The library incident

An 18-year-old trans student, with a short microskirt and a revealing outfit, felt a strange tension in the library. A 70-year-old man, with a thickset build and a dark corner, approached her unnoticed. He grabbed her firmly from behind, his rough hands pressing against her clothes. She gasped as he pushed her further into the shadows, the force of his grip making her breathless. Her microskirt tore slightly as he forced her to bend over, exposing her bare ass to the cold air. His large, rough hand lifted her skirt and delivered a hard smack, leaving a bright red mark on her skin. She struggled, but his strength was overwhelming. He guided her head down onto the library table, forcing her to lie face first. Her moans were muffled as he pressed his weight against her, the pressure building with each second. His large hand moved to her hips, pressing firmly against her small, round ass. She could feel his thick, rough cock straining against his clothing, the evidence of his arousal evident. He released a low growl, pulling her ponytail roughly as he positioned himself behind her, preparing to take her from behind. Her big, full breasts rose and fell with each desperate breath, nipples hard and peaked under her thin fabric. The man’s large hand moved down between her legs, his rough fingers brushing against her wet pussy. She gasped aloud as he pushed two thick fingers inside her, the invasion sharp and unrelenting. His grip tightened as she cried out, her body trembling with pleasure and pain. The friction was intense, each movement sending waves of pleasure through her. He increased the pace, his thick fingers pumping in and out, her wetness increasing with each thrust. She writhed against him, her moans growing louder, the sounds of their coupling echoing through the quiet library. His hand moved to her ass once more, delivering another hard slap that sent a sting across her skin. He growled low, his movements becoming more desperate as he approached his climax. Her body was still quivering from the intense pleasure, her pussy dripping with cum, the evidence of her own arousal leaking through her clothes. The man grunted heavily as he finally released himself, his thick cum shooting out in a steady stream across her backside. She gasped as the coldness of his release coated her skin, the metallic tang of his cum filling the air. He stepped back, breathing heavily, his hand reaching down to adjust himself. She remained on the floor, trembling and gasping for breath, her microskirt torn and dirty from the encounter. The library was quiet once more, the only sound being the soft rustling of papers as he returned to his seat. She slowly sat up, her body still shaking, her mind swimming with a mixture of fear and arousal. Her clothes were ruined, her ponytail messy, and her face pale from the force of the encounter. She pulled herself together, forcing a calm exterior as she gathered her things and left the library, determined to never return.