The Librarian
Copyright© 2026 by DangerMouse
Chapter 17: Nice Bust
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 17: Nice Bust - 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
Aside from beginning with my new apprentice (perhaps some details of her training will follow in a later chapter, if you ask real nice), my life had settled into a new level of normal. I won’t try to tell you it was some sort of non-stop sex fest at my house with everybody having 5 or 6 orgasms per night and falling asleep in a pile of sweaty, sated bodies. That only happened about once a month or so.
Overall, I guess my average day wasn’t much different from any other schlub that had a lovely, loving wife and an oversexed and devious young vixen living in his house. Who also helped run the sex web site of the blond bombshell next-door neighbor, and worked for the Library as a sort of male prostitute.
Since I mentioned April, it’s only fair to warn you that her flat tummy was starting to swell nicely. She has started eating like a little horse, and is as horny as a three peckered owl. We do what we can to try to satisfy her appetites (sly grin).
Anyway, I have really gotten used to the idea of my new job, and have really begun to throw myself into my work. As it turns out, it wasn’t one patron after another, day in and day out, thankfully. It was an average of about two or three per week to start, and has gradually increased to about 5 or so.
One fine sunny morning, I opened the door to an absolute knockout. She was about 5’ 4” with a wonderfully tight, athletic build. Her curly, light brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail that cascaded down the back of her neck. She had a fairly nice tan, from what I could see, but it didn’t look like it was something that she actually worked at maintaining.
She had large brown eyes that raked over me before she offered her hand.
“Hi, I’m Angie. I had an appointment at 10:00.”
“Sure, come on in.” I answered as I took her hand.
The skin of her hand was fairly soft, but you could tell that she wasn’t a stranger to some sort of physical activity. Her grip was strong and confident.
With my new wealth of experience in the service industry, I usually started off a session with a new patron with some small talk to ease their nerves a little bit.
“So how are you doing this fine day?” I started.
“I didn’t come here to talk.” she interrupted as she stepped toe to toe with me.
Gulp. Her nerves appeared to be in order.
“Well then, we could just get started then.”
She lifted her arms to my shoulders. I put my hands on her waist as she pulled me to her for a deep, wet kiss. It nearly took my breath away. Shameful really as I was supposed to be the professional here.
I wrapped my arms fully around her and pulled her against me as the kissed continued. I slid my hands down and cupped the round curves of her ass. I was shocked at how muscular she was. It wasn’t like I was hugging a man or anything. The breasts that were pressing with increasing vigor into my chest dispelled any notion like that, but it was unlike anything I had felt before.
I slid my right hand down a little and lifted her leg up my side a bit. She wrapped it around my hip as I slid my hand down her firm thigh. A soft gasp escaped her lips as my hand reached her knee and she rotated her hips to bring her pussy in contact with my rapidly hardening cock.
I released her leg and we broke the kiss so that I could begin unbuttoning her shirt. My lips immediately missed the contact, but I was getting increasingly eager to start to unwrap her.
She was wearing a fairly plain white short sleeved oxford. As I unfastened each button, I kissed the newly exposed skin. Within three buttons, I was buried fairly deep into her cleavage. Two more buttons, I had traversed most of her flat stomach and reached her navel. If I looked up, I could see the two lacy cups that held her firm breasts. Two more buttons allowed the shirt to open completely and I was on my knees at the waistband of her navy pants.
I looked up to her eyes for an indication to continue. She nodded, almost imperceptibly.
I unfastened her pants and they slid easily down her tight tan thighs. Her trim panties matched her bra and they both complimented the tan satin of her skin. She had kicked off her shoes and stood before me in only her undergarments.
I quickly removed my shirt to better feel the heat of her soft skin against me as she fell into my arms again. Her leg resumed its position on my hip and I could feel the heat of her pussy as she slowly ground it against my cock.
I unfastened her bra and she arched her back so I could remove it from between our chests. I could immediately feel the hard points of her nipples pressing into my chest. Each time she shifted, her nipples would scrape against the brown curls on my own chest, and she would whimper in pleasure. She shifted a lot.
I released her again and dropped to my knees again.
I pressed my face into the heat of the junction between her legs, and she parted them slightly to allow me better access.
I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties just as I heard a voice in my head.
“Hold your position.”
I froze. “What’s the matter?” she asked, almost breathlessly.
“I think your panties are talking to me.” I answered.