Still sick, but back to frisky, well according to those around me, so it must be true. So, what does this mean? I am ready to come out and play.

Anyone wanna play?

Saturday I found a quite willing playmate. He was a good “task master,” opposite from the ones I’ve played with before. I like to consider myself a sexual shape shifter, able to play or assume different roles. I can be a dominate and control you, make you serve me, treating you like nothing, but my personal cunt licker, or I can be the submissive whore. This reminds me of the movie Crimes of Passion, one of those I saw when I was too young to fully understand, staring a hot hot Kathleen Turner. It had such memorable quotes as…
“we may run out of Pan Am coffee, but we will never run out of TWATea.”
There was also a monologue she made about what or who she could be it went something like…
” I can be your slut, your little girl, your queen, Eva Braun , your mother, your Madonna…”
Basically she could transform herself into whoever you wanted her to be. Well, to say the least this movie left quite an impression on my pre-sexual mind and body. God I use to masturbate all over the place to this frequent HBO movie.

I often think of myself as being able to be whatever and whoever you want me to be. I am sexually adaptable,  and would definitely be so if I was being paid.

I have never been paid to fuck, though fucking is never free. We pay with many aspects of ourselves, both when fucking and being fucked. There have been times when I seriously considered fucking for cash, seeing it as my only option, or times when I thought, I am doing it for free already–I may as well get paid for it. But then something would workout and the money I needed would always come from else where. Being paid to please in all those ways people want to be pleased is not far off from being a librarian. Our main goal is to serve with all the skill we have in our bones. I always felt I would make a good whore, but like an artist, when it came time to sell my work, I always ended up giving it away.

This brings me back to Saturday, when he asked me if I had a vibrating egg. My response– yes, of course, and his–
“well what are you waiting for woman, go get and put it deep inside your cunt, now.”
Yes yes yes nodding up and down.
“Yes sir, as you wish.”
because, yes, when I want– I can be your very obedient little slut.
The moment I had the vibration rumbling, he demanded
“now make your self cum before you go to work. Now!”
I knew right away that while this man was from the same compilation of short stories he was going to be a very different read, and so began my day of cumming on command.

In my temporary subservience, I make  myself cum and as a treat I filmed it for my sweet tormentor. Seven plus minute of fucking myself, asking if it was this pussy he wanted, my wetness filling the soundtrack.

Throughout my day of reference services,  emails were sent back and forth, directives, requests, flirtations of the most devious kind.
“turn the vibrator up”
I would and then I would grind my cunt into my chair feeling the egg rock from pussy to clit and back. I helped the patrons with the vibration vibrating. I could easily hear it, and I was sure that if anyone paid any attention they too could hear it, but nobody pays any attention.
“Turn it up again.”

He requested me to leave the desk and go to the bathroom to take care of my pussy willow, snapping a photo as proof. Which I did. I had now cum four times since I woke up, I was developing that pressure that seems to build in my head when I make myself cum like this, this many times. It hurts, it feel like my whole being is going to explode when I do  cum.

The next request.
“Pick a man and hit on him unscrupulously. Overly, overtly help him, bend in half show him your ass before you return to your desk, be the deliberate slut you are. Then, when you sit down, bury your fingers in your pussy again while making eye contact with him.”

This proved harder than expected, and took awhile to accomplish, it is astounding how horrid all the men became when I was required to hit on them. I was beginning to think I was not going to be able to pull of the directive. Then the cutest young Russian boy walked in. Young Russian men, with their thick accents and great taste in foreign cinema, make me wet.

As my reference line grew longer and longer I continued to ignore the rest and focused all my mental and pussy attention on the Russian, one on one library girl attention. I looked up his favorite directors, I stood and mashed my tits together while showing him how my search was conducted, I walked him back to the foreign film section, I searched the stacks for his films as I scanned I began to bend my body in half, my ass jutting out behind me, yet facing him, lower and lower finally I had to squat before him, finding his movie on the lowest shelf. As he stood there, so close,  looking down at me–I pulled the case from its home, looking up smiling, “I found it!”

His cock right at my eyes. I found it indeed, big vixen smile spread across my lips, I swear his dick was so close to me I could smell it, I wanted to reach out and stroke it, run my tongue and lips along the fabric of his jeans that was just concealing his growing branch. I continued to ignore the line of antsy patrons and helped my Russian find one more, my pussy rumbling from the egg and thumping from my excitement. The transaction had me on fire, it left me feeling high and extra flirty. My fist shoved deep between my legs as I said my final salutations to the Russian.
“is there anything else I can help you with?”

Meanwhile my screen was flashing…
“Your next instruction. Go to the bathroom, a quiet corner, wherever you can get off the fastest. Go and cum. I don’t care what you’re doing, who you’re dealing with. Pretend you’re about to throw up because you’re still sick if you have to, go to the bathroom right now and cum for me. Don’t try to prolong it, don’t be gentle — do it hard, do it fast, cum as fast as you can.”

My elevation high from serving the Russian and in mid sentence with a co-worker, I told her I would be right back. She flashed me that what the fuck look, but I didn’t care, I needed to cum again.

It felt impossible a task, my lips were puffy and used, my panties already soaked, but I did it. My legs propped, my jeans dropped. Furiously I drew out the hardest cum of the day, the whole time circling my hard clitty– I was convinced I could not do it. My head was aching, I could not catch my breath, further and further up this imaginary ladder of self fuck, faster faster, static, white noise, breath more rapid with each thrust into my cunt. ERaghhhhh ohhhh  fuck yeah, the explosion of mind and pussy flood together. It takes me some time to come down after that one.

Pulling myself together, floating down from the cloud of cum, packing the egg back between my full spent pussy lips, I drift back to the library floor.

“My final instruction is for you to drop your buzzer down to a very low setting. I want you just barely excited, but able to coast down and calm yourself for the remainder of your workday.”
“Consider it done. It is and was my pleasure.”

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