Fucking the Librarian with a Broom - Sex Stories

Fucking the Librarian with a Broom

... She paused, still breathing heavily, looking down in puzzled. Her tits were dangling saggy and long above my face, her eyes looked even bigger in surprise behind her glasses. "Are you serious?" she asked. "Piss on me," I repeated. "Let's see what a dirty cunt you really are." She nodded, and squatted a little until her puffy labia opened above me, showing a glimpse of her rosy wet cunt hole. The stick was still firmly and deep up her ass, and many times that makes it harder to pee at all, unless it presses on the right spot and the bladder is full enough. It took Novella a long time to overcome her embarrassment and relax enough to follow my orders, but finally, thin streams began to run down the sides of her legs, until a thin, warm, yellow stream hit me on my tits. That was when the door opened. A young woman stood in the door. She was about twenty years old, approximately Novella's size but thinner, with long, straight black hair and a pale complexion. She was dressed in a cleaner's work coat which designated her as part of the cleaning crew that must take care of the library after it closes. "I'm sorry," she said after she stared at us for a while, her slight accent made me think she must be from an eastern-european country, probably Romania. Novella looked like a deer in the headlights, while I regained my composure quickly. "It's alright," I said, grinning. "It just seems that this dirty fucking cow has made quite a mess and it needs to be cleaned pronto." She looked at ...

... me dumbfounded and so I took advantage that most people will just do whatever they're being told. "Come in and close the door," I said in a demanding tone. She stepped in and closed the door behind her, instinctively locking it. Novella looked down on the ground, avoiding her eyes, her face red from shame. She stood on her toes, the mop still firmly in the grip of her anus. I smiled at the girl. "Looks like you need to use your tongue to mop the floor," I said, "since my friend has grown very attached to your cleaning tools." She showed no reaction and so I got up on my feet, my wet dress clinging tightly to my tits as I stepped right in front of her. "Are you deaf?" I hissed into her face. "Get down on the floor, subito!" She backed away slightly, stammering something like: "B-b-b-but I don't... I don't want... I'm not..." I just grabbed her by her long hair and pulled her down harshly until she staggered and ended up, almost falling, on all fours on the floor. I thumped her nose in the puddle of piss that had formed under Novella. "There," I said. "Isn't that your job?" She whimpered when I turned her head to look at me. "Oh don't be a baby," I said annoyed. "Go ahead, first you got to clean up the librarian's leaking cunt." And with that I pushed her head between Novella's legs, until her face rubbed against her sopping wet crotch and thighs. Either out of fear or obedience, she began to lick, carefully, along the thick pubic mound and inside her slit. As she was kneeling ...