Lecture Hall
Meerab was late to her lecture. There weren't any seats left. Why on the day I'm late does attendance have to be full? Stopping for a muffin before class was a bad idea. Meerab had no idea the line would take longer than usual, but she was just so damn hungry. She hadn't had a decent meal in what felt like forever as mid-term exams were drawing close and she had been frazzled with revision.
The lights were dimmed in the hall and all the tiers were jam-packed with students who were staring at the screen in front of them with intense focus where a documentary was playing. Should I just stand for the next two hours?
Meerab clutched her books to her chest tightly, preparing to lean against the back wall of the lecture hall, when someone from the back row turned around in their seat to look at her; Murtasim.
He looked so handsome dressed in a casual black shirt and dark jeans. Dangerous and attractive. His intense eyes bore into hers. A smirk was twisting up at one side of his lips. Meerab looked away and tried to ignore the feeling in her gut that she got every time he looked towards her. He always made her catch her breath every time they would pass each other in the corridors. It was worse whenever their families visited as he would be in even closer proximity. He was a quiet person, but with her especially so. He would hardly talk to her and rarely acknowledged her presence even if she was in the same room. It had always been like that ever since they were children. Yet she couldn't help but be drawn towards him like a magnet. She couldn't help but like him. Her childhood crush had morphed into something intense overtime. This meant that on the few occasions he did ask her for something, she would always end up doing as he'd asked. And he asked for audacious things. Thrilling things. Illicit things. This had always been their dynamic. Secret, scandalous and insane.
"Meerab," he drawled quietly. He leaned back in his seat and spread his thighs wide. "Why don't you come sit here?" He gestured to his lap.
Meerab's face coloured instantly at his bold suggestion. Butterflies swooped in her stomach. He was back at it again. Back at his demands. She couldn't deny it; she was very inclined to sit on his lap. "I..." she started off sounding unsure.
"You have nowhere to sit and my lap is more comfortable than the lecture hall seats," he insisted, patting his lap. "And I couldn't let you stand the entire time, could I? It's not proper. Waqas Uncle would be very upset that I wasn't looking out for you. "
There was no doubt in Meerab's mind that his lap would be softer than their trashy lecture hall seats. She was well aware that there were other options too. Like sitting on one of the stairs. Or just waiting for the lecture recording to be uploaded online and borrowing a classmate's notes. But Meerab would rather take this route. Deep down she had wanted to sit on his lap. I'm always a sucker for his attention, even though he hardly pays me any!
"Come on Meerab. I don't bite. I'll even keep my hands to myself," he insisted, with a charming smile plastered on his face.
"Oh, okay," said Meerab against her better judgment. She moved over to where he was seated, right on the edge seat of the back row.
"Come on baby," he whispered. He held out his hand and Meerab slipped her one into his. His large warm hand seemed to engulf her small one. He tightened his fingers around hers and gave a slight tug on her arm, reeling her in swiftly and causing her to fall in place in his lap. His arms wrapped around her waist and her back was nicely pressed against his front. If anyone looked across at them they would only think it was girlfriend and boyfriend sitting cutely snuggled up together. The person who sat directly beside them was Murtasim's best friend Naurez, and he seemed too engrossed in making notes on the documentary that he didn't even bother to look up at them. The dimmed lights also helped a lot towards no one noticing them.
Murtasim tilted his head and brought his lips close to Meerab's earlobe. "Well, what I actually meant to say was I can promise to try to keep my hands to myself," he whispered sending a shiver down her spine.
Meerab coughed in an attempt to clear her mind. She placed her excess books down on the ground by her feet, as there was no way the small foldable desk top attached to the arm of the lecture seat was going to fit across both of them. She would have to just hold her notepad. Heart hammering, she opened up a notepad and clicked open her pen.
Before she could proceed any further with note taking, Murtasim grabbed onto her hips and pulled her tighter into his pelvis. His jeans scraped against the back of her exposed legs; she was wearing a short mini skirt made of flowy material. If her mother Anila knew how she chose to dress to university, she'd have been dead meat.
"You're so soft," he murmured against her neck impishly. He started lazily roaming his hands up and down Meerab's exposed thighs. Meerab bit her bottom lip to hold back a sigh. How am I supposed to study now? This was a bad idea. I should've just chosen the shame seat and sat on the stairs.
"You said you were going keep your hands to yourself? I can't focus!" Meerab whispered angrily at him over her shoulder trying to mask her body's reaction to his playful hands with irritation.
He chuckled softly. "You want me to keep my hands to myself?" he said sounding amused. He pressed his nose into her hair and smelled her sweet flowery scent. Meerab let out a shudder. Very daringly, Murtasim moved his hands higher till they were under her skirt. "I don't think you actually want me to keep my hands to myself. In fact, I think if I moved my hands just a little higher, you would be wet."
Meerab let out a whimper. "Murtasim....." she whined. But Muratsim simply ignored her, moved his hand in between her thighs and rubbed two fingers against her crotch over the fabric of her panties. They were wet. "My hypothesis was correct," he said huskily into her ear.
Meerab let out a soft startled gasp at the contact of his fingers. She quickly grabbed his wrist and moved his offending hand out from under her skirt.
"Someone will see you!" She whipped her head around to glare at him.
"Isn't the risk of getting caught part of the thrill?" he replied. "A stranger watching me make you become flushed, whimpering and needy is a huge turn on."
Meerab was speechless at his nerve. She only blinked wide-eyed back at him. Of all the escapades she had previously had with him, this was something nowhere near what they had done before.
"If was up to me I would have you bent over on the front desk of this lecture hall, your panties around your ankles, your huge tits pulled out of your top and on display, my fist in your hair and my cock pounding into you." Murtasim started the lazy roaming of his hands on her thighs again. "You would look so darn cute. Embarrassed but turned on while everyone watches you get stuffed by me."
Meerab anxiously bit her lip again. This is so wrong! But it sounds so right! She shook her head and turned her attention back to the front. "Let me pay attention to the lesson."
"Oh, you're going to behave like a good studious girl today, are you? Well I'll let you focus then." But his hands started trailing her thighs once more.
Meerab whipped her head back to glare at him once more. "Come on, at least let me keep my hands busy. I will get distracted otherwise," said Murtasim, a cheeky smile adorning his face. "Plus, Anila aunty wouldn't like to know about this cute little skirt of yours, would she? "
Shit! He has a point. Meerab nodded slowly a little scared at his threat and turned to face the front again. Murtasim then continued the lazy stroking of her thighs as she tried her very best to focus and take notes, but it was hard to ignore the pleasant hum in her body caused by those sinful hands. His rough palms slid up and down her smooth skin with ease. It didn't take long before he was slipping his hands under her skirt again.
Meerub let out a frustrated sigh, but Murtasim only chuckled, feeling her up to his leisure. Then suddenly he started brushing his thumb over her panty covered clit. The action caused a pang sensation deep in her core. She stifled a gasp. "So sensitive, so pliant," he murmured. He rested his head on her shoulder, his rough beard brushing against her skin. He intensified his onslaught by tracing the outline of her slit, then moving back to brush over her clit, then tracing her slit again, creating a rhythm.
Meerab's body jerked at his ministrations. "Murtasim! Behave!" she pleaded.
"Sorry," he murmured against her neck "But I can't focus when your cute ass is rubbing against my dick," he said with a puppy dog expression on his face.
The slick bastard! Look at him acting all innocent.
Murtasim pressed his hard bulge between the split of her ass cheeks to signify his point. "This is all your doing. You should say sorry to me for arousing me," he said.
Meerab scoffed and stubbornly kept her mouth shut, not saying a word. This caused Murtasim to cup her mound with his whole hand and he squeezed with pressure. Meerab could feel her engorged nub rub against the fabric of her panties.
She let out a small moan. Someone from the row in front glanced over in their general direction, but they looked away again, possibly unable to make out the source of the noise. Whoops! I was too loud. Meerab's face flushed red in embarrassment.
"Sorry," Meerab finally squeaked out, in an attempt to stop Murtasim from going over board. He can get really demanding when he doesn't get his way. "I'm sorry." It was ridiculous how he was making her apologise when it was him who suggested that she should sit on his lap.
"Hmm, let me think. No. Not good enough. I'm still in quite a predicament." He indicated his said predicament by rubbing his bulge against her ass crack again. "You know what would work though? How about you sit on my cock instead of my lap? I think having your lovely pussy wrapped around me will help relieve me of stress."
The thought of them sitting like that in the middle of a very public space was way too risky. He has some audacity! "Are you serious?' she hissed in response to his outrageous suggestion.
"I am," he responded innocently. "You owe me for giving you a seat. Also, I think it will help me stay focused. And if I stay focused, you can focus."
"It'll help you focus?" she asked, glancing around the hall feeling paranoid.
"Uh huh, affirmative. And it'll help me stay warm too."
Everyone was deeply engrossed in the video and paying rapt attention as far as Meerab could see. Sitting on Murtasim's cock in public was not something she would ever dream of doing. It was obscene. But undeniably enticing. "Okay," she whispered hesitantly.
"Good girl."
At her permission, Murtasim hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulled them down, tugging them down her thighs. Meerab let them fall to her feet, then snatched them up instantly and hid them inside a textbook out of fear of them of being spotted. Her bare heat was now dripping onto his lap.
"Stand up," he instructed.
Meerab reluctantly stood, praying she wouldn't bring attention to herself.
Murtasim undid his zipper and freed his cock from his underwear. He pushed the back of Meerabs skirt up, momentarily exposing her bare pert ass to the cool air, placed his hands on her hips and guided her back down onto him. She jolted as his bulbous tip prodded her slit. Then inch by inch, he pushed in his thick cock. It stretched her folds until he was burrowed deep inside of her. Meerab moaned as she settled and grew accustomed to his thick girth. Her channel throbbed and his dick pulsated.
"Look at you," he breathed. "Your tight little pussy sitting obediently on my cock. Now sit here nicely without moving so we can both focus."
Meerab whimpered and nodded to show her obedience. But now I can't concentrate! Murtasim's well endowed cock was causing a rasping friction and it made her burn with a deep ache. Tremors began working their way up her legs. Her walls couldn't help but clench around him.
Murtasim growled in her ear. "If you don't sit still I will have to fuck you in front of everyone like I said earlier," he scolded her. "Control your misbehaving pussy."
Oh, how I want him to fuck me.....badly. But not here. Not in front of everyone. Meerab gulped and tried to remain still.
Hardly a few minutes passed when Murtasim slipped a hand under the hem of Meerab's shirt and pulled down her bra cups. He started fondling her left breast roughly and rolling the hard pebbled nipple between his fingers. A soft moan broke past her lips despite her resistance. Murtasim grinned and nuzzled his face into her neck and shoulder.
Her head tipped backward onto his shoulder and her eyes fluttered shut.
"Stop teasing me Murtasim. We shouldn't even be doing this. Not here," she moaned breathlessly. He looked up from her shoulder and his eyes connected with her heavy lidded ones. He nipped her bottom lip softly.
"But why? You enjoy letting me do whatever I want with you. You always have, like a good obedient girl." he cooed affectionately.
"No!" Meerab spat out stubbornly.
This only provoked Murtasim into increasing the level of his tormenting. He pressed his cock deeper inside of her "My cute little thing. So delicious. So plush. So warm. You act so shy and innocent, yet you never hesitate to let me put my dick inside of you. You're always ready to open your legs for me at anytime. All I have to do is give the command."
Meerab squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment; his words were true. She would always come to him at his bidding. She had no restraint or inhibitions when it came to doing what we wanted. She always strove to please him. They had been at it for years now.
She tried to salvage some of her self respect which was already in tatters. "No! You make me do this! You trick me into it!"
He lets out a chuckle. "Please baby, be a little more convincing. If that was true you wouldn't be shamelessly clenching around me right now. I know how much you love my cock."
His vulgar words made her instantly seize up. Her inner muscles clenched even tighter, making her writhe in his lap.
Murtasim's gaze roamed with satisfaction as he took in her dishevelled appearance and he groaned low in her ear. "You love it when I talk dirty to you. I know you want to milk the cum out of my dick." His lips dipped to her shoulder once again and he sunk his teeth hard into the soft flesh there, working his mouth into making a love bite.
Another whimper escaped her lips. Her sensitivity was peaking in her core. An intoxicating spell of carlessness took over her, making her forget about her surroundings.
"I need..." Meerab struggled to speak. "Murtasim, I need to orgasm. Please."
He smirked. "Okay. You asked nicely so I will allow it," he said huskily.
He used his talented fingers to rub her clit in fast paced circles. The combined pressure of his frantic rubbing and his pulsing cock lodged deep inside of her intensified her burning ache. Her pussy walls squeezed tight around him.
"Fuck!" Meerab accidentally cried out in a weak hoarse voice. Murtasim quickly slapped a palm over her mouth. Thank god my voice didn't travel too far. Meerab's heart was thundering and her face was flaming red at the embarrassingly close call. It was a blessing how loud the documentary was. Nobody seemed to have noticed.
However, Naurez who was sitting directly beside them, did finally notice something was out of the ordinary and he looked over. His eyes widened at the scene of Meerab in Murtasims lap looking dishevelled, aroused and panting hard with her breasts arched out. Murtasim glared at him and Naurez quickly turned his attention back to the screen, even twisting his body in his seat away from them, pretending like he hadn't seen anything and behaving like the good best friend he was.
"Careful baby, you'll get us caught," Murtasim warned. "Looks like I'll have to punish you." He slipped both his hands under her shirt and pinched her nipples tightly in punishment, but it only heightened Meerab's pent up sexual agony and caused her to writhe faster against him. "You know, I think you love making pretty moans and whimpers, because you want people to hear you. You're dying to give everyone a chance to have something scandalous to talk about."
"Ohhh," Meerab breathed in response to his filthy words. "Please....I need release."
"First say that you are my slut. And you want me to blow my load deep into your pussy and fuck you till it's dripping down your thighs. Only then I'll give you want you desperately want."
It was humiliating, but right now she needed her release more than anything or she wouldn't survive. Just like her care for the public space they were in was thrown aside, her ego was going to have to be thrown aside too. Here I go sacrificing my pride over this asshole...again.
"I am your s-lut," she panted.
"Mm hmm...and?" He questioned.
"I want you to b-blow your load deep in-into my pussy," she panted again.
"And what else baby? I'm still waiting."
"And fuck me till it's dripping down my th-thighs," she finally panted out.
"Good girl," he praised.
Then suddenly, without warning, he gripped her hips tightly with both hands, pulled of out her a little, then thrust himself deeply inside of her.
"Ohhhh yesss," said Meerab. "Ungh."
Murtasim pulled out and then plunged in again, over and over, slamming into her. Meerab's pussy seemed to suck him in with desperate need. It feels so good! Thrill replaced all caution in her mind. She had no clue now if the sounds she was making were being noticed by anyone. Thank the lord for the loud as fuck documentary!
"Ungh. Ohh. Mmmm." Meerab gasped out erotically with every thrust.
"God you are so perfect! Such a tight perfect fit," Muratsim said with a low groan. He sounded drunk. Meerab gave a glance towards his face and he looked drunk too. He's addicted to me. Pride coursed through her veins at being able to make him react like that.
Struck by raging pleasure, Meerab took action and started rocking her hips in little movements back and forth over his dick, her breasts bouncing with every move. Murtaism groaned, and that pushed her to keep on riding his dick, ever so happy to provide him pleasure. Pressure was building up like a tight coil inside of her. She could feel herself at the edge of her release.
"Look at you. Such a good slut, throbbing and bouncing on my dick," he said into her ear in between ragged breaths. Meerab's body jolted once more at his filthy, vulgar words and she let out a small squeal. Face screwed up in pleasurable anguish, she finally came, spiralling with ecstasy, creaming around his dick and spasming like crazy. Murtasim held her body against him, tightly wrapping his arms around her.
Then Meerab felt Murtaim shudder beneath her. He groaned and thrust deeper into her than he had before, squeezing her body against his and he exploded with his own orgasm. Load after load of searing hotness exploded in thick spurts and splattered her insides, branding her with his cum. Meerab milked him out as best as she could and he moaned against her shoulder from sensitivity.
Meerab slumped in his arms trembling from the aftershocks in her body. He expelled the last of his spurts into her and gasping Murtasim also slowed to a halt. He lifted her slightly by her hips and slowly, almost reluctantly, he slid his cock out of her. Meerab could feel a flood of warm wetness ooze out of her swollen, freshly fucked pussy and dribble down her inner thighs once he'd removed himself. He really did fuck me till his cum was dribbling down my legs.
They stayed still for a few moments, leaning on each other, as their breathing came back to normal. He kissed her softly on her temple and let out a sigh. Then he murmured against her skin of her cheek "This pussy is mine. Your mine. I'm never letting you go Meerab. Ever."
