This is a NonConsent/Reluctance story, and a complete work of fiction. If the subject offends you or makes you feel uncomfortable, please do not continue. All the characters, places, and scenarios are fictional.

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The Johnson Centennial library is a modernist building with 8 floors dedicated to the arts. It has an impressive collection with subjects ranging from far east artifacts to post-modernist art, and from feudal Japan to the rise and fall of communism. The clock struck 8 from a distant church bell and the sound echoed down the corridor of the library.

Josie listened and counted each ring while perched on top of a stool with three massive volumes in her hands. She sighed nervously and turned around to look at the half a cart of books still needed to be put back before her shift ends. With such a huge library there should at least be twice as many librarians and staff. But the place was underfunded, and the only new employee was her and she started 2 years ago. Most of the staff is so old that their combined age predates some of the history books in the collection. While it hardly seems fair that she had to do all the heavy lifting, but at least she has a job that she likes.

Josie Holland just graduated from university and started working right away. She liked the peace and quite of the place, but sometimes she could work the whole day without seeing another soul. People don't come here very often unless they are doing research on something. Even those are mostly by appointment.

At 23, she should probably be more social and meet new people. But most of the patrons who visits this place are old enough to be fossils themselves. It might be for the best though, she thought. Her social skills were so terrible, especially when it came to guys she liked.

She was about to step down from the top of the stool when she heard a voice.

"Excuse me, do you work here?"

Josie jumped out of her skin at the sound of the voice as she turned around. She lost her footing and closed her eyes as she prepared to feel the pain when someone clutch her body and steadied her.

"I didn't mean to startle you. I've been looking everywhere for someone to help me."

When she opened her eyes, the stranger in front of her was 6'3 with luscious brown hair and stubble around his chiseled chin. The thick grey sweater was doing nothing to conceal the muscular frame underneath. His arm was still around her, his hand resting on the small of her back. They were so close that she could smell the scent of his skin. He smelled like fresh laundry and tobacco. He smiled apologetically and waited for a reply.

Say something, anything, Josie thought to herself. But all she could do was stare.

"If I let go you won't fall, right?" The stranger asked as he slowly released Josie. His body was so warm that she almost protested as it moved away.

"Sorry I'm not usually this skittish, it's just that I didn't hear you at all. You said that you needed help with something? If it's a book or anything I can help you find it." Josie blurted out all at once as she smoothed her skirt.

That's just great, she cringed inwardly. Say nothing or won't stop talking. "Thanks for not letting me fall." She mumbled and bit her inner lip as she looked down.

"You're welcome. It was my bad really, Josie." He spotted her name on a tag pinned to her top. Then side stepped and allowed Josie to come down from the stool.

"This is the book that I was looking for." He handed her his phone with the book name on it.

"It should be this way." She led him down the aisle, walking away as fast as she can.

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Peter has been looking for someone in this vault of a library for ages. Aside from the senile desk clerk down at the entrance, he hasn't seen a single person. He walked down the hall and spotted a woman perched on a step. She was wearing a tight black turtleneck, a short red plaid skirt, and sheer leggings. Her clothes clung to her in all the right places. She turned a grabbed another one off the cart and spun back to face the shelve. She looked like a life size doll in one of those music boxes with her long brown hair, C-cup tits, and bubble butt. The book in her dainty hands looked about half her weight and he was amazed that she didn't topple over.

He wondered what those hands would feel like wrapped around his dick. The thought made his cock harden and strain against his pants.

He approached her and said "Excuse me, do you work here?"

She must have not heard him approach, or she was too engrossed in what she was doing. The next thing Peter knew was that he was holding her in his arms to prevent her from falling. Her soft breasts smashed against him as he wrapped his arms around her. Gosh she was so soft and pretty. Peter steadied her and moved away before he would do something he regrets.

He heard her mumble something and offer to help, but all he noticed was how she looked down and bit her lips. He wanted to pick her up, rip off her clothes, and fuck her senseless. But he maintained a straight face and finally remembered why he was there in the first place.

He handed over his phone with the item that he was looking for. She walked down the aisle away from him. He thought darkly that if she had any sense of self preservation, she should run as far away as possible.

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Josie walked as fast as she dared. Her heart was pounding from the scare, the almost-disastrous fall, and the gorgeous stranger that's at her heels. She thought she spotted something predatory in his eyes but dismissed it. Josie just wanted this embarrassing encounter to be over.

"It should be around here somewhere." Josie looked up and down a shelf before locating the book that he wanted. "It's just up there, let me find a ladder and get it for you."

"It's okay. I got it." Peter stepped forward and reached up for the book. Josie was sandwiched between his hard body and the bookshelf. He stepped back and gave her just enough room to turn around.

"Did you need anything else?" Josie asked sweetly. Her cheeks were burning, and she was pretty sure they were red.

"Yes, just one more thing." Peter dropped the book and kissed her on the lips.

Josie was so shocked that she froze in place as the man slid his arm around her waist and crushed her lips with his. He was forceful and dominating, pinning her to the bookshelf. He lowered his hands to her round ass and squeezed hard, jolting her out of her frozen state. Peter easily picked her up before she can get her arms between them and push him away. As a reflex, Josie wrapped her legs and arms around him to stop herself from falling. She felt his lips curve upwards and smile as she cradled his cock with her open legs.

Josie turned her head away and protested "Stop... let me down, please..."

Peter walked her over to one of the desks and placed her on the table. Josie was sprawled out and looking up at him. Her lips were swollen from the kiss, and her legs were still spread open on either side of his thighs. The mini skirt was crumpled at her waist. Peter could see her panties through the sheer material of her leggings. It was a lacy red thong. Before she could push herself up from her position, he quickly pinned her arms above her head with one hand and grabbed the edge of her top with the other. Peter pulled it over her head and tied her wrist to a fixed desk lamp with lightning speed.

"No... please stop..." She begged

He leaned back and took in what she was hiding. A matching lacy red material barely covered her pert C cup tits. He lowered his head over her left breast, licked it until the material was soaked, then moved on to the other one. The cold air made she nipples jump out from under the red lace. Her areolas were the size of silver dollars, topped with perfect little pink gumdrops. He blew cold air on them before gently biting and sucking on one while using his free hand to play with the other. Peter made obscene noises as he sucked and released them with a 'pop' again and again.

"Oh, please ..." Josie moaned. She tried to wriggle free from her constraint, but all she managed was to make him harder as she unintentionally grinded his cock through his jeans.

"Please... someone will see us." Josie protested as her hands were tied above her head.

Peter pulled down her bra and those soft globes bounced free. He grabbed each nipple and pinched softly before moving down to relief her of her leggings. Peter looked her in the eyes started to run his fingers up and down her slit. She was completely shaved and silky smooth.

"No more, please..." Josie weakly protested and looked away.

Peter turned her face back towards him and said in a low voice: "Look at me." She held his gaze and didn't dare to look away as he other hand explored the place between her legs.

He stroked back and forth across her pussy, the wetness seeped through the thin material and moistened his fingers. Peter found her clit and started to rub in a slow and steady circle, never breaking eye contact. It wasn't long before the little nub emerged from the hood and she started to purr. His left hand moved from the smooth skin of her tummy up to her tits. His fingers started tracing circles around her areola, never touching the nipple. She moaned and arched her back, trying to rub her sensitive nipple against his fingers.

Josie saw the corner of his mouth curve up in a smile before she realized that her body was responding to what he was doing. But she was too far gone to protest anymore. The pressure was building up inside her as he increased the pressure on her clit. The tension became too much and she couldn't hold back anymore.

Peter sensed that she was close as her body started shivering. He pinched her clit and rubbed furiously as he took her lips in his to muffle her scream. Josie orgasmed on the hands of this stranger and she kissed him back before she could collect her thoughts. Sparks were flying in her vision as the man above her kept on rubbing her sensitive clit.

When Josie finally came around, she felt a pressure on her cunt. She looked down and saw that the man was already undressed. His arms were the size of her thighs and the muscular chest was covered with a light layer of fleece. Looking down, she was shocked by the size of his dick. He had an 8inch cock that was as thick as her wrist pointed straight at her.

Peter moved her soaked panties to the side and slowly pushed in. Her cunt was so tight. He wondered if she's been fucked by a real man before. When the head of his cock pushed in and her rose-coloured cunt lips closed around his shaft. He held still and waited for Josie to adjust to his size.

She felt the monster of a cock stretch her beyond anything she could remember. She looked up at her captor, and in the moment of eye contact, he slammed home.

Josie arched her back and screamed out in pleasure and pain. The sounds of her ecstasy echoed down the aisles around the library floor. She felt like her pussy has been split open by a hot steel rod.

He bent forwards and kissed her neck before he whispered "Shhhh, don't forget we are in the library. You have to keep it down love, or someone will come looking." He pulled back before plunging in again and again, bottoming out every time. Josie could feel his thick cock stretching her out and hitting the entrance of her cervix. Soon another orgasm came over her.

Peter untied her hands picked her up, keeping Josie impaled on his hard cock. She instinctively wrapped her legs and arms around him. He lifted her ass up until just the head was buried and let go. Gravity took hold and she bounced back down on his cock. Her sensitive nipples rubbing against the wiry hair on his chest, making her cry out in pleasure.

Peter helped her ride his dick until he couldn't hold back anymore. He groaned and came in her warm wet hole. Josie felt his cock tense up inside her, coating her cunt with his thick cum. The sound he made sent shivers down her spine and pushed her over the edge again. He held still and felt her tight little cunt spasm and milk his balls dry. Peter stayed inside for as long as he could before slipping out.

A dribble of cum leaked out from her once tight pussy and splattered onto the carpeted floor with loud noise. He placed her back on the table, her limbs lewdly sprawled with cum seeping out between her legs. Josie was still in shock and was trying to wrap her head around what had just happened.

Peter got dressed quickly and then helped her back into her clothes. He shifted her thongs back in place and tried to keep his seed inside. But the excess pooled around the thin string submerging the red lace in cum. He helped her put on her leggings and she sat there obediently. Her panties were soaked with a mixture of cum and pussy juice as he covered them. He helped her into her top and adjusted her skirt before turning around to leave.

"What's your name?" Josie finally found her voice and whispered.

He turned around and left a card on the desk. It only had a phone number on it and nothing else. Josie turned the card around and it read Peter Johnson.