****** The Librarian by Zobio ******
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The Librarian


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The woman unlocks the door. She has a long day at the library ahead. She likes
her job, she reads new books and if she likes them she orders them for other
people. People she has never met. For years she has avoided people at all cost.
She likes to read she has spent most of her life thinking one day her life will
be like a book. It never is unless someone has written a book about a person
who does nothing except read books.

She is quiet during the weekly work meeting and is otherwise left alone at
work. She lives alone and has only in the last few years become lonely. Her
frigid pussy had never reacted to men. Which was too bad, because she was built
for it.

Despite her amazing figure men seldom paid any attention. When she worked she
always wore large earth toned vests and baggy pants. Like a present waiting to
be unwrapped nobody could guess what lay inside the outer facade.

She read historic novels, biographies and she sometimes fantasized. Although,
she and anyone who had been abstract enough to think of her pussy knew it to be
most certainly dead. A dead cold tomb for cobwebs and dust, with an occasional
cold wind bringing a frigid heart-piercing wail.

Sometimes a book would sway her romantically. Today she had been reading Anne
Rice's beauty Series and he cunny had been awoken. A nice girl, like her, was
being forced to do despicable things. The girl's body was fresh, like hers, and
it had responded in ways she hadn't really thought about.

Her heart rate quickened and she began to move in her seat. Then she felt the
first sensation, like mucus running out of her nose, but down between her legs.
The liquid began to grow like morning dew, but warm and thick like honey in the
afternoon sun.

Her hot cunt had reacted very strongly to Beauties punishments and debasement.
She wanted to be good and had never been married so she never had focused on
sex, avoided it actually.

The thought that a man might take her and force her virginal pussy to accept
him was a fantasy that became all consuming. She longed for someone to figure
out that she was not a nice prim Librarian, but a hot slut waiting to be told
what to do. She now knew that she need something, she didn't want to die
without it, but she also knew she would never let on, never tell. That was her
conundrum, how to get another person to have sex with her without telling
anyone she was there.

Of course she was a good girl, a good Christian, but if someone forced her! She
sometimes though that she would like it, that she could solve her problem,
if...

These thoughts sometimes became more than she could take. She was now imagining
herself naked in a circle of men. Her clothes ripped off as they tossed her
around the circle. Each touching anywhere they liked; ripping holes in her
clothes to expose her nipples and pulling at them even as she was forced onto
her next assailant; pulling at her and whispering disgusting things in her ear;
kissing her full on the mouth and holding her by the hair; squeezing her large
pale gravity defying breasts; passing her hair like the handle on a whiskey
bottle, each man taking a good strong drink. She flushed.

She had to reach for the ordering book she kept at the far end of the desk. As
she leaned over, her now wet pussy rode up on the corner of her desk. She knew
she should get back to her reading, but the desk felt so good and she so rarely
felt good.

Her pussy was another part of her she had long ignored and this sudden
awakening was more than she could handle. Even as the warmth had grown to chili
powder in her cunny, she had never even thought of rubbing it, of helping
herself. She began to move her hips more vigorously; taking from the desk what
she would never dare share with another, especially a man. She bent over now
imagining she was being forced by the book or the desk to grind her pussy on
the corner.

She soon had her dress well up, exposing the white stockings and pink heart
panties that normally would only be seen on a much younger girl. She began to
lick the desk. Sticking her tongue out and licking long forward motions that
matched the slow deliberate thrusting movement of her body. It was the naughty
book that was making her do it and she banged the book down on her wonderful
ass. The book was taking charge and giving her an awful spanking.

Like a babe learning to walk she wanted only to run. They say insane people
nowadays are not as crazy as the crazies of the past are, because people self
diagnose and self-help themselves with intuitive knowledge of the times, like
Freud's phallic symbols and sexuality. People in the old days who heard voices
or looked twice at their mother freaked, this what was happening to the
librarian. She had freaked, she had a world she knew and had explored what she
knew as reality.

This hot enchilada that was eating her itchy fuck hole alive made her feel like
she had just ripped off her clothes and was running naked through the jungle.

The feeling was evident, she was totally unaware of her surroundings and was
lost in her fantasy of getting passed around in a circle of rough men. She was
throwing her head around from fake slaps, unconsciously pretending the desk was
groping hands and the book that slapped her ass was held by one of these men,
surely she truly at that moment believed.

When her boss, the Library Dean at a nearby college walked in her sexual
epiphany in full swing. He tried to act naturally; even as his dick began to
swell he put his hand over his mouth and coughed gently. He had worked in
English scholastic institutions and when he wanted to, he could act subtle. He
stood in front of her desk for a few minutes trying ever less subtly, to make a
noise that would gently bring her back to work.

He finally yelled "HEY! BABE!" with both hands cupped over his mouth. She began
to slowly wind down. Her pupils where large and she was staring half at him
half off into the place she had been. The whole truth slowly washed over her
and she stumbled backwards.

She was mortified. There she was bent over the desk. Her panties were pulled
down just below her curving ass and her tights were down around her knees, this
was on full view as her skirt was well above her waist. Her ass was red from
her books (actually her own she realized) spanking and she still had her tongue
extended onto the surface of the desk.

She looked up from licking the table and instead of being scared she just
stared up at her boss with the most desperate puppy eyed look he had ever seen.
She didn't care; she would give up the rest of this boring porridge all day
long life for just a taste of what she had just had. She wanted to go back to
sleep so she could dream again.

The Dean walked over and pulled her long skirt right up over her head and
twisted the top. She was as new to all this as Bambi to rifle practice, but the
dean knew that look.

He had seen it often enough in his mother's eyes, God rest her soul.

She was in her own world of darkness now as trapped in her skirt as in her
passion. Her boss was now watching her plump ass rotating above the corner of
the desk. He was quite experienced, whoa, had he fucked a lot of women, but he
had never seen a woman so desperate, so horny.

He reached out and caressed her ass to which she let out a moan. He stood
behind her and felt her ass liberally. When he began to spank her ass, she
continued to force her juicy slit hard, very hard against the desk in a bucking
motion he recognized as pre orgasm fervor.

The desk was covered in her juices and she was rubbing her tight snatch all
over it and it made squeaking sounds. He reached out with both hands and took a
firm grip of either side of her ass stopping her motion and the upcoming
cumming.

She began to weep and wiggle her ass back and forth in little motions. He held
her while she made little begging sounds like an animal that lacked speech.

Her upper body was still tied up in her upturned dress. She reminded the Dean
of the old walking cigarette boxes. A cigarette box with sexy legs at the
bottom. She was a sack with sexy legs and stuff at the bottom.

He gave her ass a heavy slap and she gurgled up another moan. He took the ass
he held firmly and now under his control began to rub her pussy against the
corner of the desk. He gripped her soft fat white cheeks so hard; his pink
handprints would last for hours.

Now with her boss controlling the rhythm she was held back. She wanted to
thrust more, but the hands held her hips firmly and only allowed her to rub
enough to drive her crazy with desire.

When he started to spank her again it was all he could do to slow her from
orgasm. He took out his dick and slid it in her dripping slot. She was so hot
and so wet he couldn't believe it was so tight. When she started to bleed he
was aghast to have found the only 26-year-old virgin in the country. She was
bucking now grinding her ass into him. All he had to do was hold on to the
flesh of her ass to keep her from coming too quick.

By the time the phone rang she had already cum several times. He clamped a hand
on the back of her neck forcing her down over the desk and holding her in
place, answering the phone with his free hand. It was his secretary and he was
late for the staff meeting he had come to invite her to. The woman on his cock
started really moving her hips, almost banging them against the Dean. Before he
could end the conversation the librarian had built herself up to one hell of an
orgasm. If she had had a lot of orgasms, as much as the Dean (who missed this
one), she would have still really enjoyed this one, but it being her first and
only it was "Un-fucking-believable" the exact phrase she had just screamed at
the top of her lungs.

When he could hear the phone again, he said he would be there shortly and hung
up. Her could feel her juices pouring out of her cunt and covering his low-
slung testicle. It was kinda gross.

Although she was still grinding herself against him she was coming out of her
stupor and remembering who she was and the state she now found herself in. She
began to cry. Watching her cry as her hips still milked him her boss understood
her plight and could not have been happier.

He pulled out and pulled her up with the grip on her neck and kissed her. She
resisted and bit her teeth together. A strong slap across her face started her
crying again. The slap was all it took. She could do nothing now; this man was
too strong for her. It was no longer her fault, she was not just some common
whore but a good girl who had to do what she was told, had to follow every
order by her boss, every slutty thing he wanted she would be forced to do. It
was these thoughts that fueled her as she fell to her knees and began licking
his balls clean. It felt great and it solved the problem of the messy balls.

His dick was hard as an 8-inch diamond. He was beginning to feel faint and sat
down in the chair.

The librarian was soon licking at his neck and again making sounds that sounded
pre-human. Her boss picked up the coarse twine that had bound the delivery of
books on her desk and wrapped it around her wrists.

With her wrists secured behind her back he took hold of her hair and pulled her
away from his neck. He pushed her onto her desk and ripped off her panties,
pulled off her stockings and dress. He pulled down her vest, which hung at her
tightly bound wrists. The turtleneck she wore showed off what the vest usually
hid.

Two large breasts rounded and pointing forward. He caressed their roundness a
little roughly. It wasn't until he pulled roughly on both nipples that she
began to moan and rub her pussy on his thigh. She had never felt like this
before and she did not want it to stop. He lowered her down into her office
chair making sure her arms were in back. He used her stockings to secure her
arms behind the back of the chair and pushed it up to the desk.

She had never been so helpless or happy. She now sat at her desk totally nude
except for her shirt. Despite her pleas he left her in her office. She was not
sure who would come in next.

The next person to enter her office was the book delivery boy. She clamped her
legs together unseen under her desk, which was all the modesty she could
physically muster. The boy dropped the books on the desk trying not to stare at
her perfect tits that jutted out well over the desk. Why had he never noticed
those before?

Her arms where behind her and they only forced her tits forward more. She was
ready to cry, but knew if she did, all would be found out. How would she face
anyone else at work should she be found tied half-naked in her own office. She
looked up at the boy and while her pussy squirmed and almost flooded her seat
she told him that she would not sign now, but later.

The boy said that the signature was required with delivery and she had to sign.
He moved forward to come around the desk, but her shout of no stopped him he
stared at her. Why had she not moved her arms he thought?

The Dean came in and saw the situation. He asked the boy what the problem was.
The boy was a little bewildered "She said that she did not want to sign for the
books and I have to have a signature. Why not?" he asked.

Her boss moved slowly past the boy standing in front of the desk and ignoring
him sat on the moistened left corner of the desk. He reached out his hand and
took hold of her chin squeezing her lips together. He forced her to look up at
him.

"Is this right? You have refused to sign this man's paper?" he asked.

The answer sounded a little funny coming through her distorted lips, "Ywes
Swer, Why whefused to swign..."

His dick hardened as did the delivery boys and he said, "You're being a very
naughty girl aren't you? Very hard to get along with?"

She did not want to answer especially in front of the delivery boy she had
known for years, but she knew that it could easily get worse. So she looked up
and said in her best little girl voice, "Yes sir, I was being naughty I am
sorry."

"I'll sign this one," the Dean said grabbing the clipboard from the awed
teenager, "but you have to be a very good girl in the future."

The delivery boy who had thought for years that this woman was literally made
of ice nearly fainted when she said, "Yes sir" again.

The delivery boy considered saying something cute, but just left.

When the boss had signed the papers he showed the delivery boy out and to her
surprise followed him through the door.

Again, she was left helplessly tied in her own office for hours. The hard
wooden seat was hurting her ass and she couldn't get any pressure on her cunny.
She began to roll around on her sore rump and sniffle.

Her pussy was still throbbing, but the intensity had diminished over the hours.

The Dean came by during his lunch. The rest of the library staff had left for
his or her own lunch breaks.

He put his lunch on the desk and walked behind her. His hands came around under
her breasts and grabbing one in each hand he began to caress, pulling hard on
each nipple. Her pussy began to shoot out liquids and her moans resumed. When
her boss's hand wandered down to see if her pussy was wet he was surprised that
not only was her tight little hole juiced up but the hard wooden seat was
covered in goo.

After he had started her engine back to idle, he pushed her chair over. He was
holding the back a little so she wouldn't bang the floor too hard. She fell and
squirmed until she got her arms over the back of the chair.

He picked up the chair.

She squirmed to her knees and glowered at him. "You can't do this," she said,
not very convincingly.

The dean reached in the top draw of her desk and removed a pair of scissors. He
grabbed her nipple hard and pulled. When the nipple finally escaped the pinch
he cut off the part of the shirt he was still holding. The turtleneck, her last
vestige of protection now had a 4" patch missing where her tit was now poking
through.

"Can I do this?" The Dean asked. "Or this?"

He pinched her other nipple. He pulled the harden nub until it snapped back
leaving shirt. He cut another huge chunk out of the other side.

The librarian was now kneeling in front of the Dean. The Dean grabbed both
nipples and pulled until she was on her feet.

"Now," he said, punctuating it with a twist "what can I do?'

"Anything...anything," she murmured.

"Louder." He really gave a hard twist and she almost somersaulted over sideways
to roll with the agony.

"ANYTHING YOU WANT!" She shouted.

The Dean seemed to think she seemed sincere. "You can start by calling me sir."

"Yes, sir," she said, her eyes on the floor.

He was a good-looking man dressed sharply in a suit, he looked a lot like an
author she know.

"Now, while everyone is out of the office I shall walk you up to my office".
Kneeling in front of him she started to beg, "Please sir, please no sir." until
a slap to her face shut her up.

"What can I do you little slut?" The dean reminded her with a harsh tone in her
voice.

"Anything sir, you can do anything to me and I can't stop you." She cooed in a
syrupy little girl's voice.

He pulled her up off the floor by her nipples again. He grabbed her hair and
pulled it to waist level. While she was bent over and despite the tightness, he
managed to fit two fat fingers in her ass.

She was so tight his fingers hurt.

He practiced marching her on his fingers over to the wall, forcing her nose to
actually touch then he turned her around and marched her over to the other
wall. It took a lot of practice for her to wiggle her ass and rotate on his
fingers the way he liked. He finally got her ass right and he had her marching
with her knees up in the air.

Humming "I love a Parade" he opened the door on the empty office and marched
her out towards the elevator.

Marching in place with two of the Deans fat fingers shoved up her hinny, she
began to say a prayer that no one would be on the elevator.

When the elevator stopped there was someone on it. A man now looking at her
tied almost completely naked form. Her titties strained against gravity and
shot through the holes in the shirt. Her pink nipples now red and swollen twice
their normal size.

She blushed and would have run for cover if her boss had not had two firm
fingers up her ass and was marching her onto the elevator. It became obvious
that he was controlling her in this way as he got on the elevator. Her
turtleneck shirt was now a dress, but it was very short. The man glanced over
from the side and the Dean's method of steering was obvious.

The other man chuckled and stared openly.

The boss said, "I hope you brought the equipment." He laughed and said he had.

She wanted to look to see if she could guess what was in the man's bag, but the
fingers had forced her into one of the front corners of the elevator and she
couldn't see a thing.

"When you are in the corner you can't really march, but you should keep moving
you thighs back and forth so as not to lose the rhythm," the Dean instructed.

She remembered that this was not her fault; even though it felt good to her she
would have stopped it if she could have. She couldn't so she just gave in and
began to move on the fingers. They filled her up so! Not to mention the control
they exerted on her. A finger moved to the left or to the right signaled how
she was to act; she focused on feeling and obeying the mighty digits corking
her poop shoot.

All three were soon in the boss's office. He walked in and bent her over the
front of his desk. She was bent over and could not see anything, her ass had a
mind of it's own and was wiggling out of control trying now to force more of
the unwanted fingers in her ass.

She was surprised when for a moment the lights flickered much brighter. She
tried to stand up as the flash went off again. This was the most humiliating
day of her life, but no matter how much she loved it she had no intention of
having her picture taken. At least not without more force, at least a threat.

Her ass stopped moving and sensing her reluctance the Dean said to his friend
from the elevator "Just casual poses of this slut's pussy and some light sex or
should we nail her titties to the shelves and whip her ass with the cane?"
Before his friend could answer the ass had started working on his fingers
again.

He had also begun to notice how much information her ass movements alone could
share. Not so exacting as the fingers, but moods and level of activity traveled
up his arm. Her little nervous wiggles and clenches never went unnoticed.

A little girl voice kept repeating "Anything you say sir."

The fingers borrowed in and she was forced against her will over the desk to
pose for the pictures. She was then turned around. The camera was on a tripod
and could be controlled remotely. She found this out as both men stood on
either side of her while she lay on her arms tied behind her back and they each
held up one of her legs, spreading her wide for the camera.

Her pouts and begging would look great on film. The two men spent their lunch
hour posing and playing with their new toy.

After the man left to develop the film, her boss fed her lunch. She was now
completely naked and hiding under his desk. Hiding because as he fed his naked
little pet morsels from his lunch his secretary was allowed in several times.
She was literally eating right out of his hand. After each morsel she licked
his hand clean.

The woman was petrified of the secretary. She knew she could not see her but
the thought that she would be caught eating off the floor by someone she knew,
was more than she could take.

Her boss now had pictures of her. She would do anything if he would keep this a
secret.

She swore this after the other employees had left and during an over the lap
really hard spanking. Her boss was hitting her hard on the ass with a wooden
ruler and explaining that she needed discipline.

He was preaching to the choir and she agreed between sobs. This was a nice
romantic moment for the couple; a feeling of understanding and togetherness
engulfed them.

"Now count out the next 50, and thank me after each one," the Dean demanded.

"Yes... Master," she whined. Her plump bright red ass swerving and grinding on
his leg. He could feel her warmth and her juices through his pant leg.

Her boss made her swear that she would do anything he desired or else.

What choice did she have now, it was beyond her control, it wasn't her fault
and she would wallow in it.

A pig forced to get dirty in the mud.

She exploded in the second orgasm of her life, it was a good one too. A little
while later she contemplated her new life as she drove to her boss's house.

Tied up securely in the trunk of his car.


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