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The Strict Librarian Part 3

By

Charles E. Terrell Jr.

AKA Nightmask

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/nightmask/

The events following her first full day with Chad as her property didn't end after she'd hustled him home and brought herself to her first ever climax in the quiet of her library. Tucked into a carry back were several of the more explicit and graphic books she could find in the restricted section of the library, books she'd been brought up to reject as nasty but now called to her as they had to the young man who'd started it all up for her. Her evening hours had been filled with avid reading about things she'd never been allowed to think about before, things like what she'd already done and things she'd had no means of expressing the desire for until she read them for the first time in those forbidden books.

A night filled with erotic dreams soon followed, dreams that left her waking to a wet mess and a desire for more. Like a dam bursting she was awash with new sensations and impulses she needed to satisfy, needs to wrap within the boundaries of the rigid control she'd been brought up with until it was second nature to her. Needs that the young Chad Houston would be the full recipient of, as wrapped up in his own needs and hers as if they were one and the same.

By the time the morning came the mature lapine was eager to get the day started, her long silky black hair cascading about her shoulders and down to her waist as she hurried around her home getting ready for the day. The industry of routine helped diminish her urges somewhat, at least enough she was able to get her arousal in check and the embarrassing dampness it was causing. If that kept up though she knew she'd have to find something to prevent embarrassing stains on her pantsuit and even more embarrassing scents on the air for everyone to detect. At least she had a range of near-identical pantsuits to make use of, as she'd always found it more efficient than trying to make use of a different outfit every day.

Ms. Clarkson wasted no time dawdling around her house once she was prepared for the day. With breakfast out of the way and her fresh pantsuit cladding her hidden but delightful curves she packed up everything she needed for that day's work (and play) and padded out the door. Ever safety conscious she took time to make sure the door was securely locked after making sure no one was about, as there was a ways to the sidewalk with the way her house was set back away from it and screened by privacy fences from her surrounding neighbors.

The cool morning air was fresh and invigorating, scented as it was with the aromas of various flowering plants people had planted along the way. The lapine's tail flicked about in unconscious reflection of the delight it brought, and a bit of a bounce was in her step as well that it had never really had before. While she looked forward to getting to work and took pride in her professional devotion to her job she now had something that put a spring into her step and left her heart beating a little faster from the anticipation. In fact she had to force herself to maintain her steady pace once she came in sight of the library and saw her new slave? Pet? She wasn't sure what labels fit from what she'd read last night but knew it wasn't a traditional relationship that was forming between her and the young man.

"Good morning Ms. Clarkson," Chad greeted her, his expression having brightened from the moment he saw her approaching. There was an unfamiliar feeling of warmth inside of her when she took note of his joy in seeing her, so in contrast to the expressions she'd received from her parents. She had to dip her ears down to hide the brief flush of pink as the blood rushed into them.

"Good morning boy," she murred throatily, head dipped down so she could hide her flush by fishing the keys to the library out of her purse. She took several minutes digging around before she felt it had passed and lifted the keys out. Wouldn't do for him to see she was excited after all, had to keep things professional on the face.

"In you go boy," she said, opening the door and motioning him in ahead of her. There was something about checking him out from behind she was liking more and more whether he was naked or dressed. It was only when they were inside though and the door closed behind them that she was able to give his rear a squeeze through his tight jeans.

Ms. Clarkson found herself frankly admiring the quickness with which he started to disrobe, the young man's eagerness to please her quite satisfying in its own right. Not that she wasn't quite enjoying the view of his tan, farm-healthy body as well, as she certainly was. Her hands were quick to cup and fondle his bare backside and trace her claws lightly around the stamp still visible from the day before on his right rumpcheek.

"Such a naughty boy you are," she murred richly, right hand sliding between his cheeks and tickling at his rear entrance. "Good thing you've got me to see to it you don't get in trouble isn't it boy?"

"Yes Ms. Clarkson," he gasped out, anal ring twitching as she fingered him so intimately, his erection bouncing up and down with the beat of his heart as he tried not to squirm around too much as she toyed with him so familiarly.

"Don't slouch boy, stand up straight and lace your fingers behind your back and spread your feet a bit," she ordered, tail twitching as he quickly complied. Left hand stroking over his muscular chest she looked him over with hot purple eyes, enjoying the view as if it were the first time. She just couldn't get enough of checking out the handsome young man's body, whether with her eyes or hands or feet it was a delight to admire. The thought she might have never gotten to possess it if not for that chance encounter left a cold chill along her spine until she reminded herself that she did have him here and now and firmly in her grasp.

"Mmmm, enough of that for now," she finally said after several minutes of simply teasing her claws and the tips of her fingers one after the other into his rear and fondling his nice healthy sack up front. "Now down on all fours like a good boy, haven't got a saddle so I'll have to ride you bareback," she declared, receiving a squeak of surprise from Chad."

"Ride me, Ms. Clarkson?" he asked while he dropped down onto his hands and knees as ordered, blushing as he gazed up at her standing so regally before him.

"Yes ride you. You do want to be a good boy right?" she murred, before casually stepping over him and settling her backside onto his back near his waist. Tail flagging down over his backside he shivered as the soft black fur tickled his skin and he braced himself better to handle her weight on top of him.

"Yes Ms. Clarkson," he admitted, finding her weight on top of him such a strange feeling. It was so different than as a kid playing horse with the other kids, with the clothed lapine now looking to ride his naked body around the library.

"Good boy," she murred, clutching her legs to his sides and curling them up beneath him. Her hands came to rest on his shoulders, claws digging in lightly as she squeezed them. "Get to crawling boy, you know where I need to go on this level."

It wasn't the most comfortable way to get around Ms. Clarkson thought as Chad did his best to follow her command, but as he shifted beneath her there were other perks, not the least of which being the rubbing of her feet up against his shaft as she held her legs up tight to him so she wouldn't get any dirt on her pantsuit. It also left her rubbing into his back since she had to lean forward and hold onto her faux pony's shoulders, making it hard for her to not wet herself again. She'd have to save this for after closing in the future, left her too excited to keep from embarrassing herself otherwise.

"Oh! Your shoes hurt Ms. Clarkson," Chad whined as they approached her first stop of the morning, the luscious lapine carefully unwinding herself from him to stand with an affectionate petting of his head.

"I'll remember to remove them while I'm riding you then my boy," she reassured him, combing her fingers through his sun-bleached blond hair gently. He looked quite adorable the way he lifted his head up against her hand rubbing into it much like an affectionate animal welcoming her touch.

True to her word she slipped her shoes off when she remounted him, her bare footpaws quickly coming to rest alongside his shaft and his dangling ballsac. Not that she had problems with that, indeed as much as she loved feeling his bits against her bare feet she got to enjoy herself and have Chad thinking it was just out of concern for him. Well she'd have done it anyway since she did care about him but this made for a win-win situation all around.

The breaks helped keep her from getting too overheated at least, although the time it took for him to crawl around meant she'd never get her normal preparations done simply riding him around. Still she rode him as long as she felt was doable, unconsciously grinding her crotch into his back while her feet rubbed and toyed with his dangling bits. A few drops of precum she felt on her toes warning her she was teasing him close to the edge, too close for her to want him making a mess this early in the day.

"That's enough for now boy, clean this off my toes and go get dressed, it's almost time and I have to hurry and get things ready for the day," she murred with time running out, holding her foot up to his face until he started licking the precum off her toes, then had to gently but firmly push him off her foot when he tried to tongue-wash it as he had before.

"None of that now boy, you'll have to wait for the end of the day for that," she told him as he blinked up at her.

"Sorry Ms. Clarkson, I'll go get dressed now," he replied, embarrassed more by overstepping his bounds than anything else. As he scrambled off to get dressed she watched him disappearing down the stairs and licked her lips as she enjoyed the view.

She was still finishing up a few things when the first of the morning readers came in for the day, while Chad had to greet them and look into doing his conventional duties while they were about. It rankled a little after so many years of efficient dependability to be even a few minutes late, but she would adjust and adapt to things and wouldn't give up what she now had for anything. After giving everything into the library for so much of her life, well she deserved to have a little time for herself.

By the time lunch rolled around she decided to make another departure from her normal routine, one she was well deserving of. Normally she worked through lunch and simply stole time out for food as the day went on, not today though. Announcing she was going to close the library up come the noon hour she dug up the old 'Closed for Lunch' sign, dusted it off, and when the time came locked up for the lunch hour. Soon as she was sure everyone was out she had Chad pleasingly naked at her feet behind her desk, her bare foot rubbing up and down along his shaft.

"So how's my boy doing today?" she asked casually around bites of her sandwich, toes rolling his sac around between them. He just looked so cute on his spread knees before her like that.

"He's doing okay Ms. Clarkson," he replied, gazing up at her as he ate his own sandwich, eying her with devotion. It wasn't easy to eat with her foot playing with him and do it without interfering with what she wanted but he managed it, happy to give her something to enjoy her day with. He'd never known her to take lunch breaks before and was proud to be a reason for her to take time off for herself like this, it made him feel like a very good boy indeed.

"And how do you feel about your punishments for being a nasty boy?" she inquired, curiosity overcoming her. No better time than now to ask what he thought of things.

"Well I was a nasty boy so deserved to be punished Ms. Clarkson," he told her while he thought about the question. "And I'm really happy that you want to see to it I don't get into trouble being a nasty boy by keeping an eye on me," he added, then blushed when he leaked a spurt of precum onto her foot. "Sorry Ms. Clarkson."

"Better clean that up boy," she said, milking the rest out onto her foot before lifting it up to his lips. A smirk tugged at her muzzle and her ears twitched with amusement as she watched him promptly wash down his sandwich with his soda then start lapping away at her toes leaving her squirming a little.

"Such a good boy you are," she murred, her left foot coming up to rub at the side of his neck, caressing it gently with her toes. A smile soon tugged at her lips as he nuzzled at her foot once he had the other clean. "Hurry up with your lunch there boy we want to open up on time, and you can finish that up later."

Resting her bare feet on Chad's thighs proved a very nice way to finish out the lunch, Ms. Clarkson thought. She could when she felt like it stroke them in against his shaft or full balls and back again before she got him too excited. It was also quite relaxing having the young man's eager devotion to bask in as she ate, reducing the tensions she normally felt as she worked through the day. She didn't know how she got through the day before having him comparing how she felt just a few days ago to today.

The rest of the afternoon went uneventfully, although an influx of people near the end made closing on time impossible. If she were superstitious she'd have felt it was payback for daring to take a lunch and putting her personal desires over the library, but she wasn't and was more likely just a result of people who'd have come and gone at lunch having to come back later into the evening. Plus she could turn it around as the mess left behind gave her more time to ride around on Chad after the last visitor was certainly out the door.

He was a much better ride the second time around, now that they were both used to the idea. There was something just so hot and erotic about riding a naked young male around, especially where she worked. She could squeeze his nice firm shaft between her toes and feel the muscles rippling between her thighs and beneath her hands as he crawled around. Reading about it had nothing on actually getting to do it, and if she didn't have more she wanted to do and he'd have to get home at a reasonable hour she'd have ridden him around far longer than she did. Instead she basked in the experience as long as she could then with the library returned to its clean position parked her boy in the closed stacks where she first caught him misbehaving.

"Can you guess why we're back here boy?" she murred huskily, hands roaming over his flanks as he panted softly from the exertion of carrying the bunny around the library. The clean smell of sweat filled her nostrils and gave his skin a nice sheen in the library lighting.

"No Ms. Clarkson," he panted, shivering a bit as the cool air evaporated the sweat coating him now that he wasn't working to carry her around.

"We're going to finish your punishment up here tonight," she explained. "First though onto your back, naughty boys look so nice like that," she murred, hands pushing at him as she guided him onto his back with his legs stretched out. Once she had him on his back she straddled his waist once again, planting her curvy buns right on his bits, the tip just peeking out between her legs while her furry tail rubbed against his inner thighs.

Ms. Clarkson could see the awe Chad held her in as he gazed up at her, his rapid breathing having less to do with his exercise earlier and now more to deal with his teenaged arousal having the attractive and in control mature female on top of him. His hormones surged as she unbuttoned her vest letting her ample bosom free of its constraint, followed by her hair as she slid the hair pins out and let the luxurious black tresses spill down over her shoulders and down to her waist.

"Oh Ms. Clarkson!" he gasped out, shocked and amazed at the transformation she underwent from such simple changes. He could almost feel her sexuality as a tangible force now that she was no longer penning it up inside. Sexuality that was aimed purely at him, and blazed within her eyes.

"I gather you like what you see," she said with a smirk, hair rods dropping to the floor with a clink. While she was new to it those natural female instincts and what she'd read so far helped guide her in her teasing of her young prize. Such as cupping and stroking her breasts through her outfit while he gazed up at her raptly, plus wriggling her backside to grind playfully against his groin.

"Oh yes Ms. Clarkson!" he exclaimed, aroused beyond belief at the unexpected display.

"Well get those hands behind your head if you want more," she murred, then laughed throatily with how quickly he complained. "Such a good boy, but you're going to have to be a nasty boy to satisfy me tonight," she told him, feeling too hot to question the hastiness in what she had in mind. She didn't think he'd mind either. Scooting back she exposed his shaft which she promptly grabbed hold of with her right hand and gave a possessive squeeze.

"You know where this goes don't you boy?" she asked, the steady beat of his heart thrumming against her fingertips.

"No Ms. Clarkson," he answered with a blush.

"You should have read faster then," she told him with another smirk, squeezing him again. "It goes right here," she added, left hand patting her crotch where her mound was. "You do want to put it here don't you?"

"S-sure Ms. Clarkson, if you want me to," he stammered, even in his wildest dreams never having thought he'd get something like that.

"Well of course I do you naughty boy, we don't want you getting into trouble doing it with anyone else of course," she noted with a wink. While it wasn't too easy for him to see his eyes still managed to see enough as she brushed her fingertips over the zipper line of her pants, nimbly unfastening the top restraining button before easing the zipper down with a slow ticking of metal on metal as the links separated. Plain cotton panties soon revealed, as they had been just the night before, dampness tracing a line along the crease of her folds.

"I hope you realize how lucky you are having such an understanding adult take charge of you," she informed him, her right hand releasing his shaft to reach back to unbutton her tail snap while the left started rolling down her pants and panties together from the front. More and more of her glossy black and well-kept fur came into view, along with the treasure she'd gifted no one with in her life.

"You just lay there and leave me to do all the work and don't say a word until I give you permission to," she murred huskily to him, moving her waistband down over her backside and her pants as far as they could go while straddling him. Then scooting forward again she planted her bare buns on his shaft, soft fur and heated crease closing around it. Legs unlimbering she lifted them into the air and pulled her pants off, unveiling those well-developed limbs of her. Pure ebony fur was all that clad her that was obvious, as she sat there still dressed from the waist up in her matching top and jacket. She quickly folded them back beneath her as she made ready for the ride of her life.

Oh but Chad had no idea what to make of things! Ms. Clarkson was so gorgeous and had now even let him see her naked from the waist down, and he could feel her buns squeezing against his shaft. If he hadn't been told to hold his hands behind his head he'd have surely reached to touch her if only to feel how soft her fur was. As it was he could smell her released musk filling the air around them and the dampness that dripped onto his shaft before she wrapped her fingers around his shaft once again.

Ms. Clarkson rubbed the tip of his shaft up and down along her wet folds, stroking along the slit and coating the tip with her virgin juices. Her left hand dipped in to spread her petals slowly, revealing that inner pinkness as she lined him up with her opening. It was such a plunge into the unknown for her but she lowered herself gently onto his shaft all the same, easing him into her tight virgin passage as they joined.

It was such a tight fit, her walls fitting almost skin-tight to his throbbing shaft as it sank into her. Only the slickness of her arousal having made it possible for her to take him right to the base inside of her. Moaning softly she rested in his lap giving them both time to adjust to the newness of things, each feeling the other's heartbeat where they joined.

It hurts but it hurts so good! She thought to herself, as she felt the pain from the stretching fading to be left with the satisfying feeling of fullness his shaft brought. The itch she'd felt and had been left to deal with on her own had returned even more intense than before. Instinct took over as she started humping up and down along his member, in short thrusts at first as she felt the heat building within her. As it grew she dropped her hands to his chest, claws raking over the skin as her long lustrous tresses spilled down to drape across his skin in startling contrast to his tanned skin.

Her tail flagged up and down behind her, fanning her musk about and showing off just how aroused she was. If anyone had been about they could have seen from behind how her silky folds clung to his shaft, but instead there was only her and Chad there as they consummated their relationship. Plush furry buns jiggled and bounced off her boy's thighs whenever she came down particularly hard, a squeal of pleasure escaping her when those jolts squeezed her clit against his pubic bone.

It was so hard for Chad to not try and thrust up into her with the way she was riding him, his own instincts barely contained by her command to let him do it all. His heart raced and little welts showed on his skin where her claws had raked over his chest.

Soon she clutched at his shoulders holding on tight as she rode him harder, faster, her juices flowing liberally to coat his loins. Both were too new to things and too heated to last very long, and Ms. Clarkson's pace was generating such a delicious heated friction between them as long-suppressed needs guided her and newly surging needs guided him.

"Oh yes! Make a mess for me boy!" she cried out, clutching at him as she bounced down one last time feeling him buried deep inside of her as orgasmic fires blazed within her even hotter than she'd felt with her self-pleasuring just the day before. Her inner walls clutched and rippled around his hard maleness, forcing her juices out to soak their crotches.

Chad needed nothing more than that to climax as quietly as he could, tensing and flexing beneath her as he jetted his hot seed into her. The milking ripples of her inner recesses drawing out every drop into that thirsty passage, his chest heaving as he moaned and panted in the clutches of his release.

Only the locking of her muscles kept Ms. Clarkson from collapsing onto Chad, preserving her image of control and dominance but barely. The unfamiliar hot wash of his seed inside of her soothing the fires stirred up by the day's events. Tossing her head back she brushed her hair back out of the way once she could and back upright, still holding him inside her as she rested in his lap.

"Mmmm, you're so good being a nasty boy," she murred, voice seasoned by the simmering energies of the afterglow of their lustiness. "Just one thing left to take care of then have to send you home."

Chad looked at her curiously, still keeping quiet like she'd told him to earlier. His eyes occasionally dipped down though to look at where his member disappeared inside of her.

"Time to clean up your mess my boy," she murred right before she lifted off of him with a wet sucking noise from how snuggly joined they'd been. Completely unprepared for that he could only gaze at her disbelievingly as she worked her way forward until she could settle her well-mated sex right over his face.

"Come on now, you know what to do get to licking," she told him, claws teasing through his hair. She humped her loins at his face until he started to tentatively lick at her musky juices mixed with his seed.

Not sure what to make of it Chad dutifully licked at her puffy wet folds, face quickly coated in the mixture of their fluids as his tongue slid over her furry folds. The rich, tart flavor of her and her musk was quite intoxicating and he felt quite blessed in getting to clean up after her.

"Oooo! Not there boy, unless you want to get peed on," she gasped when his tongue probed too firmly at her urethra as he used his tongue to explore her femininity. "You're doing good otherwise boy, just keep licking," she murred, savoring that tongue-bath of her nether regions even more so than she had the cleaning of her toes by him. She almost had him tongue her orgasm again until she saw what time it was.

"Mmmm, sorry boy looks like it's getting late you'll have to wait till tomorrow to do that again," she murred, tail flicking back and forth across his chest.

"Yes Ms. Clarkson," he replied, wishing he didn't have to go home since he had to stop making her happy even if just until tomorrow. He'd never had any girl act so glad to have him around or so enjoy his attention before and wanted to always make her glad for having him around.

"Such a good boy you are," she praised him, lifting herself up and looking pleased at the fine job he did, although she did a bit of drying off using a handkerchief she carried in her vest. She chuckled a little as she saw Chad checking out her backside while waiting for her to dress first and gave him a saucy flick of her tail. "Get up boy and clean yourself off, we don't want anyone wondering what you're up to staying here too late."

"Yes Ms. Clarkson," he quickly agreed, not wanting to risk anything possibly ending his service to her now that it had begun.

Ms. Clarkson was glad it didn't take long for her to dress; she had plenty of time to watch Chad cleaning up and later dressing downstairs. A smile tugged at her lips when she saw her stamp still on his backside, although noted she should refresh it with a fresh stamp tomorrow. When he was done she padded over and motioned him to bend down enough for her to pat him on the head affectionately.

"You've been a very good boy tonight Chad, I'm very pleased with you," she murred, smiling.

"Thank you Ms. Clarkson, I'm glad I made you happy," he replied, still able to blush from the praise even if he's gotten over blushing being naked and doing the other things for her.

"See you tomorrow then my boy," she reminded him as he preceded her out the door and she followed him out and locked up for the night.