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The Librarian
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The Librarian He sauntered into the library and strolled in the direction of the reception area. The library smelled of well-thumbed books, wood polish and the faint ent of perfume. Solid wood bookcases in mellow ts of hy-gold were filled to overflowing. Study and tables, and more comfortable lounge seating was attered throughout the single floor. At the reception, the counter was chest-h — low enough to allow for a full look at the librarian’s tits — if she had chosen to show them. Several elderly patrons vied for the attention of the librarian on duty. It was lunch-time. Apart from a handful of the public, the rest of the staff had eaped. It was the library’s half-day, supposedly for stocktaking, so there was no eape for the librarian. She was in her early forties. Long brown hair framed a lovely face that bore a patient smile. Dark-rimmed spectacles made her more attractive and served to highlight beautiful, hazel-green eyes. Conservative and slightly over-sized, comfortable clothes in muted ts gave little away of the generous curves beneath the layers. The shirt she wore had several buttons loosed but still was not enough to provide more than a glimpse of cleavage. The sheen of sweat made her face glow, and there was a faint blush on her high cheeks. The AC system was old and not very efficient. Damp patches under her arms embarrassed her — as did the seeming rash of odd book requests asked of her by the patrons. At the reception, he took a sharp right and walked around to stand beside her. She straightened up, surprised and annoyed. She was about feet tall. “You are not permitted behind the counter. This area is for staff only,” she said. Irritation put a high flush on her cheeks. It suited her. “Random state library board inspection,” he said loud enough for the ears of those still in the library. He flashed an ID, but she was not convinced. He held up a hand, slipped a flash drive from his tan pants pocket and slipped it into the USB port of the laptop on her desk. He stepped back a pace to enjoy her reaction. “Oh my god,” she gasped. The subject that commanded her attention was the young female gyrating seductively on the reen. Cupping ample yet youthfully firm tits, she squeezed and pushed them forward. The volume on the laptop was low, but with the exaggerated lip movement it was still loud enough to make out what the naked young slut was saying, “Suck my tits, daddy.” “Your is a very sexy young woman,” he said with a knowing smile. “You bastard!” “Careful, you have customers, Jennie. You would not want them to see or hear too much.” Caught in a dilemma, she turned with a false smile to the next in the line. She needed time to process what was happening. Now and then she glanced at the laptop. The ene looped, ing over and over. It annoyed her that apart from the disgusting show, she had not realized how hot her looked. Jennie’s skirt was ankle-length, split at the side from hem to waist with a braided leather belt through its hoops. -buttons fastened the split's edges. He moved close behind her, his crotch with an obviously hard cock rubbed against her ass. She murmured as she felt his hands on the belt and the waistband repositid until the slit was at her back and the buckle within easy reach. With a whisper of leather and cloth, the belt was removed. The soft popping of buttons heralded that her skirt was now open from ankle to waist. Only a single button kept the dress from falling to the floor. A soft AC breeze wafted across her ass. “Please. no, not here,” she whispered, “Some will see.” Large hands caressed her arse cheeks over white cotton panties. The briefs covered most of her arse to her waist. Not for this lady, the temptation of thong or bikini panties. Strangely it added to her allure. He slipped both hands under the waistband pulling the panties down below well-padded cheeks. Taking a few moments, he admired her ample ass. It was beautiful, and he enjoyed squeezing and kneading the soft, dimpled flesh. She cried softly with humiliation as he dug fingers into the pale cheek. He tugged on the briefs and slowly edged them down over thick thighs and shapely calves. By the time he reached her ankles, he was kneeling on the wooden floor, his tanned face opposite her ass. He inhaled, enjoying the ent of her ass mixed with a hint of cunt juices and sweat. He slapped her ankles, and she lifted foot at a time as her panties were pulled clear. Her cheeks were grasped and spread, widening the cleft between them and exposing her puckered pink hole. She tensed as his tongue traced a line down her ass crack into her hole. She moaned involuntarily as he expertly rimmed her hole. She kept glancing at the figure on the laptop reen, her mind frantiy seeking a way from her quandary. With remarkable composure, she fielded questions from those before her counter as his tongue and lips thoroughly explored her arse. It was when his tongue opened up her hole and pushed inside that she moaned, “Oh god no.” He enjoyed her hole, and his hand slipped between her legs. Jennie’s thighs were sweaty, but he relished their slippery wetness, before rubbing along her cunt. He sensed her outer labia fat and swollen, an inner lip pushed out like a tongue. As he opened up her slit, the rose petals burst forth. She moaned softly as his finger opened up her cunt and probed inside. Unthinking she ground against his touch. She was very tight. It was so long since her cunt had been used. Her hole had never been treated in this manner. H stood up and sampled the fragrance of her hole and her cunt trapped by a full bush — musky and dirty. She sighed with relief — and with some disappointment as his hand and tongue ceased their enjoyment of her cunt and hole. “Slut,” he whispered in her ear. “Your cunt is flowing with juices. You can feel the sticky wetness of your hy between your thighs.” She shook her head in denial. “You need something on that bottom shelf,” he said loudly. She shook her head. She knew where this was going. He smiled and pressed a key on her laptop. The ene changed and she now she watched her ’s head bobbing up and down on a long, thick cock. Mesmerized she watched the young woman stroke the throbbing cock, lick around the big purple head and take it down her throat. Mother gasped as her was face-fucked. She listened to the sounds of her choking on the cock’s girth, watched drool flow from her lips to soak balls and tits. Jennie’s hand went to her mouth as she saw the great spurt of cum splash the young slut’s face and tits. Watched the pink tongue lick cum from her lips. Heard the sloppy gulps as her milked the cock. Worse, she saw the unbridled lust for cock in her ’s eyes. Worse, she found herself admiring her ’s firm, ample tits, flat belly and rounded ass. Worse still, the sight of her ’s lust for cock aroused her, and she wanted to rub her cunt. “No,” she moaned. “It’s not right.” She glared at him for having awoken unspoken, dark passions. “Bastard.” He nodded downwards. She knew what he was commanding her to do. Giving her customers a “just a minute” smile she got down on her knees. The floor was hard on her knees. As a reminder, he angled the laptop so that she could see her sucking on the cock. She growled, reached up and unzipped his fly. The hard erection now released throbbed before her face. The gaping peehole glistened with pre-cum. Hesitantly she held the shaft and squeezed. A glob of pre-cum oozed from the cockhead. She looked up. He mouthed “Suck my cock bitch.” She tugged clumsily and nervously at his belt. Finally, it unbuckled, and his pants fell to the floor. He wore no boxers and so his thick, uncut cock was visible. She did not want to like his cock, but the sight of the thickly veined shaft and full balls made her cunt and nipples tingle. She opened her mouth and took the dusky-pink mushroom cockhead in, feeling the smoothness of the skin under her tongue. A hand cupped his balls. The ribbed ure felt good. She squeezed, and he moaned in pain and pleasure. She smiled — it was the first time she had any control over the bastard. The tip of her tongue pushed into his peehole, savoring his pre-cum before licking along the rim of his head. She enjoyed his obvious, if muted, moans of pleasure. There was little time for a prolonged blowjob. Already there were impatient noises from those in front of the reception counter. Jennie sucked and stroked his cock first slowly and then rapidly. She spat lubricating his throbbing veiny cock. Disturbingly, she found that she enjoyed having the thick warm cock in her mouth. That others were only a short distance away made her heart thump in her chest. She would be fired if caught. She sucked and stroked harder and faster until he burst into her mouth. She gagged as her mouth filled with cum. She glanced at the laptop and saw her with cum flowing from her mouth. Anything her slut could do, so could she. Jennie sucked hungrily and milked the cock, relishing the salty taste of fresh cum. He pulled from her mouth. She moaned, conflicted between wanting more and wanting to be rid of him. Cum splashed on her light denim shirt. It made dark patches as it soaked in. More cum splattered on her hair. She caught her foot in the hem of her skirt as she tried to stand. The sole remaining -button popped and her dress fell to the floor. She felt him behind her pressing his semi-hard cock against her ass crack, his hands squeezing her ass. Her ass felt wet as the last drops of cum were squeezed from his cock and spread across her cheeks. Involuntarily, she ground back on his cock. Face flushed and heart pounding she faced her customers once more. How could they not see the cum splashes on her shirt, in her hair and the glistening frosting on her lips? How could they not smell the fishy ent of cum from her? She felt his hands under her shirt and her bra und. Full natural tits released from their bindings were massaged in his strong hands. Nipples neglected for many were pulled and twisted by his fingers. She closed her eyes and swayed with his movements. “When are we going to see her tits? You promised we’d see her tits.” The shock at the words startled her. She surfaced gasping from her loss of composure, ashamed at her weakness to resist long-forgotten desires. The sudden realization of the books that she had been asked for came to the fore — The Story of O, Fanny Hill, Justine, Lady Chatterley's Lover, Fifty Shades of Grey to name a few. Some even inquired about boy and Penthouse. She felt his hands seize her tits and squeeze hard. She winced. “Well, your admirers want to see your tits.” She heard the mocking t of his voice. Then she heard the ripping of her shirt and the sound of buttons bouncing of the library’s wooden floors. Her ample tits — she was a J cup size, were open for all to see. Leering voices drowned out her whimpering, “No, please no.” Holding her arms firmly behind her back, he pushed her to the front of the counter and into the full view of the library’s “customers.” She bent her head in total humiliation as her tits were fondled, squeezed and sucked on by a mix of older men and women. Her luious cunt was probed with aged fingers and tongues. Yet the tingling in her nipples and cunt persisted. The thought that she might in some way enjoy her embarrassment horrified her. Her eyes closed again, at once trying to blot out her degradation while fighting to hold back the feelings of desire that throbbed deep in her cunt. Multiple fingers probed and squeezed her, tongues sucked on her clit, teeth abraded her nipples driving her towards an orgasm that she fought to resist but also longed for. She felt his cock harden against her ass. It pleased her that this was his reaction to her body. She wanted him to fuck her, but she couldn’t ask. Dazed and naked she was half-led, half-dragged to an armless square leather couch in the middle of the library. As she was pushed down on her back, she offered little resistance. Her legs sed over the ends, and her big tits flopped to either side of her chest. She watched him tower over her, naked and with a massive thick cock quivering hard and predatory. Around her, computer and TV reens showed the third video of her . She was reaming, “Mommy, mommy! He’s fucking my ass. Oh shit mommy, it’s so sore!” His cock forced her hole open and fucked her mercilessly. Unable to stop herself, Jennie watched mesmerized as her was fucked in her cunt and hole. Cum flowed from her holes. Worse Jennie enjoyed it. Held by her wrists and ankles, she writhed on the couch. Those holding her were naked. Men masturbated and splashed cum over her, then used their cocks to rub their seed into her face and tits. Her mouth strained to suck the cocks. She wanted to wank the shafts herself. Several women rubbed wet cunts over her face. She had never tasted another woman’s cunt… had never savored her own. Now her face glistened with cunt juice. She squirmed as they ate her cunt. She found herself wanting to lick and suck their cunts. Taken to the hs of lust by strangers, she needed desperately to cum. She looked up at him. Saw the mocking, knowing smile on his face. The reams of her rang in her ears. “Fuck me you bastard. Show me how you fuck a real woman.” He bent over to lick and bite her tits. She moaned. She strained to push her cunt mound against his hard cock as it rubbed her engorged lips. At last, she gave in and reamed, begged, “I want your cock. Fuck me!” The penetration held nothing back. He drove hard into her slippery cunt and fucked her with relentless savagery. She came almost instantly. The nerve endings in her clit exploded, and her body was wracked with intense euphoric convulsions. “Fuck yes,” she moaned as he filled her long unused cunt with his thick warm shaft. His balls slapped rhythmiy against her cunt increasing her desire. She had not felt the others release her wrists or her grabbing their cocks and stroking furiously. She was lost in wanton, shameless lust. Her conservative core was shredded to reveal the slut within her. She looked at him again, her eyes unfocused with her hunger. “Fuck my hole. Hurt me.” Her ankles were seized, and her legs pulled roughly upward. Her dark-skinned hole was exposed and vulnerable. She reamed, and her body shuddered as he rammed his cock into a hole that was as tight and virginal as her ’s. She felt her ass split and anus tear as he made the passage his own. The thrusting of his cock felt as if he was in her belly. Her tits added to her pain as they bounced back and forward with each stab. On the laptop, she watched him fuck her ’s hole and listened to the high-pitched shrieks. He came in Jennie at the same moment that he came in her on the reen. Both cried out in pain and pleasure as their holes were filled with hot man-milk. Both orgasmed at the same time, both bodies shook and trembled at the intensity of the climax. “Oh fuck mommy, it’s so sore… and so good.” Jennie nodded. The mom was in total agreement with her slut . He stood up and stepped a pace back from her. She lay panting on the couch. Cum oozed from her hole. She caressed cum coated tits, felt cum matt her thick bush and fingered the wetness of her anus. Like the aftershocks of earthquakes, tingling sensations rippled over her skin. He nodded, and the onlookers fell on her like a pack of animals. He enjoyed watching her fucked, sucked and bitten until she was exhausted. He would use her again later. When it was over, he ped a collar and leash on her neck, pulled her up and led her to the door. Head bowed, she walked submissively, unsteadily and painfully. A trail of body fluid droplets stained the wooden floor. Behind her on the TV reens and laptops ed a new video. A split reen of mom and fucked and used. For the Librarian, life would never be the same. She had no wish for it to be the same. His black sedan was parked close to the library entrance. Only a few saw her naked body as opened the door and got into the back seat. The tinted windows sheltered her from the sun. The leather seat was cold on her ass. She smiled as she oozed cum from her cunt and hole. The bench would be easy to wipe down. She felt a tongue on her nipple. The gentle sucking and lapping reminded her of breastfeeding her . She looked down at the blonde hair. Her looked up. A twin of her collar was fastened around her neck. “Are we whores mommy?” Jennie smiled, “Yes. Yes, we are.” They kissed deeply, tasting the last vestiges of cum and closed their eyes to dream of what he had planned for them. You will feel pain and pleasure. Accept both on your knees. |
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