Used by the Barista Free Use and Edging Erotica #4
"Yes! I'm your whore, Joshua! Fuck your slut harder! Fill me up!" she screamed through her teeth, her fingers clawing helplessly into his back muscles as he hammered away at her pussy.
Joshua picked up a blinding, frantic pace, his thrusts becoming short, sharp, and animalistic as he sprinted toward his own release.
He reached around her trembling waist, his hand sliding down between her thighs to find her engorged, pulsing clit.
He began to grind his thumb against the sensitive bud with a harsh, relentless friction, matching the rapid-fire speed of his hips.
The dual stimulation was overwhelming. The combination of the deep, punishing vaginal pounding and the rough clitoral grinding after a whole day of denial was the absolute breaking point for Amanda’s hyper sensitive system.
A screaming, violent, body shaking orgasm ripped through her core, her entire frame going completely rigid as her toes curled.
Her internal muscles clamped down on his cock in a series of frantic, tight, and pulsing spasms, milking his shaft with incredible force.
"Yeah, clench it, take it all, slut!" Joshua roared, her tight climax instantly driving him past his own point of no return.
He delivered three more devastating, heavy lunges, burying his cock as deep as his anatomy would allow, before letting out a low, guttural roar into the dark room.
He thrust one last time, pinning her body into the mattress, and let out his release.
Amanda let out a loud, high pitched wail as she felt the sudden, scalding torrents of his thick, hot cum erupting deep inside her vaginal canal, jetting against her back walls over and over, filling her pussy until it was completely overflowing and running down her thighs.
He stayed heavy on top of her for several long, quiet minutes, his chest heaving against hers, his sweat dripping onto her bare skin as his hard earned release washed away the stress of his day.
Slowly, he pulled his cock out of her with a wet, heavy slap.
Amanda collapsed into the sheets, her body feeling like absolute jelly, a deep, submissive smile of absolute bliss on her face.
A thick river of fresh white cum and her own juices began to slowly ooze out of her gaping pussy, pooling on her inner thighs in the dark.
Joshua didn't offer to help her clean, and he didn't whisper any sweet notes. He stood up, pulled his boxers and sweatpants back on, and slung his backpack over his shoulder.
"Good girl," Joshua said coldly, checking his watch as he walked toward the door, transforming instantly back into the detached, commanding dominant.
"The sheets are a mess, slut. Clean them up before your morning class. And remember the rules for tomorrow: no panties, stay bare, and stay ready. I'll see you at the cafe at eight."
He stepped out and locked the door behind him, leaving Amanda trembling in the dark afterglow, her body completely claimed, her mind entirely at peace, knowing that the permanent contract was working flawlessly.
By 2:00 PM the following afternoon, Amanda was tucked away in the absolute deepest corner of the campus library’s third floor.
The rows of towering wooden bookshelves completely shielded her small wooden study desk from the main walkways.
She was trying to read her marketing textbook, but her mind was entirely shattered.
True to the permanent contract, she was completely bare beneath her short denim skirt.
Her pussy was beautifully swollen and hyper-sensitive from the midnight pounding Joshua had delivered, and the cool air of the library kept her nipples pressed hard against her sweater.
Every time she shifted her weight on the hard wooden chair, her sensitive clit rubbed against her denim skirt, smearing her thick, natural lubrication all over her thighs.
Her entire body felt like an exposed nerve, completely consumed by a desperate, heavy horniness that made her hands shake.
Suddenly, a heavy shadow fell across her textbook. She looked up, her breath catching instantly in her throat.
Joshua stood at the edge of her cubicle.
He had just finished his afternoon classes, carrying his leather backpack over one shoulder.
He looked incredibly handsome and entirely in control, his dark eyes locking onto her flushed face with a cold, predatory intensity that made Amanda’s stomach do a violent, submissive flip.
"Daddy," she gasped in a quiet, trembling whisper, a brilliant, radiant smile of total worship instantly breaking across her lips. "What are you doing here?"
"I told you, slut. Free use means 24/7," Joshua murmured, his deep, gravelly voice completely masked by the dead silence of the library floor. "Move your books."
Amanda didn't hesitate for a single second. With trembling hands, she aggressively shoved her heavy marketing textbooks and her laptop to the side, completely clearing the smooth wooden surface of the desk.
"Turn around and lean over the desk, whore. Keep your feet flat on the floor," Joshua commanded coldly.
Amanda’s heart hammered against her ribs with a thrilling spike of high risk adrenaline.
Anyone could walk down this book aisle at any moment.
But the sheer authority in his voice left her completely powerless.
She stood up, turned her back to him, and bent her upper body completely flat against the wooden desk, gripping the front edges with her fingers.
She arched her back, pushing her round hips high into the air.
Joshua stepped up behind her and roughly yanked her denim skirt all the way up to her waist, completely exposing her bare, pale thighs and her glistening, pulsing pink pussy lips under the bright library lights.
Her tight slit was already weeping a heavy trail of slick juices, completely desperate for his touch.
Joshua reached around her waist, his large, calloused hand sliding down between her thighs to heavily cup her wet mound. He aggressively parted her flesh, diving two thick fingers straight inside her tight, hot pussy with a wet, heavy click.
"Oh god, Daddy," Amanda whimpered through her teeth, her face pressed against the smooth wood of the desk as he began a rapid, deep pumping rhythm inside her.
"Look at how much of a dirty little slut you are, Amanda," Joshua hissed in a low, clinical whisper, leaning his heavy chest flat against her back. "Mouth shut. If you make a sound, someone will hear us."
He reached his thumb around, finding her swollen, pulsing clit.
He began to grind his thumb against the sensitive bud with a harsh, relentless friction, matching the fast pace of his fingers inside her.
The dual stimulation, combined with the extreme danger of being caught in the public library, sent a scorching, violent wave of heat straight to Amanda’s core.
She was in absolute heaven, her permanent, ecstatic smile fixed on her face as she took his fingers.
Her internal muscles began to contract violently around his hand, a screaming, mind-shattering orgasm building like a freight train at the base of her spine.
"Daddy, I'm going to cum! Please let me finish, use me and let me cum!" she begged in a frantic, panting whisper, tears of pure, desperate pleasure pricking at her eyes.
Suddenly, Joshua pulled his fingers completely out of her dripping pussy.
He stopped grinding her clit, leaving her hung up on the absolute precipice of a screaming climax.
Amanda let out a choked, desperate whimper, her body bucking helplessly against the desk as the sudden denial hit her like a physical blow.
She was completely stranded on the edge for the third time, her clit throbbing in absolute agony, her pussy dripping thick fluids onto the library floor.
"I didn't give you permission to finish, slut," Joshua commanded coldly, his voice entirely detached as he wiped his wet fingers on a tissue from her desk.
"You stay right on the edge. You're going to sit in this library for another three hours, completely soaked and throbbing, and think about my cock while you try to study."
"Please, Daddy... it hurts so bad," Amanda whimpered, her face twisted in a mask of beautiful, tearful frustration, though her worshipful smile never faded. She loved the ruthless, absolute control he held over her body.
Joshua didn't even unzip his jeans. He simply pulled her denim skirt back down, smoothing it over her bare hips, and slung his backpack over his shoulder. He looked entirely like an innocent student again.
"I have a gym session now, whore," Joshua said coldly, checking his watch. "Keep this pussy wet and ready. I'll be at your dorm room at nine o'clock tonight to finally let you finish. If you touch yourself before then, the contract is broken."
"Yes, Daddy," Amanda whispered happily, her voice shaking violently as she watched his broad back disappear around the corner of the bookshelves.
She collapsed back into her wooden chair, her legs trembling so badly she could barely sit straight.
Her clit was so engorged and hyper sensitive that the mere act of breathing made her gasp out loud.
She sat at her study desk for the next three hours, completely unable to read a single word of her textbook, her bare pussy soaking through the fabric of her skirt as she remained painfully, brutally edged by her master, counting down the grueling hours until nine o'clock.
The digital clock on Amanda’s nightstand clicked over to 8:59 PM.
She was kneeling on the center of her mattress, her hands locked firmly behind her back to enforce her absolute obedience.
True to Joshua's strict decree, she hadn't touched her throbbing body once since he left her stranded at the library desk.
She was completely naked, her head bowed in quiet reverence, her skin completely flushed and heated.
Between her parted thighs, her pussy was beautifully swollen, weeping a steady, heavy trail of slick lubrication that had completely soaked a dark patch into her sheets.
She was wound so tight she was practically vibrating, her entire existence reduced to a single, agonizing craving for her master’s arrival.