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Fucking on University Campus [MF] [Public] | 2016

At the point of this experience, I was in my second year of university, and my boyfriend Adam used to regularly spend weekends at my off-campus apartment. I can’t remember how the idea struck, but I know for sure it came from me, and that Adam was very nervous about it. It was about 10 o’clock at night when I proposed the idea to Adam. He immediately asked me if it was safe and if there weren’t security guards. He wasn’t a university student, so I just brushed off his questions with “don’t worry about it, I know where to go”. My campus had a no alcohol or illegal substances rule, which of course I was adept to successfully breaking repeatedly, so I had a pretty good idea of all the spots we could go to that offered just enough privacy.

A little background – at this point in the relationship, sex was a regular. We had realized that I had a kinky side, and he fully supported that. I liked to be dominated, choked out, degraded, spanked, spat on, slapped, be used like a toy, and was very into daddy talk and edging. He was great at those things. I was also very interested in fucking in public. With this, he played along as best he could, which I always give him credit for. By nature, however, he was very nervous, so it didn't always work out well - but that's another story. After I calmed him and managed to successfully get him excited, I let him pick out my outfit. He chose a little pair of blue denim shorts that were so tight I had to wiggle to get over my hips, and a sky-blue tank top. When I asked if to wear underwear, he left me with the choice, so I went without. A brief description of me; 5ft 5”, 32 C breasts, and not enough ass as I’d like, but enough to fill out a pair of jeans.

On the five-minute walk, it proved to be a ghost town. Adam couldn’t keep his hands off my ass. He made sure to keep a hand on one of the cheeks, squeezing and slapping whenever he felt like. He kept murmuring about how hot I looked. I admit, even though I felt exposed and cold, I knew I looked damn good. I felt sexy, because I knew my shorts were giving me the world’s biggest camel toe, and I knew my clinging tank top defined every curve of my torso, including my hard nipples.

We went to a grassy area that was dimly lit by a far away lamp, with benches littered throughout. I never knew why the university hadn’t lit that part of campus, but I thanked them silently. It took Adam a while to settle on a bench, one he thought was isolated enough for our purpose. He was on hyper alert. When he’d chosen, we just sat there. Adam was constantly looking around, though there was no one. I waited, wanting him to be dominating, to make the move, to step up and show command – but he was sweating, looking like he had a hard time just calming down. I decided to take matters into my hands and climbed onto his lap.

His hands went straight to my ass, massaging and squeezing as he kissed me back. His eyes weren’t closed however, but I didn’t mind. The proof was in his pants, and I felt that had him interested in less than five minutes. I didn’t stay on his lips for much longer, kissing down his neck, licking and sucking my way to his collar bones. He was moaning into my ear, fingers creeping under the legs of my tight shorts to squeeze a bare ass cheek. I pulled away.

“Is daddy ready for more?” I asked, sinking to my knees onto the grass at his feet. He groaned in response as I unzipped him, and pulled out his 7 and ½ inch cock, and balls. I immediately put my tongue on those luscious balls – I have a fetish for them – pulling one into my mouth and sucking, letting it pop out as I pulled away to let the other into the warmth. Adam hooked a finger into my mouth, stretching it, a sign I knew as to try to fit his whole sac into my mouth. He loved when I did that, and sucked strongly.

Adam preferred when I didn’t use hands while sucking his cock and balls – he liked everything to be done by my mouth alone. So, I did, and when I switched to his cock, I let my hands play over my scarcely covered nipples. I loved having them pinched hard and twisted, and Adam knew this, too. He knocked my hand away, stretched my tank top down and began rolling one in his fingers. I moaned around his cock, the sound coming out garbled. He put his free hand on the back of my head and sent my mouth lower on his cock, his nipple twisting with the other hand getting stronger, bordering on painful. But that’s how I liked it. He pinched the very end of my nipple, and shook it, making my entire tit jiggle. I was choking on his cock by then, with almost all of it in the warmth of my mouth. He pulled me off abruptly by the hair into a standing position, strings of saliva hanging off his cock, my mouth and face wet with it. He turned me to the bench, unbuttoned my shorts and yanked them down my ass, stopping at my knees.

“Knees on the bench, ass out,” was the short command while he stroked his cock and looked around. I did as I was told, and he plunged into my dripping wet pussy. I cried out, and he immediately clapped a hand over my mouth and stilled inside of me. “You want this cock?” he demanded, not moving an inch. I nodded. “You fucking stay quiet then, while I fuck this pussy. If you want my cum, shut up.” I nodded, and he immediately withdrew, and plunged again. I kept quiet during my fucking, mostly because he used my neck as leverage, wrapping both his hands around it as an anchor to fuck hard and fast. The way I liked it. I dug my nails into his arm and held on, my eyes rolling back and he filled my pussy with his thick cock. My knees were beginning to ache on the hard bench, but my pussy was in heaven, and that’s all that counted in my book.

He pulled out and sat next to me. The meaning was clear; ride my cock. I hopped on, but found it impossible to ride him how I wanted with my pants around my knees. I moved to take them off, but suddenly he held my arm, “Don’t do that, what if someone comes?” Dominant Adam was gone, and nervous Adam was here. I rolled my eyes, stood and took off my pants, sat right back on his cock and then took off my tank. I was completely naked, and he was fully dressed.

“This is sexy,” I murmured, riding him slowly on purpose, just because he was so jittery. “This is so hot, I’m the little slut, naked, riding your cock. If someone comes, you can get away, but they’d see me.” I started grinding, little half circles to figure eights. “You can leave me here, leave me to whoever comes. They’d know I’m a cock loving whore.” He groaned as I whispered dirty things into his ear, his hands coming to grab my hips, to make me move at the speed he liked.

“Yess daddy, fuck me onto your cock. Use my pussy,” I whimpered, arching my back as he slammed up into me. My tits were bouncing, and I pulled at my nipples. Yes, I thought. I’m so close, I’m so close to cumming. As if hearing me, Adam pulled out again, pushed me off him. I was confused until he pressed me up against a tree, face and tits against the hard bark, ass cocked out. His cock was immediately back in me, and I held on to the tree as he hammered into my pussy. I was biting my arm to keep myself quiet, but I was screaming inside, fucking yes yes yes yes YES. His thrusts got erratic, his fingers digging into my waist. I knew he was close, and when he pulled out of me, I stayed still so he could spray his cum where he wanted. My back, ass and thighs were coated with it.

He was breathing heavily as he sat down, like he had just ran a marathon. My pussy was sore, and my mood was ecstatic. I bent over so his cum wouldn’t get on his clothes, and kissed him deeply. “Thanks, daddy. That was fun.”

He shook his head, and told me to get dressed. We’d brought nothing to wipe up the mess he’d made, so I left it as was and pulled my clothes on over it, smearing his semen onto my skin like lotion. I felt so well used and dirty. It was the sexiest feeling ever. I knew I smelled like sex and his cum, and I loved it. I wanted to stop at a bar on the way back, so we did, and stayed there for half an hour, drinking beer and reveling in the feeling.

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