The Librarian

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The college library was a massive building with massive laminated floors. Everything was a shade of brown outside of the multicolored books on the bookcases.

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The motion of her red stiletto’s hitting the wooden floors reverbed around the building. Anyone who heard her approach fell rather silent. The murmuring faded away. Marianne Solana was a the head librarian here. But she didn’t look like it, so she had to compensate by being a hardass.

In fact, she could best be described as a porn star’s impresonation of a librarian. A thin waist, strongly contrasted by DD-cup breasts wrapped in an office outfit. Her face was flawless, her straight black hair reaching half way on her face. Her thick red rimmed glasses were so sharp you could poke someone’s eye out with the corners. Not to mention the fact that she was two meters tall. Big Red, as everyone called her behind her back, was big trouble for anyone making a mess. Her looks surely could kill. She was wearing a white shirt, a tight pencil miniskirt, and a garter belt with stockings.

“Nathaniel Redborne. I can see you placing your gum underneath that table. Pull it off and clean it up or I will have you fined for twenty-five dollars.” Nathaniel had considered himself safe since he was sitting quite a few tables away from where she walked but he immediately jumped to attention to remove his gum right away. A few of his friends giggled but Marianne’s glare caused them to be quiet.

“Silence in the library, please. If you must talk…do so quietly.”

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The noise faded away as Marianne returned to the main information desk, taking care of some of her administrative duties. She sat down at her desk and resumed work, her eyes occasionally darting left to right to check if everything was still going on fine. Marianne adored the power she held in her domain. To whip someone into silence with a look and a reputation felt great.

Speaking of which. Her again. Sandra Bovenheart. Or as everyone called her, Sleeping Sandra. Everyone know why that void of intelligence was here. She slept her way to college, and when she was done here, she’d sleep her way through the rest of her life until she got old and ugly too.

Blonde. Bimbo-tier proportions (though of a lesser degree then Marianne’s. Too much fake orange tan, constantly on her phone. Her blond hair in in a tight knot on the back and her blue-toned outfit was so skimpy it was just a few steps above a beach outfit. She carried a book in her hand that seemed pretty ragged.

Marianne hated her. Hated, hated, hated her. Her face got even sourer then usual as the brainless one approached.

“Oh haiiii. Merry, Merry, I’ve got some book problems and I need your help.” She leaned forward pressing her breasts against the information kiosk.

“What is it now, Sandra?”

“Well I was studying for class and I spilled all my super-deluxe-milk-latte-with-freshly-ground-beans allll over this book here.” She handed over the soggy mess of something that used to be a book.

“That’s going to cost you. A lot. I’ll double the fine for your utter lack of respect for this library. Walking in here dressed like that.” Marianne motioned at Sandra’s uncovered belly. “Now I need to go to my office and figure out how much this priceless book would be worth.

Marianne walked to her office with a grumpy look on her face and shut the door behind her. It was unlocked. No one dared walk in there on the threat of being yelled at or even banned from the library. She hated Sandra so much…she had to fuck her. Her self control, tightly wound as possible, lapsed and immediately a massive bulge appeared under her skirt. She lifted it up with a teasing smile and a massive set of cock and balls appeared from underneath. Grasping it firmly with both hands, she began jacking off. To the left of her were some tissues for cleaning it up when she was done masturbating. She moaned gently, her mouth falling open as her mind dreamed about banging Sandra into submission.

“Ehm, helloooo.” Sandra herself entered the room, looking to the left and seeing the sight of the hard ass, tightly wound Marianne jacking off her mysterious cock.

“Oh my gosh that’s hot.” Marianne freaked out, quickly pushing her cock underneath her skirt. It still made quite a bulge as Marianne slipped past Sandra and closed the door, locking it shut.

‘So you’re like, secretly a man. Oh that’s hot. Like, a woman with a penis, is so.”

“Shut it! If you ever tell anyone, I’ll make your life a living hell, you understand you brainless slut.”

Rather then be intimidated, Sandra just seemed very aroused by it all. “Go on, let me suck that beauty between your legs, Marianne. She approached Marianne who was now standing behind her desk and got down on her feet, his glossy red lips pressing against Marianne’s bulge. She pulled up the skirt and freed Marianne’s erection, pouncing on it immediately. With an expert ease she pushed all the way to the balls before giving Marianne the blow job of a lifetime.

Marianne had easily slipped back into character. She wasn’t going to know…and she was giving her everything she wanted. “All right, I’ll let you, but you’d best be quiet. Shush.” Sandra looked up, her face already covered in a bit of pre as she nodded. “We’ll consider this…volunteer work at the library and I’ll just scrap the fine for now. You’re such a terrible slut.

“I need you…inside me.” Sandra pulled back for a bit. “Sit on your desk, let me ride you, please.”

“Very well.” Marianne took a moment to undress fully, and Sandra followed suit. Like inspecting a piece of meat she poked and prodded Sandra.

“Shouldn’t you lock the door?”

“No one is stupid enough to dare walk into MY room outside of your brainless face.”

“Ooh, more sexy conversations. Keep it up.” Marianne sat down into her well built wooden chair, her face still looking equally unimpressed and annoyed. Sandra, being the obvious girl she was merely walked over and lowered her dripping vagina onto Marianne’s meat with a smile on her face.

“Oh, that’s good. That’s amazing!” As she began riding Marianne her girlish moans increased more and more, her breasts flopping about wildly. Marianne at one point just put her hand over her mouth and motioned her to stop.

“Hold on, and be quiet.” Marianne pushed her off for a moment and reached in her desk.

“What, what did I do?”

“Get over here.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay whatmmfmmfm.” Marianne immediately put the ball gag in her mouth, wrapped it around her head and locked it in place. “Silence in the library, you vapid slut!”

She pushed Sandra against her desk, her anus open and exposed as she sought to regain her posture. With a smirk on her face that Sandra couldn’t see Marianne pushed in side, immediately penetrating her ass quickly. Sandra’s squirms and moans were severely muffled and Marianne reached for her hair and pulled her close.

“This is what you get for ruining my library with your mere presence.” She whispered in her ear. Sandra now used one hand to keep stable while her other was fingering herself as this entire encounter had turned supremely erotic. Harder and deeper Marianne pushed into Sandra’s rear, feeling already some tension beginning to build down below. She was going to cum soon and she loved it. Marianne’s annoyed looks and dominant stare had now been changed into a wide playful smile as she was pounding Sandra’s behind wildly. Her own breasts shook with every motion and her one free hand was rubbing and squeezing one of her nipples.

Marianne came, and so did Sandra. One filled up the other’s rear, while the other splattered her vaginal juices all over over Marianne’s desk. Sandra collapsed forward, enjoying the silent afterglow as Marianne continued to relentlessly fuck her during and after ejaculation until cum spilled from the sides of Sandra’s anus.

Marianne put herself deeply inside Sandra and used both hands (and her dick) to press Sandra into place.

“Now, here’s the rules. You’re not going to tell anyone of this meeting, or my secret. I’ll make sure you won’t have to pay that fine…and you will be assigned to “private tutoring sessions” with me, in my office alone, where have I’ll fuck you like the desperate slut you are. If you don’t agree to this I will find every way possible to make your life a living hell. Am I clear?”

“mmmhm.”

“Good. Clean yourself up, get dressed, and get the hell out of my office. I’ll be in touch.

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Marianne opened her front door with her keys. The cold, sour look on her face seemed to fade as she entered her own house. The best way to describe the way she peeked from behind her glasses was one of smugness and absolute confidence.

“I’m home, slave!”

As she did, another woman entered the room. A smart observer would have noticed that in fact, this woman had the exact same proportions as Marianne did, yet her face was different. An even smarter observer would’ve spotted the look in her eyes that was just slightly off…almost as if she wasn’t there. Her face was one of younger girl with blue eyes and dark brown hair that was quite loose. She smiled warmly. Her outfit was that of a stereotypical French maid with a lot of skin shown.

“Welcome, master. I have done everything that you have asked of me today.”

As Marianne closed the door behind her, she looked at her slave and smiled. “Take off your face, slave.”

“Yes Master.” The young girl nodded as she reached under her neck beginning to tug and pull. Then suddenly the skin parted underneath as more and more of the young girl’s face gave away. Underneath was…Marianne Solana.

Seeing her twin appear, Marianne reached behind her back pulling off her heair one one swing, and revealing the zipper underneath. She pulled the zipper down…revealing a collage age white guy with a buzz cut underneath. Marianne’s face collapsed forward and lay against her breasts.

“I can’t believe how easy it was to replace you, you bitch. It was only a matter of time before I broke you down with hypnosis while you sat hogtied in your own closet. I always wanted to be feared in some way, to hold much power in a small domain. You were the easiest…and sexiest way to do it.” Connor laughed loudly as he used his feminine hands to free his dick from beneath his skirt. Afterwards he liberated his breasts and began playing with them.

“Suck me dry, slave.”

“Yes master.”

Marianne got on her knees and began to serve her master properly. Connor smiled as he pulled up Marianne’s face over his own once again, pulling up the zipper and putting her hair back in place.

“It sure feels good to be the original Marianne.” She laughed as the actual original continued to go deep on her, like a good mindless servant.