Steve Golden - Line up for the librarian

She rolled over, back into her own seat, her legs-and crotch, shining with sap even in the darkness. She tugged up her tangled panties, flopping the brief triangle over her wet cunt with a soft snap. She refitted her hose as best she could and folded her skirt back down over her legs. Her pussy was still spasming from the last sparks of her climax.

He gazed blankly at the screen, his cock a limp wet noodle in his lap. He didn't bother to dress. He simply sat there, his pants opened wide, spunk and cunt juice soiling him. He breathed deeply, as if he'd taken a long swim. His tongue lolled from the corner of his mouth.

Vickie didn't even look at him. She finished dressing and stood up, wobbly. Then she turned abruptly away from him and walked out of the theater, not even acknowledging his presence. He didn't seem to notice. He stared at the screen like a man in a dream.

She stepped out into the street and blinked at the light, a little surprised that it was still so bright out, that the streets were still so full of midday crowds going about their business. Somehow, for her, it felt like the dead of night. She strode rapidly down the sidewalk, trying to ignore the slimy cum that was seeping out her cunt and down her thighs.

Though everyone working in the library referred to him as "old Saunders", the head of the staff was really no such thing. He was in his late forties. He was strong and robust looking, with sexy grey hair speckling his temples. He looked more like a successful businessman than a head librarian, and only his wire-rimmed glasses gave him a faintly intellectual air.

He was stern, and he didn't appear to have much of a sense of humor to those who came in contact with him. Not many people did, of course, and this probably added to his reputation. As far as Vickie had heard, he only called people into his office when he was displeased with them and wanted to dress them down or fire them. He never, to her knowledge, called in people for a pleasant chat.

But she tried to cheer herself up with the notion that few people really knew what old Mr. Saunders was all about. She was nervous, she couldn't pretend she wasn't, but she tried to concentrate on the positive aspects of her past employment. She'd been a good librarian, efficient and thorough. She'd never been late, and until this week had hardly had a day off. Maybe she was going to be an exception.

Maybe she was going to be called into his office for a friendly talk.

Deep down she felt that this wasn't so, but she ignored the feelings. She worked steadily through the afternoon and was tapping on Mr. Saunders' door several minutes before the appointed time. She wanted to get it over with.

"Come in, Vickie, my dear," Mr. Saunders welcomed as she stood in the open doorway. "Take a seat. I'd like to talk to you."

She moved across the room, surprised that he even knew her first name, let alone was friendly enough to use it. In all the time she'd worked here, she couldn't recall him once addressing her by her first name. She couldn't remember him ever speaking to her, period, in fact, after the initial interview he had given her. And that had been so long ago. She couldn't recall what he had said.

He stood up as she entered. While she slipped into a seat in front of his desk and collected her thoughts, he turned his back on her and stared out the window. His office was spacious and pleasant, with big plants in the corners. On his large desk was a clutter of papers.

He suddenly spun around, stepped beside the desk, then sat on its edge, facing her. His long legs were spread out on either side of her, and she found herself gazing at his crotch. He had his hands in his pockets, but now he pulled them out and planted them on his thighs. He leaned over and spoke very softly.

"You've been with us a while now, haven't you, Vickie?" he queried pleasantly, staring into her big blue eyes.

"Yes, I have…" she murmured, suddenly very shy in front of him. His presence was a little overwhelming. She heard her heart pounding softly.

"And this week you've been away, and you've seemed so distracted," he went on, reaching out to caress her cheek with his fingertips. "Why is that?"

"I… I'm not sure…" she lied, suddenly quite embarrassed under his steady stare.

"Could it be too much cock?" he persisted, quite matter-of-factly. "Could the reason you're so distracted be your involvement with cocks this past little while?"

Vickie's heart lurched. So that asshole Frye had told on her after all! Or was it Donald? Who knew? Old Saunders had her number, that's all that mattered right now. Somehow he'd found out about her fuck sessions in the library. Maybe he even had spies all over the place. Maybe Frye or Donald hadn't told on her after all.

"I know how it is for young girls, especially young girls working in libraries and places like that. It can all get so boring, can't it? Among all those books, I mean. I can understand how a pretty young girl would get so bored and frustrated."

What was he getting at? she wondered. Just what in hell was he getting at? And he was looking at her so strangely! His eyes were lit up so! It was as if he was seeing her for the first time.

"What do you think of this?" he asked. Suddenly he was snapping at his fly, wriggling out the limp snake of his pink cock. He held it in his hand as if he were asking her to look over a passage in a book. His prick looked like a huge hunk of salami in his fist.

"Mr. Saunders! I don't know what to say!" she began, staring at his cock in fascination. "It's nice. I mean… it's a fine-looking cock…"

"Of course it's a fine-looking cock! It's one of the finest-looking cocks you'll ever see! But does anyone ever see it, in this Godforsaken library? Never! I never get to use it! I'm the head of a fucking library, so everyone thinks I'm sexless!"

Vickie glanced at his face quickly. Was this guy nuts? She thought he'd invited her here to fire her, and instead he was showing her his cock.

"You've no idea how long I've watched you from afar, Miss Vickie! Ever since you first came here! I've been too shy to do anything, of course. I always thought you were such a virginal little girl. But after what I saw you do last week, and with all those different men! Well, I decided I couldn't miss out on the fun! I decided since everyone else was fucking you, I deserved a piece of the action too!"

Vickie stared at him in disbelief. For a moment she didn't understand what he was talking about. Then she opened her mouth slowly. "How did you know… How did you see…"

"There's nothing I don't see in this library. I'm all over the place. Everywhere. Though I keep out of sight, naturally. Last week I saw you fucking some guy between the stacks. Then I saw you later in the week in the basement with one of our own employees. It was great. I enjoyed every minute of it."

Vickie was surprised he didn't mention the session with Donald. But then that had been in the broom closet. Even Mr. Saunders couldn't have gotten a front row seat for that little episode! She stared at him dumbly. Then she glanced at the limp snake of his cock in his fist. He was priming it slowly, and his prick was growing steadily, pointing at her.

"What… what do you want me to do?" she asked sweetly. "I'm not sure I understand." Her huge eyes drifted from his face to his cock, then back again.

"Well, I haven't quite decided yet. First of all, you can take my cock in your hand. That'll be a start. I'll think of what I want to do as we go along."

He followed her movements as she reached for his gnarled cock with her long cool fingers. She tilted his cock up toward her and began a slow easy, pumping on it with her hand. Then she stared up at his face to see what he wanted done next. She suddenly seemed very young and innocent there in her boss' office.