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Rate by The Naughty Meter
Categories: Identified partner, Oral Sex
Tags: woman Public playful library librarian
Fulfillment: I will tell you later
Nature: I will tell you later
Daniella is one of Dartmuth’s librarians. Unlike most librarians, she is neither old nor ugly. She looks like the “librarian” that is typically found in porn movies or rap videos. I’ve often found myself fantasizing about her when I should be studying. If you saw her, you’d understand. Even though I’m somewhat of a bookworm, I’m definitely not intimidated by beautiful women. I always make a point of flirting with her, but the flirting tends to be one way. She either doesn’t catch on, or she doesn’t want to appear unprofessional. Regardless, I feel that it is my duty to all scholars to flirt with her. I had been going to Dartmuth for about six months, each time making sure I flirted with Daniella, and each time getting nowhere… until yesterday.
I was taking a break from studying and decided to go for a walk around the library. I found myself in a part of the library that was quieter than usual. I strolled past a few of the bookshelves and saw Daniella browsing. She was wearing a white blouse that looked like it was ready to burst open due to her large breasts. It looked as if it had been painted on her. Her black skirt hugged her narrow hips and hid most of her long, slender legs, stopping at mid-calf. Her black high heeled shoes and the bottom of her skirt brought my attention to her smooth calves. Her black hair was pulled back into a bun, and her black rimmed glasses emphasised the milky whiteness of her skin. I could feel my cock awaken at the sight of her. Taking a deep breath, I casually walked between the shelving to talk to her. As I approached, I could see that I was in the Romance section. You know the type of stories; virgin maidens being kidnapped by pirate masters and taken back to their ships where they learn about pleasures that they’ve never dreamed of. They usually make women all hot and bothered, but unless there are pictures, men aren’t interested.
“Don’t tell me you like to read this stuff!” I said, walking up beside her. “All of the stories are the same. If it isn’t some cowboy or pirate, it’s a barbarian. I swear they use the same story, they just change the characters.”
“So you read these too?” she replied. It wasn’t the flirtatious tone that you would expect to accompany such a remark; rather, it sounded very formal… almost bored.
“Maybe once or twice. I could never get past the awful descriptions of ‘purple headed warriors,’ and ‘pleasure mounds.’”
“That’s a shame.” Her finger started trailing over the volumes of books on the shelf. “These books aren’t meant to be great works. It doesn’t matter how they are written, it’s the feelings that they produce that are important.”
“I guess I’ll take your word for it,” I managed to stumble out. Admittedly, I was taken aback by her response. She cocked her head to the side and I felt as if she was sizing me up. It was the type of look that you see an animal give when it’s trying to decide if it should attack you, or lick your face.
“Surely you know what I’m talking about. Aren’t you a Classics student? I would think that you of all people should appreciate what the author is attempting to do.”
“I understand what the books attempt to do, but if I want to get hot and bothered, reading a romance novel is not how I go about it.”
“And how do you go about it?” she asked, her eyebrow raising quizzically.
“Usually porn. I need to be visually stimulated.” I could feel my pulse quickening. This is the last way I expected this conversation to go, despite fantasizing about it until I was blue in the face… and elsewhere.
“Books like this are much more stimulating than porn. Porn presents a particular view, whereas the written word allows you to fill everything in; the sounds, the smells, the way the bodies move…. It allows you to create your own fantasy, while porn is the fantasy of someone else. It’s your own fantasy that is always more erotic.” Daniella moved closer to me. She smelled like vanilla. I found this ironic since it was becoming clear that there was nothing ‘vanilla’ about Daniella.
“There are plenty of studies that demonstrate that men are much more visual when it comes to arousal.” I almost winced as the words came out. A beautiful woman is talking about what turns women on, and I’m referencing clinical studies! For all my smooth talk, I’m such a dork!
“Is that a fact?” The corners of Daniella’s mouth twitched up. The self-knowing smirk on her face was like an open book to me. I knew exactly where this was going to end up. “So you prefer visual stimulation?” Her hand slide up over her breasts and she undid the top three buttons of her blouse. Her large breasts, free from her tight blouse, pushed it open and revealed her white bra underneath. “How’s this?” she asked, licking her lips. “Do you find this visually stimulating?”
“Very…” I couldn’t take my eyes off her cleavage. I could feel my cock getting hard. At least that explains my lousy reply. The blood from my brain was now flowing elsewhere.
Daniella undid the rest of her blouse. The skin underneath was as milky white as the rest of her. “And what about this?” She took a step back and held her blouse open, allowing me a better view.
“That is even more stimulating,” I replied. “However, I prefer my visual stimulation closer.” I had managed to regain some composure, but I was still somewhat flustered. I knew that unless I stopped talking, I was going to end up sounding like a complete idiot and I would blow my chances with her. When a girl opens her blouse for you, the last thing she wants is to talk with a guy who looks like he’s chewing on his tongue. I hooked my fingers under the top of her skirt and pulled her against me. She could feel my erect cock pressed against her, and she rubbed her hips against it. I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers. A soft moan escaped her lips as her hand slide around the back of my neck, pulling my lips hard against hers. I could feel her tongue slide into my mouth, my own tongue seeking hers. Her other hand deftly unbuttoned my pants and slide the zipper down.
“I know you’ve fantasized about this,” she breathlessly whispered into my ear. “I’ve seen you sitting at the desk with a hard-on. I would get so wet thinking about it.”
“Well you don’t have to fantasize now either,” I said. My hands had slide over her ass and I was squeezing it while my tongue slid over her wet lips.
Daniella’s hands slide down my pants and boxers. I could feel her fingers closing over my cock. My hips arched upwards, my cock sliding through her fingers. I started pulling her skirt up around her waist. At this point, I wasn’t surprised to discover that she wasn’t wearing panties.
She crouched down, pulling off my pants and boxers. Her mouth closed over the head of my hard cock. I moaned and thrust my hips forward as her mouth slid up and down my cock. I took off my shirt and guided her head and she sucked on me. One hand curled around my cock stroking me, while her other hand rubbed her pussy. If there was anyone nearby, they would have heard the wet sounds of Daniella sucking my cock. Her hand rubbed her pussy faster and I could hear her moaning. My cock was dripping with her saliva. It had begun to run down my balls and drip onto her breasts. It turned me on so much, I started thrusting my hips, sliding my cock in and out of her mouth, fucking it.
I moaned with pleasure.
I slid my cock out of her mouth and helped her stand up. I turned her around and bent her over slightly. I guided my cock into her wet pussy. It was even warmer than her mouth, and just as wet.
“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me hard!”
My hips began to move slowly at first, my cock sliding in and out of her. My thrusts came faster and faster, my hips slamming against her ass while she held onto the shelf in front of her. Daniella tilted her head back and arched her back, moaning loudly. My hands slid over her hips and stomach and up to her large breasts. I pulled the front of her bra down revealing her amazing breasts. I squeezed them as I continued to fuck her from behind. I sucked her earlobe while I slowed my thrusting. Her hands slid over mine, and squeezed them while I squeezed her breasts. She turned her head, kissing me from behind. Our tongues sliding against each other’s. I could feel her pussy squeezing my cock. I lifted one of her legs and placed it on the shelf while I started moving inside her again. My other hand slid down and slowly started to rub her clit. Her hips rocked back and forth, matching my thrusts, her hands playing with her erect nipples. My hand rubbed her clit faster, while my cock slowly slid in and out of her. I noticed that she had been moaning for the last five minutes and was amazed that no one had come to investigate… or maybe someone had, but we didn’t notice. I don’t think we cared either.
My hand kept rubbing her clit faster and faster. I could feel her muscles tightening, her pussy was squeezing my cock. I moved my hand faster, her breathing was very fast.
“Cum baby. Cum on my cock,” I whispered into her ear. My hand moved faster and I thrust my cock deep inside her pussy. I could feel Daniella’s muscles spasm as she came, her mouth opened as she tilted her head back, a scream of pleasure slowly building. I cupped my hand over her mouth to muffle the scream that escaped her throat. Once she had quieted, I turned her around and pressed her back against the bookshelf. I pressed my lips against hers, and spread her legs with my hands so I could enter her from the front. Daniella hooked her leg around me and I slid my cock inside her. I could feel her digging her fingernails into my back as I fucked her. Her pussy was dripping, her wetness running down her thighs. I could feel my balls tightening as I was coming close to cumming. I thrust my hips faster, moaning with pleasure. I could feel her muscles tightening as another orgasm approached. I bent my head and sucked on her nipples, my cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. I felt her nails dig into me as she came again. It caught me by surprise and her screams of pleasure escaped unsilenced. I was at my own breaking point.
“I’m going to cum,” I moaned, tightening my muscles in order to last a little longer.
“Cum in my mouth. I want to taste your hot cum,” Daniella moaned. Unable to hold out any longer, I pulled out of her. Daniella dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around my cock, sucking on the tip while her hands slide quickly up and down the shaft. I moaned as I ejaculated in her mouth. I could hear her moan as she sucked out my cum, swallowing all of it. I breathed in deeply, the sweat dripping off my body. This was better than anything I ever fantasized about.
We quickly dressed. I looked extremely dishevelled and sweaty, like I had just gone for a jog in one-hundred degree heat. Daniella, however, looked just as professional as before. Except for some slight blush in her cheeks, no one could tell that she and I had just fucked like rabbits.
“Will you be here studying tomorrow,” she inquired, her face completely unreadable. It was as if she had forgotten what just occurred.
“Probably,” I said. “But I don’t know how I’ll be able to focus in here after today.”
“Well… if you find that your thoughts are drifting to things other than Classical literature, come to my office. I’m sure I’ll be able to help you out with that.” Daniella winked and slide her hand across my stomach as she walked by. Even though we had just fucked, I could feel my cock getting hard again. I thought I should go visit her in her office. She did say she could help me out. I still don’t understand why Dartmuth isn’t more popular.