I got off watching her have one cock in her mouth and one in her hand.

My last partner liked to talk during sex, so there were two choices– sit on his face (always one of my favorite choices) or make him tell me elaborate stories of how he would like me to get fucked.  Sometimes it was by multiple men. It started out as just two and him watching and being in charge of the situation. He would whisper in my ear sweet filth, telling me how much I enjoyed having two cocks, because I am such a cock hungry slut.

“Two cock aren’t even enough for you are they? You are such slut.”

Grinding down on to your hand your fingers filling me up, you tell me in detail about the men surrounding me, my hands grasping and stroking the girth of hard rock cock, my mouth sucking and my cunt wet with anticipation of getting fucked and filled by different men.

One of his story got into a library patron gang bang scenario. It was strange– while I don’t have any desire to be gang banged and certainly not by the general population that utilizes the public library— it totally made me buck onto his hand. The closer I came to orgasm his words filled my room, they seemed to swirl like funnel into my ear edging me closer and closer to climax.

Soon I was on all fours on top of the reference desk being fucked, one cock in my mouth and another slow fucking my wet hole. His cock sliding in and out, pulling and stretching my lips–all while a group of sweaty aroused patrons looked on, pulling at their own swelling cocks, throbbing between their fingers. The normally loud room is remarkably silent except the noises of fucking, and grunts and moans from the patrons who watch on. I get greedy for all that dick, as I look out between my fuck slit eyes watching this mass of bodies watching me, my ass begins to bounce harder on the cock that is fucking me.

“You really are a dirty little slut, all this cock all over you.”

Cut to yesterday, I was watching that slut Stoya with two cocks, I drifted into having my own two cocks, waving in front of my face. When my head fell back into my own dream, Stoya all but disappeared and I got lost into my own mind porn. I thought about two cocks. I thought about two hard cocks- in each hand not know which one to suck on first.  I came hard, with my fingers filling deep inside me and my other hand rubbing my full lips, wet sloshing sounds–my own lonely symphony.

I have been with two men only a few times, I think for me it works better in my mind than in reality. In my mind I am a dirty filthy slut whore who fucks and sucks dicks in a row, in reality I am a sweet slightly cynical slut who sucks one cock while dreaming of sucking three.

He is an expert in some form of mathematics that elude every bone of my body. He is also a passionate advocate for libraries and extremely knowledgeable scholar of incarceration and prison libraries in particular–a side of librarianship that I have much interest in as well. I found him though mutual links. I wanted to interview him for a paper I was working on. We began emailing each other. It was all quite professional, except for a few reflections of flirtations– which very well could have all been at my initiation and even quite possibly all in my imagination.

I was determined to nail him down for an interview before the weeks end. To my surprise it didn’t take much for him to agree. We arranged a meeting on Sunday at 9:30 at his office on the Stanford campus.

As usual, I stir and wake early on Sunday, with my hands comfortably and unconsciously in my honey, pleasuring myself. I am very deep into this self induced pleasure/torture state of mind. It has been too long since I last had any serious action, I was beyond restless. The last thing on my mind was heading to Stanford. Lingering in the bed at my junction for a good long wtime, while thoughts of fucking, Leonard Cohen (I need you, I don’t need you), self-destructive sexy French films (all of which has made me one twisted, bent, charged, kitty) ramble through my head. My hand now moving at a quicker pace on my clit , I pull that morning explosion out and feels so good, I sink down into the bedding my hand still inside of me, take a deep deep breath and force my ass out of bed and attempt to switch to scholarly mode.

I decide to wear a skirt, charcoal gray, cute little black blouse, and since I am stuck in torturing myself sexually, I choose a hot pink (a color I never wear) lacy pantie. This pair has a way of riding up my ass and right into the slit of my lips, rubbing with each step. It feels great, but I know in a few hours it will be driving me crazy and that little strip of fabric will be wet and smelling like my sex.

Pulling up to the campus in my beat up temperamental bitch of a car I instantly feel out of my element and then the wave of intimidation floods over me, because I am intimidated by incredibly smart men and women for that matter. Even though I planned and know exactly what I want from him. I get nervous, my palms are sweating. I find close parking and start walking toward the building. With each step I try to quell my mind and get some kind of--fuck it-- attitude so I am able to function around this man. I call him to let him know I am there, he says he sees me. He is waiting for me on the stairs of this immense solid silent academic building. We smile; I shake his hand, he seems to hold mine for much longer than one should. I smile to myself, my deviant minds wheels start turning. We walk to together up the stairs to the door– he opens and holds it for me, I step in. I wait for him a few steps inside the doorway when he steps closer to me he places his hand on the small of my back and with his other hand points the way to his office. As I stepped forward his hand remained and with each step toward the office, it lowered until his whole hand was cupping my ass.

Standing at the door of his office his hand slid right up the back of my skirt and began searching me out from behind. Shocking! I was so turned on. He turned me around, planted a wet passion kiss on me and I returned it. We instantly knew the situation; we were two people desperate to fuck. At the same time as he had me pinned to the door he opened it. We practically fell in. Scrambling to close blinds, I could see his nervousness and his arousal mixing.  I hike my skirt to meet his gaze– revealing my hot pink number and I turn and bend over his desk. He rubs my the patch of fabric covering my cunt  feeling how full I am and then slips two fingers in,

“oh my…you are so wet, you must have been planning on fucking me before you arrived here.”

I am quite sure I blushed. He tells me to turn around,

“sit that ample ass on my desk”

I comply. Slowly he takes my panties off and begins to stroke, rub and pat every part of my wetness. I kick off my boots and he removes my long knee highs and comments on my purple glittered toe nails, Jesus what’s with me, hot pink panties and purple toes, very scholarly professional of me. Then he scoops my thighs up and pulls me close to the edge of the desk, slides his finger deep inside me and lowers his face, mouth and tongue bury into my pussy. Then he slows way down and rises and fucks me with his fingers looking directly at me asking

“do you like it slow like this?”

I am soaking wet it is easy for his fingers to slide over all the anatomy of my pussy. I feel his erection pressing into my leg.

“fuck me”  slips out in a soft breath.

He pulls his solid cock from the top of his pants and slowly  sides into me with strokes that are measured and deliberate. We go from fully clothed fucking to articles disappearing. His body is soft, there is a heat radiating from him. I wrap my legs around him and force his dick to stay in me and bring my body close to his, he responds by grabbing me up and planting another one of those amazing kisses on me while still thrusting in me. Professor is fucking bubbling over with passion. I cannot stay slow I begin to speed up, grinding on his dick; it feels so good, so long awaited. I consciously slow myself down again. I can tell he is not going to last for too much longer so I squeeze him inside of me as he slowly disappears and reappears. When he cums he growls this crazy animal face and then pulls me in closer to him and keeps his dick in me still throbbing from just exploding.

We move to the floor, laying there for awhile just kind of looking at each other, laughing, and touching. His hand moves to my ass again and he gives it a few swats, I ask for more. He moves behind me and inserts two fingers into my kitty from behind, the juices begin to flow again. Professor finger banged me and spanked my ass at the same time. The flesh was stinging and I knew it had to be streaked in pinks and reds. He kept his fingers inside and told me to flip over, while he inspected every part of my pussy. Rubbing and sucking and looking, it was strange and good. As his finger plunged away he struggled to place his mouth on me from his strained seated position. Maybe it is the Yoga I have been practicing, but I hoisted my body and kitty up to reach his mouth balancing on my feet and elbows while he pushed and pulled me to climax. Gnashing on top of his hand as he sucked and licked me with much hunger. I had the crazy girl orgasm, a bit of thrashing involved, panting like an animal, and uncontrollable bouts of laughter. I landed, his hand still swimming in my cunt, my body still shaking and we just sat there entwined.

We laid back and talked a bit. His hand was around the back of my neck with finger dangling close to my mouth. I could not resist, I took his two fingers in my mouth, I could tell he was stroking him self, god I wanted to see, but I also did not want him to lose whatever erection he was getting, because this kitty wanted to get fucked again. He pulled his fingers out and sat up; I knelt between him and took his cock into my mouth. It slid down and I kept it there, inhaling while he was pushing. He told me to get a condom from the drawer, quickly. He got covered and turned me around and plowed into me from behind, pushing my body to the floor, his body on top of mine, he was aggressive and rough. I challenged his movement by meeting each thrust with my own backwards thrust of my ass into him. He came again and landed softly onto the back of me. He felt good, body heat, soft, his spent dick on my bottom, his chest pressed into my back, his hands on clasping my neck, and his lips softly caressing my shoulders.

As I left the hallowed grounds of academia, my notoriously sly smile lit my face and thought to myself; maybe I do fit in here.

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There are a variety of men employed at my library. Being the insatiable twat I am–I have, of course, analyzed each in an overtly sexual manner and on an occasion or two have perhaps tasted for myself the kind of men they are.

I have a special affection for the security staff. Our saviors! I work in a big city library these men and women are literally, our saviors. We have a hot button directly to their office. They rescue us from the unsavory, the jilted, the too high, the too low, the smelly, and the unruliest of unrullies. Therefore it is only natural for me to have a fond affection for them.

However; I have an extra fond affection for one in particular. His name is– well that is not important, his badge number is–let’s say 69.

69 has saved me countless times. He also happens to be, almost as big a flirt as I am. We fit well together, and we play off one another sluttish ways, in only the best dirtiest way possible. He will come around to my section and I do my little book shelving routine, that involves a lot a squatting and meandering, I do a little bend over ass up number. Another one of my favorite moves is to be pretending to look at his record on the computer and really I am just showing him naughty images of my ass.

The library has a stereotype of being dreadfully slow, quiet and boring, but really it is far from that image. The place is off the hook, I must wear invisible armor to my job. The public will eat your ass alive (not in a good way), sell your only child for one more fix, steal your granny’s car and then ask to have their fines reduced in a matter of minutes. I am forced to be at times a dominatrix librarian, which goes against my vixen grain. I am the one who wants to be controlled, or perhaps the job has made me this way. Perhaps I am forced to be so dominate on the job that when I am not “on” I want to just be taken, handled, ruled, and told what the fuck to do by my man. Now I am not saying this is something I live by, because that is not me either. What I am saying is, I like a man who knows what he wants and takes it. If he possesses this character I am more than willing to give it all up to him.

Back to 69; he is the kind of man who knows what he wants.

I was having particularly rough day. The regular addicts had already spent their dole on their vice of choice and are coming down and doing so at the library. Not pretty, not fun and sometimes dangerous. When I finally did get the chance to take a break, it was much needed. I walked up the stairs toward the side entrance, as I approached the automatic doors 69 was coming in, he took one look at me and gestured for me to follow him. Security has a magic key card that allows access to every part of our giant 7 floor building. He immediately opens a side door, which I had probably past a million times and never even noticed. The door opened up to a long hallway with one side being completely made up of windows. They are a combination of large frosted glass squares surrounded by a band about 2 inches wide of clear glass, making the visual both visible and invisible at the same time. The windows look down on to ground floor, the fiction reading room and express internet terminals (porn stations), an area that is always crawling with patrons, who I could clearly see through the clear band of glass. If any one of them were to look up they too could make out the forms of our bodies.

As we walk the hall he pulls my ass into him so I can feel his stiffing cock, I slow my stroll and lift the back of my skirt so I can asses the situation a little better. 69 has this incredible way having his dick out quickly, like it was always out of his pants, so that by the time my skirt was lifted my stocking covered ass was touching his flesh already. I did mentioned he is man knows what he wants. I let my skirt drop and grasp his cock with my two hands; I feel him begin to grow solid between my clutch. As we approach the end of the hallway, 69 nudges me toward the window my back facing the glass, my hands still wrapped around his cock. He flashes these eye at me, that any other time and any other man I would think to myself “are you fucking kidding me with that cheap shit,” but today I will let him have it, this kitty wants to taste security. I slowly begin to lower myself toward the floor, my hands running across his shaft, his striking green/hazel eyes watching my slow descent to his dick.



I reach just the right level and am facing my savior’s cock. He is a long, low hang of a man and curves inward so from the position I was currently in, with his dick not yet fully erect it easily dropped directly down into my throat. As he slides the tip in I taste pre-cum, I begin a slow gentle suck hands sliding along the soft skin of his shaft. The man behind the badge lets out a low moan and his dick begins to rise and grow in strength. I must raise myself up a bit to accommodate the new angle. Our pace begins to flow as his cock enters my mouth at a more deliberate tempo; more of him is slipping down my throat, with each thrust I can taste more of that that pre flavor. 69’s hands are firmly planted above me on the glass as he plunges further in; he is now fucking my mouth driving it in deeper. My cheeks stuffed. Saliva is flooding around his hardness his breath becomes deep. He says things to me like “suck that dick, that’s the way, you know how I like it, damn girl,” (things that I would normally find amusing and not hot somehow seem hot when he says them) as he pushes himself in even more. I grasp my hands around his balls and pull him into me. Like a giant trophy. I can feel his whole body begin to tighten, his thighs, his abs, his balls all pull in and we begin to move in slow motion. His hands begin to slide down the glass leaving sweaty palm trails behind.





My own hand has slipped up my skirt and down my panties sliding around while the suck has slowed to a savoring crawl, he moves in and out, lingering with each pull back. As I run my tongue along the inside of his curve I visualize him sliding slowly into me. My fingers work my imagination and my cunt. I feel 69 twitch unyieldingly I know his time is approaching. His hips drop, his hands still holding him up pressing resolutely onto the glass as he plunges and rides into my lips. Everything ceases…I can hear the humm of the electrical, my head is spinning and 69 pushes one last time as a gush fills my throat. Ohhh my savior you taste so fucking good.

It is after the morning rush and prior to the lunch rush, the time I usually find myself at my favotite downtown coffee house. They make a perfectly strong Americano. I am a regular here, as are many others. For the last month or so I have been seeing this man, he is dark brooding, perhaps five plus years older than me. We have an acknowledged glance as two downtown coffee lovers nothing more.

Until today, today I was waiting in line as he was receiving his coffee and leaving the counter to find a seat, where he normally buries his head into The Times, but today, and I do not know what it was; perhaps it was my new skirt, which has extreme darts sewn into the back that accentuates my already curved ass, maybe it was black shoe with wood heels that make my calves look vigorous and strong, maybe it was the bare smooth legs, maybe it was the smoky lip gloss, but when he glanced at me I knew exactly what this fleeting look proposed. Usually I would either miss such momentary glimpses or become overwhelmed with coyness and dismiss the gaze and focus my eyes to the floor. However; today I was flooded with a wave of unabashed sexuality. I, without delay, forwardly returned his gaze, with a raise of my eyebrow and a small parting and lick of my lips. Our eyes locked and we knowingly understood something enticing was about to ensue.

I sugared and creamed my coffee, took a deep breath and found a seat across the room from him, but in clear view. He is wearing a dark suit that matches his olive skin and dark peppered hair, not perfectly pressed, but not wrinkled either. I look over at him–seeing him look directly at me, watching him shift in his chair to obviously alter what was beginning to swell. The move mesmerized me and I held my gaze, so much so that for a moment he dropped his, but only for a moment. When he looked back at me I moistened my lips with my tongue and gave a slight bite to my bottom lip. Taking one more sip on my coffee and without taking my eyes off him rise from my chair.

I feel his eyes following my back side as I walk toward the women’s room. When I reach the door, I pause and look back at him unashamed at my lust that is beginning to make me wet. I disappear behind the door, I enter, straighten myself in the mirror and anticipate his entrance. He does not leave me waiting long. The door and he locks it behind him. I turn to meet him and he grabs me and forces me back toward the mirror my ass into him. Grabbing my head from behind, pulling it to one side and he begins to kiss my neck from behind. I feel myself melt under the grasp of his forceful pull. His hand slides under my blouse and beneath my flimsy bra, as he grasps at my flesh I feel the warmth radiating from his strong hand. His lips move from my neck toward my ear and he whispers “lift that skirt and spread your legs.” I comply. Sustaining his grip on my breast while his other hand travels up the back of my hiked skirt. I begin to pant the closer he gets to my now dripping pussy. His fingers graze my lips through the fabric of my panties, causing me to let out a slight low moan. This moan causes him to pull his hand away. I am confused with a hint of torment. He grabs his handkerchief from his breast pocket and assertively stuffs it into my mouth. I am shocked and turned on beyond belief. He then tells me “You need to be silent,” as his hand then moves up the back of my skirt again, I am more wet than before, if that is possible.

Exploring the mountains of ass and assertively pawing at the foothill of the junction between my thighs, he grabs my panties from the fabric trinagle between my legs and yanks them down as far as the brown lace will stretch past splayed legs. As he yanks my skirt further up around waist his hand never leaving my body seeks out the heat between my legs. His touch is vehement, unruly and makes me soak as he parts my slick slit with this stroke, if my mouth was not stuffed I would have surely let out a deep moan.

Plunging deeply into my cunt as he pulls me back into his body his other hand still around my breast, he begins to kiss the side of my neck with more force until it feels like I am about to melt upon his fingers and fist. He speaks softly in my ear “you are a fucking wet irresistible bitch.” I respond by pulling his fingers into me further with firmest clinch this pussy can pull. He continues to work it. I am rocking harder and grinding myself atop his whole hand. Removing his other from my blouse and down to my clit, which he also begins working feverishly on. In a matter of moments I feel myself seize around his hand as he lifts me off the ground by my cunt and I cum hard, I feel myself grabbing tightly around his fingers clinching, twitching, then a spill of sweet release, the inside of thighs dripping and his fist and fingers are covered in me. He slides them out from deep and rubs my entire pussy. Pulling them out, he slides two of the fingers in his mouth and in my ear tells me just how “fucking delicious” I am. Pulling at me one last time and passing his lips across my neck, he removes his handkerchief and slides his slick fingers in its place, so I can taste for myself. He then turns a walks out, leaving me week in the knees with my panties stuck somewhere between knees and floor, skirt hiked, panting in a whimpering mess.

I love coffee.