“Do you want to cum in my mouth?”   As soon as she said that, my heart skipped a beat and my fucking lost a few strokes.  It was so mater of fact, like “Do you want cream in your coffee, Sir?”  It was the first time a woman had asked me that question, and I had had lots of partners in many sexual settings over the years before.

Chicago… 30 Years Ago… A  Memoir

It was winter, and typical Chicago weather… cold and snowy.  I was in charge of the bar at a nice restaurant in the shadow of the Sears Tower, just west of the Loop.  We were one of the sponsors for the yearly production of A Christmas Carol at the famed Goodman Theater, and offered a package Olde Fashioned English Feast in the Dickens tradition with transportation to the theater and back for ticket holders.  The final performance was on New Years Eve and the restaurant was hosting a party for the staff and backstage crew of the theater after the show.

The turnout was pretty good… who doesn’t like free food and drink.  One of the guests was alone and hung out at the bar talking to friends, and as the partygoers left for other parties or home, she was talking to me.  Not flirting, just talking as she seemed lonely, and I was enjoying the attention of a pretty girl half my age.  I found out she was a lighting technician and was now out of a job, so the closing was bittersweet, as she was not needed for the next show.  Beth was an attractive woman in her early twenties with a full figure, but seemed ill at ease in her dress, like she was not used to dressing up, and certainly wearing heels.   As the party wound down and I gave last call, she asked me if I would dance with her… that was how she put it…. and I told her I would love that.  By that time of night, the music was slow and dreamy and she put her arms around my neck and melted against me.  I was just there to dance, but could not stop the stirring in my pants and I knew she could feel me stiffening against her.  We didn’t talk or get romantic, but it felt good to hold and feel each other. We danced the last dance and went back to the bar. I started to clean up the bar and she hung around watching.  I was deciding what my move should be, when she asked me if I wanted a ride, since it was “snowing and you have to take the train home”, she said.  She had made the move, and I appreciated the ride.

Her car was an old yellow Datsun, named Woodstock.  I don’t know why women like to name their cars, but my second wife’s baby-blue VW Beatle was named Wolfgang.  I hate driving in the snow, but she was good at it and we got to my place safely.  Of course I asked her in and soon we were on the couch kissing and getting naked.  I always liked to leave a woman’s bra and panties on and suck and kiss through the material before removing, which I thought was sexy and hadn’t had complaints so I guess they thought so too.  Beth had small conical shaped breasts with long nipples which I sucked and nibbled as she stroked my cock, letting go as I slid down her body to kiss around the top of her mound and stroke her inner thighs, circling closer to her panties.  Soon kissing and sucking, drawing the silken fabric into my mouth.  I am tempted to say I ripped them off with my teeth, but I didn’t and gently slid them down her legs with one hand as I palmed her mound with my other, thumbing the hairy slit.  She was pretty silent and I hoped she was enjoying the sex, as I kissed and parted her lips with my tongue, sucking her clit into my mouth.  I felt her hand on the back of my head as she began to thrust her hips up toward me.  Her eyes were closed and I could see her fingers squeezing one of her nipples.  I wanted to try to give her an orgasm but I also wanted to fuck her and my cock was winning out, as I moved up and rubbed the head of my dick up and around the entrance to her well lubed slit.  God, I was moaning and she was still silent, breathing between her teeth as I pushed inside her.  After a few strokes, like an idiot, I asked her if she liked it and she dug her nails in my back.  Beth’s full ass felt good in my hands as I squeezed and drove my cock slowly in and out of her pussy.  I rose up so my shaft was rubbing against her clit before pushing back up inside.   I asked her if she liked to be fucked from behind, she said yes but not to stop what I was doing.  Thinking I was going to make her cum was having an effect on me and I imagine she could sense it, because out of the blue she said, “Do you want to cum in my mouth”.  Now, that blew me away, quite literally as I plunged deeper and faster saying “Yes!”.  Soon, I rose up and she grabbed my cock pulling me toward her.  I made it as far as her chest covering her neck with my jizz.  She drew the head into her mouth and sucked me softly.  Beth stayed the night for sleep and more sex.

We got together a few more times to have dinner or go drinking and have sex, until one night she came into my neighborhood bar and introduced me to her boyfriend.  Now that was a surprise.  She said she might be going back to college, we lost touch and I never saw her again. But, I will never forget her and the night she asked me if I wanted to cum in her mouth.

This is a sequel of sorts to the following story: https://theprose.com/post/74256/the-view

It is more explicit than the first part, as a warning to those that do not like erotica.

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The room was clean again. The air was fresh, yet it could not fully rid itself of the scent that the room held in its history. The polished wood trapped that history like secrets trapped in amber. The room had a history. Patrons that have come and gone: businessmen, lovers, loners, perhaps even a family or two. The room had a history. The room held the history, almost like a silent film. That is, if you knew how to look at it.

A woman - the current patron of the room - sits in the chair and waits. Waits while she stares out of the leaded window. She is fully naked this night and fevered with illicit thoughts, her fingers already at play, teasing her own skin. She has no patience to wait for what she know is coming. She has extended her stay an extra week upon discovering the secret that the room kept. Just as long as one was sitting in this particular antique chair, at a particular time of evening, staring out the leaded glass window at just the right angle.

She watches as the sunsets paints the walls across the way in yellows, oranges, and reds. Watches again in deep anticipation as twilight sucks the colors dark while she slides her fingers along the wetness gathering on her inner thighs. She makes sure she has the angle to the window just right. The angle was critical. The angle was everything.

She watches until twilight gives way and the leaded glass catches the reflection of the room instead. Watches until she see the man again in the reflection of the window. God, how she has come to lust for the man. Watching how he devours and loves and fucks his lover. She wishes she was her. She had had lovers but none of them have touched her as the man touches his love.

She watches him sitting on the bed, naked, his body and his sex hard. She watches him wait for his love, like he has for the past few nights. Just like before, he doesn’t touch himself, although she wishes he would. Yet, she desires him even more because he waits. She thrills at the fact that the woman has so much power over him that he can be so aroused just by the thought of her. Yet, one more way she envies the woman on the other side of the reflection, for she is certain she has never stirred that level of lust into anyone like that herself.

She drinks him in and touches herself, having no qualms of having to wait. Her desire is so hot tonight that in this moment where it is just her and the man, she imagines walking over to him and climbing into his lap, sliding him into her depths, and riding him like she knows he loves to be ridden. She’s never fucked a man like that and now having watched him be fucked like that by the other woman, his real lover, she hungered for it.

There is a knock at her door, the sound of it pulls her attention away from the window in reflex.

“Shit!” she utters under her breath, her heart racing in sudden panic as she turns back to make sure she has not lost the right angle, and thus the spectacular view. The naked man shimmers back into focus. Her heart starts racing again in a different way, anxiety of what was almost lost being replaced with a lust as free as she has ever had it. She could enjoy it without judgement or shame.

Another knock at the door. Harder this time.

“Go away, I am trying to rest! Can you not read the ‘Do not Disturb’ sign on the door?”

A quiet voice whispers loud enough through the door to catch her ear, but not so loud to carry far, “I know why you do not wish to be disturbed, Kathreen. Please, I need to speak with you and we both know the timing is short.”

It bothers her that the voice on the other side of the door knows her name. It bothers her that out of all times to come knocking, it has to be now. “Just a minute.” She quickly tosses on her silken robe, sashing it closed as she marches angrily toward the door, not caring how close her stiffened nipples are to tearing the sheer fabric apart.

She opens the door, with the chain lock keeping it from opening it any further. There is a beautiful, although very haggard woman on the other side. The haggard woman asks, “I would like to buy the room from you, right now. I am even willing to pay for your entire stay. I am even willing…”

“Not interested, good-b…”

“Wait! I know why you don’t want to leave. I have seen her too. I need to see her again. Please! I had this room reserved. It was suppose to be mine. They had some mix up when you extended your stay, please.”

“I am sorry, that is not my fault. Now please leave, I really want to go back to resting.”

The haggard woman laughs, and she says in a slightly louder voice, “You mean you want to go back and start fingering yourself again.”

Kathleen starts to blush, “Shush! Someone might hear you.”

“Give me the room then. Or at least, let me share it for the next hour.”

“If you know the room, then you know there is only one chair and you can only see what is there to be seen if the angle is just right.”

The haggard lady smiles a wicked and wanton smile. A smile that held a secret, “If you truly knew the room, you would know there are more than just the one view, and some of them are much more...enticing than others. We are wasting precious time.”

The mere idea that there were other views in the room never dawned on Kathleen. The fact that some of them might be somehow better than the one she knew about excited her senses to a tipping point. “What is one of the other ways?”

“Let me in!”

“Tell me another way to see them.”

“We are wasting time.”

“I have this room for another six days, I am willing to sacrifice tonight, are you?”

The haggard woman has a manic and beaten look to her. “Fine. If you sit right on the edge of the pillow on the bed, looking out the window, you get...a much different experience. Please, just let me in. I need...I need to watch her again. Please?”

Kathleen sighs, she has no desire to share the room, she enjoys the freedom of being able to touch herself alone, without judgement. The last time she masturbated in the company of other women, were her college roommates, and they teased her endlessly for it. But, if what the woman said was true, it might be worth watching without touching.

Kathleen shuts the door enough to undo the chain lock, opens the door, “Can you at least give me your name before you join me?”

The haggard woman smiles a bright smile, “Joan, but my friends call me Joanie.”

Kathleen closes and locks the door as Joan flows into the room, shedding her attire with each frantically quick step, until she is completely naked on the antique chair. A hungry smile comes to her lips and she whispers, “Wow, look at him. I cannot wait to see what she does to this patron.”

Kathleen walks slowly to the bed, hoping that Joan has not made up a tale about other views at other angles, “Patron? He is there every night with his lover.”

Joan looks at her, “Really? I have never seen him before. For me, it always has started with a woman sitting on the bed waiting.”

Kathleen sits on the edge of the bed, against the pillow, “No, it is always him, followed by his lover. Every night since I’ve been here.” She adjusts and looks toward the window, she can see Joan in the reflection, but nothing else.

“Move a bit closer to the pillow, so your resting just barely against it and look more to the right in the window, so I am just in your periphery.”

Kathleen suddenly sees him again, the man of her dreams. The man that has taken over all of her lustful thoughts. He is a bit more faded from this angle. She feels cheated.

“You said…”

“I said some of the angles were more enticing. I didn’t say how. Close your eyes and listen. Close your eyes and smell.”

Kathleen did not want to lose the view, but does as she is told. She listens and she can suddenly hear the faint breath of a man waiting, waiting with a pent up lust. She takes a breath and she can smell a faint scent of a musky cologne. Her heart races.

Joan laughs and says, “The view is a bit more muted from that angle, but the other senses are enhanced.”

Kathleen suddenly hears a door open from far away in the past, followed by a whiff of floral purfume, followed by a sultry whisper of a woman’s voice, “You are still here.”

Joan whispers in a different timber, “She is here! Open your bloody eyes.”

Kathleen opens her eyes and sees the man’s lover, standing in front of him with her lovely smile, slinking out of her dress. Kathleen can see Joan finger herself at the sight of the woman. The lover is who she was eager to see. She knows the lover intimately by the way she takes her in.

The man whispers back to his lover, “Yes, I am. Seems I still cannot leave.”

The lover smiles, and replies, “Or perhaps you do not want to.” The lover then kneels and takes him into her mouth, keeping her hands to her sides. He moans and rocks back and forth. Kathleen can feel the slight motion of the bed. In the reflection in the glass, she can see herself sitting next to him, with his lover between his legs, sucking away on him, looking up with tenderness. Kathleen can see Joan both in the reflection and in the room proper, molesting herself without a care that Kathleen can see.

Kathleen is torn. She wants to join in. She is on fire with want. Her lust for this man. Her enjoyment of voyeuring him and his lover and their endless conquering of each other. She can hear the laughter of her roommates as she starts to come. The sound of it still haunts her, still shames her. She looks at Joan and sees a woman too lost in her own lust. Joan is panting and whimpering like a bitch in heat. She has no care that Kathleen is there watching her. Joan is sex-crazed. It was in her eyes when Kathleen first opened the door, and it was on full display now. Joan was addicted to what the room offered. She craved it like a drug.

Kathleen tries to block out the laughter from her past and lets her robe slip open. She starts to let her fingers try to calm the heat on her flesh, or perhaps try to stir it higher. Joan responds to her, or the lover, or the man by sitting on the edge of the chair, fingering herself deep and hard and fast. Joan’s pantings mix with the grunts of the man, and the moans of his lover sucking harder on his cock. Kathleen slides her hungry fingers along her slit, and almost weeps at the heat, the sheer wetness, and the pleasure of it all.

The room is suddenly amix with rivaling perfumes, and sweats, and bodily musks. The sounds of the four lovers are suddenly sharper, as if the room only gives the distant sounds to willing participants of pleasure. She can feel the bed rock and the man starts to lose his control and begins to thrust back into his lovers mouth, fingers locked in her hair. She watches her lover reach for him and stroke him over the edge while sucking away. Kathleen swears the lover is smiling around his cock. She dreams of doing the same. Her fingers dip eagerly inside herself.

Joanie screams and comes. Kathleen watches her in fascination as the woman sharing her room orgasms so violently. She jerks her own fingers in response. She swears that the lovers in the reflection somehow sense it too. The man comes harder than Kathleen has ever seen him, but his lover doesn’t stop. She never stops. This is one of their routines. One of her appetizers. Only when he is finished does she let his erection slip from her mouth, a pearled stream connecting her luscious, smiling lips to him.

Kathleen heart races. She loves the moment when the tables turn. She watches the lover stand and climb into his lap. Watches her still stroke him and watches him tremble at the overwhelming pleasure of it. Watches her impale herself on him. Watches her kiss him full on the mouth, hungrily. And ride him, hard, as if her life depended on it. As if there wasn’t enough time to wait.

But this time, she also heard every sound the two lovers made, could smell all of the scents of sex filling the room. Kathleen is so close to her edge, she can taste it. She can almost taste him on her own lips, she barely care what Joanie might think about how she is touching herself. The lust at watching the lovers play their game is so deep, she is barely aware Joanie is still there lost in her own, semi-private bliss watching the lovers, and herself.

“Holy fuck!” Joanie cries out as the lover pushes the man back on the bed, her hands braced on his chest as she rides him hard, screaming in bliss.

Kathleen cannot even register what sounds she is making herself, as she tries to match her fingering to the shaking she can feel in the bed, by lovers that were once there.

Kathleen comes and closes her eyes when the lover screams out and comes. She pulls her fingers from her cunt and attacks her clit, and she shudders as the pleasure hits her in waves. She shudders as she can almost imagine the man’s cock sliding in and out of her. She bounces on the bed to mimic how the lover is still riding the man. She squeezes her breasts as she knows the man is probably squeezing his lovers. Kathleen opens her eyes to see him doing exactly that as he comes again, deep inside of her. Kathleen can almost feel his warmth filling her too.

Kathleen suddenly jolts as Joan’s tongue licks her cunt. Kathleen looks down at Joan’s ravenous smile right before Joan licks her again. Kathleen gasps as the pleasure floods her. No one has ever licked her with more than just a curiosity touch, and never a woman. Joan’s tongue attacks in a knowing way, a lusting and lovely way. Kathleen melts into it, letting her fingers get lost in Joanie’s auburn hair. Her friend’s call her Joanie, right. What a silly thought to cling to in the moment.

Kathleen looks toward the window again and swears the man and his lover is watching her now. To see there lust-filled stares toward her is too much, she buckles and orgasms. Joanie slips her tongue deeper. The only thought Kathleen can hold is that Joanie better damn share this room with her, and every other secret this room contains.

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I stroke Charlotte’s thigh as we both recover from our couplings, or at least recover enough to continue. She sighs and I let my fingers get closer to her sex. There is something magical about Charlotte. There was always something magical about her. Even when I was in the other time watching her through the reflection of the rooms window.

But, my lust never stays sated for long while I am with her, and perhaps she is right. It is not that I haven’t found a way to return to where or when I came from, but perhaps I do not desire to really leave.

My fingers tease her, as hers slowly brings my sore cock back to life. Just then, there is a shimmer in the window, and I swear I catch the blurry reflection of a naked woman sitting on the edge of the bed next to us, being devoured by her lover.

The image is blurred, as if it were raining, but no less erotic. I point it out to Charlotte, she turns to look, “Pity, I don’t see it.” Then she turns to me and gives me a hungry smile, she crawls over my body, sliding her breasts along my face, her belly, her sex. I lick her, tasting how sweet we taste together, but she doesn’t linger, she continues to crawl over me, until she is behind me.

I turn and climb onto the bed behind her.

“Fuck me,” she says softly. It is a perfect blend of a plea and a command.

I kneel behind her as she raises herself higher, I side in and moan as I have only moaned with her, I look at the reflection, and the lovers are still there, now crystal clear. Two women. And with every thrust into Charlotte, I can hear the one moan, counter to Charlotte’s.

“Fuck me, I think I can hear who you can see!”

Charlotte has an appetite for the erotic. All I know is she comes to this room to exercise it. All I know is that I have somehow become entangled into her life. I have this sense that if I do not leave soon, I might never be able too. Like Charlotte keeps telling me though, perhaps I don’t really want to.

“Tell me what they are doing, as you...Fuck me…”

I try to tell Charlotte that the women have switch positions. I try to describe their unique beauties. But, my words start to become grunts and moans.

“I wish...they were here...with us...ugh.”

I see the woman in the reflection shudder. I grip Charlotte’s hip harder, pounding harder…

“Yes! Fuck me. I hear her...coming...she sounds so sweet.”

I explode against all of the sensations. I fill my lover as I have now countless times before in the days I’ve been here. The feeling of Charlotte all around me. The scent of our sex in the air. The view of two women intertwined on this very bed on the other side of the reflection of the window, and the deep lust dripping from Charlotte’s wanton lips. She is a siren pulling me deeper into her keep, into her game. I wonder if she actually pulled me to this place. She denies it, but I still wonder.

We collapse as my orgasm ends and Charlotte’s begins. Her pleasure bleeds into me. I try to savor it all. I know she will eventually leave in the early morning. Leaving me to fumble in this foreign world alone for yet another day. Until tomorrow night, when we will repeat our tryst. Unless I figure out a way to return, assuming I even want to.

I stare at the reflection in the glass, and it is only me now staring back. I barely recognize myself. I’ve changed. Charlotte has shaped me to exist better in this place. But, that might not mean for the better.

There was a hum that is distracting me from falling asleep. On a red-eye flight to New York that was going to last at least five hours and my utter exhausting from a week of conferences, the hum was literally killing me.

It wasn’t the low rumble of the turbines on the wings a few rows ahead of me. It wasn’t from the few computers that people still had on. It was as if I could almost feel it as well as hear it. It haunted me that much.

I go through all of the possible sources and eliminate them. Eliminate them until I am left to my general area. I’ve filtered out all of the other white noise sources, but the hum. It was so faint, that almost in any other mental state, I could filter it out too. But, in its own way, it was like a gong in my head now, it countered all of the other white noise to stand out like a song.

I look toward the lady sitting next to me, sleeping soundly. The hum wasn’t bothering her. I look toward the one person sitting one row ahead of me on the other side of the aisle, snoring miserably. I could filter out that train wreck of noise, but not the hum.

The lady next to me lets out the softest of sighs, so I turn to look at her again. Sleeping and nearly still, one of those too-small-to-be-effective airplane blankets draped over her lap. I nearly turn my head to hunt for the hum when the lady gave the slightest of shivers. Her breath was controlled, but not quite relaxed. She was almost still, but not still in a restful way. It was easy to overlook when not really looking. Now that I was looking, however, she had enough tells that she was only appearing to be sleeping that it was impossible not to see it now. Just like it was impossible not to hear the hum.

I couldn’t escape the hum because it was coming from her. I couldn’t escape it because perhaps I could feel it in the most minute of ways. The slight arousal that was building as I realized what the hum was,made it even more impossible to try to forget about, not less.

I took my eyes off of her, yet her restful face seemed burned in my vision. She was pretty, if not beautiful. Soft lips, glowing skin, face framed in a raven black bob. But, it was a face of a woman currently trying to pleasure herself while believing the few around her were unaware.

Now that I was aware, my mind ran away with the thought. What wonderland did her mind take her while her vibrator buzzed away? Did it excite her more or less that someone was sitting right next to her while she was getting away with getting off in public? Did she dream about getting caught or just getting away with it?

My mind played out scenarios faster than I could process them. My blood was pumping hard and burning quick as it rushed faster in my body. My arousal was more intense than was comfortable, knowing I had few possibilities to relieve it.

I closed my eyes and tried to block it out. Instead, my mind weaved a fantasy of the lady being less discreet about how she pleasured herself. Blanket gone, skirt hiked up, fingers dancing. She was wearing a smile watching me watch her.

The more I tried to not think about her, the more explicit she became, the louder the hum seemed to become. As if drawing me deeper into becoming an active partner to the illicit behavior.

With my resolve slowly disintegrating, I allowed myself a moment of utter foolishness, and let me hand fall so it rested between my leg and hers, the top of my hand barely resting against her pathetic blanket. I could feel the hum against her leg.

I heard a slight gasp, but forced my breathing to be a slow, restful rhythm, my eyes softly closed. I wait for her to shift her leg away, but she never does. Did she catch me in my subterfuge? Did she believe me asleep but having the contact, slight as it was, added to the danger? I played out both scenarios and everyone in between in my head, more aroused than I have been for a long time, ensnared because of a haunting hum.

I feel the blanket move my hand, and suddenly feel my hand make direct contact with her warm thigh. In the process of adjusting her blanket, she makes sure my hand is now underneath its warmth, hidden. The jolt of it all was almost too much. My brain racing. Again. Am I caught, or is she adding more danger to increase her own thrill.

My fingers itched to be on the other side of her thigh. My cock quivered in the confines of my pants, currently the worst torture device ever devised.

I think about pulling away and ending the game, but I find I cannot. I think about opening my eyes to see, only to feel her rest her hand against mine. My breath caught and my eyes opened in reflex.

I caught her staring at me, with the softest of smiles. A gentleman, innocent of his crime, would have pulled his hand away, apologetically. She let out a gasp, I felt the smallest of quakes from her. She either caught me or deemed I wasn’t quite the gentleman. She lifted my hand to rest on top of her thigh, and pretended sleep once more. The invitation as clear and the delicate hum.

I closed my eyes as well and let my fingers slowly melt toward the source of the hum. It felt like it took forever to get there, the journey was the most blissful journey ever taken though.

The warmth increased, as did the humidity. The pulse of the hum felt stronger, countered to the pulse of her pulse. My fingers finally reached the hot wetness of her core, and I was struck with so much pent up lust my fingers caused her to hiss through her teeth.

I opened my eyes and saw wanton hunger staring back at me. The lady could have been the ugliest on the planet, and in that moment, she would have been the most gorgeous wearing that hunger.

My fingers fought the vibrator for surface area, the lady didn’t seem to mind. I was slowly forgetting where we were, so was she. The pleasure was giving way to a deeper need of intimate connection. And the power in that the only pleasure that could be directly tapped was hers, mine forced to hover in a strange limbo.

As if reading my mind, she rested her hand on my crotch and squeezed. I grunted and she beamed. In response, I dove my fingers as far down her as our positions allowed. She squirmed and got lost in them. I pressed my palm againsts the small vibrator and it pressed against her clit and then I fucked her just like that, beyond sane, just driven by lustful need.

I felt the warm wash flow over my fingers and she bit into her pathetically small pillow and trembled. I let her ride my hand and let myself enjoy the moment, even in my tortured limbo. It felt like forever, yet it was over way too soon.

Our little world smelled like her. It was intoxicating and maddening. She smiled, the most wicked of smiles. I tried to return it. The speakers suddenly cut into our private moment, “I am sorry passengers, but we are being diverted to Denver because of the weather. The airline is making arrangements for getting you all rooms for the duration.”

The lady smiled as if she won the biggest prize in the world, “It seems like we will be getting rooms for the night?”

“Or, perhaps we could save the airline some money by sharing one?”

“Perhaps…” Her eyes twinkled with all of the promises of a lover desiring to pay back in full.

Number FiveEleanor & Edwin 

"Oh, it happened in the library." It was their answer every time anyone had asked them how they met. When she went home to meet his parents for the first time he would tell them the moment he saw her.

"I looked over from the shelves and there she was. She was beautiful and her eyes seemed to be glowing." It wasn't a lie.

"When I saw him in those stacks of books I was drawn to him, enticed by him." Their parents gave out the ooo's and ahh's when they told them. Her grandmother told her how lovely and sweet it was that her bookworm granddaughter, the one everyone thought would die an old maid with cats; met her husband in a library.

And it was lovely.

But erotic, delicious, pleasurable and arousing were probably better words.

Girls told the stories of their nameless one night stands in the back of class off and on the last couple years I had been at college. It was always wild frat parties and stumbling back from the bar near campus. Sometimes roommates were kicked out for the night; I knew I had been more than I'd like to remember. Oddly it was my love of history that brought me back to that godforsaken part of the library and oddly enough that was probably why he picked it.

With earbuds in my ears I didn't have that sense to catch onto something that could be going on. All I was concerned about was finding this stupid book so I could compare it. Greek mythology was my favorite class and this assignment was bugging me. There was a certain amount of variance when things were translated so I wanted to see if I could find the story in Greek to clear it up.

Hence back in the part of the library no one ever went to. It was a tiny section and I was rounding a corner to get to it when I froze. What I saw in front of me nearly caused me to drop my phone that was in my hands. I hit the side button accidentally and my phone went black which meant YouTube went dead too.

My breathing sounded in my ears and to be fair they were very quiet. How could something that looked so good be held in like she was doing it. Her back rested uncomfortably against the shelf and her legs were spread to the side, the skirt of her dress hiked up. He was kneeling in front of her with his face buried between her thighs. Her face screamed pleasure but she was restrained.

Not physically.

What I should have done was run and get the fuck out of there. It was an invasion of privacy to be here but at the same time... was it a private moment if they were in fucking public. My body was hidden around the corner and I couldn't help myself; my feet were glued to the floor. He stayed down there forever; my ex boyfriend never did that. She messed up his hair as she got off and he stood and forced his mouth on hers.

"Taste yourself." He mumbled against her lips and my throat went dry.

"Hunter." Her hushed whine caught a chuckle and when she turned and pushed him back against the shelf my eyes widened and I really should have took off. Hunter Jeffries was my history professor. My young and admittedly hot professor all the girls took his class for. Me, it was an added bonus to have an attractive teacher. He was also my current professor that had me coming to this part of the library. She grabbed a condom from the shelf beside him and tucked the wrapper into his front pocket.

Well at least he's safe I guess? This girl wasn't old but she looked too old to be a student; I guess he wasn't a total idiot. This was so wrong. When I turned to move I still couldn't. She held onto the shelf and he slid into her from behind.

She was fiesty though, how were they none concerned with getting caught? Anyone could come back here and he would lose his job; he was risking a whole hell of a lot for what? It was almost as if he could feel my judging aroused eyes on him. He looked back and why couldn't I move? He didn't stop though. He turned her around and she grabbed onto a shelf on the opposite side and I watched him, he watched me. His eyes had began clouding over and he lost himself in her while he kept those sea blues on me.

After that I took off forgetting my book for now. Five minutes later he made his way out and a was stopped by a couple students while the girl slid out of the library unnoticed. He glanced over at my studying and I buried my face in a book.

The next day in class he only spared me a couple glances but he didn't say anything.

Three days later it was like this test. He came into the library and he looked right at me before making his way back to the ignored part of the library with a girl following discreetly behind him. My heart was racing. Part of me wanted to get the fuck out of this place and idiotic part of me got up about ten minutes later and went back there. He wanted me to.

He looked up and smirked before he fucked her and by the looks of it, fucked her good. I was in my final year and I'd had him off and on for all three of them. He was kind, patient and full of humor that may fade. Unlike some of my other classes... people listened to him. He was fair and gave all the opportunities to succeed in my opinion.

The good professor was the same one baiting me into coming here to watch him. My sex life was never like this but it wasn't bad. It was okay, I liked sex but it's been a while. Boys never came before school, nothing did; not even sex. He was invading my mind and here I was being a fucking creep instead of studying. I only had one more term after this and I was done.

So why was I here?

Just like last time he finished with his eyes on me and left with a parting glance. He never said a word about it to me in class but as the next few weeks went on he continued to chance it even though the library filled with studying students.

Sometimes I was too busy to play his game though but I noticed a revolving spree of about four different women. Props to him for keeping it mild I guess? Not that it was any of my concern. He was probably messing with a bunch of other girls like he was with me.

But I doubted it, he would have been in massive amounts of trouble if he had.

Four weeks and I didn't know what the fuck I was doing. Occasionally I would go back there and chance it, he was always waiting for me to do it. Which was very inconvienent when I needed or wanted to find a book back there.

He was in my thoughts and it had nothing to do with his teaching skills. While my roommate was away sometimes I would find myself pulling up the kind of porn I had been seeing in real life. Teachers screwing students on screen made my thoughts go wild and I was sinking to a new low.

He headed back there one day and it had been a few days since I followed. The sex was great but I got the feeling the frequency was to put a show on for a certain person he shouldn't be. When I peeked over there was no one there and now my heart really was racing. When I took a step back I bumped into someone and closed my eyes pretending this wasn't happening. He was about to confront me on these weeks and he should; I shouldn't have been doing it. It was uncommonly perverted for me.

"Eleanor." No one called me that. I've always gone by Nora.

"Hunter." He stepped just a little closer and my body was hyper aware of his body against mine.

"What are you doing all the way back here?" His fingers ran from my wrist and up my arms. Instead of giving him what he wanted I stepped away from him and down the row of books.

"Looking for something." Where the hell was that book I had checked out the first time I came back here? Damn it, find something relevant to your stupid class, Nora.

"Really." He came down the row.

"Yeah, trying to do some research." The annoying part to me was I came back here that day and I did get the book later on, but it didn't give me the answer I wanted. He had been right.

"Mhm. What book are you looking for?" When I told him the title he helped me look for it. Just like before, it was too high and I reached for it. His arm extended though and grabbed it for me and handed it down. When I turned around, I was the one sandwiched between the solid muscle and books. The shelf dug into my back and I couldn't escape him. His arms caged me in and he enjoyed that I looked like a frightened kitten right now.

"Thanks, that's all I needed." But he didn't move. He leaned down and his lips were so close. I closed my eyes and he leaned farther so his lips grazed my ear.

"And who's going to translate that for you?" But he didn't say it in English. Greek isn't a common language around here and I imagined him saying all those dirty things to me in Greek and I groaned when his lips made contact on my neck.

"No one."

"Mhm." His tongue licked and he sucked on my neck. My nails were going to break if I kept digging them into the book. When he bit me I dropped the damn thing and his lips crashed into mine and I squealed as he slid his tongue down my throat and his erection dug into my stomach.

Oh my god we couldn't be doing this.

He would get fired and everyone would think I was sleeping with him for my grades. I put my hands on his chest to push him away but my hands fisted in his shirt instead. It's been months since I had sex and it was shitty because the relationship had died and the sex went with it. He lifted my leg and pushed his erection between my thighs as he went back to attacking my neck. When I moaned loudly he pulled back and put a finger over my lips.

"Shh." Oh my good. He was pressed tightly to me and I wanted these fucking clothes off. Part of me wanted to run and the other part wanted to rip his shirt open. Flight was taking over. I put a hand on his chest and extended my hand so he had to take a step back.

I slid down slowly to pick up the book and my face was right in front of his bulging crotch. When I went to walk away he wrapped his arms around me from behind and when he went for my neck again I was the one to push him against the shelf.

He let me for a minute before turning me and he pressed his fingers against my clit through my leggings and I bit my lip to hold in any noise. His breath was harsh as he touched me and the longer I remained quiet the better he got. His hand slid down into them and he hiked one leg up to give him better access. My head fell back against the shelf and he kissed my chest as he fingered me in the fucking library.

He was my current professor; this was so wrong.

He had me dripping and when I was close I leaned forward and I bit him, hard. He tensed when I bit his chest before pulling my head up by my hair. He put one hand over my mouth as he watched me come for him.

"Good girl," For what? Coming that hard? Letting him in my pants? Being quiet? Probably all of the above. His hand came out and he held his fingers up to my mouth. "Suck them clean." His fingers passed my lips and I cleaned them off for him before licking my arousal from his palm. After he kissed me and groaned as he tasted me.

"Oh my god." I couldn’t believe that I let that happen.

"I can make you scream that somewhere else." No doubt.

"Oh my god, you're my fucking professor... we can't be doing this." I grabbed my book again and he was still standing there.

"We just did and I'll still be just as harsh on your papers as I always am. No that you're going to get anything less than an A; you never do."

"Because I study, not because I sleep with my teachers." How could I be that stupid?

"Yes, but don't forget that you were the one who came back here. No one forced you to." He was right and I didn't scurry the fuck out of here as soon as he came up behind me. It's what I should have done.

"I needed the book." He raised a brow and looked at the story in my hand.

"That books in Greek." Which wasn't a problem for me. Greek was my primary language and it was obvious it was his second.

"So?" It was an extensive class on Greek history.

"You're telling me that you're intentionally trying to read a book written exclusively in Greek?" But he didn't say that in English either.

"My Greek is better than yours, maybe I can teach you a thing or two." And I didn't say that in English either. He was clearly surprised.

"I'm impressed."

"I've only lived here for six years." My father was from the United States and after seven years of being divorced they decided to get remarried; this time we moved here. My High School years were spent here and I hated it.

"Well when you feel like teaching me a couple things let me know."

"Yeah, after the number of girls I wouldn't trust that. Plus, do you have a habit of sleeping with your students?" His dick had been too many questionable places.

"Wow. No, I've never felt the urge to sleep with a student until now and clearly she's a little more of a bitch than anticipated. I'm clean, thanks." Ouch.

"Lashing out because I said no? Classy." And we were fucking fighting now. Jesus Christ.

"You weren't saying no when you were spreading those thighs for me." Chests heaving and the both of us angry now. He was right and when I pushed him he pulled me with him and he crashed back against the shelf and I into him.

"You would be fucking feisty in bed, I like a girl who can take charge." So bloody confusing.

"You'll never know." This time I left the book and walked away.

"We'll see." No, no more of this. This was going to get me suspended and him fired and that wasn't worth it. Sure he looked good in the stacks and I'm sure he would be the kind of man who let me get rough with him as I rode him; unlike my ex. My ex felt like he had to be on top because he was a man; he was dull. Hunter was far from dull but he was dangerous and the last time I played with fire I got burned. He was a raging house fire and I only had a bucket worth of water. He would consume me and fucking ruin me.

But I found after that, he was all I could think about and it was a problem. I had less than a month left until the term was over and finals would be coming up soon. Nothing was going to get in the way of my grades; not even him. So I went to the library and kept my eyes on my work and put him out of my mind.

I only noticed him when he started making rounds around the library one day. He did this all the time when we were getting towards the end. He would go into the library and seek out some of the students in his class and talk to them for five minutes about their projects and move onto another student. Sometimes students would seek him out; I had once in my first year.

So I shouldn't have been surprised when he moved onto me but my palms started to sweat and my throat went dry. He stood behind me and leaned down. His breath was on the back of my neck and I got goosebumps.

"How have you been getting along all by yourself?" Why did that feel like he wasn't talking about my project?

"Just fine, thanks." My voice was soft and he chuckled lightly.

"Getting bored with me after so many... classes?" Yeah, he wasn't talking about school. To anyone else this would look like what I saw of him with every other student he talked to.

"Variety is always a good thing. Not the same old boring lesson." And I was baiting him now. What the hell was I doing?

"How about you show me your research and your points. Show me what some variety looks like." I brought up my paper and he actually looked it over before his arms reach around me to move the page down. He pulled up the internet and tyled in 'sex in a library.' They were mostly tame and he kept scrolling until he found a girl half naked with a shirtless guy who had his hands on her breasts and her pushed against the shelf.

"Pretty standard point there don't you think?"

"But it's a very good and important point." Next he added oral as the first word. "Don't you think these points would be more effective?" So many explicit pictures that did arouse me. The girl on her knees or the one of her on all fours taking it from behind.

"Maybe I'll concede and say this one right here could be a stronger argument." The idea of being forced on all fours instead of just being bent over worked better for me.

"Are there any other points you don't think are strong enough?" No one was paying us any attention and I typed in something this time.

"Maybe, the original argument seems a little too... singular." I scrolled through all the photos of two women and found one of a girl riding one cock and sucking the other.

"I see. Sometimes you don't want to over complicate the point though. You don't need to go overboard every time." His fingers trailed up my arm when he leaned back and I held my breath.

"No, but as we both agreed; variety helps."

"Yes it does. Have a good day Miss. Grant." He escaped to the restroom first before continuing to make his rounds to other students. I looked up when he came near me again but he didn't come over. Another guy came in and Hunter, as I've heard him called too many times now, whispered something in his ear and the guy headed to the back of the library.

No he wasn't. He looked at me and took a couple steps backwards before turning and following back there. Not too long after the girl I had seen the first time followed. This was something I couldn't resist. Unlike every other time, he wasn't the one on his knees. She was and his friend was laying underneath her on the ground.

Oh my god, someone could come and see. Clothes were all still pretty much on but still. He was a fucking freak and maybe I was a little jealous of the girl there. All my fantasies were colliding and I wanted so badly to be in the middle of that. Why couldn't he be anyone else, anyone but a professor? If I'm honest with myself, that was part of the allure of it all.

At night I could still feel his hands on me and it caused more than a couple sleepless nights and cold showers. Now what I was watching in front of me was straight from a hot porno. Sure I was a book nerd and a little anti social but that didn't mean that privately I wasn't a little bit... open? Willing? Experimental?

I kept watch for them so they wouldn't have to stop what they were up to. It looked erotic and enticing. Hunter lsid down on the ground so he would be the only one facing me and she was forced down on all fours. Before she slid onto him she rolled a condom down his cock and the other guy who looked like melting milk chocolate pushed on her back and I've never witnessed anal sex but she seemed into it. It seemed unpleasant and too ick for me but who was I to judge when I was creeping around the library to watch my history professor screw some chick.

He called the other guy after our little internet research and It had the desired effect on me. She was having a hard time keeping quiet this time and hunter had to put a hand over her mouth like he did to me a few weeks ago.

That's how sex should be in my opinion; loud.

It shouldn't be shy or uncomfortable. You should be going crazy with what your partner is doing to you. They both stretched her and took turns thrusting forward. He captured her breasts in his mouth and I could practically see her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She was one fucking lucky woman right now.

He was watching me and I decided to put on a little show for him too. I slid my hand down my leggings and used this as real life porn.

Yes I was a girl and fucking loved porn.

He closed his eyes and groaned when I did it and his eyes kept darting between her and I. This was something in fantasies and it shouldn't be able to be real; it should be illegal. It probably was. When I came I looked down at him and I could tell he had a hard time holding his load, he barely made it for her to get off a second fucking time and I smirked and walked away. I. had. Fucking. Issues.

He did his rounds again and slowly made his way to me so I packed up my shit and got the fuck out of there. I rushed to my room and was thankful to be alone. I put a pillow over my mouth and fucking screamed. The library is where I should be and I had studying to do but all I could think of doing was going right back up to him and pulling him back there my damn self. He was trying and succeeding in seducing his damn student. Why was he so hot?

Instead of dwelling on it I took sleeping pills and crashed for the night.

When I woke up the next morning and saw the time I was fucked. My rough draft was do today and I slept through his god damn class. First I banged my head against my pillow and second I cursed myself for being so stupid. Then I thought about avoiding him and going in next class and begging him not to dock me points.

Assignments were strictly do at the beginning of class but I got my ass out of bed and headed over there anyways in hopes that if I brought it same day, I would still be okay. If he didn't give me the full points I hoped he would at least give me some.

Students were leaving when I got there and I felt like a fucking idiot for having to do this. This wasn't one of those 'I'll do anything for my grade' porno moments because I wouldn't. If he didn't accept my apology and assignment I would take that. I meant what I said and wouldn't stoop to this.

"Well looks like someone decided to finally show up. Assignment was due today." Teacher mode, I could deal with that. Sure I never really pissed off teachers or disappointed them... but I could handle professional.

"I fell asleep last night and forgot to set my alarms. It was my mistake and I'm not making excuses but I hoped that if I brought it at the end of class you would still accept it or at least part of it. If not, I'll accept that." He stared at me for a minute and gestured for me to come closer to him.

"And I believe that but I have rules for a reason. I've seen kids skipping classes to finish work they shouldn't have procrastinated on." Kids. And that's how he should see me, damn it.

"If it makes a difference I had it finished last week." He held out a hand and gestured for me to sit in front of his desk. He took it and read through it. "I can show you the timestamp on my laptop for the last time it was edited. I haven't touched it for five days." Anything if he would just accept the damn paper. He's done it before but it was rare. I've never been late on an assignment before.

"I'll take it this time... but only because you have never missed a deadline in three years and that is the only reason. Finals are tough and I can understand sleeping in, I've been late to classes a handful of times because of it too." Making it clear it wasn't because of whatever happened in the library.

"Thank you. This is the only time this will happen."

"Well there's only five classes left so I hope that's true. Make sure your alarms are active, Eleanor." His eyes drifted lower for a second and he looked back up at me with this heated stare. Images of yesterday flashed in my mind and If I was a little less controlled I would have thrown myself at him.

"Nora, I don't go by Eleanor." Not since I was maybe five.

"Hm, I think I like Eleanor I better and I'm going to stick with it. Variety is important." My throat dried and I looked around the room "I don't have another class for an hour." Why didn't that sound purely informative.

"And you're still my teacher."

"For twelve more days." That was still twelve days away.

"And until you post my final grade for the term. Sorry Mr. Jeffries but my opinion is unchanged. Plus, I'm not into one night stands; they're a little trashy for my taste." For me personally, if you're okay with casual sex then go for it, I'm not that kind of girl.

"Doesn't have to be one night, with you it wouldn't be possible."

"Are you going to change your mind about my paper if I walk away from you right now?" He shook his head.

"Now that would be asking for a sexual harassment lawsuit and a termination. Plus it's just plain wrong." Well at least he knew that.

"Bye Mr. Jeffries." I would say he's asking for a sexual harassment suit but I couldn't do that when it wasn't fully unwanted and I wasn't horrified.

"Until next time, Eleanor." He stood and walked behind me as I left innocently.

"Stop." He was too fucking close and I shouldn't be this clouded when he was this close. To be honest, I was actually okay with a one night stand with him if I could trust I wouldn't catch something awful from all the people he's been with.

"I'm being polite, I was simply going to open the door for you."

"Mhm." Doubtful. Before I left he wrapped an arm around my waist to stop me for a second.

"You're equally ad frustrating to me, Eleanor. I've never slept with a student or even wanted to and now that you're in front of me and taste so sweet; it infuriates me that I'm always thinking about being between those thighs. I like a girl with thick thighs and I could get lost between them. You have baited me as much as I have you though. You kept coming back, you kept following to watch and you played along yesterday. You're not innocent in this and I want you so badly I have to settle for them because I'm so fucking hard all the time. It's unbearable having you in class and it's irritating. I've worked hard for this job and that first day in the library was supposed to be a one time thing. But your lips are so full and your breasts felt incredible against me. I know it's wrong but I want to take you on my desk right now." God I loved when he talked in Greek.

Instead of replying I opened the door myself and walked out and right back to my room to take care of this little, well big, issue that was fucking throbbing in my cunt. I needed a cock in me and I needed it now or I would lose my mind.

It was wrong but for the next few classes I baited him more. My dresses got a little shorter and my shirts just a bit lower. My shorts were tight and I wore the skimpy summer shirts I owned. It wasn't just me, we were having a heat wave and everyone was dressing down a bit. His jaw would tense when I came into class but he was careful about letting glances linger.

But I managed to keep him out of my head enough to study for my finals and feel confident as I took them. There wasn't a single one I was nervous about and I was pretty sure I was going to ace all my classes. My reward to myself was curling up in the library with my favorite book written in Greek; my roommate was um... celebrating, the end of finals with her boyfriend and it looked like it would be a long night. This place was deserted, everyone was out partying in celebration for making it through yet another term and I was being my usual anti-social self.

"Congratulations." Hunter was standing there looking at the book title.

"On?"

"Your A in my class. The grade is finalized." I'm sure to him there was a reason for that. He seemed to think that because of that I was going to what? That something was going to change?

"Thanks." He grabbed something out of his pocket and put it on top of my page I was reading.

"I haven't slept with anyone the last time. That Is for you and you can make a decision based on that. I'm no longer your teacher." This time he left. The folded up paper was an STI test that showed he was clean. He was serious about this and that made me back up. It was all fun and games and this wasn't supposed to be a thing.

So I decided to go out to a bar and celebrate with my roommate the next night. This was proof that I had aced at least one of my classes. After next term the celebrations would be different and we would be moving on from this place. Maybe I needed a normal night out.

We went to a club where we danced and drank more than I reasonably should have. Men weren't in short supply of pick up lines and I was too drunk when I fell for one and found myself outside with his tongue down my throat and his hand up my shirt. Damn It felt good, he wasn't sloppy and I needed to get some of this sexual frustration out.

He was unbuttoning his pants when I asked the very important question.

"Do you have a condom?" Because I sure as fuck didn't plan for this.

"Aren't you on birth control. Like, all girls are." First I had to put a hand on his chest so I wouldn't sway and then I patted it and walked past him.

"Hell no." When he went to stop me Angela's boyfriend stopped him and we headed to the twenty four hour diner with some friends for burgers. That was a genius plan on their part, it was always busy here. Up early for classes? Diner. Out late? Diner. Want lunch? Diner.

"Did you sleep with that guy?" Angela asked and I shook my head.

"No glove no love, man." She giggled at the joke that wasn't really a joke and her boyfriend had to steady her as we walked into the place.

"I have gloves baby if you want to come home with me tonight." Ah good old Derek who was also Angela's brother; ew.

"I'm not drunk enough for that." Yes I was but Angela wouldn't let me be drunk enough for that.

"Derek stop being a perv, you're taking her home tonight remember?" Ah yes. She was thankfully kicking her boyfriends roommate out for the night instead of leaving me outside on my drunk ass.

"Fine, I'll be good. I hate when you trust me with things." He was a horn dog but he was the responsible one out of that twinship. "What if she comes onto me?" He wiggled his brows and I giggled.

"Well then be safe and stay out of my bed." She left later with him and Derek brought me back to my dorm. If I was wearing heels I would have broken an ankle by now. The stupid sidewalk was uneven and I was a little uncoordinated.

"Derek." I whispered when we got to my dorm and I kissed him when he looked at me.

"Are you coming onto me?" He asked and I nodded. It's been so long and I needed him, I needed a guy I could trust wasn't going to give me something. He was drunk and I was far too drunk to deny myself now. He pressed me against the building and I fumbled around for my keys, when I couldn't find them he suggested his place.

We were heading across campus, his hands all over my and mine weren't innocent either. When I looked over I stopped when I saw him leaving the building where his classroom was. He stopped and Derek slid his hand up my shirt and urged me to keep walking. I could see the slight anger and he shook his head before walking the other way.

Why did that feel so bad and why did I feel so guilty?

After that my mood died a little bit and I went back to his room but I didn't sleep with him. I told him I wasn't feeling good and you should know better than to have sex drunk while you feel like throwing up. So I crashed in his boxers and t-shirt and curled up in his bed.

The next morning was awful and It appeared as if I did the walk of shame when I stole his clothes and went back to my dorm stopping at the diner for greasy food and coffee on my way. Life hated me and I bumped into him while he was leaving.

"Eleanor." He walked past me and I sighed and headed after him.

"I have a question about my grade." He slowed his pace when he realized we were in public and frowned.

"You passed and I'm sure you scored fine in your other class."

"Actually I failed that one, sorry to disappoint you." He stopped, I walked away. It wasn't his business but I felt like crap none the less. It's not like we were dating and it wasn't as if I cheated on him. After that I got my stuff and Angela was thrilled to see me, well she was happy to see the food.

We stayed in that day and when she wanted to go out again I decided to stay in with a book. I refused to let him take my favorite place away from me so I wondered around the stacks and found myself In the history section curled up with a blanket and my book. No one would bother me back here and unless he decided to screw someone else than I would be safe.

It's amazing how that turned from rousing to bitterness.

When I heard footsteps I looked up to see him in sweats and a t-shirt with a book.

"Hunter." His steps faltered but he came and sat next to me anyways.

"Moving in?" He joked and I shrugged. No one was in here and sometimes I liked to bring a huge blanket and pillow and sit here for hours.

"Sometimes I fall asleep in here, the librarian will call for me if I'm not gone at close. One time she forgot and I slept in here all night." All the librarian's in here liked me and so no one actually said anything about it.

"That's actually really cute." In sweats and a t-shirt he looked just like any man. Not a teacher and not some sex god who was good at screwing girls. Just like any boy I would meet on campus. He was in his late twenties but he didn't look it.

"Shut up." Everyone thought I was weird and compliments made me uncomfortable. I was just a short awkward introvert who could be thinner if I didn't like cookies so much. Well I loved all sweets; baking was a big passion of mine.

"What are you reading?" My book was hugged to my chest.

"Pride and Prejudice, what about you?" What did the good professor spend his spare time reading?

"Stephen King." There was no one around, I looked. With total secrecy I lifted my blanket and pushed over a container with cookies in it.

"You're such a sneak." He took a cookie and we sat in silence and read for hours. At closing time the librarian announced it and I sighed but packed up my stuff.

"I've never seen someone who can read like I do. Do you want to meet tomorrow? I'll sneak in some food. Librarian's don't question teachers. It's a bribe." I folded up my blankets and tucked them into the little corner where there was a gap in the shelves. "Sneaky." I left my book there too and he set his with mine.

"Don't you need that?" He shook his head

"I've started another one that's at home and I'll be back tomorrow to read it."

"Seriously? Me too." No one else I've ever met does that. With so many books to read in college a lot of people are too sick of it to read for pleasure or choice.

"I like that." This was a complete change of pace and maybe, well I don't know why he was doing it but it was throwing me off.

"Thanks." She flashed the lights at me and we headed out but before we could enter the main area he grabbed my hand to stop me. Once I looked at him he gently gripped my chin and he was sweet when he kissed me. His didn't put his tongue between my teeth and it only lasted two seconds.

We headed out together and while she was searching for me he escaped through the door before she could see him.

"There you are honey." She smiled at me and wove her arm around mine.

"Sorry, I couldn't put down the book."

"What are you reading?" She turned off the lights and I waited with her.

"Pride and Prejudice." She laughed as we headed outside.

"And how many times have you read it?" She knew me well over the years I've been here.

"A few. Thanks for not looking for me, I like being hidden away here in peace. You're the best."

"You should try going on a date sweetheart. You're a beautiful, bright and smart young lady and any man would be lucky to have you."

"You sound like my mother. Actually, I think my mother is anticipating me dying an old maid." I'm 99 percent sure my grandmother think's I'm a lesbian. Boys never came home to meet the family and I never talked about them.

"Well maybe you're like Elizabeth and just need a nice older gentleman who can appreciate you properly. Just made sure that if he comes across as a jerk at first you make sure that he really is a great guy deep down and loves you. You'll find him one day; you're too much of a sweetheart not to."

"Okay mom." She gave me a hug and I headed to my dorm.

"I'll see you in a couple days." Her days off, I would miss her.

The next day I checked my grades, baked brownies and headed to the library early with nachos. I had to wait for someone to ask for help and dart to the back of the library so she didn't see me sneaking in food. There was about three hours before I heard footsteps and this time he had pizza with him.

"How did you get that in here?" They always forced you to throw away any food they caught you with and he waltzes in with pizza.

"How did you get that in here." My empty container of nachos showed my guilt.

"They love me here." There's been a couple instances where I've been allowed to sneak some food in here. When I'm here late after being kick out of my room for instance.

"Are your grades all posted?" He sat beside me and I pushed some of the large blanket over. He sat close to me and put his book on his lap. This whole break had been wonderful and I wasn't thrilled about starting up classes all over again. This was the last time though and I could and would get through it.

It was just to the point where I was ready to be done.

"Passed them all."

"I'm not surprised but congratulations. You're almost there." It wasn't too long ago where he was right where I was either, I'm sure that trama doesn't just fade away easily.

"How old are you?" I blurted that one out. It's been bothering me that I had no idea how old this guy was who has been in my damn clothes.

"Well that's a little rude, do I ask you your age?" Twenty-two. He could be ten years older than me for all I knew.

"Hunter." He rolled his eyes and grabbed his book.

"I'm about to be thirty." Eight years difference, was that a problem? Was it wrong that I didn't care.

"How long did it take you to get through school?" That seemed like a lot of schooling.

"It should have taken about twelve to fourteen, I did it a little quicker and had two years of college before graduating high school. I should just be getting out of school."

"You need that much to work here?" He shook his head and took one of my brownies.

"No, you need that much for a PhD though. I did a fast track for mine and it was hell but I got it done. What do you want to do?" And he was going to completely skip over the fact that he had a PhD?

"What is it in?"

"What do you want to do after next term?" He pushed but I didn't know. "Ancient Histories now your turn." He caved first when I didn't answer.

"I don't know what I want to do, I just know I love history. I've thought about a museum but I think I need more school for that." He nodded but said nothing else, only grabbed his book. We read for a good hour before I caught him putting his down out of the corner of his eye.

"Does my age bother you?" The fact that he had a good eight years on me? He was older than my brothers by far and I always had thought they were old.

"Not really, no." Edna's words went through my head from when we walked out of the library the other day. Maybe I just need to raise my age expectation and they'll be past the partying and sleeping around stage. Obviously the man beside me wasn't and I wasn't ready for that shit, but she was still right for someday.

"I’m just going to take a chance here." What? He leaned down a little bit and I was a little bit frozen and a little bit breathless.

"Take it." Did I say that out loud? He put a hand on the back of my neck and pulled me as he leaned to kiss me. He was so controlled unlike last time and it was frustrating. He teased my tongue and I groaned as he kept pulling it away to do it again. He chuckled when he did it again and I found myself up on my knees to push myself closer to him. He wrapped his arms around me and this time he stopped fucking around.

When I climbed into his lap he pulled my knee and me closer creating a little big of friction between us. My hands slid up his shirt and he stopped them.

"I'm not here for this, Eleanor." Wasn't he? But other than a quick kiss he hasn't made a single move on me the last week. But I wanted it, I wanted him.

I kissed his neck and sank my teeth into his flesh and he pulled me closer.

"But I need it, I need you." It's been to fucking long since my ex and I was sexually frustrated and way too turned on. Was it wrong to sleep with him? Probably but I didn't care.

"I'm still your teacher for-"

"Don't care. It's been two years Hunter, I need you." Calling him that was still odd for me and he laid me back and we tangled up in the blanket. He got it lose enough and he hovered over me while he kissed me.

"That's a long time, I think I can help with that." The bulge in his sweatpants agreed with the both of us.

"Have you slept with anyone else since-" He was already shaking his head.

"No. I had different hopes." He pushed the blankets off and I kicked my slippers off and he kneeled between my legs and I lifted my hips for him to pull my pants off. I looked to the side expecting someone to be there and my heart was racing. Without the blanket I was exposed.

"Hm, how's that working out for you?" He grinned as he kissed the inside of my thigh.

"I don't know, let me know." He didn't give much warning before he buried his face between my thighs and his tongue was like a fucking whirlwind down there. He didn't rush it either, he got comfortable and I had to keep my teeth in the area between my thumb and pointer finger or I would scream. He slid a finger inside me and rubbed the inside of my walls while his other hand spread my pussy open and he licked and sucked.

Before, if I didn't finish in a couple minutes he was done, not Hunter. He groaned as my thighs squeezed around him and he lead my hands to his head. He didn't protest when I shoved his face down, when I grinded my pussy against his face or when I pulled his hair. He got air when he needed it but he didn't fucking stop. As he licked my cunt I came all over his fingers and tongue and he kept licking until I could shove his face away from me.

"I'd love to hear you whimper and cry when I force you to come on my tongue again." I've only actually came from oral sex a handful of times. Like I had seen before, he forced me to taste myself on his lips. He got off on it.

My toes dug into the band of his sweats and I skillfully pushed them down his legs and took a glance at his ass; it was pretty nice. He had to kick them off and I wrapped my legs around him to pull him into me.

"Well you can still get me off again." And again, and again.

"I want to see more of you first." He only moved aside necessary clothes before. None of the girls had been topless.

"No, if someone comes back here I don't want to be laying here fucking naked."

"If someone comes back here we're already screwed. What are you going to say is happening? Just changing pants?" He pushed my shirt up and I sat up so he could take that and a sports bra off. It's been a long time since I've been naked with someone let alone so exposed. Towards the end of my relationship it was just sex and done. No playing around, he barely even looked at me.

"Well then I want yours gone too." He tensed when I grabbed his t-shirt and he stopped my hands.

"Just don't ask, okay? I don't make a habit of being shirtless." He mumbled and when I pulled it off I could see the scars. There was a thick one that ran down the center of his chest and I wanted to ask but I didn't.

He tensed once more when I ran my fingers down it. It wasn't his only scar and to me at least it looked like maybe old burns scattered on his body. I kissed his chest and I could feel his heart racing under my lips.

"My turn." He laid be back down and he played with my nipples and more than once had to put a hand over my mouth, being quiet was so fucking inconvenient. Fooling around in the back of the library was hot and thrilling; I just hated being quiet. It's been so long since I felt the want to be vocal and now that I was in this situation I just wanted to be anywhere else that was more private.

"Please stop playing around."

"But you're just so fun to play with, Eleanor." He grinned as he thrust two fingers inside me and I groaned. Not exactly what I wanted there right at this moment; maybe later.

"Nora." He shook his head.

"Nope, Eleanor."

"You're never going to call me Nora are you?" He shook his head again and he removed his hand and licked those two fingers.

"Never." He kissed my neck before sliding into me and holy damn that felt good. Two years was too long and I didn't want him to ever fucking stop. It's been ten seconds and I wanted to ride him for the next five days if I could.

"Oh dear god, about time. Yes." He shushed me and I jerked my hips as he thrust forward and he groaned lowly into my lips. This was what sex should feel like, not a quick five minutes and done. I didn't even get off half the time and he didn't care.

"Fuck, Eleanor." I scratched the fuck out of his back. It was either that or I screamed his name and I don't think the latter would have been the best choice. He pushed harder and I welcomed him. Oddly enough, I didn't feel uncomfortable right now being so exposed. We were tangled up in the blankets and it just felt good in every way right now; just everything.

Panting and skin against skin His chest rubbed against mine as he pushed down and forward, pulled back. He put in all the work and he didn't seem to mind. His eyes clouded over as he lost himself in me too. This was months of sexual tension between us now, months of him tormenting me with what I couldn't have; well what I wouldn't let myself have.

And now that I had him inside of me I was going to fucking lose my mind.

"Oh god, shit. Yes, don't fucking stop." He was maybe a bit surprised when I was about to come already. My legs wrapped around him and I wanted to close my eyes and enjoy it; he wouldn't let me though. He made me look right fucking at him so I knew just who was getting me off this quickly for the first time in my life. He didn't even need five minutes with me and I was coming apart.

He put his hand over my mouth again when I slipped and moaned and that high never crashed down. He kept going and my body was more than willing to continue to accept him. He brushed his fingers over my nipples and sucked on my neck. His cock owned me right now and I watched his breaths get labored and his chest as he panted above me.

His arms flexed as he held himself up and I was a sucker for some nice arms. The upper part of his arms were covered in ink and I wanted to spend time laying beside him memorizing them. He hypnotized me, he was so hot from my view and only after I started to come again did he let himself go.

My legs wrapped even tighter this time and I jerked to try and ride his cock with him balls deep inside of me. God I felt him coming, his release and It got me hot all over again.

"Shit." He was panting above me and only now did it occur to me as to why I never remember that before; because I was never fucking stupid like this before.

"Shit," Him too. "I am so fucking sorry." Oh my god.

"I'm on birth control." Those words have never felt like such a victory before. He sighed in relief and I was right there with him. He nodded and rolled beside me which left me confused as what I should be doing right now. He pulled me against his chest and I dared to run my fingers over his scar. He let out a shaky breath and put his hand over mine.

"I've never had someone do that." Professor or not, PhD or not; he was still just a guy. I admit it's really hot to say that I slept with my professor though.

"I can stop." He shook his head and he ran his thumb over my class ring.

"I don't want to stop." He looked down at my naked upper half and a thrill went up my spine.

"Me neither."

"I told you that this wasn't what I came for, I didn't even bring condoms." The lights cut off in the building and I scrambled to find my phone; it was ten minutes after closing.

"Shit, I think we just got ourselves locked in here." We both wanted to eat food so Edna didn't see us come in.

"I can call someone to come unlock the door." He reached for his phone and I put my hand on his shoulder.

"And explain to someone why you're locked in here with a student?" Who now probably had a mark on her neck and no hairbrush to fix her hair after pretty great sex.

"Right."

"Only one of us is making it out of here so if you want to go, go." Not the first time I've slept in the library before.

"I'm not leaving you here alone. You know," He yanked me back down on top of him "I can find a lot of ways to distract you with no one here; shit." He was so naked it was glorious.

"Yeah, why don't you do that." He pushed my hair out of my face when I leaned down and kissed him. I wondered how his recovery time was.

"Eleanor." He groaned, I liked hearing my name like that. I've only ever heard a guy call me Nora in bed and I wasn't hating my first name right now.

"Hunter." He sighed

"Hunter is my middle name because I always hated the name Edwin," Edwin? He frowned when I smiled "What?"

"It's just so, cute." A little dorky but there was nothing wrong with that.

"Shut up." I shook my head as I leaned down and my hair was like a curtain around us as I teased him this time. When he wanted to take it further than a kiss I teased him with a little tongue and pulled back. His wrists were pinned under my hands and he growled in frustration but I didn't let him get me under him.

"Edwin." He tried to continue to kiss me and I pulled away. About a half hour recovery time and his erection was raging between my thighs.

"You're infuriating." He mumbled when I gently ran my lips over his and pulled away.

"I don't have a fancy paper like you do but I got checked after my ex-boyfriend and I'm clean, if I wasn't I would have told you already." At least the bastard didn't cheat and give me something.

"Glad to know." I pushed myself up a little and Gripped his erection.

"Eleanor." He moaned as I touched him and I didn't fucking care right now.

"Edwin, I'm trusting you; do you trust me?" He touched the patch on my skin and nodded. It's not like I needed a pill or I hid the birth control; it was clear on my skin and it was up to him.

"Oh fuck, there you go." Slowly I lowered myself and took his cock. I dipped and pulled back, down and back up until my thighs burned. "Fuck me baby." I took him again and stopped.

"Don't call me baby." He smiled, he wasn't mad. Instead he called me princess in Greek.

"Talk to me in Greek." He pulled my hair so I leaned down.

"Would that turn you on, princess?" Hell yeah it would.

"Yes." He told me to ride his cock and how good it felt for me to fuck him. With every dirty thing he said to me in Greek I rode him harder. Even when my knees cramped and protested I pushed on. He called me all sorts of dirty names and reminded me how fucking bad I was for fucking my professor.

With the building closed I let loose. My nails scratched down his chest as I rubbed my cunt against him and this time he got to lay back and enjoy the ride. My breasts bounced and occasionally I would lean down for him to suck on them. I couldn't tell you the last time I was this wet, this turned on.

"Come on my cock princess, come all fucking over it." Again.

"Edwin! Yes, fucking yes. God your cock is amazing." He was amazing.

"Say my name again." He grunted and pulled me down.

"Edwin." He thrust his hips up and I cried out for him.

"Come for me." He was patient and I was vocal.

"Edwin, god yes!" My body jerked as my orgasm took control of me but he didn't finish. As soon as I was done he pushed on my hips so I would move and he stood up, pulling me with him.

"What are you-" He shoved me forward into the shelf and pulled my hips back.

"I highly recommend you hold onto the shelf Eleanor." I gripped for dear life as he fucked me from behind. His hand taking no mercy on my clit while he fucked me hard, damn.

"Harder." When he slammed into me and pinched my clit I faltered and was pushed into the shelf fully. My breasts were up against the books and he had some fucking leg strength to keep going in such an odd position. He spread my legs this time and his hand kept going too.

"You were being a dirty little slut in here weren't you. Is this what you fucking wanted? You wanted me to take you back here and take your pussy, you wanted me to fuck you? What did you imagine when you touched yourself."

"This, I imagined this or being fucked by you and your friend; that scene fucking haunts me and caused me to wake up dripping."

"Well then beg me to come again. God, you're such a fucking freak and I love it." This time he came before I did, he couldn't help it and feeling his hot semen inside me and his body pressed against, I got off on it too. He held me to him when my knees gave out and I was gasping for air.

"Holy shit." He was all Mr. In charge, but he also cared.

"Let's get you laying down." My knees protested me and I laid back on the smaller blanket and he laid down beside me and pulled it up to our waist.

"That was amazing." He ran his fingers over my hip and I looked over at him as he gazed at my body.

"You're beautiful. How did I not see this all those years? It was like as soon as I saw you back here everything changed about you. I tried not to think too much on it because I got fucking erections trying to teach. Those short fucking shorts you wore and low tops; it was a dirty move." His fingers trailed into the valley between my breasts.

"It's a good thing though. You shouldn't have seen me like this; you still shouldn't... but I'm glad for tonight." He leaned over and kissed me and nothing else.

"You're a little young for me but I can't help myself." His hand did venture and I found him on top of me again which of course, ended with me screaming his name.

"Thanks, it's been a long time for me." He didn't hide his chest from me and when I touched his scar again he wasn't phased.

"What time does the library open?" It was late by now and I set an alarm for a half hour before they would be here.

"Eight."

"Come home with me in the morning." Those words slipped from his mouth and he hesitated but he stood by them.

"Excuse me?" He continued to run his fingers through my hair and I tensed being so close to him right now. Come home with him? Was he fucking serious?

"I'll make you breakfast and keep you in bed. It's the last weekend before we both have to suffer through another new term; stay with me." He was losing it.

"Uh, I think you're insane." This was a fun night but if I fucking went home with him... I wasn't trying to get him fired or me kicked out of school.

"Probably but I haven't got enough of you yet. It's just the weekend and we can go back to being boring on Monday." That sounded a little better.

"I'll decide in the morning." Right now I was sore and exhausted. Plus I was sweaty and needed a shower but it wasn't really an option. So instead I curled up in the blankets with him and we fell asleep. In the morning we slept through open because someone forgot to turn their alarm on.

"Shit. It's eleven. Get up." He shot up and I looked for my fucking clothes. My heart raced as I expected to see someone there to catch us. He pulled his clothes on and I folded and tossed the blanket in the corner along with my book.

"You can bring it over." He mumbled as he set his down with me and I eyed the library.

"Or I can steal one of yours." Fuck it. What inds of reckless things have I ever done and would I regret it more if I did go... or if I didn't?

"Would you like to drive yourself or come with me?" It was almost noon on campus, I was going to go with I don't know. Sneaking around this like was terrifying.

"How far away do you live?"

"Half hour." If he didn't live right off campus I could maybe drive there.

"I'll take a shower and meet you there. Um, let me see your phone." He handed it over and I put my number in there. "Text me the address." He looked at it curiously.

"And are you going to show up or will I get a text with you backing out?" Both were possibilities.

"I'll be there." He left first and when I walked towards the front I saw that they had a sign put out saying that this part of the library was closed. When I walked to the main part Edna and I made eye contact and she looked over to the door where Edwin was leaving. Calling him that was so odd.

"Nora." She gave me some kind of tone and my face heated.

"Edna." I stopped and we looked at each other for a minute before she shrugged.

"Mr. Darcy." Was all she said and she winked at me before I scurried out of there. She knew and she didn't care. I went home and took a shower and grabbed a small bag before heading out and following my phone's British navigation voice to his place. For some reason I expected him to live in an apartment; this was a house.

He opened the door before I even got the chance to knock and In the end I didn't just spend one weekend there; but that's another story.

Number Three

Cari & Kylen

(It's Cari as in Car-ee)

I only had to work a half day today before getting a long weekend and my wife was thrilled about it. She wanted to do something special for twenty ninth birthday. She had sent the kids to my parents for the weekend and told me she had a surprise for me.

So when I got home she had lunch ready for me and a little cake that she had made herself.

"Happy birthday, love." She spoke as she sat in my lap and kissed me. Cari was never shy; she was as forward as I was.

"Thanks for lunch." She picked up the fork and held it to my mouth; I loved chocolate cake.

"You're welcome. I just wanted to find a way to make today special." Her tone was suggestive; at least I really hoped that it was.

"And what's going to make it special?" I asked her and she rolled her hips a little bit, enough for me to get the idea and a slight erection at the thought.

"Can you be patient?" Her lips lingered close to mine and she brushed them side to side, pulling away when I tried to kiss her; so this was how tonight was going to go.

"I can be as patient as you want me to be baby." But instead of being patient my fingers sunk into her hair which gave her no choice but to let this kiss happen. I bit her lip and she parted them for me but she didn't give up the control so easily; she made me work for it.

My erection was now raging and digging into her rear end since she was still in my lap.

"That's not patient." She teased and she stood up and I stood up with her.

"I know, but I don't like to be teased baby, I want you now." She squealed when I picked her up and pushed the plates out of the way so I could set her on the table. I heard one crash to the ground but it didn't matter right now.

"How about you pick out what you want me to wear. Anything you want and then I'll get ready, when I go in there I want you naked and ready too." I loved my birthday!

Every year we did the food and cake thing, but what I looked forward to was the sex, she always found something we've never done before and every year she outdid herself. One year she gave me the remote to vibrating panties when we went out for dinner with my parents and fucked me in my old bedroom when they were right outside the door.

She took me to a concert where there was a shit tone of people who were high, drunk or just didn't care; we had sex right in the middle of the crowd. This year was my last year in my twenties and I was dying to know what she had planned for this year and next year.

"I'll be right back." I left her to go find some lingerie I wanted to see her in. I had bought her something just in case she had let me pick, if not I would have given it to her as a gift in a few days and got to see her in it then.

Anyone who thinks lingerie is just a gift for the woman is fucking insane. It's a give to my eyes as well as my cock to see her in everything from sweet and cute to sexy and slutty as fuck.

It was a bustier thing that had underwire but no fabric over her breasts and crotch less panties. I had access to her without having to take it off of her, and then I could see her in it longer than the thirty seconds it would take for me to get her naked.

I brought back the bag and she just shook her head as she smiled at it.

"Figures, now give me twenty minutes to get ready for you." I could be patient for twenty minutes. I went and got out of these clothes and laid down naked on the bed. I waited about fifteen minutes before I started to get myself in the mood for her.

If I was hard this whole time I would blow as soon as I got inside of her, which would be a disappointing time for the both of us. I had grabbed edible lube from the side table and used it to stroke my shaft better. I gripped hard at the base and ran my finger over the tip of my co ck. The lube made my hand slide easily up and down and I thought about how sexy my wife would look in that.

Seven years of marriage with two kids and our sex life was still fantastic.

I had my eyes closed as I imagined her and when I heard Cari come into the room I opened my eyes to finally get to see her in it.

"What the fuck." I jumped to cover myself when Ruby walked in the room.

Ruby was my best friends little sister; we had grown up together since I was six and Ruby was just a toddler.

"Kylen." She acknowledged as she walked towards the bed. She was dress provocatively and she pulled the blankets back. I shuffled off the bed but she stopped me as I reached for my boxers. Ruby dropped to her knees in front of me and swallowed my co ck.

"Oh fuck, shit Ruby stop!" I tried to pull her off but she just kept sucking and I groaned as she did it, forgetting momentarily that this wasn't my wife.

"Relax." She mumbled and she groaned as she gave me head and I didn't know what the fuck to do. My hands were just kind of out at my sides and I looked down and watched her head bob. I felt the pleasure, I saw her doing it but I couldn't wrap my mind around it.

I look up and Cari was leaning against the door in the lingerie I had bought her watching.

"Cari, baby I didn't, I don't" I had no idea what to say. I stepped back and Ruby looked up at me from her knees and Cari slowly walked towards me. I honestly thought she would slap me but she pushed me back and then onto the bed.

"Ruby, you can continue," I looked at Cari with wide eyes as Ruby came to the bed. "Move up on the bed." Cari told me and I cautiously moved so my head was on the pillows. Ruby bent her head again and Cari watched Ruby, her best friend, suck on my co ck.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked her and she grabbed Ruby's hair and pushed her head down to take all of me.

"Happy birthday baby." She didn't let go of her hair as she kissed me, shoving her tongue past my lips. She handcuffed me to the bed and moved down where Ruby was. Ruby sucked on my sacs as Cari took me into her mouth and Holy fuck that felt good.

I knew that I was lucky to have a long and thick co ck, and Cari had made it a point to take the time to practice being able to take all of me; Ruby could almost do the same. Cari sucked on the tip while Ruby sucked near the base and her tongue ran up and down.

I have never experienced a double blow-job before and it was so god damn fantastic. I pulled at the cuffs Cari had put on, I knew they wouldn't budge but I really wanted them too.

"Who's mouth do you want to come in baby?" Cari asked as they took turns being the one to actually have me down their throat.

"Ruby's, I want to watch Ruby take my co ck and my come." I blurted out the words and so Cari licked and sucked my sacs as she instructed Ruby. Cari shoved her head down and Ruby was choking on me before she was allowed up and slowly she took that last inch and a half in her mouth and my eyes rolled back as I listened to my wife tell another girl to suck me off. I gave Ruby a warning before I came down her throat and she gagged but took it.

"Good girl." Cari told her as she swallowed and Ruby pulled back. I was panting and my eyes were closed tightly for a few seconds and I opened them to see both girls still staring at me; I wasn't dreaming.

"I'm sorry, shit I shouldn't have said her. I love you Cari." What fucking man doesn't pick his own wife?

"Don't be sorry baby; Ruby was a good girl; I think she deserves a reward for that, don't you?" She asked me and I looked to Ruby. She was staring at me lustfully and she was so hot. I would never say that though because I was married and she was Kevin's sister.

"We can't do this; oh my fucking god Kevin will murder me! Cari let me go." I pulled at the cuffs again but that effort was short lived as I watched Ruby reach and touch Cari's exposed brea sts.

"What my brother doesn't know won't hurt him." Cari moaned as Ruby touched her and Cari pushed her down on the bed beside me.

"What do you want me to do to her Kylen?" Cari asked and I swallowed hard. Both girls were laying there asking me what I wanted. What did I want my wife to do sexually to her best friend, to a girl who was one of mine too, one I grew up with and never mentioned that I had sexual thought about in high school.

"What do you want to do to her?" I asked Cari and she ran her hand between Ruby's thighs which made her moan.

"Do you want to watch me touch her, to go down on her?" Cari kissed Ruby's stomach and she slid two fingers into Ruby as her mouth made its way down.

"Please take these off." Ruby reached and undid my cuffs and I laid to my side and watched Cari's moth go lower and lower. Ruby arched off the bed for Cari to take the red thong off and my erection was starting to grow again as Cari buried her face between Ruby's thighs.

"Touch me." Ruby begged and I looked to Cari

"She just took your load, you better fucking touch her." Cari said before returning to what she was doing. I unclipped Ruby's lingerie and pulled it off so she was naked and I bent my head to lick and suck her ni pples.

She had one hand on Cari's head and the other on mine as she moaned and hearing her call out for Cari turned me on.

"Yes Cari, right there, yes!" She screamed her name as she came and I watched it all happen.

"You're so sexy baby." I kissed Cari and I could taste Ruby on her lips and it was a different taste than I was used to but I didn't mind it. She reached into the side table and pulled out condoms that she must have bought for this because we didn't use them.

"It's your birthday, do you want her on top or bottom?" I looked from one woman to the other. My wife was sitting here asked me how I wanted to fuck another woman.

"You don't have to do this to make my birthday great, I love you and I love having sex with you. I'm not bored, nothing is lacking." I didn't want her to feel inadequate. We've been married seven years, together ten. I had known Cari since she was a freshman and we started dating her senior year; I was two and a half years older than she was; Ruby was a year younger.

"I know Kylen; I chose this. Now how do you want to fuck her?" She asked me again and I swallowed hard.

"I want to fuck her while she takes care of you." I didn't want anyone to be lacking or not taken care of; if Ruby was down to be eaten out by a woman she better be able to return that.

Ruby flopped down on the bed again and this time her lustful eyes were turned at my wife; I couldn't blame her on that. I knew how some men looked at her, fuck I knew how my own friends had looked at her. I looked down at Ruby as I put the condom on and it should feel wrong.

I shouldn't want to do this so badly, I shouldn't be lusting after Ruby of all people. She licked her lips and grabbed Cari by her thighs and pulled her onto her mouth. I had to sit and watch for a minute. I watched Cari throw her head back and moan as she rocked her hips over Ruby's face.

She pinched her nipples and she wasn't holding back.

"Fuck her Kylen; I want you to, I want to watch." I positioned myself and Ruby spread her legs for me. With a hard jerk forward I thrust into Ruby, her moan was muffled by my wife's pu ssy she was currently licking and sucking on.

Cari looked back at me and there was no hesitation there, she wanted me to do this. She wanted to have a threesome and she picked the woman both of us could trust the most. I grabbed her breasts and I played with her nip ples in the way that I knew she liked.

My mouth found her flesh and I bit and sucked on her neck as I continued to thrust into Ruby's tight pu ssy. I'm not going to lie, it felt fucking amazing. I was so turned on right now and I had dreamed about a situation like this and watched porn with threesomes, but I never thought I would actually get ot participate in one.

"Right there Ruby, god yes! Oh Ruby!" Cari came and Ruby was dripping as I fucked her harder as a reward for taking care of my wife. Cari flopped down on the bed beside us and watched. I bent my head and sucked on Ruby's brea sts that had always been large and over developed. They had bounced as I took her.

"Kylen, Shit! I've only been able to dream about your co ck inside me. God I've wanted it since I was barely in high school." I looked down at her surprised by her statement and she pulled me face to hers and this time I got the familiar taste from her lips.

I loved going down on Cari, I loved watching her and hearing her and then I loved to fuck her afterwards as she begged for me to give her a minute because she was so sensitive. I knew her and I knew that taste. It only fueled my desire.

Ruby squeaked and groaned as I pushed her higher.

"There you go, make her come Kylen and keep going until you do too." Cari egged us on as I took Ruby and I both to new heights. She screamed again as she came and Cari ordered me not to stop until I finished too.

"Oh god Kylen, don't stop!" Ruby's nails dug into my back and Cari dug her nails in to for added pleasure.

"Oh god." I was about to come, and come with a woman who was not my wife as she whispered dirty talk in my ear.

"Fuck her Kylen. I want you to come as you fuck her pu ssy. Look at her!" Cari was so damn demanding and I looked down into Ruby's eyes.

"You said anything I wanted, that it was my birthday?" I asked Cari and she nodded. I pulled out of Ruby and ordered her to her hands and kneed so I could fuck her from behind. She couldn't stop calling out for more as I hit her g-spot none stop. Cari played with her cl it for the stimulation as I fucked her.

Being with Ruby was so different but not bad, it was kind of nice to have the brief change up, to feel the inside of another woman and I remembered how good it felt to have her mouth wrapped around my dick, how unexpected all of this was.

"Oh god Ruby!" I grunted and groaned as I said her name In a context I never imagined I would.

"There you go." Cari cooed in my ear as my hips jerked slightly as I came and Ruby's channel tightened around me and pulsed as Cari and I made her come again. I pumped my hips until I stopped coming and I pulled out and almost collapsed on the bed.

"Hold fuck." I lay on the bed and Ruby scooted to the side. Cari came and lay on the other side of me and we laid there for a minute, both of them in my arms as we calmed down.

"Do you like your birthday present?" Cari asked me and I looked over at Ruby who smiled and winked at me.

"Fucking yes. You outdid yourself this year." I Kissed Ruby and Cari didn't mind and then I kissed her too.

"I want to watch Ruby fuck you." She told me.

"Give a guy a minute." She gave me twenty minutes before her hand gripped my shaft. I laid there as both of them jerked me off until I was hard again. Cari gave Ruby the condom and she put it on me before lowering her pu ssy to my di ck.

"What are you going to do?" I asked Cari and she smirked

"Touch myself watching." She got comfortable on the pillows.

"You ready to be fucked by your best friend sister?" That was so wrong, but it felt so good.

"Fuck me good Rubs. Make my high school fantasies dull in comparison." It was the first time I had admitted that I had thought about it before and she took the challenge. God she was incredible in bed, my high school imagination was nothing compared to the real thing.

She had always been a firecracker and that was an insulting nickname to give her compared to her skills in bed.

"I knew you wanted her." Cari said. I thought she would be angry but she wasn't. As Ruby bounced on my di ck, Cari's hands wondered her body until her fingers slid inside of her. Cari pleasured herself watching us and I had no idea where to keep my eyes.

Ruby's fiery hair that matched her name and personality was a mess, her breasts swung in my face and her body was like a work of art. Cari in that damn thing was driving me mad; it perked up her breasts that she was fondling and her hand was between her thighs. Both women were perfection and enticing.

So my eyes were torn between them.

"Fuck him harder." Ruby yelped when Cari smacked her ass hard and she picked up the pace. Cari played with her breasts while she rode me. Ruby was enthusiastic still despite probably being tired and she wouldn't stop until we were both withering in bliss once more.

I ended up with my eyes on Cari as she came while Ruby milked my cock for all it had left. As I came a third time today Ruby dug her nails into my chest. My di ck was pulsing and I didn't think I had another round left in me but at the same time I felt guilty for having sex with Ruby twice and not with Cari.

It didn't matter that it was what she wanted, I still felt like I was wrong for it.

"Don't give me that look." Cari told me as I held Ruby who had collapsed on my chest as soon as we were finished.

"I wanted to make sure you're taken care of but my dick may fall off if I try to get it up again." Three times in a couple of hours, I wasn't a machine. This was pushing it for me.

"I'm taken care of baby. Ruby is a one night thing; you get me any night you want." She had a point there. Ruby was a birthday present; a sexy and pleasurable one. After tonight I wouldn't sleep with her again but I could make sure that Cari came until she begged for me to stop tomorrow. I could have her anytime I wanted.

Ruby moved beside me and Cari once more lay on the other side.

"Ruby you're welcome to stay." Cari offered and she pulled the blanket over the three of us. Ruby wasn't some girl and I was glad Cari offered that because I would feel like shit for just kicking her out after tonight.

"Happy Birthday, Kylen." Ruby said she we were all exhausted after work and then this. Ruby fell asleep first and I kissed her forehead like I did when we were kids.

"I'm glad that you had a good time. I debated on it and I'm happy you went for it. It was fun." I kissed her sweet lips and her lips curved up as I did it.

"I love you. Are you sure you're okay?" She could have changed her mind about all of this and just refused to say something.

"I'm perfectly fine; she may even be your present next year too. Maybe go away for the weekend and she can stay with us a couple days and then I get you to myself the last night." I couldn't believe she was actually suggesting that.

"I'll love any present you get me Cari, you know that. And you don't have to bring her in again if you don't want to. I'm happy with you and I'm very satisfied too." Her head rested on my chest as she relaxed.

"I know and I love you for saying that. I did enjoy myself; it was interesting and pleasurable to have someone else. So stop making it seem like you did something wrong." She knew that this didn't suddenly make me love her less and maybe she's always thought about a threesome too. The way she played with herself as she watched will be burned into my brain.

"Okay. I love you." She fell asleep next and I did last.

In the morning I woke up to both of the girl's mouths on my co ck again and for the whole morning until we had to leave to pick up the kids the three of us fooled around some more in bed and in the shower. Cari's point of view was that she hasn't left yet, therefore she was still a present.

Ruby borrowed some of Cari's clothes and Cari kissed her goodbye with a little hint to look forward to next year.

May be posting his 30th birthday on here later on. ;)

I walked into the flat I shared with my room mate Jay and quickly looked around to make sure there were no more pranks set up. 

We'd been in this stupid prank war for far too long now. But I'd pranked Jay only this morning by hiding each and every condom he owned. 

I hid them all around the flat. It'll be like a treasure hunt for him. 

 I noticed the large wooden table in the middle of our living room. Huh, dining table must of arrived early. 

I chucked my bag onto the sofa and shrugged my jacket off, leaving me in my dress and heels. Then I walked across the living room and ran my fingertips over the smooth surface of the table. 

 A hand pushed against my upper back and slammed me again the table so that I was bent right over. I struggled to get back up when a body was pressed against mine and a deep husky voice moaned in my ear. "Ooh, don't struggle honey. You're already in my favourite fucking position. You keep wriggling against me like that, I'll not be able to control myself. I'll have to plunge my dick into your soaking pussy much sooner than I wanted." 

 Fuck, there's something wrong with me. I'm wet. How can I be turned on by this? I know I want him to do what he said, but I don't even know who he is. It wasn't Jays voice. 

 He pushed his cock against me and I moaned in anticipation. Fucking traitorous body of mine. My nipples had achingly hardened and my pussy was now dripping wet. 

 "I thought you was a good girl, but that moan sounded kinda naughty." Shit, he heard me. Fucking stupid Eve. Behave yourself. You haven't even voiced the fact that this is bad. 

 I was about to correct that and say the old famous 'You won't get away with this,' when he put all his weight against me and tugged on my wrists, squishing me to the table. 

He stood up and walked across the room towards the kitchen, so obviously I tried to stand. 

 I couldn't stand. 

 Looking up towards the other end of the table I saw my wrists were bound with red rope. Each wrist was now attached to to the table legs opposite me. My pussy wasn't behaving. Instead, my juices were now soaking through my thong. I was unable to move, my body stretched across the table, my hard nipples could feel the coolness from the table underneath me through the thin fabric of my dress. I was in the perfect position for good, hard fucking. 

 I tried to look behind me to see what the intruder was doing. I saw part of a denim clad leg when he forced my cheek back onto the cool wood and stroked a hand up the inside of my thigh, just grazing my pussy, over my arse and up my back. 

Then within seconds he'd ripped my blue strapless dress off of my body, leaving me in my skimpy thong and heels. 

 Fuck, how hot is this! Bad Eve! Stop being such a bad girl. Only bad girls would be allowing this. Let alone enjoying it. Time to take a stand. "Stop." I whispered. 

 "Tell me to stop like you mean it and I promise not give you orgasm after orgasm all fucking night. I promise not to make you moan and scream until it hurts to use your voice. And I promise not to use your tight wet pussy like it's my favourite toy in the world." 

I took in a shaky breath...."Stop." 

He grabbed my hair in his fist, lifting my head from the table. Then his mouth was at my ear, "Now, that didn't sound very believable." Then I felt his teeth bite down on my ear lobe as he tugged on my thong, ripping it from my body. What did I do? I moaned. Loudly. 

 I felt his hands run over my arse, down my thighs then calfs to my ankles. His fingers circled each ankle and pulled. Spreading my legs far apart then he attached each ankle to the table legs. It felt like rope. 

 I was now restrained, completely naked, (apart from my black stilettos) spread eagled and bent over a table. My pussy juices making trails down my thighs. He slapped me hard across my arse. Forcing my body further into the table. He then went on to explain exactly what he was going to do to me. In the hottest fucking way possible.

                     ~~*~~

I felt like I was about to come already. He'd only used words, telling me how he's gonna make me scream, cum and moan. How I'll never have an experience so fulfilling. So powerful. 

 I heard the sound of his zipper and tried to get a crafty look. My head was slammed back down. 

"Bad girl, Eve. Now I'm going to have to take away your pleasure of sight. Aww, but don't worry my little slut. I can please you in much better ways." Then I couldn't see. A blindfold had been placed and secured over my eyes. 

My hair was pulled, my face forced towards the edge of the table and then his cock was in my mouth. Fuck, he was huge. He slammed to the back of my throat only twice and pulled out again. 

 "As nice as your mouth is," he moaned while circling the table. "I want to sample another hot part of your body before the fun really begins." 

 He was teasing me. Rubbing the head of his cock against my slit. Running over my clit and soaking in all my juices. He pushed into me the tiniest bit, but it still felt like a huge difference. 

 "Should I?" He pulled back out. "Or should I not?" Pushed in. "Should I?" Pulled out. 

 "Or should I not? " 

 Then his full length was slammed into me. I screamed. Fucking hell! He was huge. He didn't give me time to adjust. He carried on. 

Pounding into me over and over again. Rough, fast and hard. So fucking hard. 

 A ball was placed into my mouth without him breaking rhythm. Then leather straps secured around my head. A ball gag. Now I couldn't see, I couldn't scream or moan loud. I was still being fucked. His massive cock repeatedly slamming into me. I don't know how many times I'd come. No idea how many orgasms. 

They seemed to be rolling into one another. After what felt like hours he stopped. While he was rummaging through the drawers of the table I tried to get my breath back. I didn't have long. He pulled me by the waist as far as the ropes would allow. Something in the shape of a short fat pen was pressed against my slippery clit. Then I felt tape on my skin. The bastard taped it to me! 

 Next came the cold metal clip like things pinching my nipples. They pinched hard enough to sting but not enough to hurt. He then lifted me up. The rope sliding up the table legs along with me. He placed me on my knees on the table. I listened to the sound of one of our stools from the kitchen being dragged over to where I was just standing. There was another drawer opened and shut then I was being lifted back down.

 I felt the cool metal of the stool on my leg before I felt the vibrator at my pussy. It seemed like he let me have a quick feel of it against my entrance before slamming me down to my feet forcing the object all the way inside me. 

 My ropes were tightened, leaving no room for movement. Then suddenly the vibrations against my clit started. The vibrator inside of started jerking around and vibrating. My pussy walls tightened and I came. Harder than I've ever cum before. 

It didn't stop. 

 Everything was picked up a notch. The vibrations against my clit stronger than ever. The vibration and movement inside of me stronger and faster. The metal clips even felt tighter. I came again. Another orgasm. I tried to scream. 

"I'm leaving now." He whispered, biting down hard on my ear lobe, I come again. He takes off my blindfold and I watch the him walk away. Through my front door. 

 I come maybe 9 more times before the door opens again. My vision blurred. My strength weak.  Jay walks in. 

I come. 

He walks over to me and strokes my hair. "Whose been a naughty girl?" He asks. I moan. I'm being held up only by the ropes now. My body collapsed long ago. He walks behind me and strokes my ass. I come. 

"Looks like the party already started. Only bad girls would like this." He takes away the vibrator and stool. He leans his body over mine, making the nipple clamps tighter. 

"Only bad girls play pranks." Then his cock is slammed into me.

 I come....

It happened in the library. In the quiet hours...

Usually the library clears fast once the bell has rang. People wanting to get home. Watch their favourite programmes or hang out with their friends.

But the two lads lurking in the shadows at the back had other ideas.

They weren't ready to leave. They wanted to play a game with sweet goody two shoes Librarian. The one and only Ellie Lowes. Ellie Lowes that believes she's better than everybody else.

The girl that covers her curvy body in loose clothes and always says no. The girl that looks down her nose at you through those thick wired glasses.

They know she wants it.

And they pull down their masks as they hear her approach the back of the library.

She hums whilst placing books back on the correct shelves. Innocently finishing her day before she goes home to relax the way she knows how.

They know she might cry when they rip the clothes from her soft supple flesh. And they understand she might fight. Shout and plead for Mercy.

But they also know that they will do what they set out to do. They will make her human. They will defile her and humiliate her so that she wants, even craves their approval.

They know how it works. Michael himself had searched up the act of bdsm. He knows now, how to tie her up with the length of rope in his bag.

He knows how to gag her with the scarf he personally knotted up. He even knows how to hurt her so that she wants more.

Eddie will fuck her when she's tied up, unable to move. And when he's come and she thinks it's all over Michael will slam her arse. He will thrust into her so hard that when she cries out it will be for him to get faster so that it's done with.

The dildos and vibrators are for after they've taken her Virginity. For when she believes the worst has happened.

He'll force her to suck them one at a time while the toys are in her. He'll have Eddie thrust the toys when she's sucking him, and he'll ram the toys when she's sucking Eddie.

She finally nears them and they step out from the shadows. Michael first, Eddie close behind.

Her eyes widen in fear and she backs away. Michaels excitement soars. He craves the chase, and with a few steps he grasps the back of her shirt and pulls her body toward him.

Ellie doesn't make things easy. She screams out and yanks her body forward, causing the shirt to rip.

Only a tight lacy camisole beneath the shirt, she runs whilst he holds the cotton shirt in his fist.

Eddie doesn't know what to do with himself. He came to fuck the Librarian. He hadn't thought things through.

“Get her.” Michael growls. And so Eddie runs. He tackles the Librarian to the ground easily. And he waits until Michael gives the next instructions.

“Get her naked Ed. Let's have us some fun. I want to play a game.”

They rip the clothes from her body, while she does nothing but cry, squirming on the floor as the rough hands grasp at her flesh. Tearing material from her body until she lies completely naked. Her large breasts are slapped and her nipples squeezed as she begs for them to stop.

Michael is too far gone to think of the consequences and Eddie just wants to fuck the Librarian.

“Fucking slut. You've wanted this for ages. Begged us with your eyes. Touch yourself. If you get us excited we won't be so harsh with you.”

He grabs her hair and lifts her none too gently to her feet, where he shoves her against the counter and lands a stinging slap against her breast, then the same to her thigh.

“Do it bitch! Touch yourself.”

She shakily spreads her legs and as the tears streak her cheeks, she lowers her hand to her bald pussy.

They watch wide eyed as she slides a single digit into her hole. And she slowly pumps the unit in and out. Michael grasps his wood through his trousers and watches his live porn.

She speeds up the pace because she knows that's what they want. And when she knows it's getting to them, she flees.

She has a few seconds head start. They were too busy with their planned humiliation.

She runs through a door beyond the reception desk and descends the stairs to the basement rooms.

They follow with sounds of heavy footfall and shouts of insults her way.

They burst through a second door with smiles on their faces. They found her.

She stands naked and proud. A gentle smirk on her face. Fools thought they had her. They have no idea yet.

They take a few more steps into the room, Michael is wary. Why the hell is she smiling? She should be consumed by fear.

“Oh, honey bear.” She calls in a sing song voice.

A large man enters the room from a door they assumed to be a cupboard. He wears jeans and no top, a nasty scowl painting his face.

“These boys were trying to hurt mama. Get them ready for me. I want to play a game.”

I woke to the sound of something crashing in the spare room beside me. I shoot up in bed, my heart hammering. I listen but hear nothing else. 

I must of just worried myself as its my first night alone. My husband is unfortunately away on business. And I'm in this big house, all alone. Even the bed feels huge. I snuggle back into the sheets. Inhaling the vanilla scent of the bedding, I relax. A small smile on my face. Just as I feel myself drifting off I hear one of the floorboards by my bedroom door creek. 

I know that wasn't in my head and I slowly turn towards the door, trying to keep silent. Before I can even fully turn, a hand is slammed down onto my mouth. 

I automatically struggle, my arms and legs flying out hoping to come in contact with something. My long nails dig into the leather glove of the hand holding my head to the bed. 

There are two men here. One keeps me pinned while the other uses rope to secure my ankles to the bed posts. The rope burns my skin if I try to pull. My legs are spread. Pulled as far apart as they're able to go. 

 I'm scared. 

 I begin to cry. The tears falling down my face and into my hair. "Please don't do this to me. Please. I'll do anything." 

 The man that held me down removes his balaclava and looks down at me. "Look, calm down and stop crying. I'm not going to hurt you. But I do need to restrain you. We need to collect some things and we need to make sure you don't get away or contact the police. " 

 I calmed my breathing, and let guy number 2 tie my wrists to the bedposts by my head. He didn't speak to me. I wondered if he was just the gorilla. Just some extra muscle. 

 Once I was tied. The gorilla sat on the chair by my bed. His eyes never leaving me. Guy number 1 began rummaging through my belongings. He bought out my lap top and started it up. Uh oh. 

 "Please don't take that." I whisper. "It has personal information on." "Oh yeah? What kind of information? " 

 He continues to look through the content of my laptop. I can see everything that he can. He clicks onto the videos and I inwardly moan. 

Shit. He's going to find them. He presses play on the first video and proceeds to watch it. After a minute he turns to me with a smirk on his face. 

 "Looks like somebodys been naughty." His hand reaches my ankle and strokes me, but doesn't stray any further. I find myself wet and hope that they can't tell. With my legs spread this way, I don't know if the intruders can see up my nightgown. 

 I don't know if it's the strangers tented trousers or seeing the video of me fucking two guys that have got my pussy soaking, but for whatever reason I'm wet. I pray for it to stop. 

"Do any of these videos star your husband Mrs Voile? Or have you been really bad? I'm sure he'd like to see his hot wife being such a naughty girl." My eyes tear up once again and I release a small whimper. 

 "Aww don't cry. How about I make you a deal? " I look at intruder number 1. Without really thinking about it I nod my head. 

 "I'll swap you... This lap top for..hmmm. Your nightdress?" Oh my god. They're going to rape me. My heart begins to pound once again and I start to cry again. 

 "Hey, hey, hey. Don't cry. It's not that bad." He's made his way up the bed and is now stroking my cheeks. Calming me. Massaging the tears into my skin. 

"I promise I won't touch you. It just looks like really expensive material. You can say no. I'll just take the lap top instead." I slowly nod my head. I'll swap anything to keep that laptop. 

 "Yes, ok. Yes." 

"You sure?" He looks at me as though he actually gives a shit. I nod my head once again. He puts his hand out. Palm towards the ceiling. And Mr gorilla stood up and placed a pair of scissors on the outstretched hand. 

The scissors were cool against my skin as he snipped the tiny strings of my nightie. I closed my eyes as this was happening. 'I'm not here, I'm not here, I'm not here.' 

 I suddenly felt the metal at almost the top of my inner thigh, then I felt it slowly work its way up. Keeping contact with my skin. Fuck! I'm really, really wet. They're going to see. It's carried on up the inside of my thigh and is now touching my pussy through my thin satin thong. I jerk when the scissors touch my clit. He circles my clit, forcing me to swell. My breathing heavy and fast but I refuse to moan. I hear his chuckle when he continues up my body. 

When he's cut past my stomach and at my tits he cuts just above them, and then uses the cold metal to caress my nipples. They immediately harden. My devious body is loving the contact, and my back arches off the bed. A moan stuck in my mouth. 

He completes his task. My body naked bar my satin thong. I open my eyes to see him stood at the end of the bed. His hand on his dick, and his eyes trailing a hot burn on my body. 

 The next video begins to play. I'm being fucked from behind in this video. I'm bent over a desk, and there is a guy behind me pulling my hair to force my back to arch and ploughing his dick into my pussy. 

My moans are loud in the video, and my tits bounce from the force of the guys thrusts. I can't help squirming. I've never been so turned on before. Guy number 1 looks me in the eyes again before picking up the laptop and placing it on my stomach. 

 I can see everything clearer now. I look away, not wanting to get myself any wetter. "Watch it!" He tells me. I look at him, as I'm about to argue he speaks again. "Watch it, or I'll take it with me. It's hot as fuck. Watch it. And make sure you enjoy it." 

                      **** 

 My breathing is so heavy, I can't stop wriggling. Every once in a while I moan. I've been watching myself fuck or be fucked for ages now. The guy has been collecting things and has 3 big duffle bags full now. 

 He comes towards me with a smirk on his face. 

 "Looks like you're enjoying that." "Yeah." Fuck, where did that come from? I'm so horny I'm not thinking straight. 

 "Yeah?" He grins at me, like he's just won a game. 

 "I won't touch you, but I'll help with the discomfort. Yeah?" He didn't wait for my response. He pulled out my small vibrator, switched it on and placed it against my satin underwear. He then placed a book at the base of my toy to stop it from moving away. It felt incredible. The tip of the vibrator on my clit, but because of the material of my panties, small vibrations were sent all over the covered area. It was nowhere near strong enough. He put it on the lowest setting.

 This is just going to keep me on edge. I whimper and try to grind myself into it, but end up just knocking it over. Guy number 1 comes around the side of the bed to me. "Tut, tut. Awww. Is that not enough for you?" I shake my head. I don't care any more that these strangers are in my home uninvited. I need to come. I'm far too horny. I need it. 

 "Do you need more?" 

"Yes." I moan. "Please." He puts the vibrator back in place. But this time inside my thong. Fuck. He didn't turn it up. He then produces my pink rubber vibrating nipple clamps. Placed them on my hard aching nipples and turned them on the highest setting. The clamps didn't pinch much and were in no way painful. 

But they felt fucking fantastic. The vibrations strong and spreading their way across the whole of my tits. I'm moaning loudly now. I'm pulling on my restraints and thrashing my head from side to side. It's still not strong enough. I'm so close to coming. But I know my body well enough. 

I'll stay in this state of pleasure without reaching my orgasm. 

 "Right. That's us done. I need one more thing before we leave." He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small black stick. Then stuck it into the laptop still playing all my porns. Oh, Jesus. It's a fucking memory stick. 

 "Can't leave without all these naughty videos can I? I told you, you could keep the laptop."

she was in such a slutty mood. walking home by herself that night in her high heels and tiny black dress with a flouncy skirt that barely made it past her ass. girls like her were supposed to know better than to be alone on the streets looking like that.

but as she made her way under the streetlights, she cherished the danger in it, the feeling of not knowing what could happen. it was almost making her wet.

as most parties go, the one she was coming from had been fun. all the loud music, drinking, dancing, and bare flesh on display had left her in high spirits. she hadn't found anyone to come home with, but rubbing up against hot guys and getting touchy while they danced in a crowded party like that had made her giddy. she was craving a bit more. anyway, she thought to herself as she continued walking, the night wasn't over yet.

***

he liked these streets since they were usually deserted, and he could have a smoke by himself in peace. rest a bit from being on his motorcycle. he had just parked it on the side of the road and was leaning against it when he spotted the girl.

she was toned; he could see how lean yet muscular her legs were, extending from what had to be the tiniest dress he had ever seen. it bounced around her ass and clung to her breasts, showing so much cleavage. her shoulders were bare and so were her arms; she lifted one to part her dark hair from her face while in the other one she clutched a small black bag.

shit, she was beautiful. he felt himself immediately attracted to her. his body all but made up his mind for him. he usually never did this, but he supposed there was a first time for everything.

***

what the fuck? she thought she must be dreaming. she wasn't actually expecting her prayers to be answered but she felt they were, as the fucking hot guy in the leather jacket seemed to be purposefully walking towards her.

she didn't know what to do - should she keep walking? maybe he was just passing this way and wouldn't even mind her. lost in thought and maybe a bit tipsy, she suddenly stumbled over a crack in the sidewalk. a hand caught her elbow and steadied her. shit. it seemed like just an instant and he was there.

getting herself upright, she slowly and nervously lifted her eyes up at him. he said, "are you alright?" as his eyes met hers after sliding along her body.

she couldn't help but grin a bit. her skin tingled. she felt delicious.

***

he hoped she hadn't noticed how he'd been ogling her like a teenager. but shit, up close she was fucking sexy and he was falling all over himself. the fact that she stumbled had made it so easy, and he hadn't needed to approach her like he had bad intentions.

but when she peeked up at him like that with her dark eyes that glinted enticingly and the street lights flooding her olive skin with a warm glow, there was no denying that he was tempted.

she grinned at him.

more than tempted. he released her elbow while she told him she was okay. he thought about grabbing hold of other things instead, touching parts of her, all of her, in some dark corner somewhere. devouring her skin that looked oh so soft, while he pushed his hardness against her. give her something she wasn't expecting.

she moved a bit closer to him, like she was going to hug him to say thanks, and he exploded. forget not having bad intentions.

***

he looked so classically, even movie-star handsome with his blonde hair, blue eyes, and jawline. but the scruffiness of his face and his leather jacket, plus the slight rasp of his voice when he spoke to her screamed "bad boy." she loved it. she wanted to throw herself at him and his sparkling eyes, hear his deep voice against her ear with their bodies pressed together.

shit, get ahold of yourself. she pretended not to mind when he let go of her elbow, but craving his touch again, curious about the warmth and hardness of his body, she stepped closer, lightly pressed her body against his in a hug, and wrapped her arms around him.

surprised, all he did was hold her tightly to him with one arm around her waist before she pulled away. glancing up at him, she caught her breath.

his eyes no longer sparkled. instead, they'd darkened and were boring into her. his eyes were full of lust and the way he was looking at her, like he wanted to take her right there and then, made her blood warm and her heart race. she felt certain she was looking at him the exact same way.

***

all he knew was that he wanted her, and when the look in her eyes said she wanted him too, he saw no reason to stop himself.

he grabbed her again and pulled her body against his. he crushed her lips with his own in a passionate kiss. he licked her lips and she sucked on his tongue when he slid it inside her. god, she was greedy. he ached to find out how wet she was. her body trembled against him as their kiss kept getting deeper. she pressed herself against him. fine, he thought, i'll give you what you want, what we both want.

***

the next thing she knew, he had dragged her down the street into a darkened corner, shoved her against a wall, and kissed her violently. she wanted to scream; she was so fucking wet for him. all she could do was moan. he moved his mouth smoothly to her neck, licking and sucking, driving her crazy with need. he slid further down to her cleavage and her breasts, pulling the top of her dress down. he bit her nipple and she let out a tiny scream, which turned into whimpers while he licked and lapped at her breast, grabbing and squeezing the other one. she felt wild and out of control, like cumming when he hadn't even touched her yet.

***

he sucked and sucked and sucked on her beautiful breasts, until she was all but pushing his head down, begging him to pay attention to her pussy, her neediest parts. conceding, he gently kissed a nipple before moving down. getting on his knees, he lifted her skirt up and held her right leg just over his shoulder, so he could get better access to her pussy. he found himself face to face with tiny black lace panties, dripping wet and being eaten up by her folds. he could see them just begging to be licked. so he teased her, not removing the panties and licking her just a little. she muffled a squeal, trembling, trying to grind against him. 

finally, he stripped off the tiny material and buried his face in her, eating her out so good she gripped his hair in her hands and came. she was still shaking from the spasms when he stripped off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. yearning for her, his cock hard as a rock, he all but tore off her dress and forced her to kiss him again.

with her finally naked, he squeezed her firm shapely ass and she moaned, trying to get his shirt off him. pulling away hastily, he finished the job, and unbuttoned his pants. it was her turn.

***

feeling like a slut, she was still trembling from her first or second orgasm and already asking for more. she grabbed his cock the moment it sprung from his pants and got to her knees. barely able to think, she shoved the huge dick into her mouth, gratefully choking on it, drooling all over, her mouth sucking so hard she thought she was forgetting to breathe. when he said "faster," she bounced her head up and down on it, holding back the gags as it repeatedly rammed against her throat. 

she was gasping for breath, saliva dripping from her mouth, when he suddenly lifted her up, had her against the wall, with her legs pushed open. she held onto his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his hips naturally as he pushed the length of his cock into her. she felt her walls squeezing him, so thick and hard, and got lost in the pleasure and pain while he did it over and over again. 

he rammed her harder and harder, their grunts and yells mixing together, their juices dripping down each other's thighs. she must have cum six more times before he finally put her down, their bodies slick with sweat. he leaned his head against hers, pressed a soft kiss against her lips before saying, "it's not safe to walk by yourself. i can take you home, angel."

*Erotica*

I was outside working all day and it was just so hot!

I was all alone nobody was home,

so I took off my top.

Soon after I heard a noise.

Then,

I heard his voice.

Oh no my neighbor is calling over to me!

I hope he didnʼt see anything.

I ran to grab my shirt, but before I could he was staring at me from

over the gate.

With breasts on display, I stood there and didnʼt know what to say.

He said to me,

“Iʼm so sorry I didnʼt realize

but I have to admit itʼs a nice surprise!"

He wasnʼt nervous and oddly either was I.

My chest was glistening

with sweat.

Iʼm sure seeing me like this was not what he would expect.

He hopped over in a heartbeat and walked up to me.

In his eyes I noticed a lustful stare.

I thought "Oh damn I think we're about to go there."

He pulled my body close to his,

Kissing me passionately as he gripped my hips.

My hands caressing his bristled face.

Then he lifted me up to take a taste.

Making my nipples hard while licking them all around.

All I could hear is my heart starting to pound.

I was in complete shock and awe.

Itʼs been so long since a man took control making me feel this good,

like gold!

Indulging in my neighbor and his gorgeous tattooed body.

Running my fingers through his hair.

In his eyes I got lost in his lustful glares.

I can tell he was ready, in his pants I felt it rise.

He threw me over his shoulder and took me inside.

We fell hard on the couch.

"I have wanted this for so long." is what bluntly came out of his mouth.

We ravished the hell out of each other.

My breast in his mouth as his hands were digging in my back.

My body was completely under attack.

Not one piece of untouched flesh was left.

All was fondled and left wet.

His sticky sweaty body hard as rock

From his defined abs to his big solid c@*k!

Every part of me he worshiped and admired.

He knew how to make me feel so desired.

This man seriously gave me his best.

I left the proof all over his neck.

After all was said and done,

After hours went by and making him repeatedly cum.

We both felt completely satisfied.

That was a unexpected ride,

Thanks to it being a hot day outside.

Then I thought,

What just happened?

I hope our years of friendship wonʼt be ruined.

How will I ever look at him without a grin?

But Damn if I can I would do it all over again!

As he left he called over once more,

"Hey my beautiful neighbor I want you to be my lover and I want lots more. Are you down for our rendezvous to begin?"

I smiled and hollered back,

"Oh hell yes my friend!!!” ;)