Desperate In The Library - Sex Stories

Desperate In The Library

... her as scattered thoughts drifted through her pleasure-addled mind.

“Holy shit,” she gasped. Did she really just do that? Did she seriously just have an orgasm in the middle of a public library, rutting against a cushy armchair she had pissed all over like a feral cat in heat? The depraved act she had committed was slowly sinking in, and yet, oddly, the thought of her own debauchery only made her clit tingle even more.

She sat there for a moment, trying to regain her composure. She needed to get a grip. She took a few ragged breaths through her nose trying to ease herself back from the edge of ecstasy.

However, the intoxicating smells that filled the room only served to heighten her arousal even further.

The earthy, musky scent of the worn velvet blended with the smell of her own fluids and sex into an almost overpowering aroma—it surrounded her, permeating the stuffy air of the abandoned room like incense. Bethany inhaled deeply, the primal smells acting like an aphrodisiac, lighting her nerves on fire once again.

No, she wasn’t done yet.

She gripped the arms of the chair with a renewed determination, as she increased her tempo against the cushion beneath her. Her fingernails dug into the frayed fabric, giving her more leverage as ...

... she ground her hips down harder into the gritty velvet, allowing the coarse texture to stimulate her swollen clit.

As her thrusts became more frenetic, the liquid rebounded off the cushion and created tiny droplets that sprinkled onto her thighs and legs. The moisture had started to soak into the carpet underneath her bare feet too, and she could feel each individual wet strand of fabric wrap around her toes as she curled them down.

She needed more. She shoved one hand between her trembling thighs and gasped as her fingers made contact with the slippery folds of her pussy.

She was sopping wet, her arousal mixing with the amber essence on the cushion beneath her. Bethany slipped two fingers inside, cursing loudly at the intense pleasure. She worked them in and out, grinding her palm against her engorged clit.

"Oh fuck please..." she whimpered as her fingers pumped inside her soaked cunt. She arched her back and drove her hips down forcefully, practically riding the velvet chair now. The sound of wet flesh slapping against the soaked fabric just spurred her on more.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck fuck fuuuuucckkk!!” A long guttural scream echoed off the walls of the room as Bethany came again; hard. Harder than the first time, harder than...