Again, for, about, inspired by, created with, my lover P. We both came to this fantasy on IM, and I’ve recreated it here, for P first of all, always, and then for Daniel and Sabrina. And for you, Reader.

This is the sequel to Desire, posted here on 27th June, but you can read this on its own. And our story—P’s and mine—the story behind this story, the mask behind this mask, is at Eros, Logos.
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Your fingers inside me. My mouth opening to your probing tongue, just as my pussy does to your probing fingers. I don’t care that people may see now. But we’re hidden still by the tabletop, not exposed yet. Your hand underneath my skirt, your fingers deliciously probing me through the hole you’ve 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 cunt you have, O.”
Now I can’t 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 we’re not overheard, and steady, though it wants to tremble—I say to you, “I want you to fuck it. To fuck me. Please…”
You’ve 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 fuck you very hard, O.”

I want to shatter your control. I need to get you somewhere where I can get my hands on you, my mouth…”I’ve wanted you since September” I whisper longingly. I can’t believe that you’re here with me, fingers buried inside me in this public place, the object of so many of my masturbatory fantasies since class started.

“And I’ve wanted to have you. And now–now I will.” you say, and suddenly your fingers leave me, and I’m left open, aching, wet—longing 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 me—I don’t 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 I’d 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, once…scanning 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 can’t help moaning, you steal my breath away, my nipple springs up hard and aching, like my swollen clit, yearning for your fingers, your tongue…”Not here!” I whimper… “please, someone will see us…” “Yes,” you say, “and if they do, they’ll know what a whore you are, won’t they. They’ll know that you’re my whore…”
Yes.
I am.
And I want to be.

And that’s why, when you let go my wrists, I push you up against the door. I start kissing your neck, and fondling your cock, through your trousers. Cupping your balls and fondling them lovingly.
You lean back against the wall, eyes closed, moaning at my touch. Your cock is twitching in anticipation of what I’m about to do, and I love it.
I kiss you deeply, passionately, my hands on your growing, trapped cock, stroking you through the fabric. And I whisper, “I used to watch you in class, and dream of you fucking 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, P, was finally doing this,” I say, and I unzip you and slip my hand inside your pants.
Your cock 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 you’re hard for me, P,” 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 can’t 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 by—I need to be on my knees for you, and I ask you, “Please, P,”—I plead—“can I taste your cock now? Please…” I whisper this in your ear, kissing your neck, my hands stroking you, teasing you.
“Yes O, suck me,” you say hoarsely.
“Swallow my cock”
Your hands caressing my ass now, pulling up my skirt, exposing my ass clad only in torn, wet, sheer black nylon pantyhose. I am exposed, and I don’t 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 cock. 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 cock, 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 you’ll cum harder than you ever have in your life.”

You smile down at me, “ I don’t think I’ll have any choice about that,” you say.
And I wrap my lips around the head of your cock at last, I’m so eager, so desperate to taste you, to have you in my warm wet loving mouth.
I don’t care that we’re exposed like this, that I’m on my knees in this dark street, as you clutch my hair and gasp.
Because I need you. I need to taste your precum…mmm, salty, delicious…I need to taste your cock, feel it on my tongue, filling my mouth, my throat. God it turns me on!
You can’t help thrusting into my mouth.

I can’t tease you, I need you too desperately, and I wrap one arm around your hips, your ass, pulling you into me, encouraging you to thrust, telling you without words to fuck 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 you…I 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, O,”you say, your voice shaking,“Darling, I need desperately to fuck you. Now. Please!”
I’m thrilled and frightened and ashamed, all at once, but how can I possibly say no to you? When I’m so wet, so aching for your cock?
“Yes”, I say, my voice shaking too, I can barely speak, “Yes, now. Please, oh god, please…” I don’t 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 can’t help crying out, as we fuck savagely, though you slide so smoothly into me, because I’m so fucking wet now. Battering me, your cock sinking so deeply into me, ramming against my cervix, causing me such sweet agony and pleasure, both at once.

And I’m lost, utterly. I don’t care who may see, I don’t care that there are people walking by on the other side of the street, I don’t 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 don’t care–Because I’m your whore, you’ve made me your whore.

O