Steve Golden - Line up for the librarian

"Do you want me to suck you off?" she asked. "I'll suck you off if you like."

"Maybe later. Just jerk me off for now. Your hand feels real good on my cock."

He sat there on the edge of his desk, quite content to let her pull on his swelling prick with her slender fingers. He appeared to be in no hurry at all, as if he had all the time in the world. He lodged his hands in his pockets again and simply stared at her, studying her gorgeous face as she jerked off his cock.

Vickie grew slightly self-conscious under his gaze. It felt so strange. This man was the head of the library, the symbol of authority for her. And here she was yanking on his growing erection. He was straddling the corner of his desk, his long legs spread on either side of her, his pink cock pumping in her fist. It just didn't feel right, somehow.

"Open up my pants," he instructed.

She did as she was told, allowing his prick to sway as she fumbled for his belt clasp and pants top. His prick loomed out like a wet rocket, pointing at her face. His cock was more than half-erect now, its domed head shining brightly. As she pulled down his pants and shorts, she bent his prick down beneath the elastic. Then it snapped back violently against his belly as she tugged his clothes farther down his thighs.

"Careful, you stupid slut!" he complained, watching his prick vibrate back and forth in front of him. He had lifted up a fraction off the desk to let her pull down his pants. Now, instead of sitting back down, he decided to remain standing. Once she'd succeeded in pulling his clothes to the floor, he moved in even closer.

Vickie finished untangling his pants and shorts from his legs and turned up her lovely face to await more instructions. But she was suddenly confronted by the colossal spike of his prick just inches from her face. Before she had time to respond, he began slapping his hardening cock back and forth across her face, patting each of her cheeks in turn with stinging blows. She winced and tried to draw back.

"Stay where you are, whore!" he growled, his erection slapping across her face. "Don't fucking move an inch!"

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" Vickie closed her eyes in self-defense. He wasn't hurting her. There was only so much force he could get behind his swinging prick. But she was taken aback with shock. She just hadn't expected him to start slapping her with his hard-on!

"You like that, cunt? You like that?" he went on, whacking her face with his cock. His prick made soft rapping sounds on her face.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Vickie answered. It felt so strange! How could she like it?

He was suddenly grabbing her behind her neck with a strong hand, pulling her closer to him, rubbing the head of his cock against her pretty face. He smeared seeping pre-cum juices on her skin, leaving clear trails of wetness on her cheeks and along her nose. She was forced to shut her eyes as he began rubbing his cockhead against her eyelids and over her forehead.

"Feels so nice! Feels so nice to rub my cock into your sweet little whore face!" he groaned, circling his cock around and around on her skin. "You're so beautiful! I don't believe how beautiful you are! What a face! What a fucking face!"

Vickie sat in her chair in front of him and let him do as he liked, tilting up her face so that he could smear his cock onto her. Well, whatever turned him on! It was something she often liked to do herself, smear a guy's cock all over her face. Hadn't she done it with Donald in the broom closet?

Her face shook on a shiny coating as the juices seeping from his cockhead clung to her skin. The thin film dried quickly and the stuff felt tight across her features. She wondered how long this would go on. She was curious to know if he would fuck her or what. She felt herself getting wet between her legs.

"Come here," he said suddenly, backing off from her and gripping her wrist. He was pulling her up out of her seat, twisting her around, laying her down over the corner of the desk. He cradled her head and neck in his strong hand, tilted her back till her face was upside down beneath him and her lovely platinum hair was cascading to the floor.

"Ungh!" Vickie grunted, caught completely off guard.

"Gonna fuck your face! Gonna cram my hard cock into that sweet little mouth of yours and fuck it till you scream!" he gloated, thrusting his prick forward. His granite-hard cockhead scraped up along her cheek and poked her in the eye as it searched for her mouth.

Vickie tried to settle comfortably on the cluttered desk top, spreading her legs out on either side and gripping the edges with her hands. She let her head fall back onto his supporting palms and opened her mouth obligingly, figuring the best thing to do was help him out before he hurt her. His fat cockhead plowed between her lips and across her tongue.

"Ggglllmmmnnnn!" she slobbered, her mouth suddenly full of hard cock.

He thrust forward harshly, driving his cockhead deep into her throat with one lunge. His dangling balls flopped crazily against her nose. Her cheeks ballooned hugely. She began to snort loudly.

"Gonna fuck your mouth! Gonna fuck your face!" he raved, beginning a steady in-and-out motion with his hips. His spit-slick cock drove in and out of her ravaged lips. His prick glistened brightly each time it cleared her mouth.

Vickie stayed absolutely still, fearful that he'd do her some damage if she moved so much as an inch. His balls smacked against her nose again and again, and she tried to adjust her breathing so that she could snort in air whenever his hairy sac swung away from her. For some reason she kept her eyes open, watching his swaying balls.

"What a hot little bitch! What a cocksucking slut!" he wailed, starting to fuck her mouth in earnest. He let go of her head and neck now, forcing her to support herself. He planted his hands on her tit mounds. He mauled and mangled them through her dress, kneading her full globes.

Vickie's mind raced. Who would believe it? All this time she'd thought Mr. Saunders to be a grim, sexless, middle-aged intellectual, and here he was, naked to the waist, fucking his thick cock in and out of her mouth! This certainly was a different side to him! Underneath he was just as kinky as everyone else!

Saunders sawed his cock in and out of her mouth, forcing her ragged lips to accept his stone-hard erection. He moved faster and faster, pistoning his prick back and forth madly. His ass cheeks were a blur of motion. They flexed and pumped and twitched beneath his shirt-tails.

"Gglllggglll!" Vickie moaned, her head spinning. It was so difficult to keep her neck aligned without any support. The back of her neck was tense and sore. She clenched his thighs.

"Such tits! Such gorgeous fucking tits!" he chanted. "We'll save them for later! We'll save your tits for later! Then we can really have some fun, yes sir!"

Later? What did he mean? How long was this going to last? Did he plan to keep on using her after he'd shot off down her throat? Was he going to fuck her afterward maybe? Perhaps he wouldn't come in her mouth at all. He might pull out before he came and stick his cock somewhere else!

"I think I'm gonna come soon! I think I'm gonna come!" he said bucking his cock back and forth insanely. Sweat was pouring down his face and dripping from his chin.

Vickie moaned. She wished it was over. She wished he'd come and be finished.

One of her hands left his thigh and waved about aimlessly in the air for a moment. Then she found what she was looking for. Her fingers closed around the swinging sac of his balls and she squeezed tightly. No reason why she should be the only uncomfortable one! How did he like having a fist gripping his balls!

"Aaannnggghhh!" he grunted, clenching his eyes shut. He'd been ready to come. The jism in his nuts was sizzling.