Librarian's Late-Night Book Club Strap-On Initiation
Shy college girl gets initiated into lesbian submission by the dominant librarian's thick strap-on.
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The heavy oak doors of the university library clicked shut with a finality that made Riley’s stomach flutter. At twenty-two, the shy literature major had spent months exchanging loaded glances with the head librarian before the mysterious invitation appeared in her campus mailbox: Late-Night Book Club. 11 p.m. Main Reading Room. Come alone.
Ms. Valeria Kane stood behind the circulation desk in a crisp white blouse that strained over heavy breasts and a charcoal pencil skirt that hugged every dominant curve of her hips. At thirty-eight, she radiated the kind of cool authority that made undergraduates both terrified and soaked. Her dark hair was pinned in a severe bun, and her crimson lips curved into a predatory smile when she saw Riley hesitate just inside the doorway.
“You came,” Valeria said, voice low and velvet-rough. She walked forward, heels echoing, and turned the heavy deadbolt with deliberate slowness. “Good girl.”
Riley’s breath hitched. “I thought… it was a book club.”
“It is.” Valeria’s green eyes glittered. “The only book we read here is the one your body writes when it submits. This is an initiation circle, Riley. Exclusive. Very private. And the price of membership is complete surrender to me.”
Riley’s thighs pressed together instinctively. She should have been scared. Instead heat flooded her core so fast she felt dizzy.
Valeria circled her slowly, like a shark. “I’m going to fuck you tonight, little mouse. I’m going to bend you over that long oak table where you pretend to study and drive every thick inch of my strap-on so deep you’ll feel me for a week. I’m going to stretch that tight, untouched pussy until you’re drooling and sobbing my name. And when you think you can’t take any more, I’m going to make you squirt all over my cock like the desperate little slut you’ve been hiding under those baggy sweaters.”
Riley’s nipples stiffened painfully against her thin cotton shirt. Valeria noticed. She reached out and traced one tight peak with a single fingertip, circling, pinching lightly until Riley whimpered.