You Get Lost in a Strange Bookshop (Part 2)

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I told you it was unique, didn't I? Things I wish my ex had done to me. Okay, yikes.

Let's skip that one for now. Huh? How? You know, looking at these books, I feel like you really shouldn't be questioning things like this.

Haven't you read enough about them? Your fantasy of being hunted by a werewolf and bred like his bitch. What a title.

Looks like someone likes pointy teeth and big strong, well, beasts. Huh? Stop.

You mean you don't want to read this? You haven't even tried this one yet. They are specifically for you.

You'll love them once you get started. Why are you so hesitant? Look, this one is about you, uh, being ruined by.

.. Oh. Well, that's, uh, that's different.

I'm not sure I've ever seen myself in a book before. By the strange shop owner who has you cornered. I didn't realize that was on your mind.

Oh. You can lie to me all you want, but if the redness in your cheeks didn't already give the truth away, these pages don't lie, you poor thing. That's the purpose of this place.

It knows what you want and lets you take it. This book is a little too specific about the male character to be, well, anyone but me. Right now.

And right here. You really do like being choked, don't you? Stop what? Oh, dear, are you embarrassed? Would you like to just take the book and go? Because reading these fantasies of yours, that doesn't seem quite right.

Just put it down, huh? Are you sure about that? Because in this paragraph, it certainly seems like you like to be humiliated.

Just a bit. Not terribly so, but you want to be called out for being the horny slut that you are. Don't you? Doesn't it make it better to know that you're not really in private right now? That at any second, someone could walk in and hear me describing all of your terrible fantasies.

Now that wasn't really a question, because I already know the answer. But your expression and thrilled silence really just confirm that. Thrown up against the wall, her bare body feeling the initial chill of the cool bricks on her tender tits before being overcome with heat from the body pressing into her from behind.

Oh, and it just goes on and on, spanked, gagged, your hair pulled, spitting in your mouth leaving you a wet, sobbing, shaking mess on the floor by the time he, sorry, by the time I am done. And yet, you look up and beg me for more. What a wild little thing you are.

Alright, alright, I can set the book down. It really just frees up my hands anyway. Now that I know what you want me to do with them.

I didn't think it was possible for you to blush more, but I can see that I'm wrong. You really do like that idea, don't you? Oh, that's such a shy little nod from someone who wants their cunt abused till they can't walk anymore.

If this book didn't tell me otherwise, I might even think you weren't a whore in disguise. But it did, and now I know just how badly you want that. To be my whore.

Oh, no, no, no, no, looking at the floor after that comment. Chin up. There, you have a lovely jawline, you know that? It looks perfect for biting.

You can't hide those beautiful eyes from me. How else would you be able to see what I'm about to do? There, isn't that a little better? The way your legs just start to drift apart more and more the further down my hand goes.

It certainly seems like it. Still no words? You like this a little too much, don't you? Cornered by a stranger you're back up against, well, a bookshelf, not a wall, but close enough.

Watching his hand slowly start to slide under the seam of your pants. Feeling my fingers trace along your smooth skin, knowing that we have all the time we want, because it's just us here. Oh, maybe it's not just us here.

Now, I really should go help the other customers, but I feel like I'm a little preoccupied, don't you think? You certainly don't want me to stop. Oh, what was that? Did you just whimper? I'm sure that you can feel that I've finally found my way to that little clit of yours.

But by the way you cover your mouth, are you worried about being heard? But you're still not asking me to stop. If anything, it feels like you're trembling a little more.

Do you like that so much, then? The thrill of knowing you could be caught with my hand on your pants at any minute. Don't worry, I won't stop, not with how terribly wet you are down here.

In fact, if anything, I think those pants must be getting a little uncomfortable, don't you? Plus, while you don't really seem bored with my fingers, that book wasn't about me rubbing your delicate lips the whole time, was it? Oh, I didn't even ask you to turn around, but you just can't wait, can you? Well, I won't complain.

But you do know, looking through the bookshelf like that, you might see the others walking around. Or does that just make it better? Make you feel even more like a slut.

Fuck, you're so tight and wet. Watching people go about their normal life, while you get fucked in plain sight. Let's hope they're not looking for this section.

I don't think either of us would be able to get dressed quick enough now. Maybe I should keep talking about that. Did you know your cunt throbs and tightens every time that I mention that? Oh, is that a moan? Oh, you're starting to make noises now, but they're so close.

You do know they'll hear you if you make a sound. It's okay, if you can't help it, then I'll help you. But you better hold on to that shelf a little harder, because if I'm going to cover your mouth, I can't make it too easy, can I?

And I'll need a better grip, too. So it's a good thing I know you like your hair getting pulled. Oh, fuck.

Careful. Just because I'm clamping that mouth closed doesn't mean my hands can't slip at any minute. What would you do then? I can feel your breaths.

Your legs are shaking. Even if I part my fingers, I wonder just how loud that moan would be. Oh, fuck.

You want me to find out? I can feel that cunt tensing more and more on my cock. You're getting pretty close, aren't you? I bet that'll be a hard gas to hold in, even if I let go at the right moment.

I wonder if you'd even care, though. Look at yourself. You're not even recognizable as the shy, quiet girl that was in here before.

Oh, no, you look like you were built for this. Oh, weren't you? Oh, my own stress-relief fuck toy.

You like feeling my hips slam into yours? Fuck, I'm pushing you back. Up against the bookshelf each time.

The way I hold your head back as I pull your hair. Oh, fuck. Maybe you'd like it even more if I just put my fingers in your mouth instead, instead of trying to cover it, huh?

Oh, won't that work just as well?