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It happened at the Library.
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It happened at the Library. She was an older single lady had worked at the library forever. Most would say older, but in truth she was only 40. She was on the edge of beautiful in an unassuming way. She was pleased with her looks; however, she was truly unaware that anyone noticed. She was always dressed in a simple, elegant style, the way her mother had taught her. Simple dresses and understated jewelry. Her dark long hair was always worn in an updo. The library patrons liked her, especially the men. She had killer bright blue eyes and a somewhat toothy smile. Several of the patrons flirted with her but she was shy and feigned indifference. She was single, never married with no . She’d had few suitors over the years. There was only one real relationship. When she was just 26, she met an older man of 50. They met right there in the library. Their friendship grew of the love of books. He’d mostly spoiled her for all other men. He was warm, gentle and generous with his affections. It was with him that she experienced real sex for the first time in her life. She had been with a couple of men. Selfish lovers whom never allowed her to climax. But he was different. An expert and arduous lover he taught her how to indulge in sex. They spent many evenings together in his bed exploring each other’s bodies. Giving each other one beautiful body quaking orgasm after another. Work at the library, she’d loved became tedious…just waiting and trying not to think of their next appointment. That is what he called their trysts, their appointments. He was always implicit, theirs was not a love affair, it was just sex. Whatever it was, it was the most exciting time of her life. Looking forward to his next to arrange an appointment had become the single focus of her days. Between appointments her lust would take over and she began masturbating. It was something she’d not entertained since she was a little girl. She was only three, when she’d discovered her sex and could not leave it alone. Punished for playing with herself became routine. Ultimately the spankings and beatings took hold and she’d stopped. Stopped until now. Her 50-year-old fuck buddy had offered her a new game to play and now her body demanded attention. The desire between her legs would take over and she felt as if she’d go mad if she could not release the sexual tension. Her new evening’s occupation had become one of pleasuring herself. Her hand alone was never satisfying so she experimented with different objects; perfume bottles, the crystal stopper from a decanter, her hairbrush and finally an empty champagne bottle ‘borrowed’ from a Christmas party. Quite honestly, the champagne bottle had proved to be a satisfying toy. Propped up in bed by several pillows, legs open and bent at the knee she’d tease herself with the bottle. Initially the bottle’s opening felt cool against her sex. Enticed by its long neck her vagina obligingly flowed with the sweet excretions of a woman’s sexual arousal. When the play turned lubricious, she used her legs and feet to work the bottle. Hands free she pinched and pulled her thick nipples into submission. The self-inflicted pain increases her excitement. Unwilling to resist any longer she throws herself across the bed and pushes the hard-green glass beneath her. Massaging her swollen clit against its hard surface she’d succumb to several orgasms of her own making. However today she decided on a pillow. Back when she was a naughty little girl apart from a favorite dolly her pillow had always worked best. So, she went back to straddling a pillow. It was a decorative pillow embroidered with rosebuds. She undressed, climbed into bed, and positioned the pillow between her legs. Across from the bed was an antique dresser with a large beveled mirror. Her naked reflection excited her. Her long dark hair spilled over her shoulders nicely framing her generous breasts and large areolas. She loved playing with her titties. She caressed handfuls of creamy flesh; grabbing and squeezing. Her pink and longish nipples grew stiff. She pinched and pulled to mimic the feeling of the 50-year-old paramour’s teasing teeth. With each mean twist her clit twitched and demanded, “harder”. Unable to hold back any longer she began. Straddling the pillow, she eagerly lowered herself onto the silk cord trim sewn along its edge. It was rigid enough to provide amazing stimulation. Taking a corner of the pillow in each hand she pulled it back and forth. She rose higher on her knees seductively spreading them a bit to more freely ride the pillow, her make-believe phallus. Initially her movements are slow and deliberate. Each pull of the pillow felt rough against her clitoris. Her body shivered with excitement. Immediately her sweet juices came and glistened upon the silk cord trim. The reflection of gorgeous tits bouncing excited her. She let go of one corner just long enough to roughly twist one erect nipple and then the other. She enjoyed causing herself pain. Encouraged she quickly dropped the other corner. Straightaway she had both of her little hands ardently torturing her flesh producing delicious red stinging pain. She pushed down and furiously fucked the pillow. Such was her arousal, that within seconds she was gushing onto the delicate fabric. Her orgasm was extreme due to her having waited for it all day. She was left breathless and fell back onto the bed as her clit throbbed with wicked self-indulgence. If he didn’t tomorrow for an appointment, she would greedily fuck the pillow again. Days went by and no . Feeling desperate and sexually deprived she wanted to but he had<b> forbidden </font></b>her to do so. Why not, she’d never thought to ask. It was only then that she realized he must be married. Did she feel bad being the other woman? No, damnit, she just wanted to fuck. Suddenly she excused herself from the circulation desk. She secreted a small perfume bottle from her purse and headed toward the private bathroom. She locked the door and looked around the room for a quick second. She pulled a wooden chair close to the wall. She pulled off her panties tossing them on the floor. With one foot up on the chair she reached under her dress and placed the perfume bottle against her pleading clit. The cap of the bottle was rounded, and the overall shape was long and slender. With her free hand she pushed inside her bra and began pinching. She leaned over and rested her head against the wall. Simultaneously twisting and pinching her nipple she began to thrust the bottle against her excited clit. Lubricious sex sounds quickly filled the small space. The silver charm bracelet she wore playfully jingled. God, she wondered if someone would hear. Despite the nasty sounds she made, she continued. Already in a state of arousal she quickly orgasmed. The orgasm was delicious and did her best not to make noise. She sat down and satiated in her pussy’s spasms. She gave the perfume bottle a casual sniff before returning it to her pocket. She stepped back into her panties and washed her hands. She deliberately left herself damp and squishy for the rest of the afternoon. Returning to the circulation desk, a co-worker glanced at her…she grinned back, retrieved the bottle and sprayed a small amount of perfume on her neck. And so, went her wait…days turned into weeks and she never heard from her 50-year-old sex guru again. Over the years she reflected on her time with him. Her body craved his touch. She went once or twice with other men, turned to be selfish lovers. Eventually she gave up on men and turned solely to sex toys. No matter the size or color of the toy they did serve their purpose, however, it was no equal to the touch of a generous partner and the heat of real cock in her pussy. At times she felt a bit depraved with her secret sexual desires. In addition to vibrating dildos she discovered female friendly porn. At home she’d watch video after video of wickedly beautiful women being pleasured by equally handsome men. Most evenings the porn helped rouse her enough where she’d happily climax with some new pink toy onto her office chair. She tried joining an adult friendly website, but she was hard pressed to enjoy all the pictures of angry cocks staring back from the computer screen. She much preferred the softness and roundness of a woman’s body. So, she went back to the porn. Her searches turned darker and the videos less vanilla. Beyond the myriad of videos of woman pleasuring themselves in front of a camera… she discovered videos of woman, girlfriend and wives being forced into having sex with the friends of their boyfriends and /or husbands. Sometimes even strangers that were found on the Internet. She found the cries and pleas or the overwhelming shyness of these women exciting. Stripped or undressed by the stranger then forced into sex while the husband filmed was extremely to watch. Initially the woman appeared scared. Eventually coaxed by their men the women succumbed to strangers’ cocks and tongues taunting their bodies into submission. Their tears dried quickly as they realized they were free to indulge themselves in new sexual experience. Dull sex with their husbands turned into something wild and free. Some women discovering themselves to be multi-orgasmic. It must be true sex with a stranger was a door into the erotic sexual experience she dreamed of. Like a pungent fragrance she could not rid herself of; her fantasies turned to those of having sex with a stranger. Just the thought would start her clit twitching. Every library patron became a potential sexual partner. As enticement, she began wearing her hair open and loose. Buttons on her dresses were left undone. She bras became lacier and more colorful in hopes of showing off in some quite corner. She donned silk panties which she believed were easier to remove. Then it finally happened. It was a Friday evening. Most of the library staff had gone home and just a couple of patrons were left clicking away in the computer room. Whichever co-workers did remain were in the work room located at the back. If she needed help, she could buzz them. The library was eerily quiet. She was watching the clock, looking forward to going home. Suddenly the automatic doors swooshed open and a man entered. He was fit and tall, delicious she thought. Then the unimaginable, the stranger gave her a flirtatious wink. He approached the counter and asked for some assistance in locating travel books. He explained that he was interested in India. The librarian a bit of an Indophile herself she knew exactly were those books would be found. She rang the bell and a coworker quickly appeared offering assistance. “No, No, No I’ll help him myself; I know exactly what he is looking for”. She flew around the counter and asked him to follow her. Her minds was racing….Travel books were on the other side of the history section….Back there the stacks were taller, wider, and poorly lit….Back there you could be passed on the floor and no one would ever see you….He followed her. She turned back and found him smiling. She blushed. Finally arriving at the travel section, she quickly located two books. He pretended to look but then complained that the lights were too dim to properly read them. Maybe they should go around to the end of stack where there was more light? She agreed. She led him of the stacks toward a more brightly lit area. Just before she stepped completely free of the dim light, the stranger grabbed her hand. She looked down at his hand and then up to his face. He stepped closer and kissed her. Letting go of her hand his arms encircled her and pulled her close. His kisses were seductive and deep. She kissed him back and completely surrendered herself. He pulled the zipper of her dress down and she stopped him. “Quickly, come with me”, and she led him down a short hall into a small dark storeroom. Once inside she locked the door and flipped on the light. It was small, there was just a worktable, two chairs and a few shelves with cleaning and mending supplies and a sink. She sat on the table and resumed unzipping her dress. She pulled it down around her waist relieving a sheer lace bra that bare contained her huge gorgeous breasts. He moved close, adeptly pulling her bra straps down and helped as she removed the bra altogether. He wasted no time and took her nipples into his mouth. She moaned and asked him to suck harder. While he did this she tried to down and unzip his pants. He pushed her down on the table, reached under her dress and easily pulled off her silk panties. He pushed two fingers deep inside and felt creamy wetness. He suckled her gorgeous tits and stroked her clit. She obligingly lifted herself higher onto the table. She was so wet and excited that she orgasmed with little effort. Her pussy was still contracting with spasms when he turned her face down and bent her over the table. He pushed her legs wide open. She was still catching her breath when his cock began to push inside her sweet tight pussy lips. He was huge and she gasped as she felt herself stretched open. He was determined and pushed one swollen inch in after another. He stopped and had to restrain himself. Her pussy was incredibly tight and juicy. Just then she wiggled and strained just enough to reignite him. He began slowly at first, then faster, but his excitement took over and his fucking turn rough and brutal. She imagined herself being forced although this was exactly w. It was wrong but the idea excited and thrilled her. She eagerly submitted to his violently fucking and orgasmed a second time. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt. She bit her lip to keep from screaming. She gushed and her legs shook uncontrollably. Her vaginal spasms excited him, and he pushed a thick finger into her ass. He held it firm with no complaint, he slowly worked it and began fucking her again. She bucked and grunted as he teased her ass. He wanted to give her a third orgasm before letting go. He stopped before she came, he turned her over for the second time. He slid his cock back inside her. Grabbing her by the back of the knees he pulled her up fucked her as deep as he could. He stopped long enough to bite and suck her nipples since she seemed to enjoy that so much. Harder she begs, bite me harder!” He worked in a few more deep thrusts before she began to cum, with her first gush he let go and came to. It was hard not to scream but they managed. He fell on top of her, both breathing hard as they rode the final jerks and spasms of their mutual orgasms. With slight embarrassment…. strangers after all…. they cleaned up as best they could, gathered their clothes and dressed. They both stood listening at the door before going back into the library. He gave her one final kiss and pinched her swollen nipples through her dress. He quickly left the library. She smoothed her hair and returned to the circulation desk to help her coworker lock up for the evening. The coworker asked what happened with patron looking for the India travel books. The librarian feigned but indifference and said he was please with what she’d shown him and hoped he’d be back for more. |
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