It's a good thing the public library doesn't have cameras, I thought to myself as I greedily sucked on Steve Armand's dick in the basement. Groaning, the six-foot-tall, burly Haitian-born security guard raked his fingers through my short, spiky dark hair and urged me to continue. Of course he wants me to continue. What man in his right mind would try to stop a tall, curvaceous and sinfully sexy woman who's got her lips around his manhood?
In case you're wondering who this is, my name is Chandra Haddad, head of the collection department, and, um, I have a knack for getting into sticky situations. Still, my colleagues would be surprised to see me on my knees, blowing a nineteen-year-old black guy like there was no tomorrow. Why am I doing this? Simply because I can.
Like a lot of Arab women out there, I am fascinated by men of other races, especially virile men of African descent. Unlike most of them, I am not afraid to explore love and sex outside of my community. Ever since my divorce, I've distanced myself from the Lebanese Christian community of Toronto, of which my former husband Jonathan Hamid is a prominent member, and I've started exploring my sexuality once more. Having illicit sex with random men of my choosing is a wonderful thrill.
As I suck on Steve's dick with gusto, I get a wickedly naughty idea. I 'accidentally' slip one finger up his ass, and Steve gasps in surprise. I look up at him and the burly young black man smiles at me. Clearly he likes what I'm doing to him. Fuck yeah, he groans, and I stick my finger deeper into his ass. Clearly this dude likes this sort of thing. Almost makes me wish I had my strap-on dildo but it's hidden deep inside my erotica drawer in my townhouse in Mississauga, Ontario. I wasn't always a librarian. I spent over a decade working for the private sector after completing my business degree at a local university.