The Sexy Librarian Goes Free-Use
Kristen was in her favorite place at her college: the library.
It was quiet and full of books. She loved the smell of paper. She liked real books. It was why she had a journal and didn't write her stories on a computer. She liked feeling her pen writing each letter on the paper. The sound of the nib sliding across the page.
The school had just recently hired a new librarian. Ms. Waters was a beautiful woman who dressed like a frumpy old maid. She had the librarian classes and a youthful face, but she didn't have the rest of the sexy look.
It made Kristen think that it was a front.
Something she wore before the students but she really was wearing thigh-high stockings and no panties beneath, her pussy freshly shaved. She was ready to be fucked by one of the teachers. After all, Ms. Waters was a free-use librarian.
She believed in sharing books and her pussy.
The former part was true. She had pushed to get more students to come and check out books. She wanted to expand their minds. It was such a noble goal. Kristen was glad about that, but her mind was aflame with other ideas.
She had to get home, and the entire walk, she thought about how she would write her next story starring Ms. Waters. A wave of heat rushed through her. She was so eager for this wicked idea of hers. It was just perfect.
When she got home, she headed upstairs and rushed into her room. She sat down at her desk, pulled out her special journal, and penned another tale that would reshape someone's life. As she wrote, reality bent.
* * *
Ms. Waters
I smiled as Kristen left the library. She was a good girl. One of the few students who truly loved books.
I moved through the library, looking for any books that had to be put away. There were a few. I returned them to their proper places. I knew the Dewey decimal system by heart. After that was done, I went to shut down the computers the students could use.
One of them was on a porn website.
I couldn't believe it. There were big, naked boobs frozen on the screen with a guy behind her. According to the title, it was about a librarian, too. A librarian getting... getting... Doing that dirty thing in her library.
She desecrated something important. Sacred.
How had one of the students bypassed the porn filters? This wasn't supposed to be possible. I hissed in frustration and closed it.
Foul. Disgusting. Filthy stuff.
If I could figure out which student had done it, I would see them get in so much trouble. This was just so foul. I marched through the rest of the library, shaking my head in disgust. I wasn't a fan of sex in general. It was so messy.
I had never had an orgasm. No man had gotten me off. I once let a girl go down on me. It was the same. I would rather not mess with it. I had my books. Who needed that messy stuff? There was more to life than orgasms.
If the students could focus on their studies, they would get more out of life. The library had real knowledge. The collective wisdom of mankind. It was all here at their fingertips. They weren't getting it in class. It was all about making sure they could function, barely, as an adult.
The world was getting dumber. I read about how a group of current Oxford professors couldn't pass the entrance exam for an Oxford student from the early 1900s. What a sad indictment on what we were educating our students. No real history. No logic. No philosophy.
But there was this library.
They could find knowledge and truth. Discover it.
Instead, they watched porn. I had to talk to the teachers to see if we couldn't find ways to channel our horny students into a more productive use of their energy. They were still in their formative years, and this was how they wasted it.
Anger seethed in me.
* * *
Ms. Waters might dress prim and proper, but beneath that school marm look, she's a slut. She thinks it's more than books that should be borrowed from a library for free.
Her pussy should be, too.
Ms. Waters has a free-use pussy. She's one naughty and wanton librarian.
That's why she comes in early for the staff to fuck her. But first, she has to let them know all about the new her, and tomorrow morning is the perfect time to do that.
* * *
Ms. Waters
I had this idea to be more than just an average slut. I would be a free-use slut. Like that video I found on the computer yesterday that some clever student figured out how to watch. He deserved to get straight A's for figuring that out, the naughty boy.
I dressed how I usually did. In my "conservative" librarian wear. A silky blouse that I buttoned to the collar and hugged my big boobs. I wore a halter bra, one that didn't cover my nipples, so they poked against the material and teased everyone with how naughty I was. Nylons, of course, but thigh-highs. Something sensual and sexy beneath my skirt. My shaved pussy dripped wet with dew beneath my skirt. It fell just past my knees.
You would never know I was anything more than a prim and proper librarian.
I slipped on my glasses and headed out the door, so ready to be used by the staff of the school. My cunt just burned with the idea that any man could come up to me and demand to enjoy me. That was how things were supposed to be.
I arrived at the school twenty minutes later. I swept out of my car and headed to the door, my stride confident. Pussy cream ran down my thighs from my burning cunt. I wasn't usually this horny heading into work.
But today was special.
This was the day that I would be such a whore. I was so ready for all the naughty things to happen to me. I was so eager to be taken hard. I wondered who would be the first to pound me? My pussy burned as I strode through the halls.
My heels clicked. The students hadn't arrived yet, so there was no noise. Just the sound of my steps echoing around me. That was perfect. I loved it. My boobs bounced and jiggled, cradled in the lacy shelf of my halter bra.
I reached the teacher's lounge. Others were here. Mr. Douberry, Mr. Love, Coach Rodriguez, and Mr. Curtis had my eye. I hoped one of them would use me. I reached the counter and just bent over it, thrusting out my rump.
I logged onto the teacher's Slack chat and posted,
"Free-use librarian pussy in the teacher's lounge."
I didn't care who it was. I wanted them to check out my hot pussy. My cunt clenched as one of the men gasped. He rose. I glanced over to see Mr. Curtis. I gave him a friendly smile as he glanced at his phone and back at me.
I wiggled my rump in a suggestive way.
