Hot Pegging Session: Curvy English Librarian Takes Control

Hot pegging session is the fine you pay for overdue books.

 

You know that look you get from the librarian when you present your overdue books at the desk? Well, let me tell you – unless you want to pay with your arse, you’d better not return them late to MY library.  That’s what Callum did and he got a hot pegging session whether he wanted it or not.  You see I’m a VERY strict librarian.  Of course, I am – I’m English!

I’m that archetypal librarian.  You know the kind: specs on the edge of my nose, hair up, that haughty look as if you’re far too unworthy to step foot in MY library. But I’m a librarian with a twist – my curvy sexy body is most often swathed in the most tight-fitting pencil skirt you’ve ever seen.  It’s so tight it actually beggars belief that it hasn’t burst at the seams while trying to contain my curvy thighs, hips, and that delicious arse of mine. Sometimes I wear sheer black stockings or hold-ups. And sometimes I throw caution to the wind and go bare-legged. A pristine white silk blouse fits snugly and you can tell if there’s a chill in the air. Get the picture?  Of course, you do…

A hot pegging session is the last thing on my mind as I prepare for a heavy day of cataloguing. 

And then in he walks.  Callum.  He catches my eye immediately. Tall, handsome and with a glint in his eye.  I can almost feel myself blush… something I don’t often do. And then he utters those words. Those filthy disgusting words no librarian ever wants to hear. But then, I’m not your average librarian…

“I’m sorry, but these books are overdue”, Callum says in his smooth Irish lilt.  I stare at him, my nipples starting to push against my silk blouse, my pussy starting to moisten. 

The assistant librarians all hold their hands to their mouths and gasp.  They don’t know what goes on in my office other than the noises they hear and the fleeting glance of the poor souls as they hurry away after paying their fine.  Maybe it’s best they don’t know.

“Overdue…?  Did you say OVERDUE?” Callum apologises and I give him a look that makes him feel like he’s back standing terrified in front of Father O’Brien at his Catholic school.  But a look that also makes his cock twitch.  “Hmmm… Stud: Adventures In Breeding and Thoroughbred Yearling Selection.  I might have known!” I say as a slight smirk appears on my otherwise stern face. Then I demand he follows me.  He has a fine to pay!

I lock the door and prepare for a hot pegging session.

“This tardiness will cost you dear”, I tell the handsome Irishman standing before me.  He’s totally oblivious to my intentions as he takes out his credit card and offers it to me. I throw my head back in a sexy but wicked laugh and lick my lips.  He’s confused, but there’s no hiding the bulge in his pants.  

I demand he stands against the wall and he starts to tell me how ridiculous I’m being but his words fail.  He has a raging hard-on and is putty in my well-manicured hands. “Don’t fucking move! Do you understand?”  But he clearly doesn’t understand and it takes a few bitch slaps, my hand around his throat and a squeeze of his balls to finally bring him in line. He stutters and finally mumbles “Yes Mistress, I’m sorry.  I won’t be late again”, as he submits. 

I blindfold him and push my wet panties in his mouth. Then I peel down my tight skirt and throw off my silk blouse.  I’m wearing nothing but my stiletto heels and 10-inch strap-on. Black to match the shoes.  The straps frame my peachy bottom to full splendour. 

No words are spoken. 

He knows his place.  I kick his legs apart and press my voluptuous body against his back. I bite his neck a little and tell him he’s mine now. I’m as turned on as he is as I drag my nails down his back and then reach around the front to feel his cock, dripping with pre-cum.  It’s time…

I wipe some of my pussy juice over his arsehole and without any warning I thrust deep.  Impaling him on my plastic cock, I fuck him hard and deep.  The sodden panties in his mouth do little to stifle his screams and then moans of pleasure as he accepts his destiny.  One final thrust brings us both to the edge… but then I stop.  It would be too easy. So I make that little Irish bitch get on his knees and lick my tight English pussy until I squirt straight into his face. 

He begs to cum.  And I let him – eventually.  I don’t often let these wretches cum in my mouth.  But this one’s different.  I slide an ice cube up his arse to soothe the pain. After all, I like my Bailey’s on the rocks…

Sound like he got away easily with that fine? Hmm… the next guy didn’t fare so good! Find out what he had to endure and see if it’s YOUR destiny to be my bitch. Pegging male bitches is my forte. Call me now and enjoy amazing phone sex with your favourite English Mistress.

EMILY

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