The Librarian

Down a long, winding, driveway, bordered by deeply enchanting forest, I finally pulled up to a cute and cozy marine-blue cabin. Sunset’s brilliance was fading quickly to shy starlight. My nipples pebbled impishly beneath my thin, moonlight-white blouse. I searched my back seat for warmth, even just my teal, homemade, crocheted scarf. It was the Pacific Northwest for books sake! I always had warmer layers lingering in my FJ. Where was my green library ‘Booked For The Weekend’ hoody when I needed one? Or my blue ‘I LOVE Brainy People’ or even my black, ‘Books For Days!’ Or ‘I Read And I know… Stuff.’ Or my newest favorite, “Don’t Burn Books, Burn The Establishment.” Oh well, it’s merely human anatomy.” I adjusted my black, leather suspenders to rest over my firm nipples. “There.” Not warmer. No. But a tad less titty forward.

Carefully, I made my way from one large slate stepping stone to the next, secure in my traction while wearing my black boots on a slippery surface in the waning sunlight. The moon was already out. Waiting. Glowing. The sky shifting its priority all ‘sky-princess attention seeking’ to all that glimmered and sparkled amid the deep dark. I took a deep cleansing breath and allowed myself to just enjoy the simple moment. It was so peaceful there. In the forest. His forest.

Finally, I stood on his front porch, nervous with anticipation and over-practicing. Practicing what I would say. Excuse me, but you have a book overdue… I thought the sentence to myself, to test the weight of it. My severe tone… if I could muster one. I mean- I was pretty sure. I used to practice and test on it. Always getting so wet in my panties knowing I’d be lecturing someone very naughty. And phrasing my criticism that way seemed as sensible a way to begin as any sentence. And then we would talk punishment. I mean, fines.

Not punishment. Not really. Just a couple of dollars due as a penalty. But this part never seemed to go well. They got indignant and fussy.

And I despised fussy.

Or I suppose I could try a new way- a little more innocent naivety. A little more me. I adjusted my suspenders again, feeking frisky and frustrated.

Like- “Oh my, well, it seems your books are overdue. I’m shocked by such disrespectful treatment of pages and bindings,” and there my mind conjured up a blue hammock binding me into place in the forest beyond my Library. Sheltering me under boughs of pine trees as I was taught a lesson in flesh. As a strong hand smacked down on my lustful tooshie, all the while moaning out my growing bliss at being sternly corrected for once.

I was so over and done with correcting everyone else. Correcting their sentence structure or their pronunciation. Just, I craved- yearned- to be the one being admonished, for once. Admonish me so hard. I pulsed my pussy a few times, as it fluttered, wetness soaking my lacy, lavender panties. My full, strong thighs touching, I pressed them even closer together. Hoping for some kind of contact. A hint of happy. pussy. glow.

I was one of The Librarians. A people older than books. A culture as ancient as written word. We were not meant to collect money, not really, but I was not sure how to collect what I truly needed. What I wanted. Yearned for, so desperately my heart ached. I yearned for companionship. For touches. Caresses. For affection. Even pleasure-y touches… Not currency. No…

Skinship. So much of it.

My skin and their skin…pressed against each other, hot and sweaty skin and accelerated heartbeats. It would be so sexy. So perfect. So zoomy. So very sensual and amazing.

Plus! I would even take my glasses off for it.

I would take my glasses off SO HARD!

A turquoise door opened, my heart zoomed and my glasses steamed to foggy. Oh no! I had foggy face!

“Excuse me, Sir, ah, Mr. Fayer?” I tripped over my usually flawless delivery. Frippery! And pushed my glasses up onto my head.

“Yes, My Dearest, but its just Maurias.” He stretched his arms up high, and I sneaked a peak at a narrow swath of abdomen. Oh my.

“Oh. Thats quite lovely. Maurias.”

“Thank you…?”

“Oh right! My name. I’m The Librarian.” How could I lose my train of thought so quickly?

“Does “The Librarian” have a first name?”

“Well, yes, though its hardly necessary to call me Jane. when I’m here to collect what you owe to the library for your overdue books.”

“Not just one?” He rumbled, not at all bewildered. He took a step closer to where I stood on his front porch. I pushed my glasses back to their rightful perch on my nose, clearing my throat. I could feel my needy nipples rub against my suspenders in a painfully pleasurable manner, leaving me gasping in a delighted yet disgruntled breath. Mmm. I needed much more that just hints of touch.

“Heh hmm. Multiple books.”

He took another step closer. His bare toes to my booted toes. My heart rate zoomed. “Multiple.” He stated calmly though the look in his eye was intensely steamy. Direct and hot. Focusing solely on my lips, my eyes. And search the stars but he was eyeing… my glasses! Like he liked them on me. But more than that. Like he could see me beneath them. See directly into my secret wants and hopes. I stood my ground, my porch and toes, waiting and ready for what might come next.

“Several.” I replied with decorum, as a Librarian is trained to do, yet with a longing billowing up inside me. Not exactly what I craved to be inside me…

“Oh, I can give you several, Jane.” He smiled all roguishly and gorgeous, my pussy squeezed on nothing in anticipation. She was a scholar after all. My pussy. Beatrice. That was her name. And I was determined to teach Beatrice everything and that included the naughtiest of books which were at my disposal.

Mr. Fayer- Maurias- continued eyeing my fantastic spectacles, taking an eye train ride downward as his focus found my opened silver-white blouse- which, let’s face it, was basically see through, there- caressing my cleavage with his notice, he bit his lower lip. He looked like he was about to cum. From just a simple glance? Oh my. Oh my yes. This patron of the library would do just fine.

He would do for me.

And I would do what I was trained to do. I would educate this man on the lore of The Librarian.

I would scold him sooo good. So long and vigorously hard. He would quake with longing and lust. Mayhap even love, all for The Librarian. Well…

I giggled.

All for me.

Jane Teele. The most lustful librarian Maurias would ever meet. Or ever need. He simply did not yet grasp his fate. Oh, but I would grasp so much more than that. I would take his hot, turgid skin in my hands and pull his penance from him. Stroking over smooth, soft heat and bold rigid strength beneath.

“Jane.” He spoke softly but boldly, bringing my attention back to him and his yumminess. “Your attention wanders.”

“Oh! Pardon me. Lots of thinking happening.”

“Mayhap too much thinking. How about less thinking, and more feeling?”

“Oh yes. I want to feel… everything.”

“You will, trust me. I’ll make your pussy so very wet and ready it will squelch for me. So blissful and happy. I will pleasure you so well, you’ll never want to leave me. Never want another’s touch. Only mine. I’ve been waiting for you to notice me. But first- someone needs to be punished. What was the word you used? Reprimanded, was it?”

“Mmm hmm.” I nodded in agreement. “Yes, Maurias.” Oh! Frax yes! My quim quivered. Yes. Quivered with longing and something akin to hope. Lusting to love on that man. I longed to be reprimanded. Scolded. Taught a sensual lesson neither I nor Beatrice would ever forget. Ever. Ever. I was so ready to experience everything sexy, hot, and naughty I had ever read about. As studious as I was, well, I felt certain I would be rather passionate in practice.

Maurias skimmed his larger than mine hand along the side of my pencil skirt, up along the outside of my thigh, curving back to rub over the plush yet strong globe of my ass, squeezing gently before leaning closer. I sucked in a breath, a little hum of a moan slipping from me at his proximity and all the yummy things we could do for each other. Given the go ahead, of course. And I yearned to go ahead. To pull his head down to my breasts as my fingers threaded through his thick hair, shifting against him until he licked or kissed my breasts, my nipples. Maybe he would even suck my pert nip nips through my silky blouse. Suckling my flesh, gentiy biting and pulling, lathing me with his tongue.

“My Sweet, Loverly Librarian. My Juicy Jane… you are overdue for pleasure.” Oh my, was I! Mmm.

“Yes, Maurias. So much. Mucho much. Please touch me!”

“I will, My Lusty Librarian. But first,” he nuzzled my neck, whispering with sexy conviction and the hottest, fricking panty-squelching rumble of a growl, “your lucious tooshie is mine to spank. And you, Gorgeous Jane, are mine to pleasure.”

“Yours, Maurias. Always Yours.”

“Forever. Jane. Say it.”

“Mr. Fayer. Forever.” I giggled. Me. A stern Librarian. Giggled.

Maurias smiled so gorgeously hot, my glasses steamed over. His firm hand pushed down on my back until I was bent over his porch swing. Which was more of a queen sized bed hanging from chains. My face pressed against its cozy soft memory foam pad and thick, furry throw blanket. Fuzzy fibers welcomed my face, tickling my skin. And suddenly I felt cool night air against the back of my legs, my quim and my exposed bottom. He pulled my skirt down around my ankles. My panties barely covered anything. Maurias would get an eyefull. Oh how that made me gush and moan, feeling so turned on by his careful and thorough treatment. Warm, roughened hands carressed along my tooshie, sparking zings of pleasure sensations along my spine and straight to my clit. I could feel it swell with want and hope for more direct pleasures. “I need you to touch my clit! Fuck my pussy! Maurias! Please!”

“Oh, Jane, we have all the time in the world. I am going to enjoy going slow, teasing you, and ravishing you. Do you feel me pressing against your bare bottom? Why, your sweet panties are practically nonexistent. Such a lustful Librarian you are. So naughty. So desirable,” I felt the heat and hard length of Maurias’s splendidly ready cock against my cheeks, along my crack. I pushed back against him, needing more. Moaning softly, “oh mmmm,” but needing something I didn’t know how to ask for. Was it that simple? “Mm Maurias, please. I need to be reprimanded.”

“Why is that, Jane?”

“I was so ardently naughty to show up on your doorstep without-“

“No. Jane. Think about it. Why do you need a spanking?”

“Umm.” I felt incoherent and distractable.

“Because my panties are too tiny? Because I didn’t wear a bra?”

“Mm no. I absolutely love both of those things. Think back… what made you come to me?”

“Overdue books.” Maurias carressed his hand along my spine, trailing it downward until it lightly tapped each cheek with a softness I longed to feel on my clit. Then, hearing my intake of breath, he trailed his talented, magnificent fingers downward, toward the back of my thighs, where my legs were spread for him. I worried my pussy juices were overflowing, dribbling down my legs, flowing in preparation for his cock. Hoping for it, eager. My pussy fluttered, pulsing hard squeezes on absolutely nothing. Nada. Zip. And I knew…

“More than one!”

“Yes, My Lady Jane.”

“Several books. Oh my words! For several weeks.”

“What took you so long, Jane? I’ve been waiting for you.”

“I’m here now. Ready for you. Wanting you. Needing you.”

“Loving you, Jane. I’m ready to spank you so good, your pussy will squelch for my cock, and you’ll never stay away for so long again. But if you did, I’d fill your bottom with a sexy plug with a plush tail and after you take a spanking while wearing it, I’ll feed you my cock til I cum, spurting down your throat, until you swallow every hot drop. Then, only then, will I finger fuck you so deep, with two fingers Jane, while I suck your clit and lap against it- you’ll cum harder than you ever have. This I promise.”

“Oh fuck! Me!” He chuckled sweetly. His thick finger rubbing over my hidden pearl. Mmm so perfectly. I sighed out as my body loosened and relaxed.

“I’m planning to.”

Swat! I felt the heat and sting of his touch on my right buttock, as a gooey warmth dripped from my previously neglected pussy. I could feel Maurias inspecting his hand mark, the rosy red left behind, the rumble of ownership in his growl. SMACK! Another spanking hand came down on my generously round ass cheek, jiggling my breasts, where they rubbed against my suspenders as I pressed up from the memory foam, bracing myself for him. For more. Eager to feel everything. “Mmmm oh! Maurias! Oh my. Mmm.”

“Yes, my sweet, naughty Librarian. There you are.”

“Here I am. Ready for you.”

“I know. So wet and swollen. So damn hot. I want to keep you here forever. Fucking you, loving you, worshipping you,”

“Oh! All of that sounds loverly and sexy as hell. Let’s do all that. All of it.”

“We will, Sweet Jane. Let’s make sure your body is ready. Do you feel me?” Maurias rubbed against my tooshie and I could feel how ready he was to slide inside my dripping cunt. And oh how I yearned for- no- it was more intense than mere desire. My soul, my entire being ached to feel him pounding his dick inside me. For my quim to gush and grip his cock so tight and hot, as I pushed back onto him, working his shaft, that nothing else remained but he and I. Our souls and bodies but not our worries or woes. Only touch and feel, emotions amid ecstasy.

“I feel you.” Mmm I felt him. His gorgeous fingers plunging into my pussy, priming my love tunnel as the wet heat of me slurped him in, wishing his thick fingers were his cock. Such a hot cock, still sheathed in his pants, brushing against my butt cheeks as he finger fucked my pussy. I moaned and felt myself tightening so deliciously when suddenly, he pulled his fingers out and began to rub my clit. “Ooooh myy.”

Sweet heaven, but this man would ruin me for life as a single Librarian. I would always crave his brute finesse. His wicked sweetness. His turgid tenderness.

“Oh Jane,” he rumbled at my neck, “I could cum just listening to you feel pleasure. Feeling you press into my hand and against my body.”

“Maurias. I’m so close.”

“Yes, My Sweet Jane. Be a good girl. Cum for me.”

“Oh frak! Mmm.” Moaning, humming, as I shifted quickly on his fingers as he pressed down on my clit more firmly and pushed his delectable fingers into my pussy once again, pumping inside my pussy. Oh my gosh! But he was magical. Magnificent. Mine…

My brain snared on that word and everything glowy inside me magnified, building and cresting into a pulsing pleasure so blissful, I came hard. “Maurias! Oh Yes!”

My spine and legs melted, as I lay limp against the furry textures, my bottom, and pussy out in the moon light. Maurias’s strong hands holding me by the hips, soothing my skin, my soul.

“Such a good girl.”

“Mmph.” I replied, unable to actually form coherent thought.

“Now, for some more fun. Hold tight.”

And I did. I grabbed the porch swing rails and braced for his cock. Maurias rubbed his tip at my pussy entrance, then used his dick to slap my ass before beginning again. Rub rub, slap. Then, with a darkly enchanting chuckle, he gently slapped my pussy, making me tense but Beatrice only felt more bliss as she gushed for him and my spine warmed at the sensations of a fully loved and swolly pussy.

Maurias slowly pressed his hard, hot, smooth cock inside me, rubbing my fanny as he patiently made me feel every inch. He lightly ran his hands down my long hair, gathering it softly in his grasp before pulling it just enough, that my pussy fluttered on his cock. Then Smack!

“Frak!” He spanked my bare bottom! And pulled out of my pussy til his cock tip was right there on a precarious precipice, and so maddenly slowly he pushed back inside my warm depths. My pussy quivered and I purposely squeezed him as hard as I could.

“Mmm Jane yes. So naughty.”

“Only for you.”