The Library The library was quiet. He’d been sat updating the database since 8.30 am. It was 10am and with it being a Bank Holiday not a soul had come in through the doors. He slipped through to the little kitchen and put the kettle on, spooned out some coffee into the cafetiere and got the milk from the fridge. His bloody luck! Someone had to be in on the Monday… and he’d drawn the short straw. The new ball-busting lady boss… she’d only started on the Friday and she’d insisted on him coming in and covering the shift! He’d only met her briefly… but at time and a half plus a day off in lieu… he didn’t feel too hard done by. Plus the place was empty. The rest of the staff would be lying in bed, nursing hangovers or out and about. But not sitting bored at work. Just as the kettle clicked off he heard the doors swing and the sound of heels clacked across the wooden floor of the main reference area. They stopped at the Issue Desk. He leaned around the corner and called “I’ll be right with you!” As he turned the corner and approached the desk he looked to see what poor soul was spending their Holiday Monday in the Reference Department of the City Library. The “poor soul” was none other than his boss! Short dark hair, a dash of red lipstick, shining dark eyes and she was wearing a dark wool suit. The skirt came just above her knee and the tightly buttoned jacket had a dazzling cleavage pouting at his eyes. “I hope you can help me...” she asked smiling, arching her dark eyebrows questioningly. “I’ll do my best.” he laughed “Sorry I was just getting my coffee on there. Be right with you. What brings you in today? I thought I was the only person on today.” “Well I thought I’d come in and see how you were getting on. I like mine black.” she said “No sugar.” He pulled out two cups and brought the cafetiere through to the Issue Desk. She pulled up a stool and sat across the desk from him as he plunged the filter and poured the coffee. He felt his hand shake a little, but steadied himself and passed her over a cup. He poured himself in a little milk and took a sip of his. “Thank you.” She said sipping at hers “I was only joking… I didn’t actually expect you to bring me a coffee!” “All part of the service!” he smiled “I’m hardly rushed off my feet today!” “So I see. I’m going to be needing a bit of peace and quiet for something I’m needing to work on.” She laughed, flirting outrageously and crossing her legs. “Well, there are a few places you could use.” He couldn’t resist flirting back with her. He smiled and settled himself back in his chair, he had no idea where he was going with it… but it sure as hell beat inputting ISBN codes on new stock. She looked a year or two older than him, but very fit and with some fantastic curves which her superbly cut suit tucked in and accentuated beautifully. He knew she’d caught him sizing her up but she’d let him get on with it, crossed her legs, smiled and sat back sipping her coffee. “I thought I might find somewhere back there. You know… through the back?” “The old reference section there? I could open it up for you? Plenty of space to work in there.” “”That sounds fine.” She said and rose from her seat. He reached into the desk drawer and pulled out the keys to the room. It was full of antiquarian papers, census returns and parish records. There were a couple of large desks and a few private study booths with desk shelves and comfy chairs. “I think one of those booths will do just fine.” She walked casually over to the first booth, pushed open the door and sat down in the upright, pine-green leather chair facing the desk shelf in front of her. She raised a knee over one of the low armrests. Her skirt rode up slightly revealing a little more thigh. He was mesmerised. She didn’t seem pushy or strange… just very… relaxed. His pulse was pumping fit to burst out of his chest. She turned her upper body to face him. Her firm cleavage bulged smooth and full at top of her tightly buttoned suit jacket. She caught him right in the eyes with her smiling gaze. “Why don’t you be a dear and just turn the lock on that main door for a little while?” He was out of the reference room and dropping the lock on the main entry doors without a moment’s hesitation. He swung the “Closed – Back in 20 minutes” sign around in the glass window and walked as casually back to the reference room as he could. She had each leg hoisted over either leather arm rest and her skirt hoisted high up her thighs. “Come over here.” she said softly and pointed between her legs “I need you down there.” He walked quietly into the booth and knelt in front of her open legs. Her black heels dangled in mid-air off either side of the chair’s arms. Her hands were working at her crotch. He moved his face in, kissing her inner thighs and licking at her soft flesh. Her hands were busy. One hand had drawn back her tiny lace panties with her little finger while her index finger stroked her clit. The other hand was gripping a large flesh-pink dildo, sliding the head in and out of her pouting pussy. “I want you to lick me there… just where it’s going in. “ He moved his face further into her crotch. He could smell her pussy and ran his tongue along the edge of her pussy lips, feeling the bendy dildo brush against his tongue as it moved in and out of her wet cunt. Her breath was coming in short gasps as she sank the full length slowly in and out her cunt. He continued licking firmly, yet gently along each side of her wet pink lips while she worked her toy smoothly in and out. She sat further back into the chair and raised her legs wider and further apart. He could lick all the way round her cunt as she stuffed the thick dildo deep into her pussy. He kept licking, first up one side of her pussy and then the other. Her cunt lips were smooth, freshly shaved and tasted beautiful. His cock was bursting at his flies and he ached to pull it out… but kept working at her cunt with his mouth. It felt incredibly horny to be working alongside her fingers and the thick shaft of the dildo. Once she had worked her toy all the way in, she took a hold of his head forcing him to work his tongue harder against her cunt, Her breath started coming faster and her fingers were working overtime on her slippery clit and trying to keep a grip of the wet dildo. His face was dripping with her juices. “Stand up.” she said, still working the dildo deep inside her. He was on his feet in no time and stepped towards her and unbuttoned her jacket. She was wearing nothing under the suit jacket. Her full breasts swung free and he dropped his mouth onto them and started sucking and licking, first one then the other. Her pace with the dildo quickened. “Get your cock out!” she hissed. With one move he whipped his fly down and popped his rigid cock out towards her face. He slowly pulled the foreskin back and nudged the swollen sticky head towards her open mouth. She twisted her head around to get a better angle. His cock slid easily into her open lips and she took him deep into her throat on his first tentative thrust. Her mouth felt wonderfully soft and warm, easing itself around his swollen cockhead like a gentle liquid velvet caress. He started slowly sliding his stiffening cock back and forwards into her face. She nodded for him with keenness and he started picking up the pace as she took his cock readily into her mouth and throat. She was thoroughly enjoying it. She tilted her head back slightly so that she was more able to take his full length deep into her throat more easily. It felt wonderful. He didn’t feel like coming at all. He was just getting harder and harder and thicker and his throbbing cockhead even more swollen and engorged. She was struggling to take it all now and as she ripped through a noisy orgasm, he pulled his cock out and rubbed its wet sticky head across her lipsticked mouth, smearing it a little. Her fingers eventually slowed at her clit and she slid the dripping dildo out of her pouting cunt. He spoke to her directly. “I’m going to slide this cock into you now. Now stand up. And bend over that desk.” He wasn’t normally quite so directive but he felt it was obvious that she needed to be bent over the desk and fucked from behind. She bent willingly over the desk and he rammed the head of his cock into her soft pussy and it slid effortlessly up and down the soft depths of her cunt. He ensured that with each thrust he pulled his cock out all the way, so that he could feel his swollen cock part her smooth wet cunt lips with his throbbing fleshy helmet. With each stroke, the head of his cock seemed to swell even thicker and firmer, parting her smooth wet cunt lips like silk on the way back in. He reached his hands around her to grasp her breasts and pull her back onto him. She got the idea and started bracing her buttocks higher to get a fuller penetration from his rigid cock. He stood still for a few minutes enjoying the sensation as she backed her eager pussy lips back and forth onto the head of his cock, teasing and twisting with her silky cunt. His shaft felt like rock, his throbbing helmet burned hot, steaming into her cunt which parted like soft butter as his hot cockhead was enveloped by her sweet minge. He grabbed her by the waist and started pumping his cock hard into her again. He was really fucking her now. Their bodies were merging like a set of oiled gears and he could feel her tongue darting across his fingers as he squeezed and rubbed her nipples. He carefully raised her breasts higher up toward her mouth, one at a time, and sank his cock in deep as he felt her lips lick at her own breasts and suck at her nipples. He now had her bent right over the desk banging his cock in as hard as he could. She could no longer back onto it. She simply splayed her thighs wide and took the cock as deep and hard into her as he could pump it. He felt her coming again, her fingers had dropped to her clit as she frigged herself through another orgasm. He was ready to shoot his load, slammed his cock in as far as it would go and let his balls drain, firing volley after volley of hot spunk up her wet cunt. She bucked and ground her sopping minge against him until every drop had left his cock. He was still semi-hard as he slid it out of her cunt. She sat back down on the chair and lifted his cock into her mouth again. His shaft was soon rock hard again and again she was starting to have difficulty taking it all in. She held his meaty cock out in front of her face and looked up at him. “I’d love you to fuck my tits now. I’m going to twat myself silly with my dildo while you do. I want you to come all over them. Would you mind? The suit will definitely need to go to the dry cleaners anyway; I don’t think it is too difficult to get semen and fanny batter out of wool. Well I hope not. No matter.” He remembered that he was getting time and a half, plus a day off in lieu for coming in on the holiday. It was great to meet the new boss as well. He took his meaty fuck bar and started bashing the sticky wet head off her swollen nipples and then slid his length between her breasts. As he pumped at her, she dropped her head and licked at his cock head as it emerged at the top of her cleavage. Her hand had dropped back down to her crotch and she slid her thick rubbery dildo back into her pussy and started working overtime.