Lechomancer Chapter 4.5: Not Alone [mf][oral][public][sex]

It was a slow day, and Lisa found herself bored that cold Thursday afternoon. Not that she had done much work since she found the book, but she liked it busy. She liked that Tammy and Linda never asked her for help, because she could stare them down. She liked bossing around Josh, her boss, sending him on errands while she played on the internet, flashing him a quick smile or a little leg to keep him off her case.

But today, there was nothing. Linda sat at the front desk, flipping through a dog eared book she pulled out of her purse. Josh was pretending to clean his desk, but every time Lisa glanced up at him, his eyes shot down. She assumed it was because he was staring at her cleavage, in the low v cut scarlet sweater she was wearing, but she wasn’t even having fun teasing him.

Realizing trying to entertain herself with Facebook and Twitter had become useless, she got up to do something she hadn’t done in weeks; her job. There were only ten books to be re-shelved, but she took the cart and headed out into the library with a sigh. She was wearing a short black skirt that barely covered the curve of her ass, and there was no one to see as she swished her way through the stacks of books. She was halfway done when she turned a corner near the back of the library and found the Master casually perusing a book. He was fully human now, the handsome young man in a dark grey suit. He smiled cruelly at her and beaconed her over as he put the book down on the shelf. A shiver of excitement went down her side as she slid toward him. She wrapped her wrists together behind his neck and purred “To what do I owe the pleasure.” “You’re bored. I’ve come to stimulate you.” His fingers started tracing their way up the outside of her legs. They roamed up under her skirt, and he gave her rump a quick squeeze. Lisa squeaked out a surprised laugh and then regained her composure. Then he reached up a little higher, and his thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties. “What are you doing?” she asked, suddenly breathless. “Don’t ask stupid questions,” he chided, and gave her a quick smack on the rump that tingled more than hurt. Then he slipped her panties down her legs, kneeling as he did, guiding them off over her shoes. Lisa glanced quickly over to the end of the aisle, and then looked back down at Erostopholes. She wasn’t sure where he hid her underwear when she looked away, but it was gone now. He reached up and took one of her hands by the wrist, and guided it down to her sex. “It’s play time now, pet. Play for me.” Blood rushed to Lisa’s cheeks as she began to run her finger tips down over her skirt, pressing it against her. Her hands danced cautiously over her inner thighs, trilling her skirt upwards. Erostopholes face was inches away from her, and she could feel his breath quicken. Lisa hiked her skirt up a little higher, giving him a better view. She started rubbing her hand in quick, tight little circles around her outer lips. Spreading herself with two fingers, she almost lost herself in joy, when a sound a few stacks over distracted her. 

“What was…” she started to ask, but the Master surged forward, his rough tongue sliding along her slit, nearly blanking her mind. He reached up and grasped her ass, pushing his face hard between her legs. She started to lose her balance, and stumbled back towards the metal bookshelf with a clatter. The demon lifted her onto this face, pushing a leg over each of his shoulders, so she was literally riding his face.

“Everything alright back there?” Came a male voice.

“Fi-fine!” Lisa called. The Master’s tongue was washing over her aggressively as she tried to speak, and she prayed whomever she was talking to wasn’t too curious. “Just about stumbled. That’s a-all.” The last word came out almost more as a moan than words.

With both her hands holding her up on the cold metal shelf, all she could do was let Erostopholes bounce her up and down, his long, clever tongue sliding quickly in and out of her, wide and flat against her one moment, long and deep in her another. Her breathing started to come in quick gasps. She looked down at him, glad to have her long dark hair covering her face, just in case anyone saw them. With a long stroke, he slipped his tongue out of her, along the length of her pussy, and without letting go of her ass, stood up. He took a step forward, and set her down on the cold metal bookshelf. She felt an involuntary shriek trying to slip out, and Lisa jammed two fingers of a balled fist in her mouth and bit on them to keep it quiet.

One of his hands still clenched her buttocks, but the other let her go, and started undoing his belt. Lisa began desperately working the buttons on his shirt at the same time, opening it to see his well sculpted torso. The tip of his cock pressed against her, and she could feel his pulse straining through it. Her ankles were on his shoulders still, and while she desperately wanted to wriggle forward, to start taking that massive member into her, she didn’t have the leverage. She started sliding one of her legs own, but looked into his eyes, and saw this was about to anger him. She kept it on his shoulder. They stayed locked in the moment of anticipation. “Please,” she begged, chewing on her lip. That made his pulse quicken, and he pressed a bit more against her. She gasped and he stopped. “Oh, please, Master. Please fuck me here. I want to feel all of you.”

Slowly, he pushed deeper and deeper inside of her. One long, inexorable stroke, inch by inch, he entered her. She was found that she was not as scared of his long, thick cock as she had once been. Now she craved it. Her pussy ached for it. When he finally finished pushing it into her, when the last inch was between her legs, she sighed.

She started to grind against him, feeling his hips on the back of her legs, gasping with pleasure as quietly as she could with that huge dick in her cunt. “Thank you,” she whispered.

His half smile formed, as he slipped out, and then pushed back in, a bit faster. Stroke after stroke he picked up speed, and Lisa’s breathing was getting louder and more laboured as he fucked her. He grabbed her skirt, and threw it aside. He pulled up her sweater, and watched her gorgeous round tits bounce with his ever increasing rhythm.

As he pounded into her, faster and faster, she felt herself getting closer and closer to cumming. His perfect abs pressed against her soft stomach each time he plunged hilt deep into her, folding her nearly in half with her ankles on his shoulders. She found herself biting her fist again, trying to keep herself quiet.

Just as she was about to cum, the Master wrapped a hand around her throat and started to squeeze. She had just been gasping for breath, and now, nothing came. She was helpless, and he smiled cruelly, as he kept fucking her. Lisa’s head went light, and then an explosive orgasm sundered through her entire being. It rushed through her, and her toes curled until they ached.

When he finally let her go, she stumbled to her knees. Her legs trembled. She hungrily gasped for air, and it was a moment before she realized he had vanished. She sat on the floor, recovering, smiling to herself. After a moment, she ran her fingers through her hair, trying to get it back under control.

Then she looked around for her skirt. It was nowhere to be seen.

Lisa glanced across the centre aisle, to see if the Master had thrown it over there. It wasn’t there. Carefully, she eased towards the centre aisle. She tugged at the front of her sweater, pulling it down to cover herself, but doing so exposed her ass. She couldn’t walk out of the library without something else. Keeping her front covered, she peeked down the aisle. A couple of college students were gossiping together halfway to the front of the building. She would probably need to wait until the library closed to get out without being seen.

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