The Library
She never thought she’d find herself horny at the library of all places.
She was crossing her legs firmly underneath the table to ease the ache whilst twirling a lock of wet, blond hair. As she continued reading her teeth bit down on the inside of her lip as to ground herself in reality. It was just a book.
The tall and muscular businessman had just forced the young secretary to bend over on his desk, her panties on the floor and her bare bottom high up in the air. Her red bodycon dress was pulled up to her hips, the straps fallen down to reveal her black push-up bra that were showcasing her big, perky breasts. She dared push the black glasses farther up the bridge of her nose.
He was feeling up her soft cheeks as he reached for her ponytail. She gasped. The businessman smirked, retrieving his hand from her ass. It hovered in the air for a moment, before connecting with her bottom with a loud smack.
The secretary arched her back from the suddenness of the slap, but the soreness of her now red cheeks was followed by a startling reaction coming from between her legs. She felt a wetness form there. She knew if the underwear was still on it’d leave a mark.
For several dragged on minutes the spanking continued, leaving the woman on the desk more and more aroused every time. She felt needy and ready for whatever her boss had planned.
Suddenly her skimpy dress felt too hot, too stiff. She wanted it off, to feel his touch rummage all over her naked skin.
She looked over her shoulder to see the man had stopped his hand’s torturous contact with her bottom, now staring at her with an unreadable expression. His dark gaze was penetrating, his plump lips pulled into a straight line.
She didn’t care about her dignity at the moment, showing all her sexual needs in her eyes. She wanted him to know what he did to her body, how his touch set her skin ablaze. Maybe he’d fire her right after this, but she didn’t care.
The businessman hardened at the look on her face, the flush on her fair cheeks and the intensity in her green eyes. He wished for her to always look at him the same, he loved seeing her turned on and needy for release. A release she knew only he could give her.
He removed his grip on her hair, taking a slow few steps back to watch her. She didn’t move until he gave her a short nod. She faced him, still standing by the desk,with her uncovered, shaved pussy and laced bra on display, her sore butt pressed to the hard, wood furniture. Her red lips were slightly open and she licked them quickly.
He wore his killer smirk, which sent her knees shaking in her stiletto high heels. Her long, manicured nails dug into the desk. She watched as he moved his fingers to his black tie, loosening it and finally taking it off altogether and throwing it on the office chair. Next he unbuttoned his white shirt and took off his dark blue suit jacket. He still wore the shirt open when he moved to his belt, taking it off roughly as he stared into the secretary’s drooling gaze. Her heart was either razing out of her chest, too fast to detect it, or it had stopped completely. She didn’t know what else to do than stand there and watch as layer after layer of clothing was taken off.
Wearing only his black suit pants and leather shoes he strode up to her, placing his hands on her hips. His fingers pinched the material of the scrunched up dress.
“Take it off,” he whispered with his dark, rough voice. She pulled the dress over her head and leaned on the desk in only high heels and black bra. He watched her cleavage lower and rise with each breath she took.
She gasped as he took her soft hand in his, guiding it to the front of his pants. She was amazed to feel the hardness under the fabric beneath her touch, her core clenching tightly. He guided her into the hem of the pants, letting her fingers trail to his hardened length. She felt her mouth watering at the sheer size of him, wondering how it’d feel inside her.
Unaware, she’d started tugging on his member, feeling him from the top, to the bottom of his balls. She was only brought back to reality when she heard him moan in her ear.
She finally returned his stare, his eyes so dark they seemed black. He’d removed his hands from her, now grabbing her left cheek and the top of her neck. He leaned forward, it looked like he was going to kiss her. Just as his lips hovered above hers and she was about to close her eyes he pulled back, slightly.
“Get on your knees.”
She didn’t hesitate, falling to her knees as if ready to pray. But it wasn’t God that she wanted to please today.
She didn’t miss a second of him pulling his pants and underwear down slightly, freeing his massive cock from its restrictions. She wasn’t sure if she was drooling, having her mouth wide open and ready as it was.
She knew what he wanted her to do, and to be honest - it was just what she wanted as well.
“Mmm.”
The young woman was shifting uncomfortably in her seat, looking around in a panic when she realized she’d moaned right out into the open space. Thankfully it was practically empty in the library; she had only found herself there to escape the pouring rain outside, which had postponed her train home for the next few hours or so. The librarian sat on the computer with a sour expression, probably upset having to stay at work after 8 pm on a Friday.
By the end of the long table which she occupied sat a man she’d never seen before, engrossed in his own book and earbuds on. He was out of her line of sight, but she was most certain he hadn’t been attentive enough to witness her embarrassing, oral expression of sexual desires.
She sighed in relief, but another obstacle surfaced. Her legs were still crossed in an attempt to block out her aching needs. She wasn’t sure she’d ever felt something like this, even when together with any of her previous partners. She blamed it on not having had sex for at least 11 months at this point, ever since the break up with her boyfriend of two years.
She missed sex, but had managed taking care of her needs on her own. Had she’d been at home, in her bedroom, she’d already been naked on the bed, her white wand between her aching, wet folds - writhing and moaning on the bed sheets whilst listening to the constant buzzing echoing in the room.
But she wasn’t at home, she was at the library and with no way to get back to her apartment, because of the damn never ending storm going on outside.
She leaned back in her stool, closing her eyes trying to calm down. She sat there for almost ten minutes, the pressure in her core only getting worse.
She stared around the room, knowing she could not wait to get home. After making sure no one was looking her way, she grabbed her purse and the book and as casually as possible made her way towards the gendered bathrooms.
The twenty or so steps there felt like an eternity to walk, which was only made worse when she read the paper sign taped on the door of both bathrooms;
-OUT OF ORDER-
Panicked, she pulled the handles, only to find them locked. Still she was practically falling apart from the pressure and tingling feelings in her lower stomach, she knew she couldn’t wait anymore. She looked around the quiet bookshelves, choosing a row the farthest away from the librarian and the stranger at her table. It was a poetry section, the shelves layered with dust and seemingly deserted. She doubted anyone had visited this part of the library for some time.
She leaned her back on one of the bookcases, facing away from the direction she came from, and dropped the fake Michael Kors bag on the floor. She hurriedly, and with a crumb of embarrassment, slid the form fitting pencil skirt up like the woman in the book had - but only pulled her pink thong panties to her lower thighs.
She hesitated before reaching for her clit, taking a last look around and listening for any movement. It was quiet, so she finally let herself touch her nub. Almost euphoric sensations wrecked her body at once, causing her to tremble on shaky feet.
She continued rubbing herself in slow circles, biting back loud moans until she was just a whimpering mess between the shelves. Her painted fingers traveled lower to her fold, finding herself dripping wet and responsive to her own touch. She pushed a finger inside and continued thrusting deeply, in and out, in a tireless pace. She wanted to scream out, it felt so good, but settled with adding another finger.
She’d never touched herself in public before, the thought of getting caught surprisingly adding to the pleasure. It felt forbidden, menacing.. addictive. She never thought masturbating without toys could feel so good, she didn’t even miss the comfort of her vibrator.
She felt her wetness dripping down the inside of her leg, and could tell she was almost there.
She quickened her pace, the wet sounds coming from the act so frustratingly arousing. She was whimpering and moaning so uncontrollably now she had to cover her mouth with her free hand, erotic noises and huffs for air coming from her lips.
She was going to come. She was going to come in the public library, hidden amongst copies of Mr. Poe and Bukowski. She had her eyes closed, now thrusting inside her wet pussy with three, manicured fingers. She panted, longing for an orgasmic release.
But something felt strange. Call it intuition, but something had changed in the last minute or so. She was about to come, but couldn’t focus on it. She opened her eyes and bit back a scream.
The stranger from the table was standing just a few feet from her, arms crossed over his chest where he leaned by the opposite bookcase, an amused smirk on his lips and a wicked glint in those brown eyes. His short, dirty blond hair was messy and free from the hood he’d been wearing earlier.
She immediately removed her hand from her crotch, her heart standing still, and moved to pull up her panties.
“Stop,” he said, only loud enough for her to hear it. She didn’t understand what was happening, why was he smiling at her? He was staring at her face, his smile softening to something less smug. “Keep going.”
She was dumbfounded. Did this stranger just ask her to masturbate in front of him?! She opened her mouth to decline, but no words came out. Her hand was still on her wet thigh, reaching for her thong. She should fix her clothes and get the fuck out of there - screw the raging storm outside! What was getting soaked in the rain to losing all what was left of her dignity?
Still she just stood there, unable to move or say anything. Even after being caught by a stranger her core still ached for release, her pussy was still dripping with desire.
She thought over his request. Yes, they were strangers. Whatever happened here in this moment wouldn’t matter because they’d never see each other again. This was a large city, after all.
Her pussy quivered at the idea, it was highly arousing and hot. She didn’t want to overthink it.
Her fingers left her thigh and traveled back to her wet core, knowing she’d have to work herself back to the peak of release again since being disrupted.
The strange man watched her, the blond, blue eyed woman in a patterned pencil skirt and white blouse who caressed her naked mound in front of his prying eyes. Who seemed to get off on it.
It made his cheeks pull, and he stepped closer to inspect the beauty that had closed her eyes again. A deep, pink blush covered her cheeks, the makeup she’d done that morning smudged from the rain.
He’d already been there when she arrived, too caught up in his study books to notice her at first. It was first when his phone died and the dense silence of the room was interrupted by her horny moan that he did. He hadn’t dared move to charge his phone after that, curious what she’d do next.
When she took off in the direction of the closed off bathrooms and didn’t come back, he knew something was up. He hadn’t expected to hear her soft cries of pleasure only a few steps away from the stalls, but it was a welcomed surprise.
He looked down to where she was now fucking herself with two fingers, thrusting deeply into her own wetness. He felt himself getting hard at the sight.
Her plump breasts were peaking through the cleavage of her blouse, her hardened nipples visible through the thin fabric. He reached over to open the first buttons, causing the woman before him to open her eyes in surprise. He paid her no mind, keeping on unbuttoning the sheer blouse. She was still rubbing herself, but slower - curious what this stranger was doing to her. He finished all the buttons and her petite, naked breasts fell out in all their glory. Her nipples were a bright pinkish red, just like her lips.
He touched her tits, pinching and twisting the nipples until she moaned in pain provoked pleasure. He bent down and licked the roundness of the breast, stopping to suck in her hard nipple. She moaned and panted, his left hand leaving her chest to grab the hand between her legs. She pulled it away, giving him access to inspect her pussy with his fingers.
Pushing inside her in scissoring motions he took them out and inspected the sticky substance on them. The look on her face was pure surprise and embarrassment, followed by lust as he put the same fingers in his mouth - tasting her juices. He grunted as he tasted her sweetness, staring into her big eyes.
He placed his hands on her hips and nuzzled her neck, placing moist pecks on her gulping throat. She gasped as he spun her around, grabbing her hands to place them on the dusty shelves. He looked down on her naked, full butt, then reached down to pull her panties fully off her. He took the fabric to his face and sniffed it, taking in her natural smell, before pocketing it.
Meanwhile she was breathing deeply in anticipation of what was to come. She couldn’t see him, but heard clothing rustle - recognizing the sound of a belt opening.
His thumb caressed her hole from behind, pink and swollen, ready for his thick length. He rubbed his tip over it, spreading around her wetness.
“This okay?” he whispered in her ear. She moaned quietly and it was the last reassurance he needed.
He pushed his full cock inside, her walls grabbing on to him as if they never wanted to let go. He pushed her against the shelves roughly, earning only grunts of approval.
“Mmm, y-yesss.” Deeper. Harder. Faster. He did all that. He was big, thick and long - stretching her innards like they’ve never been before. She wished she’d get to see it before he’d thrust himself inside her, imagining the size of the hard, veiny dick.
He was panting, looking down to watch where their bodies connected. Seeing his cock going in and out of her in a rhythmical pace. His balls were slapping in the air. He gripped her hips tighter, gathering her hair in a fist and pulled her face to his. He kissed her lips, tasting the mint from her bubblegum and the saltiness from the tears flowing down her cheeks as she bit down her moans. He let go of her hip and covered her mouth with the hand, whispering in her ear;
“You can moan, quietly.” She sighed loudly at that, making his grip on her face harder. As did his thrusts. He was breathing hard, quickly looking around to make sure they were still alone. The bitchy librarian was still at her computer, standing up after finishing her third cup of coffee. She’d need a heck of a lot more if she was to survive this awful night. Meanwhile the two strangers she’d been spending the last few hours with were no longer as bothered by the confinement or the storm.
The woman felt the familiar pressure in her abdomen increase, the stranger breathing in her hair and pulling on her hip, feeling her walls tighten around his shaft. He knew she was close, and hearing her soft, supple cries underneath his palm brought him closer to the edge. By the sounds she made he knew she wouldn’t last long, and began thrusting inside her harder. She bit back a scream, her eyes rolling into her head as she saw pure white light of ecstasy. Her insides experiencing the best kinds of torturous pleasures.
He was slamming into her, her hands losing grip on the bookcase to try and stop her head from hitting the hard, wood planks. Books were falling off the shelves to the floor in loud bangs, but when nobody came to check on it they continued on.
He felt himself nearing his climax, egged on with the woman around him biting into his palm. He swore breathlessly, not able to form a proper sentence. Then he reached his peak.
Her pussy clamped around his pulsing cock as they both came, moaning and thrusting whilst they experienced the hottest orgasm of their lives. She felt his warm cum shoot inside her as he nuzzled his face in her neck. He’d removed his hand from her mouth, allowing her to finally breathe freely. He grunted as he softened inside her, still gripping her body for support before standing up.
He looked down to their connected bodies, slowly pulling out and watched the thick, white liquid leaking from her swollen cunt. He placed his thumb on her clit, rubbing his cum on her skin, earning himself a tired, soft moan. He smiled, looking over her shoulder to watch her eyes flutter, her makeup even more smudged than before. He didn’t mind it, she looked properly fucked and satisfied.
He helped her to pull down the pencil skirt, then buttoned her blouse as she tried to comb through her nestle of long blond hair. She licked her sore lips where his hand had pressed on for half an hour, looking pretty dazed. Then she looked around, realizing the rain seemed to have slowed down - not all gone yet, but maybe enough for her train to be scheduled within the hour.
When she looked back at the stranger she knew he’d thought the same and was already making his way to collect his stuff from the long table. Just as she picked up her handbag and was about to run after him, he was already gone. And the librarian sat down in her chair with her new cup of coffee.
