The Sexy Librarian's Big Book of Erotica

by Rose Caraway

  As the waitress replaced my empty beer bottle with a full one, she bent down and noted, “Your little blonde is enjoying this entirely too much! She’s going to burn out, get arrested or make you jealous before all this is over.” I didn’t have the heart to tell her that “Sabrina” was actually an MBA ad exec, with a doctor husband at home in Chicago and more societal propriety than George W. Bush (insert your own political punch line here).

  Nora was now past the point of no return. So much so that I would wager Dr. Hubby had never been treated to the labial views that the patrons of the Doll Factory now enjoyed. And when one of the regular dancers rolled a twenty dollar bill into a straw and, using her mouth, daintily placed it where the G-string would normally have been, the crowd went wild. I was now officially, irretrievably in lust! One guy got a little too carried away with his effort to study her vaginal perfume, an effort that earned him an assist to the parking lot, courtesy of Mongo the bouncer. Meanwhile the dancers on the other two stages had taken to shouting suggestions, giving Nora even more encouragement than she probably needed at this point. She finished the set in a prone position, her legs resting on one guy’s shoulders with her ass and pussy almost too close to his face to be legal.

  It would be good at this point to say that Molly from Grapevine didn’t stand a chance, however the fix was in. Oh, her performance onstage was every bit as enjoyable as Nora’s. I don’t know if her costume was supposed to be a swimsuit, or whether she had just taken a couple pieces of maroon cloth and tied and wound it between her legs and over her neck, but the effect was awesome. My personal highlight was the flash of bald beaver that she shared with me and the geek to my left (hey…I was being true to Nora; I only tipped a dollar with the intent of delaying her from earning more). I should also note that I wasn’t the only one at the stage to discern that Molly knew how to use a razor in intimate places.

  It was at about this moment that I became aware of the subtle little edge that probably put Molly over the top. First there was the bartender’s satisfied smile, followed by his whispered message to the manager and each of the judges. The excited look on their faces didn’t require an educated mind to determine what would happen after the winner was announced. I suspect Miss Molly had been a busy little thing backstage! Sure enough, Molly was announced as the winner by “a razor-thin margin.” She celebrated by flashing that expertly shaved vulva to everybody on one side of the stage.

  After the awards ceremony, I had no idea what to expect from Nora. She graciously received her new fans, bestowing a few kisses, demurely rebuffing a couple of offers for the remainder of the night and rejecting a job offer from the management. At the first opportunity, she whispered in my ear, “If you don’t promise to fuck my brains out tonight, I’m finding someone who will.” That was enough for me! I grabbed her wrist and spirited her out of the club, into the car and back to the hotel.

  During the return, she treated me to a full account of her emotions on stage as my mind raced and my khakis got more and more constrictive; she described the rush that she had experienced with the emergence of her nipples, and the mini-orgasm prompted by her brief finger-fuck in front of me.

  Do you have any idea how difficult it can be to drive under those conditions?

  We somehow managed to collect ourselves enough to rush through the lobby of the Anatole and into the elevator. There I was treated to a full-blown body press, hand grope and tonsillectomy all in one. It was ardent enough to scare off an elderly couple waiting at the next floor, and I’m pretty sure I caught sight of at least three or four people watching in awe as our glass-walled elevators passed each other.

  In no time, we were in her room, conveniently located at the corner facing the other tower of the hotel. By now it came as little surprise to me that the windows were wide open, leaving our every move open to the prying eyes of at least a hundred or so of the hotel guest rooms. “Leave the lights on,” she breathed, “the better for others to see us.” Hell, by this point she could have invited the Dallas Cowboys to watch, accompanied by a film crew from 60 Minutes, and I wouldn’t have said no!

  She was phenomenal, stripping off her clothes, removing mine and smothering me with kisses all the while. I was making up for lost time, sucking nipples, fingers, toes…anything my lips could get close to. I quickly made a mental note to check the seat of the car in the morning; if the passenger side was as wet as I expected it to be we’d better have a decent story to explain it. Nora was beyond soaked, and she nearly drowned me when she pounced on my chest and slipped up for my first sincere taste of Nora nectar.

  How does Dr. Simon B. Boring deserve such a hot piece of ass? How does he keep her? Those were questions to ponder at some other time. By this time I had been able to find the answers to two of the questions that had dogged me for the duration of my association with Nora. Yes, she was a natural blonde. And if those tits were enhanced at all, the surgeon had pioneered a new and exciting no scar/no stretch method. I was busy licking and playing with the sweetest-tasting clit I’d ever encountered. For the rest of my life I’ll be dreaming of the view I had, looking up from between her legs, past the neatly trimmed blonde thatch of her pubes, watching her moan as she pulled and extended her nipples.

  Things quickly morphed from good…to great…to…I can’t believe this, as the night wore on. With her on top, we savored my favorite sixty-nine position. I’ve never had any complaints about my ability to deliver face-to-pussy action, but if time to orgasm counts for anything, we set some kind of record. When she came, my cock was deep within her mouth stifling her screams and sending overload signals to the priapic node of my brain. My load left her with a foamy mouth that totally enhanced her newly acquired super-slut image.

  We rolled over and switched into transitional kiss and grope mode, during which she began to pour out all of the performance fantasies she’d ever had. Repressed by Dr. Dull’s fear of community scandal, she’d buried them in her head only to have them released tonight. As she said while I gave her left nipple some quality attention, the timing, setting and (I’m extremely pleased to say) the partner, were finally just right.

  Now with naked, horny me to validate her moves—not to mention an unknown number of the guests watching from the other hotel tower—she began to dance and move with abandon. She treated me to moves I’ll never forget. It was by sheer force of will that I avoided instant ejaculation when she perched doggie-style on the bed, looked between her legs and whispered, “You’re not going to make me use my finger this time are you?”

  Thank god our flight wasn’t until noon on the following day. We fucked until sunrise.

  A quick visit back to my room allowed me to collect my bags, but not before a steamy shower had given her the opportunity to demonstrate the effect that one long and talented soapy finger can have on the male prostate gland.

  By the time we arrived at the rental car return, we had returned our outward appearances back to business mode, Nora looking almost prim in her moderate-length skirt ensemble and me with my khakis and sweater. We shared idle chat on the bus to the terminal, but as we settled into the seats at the departure gate, I noticed her leafing through her briefcase.

  “Looking for something?” I asked.

  “Yeah, I could swear that I had a brochure for a trade show in Las Vegas next month.”

  The gleam in her eye was unmistakable, as was the renewed stirring in my pants.

  The Secret Game

  Chase Morgan

  “I want to fuck you senseless,” he said, leaning over to whisper into her ear. No other diners within earshot of them seemed to be paying attention. The warm glow of the lights in their favorite restaurant masked her flushed cheeks. John had been teasing his wife all night; an innocent little game of cat and mouse shared between the two of them. To him, she was ravishing. In an earthy, free-flowing skirt and a dark-brown tank top that outlined every beautiful curve of her body—she had been driving him crazy since they left their house. Tonight’s “sec
ret game,” as they liked to call it, started when John opened the restaurant door for Kelly. With their friends in sight, she casually whispered, “I am not wearing panties,” and then without missing a beat she walked right past him to hug their waiting friends. It was only fair that he got to make the next move; playing dirty was how this game went.

  The couples ordered their second round of drinks as the waitress cleared the remnants of their appetizer. The mood was light and the laughs came easy with their dear friends Mike and Tami, who were blissfully ignorant of John and Kelly’s secret game. As Kelly recounted a funny story from earlier in the day she let her hand rest on John’s leg; she could feel his bulge against her pinky when she discretely slid her hand toward his inner thigh.

  “Right, honey?”

  “Huh, oh yeah, I couldn’t believe that she said that either,” stammered John trying to catch up with the conversation.

  Recognizing her move, John slid his arm around Kelly and began rubbing the back of her neck. Kelly had a special spot and John knew that letting his fingers slide up and down lazily behind her ear would have the desired effect. He knew that with every trace of his finger behind her ear he was building a mental image in Kelly’s mind of his fingers exploring her moistening pussy. There was no doubt in John’s mind that she was wet and getting wetter, which was in turn making him harder.

  The waitress returned balancing a tray of drinks, providing the horny couple with a brief moment of distraction from their friends. Jumping at the opportunity, they slyly utilized their phones as a part of their sexy strategies. Kelly beat John to the punch when a quick text hit his phone: I want to shove your rock-hard cock in my mouth. John smiled and quickly responded with, I want to put a finger in your ass while I fuck you with my tongue. Before returning her attention to Mike and Tami, Kelly squeezed his leg and looked up from her phone wearing a smile.

  “Can you believe it took us an hour to reel it in,” Mike rhetorically asked the table while recounting a recent fishing trip. “I am telling you, it was the biggest cobia any of us had ever seen!”

  “Yeah, the tuna can put up quite a fight,” John stammered.

  “No, it was a cobia.”

  “Oh, yeah, that’s what I meant.” John tried to regain his composure but could not get the image of his gorgeous wife’s pussy from his mind. His cock was thick with blood at the thought of his tongue parting her smooth lips.

  The conversation quickly shifted focus as Tami began talking about a new shop opening in the local area and John seized the opportunity, excusing himself from the group to use the restroom. Sliding into the well-lit stall John quickly unbuttoned his pants with a mischievous smile on his face.

  “Ooo!” Kelly’s phone vibrated between her legs, sending an unexpected shock through her body. Tami was still engaged in her story and didn’t seem to catch Kelly’s quiet gasp. She looked down at her phone and was greeted with a picture of her husband’s thick cock. He was not erect in the picture, he was at that semihard and thick stage; the stage that made Kelly salivate. She loved to take him into her mouth and let her tongue wrestle with his girth, craved feeling him grow harder and thicker with her lips.

  “So I really think you would enjoy it.”

  “Huh? Oh yeah, I will definitely check it out,” Kelly said, regaining her composure. She often wondered if Mike and Tami were at all aware of their tawdry little game; they didn’t play it every time they were out with them, but this certainly wasn’t the first time. Not wanting to be rude, but needing a little diversion, Kelly asked, “Have you heard from Becky lately?” The question had the desired effect and sent Tami into another lengthy diatribe. Kelly stared intently at Tami, listening to her response about Becky, while discretely sliding the tip of her finger under the top of her skirt and into her wet pussy.

  John returned to the table to find their dinner had just arrived; he looked at Kelly with a wicked grin and winked.

  Kelly’s pussy moistened even more with the wink. He was winning the game, but not for long.

  “Looks great as usual,” Tami said as they began to eat. Slipping the fork from her lips with a slight moan Tami smiled and said, “This place has the best grilled chicken in town.”

  “Mmmm, these cherry tomatoes are so fresh,” Kelly said turning to John. Before he could protest Kelly pushed one to his mouth while deftly slipping her pussy-moistened finger to his lips. “See, isn’t it fresh?”

  John immediately recognized her familiar taste on his lips, forcing more blood to his cock. That sneaky little shit, he thought. Kelly had just upped the ante.

  Mike and Tami were wonderful people but appeared to be the most vanilla couple on the face of the planet. Tonight, John looked like he had stepped from the pages of an LL Bean catalog. Wearing his typical khaki pants and button-down shirt, he was a well-built man with a full head of neat brown hair, but would easily blend into a crowd unnoticed at any function.

  Tami was wearing a khaki skirt. Her long brown hair fell over her petite shoulders onto a button-up shirt concealing what John and Kelly had decided must be beautiful, ample breasts. They had long debated over the course of their friendship with Mike and Tami as to whether they still had sex at all, or if they were closet freaks; the jury was still out. Regardless, judging on outward appearance alone they were a stark contrast to John and Kelly.

  Vastly different from vanilla Mike, John was a well-built man with a closely shaved head and neatly trimmed beard. Eyebrows that denoted warmth in his soul and a contemplative air when he was quiet perfectly framed his bright-blue eyes. His arms and back bore colorful tattoos, and he was almost always clothed in a comfortable pair of jeans and a T-shirt.

  John’s bride of twelve years was in her midthirties like everyone else at the table, but had the smooth, soft skin of a teen. Raven-black hair fell to her shoulders, which were also covered in tattoos extending down her right arm. Kelly’s almond-colored eyes were set under dark eyebrows and beautiful long lashes. Tonight, her tank top was cut low enough to reveal ample cleavage without being offensive but still score her points in their secret game.

  They had all met at a school function for their children several years ago and became fast friends. Despite outward appearances, the couples had many of the same interests and there was never a quiet moment amongst them. They regularly shared dinners, lunches and even camped together as families, but in all the years that they’d known each other, Mike and Tami remained a mystery to John and Kelly. “They are almost too vanilla,” said Kelly. “I can easily see them in separate bedrooms, coming together only once or twice a year for some sexy time.”

  Mike and Tami were regulars at church; he was an usher and she played the organ. Their daughter was a Girl Scout and their son was the captain of the middle school chess team, a chip off the old block as Mike saw it. They hosted a monthly couples’ book club and were regulars at the local golf course. Neither John nor Kelly could ever recall hearing a profane syllable escape their friends’ lips during conversation. The two couples couldn’t be more different if they tried.

  Conversation continued to flow easily through dinner until the check came. There was never any of the usual banter over the check; the couples had long ago developed a nice rhythm, and tonight was John’s turn to pick up the tab. The four walked to the door where hugs and handshakes were exchanged before they headed in the direction of their cars.

  John slid his hand down Kelly’s lower back as they walked to the car. His touch electrified her skin; She knew the anticipation that had been building all night was about to end. Kelly leaned over and kissed John quickly as he opened the door. Looking into his deep-blue eyes, she got into her seat and deftly slid her skirt up, revealing her plump, wet pussy. John felt the blood immediately rush to his cock as he closed the door and hurried to the driver’s side. He tried to play it cool getting out of the parking lot in case Mike and Tami happened to drive by, but he barely had the car in gear before Kelly leaned over from her seat and unzipped his jeans.


  His cock sprang out of the zipper as fast as Kelly unzipped it. She ran the tip of her thumb back and forth, from tip to base. “I want to put this fucking cock in my mouth,” she said in a sexy whisper. “Do you want me to suck your cock? Do you want to feel my tongue up and down your thick shaft? Maybe rub your balls while I fuck you with my mouth?” she teased.

  Kelly noticed a small drop of precum glistening on the head of John’s dick. She felt her pussy flood and her mouth water at the sight of his sweet, clear fluid. She wanted to devour every hard inch of him, but in keeping with the spirit of their game, she needed to tease a little more. She slid her right hand down to the bottom of his shaft and pulled the skin tight around the base of his cock. For a quick moment she admired her husband’s virility, then bent toward him and began the intimate act of consuming his erection.

  Kelly unbuttoned his jeans for better access, then cupped her tongue against his balls and let her lips pull them into her mouth. She softly rolled them around for a moment before releasing them and then ran her tongue up the length of his massive rod. She savored the taste of his flesh as her tongue slid up his rippled shaft. He was intoxicating and addictive. When she reached the thick head of his dick, her prize awaited. The one little sticky drop of John’s arousal was still perched so nicely at the tip, taunting her. Kelly put it to her lips, feeling its stickiness, and then rubbed it around like her very own naughty lip-gloss, created just for her. With newly glossed lips she brought her mouth up to John’s for a quick kiss. She made sure that he could taste himself on her lips and tongue before diving back down and burying his entire cock in her mouth.