Forbidden Desires: Short Filthy Stories

Chapter 1 ELENA’S POV I never really came here to read. Sure, I told myself I needed the quietness of the old university library building after the noisy classroom lectures. The heavy oak tables and the smell of aged papers, everything felt forbidden. But there’s this truth, very simple and dirty; I couldn’t study without coming, without orgasm I could barely concentrate. My mind wouldn’t settle until my p***y was slick and throbbing, until the ache between my legs was satisfied. And tonight was no different. I sneaked into the library at that time of the night using the spare keycard I’d borrowed from my roommate earlier. My backpack was heavy because of what I’d hidden inside my thickest textbook; a slim silver bullet vibrator and a bottle of lube. I was in my usual nerd uniform. An oversized cardigan, a pleated skirt that rested just above my knees, and rimmed glasses; my hair was in a messy bun with a pencil stuck into it. No one ever looked twice at the quiet Elena Voss. Perfect. I headed straight to the Rare Books section, the one Dr. Marcus Hale guarded like a treasure. I chose my usual spot; a wooden table tucked between towering shelves and I spread out my notes. But my real prize was waiting for me right on the shelf, a leather-bound book I’d discovered two weeks ago. Shadows of Desire by Marcus Hale. My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and f*****g me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.” Heat flooded between my thighs. My n*****s pierced hard against my top, I pressed my thighs together but it wasn’t enough anymore. I looked around once; everywhere was empty and quiet. Then I slid my hands down my skirt, my panties were already damp, then I pushed them aside and let my fingers slide through my dripping arousal. I circled my swollen c**t with a soft moan. God, I was so f*****g soaked. The words on the page blurred as I read on. “Please…” she begged, hips rocking against his tongue. “I need you inside me. Ruin me right here, where anyone could walk in.” My pulse jumped. I slid two fingers inside my p***y, pumping slowly while my thumb worked my c**t. The stretch felt good but I wanted more, so I reached for my backpack and pulled out the silver vibrator and clicked it on. The low buzz filled the air as I pressed the vibrating tip firmly on my c**t. “f**k!” I muttered as my head fell back and my eyes fluttered shut. I imagined it was his hand, Dr. Hale’s long fingers. His mouth and c**k thrusting into me while he made me read his own dirty words back to him. I pumped the toy faster and increased its vibrating speed, hips grinding against my hand, wet filthy sounds filling the library. I was so close already, thighs trembling and p***y clenching greedily around nothing. “Dr Hale…” I whispered his name like a prayer. “Please, f**k me senseless.” Just then, behind me, a desk creaked. I froze. The vibrator was still buzzing inside my dripping cunt when I whipped my head around. Dr Hale stood less than five feet away from me, leaning casually against the edge of another table, arms crossed over his broad chest. His eyes were dark when behind his glasses, and the sharp lines of his jaw were tight. He looked very much like a very strict professor. He had clearly been there long enough to see everything. My fingers were still buried inside me, the vibrator humming loudly against my p***y, my skirt was pushed up and my panties drawn to the side. Even my p***y was exposed and glistening with my juice. Heat dripped down my face but my body betrayed me as another wave of wetness coated my fingers. His voice was low and calm. “Miss Voss,” he said pushing off the table as he stepped close to me. “I see you’ve been enjoying my private collections.” He stopped right in front of me with his eyes deliberately lowered to where my fingers had been. “Naughty girl,” he murmured, his voice becoming dangerously lower. “Reading my book while you f**k yourself in my library. Do you think I wouldn’t notice?” I couldn’t speak, my mouth was dry but my p***y throbbed even harder under the vibrator. He reached down gently and slowly pulled out the vibrator from my trembling hands. He clicked it off but he didn’t put it away. Instead, he held it up between us examining the slickness of my arousal. “Look at you… soaking wet for your professor’s dirty words.” He paused then continued. “Tell me, Elena… how long have you been coming here to play with your pretty little p***y while thinking about me?” His free hand brushed the strands of hair covering part of my face, surprisingly gentle, then his fingers moved towards my lips. “Answer me.” He commanded. I swallowed hard, my voice was barely a whisper. “Months.” A slow, mischievous smile curled on his lips. “Good girl for telling the truth,” he leaned in closer, his breath was warm against my ear. “Now hands on the table. Don’t move them. We’re going to see how loud you can be when I finally give you what you’ve been begging for.”