Chapter 7

I entered the ‘library’ carrying a pile of books, which I placed on the desk in front of Kristi. She was doing some ‘paperwork’ and looked up at me over the top of her half-moon spectacles.

“Yes?”

“I’m returning these,” I said. “They’re a bit late. Sorry.”

Kristi gave me a hard stare for a few seconds. She looked quite severe. Her blonde hair was pulled back into such a tight bun that her dark roots showed through. She was the very picture of middle-class respectability.

She reached for the pile of books and opened the first one. Then she opened the second. And the third.

“They’re more than a bit late,” she said, sternly.

I shrugged.

“Six months! Six months overdue. You do realise this will result in a large fine.”

I nodded. “I expected so. Do you take Visa?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, this is a library, not Waitrose. Cash only.”

“But ... But I don’t have any cash. Well not much.” I took my wallet from my pocket and looked inside. “About twenty-five pee.”

Kristi rolled her eyes. “Typical.” She pushed her glasses to the end of her nose and pointedly looked me up and down. In any other circumstances, it would have been a look of condescension. But this was not any other circumstances.

She licked her lips. “Well ... I suppose we’ll have to find some other way for you to pay the fine.”

I smirked. “Really. What did you have in mind?”

She stood, pushing her chair back with her legs as she did, then with a straight back, she walked around the desk until she was standing in front of me. Still looking over the top of her glasses, she fixed her gaze on my face and said in a sultry voice, “Hmm, let’s see, shall we. I haven’t had a good fucking for, oh, about as long as you’ve had those books. Let’s see if what you’ve got in here—” She reached out her right hand to grab my dick through my chinos. “—is enough to cover what you owe.”

Then she dropped slowly to her knees—still with a straight back to maintain that air of middle-classness—unbuttoned my trousers and pulled down my zip. And since I wasn’t wearing any undies, my hard cock—sorry my hard #fatcock—sprung out and almost hit her on the nose.

“Oh, my!” she said, grabbing my cock and giving it a few strokes—she could barely get her fingers around it. “With this thing, you can keep the books for another six months.”

She licked from base to tip in a long, slow, sensuous movement, then slipped the head between her plump red lips, stretching her mouth around my girth and sucking hard so that her cheeks indented. Then she popped off before repeating the move—licking from the base to tip again before sucking hard on the head.

Then she attacked me. There’s a technique to blowjobs that you only ever see in porn. It’s hard. It’s fast. It’s aggressive.

It’s not that nice to be on the receiving end of, to be honest. All my girls knew how to do it but they rarely did it at home because it didn’t do anything for me—which I guess is kind of the point. It looks great on camera but doesn’t bring the man enough pleasure to get off.

Kristi gave me her aggressive blowjob for a few minutes, moving her head a lot, twisting her hand around my cock rather than stroking it. She removed her glasses and I let her hair down from her matronly bun so that it flowed down around her shoulders and over her face—although she was quick to push it off her face so the camera could still capture my cock stretching her lips.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and used it to push and pull her head towards and away from my cock. Then I held her head still and fucked her face as aggressively as she’d sucked me. She looked up at me as I did that. Her eyes were starting to water and her make-up starting to run, but that look in her eyes told me she loved every second.

I backed away from her, pulling my cock free and pulled her up off her knees and guided her to sit on the desk. We kissed, just as aggressively as everything else we’d done so far, while I tugged off her cardi and tore open her blouse to expose her massive tits in a lacy black bra.

“You know,” I said as I mauled those lovely tits. “The way I see it, you’re a public servant. Which means I pay your wages. Which makes me your employer. Kind of. And I like to make sure my employees are fully satisfied.”

Okay, the script was shit. But really, who watches porn for the quality of the writing?

“So...” I slid my hands down her body, over her skirt and onto her stocking covered legs. “Since you look so ... unsatisfied ... How about I do something about it?”

I slid my hands up her legs, pushing her skirt up to bring her stocking tops into view. Up I went, past her stocking tops and up over her hips, pushing her skirt all the way up to reveal the kind of arse cheeks a man just wants to bury his face between.

Then I pushed her back so she lay on the desk and got on my knees to worship at her altar of womanliness. I pushed her legs apart and found...

Crotchless panties.

They’d dressed her in fucking crotchless panties for fuck’s sake. I bet that was Mel’s idea. She knew how to get my motor running.

Kristi’s position was perfect. It pulled her pussy open slightly. And what a lovely looking pussy she had. It was like a delicate little flower, its petals opening to capture the first rays of the spring sun. Her lips were deep red, swollen with blood, which told me that she was very, very turned on.

And I wondered how long she’d been in this state...

Framed as it was by those crotchless panties, her pussy was a picture that wouldn’t have been out of place in an art gallery. Except, you didn’t do to fine art what I did to Kristi’s pussy.

I’m sure she wasn’t expecting me to dive straight in the way I did. Her squeal as my tongue thrust up between her lips and as deep into her pussy as I could get it told me that.

She gripped the edge of the desk with one hand and palmed her tits with the other as I fucked her with my tongue the way some men can’t even fuck with their cocks.

I have a longer than average tongue. Thicker than average too. It’s one of my gifts. While I alternated thrusting my tongue up inside her and pulling it out to lick along the length of her pussy, I moved one hand so that I could strum her clit.