0 comments/ 15170 views/ 1 favorites The Grand Master Key Ch. 01 By: Decayed Angel Being a building super is a tough job, but it does have its perks. It took me a while to get the job, they need to have references and they actually check them when you apply for a job. The building I'm in ran a criminal background check on me and actually had a psychologist give me a number of tests of confirm my suitability for the job. After about three weeks of waiting, I was finally notified I had the job. The nice thing about it was that I got an apartment rent free. It was located in the basement behind all the beautiful façade, but the address was the same as all those swanky tenants on the fancy floors above me. My apartment was not furnished as nicely as the normal tenants and I had no balcony overlooking the city streets, but it was comfortable and I could even dress up in fine clothes and fool some people as I slipped in and out of the building. The doorman had to fight to keep from laughing as I passed, but he played along. Why not? I'd have done the same for him. Over time I got to know a lot of the ritzy tenants, you'd be surprised how friendly they can be to you as you plunge out their stopped up toilets, run your hand down their garbage disposals to clean it out and change out the dusty layers of their personal lives in the air conditioning filters. They won't shake your hand, but they will graciously say hello if we pass in the halls. They'll even introduce me to their friends as if I was one of their prize animals who just learned a new trick. Yeah, they're nice, but if I dare to look twice at their daughter on a visit back from college and I'm quickly slipped out the door. Of course I don't really mind, if it makes them feel better to float above me somehow that's okay because I do have one thing, one source of incredible power that I can wield upon them at any time. It's simply called the grand master key. If I ever chose to exact revenge for their treatment of me, ever wanted to slip into their private lives, ever wanted to fuck up what they have, I could do it with the simplest turn of a key. So whenever I get the metaphoric "Good dog pat on the head" in front of their friends or the frozen look of contempt when I look at a daughter, I remember the power I have and how I excercise the character to not use it. In a way, I think, it makes me a better person than all of them. Well almost all of them. I am human and yes, I have and still use the pass key, but it's more a matter of personal need and affection than any power trip or revenge I seek. Apartment Twenty-Three G, the tenant is an absolutely gorgeous blonde woman, has been my single failing. It started innocently enough as she pushed her laundry cart past my door on the way to the building's Laundromat. Watching her from a crack in the maintenance room door, I saw a single pair of panties fall to the floor unnoticed. Now a real gentleman would have grabbed then, taken a quick whiff and then happily returned them to her. No, not me, I waited until she was in the Laundromat and then I grabbed the panties and headed back into my apartment with them. Rushing to my bathroom, I pulled off my overalls, pulled down my jockeys and grabbed my hard cock. Thinking of her, just a few steps down the hall separating her wash, I pulled her panties over my head, positioning the crotch over my face and began to stroke my cock. With the panties positioned just right, I would flick out my tongue while still running my hand up and down my cock. My tongue would find the crusty dried spot on the crotch and her flavor would flow into my mouth. Once the panties absorbed a bit of my saliva, her fragrance would get stronger, more distinct and I could breathe her in and taste her while I imagined she was sucking my cock. It was like a dreamy sixty-nine as both of us tasted each other. Of course by the time I was ready to come, I had the entire crotch in my mouth as I sucked the last of her dried juices out of the silky soft fabric. I shot my come up onto my chest, spurting again and again, all the while tasting her pussy. After a few minutes, I grabbed a towel, wiped up my cum and pulled my overalls back on. I slipped out of my apartment and made sure she was still in the Laundromat before walking over near the elevator and dropping the panties on the floor. I quickly returned to the maintenance room and grabbed a thermostat I was tinkering with when I first saw her pass. Making it a point to be coming out of the maintenance room when she walked past I said, "Hello," and walked toward the Laundromat. Turning into the room, I looked back and watched her pick up the panties, look around and then drop them into her cart. As she disappeared onto the elevator, I knew I had to taste that pussy again. The Grand Master Key Ch. 02 After the incident in the basement corridor, I waited patiently for another opportunity to taste Twenty-Three G's pussy again. Of course it was sheer luck that the panties had fallen that one time, so I pretty much gave up on finding a pair of her once worn panties right in front of my door again. It was only when she told me she was expecting a package and asked that I put it in her apartment that I was tempted to violate the sanctity of the grand master key. Sure enough her package arrived as expected and I grabbed it and zipped up the elevator to the twenty-third floor. I calmly unlocked her door and stepped into her apartment and placed the package neatly on her kitchen table. While in the apartment I took a moment to reconnoiter the place, letting my mind grasp where she kept everything. No, she knew I would be in her apartment that day, so all I dared do was look around, making a mental note of which room was her bedroom, where her chest of drawers was in the room and then peeked into the closet to confirm the location of a dirty clothes hamper. I then quickly exited the room and returned to the basement. Over the next month or so, I saw her coming and leaving the building enough to get a pretty good idea of her daily schedule. By seven thirty a.m. she would leave for work and everyday but Friday she got home about six thirty p.m. She went out in the evenings on occasion and on very rare occasions she had a visitor spend the night. Once I got her schedule memorized I knew I couldn't turn back. It was early on a Tuesday morning that I stepped into my maintenance room, zipped off the combination on the safe and pulled out the grand master key. I had several chores to knock out but quickly completed my entire morning schedule by about ten a.m. It was only then that I stepped on the elevator and rode up to the twenty-third floor. Looking up and down the corridor I made sure no one was milling about and I quickly unlocked her door and slipped inside. I walked past the table where I had put her package over a month ago and headed straight for her bedroom. Opening the closet door, I rifled through her dirty clothes hamper grabbing several different pairs of panties and looking them over. I found two pairs that seemed to have a lot of dried residue in the crotch and slipped them into my pocket. Carefully closing the closet door, I moved quickly out of her bedroom and then hurried to the door out into the corridor. Taking a deep breath I casually opened it and stepped into the corridor. Luckily no one was around so I dashed over to the elevator and rode it down to the basement. With two pairs of panties I could get inventive, so after I pulled off my clothes and moved into my bathroom, I ran my tongue over the residue in each pair and then selected one to slip over my head. The other I placed in my palm and then grabbed my cock, making sure the soft, silky fabric was between my hand and my cock. Sucking the crotch of the panties into my mouth, I began to slide the other panties up and down my cock imagining she was in those panties and I was rubbing against her. It was beautiful, tasting her so intensely as I sucked her dried juices out of the fabric as I slid the soft panties over my swollen cock. Looking down, I watched as the pre-cum soaked into the fabric and then had a wonderful idea. I continued stroking my cock, letting the soft fabric slid over my skin as I sucked and sucked her juices. After a few minutes I felt the pleasure shoot through my body and, moving my hand so the crotch of the panties wrapped over the head of my cock, I came shooting my cum all over her panties, the wet sticky liquid soaking into the residue of her juices. After dabbing up all my cum into the panties, I quickly got dressed, checked the clock and then rushed to the elevator. It was still an hour before she got home but I didn't want to take any chances. I rode the elevator up to twenty-three and seeing no one in the corridor I headed to her room. Once inside, I took both pairs of panties and folded them into the middle of the clothes in her hamper. Again I paused at her door, took a breath and stepped outside, noticing the lady in Twenty-Three B entering her apartment. She looked over and said, "Hello, how are you today?" When I answered, my voice cracked a bit, so I kind of squeaked when I said, "Hi, I'm fine thanks." I then continued, "Just dropping something off here." Quickly catching the elevator I rode back down to my apartment. After that, I continued visiting her apartment once or twice a week, pretty much doing the same thing. It seemed perfect, I mean the panties already needed washing, I only borrowed them for a short time. But wow, each time was incredible, I just couldn't wait to get back to my apartment and taste her again. I used to imagine her finding the panties with my cum on it and tasting me. I finished writing, laid down the pen and looked up at the man saying, "Okay, I wrote it all down for you." "Thank you Mr. Johnson, we'll be sure and let the district attorney know how well you cooperated with us. I'm sure it will help you as they finalize the plea bargain." "I never meant her any harm," I said. "We know that Mr. Johnson and that is why they've been so generous about jail time and probation. As long as you follow the rules concerning sex offenders we shouldn't have any problems." "How long will I have to follow those rules?" I asked curiously. "The rest of your life I'm afraid." "I understand," I said, ready to pay fully for violating the sanctity of the grand master key. Funny, it opened one too many doors for me and now it was locking me up, in one way or another, for the rest of my life.