Library rendezvous (closed for Littlesubgirl350 )

"Oh I like you, let's see you keep that fire up when I'm stretching you out and you feel me in your guts little librarian." I chuckle and grip your wrists, hooking the ropes tied to them to the desk so your arms are pinned down. Grinding my shaft up the length of your slit, taking special care to let you feel each ridge and vein sliding across your wet swollen clit I take more of the rope in hand, tying your thighs closed to your calves so all you can do is keep your legs spread, helpless to move much more than your torso. I grip the base of my cock, slick and shiny with your juices flowing freely across me and slap your clit with the blunt, thick tip. I feel each impact send a shudder up your spine as your breath hitches and you gasp when our flesh connects. With one more length of rope I double it over itself and loop it behind your neck like a makeshift leash and collar, looking you deep in the eyes as I smile. " You're gonna watch, each inch sinking into this tight little pussy till I bottom out in you. Then you're gonna watch while I stretch this little hole like a good girl, and tell me how much you fucking love it, understand me?"
 
The feel of you slapping your cockmeat on my clit, as always, sends shivers up and down my spine, culminating in an overall series of mini-orgasms that leave me gasping and preparing to beg for more. You're only going to give me what you want, though -- it's clear that you're in charge, and I am entirely at your mercy.

Your eyes, as you stare into my own, are almost manic. I have the distinct feeling that you're going to be more than brutal with me, and this knowledge fills me with the kind of dread that I crave -- the kind that keeps me awake at night and constantly wet, into the early hours of the morning. I love the idea of being taken in this way; that's why I assume such an attitude of confidence with men I know could break me with little effort. In reality, I'm already broken -- I have to be hurt in order to fully realize the depth of my kinks.

I don't tell you any of this, of course. I'd rather you view me as just a snarky little slut that you need to tame, in your own way -- the persona I'm most comfortable wearing. If you only knew how deep my abnormalities run in this regard, you might hurt me more than you even intended. And that thought, alone, has me crackling inside like a bolt of lightning has gone through my dark soul.

"Good," I tell you. "I like to watch, especially when you think it's gonna freak me out. And who knows? It just might." I raise my head on my own, my eyes wearing the same manic lust I saw in yours.

"Hold that rope tight, big man. You're in for a ride."
 
I pull the rope leash tighter at your challenge, not enough to choke, just enough to remind you of your position. Our eyes lock in manic fury, passion and promises violence in equal measure simmering between us as I search for the hidden, deeper desires in your burning eyes, I see a wish for pain, and brutality, but also something buried. Something that I now desperately want to dig out of you. "Watch intently then little librarian, watch me remind you what that body was made for, and just maybe you'll feel something brand new." I lick my lips at the sight of your fevered submission, my muscles coiling in anticipation as my thick head spreads your lower lips, jutting against your entrance. I feel you shiver down your thighs as I find my mark, pressing the first inch of the head inside, then another until the tip is buried inside you. I feel you inner walls flutter around me and your mouth flies open at the breach, I bite my lower lip and tighten the leash as I press another inch, then another, slowly letting the head grind against your deep erogenous zones with slow cruelty, I enter you half way before pulling back, leaving just the head inside as I moan lowly, pressing back in again. "Fuck." I whisper in a low growl as your walls squeeze me. "You're taking it so well, such a good girl for me little librarian."
 
I clench my cunt around your slowly advancing and then receding cock, losing myself in the lust flashing in your eyes. You're not the biggest cock that's ever gaped my little pussy, or the most interestingly shaped, but I have to admire your control. The way you're teasing my need to be fucked hard, your arousing words to me, and the inventiveness you showed with the use of the rope to edge me nearer to choking -- all of it is inflaming my own lust. Finally, I can't take any more.

"Just fuck me!" l grunt, and immediately regret it. Another little bit of control, handed over to you with those three words. A further lessening of my confidence. Another step into the depravity you're fashioning, with my complete submissiveness in mind. And why not? Everyone knows l'm a sub personality; only you seem to have gotten past my carefully constructed bravado without my granting you that. That should have happened much later.

"Okay, okay. Fuck me, all right? Jesus, slam that big meat stick as deep as you want! I need it! I deserve it!"

I roll my eyes back and fully submit myself, hoping you'll give in to your natural desires and ravage me. After all, that's all l want. Being tied down like this is making me feel frustrated; l want to rake my nails down your back, make you angry enough to make me suffer.
 
A dark smile creeps across my lips at your begging, seeing you relinquish another bit of yourself to me sends a thrill through my core and burns hot In my chest. "There she is, I knew there was a fiery little slut in there for sure. That look in your eyes, you want to hurt don't you? I can see how bad you need to suffer to enjoy this." I growl low and pull the leash, tilting your head down to watch me pull my hips back and push forward, hard. My entire length is buried into you at once, grinding brutally against your fluttering walls and g-spot. Withdrawing slowly as the sound of your choked squeal graces my ears. "Tell me, is this how you want it little librarian?" I ask in a low voice as I forcefully bury myself inside you again and slap your breast hard, the sting shooting up your chest and leaving deep pink streaks across your perfect pale skin. "You like feeling small don't you? Feeling like you have no control?" I ask with another brutal thrust, the sound of wet skin slapping together ringing through our ears
 
"UNNNGGGHHH!!!"

The cruelty in your voice makes me even wetter, though it's not helping me take your cock much easier. That's okay -- l wasn't looking for easy, nor do I appreciate it. l dumped my last boyfriend because he turned out to be too 'vanilla', especially when it came to hurting me.

"Jesus, Grace. If l twist them any harder, l'm gonna rip your nipples right off!" l remember looking up at him and telling him, "So you'll be the only boy in town with a true freak of nature. What's wrong with that?" I was teasing, of course. My nips were burning like fire, but just when I needed that last 'push' to get off, he refused to provide it to me. So he went.

Looking at you, at the way your face twists into a maniacal sneer as you slam that cock against my cervix, I'm pretty sure I found the man I needed, this time. Short of a gang-bang, this is already the harshest l've been treated, at least so early into a relationship. The thought that you might even bring in some of your buddies to work me over adds another layer to my pleasure. For now, though, it's a clash of your brute force against my egging you on with my taunting, whiney voice.

"Yeah, maybe it is. You think a few slaps across my tits and some hard thrusts are gonna break me, eh? HAH! I've been force-fucked before. Even that big weapon of yours has to go soft sometime, but will it have accomplished its goal? Will your little librarian be broken, or are you gonna leave me wishing I'd found someone who could really 'haul the mail' and make me crawl back to my dorm? Am I gonna leave a trail of your cum, or are you a one-shot deal? This is your chance to prove how bad-ass you are!"
 
"Oh if you think for a second this tight pussy is enough to satisfy me you're out of your little mind girl." I say with a growl as I squeeze your cheeks together, forcing your face up to meet mine. The grip on your cheeks drilling in the dynamic of our encounter, reminding you how much you've already surrendered to me, and that I could take much, much more if I wanted. Two more brutal thrusts, the feeling of you clamping around me and your walls fluttering and convulsing, the way you drip down my thighs and squeal every time my head rubs that spot deep inside you sends out low groaning sounds that drive me mad with lust. "You may have more experience than you let on, but I'm going to make sure this is a night you don't forget for a long, long time little librarian." I grunt out in between two more hard slow thrusts. I release your cheeks, rearing back my hand I bring it across your left cheek, a sharp crack rings out as contact is made, sending pink finger shaped streaks across your sloppy wet face. Both my hands find your breasts, kneading far too hard for normal foreplay and my fingers clamp around your stiff pink nipples and squeeze, harder and harder until I feel you arch your back and the moan that slips from your lips cuts a cruel grin in my face. Twisting hard I feel like I could rip them off your chest, and when you let out an even louder moan I thrust harder, picking up my pace, finally starting to fuck you properly.
 
"Oh godddd!!!" Your fingers are stronger than l'd given you credit for, and after 'baiting' you to torment my nipples properly, l may have to re-think what I say to you. That slap across my face only served to heighten my arousal, so maybe I can get you to repeat that. After all, even you agree that l'm not a 'good' girl! l'm trying to ignore the burning in my chest as your hips shift into overdrive, driving that cock deeper and harder into me, but the combination of sensations is pretty much scrambling my brain, and it's hard to think of another remark to try to get under your skin.

"Yeah? Well, maybe l don't want to forget it," l offer, and then realize how lame that sounded.

"Fuck! Just do it, okay? l need to cum!" l throw my head back as far as you'll allow it and let the sheer violence of your brutality wash over me. My toes are beginning to curl, which is a good sign, and my legs have started to shake uncontrollably. Your cock is definitely having an effect on me, bringing my lust to the fore as you thrust madly into my squishy, clinging cunt.

"Yes! Yes! More of that, you bastard!" Now I'm reaching for it. As hard as you're slamming into me, I want more. I NEED more, and if I can get you even angrier with me, I hope to use that violence to get off even harder. "Fuck me, you piece of shit!" My voice has that whiny, desperate tone that I've tried to conceal with snarkiness, but which I can no longer control. l'm just a hopeless, anguished piece of fuck-meat, clinging to you for whatever pleasure l can get from this encounter.
 
I pull the leash tighter, starting to choke you as I force your head up to look at me. Another thrust, another moaning shout rips from from your throat. I see the craving for violence in your eyes, the rampant desire to feel pain and pleasure in equal measure. Begging with far more than just your words, your body arches into me, seeking more, more and more from me and I'll be damned if I fall short of making this the most memorable fuck of your life. "Good girl! You whiney little fuck toy, let me hear you scream how much you like taking this dick." Another slap cracks across your other cheek, harder than the last as I feel your breathe getting knocked out of you on impact. I lean down and vote the side of your perky little breast, leaving a deep red imprint of my teeth on the otherwise perfect, smooth flesh. My thick palm wraps around your cheeks again, squeezing your mouth open and jamming my thumb inside, sliding over your tongue and towards the back of your throat bringing out a deep gag as my cock bottoms out inside you again. Thrust after thrust into your deepest parts, pulsing against your cervix and feeling you wince and shudder with each impact, I thrust harder, in and out faster slapping flesh and your juices splashing across our hips and the desk. "I'm gonna pump this tight little body full of my fucking cum tonight little slut."
 
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