John Adams - The overdue librarian

The car horn startled her and she turned to see who it was.

She was surprised to see Mr. Marshall easing his green Mercedes to a halt next to her car. She rarely saw her wealthy landlord. As he stepped from his car and came toward her she felt a little uneasy.

"Miss Lawrence!" the tall, handsome man smiled as he stopped in front of her. "I'm glad I caught you before you went in. You know we don't see much of each other for a couple of neighbors. You've been staying in the guesthouse far quite some time now and I haven't even had you over for dinner. I'm afraid you must think me some sort of snob."

Susan had never realized how handsome he was. He looked very distinguished in his expensive blue suit. It was well-tailored and accentuated his trim, firm body. She wondered if he was just being polite, or if he really was offering her an invitation to his home.

"Oh no! I never thought that!" she blurted nervously. "I know your business keeps you very busy."

"Too busy," he frowned and his face looked tired and sad. "But not too busy to enjoy the company of a pretty woman!" He smiled at her with obvious admiration.

"Thank you," Susan blushed, feeling rather self-conscious.

"I meant that about dinner. As a matter of fact, why not tonight?" he said as his face brightened even more.

"Oh… I don't know if I can," she said. She wasn't sure she could handle dinner with the man the day after she had fucked his son.

"Of course you can! It will be perfect, Carol and Mark have gone to a double-feature, and I'm sure the cook can prepare a pleasant meal for us. You wouldn't want me to eat alone, would you?" he said with an imploring expression on his face.

Susan didn't feel she could say no. "All right, Mr. Marshall. You win," she laughed.

"Good. But drop that Mr. Marshall stuff. From now on my name is Carl, and yours is Susan."

"AU right, Carl."

"Now let's go over to my big old empty house and have a drink while the cook prepares dinner!" the dark-haired man said, offering his arm.

Taking his arm, Susan felt a little thrill go through her body. As they walked to his door she couldn't quite tell what the feeling was. It seemed part sexual, and part something else.

She had never been in the large home before. She was stunned by the huge entrance foyer. A long staircase wound up toward the top floor and gave the house a storybook look.

"The library is over here," he said, leading the way in. "I'll tell the cook about dinner and be right back."

Susan looked around the room as she waited for him to return. The worn seemed to reflect the man's masculinity. Books covered the walls, and comfortable leather furniture was everywhere. She was wondering what it would be like to live in such a house when he returned.

"Dinner will be ready shortly, Susan. How about a drink while we wait?"

"Thank you… Carl. Gin and tonic for me, please," she said, feeling more relaxed with the attractive man.

When he had fixed the drinks they sat on a large leather sofa. Susan felt warm, and her cunt tingled when his thigh brushed her leg. Her stomach was empty and the drink had a strong impact on her senses.

"You're such a lovely woman, Susan, and yet I've never seen you going out on a date." Carl Marshall seemed puzzled as he spoke. "I guess I'm getting a little nosy. I'm sorry. It's none of my business," he said as he gulped on his drink and turned his face away, as if embarrassed.

"No! I don't mind," Susan reassured him. She found him very attractive, and she hoped he was leading up to making a pass.

He put his drink down on the table in front of him. Susan leaned toward him. She knew what he was thinking. She wanted him to know she wanted it too. She put her drink down and waited.

"Susan…" he whispered hoarsely.

His arms went around her, and his mouth mashed hard on her tender lips.

Her cunt was hot! Her nipples hardened at the first contact of his body. She needed him so much. Her tongue shot into his mouth to meet his. Her moans blended with his sounds of passion. She let him crush her breasts against his chest as she clutched at his shoulders with her fingers. She was desperate to be loved by him. Something about his kiss was different from any she had ever had. It was more than just wild lust. It was a need to be loved and possessed.

She had difficulty breaking the kiss. "Carl! Please love me! Screw me! Now!" she rasped as she stared into his passion-glazed eyes.

"Oh, Susan! Baby! I want you so much!" was all the horny man could say as he tried to pull her back against him.

"Yes, darling! Let's get undressed. Hurry!" she hissed as she rose to take off her summer dress.

He hadn't expected her to be so ready, but he wasn't complaining. He got up and began to tear at his suit. After taking off his coat and tie he remembered the door and crossed the room quickly to close it.

Susan finished undressing long before he did. When her panties came off she stood for a moment and let him admire her lush body.

"God! You're beautiful!" Carl gasped as he gaped at her huge tits and inviting pussy-mound.

"Don't talk, Carl!" she said, "Get undressed. I want to see your cock!" she said without shame.

He quickly did as she said.

"What a beautiful prick!" Susan said when his big stiff dick was revealed to her horny eyes. "Hurry, Carl! I want you to fuck me hard! Put that big rod in me, darling!" she moaned as she stared at his thick fuck-pole.

The eager woman eased her naked body onto the sofa. Her long legs spread in invitation. She threw one leg on the back of the sofa, and let the other leg rest on the floor. His mouth dropped open in wonder as she displayed her wet, pink gash for his eyes.

"Don't make me wait, Carl! It's all yours, lover. This hot pussy is all yours. Hurry, honey! Get on top of me to fuck me! God! Don't make me wait any longer! I'm burning up!" she moaned as her hands went up to squeeze her heaving tits.

Carl moved to her, his long cock swaying and jutting. He knelt between her legs on the sofa. He wanted to reach for her. He wanted to hold her and kiss her tits, but he was too impatient. She had made it plain what she wanted, and now he was just as eager to sink his dick into her wet cunt.

Susan looked on with awe as he held his rod still and leaned into her widespread cunt-lips.

"Yessssss!" she screamed when his hard meat sank into her. "Drive it deep, lover! Fuck that cunt! Big cock! Oh, sweet lover-man! Hump me hard! Fuck me! Fuck me! Mr. Marshall! Carl! Darling! Shove it in me!" she mindlessly screamed each time he plunged into her.

His lips came down on her boobs. She cried out with pain-pleasure when his teeth clamped hard on her nipples. Her ass lifted off the sofa to meet him each time he slammed down into her receptive snatch. Her legs lifted into the air and met over his ass. Her ankles locked as she sought to pull his humping cock deeper into her bottomless pussy.

"Susan! I never dreamed you felt like this!" Carl gasped in amazement as he tried to keep up with the woman's wild movements.

"Don't talk! Just fuck me!" she moaned.

Her complete abandonment spurred him on. He was used to women who were more reserved in bed. Never had a woman reacted with such wildness to his fucking. He decided at that moment that he was in love with her. He wanted to give her the best fucking she had ever experienced.

"Carl! That's it, darling! Fuck me hard! Harder! Screw me! Pump it deep! Hurt me! Give me more! Don't stop! Deep, darling! Hard and deep!" she encouraged him when she felt him begin to pump into her hungry snatch at a faster pace.

Legs locked behind his ass, and nails digging into his shoulders, she let him ride her like a cheap whore. Her most passionate moments were when she thought of herself as a complete slut. A tramp to be used. A bitch who would do anything to fuck and suck a cock.