Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 1.4 (Patreon)

Another 1,000 words, raw [like it seems most men want to take me] and unedited, let me know what you all think.

His hand wrapped around my throat, pulling me off of his lips and I was too weak to resist. Once I was far enough away that I couldn’t feel his breath anymore, two of his hands found the side of my head and began to pull it towards his lap.

“Now open your mouth sweetie, be a good girl.”

I did what was told of me, too mentally and emotionally drained to consider any other option, too physically weak to pull myself up and it all just led me to give in to the side of me that actually wanted this. To be treated and used like the whore I was becoming, whore I was becoming, more like the whore I already was.

“I’m such a dirty whore,” barely a soft mumble coming out of my mouth before the tip of his cock slipped past my lips.

There was no resistance as he slowly lowered me, my will to fight it, deny it, were all gone for the moment, as the shaft ran over my tongue and it started to slide down my throat. For the first time it didn’t hurt though, it just slid right in, I didn’t know if it was because it was thinner than most I had before or I was just getting really used to it, but eventually I felt his pubic hair on my lips and knew he was all the way in.

“Mmmm, princess, you’ve gotten really good at this haven’t you,” the words actually making me feel good about myself as he said them.

His hand was on the back of my head holding me in place, but to be honest I wasn’t uncomfortable at all as I felt his cock twitch inside of me.

“Now stick out your tongue for me.”

I did as I was told or at least the best I could sticking out my tongue as I felt his hairy balls rake over the top, the taste of salty bitterness coming off of it, but it strangely didn’t bother me one bit. I had come to accept what was happening to me and was not only allowing it but taking part as well. I ran my tongue over his balls, cleaning them with my tongue till the salty taste was no more and then began sucking on it as it was still lodged down my throat, but that quickly changed as I felt him pull my head back up until the tip was all that was left in my mouth. He removed the sunglasses and I looked up to see him breathing hard, his face red covered in perspiration staring down at me with an expression I never saw him make before.

“Mmmm, such a good little cock sucker.”

I knew the expression though, it was lust, it was arousal, it was the face I saw on people that saw me as nothing but a slut, a sex toy to be used and it made me feel… good, approved of, desired and to the shock of us both caused me to smile with his cock still in my mouth. But his expression changed from lust to anger as he shoved my head back down causing his cock to ram down my throat and then back up and down again, hard and fast, unwavering and unmerciful as he fucked my mouth.

There was no stopping him, there was no asking him to ease up as all that came out of my mouth was, “gur, gur, gur, gur,” weird grunting noises as I tried to breathe, each time being rammed down hitting my stomach hitting the center console and knocking the wind out of me, my eyes wide with panic, my mind reeling wondering if I had done something wrong.

“Yeah, you like that slut, you love this don’t you, I didn’t fully believe it, god, but I do know, you are nothing but a cock craving whore!” the words more painful than the raging treatment being put on my mouth.

But my mind was turning the pain into pleasure, the harsh words into loving compliments, the fucking of my mouth somehow feeling like he was fucking my pussy which was getting warmer and wetter by the second.

“Cum, fill me, please fill me, please let me make you cum,” the words repeating over and over again, a voice in my head.

A hand at on the back of my head pushed me down completely till once again my lips were pressed against his rough pubic hair and I felt him slap my ass hard, causing me to scream and moan around his cock.

One slap, two slap, three slaps, and with the third his cock began to twitch and pulse shooting a massive load down my throat. He immediately pulled me back painfully by my hair, his dick coming out with a pop, the last spurts shooting into my mouth and landing all over my face as he did. I looked up at him out of breath as he pulled out his phone and pointed it at me.

“Smile for the camera, princess.”

I did the best I could, my heart racing and feeling light headed and disease from my head being tossed up and down like a shake weighty and my gut being beaten by the expensive cars center console.

Click.

“Now clean yourself and we can continue.”

I waited for him to hand me a tissue, napkin, anything, but realized what he meant and started scooping the drying cum off of my face and into my mouth. The taste was getting saltier and grosser by the second as it began to get cold, but I knew I had no other choice. He fixed his pants, put his cock away and turned off the car before getting out the driver’s side door and I was confused about what was about to happen next. Having the glasses on I had no idea where we were or what was waiting for me, for that fact I had no idea if anyone had even seen me and I quickly covered myself as he opened my door.

“That’s all for today Magpie, you can get out now.”

I got out of the car, my legs wobbly and still feeling a little dizzy, maybe from the blowjob, the orgasm, or the intensity of it all, but when I finally got my barring I realized where we were. We were back in his driveway.