• Home
  • /
  • Stories Hub
  • /
  • Erotic Couplings
  • /
  • The Darkroom

The Darkroom

The door clicked shut behind her as she surveyed the tiny darkroom. Two bulbs dangled from the ceiling, swinging gently in the air and casting rippling shadows across the concrete walls. A large wooden table and a small sink took up most of the floor area in the converted maintenance room. Chemical containers on the wall shelves glinted in the light of the bulbs. The college dorm had recently converted this area for use by student photographers, and she had spent hours developing pictures here for classes.

Today, though, her mind was not on her work. An approaching project deadline had forced her out of her dorm and down the hall to the darkroom, but she was in no mood to concentrate on the task. She was still reeling from ending a year-long relationship a month previously, her emotions still conflicted and unresolved. She desperately missed his voice, his arms around her, nights of passion in her bedroom. Her friends had prescribed a regimen of hunting for new boys, but her heart wasn't in it. One night stands might work for ditzes, she thought, but she needed something deeper than that. Still, she felt starved for the passionate sex that she had grown accustomed to. She didn't particularly like feeling horny all day – it interfered with photography, for one thing – but she couldn't shake the feeling.

Today she wore a brown cashmere top, a gray dress skirt, and her customary black boots. Though she told herself otherwise out of modesty, she knew that she looked stunning, the outfit perfectly matching her long black hair and green eyes. She ran a hand slowly up her thigh to where the skirt ended, shivering from more than the autumn cool. Perhaps she would indulge herself with a man tonight. She closed her eyes as her body ached with pent-up desire. Yes, she needed a fuck. Badly. It had been too long.

Half an hour later, she was hard at work on her project. The windowless room was pitch black, the only noise filtering in through the ventilation ducts. Her hands carried out their tasks from muscle memory as her mind wandered. It was so easy to lose oneself in such a dark, quiet room, she thought.

The door opened quickly and someone brushed into the room.

"Excuse me, I'm using this room!" she protested, whirling around. The door shut just as quickly as it had opened.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see a sign on the door," said a man's voice. "I left a box in here yesterday... let me just grab it and I'll be out of here, OK?"

"Mhmm," she said, a bit annoyed with herself for not putting up an "In Use" sign on the door. Hopefully nothing was ruined by the light.

He reached around her shoulder, grasping for a box on the shelves. In the darkness, he misjudged her position and their bodies met. His hips nestled firmly against hers, pushing her forward slightly. She was still bent over her work. Her eyes closed and she inhaled involuntarily, a tiny "Oh!" escaping her lips.

His cock stiffened in seconds, straining against his pants and against her skirt. An electric intensity took over both of their minds. He placed a strong hand on her hip to stead himself and her hand met it, grasping his with an unmistakable insistence.

His body leaned forward to meet hers, his breath against her cheek. She turned her head and kissed his lips slowly, tentatively, unsure of what she was doing. His left hand ran up her arm to her shoulder, caressing the sensitive skin on her neck. His right hand slid up her thigh, agonizingly slowly, until it found the clasp of her skirt. His fingers grasped it, hesitating. She pushed her hips back against his, amazed at her own forwardness but totally overcome by the passion of the moment.

She nibbled his lip in the darkness. "Do it," she moaned softly.

Time sped up but the air only grew more electric. His lips nibbled hers hungrily as his hand undid the clasp of her skirt, the material falling about her ankles. She straightened up a bit from her bent position but did not turn around. His hand slowly grazed the front of her panties, feeling the wetness soaking through. She couldn't remember ever being so turned on. She moaned more loudly as she felt his cock throb through his pants in response to her arousal. His other hand joined the first, gently nudging her legs apart the first hand slipped beneath the side of her panties.

She gasped as his finger found her clit and began rubbing intensely. She could feel his breath on her neck, feel his body pressing hers against the table, feel his cock straining to be free of its clothing.

I don't even know who this person is, she thought. And anyone could walk in and see us. And I need his cock in me, need him to fuck me right where we stand.

He leaned in close to her ear. "Bend down," he said, his arousal evident in his heavy breathing. He practically ripped her panties down and then unzipped his pants. She could hear the rustle of clothing being adjusted.

Time once again stood still as his cock found her skin. Large and throbbing, it left a trail of precum on her inner thigh as it found its way toward her pussy. She spread her legs further, aching to be filled. Penetrated by this man she did not know.

His swollen cock head traced a pattern around her lower lips, her wetness running over it, readying it to penetrate her. Both were breathing fast and heavy as his hands grasped her hips, her eyes closed and her mouth open in anticipation.

Then his powerful hips thrust forward, his cock parting her lips and pushing into her. She felt herself pushed forward by the force of his movement, her wetness lubricating his thick shaft as it entered her. He moaned aloud as he felt her soft inner tube stretch to accommodate his rock-hard shaft, the slippery head of his cock making delicious friction against her inner folds. She was speechless, noiseless in that instant of fulfillment.

Time quickened as he began thrusting his hips against her. She arched her back and gritted her teeth, pounding her hips back to meet his invading cock. One of his hands gripped her shoulder, moving her back and forth onto him as if she weighed nothing.

"Yessss... Oh... fuck me... fuck me!" she panted, feeling him move faster. She threw her head back in ecstasy as she imagined how she must look, letting a stranger fuck her in the darkroom. It was so deliciously bad, not at all something that a girl like her should be doing. Her slutty friends would allow themselves to be pounded by an unknown cock like this, but not her...

The hand on her shoulder ran through her hair, grasping it and slowly guiding her head back toward him. His face loomed in the darkness and their lips met, their bodies moving in perfect time with each other. She bent down again, slipping a hand between her legs to feel his shaft pumping into her. He moaned loudly and thrust all the faster as her fingers caressed her clit.

"I'm going to... cum," he panted.

"Cum in me. Fuck me and then fill me... oh... fill me with cum!" she cried out.

His hands were back on her hips as he pistoned his engorged cock into her, again and again. She took his right hand in hers and brought it to her mouth, eagerly taking his index finger into her mouth. She twirled her tongue around it as if it were another cock, as if there were two men taking her in the darkroom.

The touch of her tongue pushed him over the edge. He slammed his hips against hers as his cock exploded, the swollen head gushing cum into her pussy. Her body shuddered with pleasure as she felt him pump his cum into her, filling her and then some. His chest heaved as he panted against her back.

Neither could speak. Her body was a mass of pleasure as she gasped, her chest and cheek against the table surface. She felt incredible release, spread wide and filled with cum in the darkroom by a man she did not know.

His lips met her cheek for a fleeting instant, and then he was gone.

  • Index
  • /
  • Home
  • /
  • Stories Hub
  • /
  • Erotic Couplings
  • /
  • The Darkroom

All contents © Copyright 1996-2023. Literotica is a registered trademark.

Desktop versionT.O.S.PrivacyReport a ProblemSupport

Version ⁨1.0.2+795cd7d.adb84bd⁩

We are testing a new version of this page. It was made in 26 milliseconds