Held Down

by Pamela Prim

  “Hm, that’s why you’re just an assistant librarian.” The older woman gave her a curt smile and turned to leave. “Well, I won’t keep you – have these new books catalogued and shelved, I’ve got a business lunch across town. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  With that Estelle Hamby walked away briskly. Doris watched her go and sighed deeply. Hamby was right, if she had an ounce of ambition, she’d have been a senior staff member by now. But then, Doris didn’t really have the instinct to be a winner. She was happy and contented to curl up in the shadows with a good book rather than go out and stake herself a claim in life. Twelve years was much to long to remain an assistant librarian. That was the first and last promotion she had, from intern at the library to assistant librarian, almost ten years ago. Nothing else had changed apart from the designation. She was doing the same things she had done ever since she found employment there at the Morgana Freestone Library. And at thirty one, she felt too settled and secure to try other things.

  But then the library closing down was something beyond serious for her. Twelve years as an assistant anything was not going to look good on her resume, if it ever came to finding a new job. There had to be some way for her to work this out, though mostly she convinced herself that it wouldn’t really come to that. Membership would pick up again and everything would be as they were ever since she discovered the joy of reading right there at the Morgana Freestone Lending Library twenty three years ago.

  “Doris Weston?” A deep voice made her jump.

  “Er, yes?” She looked up at the tall man in uniform standing before the counter.

  “Good morning.” The man said softly. “I have a package delivery for you.”

  “Uh, yes… sure.” She looked around carefully to see if anyone else was watching.

  “Sign here and here please.” The messenger told her as he handed over a small package to her.

  She signed and quickly stuffed the package into her handbag. It was something she had recently been indulging herself with. Reading material of a different sort, something a demure and reserved woman like her shouldn’t be caught dead with. Having the mail ordered books delivered there at the library instead of at her apartment building was the only way she could get them. This was the third book from a series she had found very interesting and she couldn’t wait for it to be four o’clock and get home.

  Afternoons were fairly dull and quiet in the library with its dwindling membership, and Doris almost gave in to the temptation of undoing the package and taking a sneak peek. But she controlled herself; it would be time to leave soon. Hamby wouldn’t be back until the next day, and the other librarians usually left a half hour before time, leaving her, the humble assistant, to do the closing up. Well, today she would close up as soon as they left and be home before four.

  An hour later, Doris was home. She looked at her wristwatch and smiled. Four in the afternoon, just as she had planned. She had done something ambitious for a change. Maybe this was a start, and she should be doing it more often. Well, now it was time to do something even more audacious than leaving work early.

  She took the small package out of the handbag and tore open the wrapping. The little book she unveiled made her hands shake and her lips quiver with excitement and anticipation. ‘The Further Forbidden Escapades of Fanny Firth’ typed in bold on the cover sent a few shivers down her back and a pleasant throb between her thighs. Doris couldn’t wait; she dropped down on her bed and opened the book with breathless exhilaration.

  ‘So there I was again, wondering how it was that this kept on happening to me. Was there a magnetic convergence all around me, attracting all the things that were always so scandalous and wayward? But then it did aptly suit my character, as you well know by now.’

  Doris licked her lips as she read the racy narration. If this book was as good as its two predecessors, she was in for another night of her life. She turned the page and took a deep breath.

  ‘He said he was a Prince of some exotic country in Eastern Europe, and it was his eighteenth birthday. A day when he becomes a man, and that this was his birthday present from his uncle, the king. I believed every word he said, and he sure looked the part. The private villa, the cars, the servants, the extravagance and best of all, him, it all added up, and I was a girl who was prone to finding myself in such situations. And I have nothing to complain.

  ‘We headed for to his private bedroom after a few drinks at the private bar by the private pool where we had danced to hauntingly slow music played by a very private band. Once inside his bedroom, he grabbed a hold of me and his inexperienced exploring hands were all over me. But he was gentle and his touch was quite tentative… and I had to believe that I was the first ever woman he was experiencing. He was quite shy and said a very few words, if at all. The young man was cautious and didn’t seem to want to cause me offense. I found that laughable but I did admire his well-mannered restraint.

  ‘But I am neither well mannered nor in need of restraint, and so I took charge. And he let me. I pushed him down onto the lavish four poster bed and slowly did a striptease while I straddled his bulging crotch. The look on his young face was priceless. He looked like he was ready to do anything I said at that moment. His hungering eyes followed every move I made. I was down to my stringy bra and tiny panties when I heard his throaty groan; he couldn’t keep his cock inside his tight pants any longer. It had to be rock hard and hurting like hell.’

  Doris swallowed hard as the words formed delectable images inside her mind. She imagined herself in place of the heroine, Fanny Firth, and a wonderful sensation coursed through her body. She could sense her nipples rising and her belly felt quite pleasantly strange.

  ‘He gave me a look of pleading and I smiled my approval. His pants were off in a flash, precum stained boxers and all, and his virile young cock jutted up like a rock hard truncheon. Oh, what a sight, what a specimen of manhood. I just had to get that piece of meat in me. Not wasting another second, I stripped off my silky underwear and climbed back on top of him, naked. His breath came in exulted gasps and I was anxious that he’d end up cumming even before I laid my hand on his monumental love tool.

  ‘His young cock throbbed wildly and I could almost hear its hum. I leaned over his face with my naked breasts swaying in front of his widened eyes. He had the befuddled look of a five year old in a candy store on his handsome face. I guided his hands to touch my titties and play with them. He was surprising good with his hands for a virgin and his willing mouth sucked on my stiff nipples hungrily. I took his hard cock in my hand, feeling sure it would burst if I stroked it. It was so hard and warm and the sexy sensation of the thick veins all around it pulsing drove me on.

  Doris gasped and almost dropped the book. The colorful descriptions filled her mind with images of a man’s erect penis. Having no experience whatsoever in such matters, she could only fantasize what it would feel to have a man’s naked hardness in her hand. She licked her lips and focused back on the text, her free hand absently creeping toward the quivering warmth between her thighs.

  ‘He groaned and his breath got quicker. I grabbed one of his hands off my breast and placed it between my thighs. His virgin fingers groped around my wet pussy, and I guided them to find the slit. His fingers slid inside and he felt a woman’s warm moistness for the first time in his regal life. He gasped and moaned, making me really horny and his hard cock was tempting me beyond control. I lowered my face over his groin to get a taste of that fabulous royal meatstick.

  ‘I pushed him down onto his back and lowered my face over his unyielding cock. His pre-cum spilled out over my hand, it felt so damn good. I licked it off my fingers and then slurped my tongue over his trembling shaft. He almost cried out when I took the entire cock head into my mouth. I felt his firm stomach muscles tighten further, and I knew he could not hold back any longer.

  ‘His hot cum exploded inside my mouth making me gag, but his man sauce was so delicious. I sucked him like a possessed woman to get all of it.
He probably hadn’t jerked off in some time, if he ever did it. His young virile seed was endless, gallons of high quality royal protein that sure made my night.

  “Oh, god… ooohhhh!” Doris moaned and put the book down. Her left hand had three fingers pushed inside her pussy from the side of her panties. She closed her eyes and shivered, imaging everything she was reading. Picking the book up again, she sighed deeply and resumed.

  ‘A release like that also got the top off and made him ready for the real adventure I had in store for him. I drained the last of his load and climbed back up his body until my wet pussy hovered over his face. He looked up and began licking me like a dog. It felt so damn good and I let him go on for a while. It gave him the time to get hard all over again. He was going to give me as good an orgasm I had given him.

  ‘I was good and ready from all his slobbering for his big fat virgin cock. I fell back on the bed and spread my legs out wide for him. He climbed on top and stuck his throbbing meatstick at my yawning entrance. I took him in my hand and guided it into my aching love hole. His foot long cock filled me up completely. He was rather big for his age and I sure wasn’t going to let any of it go to waste. I encouraged him, purring dirty words and making lewd gestures, exciting him like he had never been before. He pounded his hips against mine like a young bull in heat. He made me come hard three times before he shot another huge load inside me. Oh God, I do so love younger men.’

  Doris shifted on the bed to spread her legs wider; three fingers of her left hand slipping in and out of her pussy. “Oh, god. I so need to have an orgasm right now… Oh, I can’t help it. These stories sound so realistic... so very vivid, oh, if only I could… if only…”

  She turned the page with her right hand as her left pushed deeper into her wetness. She didn’t know why she had this sudden craving for sexual gratification. After all these years of dormancy and self imposed suppression, was her body fighting back? Was she going to turn into some kind of frustrated, sexually hungry addict of such smutty fare?

  The sudden chime of her doorbell made Doris jump. The chill running through her almost made her numb with fright. Hurriedly, she smoothed down her skirt and put the naughty book away. She looked at the time, it was six in the evening already. It had to be her next door neighbor and friend, Jessica Laine, a cute, twenty seven year old airline flight attendant, back from work as usual.

  “Hi, Dory.” Jessica’s cheerful voice helped settle her nerves as she opened the door. “Say, you look a little flustered, are you okay?”

  “Yes, I’m fine.” Doris forced a smile. “And how was your day, Jess?”

  “Same old. Fly to one state in the morning and fly back in the evening.” The pretty blonde flashed a set of perfect pearly whites at her.

  Doris couldn’t help feeling a little envious of this young vivacious beauty living next door to her. She had known her ever since she moved in, about seven years ago. Jessica claimed she worked for a private airline, and often had odd and long work hours. She also seemed to have a lot of money and a very expensive taste in clothes and accessories. Blonde, blue eyed and full figured, the younger woman was also very free with the opposite sex, for as far as Doris could remember, she had never seen Jessica date the same man twice.

  “So you must be very tired then.” She said softly, hoping that her neighbor would turn in early and leave her to her special book.

  “Heck, not at all.” Jessica smiled and pushed her way inside. “I got a bonus and I want to celebrate with my lonely neighbor lady.”

  “Oh!” Doris stepped back to let her in. “Well, congratulations… how are we celebrating.”

  “With these.” The blonde held up a large bottle of California Red, a small wheel of Swiss cheese and a box of assorted dried fruits and nuts.

  “Ohmigod!” Doris gasped at the exorbitant sight. “All this must have cost… Jesus! How much was your bonus?”

  “Many times more than this, babe.” Jessica kicked off her shoes and took a seat, “Come on, break out some cups, let’s party.”

  Half an hour later, and several cups of the rich red wine, the gossip and laugher ebbed for a little. The two women sat in silence, staring at the ceiling.

  “You know what?” Jessica broke the silence. “I’ve often wondered about you, Dory. I mean, I’ve never seen you with anyone… don’t you ever go on dates?”

  It was none of her business, but Jess was the only friend she had. Doris exhaled deeply and a nervous laugh escaped her lips. “I… I can’t seem to get comfortable when I’m close to them… to men, at any time.”

  “Why is that?”

  “Uh, I don’t…” Doris felt petrified even to think of an explanation for her strange affliction.

  “Did something happen…” Jessica leaned closer with concern in her pretty blue eyes. “Were you abused when…?”

  “Oh, no…” Doris raised her hands and shook her head vigorously. “No! Nothing like that.”

  “So what then?” The blonde looked confused.

  “Let’s just say, I’m strange that way.” Doris laughed nervously and wrung her hands. “When I am close to a man, just standing or sitting near one… I kind of freak out… but…”

  “Geez, Dory!” Jessica threw up her hands. “That’s insane… you can’t live this way. It’s all in your mind then… and you need to get mind over matter.”

  “Yeah, I know that.” Doris stared at her feet. “Well, I’m older now and I know a lot more about the world… so I think…”

  “No, you know nothing about the world, woman.” Her neighbor reached over and grasped her upper arm. “You can’t get to know about anything by just reading about it… you have to experience it first hand.”

  “I don’t know… I think I’m pretty comfortable…”

  “No, you’re not.” Jessica put pressure on her grip. “I’ve heard you, Dory… I’ve heard you sobbing in the night… I’ve even heard you getting yourself off.”

  “Ohmigod!” Doris jerked back as if she had touched a live wire. “How did you do that?”

  “Sound waves travel farther at night, and when I came home late on Tuesday night, I could hear your whimpers from across the wall, and then again last Saturday evening… you need a man, lovey… you need a man real bad.”

  Doris swallowed hard and looked away. Those two were the exact nights when she was reading the first and second books of Fanny Firth’s Forbidden Escapades. She hadn’t realized that drowning herself into those racy yarns would make her lose sense of her surroundings. There was no point denying that now, she was a lousy liar anyway.

  “I… well, yes… I will admit to that, Jess.” She took a deep breath and looked the younger woman in the eye. “Lately I’ve been having these strange longings, these sinful needs that I never had before.”

  “Those are neither strange nor sinful, Dory.” The younger, yet more experienced, woman shook her head. “Those feelings are natural, and every living thing has them. Every woman and every man. It’s the nature of life, and if you’re not living naturally, you’re not living at all.”

  “Oh, but what the heck am I going to do?” She wrung her hands even harder. “I don’t know the first thing about dating, Jess.”

  “Listen.” The younger woman said assertively. “I’ve had this idea for some time. Since I had a fair inkling of your problem. You will need to break into this easy.”

  “Uh, I’m not sure how… but I’m listening.”

  “Great. Willingness is the first hurdle to achieving anything.” Jessica smiled at her warmly. “Hear me out completely before saying anything. First off, I don’t really work for an airline at all. I’ve been working for a professional escort company. The airlines job is a front.”

  Doris’ eyes went wide and she gasped but she didn’t say anything.

  “Yes, a front.” Her young neighbor nodded. “And this isn’t any kind of run-of-the-mill easy lay escort service, no. This is an exclusive, high end undertaking catering only to a specific class of cliente
le, billionaires and multi-millionaires, the top of the line end of business.”

  Doris stared at her in silence, taking a large gulp of wine.

  “And the first rule of this escort service, one that’s respected by both sides, is that it’s a strictly no-intimacy deal. None at all. We are not whores. We are just trophies for the client to show off when he attends all of his numerous gala balls, ship launchings and sports events.”

  “There’s no sex… at all.” Doris finally squeaked.

  “None.” Jessica shook her head. “And that’s why it’s the best way to break the ice for you.”

  “Huh? But… I’m nothing like you.” Doris was completely floored by what her lovely young neighbor was suggesting. “I mean, you’re young and beautiful… and so sexy. Men will want to be with you… but me, I’m just an old maid.”

  “Yes, you are.” Jessica smirked disdainfully. “In your clouded mind. But your body says different, and in this business, your body trumps your mind.”