"Shhh, no talking in the City of Montreal library," Head Librarian Marguerite Belanger said with a stern smile, adjusting her horn-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, and she pursed her lips for effect. Working for the Montreal Library System for the past twenty five years, the six-foot-tall, curvy, brown-haired and alabaster-skinned, fifty-something librarian was apparently used to being obeyed. And heaven help the person foolish enough to make noise at the Montreal library on her watch...
"Duly noted, ma'am," Mathieu Guillaume said, smiling as he rubbed his long, hard dick against Marguerite's lips. Winking at him, marguerite knelt before the tall, well-built young Haitian stud who sat on the recliner in the backroom of the library basement. Mathieu sighed happily as Marguerite began sucking his dick with gusto. Hot damn, if he'd known the Head Librarian gave such good head, Mathieu would have hollered at her a long time ago...
For weeks now, Mathieu Guillaume had been volunteering at the Montreal Library System. Theresa, the elderly Hispanic volunteer coordinator sent him to this isolated branch in a rather boring part of town, and he lamented the fact that he was far away from the downtown core, which he was so fond of because of all the entertainment centers. Movie theaters. Shopping malls. Bars. Downtown Montreal was crawling with them. Mathieu was stuck working in the east end of Montreal, where nothing ever happened.
"What a boring post," Mathieu said to himself as he walked into the library, and the young Haitian remembered feeling uneasy when he met the Head Librarian. Marguerite Belanger, whom he initially dismissed as yet another one of those old white ladies who had a problem with brothers. So many of them out there. Indeed, Marguerite had a smart mouth, and she was bossy and acted like she owned the library...
"You're not what I expected," Mathieu once told Marguerite, when they ran into each other at a cocktail lounge after work one evening. Mathieu, who'd gone to Marguerite's office earlier, had been stunned to see pictures of her next to a middle-aged black man and two mixed-race young women in their early twenties. Smiling, Marguerite looked him up and down, and shrugged.
"This is my late husband George, he's from Haiti, and these are our daughters, Emilie and Nicole," Marguerite said proudly, and Mathieu nodded and smiled, beyond shocked at this point. To really shine him on, Marguerite insisted on addressing Mathieu in Haitian Creole from that day forward. Mathieu was amazed at how much Marguerite knew about the history of the island of Haiti, and her obvious fondness for its culture and people. He'd gotten her all wrong...
"Good lad," Marguerite paused to say, her sharp voice snatching Mathieu out of his trip down memory lane. Marguerite then she gently licked the head of Mathieu's long, dark dick, while tugging on his balls. Marguerite stopped sucking Mathieu's dick for a moment and sniffed his balls, inhaling their murky, deeply masculine scent. Nothing like a Haitian man, Marguerite thought naughtily as she resumed sucking Mathieu's dick with gusto...
The City of Montreal Library System attracted its fair share of volunteers, and none of them attracted Marguerite like Mathieu, the tall, burly Haitian student with the cocky grin and fearless demeanor. A recent graduate of the business program at the University of Montreal, Mathieu was desperately looking for employment and thought some volunteer hours might look better on his resume. Well, if Mathieu wanted Marguerite to sign off on his volunteer hours, the Haitian stud was going to have to earn his keep...
