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Librarian

By: rgraham666



Another of my in-between pieces, smut, but with a plot.

Please vote or comment if you liked it. I do love to hear from my readers.

I step up to the front desk of the small college library. It's late in the evening and the place is nearly empty, so there is only one librarian here. Her back to me so I have plenty of time to examine her.

She's dressed in a dark grey ensemble, a jacket with square shoulders and a knee length skirt. That skirt is drawn tight around the lush curves of her ass. Below the hem her calves, nicely shaped and firm, are covered with smoke coloured hosiery. Her feet are in low heeled, black shoes. Raven coloured hair is done up in a rather severe and large bun.

However I do notice one thing. Seams running up the back of her stockings. I find that somewhat out of tune with the rest of her garb.

I clear my throat with an "Ahem".

She starts up from the cart of returned books she was examining and turns to me. The buttoned collar and small amount of a white blouse peek above the lapels of her jacket. This doesn't entirely hide the full breasts she has. Her face is fair skinned, a little on the thin side and quite pleasant to look at. Narrow, wire framed glasses sit on her elegant nose. Behind the lenses, her eyes are wide and lake blue.

"She wouldn't look entirely out of place as a spinster schoolmarm in a Western," I think. But I pick up something in her eyes, a touch of fire, that hints at more.

"Can I help you?" is the question that comes from her. She doesn't smile, her lips and face show little emotion.

"I'm looking for a book," I tell her.

"Which book?" is her next query. One of her dark, slim eyebrows rises. I see her gaze run over me.

It's not surprising she would wonder. I don't look like the type of person who would be reading a book. I'm several inches taller than her. My build is wide and solid. I spend a fair bit of time to maintain that solidity. It can't be taken for granted at my age. My hair is long and grey, pulled into a ponytail at the back. Although kept well trimmed, my beard is full and as grey as all my other hair. It covers a face best described as 'craggy'. I'm wearing a black leather jacket that's open to reveal the white T-shirt underneath. 'NO PRISONERS!' is the logo it sports. The parts of me she can't see are encased in black jeans and infantry boots.

I remain silent through her short inspection. Her eyes return to mine. There is a slight glisten in them now. The tip of her tongue pokes out for a moment.

"The Story of O," is the answer I finally give her.

I can see the material of her jacket tighten as she draws a sudden breath. Her eyes blink and a faint blush come to her cheeks.

"May I ask what you want it for?" Her voice is subdued, with a hint of curiousity in it.

"No, you may not," I reply. My face goes a little stiff. I'm not fond of people I don't know poking into my business.

The flush in her cheeks grows brighter. Her gaze lowers from mine and she looks at her hands as she brings them up, wrings them together. "I'm sorry. You're quite right."

I smile and reply, "Not a problem." My quick anger has passed, partly because of her prompt apology. And partly because of the hints of her personality that her ready atonement and body language give me.

The beautiful lady raises her eyes back to mine. Her expression is that blank that she first showed me, but I notice the colour hasn't entirely faded from her face. "This way," she tells me. Stepping from behind the counter, she leads me into the fiction section of the library.

I trail behind, watching her. In spite of the distinctly unflattering clothes she wears, her cheeks roll as she walks. A wicked grin pastes itself on my face. I imagine what it would be like, my hands around those lovely muscles, pulling her onto my cock. At that thought I begin to harden. The vision is very clear and very hot.

She never looks at me through our short trip. Her steps are swift. She seems to be hurrying. When we come to the desired bookshelf she turns to it, reaches for my request and pulls it out. Without taking her eyes from the rows of books she heads back the way she came.

Since the stuffy woman wasn't watching where she was going her first step causes her to bump into me. Her faces snaps towards mine.

I smile at her. The feel of her breasts pressed against me is marvelous.

Her jaw goes slack for a moment. She jerks a step back. Her eyes can't seem to escape my gaze. A gulp moves her throat.

I reach out my hand for the book.

This snaps her out of her fugue. She gives the small paperback to me, then steps around and walks briskly back the way we came.

I catch up to and stride beside her. I've decided to make a project out of the lovely and inhibited lady next to me. I'm catching intimations that there is a great deal more to her than her priggish exterior. "How to go about it?" is the question I ask myself.

"I need the book for a criticism of literature course I'm taking here," I tell her.

Her head swivels towards me. There is a slight lifting of her eyebrows, betraying her curiousity.

Going on I say, "I believe I'll write better myself if I know how to critique my work properly."

Her head sways away from me a little, confusion grows on her face. It's a common reaction. I know I don't look like an authour. "What do you write?" she asks me.

I hold up the book in my hands to answer her query.

Her head snaps forward and her lips thin. Wrinkling her nose, she slits her eyes. A tiny grunt of disgust passes through her nostrils. That's a frequent reaction to my profession as well.

As if I didn't notice I continue talking. "I picked this book because a lot of people in my line of work regard it as indecent. They don't know it takes the same skills to write this as any other literary work. Plus I like shocking people."

"I'd noticed," is her tight voiced observation.

I can't help but grin at that.

"I'm Adam Carson. Don't worry if you've never heard of me."

She doesn't reply.

"What's your name?" I assay.

"Ms. Nevis," the frowning lady informs me.

"What's your first name?" I go on.

"Corrine."

"What a lovely name. A pleasure to meet you, Corrine."

Her head turns back towards me, the ends of her mouth tugging upward. They pull down again and she faces front once more.

We arrive at the checkout counter and she begins the process of signing the book out. While she does that, I pull my idea notebook from a jacket pocket. Tearing a page loose I scribble some information on it.

"What's that?" she queries.

"A lot of my work is available on a website," I tell her. "This is its address and the user name I publish under." Finished, I fold the page in half, reach over and slide it into the pocket on the front chest of her jacket. I don't make a show of it but for an instant the firm warmth of her left breast presses against my fingers.

Corrine's eyes widen. Again I can see her throat work as she swallows.

Smiling, I take my book from her hand. "Nice meeting you, Corrine."

There's no reply. She just blinks repeatedly.

Turning away, I head out of the library. At the door, I look back and give her a friendly wave. She hasn't moved at all.

Going out into the night I think to myself, "This is going to be fun."



Librarian



Taking my usual spot next to her I inquire once more, "Have you had a chance to read any of my work?"

Corrine sounds a tiny whine in her throat. "N,no. Not, not yet. S,soon," she replies.

We come to the front desk. I notice her eyes dart towards the computer on her desk once more. Going through the signing out ritual, she soon hands me my research material.

"Thank you," I tell her. Then I turn and head towards the stairs leading to the second floor. Climbing them, I emerge into the area where recent periodicals are kept. I gather a couple up and sit in one of the chairs set in a nearby reading area. This area is placed so I can see the front desk and Corrine. As I take my seat I surreptitiously check the status of my target.

She's still standing where I left her, looking up at me. Her eyes frown in anxiety and apprehension. The beat of our meetings has been completely disrupted and she's confused by it.

I spend the next hour catching up on world events. I often peek over my magazine to watch Corrine. She busies herself at various tasks. More than once she glances my way, or turns to check her computer. Twice she takes the elevator to my floor with the returns cart and replaces the books on their shelves. As she does she flutters around the edge of the reading area, as if wanting to get closer but afraid of doing so.

I glance up suddenly on occasion as she does this. She freezes as I do, acting like a deer in headlights. Corrine flushes and blinks, not moving until I lower my gaze again.

Finally it's time to close the library. I see Corrine leave her work area, start to check the lower level, disappearing from my sight. Soon she reappears and heads to the elevator. As soon as it closes I leave my seat and quickly head down the stairs. I hear the doors open upstairs as I arrive on the first floor. Quietly, I head to the washrooms and hide in the men's. Then I wait.

But not for long. Abruptly the lights in the can go out. She's following the close up routine. I wait for a few minutes and move back into the library proper.

The illumination there is dim, lights turned low. I can't see the front desk from here so I head through the stacks towards the entrance. A glow appears as I draw closer.

Peeking out I can see the front counter. The brighter light emerges from behind it. The bun of Corrine's hair is just poking above the edge of the barrier, outlined in the glow of the computer monitor. Very carefully I sneak up. In a few moments I'm standing where I can watch clearly.

She's sitting at her desk looking at the screen. Her shoulders rise and fall and she sounds a light, rapid pant. The monitor shows a web page, a familiar one. The title across the top of the window shows she's on the website that I have work on, and she's reading one of my pieces. What I call a short piece of smut.

Her entire focus is on the story. She sits motionless, her elbows resting on the arms of her chair, forearms concealed by her back. But she can't keep her hands still. I can tell by the action of what I can see that they move indecisively. Except for when one reaches out to hit the 'Page Down' button, that motion is sharp and firm.

As her attention is so enrapt with her reading I slip around the front counter to stand behind her and a little to one side. From here, I can watch her hands and face.

Her beautiful face is wide eyed and her blue irises are glazed. There is a small slackness to her mouth, it's wide to let her quick breaths in and out. One hand rises to a breast, she squeezes it gently. The next instant, Corrine gasps as if shocked and she returns the teasing digits to her lap.

She hits 'Page Down' again. Her back slumps and she slides her hips forward a little. She spreads her legs as much as the restricting skirt will allow, it rides up her thighs a short distance. Her hand goes down, pets a stockinged limb. Again she gasps and pulls back.

Corrine reads some more, her face grows a soft pink. Her tongue comes out to lick her lips. Her hand strays down to the hem of her skirt once more. It stops there and dithers as her desire conflicts with her fear.

Leaning down I whisper in her ear, "Go ahead, you know you want to."

Her mouth drops and she goes very still. A scream tries to get past her frozen throat. Corrine's eye saucer.

"I guess you like my work," I go on. My breath ruffles her ear.

Her jacket stretches as her chest expands. A very tiny nod answers my observation.

"I'm flattered," I tell her. "But why here?"

"Roommate," Corrine manages to gasp out. "Computer's in the living room. She wouldn't like it."

"She's as prissy as you appeared to be," I note. That tiny nod comes again.

"But here, you can let yourself go. Read, imagine, play." A wicked leer forms on my face and I start to get hard. I'm certain now my project is going to come to a successful conclusion.

Corrine groans quietly at my observation. Her body makes a small shake as fevered emotion washes through her.

"So go ahead," I tell her. "Do what you planned to do. You'll like doing it. You'll like me watching."

Slowly, her trembling hands move down her body and clutch the edges of her skirt. She rucks it up her thighs at the same snail's pace. Those lovely limbs encased in smoky silk come into view. Lifting her ass off the chair for a moment she gathers her garment around her waist. What is revealed is a bit surprising.

"You kinky woman," emerges chuckling from me.

Under her plain garb Corrine is wearing a red satin garter belt, four suspenders holding her stockings up. Her panties are the same material, and crotchless. Her labia glisten in the light, move as little quivers run through her.

The sudden flare of passion this sight evokes makes me grunt. My prick hardens completely. I'm all ready for her. Now I have to make her ready for me.

"No one guesses," I breathe into her ear, "what you're like underneath? Do they?"

She gives a quick shake of her head. Her eyes never leave the screen.

"And you like them not knowing?" I go on.

There's a tiny nod of assent.

"And you wear it because it makes you feel open."

Corrine pulls in a little hiss of breath and doesn't release it.

"It makes you feel free."

She draws more air in.

"You feel hot, sexy."

A small whine sounds as she fills her lungs some more. Her breasts strain her jacket.

"It makes you feel," I pause for effect, "horny."

"Yes!" explodes from her. Her hips jerk, one quick pump as her passion slips from her grasp for a second.

"And you have to do something when you're horny. Go ahead."

Corrine's hands move to her inner thighs, start stroking the sensitive skin. Her hips twitch at the touch. She grits her teeth and a quiet groan oozes from her. She pets gently, her limbs tremble in response.

"How does that feel?" I ask her.

"Oh!" she moans. "It feels good. The touch of me, the silk, the warmth. It makes me excited."

I chuckle in her ear. "That's not the word a woman like you uses. The right one is hot." The last word is almost spit out.

She slams her legs together, trapping her hands between them. Her whole body tremors for an instant. She relaxes and resumes her teasing. The layer of fluids on her labia is thicker, and the musky odour of her tickles my nose.

"You do more than stroke your thighs when you're alone," I tell the passion filled woman. "Go ahead. You know you want to."

Her right hand moves tentatively upwards, in short jerks. An inch from its goal, it stops, shaking.

That makes me laugh softly. "Don't kid yourself. A woman like you can't help but do what she wants. And you do want, so badly."

Corrine mewls, and her hand moves. She runs her fingers over the hot, damp flesh peeking out from her undergarment. They pet her sensitive lips, pressing, playing, teasing. Her whimper changes to sharp gasps as she does.

"Do you like that?" I query. "I want to know what you're experiencing. Tell me."

"I'm so warm, so wet. The stroking..." She pauses to groan. "It makes my muscles tight. My, my heart pound. Oh God, it makes me so excited."

"Wrong word. You're not excited, you're horny."

"Oh!" Corrine squeaks.

"And a horny woman has to do something, doesn't she? Go ahead."

My sweet victim gulps. She curls her hand into a fist with two fingers extended. Corrine hesitates for a second, then pushes those digits into her cunt. She moans, throatily, as she does. Her hand starts leisurely pumping in and out.

"Mmm," I growl into her ear, "that's sexy."

The seated woman's face reddens and the start of a smile appears. The rhythm of her stroking speeds up.

"Tell me what you feel," I instruct her once more.

"God," she gutters. "So good. So hot inside, so sensitive there. I can feel every tiny movement, every wrinkle. It makes me ache, makes me want. Want more."

"More what?"

Her other hand comes up. A single finger is placed on the little nub that's appeared at the top of her folds. Corrine rubs at it, pushes against it. The pumping of the fingers in her pussy speeds up.

"God," she hisses. "So good, so good. I'm so warm, so hot. Tight inside. Oh! Tighter. So close." The cadence of her words change as the end approaches. "Going, to, climax."

"Wrong word," I tell her once more. "You're going to come!"

And she does. Her jaw drops and her eyes blank. A high pitched "Eeee!" bleeds from her. Her back arches and her hips shimmy. But she never stops the motions of her hands.

I can see her cunt clench at her fingers, gripping at them in the crashing bliss that fills her. Those fingers continue their rapid rhythm as her orgasm drives her onwards.

I smile widely. The sight of such a passionate woman caught in such complete joy is intoxicating. My cock now aches with arousal. Sweat starts to bead on my face. I clamp down on my lust, refuse its demand. I want Corrine to be desperate, not merely wanting, before I take her.

Her explosion ends, Corrine slumps in her chair. She removes the fingers inside her and pets softly at herself. Her chest draws sharp puffs that slowly fall to lengthy breaths. Her face is florid and shiny with the sweat of her heat. A heat that's merely banked, not spent.

I reach up and release the clamp that holds her bun in place. The black tresses waterfall down. They're longer than I expected. They would be nearly ass length if she was standing.

"God," I growl. "Why don't you display this lovely hair? It's so very sexy free like this."

Corrine shivers. A smile forms on her lips and she leans her head against me for a second. The next second her eyes widen and her mouth slits. Her hands leave her nether regions and she grips the arm of her chair hard, the knuckles turning white.

Taking the back of the chair, I rotate it clockwise. I step to the right and use a foot to nudge her legs apart. Before she can react, I kneel between them, press the bulge in my pants against her wet slit.

The sweet librarian's eyes flutter as I do. Her mouth falls open and she gasps. For a moment, her back tightens, pressing her mound against me. Then she pulls away. Her eyes grow wide and her teeth chew at her lower lip. She's unsure again, unsure how far she'll be taken, unsure whether she wishes to go that far.

A canny smile appears on my face. I know where I'm taking her and that she will be more than willing to be taken.

I reach up and pluck the eyewear from her face. Placing them on the desk, I look into her eyes and remark, "Why, Ms. Nevis. Without your glasses, you're beautiful."

Corrine smiles at me, taking that ancient line at face value. Again she presses herself against my hardness. And again she pulls back in uncertainty.

I chuckle. My hands go up, I undo one button on her jacket, then another. I take the lapels of it and yank it down, trapping her arms, bringing her tits into display.

"Oh!" she gasps. Corrine's face drops and her lips quiver.

"You've always been helpless, lovely lady," I say to her. "Helpless against your want, your passion. I've only made it real."

As that bit of information hits home she pushes against me once more. Corrine draws a deep breath, her breasts strain against the garment covering them. There are two peaks in the cotton at the tips of those breasts. They seem more prominent than they should be.

Curious, and because I planned to do this, I start to unbutton her blouse. Once all that can be reached are released, I pull it open.

"You are a kinky woman," is my observation at what has been revealed.

Her bra is the same red satin as her garter belt, and a peek-a-boo design. Her nipples and much of her lovely, firm breasts are exposed. Those nipples are just darker than her fair skin, the aureola tiny. Damn, but she looks tasty.

Corrine's eyes light up and her mouth pulls into a grin. The curves at the corners hold a touch of wickedness. A burning flush colours her skin. Her facial features pull back to the ambiguous frown after a moment, but the heat remains.

My head snaps forward. My mouth goes over her right nipple. Snagging it gently with my teeth, I pull at the fleshy kernel. I open my jaw wide and suck hard at her breast, laving it with my tongue soft and fast. My hand takes the other firm mound. I squeeze it with my fingers and my thumb tickles the sensitive point of it.

My plaything sounds a panting grunt. Her back arches, pushing the soft flesh I'm playing with into me. She tremors and her hips press her damp mons against the stiff rod in my pants.

Jesus, but this woman is delicious, and so hot. My head and hands switch breasts. I chew softly, clasp gently. I can taste her sweat and soap, feel the pulsing passion that fires her skin. Suckling and teasing, I push my sweet toy higher.

My head lifts. Grabbing the columns that support the arms of her chair, I push it and her away from me. I lean close to her pretty pussy. Taking a breath, I revel in the lovely odour of her arousal. Her mound is swollen, the lips quiver and her clit stiff. Releasing the air from my lungs, the hot, damp stream of it runs over her sensitive flesh.

"Gah!" gasps the sweaty, lustful woman in the chair. Her body tightens and tremors. She lowers her posture, pushing herself towards me in blind wanting. Her eyes meet mine. The glaze there is sharp. Her mouth simpers, displays the desperation and anxiety that fills her.

Smiling I tell her, "No need for fear. This is what you want, dream about, demand."

"But..." she protests. Then she groans as I lick her left thigh.

"Tell me," I say to her. "I love knowing how you feel." My head returns to her limb. I kiss and lick, reveling in the tight trembling I feel under my tongue.

"God!" she moans. "That's so nice. Makes me feel bright inside, tight inside. My, my vagina..."

"Not vagina," I interject. "A woman like you has a pussy."

"Yes!" Corrine squeals as I return to my play. Her voice is hazed with her lust. "My pussy feels so hot, so wet. It feels so good. I feel so good."

She stops speaking. My mouth is on her cunt now. I take one lip in mine, squeeze it, pull at it. Corrine gurgles. Her eyes flutter and her jaw drops to let in the deep breaths her body needs. I yank at the other labia. The lovely woman keens at the sharp, sweet sensation of it.

Now my tongue runs out and I wash up the length of her slit. The savoury taste of her fluids fill my mouth. My cock jerks at the flavour, I can feel my pre-come seeping from it. I love teasing a woman, especially one as responsive, and conflicted as Corrine. The breaking down of her barriers is such an ego boost.

"Ah!" is that sweet woman's reaction. Her back bends to press herself hard against me. "Yes! Lick me. Play with me. Oh, that's so nice. Never knew..." She pauses to gasp. "...how good it would feel. I'm on fire, so hot." Corrine keens again as I push my tongue inside her.

Lord, what a sensation! Her inner channel is hot, soaking in her tasty fluids. I can feel her muscles pulse as I sweep over every spot I can reach. Holding tight to the chair I lap frantically at her.

Corrine's feet leave the floor, her legs wrap around my head, pull me close. Mouthing blindly, she spits out her passion. She moans, burbles, hisses. Her face is rapt, all awareness consumed by her intense lust.

My mouth moves up, covers her throbbing clit. One hand releases its grip on the chair. I stiffen two fingers, place them at the entrance of her wet quim and push inside.

"Geez!" whines the horny woman. "Good, good. More. Love it! So much, so good." Her body tautens. "Close, close." She pushes out single words with each pant. "Going...to...let...go."

I cease manipulating her stiff bud. My hand slows its rhythm. "That's not the word a woman like you uses."

She looks at me, befuddled. Her body doesn't relax though. Corrine teeters at the very edge.

"A woman like you comes!" I replace my mouth on her clit, suck it in, lave it swiftly. I pump quick and hard into her channel. My fingers seek and find the little sponge, press hard against it.

"Yes!" my plaything shrieks, "cuh..." The last word vanishes in a wail as she explodes.

Her hips pump madly. Corrine quakes as the ecstasy overwhelms her. Her thighs snap tight on my head and quiver. A wave of scorching sweetness, tangy with her passion, washes into my mouth.

I don't cease my ministrations. I've read this woman well. She's quite capable of taking all I can give her, and more.

Corrine relaxes, her joy fades. But not much. As I continue, it rises quickly. In mere moments, she comes again.

That glorious shriek fills the air. Corrine lurches, jerks at random moments. Her mouth is slack, her eyes wide. The empty expression on her face and the sweat beading her brow display the utter fervor that envelops her. For long seconds, she wallows in the fire that feeds on her soul.

Abruptly, Corrine wilts. Her legs slide off my shoulders and hang limply from her hips. Her features are empty, her mouth is lax. But a heat still shimmers in her eyes. Sweat slicks all of her skin on display. Her blouse is translucent in spots where it's absorbed the salt liquid. Her stockings are plastered to her here and there. A damp patch shows on the chair under her still palpitating cunt. The overworked woman's chest heaves as she pants.

My right hand goes to the zipper of my slacks and I pull it down. Moving my jockeys out of the way I pull my throbbing prick into the open. Straightening up, I pull the chair Corrine sits in towards me. My hot flesh comes into contact with the wet mound at the apex of her legs.

Her reaction is an enervated groan. Corrine looks at me, her hooded eyes flickering. She rocks her hips spreading her wetness over my hard rod.

"Did you like that?" I ask her with a lickerish grin. I move my member, running hard, hot flesh over her sensitive clit and lips.

"Gng!" she mouths. Her eyes roll. "Yes, so good. Came so hard, so long."

"You're not done though." I pump again.

"No," comes in a long, sibilant moan. "I need more. I need you. I need you inside me."

"Not the words a woman like you uses," I tell her yet again. "You need my cock."

"Yes!" Corrine spits. Her face lights up. Her teeth grit with desperation. "Your cock. I need it. Give it to me!"

I run my length over her once more. "Do you know why you want my cock?"

Her features blank and she groans. A moment later, a frown of puzzlement furrows her forehead. Corrine knows she wants, oh so very much, but not why.

"Because you're a hot..." I tease her with a stroke of my cock.

Corrine whines.

"...horny..." Another pump of my hips. And I place my crown at the warm, wet cavern of her pussy.

The sweaty librarian gasps, her body goes wire tight.

"...bitch!" And I slide myself into her.

"Oh!" she bellows. Her hands grip the arms of the chair, her legs wrap my ass, they pull me into her. "A bitch," Corrine chants, "a hot bitch. A hot bitch, who needs you. Doing it, to me!" She works hard, helping me drive her to the brink of madness.




Librarian



"Not doing it," I inform her, "Fucking you!"

"Yes!" emerges in a wavering burble. "Fucking me! Like the," she groans, "hot bitch I am." Her motions speed up. The perspiring woman slams herself against me. Her words fade, buried under the haze of her heat. They come in random intervals, but tell me so much. "Fuck. Bitch. Good. More."

I can feel her pussy squeezing at me. Her hot skin runs over my sensitive head, the warm wetness of her passion bathes it. That passion leaks into my mind, unfocusing my eyes, opens my pores to slick my skin with cooling fluids. That moment where I can no longer control my body moves closer.

Corrine's eyes goggle, her pupils dilate. "Cuh...cuh..." and she shrieks again.

Her channel clamps itself tight on me, her hips pump wildly. She twists and humps, completely lost in her orgasm. Her body freezes for a long moment, her legs hold me tight. A repetitive "Uh!" bursts from her lungs. And she collapses back into the chair.

My lusty librarian gapes at me, her face open mouthed and bright eyed with astonishment. She heaves deep breaths to feed the fire that still burns in her. Releasing their grip on me, her legs fall to the floor.

I give her no chance to recover. Standing, I pull myself from her.

She murmurs, gasps, "No!"

Giving her a wide grin, I pull her from the chair. Guiding her two steps to the front counter I bend her over it. Her tits spread across the cold vinyl that covers the furniture she uses every day.

Corrine groans and shivers at the chill sensation that presses against her erect nipples. A shudder shakes her, makes her lovely ass clench.

"Now you get fucked like the hot bitch you are!" I grunt at her. And I slam myself into her. I hammer at her. The desk she lies on booms at the force of my strokes.

"God!" she shouts. "Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Like a bitch, a bitch." Her lustful declarations flag, inarticulate groans and gasps replace them. Her cunt thrums around me and heated liquid dribbles from her.

I'm filled with a shimmering brightness. I know nothing except this moment, the feel of my cock filling this glorious woman and the fevered emotions she raises from me. My hips pump blindly, driving me in and out. My moment comes very close and it's only with sheer force of will I hold it back.

Corrine's head snaps back and she bays as her orgasm races through her once more. Her inner muscles clamp tight around me. Her body shakes with the force of her ecstasy. With a 'Pop!' the buttons of her jacket give way. Her hands grip the front upright of the counter and she uses it to lever herself into me. The mad howl of her delight reverberates.

Her pussy releases its death grip on me and her body loosens as the wave of her climax pulls back. Corrine's head lays on the counter, showing her profile to me. Her eyes are slitted, glittering with emotion. Her mouth smiles and then thins with determination.

"More," she whispers. Her head comes up, faces front. "More," she requests again, louder this time. Her arms push, moving her ass back into me. "More!" is her next shout.

I haven't stopped, and so I answer her demand. I bang my crotch against her buttocks, watching them ripple under the satin with the strength of my strokes. I'm at the very edge, seconds away from release. The only thing holding me back is the final lesson she needs to learn.

"That's it!" Corrine cries. "More. Like a bitch, a bitch!"

I take her hair, use it to pull her head back, guide her into the gallop for the finish line. "Not a bitch," I hiss at her. "My bitch." And I let go.

My cock pulses with each shot. It feels like my soul is running out of me, into her, where we meld together into a single mass of joy. All my muscles cord, release, twitch. I'm lost in the vertiginous tornado of my climax.

Corrine snaps hard on me again. A hot wave of fluid oozes from her, wets my sack, soaks into her panties and my pants. She makes a strangled noise as her orgasm forces air past the constriction of her frozen throat. Her body shimmies and shakes, nerves misfiring as beats of ecstasy untune her mind.

We can't seem to stop. Even when my seed runs dry my body keeps working, keeping my mind hazed with rampant passion. Corrine continues panting, growling, tremoring. Her hands loose their grip on the counter, slap at it. All her control has passed to the wanton slut she's kept hidden for so long.

Finally, finally, we stop. With a simultaneous huff of breath our bodies relax.

I'm shaking with fatigue. My legs are almost too weak to hold me up. At the end, it was her carrying me. She went farther than I expected. But not farther than I wanted. There's a ferocious grin plastered on my face. This was a lot of fun.

Corrine lies there, panting hard. Her arms and shoulders twitch slightly. I can see her ass clench at random intervals and at each one her pussy squeezes gently. Her panties are sodden with her fluids.

With difficulty, I step back, my prick leaves the comfortable haven of her cunt. I'm flaccid, completely drained. And I don't care at all. My project turned out much better than expected.

My sweet toy stands straight, draws a deep breath. Taking her hair in her hands, she lifts it up, spreads her arms wide so the dark tresses curtain her back. She clenches her fists, tightens her body, rolls her head. "Oh wow," is her comment.

She turns to me and I can't help but smile in appreciation. My lovely wench looks so sexy.

Her face holds a gratified smile and her eyes are glowing with pleasure. A slick of sweat makes her tits shine and her bra and blouse are damp with it. Her jacket is loose and her skirt still around her waist. The lips of her pussy are fluttering and dewy, the material that frames it a darker red from her spending. Her stockings are splotched in places and have run in two spots.

Before I can move she steps forward and wraps both arms and a leg around me. Her hips roll playing the wet softness of her snatch over the wet softness of my cock. Corrine's mouth covers mine and she gives me a passionate kiss, one I can't help but answer.

I pull her close, fence with her tongue. That fevered passion rise in me again.

Corrine pulls back. "Thank you," she says. "That was fantastic. Just what I always wanted."

"You're welcome," I reply. "Glad to be of service."

Her hand goes down then, eyes following it and she takes my prick in her hand. Corrine squeezes, pumps. And I respond to her playing, start to grow hard.

"Goody!" she exclaims. "Your hot bitch isn't done. I need more." She looks at me and the expression on her face is feral, wanting. Her eyes glint with a wicked hunger that wasn't there before.

"My God! What have I done?" is my remark. It's said in just the tone some scientist in a movie uses when he discovers things aren't working the way he expected.

"Set me free," the wanton I've created tells me. "Showed me what I am. Now stop talking and make your bitch happy!"

"At my place then. Come on." I instruct her. I replace my prick in my pants and zip up as I speak.

She pouts for a second. Then her face grows impish again. "Well, the cleaning crew will be her soon. I've got that prissy roommate. So let's go. It better not be far." She closes her blouse but doesn't button it, displaying a very sweet cleavage and the still stiff points of her nipples. Taking the hem of her skirt, Corrine covers herself.

Grabbing my hand she pulls me toward the door, her anxiousness apparent by the way she tugs at me. "Come on. I don't want to wait."

Smiling at her eagerness I allow myself to be lead. "I'd say this project worked out quite well," is my thought as we head into the night.





Librarian



From the time Ella Harvey was a little girl she had wanted to be a librarian. There were two great loves in Ella's life: books and organization. Everyone knows why books are so great, there's nothing quite like getting lost in a good book, but few people enjoy organization as much as Ella did. When everything was neat and organized Ella just felt better. Cleaning all her shoes and lining then up against the wall gave her a sense of peace. Doing laundry and folding everything just so put made Ella feel like all was right with the world. .

So it was the Librarian's life for her. Not everyone can realize their life's dream by the age of 25. Ella had a plan and she stuck to it. And here she was with a job as the head Librarian of her local community college. Actually she was the only librarian but that didn't sound so impressive. She liked being in charge of the library. After working there for almost a year everything was finally organized the way she wanted it and that made Ella happy.

This morning, like every morning, Ella got up at 6am to begin her routine. She ate breakfast, brushed her teeth and showered. She put lotion on her skin and combed her hair. She had curly red hair and it was the bane of her existence. Curly hair never did exactly what you wanted it to. While she waited for her hair to dry Ella picked out her outfit for the day. Today she chose a black pencil skirt, a blue flowered blouse and black heels.

As Ella was pulling her black tights out of the drawer the material snagged on a splinter of wood and tore a long run down the leg. Ella growled in frustration. She didn't have any other tights that would match and time was running out to re-choose her whole outfit. That would put her completely off schedule. "Unless..." Ella fished in the very back of the drawer and pulled out an unopened cardboard package.

Her college roommate had given her the stockings as a bit of a gag gift, saying that Ella should lighten up a little. They were sheer black thigh-highs with a back-seam. Ella had put them in the back of her drawer—too sexy. But they matched her outfit. She opened them up and pulled them on one at a time and readjusted her skirt.

She slipped on her heels and looked in the mirror. Not as bad as she thought; they really just looked like normal tights to anyone who didn't know. Ella finished getting ready, putting on a little makeup and rolling her hair into a tight bun and securing it with pins. She put on her coat, grabbed her purse and headed off to school.

Sitting in her little car, driving to the college, Ella realized that her skirt had ridden up and she could see the lace bands at the top of her stockings. It made her feel a little sexy, a little excited. Waiting at a red light Ella ran her fingertips over the smooth stockings, stroking her thigh. She could feel herself getting aroused. So inappropriate, she chided herself. This was not the time or the place.

AS she walked down the hallway to the library Ella had a little extra swing in her step. Was it just her imagination or was that young man staring at her a little? She hid a smile as she sauntered into the library. 

Ella forgot about her undergarments as she lost herself in her work that day. She re-shelved books and did a lot of paperwork. By five o'clock Ella's feet were aching from walking around in heels all day. She took them off and lined them up in a corner, preferring to finish her work in stocking feet. The floor of her office was immaculately clean anyway.

Ella usually finished the day by dusting all the surfaces in her little office. It calmed her down and offered a nice sense of closure at the end of the day. She was standing on a stepladder and dusting the top of a bookshelf when the door to her office suddenly burst open, startling her.

When Ella turned around there was a student standing in her open office door, staring at her, his mouth agape. He looked to be in his early twenties and he was everything that Ella was not; he was wearing torn black jeans, a hoody that badly needed a wash and battered black boots. His long hair was tangled and Ella found herself just itching to take a comb to it. 

"Can I help you?" she asked, stepping down from her stool with all the decorum one can have when standing on a stepstool in stocking feet. 

"Uh, they sent me here for detention." The boy said with a lazy sort of grin. Was he mocking her? Ella wondered.

"Detention?" Ella smoothed her hands down her skirt, trying to stand up straight. She felt very little without her heels; the boy was tall.

"Yeah. Library duty?" the boy answered, waving the slip of paper in his hand. "They said I could start tonight."

This was going to throw off her whole routine. "Nobody told me," she mused. Even though Ella was about to go home the library was still open for another three hours. A work study student manned the desk in the evening. It would hardly do to have this young man's detention supervised by another student.

Ella sighed. She hated when her routine got changed at the last minute. She walked over to the corner and put her shoes back on, feeling a little more in control. The young man lounged in the doorway, watching her. "OK," she said. "I guess we'll have you clean something."

Ella led the way up to the stacks, stopping on the way for some supplies from the cleaning closet. Of course the library was cleaned regularly by the janitorial crew but they hardly performed up to Ella's high standards. 

She got them set up in the farthest corner of the room and instructed the young man how she wanted him to take the books down, scrub the shelf underneath them and the put them back in the correct order. Simple right? Ella knew that she should leave him then and go back to her office but she wanted to make sure he was going to do it correctly. Big mistake.

The boy nodded at her instructions and started taking books off the shelf at waist height and piling them on the floor. Ella bit her lip; she should really just leave it but..."Wait! Stop!" the boy looked at her surprised by the outburst. "You have to start at the top. So you don't push dirt down onto what you've already cleaned. Do you see?" Ella felt flushed for some reason. The boy was staring at her but she couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

Finally he nodded. "Yeah OK, I get that." Ella smiled in relief. But was he humoring her? Whatever, he was getting on a stepladder to do the top shelf. He pulled two handfuls of books off and turned to descend the ladder.

"Here, give them to me," Ella said, reaching up for the books. He handed them down and the two of them fell into a rhythm. Ella donned a pair of rubber gloves and helped clean as well, working on the shelf next to the young man. She was in the zone: cleaning, making something better and more organized. Ella felt the stress of having her routine changed slowly rolling off her shoulders. 

At some point she kicked her heels off again to climb the stepladder. Ella was on her tip-toes scrubbing the top shelf of a bookcase when she became aware that the boy was no longer working. She looked over and saw that he was staring up at her, mouth slightly open, eyes half closed in what? Stupidity, exhaustion...lust? Elle's face reddened as she realized that in this position her short skirt rode up and the young man could certainly see the lace tops of her thigh-high stockings.

She cleared her throat and self-consciously tugged down the hem of her skirt and looked up at the shelf she had been cleaning. Well she couldn't just leave it half done. And asking the boy to finish it would be admitting that she knew that he had been looking at her. With a small, secret smile Elle decided to let him look. It was a little bit flattering actually.

She stretched up onto her toes again, reaching all the way into the corner of the shelf to get at all the dust. Out of the corner of her eye Elle could see the student pretending to dust while sneaking glances at her legs. She turned her head to hide her grin. She could get used to commanding this kind of attention.

"Josh," she said, innocently. Could you hand me up those books. He scrambled to his feet and started handing her the books. She stretched and reached them all into their correct places one by one, knowing the whole time that he was watching her, his face on a level with her firm ass as the fabric of her skirt stretched over it each time she moved. She felt an excited heat building between her legs, completely unexpected.

When she was finished Ella descended the ladder, her legs a little shaky. Now that she paused in her work she realized how tired and hungry she was. Ella looked down at her watch. "Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed. Josh, it's almost 8:30. Did you realize? I was having so much fun..." she trailed off as the boy started to laugh. "What?"

"Yeah, this is a riot" he laughed harder. "Someone needs to teach you something about fun, Lady, because this isn't it," he said, gesturing at the cleaning supplies and books around them.

Ella felt a little offended. So what if she liked to clean? Nobody understood. While the boy gathered their cleaning supplies, Ella went searching for her shoes. She was surprised to see how far down the stacks they had travelled when she found her heels under a table. She crawled under the table to retrieve them and didn't realize the position she was in until he heard a sigh behind her.

Ella crawled out from under the desk with her shoes, unintentionally wiggling her ass in the air as she squeezed herself out. She stood up, smoothed back her hair and put her shoes on, ignoring the boy. When she looked up he had composed himself but he had a small smirk playing about his full lips. 

"Shall we?" she led the way back downstairs. They put the supplies away and Elle retrieved her purse from her office. She signed a form for the student saying that he had completed three and a half hours of the required six for his detention. "So," she said, casually, meeting his eyes, "Will you be back tomorrow to finish this up?" 

Ella's breath caught suddenly. He had beautiful eyes; how had she not noticed that? They were large and bright blue, framed by thick, dark lashes. He blinked slowly, making it hard for Ella to concentrate on what she'd been thinking.

"Yeah, I'll be back," he answered. "If you'll have me that is," he said with a wicked grin. 

Ella's own lips couldn't help twitching in response. "That would be fine." 

She locked the library doors and they walked out together. "Well, I'm this way," Ella said, gesturing towards her car. "See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah," he smiled at her. "See you." Why did his smile make her melt inside like that? Ella shook it off as she walked to her car. He's a student for goodness' sake. She shook her head at herself as she turned her key in the ignition. And heard a dull wheeze as the engine tried and failed to turn over. 

"Oh please no." Ella was so tired. "Not tonight." She tried the key again with no luck. She pushed her head back against the headrest, suddenly feeling close to tears. Ella jumped in her seat when she heard a rap on her window. Josh was leaning down, looking in at her. She opened the door to talk to him.

"Engine trouble?" he asked, unnecessarily. 

"Looks that way." Ella pulled her phone out of her purse. "I'm going to call a cab; you don't need to wait with me." 

Josh crouched down in front of her and put one of his big hands on top of hers, stopping her. She looked at his face, questioningly. "Bullshit," he said. "I'll drive you."

"Oh, no!" Ella replied. "I couldn't accept. I'll just call a cab, really."

The young man just raised his eyebrows at her and pulled her up to her feet and started leading her over to the only other car in the empty parking lot: a little, dark colored sedan. Josh's hand in hers felt good. His palm was warm, dry and a little bit rough. Ella's heels clicked across the asphalt and she thought briefly about what her co-workers would think if they saw her, but the school really was completely deserted at this time of night.

When Ella opened the passenger door of Josh's car she stopped in her tracks. The seat, the floor even the cup-holders were covered in stuff. Trash mostly, but also CDs and clothing and a few shoes. She knew that she couldn't get in this car. 

Josh got into the driver's seat and, noticing her hesitation, courteously brushed the debris off her seat onto the floor. He patted the seat invitingly. "Hop in."

"I think I changed my mind," Ella said, backing away a step. "I'm just gonna call a cab. You go on." 

Josh rolled his eyes. "It's because of the mess isn't it?"

Ella swallowed. "Maybe."

"It's not really dirty," he explained. "Just messy. You can do it!" he gave her an encouraging grin. "Besides you don't want to wait here in the dark for a cab. C'mon."

Ella took a deep breath. OK you can do this. She approached the car and carefully stepped into it, sinking down into the seat. Her skirt rode high again, exposing the lacy tops of her stocking and an inch or two of creamy skin above them. She looked at Josh and gave him a small smile. "OK."

"OK," he said, starting the car. Ella was a little embarrassed. She had just met this young man and he was seeing a lot more of her than she let most people see; both physically and in terms of her OCD. Most people didn't know how much of a problem Ella had. When she was in control she was able to hide it quite well.

Ella directed the boy down the darkened streets to her apartment; music played softly on the stereo and neither of them tried to make conversation. Now and then Ella caught him stealing glances at her exposed legs. She looked out the windshield, trying to ignore the mess around her. A fast food wrapper was touching her calf; she breathed slowly to stay calm. When they reached their destination Josh pulled up to the curb and put the little car in park.

Ella turned towards him. "Thank you, Josh. I really appreciate the lift." She turned to go. 

"Wait," he said, putting a hand on her knee to stop her. Ella turned back to him, a sudden heat rushing up her body from where his hand touched her through only the thin, silky fabric of her stocking. "I, um," he seemed to falter. "I don't know your name." He looked down, embarrassed, and removed his hand. Her leg felt suddenly cold without it.

Not knowing what possessed her, Ella put her hand on his arm, squeezing gently. He looked up and met her eyes with his intense blue stare. "My name's Ella," she said smiling at him, he returned the smile and seemed like maybe he was leaning towards her. Before this got even more inappropriate, Ella quickly exited the car and gave Josh a little wave through the window.

Inside her apartment Ella leaned against the inside of the door; safe at last. Today had not gone the way she'd expected it to but it hadn't been all bad. Ella fixed herself some dinner, ate it, and washed up. She caught herself wondering what Josh was having for dinner. What? Why should she care? The boy meant nothing to her. He was a student. As Ella got undressed she imagined Josh unbuttoning her blouse, she thought about his rough hands stroking the soft skin of her thighs as she peeled her stocking off her legs. So inappropriate, Ella chided. She went to bed disgusted with herself.

Exhausted as she was, however, Ella could not seem to fall asleep. Her mind was churning and her body thrummed with energy. She tossed and turned, her bedding and pajamas felt hot and confining. She kicked her blankets away and stripped to the skin, tossing her pajamas on the floor. She lay like that for a moment before getting up to fold the garments and put them away. She wondered what Josh would think if he could see her like this. She thought he might like it. She ran her fingers lightly over her flat stomach to cup her full breasts in her hands. She ran her thumbs over her nipples and shuddered, pretending that Josh was touching her.

Squeezing one soft breast with her left hand she brought her right to the warm, wet place between her legs. She spread her knees and trailed a finger through her slick folds. She was so wet, just from thinking about him. As Ella stroked her clit she opened her mouth, imagining kissing Josh's full lips. He looked like he would be a good kisser, a good lover. She imagined his lips on her neck, on her breast, tasting and caressing her skin. She stroked faster and dipped a finger in and out of her tight hole. She moaned, wishing she were not alone, wishing that Josh was really here, that the fingers pleasuring her where not her own. When Ella came she was thinking of his eyes, half closed in lust. She drifted off to sleep without even washing her sticky fingers.

The next morning Ella got up at 6am to begin her routine. She ate breakfast, brushed her teeth and showered. She put lotion on her skin and combed her hair. While she waited for her hair to dry Ella picked out her outfit for the day. She didn't want to admit it to herself but she was thinking of Josh when she pulled a green jersey wrap dress out of the closet. With its demure long sleeves and knee-length hem it was appropriate for work but the tie front showed off her tiny waist and the deep V-neck revealed more cleavage than Ella would normally have showed at work. 

She rolled the black thigh highs on again (she made a mental not to get another pair of black tights), slipped on her favorite black heels and headed out. Ella had arranged for a cab to pick her up this morning. She needed to remember to call a repair service from work that day to come and look at her car. Having no vehicle was seriously throwing off her routine.

All day at work Ella was distracted. She told herself that it was just a silly infatuation and it would pass before she knew it but her thoughts still drifted to Josh throughout the day. As it got closer to five o'clock Ella found herself looking up from her work every so often to check the door. She adjusted her cleavage, smoothed her hair. She knew she was being ridiculous. She was acting like something had happened between them when really it had all been in her head.

When Josh did come sauntering into her office Ella managed to greet him with cool professionalism. "Good evening Josh," she said, looking up at him from the paperwork she's been ignoring for half an hour. "Are you ready to complete your detention?"

"I'm ready if you are," he replied with a wicked grin that made Ella's knees feel a little wobbly. 

They trooped up to the stacks again and started cleaning where they had left off yesterday. Ella thought again about leaving Josh by himself but she couldn't bear to after she's spent the whole day thinking about him. Ella couldn't seem to lose herself in the work like she had yesterday. Instead of feeling relaxed like she usually did while cleaning, Ella felt a tension between herself and Josh. She told herself she was imagining it but he did seem to be stealing glances.

As she scrubbed a shelf she was acutely aware of how her pale breasts were jiggling. She almost laughed out loud when she caught Josh's eyes on her chest before he looked away quickly. "So tell me, Josh," she said, pausing to push an errant curl off her forehead with a forearm. "What are you in detention for?"

Josh paused in scrubbing the bottom shelf and sat back on his heels. "Do you really want to know?" he asked, with a twinkle in his eyes.

Ella's breath caught in her throat. This boy would be the death of her. "I think as your detention supervisor you have to tell me if I ask," she said, sinking down to sit on the step stool.

Josh looked down at the sponge in his hand. Was he blushing? Ella was intrigued. "I um...I did an inappropriate performance art piece." He said.

"What did you do?" Ella knew she was prying but she was really curious now.




Librarian



Josh smiled sheepishly; his cheeks were definitely pink now. "I came to class naked and covered in paint." He met Ella's eyes boldly and now it was her turn to blush.

"So you're studying art, then," Ella asked.

"Yeah," Josh replied, twirling the sponge in his fingers. "That was kind of a silly stunt but I really am serious about it. It's the only thing, really. The only thing I do care about." He gave Ella a sad smile. She didn't know how to reply and just sat there staring at him. She was prepared for Josh to be cocky and arrogant, not sincere and caring.

Josh pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. "Looks like our time's up," he said with that familiar easy grin. Ella glanced at her own watch and nodded. The time had flown again. They replaced the books and brought their cleaning supplies downstairs. Ella locked the library and they walked to the parking lot together in silence. 

Ella felt a little crestfallen. She had been harboring an unconscious hope all day that something would happen between the two of them. Though, logically, she knew that she couldn't allow anything to happen. As Josh held the door to the building for her, his voice interrupted her thoughts "So how's your car?" he asked.

"Oh shit!" Ella exclaimed, slapping her forehead. "I completely forgot to call the repair service today. I was so distracted thinking about..." Ella realized she was thinking out loud and trailed off, her cheeks flaming. She'd been thinking about imaginary sex with a student all day.

Josh chuckled. "So you need a ride?" he asked her, his blue eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Yes please," she consented in defeat. This is what happened when her routine got thrown off. Everything fell apart. "I'm not usually like this," Ella said as they walked across the parking lot to Josh's car. "I'm usually more..."

"In control?" Josh supplied.

"Yeah," Ella admitted, sinking into his car seat for the second time. The mess didn't bother her so much today, she was expecting it. She glanced at Josh's profile in the dashboard lights as they pulled out of the parking lot. Running her eyes over his full lips she remembered her fantasy last night and felt her passion stirring again. She watched his long fingers on the wheel and thought about him touching her. 

She remembered how he'd put his hand on her knee last night. Maybe he'd been thinking of her last night while she thought of him. She imagined him lying naked in his own bed, stroking himself, remembering her. Ella's bosom heaved as her breathing grew shallow. Josh glanced at her sidelong. She turned to look out the windshield and caught the edge of a smile on his lips.

"Hey," Josh said suddenly. "Are you hungry? You wanna go somewhere?"

Ella was hungry but this was highly inappropriate. "Uh..." she said. "I think I'd better get home, actually," she said, trying to act like a teacher for once.

"Oh c'mon," Josh wheedled. "It's Friday night. Just let me buy you dinner. Then I'll take you home."

Her routine was already shot to hell; Ella nodded. Josh grinned and turned the car towards downtown. When they reached their destination he parked the car and rushed around the side to open Ella's door for her. She giggled and accepted his hand to step out of the car. He didn't let go but towed her along and ducked into a little, seedy looking bar and grill. Noticing Ella's raised eyebrows Josh assured her "I know what you're thinking but it's really good. They make a killer microbrew. You have to try it." His enthusiasm was infectious; Ella smiled and followed him to a booth, going along for the ride.

They ordered drafts and burgers and Ella tried not to freak out about the obvious griminess of the place. Josh seemed perfectly at ease, though. He lounged in his seat and shot her a lazy smile. Ella's own lips twitched in response almost without her consent. "So, librarianing eh?" Josh asked. Ella raised her eyebrows. "Is that fun?"

"I like it," Ella answered a little imperiously. "But apparently I don't know what fun is," she smiled, turning it into a joke. Josh grinned, remembering. "What do you do for fun?" she asked, honestly curious.

"Well," Josh leaned forward, picking at the paper tablecloth. "I like music. Listening to it, not making it. I go to a lot of shows."

"What kind of music?" Ella knew she was out of touch with even what her own generation was interested in but she was being polite.

Josh smiled, reading her thoughts. "I don't think you'd like it."

Ella raised her eyebrows and sipped her beer. Their food arrived and the two of them were quiet for a while as they ate. Ella was surprised to find that she was enjoying herself. The food really was good and the beer was making her feel a little more relaxed. When Ella drained her glass she realized that she was a tiny bit drunk. She didn't drink alcohol very often and she was a small person. At first she was dismayed but then she decided that she liked it.

Ella leaned back in her seat and stretched her back, unconsciously pushing her breasts out towards her dinner partner. When she noticed him looking she grinned a wicked smile of her own. "I'm full," she declared, pushing her plate back. 

"Me too," Josh agreed. He took out his wallet and tossed some bills down on the table between their plates. When Ella tried to object he waved her away and stood up, stretching. "Ready to head home?" Ella nodded and rose. She swayed a little and caught the table edge for support. Josh laughed and held her arm to steady her. "Are you drunk, Ella?" he asked. It was the first time he had said her name.

"No," she scowled at him. "It's just my heels." She took a few steps and smiled at him. "Maybe a little bit drunk."

"You had one beer!" Josh laughed as he led her out of the bar.

"I only weight ninety five pounds!" Ella tried to defend herself but she was laughing too.

"For real?" they were both giggling as Josh helped the woman into his car. He got in the driver's seat and fired it up.

"Play me some music," Ella said as they pulled away from the curb. "One of the bands you thought I wouldn't like." Josh complied, pushing a button on the console and tuning the volume up. Ella leaned back against the headrest, listening as the electric guitars were joined by a man's voice. By the time he reached the chorus she was bobbing her head to the beat. Josh slapped the steering wheel in time to the drums. 

They reached Ella's house before she was ready to say goodbye but Josh hopped out of the car to help her into the house even though she insisted that she wasn't really drunk. He gave her a hand out of the car and walked her to her front door, one strong hand resting on the small of her back. He waited while Ella found her key and unlocked the door. She stepped inside and Josh turned back towards his car, "Wait," Ella said, without meaning to. "Do you, um, do you want to come in?" Stupid, stupid; don't do this, she tried to tell herself.

Josh nodded, followed her into the house and closed the door behind him. Ella took off her shoes, lined them up against the wall and walked down the hallway, turning on lights, leading him inside. She tried to invent a reason for inviting him in but she could only think of the truth. Ella's heart began to pound as she approached her bedroom and she heard his footsteps following her. 

When she got to the doorway Ella turned around, hoping the right thing to say would appear on her lips at the last second. Nothing came to her and she found herself staring up into Josh's smoldering blue eyes. He stepped towards her and gently took her into his arms. As his lips descended on hers Ella let go of all the reasons why this was wrong. 

His kiss was as sensual as she imagined it would be. His soft lips caressed hers, expertly teasing her. She sighed and put her arms around his neck. Josh lifted her, suddenly, and carried her into the dim bedroom. He laid her gently down on the bed and turned on the bedside lamp. Ella was freaking out. Was this really happening? She could definitely get fired for this. But she wanted him so badly. 

Ella reached for him and he sank down onto the bed beside her; she heard his boots hitting the floor and winced. At least they weren't on the bed. As she kissed him Ella touched Josh's face and smoothed her fingers through his hair. He kissed her eagerly and his hands roamed over her cloth covered body, touching and squeezing. Ella rolled on top of the boy and straddled his hips. She sat up and started removing the pins from her severe bun. Josh watched her and his face broke into a smile when her coppery curls tumbled down. He sat up and touched her hair, grinning. "That is amazingly hot," he murmured. "Why don't you always wear your hair like this?"

Ella laughed, she hated her hair; of course he would love it. She shook her head, letting the curls cascade down her back and kissed him again. Sitting on his lap like this Ella could feel his erection through his pants. She found the hem of Josh's t-shirt and slowly trailed her fingers up his chest. He leaned back to shrug the garment off over his head. Ella inhaled; the smell of him made her feel giddy and weak. She trembled in his arms.

Josh slid his fingers up her silky thighs. When he felt the lacy tops of her thigh-highs and the soft skin above them he gave a low moan that sent a flood of heat to Ella's clit. She undid the tie at the waist of her dress and Josh helped her slide the garment off her shoulders and onto the floor. She unclasped her bra and let that fall away too. Josh lay back for a moment to look at her, displayed above him. His blue eyes were half-closed in lust, just like Ella had imagined them while she touched herself last night. 

He reached up to reverently touch the smooth white skin of her breasts. Ella leaned forward, putting herself in his hands. Josh ran his rough thumbs over her nipples, just the way she liked it. She moaned and captured his mouth again. They rolled on the bed, caressing one another and tossing clothing onto the floor. The effects of the beer had worn off but Ella felt drunk on lust. 

When he touched her sex for the first time Ella was already dripping wet. He slid his fingers roughly in and out of her and Ella closed her eyes, breathing raggedly against his neck. When Ella's thighs began to twitch she knew she was about to orgasm. She reached down and grasped Josh's wrist, stilling his movements. He looked into her eyes questioning. 

Ella found his cock and stroked it, watching Josh's gaze turn distant with lust. "I want to feel you inside me," she whispered. Moving between her creamy thighs he positioned himself at her entrance. Ella clasped her hands behind his back as Josh pushed slowly into her. She gave a shuddering moan as his long cock pushed deeper and deeper into her. When he pulled out and thrust in again Ella could feel her legs shuddering. Every thrust sent him crashing against her sensitive clit and she knew she was moments from orgasm.

Josh's lips rested against her neck; she could feel his heavy breath on her skin. When he suddenly bit down on the meat of her shoulder Ella couldn't contain herself anymore. Her orgasm rocked her body and she shrieked in pleasure. With a few hard strokes Josh came too, giving a low grunt. 

They lay together, tangled and sweaty. Josh pulled a sheet over them and took her in his arms, snuggling up to sleep. Before long he was snoring softly but Ella couldn't fall asleep. She carefully dislodged herself from the boy's embrace and slipped off to the bathroom. She washed off her makeup and brushed her teeth like she usually did. Looking in the mirror she ran a finger over the faint bruise on her shoulder and shook her head, smiling. Ella crept back into the bedroom but she couldn't go to bed until she's cleaned up the mess they'd made. 

She gathered up her own clothes and put them away. She folded Josh's clothes into a neat pile and centered it on a chair. She lined his boots up next to the chair. Finally satisfied that everything was in order she got back into bed. Josh was awake; he'd watched her midnight tidying session but he didn't say a word, just wrapped her in his arms again. This time they both fell asleep together.

With the daylight Ella's doubts returned. Before she even opened her eyes she was planning (and dreading) the awkward conversation she needed to have with the student in her bed. When she did open her eyes, however, Josh was already gone. On his pillow was a note that simply said "Thanks beautiful." Thanks beautiful? Ella lay back against her pillows, at once relieved and annoyed. What in the world did that mean?

She spent the whole weekend obsessing over it. On the one hand this absolutely could not go on. It was highly inappropriate and might cost Ella her job. On the other hand the sex had been incredible. Ella couldn't seem to stop thinking about it, about him. The worst part was the waiting, though. She didn't know how to contact the boy. The ball was in his court. 

When Monday rolled around Ella was a nervous wreck. She'd deep cleaned her entire apartment over the weekend in an effort to calm down but nothing had worked. At least she had her car back. Ella mostly succeeded in losing herself in her work that day. She honestly wasn't sure if she wanted Josh to come and see her or not. When five o'clock came and went Ella thought briefly about staying late but decided against it. He obviously didn't want to see her again.

As she walked out to her car Ella was surprised by how upset she was. She knew she should be feeling relief but the rejection stung. She was searching for her keys in her purse so she didn't see Josh leaning against the driver's side door of her car until she was right on top of him. Ella shrieked and clapped a hand to her chest in surprise. 

Josh chuckled "You need a lift Miss Harvey?" he asked with that smile she was falling in love with.

"No actually, it's fixed," she replied. 

"Are you sure," he asked, leaning toward her and searching her face. "I'd like to show you something."

Ella bit her lip. This was the point of no return. If she went with him now she was making a conscious decision to break some very important rules. She took a deep breath. "Actually now that you mention it I'm not sure this vehicle is road worthy. I'd love a ride."

She followed him across the parking lot to his car but they didn't touch each other. At this time of day there were still plenty of students and faculty members around. As they drove out of the parking lot, Ella felt something she hadn't felt in a long time. She didn't know what was about to happen but she was excited, not nervous.

A few minutes later they arrived at their destination, an old Victorian house divided into student apartments. Josh grinned at her and put the car in park. "I thought you might like to see my art." She nodded eagerly and they exited the car. Ella was curious to see what the boy was so passionate about. Josh grabbed her hand and led her up the steps into his building. He ushered her into a large room that might have been the house's dining room at one point. 

Ella's first thought was to be appalled by the mess but she was quickly distracted by the sculptures. They were all different sizes, from a few inches high to some that were larger than life. They were abstracts; multimedia coated and spattered with dark paint, with sand, and wax. Some gave the impression of dripping or crumbling. They were chaos contained; Ella couldn't believe it but she loved them.

She walked around Josh's studio silently, admiring the pieces. Josh stood by the door looking a little anxious, wondering if she would hate this art that was so far from her neat and orderly world. Ella walked back over to him and she wrapped her arms gently about his neck. "I love them," she whispered. He grinned and kissed her, his strong hands on her lower back. Ella pressed herself against him. She loved the way his body felt against hers. "Show me your room?" she asked breathlessly.

Josh grinned and towed her upstairs by the hand. In his bedroom they sank down on the bed, making out like teenagers. Ella was amazed at how much she wanted him; she tugged at his clothes, trying to undress him. He caught her hands, slowing her down with gentle little kisses on her mouth and pulled away.

"Someone once told me," he said, standing up and sliding his belt out of the loops in his pants. "That in the bedroom, people are the opposite of how they are in real life." He looked at her sidelong in the fading light of the afternoon. "We both know how much you like to be in control, Miss Harvey. How would you feel about...not being in control?" The leather belt rested across Josh's hands, an offer and a promise.

Ella shivered and not from cold. She wasn't entirely sure why but she trusted this young man. She took a deep breath and nodded once. "Take off your shirt," Josh commented, jerking his chin at the garment. Ella undid the buttons of her blouse with shaking fingers and let it fall to the floor. "Your bra too." She undid the clasp and threw that down as well, feeling oddly exposed with him just watching her. "And turn around if you please, Miss Harvey."

Ella turned around slowly, so she was kneeling on the bed with her back to him. Josh took each of her arms and crossed them behind her back, palms to elbows. He wrapped his belt around and around her arms, binding them together behind her back and securing the belt with the buckle. Ella tested her bonds, trying to flex her arms loose but she was trapped. Her heart was pounding with excitement and when Josh's lips touched the skin on the side of her neck she moaned.

Josh turned her around again and kissed her mouth. Ella felt unsteady without her arms, like she was about to topple off the bed but Josh held her tight with his hands on her hips. With her arms tied behind her Ella felt like she was thrusting her breasts forward. Her hardened nipples brushed roughly against Josh's t-shirt whenever she moved and the friction was driving her wild. She wanted Josh to touch her breasts but without her hands she had no way to guide him. The situation was out of her control and that thought both terrified and excited her; she could feel that her pussy was sopping wet already.

Josh's fingers slowly trailed up Ella's stomach to caress her tender breasts. She moaned against his lips when his fingers touched her nipples. While he kissed her lips Josh tugged and twisted her nipples, almost too hard. Ella broke their kiss, panting. "Josh?" she whispered.

He stopped what he was doing and laid a finger against her swollen lips. "Don't speak." His tone was soft but his voice was full of an authority Ella wasn't used to hearing. His eyes looked dark in the last dim light of the setting sun. She nodded silently, giving up a little more control. Josh traced his finger around the outline of her plump lips. She opened her mouth and took his finger inside, sucking it slowly in and out and swirling her tongue over it. She kept her eyes locked with his and Josh's breathing grew shallow, watching his finger disappear into her hot, wet mouth.

Josh removed his finger and got to his feet. "On your knees," he commanded, pointing down at the carpet at his feet. Ella obeyed, carefully getting to her feet and sinking down onto her knees in front of him. She waited, hands still bound behind her, as Josh unbuttoned his pants. His erection sprang free and Ella reached up eagerly to take it in her mouth. She moaned at the feel of his tight flesh, he was already so hard.

It was a little different, sucking cock without the use of her hands, but Ella desperately wanted to give him pleasure. She bobbed her head up and down, flicking the head with her tongue. He placed one hand on the back of her head and gently guided her, pushing his cock deep into her throat over and over. She sucked him in, swallowing, and he threw his head back. Each time he pulled back Ella swirled her tongue around Josh's cock and when he pushed himself deep into her throat she swallowed, massaging him with her muscles. 




Librarian



Josh increased his speed, thrusting his hips forward slightly. Ella gagged a little bit but sucked on. He came all at once, holding her head onto his cock as he shot down her throat. Ella swallowed eagerly and was rewarded by his satisfied moan. He pulled out and Ella licked her lips, her knees were starting to ache. Josh smiled down at her. He slowly started removing the pins from her hair. She leaned her head forward so he could see better and finally her fiery curls spilled down. 

Josh took Ella by the arms and raised her to her feet. He held her against his body and nuzzled her neck; Ella giggled. "That was amazing, Baby," he whispered. Holding her around the waist Josh began to kiss Ella's neck. He tested her skin with his teeth and Ella shivered, waiting for the bite but it never came. She was quivering with anticipation; she didn't know what he was going to do next and there was nothing she could do about it anyway.

Josh sank to his knees on the carpet, kissing her stomach and Ella swayed on her feet. He unbuttoned her pants and nipped her hipbone with his teeth, causing Ella to suck in a surprised breath. He slid the pants down her legs and held Ella's hips firmly so she could step out of them. Josh placed his open mouth over her panty-clad pussy and breathed hotly onto her. "Ooh," Ella let out a strangled cry; this teasing was almost too much to take.

Josh chuckled and slid her panties down her legs as well. His tongue darted out to lick her clit just once and Ella stood panting, straining towards him, desperate for more contact. But instead Josh stood up and sat on the bed again, pulling her towards him. Ella couldn't help but notice that he was hard as a rock again. He pulled her closer still, her legs straddling his lap. The tip of his bobbing penis just barely touched her slick pussy and Ella desperately wanted to sink down onto it. But she was not in control today.

Ella stood, legs spread above Josh's waiting cock, hands still bound behind her. Ignoring her pussy's desperate need for contact, Josh played with Ella's breasts. He cupped the soft flesh in his big hands and sucked on her nipples. When he bit down Ella gave a cry and tried to sink onto his cock at last. Josh wrenched her up again and gave her a light slap on the ass. Ella was surprised but not hurt. And she understood. He was in charge now.

Holding her close to him with one arm around her waist, Josh trailed the fingers of his other hand down between her legs. He stroked the silky skin of her inner thighs and she tried not to move, breathing hard. "I know what you want," Josh whispered against her neck, "and I'm going to give it to you. But you have to do as I say." He caught her eyes and held them until she nodded. "Now you may sit down."

She bent her knees gratefully and felt his thick cock slowly slide into her. She shuddered and started to rise up again. "No," josh said softly, holding her down. "Just sit," she sank down again. "Close your eyes," she closed them. "And lean back." Ella leaned back slowly and felt Josh supporting her with his hands on her hips. Her eyelids almost fluttered open when he started to kiss her neck but she kept them closed. His lips and teeth on her exposed throat felt dangerous. Some primal instinct told her not to let him bite her there but she didn't move.

Ella could feel his cock throbbing in her sopping wet pussy and she wanted nothing more than to move just the tiniest amount. She whimpered when his mouth found her nipple again. She knew she could come it he'd just let her move a little. Josh grasped her bound wrists with one hand, holding her at an angle away from his body. "Now," he whispered. "You may move," his voice sounded strained. This was just as difficult for him to resist. Ella flexed her legs, raising herself up on his shaft and sinking back down. She whimpered in pleasure at the long-awaited friction.

She thrust herself again, it was difficult in this position but the angle caused Josh's penis to brush right over her g-spot with every stroke. Josh leaned forward, pressing himself to her. "Open your eyes." He panted against her neck. Ella opened them and she could just see their forms in the dim light of the early evening. He locked eyes with her as they rocked together, their breath coming in damp gasps. Josh kissed her mouth, rising off the bed a little to thrust himself even deeper inside her.

Ella felt her pussy start to twitch and contract, she was about to come. Josh brought his free hand up to cup her breast. He found her nipple and twisted it hard. The sudden pain sent her over the edge and Ella broke their kiss, crying out as her orgasm rocked them both. Ella came down from her high, her legs too weak to move anymore. Josh held her by the waist and thrust hard into her tender pussy. She whimpered in pleasure and pain as he pounded her sensitive flesh, driving towards his own release. He came at last, moaning against the side of her neck.

Ella collapsed on top of him on the bed, too tired to move and unable to get up without her arms anyway. He reached around her and unbuckled his belt, freeing Ella's arms. Ella cried out with real pain as the blood rushed back into her fingers. She wiped her tears off on Josh's sweaty chest and they lay together, rising and falling as they breathed.

Two days later Ella was sitting at her desk, doing paperwork. She glanced at her watch, thinking about taking her lunch break soon when her office door opened suddenly. Josh stepped in, grinned at her and closed the door behind him. "Hey!" Ella greeted him with a smile. "What are you doing here?" Had anyone seen him come in here? Would they wonder?

"I have a free period," Josh replied, walking around her desk. Ella's heart started to pound, just from being near him. She stood up, placing a hand in the middle of his chest when he moved in to kiss her. She could feel how warm his skin was trough the soft cotton. "What's the matter?" 

"We can't do this here," Ella whispered. "Someone might come in." 

Josh only smiled his wicked smile and took her in his arms. "Where's your sense of adventure?" He winked and kissed her, deeply. Ella's head started to swim and she was having trouble remembering why this was so wrong. Josh released her and swept his arm across her desk, pushing her paperwork and pens to the side. He lifted her up easily and set her ass on the edge of the desk. 

Ella Glanced over at her crumpled papers and bit her lip. Josh stared her down, daring her to go and straighten them. She sighed and turned her gazed back to her lover. He grinned and captured her mouth again, pushing the librarian back onto her desk. He kissed her mouth and one hand crept up her skirt. Ella gasped and clung to him, she couldn't believe she was doing this at work. She placed one heel on the edge of her desk, giving him easier access.

When Josh's searching fingers reached her sex and he realized she wasn't wearing any panties he stopped and broke their kiss. "You naughty little slut!" he grinned, surprise evident on his face. She only laughed and grabbed him again. She unbuckled Josh's belt, panting as he groped at her through her blouse. She moaned softly when she felt his hard member in her hand at last. 

He broke their kiss and the two of them locked eyes, panting as he guided himself inside her. Ella stifled a moan as he pushed into her. When she reached for him Josh captured her wrists, pinning her to the desk with his strong arms. She arched her back as he stroked into her, giving up her control to him. As her orgasm built, Ella struggled to contain her moans. Josh kissed her again, nailing her hard on the desk.

When she came Josh had to clamp his hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. He grunted and pushed into her one more time, coming inside her. Afterward they rested, him leaning over her, both breathing hard. Ella grinned at him, fighting back a hysterical giggle. She should really be mad at him for ambushing her like this. They both got up and straightened their clothes. Ella pressed a hand to her flushed cheek. She was sure everyone would know the moment she left the office.

Josh turned Ella's wrist to check her watch. He grinned at her and she smiled back. He pinched her ass on his way out and she gave a little yelp. He shook his head at her, mock disapproving. Ella couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the day, thinking about her naughty secret.