The Librarian

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By Jonathan Philips

You are a librarian…

You look up from your desk and there he is…the man of your secret fantasies.

As always, you feel your stomach lurch as you stare into his eyes, your heartbeat quickens and that deep, pulsing sensation between your legs presents itself.

Somehow you knew he would come in today and although it terrified you to think of it, you had already decided that today would be the day. You had worn a tiny, pleated skirt that had caused your co-workers to raise their eyebrows, but you didn't care, it was for him and for him alone.

He smiles down at you and you feel your heart skip and your nipples swell hot and sore beneath your blouse. He has some ridiculous research request and you feel your cheeks flush and your pussy tingle as you realise you will have to take him down to ‘local archives’ in order to find the reports he is looking for.

You stand up and catch his eyes slowly tracing across your body, taking in the smooth, naked flesh of your thighs. You tell your colleague that the gentleman needs some help downstairs and that you will be away from the desk for a short while. She simply grins at you and replies that you should take your time.

With as relaxed a tone as you can summon, you ask him to follow you and make small talk as you set off downstairs. You are aware that he is walking just a little behind you and wonder if it is so that he can take in your beautiful body as you walk, your naked legs and your round behind barely concealed beneath the tiny skirt.

You are very good at your job and you know precisely where to find what he is looking for, but it may take a little locating once you have reached the appropriate shelf.

You guide him to the bookshelf and tell him that it should only take a minute or two to find his reports. He says that this is no problem at all and that he will stand back and enjoy watching you at your work. Again you feel that tiny thrill between your legs and again your nipples tighten further.

You search the shelves diligently as you try to compose yourself. You know exactly where to look, but want to take your time, want to show him what could be his if only he dares to take it.

Standing up on tiptoes, you reach for the top shelf, aware that your indecently short skirt has risen a little and that he will so easily be able to see the curve of your bottom if he chooses to look. You are wearing heels today, accentuating your beautiful legs, but highly unsuitable for a librarian.

As you stretch tall you lose your balance, but suddenly - as you feel yourself begin to topple - you become aware of strong hands taking you by the waist and steadying you. You set your feet down once more, but he does not move from behind you. He offers to take the file he could see you reaching for and extends an arm. His body presses tightly against your own, his hot, moist breath teases at the back of your neck. You feel his hard cock pressing against the soft flesh of your bottom. You shut your eyes tight and draw in his aroma. Somehow his scent is exactly as you imagined it would be, clean, fresh and undeniably masculine.

You release a tiny moan from the back of your throat, willing him to take you there and then, but he does not...he simply steps backwards again and sets the file down on a nearby reading table.

Your cheeks begin to burn as you stand there disappointed, but you do not turn around. You feel more than a little foolish, but you are sure that you felt his arousal, his stiff prick letting you know just how much he wants you too.

The ensuing silence is finally broken as he speaks. He tells you that he thinks one of the reports he is looking for is filed on the very bottom shelf. Just because you are so damn good at your job you know that it is not and begin to tell him so, but he cuts you off, insisting that it is and suggests that you bend down to take a look.

Your pussy fires a deeper, more dangerous pulse, fear and excitement mingling into one, as you realise that to reach down to that shelf, in your heels, your tiny little skirt will ride so high and your behind will be totally exposed and his for the taking.

Swallowing hard, you agree that perhaps he is right and that you should at least check and slowly…you begin to bend from your waist.

Your heart beats wildly in your chest as the soft cloth of your skirt gently caresses higher and higher, exposing the smooth, naked flesh of your thighs. You are wearing a tiny pair of black, lace knickers today and reveal more and more of yourself with every passing moment.

You know that you are entirely exposed now and feeling somewhat braver, you part your legs, pretending to be searching to the sides and consequently allowing him the view of your tight little mound, barely concealed beneath the soft lace of your underwear.

You wonder what he must be thinking as you give yourself to him so blatantly, but the question becomes quite redundant and you gasp aloud, your body spasmsming reflexively to the touch of his hands beneath your skirt.

You dare not look around as you feel his fingers slide beneath the waistband of your knickers and begin to draw them slowly downwards. You release tiny, anguished moans as you feel your underwear slip lower and lower still. There is a moment of resistance as he pulls them away from where your inner thighs and the swell of your pussy meet, but finally, they come away loose before he leaves them stretched against your knees, highlighting your complete naked vulnerability.

A shiver runs up the length of your spine as you accept that he will now be able to see your tight little pussy and you pray that he takes it quickly.

You cry out as you feel his thumb press against the base of your slit. He begins to draw it upwards, applying a little pressure and parting your lips as he moves. You can feel how wet you are and for a moment you are a little ashamed that your desire for him is so apparent, but his touch is just perfect and you drop your jaw and moan gently, pressing your body backwards a little and forcing him deeper still.

As he reaches the top, he does not touch your clitoris directly, but slips to the side of it and begins to circle round and around with the soft pad of his thumb. He teases your swollen clit gently, but mainly from the sides and always with a feather light caress.

He finally releases you and gasping, you feel as though your heart might break. You quickly become aware however, that he has fallen to his knees and you release an impassioned sigh as you feel his thumbs press deeply against the cool flesh of your arse cheeks as he guides them apart, stretching you wide.

You cry out desperately and unashamedly as you feel his lips press against your cunt. He kisses you several times; big, pulsing, wet kisses, introducing his tongue before lapping against you.

You shiver as you feel yourself entered, his strong tongue slipping between your lips and fucking you as his mouth sucks. He laps at your slit, teases your clit in a circular motion before, once more returning to those deep, sucking-wet kisses.

You grip hard onto the shelf, feeling it wobble unsteadily as your handsome stranger eats you from behind.

Faster and faster his jaw works against you, sucking you, fucking you, lapping at you and teasing you so quickly and so lightly with the very tip of his tongue.

Tighter and tighter your body is wound and you know that you are just moments away from a monumental orgasm. The idea of having your climax rip through you with this man's face buried between your thighs is pure heaven, but there is one thing you need more importantly and you tell him exactly what that is.

You tell him as crudely and as vulgarly as anyone ever has done, but you need his cock inside of you and you demand that he fucks you hard.

You feel his mouth leave you, hear him release a deep animal moan as he stands and unfastens his trousers. You bite down against your lower lip as you stand there, legs splayed wide and desperate for him to take you quickly.

His dick touches against your pussy lips and you cry out. He draws it up and down, parting you and causing a tiny trickle of your juices to slip across your inner thigh.

Desperately you beg him to fuck you and you feel one hand claw painfully at an arse cheek, pulling it aside a moment before he thrusts forward and forces his shaft deep inside of you.

You both cry out loudly. Surely they must have heard in the library upstairs, but you no longer care. His cock is inside of you and your tight pussy pulses around it so sweetly.

You moan as he begins to draw outwards, your body reflexively going with him, desperate for him not to leave you, but he does not slide away completely and at the last moment, he powers back inside and you release an anguished cry once again.

Steadily he builds his pace, forcing his big, hard cock in to you, slipping in and out so easily as your tight, wet cunt sucks against him. Faster and faster he moves sending shuddering waves of pleasure up your spine. You thrust backwards against him at the final moment, feeling the head of his penis rub tightly along your inner wall.

You both gasp loudly now, both so close to finding your release. His cock penetrating you feels like heaven. You have dreamt about it for so long, teased your poor little pussy with sticky fingers, but here and now, the man of your fantasies is fucking you just the way you longed for him to.

His balls slap against your clitoris, the soft flesh of your bottom against his lower abdomen, with every deep thrust of his hips.

You feel the tension of your body rise with a wonderful frustration, a wave surging towards the inevitable point where it comes crashing down beneath its own weight. Your clitoris sends lightning like shocks throughout your body and your breathing becomes desperate and ragged. You begin to release short high-pitched cries, no longer concerned by how loud you are being as finally your muscles contract and your breath catches.

There is that moment of absolute nothingness…of freefalling. Your body has stopped moving against him, your every muscle is taught and then it happens. You release a deep shuddering moan as you feel your orgasm wash through you, wave after wave of outrageous pleasure pulsing from your clitoris throughout your body. You grab desperate breaths where you can, but each time, you are sucked back into the pure bliss of your climax.

As you begin to slow and deeper surges of pleasure course through your body, you become aware that he is still thrusting inside of you, a little slower now, but nevertheless he has yet to cum.

You relax that little bit further and feel him steadily increase his pace once more, his breathing growing yet more fraught and in a split second of clear thinking, you realise that you cannot let him climax inside of you. The bathroom is through the far side of the library and you can’t risk having his cum trickling down your legs as you return to work, although the very idea is a deliciously naughty one.

Quickly, you stand upright, allowing his dick to slip out of you entirely and you turn and fall to your knees. You grab the base of his cock in a fist and thrust your soft lips down upon him. You suck him hard and wet, tasting yourself against him. You masturbate him furiously, pressing the flat of your tongue tight against his shaft as you withdraw with each wet slurp of your mouth.

Suddenly he rakes his fingers into your hair hard and holds his hips still. You feel his dick held rigid between your lips, but then, with a desperate cry, he convulses and begins to spurt jet after hot, sticky jet of his cum deep inside of your mouth.

You are a good girl and you know just how a cock should be sucked. You temper your mouth to his body perfectly. Masturbating him hard at first and then - as he begins to slow - sucking him with soft, wet lips, all of the time swallowing down his sticky semen.

Finally he relaxes and you hold him in your mouth for a moment, staring up at the blissful expression on his face, his eyes tight shut as the last thrills slip through his body.

He opens his eyes and smiles down at you as you withdraw his cock, a last thin strand of cum dripping from the tip against your chin and you cheekily slip it between your lips with a fingertip.

You tidy yourselves up quickly, more than a little embarrassed by what you have just shared, but glowing from the sheer thrill of it.

As you both climb the stairs on shaking legs, back into the public library, he thanks you for all of your help and tells you that he will not be needing the reports today after all, but will probably need to come in many times in the coming weeks to research some other papers and he would be very grateful for any further assistance you might be able to offer.

You explain to him that it is always a pleasure to help someone find exactly what they are looking for and that any time you can be of assistance, all he needs do is ask.

You watch as he leaves and smile naughtily to yourself, aware of your pussy all sticky and pulsing between your legs and the taste of his beautiful cock, still upon your lips.


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