Disciplined By the Librarian (MF)

“Please, come in, ma’am.”

Anna enters the librarian’s office.

He closes his office door behind her and motions for her to have a seat in one of the two chairs in front of his desk. He circles around and takes a seat in his leather desk chair.

“Anna, I trust you know why you have been called to my office,” his deep voice reverberates off the walls.

“No, sir,” she says, not making eye contact with him.

“Oh, you don’t? I find that hard to believe. Ma’am, you have been making use of the library’s private study rooms as of late, have you not?”

“Yes, sir,” she says.

“And are you aware that these rooms have security cameras in them? That anything and everything you do in the room can be seen?”

Her eyes widen and she bites her lip nervously.

“No, sir. I did not know that,” she says, maintaining her gaze on the floor

“Would you like to change your story about why you’re here? Or should I proceed to the visual aids?”

She says nothing.

He makes careful keystrokes on his computer and turns the screen towards her. A frozen image of Anna with her sweater pulled up, her breasts exposed, and her phone in front of her stares back at her.

“That was Tuesday.”

More keystrokes. Another image. She sees herself holding her phone behind her she is bent over the table with her panties around her knees.

“That was Wednesday morning.”

More keystrokes. Another image. She is seated on the table, her legs spread wide. Her pussy glistens under the fluorescent lighting.

“That was Wednesday afternoon. Shall we continue? I can pull up images from any point during your visit on any day.”

“I… um…I…” she stutters.

“There is no use trying to deny it. This is very concerning, ma’am. Your behavior is completely inappropriate for a library or any public place. Indecent exposure is a crime. I could call the police and inform them of what you’ve been doing.”

“Sir, please!” she says, her voice raising in panic.

He leans back in his chair. He strokes his face. “Maybe we can work out some kind of deal.”

“What kind of deal do you have in mind?” she says nervously, crossing her legs to hide the wetness on her panties.

He says nothing, just looks at her.

“I’ll stop my inappropriate behavior if you help me learn how to stop,” she moves her hair off her shoulders and shrugs her shoulders to push her large breasts forward, giving him a better view.

“I want to be a good girl, and I might have lost my way,” she says, smiling internally. She has never tried to seduce a stranger before but she can feel herself getting hornier at each word that leaves her lips, knowing he may get angry at her for what she just said.

“Anna, drop the innocent act. I’ve watched you violate yourself in my facility. I hope whomever those photos were for was very appreciative for all of the trouble they are about to cause you.”

She bites her lip nervously and uncrosses her legs, keeping her knees together.

“Can I tell you something?” she whispers quietly, making eye contact with him.

“Speak frankly. I am looking for explanations for your conduct.”

She holds his gaze with her dark brown ones and says, nervously, “Those pictures weren’t for anyone, they were for you. I know it’s wrong, and I wanted to stop, but I knew you watched the tapes, anyone who saw them any other time wouldn’t have let me go in there alone again.”

She bows her head, again pushing her arms against her breasts to push them up.

“Why would they be for me?” he says, unbuttoning his shirt cuffs and rolling up his sleeves, revealing muscular, surprisingly tattooed forearms.

“Let me guess. You thought if you got in trouble on purpose I would have to discipline you. This is all some sexual fantasy for you.” He stands up, making no effort whatsoever to hide the bulge at the front of his slacks.

“So are you a bored housewife?”

He walks around the desk to the door.

“A sexual deviant?”

She hears the heavy click of the door locking behind her. He pulls down the shade on the window in the door. He turns and stands behind her. Bending forward, the scruff of his beard nearly grazing her ear, he whispers, “Or are you just a hopeless little slut?”

She inhales sharply at his words and bites her lip, feeling her wetness soak her thighs through he little thong under her skirt. Her nipples get hard beneath her shirt.

“Sir, I am all three. My husband ignores me and has asked to divorce me, and my inner slut has been looking for someone to care for and train me to be good,” she says, the moan in her voice surprising even herself.

He returns to his chair and folds his hands in his lap and she waits for his response, anxiously hoping he’ll indulge her needs.

“I’m sorry to hear about your marital troubles. But it does not excuse your actions. Stand up, ma’am.” He gently helps her to her feet. He steps back making no bones about the fact that he is looking her figure up and down. He licks his lips in enjoyment. He walks behind her again, moving her chair away and standing, his body just inches from hers. He speaks a low, rasping whisper, “But I’m afraid I just don’t believe that you’re a little slut.”

He reaches around her and slides his hands up her torso and placing them on her breasts.

“Because a good little slut doesn’t break the rules.”

He undoes the first button of her shirt.

“A good little slut does what she is told.”

The second button. “A good little slut doesn’t ask questions.”

The third button.

“I don’t think you’re a good little slut at all.”

The fourth button.

“I think you just want to fuck the librarian.”

He undoes the fifth and final button, letting her shirt hang open. Pressing his growing bulge against her ass. She moans quietly at the feel of his bulge and says defiantly, “Sir, you never told me the rules or what to do in the first place. I want to be punished and taught a lesson.”

She holds still, knowing a good slut should not touch her master unless she is told. She smiles to herself knowing she’ll get in trouble for what she just said.

“Don’t be a fucking brat,” her says as her roughly pulls her bra up, exposing her breasts fully. He starts to gently pinch her nipples. He sees her smile in reflection in the windows opposite the room. “Just for that, I’m not going to close those shades. Anyone walking by on the sidewalk could look in and see you.” He runs a hand down her stomach and places it between her skirt and panties. “But that just turns you on even more, doesn’t it?” He gently kisses her neck. “You love showing off, don’t you?” A kiss on her collarbone. “You wish you were still on camera right now, don’t you?”

She laughs a little and says, “I know you have one in here already. A man like you doesn’t just ask a woman in his office without wanting to watch what happens back. I also know you’re not stupid to have your job ended because you fuck library patrons on your desk.”

“Well, I guess you have me all figured out then.” He takes her hands off of her, steps back, and unlocks the door. “Do you want to put your clothes on and walk out of here?”

He unzips his pants.

“Or do you want to prove that you’re the dirty little slut you say you are?”

She smiles at him and walks to the door and locks it. Without a word she gets on her knees and pulls his cock out and starts sucking it hungrily. Licking the tip and entire shaft getting it nice and wet. She looks up at him and put his entire shaft down her throat, moaning on it.

“That’s what I thought you’d say.” Weaving his fingers into her dark hair, he pulls firmly, hearing her muffled moan. She looks into his eyes and lets him take control. She reaches her hands down, grabbing his balls and massaging them with one hand, the other pinching and pulling her nipples. He places both hands behind her head and begins to fuck her throat. Feeling his balls slap against her chin. Her spit running out of your mouth, landing on her bouncing tits.

“Touch yourself, slut,” he growls. “Make sure that pretty little pussy of yours is getting good and wet for me.”

She moans and places two fingers on her clit rubbing in a circular motion before plunging them into her already soaked pussy. She starts to fuck herself in rhythm with his thrusts into her throat. He pulls himself out of her mouth. He reaches down and grabs her hand, licking her juices from her fingers making a moan escape her ravaged throat.

“I believe it is time for your next lesson.”

He pulls her up by her shoulders and slides her shirt from off her shoulders. He roughly pushes her skirt and panties down her thighs and lets them hit the floor. He steps back and admires her standing completely nude before him.

“Leave you glasses on,” he says say as he pushes her toward his desk. Her thighs and ass hit the edge of the desk and she bites her lip, knowing she is getting what she wanted. She grabs his tie and starts to pull him toward her. He slaps her hand away.

“You want to play with my tie, slut?” he says, untying it and sliding it free from his collar. He wraps the silken length around her neck, tying I loosely. He tightens it around her neck, choking her then releasing. He does it again. Choking her, then releasing. He pulls the tie off of her and tosses it to the side. He unbuttons his shirt, exposing his tattooed torso to her. She reaches out to touch him but he slaps her hand away again. He takes two of his thick fingers and starts to rub them up and down her soaked slit slowly. Letting just his fingertips press between her lips to tease her clit. As she adjusts to lets his fingers push inside of her she moans and her head rolls back pushing her chest out.

She says breathlessly “Help me learn how to be good, sir.”

“Quiet now. This is a library,” he whispers back before lowering himself and replacing his fingers in her slit with his tongue. Long slow licks up and down. Savoring the taste of her. Spreading her lips apart and taking her clit between his lips. Sucking gently. Then harder. Harder. Sliding one finger into her wet opening. Then two. In and out. In and out. Pressing her g-spot as he continues to suck her clit. Moaning into her. Anna moans softly and tries her best to be quiet during the pleasure his mouth and tongue are giving her. As he starts to suck her clit she puts one hand on his head, slightly pulling his hair, slapping the other over her mouth to suppress the sounds she can’t help letting loose. He feels her pussy squeezing his fingers as they pump in and out of her. He releases her clit with an audible “pop” of his lips and starts to circle it with the very tip of his tongue.

She bites her lip to keep quiet, feeling her orgasm coming on, and whispers, “I’m going to cum soon, sir, but I won’t until you tell me to”.”

He rises and moves up her body and kisses her mouth, making her taste herself on his lips.

“If the slut doesn’t cum, the slut doesn’t get to fuck,” he growls.

He works his way back down her body Pausing to suck each of her nipples before retaking his place back between her legs. He bites her inner thigh as he slides his fingers back inside her tight hole. Holding her lips open, he flicks his tongue back and forth over her clit.

Back and both.

Faster.

Back and forth.

Harder.

She squirms in her seat, her peak nearing.

Back and forth.

Faster.

Back and forth.

Harder.

Anna feels her orgasm coming on quickly and whispers, barely audible, “Its coming, sir. Don’t stop, you make me feel so good.”

“Cum for me, you little slut,” he whispers forcefully. He pumps his fingers into her harder. Deeper. Punishing her g spot. He wraps her lips around her clit again and sucks hard. He has no desire to tease anymore. He wants her cum.

Anna can’t hold back any longer. She gasps and bites her fist to keep quiet and feels her entire body twitch as her orgasm comes over her like a tidal wave. Her moans are quieted by her fist but she cums strongly, her pussy pulsing and squirting juices into your mouth and face. He keeps sucking her clit until he feels her hips stop bucking, trying to draw out every extra second of her climax.

Then he releases and without a word pulls his fingers out and starts lubing his throbbing head and shaft with her juices before pressing his head against her waiting hole.

“Count backwards from 5,” he tells her.

He slams his full hard length inside of her just after she says 3. She leans into him and bites his shoulder to muffle her moans as he enters her. He takes a moment just to feel her tight, wet hole pulsing around cock. Then with slow, deep thrusts he lets out a moan as she squeezes him inch by inch. It feels like she is milking him with every muscle inside of her. She wraps her legs around him to pull him in deeper. He picks up the tempo.

Faster.

Harder.

A shock running through his body every time his balls make contact with her wet lips.

She whispers in his ear, “Fuck me, sir. teach me all the lessons I need to know.”

She starts to lick and kiss his neck as he thrusts into her. He gives her a scolding look for speaking out of turn again. She sighs remembering his rule of being quiet and looks into his face. She leans up and kisses him deeply, inviting his tongue into her mouth, running her nails up his back. He hungrily accepts her tongue and grips her hips to drive himself deeper inside of her. He feels her hard nipples pressed against his chest. He returns her kiss and bites her lip. Whispering, “Are you ready for what comes next, slut?”

She moans into his kiss, letting him use her however he wants. She lets out a gasp, “Fuck me, sir. I’ll learn any lesson you want to teach me.”

He puts his arms underneath her and lifts her off my desk, bracing his hips, and letting gravity and her wetness plunge her down onto his cock. Taking a few steps, he presses her back to the side of a heavy, wooden shelf. She wraps her legs around him as he fucks up into her with the ferocious tenacity of a wild animal.

“Make every fucking noise you want, you little slut,” he growls.

She responds by letting loose every loud moan and scream she has held back. She sinks her teeth into his shoulder but it doesn’t muffler her excited sounds. He keeps pounding into her until his legs feel like they will give way. Then her lifts her once more and puts her down into his chair. Her face level with his bulging cock he instructs her to suck it clean.

“But don’t you dare make me cum. I’m not finished with you yet.”

A smile spreads across her face as she happily takes him into her mouth again, savoring her flavor on him. She moans as she takes him into her throat, gagging slightly, then taking him out and licking his balls. She feels completely submissive to his desires. She loves this feeling. Suddenly, he pulls his cock out of her reach, kneels before her and begins sucking her left nipple while rolling your right between my fingers. Sucking. Pinching. Nibbling. Biting. Paying every attention to her magnificent breasts.

Without a word he stands and pulls Anna to her feet, kicking the chair out of the way, and bending her over his desk. He rubs his swollen head up and down her slit before pushing himself inside of her again. Gripping her hips hard enough that bruises from his fingertips will mark her for days. He doesn’t care. In this moment nothing matters but lust, desire. He feels his balls slap against Her clit. He lets loose a massive moan. She has tapped into a primal desire inside of her. Nothing else matters.

“Fuck me, sir. I want to have marks all over me,” she manages to say between moans and screams of delight.

Her words snap him back to reality. He licks his thumb and starts to rub it in a circular motion around you the only hole he hasn’t paid attention to. She pushes back against it, pushing his thumb deeper inside of her. She craves complete domination of all of her holes. Then he smacks her ass with the full force of hi hand. Once. Twice. Three times. She screams, “Thank you, sir,” after each smack. He keeps fucking her deeper. Smacking her harder, her ass bearing a glowing red hand print.

He realizes he has a dilemma. He wants to be in two holes at once. Then he spies a solution on his desk.

The 2 inch thick marker he uses for making displays.

He silently picks up the marker and puts it into his mouth to lubricate its smooth surface. Without breaking his rhythm into her pussy, he places the smooth, rounded end of the marker against her waiting asshole. He feels her pussy squeeze him even tighter as he slowly pushes the marker into her until only the very top peeks out. She moans, feeling herself being stretched, the euphoria of having both holes filled simultaneously making her eyes roll back into her head. He slowly starts to move it in and out of her ass, alternating with the rhythm of his hips.

1….2. 1…2.

Like the cadence of a depraved dance, he fucks her on two fronts.

1…2. 1…2.

She screams, “Fuck! I’m going to cum! Keep fucking me. Make me your little fucking slut.” She arches her back and braces herself, getting the deepest penetration and most intense pleasures she can. The sensations build continuously. He runs his rough hands over her breasts and stomach. He rubs her clit until she screams again and her body spasms as if a demon is being released from it. She knocks papers, pens, and other office instruments off the desk. She rides out her climax, coming down and looking back at him.

“Will you fuck my ass, sir? I want your cum in my tight little asshole,” she says with all of the innocence she can muster.

He stands her up, his cock still inside of her. As he presses her body to his own, squeezing and pinching her breasts he whispers, “No.” Then he moans and pushes her forward onto the desk again. “Not yet.”

She pouts a little at his answer but says “Whatever you want, sir. I’m your little slut as long as you want me.”

He pulls the marker out of her ass and himself out of her pussy, leaving all of her holes open for the first time in what feels like hours.

“Now, my little slut…”

His words get cut off by his desk phone ringing. He immediately snaps back into the world of work.

“Don’t move,” he tells her sternly.

He walks around the desk and answers in his most professional voice. “Head librarian’s office. How may I help you? Sharon! How are you? Good. Glad to hear it. What can I do for you? Yes. Yes, I can email you that information…”

He casually speaks on the phone while grabbing her head and shoving his glistening cock into her mouth again.

“Of course. What is it, 4 o’clock now? I should be able to bang that out yet today…”

His voice never breaks despite the fact that he keeps increasing the intensity with which he fucks her mouth.

“Sure. Not a problem. Thanks for calling.”

He hangs up and look down into her watering eyes.

“That’s one way to keep a slut quiet.”

He pulls himself out of your mouth and walks around her, admiring her from all angles. Plotting his next move.

“It all looks like so much fun. What is a man to do?”

He smacks her ass on the side he hadn’t reddened yet.

“Decisions, decisions…”

He relishes in the sweet agony he is giving her, knowing she craves only to be used. He picks your purse up off the floor and holds it up. He makes a show of reaching inside and pulling out her phone.

“To think this little thing got you here…”

She hears hear the camera click.

“Since you like photos so much…”

He flashes an image toward her face. His rigid cock glistening with her saliva. He walks around to the back of her.

Camera clicks again.

“For such a dirty little slut you sure do have one gorgeous pussy. All pink and swollen from being fucked.”

He presses the head of his cock against her ass hole.

“Now smile for the librarian…”

Click.

He pops his head inside her hole.

Click.

Slowly sliding deeper inside.

Click.

Inch by inch into her tightest hole.

Click.

Slowly starting to thrust in and out, trying to fit it all in.

Click.

Then a hard push and his balls slap her pussy as she takes it all.

Click.

He puts the phone down. Letting her stretch to accommodate his girth inside of her. Reaching one hand around to rub her swollen clit. Making her body grip his shaft even tighter. Rubbing faster. Faster. Harder. Moving his hips to fuck her hole.

Faster.

Harder.

“Weren’t you saying something about cumming for me again, slut?”

As he rubs her clit, she starts to hyperventilate a little and my eyes roll back into my head again. She moans, sounding animalistic as he stretches out her asshole with his thick, throbbing cock. Then it hits her. Hard. As she cums again her body shivers and bucks, and she feels herself black out momentarily. She comes to, feeling him continue to rub my clit, making her twitch and tears stream down her face since it starts to ache with pleasure.

She begs, “Please, sir. Please cum inside me. I need to feel you fill me up.”

He steels himself to weather the intensity of her orgasm. Feeling her twist, and convulse, and shake. He grits his teeth and grunts like an animal to prevent himself from cumming. He hears her words. He slowly pulls himself out of your ass. Knowing whichever hole I enter next will certainly push him over the edge.

“That’s a good girl. Giving the librarian what he wants when he wants it. Your release belongs to me. I don’t want your dirty pictures. I want your intense pleasure.”

“Thank you, si…” she gets cut off. As the last syllable falls from his lips, he enters her pussy again. He can’t tease anymore. She’s too wet. His entire length slides in immediately. He feels her squeeze him and knows she is doing it on purpose now. His strength waning, as if the violence of her last orgasm has sapped his own energy. He takes a deep breath. Grabs onto her hips and starts to grind his hips against her. Moving his cock inside of her in small increments. Then faster. Harder. He is removing and inserting nearly his entire length with every thrust. In. Out. In. Out. His legs start to shake. Thrusting harder. Deeper. His legs shake harder and my breathing gets faster. Then he slams into her so intensely the desk shifts. He cries out in wild ecstasy as he pumps one, two, three, four, five, six, seven shots of hot cum deep inside of her. As he pulls out, she squeezes her legs together. Not a drop spills out of her swollen lips. As he cums, she moans and feels his warm loads fill her up. She sinks to the floor on her knees, folds her hands in her lap, and looks at the floor, saying, “Thank you sir, thank you for teaching me a lesson and for gifting me with your cum”. She sits silent, waiting for further instructions, hoping this is just the beginning.

He picks up the marker that had been inside of her, pulls the cap off, and writes SLUT and today’s date across her chest in thick black letters. Then he picks up her phone, takes a photo, and sends it to himself.

“I hope you have learned your lesson for misbehaving in my library.” He puts her phone back in her purse. “Now put your clothes on and go home. Kiss your husband with the taste of my cock still on your tongue and my cum deep inside of you. Serves him right for not pleasing you.”

She picks her clothes off the floor. With speed that belies she his done this before, she is dressed and looks as if nothing out of the ordinary has occurred.

She unlocks the door. Before she opens it, she turns and says, “I can’t do that. I’m not married. I just like to say that so important men will fuck me like a little whore.”

She smiles and leaves. Another bratty victory for her book.

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