Naughty Librarian Ch. 02

Two weeks passed before Michael came into the library again. It was a busy morning and the library was full of kids for story time. I suspected he was trying to avoid being alone with me again. As I checked his books out for him, I smiled coyly, and whispered, "I have another fantasy, Michael. If you want to help me out sometime, I'd be grateful."

He looked at me, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. And then he smiled, nodded and walked away.

Nearly a week later, Michael came in a few minutes before the library closed, and I knew he was giving me my opportunity to explore my fantasy with him. I followed Michael toward the back and sat down on a table near where he browsed. My skirt hiked up to mid-thigh, exposing the top of my stockings. I waited for him to notice. When he did, he walked over to me, his eyes on mine, and a smile spreading slowly across his face.

"So I have this fantasy, " I said.

Michael nodded, not quite as shy now. "Go on."

I smiled back at him, glad for his obvious interest. "I want to be fucked on one of these tables."

"That's a good fantasy."

"Glad you like it."

Michael moved closer to me until I had to tilt my head back to see his face; when I did he leaned down and ravaged my mouth with his. His hands wrapped around my head and tangled in my hair while his mouth assaulted mine. I could feel the weeks of sexual frustration in his kiss, and I surrendered totally to him.

"So you want to be fucked?" he whispered against my mouth.

"Yes, " I said. "Fucked."

"You don't want me to be gentle?"

"No," I panted against his mouth.

"Turn over and lean on the table."

He stepped back to give me room to move, and I did as he asked. I knew he could see the garters holding up my stockings as I leaned over the table. My body nearly trembled with anticipation as I waited for what he would do next.

Michael lifted my skirt further, exposing my ass; I could feel the cool air on my skin and the warmth from his body behind me. Michael's breath was ragged and the sound of it encouraged me to wiggle my ass a bit against him.

"You are so naughty," he said. "No panties?"

"I like to know I'm sexy under my clothes."

"You're sexy when you're in your clothes," he said. I felt his hand slide over my thighs, stroking from my stocking to my ass. My pussy was immediately wet from the tease of his hand.

Michael took one hand off of me and I heard him the sound of his zipper behind me. Almost immediately I felt the head of his cock against my pussy, teasing the entrance. I was glad that he was as anxious as I was to feel him inside of me.

"Fuck me," I demanded.

"As you wish," he said and plunged his cock completely into me. The suddenness of him filling me made me cry out in surprise and pleasure.

Michael's hands gripped my waist as he slid in and out, his hips thrusting him fully into me. Michael's panting matched mine, and I knew neither of us would last long. Deeper and deeper, he plunged into my pussy. His hands held my waist so tightly that I could hardly breath.

I moaned and pushed back against him, my hips meeting his so that our bodies were almost violently bashing into one another. I loved the feeling of being fucked so carelessly, with no regard to pain but only with pleasure. I could feel my body tighten and my clit throb and I knew my orgasm was quickly approaching.

"Harder. Fuck me harder," I cried.

Michael thrust into me again, and I felt him slap my ass. The surprise of it sent me over the edge, and my body quivered beneath his as I cried out in climax.

"Oh yes," I yelled. He spanked me again, holding himself deep inside me as he came. After several minutes, he relaxed behind me and we both collapsed, spent on the table. I thought back to my camera and hoped I would have another good video of the night's escapades.

"Wow," I finally managed to say.

"Yes," he replied.

"Thanks for helping me with another fantasy."

"Thank you," he said. "But now I think you owe me one."

"What did you have in mind?"