Filling Her Holes in the Broom Closet

by Kathrin

Copyright© 2017 by Kathrin

Erotica Sex Story: Fucking the librarian with a broom until we get interrupted by the cleaning lady

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa   Mult   Consensual   Lesbian   Fiction   Rough   Orgy   Anal Sex   Fisting   Oral Sex   Water Sports   .

I’m not a terribly big reader, but I do enjoy a good book now and then. And so whenever I find the time, I’ll visit the local library after work, especially since I’ve found out that besides books they’ve actually got a decent CD and DVD collection. And so it was this one time recently when I was there, browsing through a few books, late as usual since I can never seem to get off early from work.

I had found a few CDs and was now going curiously through a row of self-help books about love and sexuality, just to see if I could find one that would speak to me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see someone standing next to me, but I ignored it, thinking it was just another visitor, when suddenly, the woman addressed me. “Excuse me,” she said, “we’re about to close...”

I turned and looked at her. She was about my height, with a decent, round face that was dominated by a huge pair of black-rimmed glasses. Her wavy black hair was cut very high and short towards the back, but got somewhat longer to the front of her head, framing her face down to her chin. She wore a lose blue sweater, so I couldn’t see much about her figure, except that she had the widest hips I had ever seen.

Her thighs were thick, and broad, and to make it even worse she had squeezed them into tight turquoise leggings. According to the tag she wore on her chest her name was Novella. I nodded at her. “I’m sorry,” I said, “this is the only time I can find to come here, and I must’ve gotten carried away. I’m just looking for something to stimulate my writing.”

“Oh, you’re an author?” she asked, her eyes suddenly lit up with curiosity. “Ah, author is a big word,” I replied, shrugging. “I mostly write lesbian porn.” I leaned against the bookcase, resting a hand on my hip, smiling at her as I was watching her expression. “Oh,” she said and then paused for a minute, not knowing what to say to that, but her eyes retained their curious look. “So, ah ... where could I find your ... works?” she asked finally.

I laughed. “On the internet,” I said. “Let me write down some of the sites you can find me on.” I reached for my handbag, trying to get a pen and something to write on out of it, which proved difficult with a hand full of CDs. Seeing my struggle, she came closer and held the disks for me. I scribbled a few URLs on an old shopping list (cucumbers and bananas, I remember those fondly) and when I handed it to her, I smiled and leaned in, whispering: “Or you can just find out right here.”

She grabbed the paper and looked at me surprised. “W-what do you mean?” she asked. I ran my hands slowly down her sides, tracing her figure through the bulky shape of the sweater until I reached her hips. One hand moved along her front, slowly towards her crotch until it rested there, pressing gently, but firmly against it. She froze, with paper and CDs in hand, unsure what to do. I took that opportunity and slid my fingers under the waistband of her thighs and let them crawl down between her legs.

I found her panties, and slid inside those too, feeling a small patch of short cut pubic hair and long stubble around it until I finally reached her wet, hot epicentre. Her outer labia were big and puffy, entirely covering her inner labia, so when I slipped my middle finger into her slit, I immediately felt wetness and soon hit her clit. She gasped, and backed into the bookshelf, looking at me wide-eyed and horny. I could feel her breath on my face as I looked into her eyes, my finger rubbing her clit fast and hard.

“Oh my god,” she said, looking around. “What if somebody sees us?” I smiled without stopping the treatment of her little wet cherry. “Well, then they know their librarian likes to get wanked off by a lezzie porn writer behind the bookshelves.” She gasped again. “Oh god,” she repeated herself, “come on, let’s go ... let’s go somewhere private. I’ve got an idea.” I pulled my hand back and she ushered me to a small, discrete door at the backside of the library, glancing left and right and almost walking on her toes as she went, while I sucked on my finger, acquiring her taste.

When she unlocked it and hurried me inside, I could see why she thought it was private. “A broom closet?” I asked, laughing as I looked around in the cramped space full of shelves, cardboard boxes and cleaning utensils. She blushed and stood by the door, almost ashamed. “Mmmh, very well then,” I said. “Undress.” Novella opened her mouth as if to say something, but then thought better of it. She carefully placed the disks on a shelf and then pulled her sweater over her head.

Underneath, she wore a plain, white bra which held some nice-sized, full breasts in place. They were larger than mine, maybe a C-cup, and the bra seemed to be a few sizes too small for them, squeezing them into a tight cleavage. “Go on,” I said, watching her. Hesitantly, she pushed down her tights. Her legs were just as I imagined them, thick and broad, with wide thighs and a nice, supersized ass. She had a definite, distinct pear-shaped body. “Well, go on,” I said as she stepped out of the pants, “do you want to make me wait?”

She paused, staring at me with a mixture of fear, curiosity and arousal, then slid down her panties. I found her choice interesting, as most women would open their bras first, but I enjoyed the sight of a pussy I had just felt a little earlier. Her pubes were black and short, and shaved into a little drop above her puffy labia. She must be a lazy shaver, as all around them, stubble had grown back in, giving her pelvis a dark hue and me a good idea how far her pubic hair would spread.

I walked up towards her, her eyes following my every move behind her glasses. When I got closer, my hands ran down her sides once more, while my body rubbed gently against hers. Her naked skin began to crawl under my fingertips and I slowly bent down, kissing her chest. Suddenly, with a quick movement, my hands came back up and pulled down her bra hard. Instantly, her tits fell out, released of their constraints, and dangled into my face. They were long, flat and saggy, and she must’ve been ashamed of them.

To her surprise, I began to suck her nipples immediately, trying to get as much of her milkbag into my mouth as I could. She shivered and closed her eyes, her nipple rubbing hard against the roof of my mouth. I knelt further down until I reluctantly had to let go of her fun, floppy tits and my attention turned towards her pussy once more. I reached between her legs and ran my hand along her slit, my face moving closer until I could smell her fragrance strongly. She smelled of soap and fabric softener, and underneath it all was the harsh smell of a woman that has just come off her menstrual cycle.

I licked, at first along her pubes, enjoying the feeling of her hair tickling my tongue as she relaxed and spread her legs slightly more. When I finally could get access, I held her thick labia open with both hands and sucked hard on her clit. She groaned and shook at the seemingly new and unknown feeling and instinctively leaned across me, holding onto a shelf as she steadied herself, spreading her legs as far as she could.

I licked and slurped at her juices, paying special attention to her small red cherry button, munching on it, biting it, clenching it between my teeth and pulling on it, harder and further than I should, maybe, but she seemed to enjoy a little pain with her pleasure. “Oh goddd,” she whispered breathlessly, “this is sooo good.” I munched on her clit a little more before I looked up at her. “You’ve got the greatest ass I’ve ever seen,” I said, slapping her butt just to confirm it. “Please tell me you like when it gets fucked.”

She blushed, staring down at me with her mouth open, but without an answer. “Yes,” she finally admitted quietly. “Mmmmmhhhh,” I moaned in relief and looked around. I had to fuck her, just to make her feel how it is to get used by me. My eyes fell on a mop and a broom in one corner, their handles a little too long for her but with the way she was standing, it might just work.

I reached for them, grabbing the mop in one hand while I licked deeper, further down, trying to reach as much of her fat ass with my tongue as possible. Soon, I discovered the musky, dirty, harsh taste of her anus and began to spit on it and cover it with saliva as good as I could, while my hands behind her brought the stick in position. She didn’t notice what was going on and only when the thick handle of the mop pressed at her fat asshole did she become aware of it.

“Ohmygod,” she said, quickly and repeatedly, her breath coming fast and shallow. I paid no attention and just tried to screw the long handle as far up her ass as I could. To my surprise, she pushed back against it, and as the mop became lodged onto the wall, she leaned back into it, taking it hard and deep up her asshole. “Mmmh, god,” she purred, “this is how I need to get fucked.”

“Good,” I replied, squatting underneath her as I leaned back and looked up at her. “Then piss on me.” She paused, still breathing heavily, looking down in puzzlement. Her tits were dangling saggy and long above my face, her eyes looked even bigger in surprise behind her glasses. “Are you serious?” she asked.

“Piss on me,” I repeated. “Let’s see what a dirty cunt you really are.” She nodded, and squatted a little until her puffy labia opened above me, showing a glimpse of her rosy wet cunt hole. The stick was still firmly and deep up her ass, and many times that makes it harder to pee at all, unless it presses on the right spot and the bladder is full enough. It took Novella a long time to overcome her embarrassment and relax enough to follow my orders, but finally, thin streams began to run down the sides of her legs, until a thin, warm, yellow stream hit me on my tits. That was when the door opened.

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