Night at the Library

Evelyn looked up from her book, a hint of surprise in her penetrating green eyes. She took a moment to process the bluntness of my message. Her cheeks flushed slightly, but she maintained her composure, setting the book aside. Her was blouse was just a buttoned up tight, but everything about her appeared buttoned up. From her hair held up tight in a bun, to her black skirt, stockings, and business like heels. She leaned forward. "Excuse me?" she replied, her voice low and sultry. "But I'm not quite sure what you're expecting from me. I'm just a librarian."

"I've read your short stories, and I want to make them come true."

She looked around "Shhhh, I don't know how you found out, but that is my secret," she said, her smile growing wider. "But you should know, I just write these fantasies. I don't act on them." She paused, her eyes narrowing as she studied me. "Tell me, what makes you think you can be the man in my stories?" Her tone was challenging, a spark of excitement in her voice as she waited for his response.

"Well obviously I like your stories, and I'm willing to obey your every instruction."

"Decent looking and a willingness. Hmm," she murmured, her gaze lingering on me. "But I need to know you can handle the intensity, the raw power exchange. Can you be the canvas for my darkest desires?" She leaned back in her chair, her eyes darkening with a seductive glint. "You know if we do this, you follow my rules, no exceptions." She took a deep breath, her breasts rising beneath her blouse. "So, are you really ready to see if you can make reality can live up to the fantasy?"

"Yes I am"

""Fine," she said with a nod. "The library closes at 7, be here when it is closing."

"Yes ma'am"

I came back at 6:45 and picked up a book off the rack they had at the front of the library. I went to one of the seats in the back and tried to read it. At 6:55 she came around letting everyone know that the library would be closing in 5 minutes. As she came by me, she said, "The library closes in 5 minutes, there will be trouble if you're still here after that."

At 7 she went around again, clearing everyone else out, then she went and locked the door. She then came by me and told me she'd be back in 5 minutes. "This is your last chance, if you're still here when I get back, you're mine."

I tried to keep my cool, and tried to appear calm. When she came back she had let her red hair down. It was so silky smooth looking.

"Let's begin." For as flushed as she appeared earlier, now she appeared to be fully in control of herself. She stood from her chair, the dimly lit room casting shadows across her body, accentuating her curves. She began to unbutton her blouse, her eyes never leaving mine. "First, I want you to tell me the most humiliating thing you've ever done. And remember, I expect the truth." As she spoke, her hands moved with a deliberate slowness, each button revealing more of her pale, creamy skin. "This will help me understand how deep you're willing to go, how much of a slut you truly are." Her voice was like velvet, soft and smooth.

"When I was in highschool, my girlfriend told me if I didn't eat my cum out of her pussy she could get pregnant, so I did. Everytime."

"Hmm," she mused, a smirk playing on her lips as she continued to undress. She slipped off her blouse, revealing a silky red bra that held her perky breasts. "That's quite the tale of desperation and youthful ignorance," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "But it's not enough. I need to know you're willing to go further. I want to hear something that makes your cheeks burn with shame, something that you've never told anyone else." Her eyes gleamed with excitement, eager to peel back the layers of my psyche and expose my deepest, most depraved secrets. As she said this she slowly unzipped the side of her skirt and let it fall to her ankles. She then lightly kicked it right into my lap. She stood there in complete control, not appearing to be rattled at all by standing in front of a stranger in her matching red panties, garter belt, black stockings, and bra.

"Well, back when I was married I would let my wife finger my ass. I pretended like I reluctantly let her do it, but I really liked it."

"Now, that's more like it," she purred, her own arousal growing as she listened. She reached down to trace a finger along the edge of her red, satin thong, her nails lightly scraping against her skin. "The fact that you've shared this with me suggests you might just be the slut I need." She slipped her thong down, revealing her neatly trimmed landing strip and the pink folds of her sex, glistening with anticipation, yet still wearing the bra and garter belt/stocking combo. "But we're just getting started. Tell me, have you ever craved something so badly it consumed you?" She stepped, giving him an unobstructed view of her most intimate parts. "Or perhaps there's a fantasy you've never dared to speak aloud?" She turned around letting her ass brush against his face teasingly, her cheeks firm and round, as enticing as the forbidden fruit in the bible.

"I want to be pegged on front of a group of women as they tease me and laugh at me. I want to be used for any depraved fantasy and fun they can imagine, but are too embarrassed to say out loud usually."

Evelyn's eyes lit up at his revelation, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "Ah, a masochist with a flair for the dramatic," she said, her voice thick with lust. She turned around, bending over slightly to give him a better view of her ass. "You do indeed have potential." She reached down and spread her cheeks apart, revealing her tight, puckered hole. "But before we go down that path, I need to test your limits." She walked over to a nearby drawer and pulled out a small, leather-bound book and a set of keys. "Choose a page number, any page," she instructed, holding up the book. "And I'll pick a key. Whatever fantasy is on that page, we'll explore together." She waited, while my heart raced with excitement at the thought of the dark adventure we were about to embark on.

"43." I said

She flipped to page 43. The page revealed a detailed description of a public exhibition with elements of forced feminization and humiliation. "Interesting choice," she murmured, her eyes scanning the words hungrily. She selected a key from the set and held it up to the camera, the metal glinting in the soft light. "Looks like fate has a little surprise for us." She stepped closer to Anon, her hand sliding the key into the lock of a chest at the foot of her bed. The sound of the lock clicking open echoed through the room. "You're going to need these," she said, her eyes gleaming as she pulled out a pair of strappy panties and a small, jewelled butt plug. "Undress, bend over, let's see how much of a slut you really are." Her voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. She sat on the bed, her legs crossed, watching him with a predatory gaze as she waited for him to follow her command.

I hesitated a moment and she raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were willing to do anything I asked" she said, her voice dripping with amusement. She set the panties and plug on the bed and walked over to me, her naked body moving with a mesmerizing grace. "Undress and bend over now!"I snapped out of it. Unbuttoning my shirt and removing it. Folding it and placing it on the chair. I undid my belt and took my shoes off. I dropped my pants, and as I folded them to place them on the chair also I felt her grab my waistband of my boxers. She had grabbed a pair of scissors, she snipped the waistband and tore them off.

"You were taking too long" she said with a smirk

She then roughly grabbed me and turned me around and pushed me over the chair. "Spread them." I grabbed my butt cheeks and spread them. She spat on my ass and rubbed it in. Then she took the plug from my trembling grasp. Looking in the window reflection I could see her smile grow as she took in the sight of my exposed ass. "Good boy," she cooed, her hand reaching around and grasping the base of my cock. "Now, tell me how much you want this plug inside you, how much you crave the feeling of being filled and used."

"Please, go ahead and make me your slut."

"That's what I like to hear," she murmured, her voice a siren's call. She slapped my balls harshly, and then grasped and squeezed the base of my cock again. Then she spit right on my hole. I could feel the plug twisting and playing against my ass. She reached out and gripped my hips firmly, pulling me closer. "Beg for it," she ordered, her eyes flashing with dominance. "Beg for me to make you my little slut."

"Mhmm, please do it. I want to be a slut for you." Evelyn chuckled darkly as she watched me writhe under her touch.

"Good," she whispered, her voice a sweet caress in contrast to the torment she was inflicting. She twisted and pushed the plug, stretching me further, now making eye contact in our reflection. "Keep taking it, slut," she urged, her own desire building with every whimper I made. "You're doing so well." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against my ear. "Now, tell me how much you love having your ass filled for me." She waited for his response, her hand slowly pumping it in and out."

"Oh fuck"

"That's it," she cooed, her voice a seductive purr. She pushed the plug in deeper, feeling my body tense around it. "You're such a good little slut," she praised, as she backed off. She gave my ass a firm slap, and twisted my nipple. "But we're just starting. Now, let's see how well you can serve me, but you need to put those panties on first." She held them out and watched as I put them on, trying to figure out how to fit my big hard dick into them. She laughed, and slapping my cock said, "That's fine, just leave it. It's time for you to prove your worth with your mouth." She pushed me back onto the chair and positioned herself to straddle my face, her wet pussy hovering just above my lips. "Lick me," she demanded, her voice a dark whisper. "If you're really a slut, you'll make me cum."

"Yes ma'am." I grabbed her cheeks and pulled her closer. Starting out I gently kissed around her sex, moving onto her outer lips, then the licking the inner lips, just barely grazing her clit at the crest of my licks.

A moan of pleasure escaped her as she felt my tongue on her, teasing her until she couldn't take it anymore. She gripped the back of my head, pulling me in tighter. "More," she breathed, her hips rocking slightly against his face. "Now lick my clit." Her thighs tightened around my head, trapping him in a vice of pleasure. "And don't you dare stop until I tell you," she warned, her voice a low growl of desire. She began to grind against my face, her body moving in a slow, sensual rhythm as she neared climax. The smell of her arousal filled the room, mingling with the faint scent of the leather book on the table.

I gave her clit just a little suck to get it more engorged, and then as I began to lick it, I brought one hand around to pull up above her beautiful mound, exposing more of her clit. My other hand shifted so that I had my thumb applying just the right amount of pressure against her asshole.

Evelyn's body bucked against my face, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. "Fuck," she hissed, her voice tight with pleasure. Her nails dug into my scalp as she ground against my palm, her body moving in sync with my tongue. "Yes, just like that," she panted, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. The walls of the library faded away, replaced by a haze of sensation as she lost herself in the moment, for the first time of the evening losing her control of the situation. "I'm cumming," she screamed. "Keep going, keep going." Her hips rolled in a frantic dance, bucking harshly against my face. It hit her hard, waves of uncontrollable muscle spasms with pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She was gasping as she came, her juices coating my face. She collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice weak with satisfaction. She took a deep breath, looked me deep in the eyes, and then slapped me hard across the face. "Now, get ready for your next lesson." She reached for the leather book, her eyes already scanning the pages for the next depraved adventure.

She felt unsteady as she stood up. Her thighs quivering with the aftershocks of pleasure, and she couldn't help but smirk at my persistent attentiveness. "You're learning," she said, She reached down and gently stroked my hair, her hand coming away sticky with her own essence. "But we're not done yet," she warned, her eyes flicking to the clock on the nightstand. "We're going to put on a little show," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. "One that will make the pages of this book seem tame in comparison." She turned to face him, her body glistening underneath the smoothness of the lingerie she must have had on all day. "But first," she said, a glint of amusement in her eyes, "I think it's time for your waxing appointment." She gestured to the chair in the corner of the room, where a wax kit was set up, the wax already warming. "Bend over," she instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument. "And let's get you ready for the audience."

She dipped a wooden spatula into the warm wax, the liquid gold glistening in the candlelight. "Now, spread your legs and bend over that chair," she said, pointing to the chair with a smirk. "I want a clean canvas for everyone to see." As she approached, the scent of the wax grew stronger, filling the room with a faintly sweet aroma that mingled with the scent of their recent encounter. She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. "And remember, the more you squirm, the longer this will take. Now bend over again."

I bent over the chair and braced myself.

"Good boy," she said with a giddiness. She pulled my thong down around my knees, and then placing her hand on my shoulder slowly eased the butt plug out. She gave my left cheek a quick playful squeeze and then, with a swift, smooth motion, she applied the wax to my skin, watching as it coated the fine hairs before she pressed down the strip of cloth. "How does that feel?" she asked, her voice a mix of amusement and genuine curiosity.

"Kind of nice"

"How about this?" she teased as she pulled the strip away with a quick jerk, revealing a patch of smooth, reddened skin.

"Oomphh, it's fine."

Dipping the spatula back into the wax. "Good we have a decent bit of work to do, so I'm glad it's fine." She continued her meticulous work, finishing up my cheeks, and having me spread them to do around my hole. The sound of the wax hitting my skin and the occasional hiss of pain or pleasure from me filling the room. She felt a sense of power, a rush she hadn't felt before "Remember," she said, her voice low and soothing despite the sting she was inflicting, "the more you can take, the more I'll give you later. Now turn around." I did as she commanded. "At least you're hard, that makes this easier. Pull your ball sack up and stretch it tight. "She painted on another strip of wax on the underside of my sack and ripped it off. Then she did the same on the top side of it. She slowly, teasingly, painted the wax on my shaft to get the hairs off of it as well, and up above it she decided to leave what can only be described as a landing strip. When she was done, she inspected me, her gaze lingering on my cock, which remained as hard as a rock despite the pain.

"Now you're almost ready." She stepped back, admiring her handiwork. My skin was a canvas of red stripes and smooth, bare flesh. "I'll just rub this lotion in to help the redness." And she pulled out a bottle of some sweet smelling lotion. She took her time rubbing it in. Teasing every one of my most sensitive sports. She slowly stroked the shaft with it. As the precum started to accumulate, she would scoop it up and mix it in with more of the lotion and continue to rub it in me. She smoothed and caressed my balls. Teased my cock, and played with my ass.

"Stand up," she ordered, her eyes flashing with excitement. "It's time to get dressed for our little performance." "You need to be dressed for the part, don't you?" She reached into the chest and pulled out a pair of white thigh-high stockings and a matching white lace garter belt. "Put these on," she ordered, her voice a silken command. "And make sure you do it right. We wouldn't want anything to fall out of place during the show." She watched with a predatory gaze as I fumbled with the unfamiliar garments.

"I haven't ever put on a garter belt before."

"Don't be such a bitch." She stepped closer, her breasts pressing against his back as she reached around to help him with the garter belt. Her fingers were deft, sliding the straps into place with ease. "Let me show you," she murmured, her breath tickling his neck as she worked. Her touch was feather-light, sending waves of pleasure through his body. "You'll get the hang of it," she assured him, her voice a gentle purr. "But for now, just follow my lead." She stepped back, admiring her handiwork. "Now, the stockings," she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "They're a bit tricky, but I have faith in you." She handed them to him with a smirk, watching as he rolled them up his legs, the fabric clinging to his freshly waxed skin. "Perfect," she said with a nod of approval. "Now, we just need the final touch." She reached into the chest again and pulled out a pair of high-heeled shoes. "These will do nicely," she said, placing them before him. "Now, get dressed and come see what I have planned for our grand finale." Her eyes were dark with anticipation, her voice a siren's call that he couldn't resist.

"Ok"

Evelyn watched as I slipped into the high heels, She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, watching me transformed before her eyes. "You're a natural," she said, her mockingly sweet. "Now, come with me." She led me to the library's reading room, the dark mahogany shelves towering over us like silent sentinels. The room was empty, the last of the patrons having left hours ago. There was a stage, a velvet-covered platform with a spotlight shining down from above. "Tonight," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "you're going to be the star of the show." She handed me a pair of handcuffs. "Cuff yourself over the platform," she instructed, pointing to a chair in the center of the stage. "And don't move until I say so." Her tone was firm, leaving no room for argument. As I did as he was told, she stepped back, admiring the sight of me, bound and vulnerable, my cock rigid and glistening from the lotion she had rubbed on me earlier. "Now," she whispered, "let's give them a performance they'll never forget." She strutted over to the podium, her hips moving with a seductive rhythm that seemed to echo through the room.

"But no one is here"

"Patience," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Our audience is just arriving." She reached into the chest and pulled out a small, battery-operated device, holding it up to the light. "This," she said, her voice a low purr, "is a remote-controlled vibrator. It's going to be our little secret." She leaned in and whispered into my ear, her breath hot against his skin. "Every time I say the word 'library,' it will start to vibrate, and you will not make a sound. Do you understand?" She waited for me to nod before she stepped away, her eyes never leaving mine. "Good boy." Grabbed a bottle of lube, coated the vibrator, and then while maintaining eye contact, forced it into my ass.

"Now, let's get ready to perform." She turned to the empty room, her voice growing louder and more theatrical. "Once upon a time," she began"in a library much like this one..." She spun the story of a shy librarian and a curious patron, their forbidden desires leading them down a dark and twisted path. As she spoke, she touched herself, her fingers gliding over her slick folds, her voice growing more and more heated. "And in the quiet of the night," she said, her voice a siren's call, "they gave in to their urges, right here, in the very heart of the library."