More from Gia

• Library Lust: Gia in the Stacks

  June 6, 2026

  Gia gets Caught on her knees with the maintenance man at the campus library

  Hey everyone, it’s your favorite anonymous campus vixen here, spilling the tea on the hottest, most reckless mistake I’ve made this semester. My name is Gia, I’m a 20-year-old junior majoring in English Lit at a big state university, and I’ve always had a thing for forbidden thrills. You know those quiet, dusty corners of the library where the old reference books sit untouched for years? Yeah… that’s where I got caught on my knees last Thursday night, lips wrapped around the thick cock of one of the maintenance guys.

  It started innocently enough. I was stressed out from midterms, wearing my favorite tiny black pleated skirt that barely covered my ass, a tight white crop top that showed off my toned midriff, and no bra because why not? My perky C-cups were begging for attention under the thin fabric, nipples already stiff from the library’s AC. I’d been flirting with Marcus for weeks. He’s in his late 30s, tall, muscular from years of hauling equipment, with strong hands, dark skin, and a deep voice that made my pussy wet every time he said my name.

  He was fixing a flickering light near the back stacks on the fourth floor. Hardly anyone goes up there after 9 PM. I “accidentally” dropped my notebook right in front of him, bending over slowly so my skirt rode up, flashing the lacy black thong barely covering my smooth, shaved lips.

  “Need some help, Gia?” he asked, voice low and rough.

  I looked up at him through my lashes, biting my lip. “I think I need a lot of help tonight, Marcus.”

  The tension had been building for too long. Within seconds he had me pinned against the shelves, his big hand sliding up my thigh, fingers brushing my soaked thong. I moaned softly as he kissed me hard, tongue invading my mouth while his other hand squeezed my tit, pinching my nipple until I gasped.

  “Fuck, you’re so damn young and horny,” he growled against my neck.

  I dropped to my knees right there between two rows of dusty philosophy books. The carpet was rough on my bare knees, but I didn’t care. I yanked down his work pants and boxers in one motion, and his heavy, thick cock sprang out—already rock hard, veiny, and easily eight inches with a fat mushroom head. It smelled masculine and clean, with a hint of his workday sweat that made me even wetter.

  I looked up at him, eyes wide and innocent, then wrapped my soft pink lips around the head. Marcus groaned, one hand tangling in my long dark hair. I swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting the salty precum leaking from his slit, then took him deeper. My mouth stretched wide as I bobbed my head, sucking him with wet, sloppy sounds that echoed quietly in the silent library. I relaxed my throat and pushed forward until my nose pressed against his trimmed pubic hair, gagging softly but holding him there, eyes watering with lust.

  “Shit, baby girl… you suck dick like a pro,” he whispered, hips rocking gently.

  I hummed around his shaft, the vibration making him throb against my tongue. My hand cupped his heavy balls, massaging them while I worked him in and out of my warm, wet mouth. Spit dripped down my chin onto my cleavage. I pulled back for air, stroking his slick cock with both hands, twisting at the head the way guys love, then dove back down, fucking my face on him faster.

  The risk made it so much hotter. Anyone could walk around the corner—another student cramming for finals, a librarian doing rounds. The thought sent a fresh gush of wetness into my thong. My free hand slipped under my skirt, rubbing my swollen clit in tight circles while I worshipped his cock.

  Marcus was breathing hard, gripping my hair tighter. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep that up.”

  I pulled off with a pop, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his glistening dick. “I want it,” I whispered, voice hoarse. “Cum down my throat, Marcus.”

  I sucked him harder, hollowing my cheeks, taking every inch. His thighs tensed. I felt his cock swell even thicker in my mouth. Just as he started to pulse, ready to flood my throat—

  “What the fuck?!”

  A sharp female voice cut through the air. My heart stopped. I froze with Marcus’s cock buried deep, spit everywhere. It was Ms. Hargrove, one of the strict older librarians. She stood at the end of the aisle, eyes wide behind her glasses, staring at the obscene sight: me on my knees, skirt hiked up, hand still in my panties, mouth full of maintenance cock.

  Marcus pulled out quickly, but it was too late. I stayed on my knees for a second, lips swollen and shiny, a thick strand of saliva dripping onto the floor. My face burned with humiliation… and shameful arousal. My pussy was throbbing.

  Ms. Hargrove’s cheeks were flushed, but she didn’t immediately scream or call security. She just stared, her eyes flicking from my messy face to Marcus’s massive, spit-covered erection still twitching in the air.

  “I… I can explain,” I stammered, voice raspy from deepthroating.

  “Library is closed for this kind of activity,” she said, but her tone was breathy. She didn’t leave. Her gaze lingered on my exposed cleavage, on the way my nipples poked obviously through my top.

  Marcus muttered a curse and started pulling up his pants. I stood up slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, legs shaky. My thong was drenched, clit aching for release.

  To my shock, Ms. Hargrove stepped closer instead of running. “You two have any idea how much trouble this is?” But her eyes betrayed her—there was heat there. Maybe the uptight librarian had a hidden wild side.

  I don’t know what possessed me, but I took a step toward her, still buzzing with adrenaline. “Are you going to report us?” My voice came out sultry. I was playing with fire.

  She swallowed hard. Marcus stood silent, watching the strange shift.

  The next ten minutes were a blur of tension and unexpected heat. Ms. Hargrove lectured us in a hushed whisper about decency while her eyes kept drifting back to the bulge in Marcus’s pants and my disheveled, slutty appearance. I apologized profusely, but made sure to “accidentally” brush my breasts against her arm while adjusting my skirt.

  Eventually, she let us off with a warning—probably because she was just as turned on as we were. “Get out of here. And don’t let me catch you again.”

  Marcus and I slipped out a side exit, hearts pounding. We didn’t even make it to his truck before we were all over each other in the parking lot shadows. He bent me over the hood, flipped my skirt up, yanked my thong aside, and slammed into my dripping pussy in one thrust. I cried out, gripping the cold metal as he fucked me hard and deep, his thick cock stretching me perfectly. His balls slapped against my clit with every powerful stroke.

  “You almost got us expelled, you little cockslut,” he growled, spanking my ass.

  I came hard around him, moaning loud enough that anyone nearby could’ve heard. He pulled out and painted my ass and back with thick ropes of cum, marking me as his.

  We’ve hooked up twice since then—once in the library basement, once in his maintenance closet. Getting caught only made the kink hotter. I can’t stop thinking about Ms. Hargrove’s face… part of me wonders if she touches herself remembering it.

  Moral of the story? Sometimes the quietest places on campus hide the loudest moans. If you’re reading this and you go to my school… keep an eye out for me in the stacks. I might be on my knees again.

  Stay naughty,
  Gia 💋

• Gia’s Send-Off Before Summer

  May 31, 2026

  Hey everyone, it’s Gia here—your favorite 20-year-old chaos queen wrapping up sophomore year at State. Tomorrow I’m loading up my shitty little Honda and driving home for the summer, but tonight? Tonight the dorm is my personal playground. The hall is half-empty, most girls already gone, and the vibe is pure “last chance” energy. I’m not leaving without one final, filthy memory.

  My roommate Jenna and I cracked open a bottle of cheap tequila around 8 p.m. We were both buzzing fast. Jenna’s this petite blonde with perky little tits and a filthy mouth that always gets me wet. We’d fooled around a few times during finals week when stress relief turned into “let’s eat each other out,” but tonight felt different. Final night. No rules.

  I was wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt and tiny pink thong when she pushed me back on my bed. Her hands slid up my thighs, spreading them wide.

  “You’ve been teasing me all semester with this tight little pussy,” she whispered, peeling my thong to the side. Her tongue was hot and eager, licking long, slow stripes from my entrance up to my swollen clit. I grabbed her hair, grinding against her face, moaning loud enough that I’m sure the few remaining people on the floor heard. She sucked my clit hard, two fingers curling inside me, hitting that spot that makes my toes curl. I came fast and messy, soaking her chin and my sheets.

  But I wasn’t done. I flipped her over, yanked her shorts down, and buried my face between her smooth thighs. She tasted sweet and desperate. I licked and fingered her until she was shaking, calling my name in that high-pitched whine I love. We 69’d for what felt like forever, tongues and fingers everywhere, our bodies slick with sweat. When she came again she squirted a little—something she’d never done before—and we both laughed like idiots, sticky and happy.

  That was just the warm-up.

  Around 11 p.m. there was a knock. It was Tyler from down the hall—tall, ripped lacrosse player I’d been eye-fucking since September. He’d come to say goodbye, but when he saw Jenna and me half-naked and glowing, his plans changed. His eyes went dark with lust.

  “You two starting without me?” he asked, voice already rough.

  Jenna grinned and crooked a finger. “Get in here, big boy.”

  Tyler didn’t need telling twice. He stripped fast, revealing that thick, heavy cock I’d only seen hard through his basketball shorts before. It was even better in person—long, veiny, already leaking precum. I dropped to my knees first, taking him deep into my mouth while Jenna kissed him. I love the way a guy’s cock twitches when you swirl your tongue around the head. I sucked him sloppy, spit dripping down my chin, while Jenna played with his balls.

  Then he bent me over my desk. My tits pressed against the cold wood as he pushed inside me in one long thrust. Fuck, he was big. I gasped, stretching around him, that perfect mix of pleasure and pressure. He fucked me hard, hips slapping against my ass, one hand gripping my ponytail like reins. Jenna slid underneath me, licking my clit while Tyler pounded me. The double sensation had me screaming into my arm. I came so hard my legs shook.

  Tyler pulled out and moved to Jenna, flipping her onto all fours on the bed. I watched his thick cock disappear into her tight pussy, her back arching. I couldn’t just watch—I crawled over and sucked on her nipples, then made out with her while she got railed. The sound of wet skin slapping filled the tiny dorm room. Tyler’s grunts, our moans, the smell of sex heavy in the air. It was perfect.

  He switched back and forth between us, fucking one while the other recovered just enough to want more. At one point he had us both on our knees, taking turns sucking him. I deepthroated him until my eyes watered while Jenna licked his shaft. When he finally came, it was massive—ropes of hot cum across both our faces and tits. We kissed each other clean, sharing his load like the dirty girls we are.

  But the night wasn’t over.

  Around 1 a.m., after a quick shower together where fingers found their way inside pussies again, there was another knock. This time it was Marcus—Tyler’s quiet, muscular Black roommate. He’d heard the noise and came to investigate. When he walked in and saw the three of us still flushed and naked, he just smirked.

  “Room for one more?”

  We made room.

  Marcus was packing. Like, seriously packing. His cock was thicker than Tyler’s and curved upward in the most dangerous way. Jenna’s eyes went wide. I was already wet again just looking at it. He sat on the edge of the bed and I straddled him reverse cowgirl, lowering myself slowly onto that monster. The stretch was intense. I rode him hard, my ass bouncing, while Tyler stood in front of me and fed me his cock again. Jenna played with my clit and Marcus’s balls from the side.

  The room smelled like sweat, cum, and pussy. We rotated positions constantly—me riding Marcus while Jenna sat on his face, Tyler fucking Jenna’s tits, then switching again. At one point both guys had us bent over the bed side by side. They fucked us in rhythm, the sound of four bodies moving together raw and primal. I reached over and held Jenna’s hand while we both got pounded senseless.

  I lost count of how many times I came. Three? Four? My thighs were trembling and my voice was hoarse from moaning. When Marcus finally unloaded deep inside me (we’re all on birth control and tested, don’t worry), I felt every pulse. Tyler finished in Jenna’s mouth and she shared it with me in a long, messy kiss.

  We all collapsed around 3 a.m.—a tangle of limbs, sticky skin, and satisfied sighs. Someone ordered late-night pizza. We ate it naked on the floor, laughing about the semester and all the almost-hookups that finally happened on the very last night.

  As I write this the next morning (yes, I’m sore in the best way), the guys are gone and Jenna’s packing her last bag. My pussy is still tingling, my thighs sticky with memories. College has been wild, but this final night in the dorm might be the hottest thing I’ve ever done.

  If you’re reading this and you’re a fellow coed—don’t wait until the last night. Make every night count. And if you’re home for the summer missing dorm dick and pussy… well, call me – let’s make a story together.

  Until then, stay horny.

  —Gia 💦 https://thesincenter.com/gia/