Ashley let out a happy sigh as she flipped the library’s last light switch. She glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall one more time. Four o’clock on Friday Not just any Friday, though. It was the Friday before summer break. She made it. A sigh of relief escaped the young teacher’s lips. Beginning with that incident with the kids who set off the fire alarm on Monday, all the way to the student who got mad at his girlfriend and shoved over a fully loaded bookshelf earlier this afternoon, it had been a very long week at Kennedy High.

Really, she thought, it had been a long school year. When she was offered the job as head librarian straight out of college, she couldn’t have been more excited. It was exactly the position she’d always wanted, and she was certain that she’d walk in and change the world on day one. Now, at the very end of her first year, she had been so wrapped up with the monotony of staff meetings and curriculum development that she wondered if she’d ever so much as change the bulletin board layout that was established during the previous librarian’s tenure.

Just as she reached for her worn leather purse, the door to the library swung open. Ashley turned her head in time to see Tyler Jacobsen walk through the door and start making his way across the dimly lit library to where she was standing. Of course, it just had to be Tyler, she thought. Tyler was an eighteen-year-old junior with a perpetually scraggly mop of dark hair and eyes that held a disconcerting mix of mischief and earnestness. He was a frequent visitor to the library, sometimes popping in more than once in a day. He always seemed to find a reason to need Ashley’s help, to the point where she had a sneaking suspicion that it wasn’t just the books that drew him in.

"Tyler," she barked, her voice a touch sharper than she intended. "My lights are off. It's after four. Summer break has officially begun. You should be home. Students aren't supposed to be in the building right now."

The tiniest smirk flickered across the young man’s face for a split second before he took on an expression of guilt. "Oh, Mrs. Carter, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize it was already that late,” he began apologetically. “I was with Mrs. Barlow, and I guess I lost track of the time. Anyway, I just… I needed to show you something." He shifted his weight, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his faded jeans. "It’s really important. Please? It'll only take five minutes, I swear."

Ashley hesitated. She was exhausted, more than ready to trade her long week at school for a peaceful weekend with her husband and their dog. But there was a pleading quality in his eyes, a vulnerability that made her consider his words. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to give him the time. 

"Alright," she conceded after a moment of thought. “I’ll give you five minutes, but then you absolutely have to leave."

He nodded, a relieved smile spreading across his face. "Thank you, Mrs. Carter. Thank you so much.” 

Tyler’s eyes briefly flicked over to the windows into the hall, where a few other teachers could be seen heading home for the evening. “You know,” he added, “can we go talk about this in your office? I think that would be better."

Ashley rolled her eyes but nodded, gesturing for the student to follow her. They walked in silence, the soft padding of their footsteps on the hard floor echoing through the library. The two passed row after row of shelves until they finally approached the far side of the room where the offices were located. Ashley unlocked the door to her office, a small, cluttered refuge from the larger library, and stepped inside, turning on the lights as she passed through the doorway.

Once inside, Tyler closed the door behind him, its click standing out in the relative silence. Ashley turned to face him, her eyebrow arched.

“Really?” She asked. “You’ve got to close the door?”

“Sorry,” he apologized, “it’s just that this is really important.” 

“Fine,” she replied with a sigh, crossing her arms. “You’ve got four and a half minutes left. You’d better hurry up and tell me whatever this is that’s more important than starting your summer break.”

Tyler stood smiling at the librarian for a moment before he spoke. For an instant, Ashley noticed his eyes flick down to her breasts. It wasn’t necessarily a foreign behavior—she knew she was attractive. Despite the conservative sweaters and long dresses she always wore to maintain a sense of modesty, she still often caught students, and even faculty for that matter, checking her out. Still, having it happen here, in her tiny office with the door shut, made her somewhat uncomfortable.

“I just needed you to see this,” he finally began, his hand plunging into his pocket and producing a fairly ordinary-looking rock. Ashley stared at it as it rested in the palm of his hand. “What do you think?”

Ashley turned her confused eyes toward his smiling face. “Tyler,” she replied flatly as her patience thinned. “I think it’s a rock. There are tens of thousands just like it in the gravel pit behind the school. Is this really what was so important?”

“But it’s not just a rock, Mrs. Carter,” Tyler insisted. “This is a special rock. It’s a wishing rock. It has magical powers, and I can prove it to you. Watch this.” Tyler wrapped his fingers around the rock, gripping it tightly. “I wish Mrs. Carter would take off her sweater.”

“Haha, Tyler, very funny,” Ashley commented as she started tugging off her sweater. “There’s no such thing as a wishing rock,” she added as she pulled her sweater over her head and began folding it neatly before placing it on the desk next to her.

“Oh, really?” Tyler smirked. “Then why did you take off your sweater?”

“Because it’s stuffy in here,” she replied. “I was planning on taking it off before you even spoke. You probably saw me moving and made your little ‘wish’ accordingly.”

“Okay, so I guess you need something more convincing,” he said through a smirk. “I wish Mrs. Carter would strip naked and start playing with herself.”

“Mr. Jacobsen!” Ashley scolded as her fingers began unbuttoning her blouse. “That’s it. You’ve gone too far with this little game.” As she slipped out of her blouse and reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, she added, “I think it’s time for you to go home.”

“Why would I do that when you’re not even done getting undressed yet?”

Ashley’s eyes darted down to her chest, suddenly realizing what she was doing. She shot her head over to stare at her blouse, sitting atop her sweater on the desk, then almost immediately looked back down at the bra she was busily shaking off her shoulders.

“Oh my God,” she muttered as she pulled her bra off her shoulders, allowing her generous tits to come into view for the first time. “What am I doing?”

“Do you believe me now?” Tyler smirked as she placed her bra on the growing pile of clothes on the desk and started unbuttoning the waistband of her dress. “I told you, it’s a wishing rock.”

Ashley’s mind spun. Could it really be that some rock was granting her student’s wishes? She couldn’t think of any other way this could be possible. As she stared at her exposed tits, Ashley knew there was no way she’d ever do this in front of a student, or anyone other than her husband for that matter. She was a faithful wife, and getting undressed while one of her students was leering at her was something she would never do for any reason. Worse still, she couldn’t seem to get her hands to quit undressing her body. All the young librarian could do was watch in horror as her body defied her, kicking off her shoes before her hands slipped off her dress, revealing the blue panties she’d put on this morning.

“Please, Tyler,” she begged, finally finding words through her shock. “You have to stop this. You can’t make me do these things.”

“Oh, but I can, Mrs. Carter,” he grinned as her fingers started tugging down her panties, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. “I can make you do anything I want. As long as I have the wishing rock, you belong to me. Now hurry up and get that pussy of yours nice and wet.”

Despite her best efforts, Ashley couldn’t force her hands to stop sliding her panties down to the floor. As soon as they joined the rest of her clothes in the pile, her body shifted gear. One of her hands went to her breasts, massaging a tit, while her other hand slipped between her legs, running up and down her pussy lips. She found herself leaning on the desk, unable to fight the urge to spread her legs wide and put herself on full display for Tyler.

“Oh, fuck,” Ashley groaned as her arousal began to grow against her will. “Please, Tyler, just, oh, God, please let me go.” A tear streamed down her cheek as her fingers transitioned from her pussy lips to her clit, causing her breath to catch.

“Nah,” the boy said dismissively through his smile. “I’d rather watch you come, and then we’ll see how well those lips of yours can wrap around a cock.” Still clutching the rock as he spoke, Tyler began unbuttoning his jeans, eventually sliding them to the floor and revealing a thick, erect cock. Ashley squeezed her eyes shut, causing Tyler to laugh. “Oh come on, Mrs. Carter, you don’t want to see my cock?”

“No, Tyler,” Ashley replied through the pleasure her hands were delivering as she held her eyes tightly closed. “I’m married. You have to, oh, let me go home to my, hmmm, husband. If he knew what, oh, God, you were doing to me…”

Tyler laughed again. “You’re so cute, Mrs. Carter. The thing is, I have the wishing rock, so I make the rules. It would be nothing to turn your husband into a sissy little cuck who lived to see other men use you. I can do whatever I want. Just watch this. I wish that Mrs. Carter would stop playing with herself and give me the best blowjob that she possibly can while acting like she loves it.”

Almost immediately, Ashley’s hands stopped pleasuring her body. For an instant, the woman just stood there, panting from the sexual stimulation that had just concluded. Ashley hoped this might be her chance to escape. As she turned toward Tyler, she eyed the door behind him and mustered up all her strength to try and make a run for it.

Instead, her body continued to defy her, strutting up to the young man and dropping her to her knees in front of him. She positioned herself so that his veiny cock was directly in front of her. She tried to fight it. She tried to resist. Try as she might, her efforts failed, and slowly she felt her lips curling into a smile. She looked up at Tyler’s face, smiling seductively at him as he leered down on her.

Next, her attention shifted to his cock. Still smiling against her will, she found one of her hands rising up, gently wrapping around the shaft as her lips drew closer. She fought with all her might, but it didn’t make a difference. She couldn’t quit moving closer. She couldn’t quit giving his dick gentle little strokes; she couldn’t keep from licking her lips, her body acting as though this was the greatest moment of her life despite every fiber of her being wishing she could put an end to this.

Ashley found her lips puckering, moving in and planting a little kiss on the head of Tyler’s cock. That little kiss led to another, and then another. Soon, the woman was passionately kissing his cock again and again as she gently stroked him. She even found herself sticking out her tongue, licking his shaft between kisses. In every way, her body was behaving outwardly as though she was madly in love with this boy and his cock, even as inwardly she screamed for this to stop.

Then, to Ashley’s horror, her lips moved to the crown of his cock, parting slightly and letting the head slip between her lips. She swirled him around with her tongue, eliciting a moan from her student. All Ashley could do was watch as her weight shifted, bringing her lips further down his cock, driving him deeper and deeper between her lips.

If there was one thing in the arena of sex that Ashley didn’t like, it was giving blowjobs. It had been over a year since the last time she’d given one to her husband, and even that time was done begrudgingly. Despite that, her behavior as she began bobbing on Tyler’s shaft told an entirely different story. She started picking up speed, gagging herself on the boy with a passion and enthusiasm that she’d never shown anyone in her life. She grunted. She groaned on his shaft. She fondled his balls and used her tongue to massage his hardness as she worked her lips on him again and again. All the while, Ashley fought in vain to break free of the nightmare she was trapped in. 

“Oh, fuck,” Tyler groaned. “This is really good, Mrs. Carter. Yeah, keep going. Oh, shit, your lips are fire. I think I know what I want to do to you next. I wish that when I come, you’ll become my devoted little cumslut who lives for nothing other than to serve my every sexual desire.”

Ashley’s mind went into a state of panic as her body continued putting in her best efforts to service Tyler’s cock. She couldn’t let Tyler come. She just couldn’t. She loved her husband. She loved her life. She didn’t want to be some high schooler’s living, breathing sex toy. She had to find a way to stop this. But even as she put her best effort into fighting it, her body continued betraying her. Her eyes smiled up into Tyler’s stare as she gulped and gagged on his cock. Her lips wrapped around his shaft tighter, as if they were trying to milk the cum from him. Her hands fondled his balls and roamed over his body passionately. Inside, she was screaming to make this all stop, but on the outside she could only pleasure Tyler like she’d never pleasured another man.

“Oh, God,” Tyler groaned. “I’m so close, Mrs. Carter. Oh, fuck. I’m gonna, I’m gonna, fuck, yes!”

With that, Tyler erupted into Ashley’s mouth, spewing his hot load of cum directly down her throat. Her eyes went wide in horror as she hungrily gulped it down. Her mind screamed for it to stop, but it was too late. She came off the boy’s cock with a plop, and for a split second, Ashley felt herself regaining control of her body. She rushed to her feet as quickly as she could, hoping to storm out of the office. Maybe she could save herself. Maybe she could escape that last wish.

Before she could take a single step, though, she froze. “No!” She cried out as she felt the changes beginning to take root in her mind. Priorities started to shift. She could feel herself caring less and less about her work, her passions, and even her husband. In their place, she felt something else. Something new. She felt a desire to devote herself to Tyler, to be the filthiest, most depraved slut she could be for him. She felt a lust for him growing up, like a weed spreading out and taking over a once beautiful garden. She tried desperately to hold on to who she had been, but as each second passed, her former identity was pulled from her like a toy being taken away from a toddler.

As moments passed, her old life grew so unappealing that it was harder and harder to remember why she was even trying to hold onto it in the first place. Why would she want to be in a stuffy marriage, working in a stuffy job, when she could have the freedom to serve Tyler every day? Sexy, glorious Tyler. Tyler, whose cum tastes so yummy and whose cock was so sexy. 

Ashley blinked as a fog lifted in her mind. She looked at Tyler, and a smile grew on her lips. Something felt like it was different, as though it had changed, but she couldn’t figure out what it could have been. Everything was just as it should be. She was here with Tyler, naked, and ready to serve him. She was his naughty little cumslut. His plaything. His human fucktoy. Try as she might, Ashley couldn’t figure out what she’d felt so worried about a moment ago. Then, all of a sudden, it hit her.

She and Tyler hadn’t fucked yet.

“Oh, baby,” she purred, stepping up to Tyler and wrapping her hand around his cock, “your little slut needs your cock. Where do you want me?”

“Why don’t you bend over the desk?” Tyler grinned.

A moment later, as she felt Tyler pushing into her sopping pussy, Ashley found herself smiling brighter than ever before. With her Tyler, she truly had everything that she could ever possibly want.