SNATCHING THE ROMANO FILE
Introduction:
A girl can’t let a few minor obstacles get in the way of the objective. Fuck ‘em.
Fate hung in the balance of a pair of lacy panties.
Megan found herself pressed against the office window, my breath hot on the back of her neck. “Someone will see us!” she hissed in protest.
I pushed myself up against her, my breasts rubbing against from behind. “Tinted glass, so probably not,” I reminded her.
“Probably?” her voice quivered in reply, nervously observing the crowd of people obliviously milling in the hallway just beyond the pane.
“Probably,” I assured her. She swallowed anxiously, realizing it was as close to a guarantee as she was going to get. Aside from Megan and myself, the outer office was deserted, the last of the staff having left just moments ago as their shifts had ended.
“What if someone comes back in?” she whispered, trembling as my hand eased downward off her hip to lovingly squeeze her firm little rump.
“Then they’ll see you — taking it up the ass,” I whispered, nuzzling her ear.
The pretty blonde twitched visibly at my crude remark, peering at the door as she chewed her lower lip with dread.
“You could lock it… if you want,” I offered.
Silence, then her response, a raspy gasp of shameful admission. “No.”
I smiled. The danger of discovery was of course part of the thrill. Deep down, the girl wanted to get caught. I let my hand explore up under the hem of her short little skirt, finding a snug pair of delicate panties wrapped around her feminine charms. I pressed inward, stuffing frilly lace into her twat as two of my fingertips probed inside.
She mewled in subdued protest, knowing this is not how good girls were supposed to act. But from the evidence I discovered, being a good girl was not what Megan had in mind. “You’re sopping wet,” I accused, blowing in her ear. “Have you been thinking about me all day?”
She choked back a lustful sob, nodding her head in confirmation. I brought my fingers out from underneath her skirt, glistening with vaginal wetness. Her lips parted as I found her mouth, her tongue washing over my sticky digits. Megan’s breathing took on a ragged tone as she tasted the sweet discharge of her cunt.
I grinned as the girl began to wriggle, her fingers fumbling underneath her skirt and hooking into the waistband of her panties. Rocking her hips from side to side, she slowly tugged her sticky panties downward, abandoning all remaining inhibitions in the process. I pressed my lips against her neck, working my way upward to once again tease her pretty ear. She shivered as the tip of my tongue slipped out, probing gently. I knew exactly what she needed to hear. “Whore,” I whispered, drawing the word out with a lust-filled breath. She flinched at the accusation and then nodded.
I unzipped the fastener on her pleated skirt, letting the silky garment slither to her ankles. I gazed down with approval, admiring the taunt, round curve of her naked ass. The panties spanned between her thighs as she spread her legs. They were sheer black lace with a delicate fringe of pink — pricy goods for a young lady on an office girl’s salary. I knew these were her best and brightest. The little minx had obviously anticipated they might be put onto display when I told her I would be stopping by. It was a shame about the thick smear of girlish goo soaked thoroughly into the crotch… I knew from personal experience that no amount of washing would ever get them back to smelling daisy-fresh.
I let my fingers trail down to her butt. She widened her stance, panties straining tight between her thighs. “Please… please be gentle,” she begged in a hush.
“Is that really what you want?” I teased, letting my fingers ease into the soft cleft of her ass. She swallowed nervously, then admitted to the truth with a subtle negative shake of her pretty head.
I dipped my middle finger into her juicy cunt, causing her to squirm in response. Proper lubrication was the key, and Megan’s dripping pussy was providing that in spades. I trailed the tip of my slippery finger upward, circling the enticing dimple of her anus in slow, sensual strokes. A strangled squeal escaped her lips as I zeroed in on the prize. She rose up on her toes, wobbling unsteadily in her high heeled stance as she instinctively shied away from my most intimate explorations. But then with a purr of delight she settled back down, her hips gently beginning to rock as I rubbed the wrinkled little pucker of her rectum.
Her taunt little anal gateway began to tremble, pulsing back and forth in a series of quivering convulsions. A tight little girl pooper like this responds well to being patiently teased, romantically enticed until it finally surrenders to a slow and intimate insertion. Or one can just stuff a finger up that hot little shit box. Megan took the latter with a lustful grunt of passion, pressing her hips backwards in response as I buried my digit to the final knuckle. “Oh… fuck!” she groaned, panting with obvious enthusiasm. I eased my finger out and then forcefully buried it to the hilt, causing her creamy rump cheeks to jiggle in response. I flexed my finger deep inside her bowels and she shuddered with delight. Her rectal muscles clamped down tight, ripping, sucking on my fully embedded digit. I withdrew, letting her desperate little anus nip frantically at the tickling finger tip.
“Please…” she begged, blushing in shame as she sensuously rolled her hips.
I knew the moment was at hand. “I need something from you,” I whispered, my teeth gently nibbling at her earlobe. I felt her body stiffen, tension washing over her like a wave.
“What?” she inquired after a prolonged and awkward silence — the tone of a girl who knows she is being used.
“No big thing,” I assured her, easing the tip of my probing digit back into her asshole. I crooked my finger and lovingly caressed the inside of her wonderfully tight anal ring, offering a sample of the delights that I could bring her. She seemed to relax, her breathing once more reverting to deep and passionate sighs. “I just need the key code to the inner office door,” I purred into her ear.
“I… I couldn’t…” she protested in a pleading tone. My finger slipped from her hot little rump, giving her a moment to ponder life without my talented digit digging up her ass.
It turned out not to be such a difficult moral quandary after all. “It’s 1, 2, 3, 4,” she gasped, her shoulders slumping in defeat. Freakin’ amateurs. Who thinks 1-2-3-4 is a secure entry code? But good behavior should be rewarded. I rewarded my blonde pet with two stiffened fingers pushed high and hard into her tight little shitter. She squealed with lustful delight, her fingers clawing at the office window. A few of the remaining people in the hallway turned, puzzled at the odd squeaking noise of skin on glass. But the window tinting did its job, obscuring us from view. They soon reverted to their mundane conversations.
“Good girl,” I encouraged, slowly twisting my twin digits left and right in the clutching embrace of her steamy bowels. “And I’ll need the combination to the safe.”
Megan froze in panic. “I’d get fired if anything disappears!” she begged in a pleading whisper.
“Relax, Princess,” I assured her, “nothing’s going to disappear. I just want to take a little look-see at what’s inside. No one will ever know.”
Megan shook her head, mumbling to herself under her breath. She was going to need additional motivation. I pulled my fingers from her ass. The girl stifled a disheartened sob of dismay. My fingers found a firm grasp on her naked hips as I eased myself into a kneeling position down behind her. Firmly gripping her wonderfully formed nether cheeks, I spread her open, revealing her creamy cunt and tender little anus. Her snug little rectal portal puckered lustfully in and out, begging for attention. A prolonged streamer of syrupy pussy juice leaked from her slit, slowly trailing downward and forming a fresh puddle of oozing girl wetness in the crotch of her suspended panties.
Megan arched her back in a convulsive response as I raked my tongue through her unfurled twat, savoring the juicy delights that scooped into my mouth. Then I pressed my glistening lips against her sweet little asshole. “Yes… Mommy!” the girl moaned. Well, that was certainly unexpected. Perhaps Megan wasn’t quite as innocent as she portrayed. But to each their own, I always say. Who was I to judge if the cute little blonde had some anal-fixation mommy-issues that needed working through?
I felt her stiffen in my grasp, knowing that she had just let a dark secret slip into the light. This could only play to my advantage. “Give Mommy the combination to the safe, pretty girl,” I cooed to her. “Tell me the numbers and Mommy will rim out that tight little ass for you.”
The combination spilled from Megan’s lips as fast as her yummy goo was spilling from her twat. I asked her to repeat it, making sure I had it committed fully to my memory. Then I hooked a finger into her panties, pulling them the remainder of the way down her tanned and shapely legs. She lifted one foot as I untangled her dress and panties from her ankles. Freed of the restraining garments, Megan leaned forward against the office window, assuming a wide and eager stance.
I tugged at her cheeks, watching her perfect little asshole gape open in expectation. Pressing my lips lovingly onto her wrinkled rectal flesh, I rewarded her with an obscene oral-anal kiss. My long, wet tongue slithered out, slipping easily into her quivering pooper. Her hips bucked as I stuffed my oral digit in full depth, wriggling and probing. I released my grip on her cheeks, allowing her velvety anal portal to close down lovingly around my tongue. My lips nuzzled her quivering anus, teasing and caressing. I swirled my tongue in a lustful circular motion, running the rim of her hot little shitter.
The girl choked back a squeal of orgasmic passion as her firm inner thighs began to tremble. Supporting herself against the window glass with one hand, Megan’s other hand shot to her pussy, digging deep into the wetness of her pink, fleshy folds. Glistening fingers withdrew, trailing steamers of vaginal fluids. She pinched her clit and gasped, rubbing furiously as her hips bucked in a frantic spasm.
I eased back, my tongue slipping from her convulsing anal tract as Megan’s orgasm shuddered through her body. Her knees gave out as she slowly sank down to the floor, curling into a fetal position as she continued to twitch and wiggle. “Finger-fuck your asshole, Sweetie,” I encouraged her. Her hips bucked with an orgasmic spasm as she buried a finger to the hilt, rapidly thrusting back and forth in her convulsing anal sleeve. Her entire body shivered and then she gave a final gasp of pleasure, panting like a bitch in heat.
I rose to my feet, wiping my lips with the back of my hand and straightening out my clothes. I glanced at the locked doorway to the inner office, key code and combination to the safe affixed firmly in my mind. The documents would be there by tomorrow afternoon. The next phase of the operation could then begin.
Megan rose from the floor, blushing and self-consciously tugging her panties back up into place, knowing that she had spilled all of her useful secrets along with a lot of pussy lube. “Will you call me?” she asked, her eyes pleading with desperate need as her fingers lightly caressed my cheek.
I kissed her lovingly on the lips, our tongues briefly tangling in a lovers’ embrace before I pulled away. “I will,” I promised, looking deep into her doe-like eyes. She nodded and looked down sadly at the floor, knowing it was probably a lie.
PHASE 2 – GETTING PAST THE MUSCLE
The next day we were back, waiting for most of the parking lot to clear out before we made our move. Amanda was at my side as we headed for a set of doors at the rear of the building. The cute little redhead was still a little wet behind the ears, but I knew she could handle herself if things got dicey. This should be an easy run and would be good experience for her.
We reached the doors and Amanda gave the handle a yank. A resilient metallic thud confirmed what we had expected — the glass doors were securely locked. A pair of shapes approached from within. I breathed a sigh of relief. We knew these guys by reputation — “Tiny” and “Bam-Bam” — an almost inseparable team. These two goons were pure front-line muscle. Anything more intellectual than a tire iron was beyond them, but if pure brute force was what was called for, they were a force to be reckoned with.
“Door’s locked!” Tiny called out from behind the glass. Bam-Bam pointed helpfully at the latch, on the off-chance we girls didn’t know what a lock looked like. I gave them a stern look and rapped my knuckles sharply on the glass. Tiny glanced at Bam-Bam, confused by my insistent demeanor.
Bam-Bam worked the latch, opening the door just a crack. “Doors are locked,” Tiny repeated helpfully. “You got an ID card?”
“Now where would I stick an ID card?” I replied with a tone of annoyance. I held my arms out and slowly turned in a circle. The two brutes let their eyes wash over us. Amanda and I were identically dressed. My tight cut-off tee shirt barely came down over the swell of my perky little tits, leaving plenty of bare midriff and nothing much to the imagination. The material of my blue volleyball shorts strained at every seam, putting on a fine display of camel-toe. Tiny snorted back a laugh as Bam-Bam elbowed him in the ribs. They muttered and giggled amongst themselves like schoolboys, most likely offering opinions on where we girls might manage to conceal an ID card.
“Look,” I said, glaring at them crossly. “My friend here really needs to pee. Unless you want to make her wet her panties, you need to let us in.” Amanda played her part, crossing her legs in desperation, squirming and dancing from toe to toe as she grabbed her crotch.
Tiny’s eyes went wide as Bam-Bam’s expression spread into an expectant grin. “Doors are locked,” Tiny asserted yet again, seeing no need to change that broken record. He crossed his muscular arms over his massive chest with an air of self-importance. Bam-Bam stared as if in a hypnotic trance, licking his lips and waiting for the first hint of promised wetness to stain the front of Amanda’s tiny shorts.
“Guys, please…” she begged, favoring them with a sweet smile and pleading eyes. “Come on, let me come in and use the bathroom.” Bam-Bam looked at Tiny, unsure of what to do. Amanda sealed the deal. “If you want, you can both come with and watch me pee.”
Bam-Bam pushed the door open wide, sporting a lecherous grin. “You wanna come in too?” he asked me in a hopeful tone. “Maybe you need to go pee also?” His eyes boring into the crotch of my shorts told me the scene was already playing out in the tiny theater of his limited brain.
“Nah, I’m good. I’ll just wait here,” I assured him.
“Guys!” Amanda urged, doing a little dance of desperation as she groped her crotch. Bam-Bam gave me a parting look of disappointment and then hurried down the hallway after Tiny and Amanda. The door began to retract closed in front of me. Only inches remained in the gap as I discretely stuck the toe of my tennis shoe inside, blocking it from latching. Bam-Bam turned and shot me a parting glance as he disappeared into the doorway of the nearby ladies room. I ignored him, feigning interest in nibbling at a troublesome fingernail.
I pulled my phone from the back pocket of my shorts, checking the time as I pulled open the door and stepped inside the building. Amanda would need a few minutes to get these two morons fully occupied, so I read some emails as I waited.
I gave her about ten minutes and then quietly approached the bathroom door. Scrambling noises and a male grunt could be heard. It sounded like things were getting lively. I figured I better check, just to make sure my newbie partner had the situation covered.
I opened the door just a crack and peered in through the gap. Amanda’s blue volleyball shorts were discarded in the corner of the large bathroom. A pair of wadded red thong panties lay discarded there as well. Tiny was laid out on his back on the white tiles of the bathroom floor with Amanda straddled on top of him. Bam-Bam stalked her from behind.
Amanda rolled upward with her hips. Tiny’s cock glistened with a liberal coating of vaginal wetness as it hammered like a fleshy piston into her straining pussy. I don’t know how this guy got the nickname ‘Tiny’, but it certainly had nothing to do with the ten inches of massive cock that was plundering Amanda’s twat.
The squirming girl fell forward onto his chest, wrestling to tear off her tiny tee shirt and crying out in protest as the huge cock slipped out of her velvety vaginal embrace. Tiny fumbled desperately, grasping his dripping, throbbing prick in his meaty fingers and angling the fleshy shaft back towards Amanda’s wriggling loins. Flying blind, Tiny prodded a bit too high. Amanda giggled, her tight little asshole stretching wide. With a wet ‘pop’, the head of Tiny’s thick veined prick buried itself in her twitching rectum. He thrust deep and Amanda moaned, grinding her hips passionately in a circular rhythm.
Bam-Bam moved in behind her, fisting his equally massive prick and stroking it with expectation. He squatted down, easing his way into the wide-spread cleft of Amanda’s rump. Gritting his teeth, Bam-Bam began to push. The fact that Amanda’s snug little asshole was already straining at its limits with Tiny’s pummeling cock didn’t seem to cause him much concern.
“Hey man! No Homo!” Tiny exclaimed in a panic, feeling his partner’s cock knob nosing in next to his throbbing prick.
“Dude, its not… It’s not homo if it’s with a girl!” Bam-Bam countered with an animalistic grunt. Amanda offered an enthusiastic squeal of agreement as her quivering anus stretched obscenely, taking in the second cock.
“Fuck!” Tiny groaned, apparently unsure of how to react to the sensation of a fat and slippery cock sliding up alongside his. Bam-Bam thrust in — hard. Amanda’s naked ass cheeks quivered with the impact, both cocks impaled balls-deep in her rectum. Tiny withdrew, causing Amanda’s straining anal gateway to bulge even more extremely as the large head of his prick snugged up tight just inside her rectal pucker. Then he hammered home, forcing a grunt of lustful satisfaction from the double-stuffed little redhead. Bam-Bam stroked out as Tiny cored her to the hilt. Then Bam-Bam lunged forward with a punishing thrust as Tiny pulled back in retreat. Amanda’s fingers dug hard into Tiny’s naked chest, fingernails raking. He cycled his hips and offered up some punishment of his own as his cock once more was savaged into her hot little ass. Bam-Bam grabbed Amanda by the hair, leering as he whispered obscene nothings in her ear. She nodded eagerly, throwing even more enthusiastic motion into her rapidly pumping hips.
I stepped quietly away from the doorway as the two thugs fell into a steady butt-fucking rhythm. The lustful grunts and rapid slapping of flesh on naked flesh faded as I moved away. An alarming female howl echoed. I would have been concerned, but that was just Amanda tuning up. From personal experience I knew that once that little wildcat got on a roll, a noisy string of flailing orgasms were sure to follow. I headed on down the hall, confident that she would do her part and keep these two goons distracted for quite some time.
PHASE 3 – THE CLEANER
I move quickly down the empty hall, then sprinted up the stairs two at a time. Moving lightly on my feet, I soundlessly rounded a corner as I made my way towards the master office. I skidded to a stop, heart beating as a lone figure loomed large in the center of the hallway. Freezing in place, I could only hope that the huge black man wouldn’t turn to notice me. I wondered briefly at my chances to take him out with a karate chop to the neck. Looking at his bulging muscles, I decided I didn’t like my odds.
Our intel was slim at best when it came to this character. No one even seemed to know his actual name. We did know that he was trained in the special skills that were sometimes needed to tidy up messy situations. What we presumed to be gang tattoos spoke of a shady past, and there were even some rumors he had done some time upstate. Some people referred to him as a “cleaner” — the guy who gets sent in after something goes awry. Our codename for him was “The Janitor”.
The subtle squeak of my shoes on the tiled floor alerted his well-honed senses. He turned, eyes narrowing as he sized me up. “You’re not supposed to be here,” he said with a sense of calm, taking a step in my direction. I glanced back down the stairs, wondering if I could outrun him. He smiled in an air of self-assurance and I knew that move was a losing bet.
“Ah… ok, look…” I stammered in desperation as I cautiously backed away. “Maybe we can work something out?”
He fixed me with a piercing gaze. “What you got to offer?” he answered as an eyebrow cocked with interest.
I gulped, my heart hammering in my chest. But this was promising. He seemed open to negotiation. I forced a smile onto my face, turning on the charm. “More than you can handle,” I answered as I licked my lips.
He grinned, rubbing his hand along his crotch. “Little white girl like you can’t handle this sort of trouble,” he countered in an ominous voice.
“Little white girl like me can handle – ANY – sort of trouble,” I promised in a mocking voice that matched his tone.
He paused, his male bravado seeming to take a hit. He glanced to his left, eyes falling on the door to the employee lounge. “Aw-right, little bitch, let’s see what you got.” He towered over me as he guided me through the door at least a foot taller than me and outweighing me well over two to one on mass and muscle. In a pure contest of strength, I knew he could toss me like a rag doll. My only chance was to wear him down.
He grabbed my arm as I stepped into the room, holding me back. Reaching up, he wrapped his massive hand around a security camera above the door and forced it upward towards the ceiling. Refocused on a mundane patch of ceiling tile, peering camera lens was now effectively disabled. “Just you and me now,” he noted with smile of anticipation.
I dropped to my knees in front of him, fingers wrestling with the buckle to his belt. A button popped and a zipper purred, unleashing a monster cock beyond my wildest dreams. I sat back on my heels, jaw slack in amazement as the fleshy black beast uncoiled. “Little white girl ain’t never tangled with fourteen inches of Alabama black snake, has she?” the Janitor taunted with an annoying hint of self-assurance.
Unwilling to admit defeat, I reached up with both hands, barely able to wrap my fingers around his rapidly stiffening girth. “You’d best be poppin’ your pretty lips on that knob right quick there, white girl,” he warned with a grin. “Else you’ll wrench that sweet little jaw of yours once I swell full size.”
I glared up at him, rebellion flashing in my eyes. But I had to admit his advice seemed sound. Brushing an errant strand of hair out of my face, I hefted his massive cock and brought him to my lips. Straining, I felt the muscles of my jaws pull tight, unwilling to open further. He rocked his hips, forcing the knob of his cock hard against my lips. My nostrils flared and suddenly he squeezed inside. My tongue danced on the underneath side of his massive prick, exploring this invading flesh. Pre-cum oozed from the tip, tantalizing my flaring taste buds. My cute cheeks drew inward as I sucked, my wide-stretched lips embracing his shaft as my teeth gently teased the danger of a bite.
“Fuck me!” he exclaimed, wrapping his powerful hands around my head. I tried to offer up a snarky comment, but it was stifled into mumbled grunts by the overwhelming mouthful of the black man’s throbbing cock. The Janitor drew back on his hips. My lips extended outward as the back of my teeth trapped his slippery cock head. I maneuvered the tip of my talented tongue into the tiny slit at the end of his prick, teasing, wriggling, probing. He hissed a sharp intake of air in response, gazing down at me with a lust-filled expression. I looked up at him in return, eyes wide and pleading for abuse.
He pressed forward, his shaft sliding through my straining lips as the tip of his cock found the tiny opening to my throat. He paused, knowing this was the choke point of many girls. I leaned into him, wrapping my hands around the firm muscles of his ass and pulling myself in hard. A small gurgle of a gagging sound escaped my lips but then his cock slid down my throat. “Dammmmm!” he exclaimed in shock, feeling the muscles of my throat clamp down, rippling, drawing him ever deeper. I looked up and shot him a baleful look of vindication as he started to wonder if he had met his match.
He had experience — I grudgingly had to grant him that. He launched into a punishing series of lunging thrusts, fucking deeper and deeper into my throat. Finally his balls pressed up tight against my lips, every bit of fourteen inches of hard, black cock fully buried in my pretty mouth. But then, as my face began to flush, he drew back on his prick, allowing my flaring nostrils to greedily suck down an inrush of desperately needed air. His hands dropped to my neck as he fucked himself back in. Fingers tightened around my throat, further constricting the clutching embrace around his surging cock.
Then he withdrew, forcibly prying his cock entirely free of my aching mouth. Spit and pre-cum gushed from my open lips, and long streamers of shimmering fluids spanned the gap from mouth to cock. I gasped, my chest heaving as I sucked down air. He grabbed his cock and gently tapped the head against my face, teasing me. Skimming my fingers along his prick, I gripped him tight, smearing a generous coating of slippery goo over the entire length. I whipped my hair back from my eyes with a perky snap of my head. “Fuck me, Daddy,” I begged him in a whisper. “Use my mouth like a cunt.”
He groaned, closing his eyes as his resolve began to crumble. I don’t know why, but if you want to get a guy to pop his rocks, calling him ‘Daddy’ never fails to work its magic. His prick surged back into my mouth, every bulging vein and fleshy ripple creating an amazing friction in my grasping throat. His hips bucked like a machine as my head bobbed helplessly on his prick. My breath began to falter but still he hammered into me. I began to panic, slapping him on the leg in desperate warning as my vision began to fade to grey. Finally he relented, pulling back to let me breathe. Air flooded into my lungs and with it a powerful orgasm shuddered through my cunt. I mewled in desperation, my fingers frantically rubbing at my pussy through the tight spandex of my shorts.
The Janitor grinned at my shameful display of lust and then lunged forward, burying the entirety of his cock into my mouth and throat. My lips kissed his massive balls, feeling them contract in a violent spasm. His cock swelled to ever larger proportions as he growled, feeling his massive cum load rocket through the length of his meaty shaft. My throat gripped him in a greedy embrace, trembling, milking his dick. With a bellow like a bull, the Janitor’s threw his head back as his cock erupted in my throat. A massive surge of cum blasted into me like a discharge from a broken fire hydrant. My belly seemed to swell as the incredible volume of churning goo blasted deep into my tummy.
He pulled back, fisting the shaft of his black, glistening cock. Only the huge pulsing knob remained lodged inside my mouth. He bucked his hips as his balls contracted a second time. My eyes went wide as he unloaded into me, my cheeks bulging as the pressure grew. I swallowed frantically, but it was a lost cause against the overwhelming flood. The seal of my lips around his prick gave way and a spray of churning cum and spit erupted, spilling down my chin and staining the tee shirt over my heaving tits. I gave a strangled cry of protest as the overload of foaming cum surged into my nasal passages, spurting in dangling strands from my pert little nose.
Then he thrust himself once more deep into my throat, his powerful hands clutching my head and rocking me back and forth to work my lips up and down his shaft. His cock surged once more, and then again, causing him to grunt with lustful urges as his balls contracted with a vengeance. Finally he shuddered and then he slumped, panting with the effort. Slowly he pulled his softening cock from my lips. His knob tugged free and he stepped back, swaying unsteadily on his feet. I fell forward onto my hands and knees, gagging up streamers of gooey cum as I struggled to clear my throat.
He gave an exhausted chuckle, stuffing his softening prick back into his pants. His fingers fumbled with the handle to the door. “Looks like little white girl bit off more than she can chew,” he laughed, opening the door.
I looked up at him, eyes blazing with resentment. “Where you think you’re going, you fucker? I’m just getting started!”
He paused, uncertainty crossing his expression. The door latch closed with a subtle click as I struggled to my feet. I rocked my head from side to side, working out the kinks in my neck as I rubbed the back of my hand across my cum-smeared lips. I rushed at him, my fingers tearing at his clothes. He pulled at my shirt, tugging it upwards and leaving my hair in a tangled tussle as my naked, perky breasts spilled free. He kicked off his dislodged pants, then yanked downward on my shorts and panties, wrestling the stretchy material off my hips as I wriggled to offer my assistance. In scant moments we both stood naked and panting, our clothing strewn across the room. His cock once again began to swell and I felt a wet trail of vaginal fluid ooze out of my throbbing pussy, trailing down my inner thigh.
Wordlessly he charged at me, tackling me to the carpet as I sprawled onto my back beneath him. He forced my thighs apart. I shrieked, fighting him, sensing that’s how he liked it. He palmed my face, pushing my head down to the floor. I bit his hand — not drawing blood — but hard enough to make him wince. He stuffed his fingers into my mouth and I grasped his wrist, sucking sensuously.
He fisted his massive cock, once more rock hard with bulging veins exposed. He maneuvered himself towards my pussy. “NO!” I shrieked, squirming energetically beneath him. He teased me, nosing just the tip of his cock into the steamy slit of my ruffled vaginal lips. Pussy juice drained from my cunt, seeping into my tightly puckered ass and then dripping to the floor beneath me. I reached down, wrapping my fingers around his prick and urgently guiding him in. I groaned as his burrowing cock shaft spread me wide, my little white girl pussy never having been subjected to such incredible abuse. He was only halfway in I was already stretched to my limits. I wrapped my slender legs around his lower back, crossing my ankles and drawing him in deeper.
His massive cock rod bored into my creamy twat, plundering the furthest depths of my straining little pussy. I shuddered, feeling him bottom out. But he pushed harder and I squealed, knowing I could take no more. He pulled back and then hammered back in with a vengeance, burying another precious inch. I could feel my taunt little tummy stretching, revealing the outline of his savage prick.
“Take! It! You! Filthy! Little! Cunt!” he gasped, each desperate word punctuated by a powerful, punishing thrust. Tears poured down my cheeks as I bucked my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. I arched my back, screaming as a violent orgasm tore through my twat, vaginal fluids gushing as he pounded my pussy into a sweltering swamp. Rug burns began chaffing on my naked ass as I wriggled furiously underneath him. He began to pant in desperation, a wild-eyed look crossing his face. He closed his eyes and thrust in hard, groaning like a man possessed. An explosion of his cum blasted into my orgasmic snatch as I raked my fingers up and down his back in mindless ecstasy. He bucked, again and then again, pumping into me until my pussy overflowed. Finally he collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath as we both shuddered with post-orgasmic passion.
After several moments he rolled off of me, trying to rise unsteadily to his feet. He stumbled once and then regained his balance. Sweat glistened on his ebony skin as his chest heaved with exhaustion. I rolled onto my belly and then posed submissively on my hands and knees. I looked back over my shoulder, giving my lips a sensual lick. The Janitor looked at me, an element of fear now shimmering in his eyes. “Come on, you big pussy!” I taunted with a grin. “Don’t tell me that’s all you got…”
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… I left him on the couch in the lounge, snoring in an exhausted state as his second load of cum trickled slowly from my cunt. His prick hung limp and lifeless, throbbing an angry shade of red. I grinned, thinking it would be several days before that bad boy stopped its aching. Looks like Mister Alabama Black Snake just couldn’t go toe to toe with a tiny white girl after all.
After a bit of searching I managed to find my panties, tossed onto a nearby bookshelf. I got dressed after trying to wipe up the majority of the mess that poured from my gooey pussy. Eventually I gave up, tugging on my shorts and resolving to let the remainder of the creamy pie simply drain into my panties. After all, I was on a schedule.
PHASE 4 – THE INNER SANCTUM
The door to the outer office latched quietly behind me as I glanced around. The various desks sat vacant. I moved behind the counter, approaching the imposing wooden door to the master office. The keypad was mounted to the left, the buttons glowing with a pale blue light. I entered the four-key sequence, 1-2-3-4 and waited. An accommodating ‘beep’ was issued, followed by the thump of an electrically driven latch. Unlocked, the door swung open just an inch. Access to Ms. Parks’ inner office had been achieved.
I closed the office door behind me, quickly surveying my surroundings. My attention fell upon her tidy desk, upon which stood a large framed photograph. It was Ms. Parks, her arms wrapped adoringly around a blonde and grinning girl. It was Megan, the new office secretary. She and Ms. Parks were several years younger in the photo, but the facial features and family resemblance were undeniable. Both had the same fit build and pretty features, sporting matching styles of hair — blonde and cut sassy short. Megan was Ms. Parks’ daughter! Apparently a bit of nepotism had been employed to land her daughter a cushy administrative assistant job in the office.
I turned my attention to the safe mounted in the wall. Dialing in the numbers to the old-style combination lock, I grasped handle and cursed under my breath as it refused to budge. Sweat forming on my brow, I began to plot the unholy vengeance I would bestow on Megan if her numbers proved to be a lie. I tried again, more cautiously this time, making sure to hit each number dead on center. I grabbed the safe handle once again and gave it a twist. With a satisfying ‘clank’ I heard the locking bolts retract. The heavy door swung open, pivoting easily on large, well-oiled hinges.
I pawed through the folders in the safe, my fingers flying as I thumbed through the multitude of index tabs. There were all the familiar names I recognized, other members of the staff. But I was interested in only one. Then I found it — the elusive Romano File! I pulled the contents from the sheaf. A mere four pages was all there was, but it was the coveted prize! Laying the papers out on the desk, I carefully snapped pictures of them with my phone, checking each to make sure I got a crisp, clean image.
From beyond the office door I heard the muffled clacks of high heels on tile, rapidly approaching. Heart beating frantically, I stuffed the papers back into the cardboard folder. Beeping sounds from the electronic key pad sounded as I inserted the folder back into the safe. The electronic office lock kicked open, timed exactly with the metallic clank of the safe’s deadbolts locking home. The office door swung open.
“Ah… EXCUSE ME? Who might you be?” the voice of Ms. Parks demanded in surprise. I cursed under my breath. The woman was obviously working late! My first instinct was to flee, but I that knew she could recognize my face. A sensation of fear shuddered through me and I felt as if I were going to gush my panties. But in that brief instant where time slowed to a crawl, my eyes fell once again on the photo on the desk and the puzzle pieces of a desperate gamble fell into place.
“Oh… ah… hi, Ms. Parks, I stammered, only half-faking my sense of nervousness. “I’m… I’m a friend of your daughter, Megan.” I glanced down at the floor, feigning shyness. Then I looked up, meeting her eyes and brushing my hair back over one ear in a self-conscious flirting motion. “She… she said… Oh, I’m sorry, this is just too embarrassing. I never should have come!” I faked rubbing a tear from my eye as I sniffed and turned away.
Ms. Parks looked at me, confused. “I don’t understand,” she replied in a stern tone of voice. “What are you doing in my office?”
I collapsed down in a chair, turning on the water works as I cupped my face into my hands. I can fake a pretty good wracking sob if I put my mind to it. Ms. Parks approached, her maternal instincts kicking in as she put comforting hands onto my shoulders.
“There, there, Sweetie, it can’t be as bad as all of that,” she assured me in a motherly tone as she handed me a tissue. “Now how is it that I can help?”
I looked up at her, letting my lower lip quiver with emotion. I took a deep breath, seeming to gather my courage as Ms. Parks looked at me with concern. Finally I let my secret slip. “Megan… Megan told me that you… that you do things to her… You know… girl things,” I whispered in a desperate hush.
A red flush of embarrassment spread across her face. I knew I had struck a nerve. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about…” she lied.
I dropped my face into my hands again, sobbing pitifully. “Megan said that you might like me,” I blubbered. “She said that I should come and see you, and maybe you would do things to me too. But… but… <sob> none of the girls like me <sniff>… and I guess that you don’t either! <sob>”
“What sort of things did Megan tell you?” Ms. Parks carefully inquired. I could sense a tone of rising interest in her voice.
I looked up at her with desperate, watery eyes, my story starting to run on empty. “She said to ask you to do that thing… You know the one that Megan doesn’t really like to do?” I let my voice falter off, hoping Ms. Parks would fill in the huge remaining gaps in the vague little bit of bait I dangled.
She hissed a sharp intake of breath, her nipples visibly rising to attention within her blouse. “You really want to do that?” she inquired in a husky voice.
I paused and then I nodded. “Please… I’ll do anything,” I promised.
I saw her nipples rise to attention within her blouse as Ms. Parks’ breathing took on a ragged tone. “What… what else did she tell you?” she inquired in a husky tone, rising up from behind her desk.
Once more I turned my gaze shyly to the floor, tracing random patterns on the carpet with the tip of my shoe. “She said to ask you for the biggest one you had,” I fabricated in a barely audible tone, looking up at her with pleading eyes, having no idea what I was actually getting into.
Ms. Parks swallowed anxiously and an awkward silence fell over the room. “It’s in my desk,” she finally admitted in a strangled tone of voice.
I dabbed another fake tear from my eye and looked up at her with expectation. Keys jangled and Ms. Parks unlocked the bottom drawer of her desk. Pulling out a finely crafted wooden box, she set it upon the desk, tilting back the lid.
Curiosity got the best of me and I peered inside. “Oh… my, that sure is a big one,” I nervously observed, my eyes falling on the largest of a series of polished metal butt-plugs in the box.
“I was hoping you would approve,” Ms. Parks responded with a smile. “Go ahead and get a feel for it,” she offered, handing me the monster. It felt overwhelmingly massive in my hands as I let my fingers caress the smoothly polished steel. The gleaming metal plug stood an impressive eight inches in height and flared to an alarming width of more than three inches at its widest. The term “second thoughts” definitely flashed to mind as its truly ominous dimensions began to dawn on me. She retrieved the anal intruder from my nervous hands and set it on the desk with a heavy ‘thunk’.
Ms. Parks reached back into the box and pulled out a knobby metal wand as well. It bore an unmistakable resemblance to a dildo, twelve inches in length and well over two inches in diameter. A rubber grip was wrapped around the lower third. To my confusion, a thin cord dangled from the base of both the butt-plug and the want, each ending in what appeared to be an electronics-style plug-in jack. She unwound an electrical cord and plugged it into a nearby outlet. A series of tiny lights flared to life on a panel within the box.
Ms. Parks gave me a moment to ponder the strange contraptions as she crossed the room. With a smile of anticipation she turned the deadbolt latch on the office door with an authoritative ‘clunk’. “Now then, you randy little cunt,” she purred, do you want to peel off those clothes, or should I?
My garments soon lay strewn across the office. That seemed to be a common theme for me today. Ms. Parks directed me to her office chair, my naked ass squeaking on the fine upholstered leather seat as I was maneuvered into position. “Legs up on the arm rests, Dear,” the woman instructed. I scooted back in the chair and drew my legs up as instructed. I couldn’t help but notice the similarity of my position to my latest visit to the gynecologist.
From a second drawer within the desk, Ms. Parks withdrew an assortment of colored silken handkerchiefs. Knotting a few together she created an effective binding which she used to tie my naked leg to the armrest of the chair. She did the same with my other leg, and then secured my arms as well. I rocked from side to side, testing my bindings. I was lashed down tight and trussed up like a Christmas turkey. My naked cunt and asshole were shamelessly exposed.
She put her hands on her hips to admire the outcome of her handiwork. “You’re a screamer, aren’t you?” she inquired thoughtfully. I failed to answer, refusing to give her the satisfaction. “Yes,” she nodded, talking to herself. “I can tell that you’re going to be a noisy one. We can’t have that, now can we?” She retrieved my panties from the floor, giving her fingers a curious glance as they pulled away from the soaking crotch, stretching thin filaments of sticky goo. I wrenched my head from side to side, but the efforts were in vain as she grabbed my chin and forced the cum-soaked panties into my mouth. “Mmmfmfff, mmfffmm mff!” I offered as a muffled protest, feeling the combined sensation of my vaginal juices and a liberal dose of the Janitor’s cum melt across my taste buds.
Ms. Parks knelt down in front of the chair, gazing into my defenseless little pussy and tightly puckered asshole. “Ummm…” she purred with appreciation, her fingertip lightly tracing across both of my quivering openings. “That looks very, very tight. My little asshole puckered back and forth, nipping at her probing fingertip. “Are you sure you want the biggest one?” I frantically shook my head, my protests muffled by the panties in my mouth. Eyes wide with horror, I glanced at the monstrous dimensions of the metal butt-plug on the desk. Ms. Parks shrugged indifferently. “Well, if you insist,” she mused.
She drizzled a generous coating of scented oil on the gleaming metal probe. The rounded nose made contact with my trembling little rectal portal and I tried to flinch away from the cold, unyielding steel. My bonds restrained me firmly and my evasive efforts proved in vain. I hissed a sharp intake of air as Ms. Parks slowly began to push. I looked down, seeing a lecherous grin spread across her face as my tight asshole began to stretch. I issued a muffled groan as she slowly twisted the invasive probe, achieving a uniform distribution of the lubrication.
I squirmed as my wrinkled anal pucker took the penetration. I gasped a desperate inrush of air as the first few inches pried me open. Then I flailed in panic as I felt the wad of gagging panties started to work its way down my throat. Ms. Parks looked up, spotting the cause of my distress. A red flush began to cross my face as my air supply grew short. Mercifully, she reached up and tugged the panties from my mouth. I gasped again, greedily sucking needed air into my lungs. “We can do without the gag, but only if you promise to behave,” she offered. I nodded in agreement.
Ms. Parks once more brought the giant butt-plug to bear, easing it back into the clutching confines of my puckered pooper. Slowly she worked the monstrous probe back and forth, stretching me, achieving additional penetration with every loving thrust. I took the first several inches like a pro, but as the width of the thing continued to flare ever wider, I fell into a desperate panting. Ms. Parks looked up at me with warning eyes, and I knew to keep things quiet if I didn’t want the panty gag repeated. More pressure was applied and I knew that I was pried open beyond my limit. Huffing like a woman giving birth, I eagerly rocked my hips, bucking against my restraints.
Mr. Parks teased me, easing off on the pressure. I felt the muscles ripple in my bowels, clenching down tight on the invasive probe. Slowly the tapered plug began to squeeze back out of my ass, forced out by my clutching rectal grip. Then she applied herself and I stifled a shriek of protest as the last few inches forcefully eased into my humid depths. My anus flared as the widest part of the butt-plug stretched me open. Then with an animalistic grunt of satisfaction I felt the probe seat tight. My quivering asshole snugged down in a welcoming embrace around the narrowed base, locking it securely in my rump. I clenched my teeth, experimentally squeezing my sphincter to try to squeeze out the plug. But the massive girth of the plug was jammed up tight.
The woman rose, giving the exposed base of my anally embedded plug a couple of sharp taps with her finger. Vibrations shuddered through my bowels and I sighed with growing pleasure. I wriggled my naked hips against my bonds, wondering what was next. Ms. Parks plugged the wire trailing from my butt-plug into the port inside the box. Then she plugged in the wire of the metallic dildo and fiddled with some adjustments. The electronics in the box gave off an ominous hum.
She brought the gleaming dildo down, the tip hovering just above the rigid nipple of my left breast. Carefully she lowered the device, closing the distance. Suddenly there was a sharp snap and a bluish crack of light. I bit back a yelp of surprise, feeling the electric shock pulse into my quivering tit, through my body, and complete the circuit through the huge metallic probe fucked deep into my ass. My rectum convulsed around the plug, contracting in a muscular flinch that felt for all the world like an anal orgasmic spasm.
My eyes flew wide. “Oh my god!” I breathed.
“Again?” Ms. Parks inquired. I nodded eagerly.
The metallic probe shifted to my firm right tit. She slowly traced the tip around the lower swell of my perky little breast. A series of electrifying jolts stuttered out, leaping from the steel into my quivering skin. A short howl escaped my lips, which Ms. Parks was gracious enough to forgive. The electrical current surged through my naked body, rippling my muscles as it raced its way to the metallic anal plug. Violent contractions shuddered through my anal passage as I bucked in the grip of orgasmic delight.
Panting, a thin trickle of drool dripped from my slack and gaping lips. “Again!” I begged with a gasp, and Ms. Parks rewarded me with a moment of agonizing ecstasy, raw power sparking into my aching nipple and coursing through my jiggling body to my ass. “FFF….Fuck! I squealed, the chair joints creaking as another orgasm wrenched my naked body.
She withdrew the probe, watching me writhe in the aftermath of the clutching orgasmic fit. I twitched out of control as she delivered a glowing discharge to my tummy, teasing my belly button with the bluish, crackling sparks. Vaginal juices drained from my gaping pussy, soaking into the leather upholstery of her chair. I shuddered as she ran the stinging probe along my naked inner thighs, biting my lower lip to restrain my squeals of passion. The next point of contact was my quivering clit, blue sparks popping as the jittering current shivered through the throbbing little knob of flesh. My inner thighs quivered, threatening to cramp as I thrashed against my bonds, cumming with a passionate shriek as both my cunt and asshole convulsed out of control.
“Tsk,” Ms. Parks remarked, stuffing the cum-soaked panties back into my mouth. I accepted the punishment, knowing I had been warned. My eyes flew wide as electricity danced yet again. The silver probe traced around my gaping pussy, snapping angrily as sparks lashed into my puffy vaginal lips. I flailed violently in the chair as the wriggling current surged from my twat into my ass, contracting orgasmic muscles in series of involuntary reactions. She eased back and the circuit broke. My chest heaving with exertion, I gazed at her with desperate, pleading eyes, wanting — needing — more.
“Ummm… you are a juicy little thing,” Ms. Parks observed. “That chair is going to need a serious cleaning.” I squirmed my naked ass on the padded leather seat, my skin slipping around easily in the smear of girl goo that was growing into a puddle. A slow, steady dripping sound was heard as my vaginal discharge oozed its way off the chair, splattering onto the tiled floor.
The woman made some adjustments to the electronic settings. I tensed myself as the thick metal wand was brought to bear. With a lustful grunt I took the insertion, bucking my hips as she buried eight inches of the massive shaft deep into my grateful cunt with a single forceful thrust. My pussy twitched with anticipation, but no current seemed to flow.
Ms. Parks gave me a wicked grin, reaching into the box. I shook my head, instinctively wanting to ward off the unavoidable. The current started low, just a faint and pleasant tickling that caused me to moan like a shameless whore. A dial turned and the power was increased. I bucked my hips. She reached down and grasped the insulated rubber handle of the metallic prick, holding it steady as I thrashed against my restraints, fucking myself desperately on the glistening steel shaft as once more orgasmic trembling began to build. A tweak to the power setting drove me over the edge, electrical current throbbing through my pussy and into the clutching confines of my ass. I howled with lust and the orgasmic spasm tore through me, the sound muffled by the cum-soaked panties in my mouth. The chair bucked with me as I writhed, the bindings digging harshly into my straining skin. A sheen of sweat erupted across my naked body.
And it simply wouldn’t stop. Ms. Parks stepped back, leaving the massive prick lodged deep within my pussy. She folded her arms across her chest as she admired my orgasmic stamina. Gush after gush of girlish fluids poured from the pink folds of my convulsing twat and my bowels clenched down feverishly, rippling on the massive anal plug. My obscenely stretched rectal gateway puckered feverishly back and forth, a fleshy mouth nursing on the butt-wrecking intruder. My vision began to grey as consciousness slipped away. Yet even as I swooned, the vaginal and anal orgasmic fits continued. Ms. Parks dialed the power up another notch. I knew that passing out would offer no escape. Even as darkness overtook me, the cunt-wrenching contractions would continue…
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… A metallic clink intruded on my slumber. Eyes fluttering, I slowly came awake, confused for a moment to find myself restrained. Weakly I tested my bonds, an overwhelming sensation of fatigue maintaining its grip upon me. Another metallic clink sounded and I struggled to open my eyes. I blinked, blurry vision as well as memory slowly clearing. Ms. Parks gave me a welcoming smile, glancing up at the clock upon the wall as she repacked the items in her box. “I’ve never seen anyone cum that long,” she offered with a tone of admiration. I slowly turned to face the clock, but the numbers made little sense to my still somewhat fuzzy mind. I grunted, feeling an immense pressure in my ass. My once tight little pooper was past the point of offering resistance, and the huge butt-plug eased from my gaping anus without a hint of protest as Ms. Parks tugged it free. She gave the gleaming probe an experimental lick, and then placed it back into its fitted location in the storage box.
Lastly she untied me. With an exhausted groan I slumped from the chair onto the floor, trying to massage some feeling back into my aching limbs. Working my way onto my tingling legs, I scouted around the office, gathering my clothes as Ms. Parks made idle chit-chat. I found everything except my panties, which I suspect the woman may have claimed as a souvenir. I decided to call it even, wriggling my way commando into my tight blue shorts. A spreading stain of vaginal cream quickly spread a darkening stain across the crotch, but I was pretty much beyond letting this concern me. It seemed a fitting addition to my walk of shame as I limped my way from Ms. Parks’ office.
PHASE 5 – THE PAYOFF
Wearily I made my way down the hallway, heading for the exit doors. Amanda leaned against the wall, playing with her phone. “Sorry for the delay,” I offered in apology. “I ran into a few unexpected snags.”
“Not a problem,” she replied with a smile and a shrug. “It’s not like I was bored.” I gave her an appraising glance, noting the numerous streamers of congealing cum matting in her pretty hair. It appears the girl had managed to keep herself entertained.
“We got a date this Saturday at four,” she informed me. “Tiny and Bam-Bam want to introduce us to the rest of the squad.”
I groaned, knowing that would never work. “See if you can reschedule it for two,” I requested, knowing that us two girls couldn’t work our way through an entire football team in just a couple of hours. “You and I got another date on Saturday,” I explained. “We’ve got a foursome with Principal Parks and her daughter, and we got to be cleaned up by seven.” Amanda shot me a look of surprise and then nodded with an eager grin.
“By the way,” I offered, “you really owe it to yourself to get to know the building janitor.”
Amanda’s eyebrows cocked. “Isn’t he the big black one?” she inquired.
“You have no idea,” I countered with a wistful sigh.
We walked for a few moments in silence down the sidewalk. Finally Amanda’s curiosity overcame her. “So… did you get it?”
“Got it,” I confirmed, holding up my phone with the photos of the documents it contained. “Professor Romano’s chemistry mid-term test, AND the answer sheet!” Amanda slapped me a high-five in celebration.
“You ever wonder if it would just be easier to study?” she inquired with a smirk.
I shook my head and snorted in contempt. “That would just take the fun right out of the educational process,” I replied.
