Unheard Pleasures (A Collection of Short Erotics)

Study Room

I couldn’t sit still after class.

Blowing even under the desk had left me soaked and restless all day. The taste of him was still in my mouth when I got home, and I kept replaying how he’d tried to protest, how his thighs shook when I took him deep.

I wanted more, NEEDED more. Sam and his financèè ... had gone on to who knows where, I was the only one home, and the only person who could give me what I want right now was Caleb - Our English teacher. The Prof who f****d me in his office

So I later drove to his house.

It was about 9:30 p.m.

Suburbs quiet, streetlights soft. I parked two houses down, walked up in the same skirt and cropped hoodie from earlier when he f****d me ruthlessly. In it no bra, nor panties, just the ache between my legs and a stupid amount of confidence.

I rang the bell.

He opened the door in a gray T-shirt and sweatpants, hair messy like he’d been grading papers.

His face went from confused to pure panic immediately he saw me

“Riley- wh-what the hell.. are you-”

I pushed past him into the foyer before he could finish his statement. His wife and daughter were home—I could hear the TV on low in the living room.

He shut the door fast,his voice a harsh whisper. “You can’t be here. Go home. Now.”

I turned to face him, stepping close enough that my t**s brushed his chest. “I’m not leaving until you f**k me.”

His eyes flicked toward the hallway. “My wife is just ten feet away, and my daughter's upstairs doing homework. Are you insane?”

I smiled. Slow. “I blew a guy in your class today. Under the desk. While you were lecturing. I’m still wet from it.”

His jaw clenched. I saw his c**k twitch in his sweatpants.

“Riley-”

I grabbed his hand and placed it between my legs. No panties. Just slick skin and heat. His fingers froze there for half a second before he yanked away like he’d been burned.

“Study,” he hissed. “Now. Quiet.”

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the hall into the small study off the kitchen. Door shut, and lock.

In the room, it's just a desk, bookshelf, and a single lamp.

He turned on me the second the door clicked. “You’re going to get me divorced and fired. You’re going to ruin my life Riley”

I didn't care actually

I stepped closer. “Then make it worth it.”

And then dropped to my knees.

He didn’t stop me.

I yanked his sweatpants down. His c**k sprang out — already hard. Beautiful. His c**k was thick, the same one that had wrecked me two nights ago.

I took him in my mouth without uttering another word, deep n wet, all the way to the back of my throat.

He hissed, hand flying to my hair. “Fuck...quiet..”

I sucked harder and sloppy. Noisy on purpose. Spit dripping down my chin as I suck like one possessed by a demon of blow. He was shaking, trying to stay silent, but I could feel his thighs trembling.

I literally sucked harder anytime I see him try to compose

Then a voices in the kitchen -- His wife. “Caleb? You want tea?”

He froze. c**k still in my mouth.

I didn’t stop, not my buiz, but Kept sucking sluppier, enjoying every drop of his sperm and the hard lubricant rod on my tongues.

He swallowed hard, then called back “Yeah… in a minute.”

Footsteps retreated.

I popped off with a wet sound. Stood up, then turned around. Bent over his desk, my skirt flipped up. Ass bare.

“f**k me,” I whispered. “Now.”

He hesitated for half a second.

Then he was behind me.

One hard thrust and he was inside, he didn't go gently,he thrust deep in. Filling me completely. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. He clamped a hand over my mouth from behind, other hand gripping my hip so hard it’d bruise.

He f****d me fast n rough. Desk creaking and papers sliding off the edge.

Every thrust hit deep, making my legs shake

The TV was still on in the living room. His wife laughing at something. I could hear his daughter’s footsteps upstairs.

He leaned over me, mouth at my ear. “You’re gonna come quiet or I stop.”

I nodded desperately

His hand slid around front, fingers finding my c**t ,and rubbing fast circles while he pounded. I clenched around him, thighs trembling.

So close....

And then-footsteps in the hall.

Soft - then coming closer.

His wife’s voice were outside the door.

“Honey, I brought you dinner.”

The handle turned.

We froze.

Him still buried inside me. Hand over my mouth. My p***y pulsing around his c**k.

The door cracked open an inch.

I closed my eyes and count to ten