10 comments/ 97178 views/ 29 favorites The Librarian Ch. 01 By: leaky_one Melanie had always been a shy and retiring girl. She was a pretty brunette with a slim hourglass figure, small breasts and an endearing smile. She was well liked by all that new her. However, she had always been shy and hid her large brown eyes that would captivate just about any man she wanted, behind a pair of old fashioned spectacles. She liked to dress in plain clothing; normally a white blouse and either a brown or black skirt which disguised her perfect figure making her unnoticeable as she walked she streets in the crowds between home and the library where she worked. Being such a retiring person, Melanie had little contact with men apart from those she spoke to over the counter at the library. As such she was becoming deeply sexually unsatisfied. At nights it was getting harder and harder to masturbate herself to climax as she lacked the mental stimulus to spur her on. It was only a matter of time before she turned to the Internet for her salvation. Originally she had only intended to look at dating sites but soon got drawn into the vast reservoir of available sex sites freely available at the tip of her fingers. She was not even sure how she arrived at the pee site but she remembered her shock as she saw the first images of a woman blatantly pissing in the open. She stared at the images on her screen. This particular site was trying to encourage people to join their membership by showing a collection of images of a pretty young woman letting her panties down in the woods before starting to spray the ground with the thick yellow flow of her pee. Melanie could not believe that any woman would let herself be photographed going to the toilet. She was glad that she was alone in the library, closing time having been several hours ago. All alone in the large book filled room she still got up to look around on the very off chance somebody had magically managed to enter through the locked doors. Satisfied that she was actually alone she returned back to the PC with a beating heart. Butterflies were dancing in her stomach as she sat back down and once again took in the site of the woman peeing in the woods. With trembling fingers she used her mouse to return her browser back to Google. She typed in a new search parameter and watched in disbelief as site after site appeared, each one offering her to show her pictures of peeing women. One site in particular caught her attention. Clicking on the link she waited whilst the computer downloaded the web screen. Here was an entire site devoted to the act of women peeing in naughty locations. She quickly scanned through the trial images, her pulse rate increasing as she witnessed more and more shocking scenes of pee flowing from a variety of different women's pussies and spraying down in a host of different locations. The site required a payment via credit card to join and Melanie surprised herself at how quickly her card appeared in her hand. Within seconds she was punching in her security information. The fact that this was a works PC and not her own didn't bother her. She knew enough about computers to safely hide any downloads and wipe her Internet Cache afterwards. The shaking in her fingers was getting more acute as she waited with baited breath for the system to acknowledge her payment. The seconds ticked by and still the hour glass remained on her screen. Just as she was about to refresh the screen data the display changed and her user-id and password appeared. 'She had done it' she thought. 'I now have full access to this site and all its images'. The next hour flew by. Melanie so engrossed in the contents of the pay site that she became oblivious to time passing. It wasn't long before she had unbuttoned her top and slid a caressing hand inside to play with her small but perfectly formed right breast. A little later and tens of images later, her skirt too became unfastened and another hand slid down into her panties to plunge deeply into her extremely moist vagina. As the pictures continued to flash up on her screen she was treated to an ongoing catalogue of women peeing in naughty and risky locations. She had already seen one woman peeing at the top of a flight of steps in a car park. The woman had deliberately aimed her pussy in the direction of the open stairwell and as her piss flowed from her cunt it had pattered and sprayed all over the concrete stairs leaving a large tell tale stain for all to see. Another woman had peed by the side of her car in a car park, and another taking a piss under a park bench whilst other people walked on by unawares. There was one woman in particular who Melanie was being to like a lot. The tall blonde was called Tiffany (at least according to the web screen). A stunning attractive tall blonde with great tits who seemed to a talent for finding riskier and more daring places to take a piss. Not only was this woman content to relive herself over the carpet in the house (which Melanie thought looked like fantastic fun), had no qualms about letting her skirt and panties down in the open before taking a long slash. This was either in a bus shelter, outside a pub, over a public walkway or even over a child's slide in a playing ground. What Melanie liked the most was the objects Tiffany liked to pee into. One mini series showed the blond woman taking a piss into an office drawer, another set revealing her pissing into an open fridge showering the bottles inside with her golden nectar. Melanie was so close to climaxing in her panties by now; the onslaught of the incredible images on her screen turning her on like never before. When she finally reached her first orgasm, the force of it drove her to the floor falling off her chair in the process which clattered noisily across the tiles. Laying on the cold floor her chest heaving and her body trembling from top to bottom Melanie slowly slid her fingers out of her pussy. Gazing at the ceiling she made no attempt to rise. Post sexual bliss washed over her and she had never felt as relaxed as she did at this moment. In her head the memory of what she had seen on the web continued to play in her mind. Eventually other pressing needs drove her to her feet. Rearranging her clothing she headed off in the direction of the bathroom. The door to the Ladies toilet opened on a small room with three cubicles, a tiled blue floor and a line of sinks on the far wall. Melanie had got as far as the nearest cubicle and was just about place her bum over the toilet having slid her skirt and panties to the floor. Suddenly she stopped. 'Surely after all she had just seen on the web so shouldn't be as boring as to do her pee into the toilet?' Butterflies started to dance in her stomach again as she contemplated a very naughty thought. Stepping out of the cubicle she stared at the polished tiles on the floor. 'It would be so easy to now squat down and let her pee come flooding out of her body'. Without conscious thought Melanie lowered herself downwards, her wide womanly bum cheeks coming to rest in the air just inches above the floor. Gazing down between her parted legs she stared at the triangular mass of pussy hairs nestled between her thighs. Her thoughts were racing. 'Could she really be brave enough to have her pee over the floor' Her bladder was bursting and she knew she needed to make her decision soon. Suddenly Melanie's pussy lips parted and a small fountain of golden piss shot out of her cunt and pattered over the tiles. She gasped with both thrill and shock. She hadn't event meant to let that out and it had been purely involuntarily. 'It had certainly felt good though! Maybe she should try another little squirt' With that thought she relaxed the hold on her bladder. Within seconds her pee hole had opened again and a new shower of golden pee was issuing out of her vagina and pattering down to cover the tiles between her legs with a fountain of piss. Melanie then tried to stop her flowing pee from issuing out of her pussy but it was too late now. As the seconds passed she peed more and more, the stream issuing out of her cunt a thick gushing torrent of body hot piss splashing down over the floor to create an ever growing pee puddle over the tiles. The room was filled with the soft hissing sound of Melanie taking her pee over the tiled flooring. This coupled with the gentle hiss her piss made as it landed on the floor. She couldn't believe what a thrill this was giving her and she continued to enjoy every second of her wee. 'Here she was pissing like a woman from the web site, without a care in the world. It just felt so good!' To be able to squirt her pee out of her muff without having to sit on a toilet was an immense satisfaction and she wondered what her life was going to be like from now on. Slowly the stream of urine issuing out of her curly haired vagina began to wane, the arch of flowing piss dwindling back to her fleshy pussy lips. With one last quick squirt of honey coloured piss out of her muff and over the large puddle of pee she had created with her toilet over the floor, Melanie finished her wee. Standing up she took a few steps back to admire her handiwork. The puddle over the tiles was massive. She had no idea she could hold so much pee! Now she was going to have to tidy her mess up before she could leave. It was more than her job was worth to leave a puddle of piss lying over the Ladies toilet's floor. Grabbing a toilet roll out of the nearest cubicle, she first dried her pussy before she dropped to her knees and started to soak up the warm urine with the toilet paper. It took an age for Melanie to finally mop up the entire pee puddle and as she stood back up again she realised that this had taken so long to do that was now already for another wee. Looking around she knew she couldn't go over the floor again. Not after just clearing up the last mess. Inspiration took her and she moved over to the row of sinks. Choosing the middle one to act as a urinal for her coming pee she turned around and hoisted her wide bum cheeks up and over the rim bringing her pussy and buttocks to hang over the bowl. It was with another great thrill when Melanie opened her cunt lips and allowed a new stream of pee to shoot out of her vagina lips. Her golden torrent shot over the small distance between her muff and the sink wall where it impacted and sprayed outwards forming a fast flowing stream of urine down to the plug hole situated under her bum hole. Pissing in the sink was even better than doing her pee over the floor. She felt incredibly naughty as she sat suspended over the bowl, her hot pee squirting out of her muff ad flowing into the sink. Between her legs she could clearly witness the sight of her golden pee flowing out of her pussy lips as she busily pissed into the bowl. She could feel the warmth of her piss as it flowed over the bowl's surface and ran down into the plug hole where it fell to the drains below. Unfortunately this was only a quick pee and she was soon finished. Clambering off the bowl she turned to examine her handiwork. The sink bowl was now covered in yellow splotches of her piss and she stared for several seconds before washing it out. Gathering her clothes she quickly dressed. Taking one last good look around the room to ensure that there were no evidence of her recent pissing activities she then left. By the time she got back to her desk and her PC it was getting late. She was so tempted to stop and browse some more of the piss themed web site but she knew she had to be back in work early tomorrow. Quickly hiding the evidence of her night's viewing Melanie powered down the computer. Tomorrow night she would start browsing as soon as the library closed giving her far more time to enjoy herself. The biggest challenge now was going to be to find new places to go for her toilets without being caught. She was definitely looking forward to the challenge! The Librarian Ch. 01 Miss Anna Stockton had been working at the University Library for the past 15 years. She was in her early 40's, had brown hair, brown eyes which were normally hidden by her glasses, and always dressed very conservatively which did not reveal much of her attractive figure. Her supervisor was Miss Penobscott, an older woman in her mid-sixties who seemed frigid to Anna. Anna was beginning to dread that she might grow old and become a woman just like Miss Penobscott. Anna had led a pretty sheltered life. Her sex life had been limited to a few brief clumsy encounters which had left her completely unfulfilled. Because of this, she had placed little value on her sex life in the past preferring to explore vicariously through reading the endless great works of literature available at the Library. She showed little interest in men, and in turn they had shown little interest in her. However, Anna had a guilty secret. She had always enjoyed reading stories of romance, but recently her interest had become more sexual in nature. She had stumbled upon the research conducted by Alfred Kinsey and had been fascinated at what the research had revealed regarding the diversity of human sexual behavior. She began to feel that she had somehow missed out on this aspect of her life. The barriers she had previously put in place to protect her from unwanted advances now seemed like a prison walls that she had no idea how to even begin to escape from. As was her nature, she retreated deeper into literature to satisfy her needs. She began to seek out more and more explicit descriptions of sexual encounters. Her curiosity began to build. Her modest sex life had been limited to lights off missionary position, so she had not so much as seen an erect penis in broad daylight. She was fascinated by descriptions of literary lovers' penises - how they looked, throbbed, smelled, tasted. Her curiosity was transforming into concrete desires to experience these things for herself. She was masturbating more and more frequently. She imagined disembodied hands, tongues, penises, touching her over her entire body. She would surrender herself to her desires and fantasies and the world melt away as these apparitions pleasured her. Teasing her nipples, filling her mouth, rubbing her clitoris, penetrating her, throbbing, filling her with hot seed as she gasped in orgasm. Then back to reality, the edge off, but not completely satisfied. When she first saw him, she felt a quiver in her belly. He was about five eight and thin and athletic, maybe 140 pounds, he had a confident stride as he approached her. His face was handsome with high cheekbones, a button nose, and light brown hair. But it was his blue eyes which struck her to the core. He smiled and she knew he was different. He seemed to know the thoughts and desires going on inside of her despite the barriers she had erected. She blushed slightly. "Hi, this is my first time in your library. Would you be so kind as to show me around?" "I'd be glad to," Anna answered, "What are your interests?" "Right now, I'm interested in brushing up on some classic Science Fiction - Heinlien, Hubbard, Wells and the like." Along the way, they discussed their respective preferences in literature, poetry, etc. He was an easy conversationalist and a attentive listener. She found way that he looked into her eyes and study her features almost unbearably exciting. He volunteered that he was a fan of Charles Bukowski which made her blush. She was also a fan, but she never let anyone else know because his sometimes raunchy prose didn't fit well with her prim and proper image. She confided in him that she also enjoyed Bukowski. After selecting and checking out with the student assistant, he approached her again, thanked her, and shook her hand. His hand was very warm and strong. She felt a jolt of electricity travel up her arm and her tummy quivered in excitement. "Thank You Anna, I'll see you next week," He said as he left. Anna realized that she didn't even know his first name. He must have seen her name on the nameplate on her desk. Although they had shared a long conversation, he had not volunteered any personal details about himself. She was curious about so many things about him. Where is he from? Is he on the University faculty? He looks relatively young, but his manner is mature and confident, so how old is he? Etc., etc. etc. Anna's mind wandered attempting to fill in the blanks. That night, Anna's imaginary lover had a face. His strong confident hands stroked and teased her body. She could feel his hot breath on her ear as he instructed her how to pleasure him. His hard cock throbbed in her mouth, and she imagined the taste of his sweet nectar as he ejaculated, hearing his growls of pleasure and his words of praise. Untired, he continued to pleasure her using his hands, mouth, cock ... a blur of images flooded her head as she came closer and closer to the edge of release. A flash of colors exploded within her mind as her body pulsed in orgasm over and over. Anna pulled the covers over her exhausted body and immediately fell asleep. The Librarian Ch. 01 After 20 yrs. of living life in the rat race, working 8 - 5 every Monday through Friday, I decided it had to end. I needed to escape, do something that meant something to me, to find my passion in life. I had earned enough money, but I was not happy, hell what good was money if you had nothing that enthused a person? I loved to camp, hike, and what a better place to do it, than around the Great lakes. Take some time, discover life and myself. I moved out to a small farming community, population around 15,000, yet only 45 minutes from the city. It was an area that was quiet, yet had an underlying feeling, one which I had not yet discovered, but fully intended to explore. It looked like a sleepy little place, yet something told me that it had an excitement, that was not immediately visible to the average person; a seductive quality. It was warm that summer, always a westerly wind coming in off the lake, making it muggy. Being a small town, there was no high speed internet, at least not in the homes yet, so I became a member at the local library, where one could have access to at least keeping up with what was happening with friends. It was the time I was joining the library that I first noticed her, she looked about 10 or 15 yrs. my junior, short and curvaceous with long brown hair, with smoldering brown eyes to match. She was definitely not skinny, but she was not fat either, just well built. Her name tag said her name was Carla, and she seemed a little shy, but her smile seemed to say, take me if you dare, if you think you are man enough. Just enough of a contradiction, it was exciting. It was then I noticed her wedding ring. What can I say, I love a challenge. To me, librarians always fell into that special area, like teachers and nurses. They were either conservatives, or very liberated outside of their work environment, and I had a feeling she was conservative, yet waiting for someone to show her how to live life. Sometimes I am wrong, but sometimes I am right, and I like to live by the old adage, nothing ventured, nothing gained. After all, the most she could do was refuse me. As she helped me fill out my membership form, I took the time to look over her body. Damn, I could feel my cock growing in my trousers, and tried desperately to change thoughts, but it was too late. I looked down and could see the outline of my 7" starting the journey of going down my left thigh, and there would be no mistaking it if anyone else was to look. Her tits seemed to be about a 38DD, with hips and ass to match. She leaned over the counter, and I managed to look down her shirt as she had 3-4 buttons undone. Her white skin with a light smattering of freckles, looked even more delicious with the blue lace bra she was wearing, inviting the voyeur in me to want more. I could only imagine the games I would be able to play with those tits, seeing how sensitive they were, how her nipples responded to all the things kinky things I had learned on how to make the difference between pleasure and pain meld together over the yrs. As my eyes drifted back up, I caught her watching my eyes, and she quickly turned away, as if she was a young child caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar. The sweet innocence only made me want her that much more. To corrupt a librarian, there is no way any normal sexual deviant would not love this challenge. So different than the corporate go getters I was used to. All they wanted was to fuck, and get back to making money, and there was just no fun in that anymore. Here was a woman, who I am sure was no virgin, yet probably never experienced what I was hopefully about to try with her. I would go into the library 4 or 5 times a week, and I would always make sure to smile at her, always making sure that I asked her for advice, where books were, where to eat in town, just the little things to set her at ease. It was not long before she quit calling me Mr. Ryder, and started addressing me as just Troy. One afternoon, the library was slow, we were the only two persons there, and I asked her for some assistance, I was looking for a book by Nancy Friday, and wondered if she would be able to help me find which section her books were in. Bingo, Carla blushed instantly, stammering something about going to look it up on her computer. Nancy Friday is a well know author, who wrote a series of books investigating women's sexual fantasies, letting them know it is normal, and that for the most part, all women have them, even if society has spent forever trying to teach that is wrong for them to have them. I assumed by her blushing and obvious embarrassment, and the fact I had not specified what genre I was looking for, she must have read one or two of the books in question. I loved it, a vulnerable woman is so sexy to me, the hunt, the chase, makes the adrenaline rush through one's body. I compare it to the first kiss ever, with a member of the opposite sex, and then the first time I copped a tittie feel, etc... When Carla returned she pointed me to a section over in paperbacks, over in the sexuality section she informed me. Of course I asked if she could help me look, and nervously she led the way. As luck would have it, they had a large selection of books in that section, and Carla squatted down to find the ones I was looking for, I stood behind her, grabbing a different book off a shelve above, one with lots of pictures, depicting the Kama Sutra of all things. As Carla rose, I made sure I was very close, so that she had to slide up along me. I leaned in and inhaled her fragrance, making sure that she knew exactly what I was doing, and I could feel her start to shake ever so slightly. There was no room for her to turn around with me uptight against her, and with her hands at her side, she pushed back, unaware that the only thing she would be able to push against was my thighs, and the one now had a hard on bulging against it. I had my arms extended past her face, holding the other book, and as she tried to push, she felt the cock in her hand. She froze in her tracks, not knowing what to do. She did not let go, but she did not squeeze either, it was like she was transfixed. Since I had her in a state of limbo, I opened up the Kama Sutra in front of both of us, leaning into her, asking her which positions she liked. Her breathing became shallow and rapid, but no words came from her mouth. Sitting the book on the ledge, pages still open, I put one hand on her waist, encircling it to caress her tummy, while peering over her shoulder and down her open blouse. She knew I was staring at her gorgeous breasts, and she leaned back into me. I am not sure at this point is she knew that she had started to pump my cock or not, but her hand was pulsing on it, making it dance in her palm. I reached up and cupped one breast in my hand, feeling the heavy weight of her tit meat. Her nipple was already engorged, pushing through the fabric of her bra and blouse. I twisted it firmly, and she let out a throaty moan. I nuzzled her neck, kissing her softly and her head fell back allowing me further access to her throat. Just as I reached down to undo her slacks, the sound of the bell that signalled someone entering the library brought her back to her senses. She quickly pushed me away and bolted to the front leaving me back between the bookshelves alone. Damn, just when we were making headway I thought to myself, and then I took solace in the fact we had started the game so to speak. Over the course of the next 2 weeks, Carla would smile at me when I came in, but always made sure to never be alone with me. I was certain she was interested, but she avoided contact with me, as if she was either scared to let go, or nervous of allowing herself the sexual freedom she dreamt of. Whatever it was, I was not about to give up that easily. If anything, it increased my desire to possess her. Friday afternoon had come, and with Monday being a holiday, most people were heading out of town, and I knew she would be working alone. What better time than to advance to part 2 of the seduction. As I suspected, the place was empty when I arrived, and the Library was due to close in 1 hr. I smiled and said hi, and headed to the back tables. I took a book on Kink from the shelves and pretended to read it, and Carla walked back to remind me that the place would be closing soon. I thanked her, and told her no problem; I was just looking for a few books to get me through the weekend. I could see her eyes widen as she noticed what I was reading, and she told me to take my time, that she would lock up and let me out when I was done. Sweet, I uttered under my breath, it was coming together. After she was done closing up, she came and sat at the table, and we chatted a bit, she asked about my personal life. I told her that I had never married, always been too busy making money, and how one day I just got tired of it all, and sold everything and moved here, to find myself. She said she was impressed that someone could just give it up and walk away to live their dreams. I told her not to be, that maybe I was crazy, and only time would tell. I asked about her life, and she told me that she was recently divorced, married for 16 yrs to a man that loved his job more then he loved her. They had no kids, which was a blessing and she lived alone with her 2 dogs. Her eyes had a sad look, as if she had missed out on so much. As she was talking I surveyed her body, and I instantly began to get hard. She was definitely all woman, in fact I would say her body was built for fucking, soft in all the right places. Her long nipples looked as if they were trying to burst right through her blouse. I told her I wanted to check my e-mail before we left, so I went to the computers, and logged on, I then asked her to come over. I wanted to show her something. I then logged on to a site that had short erotic fiction stories, and showed her a few of mine, the ones I had penned. As she read a couple, her face flushed, and her breasts began to heave a little as she read. She turned to me and asked, if I really wrote them. I told her I had, some were based on fiction, some were based on experience and all were fun to write. She told me she could never write like that, and I told her anyone can write them, all they need is an imagination, and a little inspiration, which she was providing me. She blushed again. As she started to read again, I massaged her shoulders, slowly reaching down the front, inside her blouse and eventually inside her bra. For the first time, I felt the actual warmth, or should I say heat of her hardened nubs. I squeezed her big tits, as she let out a sigh, and then I squeezed harder, waiting to see her reaction. She moaned and pushed her head back. With her eyes shut, I undid the buttons on her blouse, letting it fall open; I then undid the front clasp of her bra, letting her breast fall out. Considering her age, and the size, there was very little sag, and the nipples looked even thicker and longer out in the open air. I spun the chair around, looked at her eyes as they opened, and then she reached out, undoing my belt, opening my jeans, and releasing my now hard cock. It was dripping with the clear seminal fluid that comes from arousal. There was so much pre cum, she scooped up what was on her hands and licked it off, before leaning forward and engulfing it with her open mouth. Fuck, her mouth was so warm, so wet, that my knees almost buckled from the glorious feeling. I held on to her brown trusses as I slowly started to fuck her mouth, trying to keep my balance. One hand instinctively went back to a breast, kneading it, not wanting to surrender the feeling of those awesome globes. I then had to pull out, or risk blowing my load way too soon. I was not willing to do that, so my cock unwilling popped out with a sound that echoed. She just smiled, and I knelt before her. I had her stand, and I undid her slacks, pulling them down, revealing matching panties (what did you expect from a sexy classy woman), and I buried my nose in there, inhaling the sweet scent of her pussy. She then stepped out of her slacks, and I rolled her panties down, and she stepped out of them as well, and as she sat back down, I spread her legs, and watched as her cunt lips opened up. Like a flower that was blossoming, the hood of her swollen clit peeled back, exposing her little pink nub. I slowly licked her lips, avoiding the clit, tasting her juices, letting my tongue travel as far up her cunt as I could, trying to get as much of her on it as possible. Her taste was sweet, like a tropical fruit, juicy, refreshing. I know it sounds corny, but oh so true. I slid my hands under her plump ass, lifting her, allowing better access to her quivering cunt. Soon she was thrusting against my tongue, and once it was wet, I circled her clit, and began doing light butterfly flicks, rapid, then slow, alternating from up and down, to side to side. I could see her soft round tummy starting to convulse, and I took one hand out, and under my chin, inserted three fingers in to her cunt, all the while sucking on her clit. I was rubbing her inner wall, searching for the little spongy mass, which I knew, if I could find it, combined with the oral licking, would send her over the edge. All of a sudden, her legs tensed, she froze, and I knew I had touched it. I continued to gently rub her sensitive spot, biting and licking her clit. My other arm worked it way out and I reached up and grabbed one of her udders, massaging it. Her first climax was intense, she started flailing around, and it was hard for me to stay in there, but being as trooper I managed to continue, licking massaging. She had about 2 more orgasms, each one subsiding just a little. Standing up, I took her over to the table, sat her on it, and slowly entered her. Her cunt was so warm, so tight, it grabbed my cock and literally sucked me in deeper. I allowed myself a little time to get used to her, and then began to slowly fuck her. I wanted to enjoy it, not a rabbit fast fuck, but a slow sensuous deep fuck. Man, it was special, looking into her eyes, fucking her slowly. We fucked like that for what seemed a long time, and then I pulled out, turned her over, her elbows resting on the table, and I took her doggy style. Opening up her cunt lips so I could see my prick enter her, a sight I will not soon forget. The pinkness of her lips, the foreskin of my cock pulled back, wishing I had a camera to show her later what I was seeing, the sexiness of the moment. I plunged in, wanting to fuck her, the man in me coming out now, wanting to make her my slut, the romance now gone, wanting to cum, needing it. All that mattered was her body, my needs. Like I had said earlier, her body was designed for this, a fucking machine. As I slammed her, her tits swinging, her nipples rubbing against the table top. It all seemed so hot, like a porno movie. Here I was fucking the local Librarian, every man's sexual fantasy come true, and not just fucking her, but fucking her in the library Damn, just thinking about it, I had to say it, and as I told her, telling her, that I was fucking the librarian, she began to buck harder too, both of us lost in the fantasy of it all. We started cumming together, a combination of sweaty fucking perverts, wilding moaning and thrusting. I started to pump my hot seed into her, and she must have felt it, because she started to scream, and next thing I knew, I could feel her hot juices mixed with my cum, running down my cock, soaking my testicles and dripping on to the floor. I fell forward, using her body to keep me from collapsing. Squashing her against the table, all my weight on her, she kept saying yes, yes, yes, over and over. I reached down between her legs, scooping up some of the delicious mixture, and I licked it off, and then offered some to her. Surprisingly, she refused. Just when I was not sure, she said she preferred to taste it her way, and she turned around, knelt before and started to suck my cock clean. Needless to say, it was not long before I was hard again, and she sucked me until I shot a load in her greedy little mouth. When we were done, she smiled at me, and said the bathroom was this way. As we were cleaning up, I confessed to her, that I had been planning this seduction from the first day I saw her. Worried that I shocked her and maybe angered her, she just coyly looked at me and laughed. Silly boy, do you really think it was you who seduced me? Men, she said, so easy to predict........ The Librarian Ch. 02 It would be quite accurate to diagnose the watcher as being obsessed; he was obsessed with the Librarian. After he returned home on the night he first saw her he stayed awake for a long time, viewing porn on the internet and masturbating to orgasm three times. His mind was filled with images of Her, his newest, best target, Her, the gorgeous lady who had stripped and stretched and sucked and fucked for his enjoyment, Her, the one he needed to have. But how? How to have Her? Could he begin a friendship with Her and attempt to seduce Her? No, he dismissed that idea. He had no confidence in his ability to charm his way into Her pants. How could he be with Her? Murder Her husband – no, he instantly rejected that idea, he was no killer and the thought repelled him. After a long and confused internal argument he bitterly gave up. If there were a way to have Her, he would need to be patient and wait for an idea to occur to him. In the meantime there was no reason he should not continue to watch Her. First, he needed to secure his routes to and from Her home. He scouted out Her neighborhood and found that he could approach Her backyard through the trees behind Her house. It was a rather extensive bit of forest and he could park on a nearby street, about a half-mile from Her house, walk into the woods and be in her yard completely unseen by anyone. The approach route was perfect. Leaving the scene was equally simple; through the trees, to his car, and away. That settled he could begin timing Her, studying Her daily routine. He suspended all his other peeping activities and concentrated solely on Her. He would sit at the edge of the trees behind Her house and watch the windows as lights went on and off and as half-perceived forms moved about within the ranch. They were a most energy-efficient couple, he noted; they rarely left a light on if no one was in the room. This made it very easy for him to track their movements. She worked three nights each week at the library and came straight home after work. Friday night was their night out to dinner, and they always came home and made love. She showered in the mornings (he surmised) because he never saw Her shower at night. And as he watched he gathered more data, so that he could always be in place to watch her whenever he wanted. Warren’s activities were noted as well; he was absent every first and third Wednesday from early evening until 11 PM or later. What was he doing? A club function? Therapy? The watcher was curious. Whether Warren was home or not his wife exercised every night. Sometimes a short workout, sometimes longer, sometimes she wore a body stocking, sometimes she was nude. Those were his favorite times of all, even more than when he watched Her having sex. She was so limber, so lithe, her body could bend and stretch so very easily. She would kneel down and arch her back over and backwards, arms above her head , back and back until Her head touched the floor behind Her feet, Her breasts magnificently full and firm thrusting upwards, nipples hard and brown. He ached to be standing over Her when she did that, so that he might jerk off onto her taut body, watch his load spray out and down onto Her tits, face, and belly. Oh, how he loved watching Her and dreaming of the things he wanted to do to Her. Watching Her make love was awesome. She loved to fuck and she would writhe and grind and kick and groan and moan and scream Her pleasure. Warren had it made with Her as his wife. She would sometimes suck his dick for half an hour or more, fondling his balls, licking and sucking, humming and slurping. She sometimes made him cum on her tits, sometimes she fellated him as a before-fuck warm up. She reveled in being eaten. Warren would bury his head between Her legs and she would go apeshit! The watcher found this positively too much and came so hard that he sprayed semen up onto his chin. God, this woman was hot! By careful listening in the library he learned that Her name was Victoria. He rolled the name around in his mind. Victoria. So elegant, so sexy, it fit Her like a latex suit. Victoria and Warren; two white bread, horny lovers. And they were horny. They had sex three or four times a week. She had several sets of lingerie in various colors and she liked teasing Warren by strutting around in her heels and corset, or lying in wait for him wearing a bustier and nylons. Oh, yes, the watcher had struck the mother lode when he found Her. One night he was watching them as they lay in bed. Both were naked and they were watching the TV set. From the sounds he heard the watcher assumed that they had rented an “Adult” video. They stared fixedly at the screen, Her hand slowly stroking his cock. The watcher moved quietly along the window to see the TV screen. It was them! They were watching themselves having sex1 Her hair was done differently, Warren’s hair was less salt-and–peppery, so this tape must be several years old. Why, those naughty people! They made home movies – now, how could the watcher get his hands on the tape? As they watched themselves Vicki became visibly agitated. She parted Her legs and pulled Warren’s hand down to Her crotch. “See how wet I am, baby? Touch me, touch me, make me cum”, she moaned, and he obliged Her. They fondled each other to orgasm as they watched themselves fuck. The tape ended and they embraced and joined for a good hard hump. “We should make another movie, baby, please let’s do another one”, she begged. The watcher’s attention peeked. This could be very interesting, and it gave him and idea. The next day the watcher visited his local mall and made several purchases. He returned home and set out his packages on his living room floor. He read each instruction manual, assembled each item with infinite care and patience, studied and pored over his newest toys. At night’s end he carefully gathered everything up into a backpack, each item stowed in its special place. He had a new and very delightful plan – why hadn’t he thought of it before? So many wasted opportunities! But never again. Never again would he lose a chance to capture his target forever. He went to bed happy, but very excited about his planned excursion for Friday night. Friday came and he spent the day in restless anticipation. His watching was being taken to a new level that night and he went over his plan several times looking for flaws or improvements. What if Vicki and Warren changed their plans? What if they closed the shades (as had happened several times)? What if they didn’t make love? What if he, the watcher, was caught watching? He made it through his work day and went home. A small glass of brandy, just to help him relax. He went over his backpack’s inventory – all present and correct. Now to his dinner and a long wait until darkness and his trip to Her yard. He arrived around 9:30 PM. The night was fully dark, cloud cover was almost total. All the lights were out in Her house as he made his stealthy approach. Checking right and left for animals (once before he had had to beat a hasty retreat from a skunk) he toted his pack to his lurking spot beneath the bedroom window. So far, so good. Warren must have taken Her to dinner as was his habit. The watcher figured that he had some time to prepare before his targets returned. He opened his pack and brought out his prized objects. A digital motion picture camera. top of the line, so elegant and so very versatile. He had practiced with it and found the picture quality to be excellent. He had attached a super-sensitive microphone to give him the ability to capture very slight sounds from a distance. A tripod mount for the cam, set up at the window’s corner, allowed him to have a hands-free filming experience. He also had a still photo digicam for use as he saw fit. It was his ardent desire to film their entire episode this night and keep it for all eternity. If all went well he would do this many times in the future, building a film library of his favorite Librarian. Everything was in place and he settled back to wait. A car coming to a halt in front of the house – engine off, doors open and slam shut. Muted voices, giggles; the front door to the house opening and closing; a light goes on in the kitchen, then in the bathroom. Above his head a light goes on in the bedroom – showtime! He raised his head, looked into the room and switched on the camera. Silently the cam began to record and he peered at its picture screen to check angle and focus. When all was just right he moved aside so as to not jog the tripod. He had three hours of recording time in the cam, plenty of time for tonight. He stationed himself to allow a clear line of sight into the room and began his greatest night of peeking ever. She looked magnificent. She wore the classic “little black dress”, spaghetti straps, backless to the waist, very obviously no bra beneath. Nude stockings, black thong panties and black heels with ankle straps. Her raven hair was down over Her shoulders, Her makeup was perfect, no too much, but enough to accentuate Her lovely face. Any man who saw Her would have been aroused, she was so fucking sexy. The watcher’s cam collected images of Her as she undressed to utmost nudity and lay back on Her bed. Warren was not present, probably in the bathroom, so the watcher used the opportunity to zoom in on portions of Her as she lay waiting. Slow zoom to gather her recumbent form, pan easily from feet to belly, tight zoom onto her breasts, a most exquisite zoom took him to Her left nipple, the flesh bud standing firm, filling the screen. A sound, Warren entering, and the watcher zoomed out to take in the whole room. Warren undressed as he smiled at Her. “Do you really want to do this, baby? Last chance to say no…” he said. Naked now, Warren stood at the bedside and gently stroked her face. “I really do want it. It’s our fantasy and I want to make it real. Do it, I’m wet already please don’t make me wait. “ She answered him and fondled his cock. She was a vision of lust as she lay there on her classic four poster bed, naked and willing. He bent down to kiss Her, long and deep, then straightened and went to the closet. He brought out a briefcase, laid it on the bed beside Her and opened it. The watcher froze in shock as when he saw the objects Warren withdrew from the case – leather cuffs, four of them! The watcher had been a bondage fetishist for a long time and he instantly recognized the cuffs as restraint devices. Holy Fucking Shit! She wanted Warren to restrain Her! The watcher couldn’t believe his luck – first night with a cam and he hits the jackpot! She whispered, “Oh, God, yes”, and positioned Her arms and legs assuming a spread-eagle pose. Warren bound Her wrists to the posters at the head of the bed, then placed the restraints on Her ankles but did not fasten them to the bed. He asked her, “How do you want to go?”, and she raised Her long legs up, rolling her hips up and back, bringing Her ankles up near Her wrists. “Do me like this”, she begged, and Warren dutifully bound Her ankles to the same columns as were Her wrists. He then went back into the closet and brought out a camera on a tripod. He set it up beside the bed, on the side opposite the window, put in a tape and began recording. The watcher had been very busy. As she lay there bound and helpless, legs splayed apart, pussy gaping at the ceiling and asshole in plain sight he zoomed in on Her crotch. A most detailed study of her cunt and anus followed, the cam gathering its treasure like a greedy child gathers candy. He filled the screen with her cuntlips then panned down slightly to get a good long shot of her puckered balloon knot. Hairless, light brown, perfect! As Warren finished setting up his own camera the watcher panned out again and let the cam take in Her whole body. She was panting heavily now, hands and feet moving slightly as she waited for Her lover. “Do me, do me baby, please make it happen” she moaned. He responded by laying on the bed, on his stomach, his face between Her legs. He began to eat and she began to enjoy it. He knew how it was done, that’s for damn sure. He had Her moaning and groaning, grunting and panting like a drunken prom date. She strained against Her bonds, heaved Her hips and shook Her tits. He kept at it, varying his pace and location, sometimes on the clit, sometimes running his tongue inside the hole, sometimes chewing delicately on her pussy lips. He sucked Her love button and finger fucked Her until she was loudly begging “Finish me! Finish me!” – at which point he stopped. He stopped everything and sat up to look at Her and play with Her tits. Her eyes were wild, she stared at him, “No, baby, please I’m almost there, make me cum, I wanna cum with your mouth on me!” He said, “No. I will let you cum when I’m ready. You’re tied up, I can do whatever I want to you. And I want to make you wait for a long, long time”. And all this while two cameras rolled, making a record of Warren and Victoria’s first foray into bondage sex. She lay her head back down and arched her back, pushing her cunt up toward his face. ‘God you eat me so fucking good, do it again, suck my pussy. Lick me, make me scream, I love it!” He obliged Her, going very slowly, making Her quiver and shake. He was giving Her the best he had and she was loving it. Twice more he brought Her to the edge and then stopped. She was ragged, panting and swearing, “Eat me you son of a bitch bastard! Make me cum I gotta cum my cunt is fuckin’ dripping make me cum!” The watcher had already jerked himself to one orgasm and was working on his second. This woman was a wanton slut and he wanted her! Warren sat up and stretched his arms and neck. “I love teasing you, I love to make you beg for it. You are the hottest goddam whore I have ever seen. I’ve got a present for you, its in the briefcase. Wanna see it?” “What is it?”, she asked, “Show me.” He brought forth from the briefcase a large white vibrator. It had a rounded head and a sleek shaft with a cord dangling from it. Her eyes widened as she gazed at the toy, a soft “Oh my God” escaped Her lips. He reached down and plugged it into the wall socket. It began to hum and he resumed his place between Her legs, sitting cross-legged, holding the dildo up to show Her. “Now, you may cum” he said and applied the buzzing marital aid to Her cunt. The effect was electric. She yelped as the plastic touched Her over stimulated clitoris. Moaning loudly she pulled furiously at her bonds, frantic in Her passion as Her lover plied Her with the toy. Rocking, heaving, grunting like an animal she let Herself be pushed over the edge of glory by Warren’s humming little buddy. He worked Her over real good and brought Her a screaming, shrieking climax, captured in all its detail by a pair of lenses. She subsided, collapsing in her restraints, groaning over and over in a tiny voice “Oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my God I came so fucking hard you did me so fucking good oh my God…..” Warren climbed on Her, stabbing his dick into Her dripping pussy. She gasped in surprise, eyes springing open, mouth agape as she felt him ram home. “Oh, baby, oh you fucking …… oh my God, yes, FUCK ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!” And good old Warren drove to the hoop, pounding and slamming Her like he had paid for Her. His ass rose and fell at a frenzied pace as he grunted and swore in his own furious haze of lust. “You are such a fucking pig, my God! I love to make you come, love to see you move and strain and drip from your pussy. I love your taste, love to eat your hot wet box, shit I wanted to make you come so hard so fucking hard and I had to hold back to tease you, you little slut. Holy shit you pussy is so tight and so hot, I love it, I love your wet cunt wrapped around my pumping cock, squeeze me, squeeze mw with you pussy, c’mon, grab my cock and pull the cum out of my balls!” Pounding Her, ramming Her, she screaming over and over in ecstasy, She pulled at Her bonds trying to wrap Her arms and legs around him but in vain and the restraint brought Her to a higher intensity than she had ever felt before. And he just kept on fucking Her, harder and harder until finally he gave a huge shout of “OH, YES!!” as he came. She came, too, hugely, mouth wide open, back arching up to push her cunt up into him, head thrown back, screaming like a banshee. The watcher gathered up his things as quietly as he could. He was shaken to his core, drained by what he had witnessed. He crept away into the night, muttering to himself “I can’t fucking believe it. Jesus Christ that was so fucking awesome. I can’t believe it, I’ve got it all on film, holy fucking shit!” He went home and watched his movie, reveling in it. He had to fuck Her, he absolutely had to put his dick into Her, and now he thought he had a plan to make it happen…… The Librarian Ch. 02 The next day dawned. It was a Wednesday, possibly the most boring day of the week for Melanie. The Library was always at its lowest attendance rate during this day, the place normally deserted of customers. Normally she would pass the time by reading a book or catching up on her filing but after her activities last night she simply couldn't focus. Throwing down her latest novel she stared around at the stacks of books that lined the room. Who cared in Mr Darcy was a stuck up arrogant pig that would put his pride before his common sense! Grabbing a stack of books that needed returning to the shelves she stomped off with a quick glance at the clock on the way. It was only 11am and still hours to go before she could surf the web again. Melanie set about her filing, her mind in a daydream about the images she had seen the night before and also the fantastic time she had had in the Ladies toilet with her own naughty pissing. Suddenly a sly thought came into her mind and she quickly looked around. There was nobody in sight. She was at the far back of the long building in what most be the most boring book section. It was a wonder there were even any books to return to the shelves here! The volume in her hand was a heavy affair and belonged on the bottom shelf. Squatting down she started to push it in amongst the other heavy tomes. Stopping half way she took another look around. She could not see a soul from her vantage point. Had anybody been near then she would have easily have been able to see their feet under the shelves. The idea in the back of her mind was now causing butterflies to dance in her stomach. Stealthily she parted her legs and drew her skirt slightly up past her knees. With one hand she reached up between her legs to where her white panties were stretched across her pussy. With nimble fingers she prised back the elastic uncovering her vagina lips in the process. Once done she slid her hand back out and took one final look around. There was still nobody in sight. Closing her eyes Melanie relaxed the hold on her bladder and tried to squeeze. For several seconds nothing happened and then she felt a sudden familiar rush moving through her stomach on its way to her waiting pussy lips. The moment arrived and from under her skirt suddenly shot a thin yellow stream of hot pee playing downwards to cover the floor between her feet. Flicking open her eyes Melanie stared down at her skirt. Nothing was yet visible coming from under the material but yet Melanie could feel herself pissing; her pee-hole opening wider by the second. Between her thighs she could feel the warmth of her urine stream as it squirted out of her hairy cunt. The simple feeling of relief as her piss flowed out of her lower lips was ecstasy. However, the feeling of having a wee over the floor in the library was orgasmic. Carefully Melanie increased the flow of her piss and gasped in delight as suddenly a small growing pool of pee came into sight flowing out from under her skirt. As the seconds passed and Melanie continued her wee over the polished floor boards, the puddle continued to grow, flowing outwards. Suddenly she realised just how big the puddle was. The shock of the size of her mess instantly caused her piss flaps to close sealing off her wee. Standing awkwardly upwards, her panty elastic uncomfortable pushed as it was to one side of her pussy lips, she stared in disbelief at the puddle of pee on the floor. It was massive! Worse still she was still bursting to go. Hopping from foot to foot whilst staring at the mess on the floor she wondered what she should do next. She couldn't dare risk making the puddle on the floor any larger by resuming her wee over the floor and she definitely didn't want to run to the Ladies to finish her toilet. The library was still quite the only sound being that of the spinning fans overhead. 'Damn it!' she thought, her hands already beginning to push her long skirt and panties down her creamy legs. Within moments her large creamy bum cheeks were in full view as well as the matted triangle of pubic hairs nestled between her legs. As soon as her skirt was done to her knees she grabbed the biggest book she could find from the nearby shelves, flung it open to its middle pages and held it up to her waiting pussy. Within seconds a streaming yellow flow of piss was squirting out of her cunt lips and splashing over the pages of the book. Melanie could barely believe her own eyes as she witnessed her golden piss shower shooting out of the base of her hairy muff and spraying down to rain over the open pages of the book she was holding up to her crotch. Already the paper sheets were darkening as they hungrily soaked up her hot wee. 'This was so fantastic and so incredibly naughty!' she thought as she enjoyed every single moment of her latest wee. The awesome sense of relief as her piss flooded out of her pussy lips combined with the delicious sight of her pee shooting out of her uncovered cunt. The fast flowing stream of urine emanating from her vagina was beginning to wane now as she neared the end of her bladders stockpile of piss. With one last long squirt of pee out of her pussy lips and over the sodden book pages, Melanie finally finished her morning wee. It was now a case of hiding the sight of her toilet which unfortunately took well over 20 minutes with a bucket of water and a damp cloth. By the time she had finished the book aisle looked completely undisturbed, all traces of her golden pee having now been removed. However on one of the book shelves, was now hidden a large book whose pages were now permanently stained with a golden yellow stain. The Librarian Ch. 02 New tales with the book Michelle was working the late shift five p.m. until one a.m... It was a little after midnight when she noticed that only a couple people where in the library. One was a young man the usual golden boy blonde hair blue eyed and in great shape. He noticed that she was looking at him and he just waved. She looked down again and the next thing she new he was at her desk talking to her. "Michelle," "Yes, may I help you with something?" "Yes, I was wondering if you could help me find a book," "Yes of course, do you know the name or the author?" "Actually no if I see the cover I'll know it, it's in the old section and well you have it blocked it off." "Right well I guess because there is no one here just this once. I don't want any anybody else asking me all the time." "Don't worry I won't tell anybody," "Well can I ask why you waited until after midnight?" "Because I just realized I needed it sorry," "Ok then follow me," Michelle grabbed her favorite book. The Art of the mind, she decided to try it out on this young man tonight. She just hoped it would work. They reached the old section and the young man started looking for the book. She did not know what to look for since he did not know the name or author. Therefore, she just looked at the bookshelves. She tapped the young man on the shoulder and handed him the book. He just looked at her. She motioned him to read it. "But this isn't the book I'm looking for," "I know but I thought you would like to read it. Just try the first couple of pages and see if you like it. I know I love it," The young man leaned against the wall and began reading. When Michelle noticed that, he was past page three. She decided to begin the adventure with the young man. "What is your name?" "Tony," "Tony, what is your favorite sexual act?" "Doggie style," "What is your ultimate fantasy?" "To have sex with my sister, she is drop dead gorgeous. You and she have the same name." "Ok then I what you to picture me as your sister. Are you getting hard?" "Yes I am," "Good follow me," Michelle turned and walked back to the more secluded area of the old section. This area had a table and chairs. That the students rarely use. Michelle walked over to the chair and sat down she motioned for Tony to keep standing. Tony just looked at her with a dazed look on his face. Michelle new she had to make this good and she hoped that nobody out in the main floor would notice her absent or Tony. She new that what ever they were going to do that the students would hear them but she just hoped they didn't come an investigate the noises. Michelle grabbed the book and laid it open on the table she new from other experiences that if she closed the book that the person would come out of the daze and start questioning her if she didn't give that person further instructions before the book was closed. "Take off your clothes Tony," Tony hurriedly undressed himself. The shirt and pants were crumpled on the floor. He left his boxers on and his sandals. Michelle motioned for the rest to come off too. When he took off the boxers, he tried to hide the growing erection. Michelle ordered his hand away so she could look at his beautiful cock. No two cocks are the same and she loved that. They would feel different each and every time she tried out a new one. "Tony now I just want you to stand there. I want to look at your body." Michelle got up and started walking around his body. She noticed that he was a good nine inches taller then her, very slim in the waist but he had broad shoulders. She looked down at his ass, and saw how toned and tanned it was. Actually, she noticed that his whole body was tanned. "Tony do you tan in the nude," Michelle asked the dazed looking Tony. "Yes I do I started doing that about five years ago." Michelle walked around to his front and looked at his erection. She did a double take. His balls and everything around them was completely clean-shaven. She liked when men shaved down there because she hated sucking cock and the balls with hair on them. She reached out and gently flicked his cock. It bounced in response. "Tony what do you like to do before the initial act of sex?" "Um well I love to eat pussy or get a blow job," "Well I want this to last. Plays with your cock but do not cum if your anywhere near Cumming stop. If you cum without my permission I will shove something up your ass." Tony just nodded in response. Michelle pulled off her skirt and shirt but left her bra and panties on. Tony just looked at her. She moved back over to the chair and started to play with her tits. Tony just kept on watching her. His dazed face was turning into lust. He stood there watching her for a couple minutes before he eventually started to play with his cock. Michelle just ran lazy circles over her clit and nipples, giving Tony a good look at both of her assets. Michelle stood up and took off her bra. Tony did not miss anything she did with her hands. His stroking became harder and faster and Michelle told him to stop. He reluctantly pulled his hand away. Even under the mind control, he wanted to disobey but that is every man. Michelle pulled off her sopping wet panties. She moved over to sit on the table and she opened her legs for Tony's viewing pleasure. She was also clean-shaven. She raised her hand, pointed at Tony, and then pointed at her pussy. He walked over and kneeled down. He put his hand between her milky white thighs and inhaled her womanly smell. He kissed her all over. He stuck out his tongue and ran it up from her asshole all the way to her clit where he licked and sucked and then bit it. Michelle squirmed under his tongue. Tony moved away from her pussy and placed kisses all the way up to her mouth. He pressed his mouth over hers until she opened her mouth to let his tongue in and roam around. Michelle could feel Tony's cock head rubbing against her pussy. She pushed against it. Tony finally got the hit and pushed until his cock head entered her pussy. Michelle adjusted herself on the table so Tony could enter her fully. He pushed all the way in. Michelle felt stuffed. Tony started thrusting into her. Michelle reached down and started rubbing her clit. She was close to coming. "Oh faster Tony ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Tony hit the right spot and she screamed in ecstasy. He kept thrusting in to her until he came. Michelle got down from the table and cleaned off his cock. She got a nice tasty treat after a bit. Michelle heard a noise coming from the main library. She checked her watch it was after one. She hoped that everybody left or she was going to get in trouble. She pushed Tony away. "Ok Tony I want you to forget that you had sex with me the librarian but that you had the most vivid daydream of doing your sister here in the library." Michelle got dressed grabbed the book and as soon as she reached the desk she closed it. She heard Tony scream "Shit," she new that he just woke up naked. He came out a few minutes later looking flushed. He hurried past her and grabbed his stuff and left. Michelle went home satisfied. Until the next time at the library. The Librarian Ch. 03 The next several weeks held the most intense window peeking experiences of the watcher's career. Warren and Victoria seemed to go into a sexual hyperdrive of incredible dimensions. They continued their experiments in bondage, with Vicki always the one restrained, never Warren. She wallowed in Her pleasures when she was bound, climaxing again and again with an almost profound passion. She wanted to try many different positions and postures, sometimes nude and sometimes in lingerie. One night she had dear hubby tie Her upright to the bedpost fully clothed, with a cloth gag in Her mouth. He then proceeded to cut and tear Her clothes from Her body as she squirmed and writhed in mock horror. When he had Her fully naked he played with Her breasts, pinching and squeezing her nipples while she moaned into Her gag. He then stood beside Her and whispered in Her ear as his fingers probed and stroked in Her sopping cunny. She loved it and he didn't stop until she was damn near faint. All the while they played, every time they tried something new or replayed an old scenario, their camera was set up on its trusty tripod, silently gathering the revelries for their viewing enjoyment. A second camera rolled, as well, a camera operated by the watcher as he crouched outside their bedroom window in rapt attention. One night the watcher filmed what he felt was his masterpiece of cinema verite. His targeted pair was lying together in bed, both naked, watching a film of their recent escapades. After some little while, Vicki rolled over onto Her belly and put Her lovely head in Warren's lap. He looked down at Her as she said, "Just keep watching. I want to try something", and she took him into Her mouth. The watcher quickly shifted position so as to be directly opposite Her face as she worked. He reset the camera to be able to capture the whole tableaux, from Warren's belly down to Her legs. He could zoom as required or pan and take in the whole room; it was a perfect set up. She gave Her hubby a blowjob that would have made a porn queen proud. Warren wasn't very big, 5 inches and kind of thin in the shaft, but Vicki's enthusiasm for Her work made the watcher forget about hubby's size. She fondled his balls while she licked his dickhead, then took it halfway into Her mouth. She bobbed Her head up and down on it, Her cheeks flattened with the suction she applied. She went on and on, never stopping, never tiring, always sucking and licking Her beloved object. She shifted position, kneeling at right angles to her man with Her legs together, head down and ass high. The watcher choked back a moan when she did that: with a slight adjustment of angle he could get a shot right up into her asshole and pussy and he focused on Her nether region as she slurped away on Warren's lucky member. Yes, she made some exquisite sounds as she sucked, and she hummed and moaned with the meat in Her mouth. The watcher had never seen Her take such a dedicated approach to cocksucking before, and by the look on Warren's face neither had he. Just when it couldn't get any better, it got better. She grabbed the dick by the base and tried to swallow it whole. She made a most gallant effort to deepthroat the little captain and the watcher loved hearing Her gag and choke as she tried to push it down Her throat. She kept it up for a good ten minutes, over and over forcing Her mouth down onto the dick, but she was never able to get it all in. Warren, meanwhile, was in heaven! He just lay there in ecstasy, saying things like, "Go baby, go, do it, shit yeah, get it all". Finally, after 37 minutes of oral attack, Warren came, and for the first time in their marriage Vicki let him cum in Her mouth - and she swallowed his load. The watcher had the entire scene on film and he watched it over and over in the weeks to come. The watcher had learned why Warren was out of the house the first and third Wednesday evenings of each month. Warren was a town Councilman, his picture had been in the paper a couple of times, and he had to attend Council meetings. At first Vicki would stay home on those nights, working out, reading, or watching TV. But one Wednesday night a totally new event occurred, an event destined to form in the watcher's mind a plan to allow him to fuck the Librarian. After he learned why Warren was gone on Wednesdays the watcher knew that nothing sexual would happen until after the meeting, and the meeting usually lasted until 11 PM. On those nights he could take his time arriving at the window, no need to rush over. But one Wednesday, for whatever reason, he decided to go early, around 9 PM, just to see what he could see. He packed up his cam and took up position at the window. Peering in he couldn't believe his eyes. The TV was on, some brainless sitcom braying over the airways, and Vicki was lying in bed, on Her back, in a red corset. She was spreadeagled, Her wrists above Her head near the bedposts and Her ankles touching the bedposts at the foot of the bed. What the fu...? And then he saw it - rope! She was BOUND spreadeagle on Her bed! Warren had tied Her up - was he home? Had the Council meeting been cancelled and was Warren home tonight? The watcher strained his ears, listening for the sounds that would indicate Warren's presence. Nothing! He stepped away to check the rest of the house, but no lights were on except in the bedroom and over the front door. Holy shit! He went back to the bedroom window and looked in. She was still there, tied and quiet, watching the boob tube, alone! The watcher couldn't believe that she was alone, it was too inconceivable. He knew it wasn't safe to leave a person bound and alone, but apparently that's what hubby had done to the Librarian. Mother of God! She's alone!!!!!!! The phone rang. It rang four times before the answering machine picked up. A voice was leaving a message - Warren's voice was leaving a message! "Hi, baby, it's me. We're taking a break and I wanted to call like I promised. Having a good time? I hope you'll be ready for me when I get home..Well, bye, baby. See you in a little while." And he hung up. She chuckled quietly and muttered, "Oh, yeah, I'm gonna be so ready for you..." The watcher was stunned. She was tied up, completely helpless, and all alone!!!! His mind reeled with fantasies, all of them involving him standing over Her as she lay bound and at his mercy. His dick swelled up to full erection and strained to be set free. SHE WAS LYING THERE HELPLESS AND HE COULD DO NOTHING! He rose quietly and walked away from the house. He crossed into the shelter of the trees behind Her yard and sat down with his back to a tree trunk. He was shaking with desire, burning to break into Her house and molest Her as she lay there. But she'd see him and scream, she'd recognize him from the Library and he'd be arrested! Shit! So fucking close to Her, so near to being able to touch Her, and he was still as powerless as he'd ever been. Making a supreme effort he calmed himself down, controlled his breathing and let his pulse return to normal. His luck with the Librarian, which up to now had been phenomenal, had just turned bad, at least that's how he saw it. So close, so damn close...! He returned to the bedroom window and waited for Warren's return. She lay there, in Her restraints, sometimes shifting Her weight or moving a bit to get comfortable. Warren called again at 11:15 to say he was on his way home. The watcher never blinked, he just stared into the room where his adored object of lust was waiting for a mouth and a cock to bring her to orgasm. Warren returned and immediately went to Her. He was concerned for Her safety, they'd never done this before. She assured him that she was fine, she was OK, except for Her dripping wet pussy. He took the hint and began paying Her supreme attention. He brought Her to orgasm three times that night as she twisted in her ropes, and the watcher recorded it all with a deep frown of resentment on his brow. The next week there was no Council meeting, but Wednesday night brought a whole new kind of sex play. The watcher was again present to observe the most private moments of the Librarian's life. When he arrived he found that Warren and Vicki had already started; at least they were naked and in bed. They were talking and the watcher detected vocal stress patterns as they spoke. "No!", she said. "We've gone over this before and I don't want to do that!" "I know we've gone over this before," replied Warren, "but it just seemed to me that we could discuss it again. Look, I love you, and you are the hottest, sexiest woman in the world, and I love having sex with you. We've tried so many things, you really like the bondage we've been doing lately, so I just wanted to ask you to think about it some more. I really, really want to have anal sex with you." She shook her head. "No, Warren, I'm sorry, I just don't want to do it. Ugh, it's just so disgusting." Warren was a real trooper; he didn't give up easily. "The girls in the movies we watched didn't think so. They really liked it, and if we go real slow and easy it doesn't have to hurt you. How about this: you say your sensations are more intense when I tie you up and touch you, right? What if I tie you up and then do it. Tie you up and then fuck your ass? You might really like it." She wasn't buying it at all. "No, no, no, I mean it. I don't want to, it WILL hurt and I don't want you to try doing it. If you try when I'm tied up I swear I'll never let you tie me up again." An impasse. The watcher felt sorry for good old Warren. Fucking her ass was something the watcher had thought of many, many times. Just last week he had been in the library, watching Her at work. She was shelving books in the reference area and, of course, some books had to go on the bottom shelves. She was wearing a nice pair of dress slacks that day and when she bent over to put away tomes on the lowest shelf the watcher was given a perfect view of Her gorgeous ass, as though she was presenting just for him. So all sympathy to you, Warren old boy. But maybe, if his plans worked out just right, the Watcher would go to a place Warren had never been.... Husband and wife talked for a little while longer, then lay down and were silent for a time. Eventually she sat up and asked him, "So where's my surprise?" He grinned. "Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. Hold on." He left the room, returning in a moment with a gaily wrapped box, fairly large in size. "Here you go, ma'am," he said, handing Her the box. "Open it up." She smiled at him as she unwrapped the present. She let out a cry of, "Oh, yeah!" as the wrappings fell away and the present was revealed. The watcher uttered a silent prayer of thanks as well when he saw the present - a sybian machine. A lady's special toy, meant for Her pleasure. It was a saddle shaped bit with an attachment site for a vibrating dildo. The angle of the plastic dick could be adjusted as the lady found the most comfortable position. The marital aid (once described by a friend as "the best parts of a man without the worst parts") was laid flat and the lady mounted it as she would a supine lover. She could choose to use it as a dildo only, or by utilizing the control panel, attached by wires to the saddle, she might make her rocket hum and buzz at various levels of intensity. All in all a rather exquisite piece of surrogate penisity. And the look on Her face as she set it up on Her bed was pure lust. Obviously she had wanted one for some time and good old Warren had brought home the goods. She wasted no time assembling Her toy, cleaning it with a mild soap, preparing it for immediate use. Warren got his camera and set it up to film Her at play. Another camera was filming, the watcher once again creating digital records of his most adored object, his Librarian, the woman he wanted to touch and lick and bite and suck and fuck. How can words describe Her behavior that night? She was superb. After some small difficulties as she learned how to operate the electric wiener she settled in and gave a grandstand performance. As Her hubby rolled camera she mounted the sybian and rode into the sunset of planet Orgasm. She loved Her new toy. She rode with a wild abandon that made one recall the reckless saddle antics of a rodeo star; she was born to ride. She damn near fell off a couple of times when Her joy became too great. Her hips never stopped pumping, up and down, up and down, grinding sideways, rolling back and forth as she experimented with new ways to feel the buzzing pecker. God in heaven , she was awesome! She was obviously turned on by the fact that she had an audience, playing to the camera and to Her husband. He dug it, too, stroking himself as she bucked and heaved Her sweating body on the love gadget. After Her second orgasm she slowed down a bit and beckoned Warren to come to Her. He stepped to the side of the bed and she thanked him by taking his cock into Her mouth. That's how their night ended, she riding the magic saddle as he stood and got blown away. She had him come on her when he was ready, great drops of man milk flowing forth upon Her upturned face. She licked off the seed she could reach with Her tongue, then gathered the rest of his spooge with Her fingers and swallowed it. She gradually slowed her rhythm and subsided into a swoon. The watcher had cum as he viewed Her, and he renewed his vow to have Her for his own. His plan was taking form. He needed just a couple more nights of watching to make sure he could make it happen. It was a good plan, he could find only a small flaw in it, and even that flaw could be overcome with proper planning. As he drove home that night he went over the plan in his mind. It could work, he decided, it actually could work. The Librarian Ch. 03 Returning to her desk Melanie found she was trembling. What she had done had been so incredibly naughty and yet such a terrible turn on. After five minutes of unsuccessfully trying to return to her work she decided enough was enough and dashed off to the Ladies toilet. Slamming the cubicle door shut behind her she immediately yanked down her skirt and panties and within moments was busily pleasuring herself with a set of probing fingers. Gently caressing her clit with one hand she plunged her longest digit of her second hand into her moist pussy hole tracing round the contours of her vagina before sliding it back out again. Over and over she repeated this performance, a low groan escaping her mouth as desire overcame her. One hand had now found its way into her blouse and was caressing the erect nipple of her left breast. Her mind was flooded with an intense burning need which became heavier and heavier with every passing second. She arched her back against the cubicle wall as she climaxed, a much louder groan of ecstasy passing her lips as her sexual desires peaked. Her legs failed her at this point and she collapsed into a heap pressed up against the cold toilet basin wall. Her breathing was hot and ragged as it came it deep gasps, drawing in much needed air into her chest. One tit poked out from the gap in her blouse, still firm and hard from her excitement whilst her skirt was a stained mess on the toilet floor. Ten minutes later and a red faced Melanie emerged from the toilets and returned to her desk. Looking around she could see nothing out of the ordinary. None of the few customers were paying her any special attention and she thanked her lucky stars that her activities in the bathroom had gone unnoticed. The stains on her skirt prevented Melanie from venturing out from behind her desk for the rest of the day. Her afternoon pee took place in the Ladies toilet. Not wanting to risk peeing over the floor or into a sink bowl Melanie contented herself to facing the opened toilet lid and whilst her bum cheeks were facing the cubicle door, had started to take a long squirting piss. Her golden pee stream flowed down onto the up-righted lid before streaming downwards into the toilet bowl. After doing most of her pee in this fashion, Melanie stopped at the last moment. Removing her body from over the toilet she moved over to bring her pussy lips up to the toilet roll hung on the cubicle wall. She then took great delight in subjecting the toilet roll to a shower of hot pussy piss flowing out of her muff and drenching the absorbent paper with her pee stream. Finally closing time arrived. She had made sure that her bladder was full and as she locked the main doors she knew she ready for her next naughty pee. Looking around the deserted library and its many rows upon rows of books she wondered where she could go. The familiar dancing sensation was forming in her stomach as she contemplated just what a fantastic opportunity this was. Still stood in the entrance porch Melanie unbuttoned her blouse. Continuing she proceeded to strip from the rest of her work clothes. Within moments her erect tits were sliding into view as she released them from her bra. Throwing her upper garments to the floor Melanie immediately started to remove her skirt and panties. Barely ten seconds later and Melanie was completely naked, her pubic region on full display and her bladder bursting with a desperate need. Moving her hairy muff up to the dark Mahoney of the front door Melanie let out a little giggle as she allowed her pussy to send a quick squirting shower of piss out of her lower lips. Her golden pee stream shot from the base of her pussy and began to play over the wooden door surface. A long dark stain was running downwards towards the floor mat as Melanie continued her pee. From behind, her golden shower could just be seen under the groove of her buttocks as it flowed out of her pussy and fell over the wooden door. Stopping her piss she turned and ran back into the main room. 'So many places and so many opportunities - where should she go?' she thought desperately, trying to keep her piss flaps closed. Her pee was bursting to come out and she knew she had to choose straight away. Inspiration struck her and with a big grinning smile she moved over to her chosen location. The children's book section was made up of low level, open wooden boxes; allowing the youngsters easy access to the books piled within. This also proved an easy location for Melanie to clamber onto and squat down just like a toilet. Within seconds Melanie was having a new pee. From between her legs shot a new golden stream of her hot urine flowing strongly out of her triangular shaped muff and falling downwards towards the kiddie books. The first of her pee stream arrived at its destination, hot splashes of urine bouncing off the book covers as more and more piss arrived. Melanie gasped with pleasure at the sight of her yellow pee raining down to cover the books with her pussy shower. She had absolutely no idea how she was going to cover up her mess afterwards but for now she could not care less. Hot piss continued to squirt out from between her thighs forming a cascading golden fountain of pee that pattered down all over the books below. She stared, past her hardened breasts taking in the delicious sight of her pee stream as it rained down over the assortment of book covers. She could already see the piss stained papers inside the books as she continued peeing. The large room seemed to fill with the sound of the hiss and patter her pee stream made as it flowed out of her body via her pussy lips before cascading downwards amongst the children's reading material. She desperately wished she could take every piss like this with the freedom to squirt her pee where-ever and when-ever she liked. The sense of freedom being naked and taking a piss into a book cupboard was absolutely incredible and she wished it would last forever. Unfortunately this was not to be and her golden shower soon started to show signs of abating. The thick flow of squirting piss juice leaving her pubic region was beginning to diminish and the strong hissing sound was reducing by the second. It was an incredible disappointment when Melanie exhausted her pee supply. She remained in her squatting position, her legs spread and her pussy hovering over the books she had just pissed over. She stared down at the pee stained reading material and tried desperately to start a new pee. 'I have to do at least one more squirt of piss over the books before finishing my toilet!' she thought. Melanie had no idea how long it took but suddenly she felt like she had one last little bit of pee stored up in her bladder. Taking careful aim with her pussy she started to squeeze and waited with baited breath whilst her bladder responded. Between her thighs her pussy lips suddenly parted as her pee hole opened just long enough to allow a brief new stream of piss to momentarily shoot out of her vagina and patter downwards over a previously untouched book. Melanie marvelled as she watched the book cover stain yellow as her pee washed over it. Her latest relief latest a second but it was enough to cause a suitably big stain over the book to satisfy her. Clambering off from the wooden book holder Melanie turned and stood to face the piss soaked collection of books. Slowly she allowed one hand to trace its way down her firm belly to her waiting pussy hole whilst the other reached upwards to caress her waiting tits. Using the sight of her recent toilet over the children's book collection to spur her on, Melanie started to masturbate furiously. Between her legs, two fingers pumped her pussy whilst she fondled her breasts with her other hand. The room resonated to her soft groans as she continued to satisfy herself. Meanwhile inside the wooden book holder, the books dripped spent pee down to the hidden interior, their dark stained covers testament to her recent piss all over them. The Librarian Ch. 03 Inspired by Dave for Dave Michelle was busy cleaning her house on her day off from the library. It was a Friday late fall and still pretty cool outside. She decided to take a walk to the local park. Where it hopefully will be deserted so Michelle can catch up on her reading but just in case she decided to bring the book along with her, she wanted to be prepared for anything. Michelle was dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a smaller sweater that every time she would raise or move her arm the shirt would rise to just below her breasts. She wouldn't dare trying to wear the sweater the library but she just loved wearing it at home with no bra on. Michelle reached the park and noticed that nobody was there. She sat down underneath a tree and began reading her book. Even without her book she was almost always, sexual aroused. She couldn't help it. After a good ten minutes of reading and trying to ignore the urge to touch herself on her boobs her pussy that was beginning to get wet by just thinking of all her latest sexually adventures. She especially liked they way Jim her neighbor licked her. He probably had the best tongue she has ever felt on her most prized areas. Michelle opened her eyes from the daydream and noticed a truck across the way with the hood up and a young man looking inside trying to see what the problem was. Michelle tried to ignore him but even at a distance, she could see his amazing ass in a pair of tight faded jeans. She just wanted to reach out across the distance and grab it. Every couple of minutes she would look up and see if he was still there. After the fourth time of checking, she noticed that he was gone. She looked around for him and then she spotted him. Coming towards her with a big grin on his face and grease on his hands the closer he got the more wet she got. He had a good body that was built tremendously. "Hello," said the young man. "Hi, can I help you with something?" Asked Michelle trying to surpass the urge to grab him and jump on him. Roaming her hands all over his body paying special attention to his lower regions she tried to hide the smile that came to her face with that thought. "Yes, well I couldn't help in noticing that you kept looking at me when I was at my truck," Michelle couldn't speak she couldn't believe that he noticed her looking at him. Maybe she could get him to read the book. He noticed the book but didn't say any thing about it. "You work at the local library don't you?" Asked the young man with an evil grin on his face which he didn't try to hide. "Yes, I do work at the local library why do you ask," "Well I had a friend their couple of days ago and you and him where the only ones their." "Oh did he say something about me," "Yeah he did just that you helped him find a book and then he woke up completely naked with traces of cum on his cock and in his mouth," Michelle was struck speechless by the realization that someone remembered something from the sex adventures. "What is your name so I know what to tell the cops," Michelle said with a smile on her face. "It's Dave," Dave sat down next to Michelle playing with the book opening and closing it. He moved his hand to her thigh and just looked in her eyes. He moved closer until he was inches away from her face then leaned all the way in and kissed her. It took Michelle a couple on minutes to react to the kiss. She opened her mouth to let his tongue in. She sucked on his tongue savoring his taste. Dave backed away and just looked her. He reached over to take off her sweater. After the sweater was off, he just looked at her covered breast in a silky black bra. He reached over, pushed Michelle down, and attacked her breasts with his mouth. He licked and sucked at her bra until he could feel the nipple rising up in the arousal state. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra until her boobs spilled out. Michelle started to tug on his shirt until he got the hint and took it off. Soon they were both naked and not caring that they were in a park and that anybody could see them in the middle of having sex. They were laying down facing each other. Michelle moved her hand until she grabbed his throbbing cock. She moved her hand up and down feeling the hardness of it and wanting it inside of her. He moved away from kissing her leaving kisses at everybody part of her body. He moved down leaving kisses all the way down passed her belly button and pussy all the way down to her feet. Were he kissed all over and then moved his mouth back up towards her pussy and started to kiss and lick her pussy. He opened up her lips to see her wetness moving down her crack. He again trailed kissed up and down her crack kissing and poking his tongue into her holes until she started to squirm under his mouth. She screamed when a powerful climax shuddered her whole body. Dave looked up into her face when her cum dripping off his face. She moved her head and licked at her own juices on his face. She loved to taste her own cum off other people. Dave repositioned until he was over Michelle with his cock at her entrance. Michelle nodded once and he pushed it all the way in. Dave stayed that way until she was used to his size and then he started to thrust in an out of her. Slow at first but with Michelle's legs wrapped tight around his back and her screaming "harder faster" he hurried to do just that. Michelle was approaching her fourth climax when she could feel Dave tightening up a little bit more with the onset of his climax. He started spurting rope after rope of cum deep inside of Michelle that she started to climax in the middle of his climax. He withdrew his cum covered cock out of Michelle who was disappointed but then she realized she could have more fun. She moved in between his legs so that his semi-hard cock was level with her mouth. She reached out and gave it a little kiss. Tasting the juices of both of them, she put the head of it in her mouth and twirled her tongue around his slit and underneath the cock head. Dave moved his hips so that more of him would slide into her mouth better. He noticed the lovely cum coated pussy in front of his face and decided it was time for dessert. Michelle had his cock and he had her pussy they didn't notice anything around them except for each other. Michelle was on a roll of climaxes today and he was fast approaching his second cum of the day. He came in her mouth, as she was cumming in his mouth. They repositioned each other so they could lay down together. Still feeling the sexual high he kept moving his hands up and down her body giving her nipples to raise even more then they were. Michelle spoke first, "Why don't we head back to my house so we can continue this in a more private area." "Yeah ok is it far?" "Nope a short walk you could leave your truck here if you wanted to," "Ok," they got up and got dressed but still they still touched. He followed her home with his hand caress her ass. When they reached her house, they barely could control each other. They made it up to the bedroom were Dave hurriedly tore off her clothes and his. She lay down on the bed with her legs open and her hand motioning him to come closer. He shook his head and she began to play with herself. His cock was rising every second of watching her play with her pussy. He finally stepped forward and began kissing her then moving down to the source of the wetness. He paid more attention to her anus then her pussy. He got it all nice and wet. He turned her over on her stomach with her ass raised and waiting. He reached for her pussy until his hand was coated with her juice. He ran his hand up and down his shaft to get it all lubed up and the pushed against her hole. He decided he wasn't going to be gentle. He pushed it the rest of the way in and Michelle cried out in pain. He waited for her to get adjusted to the pain and then he started to move in and out of her. While she was playing with her clit making her climax even more powerful then the other ones she's had that day. It took him a good twenty minutes to reach his climax after the first two. He came filling her ass to the brim. When he pulled out some of his cum came out. He started to lick at it shocking himself that he liked the taste of his cum. When it was all out, he turned her around and started to kiss her. After a bit they just laid there a bit until Michelle fell asleep. Dave got up got dressed and wrote her a note saying he would be back for more. The Librarian Ch. 04 The watcher was ready. He had made his plan, and it was a good one. He would put his hands on the Librarian, he would feel Her tits, pinch Her nipples, he would caress the smooth firmness of Her ass; he would fuck Her. Never before had he come to the decision to actually be with one of the ladies he watched. His list of targets (as he termed the victims of his peeping) was long; he kept an actual list on his computer, each woman noted as to features, size, name when he could determine it, the activities he observed, any detail he thought interesting. The Librarian, Victoria, was his latest and most special. He had viewed Her more intensely than any other; she was easily the most beautiful of all his targets; the sexual appetite and ranger of activities she engaged in put all of his other targets in the shade. She was the only target he had ever photographed and he now had over seven hours of film as well as hundreds of still images of Her. Victoria undressing; Victoria exercising: Victoria having intercourse in various positions; Victoria with Her husbands dick in Her lovely mouth; Victoria bound in an array of poses. He even had taken some snaps of Her as she worked in the library because he wanted to have a full inventory of Her form. She was a stunner for sure. His first estimate of Her height was a little off because she had been wearing heels; he had since had time to study Her and come up with more exact proportions. She was 5' 8" barefoot, olive complexion, dark eyes, a fine, thin nose, hair full and rich and black, so black that it shone as it hung below her shoulders, cut and shaped by a gifted hairdresser, not straight and not curly. Her body was in fine shape, toned and fit from Her daily exercise, with a classic hourglass shape, legs so finely shaped as to excite envy in other women. She was in Her 30's, he guessed 33, not a wrinkle on Her. Her hips were wide and Her ass was firm and impudent, wiggling boldly when she walked. As for Her breasts - perfection. Large and full, he estimated 38C (which he would verify at his first opportunity), dark nipples and large areolas begging for attention. She trimmed Her pussy hair into a Mohawk style, one vertical strip about two inches wide. Perhaps she weighed 135 lbs., and the watcher often thought of Spencer Tracy's line describing Kate Hepburn, "What's there is choice!" He had watched Her for several months and knew Her habits. She and Her husband, Warren, had a routine and a pattern of behavior that the watcher exploited to maximize his viewing opportunities. They routinely left their bedroom window and shade raised about three inches to allow air into the room. This gave the watcher all the space he needed to observe them and film them with a minimum chance of detection, so long as he was very careful. He was always very careful. He was consumed, obsessed with the desire to fuck Her. He had always used his targets as objects of his fantasy, imagining them engaged in various sexual activities with him as he masturbated, but with the Librarian it was different. She was so hot, so sexy, he had seen Her do so many erotic things that he had to be with Her, had to touch Her, had to fuck Her. As he had watched Her over the weeks a plan had formed, the final piece of which had fallen into place the night he saw Her bound to Her bed, alone. Warren was a Councilman and attended Council meetings twice each month, first and third Wednesday nights from 7 PM until 11 PM or later. For the past two months he had bound Vicki to the bed before he left; she lay there awaiting his return, Her passion growing by the hour, until he came home and ravished Her in Her restraints. It was an awesome thing to behold and the watcher had it all on record. This behavior was what he would exploit to be with Her. The plan was simple: after Warren left for his meeting the watcher would break into the house (he had worked for a locksmith during his college years and knew how to pick locks) and go to Her as she lay spread-eagle on Her bed. He would throw a towel over Her face so she could not see him because he wished (quite naturally) to avoid detection and he knew she would recognize him since he had been to the library so often. He planned to have his camera set up outside the window to capture his triumph as he climbed onboard the good ship Victoria and banged away. He could take his time and explore Her body for a long time because he knew that Warren always called home and left a message on the answering machine to let Her know he was on his way. In fact, he also called when the Council took a break mid-way through the night's discussion, so the watcher would have plenty of warning before he had to leave. Of course, once he had raped Her he could never go back to Her house, and that was a bummer because he loved watching Her, but he consoled himself with the fact that he had hours of movies of Her and he would always know that he had fucked Her. He also intended to bring off some trophies, keepsakes to remember Her by, a nice lacy bra and panty set or perhaps a blouse that smelled like Her... The next Wednesday night came and he prepared. He was very calm, methodical in his preparation. He gathered his backpack containing his video equipment, added a pair of thin leather gloves (wouldn't do to leave fingerprints), threw in a dark blue bath towel and a tube of Astroglide lube (in case she ran dry) and zipped the pack closed. He hadn't masturbated for a week and he was sure to blow a nice, big, thick load when he came tonight. He had been saving himself for Her. The drive to his parking spot was uneventful. He pulled into a strip mall parking lot, off in the back corner where it was dark, locked his car, took up his bag and walked away towards a small forested area. Into the trees, up a slight rise. Once on the opposite slope he could make out Her house about two hundred yards away. A single light shone from the house, Her bedroom light. He trudged on, his excitement growing. This could be HIS night, his great moment. He neared the edge of the trees and paused. He was at the edge of Her backyard and he scanned left and right looking for anyone who might spot him. He had done this dozens of times and he was always ultra-careful to avoid detection. Once he had to leave because a skunk waddled right up to him; twice before Her right side neighbors had thrown a party in their backyard and he had had to abort his mission. But tonight all was quiet and dark, nothing to prevent him from going forward with his plan. He stole softly up to Her window hoping that good old Warren had followed his established behavior pattern and tied Vicki to the bed. Crouching down, he peered into Her bedroom and swore to himself. Tonight, of all nights, they had not followed their pattern. He had counted on the fact that they were creatures of habit, that they would do as they had done for several weeks past. His entire plan was based on this premise, and tonight they had changed their behavior. She had always before been tied spread-eagle on Her back, lying in bed, head propped on a pillow, watching TV while Warren was off at his meeting. Not tonight. Not tonight! Tonight she was kneeling on the bed, head towards the foot of the bed and turned away from his view. He jerked back at his first glance for fear that she might turn and see him. He was enraged, infuriated! His plan was shot all to hell because these stupid assholes couldn't follow their own pattern! Shit! Shit! Shit! He looked again, cautiously peering into Her room. She was still kneeling their but now Her face was turned toward him - she was wearing a blindfold! Why the fuck is she...Then his brain registered the entire scene and he almost shouted for joy. She and Warren had tried something different this night. She was bound and blindfolded on Her knees, Her ankles in leather cuffs and attached to a spreader bar, the bar then tied to the posts at the head of the bed. A rope was tied to each knee and then secured to a post at the foot of the bed. A long wooden bar ran across Her shoulders, Her wrists and biceps bound to it so that Her arms were at right angles to Her torso. The bar was then secured to the posts at the foot of the bed, about halfway up, say three feet above mattress level. She was restrained in doggy position, blindfolded and secured, awaiting Her hubby's return. She wore nothing but black nylon stockings and black stiletto heels. Her tits hung down, Her head drooped. The radio was playing classic rock for Her listening pleasure. She was totally immobile, she couldn't lie down, stretch, shift Her weight. She was there for Warren to have when he got home. Or for whoever got there first. The watcher stood up and raised his eyes to the night sky. Stars twinkled merrily, the thinnest crescent moon rode high above. A soft breeze played over his face as he whispered softly to himself, "Okay then, time for Plan B." He set up his camera as he had planned, then moved to the front of the house. This part had always been the most dangerous, gaining entry undetected by nosy neighbors. In his favor was the fact that the nearest house was 150 feet away; working against him were the bright light over Her front door and the fact that he would have to pick the door lock. If he had trouble with the lock he'd need to spend more time on the illuminated doorstep and that would increase his chance of detection. He saw no way around it, so after a long look around to check for people who might see him he went to the door. Heart racing he opened his reached in his pocket for his picks. He hadn't used them much lately but he had been practicing on his own door for a couple of weeks. He surveyed the door: two locks, one in the handle and a dead bolt. He slipped the picks into the dead bolt first and went to work. It didn't feel right to him as he fumbled in his haste, just didn't feel right. Then he realized that the dead bolt was not locked. He set his picks in the handle lock and worked it. He looked around once more and saw no one. Concentrating on the lock he was pleasantly surprised when it clicked open. He'd done it! Turning the knob with his gloved hand he opened the door and stepped in. He closed the door firmly and locked it just as he had found it. He didn't try to move silently any more, he walked like he owned the place. That was part of his new plan, a great new plan that had sprung full-blown into his mind just minutes ago. He smiled to himself as he walked through the darkened living room. From the bedroom he heard Her call out, "Warren, is that you, baby? That was a short meeting!" He didn't answer aloud, but to himself he said, "Honey, I'm home." He walked out of the living room and down the hall toward the bedroom. He turned and entered the bathroom on his left. He flipped on the light, found the toilet, raised the lid, urinated and flushed. He opened the medicine cabinet above the sink and found a bottle of aftershave. He took off his gloves, slapped some of the scent onto his face, washed his hands, wiped his prints off of the bottle and replaced it in the cabinet, holding it in a piece of tissue paper. He closed the cabinet and turned off the light as he left the room. She called out again, "Oh, baby I'm so glad you're home early. Now we can have the whole night to ourselves, the whole night to suck and fuck. I'm so wet and ready for you, come and get me!" He walked into Her bedroom and stopped to take it all in. The head of the bed was to his left and Her posture was such that the sight which greeted his eyes was Her luscious ass. He waited there to allow himself to calm down. He wanted everything to go perfectly now, this new plan had no margin for error. It was most important that he make no vocal sound at all. When he had calmed himself he walked to the foot of the bed and stood in front of Her. There she was, naked and bound, ready for him to do as he would. Somebody up there REALLY liked him. He reached down and gently touched Her cheek. She twisted Her head and reached with Her tongue for his fingers. He let Her find them and she took them into Her mouth and sucked. "Oh, baby, I wanna make you so happy tonight. I love this pose, I'm so helpless, I can't wait for you to touch me." She was panting in Her desire to begin the festivities with Her husband. The watcher said nothing, content to stroke Her face and cup Her chin in his hands. He was with Her! She was fucking NAKED and TIED UP and he was standing in front of her. All he had to do to make this happen was to keep his mouth shut. "Talk to me baby," she begged. "Tell me what you want to do to me, I'm so wet I hope you wanna fuck my hot pussy." Answer came there none. He moved to Her right side so as to not block the view of the camera outside the window. He reached down and felt Her breast. She moaned softly as he fondled. It was exactly as he had imagined it, firm but not too firm, enough give in the texture to allow him to mold and shape the flesh with his hands. His fingertips strayed to Her nipple and she gasped. He tweaked and pinched for a while, relishing the little noises she made as he played with Her. His left hand then reached down and caressed Her ass. His penis was very hard now, he had Her in his hands, he was feeling Her tit and Her ass, she was naked and tied up and totally at his mercy and SHE THOUGHT HE WAS HER HUSBAND! As he felt Her up he thought about how his plan had changed. At first he was willing to perform a frontal assault, covering Her eyes so that she couldn't see him and then jumping in cock first to fuck Her. But how things had changed when he had seen Her bound in this position. She was blind and helpless, totally at the mercy of Her lover's whim. How quickly his mind had worked to maximize the potential of the changed situation. By entering the house boldly and by making himself appear to be Warren (that's why he had used the after shave!) he could induce Her to believe that Her husband had come back early and was eager to play. The only thing he had to do was keep silent; his voice would give him away in a heartbeat. What if she thought it was weird that Her hubby didn't speak? Well, he'd just have to deal with that if it came up. He kept up his tender ministrations as she made sweet little pleasure noises. "Oh, honey, you're so mysterious tonight. It's like you're some stranger come into my boudoir and using me to satisfy his lust', and she chuckled deep in Her throat. "I like it. You know how being helpless makes me so much hotter. Now pretending to being used by a man I don't know makes it even better. God, I'm so fucking wet. Eat me, baby, please eat me and make me feel so good." He let his hand drop down to the folds of Her labia. She shuddered as he touched Her there. She was wet, not just moist but wet. His fingers began tracing the contours of Her cunt lips while she encouraged him with little gasps and whispered comments. He let go of Her tit and looked at the clock: 8:32. He had some time yet, he saw. His new plan included a very special something and he needed to watch his time or his chance would slip by. But he had some time to spare, so he sat down on the bed beside Her and took off his shoes and socks. It wasn't the right time yet to get naked with Her, he was saving that for later, but he might as well get comfortable. Once he was barefoot he settled himself cross-legged behind Her. She arched Her back to give him a better view of Her sopping pussy, once again begged him to eat Her, and he dove in. This was something he had wanted for a long time, to taste Her honey pot and smell Her most precious aroma. Warren often spent a long time lapping Her cunt because she loved it and the watcher had always wanted to spend some time at it himself. She responded as soon as his lips touched Her box, a shudder and a quick "God, yes!" as he went to work. He worked very slowly and deliberately, teasing Her and bringing Her along in measured steps. She didn't know it but she was giving a total stranger the thrill of his life. She thought Warren was in the house and getting it done so she behaved like a sex-starved harlot, holding nothing back and urging Her lover to make Her come. The watcher savored every second of Her humiliation and played to Her desires, making Her more and more wanton as time passed. He blew softly on Her exposed lips, then ran his tongue around the outer edges of Her cunt. He used his fingers to spread Her open and licked up and down in Her snatch. She was digging it and letting him know how much. Gasping and moaning, she thrust Her hips at his face as he licked Her. He pulled back when she pushed Her cunt at him, teasing Her and causing Her to groan, "Don't stop, baby, God please don't stop. And don't talk, I am so into this, I'm so fucking into this I love it, I wanna be a whore for you, I wanna feel like you own me and you're using me. Do me like that, do me like you own me!" And he promised, silently, that he would. He kept eating Her for about fifteen minutes. He used his thumbs to open the hood over Her clitoris and sucked on the button as she groaned and gasped. He forced his tongue up into Her cunthole as his nose brushed Her asshole and he inhaled deeply of Her dirty scent. She loved it and went wild, shaking the bed frame as she struggled in Her bonds. He kept up the action, tongue plunging in and out of Her cunt while he rubbed Her clit with his finger. She came while he ate Her, uttering a long string of sounds like "Nnnnnnnnnggggggggg aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!" He stopped, she panted as Her head drooped in exhaustion. He knew from having watched Her in action that she was far from finished, that she was ready to carry on, that after taking an orgasm from him she wanted to give Her dear hubby (or his surrogate!) an orgasm of his own. He checked the clock - almost 9 PM. Perfect timing for the next phase of his revised plan. She was still in ecstasy, mouthing little endearments to him. "Oh, baby, I love how you do that. Made me cum so hard, can't see and it's so intense, I love it. I wanna suck you, give it to me baby, I wanna suck your cock." Which was exactly what the watcher had been expecting. He got off the bed and stood up. He stretched his back and neck. The next part of his fantasy was about to become reality. He stood next to Her and grabbed Her tits with both hands, squeezing and fondling. They were so fucking nice! "Don't tease me baby, come here and let me suck you. God, I need your cock in my mouth right now, I wanna take you all the way in, wanna swallow your whole cock, please baby, please feed me your cock." He stepped in front of Her, his crotch directly in front of Her face, but turned slightly so that his camera could see the action. He took a handful of Her hair and pushed Her face into the cloth of his pants and rubbed. She opened Her mouth and let Her lips run all over the fabric covering his loins. He had to be careful not to dislodge the blindfold as Her face brushed against his pants. She could feel his erection under his trousers and she put Her lips on its contour and kissed it. "Let me have it now, please lover, let me have your meat. Let me take it out, let me unzip you," she begged, so he reached down, lifted the little metal tab on his zipper and put it in between Her teeth. He turned his body to be sure the camera filmed Her as she struggled to unleash his trouser beast. He looked down in awe as she worked his fly open by yanking on his zipper with Her teeth. She did it, she never gave up even after losing Her grip on the tab a few times, she just kept coming back and trying harder until she had it fully unzipped. "Oh, yes, I can smell you now", she whispered. "I wanna taste you, please honey, please Warren baby, feed me your cock." The Librarian Ch. 04 The very same evening that Melanie peed her relief all over the children's books in the library, saw her find a new kind of Watersports fetish on the web. One particular site was devoted to pictures of women deliberately wetting themselves whilst still fully clothed. Melanie enjoyed her evening, imaging herself in the roles that the different model took on, desperately fantasying as to what the experience would be like. She was of course very tempted to try it there and then in her home but she had made herself a strict promise to leave her fetish at the door step and not risk vandalising her smart and tidy home. Her dreams that night were filled with the ideas she had received from the Internet. Initially she was on the bus travelling to work when for no reason what-so-ever, she started to piss in her smart business suit. Hot pee had immediately started to run down her long legs as her panties filled her hot wet pee. Her fellow passengers had started in alarm when trickles of running golden urine had escaped from the bottom of her trousers before starting to form growing puddles on the bus floor. Melanie's dream shifted and she next found herself squatting down in the middle of a public street before starting to fill her panties with her squirting, wet relief. Even in her dream she was amazed that passers-by ignored the mess she was making. A damp puddle had formed under the steady trickling stream of golden pee leaving the fabric of her skirt and dripping downwards. Melanie woke with a start. Immediately she was greeted with the urge to pee burning in her bladder. Shaking her head from side to side, her long brown strands brushing over her shoulders, she tried to dispel the images from her dreams. Flinging her bed sheets to one side she gazed downwards in expectant horror. Relief flooded her as she saw that her Nightshirt was still dry. She had thought for a moment that events in her dreams had been triggered by an accident in real life. Jumping up from the bed she clutched at her groin, legs crossed with the desperate urging coming from her bladder. The very thought of simply going to the bathroom to relief her pee was out of the question. Her hormones were racing with all the erotic thrills she had received that night, both from the web and from her nocturnal fantasies. Melanie did a little war dance on her carpet as she fought to hold back the urge inside her. The need to pee was so great now. It was at that very moment when Melanie got an incredibly naughty but very erotic idea. In the twilight flooding her room from the semi-shuttered windows, she could make out a pile of books lying in one corner. At that moment in time she couldn't care less if they were the most valuable books in the whole world, she simply needed to pee in a naughty manner. Seconds later and Melanie's Nightshirt was lying discarded on the floor. Now the only thing she was wearing as she rapidly spread out the books to form a large pile on the floor was her thin framed spectacles, which had quickly grabbed from the Dresser. Adopting a squat over the books with her legs spread leg and wide round bum cheeks hanging only inches over the pages of the open books, Melanie started her toilet. Immediately the room filled with a gentle pattering sound as from her pussy lips nestled in her triangular mass of pubic hairs, shot a thick jetting stream of hot piss. Her golden flow rained downwards forming a flowing arch in the air between her pussy lips and the books she had laid out. Already the papers were darkening and curling at the edges as they eagerly accepted her steaming hot urine. Melanie gasped at the sight of her pee squirting from her pussy hole and making an incredible mess over the library books she was squatting over. 'So much for my promise!' Melanie giggled. Naturally she was getting an immense thrill from her actions. Her nipples mounted on her perfect, small breasts were proud and erect, fuelled with her naughty passion. Staring between her legs she marvelled at just how wonderful her piss fountain looked whilst she squirted her pee out of her pussy. She wished now she had taken the time to set up her video camera to capture the moment so she could relive it time and time again. She already knew that she would be fingering herself to an incredible orgasm as soon as she had finished her leak over the library books. Although nowhere nearly as rewarding as naughtily peeing at work, this was still so simply incredible. Her hot pee shower was still jetting from her pussy with an incredible force. She really had been very desperate to go. The patter of her falling golden rain seemed so incredibly loud and for a fleeting moment she wondered if the sound would travel through the partly opened windows. It was a hot summer's night and the room would have stifling if she had taken the time to close them before commencing her piss over the books. Melanie giggled again. The idea of a passing stranger stopping in wonder at the soft sound of her peeing in her bedroom was simply to provocative. Whilst still enjoying her leak over the now thoroughly drenched library property, she fantasised about a stranger coming to her door in the middle of the night to enquire about the sounds. Melanie would then invite them in and show them the puddle of pee she had made in her room with her night-time slash, enjoying immensely their reaction. If it was a woman, Melanie wondered if she would like a go to. Melanie's fevered brain conjured up an image of a stunning blond squatting down over the library books she had just peed all over. This very same blond then started to take a piss of her own, showering the already urine soaked books with a new shower of hot pee. This time though the golden shower issued from the shaved pussy of this blond haired lady, whilst Melanie watched on with one finger hidden inside her moist pussy tunnel. Melanie's arch of flowing piss was beginning to wane as her fantasy started again in her head, This time it was a tall handsome male who had come knocking at her door. After seeing the evidence of Melanie's toilet on the books he would slowly undo his trouser fly before producing his large wide dick. Melanie imagined herself sinking to a submissive posture like she had seen on some the piss web sites, opening her mouth in readiness for his hot squirting stream. The last drops of Melanie's pee fell from her pussy crack and landed in the small puddle still sinking into the pages of the book placed directly under her wide, rounded buttocks. With disappointment her fantasy vanished replaced for the need to answer an even more pressing desire than her urge to pee had ever been. Collapsing to the carpet at the side of the piss soaked books, Melanie urgently started to pump away with two fingers inserted deep inside her love hole. Her orgasm flooded over her almost immediately, such had been the fuel of her passion created by her midnight pee. Her soft moans rose momentarily to a crescendo as she came whilst ecstasy racked her brain as her world exploded in bliss. Now the only sound in the room was her panting breaths as she fought for air once again. A wonderful state of euphoria was filling in both her body and soul such had been the power of her orgasm. Finally she managed to drag her sweat stained body back to bed where she immediately collapsed into a deep and fitful slumber free from the torment of more piss fantasies. The next morning Melanie woke to the calls of birds and the sound of light traffic coming from the street outside her partly opened windows. She lay awake staring at the ceiling for some time trying to recall why she felt so incredibly calm and at peace with the world. Memory of her nightly deed slowly flooded back to her and with a start she sat upright in bed and stared over to the side where she had carried out her naughty deed. Surely enough there were the books laid strewn in a large pile over the floor. Even from the bed she could clearly see the yellow stains marking the pages where her urine stream had played all over them as she had enjoyed her pee in the night. Part of her was horrified at what she had done. How could such a normal, quite girl like herself have possibly carried out such a deed? The memories of the images from the web came flooding back and she could feel her cheeks reddening as she remembered her dreams and then the fantasy she had made in her head at the very same time she was still taking a leak all over her Library books. Melanie climbed out of bed and wandered over to the books. At the very back of her mind was a tempting voice urging her to even now, squat down over the books and relieve her morning pee all over their already urine soaked pages. 'What possible difference would it make?' the voice asked. Melanie shook he head trying to dispel the images. Squatting down she hurriedly started to close the books and started to stack the offending items in a growing pile. Once finished she hurried to the bathroom. She was still naked, her Nightshirt still on the bedroom floor where it had been left when she gone to pee over the waiting pages of the Library books. Being naked, even if just in her own house, was making Melanie once again very horny. Entering the bathroom she stuck her head inside the shower cubicle and set it to start running. Whilst waiting for the water to warm, Melanie stared at the toilet. The lid was closed, almost as if to say 'out of use'. She did need to pee, her bladder's usual supply of morning piss eager to be released. With a shake of her pretty head, Melanie dismissed the idea of using the toilet to have her pee. Instead she opened the shower cubicle door and stepped inside. Deliciously hot water started to flow over her naked flesh as she entered the stream pouring down from the shower head above. The warm wet embrace moved around her body, running over her tits and between her legs just as she then started to pee. Immediately her pussy hole started to emit a new stream of heavily yellowed urine, flowing fast from her lower lips to join with the shower water pouring into the drain below. Peeing in the shower was something Melanie had never dared do before. She had always been too prim and proper even at school when the other girls had been so blatant about it. Images from her youth flooded through Melanie's brain as she continued to pee. As the golden stream squirted away from her triangular shaped muff and mixed with the shower water, she recalled the sight of seeing the other girls openly peeing in their cubicles. One girl in particular had been very naughty, deliberately squirting her piss out of the shower so that her flowing fountain of urine had pattered over the tiled floor lining the gap between the cubicles. At the time Melanie had been horrified and disgusted at the sight. Now, peeing in the privacy of her own shower cubicle, Melanie thought it was a wonderful idea. Once she had finished her early morning pee, Melanie enjoyed the rest of her shower. It was then time to dress and grab breakfast before making ready for work. Butterflies were dancing as she made her way down the road and towards the bus stop. For some reason the dream she had the night before about peeing in her panties during the ride to work, had come flooding back to haunt her. When the bus finally arrived, Melanie darted to the back seat and plonked her wide firm buttocks down on the seat. This was completely unlike her dream where she had been standing in the aisle. If nothing else that day, Melanie had no intention of allowing her secret fetish to become public knowledge. This was not say that she didn't intend to wet her panties that day. In fact that was quite the opposite. The only difference being was that Melanie had a very definite setting in mind for the act she had every intention of carrying out later that day. The Librarian Ch. 04 The watcher needed no further urging. Glancing at the clock he saw the time was 9 PM exactly. He had planned this next phase to be so very exciting, so very evil and devious, and his plan was falling into place perfectly. He was about to get a blowjob from the Librarian, and she was about to get a big surprise. He stepped back from Her head and undressed. Letting his clothes fall in a heap he reached down into his backpack and took out the towel he had intended to use to cover Her face. He stepped back up to Her, laid the towel on the carpet at the foot of the bed and held his hard dick in his left fist, once again moving to allow his camera to see the action. His penis was bigger than Warren's, 8" long and proportionally thick. He was circumcised as was Warren and he was betting that in Her delirious passion and blindness the Librarian wouldn't notice that she had a new cock in Her mouth. He could only wait and see. He guided his prick onto Her face, brushing the head against Her cheek and leaving a thin trail of precum in its wake. She responded eagerly by twisting Her head sideways as she tried to take the dick into Her mouth. He pulled it away and she opened Her mouth and stuck out Her tongue like a dog begging for a treat. She grunted, "uh, uh, uh" in supplication, enticing him to put it in Her mouth. He let his cock head touch Her tongue as he squeezed the shaft and forced a drop of precum onto Her taste organ. She quickly closed Her lips around the proffered bone and started to suck. He let go of his penis, leaned back a bit and looked down in wonder as she commenced Her fellatory performance. She was an outstanding cocksucker. He had often marveled at Her dedication and Her attention to detail when he watched Her suck Warren's dick and now he was enjoying Her talent not as an audience member (no pun intended) but as a participant. She gave great head. She started at the dick head by taking it into Her mouth and running Her tongue all over it. Swirling Her tongue found and caressing every pleasure spot she could find. Her excessive zeal sometimes caused Her to lose track of the adored object and the dick would pop out of Her mouth (remember, she was giving a no-hands blowjob) and every time it did she would open wide and wait for him to stuff it back in again. He took a handful of Her hair and guided Her actions by pulling gently in the direction he wanted Her to move. He pulled Her head back and off of his meat, then he pulled down and towards him to let Her know it was time to lick his balls, and she obliged him. He had Her suck his nut sack for a few minutes and then pulled Her hair back and up while he steadied his pecker with his other hand. Refocusing Her attention upon the purple helmeted love warrior he had Her start sucking more of him into Her mouth. He pulled Her head away from his cock and then back toward his cock again; she took the hint and began bobbing Her head up and down on his shaft. She hummed as she did and he felt a warm glow of pleasure building in his dick. He let Her work for a good long while and she was up to the task. She was so excited by being tied up that she made an extra special effort to give oral satisfaction to Her man. At one point after she had let his cock slip out of Her mouth she said, "My god, Warren, you seem so big tonight. Are you as hot as I am? Do you like seeing your whore wife tied up and sucking your cock, does it make you swell bigger than ever?" Her answer was a dick pushed into Her mouth. The watcher glanced at the clock; 9:23 PM. Time to do it, he thought to himself as he grabbed Her head in both hands and thrust his hips forward. She was caught off-guard and he was able to get a lot of dick into Her throat before she reacted. She gagged and Her body went rigid as he tried to push his whole cock down Her throat. She made such lovely choking noises, he thought, as she tried to swallow his boner. But she was game and she opened Her mouth wide and forced Her tongue out allowing his meat an easier way down Her throat. He pulled Her head toward him and she swallowed, bringing most of his cock into Her mouth. He held Her there as she moved Her tongue in and out, lustily massaging his member. He had to stay quiet, for if he spoke now she would realize that he wasn't Warren and that would ruin his fun. He made a supreme effort to remain silent and let Her do Her oral best, but it was a very difficult struggle. He really, really wanted to tell Her how good it felt! He held Her head in place for a while as she made low "gug, gug, gug" noises and shook in Her bonds. Her hands were twisting in place, fingers flexing as she fought against the restraints. Her cheeks puffed out as Her lips distended to accomodate his dick. Drool started to drip from Her mouth, slide down his shaft and onto his balls. He pushed in a little bit harder. Then he pulled out, fast, and she gasped while the spit ran out and made a long rope of spittle hanging from Her chin. He took his cock in hand and rubbed it on Her face as she moaned, "Oh yeah, baby, yeah treat me like a whore, fuck my face, make me swallow it all, no mercy, you bastard, no mercy for your slut!" So he rammed it back in again and she took it. He pumped his cock in and out of Her mouth as if he was humping a pussy hole. She stayed with him all the way, holding Her mouth open, giving him every opportunity to bang Her throat. As he pumped he looked over at the clock; 9:35. He grabbed Her hair in both hands and pulled hard. She gagged again, arched her back and struggled to keep from vomiting as she worked to let his swollen dick all the way in. Her feet, clad in those so sexy pumps, pounded a rhythm on the mattress; the bed frame creaked as she squirmed in Her lust. He pulled out again, she drew in a deep breath, drool slid out of Her mouth and fell onto the towel below Her head. One more time, he thought, one more push and she's gonna take my whole cock down Her throat. The phone rang and adrenalin rushed into his bloodstream. His heart pounded in his chest - this is it! This part of his revised plan was, he felt, the most evil piece of lechery he had ever imagined. He pulled Her head toward him and shoved his dick down Her throat. A second ring from the phone and he was almost there, only about a half inch of his meat was still visible outside of Her lips. She thrust Her tongue out as far as it could go and swallowed hard, pulling him into Her. He pushed again and watched Her lips encircle the very base of his cock. He was there! A third ring from the phone and the watcher held Her head in place, bottomed out on his dick. He started pumping, long strokes in and out, and she took it like a pro, his rigid pole sliding all the way out and then all the way down. On the fourth ring he rammed it in as forcefully as he could, she made a great choking sound and pushed toward him, Her nose flattened against his stomach. And that's when the answering machine picked up. As Vicki's recorded voice filled the room the watcher ground Her face into his crotch. Just a few more seconds and he could finally speak. The recorded message ended, the machine beeped, and the Librarian heard Warren say, "Hi, baby. We just took a break and I wanted to say hello. Can't wait to get home to you. I gotta go back to the meeting. Hope you're enjoying yourself. Bye." She was freaking out. She finally realized that she wasn't with Her husband! She had a stranger's dick in Her mouth! She was bucking like a mustang as she desperately tried to pull Herself away from Her assailant. The watcher held Her firmly in place, keeping his meat buried in Her face. "You sure love sucking my cock, don't you?" he said and began pumping furiously. He had to make sure that he didn't pull out too far because he didn't want to give Her any chance to move Her head away. He was going for the gold now, he was getting ready to cum in Her throat. "Oh, yeah, bitch, take the meat, take it! God, how you begged! You begged me to stuff this cock down your throat! Take it, take it slut. I love to feel your drool on my balls, oh yeah. Yeah, make those choke sounds, let me hear you suck my cock." She was gagging now as she tried to expel him from Her mouth. Wrenching in Her restraints she twisted and pulled, all in vain. She was bound in place, totally unable to move away from the love muscle in Her face. He rammed it home, as deeply as he could, grabbing Her hair and holding Her in place for Her face fuck. "That's it, slut, that's it, so good, so fucking good, yeah, been watching you for so long, staring at your hot fucking body, wanting to fuck you for so long, oh yeah that's it!" He felt the little click at the base of his cock that told him he was getting ready to cum. He furiously increased his pace now, knowing that in a few seconds he was going to feed Her his load. Wham! His wad burst out into Her throat. She screamed as she felt him pulse, a muffled scream that made his spurting cock head tingle even more. He did his own bit of vocalization, throwing back his head and bellowing as he spunked again and again in Her mouth. Eyes screwed shut he blew his seed deep down Her throat, his throat soar from his primal roar. Just before he finished he pulled out. She gasped loudly, fighting to draw breath. He grabbed his dick and pumped a last spray into Her gaping mouth. She shook Her head and retched in Her attempt to rid Her throat of his semen. He stood there, applauded, and laughed. "Yeah! Holy shit, babe! Now that is how it's done! God damn, you love to suck my cock." When she could control Herself she started yelling. "Get out! Get out of my house you son of a bitch! Get out! I hate you! I want you out of here" and a lot of other stuff like that. He wasn't really listening. He reached down and picked up the towel in his left hand. With his right hand he grabbed a fistful of Her hair and yanked Her head up and back, Her throat arched toward him. "Shut up!", he said, and as she started to yell again he stuffed a corner of the towel into Her open mouth. She tried to twist Her head away but he held it firmly in place and crammed in some more towel. Soon she was efficiently gagged, the towel hanging from Her face like a terrycloth beard. He took a step back and sat on the floor. "Well, that was fun." He looked at Her, the object of his lust for so many weeks and months, now truly his for all time. He had a movie of Her sucking his dick and he would have it forever. She was crying now, weeping, eyes flowing with tears behind the blindfold. She emitted little muted sobs and Her body shook with the humiliation and fear that gripped Her. He felt a slight remorse, but it soon passed. He was alone with a gorgeous naked woman who just happened to be tied to a bed, and he intended to make the most of his opportunity. He stood and walked to the bedroom closet. This is where Warren and Vicki stored all of their toys and tapes and the watcher poked around the closet to see what he might find. In a briefcase on the floor he found their toys; in a plastic case behind Her shoes were their homemade sex tapes. He took one of the tapes at random and, returning to his backpack he stowed the tape away. Then he put his gloves on and went looking through Her dresser drawers. He found Her panties and bras and selected a matching set of black lacy garments. Those, too, he put in his pack as mementoes of his very special evening. But the evening wasn't over. She was only slightly calmer now, still shaking with terror but no longer sobbing. He looked at the clock and noted that he still had at least an hour before Warren's Council meeting would be finished. Plenty of time remaining for the final phase of his plan. He took off his gloves and sat an the bed next to Her; she shied violently as his hand touched Her bare back. He spoke to Her in a low, calm voice, telling Her how lovely she was, how sexy she was, how he had been in lust with Her ever since he had seen Her in the library. He didn't mention his peeping activities or the fact that he had been secretly filming Her; those were his secrets and he intended to keep them secret. She was in no way calmed or reassured by his soothing tones; for all she knew she was in the grip of a madman, helpless and unable to defend Herself. He explained the situation to Her, at least the situation as he saw it. "What's done is done. You're not hurt and I don't intend to hurt you. I just needed to put my dick in you because you're so damn hot. Warren doesn't have to know about this, right? I mean, there's no chance you could get pregnant from what we did, and I'm healthy and clean so you won't catch any disease, so why tell him? Do you want to admit to your husband that you sucked off a stranger in your own bedroom? I don't think so. Are you gonna tell the cops about this? Do you think Warren wants the cops to come here looking for evidence? They'll look everywhere and they'll find your private movies and your little plastic toys and your cuffs and shit like that. Do you want that kind of embarrassment? I don't think so. I'd say it's best for you to keep this a very private secret between you and me. Or, if you go to the cops, and if by some chance they connect me to this and I get arrested, I'll sell copies of one of your homemade porno tapes. Yeah, I took one of your naughty movies, I found them in your closet. So if you want to try and find me and get me charged with something, just remember that if I get popped for this, you get to have your ass shown to any pervert with twenty bucks, because I'll sell your movie on the internet. Maybe I'll include your name, address and phone number along with the film. Would you like that? So think about it." She was sobbing again. He didn't care. Sitting next to Her nude form was making him hot, seeing Her helpless was too much for him to take. He reached in and played with Her tits as she shrieked into Her gag. He leaned over and gently bit the back of Her neck as he pinched Her nipples. Time for the last phase of his plan. He was getting hard again and he knew just what to do about that. He stood up and walked to the foot of the bed. He took Her by the hair and rubbed his dick on Her cheek. "Check it out, Vicki, I'm hard. I gotta cum one more time before I leave, so how about it? Wanna blow me again?" She shook Her head trying to pull away from his erection. "What's the matter, baby? Twenty minutes ago you were begging me to cram it down your throat, now you don't want it? Oh, I get it! You want me to fuck you!" She screamed again, Her mouth full of cloth. Her arms and legs shook as she made another futile attempt to break free of the bonds into which Warren had put Her. The watcher reached into his pack, took out an item and climbed onto the bed behind Her. Here I am, he thought. Paradise is right there in front of me. His penis was fully erect again and he rubbed it against Her cunt lips. "Is this what you want now, Vicki?" he asked. "I gotta think the answer is no, the way your shaking and yelling. So nod if I'm correct and if you don't want me to put my dick in your pussy." She nodded vigorously, head bobbing up and down. "Okay," he said "I won't do it. I swear, I won't. But I've got this raging hardon that needs some relief, so what am I supposed to do? You don't want to suck it, you don't want it in your pussy, so what am I supposed to do? Hey, I know! How about this..." and he touched the head of his dick to Her asshole. She reacted violently, throwing all Her weight against Her bonds. He laughed and grabbed Her ass with both hands. "Oh, yeah, baby, you're gonna get in the cornhole tonight! I've been watching your hot caboose for a long time and now Mr. Johnson gets to take a long hard ride on the Hershey Highway!" He was possesed by his lust to fuck Her ass. All his weeks of watching Her, all the times he had jerked off thinking about ramming his hard cock up Her ass, all of his darkest dreams were about to become reality. Warren had never done it, she had always denied him his chance. Tonight Her anal virginity would be ripped from Her by a man she didn't even know. The watcher trembled with passion as he stared down at Her round, firm ass. He opened the tube of Astroglide he had taken from his bag. Squeezing some onto his fingers he applied it to Her balloon knot as she tried to pull away. He pushed a finger into Her ass to spread the lube and she shrieked again. She was sobbing and sobbing, Her body racked by the violence of Her grief. "Relax, baby", he urged Her. "Lots of girls really like this. I know I'm gonna like it, so just relax and let it happen." With Her butt ready to accept a customer he knelt directly behind Her and started to ease himself in. She wasn't about to allow him to do this and she kept moving Her ass around to try and keep him out. He stayed with Her until he finally wore Her out and, exhausted from Her horrible ordeal, she stopped struggling. Seeing that she was still he grabbed his dick just below the head and pushed it home. It took him a while to work his entire cock inside, but it was worth the wait. He knew she was an anal virgin, he had heard Her tell Warren she would never do this, that it was disgusting. But now here she was, all tied up with a load of the watcher's cum in Her stomach and his dick in Her ass. He went to work with a will, stroking in and out with a determination to fully enjoy his conquest. Once he was completely inserted he rose up from his knees and put his feet flat on the bed, bringing his ass up high and pumping downwards into Her. Pity I can't bring the camera around to get a better angle, he thought. He had his hands on Her hips as he fucked, his eyes devouring the sight of his cock disappearing into Her ass. "You know, Vicki," he said, "the second wad of the night takes a lot longer than the first one, so you're in for a long, hard fuck. No mercy, baby, no fucking mercy!" He rode Her and pounded Her and pumped his dick in and out for a long time. Sweat poured off of his body from the excitement and the exertion. When he felt himself getting near to cumming he would slow his speed and let himself calm down, then renew his anal assault. She never gave up Her struggle but continued to thrash and pull on Her bonds, formless sounds coming from Her towel-stuffed mouth. He loved every minute of it. This was his fantasy come true; it could only have been better if she had begged him to fuck Her. Her ass was so tight it almost felt like a fist grabbing at his cock. Over and over he rammed down into Her shit chute, saying the most vile things he could think of as he degraded Her. "Yeah baby, yeah get this thing in your ass. C'mon, squeeze me, squeeze me with your asshole, you're so fucking tight my God you're so fucking tight. Gonna tell Warren about this, huh? Gonna tell him that after you sucked my dick and swallowed my cum you took it up the ass from me, huh? Gonna tell him? Want me to stop and set up your camera so you can have a movie of me raping your ass? Shit, you're tight! And after Warren comes home he's gonna jump right in and fuck your hot pussy, isn't he? Special night for you, taking a cumshot in all three holes. Every man who looks at you wants to be where I am right now, you know that? The way your ass wiggles when you walk it makes every man hard, makes every man want to ram his meat into your hot little shitter and pound away. But I'm first, I'm the one who popped your ass cherry, and you'll never forget me. Every time you see some guy checking out your ass you're gonna think of me and my big hard dick shoved up your ass!" He lasted a good long time but finally he had to cum. With a bellow he blasted his spooge into Her ass, pumping hard as he came, and then collapsed onto the bed. He was soaked with sweat, his breathing was labored, his dick pulsed with feeling. She hung limp within Her restraints, sobbing. He let himself drift for a bit, then gathered his wits and stood up. He dressed, packed up his things into the back pack and checked the room. He wanted to leave it just as it was when he came in, he couldn't afford any mistakes now. Satisfied that he had covered his tracks he took the towel from Her mouth. Her head hung limp, she made no noise. He wiped the tears from Her face then looked at Her ass. Some cum was leaking from Her hole and he wiped it off. It was 10:57 PM when he was ready to leave. The Librarian Ch. 04 "Well, I guess this is good-bye. Warren will be home soon wanting some hot sex. Hope you two have a good time", he said. "I'll be seeing you around. You won't know who I am, but I'll know who you are. And who knows? Maybe we'll play again sometime," and he gave Her tits a final fondle as he left. He walked out through the front door and used his picks to lock it. He walked around to the bedroom window very quietly and picked up his camera and tripod. Never looking back, he walked away into the trees. The Librarian Ch. 05 Melanie's trip to work was a nervous one. This was mainly due to the contents of the large sports bag she was keeping between her feet. Slowly the bus wound its way through the various streets that led to the Library where she worked. By the time Melanie reached her stop, the butterflies in her stomach were making her desperate for a pee. Alighting from the bus, she immediately fought the urge to cross her legs. Instead she bit her lip and marched hurriedly towards the grey imposing building in front of her. Just staring at the large double doors that were still closed to the general public made Melanie recall the night she had carried a sneaky piss in the enclosure that housed the tall wooden structures. This memory did not help her current situation and for a brief moment she felt a warm wet feeling growing around her pussy lips as she carried out a quick pee in her underwear. The sensation of urinating in her panties, albeit very quickly, was a massive turn-on. Her pointed nipples did a wonderful job of revealing her current frame of mind as they poked outwards through the thin fabric of her summer dress. She was so incredibly tempted to simply rush into the Library and find a suitable spot in one of the darkened alleyways between the bookshelves. Once in her secret location, surrounded by ancient tomes of forgotten knowledge, she would squat down after discarding her panties. With her wide bum cheeks hovering only inches from the dusty floor tiles, Melanie would then release her golden spray. In her mind she had no trouble imaging what her toilet would feel like as she squirted her morning piss all over the place. Her hot yellow urine would squirt strongly out of her pee flaps, jetting forth from the hidden hole in her pussy. Once she was up to full strength she might even attempt to stand and direct her flowing piss fountain up and down the rolls of shelving. The very idea of pissing once again over the books at her place of work was such a deeply sexual thrill! Back in reality, away from the mental image of peeing in work, Melanie stopped dead in her tracks. Did she really want to risk another naughty pee over the Library floor? It was one thing to take a piss after hours when there was plenty of time to clean up afterwards, but peeing first thing before opening the doors? Melanie shook her pretty head from side to side. The motion caused her small framed glasses to slip down her nose so she quickly re-seated them. No! She had a much idea in mind now. As casually as possible, Melanie took a good look around her. There were people milling about but they were all intent on going about their business. Already a small queue was forming as members of the public gathered by the Library doors. A quick glance at the watch on her slender left wrist revealed the time. At 8:50am, she still had a good few minutes before she needed to clock into work. The opportunity was simply too good to miss. The butterflies were back in Melanie's stomach as she set off again. This time her path strayed. The large Library building was surrounded by a wide grassy area of manicured lawns. Around to one side was the children's play area where Melanie liked to enjoy her lunch whilst watching the kids at play in the sun. All around were park benches designed to allow the weary public to sit down and rest with plenty of opportunity to watch the world go by. At this time of day, most of the benches were empty apart from an elderly gentleman sitting off to the left. Reaching a fork in the path, Melanie hurriedly switched to the right hand trail. Another couple of paces and she had reached an empty park bench. Not wanting to waste any time she quickly deposited her sports bag at one end of the bench and walked down to the other. A quick look around revealed that nobody was taking any special interest in her activities. With trembling fingers Melanie reached for the hem of her summer dress. With one deft movement she sat down, backwards onto the bench whilst at the same time ensuring that the back of her dress stayed away from her legs and bum. The cold chill of the metal and wood composition of the chair seat nearly made her loose control of her bladder there and then. With a whimper of self restraint Melanie held back. Taking a deep breath to try and calm her nerves, she looked around. Meanwhile under her dress, there was nothing now between her brown curly haired pussy and her wide bum cheeks apart from the white cotton fabric of her small panties. The coast was still clear so Melanie slowly spread her legs open. From a distance she looked the picture of innocence, just a pretty woman enjoyed a seat in the warm morning sun. However Melanie's subsequent actions were anything but innocent. Between her legs and under the safety screen of her white summer outfit, a sudden damp stain appeared in the centre of her panties. Immediately this damp stain started to grow, radiating outwards from the initial point and racing towards the creamy flesh of Melanie's thighs. On the other side of her underwear, Melanie's pussy was squirting out a thick squirting stream of incredibly hot piss. Her pee hole was open wide allowing her relief to gush uncontrollably into her rapidly dampening panties. Her relief had now saturated the cotton material beyond the point of no return. From the centre of the stain in her once white panties was now issuing a thick golden stream of flowing piss. With its power stolen by the passage through Melanie's cotton underwear, the resulting stream fell almost immediately downwards without any forwards momentum. Below the bench and Melanie's parked posterior, a flowing stream of golden rain was proceeding to fall downwards, causing a growing wet puddle to grow on the ground below. Only the slightest sound reached Melanie's ears as she continued her toilet on the park bench. The soft pattering sound of her spent piss landing on the earth was simply just another buzz to the incredible sensation she was currently experiencing. It had been many years since Melanie, as a child, had peed in her underwear. On that occasion it had been one born of desperation resulting in humiliation as her friends witnessed the entire event. Now, the sensation was simply mind-stunningly orgasmic; deliberately peeing into her panties as a grown adult, whilst sitting in an open place surrounded by the general public! The delicious warmth of her piss circulating around her matted curly pubic hairs inside her panties was nothing compared to the thrill of actually feeling her piss squirting out her pee hole. She could sense her wet stream flowing around her lower private parts, covering her flesh with its warm dampness. Under her bum and between the deep groove between her cheeks, she could feel her pee pooling as she continued squirting for all she was worth. She knew her panties would be worthless by the time she had finished her leak but that was little concern to her now. In fact it was taking all her restraint not to caresses the roundness of her firm tits as she continuing peeing for all she was worth into the now damp sodden mess that had been her underwear. When Melanie had set off that morning she had little idea that she would actually be peeing in her clothing so soon. She had been thinking about it whilst on the bus, but the contents of her sports bag had been a bigger factor in her fantasies. Recalling her bag, Melanie took a quick glance towards it. Naturally it was still there, sat upon the wooden and metal seat waiting for her to reclaim it after finishing her pee. For a fleeting moment Melanie wondered desperately what would happen if a thief was to run up now, grab her bag and flee. What would he possibly feel when he opened it up afterwards and looked inside? The flowing warmth between her legs was slowly beginning to dwindle. With a deep sigh of both pleasure and disappointment Melanie finished her piss. Once done, she reached under her dress and fumbled with her wet, urine sodden panties. They didn't want to leave the contours of her private parts and it was quite a struggle to free them loose enough to slide down her long slender legs. With a full wet splat, her panties fell to the ground. Standing up Melanie took an excited whirl around, coming to stare at the mess she had made with her recent pee. In front of her now, the remains of her underwear were a yellow piss sodden mess on the ground. Only scant inches behind them, her pee puddle was a large damp stain on the earth. To Melanie this represented possibly one of the horniest things she had ever seen. She desperately wanted to finger herself and bring on the guaranteed thundering orgasm she knew would be waiting for her. Her naughty toilet had been an incredibly turn-on, both with peeing in public and also peeing for the first time as an adult, directly into her panties. Suddenly the first bell chime of the 9am clock called out across the Library grounds. She was late for work! For a moment her mind whirled as she wondered what she should do with the evidence of her naughty toilet that she had carried out through the slats in the park bench. Realising that time was against she made the only choice she could. Fleeing the scene of her recent pee, she ran towards the now open doors of the Library. Under the bench lay her piss stained panties and the cooling puddle of female pee, testament to her deeds for the next passing stranger to discover. Reaching her destination, she quickly excused her way past the queue of people entering the building and rushed inside. Immediately the cool of the interior washed over her making her realise just how flushed she become. One of her colleagues gave her a disgusted stare from behind the high counter that faced the open doors. Melanie looked away, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. The sports bag she had reclaimed and which now hung off her right shoulder suddenly felt like it weighed a ton. She prayed no one would give it any attention whilst she hurried to the Ladies toilets to secure it in her locker. As the steel door closed she gave a deep sigh of relief. Moving over to the sink she stared at her image in the mirror. There was no visible evidence to ever indicate as to what had just had transpired on the park bench. Her dress was knee length and did a good job of hiding the fact she was now panty-less. It was almost as if her sneaky pee into her panties had never taken place! Almost as if to convince herself that it really had occurred Melanie slowly raised the front of her dress. Her reflection mirrored her actions, slowly revealing more and more of the creamy flesh of her legs and thighs as the dress ascended. Finally her pussy came into sight, the deep grove of her lower lips just visible through her wiry tangle of muff fur. Simply staring at her exposed muff in the mirror was just too much for Melanie. She simply had to have one last little pee before starting work. Gingerly she moved up to the edge of the sink bowl in front of her, coming to stand on tip toes so that the base of her hairy muff cleared the rim. It was then a delicious thrill to then send a quick little squirt of honey coloured urine from out of her pussy hole and into the bowl. Melanie gasped with delight as her piss stream trickled down the white ceramic and disappeared down the plug hole. She desperately wanted to have a full piss into the sink bowl enjoying every second of squirting her yellow pee around the bowl. There was something simply so evocative about the deed that always gave Melanie such a massive turn-on. It seemed incredibly unfair that she was not yet ready to carry out another pee. Suddenly Melanie came to her senses. Here she was, stood with her dress lifted up to her waist, her hairy pussy on full display and a sink bowl containing her spent piss. Her hands were shaking again both with the very real possibility of discovery and the memory of what had just transpired. The tap handles offered no resistance and seconds later her yellow pee stains vanished from view under a deluge of water. With her dress once again back in place and her private parts safely hidden from sight, Melanie decided it was finally time she turned her attention to her work. If nothing else, there were still the contents of her sports bag and all that it entailed, to look forward to. With this in mind and a happy and contented smile on her face, Melanie left the Ladies toilets and went to start her work.