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Subject: {ASSM} The Librarian's Hot Moves (2/3) (MMF, oral, MDom)
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The following is a work of FICTION.

The Librarian's Hot Moves (2/3)
by DiscipleN

Copyright (c) 2001, by DiscipleN. All rights reserved.
This work may not be used for any commercial purposes without prior,
documented consent from the owner.



Alice was in her bookmobile when she decided the day couldn't get any
worse. First she had been near two lesbians who ran a child care
center. Then she had touched a black boy's cock, and finally she had
actually stripped her clothes off for a very dirty old man. Now in the
truck, thinking about her strange day her own body began to tempt her.
She felt warm and her crotch was very wet. She alternated thinking
about the firm velvety dick in her hands with the face of the old man
as she peeled her clothes for a peek, and then with imagined images of
two women fucking. She wanted desperately to stop the van and
masturbate. Perhaps she had done the wrong thing by masturbating last
night. What if she had opened up some evil pathway to sexual needs?
Alice was a little frightened of her feelings.
She was late for her next appointment. The author, Paul Hiker, was one
of her favorites. He had offered to sign all the library's copies of
his books as a publicity stunt to promote library awareness while he
was in town to sign his new book at book stores. She parked the van
outside the store and hurried in. There he was.
Paul sat behind a simple table with two or three fans still in line.
Alice carried her own copy of "Majesty of the Animals." his book about
animals in the wild, to sign. She waited last in line until it was her
turn. Paul looked up at her and was visibly impressed.
"Oh, I'm sorry I'm late. My name is Alice, and I'm from the library. I
had other appointments that delayed me. I hope it isn't too late to
sign our books."
"Well, Alice I was just about to go to lunch with my agent." He
indicated a short bald man sitting next to him. "Do you think we have
time for her, Harvey?" His voice held back an amused quality. Harvey
seemed in on some privately recognized joke or plan.
"I guess so. If she doesn't mind us eating in her bookmobile. I can go
get some take-out Chinese while you deal with her. Then perhaps we can
all share some when I bring the food." He smiled eagerly.
"Is that all right Alice?" Paul asked kindly.
"Oh, of course. I really like your books. I even brought my own book
to sign. If that's all right." Alice heaved a sigh of relief which
raised her tits to their fullest extent then dropped them. The two men
smiles seemed to bounce with her movement.
"Perfectly. Lead me to your van." Paul got up and escorted her out the
door, while Harvey snickered and left the other direction. The entered
the van and she took him in the back and showed him the shelf that had
been set aside for his books. He browsed through them slowly as if
deciding which to sign first.
"I guess I could be here a while. Mind if I take off my jacket? It's a
little cramped in here."
"Oh yes. I'll put it on the chair." Alice complied eagerly. Paul was a
very handsome fellow. His broad chest was just the kind she had always
fantasized about. She realized that her crotch was hornier than ever.
She bit her lip slightly and ordered herself to control its passion.
She wanted to impress this man with her knowledge.
"Oh, I loved `Majesty of the Animals.' did you really spend three
years in Africa?"
"Why yes. I think Africa has the most beautiful diversity of wildlife
in the world. What did you like about that book?"
"Oh I loved the baboons. How barbaric and yet so amazingly social. Its
hard to imagine such a combination."
"Did you read about their mating habits?" Paul tried to direct the
conversation.
"Uh, yes. The males are very a-aggressive with their mates. I didn't
like that."
"Well nature does what is has to to help a species survive. Imagine if
I were a male and you were my mate. I'd have to rip up your clothes
and beat you before I could mate with you."
"I'm just glad that men don't. At least humans are not dumb animals."
"See here. Some men are not far from their distant baboon cousins. If
I were to put my hand here." Paul suddenly reached between her thighs
and pressed on her cunt.
"Hey! You let me be!" Alice complained.
"This is just an example, Alice. Don't worry. I want to make my point
clear." Paul smiled and stepped closer. His hand began to rub her
mound, but the feeling was muted by her pants. Still Alice was aware
of her body's response. She felt more wet than ever.
"I g-guess you're just trying to d-demonstrate." She looked helplessly
in his dark, friendly eyes.
"There you go. Now a baboon grooms the mate." He reached his hand into
her pants and then rubbed her cunt through the thin material of her
panties.
"Can't you just t-tell me?" Alice asked meekly.
"I wouldn't be able to drive my point home." Paul continued to rub the
soaking wet material.
Alice was flush. She didn't know what to do. She knew she shouldn't
let a man touch her like this, but it felt too good to be angry with
him. She told herself it would be over when he finished his
description.
Yet it seemed Paul had forgotten what he had started talking about. "I
know you like this Alice."
"What about the baboons?"
"Oh, I'll have to prepare you better. You see a male must initiate the
mating ritual and be accepted by the female. If he doesn't do the
right thing nature will have made a mistake. You wouldn't want nature
to make a mistake would you?"
"Oh no!" Alice had closed her eyes. His fingers were pushing deep
between her legs. She stepped wider for his hand to penetrate better.
Paul's other hand unfastened and tugged her pants down to her knees.
The stroking hand reached inside her panties and he made direct
contact with her clittorus.
"Ohhh. Umm. I-I think we should stop." Alice begged.
"We can't do that now. We have to let nature take it's course."
"Oh, please stop." She murmured almost as an echo as her body began to
match his rhythm.
"Well maybe I should check it out." Paul sounded concerned. He
continued to fuck her with his fingers as he bent down to his knees.
His face peered close to her pumping hips. "Oh, I see what the problem
is. There's this finger inside your cunt!"
"No, Paul, please. I can't stand it."
Paul stopped and showed her the finger. "Hmm, what's all this sticky
stuff?"
Alice's hips kept sliding up and down. Her thighs rubbed together,
begging for his touch. Alice tried to pull up her pants, but Paul
stopped her with a word.
"Just a second." Paul ran his finger in his mouth. "I'm afraid this
doesn't taste quite right. I'll have to explore further."
"Please Paul, stop it. We shouldn't be doing this." Alice begged.
Paul ignored her and pulled down her panties. Then he planted his face
into her pussy. He began to suck noisily. Alice almost fainted from
the sensations he gave her.
"Oh my God, Paul! No. Not there. Ohhh. Arrrrrgg, Unnngghh!" Her body
began to quiver. "Let me go. Oh please let me go. Mmmmgh!" Her cunt
was madly twisting and wrenching his darting tongue. Her clit screamed
for release. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled his head into her
fiery nest. Her hips ground down on his tongue as he kept stabbing her
pussy with it. A bombshell went off inside her head and she shrieked!
The feeling was more intense than she had ever experienced. She came
into Pauls' face. "AAAHHHH!  AAAAaaaaaaa! Ooohh." she cried. She
gasped and whimpered as Paul continued to suck more and more bursts
into her nervous system.
Paul looked up from his triumphant deed. He was leering at her. "Now
Alice, the male baboon mounts the female." Paul stood up. He unzipped
his pants and pulled his shorts away to release his burgeoning cock.
Alice stared at it with fright. "Paul, can't we just... Please, I'm
not ready." She trembled.
"Baboons must always be ready." Paul laughed. He reached around her
and pulled her close. His prick jabbed against her belly. It reached
up under her shirt. Its warm, soft flesh rubbed into her navel.
Alice hung her head on Paul's shoulder. She was too dizzy, too
drained. All of the day's trials had left her weak. She couldn't
resist anymore. Her eyes closed and she saw the face of the stranger
who accosted her yesterday.
"All you need is a good fuck!" The words echoed in her liquid brain.
"Fuck me." She said. 
Paul's hands had moved under her shirt, massaging her bounteous tits
beneath her bra. His lips touched her cheek lightly and he breathed
heavily into her ear. One hand left her breasts and guided her hand to
his throbbing prick.
It felt like a warm rolled roast. She instinctively stroked it like
she had the young black boy's cock. She tried to kiss Paul but his
face reached down between her cleavage and he tongued her sore skin.
His hand was slowly unbuttoning her shirt.
"Keep pulling on my cock. That's it. You are wonderful."
She was wonderful she thought. Paul really liked her. It would be okay
she assured herself. She began to rub his dick harder.
"Unnnhh, yeah, Alice, do it!" He started thrusting into her petite
hand as he unfastened her bra. When her tits fell naked on her chest
he greedily began to suck them. She moaned. Her pussy was responding.
She could feel her desire rebuild, and was amazed. His cock felt like
a perfect tool for her pussy. She wanted him inside her, and at that
thought Paul pulled his beautiful dick out of her hand and pushed her
against the book rack.
"Now, spread your legs." He commanded softly.
Alice hesitated, watching his wonderful face, then she stepped wider
so he could begin to fuck her.
Paul pushed his dick against her mound and rubbed her there gently.
She swooned. Her clit had swollen until it was as hard as his cock.
She hugged him as his cock spread her accepting labia. She sucked in
her breath as Paul speared her hot cunt. She could feel the subtle
vibration of the van on its suspension. Her ass pushed into the wall
of books as Paul pushed his eager member into her wanting hole. She
thought about all those precious books as she was being fucked against
them. Her pussy ached at the thought. Her body boiled with need.
"Harder." She whispered.
Paul pulled back and sunk his prick into her with a mighty heave. His
meaty cock ripped her hymen and buried itself against her cunt walls.
He rapidly fucked the greedy cunt and grabbed her shoulders. "God, you
are incredible! Your pussy feels like a hot, wet, mouth."
"Oh, Paul don't stop. I need you. Fuck me harder."
Paul rammed his dick into her and pounded her against the book rack.
She moaned audibly and he groaned in response. This woman was an
amazing fuck, her pussy was like velvet. Her body felt like an eager
child's. He wanted to keep fucking her forever.
"Oh no, Paul. I'm comming." Alice whimpered. She held her eyes shut as
the feeling ripped up inside her with his sawing cock compressing the
feeling into her brain.
Paul's balls trembled as if a geyser would erupt. His dick choked back
in its rhythm as it prepared to hurl it's white hot load into her
convulsing cunt. He cried out in sudden overwhelming orgasm and pumped
out every ounce of cum in his body.
They sagged against each other.
Alice didn't know what to do. She had just fucked her favorite author,
and she had wanted him like an animal. She panicked a little.
"My clothes, my clothes. I have to get my clothes on." She tried to
pick up or pull together her work clothes.
"Relax, everything is fine. Let me look at your tits more. You are
beautiful. You were incredible. What are you running off to? We have
company Alice." Paul said with a powerful grin.
"That sure was something." Harvey smirked from the steps in the van.
"Oh my God! Get out of here." Alice turned in confusion and
frantically tried to hide her naked tits and cunt.
"It's okay, Alice. Harvey likes you. He wouldn't hurt a fly. Don't you
like her Harvey?" Paul continued to grin at her like a demon.
Whatever bond she had felt with Paul, burst like a sack of moldy
grain. This man was horrible. Who knows what Harvey had seen, and Paul
acted like she was just some show girl. Alice kept trying to fit her
clothes back on when Paul's strong hand grabbed her own firmly as
Harvey spoke.
"I like her just fine. She gave a great performance. Maybe I can give
her a little something." Harvey's leer was worse than the old man's.
"It's okay Alice. He's a friend. You want to help my friend don't
you."
"Get away from me. I hate you." Alice snapped.
"That's not very friendly." Paul gripped her harder and twisted her
arm until she had to lean over.
"Let go of me or I'll scream!"
"No you won't. What would you tell anybody?"
Alice had to think. She had just fucked Paul before she found out he
was a creep. She knew the law didn't protect s-sluts. She had been his
slut. She told herself and began to cry.
"Let me go. Please. I just want to go away. I'm ruined." She pleaded.
"Hey there girlie, that's not true. You are beautiful." Harvey talked
softly. He cupped her low face with his hand and patted her cheek.
"You have such a lovely mouth." He said, his hand trembling slightly.
Paul's free hand creeped between her thighs from behind.
"We are your friends and we just want to share something with you."
"What?" Alice asked fearfully.
Harvey's crotch was very close to her face. She heard the zipper come
down before she saw his fat hand tugging the grip, exposing his
bulging cock behind his jockey shorts.
Alice gasped. "No. I beg you." She felt two fingers work their way
into her vagina. They prodded the soft flesh stroking her outer lips
into rigidity. She felt her clit harden and her breath rose and sank
heavily. She was feeling that urge again. She knew that begging only
made them more anxious to degrade her. There was nothing she could do.
Harvey unbundled his prick from the obscuring material. It ballooned
out and smacked her in the face. "There you go girl. Meat fit for a
queen! Doesn't it look delicious?"
Looking down his shaft filled her with dread. So close, it looked like
a giant sausage. It swayed gently rubbing on her cheek and lips. It
smelled like a warm hot dog and its eye hole peered back her with a
bemused smiling crown.
Paul's fingers stole into her pussy. His ministrations began to loosen
her thoughts.
"See, we aren't hurting you at all. Just look at Harvey. He really
needs you now. He got really hard watching us. Don't you think you
should help him?"
"Oh please, let me go." Alice looked hopefully at the two of her
captors. Once again Paul's fiery fingers probed sweetly into her
pussy. It charmed her flesh to where she could not bear to fight it.
"Are you sure you want me to let your drooling cunt go? It's so
vibrant and slick. Even now it twitches merrily at my touch. You could
forego this promise, my sweet baboon?" Paul spoke with a smooth
tongue.
"N-no." Alice couldn't help herself anymore. Even the nature of
Harvey's fat cock seemed to change before her eyes as her newly
ignited pussy demanded all that Paul could give. It became a ripe
fruit of passion. waiting to stroke her lips and tongue.
At a nod from Harvey, Paul's fingers stilled in her cunt.
"Oh, please don't stop." Alice cried softly, defeated.
"Then it would please you if I stroked your warm pussy flesh more?"
"Yes. Please."
"Then you must please Harvey. Look how hard and in need he is."
"Come now Miss Alice. It needs you as much as you need Paul. Aren't
you willing to give as you wish to receive?" Harvey chuckled and
winked a Paul. Alice's hungry look was obvious to them.
"Please, more." Alice whimpered.
"Touch it first, kiss it, or..." 
"Okay." Alice didn't want to hear her alternative. She closed her eyes
and leaned forward pressing her lips gently on the fat cock head.
Immediately Paul's hands pressed into her pussy and rubbed her clit
gently. A flash of delight rippled through her body. Her mouth opened
involuntarily, and Harvey advantageously slipped the head of his cock
between her warm, blushing lips.
"Like a greased whore." Harvey said to Paul.
Alice was beyond their taunts. Her slobbering cunt drove sheet after
sheet of pleasure throughout her skin, and her brain was lit like a
flare. As Harvey pressed more and more of his huge dick into her mouth
she gulped it down like sweet meat.
"Fabulous!"
Paul could not contain his bulging cock. Even before the last inch of
Harvey's prick gulletted into the wanton librarian he fisted his own
ruddy flesh and pressed its head between her ass cheeks seeking the
watering spring of her cunt.
"Now suck it." Paul commanded and he drove his cock into her.
"Alice choked on the fat morsel in her mouth, in response to Paul's
renewed intrusion. She grunted joyously and clamped her puffed lips
upon Harvey's pressing dick.
"Harder." Harvey ordered. He forced his prick back out as she dragged
her teeth upon it, and then he stuffed it back into her face.
With Paul's cock plunging rapidly into her cunt from behind, she
sucked Harvey greedily as he sawed his meat between her lips.
"God, her cunt is like a volcano." Paul had gripped Alice's firm ass
and plugged his piece into her drenched pussy.
"She could suck a watermelon out of a faucet!" Harvey wiped his
sweating face. Alice was giving him the best cocksucking he had ever
experienced. His cum was about to be forced out of his dick without
his consent, yet he desperately wanted to hold out longer. "What kind
of hose monster are you, bitch?" He stared in awe at Alice stuffed
full of his thick prick.
"Jesus, this is the second coming!" Paul grunted. He split her ass
wide and dug a finger into her asshole. Alice nearly jumped, but
instead she began to convulse as her second enormous cum filled her
brain with cannon blasts and thunder.
Paul's cock leaped inside her one final time and blasted her cunt with
gallons of white hot cum lather.
Harvey bucked mightily trying to hold off but the crazed librarian
pulled on his dick with the force of a vacuum and his wad of salty goo
shot out of his prick and filled her mouth cavity until spurts of pure
cum ejected from the edges of her lips.
They all sagged together down onto the cold metal floor of the library
van.
Alice lay beneath them, feeling their cocks sag against her quivering
skin. The last of the cum dribbled down her ass and back. She couldn't
get herself to move.
Then without a word, Paul and Harvey exchanged glances, pulled their
pants back in place, and stepped victoriously out of the van.
Alice shivered, naked, in the tiny aisle of her vehicle. She could
still feel the last pulse of her tremendous orgasm fluttering through
her. Everything had changed. Two complete strangers had fucked her and
forced her to suck a cock, and she had loved every minute. In a flash
all the realization of her long forgotten needs flooded her brain.
As she tried to comprehend the surging feelings and thoughts, she
struggled up and grabbed her discarded clothes.
What was I doing? I was mad. She told herself. Like some horny animal,
she had serviced the aggressive males of her species, and every moment
had been delicious. She had never experienced such a raw force of
nature. She had always thought she was above such barbaric cloys, but
it had found her anyway and proved itself her master. What was she
going to do?
Praying nobody noticed, inside the van she raced to wipe the spurts of
cum drying on her skin and drag her clothes back on. Then she
scrambled into the driver seat and gunned the engine into life. With a
screech of tires she leapt the van back onto the street and headed for
the library.

With a jolt she halted the large van into it's reserved space before
the grand entrance of the city library. The books almost flew off
their shelf. She grabbed the two crates of books to return and she
hustled inside the one place she could feel absolutely together.
The solemn atmosphere and reverent stacks helped her tortured mind
relax just enough to remember to deliver the books to the appropriate
receiving station, and then she walked quickly to her tiny office and
locked the door, after hanging her `on break' sign outside.
She pulled the shade over her small window and slumped down in her
hardwood chair trying to bring her thoughts back into focus.
Alice tried to tell herself she had been wickedly abused and forced to
perform horrible acts. The whole day seemed like a devious plot to
drive her insane with sex. First she had overheard two women fucking,
then a demented black boy had frightened her to fondle his youthful
prick. Afterward, that horrid old man had extorted her to reveal her
naked tits and cunt to him. Then finally, Paul and then Harvey had
seduced her and reduced her to a quivering, soulless bitch begging to
be fucked and suck cock. And she had found it all to be so horribly,
incredibly, satisfying. What was she going to do? Already the memory
of her ordeal lit new sparks in her twice fucked cunt. Soon her second
run of the day would begin, and she didn't know what she might be
capable of. Perhaps she should call in sick, but the responsibilities
placed upon her were a badge of honor. She never shirked the duty she
had come to love. In quiet quandary, she lay her head upon the desk
and closed her eyes from swelling uncertainty.
Her first clear thought was she thought she could smell her slimy
cunt. Her panties were drenched with Paul's cum and her own juices.
She took a deep breath through her nose and sighed. The wet garment
was useless and irritating. She was forced to take her pants off once
more and tug the undergarment off her legs. There was a knock at her
door.
"Alice?" Mrs. Beacon rapped lightly. "Your break is up."
"Yes, ma-am. I'll be right out." She grabbed for a skirt she had
brought from the cleaners yesterday, and she kicked the musty panties
under her desk.
"The student help have reloaded the van. People are waiting." Mrs.
Beacon treated books with even more feverish religion than Alice. She
was a widow of ten years and her second husband was the entire
library.
"Yes ma-am." Alice repeated for her superior. A flash of crude wonder
made her imagine Mrs. Beacon being seduced inside the library van and
forced to serve the lust of two men. A vision of the older woman on
her knees sucking one man's bloated dick and taking another from
behind in her pussy hovered in front of her door. Her own cunt began
to respond at the thought. There she was, half naked, and a fire crept
into her pussy, she imagined more of the two men abusing her older,
but still curvaceous boss. She wanted very much to put her fingers in
her cunt and make herself cum, but the stern woman outside was not
going to leave until Alice returned to her duties.
"Um, I'm changing. I'll be out in a second."
"What a ridiculous thing to say. Alice, come out this minute! If I
have to use my key I will."
"Okay, but I warned you." Alice smiled at her own defiance of the
older woman. She was really going to get the skirt on and leave the
office, but first she had to press one finger into her cunt and rub
her distended clit. It felt so good!
Suddenly, before she could react, the click of a key in the door lock
sounded and the door was flung open.
Mrs. Beacon's prim, calculating face glared at her for a second then
it washed over with shock. "My heavens, what are you doing?" She
stared uncontrollably at Alice's hand busying itself at her crotch.
Alice snatched her hand away and crossed her legs in surprise.
For an uncomfortable moment, Mrs. Beacon met her eyes with an odd look
of recognition before saying. "Uhh, uh. I have to go now." She pulled
the door back shut and as she hurried away, her high heels tapped
loudly on the wooden floor.
Alice finally pulled the skirt over her naked pussy, and she almost
ran out to the van. She desperately tried not to think of the
ramifications of that awful incident. She jumped in and roared back
onto the streets.

It was all she could do to keep her mind on her next task. A small
company had just closed down and wanted to donate its library for a
tax deduction. She simply had to load their books and bring them back
to the library. With all her mind set to the purpose she refused to
think about what would happen to her when she returned.
As she drove, there came a rustle from behind her.
"Excuse me, but you didn't give me a chance to get out." A teenager,
wearing thick glasses and a hopelessly unfashionable button shirt and
jeans staggered up from behind and steadied himself on the empty
bookshelves.
"Oh, my goodness!" Alice peeked back at the boy. "I wasn't even
thinking."
"Well, just take me back."
"I'd rather not." Alice feared her return suddenly. She tried to make
an excuse. "I can't be late to collect the books, and I already am."
"But I have to get back to school. Chemistry's next period." The boy
whined in a geeky sort of way.
"Look, I can drop you off here or you can ride with me and help them
load the books."
"You've already gone too far. I'll never get back in time if I
walked."
"Well I'm sorry, but that's the way things are." Alice said in a
unusual determined voice.
"Oh darn!"
Alice could see the boy's chemistry class was important to him. It was
rare to see someone so dedicated to their education.
"Hey, it won't be so bad..." She started, then she noticed the boy was
peeking down her blouse in a ridiculous attempt to appear he wasn't.
"I-I could use your help." On a inspiration she consciously adjusted
her blouse so the vee was a little more open. The boy looked away,
flush with embarrassment, but when she didn't say anything he began to
look into her top a little closer. His thick glasses hovered over her
shoulder.
Alice blushed. She was using sex to persuade the boy, but she didn't
want to go back to the library until her last job was done, and she
could sneak away from Mrs. Beacon. It would give the older woman one
more day to think it over before she fired Alice. She turned and
smiled at the red faced youth.
"That's okay. I guess you deserve something for having been kidnapped
by me."
"You're going to take me back, aren't you?" The boy asked in an
endearing innocent way.
"Of course silly. I'm sorry for taking off so suddenly." Alice needed
to keep the boy from demanding she return him. As she tried to keep
her attention on the road, the idea of a boy looking down her dress
began to reawaken the rudely dispersed hunger in her pussy. Once more
she blushed, but she found herself saying. "If you wait until we get
the books, I wouldn't mind if you touched me."
The boy's jaws dropped open and he couldn't speak. Alice giggled.
"Silly, what's your name?"
"Norman." The boy stammered.
"Well, you're very nice, Norman. I'm Alice." The urge growing in
Alice's pussy seemed to control her voice. She was already breathing
hard and she could feel warm wetness seeping into her cunt lips. "Do
you mind waiting?"
"Uh- no!" Norman jumped. His eyes greedily locked onto her bulging
tits and the chasm between her rounded mounds beneath him.
"Thank you. You're so sweet." Alice smiled at him and at her next
opportunity to pay more attention to him, she took his hand and guided
it to her shoulder. She wanted to let him figure out the rest without
pressuring him. Alice wasn't at all sure what she wanted, but her
burning pussy seemed to claim her actions as well as her voice.
"W-what if someone should see?" Norman asked timidly.
"What are they going to see? This van is much taller than cars." She
answered hopefully and continued driving. "We'll be there very soon."
Norman seem to come to a conclusion quickly, but he moved his hand
with nervous timidness. After a couple seconds, Alice could feel the
boy's warm hand reach into her blouse.
"That's nice." She encouraged the boy.
"Norman didn't speak. He stroked it carefully as if it might break.
"If you like you can keep doing it until we get there." Alice
reassured him and she calmly turned a corner to make their journey
longer. Her pussy was dripping with juice and she could hardly control
herself from putting one of her hands up her skirt.
As she turned to look at Norman her eyes met his crotch. He had to
lean over to reach down her blouse, and his cock was filled with
passion and strained out through the material. Alice was suddenly
afraid. She had been controlled by her own new and unfamiliar desire
for sex, and here was a teenage boy, a good boy, touching her breast.
Perhaps he had read her mind and he pulled his hand out of her shirt
and stepped back.
"Aren't we almost there?" He said nervously.
"Uh, yeah." Alice's cunt burned with remorse at his hand's departure.
She fidgeted on her seat trying to rub her clit through her silky
skirt. It ached as if sex were suddenly a mandatory function. Alice
bit her teeth together and drove her van into the company's parking
lot.

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