The Librarian
Copyright© 2026 by DangerMouse
Chapter 16: 867-5309
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 16: 867-5309 - The life and times of a male librarian who's attempts to be helpful (without any concern for personal reward) quickly spiral out of his control. This is an edited version of a story I posted about 20 years ago that has somehow disappeared from the site.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Workplace Cheating Sharing Incest Mother Father Daughter Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration First Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism Prostitution
Having to return to work takes on a whole new meaning when you are the Library male prostitute. Actually, as we were in the start-up phase of our little operation, I didn’t have anything to do on a daily basis yet. I did bring a laptop so that I could spend some time goofing around. I had quite a little niche carved out for myself. Usually, in the morning, I’d check my email then check StoriesOnline to see if any of my favorite authors had posted anything new. Then, I’d mess around with X-Plane (my flight simulator) or play solitaire or something. I’d usually squeeze in a nap in the afternoon, if I wasn’t too busy. Not the most exciting existence, but the salary was still pretty good.
My afternoon nap was progressing nicely when it was interrupted by a knock on the door. I hadn’t any appointments scheduled (Katelin and April couldn’t come (cum?) every day), so I wasn’t quite awake when I reached the door. Through the peephole, I could see the long dark hair and dark brown eyes of Jenny, one of the teenage pages that works at the Library. Her image was distorted by the wide viewing angle of the peephole lens, but I still got a pretty good view of the amount of her ample bosom that was being exposed by her scoop neck blouse.
As far as I knew, my new role at the Library wasn’t public knowledge, so I opened the door a crack and stuck my face out to greet my lovely young visitor. I didn’t want to give her a great view into the room so I didn’t have to explain why there was a fairly nicely appointed bedroom in the Library.
“Hi! What can I do for you?” I offered in a reasonably cheerful, but still groggy voice.
“I need to talk to you, if I can.”
“Sure, what do you need?”
“Well, it’s kind of private. Can I come in.” She asked.
“I’m not sure that the director would like me having the pages in my office, give me a second, and I’ll come out.”
“I’d rather come in. I don’t care that the bed isn’t made.” She said with a smirk.
Grrrrrrrr. Great. Another girl/woman (although looking at her body we’d certainly have to lean heavier on the woman side of that) that knows more about what’s going on than she probably should. With that particular cat out of the bag, I let her in. Jenny is was one of the newer pages. She’d started about two months before. Physically, she never failed to attract my attention when she was around. She had the lovely permanent tan and dark eyes of someone who had Latin American ancestry. She wasn’t tall, probably around 5’5”, and was probably a bit on the heavy side, but she carried it in all the right places. If April and Katelin were little sports cars, Jenny was a Cadillac. Not even a new one, one of the curvy ones they made in the fifties. Everywhere you looked was a pleasing curve just waiting for the touch of an experienced and appreciative hand. She had the body of a woman.
The trouble was, she knew it. She watched me as I watched her enter the room. I think she already knew where my eyes wanted to linger and presented herself in a ways that would best display those places.
“See anything you like.” She asked.
“You have no idea.” I answered.
“Oh, I bet I do.” She replied.
“You do, huh. Ok, tell me.” I said as I flopped onto the bed sitting up against the headboard. I wasn’t in much of a mood to move the conversation along, having had my nap interrupted.
“Ok. First you’d like me to do this.” She said as she whipped her blouse off over her head. My mood improved quite suddenly.
Her breasts were huge. They were barely being restrained by some sort of industrial strength bra. What it lacked in sexiness, it made up for by the fact that you knew what was being contained within. I’m not normally a person that puts too much of an emphasis on the size of a woman’s breasts, but these were a monument to what breasts could be.
I decided to play it close to the vest, for the time being. “Wow, you must have ESP. You figured out that a guy might want to see you without your shirt on. Let me call the National Enquirer. They will pay good money for proof of somebody with supernatural powers.” I said with no small amount of sarcasm, but in a good-natured way.
“I’m not through yet.” She giggled. At least she knew I wasn’t trying to be mean.
“Well then, by all means continue, and please accept my apologies for the interruption.” I said as I tipped a fake hat in her direction.
“Well, first of all, you want to see these.” She said, sliding her hands smoothly up her ribs to cup her breasts.
“Again, perfect score.” I said with a smile. My mood was improving right along.
She neared the bed and put her index finger to my lips. I took that to mean that my part wasn’t a speaking part. I could live with that.
She reached behind and unfastened the clasps on her bra. There must have been like six of them, or it had some sort of combination lock because it took a while. If I had to guess the combination, it would be about 38 - 26 - 36. To be exact would probably require at least two D’s as well.
When she got it disconnected and the security system disarmed, she let the bra slip down her arms. The laws of physics dictated that her breasts follow it, to a certain extent, but they were doing a remarkable job of defying its pull. They stood proud on her chest and looked like each of them would be at least a few handfuls of sweet teen breast. I found myself wishing I had more hands to test that theory.
The perfect tan of her skin continued down her breasts to the dark areola. They were large, but in proportion to the size of her breasts, they were a bit larger than a silver dollar. Her nipples were already at least partially erect and looked as if they were begging to be sucked.
“Then you’d like to take them in your hands.” She cupped both breasts and held them back in the position her bra had previously held them and pressed them together. Her nipples popped out from between her fingers. I whimpered in agreement. She smiled and continued.
“You’d probably like to take these into your mouth.” She said as she moved her hands so that her nipples were between her finger and thumb. She gently squeezed and rolled them in her fingers. As she did, a rosy glow started st spread across her face and neck. It was as if she were starting to smolder from within.
I nodded my agreement.
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