I notice you as I’m working on a project in the library, sitting across the common area at another table. I find it hard to concentrate, your partially unzipped hoodie keeps opening as you lean over your books, revealing your cute patterned bra underneath.
As you stand up in search of another book, I quickly scribble a note and wrap it with a long red ribbon, leaving it on top of your notebook. Returning to your seat, tucking your hair behind your ear, you look around and see me engrossed in copying more notes. Opening the letter, you read my words: “I want to ravish you. Tie the ribbon around your neck and meet me in the reference section. Leave your underwear behind.”
You stuff your books into your bag, and I glance up at the noise to see the red ribbon looped around your neck and you finish it in a bow over your throat. I watch you reach under the table and lean back in the chair, your arms shifting under the table before you leave. I wait a moment before I quickly follow up the stairs to the stacks. The floor is abandoned, with low lights illuminating every other row. I check row after row, eventually locating you in a dark aisle near the shelves of encyclopedias.
“I see you needed a break as well.” I whisper in your ear, stroking my fingers down your neck, tracing along the zipper of your hoodie and teasing between your breasts. My other hand crushes the bow as it holds your throat, my thumb and forefinger lifting your face to meet my kiss. My rough stubble scratches your chin as my lips press to yours, sharing breath as our passionate kissing intensifies.
Turning your body around, I pin you against the shelves my hands rubbing up your sides and cupping your breasts, squeezing them through your bra. My pants bulge, pressing against your firm, full ass. My strokes up your side lift the hem of your top higher, my fingertips drawing figure eights on your exposed skin.
Lowering the zipper, I let your top hang free from your shoulders as I breathily whisper “You are so sexy, I want to play. Will you be my good girl?” You turn around and look into my eyes, pleading, expressing your assent. I reach under your arms and release the clasp of your bra with three quick squeezes. My hand slides up your chest, lifting your bra, letting your breasts spill out, falling into my waiting palms.
My thumbs rub over your nipples as they stiffen from the attention. I nibble at your neck as I lift your arm, pulling the bra strap up and over your wrist, letting it fall from your other arm, dropping to the floor. I lick down your chest, sucking your stiffening nipples into my mouth, flicking my tongue over your sensitive buds as my lips nibble on the tender flesh.
I slide one hand under your skirt, bunching it at your waist, then I drop to my knees and lift your leg to rest on a shelf, exposing your dripping cunt. One whiff of your intoxicating juices and my mouth is on your cunt, my tongue parting your lips, swirling over your clit.
As I look up at you, your hair hanging over your face and draping down your full breasts, I reach up, cradling them, pushing your hair out of the way as I pull two binder clips from my pocket, letting them close on your tight little nipples. I string a chain of paper clips, the metal reflecting the light from the next aisle as a moan escapes your lips from my tongue, circling firm and fast on your swelling bud.
I suddenly stop, hushing your moans with a “Sshhhh…” I grab a small paperback from the shelf behind me, pushing it between your lips. “Hold this. That should keep you quiet.” I stand up, giving the chain a few tugs, sending shivers through your body from the sensation.
I grab the tallest book I can find, and pushing your legs apart, I place it at your knees. “Don’t let this fall, or else…” my voice trails off. “Let’s see how much pleasure your body can take. Rub your cunt for me. I want to watch you cum.”
“Spread your pussy for me. Stroke your clit until you cum,” I command. You greedily slide your fingers up and down over your clit, your body trembling, awash in pleasure. I tap the edges of the clips, tugging on your breasts as they bounce from your vigorous rubbing.
You reach your peak, your shallow gulping breaths making your cheeks flare around the book locked between your clenched teeth, and you nearly lose your balance, leaning back against the shelf. In your reverie, your knees shift and the book falls, my shoe catching it before it can slam to the ground. My expression becomes stern. “I told you to hold this between your knees like a good girl. Do you know what happens to bad girls?” I focus my eyes on yours, as you look down. “They get punished,” I growl as I place the book onto the chain of clips, the heavy weight tugging on your nipples.
I unfasten my belt and lower my fly as I turn you around, pulling you from the shelves. The book sways on the chain, tugging and pulling at your breasts, each squelched moan vibrating the book in your mouth. Bending you over, your grab onto the shelf to steady yourself as my cock slides into your waiting cunt. I hold the waistband of your skirt as my long slow thrusts get faster, my shaft becoming coated in your wetness.
As my thrusts continue, the book falls to the floor from your lips, and I lift the book on the chain to your mouth. “Bite,” I demand, and your next moan that passes your lips opens your mouth enough to allow the book to slide in. The hardcover is less comfortable, but I can grasp the chain at either end to control your head, pulling your head up, the clips continuing their swinging tugs on your breasts.
Supporting myself on your body as I fill your cunt again and again. I pull your body into my thrusts, my hand clutching your shoulder as your back arches, the head of my cock slamming against your spot. I feel your pussy squeeze my cock as your legs tremble. I push out my arm to catch myself as you drop to your knees as they go weak from cumming.
I yank the book on the chain away from your body, pulling off one of the clips from your nipples. I squeeze the other and toss the supplies down the aisle before looping my fingers under the ribbon and pulling you to the nearby movable stairs. I sit you on the middle step, legs splayed open on the railings. I teasingly lick your sensitive nipples, causing jolts of pleasure and still present pain to course through your body.
I slide my cock back in to your dripping pussy, one hand on your neck and one covering your mouth, your breath escaping your nostrils and flowing over my fingers. I take you forcefully, thrusting deep and hard. My hips push my shaft in and out of your, the edge of the metal stairs cold and firm, pressing against your back. Your eyes pop open as another orgasm builds in your core, flooding out onto my shaft and dripping down my thighs.
I lift your body, pulling you closer as I roll you to the side, hooking your leg on the lower rung of the railing as you kneel on the bottom step, spreading your cunt. You look back, eyes demanding more, and I oblige. I step next to your knee, my cock sliding in your pussy once more. Your yelps of ecstasy reminding me to cover your mouth as my strokes come hard and fast, my core tightening and my body stiffening.
I lean over you, my breath hot on your neck. I growl in your ear as I cum, your cunt milking my cock, it slips out and I thrust over your ass, my cum spurting onto your back and trickling off your side as your juices drip down your leg. Pulling you back to sit on the bottom step, I grasp the back of your neck and make you clean my cock, before zipping my pants and handing you your clothes. I set the used books on a return cart and slip downstairs. When you return to your things, you find a business card with my number written on the back. I am gone, along with my things.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/7wcvj0/library_rendezvous_mf_bd_ds_exhib_piv_rough_sm