Confessions of a Librarian

Flipping through the first book that I grabbed, I found that its clear white pages were void of any contents - from a table of contents to even a bloody author!

It had me scratching the side of my head as to why I was unfortunate enough to pick a blank and empty book inside a library that made up hundreds or even thousands of books. Returning the anomaly from its place of origin, something had occurred, but I had not realized it until I heard voices.

Curiously I walked towards the possible source, however faint it was, and gradually did the voices grow louder while another sound accompanied it - one that I was familiar with, as it sounded like flesh smacking about, repeated in a rhythmic manner.

Around the corner did I finally find the source of all that racket: Two young adults, seemingly around the age of me, one lying down on the table, with the other one, a long haired blonde, riding him, bouncing on his cock while keeping one hand covering her mouth in a hilarious attempt to muffle herself.

"Why can't you get any quieter?" The lad whispered, and I have to admit it was a tad funny at how pathetic the two were at staying stealthy. Watching the scene from behind a bookshelf, the scene became much more arousing as the lass climbed down to the floor, with the lad getting up.

Bending over the table, it seemed like the lad was trying to keep her quiet on his own terms as he had his hands covering her mouth before direct his erect penis into her ass through his hips, before beginning an awkward routine of shagging, evidently hampered by his attempt at muffling.

However awkward, I looked down onto my own dress and found that my usual attire was replaced with a white blouse and a black skirt that only managed to conceal just below my ankles, along with some fishnet stockings. Having realized what the short length was for, I had a finger hook onto the apparel and lifted it up before letting the same hand massage my bare crotch.

My other wandered near my blouse and slithered towards the topmost buttons, undoing them until there was enough space for the parent hand to slip under my newly acquired lacey underwear. Preoccupying myself with the amateur act in the distance, the lass was turned around and lying on her back, legs raised above her head with the lad in-between.

Fully muffled, the lad was far more daring with his rhythm, almost rocking the table that they were using, and I could hear the wooden cries of the legs as it was being pushed around the hard wooden floors.

Suddenly the rhythmic pattern was lost and the lad pulled out of the lass, spewing strands of white cum onto her belly. Fascinatingly, the latter spat a ball out of her mouth before she sat upright and slapping the poor lad across the face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" She yelled. If I was a competent librarian, I would've investigated and reprimanded them, but I was all too entertained.

"What? What did I do wrong?"

"YOU. CAME. ON. ME! I have a white shirt! People are going to see the splatter of cum and they're going to ask what happened.'

"Do you think the chances of me becoming a dad was worth the risk? Like hell I'd cum in your snatch." And another slap from the lass.

"Well, now people are going to look at me weird! Augh! You should've told me beforehand, dumbass."

"Cumming on the floor seems like a waste."

"I meant cum down my throat. Dumbass..." The lass hopped off the table and grabbed the ball of what she spat, unfolding it to reveal that it was her knickers. Pulling her shirt down, she groaned in annoyance, all because of the cum marks on her shirt I imagine, "Lend me your jacket and let's get out of here."

As I witnessed them dressing up, lending jackets, and fixing penises to properly align with one of their pant legs, they exited from the opposite direction of me. As for me, I was finishing up and hurried with my cunt, spewing a puddle of douche on the floor that I can easily clean later on.

Standing up and still undressed, the two continued their chat.

"Look, meet me here again during lunch. The library restrooms have gloryholes in them." The voice of the lass said. By the sound of her voice, I was wondering if she wanted to be caught, "Stall three in the boys' room has a hole, I know because stall three in the girls' restroom has one..."

Knowing when and where they'll be meeting, I figured that I had all the information that I needed, I left them alone once they left the doors. Looking at a clock, I found that it was 4:30 PM, and if I am part of the faculty, I figured that I could excuse myself from staying here for the whole night.

Time passed and came the night. While staff wondered for how long did I intend to stay, I simply said that I'll be out when affairs were in order, and when I was the last one out, I had the lights to the entire room closed, doors locked, and managing to find a soft piece of furniture that I melted on.

Settling down for the night, the chair-like object swallowed me in its fabric, and with an entire day done, I simply allowed it to absorb me as I fell asleep.