Opened

Opening the door with a slight *creak* , a tall, chubby figure peered back at you through the door, now slightly ajar.

The telltale pair of glasses and messy bun of black hair told you all you needed to know - the fat, crusty cock that you just choked on was Ms. Westlake's, the school librarian. She was a quiet, rather stern woman, known for her unforgiving library fees and caustic demeanor.

She pushed the door open, forcefully, and walked in, before shutting the door behind her and turning the lock with a ceremonious click. Towering over you, she sized you up and down with a still-incredulous look on her face.

"Doug? Quiet, innocent Doug? The Doug that's still yet to return the four books checked out from last year?" The last words came out in a huff, as Ms. Westlake tried to calm herself from the nirvana that she had reached while balls deep in your throat.

"H-Hi, Ms. Westlake" you managed to meekly eek a few words out of your extremely sore throat. The taste of the librarian still hung on your lips, and your face was caked with her sweat and precum, shining in the iridescent light of the gloryhole bathroom.

Ms. Westlake folded her arms and looked at you quizzically, furrowing her brow deeply. She was older, in her early fifties, at the least, and her discerning look sent a shiver up your spine as you finally realized that you were locked in a small, disgusting room with a woman who had nearly lost control of herself moments earlier.

Finally, Ms. Westlake unfolded her arms, extending them out into an invitation for a hug. You didn't have a chance to consider the offer, as her arms pulled you in close against her chest. Her wool cardigan stuck to the fluids caked on you as she buried your face in between her massive breasts, tightly wrapping you in her embrace. The smell of cinnamon and vanilla wafted into your nostrils, a welcome change from the acrid odor that assaulted your nose while she had her way with you.

"I... I can't believe you did that" She cooed. "You're a special one, Doug; you have a talent I haven't felt an immediate connection since... well, ever." She released you from the hug, before placing her hands on your cheeks. Staring at you longingly, she caressed them, gently, running her thumbs up and down your face. Her eyes danced with a slew of emotions, the forefront of which was the unrestrained lust that nearly broke her in the few salacious moments that you endured earlier.

She leaned down, before bringing her lips to yours for a deep kiss. Surprised by the speed and forwardness of the horny librarian, you quickly acquiesced to her; allowing her tongue to explore your mouth as a soft moan escaped her lips. The small concrete room, once cold and unforgiving, began to heat up as Ms. Westlake became more frenzied in her kissing. Your body tingled with anticipation; a lewd energy danced across your skin as the librarian continued to use you as a receptacle for her lust. She broke off the kiss suddenly, and returned to looking at you with the same carnality, this time, even more unrestrained.

She moved a hand from your cheek, wrapping her fingers around your wrist softly, before bringing them to the pencil skirt that had been hastily pulled back up. She moved your hand over her bulge, and guided your fingers over her massive, concealed length.

"Would you like to... continue our experience?" Ms. Westlake whispered in your ear, her words coated in velvety lewdness. Her disgusting cock throbbed as the words escaped her mouth; she was supercharged with lust, a domineering aura that assaulted every iota of your willpower. You felt meek in her hands, as the mixed smells of her perfume and hellacious odor reverberated against your cheeks with an undulating heat.

"I- I don't know, Ms." Your words were cut off by her moving her thumb into your mouth, exploring your insides like she had earlier, although in a much softer manner.

"I understand, sweetheart. But you don't. If you're still hesitant, I can promise I'll be gentle for as long as I can. I'm smitten; I don't want to miss the opportunity to make you mine. I think we can enjoy each other, and I have a whole load of things I would love to show you. How's about this, if you're interested in continuing... this exploration, come to the library after school, and I will make it... worth your while. But first, a parting gift."

Ms. Westlake took both of your wrists and yanked you down, roughly, onto your knees. Your face was eye level with her crotch, this time, with no concrete wall to act as a barrier against her wicked fantasy. The smell of sweat stung your nostrils once more; Ms. Westlake kept a hand on your shoulder as she pulled her skirt up, revealing a very strained pair of bright blue spandex underwear. She used her other hand to pull the underwear aside, letting her low-hanging balls unceremoniously plop free from their prison. The wrinkled, sweat caked orbs hung pendulously, nearly reaching her knees, as she took them in her hands and brought them up to your face.

The cold, concrete floor made your knees throb as you looked up at your expectant librarian, her cock ominously throbbing under the spandex. You opened your mouth to say something - anything - but your words were cut short as Ms. Westlake proceeded to drag her balls across your face. You felt her shudder; goosebumps prickled up on her thick, cellulite dimpled thighs as she looked down at you, cooing.

"God, y-you just felt so good, I can't contain myself, sweetheart." Her honeyed words were very quickly betrayed by her actions as she proceeded to lurch forward ever so slightly, running your lips across her bulge. Slowly, she began rocking her hips back and forth, using your lips as a hitching point for her cock. Her balls swung to-and-fro, lazily tracking her movements as they tapped against your neck. You could feel each vein in her thick cock pulsing against the sticky fabric as she silently enjoyed herself.

"Ms. Westlake, I really should be getting back to cla-" Your minute protests were cut short as she brought a finger up to your lips, using her other hand to deftly unfurl her massive cock. It angrily pointed towards your face, the foreskin sheathing the tip entirely as she began to stroke her length in front of you.

"Shhh. Don't you know that silence is a librarian's favorite thing?" She teased. "Just let this happen." Ms. Westlake's words came out in a hurried whisper, shuddering as she began to increase the pace of her stroking. "Goodness, I never knew you had a mouth on you like that. I should've followed up with you on those overdue books _long_ ago." The wet sounds of her stroking filled the cramped stall as she began to lose herself in the lust; her other finger began prodding against your lips as she desperately tried to gain entry into your mouth. The smell in the stall began to thicken in a musty, sweaty miasma of her fluids as you kneeled there like a deer in headlights, preparing yourself for what was to come.

Ms. Westlake's movements became more erratic - almost animalistic, as she placed her thick, uncircumsized meat on your face, placing her palm over the top of her cock and using your cheek as an anchor to continue her masturbation. The keys jangling from her hip chimed loudly as her breathing shortened and her cock throbbed.

"F-fuck, god it just feels so goo-" Her own praises were cut short as she withdrew from your face, pulling her foreskin back completely before mindlessly trying to stick her cockhead into your mouth. Ms. Westlake, known for her rather lengthy diatribes, was reduced to single syllable words as she fought desperately to enter you. "I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum" She whispered again, her voice breaking.

"Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease" Her pleas were anchored in enough lust to make a pornstar blush as her mind became doggedly focused on cumming in your mouth. A rather forceful thrust caught you off guard, causing her girthy cockhead to finally open your mouth, dragging across your tongue. The salty, acrid taste of precum flooded your mouth, causing you to wince, as her entry drove her over the edge. Her entire body shuddered as her cock swelled, her balls visibly throbbing. "_yesyesyesyesyesyesyespleaseohmygod_"

Thick, viscous cum began dribbling out of her cock, at first a few droplets, which then gave way to massive, rope-like spurts of cum as she held your head firmly in place. The sheer volume of her cum began to overload your small mouth, with the remainder of her cum that you couldn't swallow eventually dribbling out through your nose. Thrust after thrust, Ms. Westlake tried to claw her way deeper into your throat, almost hysterical that she could not directly deposit her cum into your stomach. "Pleaseswallowmepleasepleaseplease" Her words were rushed, fragmented by the sheer amount of pleasure that she was feeling. Her slender fingers gently held your cheeks, softly grabbing them and spreading them as she desperately tried to push deeper and extend her orgasm. Minutes seemed to pass, but Ms. Westlake continued her thrusting, the small wrinkles around her eyes creasing as she threw her head back in utter pleasure.

A burning sensation filled your throat as she finally withdrew her cock, leaving you feeling as if you'd been improperly intubated. Thick globules of cum drooped from your mouth and nose, a small bubble forming as you tried to remember how to breathe, while the chubby, disheveled librarian collected herself. You looked up at her with wide eyes - hers staring back at you through slightly fogged glasses. Ms. Westlake shudders once more, trying to regain her composure, as she adjusted her cardigan, before hoisting you up by your shoulders.

"D-Doug..." She trails off, "that was... incredible." Your face is caked with a lecherous mixture of your saliva and her cum, her face almost resplendent with your ministrations. "God, I haven't felt this way since..." She gazes at the door stall behind you, still cum-drunk and frazzled from her orgasm. Regaining her awareness, she haphazardly takes a roll of toilet paper from the dispenser, wiping your face clean. "Not that I want to waste this, but I figured it'd be nice to clean you up a bit." Ms. Westlake says, still slightly breathless.

"I'm going to be clear, here, Doug." Ah. There it is - her normal demeanor returned as she leaned down so that her face was millimeters away from yours. You could smell the coffee on her breath.

"I want you. I want you to be mine. If you're interested, meet me in my office in the library after school." She brought her hand up to your cheek once more, before kissing you on the forehead. Adjusting her skirt and concealing her now flaccid cock, she took one more glance at you before leaving the bathroom.

You stood there, letting the fluorescent light of the bathroom bask you in an almost clinical radiance, before scurrying to the toilet and spitting out the remainder of Ms. Westlake. Your ears burned as you retched from the acrid taste of her cum, before sitting down on the floor, your hands covering your face.