John Friday - Chained, whipped librarians

"I'm cumming!" she cried as though that couldn't be. "I'm cumming harder than ever before!"

"Yeah, my reluctant lovely: I can feel it! Your sucking sweet cunt is going to milk a quart of cum out of me!"

"Yes! Ooooh, I want it! I want you to cum with me! I want you to make our climax complete!"

Long Dick grinned behind the hood that covered his face. His conversion of the lesbian priestess was almost complete. His anxious hot breath rasped. He fondled her welted tits, twirled her tingling nipples and kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue out through the mouth slit in his hood.

Miss Stark sucked on it like a demon. She couldn't help it. Climactic spasms had driven her to distraction. She arched her silvery cunt as much as her tight restraints would allow. It didn't matter that biting thong chafed her wrists and ankles. She'd been fucked far beyond pain, made to soar into an eerie world of unknown and previously unthinkable delights.

When Long Dick suddenly tensed and drove into her with an especially deep grunt, Miss Stark shivered in anticipation. Then she felt a scaring hot blast.

Jetting cum made her watery eyes start, then glaze with delight.

"Ooooh! It's filling my pussy and making it burn!"

"Soon the slickness will make it feel even better. I can fuck your tight cunt even harder and faster when its wringing tube has been well greased."

Prudence Stark couldn't believe the volume and force of his ejaculation. Nor could she believe the thrilling heat it sent surging through her veins. Her hands balled into fists. Her toes curled sharply. Every muscle in her lithe body tensed and shuddered with joyous strain. Her scream became a warbling cry of delight, reaching a fever pitch. Then she gasped and jerked. The glorious peak had passed. Her body twitched, relaxing and settling deep into a quivering bliss.

"Oooofr, God! That was great! What an orgasm! What a wondrous thrill it was!"

Long Dick said: "Glad you liked it, you're about to get more."

His friends, the other fourteen party guests were filling down the stairs, each one wearing a Halloween mask and nothing else. They were all naked and their cocks were all hard.

Letha grinned and picked out a big one. After all, she had invited a couple of spares.

"There's just one rule at this little party I've arranged," she told the new arrivals. "Everyone must fuck the guest of honor at least once."

"Is she a classy whore like you?"

"No, of course not," she answered with a peevish grin. "She's the head librarian!"

Letha arrived late for work and sleepy-eyed the next morning. But she didn't think it would matter. The primly dressed blonde didn't expect to see the head librarian at all. Miss Stark had been fucked thirty times when Letha lost count, and the woman was still begging for more.

But there she was, sitting at her desk, regal and stern-faced as ever. Two men in their late thirties sat facing her. Letha's eyes lingered on the one with flashing blue eyes and dark wavy hair.

She wished there was some way she could get to meet him, but it could not be while he was busy talking to Miss Stark, looking serious and taking notes. Letha headed for the check-out desk, hoping the head librarian would be too busy to notice her coming in late.

No such luck! Miss Stark looked up as Letha passed her open office door.

"That's the young lady I was telling you about," she said to the two men. "Letha, come here please!"

Shit! she was thinking. I'm going to be balled out for coming in late – and in front of that great looking guy!

"Yes, Miss Stark?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"I want you to meet Detectives Barton and Collins from the police department," Miss Stark said with a sly and knowing look in her eyes.

"The police?" Letha felt a pang of fear, but she recovered quickly.

"What's up? Did somebody steal a book?"

Detective Collins was the one with dark wavy hair and gleaming blue eyes that Letha found so attractive.

He said, "No, ma'am, it's more serious than that. We're investigating a charge of gang rape, fifteen young men all wearing Halloween masks and led by a female described as a black Phantom."

Letha managed a wry little grin. "A phantom?" she repeated.

"Yes," said the other detective gravely. "She's described as being your height and weight, with long black hair that might have been a wig, and pussy – I'm sorry, I should say pubic hair – soft and silky as black mink."

"It was mink!" Miss Stark insisted. "I know furs and I know what was pressed to my lips when she forced me to orally copulate. When her pussy – er, I mean when her pubes got hot I caught the scent of glue actors use to put on false beards and mustaches."

Collins gave Miss Stark a strange look. "With the other strong scent usually associated with that area, I'm surprised you even noticed."

"I did! And I know what I'm talking about. I direct the library's Little Theater group. I also happen to know that Letha Gerard has shaved herself in that area as one would have to before applying false pubic hair."

Now the handsome blue-eyed detective could hardly choke back his startled laughter.

"Er, aaaah… and just how is it you happen to know such an intimate detail as that?"

"Because I found her fornicating orally with the president of the library board of trustees!"

"Ridiculous!" Letha said hotly. She knew Ellen Carver would also deny the charge.

"You have no proof."

"Yes, I do – these pictures, taken by our security surveillance camera."

Miss Stark spread three glossy black and white prints on her desk. They showed Letha and Ellen in different postures of lewd pleasure.

Letha's heart sank. Miss Stark's conversion was apparently not as complete as she'd hoped, and now the bitch was after her ass.

"Well, I-I did get it on with Mrs. Carver," she admitted, "but that hardly makes me a phantom leading a gang of naked rapists wearing Halloween masks."

"No one mentioned them being naked," said Detective Barton. "How did you know they were?"

"Er, well," Letha couldn't answer. She decided to counter-attack instead.

"Miss Stark hasn't told you the whole truth. She locked me in steel restraints and sucked my cunt right here in this room. Too bad there isn't a surveillance camera in here. We'd have pictures of her clit-fucking me too!"

"Preposterous charges!" Miss Stark said coldly. "You have no proof at all. It's my word against yours, and I think we both know whom the officers will believe."

"There's proof! Make her open that bottom file drawer. That's where she keeps her kinky toys."

"I'll open it gladly," said Miss Stark, and she did so with a flourish.

"As you can all see, it contains nothing but library files."

Letha groaned. Miss Stark had wisely bidden her restraints somewhere else before calling in a complain. She was grinning like a cat.

"I'm certain you'll find her bizarre costume and the cat-o-nine-tails I described if you search her apartment."

Detective Barton asked Letha: "Will you let us look around your place?"

"No, I will not!" Letha said sharply, blushing with guilt.

"Then we'll have to get a search warrant. That shouldn't be too difficult when we show the judge these pictures," Barton told her. "Put the cuffs on her, Collins."

Collins smiled at Letha. "I'm sorry, but I have to do this."

"Hold it!" said another male voice. Letha turned and saw another plainclothes cop, older than the other two.

Miss Stark smiled. "This is Captain Flynn. Have you interviewed all the girls whose names I gave you?"

"Yes, ma'am… and I think it's you we should be putting the cuffs on you."

"Me?" Prudence shrieked.

Captain Flynn gave a grim nod, "Twelve of the girls I talked to all said they were nowhere near your house last night. They don't know anything about a gang rape – yours or theirs – but they gave me the name of a girl you didn't mention, Gloria…"