All characters are 18+. This is a work of fiction. Pls, enjoy.
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Class crawled by. After a while of sitting idly, watching math equations appear on the screen, I pull out my phone. I surfed the web for my favorite erotic fiction. I searched “noncon,” one of many fetishes. The story unfolded as the teacher reviewed the quadratic formula.
A girl walks home. She is mildly drunk, enjoying the night air on her skin. Footsteps behind her. Her mind tells her to run, but she doesn’t; she is too tipsy to translate the message into action.
The footsteps near. She tightens her hands around her tazer, readying herself. The footsteps are mere inches away. A hand grips her arm; she is yanked back, causing her to drop the tazer back into her purse.
I read the passage about the girl being yanked back into a narrow alley several times. My nipples are hard beneath my shirt, my pussy lips tingle. I rest a hand on my thigh to rub circles as I finally move on.
The girl’s face is pressed against a brick wall. Her attacker gropes her breasts over her coat, his hard cock pressed against her ass.
She fumbles her hand in her purse. Her fingers graze the cool surface. She grips the tazer and digs it free. But she is pinned. Her arm has no range.
Her attacker grinds his hard cock against her ass. She clinches her teeth as she thrusts forward against the bricks, getting as flat as she could. He wrenches at her hips, but she holds herself down. He whips her to face him, and she brings the tazer to his throat. His body jerks, spasming. She shoves him away and stumbles out of the alley.
I take a break to look at the screen to not draw the teacher’s wrath. But I don’t pay attention. My mind wanders back to the story, and I fantasize about what might happen next:
The girl will fumble for her phone, but she’ll drop it. She’ll bend over to pick it up. Hands will grip her hips and shove her face into the concrete. Her attacker will tear at her leggings, yanking them down past her ass. She’ll hear the clink of a belt; a cold, wet hand will grind at her pussy, two fingers will thrust into her for a few seconds.
She will be so lubed that her attacker has no trouble thrusting his hard cock into her wet, little pussy. The girl will groan and moan simultaneously; her attacker will unceremoniously slam into her, grinding her face into the concrete. Each thrust will build an orgasm, but she will try to resist because she doesn’t want to encourage the attack. Her fingers will fumble in the dark, desperately searching for her phone, for her tazer, but her fingers find nothing.
Her pussy will tighten, and she will bite her lip. She’ll do everything to resist it. Her attacker will sense the build, and he’ll fuck her harder. His cock will pulse, and he’ll moan. It will release the flood gates, and the girl will orgasm on her attacker’s cock.
Then he will use the girl’s tight hole to jerk himself off. Her body will be limp as she is overcome with orgasm after orgasm. Tears will fill her eyes as she moans without reserve.
Her attacker will fuck her like a doll so long and so hard that her pussy is nearly numb with burning pleasure when he comes inside her. He’ll release rope after rope into her depths. After the last spasm passes, her attacker will yank out of her; the cold, night air will cause her pussy to shiver.
The girl will hear that familiar clink of a belt. Her attacker will stand up and shove her over with his boot.
“Bitch.” Footsteps thunder away from her.
The girl will lay there for a moment, completely limp and silently sobbing.
I go back to the story after hanging my coat on my desk so that it covers from the left while the wall hides my right. No one is seated along the wall in the two rows in front of me; I’m basically concealed except for a stretch in front of the whiteboard. Enough to give me the thrill of potentially being caught, but keeping the risk low. I’m almost ready to graduate.
I lift my skirt enough to reveal my undies. Fresh, cotton white. Touch of innocence, of untouched skin. I run my middle finger along my pussy lips, only my damp panties impeding contact.
I have never been caught despite multiple attempts. But it was more difficult than I thought it would be. If I didn’t deliver content to a certain audience soon, then I might lose the income. I checked the mini cam videotaping the activity both under my desk and directly in front of me.
Best case scenario: Someone spots me and watches as I make myself cum. And then that’s it. I just need the one to keep catering.
Fantasy scenario: That’s not the end of it. I would get the video uploaded, see an increase in profit and get to work on a different kink video–being fingered by a stranger while in public.
But then the guy that watched me cum in class would see the video. He has been a subscriber for almost 4 months. He would be stunned and then harder than he’d been in at least a year. Then he would help my ratings.
I would be in one of the more secluded restrooms to do a quick finger fuck in the bathroom. I’d hoped for a better video like the one where the girl watched me finger myself to orgasm. All put together, I would go to leave and there he’d be. He has a camera strapped to his forehead. He would shove me back and lock the door behind him.
I would back away, aware right away that I am in trouble with nowhere to go. He wouldn’t let me get far; he grabs my arms and drags me against his chest. Against his cock. Before I fully process what’s happening, he would have my skirt up and panties off. He would lift me up onto the counter and pull me to the ledge.
“I can help you make content.” And then the camera would make sense.
My stomach would drop because I knew he was right–this was the pinnacle of the main fetish I catered to. I was in public, coming and vulnerable, and a stranger finds and fucks my hole till they cum. I would contemplate it and then be horrified; the guy runs his hard cock against my naked pussy while I try to think clearly. My sensitive clit would run shudders through me.
I don’t say it aloud. I would simply nod, and the guy would immediately drive his cock into my aching hole. His thick cock would stretch to my limit to the point that I fear tearing. I would grab the lube I used earlier and drip it over the guy’s cock. He slows so that only his tip is inside me.
I would moan as he slips back inside. He goes slow as he lines me with the lube. Then he would fuck me hard and without regard. I would keep my face turned away, moaning into my hand. His cock would be the best pain and pleasure I have ever experienced, and I am so overwhelmed that I might cry.
The whole time, the guy would keep his head down, making sure to film his thick cock thrusting into me. I want to cum so badly; so this is over quick or because this is the best fuck I’ve had in my life, I’m unsure.
He would fuck me until my body is rocked by an orgasm that reaches my toes. Then he would thrust into me so hard that I cry out. I cum again, the pain to pleasure ratio bringing me to the edge and tipping me just as he finishes on my thighs.
Then he would take out the cartridge and hand it to me. “And cut.”
I would remain there for a moment before slipping down to the floor.
And it would be my most popular video.
I pull my panties aside and stroke my naked lips. Soft hairs carress my fingertips. I return to the story; the girl called 911, and the police arrived before the guy opened his eyes again. The girl rode to the station to fill out paperwork and accepted an offer to be driven home. It was late, and she was shaken. The police officer, a muscular Latinx man, pulled over to discuss the next steps in her case.
“In a case like this, it’s really important that the victim can explicitly explain the attack.”
She nods.
“Are you going to be able to do that? Because, I am certified to take victim statements that explicitly explains through active memory.”
“What,” she shook her head, “what does that mean?”
“It’s an activity in which you explain what happened, and I help you verify that happened by testing it.”
The girl blinks at the officer–is that true? Buzzed had turned to drunk after she finished off a bottle of tequila to calm her nerves. The freshly 21 yeat old, sheltered as a homeschool kid didn’t know how everything worked. But she knew that she could trust the police; her parents always said to call 911 before them. So . . . He must be right.
“But if you’re sure that you don’t–”
“No, I’ll do it. I want a good case against him so he can’t do it to anyone else.”
“Great! I really think this will help.” The officer shuts off the car. “Are you comfortable to do it right here? You said you had a roommate so it might be more comfortable.”
The girl nods. Makes sense. She follows the officer further into the field. He sweeps his flashlight over the ground, lending her comfort and support. He was a kind man, she noted. He wore a ring, and she smiled knowing this man was probably a wonderful husband.
“Right here seems good.” He turns off the flashlight. The lights of civilization are far enough away that they are nearly submerged in darkness only penetraded by the stars.
“So, walk me through what happened.” The girl describes each moment of the attack, and the officer helps her confirm by reenacting the moment.
“Honestly, I think you’re good–at what happened. It will probably be a good idea to know what also didn’t happen.”
“Really?”
“The prosecution will do whatever they can to keep their scumbag clients on the streets to keep dragging women into allies.”
The girl shudders, remembering the attack in detail after confirming it with the officer. “Ok, let’s do that, too. I’ll do whatever I need to.”
“Great,” the officer said in a low voice. A serious voice that showed his dedication to justice. “So let’s start with your hand on my cock.” He unzipped his pants and pulled his semi-hard cock out.
The girl looks at it–this definitely didn’t happen during the attack.
The officer lifts the girl’s hand and rests it on his cock. He guides her hand with his own so that she strokes his length. He let go, letting her ensure this didn’t happen during the attack.
“Yeah, this didn’t happen.”
“That’s great. For the next common one, you need to lie down.” The officer takes off his jacket and folds it so the girl has a pillow. Then he spreads out a blanket. He smiles, “Always good to be prepared.”
He directs her to lie down. First he tests his hand, rubbing on her pussy through her leggings. Her body starts confusing her thoughts when the officer took off her leggings and undies so he could rub her bare pussy. This didn’t happen?
The officer takes off his belt in order to undo it and pull down his pants and briefs. As he lowers between her legs, he explains that this might take longer to decide, but that he would help however long it took. She nods.
The officer slides his cock into her pussy. The girl spasms around it, her walls gripping it. He moves his cock in and out, being careful. The girl’s thoughts blur a little.
The officer kept his word, never stopping. As moments passed, he sped up and fucked harder. He propped himself on one elbow so that he could watch her face. Soon he was fucking her so hard that he had to pin her down.
“No, no.” The girl gasped. “This didn’t happen.”
The officer slowed and then stopped. He remained inside the moist warmth of the girl as he asked if she was ready to try another one. She said, ‘yes.’
He helped her to her feet and then onto her knees. “This will probably be the last one that we have to check. If you confirm these three things didn’t happen, then you definitely know what happened.”
The girl nodded. “Ok. Thanks again.”
“Anytime. I’ll give you my card in case we need anything else.”
The girl opens her mouth to reply; the officer slips his cock between her lips so that it rests on her tongue. “Last one,” he says in a breathy voice, eyes closed. “It’s easier to know if I take control–leaves you totally free to think.”
Slowly, the officer slides his cock across the girl’s tongue. He reaches down and helps her open her mouth more. Once she does, he grips the sides of her head. He pushes himself into the back of her throat. He immediately speeds up as he holds her head in place, letting her completely focus on . . . On . . .
The officer fucks her skull for a few minutes, pulling out long enough for her to take a breath before shoving his cock deep into her throat. He fucks and fucks; she can’t think, she doesn’t know.
His cock slams into her throat again and again. She struggles to breathe, gasping each time he pulls his cock out of her mouth. Her jaw aches, but she refuses to let it get in the way. He fucks her throat another minute before pulling out all the way.
“You know what? I can’t tell if you know what to do or not.”
The girl gags, thinking that maybe this didn’t happen.
“It may work better if you actually lie down. My training says that if you’re more comfortable, you’ll be able to think clearer.”
The girl lies down. The officer takes off his pants and briefs, explaining that they’ll get in the way. He tells her to open her mouth now. He slides his cock into her mouth and right back into her throat.
His knees are on either side of her head. He hovers over her face and fucks her throat. Her head repeatedly hits the jacket as he thrusts into her throat. He slams down her throat just like he slammed into her pussy. His balls slap her chin. Her clit throbs.
Within minutes, his cock swells and he shoves himself so far down her throat that it feels like he came right into her stomach. He thrusts for a few seconds, squeezing every drop out. Then he stands up and gets dressed.
“How was that?”
The girl coughs and gasps. She would have remembered if that had happened. After several deep breaths, she replies, “Great. I think I’m ready.”
The officer gave her a comforting smile, “So do I.”
My pussy is dripping after I rubbed my lips during the last part. I had never read anything like it. Strange, but sexy. I set down my phone and finally dip my fingers between my lips. As I do and look forward–
Someone watches me. My heart skips a beat as it finally happens. I’ve been caught, and now I have a decision to make. Keep going and risk being expelled, or stop and miss the profit–which will remain even if I get expelled.
I bring my fingers back to my wet pussy. The person watching is a guy, the TA for the class. He sits near the corner of the room instead of at the back of the room.
My heart hammers in my chest as I rub my clit. I have no hood, so the pleasure is immediately overwhelming. The TA stares at my pussy, unblinking. I rub my clit until my hole aches. I slide my fingers inside and start finger fucking myself. I rest my head on the palm of my left hand so I can cover my mouth. I curl my fingers against my soft, pleasure points.
The TA’s expression is controlled. I pull my fingers out and stimulate my clit. My speed increases, and i orgasm within moments.
For the rest of class, I leave my legs open so the TA can still see my pussy. When the hour is up, I gather my things. Looking directly at him, I drop my panties on the chair. Then I walk away.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/spwiy3/multitasking_for_bad_girls