Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

One Little Moan: 10

After that day in the library, Taylor's life was never the same. Most people that saw her never noticed a change,

and she was grateful. She didn't see how they could miss what she'd becas her lover kissed her hard,

pressing her against the wall of the alley. This was her life now. No matter what she did, things always came

back to this: Kevin taking what he wanted somewhere dangerously public, while she desperately tried not to

scream in pleasure. She was grateful that at least here, over the pounding music of the club no one would hear

her moaning. The alley might have been the least private place he'd attacked her so far, but at least no one

could hear how much she liked it. It was cold comfort, but it would have to do if she couldn't make him see

reason and stop.

"We can't," she pleaded in between kisses, "Not here--" but it was hard to make an argument when his mouth so

hungrily devoured hers.

"Anywhere, anytime," he said cockily. "You know nothing bad is going to happen." It was the answer he always

gave. He acted like he owned her and honestly that's why she loved it, but he was getting too risky lately, and

gambling with her reputation as much as his in the process.

"Please, Sara is inside." Taylor said, her voice barely audible over the sound of the music. "If she comes looking

for us sh-she'll... ohhhh god... please don't..." It was too late though, he had two fingers in her pussy and he

wasn't even bothering to kiss her to keep the noise down as she moaned like the whore she'd become.

"I don't think either of us is too worried about Sara cumming right now. She can wait," he taunted, pumping his

fingers in and out of her slick little slit. "I'm far more concerned about making you cum instead..."

"Ahhhh, no, not here," Taylor moaned, louder this tas his words hit their mark. She was deeply ambivalent

about what she was becoming. She'd started wearing sexier clothes that showed off a little skin, and even

sometimes a little cleavage, but none of her friends had asked her about it. Tonight though was even worse than

normal. Tonight Sara had pressured her into borrowing one of Sara's more provocative outfits; it was a tight black

dress with a mesh panel over her generous cleavage, and it had a hemline that was a little farther up her thighs

than she was really comfortable with. Kevin and Sara had practically dragged her out tonight to help her "find a

guy," but she was pretty sure they just wanted to watch her drown in the deep end of the social swimming pool.

Finding a guy definitely wasn't going to be a problem. Guys had been checking her out all night, and had even

danced with her, but whenever they tried to do more than that she told them she had a boyfriend and they

backed off, which was a shame, because that's exactly what she didn't want. She'd love to find a guy as

aggressive and relentless as Kevin - just one that wasn't dating her roommate. Taylor just couldn't get too

worked up about anyone that was willing to take no for an answer though; not when all she wanted was to be

the plaything of someone bold enough to play with her body the way Kevin was right now.

She still felt their eyes wandering her body like she always did, but tonight instead of running away at the way it

made her nipples hard and her heart beat faster, she reveled in it... It was those feelings that made her such

easy prey for Kevin tonight when he pulled her aside. "Ohhh... Ohhh... I'm getting close", she moaned in her

lover's ear while he casually groped her left breast through her shirt while he continued his frenzied finger

fucking.

He always did this to her, and that's why for the last few weeks she'd been fucking him like a woman possessed.

Today all it had taken was for Sara to use the restroom and suddenly he was dragging Taylor out of the back door

by the hand to do god knows what while his girlfriend was less than fifty feet away. This was her life now. For the

last few weeks they'd done it almost every day, and almost anywhere they could find the smallest amount of

privacy. His needs were no longer just limited to her dorm room or the library. They fucked in the park, just off

the jogging trail where the shadows were deepest and in an empty classroom she did sTAing for three days

a week. They fucked in a porn booth at a store just off campus and once even in a handicap bathroom between

classes. He was insatiable, at least with her. She took ssmall secret delight when Sara complained to her

one night that Kevin just hadn't been in the mood lately, and she might have to find someone on the side.

Taylor wished she could confide her dirty little secret with her friend, but it was impossible. How could a 'virgin'

like her know that secret to making Kevin hard, was to tell him that she didn't want it, or to worry out loud about

how they were going to get caught this time. Nothing made him force his thick cock inside her pussy faster than

those doubts. It probably didn't hurt that her concerns were true or that in the moment she was begging, she

really was worried they'd be caught. Kevin didn't care though, and that's why she loved him. When they noticed

the homeless guy jerking off to them while they fucked in the bushes he just charder than usual, and when

the janitor walked in on them while she was cumming he whispered in her ear that he was going to let the old

man use her next.

"Kevin... Kevin..." She panted, "I-I... I'm cumming... Please letcum..." She was right on the edge when he

suddenly stopped and pulled his fingers out of her, before wiping them on her inner thigh.

"Sorry babe - we've been out here too long," he said, smiling cruelly. "Tto go back inside."

"Wha-What?" Taylor asked, stunned. "Kevin... | need it..."

"I know you do. You need to cum because you're a slut, but you'll have to wait a little bit longer. I've got

something special planned for tonight."

Each of the times they'd been caught had been horrifying in the moment, but perhaps not quite as terrible as

this. Once the white shfaded in a day or two, all that was left behind was a memory that glowed red with

lust. This tthough, he left her burning. He'd never left her high and dry before. Not like this. The orgasms

always made the terrible and shameful things they did together bearable, but as she followed meekly behind

him into the club, she could feel the shof her sin dripping off her body the sway she could feel her

pussy flooding her panties.