Chapter 6

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.

"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!