The Library Police, or an Old Tale with a New Twist
With a fluttering heart, student Tanechka Krasnova approached the library doors. How many times had she run in here, joyfully anticipating new discoveries! Only the strange looks from the librarian, Sergei Volkov, and his mentions of some "library police" sometimes unsettled the girl. According to him, accompanied by a mysterious smirk, the library police severely punishes those who lose or damage books. To Tanechka, it seemed like a silly fairy tale for little kids, but she really liked Volkov.
And now, of all things to happen — she had lost a book! How could she justify herself to him now?
Hesitantly, the girl approached the counter, placed
a hefty stack on it, the librarian habitually began sorting through them, marking the returned ones in the log.— Sooo… You still have the "Encyclopedia of Precious Stones," — he raised his eyes questioningly at Tanechka.
She blushed the color of her bright beret and lowered her eyes.
— Sergei Arkadievich, you see…
— What is it, Tanyusha?
— I… you see, I… It happened accidentally…
The girl's timid stammering was interrupted by the librarian's insinuating voice.
— You don't mean to say you lost it? — Tanechka's eyes filled with tears.
— Y-yes… it seems… But I… will pay, or buy another one, or…
— First, you'll have to meet the library police, my dear! — he quickly came out from behind the counter, grabbed the bewildered girl by the elbow, and dragged her behind the shelves. There, he quickly glanced at his watch, scanned the shelves, and pulled out some worn-out volume.
— I have a lunch break in ten minutes, — quickly flipping through the book, he squinted slightly, — So you'll pay for the lost book. First, like this, — a bright photograph appeared before the girl's face — a woman on her knees was taking a huge male member into her mouth. It clearly caused her discomfort, her eyebrows were plaintively arched, tears in her eyes. Tanechka nervously swallowed.
And the librarian turned several pages.
— Let's continue, I think, like this, — another photo — a girl was bracing her hands against a wall, and a naked man positioned himself behind her, — To be precise, like this, — the next photograph was even worse — the member was entering the victim's ass! The girl's breath caught, and her virgin hole, threatened with something similar, fearfully clenched.
But the fiend didn't let up.
— And I always finish like this! — the next photo was a close-up of a girl's face, covered in tears and streaks of whitish substance.
— Ser-ser-gei-gei Ark-arkadevich-ich… — Tanechka bleated.
— What Sergei Arkadievich? Lost the book? Lost it. I am the library policeman, dear. And you'll pay with me!
The girl sniffled.
— I'll do everything, Sergei Arkadievich, only… Not now…
— When then? Just don't feed me that line about periods. The place they come from doesn't interest me, — Volkov leered obscenely and slapped Tanechka on her round bottom.
— Today, ouch! — she rubbed the injured part of her body. — Just not in the library, but at my place… And we'll have more time. — and she smiled as meaningfully as possible.
— You learn fast. So, this evening.
In the evening, a car was already waiting for Tanechka at the library. Sitting down, she barely endured how he proprietarily squeezed her breast, and gave the address. The plan, which initially seemed vague, was taking on clearer and clearer contours…
She was incredibly glad that her former classmate Zhanka had agreed to help.
In the apartment where she led the strict "policeman," it was dark. But Tanechka knew exactly where everything was and within a few seconds of impatient groping, she managed to blindfold Volkov. Pretending to play blind man's buff, she led the librarian, who was beginning to lose patience, into a lit room, where she winked at Zhanka, and together they deftly shackled Volkov's outstretched arms with fur handcuffs from Zhanka's rich arsenal. She had been practicing BDSM for several years now and had collected a whole collection that took the modest Tanechka's breath away.
— Hey, what are you up to?! Immediately… — but immediately the voluptuary's hands were raised up with the help of a thin chain.
Tanechka sat down in an armchair and languidly cooed:
— Payment will be made, dear… But on my terms… — meanwhile, Zhanka deftly pulled down his pants and underwear, the librarian shuddered. The girls did too — when they saw Volkov's endowment. Even the experienced Zhanka's eyes widened, she licked her lips and gave Tanechka a thumbs up.
Taking off his shirt with his hands shackled was no longer possible, but Zhanka, without a second's hesitation, took a knife and shreds flew to the floor to Tanechka's insinuating commentary:
— I hope it's not more expensive than that book, dear? In any case, you'll receive payment today for everything…
— Hey, hey, enough… we've played and that's it. Tanechka, I was just joookiiing… — but Zhanka, clicking her heels, was already stroking Volkov's tense body with the tip of some black thing. What it was called, Tanechka had no idea, and couldn't ask — they had agreed that Zhanka would remain silent so Volkov would be sure they were alone in the room.
The professional swung, there was a light whistle and…
— Aaaaaah! Are you completely f… — hearing such words from the librarian's mouth was very unusual.
— Tut-tut-tut, such language in the presence of a lady… — Tanechka's voice was drowned out by a new cry, a bright red mark remained on the librarian's taut behind, and another, and another. He howled and cursed with such intricate idioms that Tanechka covered her ears. Finishing the execution, Zhanka didn't let him relax, her nimble fingers grasped his member and Volkov groaned. His impressive organ assumed a battle stance, the man froze.
— You see, you like it all, dear… It's very noticeable on you, how much you like it…
— Yes, yes… Untie me — and you'll like it even more, you little mischief-maker…
Tanechka didn't answer, she felt embarrassed watching how confidently Zhanka played with the male endowment. Sergei groaned louder and louder, and when the warm female hands released his member, he sighed disappointedly. And Zhanka had already taken a small tube and was now gently stroking the man's pumped-up behind. Then her slender fingers slipped between his buttocks — he twitched.
— Don't even think about it! Don't you dare, I said! Aah, you bitchhh… — what the professional was doing now, Tanechka could only guess, she didn't want to watch the details at all. But she was surprised that the man's member stubbornly stood erect, despite the unfamiliar and frightening actions. While Zhanka was selecting a terrifying-looking artificial phallus, Tanechka pulled herself together, approached the dreamer, and whispered in his ear.
— This is your favorite kind of sex, isn't it, or did I misunderstand you? — she even dared to run her fingernails over the librarian's sweaty body.
— Uh… I… — but he was rudely interrupted, his mouth expertly sealed with a ball on straps. Now he could only moan and writhe.
— Relax and enjoy, — Tanechka purred in his ear.
The Mistress approached the man from behind, spread his buttocks — he moaned, unsuccessfully trying to break the chains. She made a sharp movement, the moaning turned into a muffled scream, his face turned crimson. Tanechka even felt sorry for him. Obeying an impulse of this pity, she clasped his member with her palm, also surprised that her fingers barely closed around the thick, tense shaft, and began slowly moving her hand, trying to match the rhythm of Zhanka's movements. She nodded approvingly, not stopping.
The girls got carried away, their victim moaned from the pain in his stretched rear, then groaned with pleasure when Zhanka interrupted the torment and began working on the thick member with her skillful tongue. From this sight, a sweet spasm gripped Tanechka's lower abdomen, she watched spellbound, involuntarily licking her dry lips. Zhanka caught her gaze, nodded, inviting her. Tanechka made up her mind, approached, crouched nearby… Before her face swayed a tense shaft with a large crimson head. The man's groin was smoothly shaved, the musky smell intoxicated her head. She cautiously licked the head, enveloped it with her lips, trying to imitate her skillful friend. Zhanka showed with signs for a few more seconds what to do, then nodded and positioned herself behind the poor librarian again. He shuddered, moaned, from a sharp thrust his hips jerked, and Tanechka's mouth was filled with a firm male member of such size that her lips tightly enveloped it, and she could barely breathe. The member began moving in her mouth, she could no longer tell if it was Zhanka doing it or if Sergei himself was moving between her and the professional. His moaning grew louder, but there were no longer notes of pain in it. Suddenly he jerked sharply, a spicy stream gushed into Tanechka's mouth, she fearfully released the member from her mouth and semen splattered her face.
The professional Zhanka noticed this, pulled out the phallus, and the exhausted man hung in the chains.
She shook her head disapprovingly, seeing Tanechka about to wipe her face, then unclasped the handcuffs, removed the gag, and sat Sergei down in the armchair, making him quietly yelp.
Zhanka hugged Tanechka around the waist and tore the blindfold from the librarian's eyes.
He raised his head, stared at the girls.
— Meet, dear, — Tanechka said quietly, — this is my friend, Strict Jeannette… She helped me… settle accounts with the library police…
— Perverts… — was all Sergei could squeeze out, shifting his gaze from the Mistress, clad in black latex, to the modest student, whose face was drying with his semen.
— But I love you, bitches… I've never had such pleasure before!
— Then take a shower, and we'll continue, — Zhanka winked at him. Tanechka blushed to the roots of her hair, nodded, and began to undress.