Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 1.2 (Patreon)

Another 1k words, I'm just kind of living this out in my mind as I write, please let me know what you think in the comments. Just a reminder, these chapters are roughs and won't be proofread and finalized till the end of the chapter. I'm aiming for about 5k a chapter, so basically write 5 days, proofread and published on the 6th, rest of the 7th like god intended and repeat the next week.

So let's continue from where we last left off...

I felt both his fingers and my own gently touch the mound over my pussy, applying pressure as they slipped into the folds of my pussy, finding my clit. The feeling was different than how I had tried masturbating before especially with the contrast of his rough, thick fingers and my thin smooth ones.

“Mmmm,” I couldn’t help but moan as we began to rub my clit.

We? My mind asked for a moment, was I masturbating or was he using my hand to masturbate me?

“Oh god,” I whimpered quietly, the thought quickly fleeting as the feeling of pleasure was the only thing that mattered.

His hand was larger than mine and as he moved my hand to gently rub my clit, it was almost torture as the tips of his fingers would just subtly dip inside my pussy at the same time with every down motion. For the first time since the car ride started, I could feel myself getting wet and I could hear the sound of slouching as he began to purposely push his fingers into me up to the first knuckle.

“I don’t know about, mmmm,” his fingers went deeper, the tips of my fingers now following his inside of me, the feeling so intense with almost 4 fingers being pushed inside of me.

My once cold, indifferent body was now on fire. With the click of a button the moving massage balls in the chair stopped at my lower back, the spot that sent sexual electricity through me every time it was pressed was now being button mashed, with another click the base of the seat began to vibrate, its intensity rising and lowering like waves. Waves of intense vibrations so powerful that I could feel them through my ass, up through my legs and thighs all the way to my fingers inside of me.

I was slowly getting drunk with pleasure and hadn’t even realized that Jim had removed his hand and I was now touching myself of my own free will, it was like my hand was on autopilot not even knowing that the driver had jumped shipped long ago. The only thoughts in my head now, was how to get more pleasure and how badly I wanted to cum. I was no longer in a car with someone else, in my mind I was sitting at my desk at home, pleasuring myself like I usually did. I put my feet on the seat and spread my legs further, feeling my pussy spread open and give me better access to all of my favorite, sensitive spots.

I licked my lips as I took in the heat of the seat, the chair pressing its devices into my back, the vibrations of the seat, the breeze against my breasts and now my finger teasingly running circles over the exposed pink flesh of my pussy until I couldn’t take it anymore and began pushing two fingers deep inside of me. The smooth leather seat caused me to slump down just a little more, opening my cheeks and causing my anus to touch the vibrating seat directly.

“God!” it was like a live wire had just touched my asshole and I could feel it inside of me through my fingers.

Jim took my left hand that was gripping the seat and moved it to my bare breasts, grabbing it and manipulating it to massage my breasts like he did before with my pussy. This time not taking long at all for me to take over the motions he set into action.

“Oh, ahh, mmm,” I was a sex machine programmed to pleasure myself, nothing else mattered, not where I was, not who was there, not what was going on or had gone on, just the moment, just the pleasure.

I felt the tip of his finger touch one of my toes on my left foot and began to trace its way up my ankle, over my shin, the feeling of it on my bare skin driving me crazy. It found its way to my knee circling around my knee cap and as I was expecting it to come down my inner thigh but it moved over the top instead, such nonsexual areas that felt more erogenous than the obviously sensitive parts of my body. Maybe it was because no one other than myself had actually touched me there before and to think of it, I rarely did either. As it made its way to my hip, my hips almost instinctively thrusted up, even though I was touching myself I yearned for his finger to join me again, but it didn’t.

“Aweee,” I said in disappointment as his finger went over my mound and up towards my belly button.

Whatever he was trying to do, it was both arousing and confusing, but I didn’t care as long as it felt good and as my orgasm was building it felt like it was waiting to see what the end result of his teasing was to finally allow me to cum. Up over my taught stomach, over my ribs, was he going to tease the bottom of my breasts? No, he instead ran his finger up the center between my breasts, I wondered if he could feel my heart racing but it didn’t stay on my chest long enough as it was now at my throat, working its way up to my chin causing me to tilt my head back.

“Mmmmm,” I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue as I felt the tip of his finger find the tip of my tongue and he pushed his finger inside of my mouth.

I took it and sucked on it as he pushed it further inside of me, like a faceless penis that I wanted to pleasure. I was on the edge, I didn’t know how much longer it was going to take before I finally came, but I was now lost in a lust.