Lily Harmon made the mistake of shushing the wrong boy.
At 37, with her prim and proper pantsuit and professional brown bun, the librarian used to scour the bookshelves with a close eye for any troublemakers that would disrupt studies and leisure of the other patrons. If you asked Lily, her efforts day after day fostered a very respectful learning culture where books mattered. Anyone that wanted to talk could hang out in a park, or a cafe, far from her peaceful mecca.
Until him. An older teen, hidden away in one of the secluded corners of the building, had the audacity to defile her library with porn! She heard the moans from his computer's speakers during one of her tours and promptly stomped over. Her glare normally got people packing. When he didn't budge, she knew she had to stand firm.
"Excuse me," Lily said.
"You're excused," the boy answered.
She glared harder. "No, I'm telling you to turn that off. Other people are trying to read."
For a moment, it looked like she achieved victory when he stopped to look at her. But as he gave her a once over, still playing his loud video, it became clear he would not comply with the next words out of his mouth. "Calm your tits, lady. I know you're jealous of these porn stars, but it's not their fault you're not hot enough."
Her face went red. It took a great deal of restraint not to shout. "That is IT, sir. I'll have to ask you to leave."
At long last, to Lily's relief, he obeyed by closing his laptop. If only she knew what she had just gotten herself into, she might have walked away, but it was too late.
"Fine," the boy sighed. "If you're that upset about the porn, I'll stop and give you what you want."
"Good."
"Starting with getting you out of those stuffy clothes."
"What!?"
Lily froze in place. Piece by piece, the boy stripped her of the garments meant to engender her authority in this sacred space. He pulled the jacket off her shoulders, unbuttoned and removed her blouse, slid her pants down and lifted her feet to pull them out. Each lost strip of cloth took with it any power she held. Reduced to her bra, panties and boots, a couple snips exposed her smallish breasts and hairy cunt.
The boy judged swiftly.
"Wow, lady. No wonder you're so pissed. You have nothing going on here. Those have to be the angriest boobs and pussy I've ever seen, and I've seen my fair share of porn."
"How DARE you!" Lily protested, unable to do anything but scowl. She didn't know the how or why, but that mattered less than the fact he was marching her to the end of a row. She turned around, toward him, her back to the wall.
"Oh, don't be like that," he said. "I'm not a monster. See? I made a nice mask for you on the way over here."
She went pale. "You can't be serious."
"Why? It looks just like you! Okay, maybe a little nicer."
She gawked at the paper bag with its angry eyebrows as he slipped it over her head. It had no holes. Without them, she had only the cold air against her naked bush and boobs, and sounds of people walking around nearby to remind her where she was. Being under a vent didn't help. Nipples growing harder by the second, she found her elbows bending and hands spreading to complete her display.
"You can't leave me like this!" Lily said. She would have kept complaining, too, but suddenly...
"GRR! ME ANGRY!" she shouted. "TITTIES SMALL! ASS FLAT! WANT BOOK IN CUNT."
She was mortified, but no one would know it from under her bag. The boy rewarded her by rubbing the edge of a paperback between her legs. If he could see, Lily's throbbing forehead vein would have made it clear how much she was not enjoying this, but her moans at the lightest touch sounded like she loved it.
"I knew all a book lover like you needed was a good novel to loosen up. Am I right?"
"PUSSY LOVE BOOK. GIVE PUSSY MORE BOOK."
The worst part of this ordeal wasn't the book, or the loss of control, but her volume. That's what she dreaded most. She could have nobody besides the boy on the other side of her paper bag. Or she could have the whole library coming by to watch, wondering where their librarian was to put an end to it. For now, all she could do was stand firm.
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Lily Harmon made the mistake of shushing the wrong boy.
At 37, with her prim and proper pantsuit and professional brown bun, the librarian used to scour the bookshelves with a close eye for any troublemakers that would disrupt studies and leisure of the other patrons. If you asked Lily, her efforts day after day fostered a very respectful learning culture where books mattered. Anyone that wanted to talk could hang out in a park, or a cafe, far from her peaceful mecca.
Until him. An older teen, hidden away in one of the secluded corners of the building, had the audacity to defile her library with porn! She heard the moans from his computer's speakers during one of her tours and promptly stomped over. Her glare normally got people packing. When he didn't budge, she knew she had to stand firm.
"Excuse me," Lily said.
"You're excused," the boy answered.
She glared harder. "No, I'm telling you to turn that off. Other people are trying to read."
For a moment, it looked like she achieved victory when he stopped to look at her. But as he gave her a once over, still playing his loud video, it became clear he would not comply with the next words out of his mouth. "Calm your tits, lady. I know you're jealous of these porn stars, but it's not their fault you're not hot enough."
Her face went red. It took a great deal of restraint not to shout. "That is IT, sir. I'll have to ask you to leave."
At long last, to Lily's relief, he obeyed by closing his laptop. If only she knew what she had just gotten herself into, she might have walked away, but it was too late.
"Fine," the boy sighed. "If you're that upset about the porn, I'll stop and give you what you want."
"Good."
"Starting with getting you out of those stuffy clothes."
"What!?"
Lily froze in place. Piece by piece, the boy stripped her of the garments meant to engender her authority in this sacred space. He pulled the jacket off her shoulders, unbuttoned and removed her blouse, slid her pants down and lifted her feet to pull them out. Each lost strip of cloth took with it any power she held. Reduced to her bra, panties and boots, a couple snips exposed her smallish breasts and hairy cunt.
The boy judged swiftly.
"Wow, lady. No wonder you're so pissed. You have nothing going on here. Those have to be the angriest boobs and pussy I've ever seen, and I've seen my fair share of porn."
"How DARE you!" Lily protested, unable to do anything but scowl. She didn't know the how or why, but that mattered less than the fact he was marching her to the end of a row. She turned around, toward him, her back to the wall.
"Oh, don't be like that," he said. "I'm not a monster. See? I made a nice mask for you on the way over here."
She went pale. "You can't be serious."
"Why? It looks just like you! Okay, maybe a little nicer."
She gawked at the paper bag with its angry eyebrows as he slipped it over her head. It had no holes. Without them, she had only the cold air against her naked bush and boobs, and sounds of people walking around nearby to remind her where she was. Being under a vent didn't help. Nipples growing harder by the second, she found her elbows bending and hands spreading to complete her display.
"You can't leave me like this!" Lily said. She would have kept complaining, too, but suddenly...
"GRR! ME ANGRY!" she shouted. "TITTIES SMALL! ASS FLAT! WANT BOOK IN CUNT."
She was mortified, but no one would know it from under her bag. The boy rewarded her by rubbing the edge of a paperback between her legs. If he could see, Lily's throbbing forehead vein would have made it clear how much she was not enjoying this, but her moans at the lightest touch sounded like she loved it.
"I knew all a book lover like you needed was a good novel to loosen up. Am I right?"
"PUSSY LOVE BOOK. GIVE PUSSY MORE BOOK."
The worst part of this ordeal wasn't the book, or the loss of control, but her volume. That's what she dreaded most. She could have nobody besides the boy on the other side of her paper bag. Or she could have the whole library coming by to watch, wondering where their librarian was to put an end to it. For now, all she could do was stand firm.