"Obsessive Library Manager"
by
Jan visited the library to return a load of books and once
again the library manager made a point of serving her, looking her up
and down as he always did. He was a middle aged man of around 50 whose
greying hair had left a small balding patch on top of his head and
whose belly hung over his belt. His full beard was always scruffy and
in need of a trim and his old thick woollen suit showed that it had
seen better days. He obviously fancied Jan even though he was over 25
years older than her, but her slim, tanned body, topped with her long
blonde hair and near perfect looks attracted him causing him to drop
everything when she visited and flutter around her like a moth to a
candle.
The library staff were always embarrassed by the attentions Reginald
gave Jan, but never said anything or intervened afraid that they would
anger their boss.
As Reg took the books from Jan and stamped them back in, he leaned over
to her and, once again, quietly asked her if she would come for a drink
this evening. His musty body odour and stale breath caused Jan to lean
away from him as she, once again, told him she was busy this evening.
When Jan arrived back home she told me about the incident and said that
it was the sixth time he had asked her and she was getting slighty
worried about him. She said that she thought she saw him a couple of
times later, down the high street and thought that he might have been
following her.
I told her that she was probably imagining it especially if he was
spooking her every time she visited the library. I told her that if she
was really worried that next time she should offer to go for a coffee
with him in the cafe opposite the library during his afternoon break,
and that would probably break the spell she had over him when he
realised that she was just a normal girl like any other.
Jan said that she wasn't sure she could do that as she wouldn't know
what to talk about with him, and besides he might think that she was
leading him on. I told her that she should make it perfectly clear to
him that she was in a relationship and was not interested in him and
not available to go out with him, even for a drink. She eventually said
that she may well have to do that so he stops pestering her.
The next Saturday she visited the library again and once again he asked
her, quietly, if she would come out with him, and was surprised when
Jan said that she could spare some time to go for a coffee with him
right now. The librarian made sure that his staff in the vicinity knew
where he was going, for his afternoon break, and who with before he
pulled on his large heavy overcoat and took Jan's hand and marched out
of the library, head held high.
Jan tried to pull her hand away from his sweaty palm but he had a
strong grip and refused to let go as he lead the way across the road.
He guided her to a seat by the window in the cafe, knowing some of his
staff would be looking over in curiosity, as he pulled his seat around
next to hers and sat down so that his legs and torso touched hers.
Jan was squeezed up against the window and couldn't move away from him
but thought that if this was what it took to stop him from pestering her
then she would go through with it. Reg ordered two strong black mocca's
from the waitress who brought them immediately. Reg then told her
that he had been married for 24 years and just over 6 months ago his
wife left him for a much younger man, so now he was available to date
her. His confidence surprised her, and before she could reply, he told
her that he had been attracted to her since the first time she came
into his library and that he knew that his persistance would pay off.
Jan attempted to speak but only managed a few words, telling him that
he was so much older than her, before he interupted her and told her
that would benefit her, as he had much experience of life that she
would gain from. He looked straight into her eyes whilst he told her
that he was sure that he could satisfy every need she would have, and
winked, as he looked at her bust and then lowered his eyes to her lap,
as he repeated the word "every". He told Jan the he knew what you women
want and knew how to give it to her, as he smirked.
Jan took a large gulp of the thick dark coffee as she wondered how to
respond to him. One of his hands landed on her knee and slipped slowly
up her thigh, before Jan could stop it going any further, as he told
her that if she doubted him then there was a back room in the library
where he could show her that he knew how to satisfy her.
Jan pushed his hand off her thigh and told him, that she was in a
relationship and was not looking for anyone else and that she could not
go out with him, especially someone so much older. He looked
completely stunned as he had not expected Jan to turn him down. He told
Jan that was only how she felt now, and needed time to think about it,
and suggested going over to the library, to at least let him show her
how he could treat a sexy woman like herself.
Jan was so shocked by his repeated suggestion that she told him that
besides his age, he was fat and in poor shape, scruffy and smelt so
there was absolutely no chance that she would return to his library
ever again.
With that Jan pushed him and his chair away, stood up and stormed out
of the cafe. As Reg watched her walk swiftly away, he noticed
several of his staff's faces against the library windows and knew that
they had been watching them and must have realised what had happened. As he
turned away from them he also realised that all the other cafe
customers and staff were also looking at him. In his humiliation and
dejection he stood up slowly, left enough cash to pay for the coffees
and walked out of the cafe back to his library. His rage grew inside
him as he walked and that afternoon he took it out on his staff by
shouting at them and getting them to do the dirty, nasty tasks in
the library that had been put off for many years.
Four months later, Jan went out with the girls to celebrate one of
their birthdays, and after a fine meal, ended up in a club. They had
all been drinking and Jan resigned herself to having to leave her car
in the carpark and grab a taxi home with the others. When they left
the club, they only found one taxi available and as her three friends
lived in the other direction to her she insisted that they take it and
she would catch another. The driver told her that she would be better
walking down to the train station to catch a cab there at this time of
night. As the taxi left Jan headed off towards the train station and
thought that the walk would do her good as she felt quite giddy and
regretted the amount of alcohol she had consumed.
As she walked through the empty pedestrian shopping centre in the dim
light she thought she heard footsteps behind her, but every time she
stopped and looked around, there was no-one there. She put it down to
all the red wine she had drank and her spinning head, but sped up
anyway. She took a sharp right down an alley, and quickly saw a hiding
spot behind a large commercial wheelie bin. She ducked behind the bin
and knelt down, totally hidden. She focussed on controlling her
breathing and remained silent.
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Footsteps came around the corner. She was being followed, she thought
to herself, which really spooked her. She thought she recognised the
footsteps as they came past the wheelie bin and headed down the
alleyway. She peered down the alley and was very surprised to see the
librarian's (Reg's) coat disappearing down the alley. She considered
herself very lucky that she had hidden, as she was in no fit state to
fight off any of his advances tonight.
Once he had turned off at the end of the alley, she got to her feet and
headed back to the shopping centre. Quickly she made her way to the
train station, although the cold air tore through her coat and made her
shiver, as well as made her head feel as though it was spinning on her
shoulders.
There were no taxis at the station, but there was bound to be one along
soon she thought to herself, and anyway she desperately needed the
ladies room before she wet herself. She walked into the dimly lit station
and down the corridor to the ladies. When she got there she was
shocked to find that the door had been barred with a sign hanging off
it advising that the toilet was being repaired.
Damn, she thought to herself, as she desperately needed to relieve
herself. She looked around but there was no-one about, however she saw
the sign to the Gents, and desperation took over as she found herself
following it. As she turned into the corridor where the Gents was, she
was surprised that the corridor light was out, especially that the
glass from the bulb was still lying on the floor.
Jan walked past it and gingerly pushed open the door to the Gents. The
light inside was also smashed but she could make out that there was
no-one at the urinals and all the cubicle doors were open. Great, she
thought to herself, there's no-one here. She rushed in and headed into
the nearest cubicle, closed the door to and quickly pushed her coat to
one side, pulled her panties down, lifted her skirt sat on the seat as
she gushed forth into the toilet in complete relief.
It was only when she had completely finished that she heard footsteps
in the toilet. She froze and held her breath as she attempted to
pretend that her cubicle was vacant. The footsteps walked down the
front of the cubicles and she heard each door being pushed open. As
she reached forward in an attempt to push her door shut, hoping that
she could lock it as well, the door was pushed open.
Jan got the shock of her life as Reginald stepped into the cubicle with
her as he told her that he had found her. Before she could say or do
anything he told her that he had been following her for sometime now,
and was sure that she had come in here. He continued, that he had been
totally humiliated by her scene in the cafe and he was now going to
make her pay for that.
Jan couldn't believe her ears, and her head was so groggy that she
really wondered if he had said that. She leant forward to pull her
panties up, but Reg put out a foot that stamped down hard on the
gussett of her panties and told her that she won't be needing those.
She looked up at him, in fear now, as he stepped right up to her and
looked down on her, as he told her to stand up and show him her
titties. She couldn't believe her ears and froze, just looking up at
him until she managed to tell him that she wouldn't do what he asked.
He looked down at her, menacingly, and produced a long sheath knife fom
his jacket pocket which he held to her throat as he repeated his
demand, that she should stand up, open up her blouse, undo her bra and
show him her tits !
Jan was really scared now, and immediately stood up and began undoing
the buttons on her blouse. Her fingers trembled so much that each
button took much longer than normal. Once all the buttons were undone
she slowly pulled the blouse open to reveal her skimpy half-cut lacy
white bra.
Reginald looked astonished at her bra as he told her what a tart she
was for wearing that tart's bra. He lowered the knife from her throat
and slid it down the centre of her chest until it's tip lay between her
cleavage. Then he returned the knife to it's sheath in his jacket
pocket and with two fingers of each hand reached out and grasped the
lacy top edge of each bra cup, just above the nipples and pulled the
lacy edge down until each of her nipples were revealed. Jan's nipples
had been stiff since she left the restaurant due to the bitter cold
wind and when her nipples popped into Reg's view, fully erect and
pointing up to the ceiling, he gasped.
Misunderstanding her reaction to the cold for sexual excitement he
called her a slut as he pinched each nipple between thumb and finger
causing Jan to squeal in pain. He told her that there was no point in
screaming as the station was completely empty, apart from her and him.
He rolled her nipples around then tugged them gently noticing that they
were over half an inch long. He told her that he hadn't thought she
would be such a tart and her slutty long nipples had just confirmed
this.
Quickly he twisted her skirt around until he reached the clip and zip
and undid both. He pushed it down her thighs to the ground, revealing
her naked thighs and pussy, as her panties were already under his foot.
Forgetting this, he accused her of being a whore for not wearing any
knickers as he stuck one of his hands between her parted thighs and
with palm upwards his fingers explored her moist curls until a finger
squeezed between her outer lips and probed in between her wet inner
lips and pushed into her vagina. As she hadn't had a chance to dry
herself after her rushed urination she was still very wet but
unfortunately Reginald thought this was due to her sexual excitement
and accused her of really being a whore for enjoying the treatement she
was getting so much that her juices were gushing from her cunt.
Jan was so scared she couldn't respond but squealed loudly as he forced
a second finger deep into her causing her to lift herself up onto the
balls of her toes. And to think that I fancied you , he said as he
started to berate her for being just a slutty whore bitch. He demanded
to know how much money she had with her, and forced a hand into the
pocket of her coat and pulled out her purse. Emptying it into his hand
he counted roughly twenty five pounds, and told her that would just
cost the cost of him allowing her to suck his cock.
Jan didn't understand and her eyes gave this away, so he told her that
unless she had anything else to give him he would let her fuck him. He
pushed the coat and blouse off her shoulders and onto the back of the
toilet seat so that she stood there totally naked and shivering in the
cold and fear of what he was going to do with her.
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He commanded her to kneel and pulled her down by her shoulders until
she knelt before him in the confined cubicle. His hands worked fast as
he unzipped his fly and pulled out his semi-erect cock and held it in
her face. As he slowly pulled back the foreskin the smell caused Jan
to pull back but one of his hands grasped her blonde hair and pulled
her head forwards again. His foreskin rolled right back revealing
cheesy white deposits hiding under the purple vein that made up the
base of his glans. He told her that those cheesey bits were from his
wank over her earlier this evening, and that he wanted her to lick him
clean before she sucked him off.
The fingers in her hair twisted and pulled her hair taut until the pain
was unbearable, so Jan lowered her head, opened her mouth and gingerly
flicked her tongue out to gather the white bits off under the base of
his glans. She almost retched as she tasted the disgusting bits but
forced her tongue to wipe all around the purple vein gathering all the
white deposits up. Her tongue retreated back into her mouth and she
almost gagged at the thought of the filth that was now in her mouth.
His hands pushed her head forward and she parted her lips as his glans
entered her mouth. She tightened her lips around his glans as it
pushed further into her mouth and then squeezed around his shaft as
that entered her. His glans pushed against the back of her throat, and
she fought back the gagging reaction as she started to bob her head up
and down his cock, her tongue swirling around it as it pumped in and
out of her mouth.
He had completely undone his trousers, dropped them to the floor and
pulled his y-fronts down as well. He told her to use one hand to
carefully play with his balls and use a finger of her other hand to
search for his asshole. One of her hands reached up and cupped his
balls and gently massaged them but her other hand grasped the base of
his cock and squeezed. After a while he repeated his demand that she
seek out his asshole and threatened to cut her throat whilst she sucked
him unless she did.
She let go of the base of his cock and gingerly pushed a finger along
under his balls and soon found the tightly puckered anus hiding between
the base of his buttocks. He commanded her to put it inside him. It
was bad enough having the tip of her finger on his anus, but putting it
inside his ass was another thing completely. She tenderly circled his
anus but made no attempt to push it into him until he tighted the grip
on her hair then she knew clumps would start to be ripped out of her.
She pulled her finger back and very quickly inserted it into her mouth
beside his pumping cock to get it lubricated before returning it to
his anus. Then slowly, bit by bit she pushed it into his extremely
tight sphinctre. It was hard work but eventually it was in to the
second joint. He growled at her to push it in further, so she forced
it in even further right up to the knuckle, and swore that she felt it
prod up against something soft also in there.
Now wriggle it and twist it around he demanded. She did as he
commanded, and as his thrusts suddenly became erratic, she felt his hot
sperm shoot into the back of her mouth. She continued to bob her head
up and down his twitching cock as her finger twisted and turned up his
ass.
Eventually his cock stopped twitching and was rapidly shrinking in her
mouth, as he told her to get it out of his ass and show it to him. She
did as requested and saw that the whole of her finger was covered in a
brown slime and on the tip of her finger was a pea sized lump of his
shit. This was so disgusting she thought to herself as she made to
lower her hand. Suck it clean he growled at her. No, she couldn't
do that, she wouldn't do that she thought to herself, but as his
fingers tightened her hair again this time twisting her head back and
fro, she really did think that some was going to be pulled out in great
lumps.
Relunctantly she lifted the shitty finger to her mouth and put it
inside so that the shitty tip didn't touch her lips, then sucked her
finger clean, almost retching as her tongue tasted the shit on the tip.
Her mouth instantly produced enough saliva for her to swallow several
times as she continued to lick her finger clean. At last this was all
over, she thought as she recalled his arrogance that she only had
enough money to pay him for sucking his cock and not for fucking him.
As she looked up at him, she heard the door of the toilets and two
pairs of footsteps enter and walk up to the urinals and the distinctive
sound of zips and the spurt of urine hitting the porcelin
To Be Continued...
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