It's four o'clock in the afternoon and I'm studying on the top floor of the library. It's late June and the library doesn't have air conditioning, so I'm sweating profusely, almost panting as I pour over the pages of some ridiculous text for summer school classes. Every few minutes my eyes lose focus and I think fuck it's hot in here and I stare off into middle distance for awhile before snapping back to the text.
I don't know why I decided today would be a good day to study here. I've got a comprehensive exam in a couple of months, but I'm the only one up here. It's quiet and all of the heat from the rest of the library is traveling up to the top floor and it's beginning to feel like I'm being slowly baked. I feel as if every inch of my body is slick with sweat, the folds under my chubby tits being particularly moist in this summer heatwave.
I glance around the large, musty room to make sure no other people have climbed the stairs to join me in the area. Seeing no one, I lean back in my chair, lifting my belly up, and unbutton my jeans, sliding the zipper down, and exposing my tight, lacy black panties to the relatively cooler air of the room. My smooth balls are sweaty in my slutty little panties and my thick thighs are sticking together due to the wetness between my legs. Under my black Incubus tee shirt I'm wearing a lacy padded black bra that lift up my chubby tits, pushing them together just the way I like them. I slide the front of the shirt up and over my head, letting my belly and tits feel the coolness of the air unconfined by the fabric. Just a few minutes of this, I think, then back to work.
Closing my eyes , I lean back in the chair, thinking about the air conditioner just waiting for me back at my apartment. I start to rub my right breast through the cup of the bra, hardening up my nipple. I could stand right in front of it in my lingerie and let the air whoosh over me. I move my right hand down my smooth belly, rubbing quickly on my belly button, before traveling down the rest of the way to my panties. My legs come easily apart as my finger grazes the soft material sitting on top of my hardening cock, then slips past and runs along my lumpy testicles and down deep between my thighs.
I'm at the point where I begin to think about zipping myself up and getting back to my reading when a shout startles me. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" I jerk upright in my chair and slide my shirt back over my head, but it's too late. I see an older man in a custodian's uniform coming toward me. The man is not unattractive, probably in his late forties at most, and he's sporting a close cropped haircut and a grimace as he nears me.
"Sorry," I start, "it's just so hot in here. I needed a little cool air."
"I'll bet you did, but that's no excuse for touching yourself like a slut."
I was surprised at his use of the word slut, but I didn't argue with him. "Well, it was already out and everything, it only felt natural, plus there was no one around anyway. You're not gonna tell anyone, are you?"
"That depends on what you're willing to do for me, boy," he said, then chuckled. "Boy? Ha, with tits like those, and with that slutty bra, you barely qualify, more bitch than anything."
I stood up to try to meet with him on eye level, forgetting that my pants were unzipped, and as I gained my feet, they dropped down to my knees, making it even more obvious that I was wearing black panties to match the bra he's so clearly noticed already. Even worse, my cock was still hard, partly from before when I was touching myself and partly from the way this man was treating me, and all four inches were poking the fabric of the panties out, extending from under my chubby belly. The man reached forward and grabbed my tiny cock through my panties, sliding his hand to the underside and gripping my balls.
"This making you hard, bitch?" he asked, and I only nodded. "Answer me when I ask you a question!" He tightened his grip on my testicles, making my eyes water.
"Yes, yes I like it," I whispered.
"I knew you did. Pull up your pants and come with me, slut."
I knew better than to argue with him, so I gathered my jeans and, sucking in my stomach, buttoned the pants. I didn't bother with the belt or the zipper since I figured we wouldn't be gong far, and was surprised when he stopped in front of a large elevator and used a key to call it to our floor. It must be a service elevator of some kind, I thought, though I couldn't imagine what large items would need to moved so often in a library. Maybe it's just there in case they have to move some bookshelves?
The doors opened and the man stepped inside. I followed quickly and moved to the back wall, leaning against the railing. The man hit the button that said B and we moved downward. The doors opened and I noticed by the unfinished walls and poor, fluorescent lighting that we were likely in some kind of storage area. The man and I exited the elevator and I was relieved to feel that it was about 20 degrees cooler here than upstairs.
"Strip, bitch," the man said, his eyes full of lust, and more than a little angry. I didn't want to make him mad, so I complied. I lifted the Incubus tee shirt over my head and started to undo the bra when he said, "No, leave the slut gear. Just your regular clothes."
I shrugged, and undid the button to my pants, used my feet to pull off my shoes and socks, and stood before him. I didn't know what to do next, so I just sort of stood there for a moment while he gazed at me, taking all of me in. "Turn around for me once," he said, and I did, waggling my chubby ass at him while I did. Once I was facing him again, I noticed he had stepped closer. His mouth met mine and I could taste his cigarettes on his tongue as it thrust full force into my mouth. His hands were everywhere, grazing my tits and my chub rolls, playing with my little cock and sliding up and down my thighs. After a moment his tongue left my mouth and he started kissing my neck.
His lips on my neck, I could feel his hips start to grind into my flabby groin, his cock through his pants noticeable bigger than mine, and probably not even hard yet. I didn't know how he would react to me touching him, but I couldn't help myself and slid my hand along his rough work pants and onto his cock. He moaned into my neck and pulled back a little, keeping his groin forward though, so my hand remained on it. "You like that, girl? You like the feel of a real cock instead of that mini-cock you've got?"
Him making fun of my cock made me even harder. "Yes, sir," I said, "it's so big and thick, can I see it please?" He pushed harder into my hand, his cock swelling even larger.
"Sure, baby. Call me Daddy."
"Yes, Daddy. Can I see your cock? I'd like to see what one's supposed to look like."
With that, the man pulled away from my hand and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock and balls out through the fly. I marveled at the size and the thickness of it. I put my hand on the tip of it, its head shiny and slippery with precum, and then brought my sticky palm up to my mouth. I moaned loudly as I licked the palm of my hand, tasting the saltiness of him. Apparently this was too much for him to take, as he grabbed my shoulder and pushed me to the ground, shoving his cock onto my face and grinding, his thick shaft rubbing on my nose and up into my thick, dark hair, his balls bumping comfortably against my chin. "Suck Daddy, bitch, he needs you to make him feel good," he said.
He didn't have to tell me twice. My tongue was already lapping at the base of his shaft and with his go-ahead I took hold of his cock with my chubby hand and aimed it at my mouth. I only took a few inches into my mouth at first, savoring the thickness and feel of his mushroom head, letting my tongue wash first the top, then the bottom of his shaft, and playing with his piss slit. "Oh, that's a good girl, he moaned. Yeah, show Daddy how much you want to make his feel good."
I continued lapping and sucking at his cock, taking inch after inch down my throat until I could feel his pubic hair on my face. While I was sucking him, the man reached down and played with my tits through my bra, pawing at them like an animal, occasionally reaching in the cup and pinching my nipples, rolling their hardness between his fingers like a jelly bean. His rough hands felt good on my breasts, the calluses of his fingers increasing the friction and making them burn in a great way.
Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled me to my feet. He didn't say anything, just pulled me close to him and shoved his tongue back in my mouth. His wet cock ground against my tiny one, the lace material providing a thin barrier between our mismatched manhoods. While driving his tongue into my mouth, he reached around my back and undid my bra, tossing it aside onto the heap of my other clothes, and then, my tits unbound, he began pawing at them again, his palms pushing them in circles as I moaned into his kisses.
His right hand trailed down and found my tiny cock. He used his index finger and thumb to grasp it through the fabric. Pulling his tongue out of my mouth he said, "What a nice little clit you have, baby." He pushed forward a little with his cock, running the length of it along the tip of my clit, showing me how long a real man's cock man's cock should be. "It's the perfect little nubbin to tease you with while I loosen up your pussy. Is your pussy all smooth for Daddy, baby?" he asked.
He took me by the wrist and led me a little ways down the hall, stopping in front of a closed door. He took out a key from his pocked and opened the door, flicking the switch on his way in, continuing to pull me along. "Of course, Daddy. I always keep my pussy smooth in case a man needs to use it."
The room was better lit than the hallway, and I noticed it was almost empty but for a few dusty book shelves and a table that seemed to be better kept up. There was no dust on its surface, shiny and plastic in the light. He pulled me along, and then pushed the back of my thighs up against the table, causing me to take a seat. He leaned in closer to me, his cock still out and hard, rubbing against my clit as he stood over me, bending down. "That's what it's for, isn't it?" he whispered to me. "Your pussy is for pleasing real men, right, baby?"
"Yes, Daddy. That's what it's there for. Can I please Daddy with my pussy, please?" His face met mine in a kiss much more tender than the previous ones.
"Oh, doll, of course you can." He pushed gently on my chest, laying me back onto the table, and pulled at my panties, sliding them off of my thick thighs, down past my knees and calves, and off my feet. My panties discarded somewhere, he started kissing me at my toes, making his way next to the ball of my ankle, and then up my smooth legs and thighs until his lips met with my clit.
His tongue swirled around the tip my little boyclit and I moaned as he easily took my whole manhood into the mouth. I wasn't even touching the back of his throat, but the pressure of his sucking and his skill with his tongue sent my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
Daddy took his mouth off my clit and pushed my legs apart wider with his arms, then parted the veldt of my pussy with his hands. "Oh, baby," he groaned, "your pussy is so smooth and tasty-looking. Do you want Daddy to eat out your pussy?"
His tongue started lapping at the edges of my cunt and I couldn't believe how good it felt, the roughness of it like a cat's playing and tickling the flesh around my hole. "Yes, Daddy, yes. Please eat out my cunt and play with my clit, please Daddy, please." I was shaking a little with how dexterous his tongue was, and as soon as the first yes passed my lips his tongue dove right into my smooth hole, the thickness of it parting my pussy ring, hardly resistant at all to his pressure.
He lapped at my tight little cunt, pushing his tongue deeper and deeper inside, and his right hand reached up and played with my clit, his ring finger and thumb on either side of the tip, he slowly moved the flesh of me up and down, up and down. His left hand pressed on my taint, pushing gently on my prostate, making my tiny boyclit leak more than it was already. "Oh, Daddy!" I yelled, giving up all pretext and releasing myself fully into living this moment. "Oh Daddy you're so good to play with my cunt, please Daddy, let me make you feel good, too. Please fuck me Daddy."
Daddy stood up and pulled me by my shoulders up to meet him, the taste of my pussy fresh on his tongue, still mingled with cigarettes, but so tasty, our tongues lapping at each other. He undid his belt and the button on his pants now, sliding them to the floor, and I wasn't surprised that he was going commando. My cunt was still pushed out over the edge of the table, and while Daddy and I kissed, his cock touched my still open cunt, and I shivered a little. His tongue still going strong in my mouth, Daddy put his arms around my waist, making sure to hold me in place, and pushed gently but firmly in with his cock. My pussy resisted his entrance, so thick was his cock, but Daddy wasn't going to take no for an answer. He pushed me away and grabbed my ankles, pulling them as far apart as possible, and put the knob of his cock right up against my twat. "Relax, baby. This is gonna hurt at first, but you've gotta be brave for Daddy, okay?"
I nodded, and Daddy started to push in. As he pushed, his right hand again found my clit, and his wrapped three fingers around it, rubbing his thumb along the underside as his cock prodded for entry into my cunt. Again, my pussy ring resisted, but this time Daddy had leverage and he used it, pushing and pushing until my cunt could hold out no longer, and the mushroom head of his cock popped past the ring. I cried out in pain. It felt like someone had just forced a bat handle past my cunt, and tears started running down my face as I sniffled. His hand was still moving up and down on my boyclit and he stopped pushing for a moment, saying, "That's okay, baby, go ahead and cry. Daddy likes it when you cry and you're being a very good girl."
With that, Daddy started to push more of him massive cock into me. Each inch felt like a dagger slipping further and further into me. Even as his cock passed my prostate, the dual forces of that and his hand on my nubbin sending waves through me, the pain persisted. I closed my eyes and let the tears run down my cheeks while he pushed further and further inside me.
Eventually, I felt his public hair on my flesh, felt the sweaty stickiness of his scrotum meet with the chubby, sweaty cheeks folds below my pussy, and I breathed a sigh of relief. "Daddy, can we wait a second before you start fucking me?" I asked, my voice thick with the effort of holding back the pain.
"Sure, sweet girl. Daddy'll just hold it in you for a minute, then you can make Daddy feel really good, okay?" His cock was all the way inside me, and after a minute the burning went away except for right around my pussy ring. Daddy stood there, rubbing up and down the shaft of my little boy-nub, and breathed in and out.
Soon, I felt the muscles of his cock flex inside me and I knew it was time. Without asking if I was ready, Daddy started moving his hips back and forth. The burning at the entry to my pussy still remained, but overwhelming it was a sense of fullness and pleasure as his thick shaft moved forward and backward across my prostate. He didn't fuck hard at first, but slowly his speed increased and he pulled out farther and farther with each thrust, sometimes causing the mushroom head of his cock to swell over and across my prostate, sending electric jolts of joy up my spine and through my whole body. "Oh, Daddy," I cried, "fuck me! Fuck me!"
His cock was now long-stroking in and out of my hole, the bulbous head of his cock meeting the inside of my pussy ring on most strokes. "Yeah, take it you bitch, take it like the slut you are. You love having my cock inside your cunt, don't you?"
His cock was growing even thicker now, the pace of his hand on my little nib growing more and more frantic, and I could tell both of us were nearing eruption. "Yes, Daddy! Fuck your little girl, fuck me hard. I love your cock inside me. Please, Daddy, please come in me, I need to feel your manjuices inside my cunt."
This was just too much for both of us, I could tell. The tip of his cock grew even larger, and he shoved deeper inside me than he had ever gone on any previous thrust, burying his cock and balls deep into the folds of my ass, I felt his cock surge and jerk inside me, filling me with his sperm and his juice. My clit couldn't take anymore and just as I felt him release his torrent of slush into my sloppy cunt, I shot my clit juice everywhere, some of it hitting Daddy's chest, but most of it landing on my huge hairless belly.
Daddy was breathing hard, and he took his hand away from my clit, rubbing it in the jizz covering my belly, he brought It forward to my mouth, where I hungrily lapped it from his palm and the back of his hand. Daddy's cock was still inside me, but was slowing losing its hardness. He pulled me up by my shoulders and brought his mouth to mine, kissing me gently, his tongue and mine not warring, but playing upon one another.
I felt Daddy's cock soften more and then plop out of my used-up cunt. Daddy reached down between my legs and shoved three of his fingers, then a fourth into my fucked-out hole. He pulled back from kissing me and brought the slimy hand to his mouth, licked a little of it off his hand, then shoved all four fingers into my mouth. After I had licked them for a few seconds, he took his hand out, then reached into my hole again, and brought the cunt-juice and sperm mixture back up to my mouth for me to eat. "That's a good girl," he whispered as my tongue savored the mixed flavor of him and me. "That's a good slut for Daddy."
Daddy pulled me off the table, and pushed my shoulders down, and I knew that he wanted me to clean the cunt-juice off his cock, so, bending over instead of going down to my knees, I sucked the whole of his soft cock into my mouth, washing it with my saliva. It tasted glorious, and while I was sucking him clean, I could feel more of his seed slipping from out of my pussy and down my chubby legs. "You did a good job for Daddy," he said.
After Daddy was satisfied that his cock was clean, he pulled up his pants and tucked his shirt back in before buttoning up and cinching his belt. I found where he had tossed my panties and slipped them on, knowing that they wouldn't do much good to keep the cum from running down my legs. We walked down the hall again, and while we waited for the elevator to get back to the basement, I put my bra back on and slipped the tee shirt over my head. I was just slipping my shoes on and cinching my own belt when the door to the elevator opened. We stepped inside and Daddy hit the button for the top floor.
It was almost five and the library was going to close soon, so I just gathered my stuff up while Daddy went about his work. On my way out, I wrote my phone number on a slip of paper and handed it to him, saying, "Call me anytime, Daddy." He smiled at me and said he would, then I began walking down the stairs to the main level, each step sending more of Daddy's still-warm sperm slipping from my cunt and trailing down my thighs.
The End
Author's Note: Thanks for reading this continuation and for all of the feedback I received on the first story. Sorry it took so long to get to this. Any feedback on this story (or pictures of what your real man's cock is supposed to look like) is welcomed at chubbyslutforyouruse@gmail.com. Thanks for your comments.