Your fingers inside me. My mouth opening to your probing tongue, just as my softness does to your probing fingers. I dont care that people may see now. But were hidden still by the tabletop, not exposed yet. Your hand underneath my skirt, your fingers deliciously probing me through the warmth youve made in my torn wet pantyhose. Your fingers burrow into me, and I stifle a gasp, as you mutter to me, God, what a tight private part you have, . Now I cant hold back my gasp, both of shock at that forbidden word, and delight at your desire for me.

I take a deep breath, and try to keep my voice low, so were not overheard, and steady, though it wants to trembleI say to you, I want you to play it. To play me. Please Youve noticed though that my writhing now is likely to attract attention, that my smothered gasps will not go unnoticed for long, though this pub is dark, and our corner secluded. You smile, lazily, and say, I am going to play you very hard, . I want to shatter your control. I need to get you somewhere where I can get my hands on you, my mouthIve wanted you since September I whisper longingly.

I cant believe that youre here with me, fingers buried inside me in this public place, the object of so many of my masturbatory fantasies since class started. And Ive wanted to have you.

And now I will. you say, and suddenly your fingers leave me, and Im left open, aching, wetlonging to be filled again. You trace my lips with your wet fingers before devouring my mouth again, both of us tasting my desire for you.

I am overwhelmed by the intimacy of the act, and it makes me cream all the more. You stand up and offer me your hand. I take it, still sticky from being inside meI dont know if I can walk, my thighs are trembling so! Yet somehow I do, and in the dark cold street outside you put your arm around me, holding me close to you. This way, I tell you, not far. For you know of course that Id picked our meeting place with this in mind all along. Taking you back to my flat. We want to kiss in the street. To stop along the way, because as close as my flat is, we are so very hungry for each other. But we both know the risk. Being recognized.

What are you doing, out walking like this, with a woman so clearly your student, and dressed so sexily?So we hurry.

But we do have to stop along the way, oncescanning the street, seeing no university people, you suddenly pull me into the doorway of a closed shop, pushing me up against the door.

God, I can feel how hard you are, pressing against me, kissing me deeply And I lose my head. God I need you, right now.

With one hand you pull my hands above my head, pinning them to the door, restraining me, and slide your other hand into the deep V of my dress, along my lacy bra, slipping under it, cupping my breast, teasing my nipple, rolling it. I cant help moaning, you steal my breath away, my nipple springs up hard and aching, like my swollen personal place, yearning for your fingers, your tongueNot here! I whimper please, someone will see us Yes, you say, and if they do, theyll know what a whore you are, wont they. Theyll know that youre my whore Yes. I am. And I want to be. And thats why, when you let go my wrists, I push you up against the door. I start kissing your neck, and fondling your length, through your trousers. Cupping your balls and fondling them lovingly. You lean back against the wall, eyes closed, moaning at my touch.

Your length is twitching in anticipation of what Im about to do, and I love it. I kiss you deeply, passionately, my hands on your growing, trapped length, stroking you through the fabric.

And I whisper, I used to watch you in class, and dream of you playing my mouth.

Did you know that? I dreamt of that, you say, your voice hoarse. I had to struggle not to stare at your pretty mouth. And all I could think about, was you finally doing this, I say, and I unzip you and slip my hand inside your pants. Your length springs up, eagerly welcoming, aching, for my touch at last. So hard for you, you gasp. Yes, I love it, I say, I love it that youre hard for me, while one hand reaches inside your pants slyly, to fondle your balls, and I stroke your shaft with the other. Your breath quickens and deepens, just as mine is. And now I cant take it any more, I need to be on my knees for you, right here, in the street.

I have to have it, now. Even with people driving by who might see, even with people leaving the bars and walking byI need to be on my knees for you, and I ask you, Please, I pleadcan I taste your length now? Please I whisper this in your ear, kissing your neck, my hands stroking you, teasing you. Yes, suck me, you say hoarsely.

Swallow my length Your hands caressing my soft place now, pulling up my skirt, exposing my soft place clad only in torn, wet, sheer black nylon pantyhose. I am exposed, and I dont care. I want your cum to run out of me, soaking my pantyhose even more.

Please, suck me. I drop to my knees, and smile up at you, teasingly, seductively, as your hands move to twine in my long hair, to hold it off my face, so you can watch me, watch your length. Moving in and out of my mouth, shining wet. But first Slowly and deliberately I run my tongue just once, up the whole length of your swollen length, from base to tip, making you gasp. Oh, just one thing, ok?, I say, holding your gaze. Yes, anything, you moan, watching me. Promise me youll cum harder than you ever have in your life.

You smile down at me, I dont think Ill have any choice about that, you say.

And I wrap my lips around the head of your length at last, Im so eager, so desperate to taste you, to have you in my warm wet loving mouth.

I dont care that were exposed like this, that Im on my knees in this dark street, as you clutch my hair and gasp. Because I need you. I need to taste your precummmm, salty, deliciousI need to taste your length, feel it on my tongue, filling my mouth, my throat. God it turns me on! You cant help thrusting into my mouth. I cant tease you, I need you too desperately, and I wrap one arm around your hips, your soft place, pulling you into me, encouraging you to thrust, telling you without words to play my mouth, my throat.

Pushing your hips away, and then pulling you back, encouraging you to take me, to use me. And you do.

And I love it, I love it, I want you to cum, please, let me drink youI can feel your balls tightening, I know you are already ready, wanting to cum, pour it over my tongue, down my throat. I feel like I could cum from just that, it excites me so terribly! Oh, cum for me lover, let me taste you, please But then you stop me. No! I want to cum in you, , you say, your voice shaking, Darling, I need desperately to play you. Now. Please! Im thrilled and frightened and ashamed, all at once, but how can I possibly say no to you? When Im so wet, so aching for your length? Yes, I say, my voice shaking too, I can barely speak, Yes, now. Please, oh god, please I dont think I can stand, but you help me, I lean against the door, and you pull up my skirt over my hips, exposing me, and you plunge into me, through my torn hose, slamming me against the door.

I cant help crying out, as we play savagely, though you slide so smoothly into me, because Im so playing wet now.

Battering me, your length sinking so deeply into me, ramming against my cervix, causing me such sweet agony and pleasure, both at once.

And Im lost, utterly. I dont care who may see, I dont care that there are people walking by on the other side of the street, I dont care that cars are driving down the street, some slowing for a minute, some not, I only want you to not stop, not stop, until you cum in me, hot spurts filling me, and I cum with you.I dont careBecause Im your whore, youve made me your whore.