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“I need you to focus on your body. Your clit,” her fingers flicked the sensitive nub your tiny clit eliciting a moan and a shudder. “Your pussy, your breasts. The way they feel, the way they respond to my touch.” Her voice was controlling, each word accompanied by a corresponding action as she teased and played with you.

The librarian's hand moved away from your clit and up to your right breast, pinching the naked nipple. You arched your back, the pressure building as she twisted it gently, rolling the sensitive bud between her thumb and forefinger. You could feel yourself growing wetter, the fabric of the chair sticking to your skin. She kissed your brow.

"Good girl," she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. "Now, I'm going to introduce you to something new." You felt her hand leave your breast and you heard the sound of something metallic. A moment later, a cool, smooth object brushed against your inner thigh. You shivered, unsure of what to expect. You heard a rustle then she swallowed.

The object moved higher, the cold metal grazing your shaved mound. You could feel your heart racing, your body reacting to the unfamiliar touch. The librarian chuckled, her hand guiding the object to your clit, which was now throbbing with anticipation. It was the cold tip of an ice cube, sending a shock through your system. You gasped as she circled it around your clit, the heat of your arousal making the ice melt and dribble down your thighs.

"You're doing so well," she crooned, her voice soothing despite the intensity of the sensations. "But you need to learn control. A woman's pleasure is in her own hands, and I'm going to show you how to make yourself cum." You felt her hand move away and heard the sound of the ice cube landing in a glass. Your body ached for the contact to return, but instead, she took your hand and placed it on your clit. "Use your fingers," she instructed, "Just like this. This is all that’s left of your cock pet…” her voice sounded deeper, more masculine. Had she taken a blue pill?!

Your hand felt alien, but you obeyed, your fingers tentatively exploring the folds of your new sex. The librarian's hand covered yours, guiding your movements. "Relax," she murmured, her grip firm. "You're in control now." You began to rub in earnest, the feeling of your own touch foreign yet undeniably erotic. She leaned in again, her breath hot against your neck as she whispered filthy encouragements. "That's it, just like that. Make yourself feel good." Her voice is definitely male now.

The tension grew, a coil in your stomach that was both unfamiliar and intoxicating. You moaned, your hips moving of their own accord. The sound of your own arousal filled the room, your juices slick against your fingertips. You were lost in sensation, the world outside the confines of the chair disappearing. You could feel your climax approaching, a crescendo of pleasure that was both terrifying and irresistible.

The librarian's hand left yours, and you heard the sound of the leather belt being unbuckled. You stiffened, unsure of what was to come next. The blindfold was suddenly removed, and you were met with the sight of your librarian lover, fully transformed into a man, his cock standing at attention, his eyes dark with desire. "It's time for your first lesson," he said, his voice low and gruff.

He stepped closer, his cock brushing against your cheek. You could feel the warmth radiating from it, the smell of his arousal intoxicating. "Open your mouth," he ordered, and you complied, the head of his cock pushing past your lips. You felt his hand on the back of your neck, guiding you as he began to fuck your mouth. It was a strange sensation, one you hadn't quite anticipated. The taste was salty, the feeling of his cock in your mouth alien and yet, somehow, right. You could feel your own arousal growing, your pussy clenching with need.