The Janitor
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A cheating girlfriend seeks refuge in the janitor’s room. The caretaker knows how to help a hiding devious senior college tart....
I saw Marcus in the distance in the locker hallway.
Oh damn, I said to myself, not here, not now.
I mean I had cheated on him and he had found out last night. I had dreaded school today. Though I suspected the usual male double standards, it was okay for him to cheat as a guy, but not me. I would be labelled a senior college slut by lunchtime. How could I keep my head up?
I couldn’t scoot into the girl’s loo; it was farther along the corridor, behind an approaching Marcus, who thankfully hadn’t seen me yet. The only exit available, on my immediate left, the Janitors room. Old Cawthorne was probably scrubbing graffiti off a wall somewhere, I hoped. Luckily the door was unlocked. I sidled in and closed it behind me.
I had that sense of utter relief and exhaled deeply, once. So you must understand my surprise when I heard a deeper more satisfied air release behind me. Of course I turned around. Cawthorne must have done a Dorian Grey because boy did he look really young.
“Well I take it you’re hiding” said the Janitor, who I realised was a sub. A really hot sub. Tall, chiselled jaw and cute chest hair through the open top buttons of his work shirt.
“Yeah from my boyfriend”
“Why?’” he asked, looking me up and down, and there was plenty that was worth looking at. My great shaved legs, toned thighs, short plaid school dress, crisp white short sleeved shirt that was hugging and shaping my D cups and my soft blue eyes and high brunette pony tail.
“Because I cheated on the cheater” I blurted.
“Oh so you like to cheat” said the Janitor. Then added, “You’ve come to the right place, I like cheaters.”
Oh I liked cheating too.
“Let me keep you safe” he said, locking securely the door behind me and pinning me to the wall, where I wanted to be pinned.
He was moving his hands to my most needy spots very quickly. At this moment quick was good. Speed was of the essence. Fast was exciting. I was still on my racy just escaped Marcus high.
His mouth was enjoying my mouth. Two wet expanses exploring each other rapidly. One of his hands, the grubby bugger was already inside my open blouse and under my bra cup and enjoying making my nipple hard. His other hand was suddenly under my skimpy skirt, under the elastic of my knickers and fondling around nicely with my wet pussy lips, then sliding a digit into my agitated slit. His aroused cock pressing into my thigh through his pants.
My tits were over my bra cups. Geez, did he lick my nipples quickly in turn. His hands were then squashing and squeezing my jugs together. All I could do was coo at the boob attention.
I was more than polite cooing as he dropped down and went under my skirt, yanking my panties to the side and getting his tongue lapping into and over my pussy like a thirsty dog. Wow, I was experiencing thigh shaking, maximum velocity cunnilingus. Lucky I had a wall behind me. I mean he was pussy hustling and it was mind blowing. My clitty enjoying the zoom and zip of his mouth down there. Fuck it was good. Cock requiring good.
I was suddenly face pressed to the wall. My knickers twisted over my arse cheek, my skirt flapping as a stiff hard dick banged straight into my soppy ready pussy. It was full throttle thrusting. A surging pushing pecker was pounding into me. It was flash fucking like I had never experienced. I had the want and I had the darting cock. At this rate of pussy bludgeoning we were both high-speed climax bound.
His body behind me, jerked hard into my arse cheeks repeatedly. Fuck the old plaster wall got hairline cracks as my hands were spread high and open against the wall and then were slowly sliding down it. My mouth was open, gasping in new found heights of previously never reached pleasure. I was being fucked like I had never had sex before. Truly fucked. Pussy pummelled. Pussy pleased. Slut sated.
God he filled me with cum. Then as he finally eased out, our juices dribbled together down over the tiled floor. My nails I realised had scratched into and through the white paint work down the wall.
The bell for the next class sounded in the hallway.
“You better clean up and go” he said, offering me a box of tissues.
The lewd bugger watched me wipe between my legs and adjust my underwear. But hey I decided he deserved it.
As I went to leave, he said, “I’m rostered on at St Michael's every Monday.”
In my afterglow sex filled head and still satisfied pussy, I smiled and said; “Monday, it is.”
And I re-entered the school hallway, proudly strutty slutty. Not worried about handling Marcus or any other gossip.
I saw Marcus in the distance in the locker hallway.
Oh damn, I said to myself, not here, not now.
I mean I had cheated on him and he had found out last night. I had dreaded school today. Though I suspected the usual male double standards, it was okay for him to cheat as a guy, but not me. I would be labelled a senior college slut by lunchtime. How could I keep my head up?
I couldn’t scoot into the girl’s loo; it was farther along the corridor, behind an approaching Marcus, who thankfully hadn’t seen me yet. The only exit available, on my immediate left, the Janitors room. Old Cawthorne was probably scrubbing graffiti off a wall somewhere, I hoped. Luckily the door was unlocked. I sidled in and closed it behind me.
I had that sense of utter relief and exhaled deeply, once. So you must understand my surprise when I heard a deeper more satisfied air release behind me. Of course I turned around. Cawthorne must have done a Dorian Grey because boy did he look really young.
“Well I take it you’re hiding” said the Janitor, who I realised was a sub. A really hot sub. Tall, chiselled jaw and cute chest hair through the open top buttons of his work shirt.
“Yeah from my boyfriend”
“Why?’” he asked, looking me up and down, and there was plenty that was worth looking at. My great shaved legs, toned thighs, short plaid school dress, crisp white short sleeved shirt that was hugging and shaping my D cups and my soft blue eyes and high brunette pony tail.
“Because I cheated on the cheater” I blurted.
“Oh so you like to cheat” said the Janitor. Then added, “You’ve come to the right place, I like cheaters.”
Oh I liked cheating too.
“Let me keep you safe” he said, locking securely the door behind me and pinning me to the wall, where I wanted to be pinned.
He was moving his hands to my most needy spots very quickly. At this moment quick was good. Speed was of the essence. Fast was exciting. I was still on my racy just escaped Marcus high.
His mouth was enjoying my mouth. Two wet expanses exploring each other rapidly. One of his hands, the grubby bugger was already inside my open blouse and under my bra cup and enjoying making my nipple hard. His other hand was suddenly under my skimpy skirt, under the elastic of my knickers and fondling around nicely with my wet pussy lips, then sliding a digit into my agitated slit. His aroused cock pressing into my thigh through his pants.
My tits were over my bra cups. Geez, did he lick my nipples quickly in turn. His hands were then squashing and squeezing my jugs together. All I could do was coo at the boob attention.
I was more than polite cooing as he dropped down and went under my skirt, yanking my panties to the side and getting his tongue lapping into and over my pussy like a thirsty dog. Wow, I was experiencing thigh shaking, maximum velocity cunnilingus. Lucky I had a wall behind me. I mean he was pussy hustling and it was mind blowing. My clitty enjoying the zoom and zip of his mouth down there. Fuck it was good. Cock requiring good.
I was suddenly face pressed to the wall. My knickers twisted over my arse cheek, my skirt flapping as a stiff hard dick banged straight into my soppy ready pussy. It was full throttle thrusting. A surging pushing pecker was pounding into me. It was flash fucking like I had never experienced. I had the want and I had the darting cock. At this rate of pussy bludgeoning we were both high-speed climax bound.
His body behind me, jerked hard into my arse cheeks repeatedly. Fuck the old plaster wall got hairline cracks as my hands were spread high and open against the wall and then were slowly sliding down it. My mouth was open, gasping in new found heights of previously never reached pleasure. I was being fucked like I had never had sex before. Truly fucked. Pussy pummelled. Pussy pleased. Slut sated.
God he filled me with cum. Then as he finally eased out, our juices dribbled together down over the tiled floor. My nails I realised had scratched into and through the white paint work down the wall.
The bell for the next class sounded in the hallway.
“You better clean up and go” he said, offering me a box of tissues.
The lewd bugger watched me wipe between my legs and adjust my underwear. But hey I decided he deserved it.
As I went to leave, he said, “I’m rostered on at St Michael's every Monday.”
In my afterglow sex filled head and still satisfied pussy, I smiled and said; “Monday, it is.”
And I re-entered the school hallway, proudly strutty slutty. Not worried about handling Marcus or any other gossip.
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