My last semester of college was the time when my true learning began.

I was a young woman ready to set herself free, to head out into the world and show people what I was made of. But the late nights in the library had started to take their toll and I increasingly caught myself lost in daydreams when I should have been studying. It was a naughty form of escape I’d developed and it got me into what some might call trouble. I call it extra credit.  

I was at a carrel in one of the most secluded corners of the large campus library, surrounded by bookshelves. The last student I’d seen was an hour earlier. It was a week before finals and I was feeling the stress. But I knew it wouldn’t be long before I’d never have to spend long nights cramming in this place again.

My mind drifted from the history textbook on the desk before me to thoughts more along the lines of biology. In the total silence of where I was, I started fantasizing about a strong, muscular man whose face I never saw. In the fantasy, he came up behind me, reached around my shoulders, and placed his hands on my tits. I pictured him lowering his face to my neck and giving it a little bite. I could feel him hungry with lust. His fingers found my nipples, making them hard.

Sitting at the carrel, I felt excitement ripple through my body. The man pulled me up from the chair. His hands went back to rubbing my tits and I could feel his rock-hard cock against, and then between, my ass checks. With his left hand stroking my breasts, the fingers of his right hand found their way down to my crotch. He lifted my skirt up and began rubbing my clit, gently at first, then more firmly as my pussy got totally wet. My hips started to buck.

“Please,” I moaned. “I want you to fuck me.” The man slid his fingers inside me and I gasped. I wanted him to fuck me hard, as deep as his cock could go.

Lost in my fantasy, I was barely conscious of the way my right hand moved from the page of my book and nestled between my thighs. I reached beneath the thin cotton of my panties and touched my hot, wet pussy. I couldn’t stop myself. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, letting out a sigh. School had gotten me so pent up. I was dying for some release.

The rhythmic stroking of my clit was working its magic — I could feel myself nearing orgasm. I was almost there when a soft sound snapped me out of it. I opened my eyes to see a fellow student, a good-looking guy I recognized from an art history class the year before, standing frozen, ten feet in front of me, eyes wide.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

My cheeks flushed, I said, “I didn’t realize anyone else was here.”

Embarrassed, the guy started to walk away.

“Wait,” I said.

The guy stopped. He turned around. He was a little too preppy for my taste, but he’d do. I’d gotten over my shock. My pussy was throbbing. And getting caught had made me insanely turned-on. I felt incredibly naughty, thinking of him watching me in that moment.

I stared into the guy’s eyes. I didn’t blink. He stood there, holding my gaze, unsure of the moment. But then he caught on — the look on my face told him what I was thinking. A tiny expression of happiness, or pleasure, or lust, came into his eyes.

I moved my right hand back between my legs, reached under my skirt, and touched my pussy again. I was still staring at him. I could feel his hunger — just like the man in my fantasy. After a moment he came toward me, stopping a few feet away.

I pushed my chair back. Then I slid my panties down to my ankles, hiked up my skirt, and spread my legs. His gaze dropped to my thighs. I imagined his cock getting hard.

“I’m waiting,” I said.

He put down the books he held, looked again at my face, saw the lust in my eyes, and knelt before me. Lowering his head, he touched his tongue to my clit. A jolt of pleasure shot through my body. I’d been waiting my whole life to be a bad girl. Up until this point I’d played by the rules, always trying to be proper and nice. Now I wanted the feeling of being a slut — I wanted to go after what I wanted and not care about anything else.

I wanted to make him come harder than he ever had in his life.

I let out a sigh as he licked my pussy. I ran my hands through his short, dark brown hair. Then I surprised him by putting my hands on his shoulders and pushing him back. He looked up at me, briefly confused. In my fantasy I’d been submissive, but now, in this real-world encounter, I wanted to be in charge. I pointed to the desk.

“Sit,” I told him. “I want to suck your cock.”

With staring eyes looking almost drugged, he unzipped his jeans. His hard dick looked enormous inside his tightie whities. He sat on top of the desk, not bothering to move my history book. I put my hand on his huge bulge. I ran my tongue along the bottom of his taut stomach. Then I pulled down his underwear to the sight of the biggest, most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. My pussy got wetter just looking at it.

I lowered my face to his cock and ran my tongue along its amazing length. Then I put my lips around the head and began to lick and suck. He moaned softly, and I took more of him into my mouth and throat. He began gently stroking my hair, his hips moving slowly beneath me. My throat opened deeper and deeper for him. I wanted to take the entire thing. I briefly gasped, then kept sucking as he made hushed sounds of ecstasy.

I wanted him to come down my throat. I wanted that taste, that feel. I wanted to make him come harder than he ever had in his life. With his hands in my hair, he encouraged me to keep bobbing my head up and down. I could feel him getting close. I put a hand to the bottom of his balls and gently stroked.

I sucked his dick for a few last seconds and then warm come surged into my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could. I reveled in the feeling. I loved being a dirty girl.

We were panting. We stared at each other, not saying a word. Finally he got up, zipped his jeans, and tucked in his button-down shirt. I wiped come from my chin. We both let out little awkward laughs. Then he grabbed his books, said good night, and disappeared.

I ended up getting a B in history, but I think I deserved a higher grade for what I did that night.

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