Forbidden Desires: Short Filthy Stories

THE LIBRARY LUST (IV)

Chapter 4

Elena’s POV

My heart raced in anticipation. Marcus stood behind his oak heavy table, his eye dark and hungry and they trailed all over me.

The faint ache in my thighs from last night made me even wetter.

“Come here.” He commanded, voice low and possessive.

I stepped closer, already breathless. He pulled me into him roughly, one hand fisting my hair as his lip came crashing down on mine.

The kiss was demanding, all tongue and teeth. His other hand slid under my skirt, fingers finding my soaked panties and pushing them aside to stroke my slickness.

I moaned into his fingers as his two thick fingers went into me, curling just right. He backed me against the table, then lifted me onto it so that my legs could spread wide.

I reached for his belt, desperate to feel it again.

That was when the door burst open.

Sarah stormed in, eyes wide but not entirely shocked. “I knew it.”

I froze, I thought I had locked the door. “How did you…?”

Marcus was still buried deep inside me. My skirt was ruffled around my waist, panties shoved aside and his c**k straining against his trousers right in front of spread thighs.

Sarah closed the door behind her with a click, her arms crossed. “I’ve suspected for weeks, Elena. So, the limping from last night wasn’t ordinary? Huh? I’m sure I heard some moans at the library last night.”

She said with bewildered eyes. “And don’t you think I’ve seen your little silver toy hidden away in your textbook. The faint mark on your neck, Elena!”

Heat flooded my face, but my p***y clenched around Marcus's fingers anyway.

She continued. “You masturbate, right? You read dirty books while playing with your p***y in the goddamn library.”

The embarrassment mixed with arousal in the most humiliating and thrilling way.

Marcus slowly withdrew his hands, wiping the wetness on my thigh as he straightened himself. His voice was calm yet had this controlling aura. “This is a private matter, Miss…”

“Sarah,” she interrupted, completing her own name. She stepped closer, eyes flickering between us with clear heat. “And if you want me to keep quiet about your little f**k hours, professor, you have to include me too. f**k me, right now.”

The room went silent for some seconds. Then Marcus’s lips curved into a slow and predatory smile. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Elena?”

My pulse raced. The idea of it should have shocked me more, but after last night… after how good it felt to be taken by him… the thought of sharing this forbidden heat with Sarah sent a wave of wetness through my p***y.

I nodded, my voice barely a whisper. “Yes.”

Marcus locked the door properly this time. “Clothes off, both of you. On the desk.”

We obeyed quickly. Sarah stripped with surprising confidence, her body curvier than mine, full breasts and soft hips. I felt exposed and shy as I shed my cardigan and skirt but the way both of them looked at me made my n*****s harder and my p***y throb.

Marcus undressed too, his thick c**k springing free and leaking from precum. He sat in the large office chair stroking himself slowly.

I sat on the desk, with my p***y spread open, Sarah approached me slowly, teasing my p***y with her fingers until she finally put her tongue in it.

I gasped sharply, my back arching. Her tongue was softer, hotter, and more teasing than Marcus’s. She licked with long flat strokes and sucked recklessly on my swollen c**t, making me more and more wet.

“Oh god…” I moaned, fingers gripping the edge of the desk.

Marcus watched us with dark eyes while stroking his c**k. “Good girls, play with her tits.”

I reached down and cupped Sarah’s breasts, my thumb brushing her hard n*****s. She moaned against my p***y, the vibration made me buck.

She pushed two fingers inside me, thrusting slowly while her tongue flicked my c**t faster.

The pleasure built fast and intensely. I was so sensitive from last night, and Sarah’s mouth felt incredible.

Marcus stood, moving behind Sarah. He gripped her hips and thrust into her from behind in one smooth stroke.

Sarah gasped into my p***y, the sound muffled as Marcus started f*****g her with deep and steady thrusts.

“f**k you’re tight.” He growled at Sarah and kept his eyes on me.

Sarah doubled her effort, sucking me harder on my c**t while Marcus pounded into her. The sight of him f*****g my roommate while she ate me out pushed me over the edge.

I came hard, crying out as waves of pleasure came crashing through me.

Marcus pulled out of Sarah before he could finish and moved to me. He lifted my leg over his shoulders and slammed into my spasming p***y in one deep stroke. “My turn,” he sounded possessive. “This p***y is still mine.”

He f****d me hard and fast on the desk, every thrust was deep, and his c**k stretched me perfectly. The sensation was overwhelming; Marcus thick c**k and Sarah’s tongue teasing my c**t.

I came again, harder this time.

Marcus switched again, pulling out and positioning Sarah on all fours on the desk beside me. He f****d her roughly while I watched.

Sarah’s breasts bounced with every thrust and her moans were loud and needy.

“Elena,” he commanded. “Come and lick her c**t while I f**k her.”

I obeyed, sliding underneath Sarah in a sixty-nine position. Her p***y hovered over my face, glistening and dripping from Marcus's c**k.

I licked her eagerly, tasting her sweetness, she moaned and lowered her mouth back in my p***y, licking me in return while Marcus kept slamming into her.

The three of us moved together in a messy rhythm, with filthy obscene sounds filling the office.

Marcus's thrust grew erratic. “I’m close,” he growled. “On your knees both of you.”

Sarah and I slid off the desk and knelt in front of him, our mouths open, tongues out. He stroked his c**k furiously, then came with a deep groan, thick ropes of c*m painting our face and tongue.

We licked each other clean, sharing his taste in a messy kiss while he watched breathlessly.

We collapsed together, tangled on the floor. I felt completely satisfied in a way I’ve never experienced before.

No more sneaking around with toys and having guilty fantasies. This was real and raw.

Sarah grinned lazily, tracing a finger through the c*m on my breast. “Our secret?”

I smiled, content and deliciously sore. “Definitely our secret.”