There was about 20 minutes before the library closed when Mr Ford arrived, smiling brightly at Bev, who instantly flushed at the thought that her fantasy with him had made her climax in the staff toilet. Walking over, he looked around the library and seeing no other members he smiled even more, winked lewdly at Bev and said, ‘You should let your colleague leave. I’m sure you can look after my needs can’t you?’
Bev walked over to her workmate and told her that if she wanted she could leave and she would lock up at closing time and that she would look after Mr Ford. Thanking her, she gathered her possessions and quickly left, glad for an early finish.
Mr Ford had disappeared from view. He had left a book on the counter to be checked in. Bev opened it up to scan the book, noting the Dewey Decimal number and title: 942.06 – History and Literature of the Stuart Period by James Davies. She knew that it had to be taken to the History of England, Stuart Period area on the bookshelves to be placed in the correct place within the books. Closing the book she walked over to the exact area to replace the book. Mr Ford was there waiting. He knew that she would bring the book back to return it to its original place on the shelves.
‘Oh!’ Bev exclaimed, ‘you made me jump!’ Then her eyes noticed something strange. Mr Ford’s erect and rather large penis was jutting out of his flies. Once again Bev involuntarily whispered, ‘Oh, OHH!’
‘No need to be quiet now, my lovely Bev. We’re alone.’
‘The door is unlocked. The library is still open.’
‘No one will be here now. Leave the door, its erotic to have some risk and danger of discovery.’
‘You must leave, Mr Ford.’ Bev said but weakly.
Mr Ford quickly grabbed Bev’s wrist, twisting it slightly, bending her little finger and lifting her arm, which made her stoop slightly at the waist to try to stop the discomfort. She groaned out, so Mr Ford’s other hand went to her mouth and he pushed four fingers into her mouth to stifle any screams that he thought she might try. He found that Bev was very compliant, so he reckoned that tonight might be more easy than he had planned. Walking her down the aisle Bev could feel his erection jabbing at her buttocks. It felt very hard and from what she had seen, it looked very big too, more; longer, thicker than she had been used to by any other lover.
Mr Ford frogmarched Bev towards a table, pushing her over so that her hips and breasts were resting on the table, her feet still on the floor, bent over she felt very vulnerable. She could feel herself lubricate more in the terror and excitement that she was receiving from this old, overweight and smelly man with the big penis poking out of his zip. Mr Ford unfastened his trousers, which fell down around his ankles, Bev’s nose flared to take in more air and could smell more of his musky scent as they fell. He unzipped then pulled Bev’s skirt down over her legs and onto the floor, wrapping around her ankles, exposing her sexy French knickers to his view.
‘Uhh, nice panties. Very sexy, pink, my favourite colour. I like these, I will take them afterwards as a trophy of fucking you tonight. Suck my fingers now – I like that, you dirty librarian.’
Mr Ford reached down to Bev’s fanny, rubbing the fabric of her satin knickers against it, making them both moan in anticipation. He could feel her erect clitoris through the thin fabric as he masturbated her through her underwear. He jabbed at her with his erection, hitting her bum cheeks or anus in what amounted to a teenage boy humping exercise. He moved the loose fitting leg to the side to expose her naturally hairless lips. ‘Oh nice, you have gone up in my estimation, I like smooth lips.’ He quickly pushed a couple of fingers into her fanny. ‘Yes, I thought you would be ready for cock, you’re fucking soaking wet, my little whore.’ He pushed deeper, inserted another finger into her tightness and rammed it back and forth, so her mouth and cunt were full of his fingers at the same time; this lasted perhaps five minutes until the inevitable happened. The fingering and the fact that the door was still unlocked tipped her over the edge once again in the library and she orgasmed, tightly squeezing his invading thick fingers.
Mr Ford removed his fingers from both mouth and pussy at the same time, which made Bev feel empty somehow, missing his thick fingers in her holes. He kept her laid on her front with a firm hand on her back as he stood behind her, rubbing his penis up and down the fabric from her anus to her clitoris. After a minute, he pulled the fabric to the side and started to slide into Bev’s slick fanny. ‘Ohhh, Mr Ford, don’t, please don’t.’ But as actual intercourse was so few and far between she said it quietly so as not to stop this smelly, fat, old man with the big cock from giving her a good hard fucking – she hoped.
‘You’ve such a tight cunt!’ Then he was balls deep and from what she could ascertain his testicles felt as large as a bulls. Bev was not used to a large cock and could feel herself opening up more and more the deeper he got inside of her. He reached over and inserted fingers again into her mouth, fish hooking her and pulling her back as he began methodically fucking her. She thought to herself ‘fully dressed sex! How teenage, how back of the car, how against a wall. I do hope that he lasts a long time!’
Mr Ford was relentless and merciless. Bev couldn’t say a word with his thick fingers in her mouth but did instead suck them as best she could as he pounded on and on in her unprotected fanny. Bev felt her orgasm begin, it rose higher and higher, her twat gripping and contracting around his thick dick as she climaxed. Mr Ford carried on, steadily fucking in the same manner, all thoughts of the open library door completely forgotten. If someone came now to query the unlocked door they would find Bev being expertly fucked and cumming on this old man’s dirty cock. Mr Ford continued, not letting Bev out of his clutches; he didn’t want her to escape from the relentless fucking before he ejaculated He removed his fish hook fingers and gripped Bev’s hips hard so he could really pound into her. His breath was ragged, he was panting, he was sweating onto her blouse. Both were groaning in pleasure, Bev was pushing back, squeezing tighter wanting him to ejaculate into her. Finally his orgasm arrived, he rammed even faster into Bev, who also climaxed. His semen overflowed and drenched her pretty, light pink, French knickers. Mr Ford pulled out and then had Bev kneel down to clean his penis with her mouth as his semen dripped and oozed slowly into her pink panties. He held her head firmly until he had enough, then he pulled away.
Bev stood up, shaking slightly. Mr Ford said, ‘give me your knickers now.’ She reached up and pulled down her ruined panties, drenched with semen and pussy juices. She could feel more semen at the opening of her fanny and knew she would have to wipe herself before she left for home.
Mr Ford took the underwear, sniffed her most intimate scent and put them in his pocket as he pulled up his trousers. Bev was mortified that he could smell her fanny, had taken the undies and also that she had to travel back to her flat without any on to hide her modesty. He left the library with a spring in his step, his final words, ‘same again tomorrow afternoon, 20 minutes before closing, thank you very much.’ Bev pulled up her skirt and zipped it in place then staggered around wondering what had just occurred as she finished closing the library down, getting her handbag and then locking up. She was in a turmoil as she travelled home, very aware of the copious amounts of semen left deep inside her vagina.
The End
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