Stay quiet (MF)

I reached for the shelf above me, the book in my hand hovering in the air as I stood on my toes. Gritting my teeth, I stretched my arm forward as far as I could, gingerly wedging the corner of the hefty volume between its two neighbors. *Almost there…*

With a deafening crash, the top shelf tipped forward and dumped almost a dozen books onto me. I sprawled onto the floor, my glasses halfway off my face, and had to stop myself from shouting profanities. The re-shelving cart was tipped over now, setting me back another twenty minutes, and I could feel the tension in my shoulders increasing. *How did I get here?* I thought to myself as I scrambled on my hands and knees. Only a few years ago, I had been the pride of my sorority house, able to get and please any man. If only I could go back to a time when my long legs weren’t covered by a calf-length wool skirt, and my busty figure wasn’t obscured by itchy sweaters. I could feel the male students watch me whenever I walked by, and while I secretly gloried in their guilty glances, it was nothing compared to the appreciation I used to get. Sometimes I just wanted a man to tell me how much he wanted me, and to show me…

“Do you need help, miss?”

I looked up. Tom Waters – now there was a surprise, seeing a member of the football team in the library. I remembered how he looked when he was a freshman and I was the new librarian, but in the three years since, his face had become strikingly handsome and his body had become tantalizingly hot. He was one of the students that could never keep his eyes off of my chest when I was working the library desk, and every time he set foot in the library, I caught him looking after my ass with a force that almost made me blush. How he must love to see me on my knees. It got me thinking of things I shouldn’t, and ways to release my pent-up frustration that were so taboo. He reached out a hand to pull me up off of the floor, and his lips curled into an easy smile.

“Thank you, Tom.” He lifted me without a sign of struggle – his arms were strong, and looked it – and we stood face to face for a moment, our faces inches away. I forced myself to pull away, and was shocked to feel a wave of heat rising in my face. I had forgotten that he stood over six feet now, covered in muscle honed from years on the field. My mind started moving, slowly: a man right in front of me, longing in his eyes. Would it really be so wrong? But I could see a class of students entering the library over his shoulder. If I didn’t act fast, I’d be called away to help. My gaze snapped back to his, and I could see in that moment that he would do anything that I asked him to. I couldn’t resist. “Could you – could you help me shelve these, Tom? A tall boy like you, I have to have you in order to reach the shelves in the back of the library.”

It could just be a kiss, I reasoned, as I quickly pushed the cart of books to a silent and deserted corner of the library. Just a little something, to get me through my day, to get rid of some of my frustration. But I could feel his eyes moving over my body from behind, as sure as a pair of hands, and I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to hold back. The cart creaked slightly as I wound my way through a maze of shelves, and soon the ambient noises from the front of the library faded so that it was the only sound left. We were totally alone. I stopped abruptly, and felt him slam into the back of me. When I turned to face him, my eyes confirmed what I had already felt – a long, hard bulge showing through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. His face was startled, a little shameful, but I knew that mine was sure. I was going make him give me everything I needed. I backed up against a dusty bookshelf, pulling him with me by the collar of his shirt.

I had forgotten what a new mouth tasted like, what it felt like to trace the contours of an unfamiliar tongue with mine and feel a different heartbeat quicken beneath my fingertips. His hands grabbed my breasts greedily, squeezing them hard, and I shed my heavy sweater in one quick motion. I could see the shock on his face – the hesitation, the is-this-real – and I brought a hand to each breast. My nipples were hard and dark pink with excitement, and I breathed a little heavier as his palms made contact with my hot skin. I knew that he had been dreaming about touching me for years, and it honestly made every moment hotter. I hadn’t felt this wanted in years. His pants looked like they would split at the seams now, and I pushed them down to reveal his throbbing cock and tight ass. “Wow,” I breathed, almost in spite of myself. I stroked my hand up and down the length of him expertly, and I could feel his breath catch in his throat. I was soaking wet now, just from the sight and feel of him, and I stepped out of my matronly skirt and panties as he groaned and braced himself against the shelved behind me. “Stay quiet,” I whispered as I wrapped my leg around his hips and guided his hard member inside me.

He was as obedient as I knew he would be, silent and secretive. It was harder for me be discreet, though, harder than I ever imagined. Every time he thrusted into me, I wanted to moan. I could feel the rigid smoothness stretching me to my limits, his groin rubbing against my clit with every jerk of his hips, the pressure just right against that sweet spot within me. His pace grew faster, and I rocked my hips forward to match it until we were both panting. I dug my hands into his hair. God, he felt so good. My knees were getting weak now, my whole body focused on the fire between my legs, so I was glad when he swept me off of the floor and cupped his hands around my ass, holding me up with ease. The bookshelf we were up against was shaking wildly now, and I could feel the pages pressing into my back growing damp from sweat. I had thought that this would be a simple and carefree fuck, but I was getting more than I bargained for. Several inches more – and it was making me crazy.

I pushed him off of me. “There’s a study room,” I panted, “just around the corner,” and then we were stumbling naked to our right, clothes in our hands. I slammed the door behind us, and quickly drew the blinds. A single lightbulb above our heads illuminated the tiny room, and I pushed him onto his back on the long table.

I straddled his thighs, watching his face as I slowly bent my head towards his penis. Nothing made me feel sluttier than when I had a dick in my mouth, and I felt so slutty right now. I ran my tongue along the sensitive skin on the tip, letting the wetness in my mouth slowly run down the length of him before lowering my head down the shaft. I felt him touch the back of my throat, and I gagged as I forced myself to take all of him into my mouth. He was groaning now, shifting his hips beneath me, and I let him move my head up and down on top of him. “Oh, yeah,” he whispered, “just like that, just like that.” I was choking on him now as he fucked my face, grinding my clit up against his thigh to the same frantic rhythm of him against my tongue. I waited until I was sure he was about to cum, and then pulled away. He wasn’t going to get off that easily.

I sat up and looked at his lean torso, slick with sweat and heaving with deep, shaking breaths. His face was contorted in agony and in pleasure, his cock red and dripping with my saliva. “I want you to beg,” I murmured, and his breath became a stream of whispered *please*s and *oh god*s. Exactly the way I liked. I threw a leg over top of his hips, slowly taking him within me again. I loved being on top – loved the control, loved the feeling of a man squirming beneath me, loved his long dick penetrating deeper within me than I thought possible. I rode him furiously, and the friction of his rough, manly skin against my clit was exactly what I needed. Each time I rocked my body forward, he drove his hips up against me, and I felt the tingling in my cunt spread down my legs and up my spine. Now my entire body was electrified, and every movement from our bodies send wild pulses through every nerve. I felt myself tighten in anticipation as the feeling of ecstasy hit its peak, and couldn’t help moaning his name as my body pulsated and shook uncontrollably. I wasn’t done yet though – there was one more taste I needed in my mouth. As soon as I regained control of my limbs, I slid off of his erect penis and opened my mouth for him. Almost immediately, warm liquid splashed over my face and chest, and I smiled as his sweet salty cum hit my eager, waiting tongue.

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