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A taste for woman and authority
Library by P.D.© 2002-2003
Marcus Havershaw was sitting in a meeting on the fourth floor of the Federal Library. A meeting had been called to decide who was to be its new Deputy Director. Marcus was to be proposed for the position. He sat back, whilst discussion on other matters was exchanged across the boardroom table and although to be here was what he had strived for years to achieve, he felt increasingly detached from the process. His thoughts instead turned to his invocation into the world of libraries, and the route that had taken him to this meeting.
From an early age Marcus had developed a taste for women and order, which is why he now believed he had chosen to become a librarian.
As a child he had spent many a happy hour arranging and rearranging his bedroom bookshelf. First his slim collection of juvenalia had been arranged in author order, then by subject and for fun once even by spine colour. This fascination with the arrangement of books, rather than their contents, coupled with the fact that all the librarians he had seen were women, and women that seemed to be attentive to the needs of good-looking boys such as he, had convinced him that librarianship was the correct career path.
His decision was confirmed by his first sexual experience, which took place at his local public library. Miss Burgess then a young newly trained librarian was what is still considered to be the perfect stereotype of a librarian. She was quiet, bespectacled and wore nice woollen cardigans and pleated skirts. Kept her hair in a bun and was seemingly permanently single. To Marcus she was perfection. Miss Burgess had one other benefit; she was short, though not as short as he. Whenever possible he would ask her to get down books from the top shelf that he could not reach, and she could not reach without going onto a moveable ladder. ‘Are you sure it's the Wittgenstein you want?’ she would ask, ‘oh yes, that grey one’ he would reply, as he espied the cut of her leg as it ran its shapely course up to the hem of her skirt where it dissappeared.
Soon every day after school he could be seen loping into the library. He would first check the new books display, which he knew was a pointless exercise as it only ever changed every 3 months. He would then flip casually through a newspaper. After distractedly reading for a short time he would sidle over to the librarian on duty and watch them at work, until that is, they would get sick of him staring and find something for him to do.
It was whilst he was sitting down one day, gluing the cover back on a careworn perfect bind copy of the Naked Lunch that he saw that a bottle of ink used to replenish the stamp pads had spilt, and was now slowly dripping onto Miss Burgess’ skirt and then running down onto her stockings. Fascinated, he kept silent watch as the ink spread. Finally noticing the growing wetness on her leg, ‘Bugger!’ exclaimed Miss Burgess. Amusing Marcus, as it was the first time he had heard her utter anything even resembling an oath. Forgetting Marcus’s silent presence, and as they were out of the public eye in the back workroom, Miss Burgess quickly lifted up her skirt and pulled down her stockings. Marcus watched enraptured as the skirt went up and the stockings came down. He saw a glimpse of her belly, her white knickers, and her pale pink thighs. Unbelieving, Marcus concentrated on memorising it. The white knickers; he crystalised the image into his brain as a keepsake. Every detail, the imprint onto the thin cotton fabric of her fulsome bush of pubic hair. Her thighs how they curved up wide from her knees, before diminishing either side of those fabulous knickers.
Having been privy to the sight of that white triangle of material and what it hid but also emphasized, it kept him coming into the library. Now he had seen it he never wanted to leave in case he might miss an opportunity to see it again. Now that he had become a fixture, to be obliging, he continued to do little jobs, eventually becoming a junior assistant. His tasks were to stamp the books out and reshelf them when they came back in. In the process he learnt the basic library skills. He learnt Melvil Dewey’s Decimal System for arrangement, the use of the Library of Congress’s Subject Headings to give subject access and all other manner of library arcania.
The time finally came when Marcus was old enough to go off to university to undertake his formal library studies. Before leaving he called in to see Miss Burgess for what he thought would probably be the last time. Over the years they had grown close, though never physically close enough for Marcus. Miss Burgess for her part knew of Marcus’s desire for her and as he was now leaving, she felt emboldened and free to give him want he wanted, and what she had recently also come to want. As Marcus sat down beside her and told her of his plans, he noticed that she was paying more attention to him than to what he was saying, and to what she was doing which was searching Lexis-Nexis. Her close-eyed attention to him caused a firm and growing movement in Marcus’s trousers. A movement that seemed to bring Miss Burgess to even fuller attention. Marcus, still talking to her and staring intently at the computer screen, pretended not to know what was going on, but concentrated on his desire so that his cock started to stretch down his leg making an obvious display. Miss Burgess excited by the movement, almost forgot that it belonged to Marcus and put her hand out to touch it as though it were a separate and quite charming animal. Marcus offered to undo his trousers so that she might get a better look. Miss Burgess nodded without looking away from the bulge and kept her eyes on it as it came out of Marcus's clothes. Once it was out Marcus sat up on the computer desk to give Ms Burgess a better view. She took his cock in her hand and slowly rubbed it up and down, pulling back the foreskin and pushing it back again, until she had seen enough and took it into her mouth. She put it in thoughtfully, tasted it, seemed to find it pleasant and then began to gorge on it. With her hand rubbing at the helm of it, she stuffed the head in and out of her mouth quickly and forcefully, trying to get him to cum as quickly as possible. Marcus watched, almost as an unseen extra, as his cock was plunged in and out of Miss Burgess's wide-open mouth, up until the moment Patricia Calder their senior librarian came through the door. Marcus pulled out just as he was coming and shot his cum onto Miss Burgess's face the bulk of it splashing white onto her pink glasses, rendering her incapable of seeing. Patricia for her part momentarily speechless by the display of coitus by her staff, was rendered further dumbfounded by the size of Marcus's cock which was still standing proudly erect and swaying slightly from his sudden turn about to face her.
Miss Burgess not realising that they were no longer alone was fruitlessly stretching up her tongue to gather up the cum on her face which was also now dripping of her glasses. Taking off her bespattered glasses to lick them, she dimly saw Patricia and quickly ducked down behind the desk. Marcus casually and with a smile nearly as big as his cock, put it away and did up his trousers. Patricia her gaze now broken by the disappearance of the hypnotic flesh re-gathered herself and left the room.
Marcus smiled at the memory, and brought himself back to attention and to the issue at hand in the meeting, namely his rival – Desmond, the only other person suitable for the vacant position.
Marcus knew he had the advantage of Desmond, because he knew that what Desmond really wanted was his fat cock. Marcus seeing Desmond, get up from his chair, presumably to go the toilet, followed him. Marcus came up to him at the urinal. He had prepared his cock with a little tug before he went in. He stood next to Desmond and pulled it out. It was only slightly engorged but it hung loosely and fat and the stream of piss coming out made it appear bigger. Marcus could see that Desmond was hooked. ‘Say please and you can have it,’ he said. Desmond considered for a second then turned and muttered a low ‘please’. Marcus pulled tight at the base of his cock to stop the flow of urine and let Desmond get down on his knees before releasing the pressure and letting his yellow stream cascade into his open mouth. Desmond gasped and gagged and quickly began to desperately pull on his own cock. Marcus's piss soon ran out and he let Desmond lick the last drops off its source. Desmond came with a low groan onto the floor. Marcus stepped aside the little white puddle and went back into the meeting. Desmond soon followed but he had lost the will to fight, and nominated Marcus for the position. Marcus accepted the deputy Director ship with an embarrassed smile and a humble silent mouthed 'thank you’
When the news of the crash of the airplane carrying Serena Goodchild the Director of the Library to the IFLA conference in Paris, reached Marcus, he entered her adjoining office, stepped over to her now ex-bookshelf tidied the books, looked out of the window to survey his empire and pushed a button on the desk. ‘Fiona’, he said, ‘could you find me a Miss Burgess.’