Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I have a few other classes. I’m not sure I take anything in for any of them. I end up at the library, studying for an English Lit test. It’s quiet, and I’ve picked a floor and a corner where nobody else is.
I notice my hand is down between my legs, sliding beneath my skirt. I didn’t think about doing it, it just happened. My finger is stroking over my underwear, rubbing the gusset of my panties against my tender pussy lips. He fucked me and he came in me, and I know his cum is still inside me. Possibly making me pregnant. I could take a Plan B, but if I’m already ovulating, which I think I am, it’s too fucking late.
My finger slides underneath my underwear. I’m wet. Thinking about how I was used last night is making me aroused. I slide my finger up and start playing with my clit, echoing the same motions the intruder made last night.
I am completely immersed in my own pleasure when someone steps up behind me. A hand reaches around my neck, fingers brushing against my throat lightly as a deep English accent purrs in my ear.
“Come to the bathroom.”
I turn around, but all I see is the back of a tall, broad-shouldered man’s head as he walks away. My heart is hammering from excitement and also shock. I didn’t know I wasn’t alone. Did he see what I was doing? Does he know I was touching myself thinking about him? The hair on the back of my neck rises as I realize he must have been following me for a while.
I should pack up my things and leave, but what would that do? He’d follow me again, and when he caught me again—and he would—it would be worse. He didn’t threaten me with that consequence, but he didn’t have to.
I should run. I should go to the police. I should find an adult I trust.
I get up from the desk, and I go to the bathroom. It’s not very far from the table I chose, behind a stack of old books. I push the door open. There are two doors beyond that. One for men, one for women.
I go into the women’s bathroom.
And that’s the last choice I make for quite a while.
My stalker grabs me by the wrist, pulls me into a stall, pushes me face first up against the wall, shoves my underwear to the side, and thrusts his cock inside me. From the moment I walked into the bathroom to the moment I start getting fucked, it’s less than thirty seconds.
“Did you think you could hide here in the library and I wouldn’t find you? There’s nowhere you can go that I won’t find you and use this tight little pussy,” he purrs in my ear.
“I wasn’t hiding. I was trying to study.”
“It didn’t look to me like you were doing much studying,” he says, kicking my legs apart a little more and pulling my hips out to make me bend over for the fucking.
I don’t say anything in response to his accusation. I know there’s no point lying.
“I thought you might have been traumatized after last night. I didn’t think you’d be playing with yourself in a public place the next day,” he says. “You really are a surprising little thing.”
He pushes deep inside me with a long, slow, deliberate thrust designed to make me feel every inch of not only him, but the humiliation of being caught out enjoying my own degradation and use.
For a few minutes, he holds me there and fucks me slowly. I whimper occasionally as my pussy struggles to take his thick cock so soon after our last encounter. He soothes me by kissing the back of my neck and murmuring to me, telling me what a good girl I am.
“Such a sweet little fuck pet,” he praises. “Look at how much you love being fucked. I’m almost sorry I took so long to come to you. You were obviously in dire need of being bred, weren’t you?”
I surrender to the madness of the moment, arching my ass out to meet him as he fucks me. I feel a little safer here in the real world. This is not the dark privacy of my bedroom. This is a college bathroom. I can’t be hurt here, I tell myself.
Smack!
His palm makes sharp contact with my cheek.
“Ow!” I gasp in shock and pain. “What was that for?”
“I asked you a question,” he growls. “Didn’t I? I asked you if you needed to be bred.”
“Yes,” I moan as he pulls out, holding the thick head of his cock right at the entrance of my pussy. “I… fuck… please don’t make me say these things. Isn’t it enough that you’re using me?”
“It’s never going to be enough when it comes to you,” he says. “I’m always going to want more. I’m always going to need everything you have to give. Do you understand me?”