I hope you like this short sex scene that inspired the much rougher and longer version on my blog, there’s a link in my post history. I’m about to post part five soon. I’d really love any feedback.
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I’d waited long enough for the last customer to leave, and decided to go look for him. He’d shown up a few hours ago and I noticed him right away because he was pure perfection. Now it was time to close and he’d gone missing. I locked the front doors and headed through the cavernous building to find him.
He’d left a book open on the table and it brought me to a halt. The Complete Illustrated Kama Sutra. It had been ages since I’d had sex, and I felt a tingle between my legs. It really didn’t take much to make that happen because I was perpetually horny.
The place was deserted, except for that super hot man, and no one was looking, so I decided to check the smutty book myself and take it home for the night. Smiling, I picked it up, but gasped in surprise when it was swiped from my hand.
I spun in shock, my eyes wide. “Goodness. That scared me,” I complained, my heart racing. It was that sexy man, and he was standing very close, wearing a cocky grin. A thrill shot through my entire body at the sight of him.
“Oh, what a naughty librarian you are,” he said, opening the book and swiping through the pages. “Oh, yeah. This position should do it,” he stated.
“Um…excuse me,” I said, trying to regain my composure. He reached around me to place the open book on the table and I noticed how wonderful he smelled. Good lord, the man was big, too.
“You’ll address me as ‘Sir,’ or I’ll have to punish you,” he said.
Suddenly, his hands were on my hips and I was spun around. He pulled me hard against him and I almost groaned at the feel of his hard cock against my ass. His arm went around my waist and his other hand stroked up my side until it was splayed on the back of my head.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Quiet,” he ordered. His hand pushed my head forward until I was bent at the waist looking down at the book. He’d opened it to a position identical to ours. A man was positioned behind a woman that was bent over a table. “I’m fucking you like that,” he explained.
Oh, my God! Could I do this? I didn’t know him. He was a complete stranger, for God’s sake. When I hesitated, he ground his hard cock against my ass again. Oh, my. That felt so good and I wanted it. Yes. I could definitely do this.
“Hands on the table,” he commanded, his voice a growl.
I immediately placed them on the table and his splayed hand went to the small of my back, pressing down until it was arched. I was so turned on. I’d never been in this vulnerable position and my pussy was throbbing already. He stroked down my arched back to my hips and began inching my skirt up.
“What have we here? Very nice,” he murmured.
I turned to see if he was serious. My body was curvy and I was in my late thirties. Definitely not who you’d expect to be wearing a thong.
“Did I tell you to turn around?” His hand came down hard on my ass and I yelped. He’d just spanked me! I was completely shocked and tried to straighten up, but his forearm came down across my back. As my ass grew hot, I silently fumed at the turn of events. I felt cheated.
However, the heat began spread between my legs and a delicious tingling began. I squeezed my thighs together and it felt amazing. I was shocked. Did I like this? I liked getting spanked?
“Who are you wearing these for?” he asked, his finger tracing the top of my stockings. They followed the garter belts upward and then back down again.
“My stockings?” I asked.
He remained silent and his fingers were now trailing across the cheeks of my bottom. I tensed when they drifted over the heated spot where he’d spanked me.
“Answer,” he demanded.
“I always wear them. Um, they’re comfortable,” I explained. His fingers followed the fabric of my thong until it disappeared between my legs. Oh, how I wanted his touch a little lower. I squirmed backward.
“Hold still,” he warned, his voice a growl. His hand left my ass and suddenly grabbed the hair that was piled on top of my head and he yanked my head back. The feel of his huge body was amazing when he bent me back until his mouth was at my ear.
“Part your legs,” he growled, his teeth teasing my earlobe. I was so riled up, I’d have done anything he asked. Literally anything. I couldn’t wait to have his hard cock inside me. I actually whimpered when his fingers went inside the front of my thong. I was very close to coming and he hadn’t even touched my pussy yet. I held my breath in anticipation. His finger slid over my clit, and he flicked it gently until I could hardly stand it.
“Please,” I begged.
“Please what?” he asked, as he dipped his finger into my pussy.
He had nice, large fingers but I wanted more. I wanted something bigger. I wanted his cock. I could feel it pressing against my ass and pushed back into it.
“Tell me what you want,” he ordered.
His finger went in a little farther and a little harder. It was good, but it still wasn’t enough.
“You. I want you inside me, sir,” I told him.
“So wet for me,” he murmured into my ear.
I groaned as he pulled his finger all the way out of me, dragging my juices across my clit. He was driving me mad. I wanted to turn and unzip his pants.
“Please fuck me,” I cried.
His hand left me and a second later he ripped the thong completely off of my body.
“Hope those weren’t sentimental,” he said, and then I heard the zipper.
I pushed back against him and wiggled impatiently. He rewarded me by pulling away completely and his hand came down hard across my ass again.
“Hold still. I’m in control,” he told me.
I bit my lip and clutched the table, resisting the urge to push back into him again. The feeling of his cock sinking into my opening brought a gasp of pleasure from me.
“You’ve got a tight little pussy,” he said, pushing into me slowly, completely filling me up.
He withdrew very slowly. Way too slowly and I whimpered.
“More,” I groaned, wiggling my ass.
Knowing what I needed, he grabbed my hips and slammed into me. My head flew back in ecstasy. He withdrew and pounded back inside me again and again. He went so hard that I screamed with each thrust.
“You like it hard, baby?” he asked, as he pounded into me.
Oh, yeah. I did. I loved it. The rougher the better. However, I couldn’t answer. I’d never had an orgasm from sex alone and if he kept this up, I thought I might come. It was building and I arched my back even more.
“That’s it, arch that fucking back,” he growled, slamming into me harder than ever.
“Oh, yes!” I screamed, my voice echoing through the building. His fingers came around the front of me and stroked my clit as he slammed into me. That was all it took to send me over the edge. I groaned as waves of pleasure overcame me and my pussy convulsed around his cock.
“That’s it. Come for me, naughty girl,” he said, his breath in my ear.
He didn’t know this about me, but I’d continue to come as long has he stroked my clit. I didn’t know if every woman was like that, but usually when I played with myself, I had to stop because it became so sensitive I could hardly stand it after a while.
His weight left me and he shoved a palm into the arch of my back, pushing me forward until my tits were pressed to the table.
“Now it’s my turn. Let’s see if you can take a real pounding,” he growled, his voice husky.
Oh, my God! What he’d just given me wasn’t real?
Suddenly, he grabbed my hips again, holding them firmly and sunk himself hard into my pussy. It was harder than he’d went before and I was coming again. He pulled out and slammed back inside, using all his strength. I screamed, overcome with pleasure and just the right amount of pain each time he plowed into me. I’d have a bruised ass for sure in the morning, but I didn’t care. This was so good, better than I’d ever known.
“I’m going to come in that tight little pussy,” he growled.
He drove into me one last time and ground his hips around as he filled me up. I felt his cock throbbing inside me and was sorry when he pulled away. Unable to move, I remained sprawled across the table. Aftershocks of pleasure throbbed inside me. They were so strong that I moaned again.
“Jesus, woman. Are you still coming?” he asked, leaning down beside me with his hand stroking down my back.
“Mmmmm hmmm,” I answered, then continued, “I’m almost done.”
He chuckled, and then I heard the zipper. That was my cue to pull myself together, and I pushed myself to my feet. Had I really just done that? I’d had sex in the library with a stranger? Good God!
What had gotten into me?
The handsome man straightened his tie and grabbed his jacket. My mom raised me to be lady like so I immediately slipped back into that role. I straightened my clothes and smiled up at him.
“Well, that was um… It was very nice to—”
He interrupted by grabbing me and bending me backward over his arm. His mouth crushed mine and I grabbed onto him. He growled and his tongue invaded my mouth briefly before he set me back on my feet.
My fingers went to my lips and I stared at him, stunned.
“I’ll be back, and next time you’re sucking me off,” he said, straightening his tie.
My jaw dropped as he smiled and then sauntered out of the building.
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If you’d like to read more, look at my post history for links to my WordPress blog, Casual Sex Gamer. My pen name is Randi Holiday.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/4xlqnp/the_sexy_librarian_and_the_alpha_male
very nice ;)
Great writing, very hot!
Oooh. Gonna check out your blog.