This choice: As the old janitor / care taker • Go Back...Chapter #5Nathan always thought the boiler room was creepy. by: Michael Jackson   Nathan Washington had been working as the handyman for Carrington Hills High for nearly all of his adult life, as his father had before him and his grandfather before him. He was getting old though. At sixty three years of age, his work stopped being chores and started being challenges. Worse the five foot six African American man had had to deal with racism all his life. It had made him bitter, as it would anyone. Sure it was more subtle now, but he could still see it in the other faculties eyes, in their tone. Hell even some of the snotty bitches who went to the school treated him like he was something they stepped in. Things weren't all bad though, there were some perks to his job.
The school was extremely strict on stopping any illicit materials getting through it's doors. No alcohol or drugs made their way through the bag and pat down checks, so the girls would do just about anything to get their hands on them.
That was where things got good for Nathan, being faculty meant he didn't have to put up with that shit. That meant it was easy for Nathan to get all the necessities in town and bring them into the school without being hassled. From there it was just a matter of letting a few girls know the wise old janitor could get the girls what they need. Vodka? Done. Marijuana? Easy. Coke? It could be done. All for the nominal fee of getting old Nathan off. The more the goods cost the more interesting things got. Hell half the stuff he had those prissy little bitches do he didn't even enjoy that much, it was just making them squirm to get what they wanted from him that made him happy.
This wasn't to say things always went as expected. More than a few times he had been turned down, hell he'd even had a few threats of ratting him out. Most times he could find dirt on the girls and threaten them right back and everything went back to the way things were. Other times... well he had to get creative. Today wasn't one of those days.
The thin redhead bobbed her head up down, making sure to caress every inch of Nathan's cock with her luscious little lips. Her bouncy shoulder length hair kept tickling his legs every time she dipped. Nathan was enjoying it, though he was judging her performance. She was inexperienced, clumsily dragging her tongue across his cock as she tried to keep rhythm. She shakily reached a hand up to cradle his balls, seeming unsure as she looked up at him attempting her sexiest look. She was a junior, and the sad fact was most of the girls in the school were inexperienced. They were sent off by their families to like their lives surrounded by other rich snobby girls, to brag about fake boyfriends and all the fake sex they had. The girl quickened her pace, occasionally pulling his cock out to lick the head or kiss at it. Nathan had a feeling she got her head know how from bad porn. Either way though it got him where he needed to be. It was building up in his loins, with each pump between her lips he felt like he was going to blow. Then as he felt the pulse start, he grabbed the back of her head and pushed her prissy little lips against his crotch.
The girl jerked a little as the first spurt hit the back of her throat, and Nathan say her screw her eyes shut and cringe at the taste. After a few more pulses, Nathan pulled his cock out and finished with a few lazy spurts across her face. The girl looked ready to throw up as she swallowed his load, giving him a sickly grin. As she stood up Nathan slid open a drawer and pulled out a small bag of pot, handing it to her. Her face lighting up as she took it from him and slid it into her pocket. Just as she started to say something though, there was a loud knock at the door. The two exchanged a glance of horror and Nathan quietly opened the door to the boiler room and rushed her in. Just as he closed the door and began to move towards the front office it swung open.
The janitor tried to look relaxed as the Dean entered his office, eying the room with distaste. "Mr. Washington I've come to speak to you about the lawn." She said to him with equal distaste. The haughty blond woman had always treated him as inferior, even if he was twenty six years her senior. He knew what this was about, and couldn't help but look guilty. "This will be the second time this week I've asked you to tend to the grounds." She continued, turning her nose up a bit at him. "I'm so sorry misses Bennet, I'll get right to it today." He told her, freezing as he heard a squeal from the boiler room behind him. Bennet looked up quickly, seemingly searching for the noise. "Did you hear something Mr. Jackson?" Nathan spoke up over to cover the sounds of squealing behind him. "I think it's coming from upstairs Misses Bennet, those girls are always fighting." He couldn't believe the little slut was getting herself off to this. He doubted she would find expulsion from the school half as enjoyable. He had to get rid of Bennet though. Crowding the Dean out the door, "I've just been terribly busy, in fact I am right now." "I think you ought to be checking up on them girls too," he added. Bennet looked even more annoyed as he rushed her out, "See that you do, I don't like coming down here, and I will be most displeased if I have to again." She shot him another dirty look before turning around, her heels clicking on the tile as she made her way to the stairs at the end of the hall leading back up to the main floor.
Nathan sighed as the squealing continued behind him. He was going to give this girl such a diatribe she would walk on her tiptoes round him in the future. However, Nathan was treated to an all too different situation as he opened the door.
The girl was naked now, her torn clothes littering the room. Two long clawed hands wrapped around her middle, her head and shoulders hidden inside the closed mouth of a creature that Nathan was sure was going to give him nightmares for a long time to come. Bulbous black eyes looked back at him appraisingly from above flared cheekbones. The tapering head rested on top of long sinewy neck, and it sat back on lean haunches. Nathan couldn't help but blink when he saw what was down there. The girl's silk panties were pulled to the side, and a thick veined cock was violently pushing in and out of her rosy little asshole as her muffled squeals came from it's mouth. Nathan's terror disappeared a moment as he enjoyed the sight. He hadn't expected to see that much of the pretty little redhead, and he had a bad feeling he wouldn't be seeing it for much longer. With a slurp the creature swallowed, and Nathan watched the girls perky little tits slide out of view into it's mouth as it torqued her body back to continue its assault on her ass. Her tight ass stretched around the creatures cock. Nathan slipped his cock free of his pants as they grew painfully tight.
A moment later the expected happened, Nathan watched in awe as the creature grunted, the base of it's cock swelling enormously as it blasted cum into the girl. She shot up with a scream, until only her ass and legs hung limply from the monsters mouth. The creature turned it's head up and gave a long swallow. Nathan watched the ass and legs of the girl who had so enthusiastically sucking his cock a few minutes before slide out of sight. The creature gave a small burp as her body slid down it's body before stopping in it's distended stomach, leaving a light outline. Nathan gulped as he looked down at the streaks of pink lipstick on his cock, he could still hear her screaming and crying in the creatures stomach. He had enjoyed the show, but he had a creeping feeling he might be about to join it.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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