Your Inner Slut Pt 02

This is the long-awaited second part!

I apologise for the delay, but I only write when I'm in the mood to, and I haven't until recently. I have a few sections written now though, so they will be more regular.

Thanks to Jacob for editing.

Quick recap: Carly loves her boyfriend Aaron, but he lives far away. Through sexual frustration, she fucked her Scottish roommate, Connor. Another roommate, Jack, saw them and threatened to expose Carly's indiscretion.

Jack said he would tell his girlfriend, Gemma, Carly's best friend unless she did what he asked.

Carly was given a choice: To let her secret be revealed and lose her boyfriend. Or to give in to Jack's disgusting demands. She totally loathed Jack, but what could she do?

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I've never felt shame like this before. The guilt from cheating on Aaron was hard to bear, but Connor was a gentleman about it all. The next morning, he came to my room and apologised. He took all the blame and said that he'd taken advantage of me; We were both drunk, and it was just a stupid mistake.

I knew that wasn't true, I had wanted it so badly. If Jack hadn't interrupted, I would have fucked Connor all night. He promised to keep it a secret and offered to talk to Jack about what had been said when I followed him upstairs. I couldn't bring myself to reveal how my best friend's boyfriend led me to his room. Then blackmailed me into letting him go down on me, and wanted me to return the favour.

I told him Jack had agreed that the whole thing should be forgotten, and I hoped that was true. Jack had said I needed to return the favour to maintain his silence. But surely, we couldn't cheat on Gemma again like that? Why would he do that? He was a vile piece of shit, and I had never liked him, but now I loathed him!

I struggled to look Gemma in the eye when I next saw her, remembering how it had felt to have Jack's tongue touch me; Teasing my warm wet folds until I came so hard. Why had my body betrayed me like that? How had I even got wet from being with Jack let alone actually climaxed?

I tried to convince myself it was because I hadn't seen my boyfriend for weeks. I had spoken to Aaron on the phone and he apologised for getting angry at me. It had been a stupid argument about his friend 'Andy'. He had been going on about 'Andy' for weeks; how they trained at the gym a lot.

That changed on a video call when it was revealed that 'Andy' was just the nickname for a very fit, beautiful girl called Andrea. She was the good friend Aaron had mentioned!

I had overreacted and felt so guilty for what it led me to do. Connor had been so understanding and it had led to me cheating.

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The next afternoon I went to the campus library hoping that studying would take my mind off everything. I had managed to avoid Jack so far today as he had slept in. I walked through the long corridors of shelves looking for a particular book. I knew the reference, but hadn't been in this part of the library before.

I was on the third floor in a darkened area towards the back corner. There were a couple of students standing around, but none near me. I got to a dead end with bookshelves on three sides and searched them for my book.

Try as I might to stop thinking about sex, I couldn't; I had been so close to cumming with Connor, and from Jack's attentions, however unwanted. They had both raised my sexual appetite to staggering heights.

As I stood in the secluded corner of the library, I had a naughty urge to touch myself. Looking through the gaps in the bookshelves I caught glimpses of other students. How hot would it be to fuck in between these shelves? Or even finger myself, as someone walked past unknowingly.

Jesus, just the thought got me wet!

Then I saw my book on the bottom shelf -- Excellent! As soon as I got it, I planned to find the nearest bathroom and relieve some of this pent-up sexual tension. As I bent over to retrieve the book there was a loud slap followed by pain.

"Ouch!" I gasped at the sudden slap on my right arse-cheek.

I had worn a short, pleated skirt as it was a warm day, and felt the impact of a strong hand on my partially bare cheek.

"Hey, fancy seeing you here!" came a voice I sadly knew only too well.

"Get the fuck away from me!" I snapped, as I stood up and spun around.

I immediately regretted what I was wearing. My short, pleated skirt barely covered my ample rear. I wore a tight tank top without a bra, but had covered it with a thin knitted cardigan. I usually liked dressing sexy, but didn't like how Jack's eyes scanned me.

"Wow, someone's frisky! What's with the hostility?" Jack said as he took a step towards me.

His skinny frame was clad in a pair of ripped jeans and an old t-shirt. I say skinny but that was only in comparison to my boyfriend and Connor. Jack wasn't shredded but had an objectively attractive body and my eyes unconsciously checked out his lean, muscled arms. It was a shame he was a fucking perverted twat. God knows why Gemma loved him.

"You know dam well why. Pervert!" I snapped back.

I tried to move past him to walk away but felt a strong hand on my arm as Jack pulled me back.

"Hey, don't be like that! Not after all the pleasure I gave you last night," Jack said, holding my arm while giving me a cocky grin.

I felt a tingle shoot through me at his words. I saw the hungry look in his eyes that both terrified, and shamefully, aroused me.

"You think a lot of yourself. I hated every minute of it," I said, pouring venom into every word.

"That's not what your body said, you were soaked! Mmm,.... tasted so good. Then there were the moans!" Jack said, stepping closer to me.

I felt the heat from his body and knew I should run - Push him out of the way and run - but he moved to the other side of me and backed us into the dead end. The only thing behind me were bookshelves lining the walls in the darkened corner.

"Let go of my arm!" I said through gritted teeth, as I looked into his hungry eyes.

He had gorgeous blue eyes like Pierce Brosnan or Daniel Craig. I remember commenting on them with Gemma when we first met Jack during freshers. They gleamed with lust now, eyeing me with yearning.

I gasped as he let go of my arm and quickly wrapped his arms around my waist, grabbing my arse in both hands.

"This better?" He grinned as he pulled me hard against him.

I felt his hard cock push against my stomach and felt another tingle between my legs. I could feel myself getting excited at his touch. My hands were on his firm chest, trying to push my body away from him. I felt his hard pecs under my hands and the fast thump of his heart.

He wanted me! No, he NEEDED me!

I could tell from the feel of his body and the look in his eyes that, If I let him, he would bend me over and take me right here amongst the bookshelves. I shuddered with fear at the thought, at least I hoped it was fear!

"You owe me for last night," Jack said, as I tried to squirm out of his grasp. His strong hands felt so good as they squeezed and massaged my arse cheeks over my skirt.

"Fuck you!" I snarled.

"Shhh! We're in a library, Carly," Jack hissed.

His lips were a hair-width from mine. I wanted to lean forward and kiss him. Taste his lips on mine, let him take me right here amongst the dusty books!

Fucking hell Carly, what are you thinking? Why is my body responding like this around an arrogant cheating bastard like Jack?

"I can feel your heart, Carly. Feel it fluttering in your chest. Come on, one quick little suck," Jack said breathing a little harder with anticipation.

I couldn't help the way my body felt. How I stopped trying to push away from him; surrendering to his touch, purring as I felt the bulge of his hard cock through his jeans as it rubbed against me. I heard from Gemma he had a nice cock. The screams from their room indicated he knew how to use it.

It had been so long since I'd sucked on my boyfriend's cock. Some girls hate sucking dick, or just do it to please their man, but I loved it. The power you feel when you hold a throbbing cock in your mouth, feeling the heat, tasting the salty musk. Just thinking about wrapping my lips around a juicy cock was enough to make me salivate; It also never failed to make my pussy wet.

Seeing the indecision on my face and my apparent submission in his arms, Jack forced the issue by leaning forward and kissing me. Not tenderly like my boyfriend, but hard and forceful. In shock, my lips naturally responded, parted for him, as I felt his tongue invade my mouth.

Our lips smashed together hungrily and I felt the heat rise in my body, and my pussy started tingling, as this bastard violated me. The thrill of kissing among the bookshelves knowing that my fellow students were nearby and could catch us was intoxicating.

Then I realised what I was doing. Kissing this vile piece of shit. The bastard boyfriend of my best friend.

"Don't fucking touch me," I growled breathlessly as I pulled my lips from his.

They were already yearning to feel his lips on them again - to feel his tongue against mine. Jack squeezed my arse cheeks hard together and then pulled them apart. Then he looked deep into my eyes and whispered into my ear.

"Don't fight it. You know you want to. Just one little suck and this will be over. Come On, Slut!" That sent a thrill through me as I struggled to control my desires.

"Just one time?" I said breathlessly. The thrill of this situation overwhelmed me.

I was pressed up against my roommate and his hands were all over my arse in the very public university library. Unbelievably, I was contemplating sucking his cock even as I knew a couple of Students milled around the shelves nearby.

"On your knees!" Jack said forcefully. His hands moved to my shoulders and applied pressure. Encouraging me to kneel in front of him.

I was overcome with desire as I glimpsed a student walking two rows down. I imagined them walking past, not knowing I was about to have a big fat cock in my mouth.

A shiver of pleasure shot right through me. I sank to my knees without complaint, feeling my body tingle. Jack quickly unzipped his jeans and fished for his cock. My mouth salivated at the prospect of what was happening.

A gasp escaped my lips as Jack revealed his hard cock. It was a little smaller than my boyfriend's but a lot thicker. My mouth watered as it bobbed in front of me.

"Come on slut we don't have all day," hissed Jack from above, looking down on me.

Without thought I reached out and grasped his thick shaft in my hand. His smooth warm skin yielded in my grip as I slowly stroked him. I shuffled forward on my knees to get closer to him, forgetting that I shouldn't be eager for this. But I was, it had been far too long since I sucked on my boyfriend's cock.

I stuck out my tongue and gave the shaft a long lick. He tasted salty as Aaron did before showering. I felt my thong soaking up my wet juices as the thrill of the moment consumed me. On my knees in the library with a beautiful, thick cock in my mouth.

I should be ashamed and disgusted, not consumed with lust. I gave the shaft another lick and sunk my lips over his bulbous tip, smiling when I heard Jack's satisfied moan.

That was what made blow jobs fun - hearing the pleasure in a guy's voice. I sunk my lips further down his cock and started bobbing. I told myself I was trying to end this vile situation quickly. Who was I kidding?

I fucking loved it!

My cheeks hollowed as I continued to suck on his warm thick cock. It tasted so good on my tongue as I sank lower and lower. I felt the tip hit the back of my throat and I gagged loudly. Looking up with watery eyes, I saw Jack's smug face leering down at me; triumphant and cocksure at getting me to submit.

I had a compulsion to wipe that shit-eating grin off his fucking face. I should have screamed out for help. Watch his face as he is caught by other students. Blocking in a poor defenceless woman in a dark corridor with his cock out. Forcing her to service him as her eyes watered with fear.

I should have done that. That's what a good girl would do. But instead, I chose to wipe that grin off another way.

"Oh shit! I knew you would be a good little cock sucker," Jack groaned, as I opened my throat and let his tip pass through.

I knew Aaron loved it when I deep-throated him, and here I was, doing the same thing to Jack. I should have cried out in terror. Or satisfied the deal by just licking and sucking the tip. But I couldn't contain myself as my pussy burned with desperate need. I had to concentrate to prevent my fingers from slipping down there.

I knew I'd be replaying this scene later, whilst fingering myself. Just that dirty slutty thought increased my arousal to new heights. I slid my throat over his cock, burying it until my nose brushed his groin. That's something I couldn't do with my boyfriend's longer cock. I held still for a second, before pulling back and gulping for air.

A string of thick spit connected my lips with his shaft, as I gulped down lungfuls of air. I jacked his cock hard and fast, coating my hand with my spit, then I lunged forward and speared my throat again.

"Oh, Jesus Christ, your throat feels so fucking good," growled Jack, as I deep-throated his thick hard cock.

I felt his hands in my hair and then he started thrusting into my throat. I held on to his hips to absorb some of the shock as he fucked my throat.

My eyes streamed with tears as I felt his cock abuse my mouth. The sounds of gagging and wet flesh sliding against each other filled the corridor. My pussy oozed between my legs and my nipples were hard with arousal. I needed to touch myself to relieve the pent-up desire. But I couldn't, I needed to keep my hands on Jack's hips as he fucked my mouth.

"Fuck! Fuck! I'm going to cum down your throat, you little slut!" Jack growled, as he thrust his cock faster and faster.

I'm ashamed to admit I felt a little disappointed! Did I want this to last longer? Deep down I was proud I had got him to cum so fast, but ...... that wasn't right! I shouldn't be feeling that! I should be feeling horrified and disgusted.

Jack held my head still as he blasted spurts of thick sticky cum straight down my throat. I swallowed hard and managed to pull my throat off his cock. His last spurts landed on my tongue and I naturally lapped it up. Enjoying the salty taste of his cum as I always did with my boyfriend.

"Fuck me, Carly! You have skill!" Jack said breathing deeply.

I tried to disguise the smile that spread on my lips as I stood up. I needed to run to the bathroom right now and service my aching need, before I burst.

"Right! Your turn!" Jack grinned as he spun me around and pushed me against the bookshelf.

Books clattered to the floor as he pulled my skirt up and revealed my peachy, creamy arse. I gasped with shock and arousal as he ripped my thong down to my knees.

"No! Stop!" I yelped breathlessly as I felt his fingers reach my soaked lips.

"Jesus! You really enjoyed that didn't you, slut!" laughed Jack. As two of his fingers penetrated my hot, tight entrance.

"Argh!!" I moaned as his thick fingers invaded me.

Jack curled his fingers finding my g-spot and stroked me hard. One hand was placed firmly between my shoulder blades, pushing me against the bookshelf. The other was pumping his fingers in my soaked pussy.

I could see other students a few rows away idly looking for books on the shelves. At any moment they could come this way, see me half naked getting fingered to with an inch of my life. This was too much for me to contain. I pushed back against his fingers, swimming in the intense pleasure that flooded my body.

"That's right, slut! Ride my fingers," Jack whispered into my ear, as he reamed me from behind.

"Oh god!" I yelled as I felt myself edging closer.

"Mmm. Are you going to cum for me, you horny little slut?" hissed Jack as his fingers fucked me harder and harder.

I clenched my lips together determined not to admit my feelings out loud. Whatever I felt inside -however depraved and wrong - I could not let Jack hear them. Otherwise, this would never end.

Would that be such a bad thing? At this moment, with his fingers fucking me so fucking good. I couldn't think clearly.

"Yes! Yes! I'm close, so fucking close!" I moaned loudly, heedless of anyone nearby.

I sighed in despair as Jack removed his fingers, placing a strong hand on my lower back pinning me to the shelf.

"Fuck! No! No! I'm so fucking close," I growled, in desperate frustration.

"Beg for it, Slut! Beg for me to finish you off!" Jack whispered.

I could hear the smugness in his voice as he relished having me at his whim, knowing I was too far gone to deny him.

"You fucking bastard!" I groaned in despair, as I tried to reach my pussy with my hands.

"Oh no, you don't! Beg!" Jack growled in a deep gravelly voice as he grabbed my arm and pinned it to the shelf.

Scream Carly, just scream out for help I thought. Then this will all be over.

"Please, Jack! Make me cum," I whined, as a tear rolled down my cheek.

I gasped as I felt his thick hard cock enter me. I thought he would continue to use his fingers, not slide his fat cock deep inside me.

Oh, fuck! It felt so good as it stretched me, so much thicker than anything else I had ever experienced.

The most contented feeling of fullness filled me as he slowly slid inside. I felt my release build again, dangerously close to the edge. Jack clasped onto my naked hips with both hands, confident I wasn't going to try and escape. I couldn't have pulled myself off his glorious cock if I tried.

I groaned loudly as he pulled back, my velvet walls clinging to him tightly. When only his bulbous tip remained inside, he thrust back in ..... HARD!

"Argh! Fuck!" I screamed, as I enjoyed the most perfect orgasm of my life.

The whole dirty sordid scene; cheating on Aaron! My best friend's boyfriend's cock was deep inside me, fucking me in the library with my fellow students nearby. In my lustful throes as I indulged in my release, I collapsed against the bookshelf.

Jack fucked me hard, repeatedly, as I squirmed on his cock. My walls contracted, gripping him tight. I shoved a hand in my mouth to muffle my screams as I orgasmed harder than ever before.

There was an almighty crash as the shelf gave way, and dozens of books tumbled to the floor. Jack reacted first, yanking his thick hard cock out of me, causing me to moan with disappointment that the feeling of fullness was gone.

He tucked his cock away and quickly zipped his jeans; I could barely function as my orgasm subsided. I somehow managed to pull my thong up before a couple of students rounded the corner, searching for the origin of the noise.

"You can't deny you loved that, slut!" Jack whispered, as we quickly walked away together.

We drew amused looks from the two students nearby, them having no doubt what happened due to our dishevelled and flustered appearance.

As we left the floor, I saw a bathroom and ducked inside, desperate to get away from Jack. I looked at myself in the mirror above the sinks; my mascara running from the tears that washed my cheeks. My hair was visibly unkempt and my skin was flushed; privately my pussy was red hot and throbbed with pleasure.

I struggled to come to terms with what had just occurred. For the second time in a matter of days, I had cheated on Aaron. What the hell was I becoming? Hopefully, this would be it. Connor was happy to forget and now Jack had fucked me, it was over.

Oh, how naive could I be?