It was getting harder and harder for him to concentrate on his research sitting in the dimly lit library, though his lack of concentration had little to do with the lighting. He was thinking about what it would be like to see the librarian bend over in her little black dress. She was the classic librarian type: long dark hair pinned up in a loose bun and black rimmed glasses. She had a stern look to her, but she showed a hint of subtle warmth behind her eyes.
He continued to let his mind wander and closed his eyes. There in his thoughts she materialized before him, carefully shelving books one after another onto the bottom shelf…and with each book that she placed on the shelf, her dress got a little higher.
“Sir, may I help you find something,” he heard her say. Her voice sounded faint and far away, and he could not distinguish reality from his intoxicating daydream.
“Sir, you can’t sleep in the library, may I help you with something?” she said.
Her voice was louder…closer…and his eyes snapped open. She stood before him now, close enough that he could smell her and see clearly down the front of her dress.
She sensed that he was embarrassed and it occurred to her that he was staring at her breasts. She gave him a knowing grin with just a hint of encouragement. It was cold in the library that evening and she knew that her hard nipples were showing through her dress.
“You’re the last patron in the library this evening,” she said. “Would you mind helping me return the books? It’s snowing and I have a lot of books left. I’d like to get home sooner than later.”
“Yeah, I can help you with that,” he stammered as he stood up to follow her to the book return.
She was taller than he standing in her heels; not by much, but enough for him to feel intimidated by her stature, her beauty and her presumed intellect.
“Carry these,” she said as she pushed a heavy stack of books into his arms, “they belong downstairs in the archives.”
He followed her to the dark basement. It was even colder now and the light faded with each step down the stairs. She pulled her hair down and let it fall in soft curls down her back as she descended the stairs in front of him.
“You were sleeping upstairs; your eyes were closed,” she said. “And I can’t allow that in the library.”
He felt a lump form in his throat and couldn’t manage to utter a word in response.
“You can keep stacking books into the night, or you can follow me into that room and promise to do everything I tell you to do, without question. It won’t take long, but when we are done, I’ll let you leave. I won’t tell the head librarian you were sleeping here.”
She didn’t wait for his answer and instead placed her hands on top of the stack of books he was holding, pressing down until he was forced to set them on the step in front of him. She took his hand and led him into a small dark room at the bottom of the stairs.
As they walked she began to unbutton the front of her dress, and as she did her breasts spilled out supple and round. He could feel himself getting harder, wanting more than anything to bury his face in her chest.
“Get down on your knees,” she said. She grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down. And as she did his face grazed her chest, her stomach, her… He could have easily overpowered her at any time, but instead he surrendered to her control.
She started to stroke his hair and tell him what a good boy he was… and that sometimes even good boys do bad things. He pulled his head away, teasing her, but she grabbed his hair firmly in her hand tugging him back into place, asserting her control over him.
“Shhhh,” she said, “remember you must do everything that I say and I will let you go soon.”
She lifted her dress slowly and placed one leg on the only chair in the room placed beside him. He could see her smooth, wet pussy only inches from his face and wanted more than anything to taste her. He moved his lips towards hers, but his advances were harshly denied. She snapped his head back into place again with a bit more force.
“You will watch me,” she said in a breathless, hungry voice.
She began to touch herself, rubbing her swollen clit in small circular motions. He could smell her and see her getting wetter and wetter, her fluids gathering thick on her fingers. He wanted her so badly, begging her with his eyes. But she would not move to let him taste or touch. She would not release his head from her firm grasp.
He watched as she slid one finger into her pussy and his cock continued to swell. He was rock hard now with no release. Then she slid another finger in and he watched her fuck herself until she cried out in climax just inches from his face.
“Lick up this mess,” she demanded, as she forced her fingers in his mouth and then forced his mouth onto her throbbing clit. “Lick,” she continued. “Lick me until I come again.”
She moaned softly as he licked and sucked her swollen clit and she came again with his mouth wrapped around her and her hand pressing his face between her open legs.
“Turn around, on your hands and knees now,” she said. “I need you to relax and trust me. This may hurt just a little, but I promise that soon it will feel so nice… if you just trust me.”
He felt her step away, but was too afraid to move from his position on hands and knees. It was hard to see in the small, dark room, but he could hear her moving and the sound of her heels clicking as she walked at first away from him and again towards him.
She walked in front of him to face him and said, “I’ll let you give them a good squeeze just once before I take you,” and with that she pulled his arms up and let him wrap his hands around her breasts for a moment. Her nipples were hard against his fingers. She slowly moved his hands away from her breasts and wrapped them around the…big…hard…cock of her strap-on. She smiled down at him with sadistic delight.
The look of shock on his face was visible, even in the dim light, but his shock was soon replaced by a mix of fear and excitement.
She reached down and grabbed his hard cock, dropped to her knees, and began to lick the clear fluid from the tip of his cock. She kissed it and rubbed it on her cheek, smearing his fluids onto her face.
“You are a very, very good boy, you know. That’s why I’m going to teach you something… something new that you will like very much.”
She took his hand and placed it on his own hard cock, “stroke it,” she said. “You need to stay hard for me. Stroke it in time with my strokes and I promise you it will feel so good.”
She wiped his fluids off of her face and rubbed her fingers against her wet pussy until her fingers were drenched again with her own fluids. It was more than he could take. He was so excited at the thought of what was coming next. She spread his ass wide and rubbed the rim with her fluids, gently placing the tip of her cock at the rim and pressing firmly until he had relaxed beneath her.
“One deep breath in love,” she said. And as he exhaled she pressed harder until she was deep in his ass and fucking him at a steady pace, in and out, as he stroked his own hard cock in time just as she had instructed.
“Mmmm,” she moaned. “I can feel you relaxing, keep stroking sweet boy.”
She softly caressed his back with her bare breasts as she thrusted, harder, making her nipples even harder and her pussy even wetter. Just as she did, she reached beneath him and moved his hand away, taking his cock into her own hand and stroking as she continued to thrust her cock deep inside of him.
“You’ve been a very good boy, doing just as I say. And now I want you to come for me,” she whispered into his ear.
And with that, he came on command. His wish… her command. His legs began to tremble and his cock swelled even harder and tighter against her small hand. And finally he exploded, his cock pumping his hot, sticky, delicious cum on the floor beneath them. She slowed her thrusts as she felt his cock pulsing in her hand and kissed him sweetly on the back.
“Good job, sweet boy,” she said. “Tonight you will sleep well, but in your own bed. No more sleeping in the library. And always remember, even good boys do naughty things sometimes.”