Day At The Library

There was a scheduling mishap at the CSC Library today.

I work here on Sundays and since we have been gearing up for our big Spring Smut Sale, I need to get in as many hours as possible prior to the sale. But when I got there– I found out the space has been rented out for a "play party" at the same time I was scheduled to work.

I decide to stay and work in the back hole of an office where I will sift, shift, catalog and process material for the library and sale– all while remain respectful and on best behavior.

Up until today, I had yet to masturbate while working here– which is somewhat of a surprise to me. I guess it could be that curse of the industry– immersed in all that sex and the sexxy gets lost.

But– well it was one of those kind of weekends– or weeks. All week long as the sex librarian I've been assessing our holdings– of which include "Penthouse Letters" a young girl favorite of mine when hiding in my Dads garage with his modest collection of miscellaneous nudie goods– porn mags, playing cards, cigarettes lighters with naked women posed– their hairy pussy spread on the side, and other wonderments of male adulthood. The Penthouse letters were easy to take and replace– I spent a lot of time behind the closed door of my childhood bedroom– reading and re-reading and then re-reading those key parts- finger on my little clit and rubbing like crazy on my young pussy. When I think back, I cannot clearly recall myself inserting fingers at that time. I strongly remember rubbing and rubbing– fast and hard, having these orgasms over and over, generally on top of my panties– so much so that I began to wear holes in the fabric of the cotton.

Early in that week while I cataloged our fine Penthouse collection– I thought back to my youth and almost considered masturbating, but then let the moment slip away. By Friday I was really feeling it– ready to flirt, ready to rub my kitty and wanting to cum. My cunt was in that perfect state of fuckability finding her way to flirt with everyone, grow needy and puffy, getting wet early and staying that way. When I walked across the room I could feel the bubbles form, slide and pop with each step.

Come Friday– home from my work day, my gym action complete– showered and my round ass nude in bed I began to let small amounts of jojoba oil drop on to my full flaunting slit, my fingers massaging my mound– feeling the skin, opening the slit with my fingertips, starting to make my clit grow. I drifted back and dreamt about teasing your fat cock into me, circling the head  into my clit, feeling your cock erect under my hands and in my fat needy girl cunt– using your cock for my needs. My pussy– so wet and slick– was ready to cum quickly– when I pushed my finger deep in, my muscles clenched and contracted like a trap- bad kitty wants to swallow up a cock. I bucked and moaned onto my hand felt my orgasm serge throguh me and soak my hand, flow between my ass cheeks and leaving a little pool behind on the bed. It was a nice orgasm, a sleep inducing cum– but one that left me wanting more.

The next night my Architect was IM-ing me from across the globe, his sleek cock teasing me with its own neediness. The Architect is one of those longing memories– he falls into the "different time and different place" and maybe we could be category of lovers. But we had what we had and now we have what we have and those fleeting rain filled nights my apartment have allowed for years of wistful longing of dreamed about possibilities, of dripping cock and giving cunt. He knows just what to say to me. Talk of filling me with his cum. It gets me every time– oh the sweet thoughts of his barebacked cock pumping into me from behind swinging and dripping as it pulls out and stabs it back in– always gets me off. This time it was the thought of his cum filling me, then me leaning back and letting him watch me fuck myself using his cum as the best lubricant god makes. This fantasy of his bare cock and cum always gets me off– knowing I cannot be filled with cum– that oh so powerful combination of fluids– just makes me want it more. It was a nice hard, white light orgasm– culminating in my head  and popping like a balloon then throbbing brain pulses back down to normalcy and dream land.

That brings me back to Sunday at the CSC Library and the scheduling mishap. After the two days of flirting and nice orgasms I was still so horny. I became a sound voyeur at the "play party." From my office I could hear chatter, laughter, music– soon I could hear, moans, panting, grunting and soft muffled swats of ass. It began to get warm in my little office, I could hear a couple pretty close to my office door– they were quiet– but I could hear her heavy panting and breathing fluctuate and could hear his soft mannish exhales and grunts. As their orgasms began to rise, so did mine.

I could not do it, sit back there and sift through book and ignore the sounds and the growing wetness between my legs. I wanted to cum at the same time as the couple outside my office.  When I slid my hands between my slit the wetness and the slut cunt pulled my fingers in and with the combination of pushing my hand deep inside and my pussy thrusting on top,  I came when she did– my body on fire, a hard pulsating orgasm that was sound free– tight and contracted.  I continued to massage my whole puffy sloopy pussy while I listened to her partner cum. I love hearing a man cum– especially the quiet ones.

Later when I snuck out the back door of the library, I peeked into the party, wondering who the couple was I came with.

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