Frank Brown - Horny peeping librarian

"She's a disruptive influence, sir. Those dresses she wears – dress code or no dress code, begging your pardon – are scandalous. Her dress is disrupting the smooth and quiet operations of this library. Some of the staff have heard young men – boys – whispering about Miss Sherman, pointed her out to each other. We've had more and more boys visiting the library since Miss Sherman became a member of the staff and they come here not to study, not to read, not to do research, but to ogle Miss Sherman. She is not only disrupting the efficiency of this library, but she is corrupting the youth of this fine town. I suggest a months suspension, without pay, then six months of parole. After she returns from her suspension, she must be conservatively and tastefully dressed. I must state that unless you deal with Miss Sherman as you ought, I shall be unable to continue here as head librarian. Good day."

Without a glance at Sue, Miss Wilmar marched out of the office, closing the door firmly behind her.

Kurt Johnson was red-faced, as if Miss Wilmar had scolded him. He glanced at Sue. "Well," he said at last. "Hmn." He ran his fingers over his eyes and cheeks, as if wiping away the redness.

"I'm sorry," Sue said, sick to her stomach. Kurt got up and went to his water cooler for a drink. He was a big man, well over six feet tall. He glugged down three paper cups of water, then returned to his desk, giving Sue another glance, then looking away quickly.

He's shy, Sue realized. He had that sheepish look, the same look Bobby had given her before he'd gotten to know her. He was twice Bobby's size, but just as shy, possibly even shyer. Kurt was a man, a big, husky, educated man, but underneath all the muscle, underneath his official title, he was a shy young boy like Bobby had been. As Sue realized this, her confidence and sense of power surged. She also realized that if she didn't do something drastic immediately, if he didn't act to defend herself, Kurt would docilely submit to Miss Wilmar's demands.

She got up. "You look as if you have a fever, Kurt." She intentionally used his first name. "You look sick." She circled the desk and laid her hand on the man's forehead.

"Miss Sherman…"

"Sue. Call me Sue. Why are people always so formal around here?" She caressed his cheeks. "You do feel quite warm. Let's loosen your tie."

"Please," he said, but Sue brushed his hands away as she undid his tie.

She intentionally dangled her tits in his face, so close that she could feel his breath on them.

She heard him catch his breath. "Miss Sherman, I really…"

"Sue. Remember?" She took a deep breath. "Have you ever had a woman, Kurt?"

She moved quickly, straddling his legs and sitting in his lap. She shoved her dress off her shoulders until her naked tits flopped out, jiggling.

"My God!" Kurt breathed.

She took one of his hands and placed it on her tit. She shoved his other hand up under her skirt.

"My God!" he said again, feeling her wet crotch and squeezing her tits.

"I never wear panties anymore," Sue said. "They're such a bother – especially at times like this." She lifted up so she could unzip the man's dress trousers. His cock felt as hard and big as a billy club. "Help me get it out, Kurt."

The man had to unbuckle his belt and trousers, then push both trousers and underwear down. His cock had to be ten inches long, and it would have been impossible to pull it out of his open fly.

Sue played with his cock and balls while he played with her tits. "You've got such a big one, Kurt. One like this would make a horse envious. And such big nuts. They must be as big as a hen's eggs."

She rubbed his cockhead between her cuntlips, letting her slick juices run down over it and lubricate it. Her hot pussycream drenched his cock and ran in trickles onto his balls. Sue massaged his throbbing prick until he started to groan.

"Sit on it," he whispered.

"Anything you want, darling."

Sue kissed his forehead. Holding his cock upright, she worked her cuntlips over his prickhead. Then she let herself go, sinking onto his cock until she was rubbing her ass on his balls. His cockhead throbbed deep in her womb.

"Oh Kurt, it's so big!"

The man squirmed in his chair, his eyes closed, his dick pulsing. He squeezed her tits. "This is fantastic!" he mumbled. "What a feeling!"

He reached under her dress, rubbing and squeezing her ass. Then he shoved his hands up, feeling her back and flanks.

"You're so soft and smooth. Your skin's like hot silk."

Sue started to ride him, rising up slowly, then sinking back down. His long prick slid in and out of her, thrilling the fluffy wet meat of her cuntal chamber. She thrust her tits in his face, letting her nipples brush his lips. He caught one of her nipples and sucked it.

"Oh Kurt, suck it!"

She churned her ass as she slid up and down, her cunt contracting repeatedly as Kurt munched on her hard nipple. The hot juice ran from her reamed cunt and bathed Kurt's swollen balls.

"Sue, oh God I don't believe this!" Kurt crushed her in his arms, covering her tits with kisses.

She clung to him, her arms around his neck. As he bit her neck, she moaned, tossing her head, jerking up and down wildly. His cock was so long, so thick, that she imagined herself impaled on a fence post. His cockhead rammed deep into her womb again and again. Her loins, her belly, ached with a delicious tension and heat.

"I never dreamed it could feel so good," Kurt muttered. His hands were up under her skirt, gripping her naked ass, helping her bounce up and down. "Your cunt – it's indescribable!"

"Then this is your first time with a woman?"

"Yes," Kurt mumbled, sounding ashamed.

"Wonderful! I'm such a lucky woman!" Sue clamped her cunt tightly around his cock and fucked down hard.

"Oh God!" Kurt twisted his head from side to side, his eyes rolling drunkenly.

"Are you almost ready to come, darling?"

"Any second now."

"Don't," Sue said. "Let's make it last." She pulled up off his cock and heard him groan. She mashed her mouth to his, kissing him deeply, shaving her tongue down his throat. Kurt grabbed his cock and tried to shove it back up her cunt.

"Not yet, darling. Let it cool off." Sue broke her embrace and got up out of the man's lap. She went to the door and locked it.

Kurt sat behind his desk, still dressed in his suit coat, his tie loosened, his face flushed, his hair mussed up. From where Sue stood, she couldn't see that he had his pants down.

She chuckled. "You're a sight, Kurt."

"So are you," he said, his eyes traveling down over her naked tits.

Sue did a little dance, making her tits jiggle. She bent over to slip off her high heels. Before she slipped off her dress, she suggested to Kurt that they both get more comfortable.

Kurt undressed as quickly as Superman. He was a giant of a man, his body armored with muscle, his cock standing up like a billy club and throbbing slowly. Sue felt like a naked little girl standing in front of him. They moved toward each other and embraced, Sue trembling in the man's muscular arms.

Sue slid to her knees in front of him and started to lick his balls. The big nuts rolled in their hairy sac and Sue wrapped half her hand around his cock – which was as far as her small hand would go. She bent the rigid prick down so she could lick it. It tasted of her own cunt.

Kurt gazed down at her. "You're incredible! You're like a dream."

Sue returned his gaze with one of her own as she wrapped her lips around his cockhead. She could hardly get his cock in her mouth. It was as big around as two ordinary cocks pressed together. She managed to get her mouth around the head, but she couldn't swallow more than a few inches of shaft.

She lapped at the back of Kurt's cockhead and he groaned, his cock throbbing powerfully, his warm prick lube leaking into her mouth. She swallowed his lube, munched on his cockhead, drooled all over his prickshaft. Then she licked her spit off his endlessly long cock, thrilling to the feel of her tongue rippling over his cock veins.