The main lights were out and only the candles were flickering in that old library. Legend has it that the librarian seduces the last one in the library. You were studying in a quiet corner with and old leather-bound volume of Homer in Greek, its yellowing pages crackling with every turn. You hear a chair being pushed back, heels clacking on the wood-pannelled floor and a bolt lock, but you didnt pay much attention. The steps approached your location and out of the corner of your eye you see the most delicate, high-arched feet with a shiny black pedicure enclosed by a sexy pair of stiletto heels. A shiny silver anklet drew your eyes up to her toned and bare legs bordered by a pleated skirt and sexy hips. Her top was feminine and delcately ornamented, a hip chain revealing a slim and fit waist and perfect breasts. You raise your eyes fully and see her perfect smile and brilliant shining eyes looking at you. It was the librarian. Hey there handsome, whatcha reading there? I just wanted to let you know we are closing shortly...and it seems like youre the last one in the library. She gave a quick wink
Good evening madam I cannot begin the conversation without looking at her nail polish and her perfect feet arched in those incredible shoes I am sorry, time passes so fast when we are having fun *Of course I had fun looking all day long those feet and jerking off im
"Oh I'm sure it does!" she smiled, standing closer to you. Her perfect breasts just barely brushing against your shoulder as she leans in. "And what sort of fun were you having?" Her voice was melodic, with the slightest hint of a Spanish accent that sent shivers down your spine. Her hand reached out and trailed a finger across the page of Homer's Odyssey you had been studying before coming to rest on your cheek. "I'm guessing... big, strong men like yourself enjoy stories about heroes, don't they?" She winked, her lips curling into a teasing smile.
Her other hand slid up underneath her skirt, caressing the bare skin of her thigh as she slowly began to close the distance between you. "Perhaps," she continued in that sultry voice, "I could help you find some... more personal inspiration." With each word, she leaned in closer still until their breath mingled together and her breasts were pressed firmly against your shoulder.
Of course, madam librarian... I am always looking for inspiration in my life and the Odyssey was just a start of it... I wish I could take her hand and slide it under my shirt, caressing my muscular chest and my hardening cock through my pants I love staying in this library not only reading books but also enjoying the view this venue offers again I watch downwards to her feet and her black polish, my favourite I am sorry I had to use the toilet so much today…I went to the toilet to jerk off the image of her feet at least 6 times since this morning. My balls are almost empty, all the cum flushed down in toilet paper in the library’s restroom You give me a lot of personal inspiration, maybe too much of it! I stare again at those shoes, looking at every slightest movement of her toes
Her smile grew wider as she felt you gaze at her feet and the heels that propelled her towards you. "I'm glad to be of service," she purred, leaning in even closer so their bodies were almost touching. "And if I've been... too distracting," she whispered into your ear before nipping gently at the lobe with her teeth, "then perhaps you should reward me."
Her free hand slid further up under her skirt, brushing against the lace of her thong as she teased you. "You could give me a little taste... of what you've been reading about," she suggested, breath hot against your neck. "I hear the Odyssey has some rather passionate moments." With each word, her hips undulated against you, grinding her body against yours in a way that left no doubt as to what she wanted.
She leaned back slightly, looking up at you through her long eyelashes, waiting for your answer. Her hand drifted further north, caressing the bulge in your pants before cupping you through the fabric. "Or," she purred, gently stroking you, "I could show you how much of a hero I can be..."
My hands almost shaking with desire, I place them on her perfect waist and slowly pull her closer...Her thighs squeeze against me as she grinds harder, desperate for contact. Her hand encircles my cock through my pants and begins to stroke me in time with her hips. She tastes of the sweet wine I was reading about earlier when I began to taste it on her lips... Wow is this a dream? I was supposed to go home…I have a confession to make My cock magically seems to be able to return hard as my balls regain the ability of producing cum I went to jerk off every single time I went to the toilet…it is your pedicure’s fault, I cannot help but looking at your feet today
Her eyes widened slightly in surprise but lingered on your lips, considering what you'd said. As she continued to stroke you through your pants, her grip tightened and she moaned softly into your neck. "I see," she purred, a playful tone creeping into her voice. "And did you find my feet so distracting?" Her free hand slid upwards, running lightly over the skin of your chest before cupping one of your heavy, firm breasts. "Or was it something else about me?"
Her hips began to move faster now, her body rocking against yours in rhythm with her touch. With each stroke she took you deeper into fantasy, her sensual words and actions teasing the very edge of release from your cock. Her other hand slid lower down your stomach, dipping between your legs to circle your aching, hardened nipple. "Maybe..." she breathed, her voice low and sultry now "...it was this part of me that drew you in...?"
Her breath fanned across the tender skin of your neck as she let out a slow moan. It sounded more like a purr really, filling the space between them with desire and need. She moved her hand lower still, teasing your erection through the fabric of your pants, her fingers curling around the length of you before squeezing hard. "Or maybe," she whispered huskily, her lips brushing against your ear, "it was this..." Her other hand slipped further downwards until it cupped your balls, rolling them gently in her warm palm as she stroked and teased you expertly.
Her hips bucked wildly against yours now, her breath coming in short gasps as she neared the edge of release herself. With each
The words and touches from her body are driving me insane...Her hand cupping my balls is the best thing that happened to them today...I never thought they could feel this good with her soft and warm palm caressing them like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her other hand on my cock makes everything go even faster, my hips move with more force against hers. I cannot focus anymore, it's as if she bewitched me...Her feet arch further underneath her and I see the perfect outline of her toes as she turns her head toward my own, our lips just an inch apart. The way she whispers my name sends shivers down my spine..."Sarah"...I groan, finally admitting what I wanted to say all this time. And then there it is, the sweet sensation of me cumming, filling her hands with warm and sticky liquid...My hips thrust forward as far as they can go in the final moment and I feel a rush of pleasure spreading through my body, making me shiver uncontrollably. But I still don't let go, instead I hold on tightly to her perfect waist as if that would keep us connected forever...My vision becomes hazy, my breath ragged as the last few drops of cum spurt from my aching cock and into Sarah's waiting hands. When it finally subsides, she remains still for a moment before looking up at me with those smoldering eyes. "So," I says slowly, my voice thick with desire, "Now I have to throw away my pants, they are all dirty with my cum! It is definitely your feet fault for having me cum 7 times now! It is unbelievable…"
Her lips curved into a satisfied smile as she listened to your heartfelt confession. "I'm sure I had nothing to do with it," she purred, her voice husky and low. "It was all you." Leaning in closer still, their bodies pressed tightly together, she slid her hands up and cupped your face before brushing her lips against yours.
Her tongue teased the seam of your mouth, tracing a line along the roof of your mouth as she kissed you slowly and deeply. As they continued to kiss, her other hand drifted lower, finding its way under the hem of her skirt and up towards the lace of her thong. With practiced movements, she pushed it aside and slid two fingers into herself. "Oh god," she moaned against your lips, her hips bucking forward as she found purchase in you.
Her free hand slid up higher still, cupping one of your heavy breasts through the fabric of your shirt before rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. With every stroke of her fingers inside herself, a jolt went through both their bodies, heightening the intense desire coursing between them.
The haze of pleasure in his vision cleared slightly as he watched her arching her back against him, her lips parted in a moan of release. He couldn't help but feel the warmth spreading across his chest and stomach as her arousal grew more intense with each passing moment.
As she continued to stroke herself while pressed tightly against him, their kisses deepened, becoming more demanding. Her legs trembled and her cries of pleasure filled the library until it echoed through every nook and cranny. Finally, her body went tense and she cried out his name as she climaxed hard
Her name on my lips was as sweet as honey, and I savored it, even as she moaned and cried out beneath me. Her hands were possessive, needy, their touch like fire across my chest and stomach, searing me with desire that had only grown from what we'd shared. I feel her pussy juices all over my body, so I decide to take off all my clothes to let her dirty me without consequences for my clothes. “I think that there is no ending to the semen in my balls, as long as you show your feet to me, you have a guaranteed quantity of balls milk every day…I want to sniff those feet and recharge my cock and balls”
Her breath caught in her throat as you confessed your desire to her, the words leaving no doubt that she truly was Sarah's ultimate power and satisfaction. Her grip on his shoulders tightened almost painfully as he pulled away from their kiss and began to strip himself naked, revealing his hard, muscular body for her inspection.
Her eyes roamed over every inch of him, taking in the definition of his abs and pecs, the trail of dark curls leading down to his thick cock, still throbbing from its recent release. But it was his expression that told her everything; he was offering himself to her completely. And she wanted nothing more than to take what he so willingly gave.
As soon as you were naked before her, she pushed him back against the nearby bookshelf and climbed onto a low table. Her legs spread wide, revealing herself to him in all her glory. She leaned forward, offering her breasts and smooth stomach to his touch and kisses, moaning softly as he explored her body.
Her other hand slid down between her legs again, stroking and teasing her soaking wet folds as she watched him through hooded eyes. "Then come here," she breathed, gesturing for him to join her on the table. "Show me how much you want it."
His hard cock pressed against her thigh, the head leaking a bead of pre-cum that slipped down between her folds and made her moan with pleasure. She arched her back, offering herself further to him as she spread her legs wider still, desperate for his touch inside her. "Go on," she whispered huskily, "taste my feet...suck on them until you're ready for more."