Impregnation at the public library
Your high libido got us both in trouble.
I used to watch you from afar, behind the bookshelves, your hand in your pants, you were stroking your big, hard cock underneath your shorts. I didn't know then that I was the culprit behind your massive boner.
I got the summer job at the public library only days ago, you looked like a regular. You didn’t look like the type who likes to read.
The first time I ran into you in such a state was in the evening, the last hour before the library closed. Because I was the new intern, they always gave me the late shift.
The late shifts felt particularly lonely and quiet, I was left alone, as always, I couldn’t make friends with the staff, they had their own cliques, and they usually gave me side glances.
It was that fateful day when I was doing my last round to check if anybody was still in the library before closing, I walked the mazes of the bookshelves and found you behind the history and antiquities section, you were clearly jerking off. Behind you were a rare collection of Michel Foucault's History of Sexuality.
I let out a loud gasp, you looked up, and smirked at me. I was afraid you’d ruin some of those rare books with your semen.
But you walked forward, kept smiling, looking intensely into my eyes, I stood there stunned, my breath growing heavy and hot. You had your big, thick cock in your hand, glistening with your semen, you let out a loud groan that echoed across the hallways of the public library, and the next thing I knew, you squirtied a big, creamy load all over me,
I felt some of it on my face, the rest covered my shirt and pants. My mouth was open in shock. You looked at me one last time and left me there.
I went down to clean all traces of you, as if it was my fault, and in fact, I think it was. I couldn't resist scooping some of your semen with my finger and putting it in my mouth. And I don’t know what has gotten into me, I was so, so wet.
I was wet for a while, on my way back home, I was both wet and afraid a creep like you might be following me home, and at the same time I wanted you to follow me home. Or take me in the street.
I waited and ached for you the next day at my night shift, but you weren't there. I thought you were gone forever, that I would never see you again. But a week later I saw you.
You checked in with your library card, staring me in the eye, making sure I knew you were here.
My pussy was wet the whole time, I couldn't think straight or focus on my work, and it didn’t help that you kept coming back for questions at the desk where I was sitting.
My older colleague would usually handle the questions, but you asked to locate a certain book, the History of Sexuality limited edition that you have, and my colleague smiled at me, “go show this Mister where this book is, you know where to find it, don’t you?”
My cheeks were on fire, I was both humiliated and aroused, I was afraid people would notice a visible wetness on my pants. I walked beside you to where the book was, and I could hear your deep, heavy breath, I could smell it, thick with tobacco and licorice, and coffee, you smelled like earth and wet grass.
Once we were behind the shelf, in a relatively hidden corner, your hand went down so smoothly to my pants, you slid there as if you’ve always owned me.
Your fingers circled my wet hole, I felt myself open up for you, I held my breath, I almost wanted to cry, I mumbled, “ what are you doing, how dare you…” but your hands kept exploring me, you let out a hot, burning sigh into my neck, “look what we have here, mmmm”
“Pl..please leave me alone.”
But you held me tightly, one hand in my pants, the other caressing my stomach, “you gonna come here back to me like a good boy this evening, huh? And you’re gonna open those legs for me. You understand that?”
I shook my head, “you got that?” I nodded. “Ye-ah, yeah..”
I waited after everyone left. I took a round to check at every corner, and then walked steadily where I know i will find you.
You were standing, your cock was out, already hard as a rock, I walked hesitantly towards you, and you waited for me patiently.
Once I was close enough to you, you grabbed me, spinned me around and pulled my pants down, I let out a cry, I was scared, so scared, but too aroused to run from you. I felt the wet head of your cock teasing between my butt cheeks, you were inhaling and exhaling deeply, your hot breath on the back of my neck, your lips came down to devour me, I was a shivering mess between your arms.
You started to rub your cock on my wet pussy, I said, “please don’t put it inside…” you held me tighter, and continued to rub slowly, I was soaking wet, and you were too. I shivered and moaned, and ached. Your hands were under my binder, cupping and squeezing my chest, fingers circling my nipples. Your lips and tongue sucking on my neck, your cock between my thighs.
I was lost in bliss when you thrusted inside me without warning. I screamed, and you put your hand on my mouth, your thrusting was picking up the pace, I was panting and whimpering, mumbling between the thrusts, “please no..” and, “please not inside…” you held my hips firmly and buried your big thick cock deep inside me, I felt it burning in me. You didn’t know then that you were taking my virginity.
It didn’t take you that long to come. You kept grunting and whispering in my ears how tight i was. With a big final thrust you came in my deepest core, I realised with a creeping panic that you were shooting your semen directly into my womb.
You stayed inside me after you came for a couple of minutes. We both collapsed on the floor,
I thought you were done, but you climbed over me, pinned me to the library’s cold floor, spread my legs and buried your hard cock inside me again. You came inside me that night three more times.
And after you were done, you helped me to my feet, and gave me a hand at cleaning up in the toilets, you apologised sincerely, “I’m sorry, I have a really high libidio, and you drove me crazy.”
For days and weeks, the apologies continued and so did the sex.
You’d wait for me almost every evening, at my night shift, to fuck me behind the bookcases.
And I lost all shyness and caution for you and your cock, I became addicted to feeling you inside me. I was addicted to you, your smell, how your tight muscular body felt against mine, the way you held me, the way your tongue handled my neck. I was all yours despite knowing that this will get me in trouble, eventually.
And it didn’t take long before I did get in trouble.
More than one trouble. The biggest was perhaps that I was falling for you. I was ashamed of myself for falling for a total pervert like you, almost a stranger. We didn’t even meet outside the library or at any time other than those last hours of my evening shift.
How can i be so stupid to fall in love with someone like you? And not only that, how can i be so stupid to let someone like you get me pregnant?
I mean, it’s not like it was a total shock. My breasts began to swell only a month after i let you fuck me in the library.
Your high libidio meant you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants, you grabbed me every day at the moment you realised the library was empty except for the two of us.
I knew it wouldn’t take that long for you to knock me up. And i let it happen.
I never stopped you, how could I, being this much in love with you and your big cock? My wet swollen pussy ached for you every waking hour, and my only release was the moment you grabbed me by the hips, pulled my pants down, and drove that hard cock of yours deep inside me.
While my supervisor was praising me for my dedication to fill in the night shift at the library every day, the seed you planted in my fertile womb during my night shifts was growing.
So when I started waking up sick and nauseous, my supervisor was understanding.
My breasts and belly were swelling up steadily, I was tired often, but you continued your nightly visits to the library as usual, as if you couldn't see the changes happening to my body. I was so frustrated and hurt at you, I was angry at myself for falling in love with someone who couldn't see past his own boner.
But I couldn't help it, I continued to see you, and continued to let you do what you want with my body. One night we were both laying on the cold floor, panting after an intense fuck. I felt your semen dripping slowly out of my pussy, the feeling I yearned for and loved and what got me this growing trouble in my belly.
Your hands were caressing my bloated belly mindlessly, as if you don’t know this is your baby growing in me and ballooning me up already.
You cupped both my swollen, sensitive and heavy breasts. “Do they hurt? Is that why you don’t wear your binder anymore?”
“Oh, but perhaps you should get them checked, see if everything is ok?”
Tears were streaming down my face.
I turned to face you, “can’t you see that you got me pregnant?” i heard my voice loud echoing in the empty library, echoing with hurt and despair, “I’m growing your fucking baby inside me, grow a pair and own up to your shit!”
I was mad, it might be the pregnancy hormones. But I just couldn’t take it anymore, and I couldn't continue being your pregnant slut.
You continued to show up at the library and I continued to ignore you. Despite how painful that was. My heart was aching, so were my growing breasts, my hips, and this belly carrying your child.
I thought I was doing a fine job hiding my pregnancy with those oversized hoodies, but people would give me questioning looks, and ask me if I needed help carrying bookcases around.
My belly continued to swell, the baby healthy and kicking, I was 6 months along and the oversized hoodies weren’t hiding the belly nor the milky breasts anymore. You also stopped showing up at the library. My heart was broken, everyday. I should have just let you continue fucking me, at least I will be still seeing you.
One day I sat at lunch with my colleagues and my supervisor slipped up, “eat the rest, since you’re eating for two!” I looked at her appalled. She smiled and squeezed my hand, “you don’t need to hide anything, you’re safe here, and we don’t tolerate bigots.” I looked around, and all my colleagues were looking at me, smiling encouragingly.
My cheeks were hot with shame. Everyone knew I was a pregnant slut, carrying the baby of a pervert, abandoned and left to have the baby on my own. I caressed my bump and let the tears stream down my face.
I was growing tired and achy with this pregnancy, your baby was as big as you, as heavy as you. I began to regret pushing you away. I was growing desperate and needy, my swollen pregnant pussy needed the fullness of your cock. I needed you. Badly, I needed you to be here with me, caress my breasts, growing with milk for our baby, i needed you to caress my belly and feel our baby kicking,
I wanted commitment from you, but at this point I was desperate for anything from you, even if it was a glance.
And when you walked into the library, when I was 7 months pregnant, so heavy I could barely move. I was ready to get down on my knees for you and beg you to take me back, I was ready to suck your cock in front of everyone to show them that I was indeed, your pregnant slut.
But you were the one to get on his knees. You opened a ring case to my face, I heard gasps from people around me, “will you marry me? Right now? Please?”
I held my bump and said yes without hesitation, despite the embarrassment, for the first time since the pregnancy I felt proud of my belly. You put your ring in my finger and pulled me in, both your hands held my belly possessively, you said out loud, “I wanna keep having babies with you.” I heard some joyous laughs, but i didn’t care much what people thought, anymore.
