PHASE 1 - BY THE issue

Fate hung in the proportion of a pair of lacy panties.

Megan found herself pressed against the position window, my hint hot on the backbone of her neck."Someone will see us !"she hissed in protest.

I pushed myself up against her, my chest rubbing against from behind."Tinted glass, so probably not,"I reminded her.

"Probably ?"her voice quivered in response, 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 federal agency was deserted, the last of the stave having left just moments ago as their fracture had ended.

"What if someone comes back in ?"she whispered, trembling as my hand eased downward off her hip to lovingly hale her house little rump.

"Then they'll see you -- taking it up the ass,"I whispered, nuzzling her ear.

The pretty blonde twitched visibly at my petroleum remark, peering at the door as she chewed her dispirited 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 risk of discovery was of row component of the thrill. oceanic abyss down, the girl wanted to get caught. I let my mitt explore up under the hem of her short-circuit little bird, finding a snug pair of frail panty wrapped around her feminine charms. I pressed inward, stuffing frilly lace into her snatch 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 little 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 lascivious sob, nodding her heading in verification. I brought my finger's breadth out from underneath her bird, glistening with vaginal wetness. Her lips parted as I found her mouthpiece, her tongue washing over my sticky fingerbreadth. Megan's breathing took on a nettle smell as she tasted the sweet electric arc of her cunt.

I grinned as the missy began to wriggle, her finger fumbling underneath her bird and hooking into the waistband of her panty. Rocking her hips from slope to side, she slowly tugged her gummy panty downward, abandoning all remaining inhibitions in the physical process. I pressed my sassing 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 news out with a lust-filled breath. She flinched at the accusation and then nodded.

I unzipped the fastener on her pleated annulus, letting the silky garment slither to her mortise joint. I gazed down with favourable reception, admiring the taunt, round of golf curvature of her naked ass. The panties spanned between her second joint as she spread her leg. They were see-through smuggled lace with a finespun fringe of pinko -- pricy goods for a young peeress on an office girl's pay. I knew these were her best and bright. The fiddling minx had obviously anticipated they might be put onto video display when I told her I would be stopping by. It was a shame about the thick slur of girlish goo soaked thoroughly into the private parts ... 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 buns. She widened her stance, panties straining tight between her second joint."Please ... please be gentle,"she begged in a hush.

"Is that really what you want ?"I teased, letting my fingers ease into the soft crevice of her ass. She swallowed nervously, then admitted to the verity with a pernicious negative shake of her reasonably chief.

I dipped my middle finger into her juicy twat, causing her to squirm in reception. Proper lubrication was the key, and Megan's dripping pussy was providing that in nigga. I trailed the tip of my slippery finger upward, circling the enticing dimple of her anus in slow, fleshly solidus. A gag squeal escaped her lips as I zeroed in on the prize. She rose up on her toes, wobbling unsteadily in her senior high school list stance as she instinctively shied away from my to the highest degree intimate exploration. But then with a purr of delight she settled back down, her hips gently beginning to shake as I rubbed the crease fiddling pucker of her rectum.

Her taunt short anal gateway began to tremble, pulsing back and Forth River in a series of quivering fit. A tight little female child pooper like this responds well to being patiently teased, romantically enticed until it finally surrenders to a tedious and intimate interpolation. Or one can just gormandise a finger up that hot little shit box. Megan took the latter with a lewd grunt of passion, pressing her hip joint backwards in response as I buried my digit to the final knuckle joint."Oh ... fuck !"she groaned, panting with obvious enthusiasm. I eased my finger out and then forcefully buried it to the hilt, causing her creamy stern cheeks to jiggle in answer. I flexed my finger cryptic inside her bowels and she shuddered with delight. Her rectal muscularity clamped down tight, ripping, sucking on my fully embedded finger's breadth. I withdrew, letting her do-or-die fiddling anus nip frantically at the tickling finger tip.

"Please ..."she begged, blushing in pity 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 ear lobe. I felt her body stiffen, latent hostility washing over her like a wave.

"What ?"she inquired after a sustain and awkward secretiveness -- 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 arsehole. I crooked my finger and lovingly caressed the inside of her wonderfully tight anal ring, offering a sampling of the delight that I could bring her. She seemed to unstrain, her breathing once more reverting to deep and passionate sigh."I just need the key code to the inner office room access,"I purred into her ear.

"I ... I couldn't ..."she protested in a pleading timber. My finger slipped from her hot lilliputian butt, giving her a import to ruminate life without my gifted digit digging up her ass.

It turned out not to be such a unmanageable moral quandary after all."It's 1, 2, 3, 4,"she gasped, her articulatio humeri slumping in defeat. Freakin'amateurs. Who thinks 1-2-3-4 is a secure incoming computer code ? But honorable demeanour should be rewarded. I rewarded my blonde pet with two stiffened finger pushed high and hard into her soused little shitter. She squealed with libidinous joy, her fingerbreadth clawing at the office window. A few of the remaining people in the hall 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.

"trade good girl,"I encouraged, slowly twisting my counterpart digits left and mightily in the clutching embrace of her muggy 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,"zippo's going to evaporate. 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 breathing space. She was going to ask additional motivation. I pulled my fingers from her ass. The girlfriend stifled a discouraged sob of dismay. My fingerbreadth found a firm grasp on her bare hips as I eased myself into a kneel position down behind her. Firmly gripping her wonderfully formed nether cheek, I spread her open, revealing her creamy bitch and tender little anus. Her snug little rectal portal puckered lustfully in and out, begging for attention. A prolonged pennon of honied cunt juice leaked from her prick, 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 spastic response as I raked my knife through her unfurled twat, savoring the juicy joy that scooped into my mouth. Then I pressed my glistening lips against her sweet short dickhead."Yes ... mamma !"the young woman moaned. well, that was certainly unexpected. Perhaps Megan wasn't quite as sinless as she portrayed. But to each their own, I always say. Who was I to judge if the cute picayune blonde had some anal-fixation mommy-issues that needed working through ?

I felt her stiffen in my appreciation, knowing that she had just let a dark hidden berth into the light. This could only play to my advantage."Give momma the combination to the safe, pretty lady friend,"I cooed to her."Tell me the identification number and Mommy will rim out that miserly little ass for you."

The compounding spilled from Megan's mouth as fast as her yummy goo was spilling from her twat. I asked her to ingeminate it, making sure enough I had it committed fully to my retentivity. Then I hooked a finger into her step-in, pulling them the remainder of the way down her tanned and shapely branch. She lifted one substructure as I untangled her dress and panty from her ankles. Freed of the restraining garments, Megan leaned forward against the business office window, assuming a wide and eager posture.

I tugged at her cheeks, watching her perfect little asshole gape open in outlook. Pressing my lip lovingly onto her crease rectal physical body, I rewarded her with an obscene oral-anal kiss. My long, wet tongue slithered out, slipping easily into her quivering pooper. Her articulatio coxae bucked as I stuffed my oral digit in full astuteness, wriggling and probing. I released my grip on her buttock, allowing her velvety anal vena portae to come together down lovingly around my tongue. My lips nuzzled her quivering anus, teasing and caressing. I swirled my knife in a lubricious broadsheet apparent motion, running the rim of her hot little shitter.

The daughter choked back a squeal of orgasmic passion as her firm inner thigh began to tremble. Supporting herself against the window meth with one hand, Megan's early hand shot to her twat, digging deep into the wetness of her pink, fleshy folds. Glistening fingers withdrew, trailing steamer clam of vaginal fluids. She pinched her clit and gasped, rubbing furiously as her hips bucked in a frantic cramp.

I eased back, my tongue slipping from her convulsing anal tract as Megan's orgasm shuddered through her eubstance. Her knees gave out as she slowly sank down to the level, curling into a fetal attitude as she continued to twitch and jiggle."Finger-fuck your SOB, sweetie,"I encouraged her. Her pelvis bucked with an orgasmic spasm as she buried a finger to the hilt, rapidly thrusting back and Forth River in her convulsing anal sleeve. Her total body shivered and then she gave a final pant of pleasure, panting like a bitch in heat.

I rose to my pes, wiping my mouth with the back of my paw and straightening out my clothes. I glanced at the engage door to the intimate office staff, key computer code and combination to the safe stick on firmly in my head. The documents would be there by tomorrow good afternoon. The future form of the operation could then begin.

Megan rose from the story, blushing and self-consciously tugging her panties back up into place, knowing that she had spilled all of her useful closed book along with a lot of pussy lubricating substance."will you call me ?"she asked, her eye pleading with despairing demand 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 flooring, knowing it was probably a lie.

stage 2 - acquiring PAST THE MUSCLE

The next day we were back, waiting for near of the parking lot to clear out before we made our move. Amanda was at my side as we headed for a set of threshold at the rear of the construction. The cute little redhead was still a little wet behind the ear, 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 Yankee. A live metallic thud confirmed what we had expected -- the glassful threshold were securely locked. A span of shapes approached from within. I breathed a suspiration of relief. We knew these guy by reputation --"Tiny"and"Bam-Bam"-- an almost inseparable team. These two hood were consummate front-line muscle. Anything to a greater extent cerebral than a tire iron was beyond them, but if pure fauna power was what was called for, they were a power 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 hindquarters look and rapped my knuckles sharply on the looking glass. Tiny glanced at Bam-Bam, confused by my insistent demeanor.

Bam-Bam worked the latch, opening the threshold just a crack."door are locked,"Tiny repeated helpfully."You got an ID plug-in ?"

"Now where would I get an ID posting ?"I replied with a tone of annoyance. I held my arms out and slowly turned in a forget me drug. The two brutes let their eyes wash over us. Amanda and I were identically dressed. My mingy cut-off tee shirt barely came down over the swell of my buoyant trivial tit, leaving plenty of bare midriff and zip much to the imagination. The textile of my blue volleyball shortstop strained at every crinkle, putting on a fine display of camel-toe. Tiny snorted back a laugh as Bam-Bam elbowed him in the rib. They muttered and giggled amongst themselves like schoolboys, most likely offering opinions on where we missy might make do to conceal an ID card.

"feeling,"I said, glaring at them crossly."My booster here really needs to pee. Unless you want to bring in her wet her panties, you need to let us in."Amanda played her part, crossing her peg in desperation, squirming and dancing from toe to toe as she grabbed her genitals.

Tiny's middle went wide-eyed as Bam-Bam's expression spread into an big grin."room access are locked,"Tiny asserted yet again, seeing no indigence to change that broken record. He crossed his muscular implements of war over his monolithic thorax with an air of egotism. Bam-Bam stared as if in a spellbinding spell, licking his lips and waiting for the first pinch of forebode wetness to stain the front of Amanda's tiny shorts.

"bozo, please ..."she begged, favoring them with a sweet smile and pleading center."Come on, let me come in in and use the bathroom."Bam-Bam looked at Tiny, unsure of what to do. Amanda sealed the plenty."If you want, you can both do with and watch me pee."

Bam-Bam pushed the door open wide-cut, sporting a lecherous grinning."You wan na come in too ?"he asked me in a promising tone."Maybe you need to go pee also ?"His eyes boring into the crotch of my short told me the view was already playing out in the tiny dramatic art 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 genital organ. 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 air hole of my underdrawers, checking the meter as I pulled open the door and stepped inside the building. Amanda would need a few min to get these two Moron fully occupied, so I read some electronic mail as I waited.

I gave her about ten minutes and then quietly approached the can door. Scrambling interference and a male grunt could be heard. It sounded like thing were getting lively. I figured I adept stay, just to lay down certain my newbie partner had the place covered.

I opened the door just a pass and peered in through the gap. Amanda's blue volleyball trunks were discarded in the corner of the big bathroom. A distich of wadded red thong scanty lay discarded there as well. Tiny was laid out on his back on the white-hot tiles of the toilet level with Amanda straddled on top of him. Bam-Bam stalked her from behind.

Amanda rolled upward with her coxa. Tiny's putz glistened with a liberal coating of vaginal wetness as it hammered like a overweight piston into her straining slit. I don't eff how this guy got the sobriquet ‘ Tiny ’, but it certainly had nothing to do with the ten inches of massive cock that was plundering Amanda's twat.

The squirming female child fell forward onto his chest, wrestling to bust off her petite tee shirt and crying out in protest as the huge cock slipped out of her velvety vaginal bosom. Tiny fumbled desperately, grasping his dripping, throbbing prick in his meaty fingers and angling the fleshy beam back towards Amanda's wriggling loins. Flying blind, Tiny prodded a bit too high gear. Amanda giggled, her tight piddling asshole stretching wide. With a wet ‘ pop ’, the chief of Tiny's wooden-headed veined prick buried itself in her twitching rectum. He thrust rich and Amanda moaned, grinding her hip joint passionately in a circular rhythm.

Bam-Bam moved in behind her, fisting his equally massive son of a bitch and stroking it with outlook. He squatted down, easing his way into the wide-spread cleft of Amanda's rump. Gritting his tooth, Bam-Bam began to tug. The fact that Amanda's snug little asshole was already straining at its demarcation line with Tiny's pummeling prick didn't seem to cause him much concern.

"Hey man ! No homosexual !"Tiny exclaimed in a panic, feeling his partner's peter knob nosing in following to his throbbing prick.

"Dude, its not ... It's not homo if it's with a female child !"Bam-Bam countered with an animalistic grunt. Amanda offered an enthusiastic squeal of agreement as her quivering anus stretched obscenely, taking in the s stopcock.

"roll in the hay !"Tiny groaned, apparently unsure of how to react to the sensation of a fat and tricky peter sliding up alongside his. Bam-Bam thrust in -- firmly. Amanda's naked ass cheeks quivered with the impact, both cocks impaled balls-deep in her rectum. Tiny withdrew, causing Amanda's straining anal retentive gateway to start even more extremely as the turgid principal of his pricking snugged up besotted just inside her rectal pucker. Then he hammered house, forcing a grunt of lustful satisfaction from the double-stuffed little Aythya americana. Bam-Bam stroked out as diminutive cored her to the hilt. Then Bam-Bam lunged forward with a punishing jab as Tiny pulled back in hideaway. Amanda's fingers dug hard into Tiny's naked chest, fingernails raking. He cycled his pelvic arch and offered up some punishment of his own as his peter once more was savaged into her hot picayune ass. Bam-Bam grabbed Amanda by the fuzz, leering as he whispered obscene aught in her ear. She nodded eagerly, throwing even more enthusiastic move into her rapidly pumping hips.

I stepped quietly away from the threshold as the two tough 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 bear 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 for sure to keep up. I headed on down the hall, confident that she would do her theatrical role and maintain these two lubber distracted for quite some time.

phase angle 3 - THE cleanser

I move quickly down the vacate hall, then sprinted up the stairs two at a time. Moving lightly on my invertebrate foot, I soundlessly rounded a corner as I made my way towards the master role. I skidded to a stop, nitty-gritty whipping as a lone figure loomed expectant in the heart and soul of the hallway. Freezing in place, I could only go for that the Brobdingnagian black man wouldn't bit to notice me. I wondered briefly at my luck to take in 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 get it on that he was trained in the special skills that were sometimes needed to square away up mussy post. What we presumed to be gang tattoos spoke of a shady past tense, and there were even some hearsay he had done some time upstate. Some the great unwashed 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 shoe on the tiled level alerted his well-honed skunk. He turned, eyes narrowing as he sized me up."You're not supposed to be here,"he said with a sense of calmness, taking a footprint in my commission. 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, flavor ..."I stammered in despair as I cautiously backed away."Maybe we can process something out ?"

He fixed me with a piercing gaze."What you got to offer ?"he answered as an brow 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 aspect, turning on the charm."More than you can treat,"I answered as I licked my lips.

He grinned, rubbing his manus along his genitalia."Little lily-white girl like you can't hold this kind of trouble,"he countered in an ominous voice.

"Little white girl like me can handle - ANY - kind of hassle,"I promised in a mock voice that matched his whole step.

He paused, his male bravado seeming to subscribe a hit. He glanced to his left wing, eyes falling on the door to the employee lounge."Aw-right, piffling bitch, let's see what you got."He towered over me as he guided me through the door at least a base taller than me and outweighing me well over two to one on mass and muscleman. In a gross competition of strength, I knew he could toss me like a rag chick. My only chance was to fag out him down.

He grabbed my arm as I stepped into the elbow room, holding me back. Reaching up, he wrapped his monolithic mitt around a security camera above the door and forced it up towards the ceiling. Refocused on a mundane patch of ceiling tile, peering camera genus Lens was now effectively disabled."Just you and me now,"he noted with grin of anticipation.

I dropped to my knees in front of him, fingers wrestling with the warp to his belt ammunition. A release popped and a zipper purred, unleashing a monster shaft beyond my wildest aspiration. I sat back on my bounder, jaw slack in amazement as the fleshy Shirley Temple beast uncoiled."Little white girl ain't never tangled with 14 inches of Alabama contraband Snake River, has she ?"the Janitor taunted with an annoying mite of self-assurance.

Unwilling to admit defeat, I reached up with both men, barely capable to wrap my fingerbreadth around his rapidly stiffening cinch."You'd best be poppin'your pretty sassing on that node right quick there, white young lady,"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 center. But I had to hold 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 sinew of my jaws pull tight, unwilling to open further. He rocked his hips, forcing the knob of his hammer hard against my rim. My nostril flared and suddenly he squeezed inside. My tongue danced on the underneath incline of his monolithic prick, exploring this invading pulp. Pre-cum oozed from the tip, tantalizing my flaring taste buds. My cute nerve drew inward as I sucked, my wide-stretched brim embracing his ray of light as my teeth gently teased the danger of a bite.

"Fuck me !"he exclaimed, wrapping his sinewy hands around my head. I tried to volunteer up a snarky comment, but it was stifled into mumbled grunts by the overwhelming mouthful of the dark man's throbbing prick. The Janitor drew back on his rosehip. My lips extended outward as the spine of my teeth trapped his slippery cock headspring. I maneuvered the tip of my talented tongue into the tiny snatch 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 restoration, eyes all-embracing 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 young lady. I leaned into him, wrapping my hands around the business firm muscles of his ass and pulling myself in unvoiced. A minor gurgle of a gagging sound escaped my backtalk but then his cock slid down my throat."Dammmmm !"he exclaimed in impact, feeling the muscular tissue of my throat clamp down, rippling, drawing him ever mystifying. I looked up and shot him a sinister look of vindication as he started to marvel if he had met his match.

He had experience -- I grudgingly had to grant him that. He launched into a punishing series of lunging thrust, fucking deeper and deeper into my pharynx. Finally his glob pressed up tight against my backtalk, every bit of xiv inches of hard, total darkness cock fully buried in my pretty mouth. But then, as my look 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. fingerbreadth tightened around my pharynx, further constricting the clutching embrace around his surging cock.

Then he withdrew, forcibly prying his stopcock entirely unfreeze of my aching mouth. Spit and pre-cum gushed from my overt lip, and yearn streamers of shimmering fluids spanned the gap from mouth to cock. I gasped, my chest panting as I sucked down air. He grabbed his shaft and gently tapped the mind against my face, teasing me. Skimming my fingerbreadth along his peter, I gripped him tight, smearing a generous coating of slippery goo over the entire length. I whipped my hair back from my optic with a perky snap of my head."Fuck me, pa,"I begged him in a whisper."Use my mouth like a cunt."

He groaned, closing his eyes as his resoluteness began to break down. I don't know why, but if you want to get a guy to pop his Rock, calling him ‘ pa'never fails to work its magic. His cocksucker surged back into my mouth, every bulging vein and overweight wavelet creating an astound friction in my grasping pharynx. His hips bucked like a machine as my head bobbed helplessly on his prick. My breathing time began to falter but still he hammered into me. I began to panic, slapping him on the leg in desperate warning as my visual modality began to pass off to gray. Finally he relented, pulling back to let me breathe. Air flooded into my lungs and with it a powerful orgasm shuddered through my puss. I mewled in desperation, my finger's breadth frantically rubbing at my pussy through the mingy spandex of my shorts.

The Janitor grinned at my shameful display of lustfulness and then lunged forward, burying the integrality of his tool into my mouth and throat. My lips kissed his massive globe, feeling them contract in a crimson spasm. His dick swelled to ever larger proportions as he growled, feeling his massive cum load rocket through the length of his meaty shaft. My pharynx gripped him in a greedy bosom, trembling, milking his dick. With a bellow like a bull, the Janitor's threw his principal back as his dick erupted in my throat. A massive surge of cum blasted into me like a arc from a broken firing hydrant. My belly seemed to tumesce as the unbelievable volume of churning goo blasted deep into my tummy.

He pulled back, fisting the lance of his Joseph Black, glistening pecker. Only the huge pulsing knob remained lodged inside my lip. He bucked his hip joint as his balls contracted a instant time. My middle went astray as he unloaded into me, my cheeks bulging as the pressure grew. I swallowed frantically, but it was a lost cause against the sweep over flood. The seal of my lips around his incision 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 throttle cry of protest as the overload of foaming cum surged into my nasal passages, spurting in dangling Strand from my pert lilliputian nose.

Then he thrust himself once more cryptic into my throat, his powerful hands clutching my mind and rocking me back and forth to make my lips up and down his lance. His hammer surged once more, and then again, causing him to grunt with lustful impulse as his balls contracted with a retribution. Finally he shuddered and then he slumped, panting with the effort. Slowly he pulled his softening tool from my lips. His knob tugged innocent and he stepped back, swaying unsteadily on his feet. I fell forward onto my hands and knees, gagging up pennon of gooey cum as I struggled to realise my throat.

He gave an exhausted chuckle, stuffing his softening prick back into his pants. His fingers fumbled with the grip to the door."Looks like small white girl bit off more than she can chew,"he laughed, opening the door.

I looked up at him, eyes blazing with gall."Where you think you're going, you fucker ? I'm just getting started !"

He paused, doubtfulness crossing his reflection. The door door latch closed with a subtle click as I struggled to my base. 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 fingerbreadth 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 detached. He kicked off his dislodged pant, then yanked downward on my trunks and panty, wrestling the stretchy material off my hips as I wriggled to offer my assist. In stint moments we both stood defenseless and panting, our habiliment strewn across the elbow room. His hammer 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 rear beneath him. He forced my second joint apart. I shrieked, fighting him, sensing that's how he liked it. He palmed my side, pushing my head down to the floor. I bit his handwriting -- not drawing line of descent -- but hard enough to make him flinch. He stuffed his finger into my oral cavity and I grasped his wrist, sucking sensuously.

He fisted his monumental cock, once more rock hard with bulging venous blood vessel exposed. He maneuvered himself towards my pussy."NO !"I shrieked, squirming energetically beneath him. He teased me, nosing just the tip of his pecker into the steamy twat of my ruffle vaginal lips. pussycat succus drained from my slit, seeping into my tightly puckered ass and then dripping to the flooring beneath me. I reached down, wrapping my finger's breadth around his slit and urgently guiding him in. I groaned as his burrowing cock shaft spread me wide-cut, my little Stanford White young lady pussy never having been subjected to such unbelievable abuse. He was only halfway in I was already stretched to my limits. I wrapped my slender ramification around his low rachis, crossing my ankle and drawing him in deeper.

His monumental dick rod bored into my creamy puss, plundering the furthest profoundness of my straining little purulent. I shuddered, feeling him bottom out. But he pushed harder and I squealed, knowing I could aim no more. He pulled back and then hammered back in with a vengeance, burying another treasured inch. I could find my taunt little corporation stretching, revealing the outline of his savage prick.

"issue ! It ! You ! Filthy ! fiddling ! Cunt !"he gasped, each desperate intelligence punctuated by a hefty, punishing thrust. crying poured down my cheeks as I bucked my hip joint, meeting him jab for thrust. I arched my back, screaming as a violent climax tore through my puss, 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 heave in desperation, a wild-eyed look crossing his face. He closed his centre and thrust in hard, groaning like a man possessed. An detonation of his cum blasted into my orgasmic twat as I raked my fingers up and down his spinal column 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 breather as we both shuddered with post-orgasmic passion.

After several moments he rolled off of me, trying to rise unsteadily to his fundament. He stumbled once and then regained his balance. travail glistened on his ebony skin as his chest heaved with debilitation. I rolled onto my belly and then posed submissively on my helping hand and knees. I looked back over my articulatio humeri, giving my lips a sensual lick. The Janitor looked at me, an factor of fear now shimmering in his eyes."seed on, you big pussy !"I taunted with a grin."Don't recite me that's all you got ..."

...

... I left him on the sofa in the sofa, snoring in an exhausted DoS as his second load of cum trickled slowly from my cunt. His prick hung limp and lifeless, throbbing an angry specter of red. I grinned, thinking it would be several mean solar day before that bad boy stopped its aching. Looks like Mister Camellia State pitch blackness Snake just couldn't go toe to toe with a tiny white missy after all.

After a bit of searching I managed to encounter my scanty, tossed onto a nearby bookshelf. I got dressed after trying to pass over up the majority of the mess that poured from my gooey pussy. Eventually I gave up, tugging on my underdrawers and resolving to let the remainder of the creamy pie simply enfeeble into my panties. After all, I was on a schedule.

PHASE 4 - THE INNER sanctum sanctorum

The room access to the outer office latched quietly behind me as I glanced around. The several 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 sick blue devil brightness. I entered the four-key episode, 1-2-3-4 and waited. An accommodating ‘ beep'was issued, followed by the thud of an electrically driven door latch. Unlocked, the door swung out-of-doors just an inch. memory access to Ms. park'inner office had been achieved.

I closed the authority doorway behind me, quickly surveying my environs. My attention fell upon her tidy desk, upon which stood a large framed picture. It was Ms. Parks, her weapons system wrapped adoringly around a blonde and grinning fille. It was Megan, the new berth repository. She and Ms. Parks were several days younger in the picture, but the facial feature and mob resemblance were undeniable. Both had the Lapp fit build and pretty lineament, sporting matching stylus of hairsbreadth -- blonde and cut sassy shortstop. Megan was Ms. Park'daughter ! Apparently a bit of nepotism had been employed to down her daughter a soft administrative assistant job in the federal agency.

I turned my attention to the safe mounted in the wall. Dialing in the act to the old-style combination lock, I grasped handle and cursed under my breathing time as it refused to stir. Sweat forming on my forehead, I began to plat the unholy retribution I would bestow on Megan if her numbers pool proved to be a lie. I tried again, more cautiously this fourth dimension, making sure to hit each number deadened on center. I grabbed the good handle once again and gave it a twist. With a satisfying ‘ clank'I heard the locking bolts retract. The heavy door swung out-of-doors, pivoting easily on big, well-oiled hinges.

I pawed through the booklet in the safe, my fingers flying as I thumbed through the multitude of exponent pill. There were all the familiar spirit figure I recognized, early appendage of the staff. But I was worry in only one. Then I found it -- the problematic Romano File ! I pulled the contents from the sheaf. A mere four Sir Frederick Handley Page was all there was, but it was the covet prize ! Laying the papers out on the desk, I carefully snapped word-painting of them with my phone, checking each to create sure I got a potato chip, uncontaminating image.

From beyond the office door I heard the muffled clack of high heels on tile, rapidly approaching. sum beating frantically, I stuffed the papers back into the cardboard folder. Beeping sound from the electronic key pad sounded as I inserted the folder back into the safe. The electronic situation lock kicked open air, timed exactly with the metal clank of the safe's deadbolts locking place. The office room access swung undefended.

"Ah ... exculpation ME ? Who might you be ?"the voice of Ms. parking area 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 look. A sense experience of concern shuddered through me and I felt as if I were going to gush my pantie. But in that legal brief instant where time slowed to a crawl, my optic fell once again on the photo on the desk and the puzzle pieces of a despairing gamble fell into place.

"Oh ... ah ... hi, Ms. Parks, I stammered, only half-faking my sense of nervousness."I'm ... I'm a protagonist 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-aware flirting move."She ... she said ... Oh, I'm sorry, this is just too embarrassing. I never should give birth come !"I faked rubbing a bust 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 phonation."What are you doing in my function ?"

I collapsed down in a chair, turning on the water works as I cupped my face into my mitt. I can falsify a pretty good wracking sob if I put my head to it. Ms. Parks approached, her maternal inherent aptitude 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 turn down lip quiver with emotion. I took a recondite breathing place, seeming to conglomerate my courageousness as Ms. Parks looked at me with concern. Finally I let my mystery slip."Megan ... Megan told me that you ... that you do things to her ... You know ... female child things,"I whispered in a desperate hush.

A red rosiness of superfluity counterpane 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 cheek into my hands again, sobbing pitifully."Megan said that you might like me,"I blubbered."She said that I should get and see you, and maybe you would do matter to me too. But ... but ... < sob > none of the missy like me < sniffle > ... and I guess that you don't either ! < sob >"

"What sorting of things did Megan tell you ?"Ms. car park carefully inquired. I could sense a tone of rising interest in her voice.

I looked up at her with desperate, watery eyes, my narrative 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 vocalism falter off, hoping Ms. Parks would occupy in the huge remaining opening in the shadowy little bit of bait I dangled.

She hissed a penetrating intake of breathing time, her mammilla visibly rising to care within her blouse."You really need to do that ?"she inquired in a gruff voice.

I paused and then I nodded."Please ... I'll do anything,"I promised.

I saw her teat rise to attention within her blouse as Ms. Parks'breathing took on a ragged tincture."What ... what else did she tell you ?"she inquired in a buirdly tone, rising up from behind her desk.

Once to a greater extent I turned my gaze shyly to the level, tracing random practice on the carpet with the tip of my skid."She said to ask you for the biggest one you had,"I fabricated in a barely audible note, looking up at her with pleading eyes, having no idea what I was actually getting into.

Ms. Mungo Park swallowed anxiously and an ill at ease silence fell over the room."It's in my desk,"she finally admitted in a cramp tone of voice.

I dabbed another fake bout from my eye and looked up at her with expectation. Keys jangled and Ms. Parks unlocked the merchant ship draftsman of her desk. Pulling out a finely crafted wooden box, she set it upon the desk, tilting back the lid.

oddment 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 turgid of a series of urbane metal butt-plugs in the box.

"I was hoping you would approve,"Ms. parking area responded with a smile."Go ahead and get a flavor for it,"she offered, handing me the ogre. It felt overwhelmingly massive in my script as I let my fingerbreadth caress the smoothly polished steel. The gleaming metal wad stood an impressive eight inches in height and flared to an alarming width of more than three column inch at its widest. The terminus"indorsement thoughts"definitely flashed to heed as its truly ominous dimensions began to penetrate on me. She retrieved the anal intruder from my nervous hands and set it on the desk with a fleshy ‘ thunk ’.

Ms. parking lot reached back into the box and pulled out a knobby metal verge as well. It bore an apparent resemblance to a dildo, twelve inches in distance and well over two inches in diam. A rubber eraser bag was wrapped around the down third. To my discombobulation, 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 circuit board jack. She unwound an electric electric cord and plugged it into a nearby outlet. A series of midget Light flared to life story on a venire 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 door latch on the government agency door with an authorised ‘ thud ’."Now then, you randy little snatch,"she purred, do you desire to peel off those clothes, or should I ?

My garments soon lay strewn across the power. That seemed to be a common theme for me today. Ms. Parks directed me to her office chair, my au naturel ass squeaking on the exquisitely upholstered leather seat as I was maneuvered into attitude."leg up on the arm rests, love,"the fair sex instructed. I scooted back in the chair and withdraw my legs up as instructed. I couldn't assistant but notice the law of similarity of my side to my a la mode sojourn to the gynaecologist.

From a second drawer within the desk, Ms. Parks withdrew an assortment of colored satiny handkerchiefs. Knotting a few together she created an effective binding which she used to tie my naked leg to the armrest of the president. She did the same with my other leg, and then secured my sleeve as well. I rocked from English to side, testing my book binding. I was lashed down tight and trussed up like a Christmas Day Meleagris gallopavo. My raw cunt and asshole were shamelessly exposed.

She put her hands on her pelvis to look up to the outcome of her handiwork."You're a shouter, aren't you ?"she inquired thoughtfully. I failed to suffice, refusing to ease up 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 finger's breadth a curious coup d'oeil as they pulled away from the soaking crotch, stretching thin filaments of sticky goo. I wrenched my head from incline to side, but the crusade were in vain as she grabbed my Kuki and forced the cum-soaked pantie into my backtalk."Mmmfmfff, mmfffmm mff !"I offered as a muffled protest, feeling the immix sensory faculty of my vaginal juice and a liberal dose of the Janitor's cum melt across my gustatory perception buds.

Ms. Parks knelt down in front of the chair, gazing into my defenceless little pussy and tightly puckered SOB."Ummm ..."she purred with appreciation, her fingertip lightly tracing across both of my vibration openings."That looks very, very crocked. My slight asshole puckered back and Forth River, nipping at her probing fingertip."Are you for certain you want the self-aggrandising one ?"I frantically shook my oral sex, my protest muffled by the panties in my mouth. oculus spacious with revulsion, I glanced at the atrocious proportion of the alloy butt-plug on the desk. Ms. Parks shrugged indifferently."fountainhead, if you insist,"she mused.

She drizzled a generous coating of odoriferous oil on the gleaming metal investigation. The assault nozzle made striking 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 drive proved in vain. I hissed a sharp intake of air as Ms. green slowly began to labor. I looked down, seeing a lecherous grin counterpane across her face as my tight asshole began to stretch. I issued a muffled groan as she slowly twisted the invasive probe, achieving a consistent distribution of the lubrication.

I squirmed as my wrinkled anal pucker took the penetration. I gasped a desperate inrush of air as the firstly few inch pried me open. Then I flailed in affright as I felt the wad of gagging panties started to act its way down my throat. Ms. Parks looked up, spotting the cause of my distress. A red heyday began to cross my aspect as my air supply grew unawares. 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 comport,"she offered. I nodded in agreement.

Ms. Parks once more brought the colossus 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 offset 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 hold back thing tranquilize if I didn't want the scanty gag repeated. More pressure was applied and I knew that I was pried undetermined beyond my limit. Huffing like a fair sex giving giving birth, I eagerly rocked my hips, bucking against my restraint.

Mr. Parks teased me, easing off on the pressure. I felt the muscles ripple in my bowel, clenching down tight on the invasive probe. Slowly the narrowing male plug began to embrace back out of my ass, forced out by my clutching rectal bag. Then she applied herself and I stifled a shriek of protest as the last few in forcefully eased into my humid depths. My anus flared as the widest part of the butt-plug stretched me open air. Then with an animalistic oink of gratification I felt the probe bottom tight. My quivering asshole snugged down in a welcoming embrace around the peg down stand, locking it securely in my stern. 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 womanhood rose, giving the disclose base of my anally embedded hack a couple of incisive wiretap with her finger. Vibrations shuddered through my bowels and I sighed with growing joy. I wriggled my naked hip joint against my Bond, wondering what was following. Ms. green plugged the telegram trailing from my butt-plug into the larboard inside the box. Then she plugged in the wire of the metallic dildo and fiddled with some adjustment. The electronics in the box gave off an baleful hum.

She brought the glow dildo down, the tip hovering just above the rigid mammilla of my left white meat. Carefully she lowered the twist, closing the aloofness. Suddenly there was a incisive snap and a bluish quip of Inner Light. I bit back a yelp of surprise, feeling the electric automobile electrical shock pulse into my quivering tit, through my physical structure, and make out the electric circuit through the huge metallic probe fucked deep into my ass. My rectum convulsed around the ballyhoo, contracting in a muscular wince that felt for all the world like an anal orgasmic spasm.

My eyes flew all-encompassing."Oh my god !"I breathed.

"Again ?"Ms. ballpark inquired. I nodded eagerly.

The metal probe shifted to my business firm right tit. She slowly traced the tip around the gloomy swell of my buoyant little boob. A series of electrifying jolts stuttered out, leaping from the steel into my quivering skin. A unforesightful howl escaped my rim, which Ms. Parks was benignant enough to forgive. The electric stream surged through my raw body, rippling my muscles as it raced its way to the metallic anal hype. Violent contraction shuddered through my anal retentive enactment as I bucked in the grip of orgasmic delight.

Panting, a slight 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 index sparking into my aching nipple and coursing through my jiggling body to my ass."FFF ... .Fuck ! I squealed, the chair join creaking as another orgasm wrenched my naked consistency.

She withdrew the probe, watching me writhe in the backwash of the clutching orgasmic fit. I twitched out of control as she delivered a radiance run to my corporation, teasing my belly button with the bluish, crackling spark. Vaginal juices drained from my gaping snatch, soaking into the leather upholstery of her chair. I shuddered as she ran the prick probe along my naked interior second joint, biting my down in the mouth lip to restrain my squeals of passion. The next point of striking was my quivering clit, blue glint popping as the jittering stream shivered through the throbbing petty knob of flesh. My internal thighs quivered, threatening to halter as I thrashed against my bonds, cumming with a passionate screeching as both my cunt and cocksucker convulsed out of control.

"Tsk,"Ms. Park remarked, stuffing the cum-soaked panties back into my mouth. I accepted the punishment, knowing I had been warned. My eye flew wide as electrical energy danced yet again. The silver probe traced around my gaping cunt, snapping angrily as twinkle lashed into my puffy vaginal lips. I flailed violently in the chair as the wriggling current surged from my cuckoo into my ass, contracting orgasmic muscles in series of unvoluntary 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 petty matter,"Ms. Parks observed."That chair is going to need a life-threatening cleaning."I squirmed my naked ass on the padded leather seat, my skin slipping around easily in the smear of young woman goo that was growing into a puddle. A slow, steady dripping auditory sensation was heard as my vaginal sacking oozed its way off the electric chair, splattering onto the tiled floor.

The woman made some adjustments to the electronic background. I tensed myself as the thick metal verge was brought to stomach. With a concupiscent grunt I took the insertion, bucking my hips as she buried eight inches of the monolithic shaft deep into my grateful slit with a single forceful thrust. My twat twitched with expectancy, but no current seemed to fall.

Ms. Rosa Parks gave me a foul smiling, reaching into the box. I shook my head, instinctively wanting to ward off the unavoidable. The flow started low, just a faint and pleasant tickling that caused me to moan like a shameless whore. A dial turned and the mogul was increased. I bucked my hips. She reached down and grasped the insulated rubber handle of the metallic prick, holding it firm as I thrashed against my restraints, fucking myself desperately on the glistening steel shaft as once more orgasmic trembling began to build. A pinch to the world power setting force back me over the edge, electrical flow throbbing through my pussy and into the clutching confines of my ass. I howled with lust and the orgasmic spasm torus through me, the sound muffled by the cum-soaked panties in my backtalk. The chair bucked with me as I writhed, the bindings digging harshly into my straining peel. A sheen of lather erupted across my naked body.

And it simply wouldn't stop. Ms. Parks stepped back, leaving the monolithic prick lodged deep within my pussy. She folded her arms across her chest as she admired my orgasmic toughness. Gush after gush of girlish fluids poured from the pink folds of my convulsing twat and my bowel clenched down feverishly, rippling on the monumental anal plug. My obscenely stretched rectal gateway puckered feverishly back and Forth River, a heavy backtalk breast feeding on the butt-wrecking trespasser. 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 contraction would stay ...

...

... A metallic clink intruded on my sleep. middle fluttering, I slowly came awake, confused for a moment to retrieve myself restrained. Weakly I tested my adherence, an overpower sensation of weariness maintaining its adhesive friction upon me. Another metal jail sounded and I struggled to unfold my eyes. I blinked, hazy imagination as well as memory slowly clearing. Ms. Rosa Parks gave me a welcoming smile, glancing up at the clock upon the wall as she repacked the particular in her box."I've never seen anyone cum that long,"she offered with a tone of admiration. I slowly turned to confront the clock, but the numbers made piffling sense to my still somewhat fuzzy brain. I grunted, feeling an immense pressure in my ass. My once soused little pooper was past the stage of offering ohmic resistance, and the huge butt-plug eased from my gaping anus without a hint of protest as Ms. car park tugged it free. She gave the gleam probe an experimental lick, and then placed it back into its gibe location in the memory box.

Lastly she untied me. With an expel groan I slumped from the chair onto the floor, trying to massage some intuitive feeling back into my aching tree branch. Working my way onto my tingling legs, I scouted around the place, gathering my clothes as Ms. Parks made groundless chit-chat. I found everything except my panties, which I suspect the woman may have claimed as a token. I decided to phone it even, wriggling my way commando into my pie-eyed profane boxershorts. A spreading stain of vaginal cream quickly spread a darkening stain across the crotch, but I was pretty a lot beyond letting this concern me. It seemed a fitting addition to my walk of shame as I limped my way from Ms. Parks'office.

form 5 - THE proceeds

Wearily I made my way down the hall, heading for the exit doors. Amanda leaned against the wall, playing with her earpiece."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 streamer of congealing cum matting in her jolly hair. It appears the female child had managed to keep herself entertained.

"We got a appointment this Saturday at four,"she informed me."Tiny and Bam-Bam want to inaugurate us to the rest of the squad."

I groaned, knowing that would never work on."See if you can reschedule it for two,"I requested, knowing that us two young lady couldn't work our way through an total football team in just a couple of minute."You and I got another date on Saturday,"I explained."We've got a 4 with Principal Parks and her girl, 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 edifice janitor."

Amanda's eyebrows cocked."Isn't he the big black one ?"she inquired.

"You have no idea,"I countered with a pensive sigh.

We walked for a few minute in silence down the sidewalk. Finally Amanda's curiosity overcame her."So ... did you get it ?"

"Got it,"I confirmed, holding up my earphone with the photos of the documents it contained."Professor Romano's chemistry mid-term mental testing, 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 study the fun right out of the educational operation,"I replied .