The Deep Throat Librarian

THE DEEP THROAT LIBRARIAN

The ping of new e-mail pulled me away from my spreadsheet, and I glanced across the office to where Terry was sitting. He had his back to me, but obviously he’d had enough of second quarter budget projections too. I opened the mail - “a present for you” - and clicked to download the attachment. I turned back to my work while my Iphone did its duty, then gasped when I turned back to look.

It was a cock.

I looked again at Terry; still facing away, so I hit reply and a smiley face. “Thank you! I love presents.”

I looked back at the photo. Even on that tiny screen it was an impressive specimen, semi hard and angled down, but clearly more than a handful. Or a mouthful come to that. I wondered whose it was; in all the years I’ve known Terry, he has never struck me as the kind of guy who’d have pictures of his own penis stored away on his phone - but, there again, how would I know? And if it wasn’t his, then where did he get it? He wasn’t the sort of guy who Googled “semi soft cock photos,” either.

Ping.

Another, and I opened it quickly, just glancing at the message as I waited for the pic. A frontal shot this time, to show off the girth. A well-rounded shaft, a thick meaty head, and again just on the verge of a full scale erection which... and I don’t know hoe he knew this, either... is exactly the way I like them. To start with, anyway.

My fingers were poised over the keypad. Another thank you seemed redundant, and “nice’ just felt silly. But I couldn’t think of anything witty to write, so I repeated the smiley, hit “send” and then waited.

Ping.

No attachment this time, just a question. “Do you want to go get a bite?”

OMG yes. Suddenly it didn’t seem such a bad idea, agreeing to work on MLK day, getting a jump on the next few week’s schedule while not having to deal with the usual interruptions. No ringing phones, no gabbing co-workers, no unforeseen crises exploding out of nowhere. No members of the public asking dumb questions. Just me and Terry - and two photos of his cock.

I put my computer to sleep, grabbed my purse and crossed the library, to where Terry stood waiting by the security door. “Starbucks or...” he named the little sandwich bar that nestled beside the bus station; it was a longer walk but what the hell, it’s not as if anyone would be timing our break. I fell in step beside him, and waited...

... for him to make a move.

... to say a word.

... to make any sound at all.

I couldn’t stand it any longer. “Thanks for my present.”

“I thought you’d like it.” He laughed and his hand touched my arm for a moment; he withdrew it, so I threaded my arm through his. “It was lovely.” And then, a short silence later, “maybe we should hit Starbucks. Grab some pastries and coffee, then back to the library. Enjoy the silence while we can.”

So there we were, the place to ourselves, coffee and pastries spread out beneath the “no refreshments” sign, and this thing just hanging unspoken between us, and my mind in absolute turmoil now. All manner of unanswered questions were flying, including the one that was really holding me back. What if he’d sent them by mistake? What if he’d meant to send me something else entirely, a photo of a kitten perhaps, or a blogpost that had made him smile, and clicked the wrong image instead? And what if he didn’t realize he’d done that?

Or, even worse... what if he did?

I opened my purse and took out my phone, checked for fresh messages then punched up my photographs. I loved the way it hung so straight - curves and angles are fine, of course, but there’s something so neat about symmetrical cocks. His balls were well shaped as well, not hanging too low or looking too loose, just tight and... stop this now!

I looked up and he was watching me. “Anything good?”

“I think so. Come here, tell me what you think of this?”

He rose, crossed the rug and settled on the arm of my chair. His arm rested across the top, brushing my shoulders and neck. “Yeah, about that....” His voice seemed uncertain. At last, a reaction!

I was right, sort of. The first one was a mistake, which he only realized when he got my reply. The second one - well, that was in response to my reply, and there would have been a third one but “I lost my nerve.” He laughed and I smiled up at him.

“Well, let’s see it, then.”

He pulled his own phone out his pocket, punched a few buttons, and then handed it to me. Same cock for sure, but... oh my, what a difference a few moments make. Standing out now, standing proud, and what I’d thought was a handful was now two at least, with a thickness to match as well. I hit the arrow key, scrolled forward through the gallery. Longer still, harder yet... thicker too. I could feel my mouth watering, and my pussy too, and the arm on my shoulders had drifted a little, a hand on my arm, a soft, gentle squeeze.

Half a dozen photographs, and each one a little different. The first spot of pre-cum reflecting the flash. The veins growing thicker, the balls getting tighter. It has never failed to amaze me, how many little changes a cock goes through even when it’s already erect. I reached the last one, and passed the phone back.

“When did you take them?”

“One night when I was drunk. Well, watching porn and drunk.”

“Why didn’t you take any more?”

He laughed. “Why do you think?” and I giggled. “Shame. That was the one I most wanted to see.” A good cumshot photograph can keep me smiling for days. And then, “maybe we should take one now.”

The hand squeezed my arm, harder than I was expecting. I took that as a yes, and i took his phone as well. He’d missed the moment once, I was not going to let that happen again.

He glanced around. “Right here?”

“Why not? It’s not as if anyone’s going to come walking in.” The window blinds were tightly closed, and I’d switched off the security cameras when we came in this morning. I rose from my seat, kissed him hard on the mouth, then nudged him to sit there himself. “Now, let’s see what we have here.”

I didn’t unbuckle him right away. I wanted to, more than anything else. But I also wanted to draw out the moment, to run my hands across his body, under his jacket and shirt to his flesh, buttonholes stretching as I teased his nipples, then undoing them all as I bared his chest.

Lightly haired, tightly muscled. I licked his skin, nipping at hairs, circled one nipple with the tip of my tongue, then dragged the wet flat across that little bud. He gasped as my breath cooled the dampness, and I continued to lap, tasting his chest, his abdomen, down... down... and now I undid him because I could see it was time, his pants tight and tented and my wrist brushed the tip. Terry groaned, the tent pole twitched and I leaned into to close my mouth over him, through the fabric of his light gray slacks.

I wished I’d thought to wear lipstick this morning; that would be a mark to savor, and an interesting one for him to explain away as well. The old song flashed through my mind... “lipstick on your pants crotch, told a tale on you-oo.” I filed it away for future mischief, and continued to nuzzle the end of his cock, my hand bunching the fabric of his pants at the base until his dick rose tightly shrouded and I closed my mouth around it.

The photos didn’t lie. He was huge. Thick. Fat. I released him, and now I jerked down his pants, grasped at bare flesh, stretching it back. His helmet thrust skywards and my tongue teased behind it, wondering why in a world that has either abbreviated or created fresh slang for every possible piece of genitalia, the frenulum remains untouched and unloved. “I want to suck your frenulum.” Yeah, that sounds really sexy.

Terry let out a sibilant sigh and I shifted a little, raising his shaft up and sweeping it with long, lazy licks, my saliva soaking the skin as I slipped from base to tip, from side to side. Pause and my teeth would gently close, pressing against skin and tasting his skin as his cock strained even harder and I gnawed my way up, pushing my lips against the eye, suckling pre-cum as it pooled there.

He was too big to suck; I could work my mouth halfway down the crown, but not even a jaw that lives to give head could stretch to accommodate Terry’s whole cock. So I took what I was given, working my mouth on all it could take, slipping across his thick, soaking helmet and it slid back, almost liquid, in the warmth of my mouth. My hand was on his shaft, jerking him; the other dropped to unbutton my blouse. I eased one breast out from under my bra and, resting my jaw for a few precious moments, I traced his prick round my own rigid nipple.

Terry’s hand was on mine, guiding his cock head; he pressed and my nipple pushed back against him, and when he moved away a thin string of pre-cum still held us together. I moved down a little, my breast against his balls, and now he was holding me, guiding my nipple, tracing it round and round his sac as my mouth closed again on that glorious cock, stretched open... then bump... and I had him inside me.


It was so easy! He simply slipped in and kept on slipping, his saliva-greased cock like silk between my welcoming lips, my teeth scraping lightly on the shaft as it passed, and I felt the sweet tap of his cock in my throat; I raised myself slightly and inclined my neck, and there was no show of resistance until my nose grazed his abdomen.

My free hand traced his ball bag and pushed it to my lip, folding fresh flesh beneath it for a moment, as I breathed through my nose and held him there frozen, devouring his cock from end to deep end.

Slowly I released him, began paying out the meat, sliding my mouth up that fabulous shaft, till the crown bumped my teeth and I paused for a second. Then down again, then up again, faster and faster and his hands on my head, pushing me down even harder at last as he suddenly cried out


my head, as he suddenly cried out “oh fuck!”

And now I could suck him, now I face-fucked him - and as he started bucking, I so want his cum. I want him to shoot his whole load in my mouth, I want to drink him, to swallow him whole, to feel his thick juice as it blasts down my throat.

But I had a job to do, and I did it; as he cried out “I’m cumming,” I whipped my head back, the phone at the ready and I just started clicking, picture after picture as cum geysered from his cock, and I was jerking him faster till the spray at last slowed... and then I popped him back in my mouth, sucking the last of his cum from his cock, draining his balls as he softened inside me.

Then I handed him his camera as I buttoned up my blouse; pulled a tissue from my purse to mop mess off the furniture; and I hoped that the photographs were as good as they should be. Because if they’re not... I looked at the clock; it was 1.25.

Oh, that’s alright then. We have all afternoon if we need to do it again.

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