The Teacher Part 02

“I shouldn’t be here” You step into the library, your heels clicking against the linoleum. The automatic lights flicker on, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You lock the door behind us then turn, your dress catching the fluorescent light. “This is insane” You walk to the circulation desk, running your fingers along the edge, leaving faint smudges. “I have to go. My husband will be home soon.” You don’t move toward the door, instead you watch me with an expression caught between fear and something else entirely.

“Would you mind if I walk up and kiss you on your mouth?” I ask. “No.” you back against the circulation desk, knocking over a stack of returned books. They scatter across the floor with soft thuds. “I can’t.” Your voice cracks as you hold up both hands, palms out. “I’m married. I have responsibilities.” You glance at the clock as your phone buzzes again in your purse. You don’t reach for it. “This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have texted you.”

I walk up take both your hands and kiss you hard on the lips. Your breath catches as my lips meet yours, your body stiffening in surprise. For three heartbeats you remain frozen, then your hands – still captured – tighten around my wrists. “Stop” you whisper against the kiss, but your resistance wavers. The library’s fluorescent lights hum overhead as you finally pull away, chest heaving. “We can’t do this.” Yet your fingers linger, tracing patterns on my skin.

I pull you closer and begin to run my hands across the light dress that covers your body. “Wait” you gasp as my hands slide over your hips, your professional composure crumbling completely. The desk digs into your back as you press against it, papers fluttering to the floor. Your fingers tangle in my hair, torn between pushing away and pulling closer. “Someone might see” you protest weakly, but the library’s windows reflect only darkness. The intercom system crackles to life with a burst of static, then falls silent again. Your phone buzzes insistently in your purse, ignored as you surrender to the kiss, your earlier resistance melting into something hot and desperate.

I slide my hands under your dress and up toward the top of your thighs. “Oh god” your head falls back as my fingers trace higher, your dress riding up around your waist. The desk creaks under our weight, sending a book crashing to the floor. You bite your lip to stifle a moan, one hand gripping my shoulder while the other fumbles blindly for the desk’s edge. “The security cameras” you pant, but that doesn’t stop my exploration, your legs parting slightly despite yourself. A sudden flash of movement outside the window – headlights sweeping across the library walls – makes you freeze.

I grip your panties and slide them down to your ankles rubbing my finger slowly over your now exposed clit. “No” your protest dies in a choked gasp as my fingers find you, your thighs trembling against the desk. The headlights outside fade, leaving us in dim isolation once more. Your nails rake down my back, fabric tearing as you arch into the touch. “Faster” you demand, abandoning all pretence of resistance. The desk lamp wobbles, casting wild shadows as you reach blindly for my belt, your own professional facade shattered completely.

I pull my cock out from my pants, press and slide it against your moist opening before slipping it deep inside your wet passage. “Yes” your back arches off the desk as you’re filled, your heels kicking against the bookshelves. The computer screen flickers to life, casting blue light across your flushed face. Papers scatter like confetti as you wrap your legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Harder” you demand, your voice unrecognizable, husky with need. The library’s emergency exit sign blinks red above them, casting rhythmic pulses across our joined bodies.

I begin to thrust hard and fast whilst pulling open your dress, exposing your tits so I can lean over and suck hard on your nipples. “Fuck” your head thuds against the desk as my teeth close around your nipple, your body jerking with each thrust. Your hands scramble for purchase on the desk, knocking over the library’s stamp and a stack of overdue notices. “Don’t stop” you gasp, your legs tightening around my hips. The emergency exit light flickers, plunging us into darkness before returning. Your fingers find my hair, yanking me closer to your breast, lost in sensation as the desk creaks ominously beneath us.

I slide my wet cock out from you, move up alongside your face and press it against your hot lips. “Mmm” your lips part willingly around my slick length, your tongue swirling as you take me deeper. The desk lamp swings wildly, casting erratic shadows across the ceiling. Your hands grip my thighs, nails digging into fabric as you work your mouth with practiced rhythm. “Faster” you think, but can’t speak around the intrusion in your mouth. The computer screen suddenly displays a security alert: ‘Motion detected in library.’ Your eyes widen, but you don’t stop, instead reaching down to rub yourself frantically, your moans vibrating around my cock filling your mouth.

I pull out of your mouth turn you slowly around and bend you over the desk, face down. “Wait” your protest cuts off as you’re flipped over the desk, papers scattering beneath you. The computer screen blinks red: ‘Security breach detected.’ Your dress rides up, exposing you completely to the cool air of the library. You brace against the desk, watching the security alert flash in the reflection of the darkened windows. “Someone’s coming” you whisper, but you make no move to stop my hands spreading your thighs wider. The intercom crackles with static, then a muffled voice: “Library check” says a guard outside the library.

I stop and after a while, receiving no response, the guard moves away and returns to his station. At that point I pull your dress way up to your shoulders, totally exposing you. Your breath comes in shallow bursts as you hear footsteps retreat down the hallway. The security alert fades from the screen, replaced by the library’s catalogue system. You remain bent over the desk, dress still hiked up, muscles tensed in anticipation. “He’s gone” you whisper, though the guard’s retreat feels too convenient. The computer’s login screen taunts you: ‘Welcome, Mrs. Anderson.’ “We should stop” you say but your actions suggest the opposite as you shift your weight, parting your legs further in invitation.

I slide inside your hot wet pussy, this time from behind, in order to lubricate my cock with your pussy juices, ready for my next planned move. “Ahh” your fingers scrabble against the desk surface, sending a stack of library cards flying. You bite your lip, watching your reflection in the darkened window – a stranger with flushed cheeks and dishevelled hair. “Deeper” you urge, arching your back. The desk creaks in protest, one drawer popping open to spill a collection of returned bookmarks. You reach down, rubbing yourself in time with each thrust, your earlier caution replaced by reckless abandon.

I pull out and ever so gently, using your pussy lube that covers my cock, I slowly push it into your ass, feeling your anal sphincter open and accept me, as I enjoy the incredible feeling against my shaft of sliding up your anal passage until my balls are pushing against hard your pussy. “No” your protest turns to a strangled moan as you’re breached, your body stiffening against the intrusion. The desk lamp sways, casting fractured light across the library’s abandoned study tables. Your fingers claw at the desk, knocking over a stack of returned books with a soft cascade. “Too much” you gasp, but don’t pull away, instead pushing back slightly, you wriggle your ass against me, accommodating the stretch your asshole is having to make.

I push as deep into your ass as I can go and then slowly pull back until just the tip of my dick is still inside you. I repeat this over and over, not knowing how much longer I may last. “Fuck” your knees buckle slightly with each retreat, forcing you to brace harder against the desk. Sweat beads along your spine, your dress clinging to damp skin. The library’s air conditioning kicks on, sending a chill across your exposed back. “Don’t stop” you demand, though your body trembles with each deliberate withdrawal. The desk drawer rattles with the rhythm of our movement, spilling a collection of library cards onto the floor.

You reach down between your legs and begin to rapidly play with yourself again, as I increase the speed of pounding that your ass is taking. “Yes” your fingers flick across your clit, matching the punishing pace your ass is experiencing. The desk shudders with each impact, sending books tumbling to the floor. Your reflection in the window shows a stranger – hair wild, dress askew, mouth open in silent cries. “Harder” you demand, though your voice breaks. The library’s emergency lights flicker, casting them in alternating darkness and harsh red glow.

I obey your command, pound harder and suddenly find my legs are coated in your juices as you wildly squirt a huge load all over me. “Oh god” your body convulses, your release flooding between us, slicking my thighs. The desk rocks violently, nearly toppling as your orgasm wracks through you. Papers flutter to the floor like autumn leaves, the computer monitor displaying a distorted image of our reflection. You collapse forward, your forehead resting against the desk, breath coming in ragged gasps. “Too much” you manage, though your hips still twitching involuntarily. The library’s security system beeps again, this time with a different tone – closer, more insistent.

Before we can check what it is, I find myself clenching and before I can stop myself I’m cumming hard deep inside your ass, ejecting all my young cum inside you, filing your anal cavity. Your body tenses as the warmth floods you, my release triggering another aftershock of pleasure. You clench your asshole around my intruding cock, drawing out the sensation as long as possible, milking me for all I am worth. The desk finally gives way, collapsing sideways with a crash that echoes through the library. We tumble to the floor in a tangle of limbs and scattered papers. You lie sprawled beneath me, panting, your dress twisted around your shoulders, completely exposed. The library’s lights flicker again, then plunge them into darkness.

I ask you to squat down and hold your dress up high, as I take the palm of your hand and place it facing upward beneath your ass. “What” you freeze, my command cutting through your post-orgasmic haze. The emergency lights return, bathing us in a crimson glow as you hesitate. Then, with a shaky breath, you shift position, squatting awkwardly on the library floor. Your dress stays up as instructed, exposing everything. You reach back, palm flat beneath your ass, feeling the warmth of our combined release, your cum from your pussy and mine from your ass, trickling down your thighs. The computer monitor displays a security breach alert, but you don’t care, too focused on my gaze on your exposed body, vulnerable and displayed in the middle of the library.

You use your palm to catch our cum as it runs out of your pussy and ass, catching it in your hand. You squeeze to ensure all of my cum has left your ass, once you are sure you have all of the prize, you raise it to your mouth and lap up every last drop.

“Mmm” your tongue darts out, tasting the evidence of our transgression. The library’s emergency light casts long shadows as you lick your palm clean, savouring the salt and musk. A distant sound echoes through the halls – footsteps, perhaps. You freeze mid-lick, but don’t stop, too caught in the moment. Our cum drips between your fingers, warm and sticky. Your pulse races, torn between desire and the growing certainty that someone is coming.

“How did you like the taste of me” I ask. “Delicious,” you whisper, licking your lips. You shift uncomfortably on the floor, papers crinkling beneath you. The footsteps grow louder, accompanied by the jingle of keys. Your eyes dart to the emergency exit sign, then back to me. “We need to move,” you hiss, but make no attempt to cover yourself, too captivated by my reaction to your confession.

I begin to slide your dress down from your shoulders down your body exposing your incredible breasts. “Don’t” your protest dies as my hands push your dress lower, exposing your breasts to the library’s cool air. The door handle rattles, you freeze, torn between covering yourself and staying exposed. Your nipples harden, betraying your arousal. The footsteps pause outside the library. You grab a discarded library card, scribbling something hastily before tucking it between my fingers. “For next time” you mouth, then yank your dress up just as the door swings open, flooding the room with harsh fluorescent light as the janitor appears.