Library rendezvous (closed for Littlesubgirl350 )

[acheesyoneliner]

The first time I noticed her, it was the way she fumbled with the shelf labels—fingers trembling just enough to make the plastic rattle. I’d been coming here for months, pretending to browse those ridiculous bodice-rippers when what I really wanted was to watch her blush every time someone checked out "Spanked by the Duke" or whatever trash they kept stocked in the ‘guilty pleasures’ section. But tonight? Tonight she reached for "The Marquis’ Secret" at the same moment I did. Her knuckles brushed mine, and she froze like a rabbit in headlights. I could see the pulse in her throat. Could smell that vanilla-and-ink scent clinging to her cardigan. And when I said ‘You’ve got… exquisite taste,’ her lips parted on this little gasp—like I’d caught her doing something filthy with the library’s copy machine. I waited a breath, dying to see what her reaction would be as free waiting weeks to make my approach.

 

[Littlesubgirl350]

"I... th... thank you," I replied. I hated that he'd noticed what I was looking at. All I was really doing was straightening the books on the shelf -- I tend to be OCD that way. That it was in 'that' section... well, that was purely coincidence, wasn't it? After all, I was the one tasked with keeping things neat and orderly. It's amazing how messy people can be! I pushed my glasses up and looked at him through the lenses. He was cute, with dimples when he grinned at me -- which he was doing right now. I hastened to explain that I wasn't... "It's... it's not my taste," I said tentatively, thinking to myself, 'that didn't come out right, Nikki!' I started again. "I mean, this book. It's just one of the books here. I would never... I mean, I don't normally read this sort of stuff." Such a lie!

I straightened up and smoothed my blouse down over my tummy. My little boobs were suddenly on high alert, I realized. I could feel my nipples pushing hard against the inside of the bra I wore. Fortunately, my plaid skirt was still holding its pleat, and I felt confident in the white socks and sensible shoes I wore. Miss Reynolds, the librarian, had been pleased that my school uniform was within standards for a student assistant.

If only I didn't have the feeling that my panties were damp...

 

[acheesyoneliner]

"Oh? Never even been a little bit curious?" I took a brief moment as she fidgeted to take my eyes over her figure. She was shorter, petite and ravishingly cute. My eyes lingered on her legs covered by white socks as I imagined my rough fingers sliding up her thighs to find what pleasures she hid under that pleated skirt. Pink flush crept across her apple cheeks, betraying the thoughts she hid behind that demure, bookish facade. Shifting to face her, I looked over her smaller frame, opening the book to a favorite passage. "It's one I've read a few times miss, you might be surprised what you didn't know you enjoyed, especially this passage here about the heroine finding out the Marquis likes his partners tied down, and helpless." I said to her with a wink as I watched her chest flutter.

 

[Littlesubgirl350]

"Oh my god!"

I couldn't believe I let that slip, but now that it was out I tried to play it off with a grin. That wink caught me off guard, though, and my heart began to race in my chest. "I... I mean, yeah. Okay. I... I'll have to check it out... sometime I guess."

I could feel his eyes roving over me, and it didn't do anything to keep my nipples from reacting even more. They were throbbing now, as if I'd pinched them or had one of my roommates slap them, as they often did. I didn't necessarily not enjoy being the 'nerd' of the bunch -- the one they loved to abuse when the mood hit them -- but right now it was all I could do to keep my composure around this guy. He loomed over me, the result of my being only 5' 2", and kind of dainty, but this was my place, so I told myself there was no need to be nervous.

But, god, I was!

"Tied... tied down? That seems like it could be... uncomfortable, or dangerous. I mean, why does he have to do that? Does she have some sort of spastic condition?"

I hoped he knew I was joking.

 

[acheesyoneliner]

I lean casually against the bookshelf, letting my fingers trail along the spines as I watch your flustered reaction with quiet amusement "Uncomfortable? Dangerous? Oh, darling... dangerous is when you start wondering what these ropes could do to what's under that pretty cardigan of yours." I bite my lower lip briefly, letting my gaze longer on her striking eyes a moment too long "But perhaps you'd prefer discussing Dewey Decimal systems instead? Such a safe topic..."

 

[Littlesubgirl350]

"Dewey Decimal System? Now you're feelin' my vibe, dude," I tease. "Seriously, any sequence that has more than 4 numbers in the coda, along with a decimal point... you don't know what I might do!" I take my finger and trace it down from your neck to your navel, watching your reaction. "Some time we should riff on the DDS, you know? I bet I can tell you what category you're thinking of, just from the prefixes. And if I get one wrong..." I grin mischievously.

"You could show me what you keep hinting at, about those ropes. Because what's under here..." I look up at you from under my eyelashes, hoping you'll stay until the library closes.

"...might not be the biggest you've ever seen, but right now they're on all kinds of fire, and the only thing that'll put them out is to be hosed down. IF you know what I mean..."

 

[acheesyoneliner]

I reach my hand out to stroke her slender arm, feeling the tremor in her delicate frame as my rough fingers feel the fabric of her cardigan, wishing deeply I was stripping it off her right now. "How about when we get some quiet time alone I show you exactly what I have in mind?" My hand moves to grip her slender waist gently, feeling her petite, toned waist in my grip. "For the record, I find your size extremely alluring miss librarian, it's all about how I can handle you that counts."

 

[Littlesubgirl350]

"Handle me?" I laugh softly. "Are you sure you can handle me? After all, you know what they say about us 'librarian types,' right? "She might look like her world revolves around the written word, but after the books are put away she'll show you another side, that'll make you forget everything you just read."

Giving you a moment to consider that, I lean into you as your hands close around my trim waist. "I think you've already forgotten what you read," I whisper, finishing that statement with a soft breath, blown into your ear. "But then, you might surprise me. Any thoughts on that?"

Glancing down, I'm not surprised to detect a definite bulge in those slacks. As much as I'd love to reach down and confirm just what that bulge promises, the necessity to maintain a sense of decorum in the library overrides my immediate need.

"Maybe we will," I say, pulling away. "For now, I have work to do. But I can show you an interesting volume I found on Shibari, the science of knots. I mean... just in case you do happen to have access to that rope you teased me about?"

 

[acheesyoneliner]

I raise an eye row at her sudden bravado, I notice the last of the patrons filing out the door, and I find myself wishing they would speed themselves away from us faster. With a deft motion my finger hooks under her chin to lift her up to look into my green eyes, burrowing into hers with desire I smile and in a conspiratorial whisper I say to her. "You talk a big game little miss, and I like that, I see your customers are making their way out. I think you should get that front door locked and your books stacked away so we can make our way to the back where it's a little more... Private." I feel the heat radiating off her pale skin, the flush creeping up her chest unmistakable and I can't stop myself from imagining what delightful surprises wait for me under that outfit, my thumb caresses her bottom lip as I turn her back toward the door, giving her perky bottom a push towards the door.

 

[Littlesubgirl350]

'Ooooh, l do like a guy who takes advantage of the moment!' l think, as l hurry to see the last person out the door. 'Let's see, l have one stack of books to put away. But you know what? Since Ms. Reynolds has already gone for the day, trusting me with the keys to the library... l can always do that in the morning!'

Turning to you, l raise one eyebrow and tell you, "there's more to see behind the front desk, here, if you'd like to come experience... how we do business,,, after hours."

l don't bother to tell you that you're not the first young man l've had stay here late with me, or that it's an unspoken secret among the volunteers that, given the opportunity, we'll sometimes offer 'percs' that most students or the more mature library users would never believe were available. But then, l don't think I have to explain that to you, as you slip past the gate and turn to me as if it was always assumed you'd be invited to stay late.

"You're very confident, sir," I say, smiling up at you. "So... did you have some specific 'business' to conduct, now that there are no longer any distractions?" I look up at you with what I intend to be innocence in my eyes, hoping you're the kind of guy that enjoys doing away with a girl's innocence. Or perhaps, turning that into something more primal -- maybe even bringing out her animal instincts?

 

[acheesyoneliner]

I took step towards her, a predatory glint in my eyes as she stepped back towards the heavy oak desk piled with the days work still to be filed. A sly grin crossed my lips as she looked up at me, I watched her bump her ass against the desk, pinning her between the unmoving object and my hungry approach as I reached her. Reaching out to cup her delicate cheek I burrowed my eyes into her gaze, feigning innocence and hiding hunger mirroring my own I let my thumb graze her bottom lip as I tilted her chin up to point her lips at mine. Leaning down to her smaller height our top lips brushed together and I whispered low to her. " I can feel you trembling miss librarian, is that nerves or hunger that has you quivering?" My foot moves to spread her legs slightly as I press myself closer to her, feeling a tremble in her smaller body as we connect, the tight curves of her molding to my muscular body as her warmth spreads into me. Placing a hand on her tight stomach I hook my thumb under the hem of her top, feeling the burning heat of her skin as my lips press deep against hers in a searing hot kiss that is equal parts passion and hunger.

 

[Littlesubgirl350]

"Mmmmmm." I press myself into the kiss as any red-blooded college kid would, especially one who hasn't had a good fucking in way too long. I think you're going to get very lucky in just a little while, but in the meantime I want you to get to play with me a little, to bring out the beast in me.

"So...." I breathe into your ear when our kiss finally breaks, "maintenance left some rope in Ms. Reynolds's office. They used it to tie the desks to their dollies when they brought them in to set them up, the very first day. I kinda stored it away in a drawer, but only if you're interested in that sort of thing."

I press my hand over yours and together, we slide them up under my bra and over the flesh of my tit. As I'd hoped, you begin to knead the supple flesh there. I'm not big, but my nipple stands proudly out into the palm of your hand, and my fingers encourage yours to squeeze it.

"Strip me, sir?"

The fact that it's phrased as a question tells you how submissive I can be when I want to hand over control to you. And the heart fluttering under my breast tells you how badly I want this, and how scared I am at the same time.

"Make... make me d... do things," I stutter. "Nau... naughty things?"

 

[acheesyoneliner]

Retrieving the rope is short work, enough to bind her in any way I choose, even suspend her if the mood takes me. My fingers tighten around the rope, the coarse fibers biting into my palms as I test its strength. A shiver runs down my spine—part anticipation, part surrender—as I meet your gaze.

"You won’t need to ask twice." I step closer, the scent of your skin mingling with the faint musk of old wood and ink from the office. My voice drops to a whisper. "But I want to hear you beg for it first. Tell me exactly what those naughty things are... and how badly you need them."

The corner of my mouth quirks up as I loop the rope around your wrist, pulling just enough to make your pulse jump under my fingertips. In a moment your other is bound, now helpless I grip your wrists and heft you onto the desk, holding your arms over your head as I push your legs apart with my knee to make room for me to press closer. I feel your heart flutter faster with each button I pop free on your top, till your shirt falls open exposing your soft pale skin and tight fitting bra to my eyes, predatory hunger fills them as I rake them up and down your body. My hands roam your frame eagerly, exploring your tight petite curves as my lips find my way to your neck and your ear. "I want to know, miss librarian, how good of a girl you plan on being for me" rumbles the whisper from my lips into your ear.

 

[Littlesubgirl350]

"You like to hear a girl beg, don't you? I had a feeling you would," I whisper, as your lips excite the flesh of my neck. "I... I'm not a bad girl. Not really. But I'm not always good, either."

A sudden gasp as your lips move onto my collarbone. The a/c feels amazing on the overheated skin of my chest and belly, now that they've been exposed to you. My nipples are absolutely throbbing, begging you to remove my bra and feast upon the flesh there, even as I slowly sink onto my back on the cold wooden surface of Ms. Reynolds's desk. I feel so vulnerable, yet so desired as I listen to the sound of your kisses against my skin, in the silence of this space.

"I'll be good, I promise," I tell you. My voice doesn't have the assuredness I'd hoped for anymore. I've begun to sound pathetic; a weakling in the presence of your overwhelming confidence, even among my own surroundings. This always happens -- I feel myself falling under the dominance of the boy I'm with as he begins to take control of me. My bound wrists begin to work against the rope, but it's too late. I'm yours now, to do with as you'd like. The realization causes a sudden dampness in my panties, as your knee presses against my sex, and my breath comes less easily now. This is the way of dominance and submission -- one taking charge, the other bending to his will, as it has always been.

"How g... good do you w... want me to be?" I gasp, my voice expressing my utter helplessness, to your pleasure.

 

[acheesyoneliner]

I reach down and unhook the bra keeping me from your perky little tits, pulling it up over your head with your shirt so your chest is laid bare to me. I lean in hungrily and wrap my lips around your erect nipple, sucking hard and flicking my tongue rapidly over the stiff pink peak and smiling against the warm mound as I feel you writhe and hear you squeal. With one hand I pin your arms over your head, laying you on your back as my hand moves from your hip and up to your other breast, kneading and massaging your flushed breast as I greedily suck and lick the other. Pressing harder against you I feel your wet panties press against the crotch of my pants, the stiff bulge grinding against you as I rock my hips, letting you feel every stiffening inch through thin layers of cotton, so close but still so far away from giving you what you want. I move my head up to yours, biting the rim of your earlobe I whisper to you. "I'm going to put you to the test, let's see how good a girl you are when I hold you down and open that pretty mouth of yours, let's see how well that throat handles me baby." I say in a low whisper as my hand moves up to massage your slender neck.

 

[Littlesubgirl350]

l can't even speak as your hand goes around my slender neck. That hand grips me like an iron vice, arousing me as it tightens around my throat, your fingers making deep depressions in the flesh on either side. All I can do is utter a deep, whimpering groan, testament to the fight already going out of me. Your cock -- that intriguing bulge I noticed earlier -- is now an insistent presence against my barely-protected pussy. I feel its hardness, its strength, nudging against the wetness of my thin white thong panties, and without conscious thought, I raise my hips to maximize the contact between us.

When I hear the words you whisper into my ear, an image overwhelms my mind -- me on my back on that desk, my arms immobilized over my head, your hips bucking against my face as I'm forced to take you into my throat. I feel a flush of dampness that further stains my panties, and which you can feel through your slacks. It brings a low growl from your throat, one that triggers the submissive in me to beg, the moment your hand goes from choking me to massaging my neck.

"Please? I'll do anything. Anything! Use my throat, make me your crying, gagging toy, do what you want with me. Make me your fuck puppet..."

 

[acheesyoneliner]

A smile creeps across my lips as I press them to your neck, hearing the magic words, and your submission I grind my shaft against your wet slit once more before stepping away. Walking around to the other end of the desk, my crotch hovers near your face as I grip your wrists, pulling them over your head and pin ing them down I take my eyes over your body, your chest heaves, flushed red with your back arched presenting your small breasts and stiff nipples helplessly. I look down into your eyes and gently massage your throat, while unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants. "You'll want to relax that throat little miss librarian... This won't be an easy fit if you struggle." With that I let my pants fall, pulling down my boxers my member springs free, long and thick It drapes down across your face, throbbing against your flushed skin the heat from me seeps into you as I press my thumb against your chin to open your mouth. I grip my self by the base, gently rubbing the tip against your bottom lip. "Be a good girl for me, and open up, now."

 

[Littlesubgirl350]

God, I love a big cock draped over my face, smacking my mouth & feeling its heat as it throbs away like it has its own heart beating inside it! Your legs against my arms, immobile over my head, your balls resting on my forehead and inhaling the musk of an engorged cock like this -- when there is no other option open to me -- I slowly open my mouth and extend my tongue out, so there is no impediment to your dick traveling past my uvula.

"Nnngggghhhhh!"

I can't control myself, I moan as the head glides past my lips. Craning my neck upwards, I open as wide for you as I'm able, anxious to feel that throbbing meat enter my throat, hoping I don't gag too much as you begin to ra pe that passage. I know I can take it, I just have to relax, just stay focused...

"Uuurrrrgggghhhh........."

 

[acheesyoneliner]

I feel the pressure at the back of your throat as the tight entrance resists my intrusion. Reaching down I grip your small breasts and massage them, pinching your stiff nipples hard I push my hips forward, feeling my tip sliding past the back of your throat inch by inch until I feel my abdomen meet your chin. I hold it buried in your throat for a moment. "That's a good girl baby, take that cock like you love it." I whisper as I squeeze your bulging throat gently with one hand, feeling it shrink back down as I pull out. My hips rock gently as your throat flutters and spasms around me, I let out a low moan as your gags and groans make me thrust faster as I use your throat harder. My hands roam down your tight little body, feeling your curves until I reach between your legs and peel your soaked thong aside to reveal your dripping slit to the cool air. My fingers deftly slide through the slick folds, feeling you swell at my touch as I find your engorged clit and tease it cruelly. "Look at you gorgeous, so fucking ready for me, such a good little sub taking me."

 

[Littlesubgirl350]

"Uuurrrggghhhh!!!"

Your cock is wider than the college boys I've gotten used to that are just long, but mostly smooth. With yours I can feel the veins along the sides. I panic and let my throat close up around your shaft, bringing another wretched 'urp' up from my clenching stomach. Fuck! I manage to keep it down by swallowing quickly, but my former confidence is severely damaged now; I've humiliated myself in front of you. All I can do now is swallow when I'm able and hope I can keep it together while you ra pe my throat aggressively.

Taking a deep breath, I arch my neck more and resign myself to giving in to whatever you want to do to me. And as you pull out and tap that fat meat head on my glossy lips again, I inhale and prepare myself for your next assault. My mind is going a million miles an hour with all kinds of thoughts -- some pleasant, others dark and degrading.

Your hands on my boobs, then finding their way to my drooling pussy, teasing me there as your hips thrust against my head and your balls drag across my eyes -- all of it is sensory overload. And cutting through it all, your voice, taunting me for my wetness and playing the most sensitive parts of my body like an instrument. I don't think I was ready for this, but now that my throat has opened up for you, at least I can enjoy the abuse.

My legs spread further and my back arches as I give myself over to you completely, my useless arms still trapped by your legs, my tiny body now your plaything.

 

[acheesyoneliner]

I can feel the spit and drool running out around my shaft and dripping down your face and onto the floor below, your makeup runs with it as you mascara leaves smoky grey streaks across that face. I stand up straight as my pace quickens, watching as your tight throat distends with each thrust forcing out another gag and deep moan from my chest. I grip your throat tighter, using your mouth for my pleasure and slapping your perky little breast before teasing tight circles around your swollen clit that's dripping onto the wooden desk beneath you. "Oh you're being such a good little fuck toy for me baby, you want to earn my cock stretching that tight little pussy don't you? You're being such a good girl I can feel how bad you want it, such a hot little mess you're making, keep taking that cock in your throat and I'll let you cum hard for me, you want that miss librarian? You want me to let you cum?" I ask as I lean over your body, letting my breathe whisper over your clit as my lips hover over your quivering pussy. "I bet just a little sick and lick would send you right over the edge you filthy little thing, should I?"

 

[DirrrtyDanny]

Hidden from immediate view in the stacks, I delicately shift two books aside -- Georges' The Broken Casket, and Reedy's Assassin's Legacy, to get a better view of the gorgeous raven-haired spinner who had occupied my thoughts during every Art History class for the past several months, and how she was (or wasn't) handling this stranger's cockhead. She was doing her best, there was no question, giving it her all, as bubbly, frothy saliva dragged along the side of the man's shaft, and her lips, often the focus of my stroking and imagination, so pouty and plush in class -- when she once bit her lower lip and her eyes passed over my face as she looked around the lecture hall, I nearly came right then and there -- now drawn so tight around this man's prodigious fucker. I lowered my zipper, and fished in my pants to draw out my own cock.

I was a skinny kid, which fuelled my own insecurities. Maybe a hundred forty pounds soaking wet, I had tried almost everything I could think of to add mass to my perpetually malnourished frame. Thankfully, one area where I didn't need to gain any mass was my cock, which I both loved, and hated. At home, in the privacy of my own room, I lavished attention on it, loving it far more than I loved myself. Often I was at its mercy, a slave to its whims. Unfortunately, this did nothing to solve my social insecurities. I believed that it made me a freak, that nobody could possibly love me, of find me attractive, and so in school, I was a ghost. Painfully shy, I could (and often did) go unnoticed. Like when I disappeared into the stacks, watching Nikki as she sought out something to stimulate her mind, the same way her image would stimulate my cock when I was sure to come all over my own chest later that night.

But then, this. Like nothing I could ever have imagined. There was no question what I would do. This would never happen ever again. This was miles better than any porn I could possibly find, seeking out goth girls that looked like Nikki. This was the real thing, and my cock filled my hand and then some, already drooling pre as I began to flog it, one aisle away from the object of my every desire. I couldn't tear my eyes away as Nikki struggled with this man's girth, and he growled his intentions into her ear.

What I didn't count on, was the book on the opposite side of the stack, having been moved aside at eye level so that I could ogle her hot little slit and this man who would soon fill her full of cock, toppling and falling off the shelf, thudding heavily to the ground not five feet from their hot, heavy rutting...

 

[Littlesubgirl350]

At this point, I'm beyond knowing what those words mean, or even beyond caring -- as you verbally tease me. Your cock is destroying my throat, your fingers are doing indescribable things to my hard little nipples and to my clit, and your hot breath inflames my pussy as you blow those words over it. I'm fully immersed in sub-space, riding the crest of my own submissiveness, and the situation it has gotten me into, courtesy of the man who is now tearing through my body and soul like a man deranged! Your cock is not only displacing my ability to breathe, but the current desire to, because I can't imagine any better way to exist than this -- as a sleeve for your rampaging, magnificent cock.

A noise somewhere near should alarm me, but what used to be silence in this darkened library office has become filled with the sounds of my gagging, your slobber-covered cock squishing in and out of my throat, and your degrading words to me as you frantically thrust into me. Anything else is just something to ignore, as our bodies writhe and clash with each other, and a massive climax pounds its way through me, followed by another, and another.

 

[acheesyoneliner]

I grip your thighs hard and pull towards me, pinning your knees down to the desk and presenting your dripping wet slit and lifting your ass just slightly off the desk as I wrap my lips firmly around the swollen pink clit at the crest of your aching pussy. I suck hard as my tongue dances across the swollen organ, circles and swipes across it send electric shocks up your spine and send searing heat flooding your chest fighting against the struggle for air and rush of the orgasm crashing through your shuddering little body as you convulse. I feel you dripping wet around my lips, rivers of you running down my mouth and across your thighs as your scream is muffled around the solid shaft pumping rythmicaly in and out of your battered throat. I cradle your thighs in my arms as you ride the waves of pleasure crashing through you and I can hardly tear away from the feast that is you and your body. Straightening up as the orgasm subsides, I withdraw from your mouth to allow you air, watching you take deep gulps of life giving oxygen after having been denied while serving as a sleeve for my length. "Delicious, little miss librarian. I could savor your taste for hours more... But I think you've earned a little... Reward, don't you?" With one hand I grip your thigh and spin you around on the desk, your trembling, soaked thighs and slit now facing me as I burn my eyes into yours. Your face a flushed, smeared ruin of spit and makeup bears none of the innocence it did at the start. I step closer to you, my hand closing around your throat as my swollen, throbbing shaft meets your slick folds, grinding against your wet heat as you twitch with each movement that has my girth rubbing your clit. "Does my good girl want to feel me inside her now? Do you deserve to get fucked properly?"

 

[Littlesubgirl350]

All I can do is nod violently, as your hand is choking off any words I might try to utter. But I know I've surrendered to you in every way a young slut possibly can, and that I do, finally, deserve the pleasure of your cock in my hungry, over-sensitized pussy. You know it too, I'm aware, but it pleases you to ask me such a rhetorical question -- especially considering there is almost no way I have the strength, or the will power, to refuse you. The entrance to my cunt is covered in my frothy juices, thanks to the brutal pounding of my throat and the lust it created inside me, as your cockhead teases my wet labia.

Despite the way you've man-handled me and the damage you did to my throat, I'm eager to feel that cock inside me, where I know I can handle it. You haven't experienced it yet, but I'm a for-real 3-hole slut. I might have had bigger, I might have had longer, and unless you can hold out for 30 minutes or more, I've probably had some that can make me cum more times. (Yeah, I've got some of my swagger back, now that I'm not pinned like a bug on the end of your dick!) But I'm eager to find out for myself, and I've got another surprise for you, if you've got anything left after all that.

Pulling your hand from my throat, I tell you in a hoarse voice, "I'm still innocent, despite what you did to my makeup. At least, I'm somewhat innocent! So lean forward, big man, and put that fuckin' girder where it can do the most good! Then we'll decide if I've been good enough for you..."

"...sir," I add, pushing a lock of my sweaty, tousled hair off of my forehead.