The Librarian Pays the Fine

***DISCLAIMER***

This story is about two consenting adults engaging in sexual acts in which they both agree to do. These acts are described in explicit detail. Please remember that if you choose to read further.

Also, there are two fantasy sequences the main female character has that have sexual overtones. Please remember they her fantasies she is having.

Now on with the story!

***END DISCLAIMER***

"Alena, do you have a minute?"

Alena puzzled over the stack of books she found on the floor in the back part of the library.

"They weren't there ten minutes ago," she thought to herself. "The last patron checked out a half hour ago, and Kate hasn't left her office. I wonder how they got here."

She bent to pick them up when she hard a voice from behind her. "Bend over farther so I can see the full curves of your delicious ass." It was a deep male voice, sounding as if it were practically behind her.

Alena immediately stood up. "You didn't have to stand up so quickly," the voice said, now directly behind her, and almost with a tone of disappointment. "I wanted to drink in more of your curvaceous booty."

"You shouldn't be saying those things," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

"Why?" he asked. "You're no innocent princess. In fact, you're the biggest cock tease the village has seen in the last ten years."

"No," she said, "I'm nothing of the kind."

"Yes, you most certainly are." He was right behind her now, speaking softly in her ear. "You wear the tightest blouses you can find to show off every little curve of your plump body." His arms slipped around her waist as he spoke to her.

"And you always keep the top three buttons of your blouse undone," he continued. "You love showing off your huge tits to everyone. You even give us a glance of that sexy black lace bra you wear." His hands were now up, grasping and kneading her breasts. "You don't know how often I've dreamed of fucking your tits with my hard cock. I jerked off last night just thinking of it."

"Please," she softly begged. Her breath was rapid and short. "Please don't say these things."

"And your ass," he said, as one of his hands left her breast and grabbed her ass-cheek. "I just want to bury my face in your ass and eat you for days. I bet you're wearing a thong right now to show your ass off more, aren't you?"

"No," she denied. "I.. I ne... never wear a..." Her voice faded. She wasn't wearing a thong on this particular day, but he didn't know it.

"I'll find out, so bend over," he said.

"Why... what?"

"So I can fuck you. You need to be fucked and you know I'm right. Admit it!"

"No, I... I... you can't. Not here."

"Yes, here," he said has he pushed her down so she was on the top of the stack of books. "I'm going to fuck you long and hard, the way you need to be fucked. I'm going to fuck you like a dog and have you howling like one when I make you cum all over my cock!"

"No, please don't," she begged. She could feel herself blushing. She was a "screamer" as some like to call it, especially when she had an orgasm. If he did fuck her here and she came... "God," she thought, "everyone in the village would hear and know."

She heard him undoing his pants, heard the zipper go down, pulling them down. Then his shorts. "Now let's see that horny pussy of yours," he said as he grabbed at her skirt...

"ALENA!"

Alena Vazquez slammed the book she was holding closed. The voice of Kate Paine, head librarian of the Willardsburg Village Library, brought her back to reality.

"Damn," Alena thought to herself. "I need to quit daydreaming like that."

"What has your head in the clouds today Alena?" Kate asked as she came up beside her, glancing at the closed book in Alena's hands.

"Daydreaming is an understatement," Alena thought to herself. "I can't let my mind wander thinking of things like that, even if I had just read about it last night." She shook her head slightly, clearing the last vestiges of eroticism from her mind.

"Little Women?" continued Kate, as she discerned the book title from the cover. "Imagining yourself as Meg?" she asked.

"Jo," Alena said. It wasn't quite true. It was another book she had on her mind. She was imagining herself in a story she had read the night before from a collection of erotic short stories she had purchased online, one of several collections she had bought for herself, and which she discretely placed out of sight when company would come by, which wasn't very often. She was surprised the story was still so vivid in her mind, but the fact that it took place in a library may have had something to do with it.

"Well, read later," Kate said. "We have a tiny matter you and I have to clean up."

A year ago, Alena had never even heard of Willardsburg, much less knew that one of the smallest villages (it was too small to be considered a "town") in New England had its own library. Now she was an assistant librarian at the tiny library. A chance encounter with an old college friend who had heard of a job opening here because her husband's parents lived in the next town over. A couple interviews and a thorough background check resulted in the job offer which she quickly accepted.

Not that she wanted to work in a small village that most people never heard of, or would miss if they blinked when driving by on the state route that went through the tiny burg's center, especially after just turning age 50 and divorced for three years. It was getting laid off from her previous job as librarian at a library just outside of Boston that dropped her back into the job market. Librarian jobs weren't plentiful at the time, so she couldn't be choosy. So here she was in the bustling center of Willardsburg, working for less than half the pay she had been getting, and using part of that to rent a small mobile home just outside the village limits. But, it was a start, and she wasn't going to go down without a fight.

"So what's the matter that needs cleaning up?" Alena asked as they both walked into Kate's office. It was small, like most things in Willardsburg, but since Kate was the senior librarian, she was entitled to it, and its lack of space didn't seem to bother her at all.

"Here," Kate said, handing her a paper receipt.

Alena took and looked at it, sliding her glasses down her nose slightly so she could see it clearer. Among other things, she was extremely near-sighted, a fact betrayed by her thick glasses. Still, they didn't take away from her overall appearance. She wasn't an unattractive woman, even at age 50. Her longish black hair accentuated her looks, especially since there was no trace of gray (yet) in it. She was more than plump as she imagined herself in her earlier fantasy but her full breasts were no fantasy, plus with a nicely, if extra-padded ass and thick thighs, she could be a MILF-lover's dream.

Emphasis on the word "could." In the small world of Willardsburg, men of any sort were in short supply. They were either older social security recipients or much too young for her tastes. And any other men she encountered that were more to her liking were already happily married off with families of their own.

"I remember this," Alena said in regards to the receipt. "This was for the overdue book fine for... " She paused as she adjusted the paper so she could focus her eyes on it. "For 'Roman History from a First Century Perspective. Twelve days overdue at a dollar a day from..." She paused again to refocus her eyes. "Received from Isaac Foxworthy. Marked as paid in full." She then handed the receipt back to Kate.

"When was the last time you had your eyes examined?" Kate asked as she took the receipt.

"I don't remember exactly," Alena said. "Two years, maybe three. Because I'm blessed with such a unique prescription for my eyes, I never qualify for all those bargains they tell you about on the television ads. So these things set me back a small fortune even with insurance. So what's the matter with the receipt?"

"Just a suggestion," she replied. "And the matter with the receipt was that the book wasn't overdue. It had been returned a day early as a matter of fact."

"Returned? No, it can't be. I always double-check the log and it wasn't listed. It wasn't entered onto the log until the day before I mailed out the late notice."

"I think Sally missed it and didn't catch it, then finally logged it before she went back to college," Kate said. Sally was one of the library's volunteers who helped out over the Summer. Alena liked her though she did at times think she was a bit of a scatterbrain. Now her suspicions had been confirmed.

It also brought up the antiquated process the library used to manage its records, which was all by paper. Alena had asked about why the Willardsburg Library hadn't computerized their record keeping. Kate explained it was all a matter of money. Being a tiny institution with not much traffic, there was barely enough funds to pay their salaries and purchase new books. And the specialized software they would need wasn't inexpensive.

"If he returned the book," Alena said, "why on Earth did he pay the fine? I even deposited the check."

"Because he's a bit absent-minded," was Kate's answer. "He's a super-smart man. Used to teach history at some university out on the west coast before moving back here with his wife."

"Why would he move back here of all places?"

"Because he owns over half of Willardsburg. Been in his family for years."

"Now you're just playing with me," Alena said. "How could he own half the town?"

"Because he can trace his ancestry back to "Old Man Willard," Kate answered.

Even Alena was familiar with "Old Man Willard", as she had heard discussions about him at the library. Known as Noah Willard, he was a former soldier in the American Revolutionary War who after the war came here and settled down to start farming. Successful at it, he bought up several tracts of the surrounding land, eventually founding the village which bore his name.

"So he owns half of everything," Alena said. "That's pretty crazy."

"Well, he does," Kate said. "I think he even owns the mobile home you live in,"

"Now you're bullshitting me," she said. "No way he owns it."

"He most certainly does. Check one of your rent receipts sometime."

Alena grabbed her purse which she kept in Kate's office when they were working. Rummaging through it, she pulled out a piece of paper.

"I just sent my payment off," she said. "And I paid it to..." She paused to focus on the receipt. "To Sunshine Rentals. And I mailed it to a town in Pennsylvania, which is nowhere near Willardsburg."

"It may surprise you to know that Sunshine Rentals is one of his companies," Kate said. "My daughter rents an apartment from him. Even though she pays her rent online, it's still goes to Sunshine Rentals."

"So I suppose running this company and maybe others makes him absent minded?" Alena asked?

"In part," Kate answered. "That, and he has the responsibilities of being mayor that times up some of his time."

"Mayor?" Alena asked. "Mayor of what?"

Kate laughed. "Mayor of Willardsburg, silly, where else?'

"Here? We have a mayor?" Alena asked.

"Of course we have a mayor, silly," Kate laughed as she patted Alena's arm. "You need to get your nose out of your books for a few minutes and look at the world around you."

"I have," she replied, "and most of the time I don't like it. Reading gives me the escape I need."

"Being a big reader is great, especially for the line of work we're in. Just leave a little space for real life now and then."

"Okay. But back to the mayor with not-overdue book, if you'll write out a check for him, I can drop it off at the post office."

"I already wrote the check, but there's no need to mail it to him. I already called him about it and he'll be by later this evening to pick it up."

"He's coming here? Tonight? Why is he coming here?"

"He told me he had some business to attend to, and he'd be by afterwards. Just apologize to him, hand him the check, and that'll be it."

"Wait," Alena said. "Why do I have to apologize? And why do I have to hand him the check?"

"Because," Kate said, "he won't be by until around closing time at 8:00, maybe a little after, and I won't be here."

"It's a Friday," Alena replied. "You're always here on Friday nights. Why won't you be here tonight?"

"I asked you over a month ago to cover for me tonight, don't you remember?" she said. "Me and Hubby are going out for dinner, kind of a late anniversary thing. And you agreed to cover for me. Don't tell me you forgot?"

"I..." Alena looked back in her mind. She vaguely remembered a conversation, something about an anniversary dinner date that would happen sometime. "Is that really tonight?" she asked.

"Yes, it's tonight," she replied. "And I've reminded you every week since, and as I recall, you told me you had me covered each time."

"Why does it have to be tonight," Alena moaned. "Couldn't you call him back, have him pick it up tomorrow?"

"It was his idea to come tonight since he'd be so close," Kate said. "I'm not going to call him to try and change his mind. Look, he'll be in here five minutes, tops, if that. If he's a couple minutes late, I told him to rap on the doors. Just let him in, give him the check and he'll be on his merry way. It's really simple. Besides, the worst he can do is fire you."

Alena's eyes went wide and her mouth dropped.

"F-f-f-fire... m-m-me?" she stammered. "N-n-no, I... I... "

Kate laughed and clasped one of Alena's hands in here. "I'm kidding," she said in a loud voice, looking her in the eye. "God, Alena, you really have to lighten up. Unwad your panties and relax. He's not going to fire you."

"B-b-but... but... the fine... I... he's th-th-the... m-m-mayor..." she managed to spit out, still unable to stop stammering, her breath coming out short.

"So he's the mayor and has influence. He's also one of the library's biggest donors. He'd have to go through the board to do that. He's not going to can your ass over this. Besides, I'll give him a piece of my mind if he even thinks about doing some shit like that to you."

"Also," she continued, "don't let him tell you to keep the check in exchange for you giving him a blowjob!"

Alena's mouth went wide open. "A... a... what? I'd... I'd never... "

Kate burst out laughing, so hard she had to sit in the chair at her desk. "God, Alena," she said between gales of laughter, "You're expression was priceless!"

Alena started to get angry. "I'm glad you found humor in all of this. Some friend you are!"

Still laughing, Kate said, "Of course I'm your friend and you're a wonderful woman, but if you have one fault, it's that you keep yourself too tightly wound."

"I'm plenty unwound," Alena protested.

"At home, yes. But just because we're here working doesn't mean you can't loosen up once in a while. That doesn't mean I want you to do a weekly pole dance for the patrons, but we can laugh and joke about things.

"Look, you and I are employed in a profession that we deeply love. There's nothing wrong with having some fun as long as it doesn't annoy the people who come in here."

"I'll try," Alena said. "I guess annoying people is something I try to avoid."

"As long as you try is the important thing. And if you get too annoying I'll let you know. So remember, no pole dancing and definitely no blow jobs."

Alena chuckled. "Well, I don't have the body for the former and I'm sure Mr. Foxworthy's wife would object if I offered him the latter."

"That won't be happening," Kate said, taking a more serious tone. "His wife died a few years. Rather sad, as they were such a great couple and she was a charmer for sure."

"I'm so sorry to hear that. What happened to her?"

"Heart attack. She dropped dead one morning. I heard it was so massive they think she was dead before she hit the ground."

"Wow!" Alena said. "I guess you never know."

"Yeah," replied Kate. "She was on the big, about your size, and a few years older. You have a similar build that she had. Her skin was much paler than yours and she was a blonde with blue eyes, but there are some similarities between the two of you. But not that I nag much about it but you really have to watch your weight more. I don't want you dropping dead on me."

"It's my Mexican heritage," she said. "All the women in my family are big. My sisters, my mother and aunts. We're all cursed to be fat."

"Well, at least try to be a little more active. Take a walk on your lunch breaks instead of holing up someplace with a book. You can do that at home. And if you must read on your lunch, audio books are a Godsend."

"I'll think about it. In the meantime, I'll avoid the subject of blowjobs altogether. And I won't offer a pole dance or even a lap dance for that matter."

"It's funny you should say that," Kate chuckled.

"What?"

"I think it's why I brought up the whole thing about the blowjob. Mind you, these were rumors, but there was always talk about the Foxworthy's being a rather kinky couple."

"Now you're really bullshitting me!"

"No joke and no bullshit. Of course it was just talk and whispers, at the diner and whatnot. A couple people said they were into bondage games, even the whole dom/sub thing. Some others swear they were into swinging. I don't even know if that's a thing anymore, but that's what I heard."

"Sounds like more talk than anything."

"Maybe so. Then there was the one..."

"What?"

"Well, one guy, said he was walking by their home in the middle of the night some years ago. Apparently his car had broken down and he had to walk home. When he went by their house, he swears he heard a woman's voice, howling like a dog in heat, screaming 'FUCK ME! OH, PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER! HARDER!"

"Now that's bullshit. Got to be."

"Maybe so, but he swore it wasn't. Anyways, just don't worry about it. When he comes, just give him a quick apology, hand him the check, and then you're off for the night."

Alena shook her head. "I guess if I have to."

"Yes, you have to," Kate replied. "Trust me, you'll do fine."

"As long as he doesn't can my ass."

"He won't, okay? It was just a joke, and I'm sorry for putting the thought into your head."

************

Alena looked at the clock on the wall. 6:11pm was the time. Kate had left about fifteen minutes earlier. "You'll be fine," Kate had again reassured her.

"Damn it," Alena thought to herself. "I know she was joking, but... if he's as kinky as Kate says he is, or was... what if he says I have to suck his cock in order to keep my job! It took me long enough trouble finding this position. I'm getting too old to switch out jobs again."

Alena looked around from the library's main desk where she stood. No one was here, and there hadn't been in almost an hour. Friday's were slow; people found other activities to spend their time on that didn't include checking out books.

She continued to think. "It's like that other story I read from the same collection, it was a couple nights ago. In it, a woman was called into her boss' office where she...

Alena knocked on her boss' door, which was open. "You wanted to see me?"

Her boss, a man of about 40, seated at his desk said, "Yes, come on in, Alena, and close the door behind you."

She entered the office, and closed the door. As she did so, he motioned for her to sit down in a chair in front of his desk.

As she settled into the chair, he said, "I won't beat around the bush, Alena. The company has to make some budget cuts and that includes eliminating some positions, one of them being yours."

For a moment, she didn't know what to say. "Are... are you saying I'm... I'm being fired?"

"I don't want to let you go. You've been a great asset to the company these past few months and the review your manager has said nothing but great things about you and your work ethic. Unfortunately, with the situation, you being the last hired and all, we have to work from the bottom up."

"Oh, please, you just can't," she pleaded. "I'll do anything. I'll work harder. I'll take a pay cut. Work weekends. Please, can't you do anything for me?"

He stood up from his desk. "I've run the numbers a dozen time," he said. He looked out the window for a moment and then turned back towards her. "Believe me, if I could find a way, I'd keep you in a heartbeat. As I said, you're a big asset to the company... to me... and, um... your assets are very important to me"

He said this as she caught him staring hat her breasts, of which a sizable portion were on display, having several buttons undone on her blouse. She had undone them in the restroom as she was fixing up her appearance before the meeting, and forgot to button them back up. Maybe her subconscious made her forget?

Realizing he'd been staring at her ample bosom longer than he should have, his eyes went back up to hers. "Oh, yes," he said. "Now where was I?"

"My assets to the company, and to you." she answered.

"Yes, yes," he said. "Your big assets are such a wonderful thing... I mean, uh... you're a big asset, and that's a wonderful thing."

Alena could see him begin to blush. She had suspected he had his eyes on her, and was pretty sure she caught him once staring at her supple ass when she was bent over in front of a filing cabinet a week earlier. She stood up and walked up to him.

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do? I would love to continue being a big asset to the company. And with the proper... uh, handling, you can make my... uh... assets a more important thing to the company... and to you."

"Uh, maybe I, um... maybe I can," he managed to spit out as he was again staring at her large breasts which were only inches from him. "Maybe... maybe I can tighten the budget in a few other places, uh, cut a couple more... more non-essential purchases. They can wait to the, uh, the next quarter."

She smiled at him. "I'd be so grateful," she said. "So grateful, that I think an arrangement between my, uh... assets, and um..." She paused as she reached down and grasped at his groin, feeling the swollen outline of his member within, causing him to gasp.

"Yes," she continued, "my assets would love to meet up with your... uh, big asset, if that will be a sufficient arrangement?"

"Um, yes," he managed to get out while she continued to rub his ever-growing erection. "I would love that meeting. Let me... uh... call personnel and, uh... and rescind the termination process on your.. uh, position."

"I would be forever grateful to you for that," she said. "And while you do that, maybe I can suggest a few positions you and I can explore together. I shouldn't tell you this, but my absolute favorite is..."

RING

The telephone brought Alena back to Earth. Answering it, it was someone wanting to know what time they opened in the morning. Telling them the library would open at 9:00am Saturday morning, the caller thanked her and hung up.

"Why couldn't that have been Mr. Mayor saying he'd come in tomorrow instead," Alena thought to herself.

She looked at the clock; it read 7:35pm. "Damn it," she thought. "I've been wasting time fantasizing about nothing. I've got work to do, to get this place straightened up for tomorrow.

It was exactly 8:00pm when she finished up the last of her duties. She went to the door and opened it, looking either way. No one was there.

"Maybe he won't come," she thought as she locked the door. Going back to the office, she double-checked the returns that had been received. She had finished the list when she heard a light knocking. It was from the front door.

"He's here," she thought. "Fuck! What am I going to do? Alena's irrational side asked.

"You're going to let him in the door," Alena's rational side answered.

"But he's going to fire me," irrational Alena said.

"No, he's not. Kate said he wouldn't," rational Alena replied.

"I'm going to have to suck his cock to keep my job," irrational Alena countered.

"He's not going to make you suck his cock. Don't be ridiculous" rational Alena said.

"Ridiculous?" asked irrational Alena. "He's the one into that kinky dom/sub shit. Maybe he wants to throatfuck me or give me a throatpie or something."

"Now you're just being stupid," rational Alena said. "Who said anything about throatfucking and throatpies. That's what you get for reading all those erotic stories."

"Well, you like them, too," irrational Alena said.

"But I don't let it enter normal conversation," rational Alena said. At that moment, there was a second round of knocking.

"Look," her rational side continued. "Just let him in, give him the goddamn check and let's get out of here. I think we've both had enough of this place today."

Alena sighed. "I guess I'm right," she thought. "On both my sides."

She walked out of the office and to the door. When she opened the door, there stood a man, maybe 60 or so. Alena stood 5'10", tall for her family, but this man was much taller, maybe 6'3" or 4". He had brown hair with traces of gray, falling a little longer than she thought it should, but there wasn't a local barber so perhaps that was his excuse. She imagined he was quite the lady killer in his youth and even in his older appearance she could see where he would attract women of his age, older and younger.

He was the first to speak. "Hello, I'm Isaac Foxworthy. Kate said you'd be expecting me. You must be Alena... I'm sorry, Kate told me your last name but I forgot it, please forgive me."

"Vazquez," Alena said. "And, uh.. I'm the, uh.. I'm the one who ask for forgiveness. I mean, uh... I... I... you having to make a... a special trip to, uh... come here."

"Damn it," Alena thought to herself. Stop stammering. I'm acting like in the principal's office at school or something, so calm down already."

"It's no trouble and it wasn't a special trip," he said. "I was just down the street finishing up some business, so it was actually very convenient. I'm just sorry I made you wait after the library closed. I'm sure you're anxious to get home."

"Anxious isn't the word," she thought. "More like desperate."

"Won't you come in?" Alena finally said. "I'll get you your check and we can both go home together."

"Fuck!" she suddenly thought. "Did I just tell him we can go home together?" Looking at him, she could see a somewhat surprised expression on his face. "Think quick Alena, think quick."

"I mean," she said quickly, "Together, we can go home... uh, separately to... um, our separate homes... separately."

He smiled. "I think I get the gist of it," he said as he came through the door, which Alena then locked behind him.

"I'll be right back with your check," she said as she went into Kate's office.

"That's fine," he replied.

Once in the office, Alena began to silently chastise herself. "You fucking moron," she thought. "He must think I'm an idiot, talking like I'm a three-year old. I'll be lucky if he doesn't get me fired."

She went to Kate's desk, where the check was, located in the top drawer. Alena pulled on the drawer and it wouldn't move.

"That's right," she thought. "Kate locked it. Smart of her. Stupid me would have left it out. Now where's the key? That's right, in my purse."

Alena looked through her purse. "Where the hell did I put the key?" she thought. She kept rummaging through the bag without success. "I don't need this added stress now, not now." She picked her purse up, flipped it upside down, letting the contents to spill out onto the top of Kate's desk.

Sorting through the assorted items that she would squeeze into her purse on a regular basis, she finally spotted and grabbed the key. "There you are you little motherfucker," she thought. "Let's open the drawer and get this over with."

She slipped the key into the lock and turned it and heard the tell tail click of the lock. She pulled the drawer, which started to come out, and then it stopped after only an inch of it came out.

"What now, you piece of shit?" she thought. Pushing the drawer back in, she pulled again, only getting an inch's worth of it to open. "Como on, not now," she said softly under her breath. I need you to open, now!"

On the fourth try, it still wouldn't open. "I don't need this shit," she thought. "I've got to get you open." Grabbing hold of the drawer with both hands, and planting her foot against the desk, she pulled with her hands while simultaneously pushing with her foot. For a second, nothing happened. Then, without warning, the drawer suddenly came loose and pulled out rapidly from the desk. Alena went back into the wall a few steps, while the drawer fell from her hands, and landed on the floor, scattering its contents.

"Shit!" she yelled as the drawer landed with a loud crash.

"Are you okay?" came the voice of Mr. Foxworthy.

"Yes, yes," Alena replied. "Just a slight delay, is all. I'll be right out."

Alena bent down onto the floor and lifted up the drawer, which had somehow managed to land on the floor with its top face down.

"Just my fucking luck," she thought. "What more can happen?" She lifted up the drawer and sifted through the spilled contents. She didn't see the check.

"Don't do this to me,"she said to no one. "I saw Kate put the check in here. It's got to be here." Looking around frantically, she finally spotted it. It had drifted under the desk. She stuck her head under the desk, reached slowly and carefully picked up the check. "I don't want to wrinkle or tear it," she thought. "I've fucked things up enough tonight. No need to make things worse. She then lifted her head up to get out, but having not crawled out far enough, her head made solid contact with the desk, making a very loud thud.

"FUCK!" she yelled as pain went through her head from hitting it. "Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

Mr. Foxworthy quickly came into the office after hearing the thud. "Are you all right?" he asked, finding Alena sitting on the floor, holding her head.

He again said, "Are you all right?"

Alena looked up at him. "Oh, hello," she said. She held out the check to him. "Here you go, please don't fire me."

He took the check from her. "Wait," he said, "What did you say?"

"Please don't fire me. I don't want to be fired." Her head still throbbed from hitting it, but the pain was slowly starting to subside, barely aware of what she was telling him.

"I can't fire you," he said. "The board would have to do that, and I certainly wouldn't recommend that."

"You wouldn't?"

"Of course not. Here, let's get you up." He held out his hand, which he took, and without much trouble, pulled her up to her feet.

"Now why would anyone want to fire you anyways?"

"Well, I messed up your late fee which wasn't really a late fee and sent you a late notice that I never should have sent to you and then got your check and cashed it when I never should have and then made you come down here when you really didn't have to and made a mess and... well, isn't that enough?"

He chuckled. "Well, that's certainly a mouthful, but I don't think it rises to the level of firing you, even though I told you, and I'll tell you again, I most certainly can't fire you. If anyone's at fault, I think I am for making you nervous by my presence here."

"No, no," Alena said. "Well, maybe just a bit, but it's probably my fault for making me nervous of you."

"If you're guilty of anything," Mr. Foxworthy said, "it's acting like a teenage girl who's about to get a hard spanking."

"A spanking?" she said, then laughed nervously. "No, I don't think I deserve that. Besides, I'm much too big for a spanking."

"No one is too big for a spanking Miss Vazquez. Granted, I wouldn't take you over my knee. Rather, I'd have you bend over the desk while I gave you a sound paddling."

Alena's shocked expression with her mouth wide open caused him to laugh. "Actually, I think it'd be a joy and a privilege to spank you, though I wouldn't do it without your total permission. But your earlier actions did make me think of someone who was guilty enough to get one."

She breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought he was serious for a second," she thought. "Imagine me, stretched out across Kate's desk while he's smacking my bare ass with his hand."

"It actually reminds me of some of the stories my Grandfather would tell me," he said.

"Oh?" she said. "Like what?"

"He used to be a school teacher in an old one-room school house. And he'd tell stories of this one or that one he'd put the switch to."

"S... s... switch?" she said.

"Yes. He'd have the students who were going to be punished cut their own switches. If they cut one that was too short or too weak, he'd send them out again until they brought in one meeting his standards. Of course, it was a much different time then."

Alena nodded but said nothing.

"Of course, my late wife had other ideas, ones we'd incorporate into... but I'm saying too much and I'm sure on the edge of offending you, if I already haven't."

"Oh, no," she said. "And I'm sorry for your loss. I imagine she meant a lot to you."

"Thank you. Yes, she was a wonderful woman. Not to be forward but you remind me a little of her. She was shorter than you, much fairer skin and lighter hair."

"That's what Kate said," she thought. "But other than being heavy like me, it doesn't sound like there's much of a resemblance. Still, she sounds like she was a fascinating woman. And he said she had ideas. What ideas? Like... spanking? And what did they incorporate them into..." She thought for a second, then was reminded of what Kate said earlier, when someone heard a woman late at night in their house screaming, "FUCK ME! OH, PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER! HARDER!"

"Was that her?" Alena thought. "Was he really fucking her so good that she wanted more? That she wanted it harder? Was he that good of a lover that he instilled that much desire in her? Or was there more? Was it because he spanked her beforehand? Kate did say they were into kinky stuff, the dom/sub stuff, or that's what at least people said they were into?"

Alena had read stories in her books that dealt with spanking. Usually it was the woman on the receiving end, but occasionally a man traded places. The initial intense pain of the ass being paddled would then morph into an incredible feeling of erotic pleasure, a total opposite of what was first felt, and then it would then lead to a ferocious fucking session and explosive orgasms for the ones involved. Just imagining these things was enough to start a pleasurable feeling between her legs, one that seemed to want to grow.

"So did this man make his wife first cry when he spanked her ass, but then did she after a time begin to moan because it felt so good?" she thought. "Did the original terrible pain then mutate into such an exquisite erotic feeling that she needed him, needed his cock to pound her pussy so hard until it gave her the explosive orgasm that would extinguish the incredible need she had? What if a man like him spanked my ass so hard that it drove into some heightened sense of erotic need that I'd have to have hi fuck me, fuck me so hard he'd have me begging, no screaming for more until he made me cum. Would it be like the stories where the woman has such a fierce orgasm that she loses all touch with her senses for a time?"

"Miss Vazquez?"

His voice suddenly snapped her out of her deep thought and back to reality. She realized she had been thinking sexual thoughts while trying to converse with the mayor of the village. She had to say something now, and fast!

"Yes, I'm hear and I was really not thinking about you spanking my ass!" she finally blurted out.

There was silence for a moment. Then, Alena finally realized what she had said. "Oh, God, what have I done?" she thought to herself. "Someone, please kill me now."

Mr. Foxworthy sat on the edge of the desk and started laughing.

"God," Alena said as she dropped her face into her hands, "I've made a total fool of myself."

"Maybe just a little bit," he said, still laughing. "Kate was right about you."

Alena raised her eyes up. "Why, what did Kate say about me?" she asked.

"That you have a bit of a ditsy side that comes out once in a while, but you're never boring and an absolute pleasure to be around."

"So, you're not going to have me fired?"

He started laughing again. "Of course not. First off, as I said before, I have no say in that. And secondly, even if I wanted and could fire you, Kate would never allow it; she loves you too much. If I even suggested it she'd kill me and make sure no one ever found my body, and I don't want that. So, I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure you stay fully employed at the library."

"B... b... but I... I... the things I... I... I just said.... said about..." she managed to spit out. "Doesn't that sh... show I'm a..."

"All it shows is," he interrupted, "is that you were honest with your feelings. Your sexual feelings to be more specific. It was just for a second, and sometimes that's all it takes. Is that so wrong?"

"Well," she said, speaking a bit slower so she didn't stammer so much. "It wasn't very, um... "

"Very what?" he asked. "Very proper? Very polite? Very acceptable? Look, people seem to like talking about sexual things, as long as it involves other people. Folks around here for years talked about my wife and I and every sexual act or antic they could possibly imagine."

Alena remembered what Kate had said earlier about the rumors people said about him and his wife. "But isn't that wrong of them to do so?" she asked.

"Sure, but people have always talked about others since the beginning of time. Look, I think I can take some liberty here with you and say some things that I wouldn't normally say in mixed company, especially since we somehow got onto the subject. But if you are uncomfortable with any of this, please let me know."

She shook her head.

He continued. "My point is, people like to talk about others having sex, but talking to others about their own sex life, that always to be a taboo subject. That doesn't mean I go around talking to everyone who will listen about all the sexual things I've done. I don't. I will say that my wife and I had a very active and healthy sexual life between us and it was because we enjoyed each other. I hope I'm not embarrassing you."

"No," Alena said. "I think I've managed to embarrass myself more than you ever could today."

He chuckled. "I won't argue that point with you. Look, can I ask you something? And if you don't want to answer, I completely understand."

"Well, I'll try and answer you if I can."

"When you said you weren't thinking about me spanking you, was it the truth you were really thinking that?"

Alena felt herself suddenly blush. She had suspected he might ask this but she wasn't truly prepared for it. All she could do was avert her eyes and give him a slight nod. Even in this particular spot, the erotic sensations between her legs was growing and she could feel her nipples harden. Yes, she was embarrassed by the things happening but she was also finding the entire experience was making her horny.

She wasn't sure if it was because it had been so long since she had sex outside of with herself. That time was measured in years. She also wasn't sure if it wasn't due to the presence of Mr. Foxworthy. Even though he was taller than she was and seemed strong and confident, she wasn't necessarily intimidated by his physical presence; it was his status as mayor that she found threatening, especially when Kate had planted the idea in her head that he might fire her, but he also dispelled that thought earlier. It was likely a combination of the two that was causing her arousal. The fact that he did... things... sexual things with his wife also contributed.

"It's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about," he said.

"But it's so..." she said, her voice trailing off.

"Different?" he asked. "Or deviant? Or perverted? How about degenerate? I've heard all of those adjectives and more describing the things my wife and I would engage in. If it isn't straight missionary intercourse, it must be bad and slapped with a negative name."

"Maybe different, at least for me," she replied. "Something like that, I guess I never... never put much thought into it."

"It just has to be suggested at the right time by the right person. You may not believe it but it was my wife who brought up the subject of spanking in our relationship."

"Really?"

"Swear to God, it's true."

"That must have been some conversation."

He thought a moment. "We'd been married about a year or so. One night she was cooking a roast in the oven for us for dinner and lost track of time. Well, before you knew it, it was overcooked until it was as dry as the desert. I heard her yelling and cursing from the kitchen and I could see the poor roast looking like it had been the victim of a three-alarm fire. I said 'Well, there goes supper.' She replied, 'You'll have to punish me for ruining dinner.' I told her her punishment would be to go to bed without supper. She said, 'That's no punishment. You should give me a spanking for what I've done.' I thought she was kidding and didn't give it much more thought, and we fixed a makeshift meal for our supper.

"Come bedtime, my wife had just come out of the shower, nude, of course, and as she walked by me I gave her a playful swat on her butt, telling her, 'There's your spanking for ruining supper.'

"'That's no spanking,' she said. 'I want you to really spank me!' Well, I wasn't sure what had gotten into her, but I was willing to play along. So, I sat down on our bed, motioned her to lay across my knees, which she did, and I started to paddle her butt. I wasn't doing hard, as I didn't want to hurt her, but she said, 'Harder. Spank me harder!'

"So I toughened up my hand and gave it a little more force, but that still wasn't enough, she kept pushing me to do it harder. Finally, I said, 'What's gotten into you?' to which she replied. 'I just need it. Punish me like I've done the very worst things you can imagine.'

"Well, I can imagine some terrible things, I'm a former history professor after all, but I started to understand a bit as to what my wife wanted. The tone of her voice had a level of excitement in it I was beginning to discern. It was something special she needed so I had to provide it to her the best way I could.

"I thought for a moment or two and then I had an epiphany. I told my wife to get up off of my knees and lay face down on our bed with her butt hanging off of it, which she did. Then I went into our closet and took out one of my belts, a wide leather one. There was a time or two when my father laid his belt out over my behind when I was bad, so this was the closest thing I could think of that might satisfy my wife in this situation.

"So with belt in hand, I came up behind her. I took the belt and looped it and held it with both hands then gave it a snap so she could hear what I had. It gave out a nice crack and when she heard it, her whole body shuddered, I guess in anticipation. Now, I have to admit I was starting to get into the mood along with her, and I asked her, 'Are you ready for this?' and she answered me very softly, 'Yes.'

"A couple of quick smacks on her butt got some cries out of her, but as I continued, her cries changed to... well, more excited responses, if you know what I mean."

Alena nodded, almost mesmerized by his narrative.

He chuckled. "I must be horrifying you with all this talk about spanking my wife and all that. I'm surprised in myself, to be honest. I didn't mean to babble on about all this personal stuff."

She shook her head. "No, I'm not horrified," she said. "I didn't know people would do things like this. No, that's not true. I mean, I've... read, um... stories and things where people do, you know... those things. I just never... never met anyone who had really done anything like it."

"Reading stories about it," he said. "That's where my wife got the idea. She read those adult letter magazines when they were really popular at one time, and she got hooked onto the ones about spanking. That's what really intrigued her about it. The rest, as they say, is history."

"I guess I read... well, about a lot of things," Alena confessed. "Most... no, all I've never put into practice."

"You just have to ask the right person," he said. "Your husband or your boyfriend. Or your girlfriend if that's your thing. If they really care for you, they'll indulge you."

She shrugged. "I'm divorced," she said. "No boyfriend, either, and a girlfriend isn't in the cards, outside of platonic ones, of course."

"I suppose you'll just have to look elsewhere then," he said. "If a spanking, and what goes along with it, is really what you want." He said it with a slightly different tone, and now wore a more devious smile.

Alena picked up on this. "He's offering, isn't he?" She asked herself. "My God, he'd spank me here and now if I ask him. And what if I start moaning from it. What if I get turned on and super horny and he can tell. Of course he'll know, you dummy. He's not stupid like I am. Will he fuck me then? Will I yell for him to fuck me hard like his wife did? But what if he says no! What if I'm misreading him? God, I'd die from embarrassment if I thought he wanted to but really didn't. What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?"

She took a breath, closed her eyes tight, and gave a slight nod.

"I think you really want this, don't you?"

Alena opened her eyes, nodding again, and whispered a soft "Yes."

"And you're absolutely certain about it?"

She nodded again. "I need to know," she said softly.

"Need to know if it's something you truly want to experience?"

"Yes. I think... I think I'd hate myself if... if I said no. Then I don't think I'd ever get the nerve again to ask anyone. Then I'd always wonder, if that makes sense."

"It makes sense to me. So shall we get started?"

"Okay," she said, nodding. "What... what do I do now? She asked with a nervous giggle.

"Just watch me for a moment," he said. He then began unbuckling his belt. Alena watched him, her eyes widening as he worked his fingers over the buckle. He then pulled on the belt, loosening it one loop at a time until it hung free in his hand. It was a black leather belt, about an inch in width with a plain buckle, nothing fancy about it.

"Feel it," he said.

She did so, running her fingertips along it, regarding its texture.

"I bought this in Houston last year when I there on business. I got it from a leather worker who had a small shop. I almost didn't go in but I did, and I liked the look and feel of this. It cast me a bit more than I wanted to pay, but I'm happy with it. And with a little luck, you may be too."

Alena gasped slightly at the last remark. "Would I really like it?" she thought. "Would I like it as it cracks across my ass? Cracks across my ass? What am I getting myself into? Do I really want to go through with this? Yes, I have to. I must. I need to know."

Mr. Foxworthy led Alena to the front of the desk. "Bend over the desk," he said with a tone of authority in his voice. She found herself obeying his words, laying herself across Kate's desk. She could see over the edge. All of the contents of the spilled drawer were still scattered on the floor.

"God, I've wrecked this place," she thought. "What would Kate think if she knew what was happening, what was going to happen? Now she would be horrified!"

He tapped the tip of his belt on one ass cheek, then the other. Even through her skirt and panties, she could still feel it. "Ready?" he asked.

She managed a half-choked, "Uh huh." as she gripped the edge of the desk tightly with her fingers. Through her head she kept thinking, "I want this. I need this. I want this. I need this." over and over again.

Alena waited. To her, it seemed like an eternity before his belt finally landed on her ass. Striking her right cheek, she felt it clearly, making her let out a surprised "Oh!"

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes," was her reply.

The next strike came quicker, taking itself out on her left cheek. She grit her teeth before the belt made contact. The first hit caught her off guard. She was ready for the second one, but how long could she remain quiet? Did she want to remain quiet?

The third and fourth hits came in rapid succession, hitting solidly on her right and left cheeks. Still she was being defiant in her own way, her hands were gripping tight the desk. It was almost like it was a competition. But...

"Still okay?" he asked. She didn't say anything, just nodding. But something wasn't right, she thought. It wasn't okay. Something was missing, but what was it?

The next two also came quickly, this time both falling on her right ass cheek. She felt it clearly, but instead of crying out, she said "Stop!"

"Had enough?" he said. "I'm impressed you've gone this far for your first time."

"No, it's not that," Alena said as she stood up. "It's not right."

"Having second thoughts on this is also not unusual under the circumstances, so I..."

Mr. Foxworthy stopped when he saw Alena fumbling with her skirt, then realized what she was doing.

"Are you sure about this," he asked her.

"Yes, very sure," she said nervously, her fingers working to unbutton her skirt. Once the last button was undone, she slipped off her skirt and tossed it aside onto the floor. She then reached for her panties, grabbing the elastic, and then stopped.

"Are you certain about this?" he asked her after she hesitated for a few seconds. "That's what some may call your last line of defense."

"Last line of defense," she thought to herself. "Maybe it should be my last line of modesty. This isn't a story anymore, this is real life and I have to decide, am I going to take a chance and cross a line and experience something I may love or hate? Or do I play it safe and always wonder."

It only took Alena a few additional seconds to make her decision, and she shared it with him as she drew her panties down, stepped out of them, and tossed them to join her skirt on the floor. Her last move was to kick her sandals off.

"Now I'm ready," she said as she bent over the desk. Mr Foxworthy got his first clear look at Alena's ass, which had a slight tinge of crimson to it from the earlier spanking.

"This is going to be a lot different," he warned.

"I know," she replied, "but it has to be this way."

"Okay," he said with a smile, admiring her full, wide ass. "It's time to get serious."

Alena nodded and gripped the edge of the desk. "This has to be the right thing," she thought to herself. "It just has to be."

He laid out the flat of his belt across her now bare ass-cheek which made a loud slap. Alena immediately felt it. This was different, different than it was just a few minutes earlier. The discomfort was quick in occurring. She caught herself from letting out any kind of noise or cry, partially because she had anticipated the first strike. She wasn't sure how she would handle the ones that would follow. And maybe, she thought, that was part of the excitement she was beginning to feel.

He repeated the process on her left cheek, which produced a similar sharp slap. Alena let out an "Oh!", realizing now this was going to intensify further.

Mr. Foxworthy did two quick smacks to her ass, alternating between right and left, creating two resounding slaps. More of her ass was turning red.

"Ah... ah..." came out of her mouth. She closed her eyes tight, trying to block out the stinging torment her ass was undergoing. "You wanted this," she said to herself. "Stay with it. I need to feel it more."

That thought barely went through her mind before she felt his belt again. Two rapid slaps on her right ass cheek were followed by two just as quick smack on her left cheek.

Alena let out a cry: "Aiieee... " It was the loudest she had been. The agony of her tortured ass was increasing... and yet...

She felt a growing heat elsewhere; it was buried deep within her pussy. Already it was distinct, strong, something she hadn't felt in a long time. Maybe something she had never felt before.

He laid out two more solid strikes on her sensitive ass, giving a bit more into his swings with this round. It resulted in a louder, longer cry from her, almost like a shriek!

"YEEEEEEE" came from her mouth. The pain arcing across her ass was more than she recalled ever feeling before. Yet, the quickly swelling pleasure between her legs was competing for her attention. Her initial cry of pain swiftly was replaced by a soft, almost inaudible moan.

"I think you've had enough," he said. "I don't want to push you farther than you can handle."

"No," Alena quickly said. Her breath was still rapid but the erotic pleasure within her pussy was still building within her, even though he had, moment, stopped the spanking. She wanted, she needed to see how much more the erotic bliss she was feeling would increase. "No," she repeated.

"No?" he asked. "You really want more?"

"Yes," she said softly. "More." Then, a second or two later, she added, "Harder."

"More?" he asked. "And harder? I can do more and I can do it harder. Can you deal with it?"

"Yes," she nodded. "Please."

He smiled. "Well, since you said please, how can I refuse you."

He took his belt, but instead of continuing the spanking, he dangled it above her ass, letting the end touch her skin, then slowly dragged it across one cheek to the other, creating a light tickling sensation that she felt, sending shivers throughout her entire body.

That feeling changed quickly. Mr. Foxworthy changed his stance slightly, all to alter his technique. The next swing of his belt came in wider and faster and the resultant strike on her right ass cheek was more violent.

"AAAUUUUGGGHH" she screamed. The pain was deep and vicious, more so than she had already felt. She barely had caught a breath when he struck again, now on her left ass cheek with a similar ferocious smack, eliciting another loud scream.

"AAAAAAHHHH FUUUCK!" came from her mouth. Her ass felt as if it were literally on fire, worse than it had been yet.

But the sexual tension inside her was also increased more with the harder spanking. Her pussy was throbbing, aching, craving release.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck... " she kept repeating as the pain subsided slightly, melding with the fiery pleasure that was bubbling within her horny womanhood.

"I told you I could do it much harder," he said. "I think you believe me now, and we're at an end."

"No," she softly said.

"No?" he asked. "You're at your limit now. I think the spanking is done for the evening."

"Not that," she said lightly. "Oh, fuck that was... oh, fuck... I need..."

"Need?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied, still in a low, breathless voice. "Fuck... fuck... fuck me... fuck me... "

"Ah," he said, nodding. "That's the kind of need you have."

"Please," she said. "Please."

"Well, I guess you're partially responsible," he chuckled as he walked around to the other side of the desk to face her, showing her the pronounced bulge that was currently badly hidden by his trousers.

"You weren't the only one getting a thrill from this, if you must know." he told her.

Alena looked at the tent that his hard cock was making under his pants. Part of her thought it would result in this. She couldn't have expected a different outcome, truth be told. Having him inflict something so sexually charged as a spanking, the risk was always high that he would become as aroused as she did.

He undid his pants and slipped them down, leaving his boxers showing how his hard dick was poking into the fabric. He only hesitated for a moment, letting her see the package before he unwrapped it. The moment was then gone as he pulled his shorts down.

His penis sprung out, thick and erect. Its large, bulbous head glistened with precum, telling her he was also very aroused, maybe as much as he was.

He took his cock in his hand. "Do you want this?" he asked. As he did, he lightly slapped his member against her face, rubbing it from one side to the other. "Is this what you've been craving?"

"Yes, it's so beautiful," she said as she revered its hardness and bulging veins that expressed its lustful state. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen a man's cock, much less have it even touch her. Just the sight of his aroused organ made her pussy crave to have it inside of her.

"Show me how much you want it," he said to her. Moving the tip of his dick to her mouth, he said, "Open."

Alena obediently opened her mouth and her tongue came out. As badly as she wanted his cock fucking her pussy, her mouth craved the taste and feel of his manhood. She need to experience that feeling again.

He slipped his hard cock into her open mouth. Her lips slipped down onto his rigid shaft and her tongue began to slither around it. She could feel its texture, its bulging veins. Just feeling a man's penis in her mouth added to the fire in her pussy.

"Mmm," he went as he pushed his cock slowly into her mouth. "You really know how to suck a man's cock, don't you?"

"Mmm, hmm," she moaned on it in acknowledgment. She knew he'd feel the vibrations of her answer as she sucked harder and let her tongue flutter about his hard organ.

"Oh, it's been so long I don't want this to end," he said as he gripped the sides of her head, slowly moving his dick in and out of her mouth.

Alena continued to suck on his cock, relishing in its arousal. She could do this for hours she told herself, and would be content to do so if not for the needs of her pussy to also feel his swollen member.

Almost as if they had a silent agreement between themselves, he withdrew his cock from her mouth. "Damn," he said. "If I keep this up much longer, you'll finish me off. Your mouth is a cock's delight!"

"Hunger, Mr. Foxworthy" Alena replied with a smile. "It's been quite a while since I've had the opportunity to suck someone off

"Please don't call me that," he said as he walked around the desk where Alena was still prostrate on, coming up once again behind her. "I think we're both at the point were we can drop the formalities. Please do call me Isaac. Ike is what most people call me, and I'll call you Alena. Fair enough?"

"More than fair, Ike," she said to him, "as long as you can finish things up."

"Oh, that's my full intention," he said as he took his rigid cock, still glistening from her saliva, and rubbed its head gently along the lips of her pussy."

"Fuuuck," she moaned. Like having his dick in her mouth, it had been years since she had had a man's hard cock touching her pussy. The overwhelming pleasure nullified any remaining discomfort from her previously punished ass. She just wanted to feel more of his member inside of her.

"You're a needy woman," Isaac said as he dipped the head of his cock into her pussy but not pushing in deeper; instead, just running his hardness along her womanhood.

"Damn," Alena said. "So good." Waves of pleasure will filling her and he was just barely teasing her. Her anticipation to have him fuck her was growing. And not just to fuck her, but to pound her hard, the way she needed to be fucked.

"God, you're so wet and so warm," he said as he began slipping his cock into her. "Ooohhhh," he moaned as the flesh of her pussy enveloped him as he pushed into her. Alena began moaning as well as his thick cock filled her up in its attempt to fulfill her needs.

"Fuck, that feels so good," she said as she felt him push all the way into her, his swollen balls right against her. Holding himself in for a few seconds, he began to slowly pull himself out. Then he began a slow but steady motion, slipping his cock in and out of her, fucking her to fulfill both their needs.

Isaac's fucking was steady, going deep in and out of Alena's pussy, the slapping noise their bodies made in their carnal act filled the small room, almost overwhelming the slurping sounds her pussy made as his cock moved within her pussy. Her ass would sting with each thrust of his dick into her when his body would contact hers, but the feeling mixed with the erotic delight she felt from being fucked. Vibrations filled her womanhood and stimulated her swollen clitoris, which hadn't been touched by all of the activity. Normally, she needed to have it physically stimulated to some degree to guarantee her of achieving an orgasm. Now, she was on such a lust-filled high, she was close to cumming with just his fucking.

He was apparently close as well. "I can't keep this up much longer, Alena," he said. "Your pussy just feels too good."

"Cum in me, Ike," was her reply. Feeling him lose control and fill her with his load might just be what she needed to finish herself, she thought. To enhance this, she started to push herself back on him as much as she could, given her prostrate position. Her reverse thrusting motions would also bring her to the point of no return when it came to an orgasm.

Both of their bodies glistened from their sweat as they continued to fuck. The nonstop slapping of their flesh was now complimented by the heavy breathing they both contributed to their erotic concert. Alena was just focusing on finishing as quickly and as closely to Isaac as she could. He had slowed down just a bit in his thrusts into her. She didn't attribute it to fatigue on his part, though she had no real way of knowing that for sure. Her instincts told her he was close to cumming and was trying to hold off his orgasm for an additional few seconds, if that was even possible at this point. And as much as she wanted this feeling of him fucking her, she wanted, needed, the climax that her body had desired for so long at the hands of a man.

She was almost there when he said, "God, I'm gonna cum, I can't hold... AAAUUGGHHH" He made one last thrust, hard and deep into her when she felt his body begin to shake, his cock jerking inside of her and she knew he was filling her with his load. He groaned deep and long as he gripped her hips to hold himself inside of her.

That was enough to push her over the edge. Alena felt her pussy tighten around his cock as it was delivering its seed into her. The overwhelming pleasure was too much and she started to cum.

"AHHHH FUUUUCKKK" she screamed as her orgasm flowed through her body. While she had enjoyed many a previous orgasm, both by other men and by her own hand, this one was much stronger, more potent, so much so it held her in a state of rapture where time seemed to stop for her. Her body shook as if an earthquake had occurred with its epicenter right on her pussy.

Isaac had finished filling her with his semen. His balls empty, he collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, and feeling the shuddering of the woman underneath him. But quickly after he had finished, her own orgasm had subsided, and did her trembling. It left them both breathing almost normally.

He was the first to speak as they caught their breath. "It's been a long time since I've cum like that. You're an incredible woman, Alena." he said this as stood up and pulled himself out of her. His cum-slick penis was slowly deflating back to its flaccid state.

"That makes two of us, Ike." she said as she tried to lift herself up off of the desk. Isaac almost immediately took hold of her, pulling her up. As she started to turn around to face him, his lips were on her, and they both fell into a deep kiss.

Alena moaned onto his lips as her arms went around him, returning his kiss. His arms also went around her, pulling her thick body closer to his, kissing her deeper, his tongue parting her lips to touch her tongue.

Finally, he broke the kiss between them. "I figured it was finally time we kissed," he said. "Perhaps it was a little anti-climactic, but most certainly well-needed."

She smiled as she looked at him dreamily. "I won't argue that it was well-needed. I think everything we've gone through tonight was needed."

He nodded. "Well said," he told her as he loosened his grip on her. "We should, though, take care of that fine ass of yours. I have some liniment at home that will having it feeling better in know time. That is," he added, "if you're agreeable to it."

She smiled again. "I'm totally agreeable to it," she said. "But I do have to straighten up in here. Kate will have a fit if I leave her office like this!"

"I'll give you a hand," he said, putting an emphasis on 'hand.'

She giggled. "I know you will."

**********

"Alena, do you have a minute?"

Alena had just arrived at the library the next morning. Kate was already going through some paperwork when she came into her office. "Yes?" she asked.

"How did things go with Mr. Foxworthy?" she asked. "Since you're here, he obviously didn't fire you," she said with a chuckle.

"No, he didn't," Alena replied. "I guess I was overreacting a little."

"More than a little," Kate said. "I'm sure after you met him he wasn't some kind of overbearing monster."

"No," she smiled. "In fact, he was a perfect gentleman, if I say so myself."

"Good," Kate. "Just one other thing."

"What's that?" Alena asked.

"The things in my top drawer are kind of out of whack, things not where I usually put them. Do you know what happened?"

"Yes, and I'm sorry. The drawer was stuck when I tried to open it to get Isaac's check, the drawer came out and landed on the floor, spilling everything. I tried to put things back where they were as best I could."

"That's fine," Kate said. "And Isaac's check, hmm? Already getting close to him, are we?"

"Oh," Alena said, feeling herself blush a bit. "He insisted on me calling him Isaac. It was his idea."

"Oh, okay," Kate said. "I'm glad you two got along. Oh, and some of the things on top of my desk got rearranged. Did that happen when you were to get the check from the drawer."

"Yes," Alena replied. "I couldn't find the key to your desk drawer, so I emptied out my purse. I think I swung through thing too much and knocked a couple of your things onto the floor. Sorry about that."

"Good enough," Kate said. "You know, with all the disorder in here, since it doesn't happen too often, you'd think you'd had an orgy in here last night," she said with a giggle.'

"An orgy?" Alena asked. "There's barely enough room in here for two people to fuck in here," she said.

Kate laughed. "That's true. Still, that sort of stuff only happens in porn."

"Never in real life," Alena said with a smile.

"Okay, enough chit-chatting. Let's get back to work!"

***THE END***