Natasha's Slutty Confessions

As soon as my morning class was over, I found myself heading straight for the school library. I made my way to the back, to a dusty corner filled with boring old books that almost nobody ever cared to read. It was the perfect place, secluded and quiet. I waited there, my heart pounding in anticipation as I gently touched myself over my panties, my fingers tracing the outline of my pussy. I couldn't help but imagine what kind of guy would come to this area in the library.

Just like that, a geeky-looking guy, perhaps a sophomore, appeared. Most would describe him as ugly, but to me, he was absolutely enticing. His hair, although a touch greasy, framed his face in an appealingly disheveled manner. His skin, though pale and marked with blemishes, only added to his unique charm. His nose, larger than average, gave his face a distinctive character that I found endearing. His body was lean, his clothes draping loosely over his thin frame, adding a sense of vulnerability that stirred something within me. He was perfect. As he drew nearer, my heart pounded in my chest. I couldn't believe what I was about to do, about to play with a stranger's small dick and make him cum in a public place again. But the thought only served to turn me on more. I was a dirty little slut, and I loved it!

As he pulled a book off the shelf and began flipping through its pages, I sauntered over to his aisle, each beat of my heart pounding in sync with my filthy desires. His eyes flicked to me as I took up a spot a few feet away from him. His gaze lingered, taking in the sight of such a tantalizing girl so close to him. I reveled in the feel of his eyes skimming over me, stealing glances filled with unspoken desires. The thought of him lusting after me made me smile as my cunt throbbed with anticipation.

I bent over to check out the lower shelves. My short skirt hitched up, providing him with a scandalous view of my ass. The thin fabric of my soaked panties did little to hide my aroused pussy. I was putting on a show for him, and I knew he was eating it up. His eyes were glued to my ass, and the realization sent a jolt of dirty pleasure coursing through me. I furtively glanced at the front of his pants. There was a small bulge there, a baby tent that brought a wicked smile to my lips. Perfect. Another small dick to satisfy my cravings.

"Like what you see?" I cooed, spinning around to catch him in the act. His cheeks flamed, a stuttered apology tumbling out.

"Oh, I... I didn't mean to... I'm sorry." He stammered, visibly flustered. Seeing him embarrassed like that was so cute!

"No need to apologize," I reassured, closing the distance until our bodies were just a breath apart. My hand descended to the small bulge in his pants, rubbing the bulge with my palm as I pressed my breasts against him. "Want a peek at these, too?" I teased, a devilish smirk curling my lips, relishing in the thrill of being so forward.

His reaction was priceless, a mix of shock and desire. He was speechless, a sight that was so damn cute, it only spurred me on. In one swift motion, I pulled my shirt up, baring my tits for him, the cold air stiffening my nipples. I couldn't help but revel in his astonishment. It was naughty, it was risky, and it was making me feel like the dirtiest slut.

"Touch them," I instructed, guiding his shaking hands to my breasts. His touch was shy, but eager. The hesitant first touch slowly morphed into confident fondling, grabbing handfuls of my tits. Soon his fingers were even discovering the pleasure of my hardened nipples, and I couldn't help but moan as he played with them. Meanwhile, my own hand continued to rub his bulge, relishing the way it twitched under my touch. I was such a little slut, approaching a stranger and letting him fondle my tits right in a public library. The sheer naughtiness of it only made my pussy throb harder, my panties soaking with my arousal.

"Wai-wait, your hand... I'm gonna..." he moaned incoherently. Suddenly, a low groan erupted from his lips, his body shuddering. I couldn't believe it, but he was cumming right there in his pants!

"Oh my goodness!" I whispered in surprise. "I didn't mean to make you cum yet!" Still, I continued to rub his little bulge and provide stimulation so his orgasm wouldn't go to waste. Internally, I was grinning from ear to ear, so turned on by what was happening. It was a thrill beyond words to know I made a stranger cum in his pants in a public library, and my aching pussy was in complete agreement.

I carefully undid his belt, my fingers nimble against the worn leather. As I pulled the front of his pants open, the smell of fresh, hot cum wafted up. It was a stuffy, intoxicating aroma that had my cunt pulsing. One of my hands slipped beneath the fabric of my soaked panties, finding my swollen clit. I played with myself as his musky scent filled my nostrils. God, I couldn't get enough of this stench.

Seeing my dazed smile, and the way I was touching myself, he couldn't help but ask, "You... you like the smell?"

"I love it." I murmured, before leaning down to inhale another whiff. His eyes widened and he let out a brief yelp of shock as I then pulled his pants down to his ankles, revealing his adorable little flaccid dick coated in sticky, white semen. "Look at the mess you've made," I whispered, drinking in the sight. His cum clung to his dick and smeared down to his balls - a filthy reminder of the orgasm I'd accidentally wrung from him. "Bet you've never had a girl make you cum in your pants before, huh?" I asked with a grin.

The smell of his musky crotch, a heady mix of sweat and cum, was almost overwhelming. I was drawn to it, and I crouched down, edging my face closer as I inhaled deeply. It was raw, it was dirty, and it was turning me on like nothing else. "God, you smell so fucking bad," I moaned, my fingers working furiously on my aching pussy. My other hand gripped his ass, pulling his cum-stained crotch closer. He gasped in surprise as I rubbed my face into his groin, allowing his sticky cum to smear across my skin, and his smell to cling to me.

Damn me, am I really such a cum-loving whore? The realization sending a ripple of pleasure through me. My cunt clenched, my orgasm teetering on the edge. The taste of his cum on my lips, the feel of it on my face, was enough to send me spiraling into ecstasy. My body shook intensely, and I pressed my face deeper into his crotch, inhaling more of his filthy aroma and smearing more of his cum on me as I felt his small flaccid penis rub against my cheek. I moaned deeply, the sound thankfully muffled against his groin. My pussy clenched and unclenched as waves of pleasure washed over me. "Oh, fuck, yes," I gasped, reveling in the filthiness of how I was a dirty cum-covered girl pressing her face into a stranger's crotch in the middle of the school library.

The lingering spasms of my orgasm sent shudders through my body, my pussy pulsing around my soaked fingers. As I slowly came down from that intoxicating high, I glanced up at this unattractive nerdy guy. He was propped against the bookshelf, his fingers white-knuckled around the edges, holding on as if his life depended on it. "What are you doing to me?" he rasped, his voice strained, his face a picture of pleasure mixed with confusion. I smirked, my gaze dropping back to his crotch. His small dick was swelling up again, probably partly from the sight of a pretty girl like me kneeling before him, and partly from the sensation of my cum-smeared face rubbing against his dick. The sight sparked another wave of dirty desire in me, and a filthy idea crossed my mind.

"Hey, since I made you cum in your underwear, it's only fair if I let you cum in mine, right?" I whispered to him, a wicked grin crossing my face as the thought of it made me wet again. I was already a cum-covered slut, getting off with a stranger's smell in a public place, why not take it a step further and let him fill my panties? I stood up and lifted my skirt up, revealing my panties again. I hooked a thumb into waistband, pulling the front of my panties down and out so he could see my glistening wet pussy.

"You'd really let me do something like that?" he said, eyes widening, clearly turned on by the idea.

"Only if you promise to make as big a mess in my panties as you did in yours," I teased. I reached over to begin stroking his cute little dick. I couldn't even fit my whole hand on it; Just three of my fingers, thumb, forefinger and middle finger were enough to grip it. He moaned in a terribly undignified way, eyes glazed with pleasure, mouth drooping open, and I couldn't help but grin at the effect I had on him. He panted as his little penis throbbed in my fingers, and he looked down at my still-exposed tits.

"Go ahead, you can suck on them." I whispered. He quickly complied, leaning down to capture a nipple and suck on it. This was such an arousing feeling, showing off my pussy, about to let a guy cum all over it, as he sucked on my tits in public.

As he sucked and nipped at my nipples, his fingers groped and squeezed my tits, and I continued to stroke his little prick. The combination of his mouth on my breasts and the feel of his dick squeezed between my fingers was a heady mix of pleasure and filth. "That's it, you love my tits, don't you?" I murmured, my voice laced with lust.

It didn't take long for him to react, his body tensing up as his climax approached. "Ahh... fuck, here it comes..." He moaned, pulling away from my breasts, head thrown back, and hips thrusting towards me. I adjusted my stance, bending my knees slightly, standing bow-legged so he could shoot his cum into my panties properly. Still having some presence of mind, he covered his mouth, muffling his groan as his cum began to spurt out.

The first spurt was the hottest, landing directly on my exposed clit, making me gasp at the sudden heat. The remaining spurts followed in quick succession, each one less forceful than the last but just as hot. His cum painted the target I'd presented him, splattering onto my swollen pussy lips as well as the crotch of my panties.

"Fuck, yes," I moaned, the sight of his cum splashing against me and soaking into my panties, pushing me further into my own depravity. "That's it, shoot your load all over this dirty cumslut's pussy," I couldn't help but encourage him, my words punctuated by the rhythmic spurts of his sperm hitting my flesh. His semen was so hot and sticky, spreading its warmth throughout my crotch.

As his climax finally subsided, I pushed my groin forward to meet his, wiping his soft head along the skin of my pubic mound and leaving one last glistening trail of semen on me. My panties were soaked with his cum, the hot sticky liquid mostly seeping into the fabric, but some of it running down to pool at the entrance of my pussy. I was a mess, a cum-soaked slut who just let a stranger cum in her panties in a public place. The filthiness of the act, the sheer depravity, was enough to send another wave of arousal coursing through me.

"You made quite a mess as promised," I moaned as I inhaled the musky, intoxicating stench wafting up from my crotch. The raw scent of fresh semen mingled with my own juices, producing a heady smell that I couldn't help but savor.

I finally released the waistband of my panties, letting them snap back against me. The dirty squishing sound from my crotch, combined with the sensation of his cum, hot and sticky, pressing against my sensitive flesh was incredibly arousing.

"I can't believe I just did that," he panted, leaning back against the bookshelf, pants still around his ankles, legs trembling slightly. "We don't even know each other's name..."

"And let's keep it that way." I replied, my eyes lingering on his adorable little flaccid dick still on full display. I wanted to suck it so badly, but we were already pushing it. I pulled down my shirt and fixed my skirt before leaning in and pressing a quick, sloppy kiss to his lips. Without another word, I walked off, leaving him to clean himself up.

As I went back through the library, I could feel the lingering traces of his semen still on my face, cool now against my skin. My heart pounded in my chest, my thoughts racing. What if someone saw the streaks of semen on my face? What if the scent of cum and pussy juice wafting from my crotch was noticeable? My cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. The risk, the danger of being discovered, was incredibly arousing. I was such a dirty girl, walking around a public place with my pussy marinating in a stranger's semen.

My mind whirled, conjuring up scenarios of someone recognizing the signs of my recent debauchery. The thought of someone seeing the cum on my face or smelling the scent of sex sent a thrill of fear and arousal through me, the risk of being discovered only adding to my perverted pleasure. If someone realized, they might blackmail me, threatening to tell the school what I'd done in the library. My breathing quickened as I thought of how they might demand I have sex with them in exchange for their silence. I'd become their plaything, their personal fuck toy, having to pleasure them whenever they wanted. And if they were an unattractive guy with a nice, small dick... fuck, that would be the best. My perverted desires continued to play through my mind, making me squirm with delight.

I finally made it out of the library, but the filthiness of what I'd done still lingered with me. The sensation of that nerd's semen still smeared on my face and soaking my panties had me incredibly horny already, not to mention how hot my imagined scenarios were. I needed to masturbate, needed to rub my aching pussy, and I needed it right fucking now.

My mind raced, considering my options. My car? No, there were too many people running around in the parking lot and someone was sure to spot me. The bathrooms? No, I needed to be able to moan and cry out. Maybe there was a soundproof room somewhere in the music building?

Then, I heard a door open to my left. A gym class was exiting the indoor basketball court, their laughter and chatter filling the air. A thought struck me, an idea so perverted and risky it made my pulse quicken. I ran over, catching the door before it could close and lock behind them. I slipped inside, my heart pounding in my chest. The room was spacious, the silence of the empty basketball court filling the air. "Anyone here?" I called out, my voice echoing in the empty space. There was no reply, just the echo of my own voice.

I didn't waste any time, finding and hauling a foam exercise mat into the center of the court. I yanked off my cum-soaked panties, the cool air hitting my exposed pussy. I lay down on the mat, spreading my legs wide, my fingers immediately finding my clit. The expanse of the room around me only added to the thrill, the danger of being caught making my pussy clench in anticipation.

"Fuck, this feels so good," I moaned, my fingers moving faster on my clit. I imagined the bleachers full, hundreds of eyes watching me masturbate, watching me get myself off. My heart pounded in my chest, my arousal spiking at the thought.

I brought my cummed panties up to my face, inhaling deeply. The scent was intoxicating, a mix of the nerd's sperm and my own juices from my earlier orgasm. It smelled so fucking dirty and lewd, a stark reminder of my slutty behavior. "God, I love this dirty stench," I moaned again, my pussy clenching as my voice reverberated in the large room. Then, without thinking, I stuffed my panties into my mouth, feeling the soft wet fabric on my tongue. The taste was just as arousing as the smell, the salty tang of semen mixed with the slightly sweet taste of my own juices. My moan was muffled by the fabric in my mouth, but the sound still echoed in the room, making me even hornier.

My fingers moved faster on my clit, my other hand squeezing one of my breasts and tweaking my sensitive nipples. I was lost in my own pleasure, moaning and writhing on the mat. The taste and smell of semen filled my senses, and I loved every second of it. I could only imagine what the people in the bleachers would think, watching me fingerfuck myself in the middle of a basketball court while I moaned lewdly with my own panties stuffed in my mouth.

The pleasure built and built until it was too much. My orgasm hit me hard, my body arching off the mat as I came, my moans muffled by my panties. My pussy clenched and unclenched, waves of pleasure washing over me as I fingerfucked myself through my orgasm. My thumb continued rubbing my clit, coaxing every last spasm of pleasure from my sensitive body. The juices from my trembling pussy soaked the mat beneath me as my body shuddered.

As my orgasm faded, I lay there, panting and spent. The danger of being caught still hung in the air, but I needed a moment to rest and bask in the afterglow. Finally, I pulled myself up, pulling my panties out of my mouth and stepping back into them. I looked guiltily at the wet stain on the mat, a visible reminder of my debauchery. I hauled the mat back to the corner, hoping it would dry before anyone noticed.

I checked my watch. I had a shift at my part-time job in an hour. I still smelled like sex, sweat and semen. I couldn't go to work like this. I rushed to my car, driving back to my apartment as quickly as I could, to shower and change. I arrived at work just in the nick of time, my heart pounding from the rush. My job as a waitress wasn't glamorous, but it paid the bills. Plus, the tips were good, especially when I turned up the charm and flirted with the customers.

The first few tables were uneventful. A couple of regulars, a group of college kids, a family with noisy children. I breezed through them, but then, towards the end of my shift, a table in the corner caught my attention. An older couple, the man balding and in his 50s, his wife looking equally aged. They were arguing about something, their voices low and tense. I couldn't catch what they were fighting about, but it was clear they were not having a good time.

After a while, the woman stood up abruptly, her face flushed with anger, and stormed out, leaving the man alone at the table. As I went over to clear their dirty dishes, curiosity took over me. "So, what was that all about?" I asked, my tone casual as I stacked up their dirty dishes. "Seems like quite the argument."

He sighed, his eyes flicking to my cleavage before he answered. "Just a stupid argument about vacation plans. She didn't want to compromise."

"Aw, that must be tough," I replied, bending over further to show more of my cleavage. I could see him squirming, his gaze fixed on my tits, and it sent a thrill through me. "Wives can be so stubborn sometimes, can't they?"

He chuckled, a blush creeping up his balding head. "You can say that again."

I loved the way he was looking at me, like he was hungry, and I was his meal. I had him right where I wanted him, and I wasn't about to let him off the hook so easily. Casually, I reached out and grabbed his hand, placing it on my thigh and letting him feel the softness of my skin. I could hear his breath hitch, but he didn't pull away. In fact, his grip tightened, and I could feel the heat of his hand digging into me. I took my time cleaning up, giving him time to feel my soft skin. I could feel my pussy growing wet with anticipation, the thrill of the public restaurant around us, the risk of getting caught, adding to my arousal.

After I finished clearing off his table, I took his dirty dishes into the kitchen. Once I was sure no one was watching, I pulled off my panties and slipped them into my pocket, my pussy already wet with anticipation. Stepping back into the dining area, I could almost feel every eye on me, though none of them knew my dirty secret. I approached the unattractive balding man's table, my bare pussy making me feel exposed and vulnerable, but also incredibly turned on. The check was in my hand and as I set it down in front of him, I leaned close, my lips brushing against his ear. "Leave me a big tip," I whispered, my voice breathy against his ear, "and I'll show you how much better than your wife I can be." The words were out before I could second guess them, their implication hanging heavy in the air between us.