I am a little cross with you. There's no room in my library for thuggish behavior like yours. I want to see you tonight so I can teach you some proper library etiquette.
The doorbell to her apartment chimes and silently the door opens. Paul hesitates and when he sees nobody in the hallway entrance, he enters, closing the door behind him. "Hello?, he says.The apartment lights are down quite low. It's silent as he cautiously steps further inside the luxurious apartment. The painting on the wall in the living room has him entranced when he hears her behind him. Towering in front of him, Dahlia strikes a very formadible presence in her custom taylored fetish latex pencil dress and her kinky Mistress high heeles. Like a deer in the headlights, Paul freezes. Dahlia locks him in her gaze before she says, "I am a little cross with you, Paul" He tries to stammer out an explanation when Dahlia silences him with a raised finger.
Dahlia points to the thickly carpeted floor and tells Paul that he will remain on all fours until he's told otherwise. "Follow me", she tells the pathetic man. Down the hall past a cavernous study and finally into a darkly lit bedroom he follows the undulating form ahead of him.
"Damn, this carpet burns my knees....................Those are the last words Paul remembers saying as he wakes up stretched out in a spread-eagle face-down position on Dahlia's twisted phone sex bed.
"What the....what's going on here?", Paul asks loudly now. Stretched taught across a slick dark coloured vinyl covered duvet, Paul tests the heavy leather cuffs wrapped around his wrists and ankles. "What the fuck's going on, bitch?!", Paul yells as he tries to control his panic.CRACK, Crack, CRACK! The cane leaves three angry red welts across Paul's buttocks. Searing white pain paralyzes Paul as his mind attempts to process the pain. Vaguely, in the distance, he hears Dahlia's voice threateningly reminding him of his thuggish behavior.
Like a spider, Dahlia with her long limbs clambers across the shocked man's heaving form. She hunches over Paul, her silky long hair cascading over his shoulders as her hot breath puffs against the side of his face. Dahlia's voice darkens as she tells Paul about the line that he has crossed.
Dahlia's slender, curved, latex, tabbo fetish phone sex strapon suddenly spreads Paul's plump ass cheeks apart and stops at the entrance of his puckered anal aperture. Eyes pop wide open as he realizes Dahlia's intentions. Paul starts to plead as Dahlia's long fingers quickly slide in between his lips and teeth.
Like a macabre clown, Paul's face is transformed by Dahlia's fingers firmly gripping his gaping mouth. The deadly phone fantasy latex clad librarian pulls the helpless man's head back as she plunges her smooth curvy hips down against his helpless form.Laughing wickedly now, Dahlia pumps her hips up and down against Paul's backside. Gasping and hissing through his outstretched mouth and clenched teeth, Paul receives his anal pummeling by the enraged and sexually charged Dahlia. Finally the tall woman erupts in an orgasm.
Paul ejaculates against the juice slicked vinyl underneath him as Dahlia climaxes against him with her strap-on buried deep inside the defeated man's rectum. Panting, Paul whispers thanks to Dahlia as she smiles down at him. Unbuckling a wrist-cuff, Dahlia musses Paul's hair and whispers in his ear, "I'll see you at the library tomorrow."................
