I Cant Stop Fantasizing

Please note that all people in this imaginative fiction are over 18.

I can't stop fantasizing.

My sister married the perfect man, and I can't stop thinking about him!

Last night he was plunging his perfect cock into me for over an hour! Not really, of course, but in my fantasy he can drive forever. It is my fantasy after all. He likes to pinch my nipples too, and that always sends me over the top!

I had a chance to think about him before sketching class at Humbler College. So it was off to the ladies room for me. I keep a toy in my bag just for times like this. With this skirt I only had to pull my panties down to my knees, then I slipped the little guy inside for some 'me' time!

There was only one toilet, so I didn't have to worry about anyone interrupting my fun. The Librarian makes sure that there is never more than one person in this lavatory, so it was just me and my fantasy.

I pulled my blouse up, so I could play with my nipples at the right time, then I found a good picture of my brother-in-law on my phone.

The small vibrator was humming against my clit, until I slipped it in, and replaced it with my fingers.

He has such a chiseled face. Todd, my fantasiant. I've seen him at the pool, and I've watched his cock grow, when Mandy kisses him, so I know that his tool is as big as she says. Of course I've only seen it's outline. Mandy is very protective of her lover.

I brought my toy to my nipples, to get them going. They are practically hard wired to my clit, so I didn't stay there long, bringing the silicone vibrator back down to my clit, then up into my vagina for a tour of my G spot.

My breathing was getting fast, and I knew that the orgasm would start soon, but I wanted the long orgasm, so I closed my eyes and did some breathing exercises as I brought myself down from the edge of bliss.

I looked at my phone again, and brought my lips to the screen.

"Fuck me Todd," I whispered as I sent myself over the top. I was pinching one nipple, while my phone bounced on top of my panties that stretched between my knees, and my other hand moved the toy, not in and out, but rolling into my clit, then deeper into my vagina and back across my clit.

The orgasm was just what I wanted. Just what I needed. More than I deserved.

I had to hustle to class. They lock the doors when nudity is involved, and today would be another model from the big city, making rent with her body, without having to fuck!

I left my toy in place, since it could stay there just as easily as anywhere. Yes, I am very slutty, but I did not expect it to be a male model, so that part was just a fluke.

We never get to know their names. Of course they are not masked, but we can't take pictures either, so their anonymity is protected by the transition to a sketch. No one is perfect, so they don't have to worry about future exposure, if they make it big on the runway.

I was well into my drawing before I was drawing the equipment down below his waist. I like to save the best for last.

I went into my bag and used the remote control to turn the toy on low, but I accidentally hit the 'variety' button. So what started out as a stimulating tickle, frequently became a pulsing, rotating, twisting, vibrating, storm in my pussy. Held in place by my undies, which were soaked so thoroughly that I had to discreetly wipe a trickle off of my thigh now and then.

"Can I have a closer look, Jim?" I asked the Teachers Assistant.

"If the model does not mind Simone, go for it," he smiled, more like a sneer. The 'model' nodded his head.

I don't think that he expected me to get that close. I wanted to see the underside of his cock, cause there is so much detail that you miss with a flacid drawing. I moved in, perhaps 3 feet away, and I squat down on the floor, to see from a lower angle. Of course he started to get an erection right away, but he didn't seem to mind sharing that with us.

"Please don't get any closer Sim, you're already changing the field!" Jim insisted.

"I won't touch him," I said, but in a whisper I added, "yet." I only know that the subject heard me, because his cock flexed into a full erection, so I suppose it might have been a coincidence.

I moved my pencils over my sketch pad, catching the heavy veins of his firm pole. I could even see a drop of pre-cum floating on the seam of his urethra. His cock stood so straight up in the air, that it created a little depression at the snake's one eye. The light glistened off of the fluid, making me wish that I could lick it off.

Those details did not make their way to my drawing though. I would save that for my private re-creation of that exquisite love machine.

When our session was done he managed to slip me his phone number without anyone noticing.

Art is my passion though, so I would not be calling. I'd rather draw his cock the way I pictured it in my head, mixed with the way it looked. I could then make believe that it was Todd's cock and away I would go, into fantasy land again.

I don't really get much in the way of real sex. It is very messy and they always leave the woman with the mess. And then some guy thinks he owns you! I prefer the orgasms that I give myself, so there are never complications.

I had to finish my essay on French Paintings of the 16th century, so I cloistered myself in a study room, and set to work.

The notice that I got on my computer was generated by a Librarian, but I couldn't know which one.

"You have been abusing your Library Privileges." was the first that I knew that I was in trouble.

Then, they ran a video of me on screen, in that private washroom. There were no stall walls in the way, so the image was perfect, and intimate. At least four different camera angles gave a full picture to their audience.

The unveiling of my pussy, the liberation of my tits, the rub, the insertion and the tantalizing orgasm, were shown to me, with the climax going again and again, until each lens had its fill! The video ended with a zoom into my phone, balancing on my panties, exposing the subject of my long drawn out orgasm, my sister's husband - Todd!

I could never let my sister see that video.

"Go to the washroom, place the bag over your head, and cuff your hands behind your back." appeared on my screen, where a Librarian would normally contact me.

My closed door meant that no one was watching me now, but I had to make sure that I was safe, so I opened the door and looked down the aisles, to see if my antagonist was watching. There was no one obvious.

I went back into my study carrel and closed the door behind me.

The screen now had another line.

"Go now!!!, or your sister and all of your friends will get the video."

Life is an adventure, I told myself, picking up my purse, and heading for the John.

The lock buzzed open as I got there, revealing that I was being watched by the Libraries own cameras, but I knew that the ones in the toilet area were special ones, installed by my antagonist.

Inside, I found a dark silk bag with a pull string, and a set of solid looking handcuffs. I put the bag over my head, pulled the string lightly, to keep it in place, then I put the cuffs on one wrist, before putting my hands together behind my back, and fumbled with them, trying to put them on.

I heard the door buzz, and felt the change in the air pressure as the door was opened. I wasn't undressed, but the scene would be very odd, to anyone other than my attacker.

Someone got close behind me, and took my wrist, with a gentle hand. The cuff was properly positioned and clicked into place.

Not a word was said, as 'he?' turned me around, pulled my panties to the floor, and pushed me down on the toilet seat.

I could hear him going through my purse, then the shallow hum of the vibrator could be heard in the quiet room.

"Oh my god!" I said as he touched it to my clit. I drew in breath, and my tits became stiff under my sweater. The pressure stopped as my sweater was lifted out of the way, then it came back to my vagina lips. The buzzing tip was slowly pushed into me, and I had a shattering orgasm. My antagonist rubbed my clit while I undulated in ecstasy.

I heard the rustling as a latex condom was opened, suggesting that it was a man that was abusing me. The indrawn breath, as he pushed his cock into the folds of the condom just confirmed it.

He tapped my vagina a few times before he pushed it into the sopping wet hole. My rapid breath revealed how excited that I was getting, but the wider spreading of my legs was a bit of a give away too.

He took a minute to administer to my nipples, before grinding out his own pleasure. His lips sucked as he squeezed my nibs. His hands held both of them for his nibbling as he stroked deeply into me with his covered cock.

I did not last as long as he did, plunging into an orgasm that was fueled by my extreme fantasy laden mind!

The popping of my nipples in his mouth kept me cumming for long enough that he caught up, and loaded his condom with an ounce or two of his jizz. He took his time, pumping for an extra ten or twenty strokes to get all the pleasure that he could squeeze out. After he pulled out, he sucked on my tits for a while, then I felt him attach something to the drawstring of the bag.

He didn't take long to dress. Of course I don't know if he exposed any more than his dick. I heard the door open and felt the characteristic change in air pressure, then the door clicked shut.

The bag came off easily enough and a key was attached to the string. It took a while for me to get my arms to my front, but I am pretty bendy, having practiced gymnastics for a few years in my youth. It still took ten more minutes to get the key in and release myself from my bonds. I slipped the cuffs, the key and the black silk bag into my big purse, and I rearranged my body parts back under my panties and sweater and I made my exit.

I had no idea who my Librarian was, and no way to find out.

I stayed away from the Library for a while, but I knew that it was not over.

I got to hook up with Scott a few days later. His cell number was real, and I needed some real cock to forget about my troubles.

I hooked up with him at his small apartment in Georgetown, and we decided not to go out and spend our hard earned money, when all we wanted was a hookup.

I got a much better view of his rock hard cock, but it wasn't quite as nice as the one that I gave him in my drawing. I couldn't help but feel disappointed with his girth, as it failed to spread my vagina very much. He was obviously proud of his ability to slap his pelvis into my groin with machine-like intensity, but I was just looking into his eyes, anticipating the scrunch that would happen when he came.

My nipples were again calling to me, the stimulation went both ways for me, so that tapping on my clit just had to be supported by tongue or lip action on my nipples. I had to use my own hands, and my own imagination, as I fell into the ecstasy of my orgasm.

The whole thing was over within ten minutes, and there didn't seem to be any reason to stay, so I didn't.

The note on the door knob of my room simply said, "Library washroom. Bring bag, cuffs and key." I guess he was horny again. I was surprised that it had taken him so long.

Twenty minutes later I was buzzed into the bathroom. Again I put on the bag and put the cuffs on, but this time I cuffed myself in the front, where I could see to do it.

I had no panties on this time, so I started playing with myself right away, and I didn't stop when I heard the door lock buzz, continuing when I knew that he could see me.

He came to me fast and he made sure that the draw string was fully in place, so that he would not be exposed, then he shifted the bag so that the draw string was in the back, making it more difficult for me if I was trying to pull it off. I heard him going through my bag, but he hadn't mentioned the toy, so I didn't bring it.

"Bring the toy, or a bigger one next time," was all he said before pushing his cock into me. I was confident that he was wearing a condom, but there was nothing to do about it, so I relaxed and played a bit with my clit as he pushed in and out of my pussy. He resumed his exploration of my chest, which brought me to heaven faster than him.

After my orgasm he started sucking on my nipples again, and he had me running multiple orgasms while he pounded away. When he finally exploded into me, I could tell that he wasn't used to that much stimulus as he mumbled, "fuck, god, oh yeah," as he pumped his pleasure into my grasping cunt.

It was five minutes after he left before I could clean myself up and get back to my dorm room. Having the cuffs in front helped a lot.

I couldn't help but think that I could handle this. It was not too much, to keep my sister happy.

By the end of the second week I was making daily trips to the John!

I started carrying all of my sex toys in my purse. I didn't think that three were too many, and I loved them all.

I started thinking of my stocker as just a fuck buddy, so I didn't mope around feeling used or worse. He told me to give him a hummer on our fourth 'date', but I insisted that he always make me cum before I would use my mouth on him. I wasn't going to be someones suck toy.

He had no problems with that, as he pushed another vibrator into my love closet. He obviously enjoyed watching me cum, even without seeing my face.

After my delicious orgasm I took his cock in my mouth, and used my hands to help me stroke him to a voluminous orgasm. He wore a condom during oral sex too, so I didn't have anything to swallow.

For the next meeting he surprised me by going down on me. He pulled my ass forward on the toilet seat, got down on his knees, and started lapping into my vagina. I adjusted myself so that he could get deeper, there was no reason to be selfish here. The angle helped, as he used his constant twisting of my nibs to keep my attention.

Five minutes later I was quietly pushing out another spasm of love.

He finished with a deep fuck, playing with my tits again, and I had another orgasm as he finished.

"Such a little slut," he grunted as he came.

"You sure are," I responded, but of course he was right.

My Political Science class was an elective, of course. The subject didn't interest me, but it was either that or I had to suffer through a Psych class or Anthropology! At least the class was simple, requiring no essays, and a multiple choice exam, geared precisely to the Lecturers book. That meant that it was a cake walk, and I love cake!

Mandy called to see if we could get together tonight. She would have some friend to match me up with, but I couldn't say no to another chance to see Todd.

There was another note at my dorm, so I headed for my afternoon fuck with the Librarian. This time I had a new vibrator, and I was anxious to feel how it worked.

I got buzzed in, without incident, but I was not in a hurry. The Librarian would know when I'm ready by watching one of his monitors. I put the cuffs on in front again and sat down on the throne, with my panties around my ankles. He didn't keep me waiting long, but I did have my shirt pulled up and the bra unhooded before he got there.

I was absently stroking my clit when the door buzzed and quickly opened.

"Oh my, she is a slut," I heard a voice that was new to me! I jumped up, but two sets of hands were on me quickly.

"The cuffs go in the back sweetheart," one of them explained as he removed one of my wrists. They twisted my arms behind me and had them refastened in a flash.

I was pushed over the sink and someone's foot was used to push my legs apart. Then a cock was abruptly thrust into me from behind. I wish I could be sure it had a rubber on it, but this was new for me.

Two hands grabbed my cuffed arms and lifted them high for leverage. This forced my breasts into the empty sink. His thighs pushing against me made it impossible for me to bring my legs together. He surged into me, driving his cock as far as he could.

He took his time, and they talked about me.

"She's a bit big in the ass, but that makes it more fun," one bragged as the assault continued, perhaps ramping up a little.

"Am I going to get a hummer too?" he asked.

"Only if you make her cum," the familiar voice responded.

The assault continued until he started to cum, then he was a little sporadic in his thrusting as he stumbled into an orgasm.

"Yes, I needed that," he explained. "I'll get her to cum next time," he informed his benefactor. I heard him removing the condom, then I was twisted around, and another cock was pushed into me. I knew right away that this was my usual guy. He smelled right, and the hands on my tits felt right too. He reached down and pushed my vibrator over top of my clit, then pounded into me hard.

I was cumming for them inside of 15 seconds!

"Nice, will you get a Blow Job now?" the extra guy asked.

"No, that's enough for today," he responded, and the two of them left the washroom as fast as they came in.

It took me a while to get my arms in front, to pull the mask off. I had to rummage through my purse to find the key, but thankfully I found it, and released myself from my bonds.

My little problem had escalated into a big one.

I still had to show up for my date with Mandy, and I was surprised to find her gift to me was an honest to goodness GILF. I mean, he was fit enough, and young enough, but not too young. If he could put a sentence together, maybe he would get to service me while I'm dreaming about Todd.

He proved to be a college grad, in the security world, as in Corporate Security. What the fuck do I know about that? It didn't matter to me, and my lack of interest in his occupation did not get in the way of his erection. He quickly had us both naked, and he was smacking into me with the zeal of a true convert, or a monkey!

I fell into a pool of penetrating pleasure.

When I got back to my dorm I was happy to see no message. I was dehydrated and in need of a beer and a joint. All I had on my schedule for tomorrow was You and Politics, my one elective this year.

Often, when men look at me, I can see the lust so clearly. They see me naked in their mind's eye, and they give me a careful once over. This time, when my Poli-Sci T.A. looked at me, I could tell that he had fucked me! There was that knowing look, as if he had watched me as I had an uncontrollable orgasm. The worst part was that he knew that I knew!

So much can be exchanged with a look! Not a word had been spoken, but I knew that one of my attackers was right in front of me! I could hear his voice in my head, and I knew that it would match with Carl Porter.

"Hi, Simone right?" he asked as if he didn't know who he fucked over the sink yesterday.

"That's right, Carl," I responded. "Who is the Librarian," I boldly asked.

"Pardon me? The Librarian? I don't know what or who you mean."...but he did.

"You fucked me over the sink just yesterday, so I think that you know exactly who I mean!" I said, keeping my voice low, but forceful.

"Um, sorry but you have me confused with someone else," Carl said, but he smiled to let me know the truth. "But, if you're looking for a fuck partner, I do have some time this afternoon."

I wasn't going to find out anything from this pervert, so I hurried to the Student Union for a coffee and some deep thinking.

Not all of my friends at Humbler College are useless turds just looking for a chance to fuck me. Some of them yes, but not all.

Paul was a computer geek, and he was good in the sack, a combination that I was very surprised to find. He looked good, and bought me a drink to get in my pants, which he did. It wasn't until he finished with me, and instead of lighting a cig or a joint, he went to his special gaming chair, and dove into the net!