Watched Part 1: The Perversion of a Librarians Innocence

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my voice. This is your time, your time to rely, your time for sensuous satisfaction, Your time to release that in her passion as you listen to my voice and fill the story moving through your body as you enjoy tonight's show. As the moon rises above the skyline, lifting the sounds of celebration above the city, Emma sighs to herself as she watches the flickering lights of the city below the library windows. People trying to find an escape, a place to run to, and she knew they would

never be happy with whatever they found here, she mused. Here, within this building there was a million ways to escape, a million places to run to. If you didn't like one, you simply chose another. This was Emma's escape place, This was her sanctuary. Sighing, Emma turned away from the window. The alcohol, the noise, the faux fun was definitely not for her. Walking along the shelves of books, Emma smiled

as she moved into a shadowy corner. This was a section of the books that people rarely discovered, and when they did, they were generally too embarrass to mention it. Running her thumb over the spine of the secret books, she eventually gave a contented sound as she selected one Dead Butterflies. The title really did not give anything away about the incestuous desires held within these pages. One elderly gentleman had once learned it his wife had to return it a few days later he had had to taken

to his bed in shock. It most certainly was not about the environmental risks of the future of insects as he had believed. Emma positioned herself carefully in her reading chair. A simple la lit the chair and cast the rest of the expanse of the library into darkness. She was isolated in her own little universe, just her and her stories that lived here. The library was empty apart from her.

This was her room, now hers and only hers. Emma opened the book exactly where she had left off, as the words and the pages weave their magic, seducing her into the twilight world of her fantasies and desires that she would never admit to. For years, she had been sweet little Emma, the innocent librarian. Yet a passion burned beneath that facade that she had never felt comfortable sharing

with anyone. As her crystal blue eyes danced over the pages, spell bound with every word, she bit gently on her lower lip, her body beginning to tremble a little as the wickedly passionate fingers of the story massage here in way she could only imagine a man doing. Oh, Derek, she mumbled to herself, her ass tensing at the thought

of having her butt spanked. As she continued to read automatically, her fingers drifted down her shirt, loosening the buttons, without her eyes ever leaving the page, her finger tips moved inside her shirt, gently caressing the lace cups of her bra Slowly, gently, Emma's fingers found her nipples, moaning gently as her thighs tensed in such a beautiful response. As she pinched her nipples as the words massaged her deepest, darkest desires, Emma's hands slid down the plane of her stomach.

Without looking, she pulled her skirt over her thighs, the passion in the story embracing her in around longing, Sliding her fingertips up her naked thighs, she could feel the trail of goosebumps following, crackling to life in the tail

wind of her fingers. Even now, her pussy trembled with desire, aching to be caressed, her ass wanting to feel the punishment of spanking, Her hands slid higher, the heat of her pussy already burning her skin, the teasing sensation of her feminine pleasure, kissing her thighs, moaning a little louder, her desire building. Suddenly, a sound shatters the atmosphere, so Engrossed with the story, Emma couldn't tell if it was real or not just her overactive imagination. Without moving, she

stopped reading, listening, just in case it happened again. But there was nothing. Probably just my imagination, she muttered to herself, lifting her skirt still before continuing, Emma caressed the lace of her panties, gently, timing her movements perfectly with the rhythm of the story. Her breathing intensified as her stomach clutched, her knees, growing, her pussy, aching for a caress, a man's caress, moaning again, a moan sounded back out of

the darkness. Was that just an ech of hers, she pondered, or was there someone else here with her? Of course, she couldn't stop people coming to the library, it was a public facility. Failing to see the irony in her logic, Emma paused for a moment, waiting for another noise. Nothing came. Content that she is alone in the expanse of the library, Emma's eyes returned to the prose as her fingers gently caressed the edge of her panties, the kiss of her

touch almost unnoticeable, sending shivers through every nerve of her body. Somehow, the fantasy created by the story was invaded by a new fantasy, the fantasy of Derek watching her from the shadows, his broad hand stroking his hard cock as he watched Emma touched herself. She was turning him on with a simple act of self pleasure, and knowing she turned him on, knowing that this beautiful man was going to come because little old Emma sent a torrent of electricity charging through

every nerve of his body. Her pussy positively vibrated with desire. This was unbelievable. Emma had never considered a man watching her touch herself as a turnout, but now it was driving her mad. Biting her lip, trying to suppress the noise that was emanating from the pits of her lust. Years of training and embedded the concept of a library

as a place of silence was beyond question. She pushed down into the floor with a lex, throbbing, desire moving through her body as she read the words, her fingers sliding inside her panties. A deep voice echoing the prose, a voice so intense and passionate it forced her clip to throb even harder. That man's voice so close to

her ear, reverberated through her whole body. Emma's voice fell into silence, and the man's voice continued reading the story to her, the heat of his voice caressing inside her panties right along with her fingers. It was incredible, as if he was narrating the story, his breath kissing her neck, her nipples aching to fill those lips that created that voice. Take him without mercy, her nipples, her stomach, pushing between her thighs and caressing her clip with hard strokes from

every word. What's your name? She whispered between moans. On Derric, of course, the voice said, before it thrust back inside her pussy, forcing a loud moan from her lips. Her fingers followed Derec's voice and plunged into the depths of her wetness. Her pussy stretched as she imagined his cock. Now felt his cock deep inside her, punishing her dripping pussy with every thrust of his hips. Aggressively, she hammered her fingers in and out of her pussy, moaning louder

and louder. Suddenly his fingers were pushing through her hair, bawling it tightly, and without warning, his hard cock pressed into her mouth. It is meant to be silent in the library, he said, as he threatened her throat with the throbbing end of his cock. Tears streamed down her cheeks as his bulls hit her chin. Emma had never tasted the man's cot before, but this felt so primeval

and sexy. It was beyond what she imagined. The animal passion with which he drove his cock into her mouth actually turned her on even more, the sensation of it throbbing along her tongue, fitting her mouth completely. Holding her breath, Emma waited for her first taste of cum and imagine

how it might be as he exploded in her throat. Suddenly, Derek pulled his cock out of her mouth, pulling her up by her hair onto a nearby table and bending her across it, her face pressing against the cold oak top as he lifted her skirt, his fingers caressing the curves of her ass as he made appreciative noises. Suddenly, a crack echoed around the library as his palm spanked across her ass mercilessly. Emma cried out again, her voice

seeming louder in the empty library. Silent Miss Horny librarian, he said, his hand slide into her panties before ripping them off. The sting of her waistband as it broke coosed her to yelp again. His hands pressed up her back, his fingers moving through her hair and then pulling her head back, forcing her mouth open as his other hand pushed her panties into her mouth. Fuck, she could swell how wet she was, her juices dripping from her torn

panties and down her chin. Desperately trying to breathe, she forced long gas through her nose. As his hand came down again, The crack across her ass even louder, more ferocious. The beautiful sting of pleasure ricocheted through her whole body, her pussy throbbing between her thighs. She knew she was dripping with pleasure and getting wetter with every stroke of his hand. Without warning, he pushed his cock into a pussy, pounding hard and furiously. There was no mercy or patience.

He fucked it like the animal she wanted to be used, as the tip of his cock pressed all along the walls of her pussy, forcing trembles up and down her body. Fuck. Her pussy was almost sore from the relentless fuck of his wide, tired cock. This wasn't the way it was meant to be, Emma thought, but fuck it felt so good. Every throbbing vein in his cock pressed along her pussy walls,

sending shockwaves up and down her body. Barely able to breathe through her sudden panties, Emma tried grasping at the table to stabilize herself against the torrent of his fucking, but the table was far too polished and too smooth. Her breast pushed along the table as he continued to press his cock into her, her nipples rubbing hard against

the polished wood, only serving to heighten her pleasure. Her pussy clutched at him, wanting his release, wanting to fill his warm stream of come, fill every part of her. Emma tried to fumble for her panties to allow herself to breathe before she fainted. This was just getting too much, Not yet, he said, Seeing her intention, his hands wrapped around her wrists, pulling her arms behind her. He pounded with demonic passion into her wet sex. Fuck. She thought

he might split me in two. He's so fucking aggressive. Thrust after thrust burnt on her clip. She didn't want to be the girl who enjoyed hard and aggressive sex. She didn't want to be the girl who lusted after filthy fucking. For god, she did, she wanted it and even harder. Her loud moans muffled by her panties, bending her head back, her augasm assaulting every inch of her body.

She wanted to be fucked hard and come hard, and my god, was she going to He slid one hand up her arm, grasping her shoulder as he rode her pussy with hard rhythms of his body. Suddenly, his other hand slid between her thighs and pinched her clip hard between finger and thumb, rubbing it as he continued to fuck her. Her whole body tensed as the avalanche of pleasure descended over her. Unable to breathe, she tried spitting out her panties. Then suddenly Derec's hand grasped her panties

and ripped them from her mouth. The sudden rush of oxygen filling her body with air in perfect timing with her orgasm as she gasped in deep gulps, whilst somehow moaning like an animal her orgasm exploding through every inch of her body. She could feel the wicked cocktail of oxygen and orgasm invade her brain. Her eyes rolled back as her body slumped over the table. She could feel her breast shallow and panting as a veil of darkness

dropped over her, her orgasm consuming her completely. Somewhere in the distance, through the blackness that covered her mind, she could hear a voice, a sound not his, but caring and concerned. Excuse me, miss, are you okay? The sound, forcing Emma's eyes wide open. Was shocked. So what's happened to Emma? Well, you'll just have to wait until next week when we can get wild in bed all over again. So until next week, and always with your pleasure in mind.

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