The Devil’s Librarian

The next morning, Chanel woke early. Gary had returned at dawn and was already asleep. So once again, she couldn't speak to him before leaving for work. In the kitchen, she prepared meals and snacks for the day. She packed a few things separately for Bolt, including two cupcakes, one vanilla and one chocolate. In an extra bag she placed a bedcover, a thin blanket, and a pillow. She wanted to make his stay more comfortable. She didn't forget to keep some cupcakes on the kitchen counter for her husband too.

She wore a pastel-colored blouse. Her breasts were modest but they were big enough to fill a fitting blouse well. She chose a black, midi-length skirt that matched with the top. After dressing up she hurried to the library, hoping to arrive before Tony did. She had to check how Bolt was doing and how was last night. When she entered the archive room, she found he had gathered more books and was reading with quiet focus. This time, he wasn't wearing his t-shirt. His chiseled body was on full display. Chanel took a moment to silently admire his physique. When he noticed her, he moved quickly to put the shirt back on. But she stopped him gently, and told him to stay comfortable. He said that the room had gotten too hot, and since the window wouldn't open, he had to take it off to cool down.

When Chanel told that she had brought lunch and cupcakes for him, a tear gathered at the corner of his eye. Unlike his reading, he wasn't pretending this time. He said no one had ever shown him that kind of care in his entire life. Chanel took out a cupcake and offered it to him. He leaned in and took a bite directly from her hand. For a moment, she was caught off guard. But then continued feeding him, sensing how much it meant to him. Soon, she even liked doing it for him. Her eyes moved to the line of sweat that was slowly sliding down his well-built chest.

Then Bolt looked up at her and gently asked, "Would it be asking too much if I requested you to have lunch with me today?"

Chanel felt a sense of purpose, of being useful to someone in a way that mattered. Something stirred inside of her. But outside, she just smiled softly and said, "I would love to have lunch with you."

Back at her desk, Chanel shyly realized that she was actually waiting for lunchtime. Right at noon, she brought Bolt a spare cooler fan she had found in the library's storage. She told Tony she had some work remaining in the archive room. So she would take her lunch break there and finish the task. Meanwhile, Bolt had a surprise for her, too. He made a paper flower, folded from scrap paper in the archive.

"I couldn't do more than this," he said, holding it out to her. "But I wish I could. I've been waiting for this hour, just to see you again."

This time, it was Chanel's turn to get her eyes wet. She hid her reaction behind a smile and said softly, "I'm happy to be here. And this flower... it means a lot to me, I swear."

They had lunch together, and Bolt asked her about her job to keep the conversation going. He praised her cooking more than once. He mentioned, he hadn't had anything this good in a long time. And his devouring proved his claim. With a grin, he added that he ate the second cupcake before she even made it downstairs that morning.

Chanel went back to work with a quiet happiness growing in her heart. Every small thing she did for Bolt didn't go unnoticed. He appreciated each act with sincere attention. His admiration warmed her more than she expected. After lunch, she greeted the readers with a brighter smile and offered help with a little more warmth. As soon as Tony left in the evening, she almost ran to Bolt to talk to him. She was in no hurry to finish the chat anytime soon. At one point, Bolt said, "It gets hot in here with the windows shut. Is there a bathroom where I could take a shower?"

Chanel remembered that this building used to be the city's town center at first. Later it was renovated into the public library. There was still an old shower room at the farthest corner of the archive. She said he could use it whenever he wanted. And immediately she went to the stockroom to get him a towel.

When she returned, she looked around but didn't see him anywhere. With a towel in hand, she walked quietly toward the shower room. In the quiet of the far-off corner, she heard the faint sound of running water. She hadn't expected him to start showering right away. The door was slightly ajar, letting steam drift into the hallway. A chair stood nearby. She could have easily left the towel and walked away. But the narrow opening beckoned her with curiosity.

Bolt's muscular charcoal body was full on display through the gap. Water cascaded through his sculpted chest and down below. Her eyes wandered downward, and she gasped at the sight. It was his enormous manhood that truly captured her attention. A lengthy and proud organ, dark like a rich, velvety chocolate. Her heart raced, and her cheeks turned red as she stared. She couldn't take her eyes away from the sheer size and beauty of his man organ. She couldn't help but feel a strange mix of awe and arousal.

His eyes met hers through the mirror. Instead of embarrassment, his eyes had the fiery gaze of a predator. He smirked, and in a swift motion, he pulled her into the shower stall. The water hit her and soaked her clothes, making them stick to her skin and show the contours of her body underneath. His strong arms encircled her waist, and his lips reached for hers. Chanel, either because of the quickness of the situation or because she was unable to exert self-control, gave in to the luring invitation. His tongue danced with hers as the water fell around them.

His kisses went down her neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps. She moaned, her hands finding their way to his broad shoulders for support. Before she could fully understand what was happening, Bolt unbuttoned her blouse. With another quick, practiced move, he unhooked her bra. Her round breasts fall into his waiting hands. She was slim, but not as thin as a model. She had a soft curve at her waist and a little roundness in her arms. All those gave her a natural, lived-in beauty. He took a moment to appreciate the sight. Then he cupped and massaged her breasts. His touch was gentle yet firm. His thumbs grazed her sensitive nipples. The two bodies with contrasting colors blended under the water.

Bolt slid his hands down her back and unzipped her skirt while kissing her. The garment fell to her ankles. His hands caressed the globes of her ass. She could feel his cock throbbing, which pressed against her stomach. Her hips are proportionate and shapely, giving her a feminine silhouette. while her thighs carry a hint of softness that complements her overall form. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her underwear, tugging them down. Her thighs are a little soft, which makes her body look even better. He grabbed the waistband of her underwear with his thumbs and pulled them down. Without a moment's hesitation, Chanel stepped out of her linen. Her body was warm, loving and unmistakably real. She was standing in front of a man, without a thread, whom she met just yesterday.

His voice was a low rumble as he whispered, "Wow! You are beautiful, Chanel?"

She couldn't recall the last time someone said something so nice to her. She felt more alive than she ever had before. She jumped up to kiss him again. Bolt spun her around and hugged her from behind. The gentle curve of her back carried both elegance and comfort. He parted her legs and ran his fingers over her wetness. She felt his fingers dance around her wetness, teased her entrance, then plunged inside. The sensation sent ripples of pleasure through her soft tunnel. Chanel bit her lip when she felt his hot breath on her skin. He kissed her neck, and her knees got weak. His tongue ran along her spine. She pushed back against him, silently begging for more, and he obliged. His moving fingers had her hips rocking in a rhythm.

"You're so wet for me, Chanel," His whisper entered her ears as a seductive wave.

He turned her around to kiss her once again. Chanel's legs wobbled as Bolt's touch grew stronger. He took advantage of her momentary weakness, and gently pushed her down to her knees. His cock, which was now fully erect and covered in water droplets, was right in front of her. It was much bigger than anything she had ever seen, and it was full of youth and strength. The veins ran through his superior organ like raging rivers. She stared at it with awe and thrill for a while.

"Oh, what a nice dick," came out like an involuntary whisper. She reached out and wrapped her small hand around its thick base. The contrasting colors created a wonder that felt almost unreal. His massive scrotum looked at her like an angry dark monster.

Unable to determine how else to appreciate the virile manhood, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth. The tip of his cock slid over her tongue. A soft moan escaped her, because of the enormous size of the tool. Chanel felt he grew even harder in her mouth. Bolt's fingers ran through her dark blonde hair to help her mouth glide along his length. He was so large that she could barely fit half of him in. But she was determined to return the favor he just gave her. She bobbed her head back and forth. The taste of him made her want for more. Her tongue brushed over his huge balls, and lapped the creases with long, slow strokes.

After some thorough mouthplay, Bolt made her stand on her feet. It was time for the main course. She wondered if she could handle it all. He read the dread in her eyes and whispered, "Trust me, baby." Then kissed her again. She felt his cock nudging against her opening. He turned her around and bent her against the wall. She tensed up. But he was patient, and waited until she relaxed. Then gently pushed his rod into her. It was a feeling she had never felt before: stretching, filling, overwhelming. Yet she didn't want him to stop. Bolt's grip on her hips was firm. His strokes were slow at first but quickly gained pace. The water from the shower kept falling on them. The drizzling sound of the shower mixed with the slapping sounds of his thrusts. Chanel's eyes rolled back in her head as she screamed.

He turned her around again to face him and lifted her on his lap effortlessly. He placed her on his lap and wrapped his powerful arms around her thighs to hold her tight. His brutal cock slowly thrusted into her. Her gasp was keen and hungry. Her legs clamped each behind his back. She rocked herself along his shaft. Her nails clawed into his shoulders as he filled her up completely. She couldn't believe how strong he was. Bolt's hold got tighter, and his fingers dug into her butt cheeks. He went deeper inside and grunted in her ear, "Take it all." Waves of pleasure washed over her body. She kept moaning his name like a prayer. The sound was torn between pleasure and surrender. Her climax hit too sharply, and blurred her vision. Her pussy muscles were so tight that they milked his cock while she shook frantically. Hot cum flooded inside her hole and overflowed outside. His release came down her ass cheeks in a thin stream. She stayed impaled, clutching him with both hands. His rod was still hard inside her, throbbing and shooting jets of sperm. Neither of them moved, and both were breathing hard.

Bolt carefully put her down on the floor after turning off the water. Chanel sat on the wet floor. Her legs were trembling beneath her. She looked at her pussy. It looked like it was storm-ravaged. Her pussy mouth was still swollen and parted, with thick cum leaking out from inside. Never ever in her life, her pussy was so vigorously destroyed, nor did she know sex could bring such ecstasy.

"Thank you, dear," she said. Her breathing was gradually coming to normal. She looked up at him and saw that his cock was still in its glorious form. A thin line of his seed stuck at the tip. She put a gentle kiss on the tip of his cock. Then slurped the cum stuck to it and swallowed every drop. She was surprised at her lack of inhibition around him. This was the first time she swallowed cum but it came so naturally to her. His jizz carried a sharp, salty taste but she liked it. It was a gentle reward for giving her the best orgasm of her life. She licked the whole length of his cock and glistened it with her saliva. Bolt helped her stand up on her feet. She caught a streak of cum that slipped from her pussy with her fingers. Then put them into her mouth, and licked them clean with a wink at Bolt. The typically calm Chanel, now had a lively spark in her eyes. All because of the wild time they had together.

Suddenly, she remembered how soaked her clothes were. How was she supposed to go home like this? Bolt took each garment in hand one after another, including the towel she had brought. Then he carefully twisted them to squeeze the water out. Her clothes were still damp but no longer dripping. His strength served her once again. He dried her body and hair with surprising care. Chanel couldn't help but appreciate the generosity. Then it was her turn to return the favor by helping him dry up. Her hands came forth tenderly once more to touch him. The lovers came back to the archive room. Bolt laid out her clothes in front of the cooler, making sure they'd dry as quickly as possible.

A sudden embarrassment captured Chanel. She came to face the fact that she just had sex with a guy she hardly knew. Now she is sitting in front of him, completely naked.

"You have no idea what it means to be touched by someone like you. Someone who actually matters. For the first time, I felt like I was worth something," Bolt said, sensing her hesitation. His voice sounded soothing again, like it was dipped in velvet.

Chanel's expression softened. "It's been a long time since I felt like a woman," she admitted. "I didn't realize how deeply I had buried that part of myself."

By that time, most of her garments had dried, although they were still a little wet. She put them back on, except for the panties. They were still too moist to wear. The two lovers kissed, said goodbye, and promised to see each other again the next morning. Chanel felt a thrill driving back in the fading light. Her damp clothes stuck to her skin, and not wearing any underwear made the moment feel naughty. She giggled softly to herself, not knowing if it was the thrill of what she was doing, or the euphoria of sex, or who knows, of being loved.

Before heading home, Chanel did something she never would have dared in her usual self. She went shopping in her damp clothes, without panties. The skirt, clinging to her skin, revealed the outline of her ass. A few younger boys stole glances at her. But she was too happy to worry about it. She picked up a folded mattress and a few daily necessary items for Bolt. She also chose some soft shorts and pajamas. Guessing his size was a bit of a challenge though, but she relied on her memory and her hands.

When she arrived home, Gary was gone again. But not for fishing tonight, he hadn't taken his gear with him. He might come back around midnight. She spotted the cupcakes on the kitchen counter, still sitting in the same corner. Gary didn't even see them. He never made her feel wrong. He just didn't notice when her light began to fade.

While changing out of her damp clothes, Chanel paused in front of the mirror, standing there completely naked. Her eyes moved slowly over her reflection. For the first time in a million years, she felt confidence in her own femininity. Her gaze moved toward her pubic area. Bolt's cum still seeped from her pussy in a slow, thin stream. She giggled at the sight, didn't wipe it off. She slipped into a housecoat without any underwear and got into bed. She had vivid thoughts about the day, Bolt, and what would happen tomorrow. She found herself giggling every now and then for no clear reason. It took her a while before she finally drifted off to sleep.