One part nerd. Three parts slut. If you want a sassy definition of me, you’ve got one. After a lifetime of being a slut, it’s fair to think that a moment of being nerdy will be in order. So, I head to a library to stick my nose in a book. It’s late at night and the library will close soon, but I slip through the doors and treat myself to a fun fantasy book. What else is a submissive cum filled slut like me to do in between dick appointments?
CUM FILLED SLUT YOU SAY?
My pussy is still slick from the loads of cum it just milked from a huge cock. If I didn’t have a pantie on, then there would be nothing stopping this creaminess from streaking right out and trailing down my inner thighs.
The library is almost empty when I walk in, and after a few minutes of engrossing myself in my book, the librarian and I are all alone, almost oblivious to each other.
When I stepped into the library I thought I would be able to focus on the book I would be reading. I needed this book to distract me. I have been such a sex whore lately, and this was my way of forcing my little pussy to have a break. Soon though, I realize just how wrong I was. A cum filled slut like me never gets a break from these naughty thoughts. My pussy tingles with need as flashbacks of my most recent threesome race through my mind. I cross my legs at the thighs in hopes that squeezing my thighs together will bring me temporary relief.
THERE IS NO RELIEVING MY CUNT WITHOUT HELP
If it does, I don’t notice it. That’s when I hear a sound. It’s weirdly familiar—a lot like the moan of satisfaction that escapes me when a huge cock glides between my pussy lips. The same sound that turned me into that same cum filled slut I refer to myself as. Stunned, I lift my eyes and peek through the nerdy glasses sitting on the bridge of my nose. That’s when I see it.
The librarian is sitting at her desk with her legs parted, her hands frantically rubbing her pussy. She lets out another moan and leans back in her seat. Her head settles atop the backrest of her chair. I don’t give this another thought. I vacate my chair and slither to the ground. Once I am on all fours, I am able to spot the juiciness between her legs. Trying not to expose that I see her, I crawl stealthily, careful not to make a sound.
A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS
I don’t think she remembered I was here. I watch as I head to her. Knowing as much as I do about pleasing women, I know she wouldn’t mind a pussy eating pro helping her out.
I easily fit underneath the desk. Thank goodness! I creep forward, and as I near her pussy, my throat dries up, contrasting with the current state of my cum filled slut pussy. I move forward, stick out my tongue and settle it on her left thigh. She gasps and shivers, but stays mute. When she looks down at me, her eyes gleam with lust begging to be my cum filled slut.
This is just the permission I need. I grab her knees with both hands and she slouches to give me access into her warm tight pussy. The creaminess envelops my tongue right away and forms a slimy path down my throat. While I swallow, I mentally prepare myself to gulp down the load of cum that will soon come. It’s times like these I would have loved to have my strap with me or even a real cock for a day. Imagine the power I would have if I could turn her into the cum filled slut instead of me. However, with my fingers going down to finally satisfy that unsettled little cunt of mine, My tongue will just have to be enough for her. It sure seems so, I can taste it.
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