Sex in the Library! Nerdy Slut Gets Naughty Between The Stacks

College is a time for wild fun and experimentation – and this nerdy naughty slut enjoyed every moment!

Sex in the library is one of the naughtiest sexual hobbies I enjoyed during my wild college years. I have lots of kinks. That should be no surprise to you by now. And aside from a fondness for seducing unlikely and unexpected partners, I also love public sex. Exhibitionist? Who me? LOL. Oh, yes.

You see, the risk of discovery while having sex in the library is such a turn-on. You’re technically out of sight, sure. But someone might hear you. Trying to stay quiet, moans swallowed by delving tongues and the palm of a hand. Biting a lip to silence a gasp. Rushed and exciting, frantic joining of bodies. It’s so very… climactic. This is how I came to discover a love for sex in the library. Obviously, I’m a nerd. I love the act of sneaking between the stacks of books. Also, there is something about stolen moments of passion in dark corners of the library. Leather couches that warm to your body temperature, perfect for a sneaky self-pleasure session.

I couldn’t help myself. All throughout college, this nerdy slut loved having sex in the library.

My college job was working as a research tutor at the library. Of course, that meant spending long hours there, often late into the night. I practically lived there, both due to my own coursework, and helping others with their research needs. Not surprisingly, those weren’t the only “needs” I found that required my attention. Honestly, what they needed was this wild nerdy slut giving them sex in the library! And so it turned out that sex and studying go hand in hand just beautifully. I’ve always been very kinky and sex friendly. Also, I love a diverse group of partners. Luckily for me, offering my “services” to professors and students gave me just that.

For one thing, these men and boys craved attention and satisfaction… Especially the shy and nerdy ones and the tight-laced professors. In spite of their blemish-free reputations, girlfriends or wives, stresses or deadlines, I always knew what they needed. Clearly, what they really wanted was for me to seduce them into having sex in the library. Furthermore, once they were under my seductive spell, I wouldn’t take no for an answer.

What these men craved was a smart and sexy little coed with a generous side of sluttiness.

Indeed, I considered myself the sensual saving grace of the intimacy-starved boys and men of our college. Indeed, I fancied myself a nerdy erotic pleasure fairy. There I went, in my bouncing skirts, sprinkling sex in the library over my lucky chosen ones with a seductive smile of invitation.

In particular, I’m thinking of that shy first-year professor pushing himself to get published for the first time. I was a sophomore, he was new first-year faculty. In this case, he spent too many hours burning the midnight oil stressing over his research. You see, he was being mentored by a particularly domineering Poly Sci department head. The pressure to get his paper complete and published was unbearable. Of course, the poor guy was in a tough spot, and I had to help. First, sex in the library was the best stress relief. One night, he asked me for help finding a particular article. After an hour of searching, he had to admit he needed help. Once I found it in our paper journals, I made a show of helping him review the citations personally. It gave me the perfect chance to help him relax. *wink*

I was a succubus in the stacks, shrouded in the mysteries of peer review, tempting men with sex in the library!

Of course, once we were settled at a table in one of the research areas in the library’s basement, I started to flirt with my soon-to-be first-year fuck toy. I’d laid the groundwork over several weeks. First, it was extra eye contact, looking up at him from under my dark lashes. Next, letting our thighs brush against one another’s. Asking if he had a girlfriend (he didn’t). Then, finally leaning over him to point something out on the page so my breasts “accidentally” brushed over his arm.

By this night, he was primed for sex in the library. But my first year was stressed out. Totally overwhelmed by the pressure. He needed the sweet and sexy college girl to make him forget all about his upcoming deadline. Certainly, he was shocked when I reached into his lap and began to excite him. Of course, being so sweet, he protested when I slipped my hand into the zipper, into his boxers, and began to stroke his cock with my soft hand.

Turning him on, and watching his reactions, made me so horny! I was beyond dripping wet. I loved being the one to tempt him into naughtiness, knowing that when we were done he’d be satisfied, calm, relaxed, and ready to focus. Finally, I slipped below the table and pleasured him with my tongue and mouth.

There is something so powerful, so satisfying, about making a man succumb – and cum – when he wasn’t expecting it!

First-year groaned quietly as I licked and sucked him into a powerful orgasm. Even better, I fingered myself while I did it. I couldn’t help myself. The whole experience was so erotic! When he blew his load, I orgasmed all over my fingers.

Of course, he was floating on cloud nine when I crawled out from under the table, the taste of him still on my lips. Even better, I later took “special care” of his mentor, too. Just fulfilling my sex in the library duties, and making sure my first-year sweetie was in a better mood. Less pressure from the Department Head, and more time to play! Now I had both of them to please, tease and enjoy!

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