Chapter 4

Vickie didn't feel that much better for her day off. Her joints were sore from the heavy fucking and her jaw ached. Her asshole was especially sensitive. It felt like it had been reamed by a bat handle, and in a way it had. Rick's cock was huge. Sitting down now was not particularly pleasant, though she was glad to be back at work if only to rest up a little.

Midway through the afternoon, she was visited by Gary Frye, a colleague from the first floor. She'd always avoided him because he so obviously considered himself a ladies' man. His swagger and come-on manner always irritated her, and she'd played it cool with him. As long as there was one girl he couldn't get to first base with, she figured, there was always a chance he'd learn a thing or two about humility. But he seemed to remain very interested in her.

And he didn't appear too humble as he approached her desk. If anything, his manner was more confident, more leering than ever. Obviously Gary Frye was a very hard case. Same guys just never learned. They thought all chicks were turned on by overly aggressive men.

"What's cookin' Vickie baby?" he began, a wide smirk on his good-looking features.

Vickie almost laughed out loud. What a jerk this guy was! If he weren't so pathetic, he'd be hilarious. What did all the girls see in him?

"What you say we take a walk? It's about your coffee time, isn't it?" he went on, gazing fondly at her enormous tits.

"Frye, I wouldn't go for a walk with you for any price. Why don't you just fuck off?"

He stayed where he was, glaring at her hungrily. "My friend Donald in the business section told me you just love to take walks with the boys. He said he had a little session with you the other day that left him tuckered out. 'Couse if management ever found out that you like to get your exercise in library closets with no clothes on, they might take it badly. What do you think? How do you think old Saunders would react if he knew you sucked off your fellow employees in broom closets?"

Vickie cursed to herself. Damn that Donald asshole anyway! Why couldn't he just keep quiet about their little session? Why did he have to go and spoil the whole thing? Saunders was the chief of the library. He was a stern supervisor, and she rarely saw him unless he was really upset with her. That's all she needed, to have Saunders find out about her screwing around in closets! She'd be out of a job in no time!

"You're a snake, Frye," she sneered, her eyes flashing.

"Snakes I don't know much about, except this one here in my pants. How about it? Do I get a blowjob or do I go see old Saunders?"

Vickie sighed. She eyed him up and down and thought quickly. Well, what the hell? It was easier than sitting here arguing with him. It was better than having to go to dinner with him or spend any length of time in his company. Why not? She could suck him off and get it all over with real fast. At least it would give her time to think things over.

"Well, what do you say, cockteaser? You going to wrap those lovely soft lips around my cock or what?"

"Where? We can't do it here. Where should we go?" she asked softly.

"Closets aren't my thing. Let's go down to the basement," he suggested.

He led the way, glancing behind him every so often to make sure she was following. He felt his cock growing more excited by the minute. The basement was a huge, cavernous place where old books were stored and they had the area completely to themselves. Frye tugged her into a shady corner and forced her to her knees without any preliminaries. He placed his hands on his hips and shoved his crotch at her face. There was an arrogant sneer on his lips.

"Unzip me and take out my cock," he instructed, enjoying the sight of the prim librarian kneeling on the floor in front of him.

Vicky was wearing her glasses, and her blonde hair was again tied back stylishly. She was very lovely. Vickie reached up and did as she was told, tugging down his zipper loudly. She fumbled around inside, searching for his prick, but then gave up and decided to undress him properly. She unfastened the tops of his pants and let them slide to the floor. Then she tugged down his shorts and thrust them down around his knees.

There was a tremendous slapping sound as the great heavy log of his cock snapped up from his tight shorts and smacked her full in the face. His cock head grazed her cheek and bumped her glasses out of place before she knew what was happening. His prick was already two thirds erect.

"Ohhhhhh!" gasped Vickie, blinking. "You're hard already! You've got a hard-on!"

"Of course I've got a hard-on, you stupid cunt! I've been creaming my pants all day looking forward to this! I've been dreaming of those soft lips for hours!"

Vickie blushed, curling her slender fingers around the heated pole of his cock. How flattering! To have a guy creaming in his pants for her! She smiled. His cock was large. His foreskin peeled back, and the shaft wriggled with thick blue veins. She might enjoy this after all! She might not mind sucking off Gary Frye one little bit!

"Well, are you going to suck the fucking thing or stare at it all day?" he croaked, his eyes wild with tension. "I came here for a blowjob, you know!"

Vickie ignored him, examining his cock carefully. Her hand slid slowly, easily up and down on his huge prick, priming him for what was to come. The tight piss-slit winked at her saucily. The outer skin of his cock slid slickly over the thick inner shank.

"That's it! That feels better!" he breathed, watching his cock grow in her gently pumping fist. Her fingers were cool and tender on his hot prick.

"This is some cock, Frye," she muttered admiringly, her big eyes taking in every inch of his twitching prick. "Too bad you're such an asshole. We could have gotten together before now."

"Just suck the fucking thing, cockteaser!" he replied, glaring down at her.

Vickie leaned toward the looming cock and gave it a fast lick just below the head. Then her full lips sucked in, and his cock head was just inside her mouth. His prick throbbed hotly, laying on her velvet tongue. Her cheeks hollowed, then ballooned as she began to suck his prick.

"Yeah! Ohhh, yeah!" he groaned, staring at her dazedly. "Suck that cock! Suck that hot throbbing cock!"

The great fat head of his cock bumped the insides of Vickie's cheeks. An inch of solid cockmeat followed, slipping between her lips and onto her tongue. She opened her mouth a little, turned her face this way and that, so that he could see what she was doing to his captured prickhead. Her pink tongue darted everywhere, supporting his cock underneath, then circling up alongside and over the crown. She closed her eyes in concentration.

"Feels good! Feels good, whore!" he praised. "You sure know how to use that mouth of yours! You got the mouth of a hundred-dollar whore!"

She was about to break off her sucking to tell him she could do without the commentary, but then she thought better of it. It was a hell of a time to get into an argument. She sucked his cockhead harder, determined to get him off as quickly as possible. Her fist shucked up and down on his prick, and her free hand came up to cup his swinging balls.

His cock had grown to full size in her hand and it bloated her mouth like some monstrous growth. She tilted her head, angled down her mouth, then sucked in two, three, four inches of his cock shaft. The head nudged the roof of her mouth and snaked quickly into her widened throat. Her lips wrapped tightly around his prick midway down its trunk.

"Ohhh, fuck! That feels so nice! That tongue of yours is really something, little lady! Suck my cock!" he urged.

Vickie paused, then plunged deeper on his pulsing prick. Her lips wriggled, and suddenly she was snorting in his crotch hair. All of his cock was embedded in her mouth. She removed her hand from his prick. His cockhead was now lodged firmly in her throat.

"You took it all! That's the stuff! I knew you were a mean cocksucker when I first set eyes on you! There's a librarian who can suck a mean cock, I said to myself!"