Submitting for photo #15! Hope you enjoy it.
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Emma’s dorm room was her sanctuary. It was a cluttered haven of textbooks, posters, and the faint scent of vanilla candles she burned make standardized student housing feel actually comfortable. As a shy, mixed-heritage sophomore with caramel skin, curly hair often tied back in a messy bun, and those big, expressive dark eyes hidden behind oversized glasses most days, she blended into the background of college life. She was not popular or outgoing. And would forego the normal college social scene and mostly just kept to herself.
But beneath that facade, Emma was a sexual deviant. A porn-brained gooner whose body was a constant hum of unmet sexual satisfaction. She would spend her afternoons after class masturbating multiple times a day, taking advantage of the moments when the hall grew quiet. It was her escape, her dirty little ritual that made the crush on her hall mate, Tyler, more bearable from afar.
Tyler was everything she wasn’t: confident, athletic, and social. With that white-blonde hair cropped short, and piercing blue eyes framed by expensive glasses. His body was sculpted from endless gym sessions and he effortlessly made good grades. He lived two doors down, and their interactions were limited to awkward nods in the communal kitchen and laundry room. She’d never confessed her feelings, obviously. She was far too mortified at the thought of how humiliating the inevitable rejection would be. Instead, she just fantasized about him relentlessly, her mind weaving scenarios where his strong hands explored her, imagining him moaning saying things in her ear that made her soak her panties through most afternoons.
This afternoon was no different. With her roommate out for the day, Emma had stripped down to just her sports bra, the burgundy fabric clinging to her full, heavy breasts. She lay on her back on the narrow twin bed, legs spread wide. She sported an au natural bush, a thick, untamed thatch of dark curls that framed her dripping pussy. She’d never shaved it, fittingly embracing the wildness that matched her hidden cravings. The blue-green dildo, her faithful companion, was thick and textured. Veined for that extra friction she craved. She slid it in slowly at first, gasping as it stretched her tight walls, inch by inch until it was buried deep. Her free hand roamed up to pinch her nipple through the bra, while the other worked the toy in and out, building a rhythm that had her eyes rolling in her head.
“Oh, fuck…Tyler,” she whispered to the empty room, eyes closed imagining it was him thrusting into her, his muscular frame pinning her down where she knew she belonged. Her juices coated the dildo, making squelching sounds with each plunge. She twisted it attempting to angle it to hit that sensitive spot inside her, her toes curling as a crash of endorphins flooded her brain. Sweat beaded on her skin, her armpits, which she was also too defiant to ever shave, were damp under raised arms as she arched her back. Minutes blurred. Was it five? Maybe ten? She edged herself closer, her breaths coming in ragged pants, moans slipping out despite her efforts to stay quiet. She was lost in the fantasy, eyes squeezed shut, when the door creaked open.
Her eyes flew wide in horror and and to her utter bewilderment, as though she had summoned him with some magical mating call, Tyler stood there. It was not uncommon for all of their hall mates to come in and out at will, but Emma realized in a bitter self-hatred that she’d forgotten to lock the door. He froze for a split second, his brown t-shirt hugging his broad chest, shorts the only thing covering his lower half after what must have been a quick change from class. His glasses caught the light as his gaze raked over her. Her legs were splayed wide open, dildo halfway inside her, her pussy glistening and exposed.
Emma’s face burned white hot, mortification crashing over her like a tidal wave. She yanked the dildo out with an awful squelch, slamming her legs shut and scrambling to pull a blanket over herself, but the blanket was too small to cover her fully, and it was too late anyways. Her crush, the guy she’d ogled in secret for most of the semester, had just walked in on her most intimate moment with herself. “T-Tyler! Oh my god, get…get out!” she stammered, her voice high-pitched and trembling, heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst in her chest. She couldn’t meet his eyes, burying her face in her hands, wishing the floor would swallow her whole. This was her worst nightmare. She was exposed, vulnerable, and her secret filthy habit laid bare to the one person she wanted to impress.
Tyler waved his hands frantically, eyes wide in shock and trying not to laugh, “Sorry, sorry!” He was reaching back and, hand fumbling and searching for the door, covering his eyes with his off hand. “I was looking for your roommate, and I didn’t see anything.”
“Why didn’t you knock?!” Emma moaned helplessly.
“I did! For like a while, you didn’t hear me?”
Emma groaned and covered her face with the small blanket, trying to suspend her disbelief at her situation.
Tyler’s hand had finally found the handle and he had turned it all the way down to hustle out of the room, until Emma nearly shouted, “Wait!”
Tyler stopped. His hand froze with his hand on the doorknob. Slowly, cautiously, he looked back at her. Her whole body was trembling. She couldn’t believe what she’d just said.
“I…” Her throat bobbed. “I didn’t mean—just…don’t go yet.”
His brow furrowed. “Emma…” He said her name like he was trying to tell if she was joking, “What—?”
Her voice was barely audible. “I just…maybe if you stayed we could…but I don’t want you to think I’m…uh…oh my god. My life is over…”
Tyler blinked. Then slowly, like he wasn’t sure it was allowed, he took a single step forward. The blanket failing to cover all of Emma as he watched her bare legs poking out.
“Well, well…what do we have here?” he said, his voice low and teasing, a smirk playing on his lips as he stepped closer to her.
The sound sent an unwelcome thrill through her despite the embarrassment, her body seemed to have a mind of their own as she kicked the blanket off of her to the foot of the bed, exposing herself to him. Her bare bottom half had a slight gleam of sweat, breath quickening nervously.
He grinned and set his bag down and walked closer to the bed, his presence filling the small room to the brim. “Emma, relax.” His words were laced with a confidence that made her peek through her fingers.
She whispered, “Please, just…you can’t tell anyone about this. This is a really private…” But the words she wanted to logically come out didn’t come to her. Deep down, a twisted part of her thrilled at his attention. A dark part of her had always wanted him to ‘catch’ her. But fantasies were just that, fantasies. And now that it was real, fear and desire warred inside her.
Tyler climbed onto the bed, his knees straddling her hips as he squatted above her, his muscular thighs flexing.
Her eyes widened as she covered her face tightly with both of her hands out of embarrassment after intentionally exposing herself to him, even if only subconsciously.
“Oh my god…” she said muffled into her hands. “You probably think I’m disgusting.”
But then she felt Tyler’s fingers gently slide around her wrists, and lightly pulled them away from her face and holding them above her head in the air so she was looking up at him. The position forced her sports bra to ride up slightly, her breasts nearly spilling out, and left her legs parting instinctively under his weight. “Shhhh, don’t hide,” he murmured, his free hand trailing down her side, brushing her skin lightly. “I’ve always had a bit of a thing for you…did you know that?”
“—Y…You…really?”
Emma’s breath caught uncomfortably at this, her body betraying her as fresh arousal pooled between her thighs. She squirmed weakly, but his grip was unyielding, his blue eyes dark with lust behind those glasses. “I really wanna…but…oh Tyler, we…we probably shouldn’t,” she protested faintly, but her voice lacked conviction. Secretly, this was her dream. Him dominating and her submitting to him without a fight.
He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. “Why not? You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you? I can tell.” His hand found the discarded dildo, still slick with her essence. “Haven’t you?”
She bit her lip, hesitating with a flushed panic as she looked up at him. “Almost every day…”
He took her dildo and she moaned as he teased her entrance with it, “So tell me to stop…”
She let out another high pitched moan, and shook her head violently. “Don’t stop…please don’t…”
He groaned and slid it back in slowly. Emma gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily as he pumped it deeper, twisting to rub against her G-spot. “Damn…you’re an eager little thing, aren’t you?”
Humiliation burned in her cheeks, but pleasure overrode it. She bit her lip, stifling a moan as he worked the toy faster, his thumb finding her clit and circling it with expert pressure. She hated how expertly he touched her with it, wondering how many other of her classmates he’s practiced on. But despite this, her legs fell open wider, exposing her bushy mound fully to him. She could feel Tyler’s heavy cock throbbing against her thigh through his shorts. He released her wrists just long enough to shove his shorts down, freeing his hard length. It was just like she had pictured it. Thick and veiny, with a slight curve that made her inner walls clench in anticipation. She couldn’t take her eyes off the precum glistened at the pink tip as he stroked himself once.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded, guiding himself to her lips. Emma hesitated for a microsecond, her crush-addled brain screaming this was wrong, but her body obeyed gladly. She parted her lips, taking him in tentatively at first, her tongue swirling around the head. He groaned, threading fingers through her curls, gently but firmly pushing deeper. “Good girl.”
She hollowed her cheeks, tasting his salty skin as he thrust shallowly into her mouth. His other hand never stopped with the dildo, fucking her faster now, the dual sensations building an orgasm she couldn’t fight. Her muffled moans vibrated around him, her hands clutching the sheets. When she came, it was more explosive than it had ever been by herself. Her pussy spasmed around the toy, juices squirting slightly onto his hand and her bed. She cried out around his cock, tears of overwhelming pleasure and lingering embarrassment pricking her eyes.
Tyler pulled out of her mouth with a pop, kissing her roughly. She returned it with enthusiasm, her orgasm doing absolutely nothing to curb her current libido. “Fuck, you needed that, huh?” he mocked.
Emma nodded quickly, all higher brain function had failed as she ran her palms running along his muscled arms. Now that she finally had him, she couldn’t keep her hands off him.
“I need to be inside you.” He tossed the dildo aside, positioning himself between her legs without a condom. Emma’s mouth hung open lazily as she spread her legs as wide as she could for him as he adjusted himself. She knew she wasn’t on any birth control, a fact that rang through her mind like alarm bells. But she chose not to speak up, not wanting to have her darkest fantasy that she was FINALLY experiencing to be ruined by a barrier of latex. Secretly, the risk thrilled her, feeding even more into her fantasies. There was nothing in the world at this moment that she wanted more than for him to take her raw, the way she’d always pictured it.
He nudged her entrance with his bare tip, slicking himself in her wetness. “Damn. You’ve wanted to do this forever, haven’t you?” he growled.
“…Yeah.”
Without warning, Tyler pushed his member between her bushy folds, inch by inch. Emma whimpered at the stretch, as he was thicker than her dildo, filling every bit of space that she had inside her. His bare cock felt warm and wonderful against her walls. The bare skin-on-skin gave it an intimacy that felt so good she was in utter disbelief. It felt like angels were shining a warm light on her from above as she floated in her dorm room. She wished she could live all day, every day, with this warm cock in her. Her existence on earth would be nothing but bliss and satisfaction. He bottomed out with a grunt, his pubic bone grinding against her clit, her bush tickling his base.
Tyler was taking no prisoners. Pulling it out almost fully before slamming back in, each thrust making her breasts bounce in her bra. “God, you’re so wet,” he panted, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave faint marks.
“That’s all you…” Emma muttered, a smile finally curved on her face.
“Why have you been hiding from me?”
He angled his hips to hit her G-spot with every stroke, the wet slap of their bodies echoing in the room. Emma’s nails dug into his back through his t-shirt, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. She was lost, mortification forgotten in the haze of ecstasy as her eyes slid out of focus.
She gasped as he pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach suddenly, yanking her hips up so she was on all fours. Re-entering from behind, she was getting mounted in the way she’d always dreamed, one hand fisting her curly black hair to arch her back, the other reaching around to rub her clit, his strong hips clapping against her ass as her mind went to Nirvana.
She felt his chest press flush against her back, and his chin rest on her shoulder as he pounded her, “I always knew you were ready to go…”
This alone was enough to make her cum again, harder this time as her walls fluttered around him as she bit hard into her pillow. He heard her chuckle darkly at the power he had over her, but that just made her even more wet as he didn’t stop pumping even a little.
“I’m gonna cum inside you…” he said his thrusts grew erratic. She felt his balls slapping against her, the friction building to a crest.
She turned her head around to look at him and smiled, “Do what you want.” Emma purred, leaning back down to close her eyes. Her ass in the air and her cheek pressed into her pillow with a small smile as she reached back and spread her ass wider for him, resigning herself to her fate, whatever happened. Thinking in the deepest, darkest places of her mind that it wouldn’t even be the worst thing in the world to her if she was tied to him forever because of this, because she finally got what she wanted.
With a deep groan he buried himself to the hilt. A warm sensation filled Emma’s insides as she felt his veiny cock twitch and pulse uncontrollably inside her, backing her ass up against him to make sure he got it all in there. She was practically drooling as she let him squirt his hot seed deep inside her, flooding her unprotected womb. It was all worth it to give him what he wanted.
They collapsed together, breaths mingling, his weight pressing her into the mattress. Tyler kissed her shoulder, smirking and breathless as he pulled out of her, leaving her gaping. Through quick breaths, he said, “Okay, actually…I…I gotta roll…or I’m gonna be late…sorry. I’ll see you around, Emma.” Emma, her whole body tingling and light as she felt his hot sperm leaking out of her slowly. White and clear spunk running down her dark thighs and pooled onto her sheets, her making no effort to keep them clean. She could only nod at him, rolling over to lie on her back just as she was when he walked in, her crush grinning at her as he walked out her door.
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