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Caretaker
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Caring Caretaker
I attend a small college in the South. I often spend
holidays on campus because my parents are divorced, I'm too far
away and...well, I'm sure you know the story. Visiting either of
my folks was more trouble than it was worth. But there was this
guy...a janitor who was black, maybe 30, who works at the school.
For some reason, whenever he's around I get incredibly horny. I
can be in the hallway before a class and suddenly my pussy
tingles and I'll look to see him coming out of a classroom.
Anyway, I stayed on campus recently when most everyone went
home.. I feel like I own the dorm when I'm the only one there.
I slept late on the Friday morning and traipsed down the hall to
the shower. I had soaped my body squeaky clean and was rinsing
my hair when my nipples went rigid and my clit started twitching.
Call me psychic, call me crazy, but I just knew John was on the
floor. And I was turned on, naked and no other girls were in the
dorm. Now was as good a time as any for me to do some work on
inter-racial relations.
I walked out of the shower room with nothing on, my towel
wrapped around my long, black hair. I saw the janitor's cart in
front of the room next to mine and figured John was taking
advantage of the holiday to mop the rooms. I peeked into the
open door and sure enough, John was mopping the floor, backing
his way towards the door. His broad shoulders and back were
beneath a shirt, but I easily imagined them as smooth and firm as
I watched him. I could feel my sex soup threaten to flood from
my quim so I tightened my thigh muscles, squeezing my lips tight
and also pressuring my clit.
"Good morning, John," I said in my sexiest drawl. He was
startled and he turned. I stood in the doorway leaning against
the door frame, my hair damp and draped across one shoulder. I
held the towel in one hand and with the other I was casually
rubbing my hip.
His eyes almost popped out of his head as they took in the
sight of my 5'5" body, firm tits with hard nipples. But I knew
that I had to stay in control of the situation so before he even
had the chance to think about protesting, I held the towel out to
him.
"John, could you please dry my back for me?" He slowly took
the towel from me and I turned my back to him. That's when he
finally found his tongue and he could only stammer.
"Uh, Missie, I don't think I...what I mean is, uh, I could
get fired...in trouble...."
"Oh, John, don't be silly. Nobody's here, no one will find
out. I won't tell. I'm getting cold." I shivered and John's
big hand started rubbing my back with the towel. "Hmm, that
feels great," I said, as he rubbed. My juices were starting to
run down my thighs and I cupped my breasts and tweaked my
nipples. As John's hands went lower, I bent forward at the
waist, letting my hair hang down. But the real reason I did that
was so that my firm ass pressed against the front of his pants.
"Ooh, what's this?" I asked, feeling his cock throbbing
against my ass. I stood and looked John right in the eye. "You
want me; I want you. Right" He still looked scared and
confused. I reached and felt for his cock, unzipped his pants
and let it out.
"Sweet Jesus," John mumbled as I saw his cock. It was about
seven inches long but as thick as my wrist. It looked like an
ebony figure, black and shiny and powerful. My fingers wouldn't
reach around it as I pulled him toward the door. "Let's go to my
room," I said, leading the way next door. John kept protesting
weakly but followed where I took him. In my room I sat on the
bed and examined that splendid piece of male flesh.
Uncircumcised and coal black, just looking at it made my
mouth water. I slid the foreskin back and looked and the purple-
and black-hued plum with the slit in it. My tongue slowly licked
the silky hot skin there then headed down the searing length of
that jet black cock, down to his musky-smelling balls, pushing
his pants down his tree-trunk sized-thighs. I licked the
crinkled skin of his sac and began sucking gently on his bloated
balls. I tasted the feral flavor of urine and sweat and the
tell-tale tang of sex that every man has.
John was sweating bullets. He unbuttoned his shirt and took
it off. I raised my hand, letting it slide over his stomach to
his broad, muscular chest and let my fingers run through the
kinky black curls on his chest and pinching his nipples. His
skin was damp already.
"John, relax. I want you to come in my mouth."
"Lordy," was all he could say as I began kneading his balls
and pumping his cock and sucking on as much of the head as I
could get in my mouth. John put his big hands on the sides of my
head and began humping my face. His balls tightened and I knew
he was close to shooting his sperm so I wiggled my index finger
against his butthole. That sure did the trick.
"Jesus!" he yelled as his body jerked and he sent a
bucketful of his thick cum into my mouth. It tasted salty and
sweet and sour and nasty and scrumptious and I swallowed every
drop. By the time his cock was empty, my finger was about as far
up his ass as it could go.
John's nervousness left along with his cum and he quickly
laid me on my back and went to town on my pussy. "Been a long
time since I ate me some white trim," he said just before he
stuck out his wide, wet tongue and licked me from asshole to
clit. I shuddered and squealed with delight. John looked up at
me and grinned, white teeth gleaming.
"You like that, dontcha Missie?" he asked. In reply I
wiggled my but and pushed my sex toward his lips. His strong
hands lifted my butt and his thick, pink tongue speared into my
wet hole. He ate me like no one ever had before and I came
several times before he stopped and hovered over me like a black
cloud, his thick cock again hard and poised to enter me.
Our mouths pressed together and I tasted my secretions on
his thick lips. His tongue snaked into my mouth as his cock
burrowed into the swampy nest of my quim. His tongue began
fucking my mouth with the same smooth rhythm he had as his cock
fucked my pussy. His sweaty chest flatted my breasts and the
kinky curls ticked my nipples, but I wrapped my legs and arms
around him and fucked like a crazy woman. His cock provided just
the right amount of friction on my clit and I guess maybe I was a
little crazy.
After all that, we knew we had to get together again. It
isn't easy for a black janitor and the white daughter of a rich
investment counselor to get together easily or often, but when we
do it's all that much better. We're very discreet if we see
each other on campus. I'll wink at him and he'll lick his lips
with that wet, pink tongue of his and my legs turn to rubber.
I managed to meet him in an empty classroom a few days ago and
yesterday I sucked his cream-filled licorice stick in a janitor's
closet. Black is great!
Kate, Charleston, SC
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