The Librarian

I've always been interested in reading which may explain why I took a job in a library. My name's Lauren and I'm 26 years old.

Libraries are calming places to be. Something about the quietness of them, but mostly I think it's the way they feel so controlled. The library in my town is quite a large one in a converted Victorian building with rooms going off in all directions. I've been working there for less than a year. I used to work in an office doing the usual secretarial-type thing but decided it was time for a change when I split with my boyfriend. He also worked there but made the mistake of screwing some bitch in the marketing department. When I inevitably found out he begged me to come back to him, but I had no intention of spending time around a guy who could get so easily distracted. I get lots of attention off men and consider myself attractive, so I didn't see why I should waste my time with him after he'd been messing around with that cheap trollop. After we split I knew I needed a change, I also knew I had something to prove.

The controlled, buttoned-down atmosphere of the library does make me rather want to misbehave. Although I'm certainly not a tart, when the mood takes me I can be something of a flirt. If an attractive man brings his books to the counter I often find myself giving him a certain smile. It helps if he's made a good book selection, as I have a certain weakness for intelligent, well-read men.

If I feel in the mood for some male attention I'll dress in a certain way for work. Often I'll put on a pencil skirt, just long enough to look respectable, just tight enough to nicely show off my appealing curves and very round bum. The guys I've had sex with love my bum, it's probably one of my sexiest features. They all want to put their dicks in there but I much prefer the alternative and never let them. I'll also put on heels; my favourites are black high heel patents with straps around the ankles. Naturally I'll pair these with black stockings. Something about wearing stockings really makes me feel sexy and confident. Even if I'm not going to have sex I still love the feeling of being dressed in such an erotic way under my work clothes. I also like wearing blouses that make guys look twice. Either something in satin or one that I leave unbuttoned just a little too far.

I had an ex boyfriend who was quite obsessed with me wearing satin blouses. He was always begging me to put them on for him. He would spend a long time kissing me and touching me, running his hands over the smooth material, almost purring as he did it. As he got more and more excited I'd rub his dick over my boobs, rubbing it between them over the soft surface until he'd cum all over them. At first I found it a little bit too fetishistic, but after a while I really started to enjoy feeling him rubbing himself over me like that, to the point that I only have to put on a satin blouse now and I start to feel a little moist purely from the mental associations I make.

The summer time always makes me feel a lot more naughty, and as a result a lot more flirty with the guys who come in. One chap always caught my attention. He had really quite a focussed look about him and when he looked me in the eye it felt as though he could see exactly what I was thinking. I knew from his library card that his name was Ian, not that I'd ever call him that, I didn't want to appear as though I was checking him out. He'd always loan such interesting books and I often wished he would invite me out for a coffee. Today was no exception as he was taking out several books on the history of Venice.

I was being maybe a little too blatant with him as I leaned forward to scan the barcodes inside the book covers. I knew he'd be getting a nice view straight down my top right at the black lacy bra I was wearing. I took my time with the books and shivered as I caught sight of him looking down my blouse in the reflection of the computer monitor.

As I turned to him I felt sure he could see the way my nipples had stiffened through the thin material.

"Do you have any books on Venice in your reference section ?" he asked innocently enough.

"We do, I could get someone to help you with that"

"Couldn't you help me ?"

Surprised as I was, I didn't need to be asked twice.

The reference section is upstairs and a little out of the way in the library. I knew exactly where to take him.

Handing him a large photographic book of Venice in the 1950's I saw his eyes scan my body from top to bottom, far more obvioulsy this time. He opened the book at a page showing people arriving at a masque ball in the dusk light of the city. I recognised the Grand Canal in the background. Although you couldn't see all of their faces it was obvious they were good looking people. The men were in evening suits and the women were in exquisite ball dresses. One woman caught my attention to the left of the photograph. Her dress was made of red satin and her hair was long and blonde like mine. Without thinking I ran my hand down the arm of the black satin blouse I was wearing.

I could feel Ian's eyes on me, as though he knew precisely where my thoughts were. I felt somehow quite naked next to him. He moved a little closer to me as though his interest lay in the book and his arm brushed against mine.

"You know, those Venetian masque balls often end in quite an interesting way" "Oh, really, and what would you know about that ?"

"A girlfriend of mine went to one last year. After all the drinking and the dancing was over things became quite..... intimate".

I knew exactly what he was getting at and it was making me feel a bit wet.

"Apparently it turned into something of an orgy. She let several men take her, yet all through they wore their masques"

That was enough to set me off. Ian's arm was stroking down my back. Turning to him I closed my eyes and we kissed. I felt his hand come up and start to squeeze my breast gently, catching the nipple between his fingers through the material. My hand was on his chest slowly getting lower as our tongues met, right down over his stomach to the bulge in his pants. My hand squeezed his cock through his trousers and I felt it stiffen even more. I started to rub it slowly but firmly up and down.

His hands were on my skirt, pulling it up slowly. I sat back as my legs instinctively opened to him and I felt his fingers glide up from my knees straight onto my knickers that were getting more and more moist. As he kissed me gently his middle finger slipped past the soft material straight between my lips. My whole body tensed as he pulled it out and started rubbing his wet finger over my clitoris.

Without thinking I undid his jeans, pulled down his pants and grasped his, by now, hard cock. As we kissed his finger moved around my clit in a circular motion, stopping every now and then to go inside me.

My eyes closed as we got into a rhythm. In between kissing me Ian kept talking to me; "I would love for us to be there now, doing this while people all around us were making love and moaning with pleasure"

I felt like I was being hypnotized by his words, but my mind was already way ahead of him:

I was in Venice, the girl in the satin red dress. Looking out of a mansion house window onto the Grand Canal with the moon reflected in the water. The sound of the lapping water outside mixed with the sounds of lovemaking all around me. The warm evening Italian air replacing the warmth of the sun coming through the windows of the library. My face was covered by my masque as were the faces of the two anonymous lovers who were all over me. I was reclined, Ian's fingers were the cock of my first lover, gently pushing into me, while I imagined his dick as being my other lover who I stroking with my hand. All the while his wife looking on, sitting back on a sofa with her hands between her legs as she watched me pleasuring both of them at the same time.

I strongly suspected that Ian's thoughts were in a similar place as I felt his cock stiffen and twitch. I was close, but my orgasm is far more pleasurable when it's triggered by the sight of a man coming. I kissed him and opened my eyes to watch jets of his cum spurt from his cock all over my hand and onto the floor. As he groaned he pushed his fingers into me harder and faster. I tensed and then relaxed into several waves of pleasure as I came, my pussy clenching on his fingers as the feelings hit me.

I didn't want to move for a second, and just luxuriated in the feelings between my legs as they slowly subsided and I enjoyed the feeling of the sun's rays coming through the windows onto my bare thighs.

As I opened my eyes Ian was already on his feet.

"Thank you, that was very enjoyable. I'm hoping we can do this again"

I was too dazed to say anything other than mumble a "yes,thanks". As I heard the door close my next thought was "he didn't even ask for my number, the cheeky bastard!".

I unromantically wiped his cum off my hands with a tissue and rubbed my shoe on the floor to get rid of the evidence.

Over a week passed without a sign of him. Maybe he really was off in Venice bonking some other lucky girl I bristled to myself as a rather boring-looking man leered hopelessly at me over the counter.

Right at that moment I caught sight of him lingering around some bookshelves off to my left. My heart jumped, but quickly fell when I saw a very attractive, but slightly tarty looking girl walk up to him and take his arm. He said something to her, they both smiled and looked over in my direction. "That pig! I bet he's been telling that slut all about what happened" I thought to myself trying to avoid meeting eyes with the hopeless man drooling over me at the counter.

"How about you give me your number luv, you're really quite fit"

"Oh, please! Do you really think I'd date a neanderthal like you? Don't imagine that anything other than the books are available for loan in this place"

I shouldn't have been so vocal, but I was fuming at how obviously indiscreet Ian had been. They both came over to the counter and although I was the only one there, did my best to ignore them.

"We'd really appreciate some help finding something in your reference section"

"Yes, I'm sure you do"

If I could have done I would have asked somebody else to take them up there, but I was on my own. The other counter staff were in a meeting about the head of Cultural Services coming to inspect us the following day.

Giving them a slight 'humph!' I led them up the stairs to the top floor. They walked behind me and I could feel their eyes on my bum as we went. I heard the girl whisper something to Ian and I span around to catch her looking right at it. I shot her a look of daggers but she gave me rather a flirtatious smile back that I must admit did slightly turn me on.

"So is it Venice again, or are you going somewhere else equally exotic?" I asked dismissively.

The girl spoke first.

"Actually I've been several times before, but there are always new things to be found out even if you think you know a place very well, wouldn't you agree?"

Surely this wasn't the girl Ian had mentioned before ? She did have a sexual air about her that was quite intriguing.

"My name's Natalie. Ian told me about you but I had no idea you'd be so cute looking"

"Erm, thanks" I stammered, slightly surprised to hear a girl say that to me.

"Ian talks about you when we're in bed. I pretend I'm you when we're fucking. It gets me off as much as it does him. I had to see you face to face though, and I have to say I can see what he was excited about"

I stood there for a moment open-mouthed, before walking over to the door and locking it almost without thinking.

I don't know if it was what she'd just said to me or thinking about my last time with Ian, but I was about to say the most brazen thing of my life so far.

"Well, it seems unfair that Ian has to imagine someone else being me. Maybe you'd like to watch me screwing him ?"

I didn't need to wait for an answer, it was written all over her face.

"Well, go on.... kiss her Ian"

She almost pushed him towards me.

As he kissed me I felt him gently move me back so that I was sitting up on the edge of a table with my feet just off the ground.

Natalie came towards me and they both began kissing me, first on the lips and then slowly down my neck to my chest.

As Ian kissed my chest I felt Natalie push the straps on my bra right down so that my breasts came out of the cups. Their eyes lit up when they saw how hard and red my nipples were. I felt her arm come around my back as she leant forward and took the left one in her mouth just as he began kissing and sucking the right one.

I have to admit it was such a horny feeling having both breasts sucked and kissed at the same time. I put my hands out and ran my fingers through their hair, pulling both of them further in towards me. I have very sensitive nipples so feeling two sets of lips on them was quite an exquisite feeling. I could feel Ian becoming more excited, taking more of my breast into his mouth, gently biting my hard nipple between his teeth. As they licked and kissed all over my chest their mouths would meet to kiss. With our arms around each other I felt so close to them, it was such an intimate moment.

I was quite caught up in things by then and barely noticed the hand sliding surreptitiously up my thigh and under my skirt. I felt a tingle that became a shot of electricity as a finger touched the front of my knickers and stroked the length of my by now quite moist pussy. I looked up and with a shock realised that it was Natalie's hand between my legs and not Ian's. I didn't offer an resistance as her fingers hooked over the top of my knickers and pulled them down over my legs. As they slid down my thighs I could see a damp patch on the smooth material.

Ian smiled lasciviously as he took a good look at me sitting back on the table, legs opened brazenly with my moist pussy on show, two very red, freshly sucked nipples inside my pulled-open blouse. Not taking his eyes off me, he undid his jeans and let them drop to the floor. As he stepped towards me Natalie put her hand on the bulge in the front of his boxers and gave it a squeeze. Not that it needed any encouragement, it looked as though his cock was getting hard enough already without her help. Natalie took my hand and put it down the front of his shorts. He let out a groan as my hand stroked once up the length of his dick. I could feel the wetness on the tip and it made me shiver in anticipation of what was coming.

Natalie stood behind him and pulled down his boxers, Ian's now very hard cock pointing straight at me. Her hand circled around his dick as she led him towards me. Holding it to my pussy lips she began to rub it up and down. It was such a teasing feeling as I felt his warm, hard, wet cock being stroked against me. I thought I was going to cum there and then it was so intoxicating. His dick was so wet that I could feel our juices mixing together with each stroke. Occasionally Natalie would let the tip slide inside me making us both moan, she seemed expert at this and I wondered how many times they'd played this game before. I arched my back and slid forward on the table hoping to get more of it inside me.

Suddenly Natalie pulled Ian's cock away from me and spoke to him: "Now I want you to fuck Lauren properly, she's so pretty and sexy that she deserves to orgasm". Ian nodded obediently and I wondered if he enjoyed playing the submissive with her. Natalie then put one hand behind my head, pulled me in for a kiss and at the same moment pushed Ian's dick inside me. The kiss took me by surprise and gave me even more of a jolt as I felt myself being impaled on one very erect cock.

There's something I enjoy about sitting up on a table while a guy's inside me, maybe it's the angle, maybe the way his dick feels pushed up inside me, but it always makes me cum. I first tried it with my ex when we were away for a weekend. He decided he wanted a quickie before we left the hotel that morning. I didn't want to crease my clothes up rolling around on the bed so we did it on the table in the room. We finished just in time, right as room service barged in thinking the room was empty.

That memory came back momentarily as Ian pushed right into me. It was such a glorious feeling. His hands went behind me, pulling me close to him. Our tongues met as he began to move inside me, his hard dick filling me up with each long stroke. I've never been watched when I've been having sex before, so it was strange to have Natalie standing next to me while I fucked her boyfriend, of all people. Those feelings of strangeness soon disappeared as Ian picked up the pace, grabbed hold of my bum with both hands and started screwing me really fast.

I had to bite my lip not to scream out with the feeling as my orgasm started to build. The table was knocking against the wall but I was too far gone to care about the noise. I wrapped my legs around Ian, put my hands around his shoulders and buried my face in his neck, hoping to stifle the loud moans coming out my mouth. "Uhh.... uhh..... mmmmm...... mmmm..... oh fuck, yes....... please....mmmm".

Just as I felt myself getting close Natalie slid her hand down my front, two of her fingers going straight onto my clit and starting to move in a circular, rubbing motion. That was all I could take and I felt my pussy clench around Ian's cock as I starting to orgasm. He carried on pumping hard into me and I could tell by the feel of his now twitching cock that he was near to coming. Natalie grabbed his hair and pulled his lips onto hers, kissing him passionately. Ian groaned deeply through the kiss and as his dick hardened and exploded with his cum inside me. I felt every spirt of his juice as he moved forcefully inside me.

Taking a moment to collect myself and catch my breath, I watched as Natalie dropped to her knees and began loudly sucking on Ian's cock, stopping momentarily to pull it out of her mouth to spit on it. All the while he looked straight at me. I couldn't blame him, I must have been such a hot sight with my blouse open, skirt pulled up my thighs, and my legs wide open with his cum dripping from my very wet pussy.

After a few of minutes of Natalie's noisy blow job I was impressed to see he was almost fully hard again. He grinned at me as his hands brushed through her hair. Motioning for her to stand up, he grabbed hold of her hips and spun her around to face me. Bending her over towards me he lined his cock up with her hole and pushed into her.

She quite naturally bent forward, hands either side of my inner thighs, her face dangerously close to my pussy. I've never had a girl so close to me down there before and I felt a little scared and excited at the same time.

As Ian moved so did her face....closer and closer to me. Her tongue was out, reaching forward, almost willing my pussy lips to meet the tip of my tongue. She moaned sharply, looking straight at them with a dreamy look in her eyes. Although I was a little uncomfortable with the idea of a girl licking me I couldn't resist finding out how it felt. Besides, seeing Ian getting turned on again was making me feel more and more that I needed to cum again.

I felt a surprising, sharp jolt of sensation as her tongue made contact with my clit. Each time he slammed his cock into her her whole body seemed to push against me, her tongue either sliding deeper between my lips or harder against my clit. I've never had a sexual experience with a girl before and I wasn't totally comfortable with this one, but I just felt myself being swept along with the intense feelings of pleasure coming from between my legs.

I was again feeling like the centre of attention as they were both looking at me as they fucked. His look of lust as he stared at the breasts falling out of my open blouse, and her cheeky smile as she looked up at me, moaning and licking away. Although he was inside of her I could tell I was the one turning him on. It made me feel very sexy and powerful getting them both excited like this.

Natalie lapping away at the cum Ian had left in my pussy was such a naughty feeling and was making me feel quite delirious as her tongue circled around between my lips.

As she grunted an orgasm with her mouth against my thigh I saw Ian's face tense up and I knew he was coming. He held her hips and slammed hard into her, groaning as he did so. Pulling his cock out he wanked his cum over her bum and onto her back.

I was snapped out of the moment when I heard the door handle rattle.

"Lauren ? It's Karen, are you all right in there ?"

"Ummm, yes, will be out in a sec"

I quickly pulled down my skirt and buttoned up my blouse. Catching my breath I walked over to the door and unlocked it.

"Sorry, I must have flicked the latch by accident"

"I'm sure"

Karen was such an uptight cow who always got prissy when sex was mentioned. I knew she must have heard something and obviously didn't believe me.

"We need to discuss tomorrow, Vincent will be coming over and he wants to interview each staff member separately about their work performance"

I shot her a look that said I didn't care, but I was a little nervous at the prospect. Vincent was the head of Cultural Services at the County Council and ultimately said whether I had a job or not. I'd met him once and didn't like him especially.

It was at a drinks party after an exhibition launch at the Museum in the town. The usual dreary corporate faces were there, so not a lot of man interest for me. I was introduced to Vincent as a matter of course, he was my boss after all. Far more interesting was his wife who was as tall as he was with pulled up, long, jet black hair. She had an air about her that I couldn't quite place. Although dressed fairly conservatively she was wearing a tight, leather skirt that sat just above her knee, high heels that must have been about 4 inches long, and dark black nylons with a seam right up the back. Somehow she reminded me of a woman from a modeling session with Helmut Newton. The only intrigue from the evening was speculating with my friend about what kind of things they got up to in the bedroom together.

She looked over at me in a funny way. Normally older woman at these events look over jealously as their husbands tend to gawp at me when I'm out in a dress. However, she looked as though she wanted to come over and sink her teeth into my neck, or maybe I've been watching too many vampire films?

I made sure I dressed nicely for the interview, hoping my charm would win me an easy time from Vincent. I didn't want anything bad on my report after working at the library for less than a year. I went for quite a professional look with a fitted white blouse that looked modest but did a good job of showing off the shape of my breasts. I matched this with a tight knee-length black skirt, short heels and just for luck of course, black suspenders to give me that extra bit of confidence.

Karen had gone in before me and walked out of her interview giving me a rather sour look as she came past.

"He wants to see you now Lauren"

I straightened myself out and walked in trying to look as confident as possible.

"Sit down Lauren"

He stayed standing.

"Lauren, I've been impressed with your performance here at the library service so far. Your time keeping is good, you're conscientious, and your face to face skills with the library users are excellent"

So far so good.

"However, I was very disappointed to hear from Karen about an incident that took place yesterday in the reference section of the building"

That bitch! I knew she'd say something.

"I think we both know to what I'm referring. Have you got anything to say"

"Umm, no" my voice trailed off.

"Well usually what happened yesterday is a sackable offence in Cultural Services buildings"

"I'm sorry" I mumbled

"Excuse me ?"

"I'm sorry" I repeated slightly louder.

"I'm sure you are now you've been found out. If you want to resign I'll accept it now. However you do have a choice. You can take a punishment from me now and that'll be the end of the matter"

He must mean some kind of pay cut.

"Ok, I'll take the punishment now"

As I said that he went over to the door, locked it and closed the window blinds.

"I want you to stand up and lean over the desk"

"Erm... what ??" I spluttered.

"You heard me, stand up and bend over that desk, I won't ask you twice"

I did as he told me, wondering what was next.

"Pull up your skirt and take off your knickers"

I looked up at him shocked, surely he wasn't going to do this, was he ?

Although I was feeling quite nervous I had an unmistakeable warm feeling between my legs. I leant over the desk, pulling my black skirt up above my waist. I knew what his next reaction would be.

"Ah, stockings! I shouldn't have expected anything less from an over-sexed girl like you. Now pull those knickers down"

I did as I was told, letting them fall to my ankles before I stepped out of them.

"Good. Now I'm going to have to spank you so hold onto the desk"

I've been spanked before, but never like this. His hand came down and made a real 'thwack' noise each time it hit my bum. I should have been angry but the more controlled I felt the more turned on I was. After maybe six slaps he stopped and admired his handiwork; several bright red marks on my skin.

Just as I thought it was over his hand came down once more. This time it lingered, feeling my bum until his hand slid between my legs. I almost jumped as I felt his middle finger slide right into my pussy. I was shocked to realise how wet I was.

"Yes, you're enjoying this aren't you ? That's the kind of dirty girl you are isn't it ?"

The more rude he was to me the more turned on I became. I couldn't believe it but I was actually hoping his dick would be replacing his finger inside my pussy.

"Stand up and turn around for me..... good..... now I want you to undo your blouse and show me your breasts"

I have to admit I did it in a bit of a showy, stripper-ish way for him. Unbuttoning my blouse right to my waist, I pushed each breast out of my bra, pushing my chest forward to make them look even more pert than normal. His eyes seem to widen and I could make out a growing bulge in his trousers.

"Play with them"

I obliged by squeezing them with both hands. Playing with the nipples and rolling them between my fingers. My breasts are 'C' cups and just big enough for me to reach my mouth down so that I can suck them. He seemed to quietly growl when I did that.

I was getting so wet. If he didn't fuck me now I would be so disappointed. I was loving this disciplinary procedure.

"Now use the other hand on your pussy"

I was happy to oblige as my sex was needing some attention. He undid his trousers and revealed quite an impressively thick cock that he began to stroke. Picking up my knickers he began to rub his now, quite wet tip. I could feel his eyes burning into me with lust as he watched me touching myself.

Suddenly he stopped, grabbed hold of my shoulders, span me around and pushed me face-down onto the desk. I pointed my ass upwards towards him expectantly.

"I realise this is no punishment to a slut like you, but I'm going to do it anyway"

I never thought an insult like that would turn me on but my pussy was feeling at boiling point. With one push his cock was right up inside me. Holding my hips tightly he began to thrust away inside me. I began to moan softly, looked back at him with a sexed-up look on my face. This seemed to make him angry.

"Making that kind of noise is what got you into this trouble in the first place"

He picked up my knickers that were damp from his wanking and pushed them into my mouth to keep me quiet.

"Now I'm going to punish you properly you dirty girl"

He began slamming his dick into me hard, grabbing my shoulders so that he could push it in as forcefully as possible. I wanted to scream out with pleasure, it felt so naughty to be doing this. He grabbed my hair and started pulling on it which made me feel so dominated and controlled. I was loving the feeling.

"Do you want me to fuck you, you slut ?"

"Mmmm.... yessss"

"Yes, what? You should call me 'Sir'!"

"Yes, sir!" Calling him 'sir' seemed to get him even more excited and the desk moved he was pushing so hard into me. While he pulled my hair with one hand he'd spank me with the other.

Suddenly he stopped and told me to kneel down in front of him. I couldn't wait for what was coming and quickly got on my knees. He grabbed my hair, pulled my mouth onto his cock and started fucking my mouth.

"Play with yourself" he commanded.

Pushing two fingers inside me, I used my other hand to rub my clit with hard, circular motions. I sucked and licked his cock as he worked it quickly in and out of my mouth. I knew he was close now and I got ready to swallow his cum. His dick tensed up and I sucked down hard on it. He was groaning.

"Mmm, fuck, yes....your mouth feels gorgeous..... that's good.... yes Lauren, suck it"

Just as he began to cum he pulled his cock out of my mouth so that it was on my lips. I closed my eyes and felt it all over my mouth, spilling onto my chin and dripping down onto my breasts. He rubbed it on my lips and all over my cheeks, still holding my hair. My pussy was on fire as I rubbed myself to one of the dirtiest-feeling orgasms of my life.

"Here, have a tissue"

Vincent paid me little attention as I cleaned myself up and got dressed.

"Yes, I think we can safely say that this is the end of the matter. Incidentally, my wife is arranging a party at our house next week. She very much wants you to be there. I hope you can make it"

What a cheeky bastard, did he really expect me have sex with his wife as well ?

Did I go ? Well, what do you think ?