by Bridy McAvoy
I sighed but he beat me to the punch.
“You met someone, is that it?”
I chuckled. “When do you three give me the time to do that?”
“Well, we do know this isn’t your only home. There are some nights you’re not here.”
“I am studying for an exam board.”
“So there isn’t anyone then?”
The sigh this time was much deeper. “There was, but I was a bit silly, and he finished it.”
“Sorry, sweetie. What guy would willingly give up a sweet pussy like yours?”
“Because I never gave him any.”
“Huh?”
I shrugged this time, and moved to take another swig from my beer. Realizing the bottle was empty, I reached for another one. Max took it from me, our fingers touching, and I shivered, remembering how good those fingers felt anywhere on my body. He twisted the top off the beer and handed it back to me with a flourish.
“Long story, Max. My story, and I guess my mistake.”
“His loss.”
I looked straight at him. “Is not your gain.” After a few seconds I continued. “A moment ago you said no man would willingly give up my sweet pussy. Max, I’m asking you to do exactly that. And your sons. No more.”
He smiled, a tight one that didn’t reach his eyes and he didn’t say anything for a while. He finished his beer and rose to his feet. He came around the small table between us, prized my hand off the beer bottle and gently tugged me to my feet. I was enfolded in a bear hug that fair took my breath away. He squeezed even harder, lifting me off my feet, probably waiting until he heard me react.
“Max!” I choked it out and he laughed, putting me back on my feet. He brushed my hair from my eyes and smiled down into my eyes, but he didn’t let go.
“Sweetie, if I was to kiss you now, I know full well that we’d be in that bedroom of yours within five minutes with me easing those jeans down your legs.”
“Max, no.”
He nodded his head, but made no move to kiss me. “Yes, Sammie, yes. I know my little sweetheart with that adorable, grasping eager little pussy. You would do so, and you’d love every single second of it. Admit it?”
I knew it was true, knew he could do that to me, and I’d let him, despite my resolve. My body was screaming at me to give in. Max, though, was talking a game, not playing one.
“I’m not going to do that, sweet cheeks. The moment I saw you sitting there with your legs covered—something I’ve never seen before—I knew.”
He let go and returned to his seat. I sank into mine, gratefully, as my legs didn’t want to carry my weight. He finished his beer, put the bottle down and chuckled again, shaking his head.
“I guess the boys will be disappointed, but don’t worry, I will tell them—they won’t bother you. Shit, I’m disappointed.”
“Thanks, Max.”
“Are you sure…not just for old times’ sake.”
“No, Max. Not a good idea.”
“Not to say I won’t try sometimes when I see you.”
“As long as the refusal doesn’t offend.”
“I know the boys will try too.”
“Likewise about the offence part.”
He nodded. I could see the regret in his eyes as he looked at me. “Listen, two weeks on Saturday.”
“Yes?”
“It’s Max Junior’s twenty-first.”
I laughed. “I’m not jumping out of a cake or being his present.”
He managed to look offended but then joined in my laughter. “Actually, I was going to invite you to the party. I was going to invite you before we started this conversation.”
“What sort of party, Max? Just the four of us?” Visions of the three of them slowly stripping me out of a party dress, peeling off my underwear and then taking turns to fuck me all night swirled in my head.
“I’d love to know what was just in your mind. But, no, a proper party. There’ll be about fifty people there. All proper and above board. Might be good for you, actually—chance to meet up with some of the movers and shakers of the lakeside community.”
“Thank you, I’ll try to make it. But…”
“But. Let me guess. I have to tell both of them not to try and take you outside, right?”
“Something like that.”
“Oh. Applies to me too?”
“Correct.”
“No worries. You gave us the wave off, not like I didn’t expect it at some point.”
Max rose to his feet and walked back around to my side of the table again. He stared down at me for a moment then bent down and brushed his lips across my cheek.
“Let me know when you want me to get the boat fetched back. Don’t worry, we’ll be good. Bye, Sammie.”
I bit my lip as I watched him walk away, then finished my beer, grabbed the cooler and rushed inside. I made sure the lock was engaged on the door before I fell on the bed and sobbed for a good twenty minutes.
* * * *
“Max was good to his word, honey. He never bothered me again. We still keep in touch, as you know, but strictly on a business level only.”
“He does have that glint in his eye, though.”
“Yeah, I know. But he never touched me again.”
“And the boys?”
“I rang him on the Sunday and asked him to get the boat fetched back. Steve dropped Max Junior off to take it to the yard. He gave me a wave and blew me a kiss. Junior was a bit more put out. He hardly spoke to me, certainly never smiled. I guess of the three he was the one who took it worst. I closed out the condo and decamped back to the house.”
“Were you happy with what you’d done?”
She shook her head. “No, not really. I was going to miss being that sexed up. But, as I’d said, I was starting to get behind on my course work for the library association. I’d promised the board I’d pass, and Mr. Bryant had vouched that I could do it first time. I felt my job depended on it. It didn’t, of course, but that pressure was self-generated. Mr. Bryant would never let them fire me, not take his toy away. My couple of weeks swapping between Max and his sons had shown me just how my boss was using me for his own gratification. Sure, I was cumming a lot with him, but it wasn’t the same.”
She paused for a moment, then smiled. “That week I became a virtual hermit. Monday and Tuesday Mr. Bryant wasn’t at the library, as he had a stomach bug again. Wednesday morning he was in the library, pale as a ghost. I was actually concerned for him. About mid-morning I felt queasy and rushed to the washroom and brought up my breakfast. The second time I was sick, Mr. Bryant sent me home. I stayed curled up in bed for the rest of the day, then Thursday and again Friday. I felt better over the weekend and got some studying done. Monday and Tuesday I went back to work, but wasn’t my usual self. Mr. Bryant noticed, was very solicitous, but didn’t try anything.”
“Wednesday?”
“Wednesday, he asked for, and got his evening blow job. I kind of knew what Thursday would be like, but I had a big surprise that day, didn’t I?”
Her smile lit up her face and I finally placed everything in context with my own diary. That was the day I turned up at the library, not realizing it was closed on Thursday afternoons.
Chapter Eleven – Reunion
I’d been without sex for about ten days until that quick little blow job with my boss the night before. I guess you were fading into a fond memory now, something that could have been good but didn’t happen. Seeing you later that afternoon was the last thing on my mind as I carefully dressed for work.
I was wearing a green underwear set—bright green satin with white lace trim. To make it even sexier, I’d carefully cut out the lining of the bra cups, and the gusset from the panties, leaving just green satin and white lace covering me. The lace panels on the cups ran down the middle of the cup. They were opaque with the lining in place, but without them were almost transparent. The same was true of the white lace that formed the front of the panties. As I posed in front of the mir
ror, with my dark stockings attached to the garters and my three-inch patent heels, I knew I looked like a vamp from a movie.
I topped it off with a standard white blouse—not too thin, I didn’t want the bra to show. The skirt was a tight black one my boss had seen before. I knew he liked it because of the oversized white buttons that ran down the front—six of them. With all of them done up, the skirt was tight, very tight—I couldn’t get in a full stride. It was demure with just one button undone, and at least I could walk—and, for that matter, drive. With two buttons undone I was starting to flash some leg and a hint of stocking top. With the third button undone, I’d be flashing bare thigh—and my panties—every time I sat down. Any more than that and the view quickly became obscene.
I knew I looked hot, and felt sexy, as I arrived at the library about fifteen minutes before opening. Mr. Bryant took one look at me as I slipped in the door and locked it behind me again, immediately beckoning me to follow him to his office.
“Good morning, sir.”
He smiled. “Undo the bottom three buttons on the skirt, turn around and lift it to your waist.”
He didn’t often start out the day with anything sexual, but I was already starting to work myself into a frenzy. It was going to be a hot day. I undid two buttons—the bottom one was already undone. I guessed he hadn’t noticed that as I stood there with my legs together. Anyway, I turned around and lifted my skirt up. The lurid green of my underwear must have shone at him—the lace trim wasn’t around the back—and my butt was sheathed in thin green satin.
“Very nice. Lower the skirt and face me again.”
I did as he asked, hearing him approach as I turned around. Before I could say anything, his fingers were at my throat and he unbuttoned my blouse in double-quick time before spreading the lapels apart to peer at my bra-encased chest.
“Even better.”
I glanced down. He already had an erection. When I felt his hands press on my shoulders, I knew what was coming next. Sure enough, he wanted, and got, a blow job before we started work. Once I’d finished, he allowed me to make myself presentable and then dash into the washroom for some mouthwash while he unlocked the door for the three patrons waiting outside.
I was so embarrassed. They’d been waiting while I had my lips around the senior librarian’s cock!
The morning passed off quietly—normally, I guess you’d say. He didn’t even call me into his office to check something on his computer like he often did, simply to run his fingers up my legs and into my panties. Even so, I knew something special was in the offing for after we closed at lunchtime. My core was on fire all morning in anticipation, my nipples never seemed to soften, my pussy constantly moist. I even had to use the washroom and dab myself with tissue a couple of times, just to stop myself making a wet spot on my skirt—or, even worse, on my chair. The light-colored chair would show the mark, even if my black skirt would have hidden it.
I was counting down the time until I could bolt the door and close the blinds. It was an odd lunchtime too. We usually had a lunchtime rush, but today there wasn’t a single patron in the library after eleven-thirty, an hour and a half of nobody. We could have locked the door early and spent an additional ninety minutes rutting on his desk. My pussy clenched at the thought. Of course, we didn’t. I just spent the time tidying the shelves and putting books away. About half-twelve Mr. Bryant came out and started helping me. Well, he’d pass me books to put on the top shelves, meaning I had to use the steps to reach the shelves.
He only did it to look up my skirt. Since the steps were quite tall, I had to undo the bottom three buttons on my skirt, which only enhanced his view. Half an hour of that and I guess we were both building up a good head of steam.
I was right, as he didn’t wait until it was exactly one o’clock before telling me to stay where I was on the steps and, moving across to the door, he locked it. I checked the clock while he drew the blinds—it was only five to, not one o’clock. Then he was back. Since I was on the third step, my butt was at the same height as his face. Before I could move, his arms snaked around me, undid the next button on the skirt, and simply pushed the garment up around my waist, exposing my butt, and the green silk and white lace covering me.
“Stand still.”
His voice was hoarse, and I knew I’d been right—he was worked up. Before I could do anything, let alone move, his fingers were sliding up the inside of my thighs. I shuffled my feet as far apart as I could on the steps and tried to bend my knees a little to spread my thighs further apart. Then his fingers brushed the white lace panel covering my pussy.
He chuckled. “Naughty girl is wet I see.”
Of course I was wet, I’d been able to smell myself all morning and, given how close he’d been to me while I’d been on the steps, I knew he’d been able to smell me too.
Without any further words, he pushed my panties up into my slit. I groaned and hung onto the shelf for support. After all, I was about three feet in the air, and it was a long way down if my legs gave way. His fingers were busy, sawing in and out of me, still with my panties trapped around them. Every thrust not only entered me, but pulled my panties tight across my butt, and around my thighs. It was an odd feeling but not too unpleasant. It didn’t take him long to bring me off—a few minutes, I guess. My legs wanted to collapse, but after my orgasm, he gently helped me down off the steps, spun me around and guided me to my knees. For the second time that day I was required to suck him off, and he came in my mouth again. I wanted a fuck, but for now I wasn’t going to get one.
“Coffee, please, Sammie, in my office.”
I did as he asked, making two mugs of coffee and we drank them in relative silence in his office. I didn’t bother doing up my skirt properly again, so as I sat there with my ankles crossed, the skirt falling open to the sides, exposing my legs. I knew he enjoyed the view, he certainly hardly looked away.
Once the coffees were finished, he sent me to the kitchenette with the mugs. When I returned I saw he’d pushed his chair away from his desk, creating a space between his knees and the desk itself. He beckoned me into the gap.
My heart sank. I thought he wanted me to crawl into the knee-hole and suck him off yet again. My jaw was getting a little sore, and my pussy wanted some proper action, not just some finger. Mr. Bryant, though, was a very devious man, and I think he could see my look of disappointment. He grinned. He had a different idea.
“Take the blouse off, Sammie. You won’t be needing that.”
“Oh?” I tried to fish for an idea of what he wanted, but he wasn’t giving me any clues.
As he remained silent, I mentally shrugged and slowly unbuttoned my blouse. I took my clothes off. He wanted me to do it slowly—he’d be quicker, in more of a hurry if he did it. Once the blouse was unbuttoned it disappeared down my arms. He took it from me and tossed it toward the door where it landed in a heap. He feasted his eyes on my chest for a while.
“Nice underwear, Sammie. Very sexy.”
I shivered at his compliment but stood there sandwiched between him and his desk.
“Lose the skirt.”
That was easy—there were only two buttons holding it closed around me. Once they came undone that too joined my blouse by the door. He whistled as he saw what I looked like from the front. He’d only seen the panties from the back, and felt them as he finger-fucked me. Of course, the front of the panties was soaked—they’d been inside me when I came.
“Very nice. In fact, one of your nicest sets. New?”
“Yes.”
“Good, then I won’t ruin them. I look forward to seeing them again.”
I shuddered. Reading between the lines, I was to wear this set again next Thursday.
“Turn around.”
He was departing from the script I’d been expecting. I’d been waiting for him to tell me to continue to undress and then crawl into the knee-hole of the desk, or just do the latter. Slightly confused, but eagerly anticipating him bending me over the de
sk and fucking me, I did as he said.
“You know what I want.”
“You mean this?” I slowly leaned forward, knowing my panties stretched across my butt as I did so. I kept going when he said nothing to stop me, ending up bent over his desk, my butt sticking toward him, my panties stretched tight. I heard a rustle behind me as he rose to his feet, and thought he was undoing his flies and releasing his prick. A moment later he dropped his tie over my face and, pulling it tight across my eyes, blindfolded me.
“What…?”
“Sshh, Sammie, it’s okay.”
His voice sounded normal, gentle, reassuring, so I allowed myself to relax. Again I heard him rustling around as he moved, and again I reached the wrong assumption that he was about to fuck me.
He didn’t say anything else, just gently used his feet to nudge mine further apart. I guess I smiled to myself thinking of him pulling my panties to one side and then driving into me. I even think he saw the little smile because he chuckled. My pussy throbbed at the thought—there was no doubt I was ready for him. Instead he did something else, something shocking.
Pop!
Something hit my butt with tremendous force and bounced off. I screamed and tried to reach my hands around to the affected area. I tried to rear up but his free hand came down on the middle of my back to hold me in place.
Pop!
Bang!
Smack!
He alternated from side to side as I writhed and screamed in front of him. It hurt far more than his hand had the couple of times he’d spanked me before. It really stung. I’m sure he put all his weight into it. When the surprise factor was gone he reached up and pulled the tie clear of my face. As I lay there sobbing, he held the table tennis bat in front of my face.
Strangely, I was sobbing, whining, screaming for him to stop, but I wasn’t crying. I don’t know why, but there were no tears as I panted, begging him to stop.
After a minute or so, I realized he’d stopped holding me down. He hadn’t picked the bat up again, and was clearly just standing behind me looking down at his handiwork. I lay still on the desk, panting, trying to get my breath.