Librarian's Late-Night Book Club Strap-On Initiation

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.

“Tell me,” Valeria murmured, lips brushing Riley’s ear, “how wet is that little cunt right now?”

“Soaked,” Riley whispered, cheeks burning. “I’m… I’m dripping down my thighs, Ms. Kane.”

The older woman’s smile sharpened. “On your knees.”

Riley dropped instantly, the marble floor cold against her skin. The act of kneeling in front of the stern librarian unlocked something feral inside her. “Please,” she begged, voice cracking with need. “Use me. I want to be yours. I want your cock. Please fuck me, Ms. Kane. I’ll do anything.”

Valeria’s breath caught at the raw hunger in the girl’s voice. She reached into the top drawer of her desk and withdrew a thick, veiny black strap-on—realistic, obscene, easily nine inches with a heavy set of silicone balls. The sight of it made Riley’s mouth water.

“Open,” Valeria commanded.

Riley parted her lips eagerly as the librarian buckled the harness over her skirt. The fat head nudged past her tongue, stretching her mouth wide. Valeria fucked her face with slow, deliberate strokes, smearing saliva down her chin until the dildo glistened.

“Enough warmup.” Valeria pulled Riley up by her hair, spun her around, and marched her to the long oak reading table. She shoved the girl down until her cheek pressed against the cool wood, then flipped her pleated skirt up over her hips. Riley’s plain white panties were visibly soaked through the crotch. Valeria ripped them down in one brutal yank, leaving them tangled around Riley’s ankles.

“Fuck, look at that pretty pink cunt,” Valeria growled, dragging the fat head of the strap-on through Riley’s folds. “Already winking for me. Begging to be ruined.”

She pushed in.

Riley cried out as the thick cock breached her, stretching her walls with a burning, delicious pressure. Valeria didn’t pause. She drove forward in one long, merciless thrust until the silicone balls slapped wetly against Riley’s clit. The sudden fullness punched the air from Riley’s lungs.

“Oh my god—”

“No gods here, baby. Just my cock.” Valeria gripped Riley’s narrow waist and started to fuck her in earnest—deep, punishing strokes that rocked the heavy table and made Riley’s toes curl off the floor. Every thrust dragged over that perfect spot inside her until she was moaning like an animal.

Valeria reached around and found Riley’s swollen clit, rubbing tight, ruthless circles. “This pussy is mine now. Say it.”

“It’s yours—fuck—it’s yours, Ms. Kane!”

The librarian laughed darkly and slammed in harder. The wet slap of skin and silicone filled the cavernous library. Riley’s hands scrabbled for purchase on the table as her first orgasm began to coil tight and vicious in her belly.

Valeria suddenly pulled out, flipped Riley onto her back, and shoved her legs wide apart. The younger woman’s skirt was bunched uselessly around her waist, shirt rucked up to expose small, perfect tits. Valeria re-entered her in one brutal thrust, folding Riley nearly in half in a deep missionary press.

She leaned down and sucked one rosy nipple into her hot mouth, teeth grazing, tongue flicking while she pounded that fat black cock into Riley’s sopping cunt. The new angle ground the base of the harness directly against Riley’s clit with every stroke.

Riley’s eyes rolled back. “I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“Come,” Valeria snarled around her tit. “Squirt on my cock like a good little library slut.”

Riley shattered.

Her orgasm ripped through her so violently her back bowed off the table. Clear fluid sprayed around the thrusting strap-on in rhythmic, messy gushes that soaked Valeria’s thighs and puddled on the antique oak. Riley screamed, a raw, broken sound that echoed off the bookshelves as she kept squirting, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

Valeria rode her through every pulse, growling praise against her breasts until Riley finally collapsed, limp and trembling.

Slowly, Valeria pulled the dripping strap-on free with an obscene wet sound. She unbuckled the harness and held the glistening toy in front of Riley’s dazed face.

“Clean your mess.”

Riley opened her mouth obediently. She licked every inch of her own cum from the veiny black cock, sucking it deep until Valeria was satisfied. When she finally pulled it away, a thick string of saliva and girl-cum connected Riley’s swollen lips to the tip.

Valeria chuckled, low and warm, and sank into the large leather chair behind the head librarian’s desk. She opened her arms. “Come here, pet.”

Riley crawled into her lap, straddling her, facing her. Valeria pulled the girl’s head to rest against her shoulder and stroked gentle fingers through her sweat-damp hair, the contrast between brutal fucking and tender aftercare making Riley’s chest ache with something dangerously close to devotion.

“You’re mine now,” Valeria murmured, kissing the top of her head. “My personal after-hours fucktoy. Whenever these doors lock and the last student leaves, that little cunt belongs to me. Understood?”

Riley nodded against her neck, utterly spent and glowing. “Yes, Ms. Kane.”

Valeria’s hand slid down to squeeze Riley’s bare ass possessively. A wicked little smile curved her lips.

“Excellent. Now… be a dear and go fetch the wet wipes from the bottom drawer. I’m not explaining to Facilities why the 1893 reading table looks like a Slip ’N Slide.”