Chloe’s Raw Research: Craving The Creep

The university library was a crypt of flickering fluorescents and stale energy drinks, its silence jagged with the hum of dying bulbs and the scratch of Chloe’s pen against her spiral notebook.

Nineteen, petite, with chipped purple nail polish and a crop top that hugged her slight frame, Chloe was scanning the aisles for books she could use for her psychology research paper on sexual kinks and taboos, due later this week.

She’d always been a deviant, sneaking forbidden books as a teen, her pulse racing at fantasies involving bondage, gangbangs, and taboo relationships. Then there was her kink for older, rougher men—gruff, heavy, the kind her friends would gag at.

This paper was her playground, a chance to dissect why this stuff made her skin burn. As she read about primal urges—mate selection, dominance, forbidden desires—her mind wandered, heat pooling between her thighs.

She pictured herself pinned under a hairy, overweight stranger, his weight crushing her, using her like a toy while she begged for more. Her breath hitched, arousal sparking like a frayed wire, her yoga pants clinging to her curves, her body alive with the thrill of her own deviance.

Chloe was done with the campus scene—frat boys with their cringy pickup lines, all bravado and no depth. She’d had her share, but it was always the same: quick, predictable, forgettable. She craved something raw, something that’d make her heart slam and her skin blaze.

Fucking someone “undesirable”—older, overweight, a nobody—hit her like a shot of cheap whiskey. It wasn’t just sex; it was rebellion, a middle finger to every rule she’d been fed. Seducing a guy nobody noticed made her feel filthy, alive.

Her eyes flicked up, catching Ray, the man working the library help desk, staring at her ass in her tight yoga pants from across the room. Probably in his forties, with a trimmed but scruffy beard and a soft belly that strained his faded plaid button-up, he had the air of a tired dad who’d given up on cool.
His thinning brown hair was swept back, greasy from a long shift, his hairy arms poking out of rolled-up sleeves, his body carrying the doughy bulk of too many late-night diner runs. He wasn’t grotesque, just forgettable.

His eyes snapped back to his computer, a guilty flush creeping up his neck. Chloe smirked, her mind flashing to him pinning her down, his hairy bulk overwhelming her, her deviant hunger clawing at her.

She returned to her table, spreading out her books—titles screaming *Sexual Deviance* and *Taboo Desires*—and dove back into her notes, her fantasies simmering, her body tingling with the promise of something forbidden.

The clock hit midnight, and Ray’s voice sliced through the quiet.

“Hey, kid, it’s closing time. Gotta lock up. Pack it up and go.”

His tone was gruff, like a dad scolding a kid past curfew, looming as he approached her table, his glasses glinting under the fluorescents.

Chloe looked up, irritation flaring, her pen frozen mid-scrawl.

“Are you serious, Ray? I’m drowning in this paper. It’s due soon, and I can’t focus in my dorm. Can’t you chill for, like, an hour?”

Her voice was sharp, almost whiny, like a little sister pushing back, her eyes narrowing, but a playful glint flickered beneath her annoyance, her mind still buzzing with his stare.

Ray crossed his arms, his posture rigid, his beard quivering.

“Rules are rules, princess. I run this library, not your personal study hall. Out, now.”

His tone was asshole-ish, but a faint smirk tugged at his lips, like he was enjoying the spat, poking for a reaction, his eyes flicking to her yoga pants for a split second.

Chloe huffed, slamming her notebook shut with a theatrical flourish.

“Wow, real nice, you power-tripping nerd. Bet you get off on kicking students out, huh? Jerking off to your little rulebook later?”

She leaned back, crossing her arms to mirror him, her voice dripping with mock outrage, but her smirk betrayed a spark of amusement, their bickering laced with a faint, electric chemistry that made her pulse quicken.

Ray snorted, his half-smirk widening.

“*Nerd*? Ouch, kid, that’s cold. And a rulebook fetish? Damn, you’re creative. Keep whining, but you’re still leaving. Don’t make me drag you out.”

His tone was stern, but his eyes lingered on her ass as she shifted in her seat, a quick, guilty glance that fanned the spark between them, her deviant mind noting his weakness.

“Fine, jerk,” Chloe groaned, shoving her books into her bag with exaggerated flair.

“If I tank this paper, I’m sending you the F, pal. Frame it for your sad little desk, maybe it’ll keep you company.”

She stood, slinging her bag over her shoulder, and shot him a mock glare, her lips twitching.

“You gonna make me walk back alone in the dark, or you got a shred of humanity under all that grump?”

Ray raised an eyebrow, his beard twitching with amusement.

“What, none of your frat boy posse can come save you? I’ve seen ‘em buzzing around you before.”

His tone was teasing, but there was a curious edge, like he’d been watching her more than he let on, feeding her deviant thrill.

Chloe rolled her eyes, but a smirk tugged at her lips, the bickering easing into something warmer, more charged.

“Ugh, spare me. Those guys are clowns. Come on, walk me back. Unless you’re scared of the dark, big guy.”

She nudged his arm, her touch light but deliberate, chemistry simmering beneath their playful jabs, her mind racing with the possibility of pushing him further.

Ray sighed, grabbing his jacket, his hairy bulk shifting as he muttered, “Pain in my ass, kid.”

But he held the door for her, his gruffness softening, and they stepped into the night, the campus a maze of shadows, the air sharp against Chloe’s bare arms.

They walked close, Ray’s heat like a radiator against the chill, his plaid shirt brushing her arm.

“So,” he said, his tone lighter, teasing, “what’s with all those books piled on your table? You writing some spicy fanfic or what?”

His eyes glinted, poking fun, but there was a spark of curiosity, like he’d been wondering about her, his gaze flicking to her ass again, stoking her deviant hunger.

Chloe laughed, the sound sharp and playful, her voice brimming with genuine fascination.

“*Perv*, it’s for a psych paper. I’m studying taboo kinks, and it’s honestly mind-blowing. Like, did you know studies show men think about sex every seven seconds on average? That’s, like, thousands of times a day, wired into their brains by evolution to spread genes. And get this—women often crave older men because they signal stability, experience, resources, even dominance. It’s primal, tied to survival.”

She paused, her tone dropping slightly, academic but suggestive, her eyes locking on his.

“And *men*? They’re hardwired to chase younger women— fertile, peak reproductive age. It’s biology, raw instinct. Then there’s stuff like power dynamics—dominance, submission, even stranger sex—it’s all about breaking social norms, chasing that rush of danger and control. I mean, how crazy is it that our brains are built for this stuff?”

She kept her voice animated, like a scientist uncovering a secret, but let a sultry edge creep in, watching his beard twitch as he processed her words, her own arousal flickering at the thought of him acting on those instincts.

Ray’s eyebrows shot up, his flush creeping back, his glasses slipping slightly.

“Damn, you’re deep into this. That’s… uh, intense for a paper.”

His tone was half-teasing, half-impressed, like a dad caught off guard by his kid’s audacity, his flush deepening as her words sank in.

“Yeah, it’s wild,” she said, her smile mischievous, her voice still buzzing with excitement.

“Like, the data on taboo kinks shows it’s not just deviance—it’s about feeling alive, giving in to what your body screams for, no shame. Evolution doesn’t care about rules, you know?”

She nudged him again, her shoulder brushing his arm, the bickering chemistry warming.

“Bet you didn’t peg me for a nerd about this stuff, huh?”

Ray chuckled, shaking his head, his beard quivering.

“You’re trouble, that’s for damn sure. So, what, those frat guys not cutting it for you? Too busy chasing beer pong to keep up with your brainy kink talk?”

His tone was playful, poking fun, but there was a real question there, his fatherly vibe masking a growing hunger, his eyes flicking to her ass yet again.

Chloe snorted, her voice dripping with disdain.

“Those guys? I’ve had my fun with them, sure, but it’s all the same—immature, loud, boring as hell, with that same stupid fucking broccoli haircut. It’s getting stale, like screwing the same guy in different snapbacks.”

She shot him a sideways glance, her tone softening, teasing.

“I’m looking for something… different, you know?”

Her words carried a faint dare, her deviant side peeking through, her pulse quickening at the thought of Ray being that someone.
Ray smirked, his beard twitching as they reached her dorm building, a brick box with flickering hall lights.

Chloe slowed, her heart pounding as they reached the dorm’s entryway. She turned to him, her voice low, academic but laced with a subtle hint.

“Wanna come up to my room? I could show you more about my research, maybe dig into some of those kinks.”

Her smile was inviting but not overt, leaving the door open, her deviant hunger clawing at her restraint, her words a gentle lure.

Ray’s eyes widened, his beard trembling, his glasses slipping down his sweaty nose.

“Uh, kid, I… that’s not… I mean, staff rules, you know?” He stammered, his hands twitching like he wanted to bolt, his warmth cracking under nerves.

Chloe stepped through the doorway, letting the heavy door start to swing shut behind her, her voice bold as she glanced back.

“Come on, Ray, my roommate’s gone for the night. I caught you creeping on my ass, what, three times tonight? You’ve got a choice—go home and jerk off to me, like we both *know* you’re gonna, or come up and have some fun.”

Her words were a challenge, her petite frame half-hidden as the door slowly closed, her tone daring him to act.

Ray froze, his bulky frame trembling, sweat beading on his forehead. The door was inches from shutting, its click imminent, his window of opportunity about to vanish. At the last second, he lunged, grabbing the handle and yanking it open, stepping inside with a shaky breath, his eyes wide with fear and want. Chloe smirked, leaning against the stairwell, her voice a velvet tease.

“That’s what I thought.”

They climbed the stairs, Ray suddenly shy, his steps heavy, his glasses fogging up. He kept his eyes on the floor, his earlier bravado gone, like a kid caught sneaking candy. Chloe glanced back, poking fun.

“What’s with the shy act, Ray? That what you would’ve done, huh? Gone home and jerked off to me?” Her tone was playful but pointed, her smile wicked, her deviant thrill growing at his discomfort.

Ray’s face burned, his beard twitching as he muttered, “I-I wasn’t… I mean, come on…”

His voice trailed off, his hands stuffed in his pockets, hunching slightly, like he wanted to shrink.

Chloe laughed, leading him down the hall.

“Oh, please, don’t play innocent. I *love* it, you know—catching guys checking me out, knowing they’re thinking about me. A lot of girls think it’s creepy, but it turns me on. Makes me feel powerful, like I’m under their skin.”

Her voice was light but charged, her eyes glinting as they reached her door, her arousal spiking at the thought of Ray’s guilty stares.

They squeezed into her cramped room, the door clicking shut behind them, the space reeking of cheap perfume and unwashed laundry. Her bed was a mess of clothes, her roommate’s side neat and empty. A desk lamp cast a gritty glow, the air thick with their mutual tension.

Chloe kept talking, casual but deliberate, as she set her backpack on her desk.

“So, Ray, you like your job? Must be nice, getting to check out hot college girls all day.”

Her tone was teasing, her eyes flicking to his, daring him to bite, as she peeled off her crop top, revealing a tight black sports bra that hugged her petite frame, her yoga pants low on her hips.

Ray swallowed hard, his glasses fogging, his hairy bulk shifting awkwardly as he leaned against the wall.

“Uh, yeah, I mean… the views are… definitely a perk, I guess.”

His voice was hesitant, his flush deepening, his eyes darting to her exposed belly before snapping away.

Chloe smirked, gathering her hair and tying it into a high ponytail, her movements slow, giving him time to watch.

“Ever fucked one of them before, perv? One of those tight little coeds?”

Her words were a challenge, her deviant hunger pulsing, her body swaying slightly as she secured the ponytail.

Ray chuckled nervously, shaking his head, his beard trembling.

“Never. That’s… not my thing. Too risky.”

His voice was shaky, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of longing, his hands twitching at his sides.

Chloe finished her ponytail, her smile wicked.

“Well, based on how much you were staring at my ass, it sounds like your fantasy’s about to come true, creep. And one of mine, too.”

She stepped closer, still talking as she adjusted her sports bra.

“Wanna know the truth, Ray? I fantasize about having an older, larger man who towers over me, use me like his personal fucktoy. That’s what gets me off.”

His breath hitched, his face a furnace, his hands gripping his knees. She smirked as she got down on her knees, running her hands up and down his thighs, her voice teasing but edged with danger.

“But if you can’t step up and do that, I could always pull out my strap-on and we could fulfill a different fantasy of mine.”

Ray’s eyes widened, his beard trembling, his voice a choked whisper.

“Jesus, you’re… you’re gonna kill me.”

His hands twitched, his shyness warring with hunger.

Chloe leaned in closer, her hands sliding up towards his waistband, her voice a purr.

“Then show me, Ray. Use me like you’ve been dreaming.”

She worked his belt, her fingers fumbling with nerves and need. As she tugged his khakis down, she smirked, her voice teasing.

“Heads up—if you aren’t willing to take control, I’m grabbing that strap-on. Don’t test me.”

Her eyes glinted, daring him to be dominant.
Ray groaned as she freed his cock, and Chloe’s jaw dropped, her eyes wide with genuine shock. It was thick, heavy, veined—a fucking monster.

“Oh my fucking *God*,” she breathed, stroking it with both hands, a big smile spreading across her face.

“You’ve been hiding this, Ray? If all these girls knew you were packing this, you’d be drowning in pussy.”

Ray’s mouth opened like he was going to say something before she cut him off.

“*Don’t worry*, I’ll spread the word.”

She laughed, half-awed, her fingers tracing its length, her arousal spiking at the thought of it wrecking her.

Chloe looked up, locking eyes with Ray, her gaze intense as she twirled her tongue around his tip, watching his face contort with pleasure. Slowly, she descended, reveling in his expression—eyes fluttering, jaw slack—before bobbing her head fast, sucking hard, her lips stretched, spit dripping down her chin.

Her face pressed into his big, hairy belly, the soft, doughy mass enveloping her cheeks, sweat and musk overwhelming, his belly quivering with each motion. She moaned, the vibrations making him shudder, her nose buried in coarse hair.

“Holy fucking shit,” she murmured, eyes watering. Pulling back, her voice dripped with need.

“Fuck my face, Daddy. I can take it.”

Ray’s breath caught, his shyness cracking.

“Stand up and turn around,” he growled, his voice low, commanding. Chloe obeyed, her heart pounding. He yanked her yoga pants and panties down in one rough motion, the fabric pooling at her ankles before she peeled them completely off with her feet, one at a time.

“Bend over,” he ordered, his hands gripping her hips.

She slowly bent over, swaying her tight little ass left and right for his viewing pleasure.

Then his hands gripped her hips tighter, his thumbs curling under. Before she could react, he lifted her by her hips and thighs, his strength surprising her, causing her to yelp in excitement as he pulled her pussy right to his face, still sitting upright on the edge of the bed.

He pushed her head down onto his cock, her body inverted, her mouth stretching over him in an upside-down 69. His tongue plunged into her, rough and relentless, lapping at her clit, her wetness coating his beard as he ate her out with hungry growls.

Chloe’s face pressed into his massive belly again, the hairy, jiggling mass shuddering with each thrust as he facefucked her, his cock slamming into her throat.

Her gags were muffled by his flesh, spit and precum smearing her cheeks, her ponytail swinging wildly. His belly wobbled like a wave, the soft, heavy bulk overwhelming her senses, his coarse hair scraping her face.

She moaned, the vibrations making him groan, her hands gripping his hairy thighs, nails digging in. His tongue devoured her pussy, sucking her clit, his beard scratching her sensitive skin, her wetness dripping down his chin.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he rasped between licks, his voice muffled.

“And this fucking *perfect* ass,” he growled, one of his hands slapping then kneading one of her cheeks.

“Holy *fucking* shit,” Chloe gasped around his cock, her voice choked, her eyes streaming.

His thrusts grew harder, his belly jiggling with each pump, her face buried in its sweaty, hairy mass, the taboo of his dominance driving her wild. The room spun, the gritty glow of the lamp blurring as pleasure consumed her.

Ray set her down, her legs shaky. She stripped off her sports bra, her petite frame bare, skin flushed in the lamplight. Ray’s eyes devoured her, his beard glistening with her wetness.

“Get over here,” he whispered, his voice dark, hunger unleashed.

Chloe climbed onto his lap, straddling him as he remained sitting on the edge of her bed. His hairy arms wrapped around her, thick and sweaty, his belly a hairy, soft bulge against her stomach.

“You sure?” he said, his voice trembling, but his grip was iron, his fatherly warmth gone.

“Fuck yes,” she hissed, positioning herself.

“Stuff me up.”

She sank down, gasping as he filled her, his cock stretching her to the brink, pain and pleasure blurring. Ray groaned, his arms squeezing her body as she bounced into his thrusts from underneath. The rhythm was brutal, his hairy body rocking against her, her jaw dropping from pleasure as she looked up at him from below, her petite body getting swallowed between his massive frame and tight grip.

“God, you’re tight,” he gasped.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

“Harder, Ray,” she moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“Stretch my pussy, yes just like that.”

His thrusts were relentless, his hairy belly slapping her skin, the taboo of his age and weight making her feel like a live wire.

“Holy fucking shit, *yes*, that’s so fucking deep,” she gasped, half-laughing.

“You’re wrecking me.”

“Gonna fuck you till you scream,” he growled, his shyness gone.

His hairy arms tightened, his thrusts savage, and Chloe’s body burned, the intensity consuming her.

She pushed him back, crawling onto the bed, on her hands and knees, arching her back. Ray loomed behind her, his hairy bulk swallowing her shadow. She felt his rough hands lift his belly, the hairy, soft mass resting on her ass, heavy and hot, grounding her in the depravity.

He thrust in, and she cried out, his cock overwhelming, his belly pressing with each movement.

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, pushing back.

“Stuff me up, just like that.”

The rhythm was savage, his hairy body dominating her, her pleasure coiling tight, her body trembling.

“Is this what you wanted?” he snarled, his thrusts punishing.

“For an older man to fucking own your tight little pussy?”
“Turn you into my personal fucktoy?”

Her fingers were squeezing the sheets as her moans grew louder, an orgasm starting to build as her small breasts jiggled violently underneath her.

“Oh my fucking god. *Yes*!”

The bed creaked under their weight, the mattress groaning but holding steady as they moved.

He slammed into her hard and pressed her forward, Chloe collapsing prone, her stomach flat on the mattress. Ray towered over her, his belly spreading across her back, hairy and heavy, pinning her down.

“Feel my weight?” he rasped, his thrusts deep, his sweaty body sliding against her back.
“Fucking you raw like a slut.”

“Faster, Ray,” she whimpered, pushing back, craving more.
“Fuck that feels good. So *fucking* deep.”

His cock drove deeper, his hairy body a relentless force, and the pleasure built, a fire consuming her.

He pulled out and flipped on her back, missionary, as he climbed on top of her. His belly pressed against her stomach, hairy and soft, crushing her into the mattress as his big cock slipped inside her soaking pussy. Chloe’s legs spread wide, her hands clawing his hairy back, her breath short, whimpering in pleasure under his weight as he fucked the absolute shit out of her.

This is the pinnacle of what she had always craved, her ultimate fantasy being fulfilled in real time. And she could feel her orgasm approaching fast.

He repeatedly thrusted hard and deep into her, his big cock stretching her tight pussy as his full weight covered her, her torso completely enveloped under him.

Sweat was beading down his strained face, grunting as he manhandled her. Her eyes widened in pure ecstasy as his mouth opened, inching closer to hers. Their lips crashed together, a sloppy, passionate kiss, tongues tangling, spit mixing as they devoured each other.

“*Fuck*… it’s getting hard breathe,” she gasped into his mouth, her voice strained, her lungs burning.

“Shut the fuck up and take it,” he snarled.

“This is what you wanted, slut,” his thrusts brutal, his beard scratching her skin, his tongue diving back into her mouth, deep and hungry.

Chloe moaned, the roughness pushing her higher, the rawness electrifying her.

“Harder,” she begged between kisses.
“Stuff me up, Daddy.”
“Own my fucking pussy.”

“You’re mine,” he growled, his tongue plunging deeper, his hairy body overwhelming her, his weight stealing her air. Her orgasm built, a slow, searing wave.

“Scream for me,” he snarled, his lips locked on hers.
“Break for Daddy.”

“Fuck, yes,” she gasped, her body shaking, her tongue wrestling his.
“I’m *so* close, please don’t stop.”

Each thrust was a hammer, his hairy belly slapping her, his cock relentless. The pleasure climbed, agonizing, her moans muffled by his mouth, her body arching under his crush.

“Holy fucking shit here it comes,” she whimpered, her voice breaking into high pitched whimpers against his lips.

“Cum for me,” he roared, his tongue deep in her mouth, his voice a command.

“Cum hard on Daddy’s cock.”

His hairy bulk crushed her, his thrusts relentless, each one a hammer driving her toward the edge. Chloe’s body tensed, her breath hitching against his tongue, their sloppy kiss a tangle of spit and heat. Her orgasm erupted, a ferocious, white-hot maelstrom that ripped through her, her screams muffled into his mouth as his tongue plunged deeper.

Her vision splintered, colors bleeding into static, his crushing weight amplifying every shuddering pulse that tore through her core as he continuously slammed his big dick in her pussy.

Her nails clawed his hairy back as her orgasm went on , leaving red trails, her legs trembling uncontrollably in the air as wave after wave of pleasure drowned her senses.

“Good girl,” Ray growled into her mouth, his voice rough, vibrating through her as she spasmed beneath him, her body a live wire of ecstasy.

Ray’s body started to tense as his thrusts grew more and more erratic. His climax hit like a freight train, his body seizing with violent tremors, guttural grunts tearing from his throat as he unleashed a massive load deep in her tight pussy, flooding her with pulse after pulse of hot cum. His hairy bulk collapsed, hips jerking wildly, each twitch driving him deeper, pressing her into the mattress as she squirmed, still quaking from her own orgasm. His shaking intensified, sweat-soaked beard scraping her face, their lips locked in a desperate, sloppy kiss, spit and moans mingling as his relentless spasms surged through her, the sheer volume overwhelming, binding them in the raw, primal aftermath.

They lay there, gasping, the room stinking of sweat and sex, the bed creaking. Ray rolled off, his hairy chest heaving, sweat matting his beard.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered, half-laughing, half-stunned.

“I’m too old for this shit, kid.”

Chloe grinned, her body buzzing, her lungs still tight.

“Got my data and a fucking workout,” she rasped, her voice raw.

“You’re a goddamn creepshow, Ray.”

She felt alive, like she’d clawed something primal from the dark, her deviant hunger sated for now.

Ray dressed fast, his shyness creeping back, his glasses fogging up.

“This stays here,” he said, his beard twitching as he fumbled his belt.

“I’m serious.”

“Swear,” she teased, mock-saluting.

“Go play creep somewhere else, perv. I’ll catch you at the desk.”

He slipped out, the door clicking shut, and Chloe sprawled on the mattress, her body aching in the best way. She’d wanted a thrill, but this—Ray’s hairy, overweight bulk, the way he’d used her—was a fucking revelation. She grabbed her notebook, scrawling:

*Taboo’s not a theory. It’s a goddamn uprising.*

She laughed, the sound sharp in the quiet. Finals could wait. She was already chasing the next high.