Nathan Silvers - A librarian_s training

Gillian sobbed as the ass-fucker gave a long yell of lust and slammed his shaft in harder, lifting her up on his stiff cock.

He didn't say a word as he came, just poured out hot sticky cum into her ass, his hands gripping her thighs, his cockhead deep in her guts.

Gillian was trying to get off, but failing.

He pulled his cock out of her asshole while it still sucked desperately at his prick.

The two boys left.

Three more times it happened.

Once it was a girl and a boy. But each time Gillian had to suck while she was fucked and she never got satisfaction.

She had a feeling it was close to dawn, a faint line of light showed above her head.

The door opened again.

Two people moved closer and suddenly there was an enormous cock at her lips.

Gillian moaned.

"Beg for it."

"No, no, stop this, stop it!" Gillian moaned, her mouth jabbing down to get at the enormous prick.

A thin cane lashed her ass. Gillian gave a shriek of lust, jerking up on the pillow, as she hovered on the brink of cumming.

"Beg for it."

"No, don't, let me go!" Gillian wept, her lips moving over the rock-hard cockshaft, kissing at it slavishly.

Her pussy ran juices, her blonde hair fell across her face and her whole body burned with a fire that was already out of control.

The cane lashed her ass, beating right across both cheeks, and Gillian nearly leaped out of her bonds. She surged up to the edge of orgasm once more and hung there.

"Beg for it."

"Whip me!" she screamed. "Whip me!"

She bobbed her head for the cock, but it was just too far out of reach.

"Beg for it."

The cane ran over her ass, so softly that Gillian screeched and went out of her mind, her ass jerking up.

"Noooo – aaagahhh! Please, stop, please!" she begged.

"Beg for it, and you can have that cock in any hole you want and be whipped while you cum."

"Please, please, let me have the cock! Whip me, please, hurt me! I want cock! I want to be hurt, please! Whip me, give me everything! Hurt meeeeeee!"

"Yeahhhh," Dean said and his massive cock slid into her mouth.

With a gurgle of lust, Gillian sank the rod into her throat and heaved her ass up as the cane lashed into it. She screamed, and burst over the top into climax. Her body pulsated and her throat throbbed around the massive cock.

"So, which hole, baby? Your choice," he whispered.

The cane lashed her ass, sending Gillian's orgasm surging higher. She screamed, jerking in release.

"My ass!" she wailed. "Fuck my ass!"

"You got it, baby!"

Gillian lay across the pillow, cumming endlessly as the cane whipped her ass.

Dean's massive cock rammed in her shit-hole, churning orgasms from her with each slamming fuck-stroke.

On Monday morning, Joe looked up from his desk and saw Gillian in the doorway. He almost jumped out of his chair.

For Gillian had changed. Big time. It started with her face. Her old glasses were gone, replaced by big, thin-framed, black ones that added deadliness to the sensuality of her eyes. She wore makeup accentuating her high cheekbones. Her lipstick was a dark red and the pout of her mouth somehow told him he was in trouble.

And her clothes were different. Instead of the old dowdy dresses, she wore a flattering, pale-blue, turtle-necked sweater that didn't hide the swell of her tits at all. Below that, she had on a suede skirt that ended several inches above her knees. It flared out and flicked as she moved, almost showing her stocking tops.

Now that Joe could see her legs he almost passed out, and a bulge started in the crotch of his pants. For Gillian's wonderful thighs and calves were now pushed into perfect shape by a pair of spiked five-inch heels.

She paraded forward, holding a letter.

"This is for you," she said. "I'm taking over."

He gasped and tore open the envelope. He went white as he read the letter. It was from his boss, Dean Harper; informing him that he was out of a job and Gillian was now running the library.

He glanced up at her, but Gillian was looking around the room, taking mental notes on what changes she wanted.

"But, this can't be!" Joe moaned.

"Call him; you know the number."

When Joe put the phone back down, his hand was shaking.

"You can't do this to me!" he gasped and almost burst into tears.

"We can and we did!" Gillian snapped. "Now, get out."

She stood there while Joe cleared out his desk and put his things in his briefcase. Then, eyes down, he started for the door.

"You want a job here?" Gillian asked, one hand on her hip.

He swung around, his pathetic groveling nature suddenly very obvious. "Yes, yes, please, Gillian, I won't…"

"Miss Smith!" Gillian snapped.

"Please, Miss Smith, I'll do whatever you say, and I won't get out of line at all. I need a job! I owe so much money!"

Gillian sneered at him. "Lock the door and come here!"

He came up to her and gasped, as she spread her legs and slid her hands over her skirt. The little skirt eased up, showing more of her incredible legs and her stocking tops. The bulge in his pants throbbed desperately.

"On your knees," she ordered.

He obeyed at once, his eyes bugging out of his head.

"Take my panties off – they clip at the sides."

Joe ran his hands up under her skirt and reached for the clips at the sides of her tight white leather panties. His fumbling fingers unclipped her panties and they fell away, revealing her juicy pussy.

"Suck my cunt." Gillian spread her legs around him, pulling his mouth to her pussy, dropping her skirt over his head.

He went crazy on her pussy, drawing her soft flesh into his mouth and working his tongue over her clit in a fury of submission. Gillian forced his mouth tightly to her cunt and gave a long shudder of orgasm. She held him there, rubbing her cunt all over his face, gripping his hair, rasping her clit against his lips and teeth.

"Come on, you little shit! Suck me, if you want a job!" she snarled.

She laughed, her pussy running juices all over Joe's face, spasms of satisfaction rushing over her. She took one final shudder of cum and pushed his face away.

"We've got work to do!" she snapped. "You can start my old job! Get on with it!"

"Yes, yes, Miss Smith, whatever you say." He stood up and wiped his wet face.

Gillian looked him up and down. "Show me your cock."

He obeyed at once, pulling his rather small but rock-hard fucker out of his pants. He was shaking with expectation, hoping that he would finally get to stick his prick in Gillian's wonderful cunt.

But she looked it over, picked up her panties, and sat down behind the desk. She pulled out several tissues from the box and held them out to him.

"Jerk off in these."

"But, but, Miss Smith…"

"If you want a job," Gillian said.

His shaking hand took the tissues, and he held them over the end of his cock as he rubbed it, gasping with humiliation and hopeless lust.

Gillian slid her panties back on, watching him idly as he worked his prick.

He moaned, and gasped as a stream of cum gushed out into the tissues. He shuddered, as Gillian casually slid her sweater up and gave him a show of her tits, as she pretended to adjust something in her underwear.

"Uuurrhhh!" His hand was a blur, his cum pouring into the tissues.

Gillian dropped her sweater and watched him shoot the last drops of his cum into the tissues.

"You'll report to me fifteen minutes early every morning. I need sucking every morning and you'll do it. If your cock gets hard, you'll jerk off. Now get out."

"Yes, yes, Miss Smith!" He zipped himself up and left.

Gillian picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hi, Rose," she purred. "It all went fine. Yeah." She giggled. "Oh, hi, Dean; I didn't know you guys had two phones. Yeah, well, great. When are you going to be able to inspect the library; you know, see how I'm doing?"