It's a hot summer day, I have been laying in my bed all morning, naked, trying to find a cure for the summer heat with nothing but a broken AC and a fan on high. Sweat drips down my chest, beads struggling over the slant of my collarbone and then bursting and rushing down my breasts. I fan myself, squirming, a pool of sweat under the nape of my back. I hear my phone vibrate and I check your text.
"Meet me at the library," it says. I jump up and throw on a loose spaghetti strap dress, the front clings to my breasts and I smooth it down, my nipples hardening as a result of the friction my hands create. I don't even think about underwear, only the nice, cool solace of the library.
I get there before you and start scanning the aisles, basking in the cool air, head spinning and distracted by my favorite poets and the heat wave. You come up behind me and grab my ass firmly, your finger trailing up the back of my thigh. I gasp and shiver, my nipples hard as rocks from the goosebumps your touch raise on my skin.
"Hey, hands off -" I start, but I'm interrupted by your lips against mine, hard, you push me against the bookshelves and I hear one of the volumes fall to the floor. I giggle, eyes darting each way, and I feel a tingle shoot from my chest down my body, my clit starting to swell from excitement.
"I do what I want," you whisper gruffly against my ear, grabbing my hips and pushing them hard against the shelf again, almost knocking another book loose. I bite my lip hard and look around desperately, my face flushed - are there cameras? I don't want anyone to see...or hear. You bite down on my earlobe, hard, and I yelp quietly, inhaling quickly and closing my eyes as you turn your tongue around the raw skin, sucking lightly. Your hand runs up over my breast and you take my nipple roughly between your fingertips and squeeze, pulling hard. You whisper again. "If you're not quiet, I won't let you cum," you say as you bite lightly down my neck, your other hand now raising my dress, trailing lightly up and down my inner thigh.
"People will be able to see, please, babe." I murmur, my legs shaking slightly. I feel my clit swelling and pulsing as you dig your nails into my thigh. You look into my eyes.
"Please what?" You kiss my lips hard again, parting them with your tongue as your finger runs down my now wet slit; your fingertip pushes hard down onto my swollen clit, and another teases my tight opening. You start rubbing your thumb against my clit, slowly, switching between lightly grazing over its tip and pushing hard against it. I gasp and bite your shoulder, my legs spreading involuntarily. "That's a good girl," you press yourself against me, I can feel your hard cock pressing against the outside of your pants. You look around briefly and swing me around, taking a fistful of my hair in your hands and pulling it hard towards you. Your lips meet my ear again and your hand rests on my ass. "Do you want to cum, Lucy?"
"Yes, sir," I manage, biting my lip and arching my back towards you, my ass pressing against your dick. You scoff and hit my ass with one hand, and I swear I hear it echo throughout the entire building.
"Don't care if anyone sees now, do you? Couldn't even bother wearing underwear, you little slut." You pull harder on my hair as one hand explores my right breast, your finger rubs the tip of my hard nipple lightly and I squirm against you again, my pussy is dripping wet. I moan very quietly and you pinch my nipple hard, pulling it and twisting it until my breast is red from irritation. You push your hard cock against my ass and let go of my hair, pulling my hip backwards now. "Be fucking quiet." You glance both ways and ram two of your fingers into my tight hole and I bite down on my lip, trying not to moan. Your hand wraps around my neck, squeezing and choking me as your fingers explore inside me, you move them faster and faster against my G-spot and my legs shake uncontrollably. "Rub your clit," you command. I reach down and rub the swollen bead slowly; my hips start to move in rhythm with both of our hands. Your grip on my neck tightens as you pump your fingers deeper into me each time. I feel the orgasm building and I shake, my toes curling, and I choke out: "Baby I'm gonna cum, please,"
Suddenly we hear footsteps coming towards us and you pull quickly away before I can finish. My pussy juice runs down of my thighs and I turn just as a librarian walks past, scanning the aisles.
"Is there anything I can help you two with?" She asks innocently. My face and chest are flushed and you reach down to pick up the book that fell earlier. I see you smirk at my shaking legs as you raise up to put the book back on the shelf.
"No, ma'am, I think we found it. Thank you so much," you say in a respectful tone; losing all gruffness you previously had. She smiles unknowingly and walks away, back towards the front part of the library. You grab my hand and lead me further down the aisles, toward one of the conference rooms that they rent out for meetings. You push me inside and lock the door. "Bend over the table." You command.
I do not comply with your order at first and I push myself against you, my hand cupping around the bulge in your pants. "Baby I'm sorry if I was loud, I promise I'll be quiet now." I whisper and try to kiss you.
Like earlier, you grab my hips and swing me around, your hand gripping my hair again and force me to bend over the table. You raise my dress up so my ass is exposed and you're pulling my hair so hard that my back arches, pushing my ass out more.
"No, you were too loud out there. So now you'll be punished." You slap my right cheek hard and I yelp in pain, but I can feel my clit throbbing harder now. You bend over me, pulling my head back so you can whisper in my ear again. "Shut the fuck up, you will stay quiet as I punish you and then maybe I'll let your filthy little cunt cum."
"I'm -" I start, but you shove two fingers in my mouth so I can't get the sorry out. You hit my right cheek again, and the sting hurts worse but I bite my lip.
"Good girl," you say. You hit my cheek again and then squeeze, your thumb pushing against my tight asshole. You then hit my left cheek, rubbing it after. You spread my cheeks and then you let go, rearing back and spanking my right cheek as hard as you can. I let out a whimper as pain shoots through my body and my pussy is dripping wet. You bite the raw skin on my ass and then spank the left cheek again.
"If you can't control yourself I will not let you cum," you repeat. Your hands roughly spread my ass cheeks and I feel the tip of your tongue trailing around my asshole. I jerk my hips forward, surprised, and you roughly pull them back, your tongue flicking faster and faster over my virgin opening. Without warning you ram two fingers into my pussy again while your tongue works on my asshole. I squirm, gasping, and you push your fingers as deep into me as they can go and lean back, holding them there.
"What a little whore, you told me you weren't into butt stuff. But I think you like it." I hear you spit and I feel it land on the hole then you push your thumb into the tight opening and wiggle it around as you start moving your fingers inside of me again, in a slow 'come hither' motion. My legs start shaking more, my clit throbs and is so swollen it hurts. I can feel my whole body flush as I push my ass back against your fingers. I did like it. We'd been dating for a month now, and I just wanted you inside me in every way imaginable.
"You want me to go deeper?" You murmur as your fingers move faster and faster. My toes start to curl and I close my eyes tight, feeling an orgasm swell in my belly. All of a sudden you pull out of me and wrap your hand around my throat roughly. "Answer me, you little slut."
