The Slutty Librarian Gets His Fill

Today was the day, seriously this time, where my life would change.

I'd already gotten dressed in a pair of fairly tight beige jeans and a sleeveless white tanktop covered by a totally cute green cardigan.

I left my apartment and walked to the grand library, knowing this time I already had the job which was a major boost to my self confidence.

As he said, Charles was by the front desk ready to train me for the job. "Hello Stewart. You look swell. Are you ready to get started?" I was a little confused when he went to the front doors of the library to lock up.

Was this standard training procedure? It's not like I knew.

I stood there with my hands clasped, shifting from one foot to the other.

Charles came back over to the counter and began explaining how things work up front. I nodded my head and tried to look as attentive as possible.

Charles gestured for me to follow him, he gave me a tour of the whole grand library. Starting off with more educational areas then the non-fiction and lastly the fiction sections.

Everything was so vast and spread out. My legs were starting to ache and my back felt stiff. But Charles, a man--frankly--quite older than me took it in stride. How good was his stamina?

And why was I thinking that?

Charles went on explaining some things as we went, even going as far as to explain customer service and that the customer is 'always right'. I never worked at one before (Obvi first job here) but this suddenly felt more like a grocery store.

I quickly moved on as we came back around in a circle. "That concludes the tour." Charles clapped his hands together, A broad smile on his handsome dimpled face.

No no I was not thinking of this man like that. Why would I be?

I shook the thought away but not before my eyes drifted down to the crotch of Charles pants. Lingering there for a moment too long. Tracing the outline of his package.

By the way the corners of his lips tilted up a smidge more and his eyes crinkled around the sides, I was dead sure he'd seen where my eyes went.

Thank the heavens he didn't comment on it, I'd just gotten this job and I was not trying to lose it before it ever began.

He politely demonstrated how to operate the book scanner and in what order to scan the books and library cards, his proximity a tadbit too close.

Like good gracious sir, Was it really necessary for your chest to be on my back and for us to be hip to hip while you explained this?

I kept my mouth shut until it was all over. Nodding repeatedly.

Charles finished up talking, gently patting my shoulder and then went to unlock the front doors.

The training went.... pretty well otherwise, a few moments aside but he also said he would be supervising to make sure I could handle this position.

How hard could it be right? I sat down at the library counter and began sorting through the returned books that needed to go back on the shelves later.

My first customer walked up, books in hand. It was a young girl with a bright smile on her face.

Followed by a older lady, her mother probably. "Hi." The mother said, trying to muster a smile but she looked tired.

Children I guess.

I checked out the books, on the computer, scanning them and smiling all the way to keep up customer service. "Thanks, have a nice day."

The mother quietly said 'Thank you, you too." And went about her business, leaving the library with her daughter in tow.

"Good job Stewart. You handled your first customer interaction well, there will be plenty more and there will be questions. If any are too hard to answer and you don't know. Come find me."

Wait what? Did not he say the whole day? What else could this man have to do?

What do grand library managers do all day?

I mean I thought I could do this alone but could I? After all I was just Stew, was just Stew enough? I watched the gentleman walk away with a deep sigh.

I turned back to my work and wiped down my counter. Sitting back down. This was gonna be a piece of cake. I told myself.

I should know, because I had quite the sizeable cake back there. Okay okay that was corny, I know.

The next few hours went by uneventfully, checking out books, checking in some books and taking them to the respective bookshelves.

Sooner than later Stewart's back began to ache from all the back and forth, sit and stand. He felt like he was jumping through hoops he'd never seen before. Were all jobs this time consuming?

Stewart's phone pinged, Josh, judging by the contact name obviously. I held my phone in my hand, glancing around. The library seemed pretty quiet right now so it wouldn't hurt to check the text right? Right.

I clicked on the text notif and found myself face to face with a spicy selfie of Josh stark naked looking like he just got out of the shower judging by how wet he was with a caption that read 'Wyd?'. I brought my heated face closer to the phone.

Literally kicking my feet and giggling right now as my eyes went lower and lower on the photo. "Excuse me sir? Hello?"

I felt my soul leave my body with the sudden vocal interruption. My hands flailing in the process as I watched my phone fall from my grasp. Landing on the floor. Thank goodness it landed under the counter and not on it.

Abruptly, I stood up, keeping my face down to try and hide my flushed red face. "Sorry I'm a little distracted, won't happen again I promise. How can I help-"

My eyes finally went up and I was met with a beautiful, well-built tower of a man with tanned skin, golden hair and golden brown eyes.

And they were on me. Me! My knees buckled.

I was sure my already red face got worse.

"Helloooo? Sir?" The tanned beauty waved his hand, snapped his fingers, trying to bring me back to reality..

Surprisingly, it worked and I shook out of it. Clearing my throat hastily. "Sorry sorry.. so sorry. How can I help you sir?" I tried to remind myself of Josh, and the spicy nude pic he just sent me.

I was not single and I didn't need every fine man I laid eyes on. I did not need every fine man. I do not need EVERY fine man. That was total slut behavior anyway. Yeah, I could do this.

The tanned beauty slid the books onto the library counter, eyeing me strangely. "I wanted to get these.." I didn't like his tone, he was talking to me like I was slow or something.

I nodded my head and scanned the books then he handed me his library card, brushing his fingers against mine seemingly unintentionally.

For a brief second, I met his gaze, his golden brown eyes lingered on mine while I grabbed the card and looked back down. Scanning it to finish the transaction.

"Um.. Have a nice day sir." I handed the tanned stranger back his library card. Sliding the books across the counter.

The tanned man nodded his head instead of saying anything and made his way to the exit doors.

I breathed a sigh of relief, dropping my shoulders. The tanned statuesque man looked back over his shoulder on his way out, those beautiful eyes were on me again. Me! Just one last time..

I shook my head right quick. No. Josh. I clenched my fists to steel myself and sat back down.

Wait Josh! I remembered the nude he sent me. I bent down to reach for my discarded phone. Turning the screen on and flipping back up.

It was still there, where else would it be? But he'd sent another text 'You there?'.

That reminded me, I never told him I got a job now, everything just happened so fast I hadn't had enough time to tell him.

I sent him a text back, pushing a lock of stray hair behind my ear. 'Srry Babes I was busy for a sec but LUV the pic ???? wish I could taste u rn frfr'. Sent.

Running my nail over my bottom teeth, I spun from side to side in my chair. Gosh I loved that man.

But lingering on him right now just made me want him more and this was not the time or the place. I could feel a semi erection beginning so I had to push these dirty thoughts aside.

For now. Just for now.

A few very quiet hours passed by me, rendering me completely bored at the counter.

Just in time to distract me, a customer. A lady returning books. I glanced up at the clock on the wall, wow it was getting pretty late. About 7 PM already. My shift only had about an hour left. The library was closing soon.

I said goodbye and told her to have a nice day as par for the course now.

Now, Charles had instructed me to start returning the returned books to their respective shelves in the last hour or so. Just before the shift ended and it was time to go.

Since the library was so big and grand or whatever, taking all these books back to where they belonged would take a while.

I sighed and stood back up, slipping my phone into my pants pocket, then coming from behind the library counter while dragging the first book cart behind me. This was the first time I left the counter in actual hours now.

I hadn't even peed the entire first shift.

After some much needed walking and stretching my legs out, I made it to the fantasy section.

Thankfully I'd been sorting the books by genre to make things easier on myself.

I began to hum to myself as I put the books back in the empty spaces and was mindful of series order.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, giving me pause, I glanced around this way and that. All clear. I got my phone and checked my messages.

Josh, of course it was Josh. He'd sent me another nude pic--No, a dick pic. His hand wrapped around his thick well endowed shaft with another caption 'Too busy to look at this?'.

I licked my dry lips, checking my surroundings again. Clear.

I didn't know what to text back. My hand slowly going down and slipping inside my pants and just past my underwear. Oh gosh what was I doing? Had I lost it all? I'd be doomed if someone caught me like this. Doomed.

I ever so gently stroked my cock up and down, biting my lower lip as I typed a response one handed. 'No not rlly ???? but it hrts not being able 2 do anything abt it where u r ????'.

I pulled my pants and undies down a bit, leaning against a near bookshelf, my pink bare behind partially on a lower shelf. I silently moaned, squeezing my eyes shut.

Fuck. I didn't even like masturbation but I felt so hot and bothered right now. I Imagined Josh jerking me off instead, his hands had always been good at it unlike mine.

I just felt like a floundering fool pumping my dick at work. On the first day at that!

It didn't take very long to get myself hard.

I had a patch of low cut pubes right above my solid 6 inches of firm dick in my grasp as I caressed my uncut shaft and squeezed my pink dick head until it leaked a bead of pre.

"Wow, quite the show you got going on down here. Mind if I watch?" My eyes abruptly shot open and I lost my balance, falling flat on my ass. Eliciting a hearty chuckle from the spectator.

Every last hair stood up on my body, this was soo embarrassing and awkward. I hurried to pull my pants up and straighten back up my hair. I was so fucking tired of saying sorry today but- "Oh my gosh I'm so fucking sorry."

But wait, What had the man said? It only registered in my mind now. And as I finally lifted my head up to look at the man, I was met with that same fine portrait of golden radiance from before.

My jaw dropped, like actually dropped, I felt weak in my knees again when I know I shouldn't have.

But what was he doing back here? Of all people?

"Name's Sam and I didn't really mind. Y'know, I kinda got a feeling of the type of guy you were when you were gawking at me earlier."

"Didn't expect to see it with my own eyes though." His eyes went down, no doubt catching sight of the risque image of Josh's dick on my lit up screen. I gulped. Feeling my own pumped up dick throb. And it wasn't just from the piss.

I was left speechless, shy and horny, not a good combination. "Er um.. Uh.. well..." The tanned beauty chuckled, running a hand through his golden locks of tousled hair. "Don't be shy now, It's just us." He said, coming closer, closer.

Too close for a taken guy's comfort. But I didn't resist when he told me to get on my knees. And I didn't resist as I watched him unzip his fly a mere inch away from my face.

His cock flopped out of his pants, slapping my lips and coming within a hairs breadth of my nose. The musky scent of his thick cut cock was soon all I could think of. "You want this? Don't cha?"

I nodded, licking my dry lips to wet them.

I was absolutely magnetized to his semi-hard cock, it was 8 inches even in this state, I spread my lips, feeling the fat mushroom head of his cock spreading my lips open more. More. More.

Until I leaned my head forward, gulping him farther into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, reveling in the salty taste of him.

Josh. This was not Josh. What was wrong with me?

I tried to hold onto the thought of him but as the tanned beauty thrust his hips forward, groaning quietly, causing his cock to hit the back of my throat in one fell swoop. I gagged.

And just like that Josh had left my mind wholly.

I lifted my hands and gripped onto the side of the man's hips to steady myself. Moving my head back and forth with renewed vigor. Slurping on his cock loudly, I didn't even fucking care if someone heard.

Gagging all the way until I could barely breathe in anything except the musky scent of his pubes but he tasted too good for me to slow down. I felt my dick throbbing between my thighs. Shit.

And I felt his cock throbbing in my hungry mouth, all up against my tongue. Pre cum now coating my tongue. "Fuck... You're good. Too good." He spoke through clenched teeth, his large manly hands gripping my hair.

When he came, I only got a smidge of what he tasted like as most of it slid down my throat like a hot thick milkshake. I pulled away before he fully finished cumming. His cock still leaking the substance.

What had I done?

The man still looked satisfied with me though. Despite the fact I was now zoning out and wiping at my mouth.

I'd just cheated on Josh. And for what? Because he was there and he had a cock? Not nearly a good enough reason. Was there ever?

I'm a slut. I've proved it over and over again. This was the third time I'd cheated on Josh in a only six month relationship! Six!

I got to my feet. Staying silent. "What's wrong? You looked pretty happy up until a moment ago." I turned his way, speechless again, but for different reasons this time.

The man had dropped his pants entirely and was butt naked. Hand still on his cock as he slowly stroked the pulsing member.

"Don't tell me you're done already..."

No. No. I wasn't. I'd already done the deed now, what could it hurt to take it all the way? I was already screwed. Figuratively and literally.

I followed suit and dropped my pants and undies too, I took off my cardigan just in case it might get in the way. My glasses hung low on my nose, I readjusted them slightly.

I was still hard as I pushed Josh out of my mind once again. And I was still hard as I bent over a lower more empty shelf and swayed my ass for a random man I didn't know. "Come and get it."

And boy oh boy, did he get it. Within seconds he had pounced on the chance. His large manly hands spreading my cheeks as he ground his heavy cock in between my large thighs. Brushing against the underside of my balls and dick.

My hand flying up to my wide open lips to prevent a heated moan.

"You ready for this cock? Then beg for it." The tanned beauty was so close to me now I could feel the hard muscular planes of his pecs against my back and the heat of his breath running down my neck.

"Beg? Really?" A part of me wanted to complain and protest. But I didn't feel like arguing with a stranger, A hung stranger at that.

"Urgh.. Fine.. fine." I couldn't deny the feeling of his cock squeezing between my thighs was doing wonders already. "Ple... Please fuck me. Fuck me good and fuck me hard, I can take anything. I need it, I need it now." I knew I sounded like a whiny bitch.

The tanned man seemed to take the begging pretty well. His large hands groping my hips and spreading them wider.

The head of his cock pressing up on my soft pink puckering hole, I had gained enough excited moisture there that I apparently didn't need any sort of lubrication. "Mmh... Yes." Yet it was still a tight fit.

I wanted his cock so badly I had begun to whimper. My gosh this was pitiful. A real low point. But I couldn't help it.

I was a cockslut. That's what we do.

My hungry asshole swallowed up the man's cock, firstly the tip, then the majority of his throbbing hard shaft. My insides squelched as he entered. My hips jerking back some to get the rest of him inside swiftly.

"Desperate for it huh?" This guy apparently known as Sam teased.

I moaned softly, my lips quivering as he swung his hips back, yanking his cock out of me then stuffing his cock all the way to the hilt. So deep I could feel his scratchy bush brushing against my cheeks. "Yes.. Yes.. I am."

Then he grabbed both sides of my waist and lifted me up some, my feet just barely off the floor but the position still rather intimate, He began gyrating his hips fast, his cock entering halfway and exiting just to do it all over again.

My glasses began to slide down my nose due to all the movement, I struggled to keep my panting low and simultaneously hold the glasses on my face. "Be-be careful!" Voice reduced to a mere hoarse squeak.

These were fairly expensive and a fall might just be the end of them.

Of course, why would this handsome stranger give a flying fuck? He just chuckled and dug his fingers into my waist, likely leaving bruises where his fingers were. Leaving evidence of my shameful misdeed. I bruised very easily.

I arched my back, leaning into the firm muscles of his bulky tanned body. I readjusted my glasses again for the hundredth time. Panting heavily, chest rising and falling so quickly.

I reached forward to hold onto a higher shelf, only enough to keep me balanced while I received this fast humping sesh.

The tanned man craned his neck forward, moving my hips into the palms of his rough manly hands so he could bang me even better at this angle. "I'm close. So damn close." His voice a rumbling growl in my sensitive ear.

"M-me too." I whined slightly, breaths coming out in short horny gasps. My dick swollen, my pert balls hung loose. I squeezed my eyes shut and braced for release. I hurriedly covered the tip of my dick as I came, the hot liquid running down and through my fingers. Hitting the carpet below.

Drip, Drop. Stream.

I began to realize this was not only cum but a mixture of piss too. How embarrassing.

I'd literally just pissed myself. From sex.

What I should have covered was my mouth as I let out the most god awful sound imaginable, a moan loud enough to wake the dead. My glasses shot off my face, landing who knows where.

I was so caught up in my own orgasm I barely realized I had been filled to the capacity with another guy's... well, y'know. Cum.

It left me feeling a little icky on the inside.

It'd been a while since I let any other guy cum inside of me BUT Josh, even when I cheated. I couldn't shake the feeling of shame and.. a weird sense of accomplishment. What was wrong with me?

The tanned stranger lowered me down to the floor, sliding his dick out of my ass with slippery ease. I wobbled a little after, feeling rather imbalanced.

Cum and pee ran down my thighs, heightening the queasy effect.

I needed to get out of here, and fast. "Ex... excuse me." I muttered, pulling my pants up in a hurry and throwing my cardigan over my shoulders. I ran my hands through my hair, trying to tame the mess.

The tanned stranger just nodded, grinning from ear to ear as he got dressed himself.

I didn't wait for him to finish before I bolted for the restrooms.

Gasping for air now that I was alone again. Entering a stall and doing my best to clean up the surface mess down below just so it wouldn't bother me through the last bit of my shift. My shift. Taking care to wipe up my limp messy dick.

I came back out the stall, gaping at my bare face. Fuck fuck fuck. My glasses!

I tried to straighten myself up but something just wasn't clicking. I looked like I just had sex in a library. Was that even a look?

My hands flew up to wipe my eyes and I splashed my face with water. Hoping a miracle would happen and it wouldn't be so obvious.

I took a deep breath and peeked out the restrooms, all clear. I snuck out the restroom and returned to the scene of the crime itself.

Apparently mimicking Thelma from Scooby Doo as I felt around blindly for my glasses. The swirly patterns on the carpet made my thin glasses hard to find.

Gosh I wish I wore the thick frames today.

It's not like I planned.. This. That reminded me! My phone. Josh. Fucking Josh.

Had a good man and then I go and do this shit.

Typical Stewart activity.

I pushed these negative thoughts aside again and finally found my phone.

I decided to look on the other bookshelf side for my glasses. Lo and behold I found them. Snapped in half like a twig.

I crouched down and started picking up the remains. "... Stewart? Is that you? I've been looking for you, where have you been?" I nearly jumped out of my skin as I heard a familiar masculine voice. I stood up a bit too fast and whirled around at the same speed.

I froze just as my lips opened to speak. I hadn't known what to say, eyes darting anywhere but Charles, the library manager, aka the dapper gentleman.

Also aka The-person-I-didn't-need-to-see-the-most-right-now. I couldn't lose this job!

"Um.. I was returning returned books to the shelves when I had to use the restroom and I uh.. dropped my glasses." I tucked a stray strand of hair behind my hair, something I often did when nervous.

Charles surveyed me, eyeing the bits of glass in the palm of my hand and the state of mild disarray I was in. I dumped the bits into my pants pocket for now. He looked suspicious of me, rightfully so.

No book cart was in sight. He slowly nodded. Eyeing me questionably.

"I left it in another aisle." I tried to quickly clarify what I thought he found strange which probably only made me look more guilty in the long run. "Uhm, I'll be going now."

I quickly spun on my heels and walked past Charles when I heard him mumble as we were shoulder-to-shoulder. "I know what you did Stewart." Stopping me dead in my tracks--How could he know? "S-sir?" My throat suddenly dry. My heart thumping wildly in my chest.

"I said, make sure to finish up quick Stewart. The library is already closed." I breathed a quiet sigh of relief, must've just been the guilt. Had to be. I nodded and kept walking, my shoulder brushing against his.

I could feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of my head until I turned the corner.

Relieved to be out of there, I returned to the aisle where it all went down and began shelving the books as quickly as possible. With the help of a tall bookshelf ladder. I made quick work of it then moved onto the next few carts until I finally finished up.

The grand library was deathly quiet. Not a peep, not even a pen drop. I guessed Charles was likely the only other person in the building...

Except maybe a janitor. I don't know if this place had a janitor. I would think someone kept it clean though, even the higher up books weren't dusty.

I returned the book ladder to it's rightful place when my phone began vibrating in my pocket. Josh. I felt a pang of guilt in my chest. Clicking the decline button.

I'd deal with... that later.

Right now I needed to get home. And think of how.

I mean.. the other two times I'd told Josh but what if this time I didn't? It was wrong of me to consider but I didn't want to lose Josh.

No matter how messed up this idea is.

I put my hands in my pants pockets. And headed for Charles office. I softly knocked on the door. "Charles? I'm getting ready to go, just wanted to let you know before I-" The door was open before I could finish my sentence. I lowered my fist.

Charles eyes went from head to toe, as if he saw through me entirely with his piercing mature eyes, I only realized now that his eyes were a light sea blue. Huh. "You've done well today, be safe Stewart. Have a good night for the rest of it."

I nodded and smiled, trying not to focus on the way he held his gaze on me for what felt like forever before my phone rung again in my pocket. I jumped a little then silenced it.

"Yeah, goodnight. Charles." I tried to add in his name like he said mine but damn mine felt a whole lot more awkward. I turned and began my long walk to the front doors. A weight lifting from my shoulders as I exited.

I can't believe this was just my first day.

Surely the other days would be nothing like this... Right?

I sighed softly, the walk home in the dark wasn't nearly as happy as the walk here in the early morning. Thankfully my apartment wasn't very far and I was back in a jiffy.

Going up the elevator and into my apartment. I was finally back in my comfort zone. My feet hurt.

Guess I've kinda been on them all day. Well except for when... Anyway. All day.

I took care to take a long cold shower as I cleaned myself off and put on a XXL old t-shirt. It used to be Josh's but I kinda borrowed it and never gave it back.

Flopping over my bed, I groaned into my pillow. Crazy to imagine how vastly different the reasons were since yesterday.

Josh. Why do I do this to him? I don't deserve him. He's been nothing but good to me and forgiven me times when even I would've kicked myself to the curb.

But I screw up, and do shit like this. Again.

I hugged the pillow to my chest. When I heard a knock on my front door. "Guess who came back early!" My stomach dropped, and flipped, then dropped again. I looked at the clock nearby, 10:02 PM.

I threw my pillow aside and jumped off the bed, running all the way to the front door.

I knew it was Josh. Fuck. I'm so fucked in all the wrong ways.

The door opened with a click and I was greeted by Josh, my 6'2 jock of a red haired boyfriend. He was plain gorgeous.. and often unfortunately for him, he was mine. And I was his.

He scooped me up in an enthusiastic hug, spinning my around as I clung to his neck, arms loosely draped around him. He found my lips for a brief but loving kiss. Placing me back down on solid ground. "Did you miss me babe?"

I did. Truly I did. It's just alot happened today. Things I'm ashamed of and I hesitated. His happiness faltered for a second. "Stew? You okay?"

Gosh was I tired of being asked if I'm alright or okay or having any reference to me being anything but okay. That wasn't his fault though, I couldn't take that out on him.

I quickly nodded, tears stinging my eyes and I hugged him again. "I'm great." I hiccupped. "Especially now that you're back. I couldn't be better."

His face brightened, green eyes lit up. Josh began to rapidly kiss me, lips and face. I giggled, as was per usual when he showed such puppy-like affection.

I didn't deserve this. I was the world's worst boyfriend.. Not the world's best.

Josh lifted me up and playfully put me over his shoulder, throwing off his shoes and kicking the door shut, I playfully protested and told him to put me down down but he only put me down after we got to my bed. Gently laying me out underneath him.

Josh just stared at me, stared into my eyes while caressing my face. "Wait wait you haven't told me why you're back early?"

He leaned down some, taking hold of me in an embrace and lying down. "Things went quicker than expected. You would've known that if you answered my calls. What's up with that by the way?"

Oh shit. I still hadn't told Josh about the job. Wow that worst boyfriend title seemed to be becoming more and more true.

"I was.. I was busy. Josh, I got a job."

Josh stared at me, wide eyed as if he didn't entirely believe me. Like he thought I might have been joking and was ready to laugh.

Me getting a job had been a common joke between us for a while. I even pranked him once.

But I didn't laugh. "Whaaat? Seriously Stew? That's great! When did you get the job? Where is it? What is it?"

He had a lot of questions, that was expected I guess. "I got it last night-" His brows furrowed, like he wanted to know why I'm just telling him now instead of before. "And well it's at the grand main library. Of course, as a librarian."

Josh nodded, trying to look happy for me. He knew I was lazy by nature but getting a job was something I'd been talking about for a while. "Everything went good right?"

I nodded. "Yep. Charles--The manager, said I did well today! I think this could be a long term thing. Once I get enough money maybe I'll even finally get a car." Josh chuckled, hugging me a little tighter. Hands mindlessly doodling around in my hair.

Even my hair had been violated.

I pushed that thought aside and sunk into the warm embrace. Drifting off to sleep while breathing in his familiar scent.

Felt like home.

But how do I not tell 'Home' what I've done?

Tomorrow was another day at work and now... Josh was close again.

Maybe a bit too close.

I closed my eyes and exhaled a deep breath.

Dozing off to Josh's faint snoring.

When all of the sudden my eyes shot open. A nagging question keeping me awake.

Did the library have... cameras?