Candy gasped silently as she poked her head into the next aisle. There was a young man not much older than eighteen sitting in the aisle. He had an open book of artistic nudes and one of his hands was between his legs, jerking. As his cock came into the light, Candy had to gasp again. It was enormous.
Clearly, it would be a waste to let him spill his seed on the library floor. This was a job for a slut.
"Young man," Candy stepped into the aisle, legs as wide as her dress would let her, and cleared her throat. He looked up, eyes wide.
Candy ran her hands over her body in her severe grey dress, caressing, and reaching fore her hair. She undid her prim librarian bun slowly, and tossed her head side to side to let her long hair down.
He was beginning to get the idea.
Her hands dropped down to the hips of her dress, and she swayed side to side as she began to pull the dress up. More and more of her black stockings was revealed, until at last the young man glimpsed the bare tops of her thighs and the garters going up the garter belt.
She saw him gulp as her heart-shaped pubic hair came into view below her black garter belt, followed by her tummy and lacy black bra.
With the dress off, Candy dropped to her hands and knees. She arched her back and humbly crawled to the enormous cock in the young man's hands. She mewed and the man let her wrap her lips around his cockhead.
She sucked and worshipped cock like a good slut, arching and slurping, as the young man kept looking at his book of nudes. |