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 MF,FF,ds,role,race

   This story is very loosely based on a Lady I share with on ASSTR.  The
physical is very accurate, as yes she is a very beautiful Lady...  and very
perverted as well.  Enjoy!



   I hope you enjoy the story.  As always, I look forward to hearing from
you.  Any feedback is appreciated.  You can email me at
blade19545@yahoo.com with comments.  Again, I look forward to hearing from
you.

   This story is in no way based on any actual events, and is completely
fictional, as are the names and places, and should not be confused with any
person, living or dead.  This story is a fantasy; fantasy is fantasy,
reality is reality, please know the difference.  In no way is this story
meant to condone or encourage actual behaviors.

   Ms.  McCarty the Young Librarian Chapter One by Blade c November 2015

   "Buenos tardes, Senora Vasquez, como estas?"

   "I am doing fine Ms.  McCarty.  Thank you so much for asking." We gave
each other a light hug as Senora Vasquez made her way to a cubicle to get
on a computer.

   "You just have to lick up to those Mexicans don't you?" I had now turned
and I was looking at Mrs.  Smidt, the self-proclaimed judge and more of
people she did not approve of.

   "Part of my job agreement here Mrs.  Smidt is to learn to speak Spanish
better, and Mrs.  Vasquez wishes to get a better command of the English
language, so we try to complement each other.  I try and speak Spanish to
her and she tries to reply in English.  Kind of a win win situation for us
both in my opinion."

   "Well simple enough, this is America and the dirty wetback needs to go
back to Mexico if she can't speak English.  You do know that English is the
language of America don't you?"

   "Actually Mrs.  Smidt, there is no official language in the United
States.  Do you know how many countries there are in "America"?  Then I did
read a while back that only one of our fifty States has an official
language, well two actually.  New Mexico has two official languages,
English and Spanish."

   "OK everyone knows that New Mexico is a backwards state and most people
there do not even have running water.  So everyone here in America should
talk English and no other languages.  These people need to go back to where
they came from!  I can't stand all the dirty Mexicans that we have around."

   "So am I to think that they need to go back?  Did you or your ancestors
not come across the ocean on a ship?  So are the Indians supposed to quit
talking their tribal languages to appease you?  Maybe we need to go back to
where we came from?"

   "Well it is obvious that you are a wetback lover and no need to argue
with your ignorance.  Good day, I have computer work to do."

   With that Mrs.  Smidt walked off and found a cubicle and a computer far
from Mrs.  Vasquez.  Then I knew something that neither of them did.  Yes,
I will admit that I am quite young as to being the Head Librarian in a big
city like this.  Then I started working here at the tender age of fourteen
every summer and most weekends.  For whatever reason being a librarian just
got in my blood and I never had the desire to shake it.  Directly out of
high school I went to college to solely focus on getting my degree as a
Master of Library Science.  Once that was done I returned as an Upper Aide
for Miss.  Tate.

   Way before I went to work in this library Miss Tate was the Head
Librarian.  Fact is that she actually worked here for forty two years
before she opted to retire.  As she grew older and so many changes coming
in, mostly computer related, she opted to get out as she had no interest in
such nonsense, as she called it.  Her whole idea as to the library was
books and books were no longer the center focus of the library like they
once were.  She never married and the library was both her life and her
family so reluctantly she let go and stepped aside.  So now by the grace of
someone or something, not at all sure there, I am the Head Librarian.

   Then what I knew and virtually no one else knew is that in addition to
my Master's in Library Science along with my minor in Psychology I had also
developed a special knack for some obscure computer skills.  I went back to
my desk and booted up my computer.  Once the screen was up I typed in a
certain password and entered the world of VPN.  Another thing that no one
else knew is that I had configured every computer in the library for my
access.  Yes if you looked at who all was in the booths right now you would
see where most could afford a state of the art computer in their own home
and in their own privacy.  So why are these Ladies here?

   Clicking in to the computer I saw that Mrs.  Vasquez was on the site
that I knew that she would be on.  Then to check the computer that Mrs. 
Smidt was on; again the same site as I knew she would be on.  They were
both on the same website and "surfing".  Mrs.  Vasquez again searching to
find an older Lady to be the Dominant of, Mrs.  Smidt in search of a
younger Lady to Dominate her.  I became a bit damp when I thought of the
reactions once the two would get together.  Can one say surprise, surprise,
surprise Mrs.  Smidt?  I had other work to do so I changed screens and
tended to business.  Once I was at home I could go back and watch their
"conversations".  Too much fun in my opinion.

   I opted to stop at a local deli and pick myself up an avocado and papaya
vegetarian six-inch sandwich.  Sometimes I cook and sometimes I don't. 
Then tonight I wanted to do a lot of "exploring" on VPN.  I left the
sandwich on the kitchen table and then proceeded to my bedroom to do a
simple slow strip.  At a very young age I had found clothes to be a bit
cumbersome but with a good twist.  Most all of my tops were long sleeved,
thus I kept my milky white skin nice and soft for others to touch.  I stood
in front of my full length mirror and smiled at myself.  I almost always
wore my red hair in a bun at work and today had been no exception.  I let
my hair down and shook my head a bit to loosen up my hair and my mood
continued its slow ebb into the gutter.

   I lifted both hands and caressed to breasts over my clothing.  How I
loved to be slowly and seductively taken like that.  I could feel my
sensitive nipples becoming aroused under my bra.  I undid the top two
buttons of my blouse and watched as my top opened slightly to display some
cleavage.  I was enjoying watching me seduce myself and was really craving
the touch of a Lady.  My mood being what it was, I could not make up my
mind as to whether I was wanting a young one to slowly corrupt or enjoying
the pleasure of an older Lady.  One like Adele, or Mrs.  Johansson as I
knew her, who taught me the ways of Ladylike love in the stacks during my
Junior year in college.

   Next another button and then on down until all of my buttons were undone
and my light blue bra was exposed and holding up my perky 34 C's.  I undid
the buttons at my wrists and allowed the blouse to slowly slip off of my
back and onto the floor.  I kicked off my brown loafers revealing my knee
high silk stockings.  Undoing the belt on my trousers I spread my legs a
bit to hold my pants up.  I unzipped my pants and stuck my hand in to see
how moist my crotch area was.  Hhhmmmm, I lightly hummed to myself, nice
and damp and the evening had not even begun.  I undid the button of my
pants and allowed them to drop to just above my knees.  I slid my hand into
my matching panties and using my middle finger I ran it up and down my slit
so enjoying the sensations that I was producing.

   I stepped out of my trousers and got closer to the mirror.  Shaking my
hair free again I saw the look of lust deep in my own eyes.  That's it, I
told myself.  This Saturday I would venture to the next city and visit
Bert's Basement again.  It was in an older part of town in a rundown
warehouse district that was being rejuvenated via City funding.  It was
definitely a hardcore dyke bar with plenty of action and a lot to choose
from.  Last week I had gone dressed in my best schoolgirl outfit.  I had my
hair tightly braided and of course I was wearing my favorite pair of Mary
Jane's, and plain over the knee white stockings with a plaid tarlatan
skirt. No panties, as I would be giving free "snap shots" to all those
wishing to see what I had to offer.  I had an ultra sheer and tight blouse
that accentuated my breasts and of course I did take my black faux leather
handbag with my ID in it.  Seemed like every time I donned my schoolgirl
look everyone in the place thought I was a poppa.  Of course once I was
admitted in I had the attention of many, all the way from the lipstick
lesbians to the solid leather bull dykes.  I so enjoyed being wanted by
such an array of femmes and me being able to pick the one I wanted most...
or at times more than one.

   I took off my bra and panties and walked to the closet and pulled out my
over the knee black leather boots with the six inch stiletto heels.  Going
to my dressing drawer I opened up the second one and pulled out my strap-on
and watched the ten-inch cock in the mirror.  I stroked it just like it was
a real one.  Yes!  Saturday and back to Bert's Basement and wearing my best
leather and packing, I told myself.

   That being done I returned to my front room and booted up my computer. I
was quite sure that tonight I would be "studying" more, as well as learning
more.  I was quite surprised as to how crisp the bread and the sandwich
tasted along with a good dash of extra napkins.  I went through several
sites as I ate my sandwich and hemmed and hawed at what I was seeing.  Does
anyone get it anymore?  I asked myself.  I tuned in to some of the VPN
sites that I was involved in.  The sandwich was good and really hitting the
spot.  Checking out a few of those sites, I kept thinking, like the lame
brain dead on here.  I switched to my number ONE sight, which I always
saved for last for various reasons.

   The site had gotten quite a few hits as well as responses in the last 24
hours.  I was very pleased with that, as starting up a VYN is not an easy
thing to do.  I scrolled backwards and read the latest posts and continued
to laugh a bit.  Once reaching the posts by Mrs.  Smidt, I almost had to
laugh out loud.  Then going to the one's that Mrs.  Vasquez had made, I
knew there would be an outstanding meeting of the minds.  Mrs.  Vasquez was
looking for a Lady just like Mrs.  Smidt as her next conquest and Mrs. 
Smidt needed to be put into place by a Lady like Mrs.  Vasquez.  I sent
them both an anonymous email as I was so wanting to get the two together.
Actually I felt that they needed each other for all the wrong reasons.  I
was continually finding myself stroking my fake meat and dreaming up what
the weekend would have in store for me.  Then how would I get those two
Ladies together?

   We now had close to one hundred members in my FemDom club, with
profiles, and it was growing nicely.  I scrolled down the list and saw
where many were from the same city or nearby towns.  I went and hunted down
my cell phone and made a call.

   "Angie this is Liz, sorry to bother you so late at night but I have a
proposal for you."

   Angie was one of my friends from this underground world that I liked to
live in.  Her parents were very wealthy and in the upper crust of status
around town.  I had had the pleasure of spending many evenings with both
the mother and the daughter although neither knew about the other, which
was my secret now.  Angie had come home on summer break from college and
was co-managing one of her dad's hotels in town.

   "Hey Liz good to hear from you.  I have so been meaning to call you the
last couple of days.  What's up?"

   "Remember the private suite that you were telling me about that was all
bugged and had the hidden cameras and such?"

   "Sure.  What's on your mind, you nasty thing you?"

   I went on to explain a bit.  Angie liked the prospect of what I was
telling her.  A few minutes later I heard her finally say, "OK it's a deal
of sorts.  How about I go by your place around seven tomorrow evening?  We
can work out the details and maybe we can slumber around your bedroom."

   "Hhhmmmm, that sounds divine.  Actually I'm packing right now.  Tomorrow
you want to be giving or receiving?"

   "Actually I just got some new toys today, maybe we can try them out on
each other tomorrow.  See you then.  Kisses."

   We both hung up and I shut the computer down and went to bed to tease my
clit and get it ready for a steamy night tomorrow.

   Waking the next morning, before opening up my eyes, I slid my hand
between my legs to feel and sample my sex.  Using the tip of my middle
finger I ran it from the bottom of my slit all the way to the top and
against my clit.  It was a bit tender from the hours of soft teasing that I
had given it the night before.  Then the slight throb only reminded me of
how badly I needed to release.  Oh why Angie couldn't be here in bed with
me now and neither of us wanting to do anything else all day other than
pleasing each other?  I threw back my covers as I knew that I had a busy
day ahead of me.  On the floor were my boots that I would be wearing again
tonight and most likely on Saturday as well.  My strap on was on my bed.  I
looked at the leather and the bright chrome buckle holding the rubber
penis. Mmmmm, I thought to myself.  Just how big is Angie wanting to go
tonight and will she have her backdoor available as well?  I hoped so as I
so enjoyed lightly spanking her bubble ass as I pounded it.

   My hair in place in a bun and my glasses cleaned and adjusted, I grabbed
my mug of hot tea and the unfinished bagel and headed out the door to face
the new day.  Things were a bit busier than normal at work which kept me
occupied and my mind out of the gutter.  Soon enough I found myself
clocking out for the day and heading towards my car.  Not sure as to supper
tonight I opted to stop at a local mom and pop grocery specialty type of
store.  I bought us some cheese and sausages and a bottle of wine.  Snacks
to keep us going but not too filling plus a pre-celebration of sorts as I
explain the why of us getting a room that was bugged and wired.

   Opening the door to go in my phone went off and it was Angie.  My
immediate thought was she was going to be a no show.

   "Hello Angie I am just walking in the door.  Hope you aren't telling me
about a change of plans?"

   "Oh no Liz I am so in the mood, it has been far too long since we have
shared a bed.  Just wondering if you need for me to take something over for
our supper tonight?"

   "Actually I have been thinking maybe as to snacking at what you have to
offer between your legs, exchanging some slow, soft kisses, and then maybe
pounding your bubble butt a bit.  Sounds like a full course meal to me."

   "You are such a nasty tease Liz and I can't wait.  But I have not eaten
all day."

   "I picked up some snacks that will get you through the night and don't
worry I will have some dessert for you in bed.  Now hurry and get your ass
over here, my pussy is waiting on you."

   "Thank You sounds so good to be wanted every once in a while.  Be there
in about fifteen minutes."

   I put the food in the bags on the kitchen table and went into my room
and admired myself in the mirror.  The simple conservative librarian was
now to change into the slut of a lesbian lover.  That simple thought was
enough to get my juices started.  I went to undo the bun on my head and
opted to wait.  Again looking in the mirror I watched as a slow evil grin
took over my face.  I was in a Dominant mood and I would "allow" Angie the
honors of stripping me.  Back in the kitchen I took out the cutting board
and went to work on the sausages and cheese.  I was opening up the bottle
of wine when I heard someone at the door.  As expected it was Angie and a
bag of goodies in tow with her.

   "Hey I thought you were all in the mood and here you are still all
dressed up."

   "Tsk tsk, now be a good Girl and go to my room and strip and then meet
me in the front room.  I believe you are going to need a lesson or two in
caring for me tonight."

   Angie leaned closer and gave me a kiss; we exchanged tongues and I
pulled away.  Before I could "scold" her she looked me in the eye and
smiled.  "You are always full of surprises.  I think I am really going to
enjoy the evening.  Do I leave the toys here or what do you want me to do
with them?"

   "Go put them on the dresser in my bedroom.  I will wait for you in the
front room."

   Angie did as directed, and I made my way to the front room.  I could
feel the moisture between my legs and felt like I was going to light on
fire.  Oh gawd!  I told myself.  How I am going to enjoy tonight.  I found
a seat on the corner of the couch and put myself facing the doorway, legs
spread a bit like the proper Lady that I am.  I could hear the sound of
heels on the kitchen floor and Angie soon appeared in the doorway with a
lusty smile on her face.  I was a bit surprised by what she was wearing but
enjoying it as well.  She was all dressed in white, like on her wedding...
or virgin taking night I preferred to think of it as.  White four inch
shoes with open toes.  White silk thigh highs, going up to a silk garter
belt.  I could see her slit glistening in the light as she must have been
as horny as I was.  On top she had a half cup lace bra on that put her D's
on view for all those interested.  Then she topped it all off with a short
transparent evening gown.  Yes, I told myself.  Angie you definitely need
to be taken.

   I lifted one leg up and Angie took the cue.  She walked forward and
knelt and slowly removed my shoe and then my knee high stocking and then to
the next foot.  Slowly and seductively for the next twenty minutes Angie
completely undressed me, at times offering me one of her D's to munch on,
at others bending down to lightly suckle on one of my pert C's.  Once I was
totally undressed Angie stood and asked what she could now do next.  I
instructed her as to the food and such on the kitchen table.  I watched and
devoured her as her nice ass shook a bit and she walked out the door. 
Quickly she returned with a full tray and gently put it down on the coffee
table.  Kneeling next to me she handed me a glass of wine and took one for
herself.  She would make me a combination of a cracker and maybe sausage or
cheese and hand it to me.  Then she would take one for herself and then
stare into my eyes.  We finally went to talking and right away we got to
the subject of why I was interested in the room.

   "Wow!  I think it's kind of far fetched, the notion of you getting those
two together and on those terms," Angie told me.

   "Yes I know it won't be easy but I so want to see Mrs.  Smidt put in her
place and actually humiliated and degraded like she needs to be.  She is
such a pompous bitch and she really rubs me wrong."

   "Well what about the other Lady?"

   "Mrs.  Vasquez is a real sweetie and yes she really needs to get her
fantasy filled on several levels.  Then this would just up her pleasure
knowing that it is Mrs.  Smidt who she will be objectifying."

   "When Mrs.  Smidt finds out who the other Lady is, what if she refuses?"

   "She won't know until the last second...  actually neither will know if
I can pull this off.  Then should Mrs.  Smidt say no and refuse she will
never be in another group that I am involved in or monitor.  Then something
tells me she will find it too good of a deal to refuse.

   "My outfit for the evening is on my bed.  Now go get it and dress me
properly.  Pick out the dildo you want so that I can take your ass later
with it." With a smile and a smirk Angie stood up.  "Yes Ms.  Liz.  As
directed, I will be right back."

   I lifted myself a bit and sat back into the corner of the couch.  The
fire burning between my legs had been burning much too long and the heat
was growing as my mind revisited the gutter.  Yes, I was in a more Dominant
mood as well as a bit meaner mood than usual.  And I was wanting to blame
all of that on Mrs.  Smidt as the bitch was continuing to piss me off. 
Then I knew that the next hour or so of a hot sex exchange between Angie
and myself was just what I needed.  I looked up as I saw Angie walking into
the room.

   "Well since you seem to be full of giving orders tonight should I dress
you Liz?  Or is it Mistress Liz now?"

   We both got a good laugh out of that and I quickly went back at her. 
"You know that I would never be a Mistress.  Too much sex, so many
different ways to really define me, but hey I am enjoying this bit of role
play.  Want to continue with it tonight?"

   I watched as Angie licked her upper lip and smiled.  With somewhat of a
faked southern drawl she spoke as she laughed.  "Why Mistress Liz, I
thought you would never ask.  My Lord this just must be my day."

   Again we both laughed and Angie went on her knees and pulled out one of
my black silk stockings and began putting it on.  She made eye contact with
me and was not breaking it.  Angie knew what she had and she knew that her
beautiful face could be so alluring when she wanted it to be, and this was
one of those times.  I sat back and relaxed, really enjoying Angie taking
the time in dressing me like the Mistress that would soon be fucking her
holes.

   With another giggle I heard her voice again.  "Well pooh, little Angie
needs for Mistress Liz to stand so that I can finish dressing her properly
so that Mistress Liz can punish me with an ass pounding...  if you don't
mind Mistress Liz."

   Angie's drawl was pathetic and we both knew it.  I was not much into
role play but I had to admit this was all a lot of fun.  Actually the only
thing left to be put on was the garter belt which I quickly stepped into.
Tightening it snug around my waist and watching Angie clip it to my thigh
high stocking, I watched as the rubber cock dangled in front of her mouth.
As I knew Angie, I knew that she could not resist the temptation.  I
watched as she used one hand to steady it while her tongue flicked and
sucked on the imaginary precum that was not there.  Angie looked up and our
eyes made contact.

   We both smiled at each other and Angie stood and we wrapped our arms
around each other like two long lost lovers.  Our tongues found each other
as I reached my hand behind Angie's head and pulled her closer.  I could
smell the mixture of sex in the air as we were both passionately wanting to
share each other on many levels.  I leaned and we both softly tumbled onto
the couch and our hands went to groping.  I reached for Angie's D's and
Angie reached for my soaked honeypot.  I could not get my tongue deep
enough down Angie's throat and she seemed to be having the same problem as
hers speared in and out of my mouth.  The intensity just continued to build
until we both found ourselves gasping a bit for breath and sharing a light
sheen of moisture on our bodies.

   Breaking the kiss and embrace I stood and took a step towards my
bedroom. Angie stood and without being told squeezed my hand and followed
as we walked into the bedroom.  As I walked to the side of my bed I felt a
slight hesitation as Angie stopped.

   "Liz." This time I knew she was dead serious.  "Can I get the new
compact vibrator that I bought?"

   "Whatever you want sweetie, I want this to be a night to be remembered
by us both." I went and laid on the bed as I heard the paper rustle.  Then
I found Angie by my side and her embracing me again.

   "Liz I want to get fucked and fucked hard by you.  I am serious, do what
you may and take control.  I really want to let you do as you wish with me,
just promise that you will fuck my holes hard and give me an orgasm to
remember."

   Before I could respond I heard the light buzz and then felt the smallish
vibrator against one nipple and then the other.  I was already on fire and
this was just stoking the flames.  I reached behind Angie's head and took a
small clump of her hair in my hand.

   "So you want it hard and you want me to control you huh?  Well get on
your knees and present your holes to me.  Then use the new little toy of
yours on your massive tits and your throbbing clit, only you cannot cum
until Mistress Liz tells you that you can, do you understand that?"

   Kissing the side of my neck and then nibbling on my ear I heard Liz
whisper into my ear.  "Oh gawd Liz that sounds so fucking hot!  Take both
holes and pound them please."

   I did not respond as Angie was now on my bed and her ass in the air and
legs spread like the good whore that she was tonight.  I reached down to
touch Angie's slit and I felt where no foreplay would be necessary.  I
wiped a bit of her cum juices and used them to lube the rubber cock.  I
then put the fingers to my nose and smelled her dirty sex and loved the
aroma I smelled.  Then I inserted the two fingers in my mouth to suck the
juices off.

   "Are you gonna just stand there and tease me Liz or are you gonna fuck
me?"

   I was in a nice sexual frenzy of sorts and savoring every second of it.
I took the thick rubber cock in my left hand for aim and used my right hand
to balance on Angie's bubble ass.  As the tip of the cock slowly parted her
pussy lips I felt her suddenly surge back and a swallowing type of sound
coming from between Angie's thighs.

   "Oh gawd I needed that!  Now fuck me hard!  Remember you promised Liz."

   Not sure how but Angie had just stoked the fire a bit hotter again.  I
reached forward with my left hand and grabbing a bit of Angie's hair I
lightly tugged on it.  I heard a nice gasp followed by a light moan. 
Angie's ass began to rock a bit as an initiation to let's get the show on
the road.

   "OK you asked for it bitch now take this!" I plunged the rubber cock in
as deep as I could get it and pulled her hair tight in my hand.  I held
tight and steady for a few seconds and released her hair; again another
moan only this one not as soft.  And then the fuck fest began.  Angie had
not picked the biggest dildo nor the smallest, but this one was about eight
inches long and a bit thick by most standards.  Then with her sopping hole
she continued to produce enough lube to allow it to attack her cervix at
will.

   Although the pounding was hard and deep I did get to maintain a rhythm
and was able to now implement a nice light spanking as her ass worked the
rubber cock in and out.  Reddening one cheek of her ass I switched hands to
concentrate on the other cheek.  As the intensity of the light spanks hit
Angie's ass so did the intensity of her burying the cock in her pussy.  I
could feel light drops of sweat rolling down my body and see Angie's in a
light sheen of sweat.  As the fucking continued I was now enjoying the
light pounding my clit was taking as it would rub against the backside of
the rubber cock held on by my strap on.  Suddenly Angie quit almost in mid
stroke.  She dropped her head and I could hear her trying to grab her own
breath.  I thought I had best do the same as I was a bit spent as well. 
About a minute later Angie finally spoke.

   "Liz if I haven't worn out that rubber fuck meat you have been using on
me, ram it in my ass and let the show continue."

   I drew a deep breath and withdrew the dildo from Angie's sopping pussy.
Aiming the head, this time at Angie's dark and puckered asshole, I took aim
and slowly slipped it in.  I really enjoy my share of anal sex but I also
know that going slow initially is best.  Finally it was in up to the hilt.
Slowly Angie began to rock and I tried to find her rhythm.  It did not take
long.  Angie had spent many a night as well as afternoons as sex buddies
and bed partners.  It was always such a pleasure knowing what your partner
may be expecting and how to deliver.

   The smooth rhythm continued and the pace intensified as well.  As my
body had a coolness as the sweat had melted off, I soon found it returning.
Then again I was feeling the light pounding against my clit and realizing
my need as well as desire to cum.  I tried to make each pound a little
deeper only to be joined by murmurs from Angie.  I knew that she was at the
edge now as was I.  I know I found myself using my nails on Angie's back as
I would want to pull her in and out and tighter each time.  The mumbling
was growing louder underneath me as Angie was so in need of a release.

   "OK my little whore, are you ready to cum for Mistress Liz?" I asked
with a smile as I swung my head back, so enjoying the moment.

   "Yes Mistress Liz, poor `ol Angie is sure wanting to spit more cum
juices out of her worthless holes.  May I use my new vibrator Mistress
Liz?"

   We both chuckled a bit and I instructed Angie.  "Only if you cum long
and hard and prove to Mistress Liz what a dirty little whore that you are."

   My response was the buzz of the vibrator as the intensity on us fucking
went up another notch.  It had been a long time since I had fucked this
long and hard.  How I had missed those marathon sessions like we use to
have.  I was on the edge of cumming myself but I was not sure if I was
getting enough physical stimulation even though the mental and oral
sensations were great.  As I was pondering my situation I heard Angie's
moans transfer into loud gasps as she went to mumbling loudly.

   "Oh damn this feels so fucking good!  Can I please cum Liz?  Please let
me cum I am so in need of a good hard release."

   I am not sure if she was going to cum with or without permission as I
was replying, "Yes you can, you dirty little whore."

   I heard the loud shrills coming from her voice and the even harder
pounding against the rubber fuck meat.  After about thirty seconds of this
Angie just kind of froze and dropped her head onto the mattress.  I was
gasping for air as I slowly pulled back to release the dildo from Angie's
puckered ass.  With a light plop I heard it exit and then felt the slimy
cock as it went against my leg.  Angie rolled over on her side and I joined
her both of us face to face.  We gently kissed in a slow passion as the
embers of our love making were dying off one by one.  I felt Angie pull
away from me a bit and slowly slide to the foot of the bed.  With a slight
nudge she had me on my back.  I peeked a look at her as she was taking the
rubber cock in her hand.

   "Oh my gawd, Liz I owe you big time!  That was so fantastic.  You have
no clue how badly I needed the stress relief, my job at the hotel has
really been getting to me lately." With that she followed with a nice moan.
"Mmmmmmm oh how I love the mixed flavor of my pussy juices and my ass
juices together." Angie began to slurp on the dildo and lick it clean.  I
just laid on my back and was marveling at how good it felt sharing some
time with Angie, who tonight was my little whore and so proving it.  I felt
the side buckle on my harness coming undone and then Angie pulled the
harness and strap on off.  Then she backed up a bit and began removing my
over the knee boots.

   Wasn't she becoming an accommodating and dutiful whore?  I told myself.
Not realizing that I was now totally undressed I felt the flicker of
Angie's tongue against my inner thigh.  I relaxed even more as she allowed
her tongue to do a slow dance from thigh to thigh until it made contact
with my throbbing clit.  Yes!  I told myself.  Now I am going to get the
relief I have been wanting and craving the last couple of days.

   I was at the edge and beyond so it didn't take but a couple of minutes
before my hands were burying Angie's mouth and tongue hard and direct
against my pussy and clit.  Angie knew her business and was proving it so
now.  I went to humping and bucking as I tried to force Angie even tighter
into my flesh.  Soon I was gasping and letting out moans and then releasing
loud moans of pleasure as Angie ate me into orgasm heaven.  I couldn't take
anymore.  I rolled over and closed my eyes as I tried to find my breath all
the while mumbling, Thank you, Thank you, Thank You.

   I was awakened by the sound of a flushing toilet, followed by the
clicking of heels on the bedroom floor.  The dim light from my bathroom
shed enough that I could see the silhouette of Angie in the night.  Then I
heard the rustling of paper as she was putting something back into her bag.

   "Angie are you going?" I said with a sigh.

   "Yes sweetie, I have to.  We have a big dinner party planned for tonight
at the motel and I need to bust butt and be there early in the morning. 
Then Thank to you, I will be with a lot less stress and feeling in a much
better mood tomorrow."

   "I was hoping that you would have wanted to spend the night."

   "I do want to Liz but business calls.  hey we still have to do some
planning for the two old Ladies.  So perhaps a rain check and we can pick
up again?"

   "Oh yes I would definitely like that."

   Angie leaned over and gave me a soft warm kiss on the lips.  I felt the
blanket as she placed it over me.  "I will let myself out.  Now get some
sleep."

   I heard the door close and as I drifted back to sleep I did not think
that I could have gotten up and let Angie out.  What a marvelous session, I
told myself before the deep sleep took over.

   I knew that I had over slept as the alarm woke me.  Actually I was not
late but normally I "beat" the alarm by about five or ten minutes.  I laid
back and stared into almost nothing.  My only focus was on what had
transpired last night between Angie and I.  I had a really great time, I
told myself.  Then I was totally positive that Angie had thoroughly enjoyed
herself as well.  I was a bit mystified as to how far I had gone in being
"Mistress Liz".  Yes, it was fun but role playing is not really something I
do often.  Then I had to admit to myself that I did enjoy the slight bit of
power and control that I felt.  Again my mind went to conflict.  Was this
all because of how I wanted to see Mrs.  Smidt treated as she was
objectified and more?  I threw the covers off and dashed to the shower; a
busy day, as usual, was ahead of me.

   Walking into the library I was greeted by the one janitor as he finished
up the cleaning so that he could call his day over.  The lights were
already on and the computers needed to get started and they warmed up for
"business".  I went to my office and booted mine up and waited as I
contemplated the more important things of the day that needed to be done.
Once my screen was up I did my normal routine by starting with checking my
emails.  The usual dozen or so, some almost important, others not.  Then
there was the one from the mayor with the red flag, or urgency of sorts
like he likes to think: a reminder as to our meeting with the city council
next Tuesday morning to discuss the city budget and so forth.  As much as I
loved my dream job I could do without the politics.

   That done and the library still not officially open for another ten
minutes, I went to quickly check the VPN messages and other activities. 
Nothing seemed out of place as I "bounced" in to check on Mrs.  Smidt's
posting.  Yes, a bit of desperation I sensed as to her frustration in not
being able to find a younger Lady to serve and to be humiliated by.  Then
now I was going to Mrs.  Vasquez, as things seemed normal as she was a much
more methodical person in my opinion.

   I shut the computer down and as was my custom I walked to the front door
to open it and greet the small swarm of early bird library "loyalists". 
Everyone seemed to be in a good and cheerful mood as I was, so I knew that
today would be another positive one for me and my library.  The day went
normal as normal goes.  Yes an occasional computer down.  A book we could
not locate but did find in the wrong section.  I knew that I was beyond
blessed to have such a competent and loyal staff and I never let them
forget how appreciative I was of them.

   It was a bit after four when I noticed him walk in.  He did not swagger
or stick his chest out.  There was no arrogance to be seen either, although
he did seem to exude a lot of self confidence.  He had been here on other
occasions and seem to be the gentleman plus and very respectful and more
towards everyone.  However, in my mind something just did not click with
him.  With a smile and more he entered the booth that he seemed to prefer
and went straight to work on the computer in front of him.

   Being the nosy busy bee that I can be when it came to my library, I
pressed a couple of buttons and soon we were both on the same screen only
he would never know it.  He did know how to type and fast so my eyes could
not keep up with the passwords that he was typing in.  Not that it really
mattered as I was following him step by step and not to be outdone.  As I
assumed, he was on the VPN as well.  He was not "into" the groups that I
was, but he was still in what some may call "underground" groups.

   He ventured from one group to another, all with a common theme: older
black men and young white girls.  Actually that should not surprise me, as
I had found over the years an attraction of sorts for inter-racial sex, so
who am I to judge.  I had never really been with a black man and I had
nothing against blacks.  In high school and through college I was friends
with a few and actually had an interest in a couple of them as well.  Then
there was never the chemistry that I sought so I never pursued them or
really anyone, as I preferred to simply allow things to flow as they did.

   I was about to log back on to where I should have already been... 
taking care of library business, when he switched groups and typed in a
complicated password of sorts.  Up popped a group that I was not totally
familiar with.  Yes, I had seen many black and white groups for sex and
more than my share of older and younger, but for some reason this one
struck me a bit odd.  Although the name was not odd, it still struck
something a bit off key to me.  The name of the group was: "Older Big Black
Cock for Younger White Princesses".

   Right away the thought entered my mind, I hope this guy is not another
pedophile or such.  Our city had more than its share that and scandals and
more the last couple of years.  Then as I continued to look into the screen
I saw him jump from post to post and the occasional profile.  I always
marveled at how some of these people got their screen names.  Looking, I
could not help but say, yes a bit of imagination involved: Back2black,
Chrrynomore, Splitmeplz, and so many more.  Then he went to another part of
the group to make a post, or at least I thought that was what he was doing.


   Although I could not see he must have inserted a disk and was making a
download of sorts.  As the download was going on my anticipation was
growing; I could almost hear my heart beating.  Then it quit and simply
said loaded and he turned it on (saving me the problem) and the video
started.  Pictured was what looked like a young child's room, a female's to
be exact from the color scheme of heavy pinks and such, and so many stuffed
animals.

   Laying on the bed was a lady dressed in a set of pajamas and slippers
sucking on a pacifier.  Then not to mention the four inch pumps and a pair
of laced anklet socks.  The camera did a close up and she appeared to be in
her twenties with her hair in pigtails.  She appeared to be sleeping and
then got up to look at the door.  She said something but I could not hear
as I always keep my volume off to avoid any possibility of questions or
suspicion here at work.  Then my ears were working overtime trying to
figure out what she was saying.  The door opened and she stood up.  A black
man entered, yes the same one that was in the computer booth.  She ran up
to him and gave him a hug and pulled the pacifier out of her mouth.  He
took it from her and tossed it on the bed.  Then he started to undo his
pants and motioned her to kneel.  They were talking but I still could not
understand a word that they were sharing.  Talk about being mega
frustrated.

   A bright idea came to my head and I started taking photo snaps of him
when there was a close camera of his face.  Now I just had to know who this
black man was.  I figured with enough pictures and running a search through
google pictures one would match somewhere.  The young "girl" reached into
his pants and literally took out a black snake.  I thought that the rubber
cock I used on Angie last night was big but that was just a teaser compared
to what he was packing.  Without hesitation and with a big wicked grin she
began to devour it inch by inch.  This had to be the biggest cock I had
ever seen on a man.  My breath was getting short and my pussy was starting
to throb when I heard a knock on the door.  Damn the bad luck!  I shut down
the VPN and went to shuffling some papers.

   Looking at the door I said, "Yes come in."

   Apparently some idiot had stuffed some papers, typing paper none the
less, into one of the toilets in the Lady's bathroom and tried to flush it
but failed.  So here it was already a bit after six and I was finally
calling it a day.  It was the maintenance man at my door and he quickly
explained the dilemma and we went to work on fixing it.  No, you didn't
need to be a master plumber to unclog the toilet so mostly a matter of
mopping up the close to inch of water in the bathroom.  I had managed to
"save" a few of the papers that were flushed and now I was trying to
salvage them so I could do a bit of PI work on my own.  I wanted to figure
out who had created this mess and seeing the content and pictures of the
salvaged papers I now had a bit of a personal interest in it.  Then I
caught the maintenance guy peeking over my shoulder and heard his soft
whistle.

   "D'ayze a bit young ain't d'ay?"

   I was a bit shocked as well as embarrassed as the maintenance guy had
caught me kind of ogling at the pictures, along with the fact that yes they
were turning me on.  Spreading out the last one to dry I slowly turned to
face him.

   "Yes they sure appear to be.  Then we don't need anything about this
getting out do we?  Remember the last time they had a similar scandal here
at the library, the protesters and marchers, all the super conservatives
and far off Christian groups showing up.  Remember the city cut back on
funding to the library and we had to lay some employees off?  Weren't you
one of those that got laid off?"

   "Yez, I waz Mz.  McCarty, waz pertn' ner a year afore I waz called back.
This pooh white boy n'er starved to death.  No Ma'am, Mz.  McCarty, we
dund't need any more of dat do we?"

   "No Billy Bob we sure don't."

   "I meanz in the privacy of yourz own bathroom in your own homz...  maybe
but not here just in public we dundt."

   Poor Billy Bob was about a nice a guy as you would ever meet.  His
command of the English language often times left a lot to be desired but
overall he was just a genuine nice guy.  Oh yes he was the butt of a lot of
jokes as well as racial slurs, even though he was white.  Some said he was
just a hick hillbilly from around Arkansas, and others said that he was an
inbred from deep in the Appalachians around Virginia or Tennessee.  Either
way I always thought that he was a good guy.

   "Well I like your way of thinking and yes in the privacy of your own
home it should be just that...  privacy.  Some people like to look at old
cars and stuff, some people like to look at pretty young Ladies, don't they
Billy Bob?"

   "Ya, you are so right, Mz.  McCarty, especially like me now my TV been
broke ner two months!  No more Duck Dynasty or rastling and such for me. 
`Course I only made it as far as the fourth grade and had to do thet twice,
and still ne'er got through.  So magazines wiff lots of pictures is what
Billy Bob likes best."

   I was now delicately picking up the papers to loosely carry them out. 
Officially the library was now closed because of plumbing problems and it
was just he and I in the building.  I went back to my office and got my
briefcase and carefully put the papers in along with some other information
like the home address of one Billy Bob Brown.

   "I'm going home Billy Bob, you got everything covered?"

   "I sure duz, Mz.  McCarty!  No need worry about `ol Billy Bob, he finish
here and lock everything up tighter `n a moonshiner's jug.  See ya in da
morning Mz.  McCarty."

   "Yes, see you in the morning as well Billy Bob."

   Walking to my car, my conscious was starting to bother me a bit.  I mean
ethically and morally and of course professionally, I should have turned
the papers over to the police for an investigation.  Then I was correct. 
If the press ever got wind of it another major scandal for the city as well
as the library.  We didn't need that.  Plus my nose was now going to sniff
out who the person may have been that tried to flush those papers down the
toilet.  Had it been me all alone, no problem.  But somehow now Billy Bob
may be involved, whether I wanted to admit it or not.

   On the way home I thought about supper and remembered that there was
still a bit of leftover sausage and cheese and crackers and about half a
glass of wine.  So that's settled, I told myself.  So now there were two
questions gnawing at me.  Who was the black man and what were his real
intentions?  Now I was a bit surer that he wasn't a pedophile.  Then I also
wanted to see the rest of the video and watch his black snake do some charm
on that "poor" young Lady.  No doubt she was far over legal age, just
dressed very young.  Then now the mystery of the fail to flush papers.  I
was pretty well convinced that it was a Lady.  Statistics were that more
females visit the library then males and it occurred in the Lady's
restroom. So again, it must be a Lady or another cross dresser, as we got
our share of those anymore.

   I went to my bedroom and quickly stripped this time.  Not my usual slow
strip that I so enjoyed to unwind.  Tonight I was on a mission or two.  I
opened the closet and grabbed my silk kimono type robe and put it on,
loosely tying the satin belt.  I liked how sexy the robe made me feel and I
liked it loose so that I could better expose myself.  Yes I know here I am
at home alone but the mental is great in my mind.  Taking the leftovers out
and putting them on a plate I remembered the wet papers.  Going to get my
briefcase I slowly pulled them out and gently laid them side by side on the
kitchen table to finish drying.  I would need to wait until they were
completely dry to do some closer observations.  Then yes the young Ladies
scantily dressed and "properly" spread were getting me a bit moist.  I
reached down between my legs and with two fingers took a light swipe across
my labia lips and tasted them.  I so loved how my sex tasted, much like
Angie.  I picked up the plate with supper and the almost empty bottle of
wine to go to the front room and search for the mystery black man.

   Once the laptop was up and running I checked into my VPN network and saw
a couple of emails.  They could wait, I thought.  Using my "universal"
password for the library computers, I logged on and found the site that the
black man had been on.  Once on there I quickly found his screen name,
Black Mambo, and went to his site.  Isn't it great not needing any
security? I laughed to myself.  His profile was a bit vague which I
suspected.  He had some friends, I will look at them later.  Picking up a
piece of sausage to nibble on I remembered the real human sausage from
earlier.  In his file he had saved the one video.  Well actually there were
seven so plenty to entertain myself with.  I brought up the latest one
which I assumed was the one that he had down loaded this afternoon.  I had
to giggle as to the title, "Little Mary Meets the Daddy Snake Charmer".  My
gawd!  I told myself.  Really?

   As the video began to play I sat back and spread my legs.  I reached
down for the bottle of wine and took a light sip and put it back down.  As
expected the video started exactly like this afternoon, only with sound
this time.  I heard the knock on the door and Mary (or at least I assumed
she was Mary) sat up from bed and asked in a very adult voice (couldn't she
at least fake it?), "Who is it?"

   "It's me, Black Mambo, your Daddy, checking on you little girl."

   I shook my head.  How "original" was it not?  Then soon they were not
talking, nor were they acting, they were having some very hot and rough
sex. You could see by looking at "Mary's" expression that she was very much
into and worshiping the big black cock and rightly so, I had to admit.  I
don't know where he found enough blood to get that thing erect, it was so
long and thick.  I kept visually trying to compare him to the ten inch cock
that I kept in my bedroom.  He appeared to be a bit longer and yes
definitely thicker.  My gawd, he was going to kill "Mary"!  I thought to
myself as I jammed two fingers into my wet pussy.

   By now I could see tears in her eyes as she was throat fucking herself
on his pole.  It was rough but she was inflicting all of the damage on her
own.  A bit rougher than I cared for but it was still a turn on to watch.
Later he flipped her on the bed and proceeded to fuck her between her tits
and jabbing his cock into her awaiting mouth and tongue.  Her tits were
about in between those of Angie's and me.  Although she did have rather
dark areolas and long nipples for a pale skinned girl.

   Then like the sweet innocent thing that she wasn't, she spoke to him. 
"Daddy wanna put your cock in your Daughter's cunny and check my
temperature?" "Open up baby, let your Daddy split you in two."

   Open wide she did, she must have been in acrobatics or a cheerleader at
one time as she did a complete split exposing a glistening cunt that looked
so inviting.  He went to mount her and she reached out and grabbed his
cock. Gawd, he was thick!  I told myself again.  She couldn't even get her
whole hand around his thick cock.  In a strange way I found this to be such
a turn on.  I will say that now he was basically a gentleman as he slowly
inserted it (or was he being a tease) and worked it in with short slow
strokes.  It probably took a couple of minutes before he had it about three
quarters of the way in.  By her moans and the juices on his cock you could
tell that she wasn't faking it.  Then he turned into a jack hammer and the
solid pounding began.  Then with her encouragement he went harder and
harder.  I kept thinking he is going to kill her.  He never got his cock
completely in her cunt; he came close a couple of times and I kept thinking
to myself, will she have a cervix left when he is finished?

   "Yes Daddy!  That's it!  Fuck your little whore of a Daughter!  Shoot
your nasty seed in me and breed me Daddy.  Are you going to make my belly
swell with our baby Daddy?"

   Of course this was all script, an agreed upon dialog and nothing real
about it.  Actually it almost repulsed me, then at the same time it was a
turn on as well.  Was my mind now conflicting or what?  This went on for a
few minutes more and they were both soaked in sweat.  You could tell that
they were both very much into the real fucking.  The black man stopped and
trying to be serious looked into his "Daughter's" eyes.

   "OK baby doll, Daddy has your temperature about right now in your sweet
little cunny.  Why don't you get on your knees so Daddy can check out your
back door?" I watched as she licked her lips and put on a big evil smile.
"Oh Daddy!  I just love how you spoil me." There was no need for him to
reply as she flipped herself over and used both hands to spread her ass
cheeks and invite his mammoth cock in for a visit.  From the looks of it
this would not be her first backdoor visit.  Then I was still not sure how
much of his cock she would be able to take up her ass.

   Again he was a gentleman and started off slow.  He was barely able to
get the tip of his cock in.  He pulled back and worked it a bit back in her
cunt, looking for some more natural lube I would assume.  After about a
minute he brought his glistening cock out and then slowly slid it into her
open and inviting ass.  Had it not been for the mammoth size of his cock it
would have been a routine cock in ass scene to me.  He kept going harder
and harder and deeper and deeper.  At times the camera would focus on
Mary's face and you could see that she was in bliss and so enjoying this
consensual raping that she was getting.  The face pictures of him were of
glee and a sweat covered body.

   "Sweetie, Daddy can't get deep enough to check you out properly.  Why
don't you get on your back on the floor so Daddy can drill a bit deeper."

   "Yes Daddy, that sounds so good.  Thank you Daddy, for taking care of
me."

   He pulled out of her ass.  The camera stayed focused there for a few
seconds and I marveled at how she maintained such a beautiful gape.  Mary
turned around and began sucking on his cock again.  She was eating all
around it and went to sucking on his huge sack of balls.  This may have
lasted a minute or so and she pulled back.

   "Ready to fill up your Daughter's ass...  oops I mean backdoor again
Daddy?  I'm such a slut aren't I Daddy?"

   She grinned the nasty grin and slipped off the bed and was soon up on
her shoulders, ass in the air and leaning against the bed, and her legs
split one hundred eighty degrees.  Now you could see a definite gape in
both her holes which I thought was so fucking hot, and the black Daddy must
have as well.  He stood over her and slid his cock into her open cunt for a
few strokes and then visited her ass to do the same.  This went on for a
few minutes and I continued to rub my pussy as I was really enjoying what
is usually boring porn.  Then he went to seriously pounding on her ass
going deeper and deeper each time.  It took a bit but he eventually got his
entire cock all the way in her and he was not letting her forget as he hit
her ass harder and harder, like a pump jack feverishly at work.

   I reached further down and I could feel my own juices had my kimono wet
and I wiped some from my ass cheeks and sucked my fingers dry.  My clit was
throbbing but I wanted to wait a bit.  The camera would go from the jack
pumping that she was getting to Mary's face and the expressions of pain and
desire mixed, but in a good way it seemed.  I could not believe the holding
power that he possessed nor could I believe how Mary was pounded so hard
and still wanting more.

   "Baby, Daddy has got a snack for you if you are interested?"

   "Oh yes Daddy, your slut of a Daughter wants to eat her snack."

   With that he pulled his long thick cock out of her ass and she was now
on her knees, mouth open and tongue out and wagging.  He grabbed his
massive cock and went to jacking off.  He probably hadn't stroked it ten
times when the first thick ropes of cum hit her forehead.  You could see
him slightly readjust his aim and the next one hit on "target", mostly in
her mouth and a bit on her chin.  He probably squirted another six or seven
times before her cum bath was over.  Now the camera was definitely focused
on her cum covered face.  A bit seemed to have hit one eye so I thought
that must burn, but she showed no sign of discomfort.  Like a good Girl (or
at least the way I was taught) she took his enormous but now semi flaccid
cock in hand, and began sucking and licking it clean.  Once that was done
Mary looked up at her Daddy.

   "May I eat my bedtime treat now Daddy?" By now I was torturing my own
pussy with light pinches and tugging on it.  I was so in the mood to cum.

   "Of course baby, Daddy likes feeding you special treats." With that she
began using a finger on each hand and was scooping up all his cum and
hungrily eating it all.  You could hear her moaning in delight and then her
saying, "Mmmmm Daddy, Thank you Daddy."

   Once she had cleaned and eaten all of her cum bath she got up and went
to lay back down in bed, now only wearing her four inch pumps and laced
ankle socks.  The black man reached over and covered her and pulled the
covers over her shoulder.  He found a small teddy bear and handed it to
her.

   "Here baby Girl, and sweet dreams."

   "Thank you Daddy, see you in the morning." She giggled.  Then her face
was smeared in mascara and she looked the worse for wear, but it was quite
obvious that she was very content.  The camera followed as he walked out of
his "Daughter's" bedroom, still totally nude, his clothes strewn across the
floor.  Then I did notice what a nice ass he had.  The camera now focused
on Mary in bed and hugging the teddy bear again with a mascara streaked
face.  She smiled and waved at the camera and pretended to go to sleep.

   The movie credits began simply enough: Black Mambo as Daddy Mary as the
Daughter.

   I was exhausted and I was spent.  I reached and took the final drink
from the bottle of wine.  I shut down the laptop and wearily stood up.  My
mind raced and I knew that I had a lot to do.  Well tomorrow is Friday so
the weekend to catch up.  I slowly made it to my bedroom with the intention
of finishing getting myself off and then getting a good night of sleep.

   I hope you enjoyed the story.  As always, I look forward to hearing from
you.  Any feedback is appreciated.  You can email me at
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