FUCK.
Caroline slammed her book shut with a sigh loud enough to earn an eye-roll from the guy on the other side of the desk. This library was shit. Sure, it looked pretty – the endless crowds of tourists outside trying to get a peak in were a constant reminder. But films and tv had promised her a wild university experience. Now, in her third year, it had been far too much reading and far too little anything else. Certainly, she’d loved it. Proud of her academic skills and with a keen thirst for knowledge the reading had been genuinely interesting. Well, as interesting as medieval politics could be. But she couldnt shake the idea that she was missing out, that her life was going round and round in circles in endless dusty libraries with no real living. She couldn’t think straight in this fucking library any longer. Shoving her books up into her bag, she knocked her water-bottle off the desk with a clang that rebounded around the library. The dickhead on the other side of the desk tutted again. Caroline silently hoped he died alone and sad, and whisked herself off to go and get a coffee.
The library’s foyer was light and soulless, a metal and glass monstrosity funded by some arms-dealer or big pharma or the like. A trickle of students pressed their way through the barriers in the opposite direction as Caroline made her way over towards the sad looking coffee machine in the corner. By it a couple obnoxiously made-out with each other, his hands rested on her tight ass through her jeans. Dickheads – couldn’t they find somewhere less public for that? It’s a library not a brothel. Still, Caroline couldnt quite keep her eyes away from them. His hands dancing across her body made Caroline ache for human touch. They must have caught her staring because they quickly hurried out of her way. Great now she looked like a creep too. With a burst of noise a gaggle of loud chattering students burst into the foyer, their stories of how much they’d managed to drink last night and how *totally wasted* they’d been bouncing off the walls. Great, literally the worst kind of people in the library at this time of night: her day kept getting worse and worse. Nobody gives a flying fuck how many bottles of vodka you drank last night dickheads. Desperate for some peace and quite, her head spinning full of thoughts, she headed for the bathroom away from the rabble.
She locked herself in a cubicle and absent-mindedly pressed her hand down the front of her panties. The worst thing in the world is to have a mis-match of desires and needs inside you, and Caroline had got the worst miss-match of all. Inside her burnt an unrivaled sexual desire – safe in her room she’d use her vibrator endlessly to pleasure herself. Her head was filled with endless filth and lust as she came day and night. And yet, she was shy. Very shy. When men passed her she blushed, hiding behind her books. She felt incapable of making the first move, or any move at all.
Caroline had come to university promising herself she’d break free and fuck around. Where had it all gone wrong? She’d done everything a shy girl could do to become a slut. Her dresses were always short, and she made extra effort to bend over when cute guys walked past. She left her tight lacy panties out to dry far longer than was necessary hoping she’d catch someone trying to steal one, but to no end. She’d even sucked off one of her coursemates while clubbing in second year in a hope of getting a reputation. He’d pressed her up against a night club cubicle wall and fucked her face while calling her a good little slut – her cheeks had burned with shame over how much she was enjoying it, and she’d swallowed his warm cum down in one go. Clearly, however, the word seemed not to have got around. Just thinking about it was making her wet, as the material of her panties begun to cling to her pussy lips. Her finger momentarily flicked past her clit, sending a warm buzz through her body. She loved this warmth inside her. Why was nobody giving it to her? In her frustration a thought sprung to her mind. She tried to press it down, refocus her mind on the pile of reading that was awaiting her, but it continued to grow, fed by her horniness. She needed something. She needed it now. Fuck it, she thought to herself as she began to feel her fingers grow increasingly wet. I’m going to fuck the first person I see.
Rushing out of the toilet she hastily tucked her hair behind her ears out of shyness. She could feel the heat growing between her legs, her breath growing quicker and her knees weaker. She needed to find someone, and quick. The lobby now lay eerily empty – she’d been hoping to find an eligible cock waiting for her immediately. Sadly, no luck. Swiping her entry pass she re-entered the library and immediately ducked down the stairs to the lower floor – quiet and abandoned.
Her head was empty now – no planning, no thinking. Sex. Sex was what she needed. Hurtling around a bookcase she stopped, suddenly, confronted by the dark outline of a tall body. In front of her stood a post-grad student, in his early twenties, exhaustion etched across his face. A moment of hesitation flickered through Caroline’s mind – he wouldnt have been her first choice. No, she repeated to herself, give yourself up to the first cock you see. This is the challenge. This is the future. Looking up from the book he had been flicking through, Caroline locked eyes with this new stranger. Her voice trembled before biting her lip. ‘I’d like you to fuck me’ she managed to stammer out. His eyes widened in surprise for a moment, and then a smile darted across his face. ‘Lead away’.
Taking his hand she led it him silently through the dark. Twisting between shelves, the noise of others studying slowly fading into the background, Caroline’s pulses quickened. Be brave, she kept repeating in her head, be brave. Now is the time to become the slut you were always meant to be. Rounding a corner, the library quiet, she pushed him up against the bookcase and kissed him deeply. His tongue darted across hers and she knew, in that instant, she was his.
He slid his hand down the front of her jeans, clumsy at first in his eagerness. His fingers fumbled around, trying to find where to pleasure her. Rolling her eyes and sighing slightly her hand joined his, guiding him towards her clit, and she let out a muffled moan as he found the mark. She’d not expected anyone to see her little pussy any time soon so her bush was fully grown, surround her nerdy tight slit. Slowly in circles he began to tease her, lips on hers as his fingers danced across her. His left hand moved to squeeze her tits, nipples hard.
Before she knew it her shirt was on the floor, exposing her tight black bra. He wasted no time in ripping it off, breaking the clasp, and throwing it down onto the floor beside her. He gazed down at her tits before bending down to take one in his mouth. His tongue swirled around her nipple as his finger continued to explore between her legs: so warm and so wet. As a moan escaped her lips she looked up into his eyes – ‘please daddy, can I taste you’. She could feel his cock pressing against her leg through his trousers, already so hard for her. Without a word he forced her down to her knees, undoing his belt. She took his thick cock in her hands. His eyes gazed down at her full of pure lust; nothing but a desperate horny animal.
Her tongue began to tease the end of his cock. Slowly, delicately, her hand slid the length of his shaft as his face tensed in pleasure. With a little giggle she took him inside her mouth. One hand teased his balls as he slowly guided her mouth around his cock. He whimpered as she pleasured him, gripping her hair into two bundles at either side. ‘May I fuck your throat slut’ he mumbled between moans. She nodded, allowing him to slide an extra few inched into her. He pounded away at her throat, her deep gags loud enough to arouse suspicion. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She’d sucked dick before but never like this – never so primal. She’d never felt so used. She suddenly wished they’d be caught. How would she explain this to a librarian; she didn’t even know the game of the cock that was rammed down her throat. A deep shame at the sluttiness that had overcome her washed over her. Pulling him out, a thin strand of precum drawing from her lips, she gazed into his eyes. Gasping for breath, her eyeliner running, her hands crept down to tease her wetness. ‘Slap me daddy’ she begged, prompting a quick slap across the face. Straight back into her mouth she let him use her throat like a fuck toy, deep-throating his thick cock.
Standing her up suddenly he lent into her ear and his hands tightened around her throat to choke her – ‘remind me, slut, who owns that cunt of yours’? ‘Yyyyou do, daddy’ she let out with a gasp as her jeans were pulled down abruptly, along with her tight pink panties. Standing back he admired her nakedness: her long hair, her delicate cheekbones, her gorgeous hairy little pussy. With one swift motion she was over his knee. ‘Punish me master’ she giggled, before gasping as a swift hard spank landed on her ass. Then another. And another. She could feel her cheeks and her ass turning red, burning under daddy’s punishment. As she cried out ‘harder daddy’ her panties were firmly pressed into her mouth – ‘shush now little kitten, daddy makes the rules’. 20 spanks later he pulled back, pushing her on to the nearby table. Her ass glowed red and sore from his punishment and she loved it.
Bent over a chair, his thick cock head explored her wet pussy. As he entered her from behind he pulled on her hair: gently at first, but with increasing firmness. Fuck – she instantly knew he was the biggest she’d ever had. The cock’s she’d taken in the past had only been small – the only real relationship of her life had been with a guy who had been pushing max 5 inches. She hadn’t cum once over their 6 months ‘dating’. But this man, he was different. Slowly, gently, his cock buried itself inside her, his thickness stretching her pussy out. ‘You take a strangers cock so well’ he whispered in her ear – ‘now daddy is going to fuck your tight little hairy cunt’. She nodded, too focused on the heat between her legs to care what he said, or even if he said anything at all. Pressing her head down onto the table he pounded her, groaning in pleasure as he stretched her out. Her legs began to shake, his balls gently slapping against her. His rough hands tightened around her hips, levering himself deeper and deeper into her.
Caroline’s head began to spin. She knew this was what she wanted. To be used. The panties in her mouth muffled her sheer pleasure as he continued to pound into her cunt. He pushed her off the chair onto the thick carpet, grasping her hips and continuing to fuck her pussy hard and fast. The carpet began to burn her knees, but the burning between her legs was all that Caroline could feel. She could tell he was getting close as he sped up, pulling her hair to force her face up. All she could see was a dark painted wall, and all she could feel was pure, deep pleasure. She was in heaven.
With a groan he emptied his hot cum inside her, filling her up. It was too much for her and she joined him, whimpering as her body convulsed to orgasm on his cock. Dripping his cum she lay back, gasping, the world in a haze. Collecting her clothes she hastily dressed herself before turning to him, still spawn on the floor in the remnants of his pleasure. He called something out after her as she whisking herself out through the door, perhaps asking for her name or number, but in her haste she paid little attention.
Flustered, Caroline burst out of the library, through the foyer and into the darkness. She’d been playing it cool but now her heart felt like it was going to explode. Fuck. FUCK. That had been so good. She barely noticed the darkness outside before she managed to snap herself out of the warm, cock-inspired haze. With a sinking feeling, she realized she’d left her panties behind. Fuck, those had been expensive. Still, knowing the guy she’d fucked would take them home and wank his thick cock over them again and again gave her a thrill. Standing in the bracing cold, still gasping slightly, she let her eyes wander over the flickering street-lights in the darkness. For the first time in months she felt satisfied. Filled. Complete. His warmth slowly slid down her inner thigh from her still raw pussy. ‘This is a new beginning’ she whispered quietly to herself, shouldered her backpack, and set off into the dark.
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