Chapter 1
******This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*****
There's this nice, chocolate, handsome security guard who works at my library . He's a security guard for the library. His name is James ShawI. I have been around plenty of security men., but none as handsome as him. He calls himself a blerd but he can definitely knock the Sonic rings out of me.
This job required him to stroke my clit like his fingers did the keyboard. It required me to get on my knees and suck the tip of his head until I brought him to ecstasy. I can just taste his cum oozing down my throat.
He is always so nice to me. James always walks me to my car at night. I wanted to repay him for his kindness. He was always so gentle and kind with me . His tenderness made me throb. As he talked, my eyes explored his body. I could see his firm pecs under his shirt. I could only wonder what else was under there. I want to kiss every ab he had. I wonder if he noticed me zoning out while he was talking. I actually don't hear a word he says. I'm too busy thinking about me cumming on his dick or admiring the way his shirts fit so well over his ripped chest. Just the thought of it makes my pussy quiver. I wonder does he notice me slide my hand into my panties, rubbing my clit in nice slow circles as he stands over me at my desk. Masturbating under the desk while he looks me in my eyes, unaware of what was really going on, is so riveting. I want him to catch me in the act, be intrigued, and take me to my storage room so I could sit on his face. I want to trace his nipples with my tongue. He looked really smart, but he also looked like he could beat it up. He is tall, slender, with pretty white teeth and beautiful smile. When I think of him I think of us in the storage closet in my library. He would come up behind me, grab me by my neck, and fuck me passionately. Then he would turn me over and slide my panties to the side while he gave me deep strokes on the table. Going slow and deep. Me trying not to make noises. I can hear him tell me how much of a good girl I was for taking all his dick. I would whisper in his ear between moans how I wanted him to cum for me.... Gripping my slippery walls around his big black dick. He always told me he was here to help but damn those computers, my voluptuous body is the one that needs help.
He said his job is to protect and serve. Well, he could seeve this pussy .I could serve him my voluptuous body. I would ride that dick like a pony, slut you out, make you find all my spots until I squirt...yea..work on you.
I quickly put the thought in the back in my mind and went about my day doing boring tasks.
It's was a Monday morning and it had been busy already. Storytime with classes and people needing tech help. It was eleven before I had a break. Shit, finally a moment to take a breath. I clicked on one of my internet tabs when he walked it. Time slowed down as my eyes went up and down his body. Hey Mrs. Frizzle, do you need anything? In my head I was thinking, to slide your dick down my throat, but of course I couldn't say. I give him a list of problems that the teachers had been barking at me and he went upon his way. I am fooling myself. He can have anyone. Why would he want a 40 year old... MILF/BBW I might add, with a fupa? I quickly chased my naughty thoughts out my mind and started shelving books. After about 30 mins, he emerged from the hallway. "I need to get something out the storage room,"he said. "You know where it is," I answered.
The thought of him in a dark storage closet alone turned me on. My large perky nipples hardened under my shirt There's this nice, chocolate, handsome computer guy who works at my school. He's the computer technician. His name James Shaw. I have been around plenty of IT people, but none as handsome as him. He calls himself a nerd, but he can definitely knock the Sonic rings out of me. I like nerds. Every girl doesn't want a rapper or a thug. He was always so helpful, answering all my questions, asking if I needed anything, and listening to me vent. With him I didn't feel dumb or like a bother. He was so smart, he fixed everything. But...It was one thing that needed to be fixed that only he had the tools for. There was a job I wanted to give him , but I wasn't sure if he could handle all these titties and fupa.
“Mr. Shaw can you help me get something from the top shelf. “ When I walked into the storage closet, he was facing the shelves against the wall. I walked up behind him as close as I could, and pressed my large, firm breasts against his back. I reached around him and stuck my hand under his shirt on his bare chest. I slowly moved my hand down from his chest, to his stomach, and stopped when my hands were half way in his pants. I could feel his abs and the soft hairs that lay in his pubic area. He was already trembling.
I brought my mouth close to his ear and whispered, "Can I ?" I flicked my tongue along his ear.
