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A taste for woman and authority

Library by P.D.© 2002-2003

Library part 2 by P.D.© 2002-2003

Librarians are most concerned these days not with books but with new media and new ways of delivering information to their users. They are replacing the print materials they have so studiously collected with full text databases, by the Internet, by electronic resources in a myriad of different formats.

I see things differently, for although I recognise the great boon that is technology. I am not convinced, because you see; I like to fuck print materials. And although one can masturbate to the Internet, and god knows we all do that. I am yet to see how you can physically fuck electronic resources. Even Brewster Kahle's Internet Archive with its Terabytes of the Internet permanently archived cannot be humped. The largest collection of electronic materials would still just be large reels of tape. There is no sex in it, unlike print materials; which to me just smell of sex.

Luckily I have a library full of print paper materials and unlimited late night access to them.

For I love to wander among the miles of shelf space in the underground stacks of my library. Late at night when there is generally no one else around.

Except for this one night.

I went over to my normal perusing area of Dewey around 778 - 779 where we kept our periodicals with the LC subject heading 'photography of the nude' I stood there scanning for any news titles. My cock was already getting larger, as it always did down here among the quiet shelves. I pulled out a copy of Big ones and looked at the big titted ladies therein. I found the picture that would do it for me, and placed the open magazine on the top shelf. I pulled my pants down to release my cock and balls and get the lovely feel of the cold air on my bare ass. I put my feet on the lowest shelf, and my hands up, grasping onto the highest, so that I was spreadeagled against the shelving. I forced my cock between two magazines that were held tightly in place by all the other works on the middle shelf, and with my face up against the big tit picture I humped the shelves. The tightness of the space for my cock caused it to further enlarge and thus make the space still smaller. The glossy finish of the magazine covers prevented chaffing as I pressed my cock in and out, faster and faster.

I was always alert to not spreading spunk on the materials and pulled out just in time before cumming and to see someone peering down the long row of shelves. I stepped down and faced the woman standing there, my proudly erect cock still pumping out cum onto the concrete floor. She looked at my cock and the cum, then blushing she turned and walked away. I was concerned at her disturbance but again was also still proud of my cock; which must have looked huge to her. I always liked my cock to make a good impression whatever the circumstances. And although I as a librarian did not present well in this situation, my cock had still looked its best.

I presumed she worked down here, and as I was rarely made aware of new staff, particularly the casuals, she did not know who I was and I she. I gambled on the fact that the low light would make her unsure of my description and so pulled my pants up and went back upstairs, not catching another glimpse of her as I did so.

The next morning, to gauge whether any damage had been done, I asked my assistant to arrange with the Stack manager for a meet and greet with all new staff. And there she was. I recognised her, but it seemed she didn't me. Although I bet she would know me if she could catch sight of my cock again. That settled, I gave them all a hearty talk about how important they were to the organization, and left them with a cheery "You've all done very well."

Just a few days later and whilst I'm fucking the shelves again, the minx was back. But this time she had been lying in wait. For as I'm fucking, the books and periodicals move aside and there she is mouth open trying to catch my thrusting cock. I let her have it, as at least coming in her mouth would mean I could keep going without damaging the stock.

She drank it up when I spent, and then left with the rejoinder "I knew it was you." Strange I thought, but then probably not as strange as me, as I stood there my arse to the elements and my glistening spent cock resting on a dusty shelf.

While I am happy to admit that my personal peccadillo is different to most librarians. Librarians still are amongst the gods of love. Philip Larkin the poet and librarian was wont to have extra curricular relations with his female staff, whilst not perusing his collection of 'jazz' magazines. Although I draw the line usually at my own staff, I am always keen to make special friends with colleagues from further afield.

One such evening I was hosting a reception for a meeting of IFLA librarians from around the world plus representatives from UNESCO. I had my eye on a large lipped, solidly built blonde librarian from Russia called E. and a Palestinian academic named N. who was attempting to get funding for the building of a Palestinian National Library comprising parts of the Bir Zeit University and the Al-Ansari library's collections. N. had a large but well-hidden bosom and big brown almond shaped eyes made even sexier by copious amounts of kohl. I tried to manoeuvre myself into chatting with these two in turn. I placed my hands on them as much as possible to gauge their reaction to a manly touch. I decided that E. was probably the best chance and invited her for a tour into the stacks with me. I took her down to my favourite place and seemingly innocently pulled a copy of Jugs from the shelf. "Do you have works such as this in your library?" I asked showing her a beautifully glossy picture of a woman with lovely big brown tits and a wide-open pink pussy. She took the magazine glanced through it and said, "no in Russia we do not think this material is worth keeping, we have too many good books and not enough money for things such as this." "A pity" I said "if all the ladies are as beautiful as you, your magazines must be well worth keeping." She smiled at me and I placed a hand on her chest, which she intentionally ignored. Keeping my eyes to hers I moved closer and we kissed. E. pointedly chose to continue to not notice my attentions, but looking behind her I saw that N. had certainly noticed as she stood watching me. I realised that she had followed me down and might therefore be better game. I said "sorry" to the Russian, and walked away from her towards N.

N. looked at me curiously as I approached, but I took her arm and continued walking quickly away, pulling her along with me. "Thank goodness I saw you" I said, "that Russian woman would not take no for an answer!" She smiled at me like she knew I lied, but liked the fact that I could be bothered to try. I pulled her further down different passageways that she would be lost in, until we reached the cold room where we kept our most fragile and rare books. The room was dark and cavernous, and the smell was cold and old. The smell of ancient works preserved in tomb-like storage. I said "the cold will do us good" and moved to pull my trousers down; I was desperate to get her to see my cock before she had a chance to demur at my approach. After my hero Walter, diarist of My secret life [c1890], I believed that once a lady had seen your cock you had a very great chance of getting her to fuck it. I stood there now with a look of shyness and innocence on my face, but my cock proved me a liar as it stood big and ready for her. She looked from my face which said pity poor me and my cock that said, fuck me. She gave a hmmph sound and pulled up her dress. She had big brown thighs and a very hairy bush. I moved towards her and put my hand on it. I slid my hand through the mass of warm wiry fur and between her pink folds and felt her wetness. Stepping back I said, "we must do this properly", and took all my clothes off. She evidently liked the look of my pale body for she had such a dirty look on her that it shocked me with its lewdness. "You dirty girl" I minced, as she too started to strip. Undressed she was a beautifully exotic sight. She had big-rounded breasts with huge erect purple-brown nipples that stood out about a full inch. Her arms were strong and firm, her belly rounded and below it her lovely spread of hair. Her armpits were also fully covered. I stood against her and felt around her. One hand up her pussy, the other on her breasts and down feeling around her soft hips and round to her big arse. I then gently pushed down on her shoulders and she went down onto her knees and took my cock in her mouth. From a nearby shelf I pulled out a copy of an 18th C book of erotic pen drawings and while she suckled me I leafed through, pointing out particularly interesting pictures at random. Once I was good and wet. I asked her to go down on all fours and played with her dark hairy ass until it was ready for me slip my cock in. She had the book in front of her now, and seemingly she got off on books too for with her head thrust into the book, she was sniffing it with evident enjoyment whilst I fucked her. Her fat brown rump was fantastic, her muscles tight but willing and the smell of her wet pussy and randy arse were incredibly strong. Knowing that we had a smoke detection system that could detect the slightest whiff of smoke, and considering her overpowering musk, I wondered whether we were going to be hosed down by the sprinklers during our congress. As it was by the end of our endeavours we had had the effect of raising the temperature in the room enough for a small bleeping to start. Decoupling at this sound we dressed ready to confront the technician who I knew would eventually come. When I was finished dressing I bowed and thanked her for her time, and with a smile said, "you may rest assured that this Library and my Government will do all in its power to assist you in the creation of your library."

To support libraries abroad is a joy and when such a convincing case is made for international cooperation who could refuse.

Libraries and librarians at home also always need a little support especially from borrowers. So if you are able, remember there is often a warm welcome to be had amongst the shelves of your local library with a warm librarian on a cold winters night.