0 comments/ 32668 views/ 4 favorites The Janitor By: CanisMajor Most times when you're in the restroom, people come and go and you think nothing of it. You're there to just get your business over with so you can get back to your life at the point you hit the pause button. I'm one to work a little later than my coworkers. The janitorial staff has seen me on a near nightly basis. Of course I see them through the day, too, but they really get to the dirty work when the bell tolls 6pm, when most everyone has left for the night, or in the case of this night, the weekend. Practically all of the janitorial staff is Latino -- I'm not being racist here, just telling the truth -- and most of them are younger, arguably late 20s to early 30s, and most are also women. It was not odd to be in the restroom and hear knocks on the door -- one of the lady janitors needing to get in and close the restroom for cleaning. This night I was at the office a little later than normal, and as tends to happen at various times through the day, the need for the restroom arose. I locked the desktop on my computer and ducked away to the restroom. I glanced around on my way there and noticed that no one else was on the floor -- everyone had left for the weekend. Thankfully the restroom wasn't closed for cleaning -- I hated having to duck to another floor to find a restroom. While attending to bodily affairs, I heard the door to the restroom open. Odd, I thought, as no one else was on the floor, so it must be a janitor. They didn't knock or yell in asking if anyone was in, so I figured it was one of the male janitorial staff. I finished up a few minutes later and flushed and proceeded out of the stall. Looking over at the sink, I saw one of the younger women on the janitorial staff sitting against the edge of the sink. Her jeans were pulled down to her ankles. Seeing no panties in her jeans, I wondered if that was her regular approach to apparel. Her right leg was resting on the counter, spreading her wide, her pussy plainly visible while her jeans were still hanging on her other leg. Her fingers were moving into, out of, and around her pussy, which was surrounded by a small bush. Her collared shirt bore the name of the company contracted to keep the building clean, and I could see her nipples standing out against the fabric. "Is she not wearing a bra?" I thought to myself while also wondering how she didn't hear the flush. Her long, dark Latina hair was pulled back into a pony tail -- still somewhat scraggly but still shiny enough to reflect some of the overhead fluorescent lighting. Her eyes closed, moans softly escaping her lips, she was clearly lost in her own little world of ecstasy. I found it difficult -- nay, physically impossible to move further toward her. Part of me wished I could stand there all night just staring at this beautiful woman who was clearly enjoying herself. She was bold and confident, to say the least, and I half wondered if I would've been able to wash my hands and leave without her even noticing. "Do you need help with that?" I asked, breaking her out of the masturbation-induced spell that had enveloped her. Her eyes came open with a shot, bright green irises hidden by now enlarged pupils staring right at me with a look of panic and fear. "Oh my, I'm...", she seemed so panicky she couldn't keep words together in sentences, "I'm so sorry." She started moving quickly to bring herself back into a more normal composure. I walked to the basin that wasn't previously blocked by her leg and washed my hands (with soap) while still hearing her apologizing to me. I dried my hands and looked over at her, and seeing her bent over, it appeared she hadn't yet figured out how to get her leg back through the leg of her jeans. I knelt down beside her and put my hand on her shoulder. She stopped what she was doing and looked me dead in the eye, tears partly welling up around the panicked look still present. "Calm down," I said to her, half expecting her to actually do so. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she kept muttering under her breath. I tried for several more minutes to get her to calm down, telling her that I wasn't offended by what I saw. Surprised, yes, but offended, definitely not. She looked me in the eye, "So you liked what you saw?" "Very much so," I responded, "now stand up a moment before you cramp your legs trying to rush." Both of us stood up and she leaned back against the counter. She was not able to succeed in getting leg back through her jeans, so she left her jeans down around the one ankle. She was breathing a little hard, struggling to let out some laughter while her face lay in her palm. "Oh my God," she said, "I..." She looked over at me, her breathing still somewhat labored, her chest clearly moving with each breath. "I...I'm so sorry about this." She put her head back in her palm, letting out a small laugh. "I don't know what came over me." I leaned against the sink next to her. "Apparently something for you to go that far." She looked over at me. "I just walked in here and suddenly got the urge to play with myself." She glanced down my body, noticing that my cock had grown a little hard. "And you do seem to have enjoyed what you saw." As a matter of reflex, my dick shifted slightly in my pants, causing my crotch to become momentarily more prominent, similar to how each breath makes her chest more prominent, pushing her breasts against the fabric of her shirt. "Well it's not often things like this happen." It was all I could think to say while standing next to a half-naked woman in a men's restroom. She glanced over at me, reaching her hand to my crotch, passing her hand over the growing difficulty in my jeans. I remained silent, waiting to see what she would do as my dick traitorously and instinctively twitched under her passing hand. Looking to her face, she seemed almost like a curious teenager discovering something new and taking her time to explore it. Without a word, nor an objection, she took hold of the zipper tab and motioned it toward the floor. The bulge in my underwear sprang through the opened gap. She ran her finger along my dick, tracing its outline beneath my underwear and giggling as she watched it flinch with her touch. She didn't move from her position against the sink while she casually and intently explored my crotch. Without a word, and again without an objection, but with precision and some stealth, she pulled loose the button on my jeans and slid her hand behind my underwear where she found and stroked at my hard cock. Not removing her hand for a moment, she stepped before me, her jeans still hanging off the one ankle, her green eyes looking into mine. I could feel her breath against my neck as she looked me in the eye, "Now about that help you offered..." Before I could respond, she pulled my pants and underwear to my ankles. My hard cock sprang out of hiding into full view. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and gave the tip of my dick a long, wet lick. I could feel the muscles in my cock tightening up as her tongue slowly grazed across the fleshy and sensitive head, making me wonder if I was going to cum just from that one lick. Unfortunately that one lick is all I would feel of her mouth. She stood up and leaned against the sink facing the mirror, her legs slightly spread as she started rubbing her pussy with her hand. She reached her hand out and wrapped it around my dick, slightly tugging on it, leading me to her, leading my hard cock to her wet pussy. I brought myself behind her, my hard dick pointing the direction it wanted to go, almost as if it could sense the pussy before it. Slowly it proceeded into her waiting hall of sex, going as deep as could be allowed. I worked up to a rhythmic pattern, working my dick in and out of her pussy, which worked moans periodically from her lips, signs of progress toward what she ultimately wanted. She lifted herself a little more upright and in one swift motion removed her shirt and set it on the counter. Looking across her shoulder at the mirror, I caught sight of her breasts as they bounced to the rhythm made while I fucked her pussy. I slowed the fucking so I could wrap my hands around her breasts. Smooth, firm mounds of flesh, they felt warm in my hands. Her nipples were firm, yet still somewhat soft. Her breasts were almost the perfect size for my hands, not large, but not small either. I pulled out of her pussy -- she let out a discontented moan. I pulled her body back against mine and turned her around. I leaned in to kiss her lips when she put her finger against my lips, stopping me and leaving me momentarily confused. I watched as she first sat against the counter, then pulled herself onto the counter, leaning back toward the mirror, legs spread, exposing her pussy for a much better view. I removed her jeans from her ankle, taking care of that annoyance and allowing her better opportunity to hold her legs against the counter, the soles of her shoes providing some grip against the edge. She pointed her finger toward my face, then to her pussy. Using her jeans as a small cushion on the hard tile floor, I knelt before the temple. I wrapped my arms around her legs as she extended one to my shoulder and pulled me in, leading my lips to hers. I let my tongue between my lips and lay the tip of my tongue toward the bottom of her pussy. Just poking the tip of my tongue between her lips, juices flowed out a little. Letting some fall onto my tongue, I slowly licked my tongue up her pussy in one smooth stroke until I got to her clit. I slowly dragged my tongue from back to tip across her clit, watching as the muscles in her pussy seemed to clench in a fashion similar to my dick's reaction to her tongue as moans escaped her body. When the tip of my tongue reached her clit, I held it there a moment, hearing her moan a little louder. I pulled my tongue away -- she let out another discontented moan. I stood before her and she looked up at me, her green eyes wanting me to eat her more. I moved my dick toward her pussy and used the juices oozing out to lube my piston for its work. I pushed my cock deep inside her pussy, then started working myself back into a rhythm. She seemed to be almost floating on air as I held her legs while she lay back on the counter getting fucked, her tits almost punching her in the face as I pushed my dick into her pussy as she attempted to use her arms to brace herself against the mirror. She pulled herself up and wrapped her arms around my neck, riding my dick up and down and trying to not compromise my hearing as her moans and screams of ecstasy made it to my ears. When I was approaching the end of my run, she pulled herself down from my body and the sink and started stroking my cock over the sink. As my orgasm hit its breaking point, she concentrated her fingers around the head of my dick, making it feel much more intense as I squirted my cum into the sink. She turned on the water faucet as she stroked the last few drops from my dick. I collapsed forward slightly, my arms bracing me against the sink, a clang ringing into the sex-filled air as my wedding ring collided with the countertop. I looked down at my left hand, a hit of gold glistening in the fluorescent lights. She put her left hand on my shoulder, the glint of her wedding rings catching my eye through the mirror. I looked over at her as her emerald green eyes looked back up at me before she whispered, "No one ever has to know." The Janitor It's early in the morning and nobody is in the office yet. I've finished cleaning up when I see your desk and chair. I envision you sitting there, working away in a flurry of activity, totally oblivious to my stare. Your huge tits practically spilling out of your top. Such a fucking tease always getting men aroused whether it's on purpose or not. I'd love to show you what I can do with my hard tool and a hot slut like you. I know you like it. I can see it in your eyes, in your smirky smile. The way you put a pen in your mouth and draw it out between your sucking lips. Before I know it my cock is straining against my dickies work pants. It's almost as hard as the mop handle in my hands. I can't help myself tonight with the lunar powers of the full moon messing with my head I feel the need for release. I go over to your chair and kneel down. I pin my nose against the fabric and inhale hard and long, flaring my nostrils to collect every single scent that might be trapped in the fibers of that seat. I smell perfume, musky scents maybe even some ass. My cock begs for release and I give in. My underwear is soaked with precum from my drooling cock as I squeeze it and watch the large drop emerge from the tip and run down to my finger. I lick the salty drop from my finger imagining it is your tongue lapping it from me. I take another inhale from the place where your sweaty, horny cunt sits several hours everyday. Ignored by you and everyone else but probably just as wet as my cockhead and just as horny. I imagine your soaked pantys riding up between your puffy swollen lips slipping into your sopping slit, pulling tight, drawing down on your erect clit. It's trying to peek out its head for a bit of attention too as you work away in your own puddle of lust. How long can you ignore it before you have to go to the bathroom and jam 2 or 3 fingers up your steamy hole while you furiously rub your stiff clit until you spray you hot pussy juices all over the toilet and tile floor. Your lip almost bleeding from your clenched teeth holding it trying to suppress a squeal or a long drawn out moan. I sniff again, my knees aching from kneeling but I don't care. I pump my fat drooling cock as I begin to lick your seat to try to taste your hot cunt. I don't care how ridiculous I look knowing full well this is as close as I will ever get to your slick fuckhole but I'm too far into it to stop know. I can feel my balls shifting into position to let loose the torrent of cum that's been building in my balls since I started thinking about you several hours ago. I wanted to follow you out the door at the end of your shift. Your big ass swaying from side to side in such a seductive manner I was almost hypnotized. As if it was calling me to run up behind you like a slobbering mindless drone to do with as you pleased. I would do as I pleased though squeezing your fucking hot ass cheeks through your tight skirt, running my hands down the backs of your stocking-clad thighs, squeezing and molesting your body until I lift your skirt, bend you over, tear your panties to the side and plunge my red cockhead into the seething depths of your horny, leaking sex. With a fistful of your skirt I'd hold you in front of me and fuck your cunt like a big black bull just released from prison after 20 years without some sweet pussy. But instead I'll have to settle for my fist and your stanky chair seat which is enough to get my horny cock off. Which I am about to do as I feel it boil in the base of my cock getting ready to fire. In the heat of the moment your chair becomes a surrogate pussy. I get up and rub my cock against the fabric as if feeling you pussy fur. Telling you how I'm going to cover you in my fucking hot cum. My fist slows to controlled short pumps as I hold still, savoring the orgasmic buildup, knowing this little trick will make me shoot hard and far. The first blast fires from the end of my cock as my balls contract hard. A large thick rope of my steaming cum flies out landing on your chair to heavy I swear I hear it. Large drops flow off my fingers as the second blast propels out just as heavy and thick as the first. My balls contract and my cock fires of several more volleys of my hot semen to join the rest, pooling on the place where your juicy cunt will sit right next to it tomorrow. The viscous white liquid begins to absorb into your chair turning into a dark wet stain. I ring out the last few drops and drag the tip of my cock across the fabric to wipe what's left onto your chair. I put my softening cock back into my pants pulling a rag from my rear pocket to wipe my sticky fingers. I give a half-hearted quick wipe across your seat when I notice the time. I hear a key turn in the front door as I hurry to grab my mop bucket and cleaning supplies. I just get everything stuffed into the closet and hurry back out to the front. Where you are taking off your jacket and purse preparing for the new work day. I bid you a good morning as you ask if I everything is OK. I tell you I had some extra cleaning to do and not to worry about your chair since I had to give it a quick cleaning due to a stain in the fabric. Letting you know that it would dry in an hour or two I say tell you good day as I slip out the front door. I push the door shut and look at you through the glass, looking at your chair and then at me. The puzzled look on your face makes me smile like the devil as I turn and walk to my car.