Try to Get Back to Normal

The city buzzed with life as you made your way through the crowded streets, each step a painful reminder of the ordeal you had just endured. The lights of the carnival were a stark contrast to the darkness of the beach, their bright colors and loud music almost jarring in their normalcy. You had promised yourself that tonight would be different, that you would lose yourself in the festivities and forget about Margaret for just one night. But as you stood at the entrance, watching the Ferris wheel slowly turn against the night sky, you couldn't shake the feeling that she was out there, watching you.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you scanned the crowd, half-expecting to see her familiar figure looming over the sea of people. But there was no sign of her, no trace of the woman who had left you broken and humiliated on the beach. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself, and stepped into the carnival.

The air was thick with the scent of fried food and sweat, mingling with the sweet smell of cotton candy and caramel apples. Laughter and chatter filled the air, punctuated by the occasional scream from one of the rides. You wandered aimlessly, letting the noise and chaos wash over you, hoping it would drown out the memories of Margaret's touch.

But as you rounded a corner, your heart skipped a beat. There she was, standing at the edge of a crowd, her eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your blood run cold. She was dressed in a tight, red dress that clung to her curves, her hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail. Her lips curled into a smile as she saw you, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

"Dougie," she purred, her voice cutting through the noise like a knife. "Fancy meeting you here."

You froze, your mind racing as you tried to come up with an excuse to escape. But before you could say anything, she was upon you, her hand gripping your arm with a vice-like grip.

"Come with me," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.

You stumbled after her, your legs trembling with fear as she led you through the crowd. People glanced at you curiously, but no one intervened as Margaret dragged you towards a secluded area behind one of the food stands. The space was dimly lit, the only light coming from a flickering bulb overhead.

Margaret pushed you against the wall, her body pressing into yours as she pinned you in place. You could feel the heat radiating off her, the hardness of her cock pressing against your thigh. Your breath came in ragged gasps as she leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear.

"Did you really think you could escape me?" she whispered, her voice dripping with malice. "I own you now, Dougie. And I always get what I want."

She reached down, her fingers curling around the waistband of your pants. With a swift motion, she yanked them down, exposing your trembling erection. A cruel smile spread across her face as she saw your reaction, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Such a pathetic little thing," she murmured, her hand wrapping around your shaft. "Look at how hard you are for me. You can't deny it, can you? You want this just as much as I do."

Her grip tightened, her thumb rubbing against the tip of your cock as she began to stroke you. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent shivers down your spine. You bit your lip, trying to stifle a moan, but it escaped your throat in a low, **** sound.

"That's it," Margaret cooed, her other hand sliding up to cup your balls. "Let it all out, Dougie. Show me how much you need this."

Her fingers dug into your flesh, squeezing gently as she continued to stroke you. The pressure built inside you, threatening to explode, but she held you on the edge, her touch relentless and unyielding.

"Please," you gasped, your voice breaking as you struggled to maintain control. "Please, I can't..."

"Can't what?" Margaret taunted, her eyes boring into yours. "Can't stop? Can't resist? Or can't hold back any longer?"

Before you could answer, she released your cock and stepped back, her gaze never leaving yours. You let out a shaky breath, your body trembling as you tried to steady yourself. But before you could recover, she grabbed your hand and placed it on her own cock, guiding your fingers to wrap around the thick, throbbing length.

"Now, show me how much you want it," she commanded, her voice low and dangerous. "Make me come, Dougie."

You hesitated, your mind screaming at you to pull away, to fight back. But her eyes held you in place, their intensity making it impossible to look away. Slowly, you began to move your hand, mimicking the rhythm she had used on you. The feel of her cock in your hand was surreal, the heat and hardness of it sending waves of arousal through your body.

Margaret groaned, her hips bucking slightly as you stroked her. Her hand moved to your head, fingers tangling in your hair as she pulled you closer. You could feel her breath on your face, hot and heavy, as she watched you with predatory eyes.

"Yes," she hissed, her voice strained with desire. "Keep going, Dougie. Don't stop."

Your hand moved faster, your thumb brushing against the tip of her cock as you worked to bring her to climax. The sounds of the carnival faded away, leaving only the two of you in this small, secluded space. All you could hear was the pounding of your heart, the harsh sound of your breathing, and the wet, slick noises of your hand moving over her cock.

Margaret's grip on your hair tightened, her nails digging into your scalp as she let out a low growl. "Almost there," she panted, her body tensing as she neared the edge. "Just a little more..."

You could feel the tension building in her, the way her muscles clenched and relaxed with each passing second. Your hand ached from the constant movement, but you didn't dare stop, not when she was so close.

And then, with a shuddering gasp, Margaret came, her body convulsing as she spilled her release into your hand. Her grip on your hair loosened, her head falling back as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. You stared in awe, your hand still moving over her cock as she trembled above you.

When she finally opened her eyes, they were glazed over with satisfaction. She looked down at you, a slow, wicked smile spreading across her face.

"Good boy," she purred, her voice soft and approving. "You did well."

You swallowed hard, your body still tingling from the experience. But before you could respond, she stepped back, pulling her cock free from your grasp. The loss of contact sent a pang of disappointment through you, but you quickly pushed it aside, focusing on the fact that you had survived another encounter with her.

Margaret reached down, grabbing your pants and pulling them back up over your hips. She smoothed them out, her touch surprisingly gentle as she tucked you in. Then, without warning, she leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Be right back Dougie" she whispered, her breath warm against your skin.

And with that, she turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd as if she had never been there at all. You stood frozen in place, your mind reeling from the encounter. The carnival lights seemed brighter, the noise louder, as you tried to process what had just happened.

But one thought kept echoing in your mind, louder than everything else: she would be back.