The Librarian's Vibrator

Author's Note: This little story of mine was written mid last year as a gift to a friend. I've since edited and expanded it for wider publication (notably, the original version was only nineteen hundred words long and written in the second person). I hope all of you enjoy it! She certainly did ;)

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I'm supposed to be working right now.

I'm supposed to be--but I'm not. Not really.

Instead I'm fidgeting at my desk, all because of a pink bullet vibrator making a mess of my pussy.

I'm doing a good job of hiding it, more or less. As the only librarian available today, I handle my tasks dutifully enough, cataloging new arrivals, filling out paperwork, answering emails, and helping patrons find their latest book to read, all from the safety of my desk. Nobody can tell I'm perpetually on the verge of orgasm, although they also can't help but wonder why a sheen of sweat is on my face even in the air conditioned chill. Five minutes ago someone asked me if I ran a marathon before coming into work, and I just laughed. No, I said. I am just... a little distracted.

The library is so quiet. My heart is pounding so fast. My boyfriend, Marcus, is supposed to come in and fuck me today. Where is he?

The vibrator is buzzing again, one setting higher than it was before. I draw in a deep, long breath, then exhale as if the air is steam, relieving the pressure building inside me somewhat. It's torture, what he's been doing to me. One moment the vibrator is on, teasing my pussy for what feels like an eternity--then the next moment it's suddenly off as if he never turned it on at all. There's no pattern to it, as far as I can tell. Marcus may as well have the app set up to activate it at random. Knowing him, I wouldn't put it past him.

It would be easy to manage if it were only that. But no. Each time, the buzzing gets a little stronger, and a lot more difficult to ignore. At the start of the work day I could at least pretend to be professional sitting here at my desk, in my knee-length pencil skirt, fishnet stockings, and conservative white blouse. But now? My pussy is fucking throbbing. My panties are absolutely soaked, and my entire attention is devoted to keeping my hands at my sides. Working productively now is out of the question. All I can do is think about touching myself. I know I can't touch myself, especially not here. I know I can't... but I want to, I need to, so fucking badly.

God, it's been so long since I've cum, hasn't it? Days. Weeks, even. At this point I've lost track. My boyfriend, he really likes orgasm denial. And he especially likes denying me.

It's been so long but every time I ask him, he just keeps saying no.

Marcus said earlier, before I left for work, that he'll give me permission to cum once he's pumped his cum deep inside me. Right here. In the library. Somewhere in the middle of the bookstacks--with the ever present possibility of being seen. I thought he was absolutely insane to even suggest the idea. How could we possibly fuck here of all places and not get caught? But he was insistent as always that he could find a way to make it work--and safely. He didn't give me any details before he gave me a kiss goodbye this morning. He just said to trust him.

Doesn't exactly inspire confidence, now does he?

The vibrator is back on again. It must be on its max setting by now. It's so loud between my legs that I wonder for a small moment if the whole wide world can hear it. It's unbearable. Underneath my desk, right where I'm confident nobody can see, my hand motions for my panties--but at the last possible second I pull it away. No, I can't touch myself. I'm not allowed to cum. Good girls don't get to cum. Good girls--

"Fuck."

The moan rushes past my lips so easily. Realizing what I've done, I bite my lip and throw my hand over my mouth, hoping to stop any other sound from alerting the patrons perusing the bookstacks. In a quiet place like this, even the tiniest sound can ring out like a gunshot. I wait a second, waiting for the inevitable, but thankfully nobody hears it. The coast is clear. Marcus hasn't gotten me into trouble just yet. But I know that if this vibrator stays inside me any longer, my next moan might be so loud it could shatter glass.

I need to find him. He needs to fuck me. Now.

I rummage inside my purse for my phone and quickly flick on the screen. Where are you? I text Marcus. I'm getting impatient now, to say the least of it. I clock out in an hour. You can't torture me with this thing forever.

Minutes pass and I don't get a text back, but I know he must've seen it when the vibrator buzzes again. I gasp--and just barely stifle another moan when I seal my mouth closed with my palm. Every part of me wants to rip my clothes off and fingerfuck myself to finally release all of the built-up pleasure burning like a furnace inside of me. I want to cum so fucking badly now that nothing else in the world matters more, especially not this job.

My nipples are poking through my blouse as hard as glass. My skin is goosebumped all over. My thighs are shaking and deep down I feel like I might explode, my accelerating heartbeat like a ticking time bomb. I can't think about work at this point: I'm constantly daydreaming about Marcus's cock pushing deep inside me, the two of us back home in bed in a passionate embrace as his hot cum fills my pussy. I imagine his little kisses all over my bare shoulders. I fantasize about his hot breath rushing down my neck. Each imagined touch from him feels like it may send me into a frenzy and I want nothing more than for him to fuck me over this desk, now. Fucking now. Not later--now.

I reach the edge. I can't take it anymore. Any more of this vibrator and I'll cum no matter how hard I try and fight back against it. A desperate gasp leaves my lips that should attract attention from everyone around, but thankfully the library is empty today, the only signs of life coming from the computer lab on the opposite end of the building, well out of eyeshot. The vibrator stops buzzing again, and seconds pass. Just barely, I'm able to stop myself from cumming as I slow my breathing. Good girl, I fantasize Marcus whispering. I hope he's happy with himself.

The vibrator doesn't come back on any time soon, granting me a small moment to think and an even smaller moment to get back to work. Before I can make progress on either, though, my smartphone pings so suddenly in my purse I nearly jump out of my seat. Wiping the nervous sweat off my face, I grab my phone and turn on the screen, my heart thumping. Marcus's text is just one word: aisle.

My first thought is to ask which one. The library isn't big by any means, but there's still several rows of bookstacks here. Where does he expect me to go? If Marcus is here, then he could be in any one of them. God knows I've been so flustered and distracted this entire time that he could've waltzed in through the door whenever he pleased.

I stand up on weak, wobbly knees and straighten my skirt as I leave the protection of my desk. I'm almost concerned to move knowing the vibrator may start buzzing again, but as the clock ticks on the wall, I feel confident Marcus has the vibrator turned off for good. Acting as professionally as I can muster, I enter one of the aisles and pretend to be busy, checking for misplaced books or other oddities that need fixing. A wad of gum infuriatingly glued to a hardcover sticks out to me. Perfect. A welcome excuse for my being here.

My heart is still racing. God, I need to be fucked so badly. My mind wanders helplessly to one dirty thought after another. I need Marcus to pump his cum inside me. I need him to kiss me like I need his lips to live. I want him, crave him, need him--words just no longer describe the intense, insatiable desire I feel.

I need to cum. That's the simple truth of the matter. Back at my desk, it would've been too risky to touch myself, but here, in the bookstacks, maybe... As long as no-one is looking, I can sneak a hand in my panties and--

I'm pulled from behind, and before I realize it a hand gropes my breast. A bulge presses up against my ass, fitting between my ass cheeks, as a familiar growl tickles my shoulder and breathes down my neck. If my heart wasn't pounding like a drum before, it is now. I turn only to be instantly met with Marcus's lips. The kiss is wonderful, electrifying, heavenly. But... we're not exactly in private. Sure, we're in the bookstacks, which is definitely better than being right out in the open... but we're also in a row where the front doors of the library are directly visible from where we stand. If anyone walks into the library, they'd see both of us. We'd be caught instantly.

My jaw drops as I glance into Marcus's eyes, filled with intent. There's no way we can fuck here. There's no way we can even kiss here, it's so risky. He has to be absolutely--

He pulls my panties down, pins me against a bookcase, takes out the vibrator and stuffs it in his pocket, and slips his cock deep inside my drooling pussy before I can argue. A gasp sounds up and down the hall as he places his hand over my mouth to seal it shut. His other arm wraps around my waist and lifts me up, spreading my legs for him, providing a better angle for him to fuck me. Because that's exactly his plan. Marcus is really going to fuck me here. Here, of all places.

A moan escapes past his fingers, obedient. Honestly, he has me so pent up I'd let him do anything, I'm that horny.

"Good girl," he says softly as he slowly thrusts his cock in and out of my sex, gradually picking up speed as I melt in his arm. "Stay quiet. Nobody will catch us. You're safe."

Clearly he's put a lot more thought into this than I give him credit for. His hand releases from my mouth long enough for me to mutter, "Okay." Then I bring it back. We've only dated for a few months, so I'm not sure he knows just how loud I can really be. Better to be safe than sorry.

Smiling, he pushes my skirt up my waist, thrusting faster and faster until I need to prop my weight on the bookstack behind me to keep myself from falling. The base of his cock and my thighs clap together audibly in the still, quiet library, but it's not too loud. Not yet. But we've only just started.

His hand tears at my blouse, scooping my breasts out of my bra, exposing skin to the bright golden artificial lights above. With my breasts freed, he teases my nipples, playing with them between his fingers as his cock pushes deeper and deep deeper inside me, twitching, pulsing, throbbing.

I'm panting when Marcus moves close to my ear. "Carly," he whispers.

"Y-yeah?" I say weakly.

"Cum."

That one word is enough to send me over the edge. My orgasm hits me so fast that at first I think I'm about to faint. My legs become noodles incapable of holding my weight, but before I can fall Marcus holds onto me and keeps me close, continuing to fuck me until he's had an orgasm of his own. Somehow, I'm able to keep my voice down. Somehow, by some miracle, nobody hears, even though there has to be people all around us.

"Good girl," he whispers. "Good fucking girl."

I can't help but be smitten by his praise. "I just want to be good," I say.

"You are," he grunts. "You really fucking are. My turn now."

His turn? What does he think this all was if not his turn?

I figure out exactly what he means when he picks up the pace and rams his cock deep into my pussy, throwing all caution to the wind as he outright fucks me in the middle of the library. Subtly, if there was any to his plan to begin with, is gone now. He's even removed his hand from my mouth to grip my waist, enabling me to moan as much as I please--a bad, bad idea, one I correct immediately by biting down on my fist. Behind us the bookstacks shake, knocking hardcovers around, tossing one loose paperback to the floor. As far as I can tell nobody has walked into the library yet, but at this point, the last thing I'm worried about is people coming in--no, it's those who're already here.

Through a thin slit between two books on the opposite shelf, I spot someone perusing the library two aisles over, an older gentlemen with a white beard, probably in his late sixties. Even with the awkward viewing angle, I can tell he's carrying with him a stack of novels in his hands. He doesn't notice us, as far as I can tell, but that may change. Fast. It's impossible to keep an eye on him and on the front entrance at the same time. Hopefully Marcus is paying attention himself... but knowing him? He may not even care. He'd be perfectly happy if we were caught fucking, the horndog that he is.

"Let's hurry up," I try to say, "I think--"

"I'm going to fuck you for as long as I want."

I blink--then gasp as his cock pulses inside me. From his ragged breathing, I can tell he's on the verge of orgasm. I imagine his cum dripping out of my pussy--and suddenly all caution gets thrown out of the window. I no longer care about getting caught. "Fuck me," I beg, hoping to tease him just as much as he teased me today. I don't bother to moderate my voice. "Fuck me. Cum inside me. Do whatever you want. Just fuck me--please!"

Marcus grunts, gasps, exhales breath like fire against my shoulder as he loses control. He's going to cum. He holds me closer and tilts my up head so I can meet his lips. Our kiss is like lightning between each other's tongues. Time slows down to a standstill. The world around us grows quiet.

My boyfriend can barely stand. "Fuck..."

Hot ropes of cum shoot into me, dripping down my thigh as Marcus lays his head against my chest and breathes heavily. For a moment, one long, dangerous moment, we stay together in this embrace, holding each other close, if anything so that we don't topple over on the floor by letting go. Recuperated, we share another kiss before we fix our clothes. Really, that's all we can do now. I simply trust that nobody was paying any attention, that by a stroke of luck everyone present in the library just happens to be deaf.

"I can't believe you," I say with a smile as I put my breasts back in my bra and adjust my blouse. My hair is a mess and I smell like sex--but I look presentable for the most. Excusable. In any case, it's a good thing my work day ends in an hour.

I look both ways down the bookstacks and breathe a sigh of relief as I confirm, with my own eyes and ears, that we haven't attracted a crowd. Nobody saw us. Not even the gentleman, who I can only guess sat down somewhere in the library to read. Phew. "We are so lucky, Marcus..."

My boyfriend laughs. "I told you that we weren't going to get caught."

"You say a lot of things, mister," I say, poking his chest. "Your boyish confidence is not very convincing."

He pecks my cheek with a kiss and comes up to hug me, as if we really need more PDA to finish things off. "But it was a lot of fun though, wasn't it?"

"Fun?" I playfully roll my eyes. "Not for me! For me it was torture! For you it was fun!"

He grins proudly. "Oh, it wasn't that bad. Admit it. You like being teased."

Cocky. He's just so, so cocky, isn't he?

As much as I want to pout, I smile back. "Maybe when we're not still standing in public I'll tell you more about how I felt about it. You're just lucky I clock out after this. I need a break after all of that."

Exhausted, I drag my feet to the employee bathroom to splash some water on my face and clean the cum off my thighs. It doesn't surprise me to see Marcus following. "Oh? Do you?" he asks as we enter the bathroom together. It doesn't escape me that, for the first time today, we're both in a more private space than the one we just fucked in. A space with thick walls where sound doesn't easily travel, and with a lockable door to boot. Ideas, ideas...

I turn to him and smile greedily as I grab onto his shirt. Great minds think alike: he's already locking the door. His boldness really is charming. As long as it doesn't get us caught one of these days.

"Hmm. Maybe a break can wait," I say as clothes fall in a pile on the floor. "Don't go easy on me this time, big boy..."

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Author's Note: Thank you for so much for reading my story! I sure hope you enjoyed it, because I certainly did writing it. If you would like to support my work, please do rate, favorite, and comment below, and make sure to check out my pen name, Ada Watson, where I've self-published over a hundred exhibitionist, public nudity, ENF, and CMNF/CFNF erotic short stories just like this one. Stay tuned for more!