“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?”
He pushes into my soaked pussy, and we both hear the wet sound my body makes as it welcomes him deep inside me.
Just at the moment I want him to really fuck me hard, the bathroom door opens. Adrenaline shoots through me as he covers my mouth with his hand and holds me tight.
“Not a word, baby,” he murmurs, giving me a few shallow thrusts while the girl takes one of the other stalls and pees.
I can’t believe I am letting this happen to me. I am simply being used, and he is keeping his bare cock deep inside me as he makes me wait to continue being fucked.
He moves inside me a little, drawing out a fraction of an inch and pushing back in again, keeping that hand over my mouth as he plays with my clit with the other hand. It is so hard not to make a noise as I am publicly claimed.
She spends longer at the mirror than I wish she would. Fixing her makeup or something, probably. She has no idea I’m stuck in here, impaled on a stranger’s cock, craving the fucking he’s going to give me the second she is gone.
My tormentor makes it worse by rolling my clit between his fingers, clamping my mouth shut even harder with his hand as I try to make little noises of excitement.
Finally she goes, and it is just the two of us again.
“You’re soaking,” he tells me. “You love this. Everything about this excites you. You’re a hungry little thing, desperate for my cock.”
He pulls out and turns me around. I think for a second I might see his face, but he has that smooth balaclava on again, and weare only eye to eye for a second before he pushes me down to my knees and guides his cock into my mouth.
He holds my head between both his hands and simply fucks my mouth. I can taste my pussy and his pre-cum. I can feel the ache between my thighs, the yearning for his cock to return.
“I thought you were going to fight me,” he says. “But you’re desperate for someone to take control of you, aren’t you. You want to be fucked, you maybe want to be bred, but more than anything you just want someone else to be in charge for once, don’t you?”
Oh, he really knows me too well. It feels like he just reached deep inside me and pulled out one of the secrets I wanted to stay hidden forever.
I do everything for myself. I work hard to put myself through school. My mom can’t help me. I have six younger siblings at home, and I was lucky to be able to make enough to afford tuition for this school. My dad left when I was too small to remember him.
And now my mouth is wrapped around the thick cock of a man who speaks softly and does rough, terrible things to me whether I want them or not. He can feel that wound in me, he can sense the weakness, and he is taking full advantage of it.
“You’re doing so well sucking my cock, baby,” he says, switching to praise.
I get the feeling he’s toying with me, testing my reactions. Too bad for me, it works. There’s a flush of pleasure and happiness at his kind words. I feel a warmth running through me that makes me feel like I’m doing well, even though I am on my knees in a bathroom stall having my mouth fucked.
