really naked, not to mention embarrassed that my hands were still covered with my own juices…and my thighs.

"Wow magpie, you look amazing, in all the years I've known you, you've never looked prettier, like a little princess," he said as he walked up to me giving me a hug.

I didn't know what to do, my body was still sensitive from all the attention I was giving it, my orgasm denial, and my hands still being wet as well. I gave him a hug the best I could without my wet hands touching him, but he just hugged me tighter nearly lifting me up. The newly aggressive hug caused his chest to rub up against mine and caused my hands to grab his back smearing my juices on him. Once he let me down, I was blushing and out of breath, from the tight squeeze and the hopefully unnoticed stimulation.

"Hey Jim, you have something on your back," my mom pointed out.

"Oh, I was in the middle of washing my hands when you guys came in, sorry about that," I said blushing, hoping they would buy it and went to the bathroom to wash my hands and discretely wipe down my inner thighs.

"Could you grab me a towel or something Maggie?" my mom asked.

Once I finished washing my hands, I threw her a towel from the bathroom and watched her wipe my juices off of Mr. Robin's back. Blushing and feeling embarrassed knowing exactly what she was wiping off of him and it wasn't liquid soap.

"I don't know what kind of soap you are using magpie, but it smells great," Mr. Robin said with a slight laugh.

Oh my god, he was smelling my pussy, I could have died right there. I started to feel a little light-headed and I wasn't sure if it was from the embarrassment, the sexual frustration, or the female version of blue balls I was having from not being able to cum.

"Ok, better start, lots of stuff to do," Mr. Robin said holding out his hand.

"Let me just change first and I'll meet you outside," I said smiling trying to act as innocently as possible.

"Nonsense you look great, let's get going," he rebutted grabbing my hand leading me to the front of the house my mother behind me almost pressuring me out.

Deep down I bet she was just happy that her tomboy daughter was finally dressing feminine and she wasn't going to let me go back to my punk clothes as she called them. If she only knew what I wasn't wearing, she would have definitely let me change. I was lucky to get some sandals on before being shoved out of the front door. When we finally got outside and to his house next door, I was kind of shocked. Out in front of his garage was a brand-new BMW.

"Oh, you like the new car, my old one broke down and I decided to spoil myself for once, maybe I'm having my second midlife crisis," he said with another slight laugh trying to make it not such a big deal, "I'd let you drive magpie but I don't want your mom freaking out just yet, maybe later today."

I opened the door and got in the passenger seat not seeing a way out of this. I kept my hands at the front of my skirt trying to keep my modesty as I sat down, wearing a dress alone felt exposing, with no underwear felt even worse, especially with such thin material. I put my seatbelt on but made sure to keep my hands on my lap, something about that made me feel a little bit more secure. At the same time, my hands were inches away from my hot, horny, pussy and there was nothing I could do about it with him so close to me.

Vroom! The car started rather loudly, shocking me, I could almost feel the engine through the seat. I didn't know if the car was that powerful or I was just that sensitive or a mixture of both.

"Hey magpie, you look a little flushed, maybe you're too hot, let me show you one of the cool features of the new car," he said reaching for a dial on the dash.

"Oh my god!" I said rather loudly, startled as I felt air start to shoot out of my seat, hitting some very sensitive spots, my asshole, pussy, and thighs, it was pretty clear I was still sensitive.

"Sorry about that, the first time can be kind of suprising, I should have warned you."

"That's…. ok, it's…cool, I never heard of…something like this…before."

It wasn't ok though; it was a really bad tease, I was still sensitive and the way my hands were on my lap almost forced the air current from my seat to circulate around my pussy. I was starting to get worried, what if I got wet and left a stain on the back of my skirt, or the seat, what if I came, what if I can't take this torture and I just turn into a wanton slut and start getting myself off right here. The air almost felt like soft tiny fingers on my skin, and some were swirling around my asshole. It felt more exposed than I thought it would be while the others “fingers” made circles around the lips of my pussy. If my legs had been open a bit more, I bet I'd feel them sliding up my slit and teasing my clit. I don't know which was teasing me more, my imagination or this seat.

"Ok, enough of that, hot day and cold air makes me feel like I peed myself and at my age I have to make sure I didn't," and with that, the air-conditioned seats turned off.

"Yeah, I felt the same way but didn't want to say anything," making a fake giggle as I said it.

Oh god, any longer or any stronger and I would have started losing control, I hope I didn't wet the back of my skirt. I started rubbing my thighs together hoping any wetness would just rub against my skin. During the awkward silence, I reached for my phone and realized I got pushed out so fast I had left my phone and wallet at home. Maybe that'll be an opportunity to get home and change.

"Hey, Uncle Jim, I forgot my phone and wallet at home, maybe we can turn around and get them?"

"That's alright magpie, I have everything covered, your parents know exactly where you are and if we have an emergency, I have my phone on me, also we're already at our first stop."

It was the local book store, we parked and made our way in, I was thankful it was a nice sunny day with no clouds in the sky and especially no wind. I know the chances of my skirt blowing up were slim, but I didn't want to take a risk with Mr. Robin around. Aside from being so…minimally dressed I felt self-conscious and a little anxious. I was in my home town where people knew me and being such a small town, rumors spread fast and easily. The last thing I needed was someone spreading rumors that I flash myself or pictures of my vagina spreading around town. The idea of the truth getting out is what scares me.

"Hey magpie, here's my card, my order is at the register, could you pay for it while I use the john."

I made my way into the line to wait for the register, it wasn't too busy but being so close to other people made me feel rather vulnerable. I know I was covered but with the air-conditioning blasting and just coming out of the hot Florida weather, I felt like I wasn't wearing anything at all and in my mind that's how I thought people were seeing me. I tried my best to put it in the back of my head when I finally got to the register.

"How can I help you, dear," the woman at the register said smiling at me.

She was a bit older, grey hair, wearing a silver cross, one of your typical golden girl type deals, and thankfully with this dress, I looked like an innocent angel she was happy to help.

"Hi, I'm picking up a package, it should be under the name Robin," I said trying to portray the perfect little angel, which was far from what I really was.

"One moment, let me go check the shelves for them, I shall be right back."

She returned rather quickly with a stack of magazines laying them next to the register and started ringing them into the register until she stopped at one of the magazines. She looked up at me and gave me a rather shocked look which turned into disgust, but I wasn't sure what was happening until she held up the magazine. Oh my god, it was a porno mag, it read Barely Legal on the front with a girl obviously teasing her nipple and reading "sweet young pink" as one of the articles. I instantly turned bright red, embarrassed, with her thinking I was buying the magazine for myself and the thoughts everyone in line was probably having.

"Taboo," she read the next magazine holding it up as well.

The previous looked tame compared to this one, it had a woman in a bra with chains on it that you could clearly see her nipples and the articles on the cover read, whip my pussy first, piss in my mouth please and spanked hard, paid with cock. The content was even worse, I didn't know what to do, look away in shame, look her in the eye, explain that I wasn't picking them up for me, no words were coming out of my mouth and I couldn't move. I was a deer in the headlights. The final magazine she just scanned and threw back on the counter, but did it a little too hard as it accidentally fell to the floor opening to a full-page spread of a woman completely naked and fingering herself with two fingers. I quickly bent over and picked it up, putting it on the counter with the others.

"Since, these are some, mature, magazines, I'm going to have to see some ID so show you are of, age," the woman said to me sounding rather judgmental and condescending now.

"I don't have my wallet, just a card to pay for it all…"

"I'm sorry then I can't sell you those magazines, not like you should be looking at such disgusting things anyways."

I heard a few snickers from behind me and couldn't bring myself to look back. I handed her the card and she snatched it out of my hand and rang it up, bagged the other magazines putting the card in the bag with them along with the receipt. I walked outside to find Mr. Robin there waiting for me in the car and quickly made my way there. I opened the door and handed him the bag telling him his card was inside the bag and quickly sat down, as I did the back of my skirt flipped up and caused me to sit with my skin touching the seat directly without anything in between this time.

"Any problems?

"I couldn't get some of the magazines, because I didn't have my ID…" I said embarrassed trying to figure out how to fix my skirt without him noticing but couldn't manage to do it.

"Oh, sorry about that, I completely forgot I ordered those magazines, they're a gift for a friend's 60th birthday as a gag gift, us old people have terrible senses of humor, I hope you weren’t too embarrassed."

"No, no not at all, it's a funny gift…"

"I guess I'll just go back later to get them, sorry about that."

I was flushed all over, my whole body felt like it was on fire from being so embarrassed but at the same time, I could feel my butt, thighs, and pussy start to feel warmer. Was I getting turned on from all of this? Being embarrassed in front of so many people and seeing the pictures in those magazines, was it all getting to me? Oh my god, I bent over to pick up the magazine with all of those people behind me and didn't even think of my skirt riding up!! What did they see? Did they see my cheeks, or even worse did they see I wasn't wearing any underwear…did they see my pussy…oh my god, what if they saw, what if someone took pictures, videos, knew who I was! I was now freaking out inside.

"Hey, you ok magpie, you look a little flushed, how about I turn up the ac for you," I saw him reach for the dash again getting ready for him to turn on the air torture, "oops, seems I flipped the switch for the seat heater accidentally."

He flipped a switch and I started to cool down, I guess it was the seat working me over again. Which made me question now if the wetness between my legs, was sweat from the heater or from my arousal that I was just humiliated and possibly exposed. Either way, my hands knew the truth because they gently started pressing down, feeling for the top of my mound and applying just the tiniest of pressure when they found it and it felt good. Just as I was starting to find some subtle way of satisfaction the car stopped.

"Next errand, my washing machine is broken, so got to use the local laundromat, I haven't been to one of these since I was a kid."

The only thought in my head was that I needed to cum really badly and maybe I could excuse myself to the bathroom and finally find some relief. We gathered a few bags from his trunk and made our way into the mat. It was disgusting touching dirty underwear of an old man but I figured the faster I could load the machine, the faster I could get to orgasm. I sat on top of the washer as Mr. Robin came back with soap and quarters which he quickly threw into the machine shut the door between my legs.

"Got to go again, be right back," he said before I could even get a word out as he walked quickly to the bathroom.

I jumped off of the machine and the bottom of my dress got pulled up above my waist exposing me, I quickly twisted around realizing that the bottom of my dress had gotten stuck in the door when he closed it. I tried my best to pull out but it was stuck deep in there and the door was locked until the washing was done. I tried to go for the buttons but I couldn’t reach them with the way I was. All I could do was make my way back sitting onto the washing machine without ripping my dress. Thankfully the place was empty this time of day and no one had just seen me half-naked.

"Mmmm, this isn't good," I spoke to myself when the washing machine started to vibrate under me like, well, one giant vibrator.

Crap, I didn't know what to do, if I got off of the machine I was half-naked, if I didn't I was definitely going to cum, I looked around again to make sure no one else was in here, I guess even the staff was on break or else I could have asked for help, instead I was stuck. Even worse, the vibrations were starting to get stronger, I didn't have a choice, I was going to literally have to ride it out. I wasn't sure how long Mr. Robin had been gone but I could only guess he was doing more than peeing, but I had no idea how long he was going to take or if anyone was going to walk in.

"Oh, my, god," my orgasm was finally on its way after everything that had happened and it was coming on strong.

The vibrations were spreading all over my lower half, I could feel it making its way through my legs, my thighs, my pussy, even my asshole, it's like my whole lower body was being vibrated all at once. I didn't know what to do, hold back, let it happen, physically hold myself above the machine, my mind was getting fuzzy only being able to focus on one thing. If I was going to finally cum, it was going to be now.

"You really are a slut aren't you," I said closing my eyes trying to focus on my orgasm, my hands starting to grope my tits feeling my nipples, already hard, "masturbating on a washing machine, in public, you need to cum so badly."

It felt so good, causing my back to arch in pleasure, and to my stupidity, I had not tied the knot properly to the top of the dress and it began to undo. In my defense, I wasn't expecting to be wearing it as long as I had or in public. My fondling and the pulling of the machine weren't helping either and as the tie came undone the top came down exposing my bare breasts to the world and giving me better access. I didn't think of the exposure, I just used the opportunity to feel myself better.

"Mmmm, I'm going to cum," I bit my lip trying to stay quieter as I was about to orgasm any second now, "more, please more," words flowing out of my mouth yet again as I reached under my skirt and started fingering my pussy, "oohhh, my goodddd," I nearly screamed having to put a hand over my mouth to muffle it.

I heard a door in the back start to open and quickly fixed my skirt and tied my dress back the best I could, panicking as my fingers were fumbling with the straps. I got it tied just as Mr. Robin came out from the back and he walked towards me smiling.

"What are you doing on there kiddo, have you been sitting there waiting this whole time?"

My orgasm had my body more sensitive than ever and the washer wasn't done, in fact, it was going into a rapid spin cycle like nothing I had experienced yet, but I had to keep the best poker face I could.

"I'm…mmm…actually, kind of…oh… stuck, you closed my dress into the…mmph, the door before you left," I bit my lip and made a fist till my knuckles were white trying to hold in how I was really feeling, which was a second orgasm starting to build up and coming on fast.

"Sorry about that magpie, let's get you unstuck."

He got a seat and sat down in front of the machine, his head almost eye level with my lap and he started pressing buttons. The machine started to slow down, then speed up, slow down, go faster and harder than before, I was riding a vibrating rollercoaster that I didn't know how to handle. With every strong spike, it was getting harder to hold back, and with every drop giving me a false sense of relief lowering my defenses would start vibrating hard again. I was doing my best but I could feel my toes starting to curl involuntarily and I hoped he didn't notice. I was on the edge of orgasm when the machine finally turned off and started to whirl down, the vibrations, thankfully, slowly stopping.

"Got it, sorry it took so long," he said starting to stand up using the machine as leverage to help him up.

"Yeah! My butt was…," just as I was thinking I was in the clear he grabbed onto my thighs to finally stand, his fingers digging into them, sending me over the edge, "falling asleep!"

If I hadn't closed my eyes, he would have seen them practically rolling back into my head. I heard the machine drain and the door open and my skirt was finally free.

"You should probably head to the bathroom magpie, I think your dress soaked up some of the water from the machine, it's a little wet back there."

I got off of the machine, coming down on wobbly legs, I steadied myself on the machine and instantly felt the back of my dress sticking to my butt, cold and wet. Without a word I made my way to the back and found the bathroom which was a lot cleaner than I thought it would be. For the first time since the morning I got a chance to look in the mirror and what I saw was embarrassing. You could see how hard my nipples were through the fabric, how red my cheeks were, flushed from either the orgasms or humiliation of what had just happened. I turned around to see a damp path from my butt to the bottom of the dress and it was clear that the washing machine wasn't the culprit for that.

I decided the best I could do was just remove the dress and use the hand dryer on the wall. One little tie, and a few buttons undone I was standing naked in the bathroom, I laid the dress across the top of the dryer positioning the bottom under it and hit the button. All I could do now was wait and hope for the best.

"Everything ok in there magpie!" I heard Mr. Robin yelling from the other side of the door.

On instinct my hands went up to cover my nakedness, "yeah just doing a little drying myself in here," I said feeling embarrassed and exposed, talking to him while standing feet away naked, "just need a few minutes and I'll be right out."

"Ok, I'll be out here doing some drying as well."

I heard him walk away and looking at the door, realized that I had never locked it coming in. How could I be so stupid? He could have come in and seen me completely naked and it would have been my fault for not simply locking a door. Did I want him to catch me? I quickly locked the door and slumped to it, my weak legs lowering me to the floor. I felt dirtier and sluttier than ever and again my fingers found their way to my now attention seeking cunt. I used my left hand this time to start fingering my pussy and the fingers I had used before on the washing machine I stuck into my mouth, tasting myself and thinking about everything that had happened today.

With each thrust into my pussy and suck of my fingers a new image flashed into my mind. I pictured myself naked in the bathroom wishing I had opened the blinds, the thought of someone seeing me masturbating in the shower as they passed by water cascading over my body. Then I pictured myself naked at my desk, legs draped over the armrests, exposed and unable to hide as I rubbed my clit hoping to get caught. I pictured myself bent over at the bookstore knowing the people waiting in line behind me were staring not only at my exposed ass but my pussy with phones out taking pictures. Finally Uncle Jim walking in on me masturbating on the washing machine with my tits exposed fingering myself to orgasm.

"I'm a slut," I said picturing him in front of me, inches away, watching, "watch me, watch me finger my pussy, play with my tits," I pictured him taking his cock out, already hard, positioned in front of my pussy and my fingers opening myself wide for him to enter, "please, fuck me."

With the image of his cock about to enter me, a third orgasm for the day washed over me as a hard knock on the door startled me back to reality.

"All done out here kiddo, how about you?"

"All done here too Uncle Jim, be right out."

"Good, because the day isn't done yet."