16-04-2021, 01:32 PM
Don't commit the crime if you can't do the time. That was something Stella's mother always told her. Perhaps, if Stella had paid attention to that lesson, Stella wouldn't be squatting in four hundred dollar shoes, and a three hundred dollar suit, in a mop closet with a filthy cock in her mouth. This was not the career path she had imagined.
Stella was a powerful woman. She was a wealthy woman. She was successful. One could argue that she remains all those things except one. True, her money was untouched, and her position in the company remained secure. What she lacked was the power. It's hard to have power when responding to the beck and call of the janitor.
Rising to the top in her company was not easy. Stella had to be ruthless and cunning. She was cut throat. She threw anyone she viewed as weaker under the bus. She climbed the corporate ladder in a mere ten years.
Sitting at the top came with a lot of freedom and a lot of responsibility. There was a lifestyle Stella had to maintain so that her company would remain relevant and respectable. So, of course, Stella had to find other ways to financially sustain herself to be the picture of the successful, powerful woman.
So, yes, Stella skimmed a little. It wasn't a lot. What's a few thousand to a successful company in a booming industry? Auditors thought it was a bigger deal than Stella. So began Stella's late nights at work shredding documents to eliminate her paper trail.
Thinking she was smart, Stella didn't trust this task to some menial intern or office assistant. No. Stella handled this herself. She wouldn't let some idiot with a grudge sell her up a river. There are times when she was fixing her makeup after deep throating; she wondered if that would have been better than what happened.
It started like any other night. Stella chatted with the CEO and a board member as they walked out. She explained she needed to work on fine tuning some accounts receivable. She lamented how Shirley was late again on submitting her reports. Good old Shirley never turned anything on time. She was an excellent scapegoat.
The men laughed and applauded her devotion to her work. Once the office was empty, Stella got to work. She grabbed a few files and to the shredding room. She struggled, every night, with the bag so that her documents would be separate from the everyday business documents.
That night, the bag was particularly full. Apparently, the interns didn't want to change it and wanted it to be the janitor's problem. Stella, in her Gucci shoes and her tailored Burberry suit, fought with the thin plastic bag, ripping it in her attempts to get it out of the basin without confetti flying everywhere.
"A bit late for you suit types to be here ain't it?" The male voice startled her.
The thin plastic shredded between her manicured fingers and drops of paper spilled out. Stella spun to see the lanky janitor in his navy jumpsuit. "You scared me!" She scolded with her hand over her heart.
He cocked his head with a half-smile. "I don't often see someone trying to do my job."
Stella smoothed her hair and straightened her silk blouse. "It just didn't seem right to leave it so full." She lied.
The janitor traced his finger over the stack of thick folders she had left on a filing cabinet. "Yeah, yet it gets like that pretty often. About three times a week I'd say."
Stella's steely grey eyes landed on his hand. She tried to appear calm while her heart pounded in her chest. He wouldn't know at what he was looking. "Try to do a good deed," She plastered a fake smile and stepped away from the bag of shredded papers spilling onto the floor. "and this is how the world repairs me."
The clack of her heels on the marble floor seemed louder as she took a few steps toward the janitor. The top folder flipped open. Stella stopped. He wouldn't know at what he was looking. She told herself again.
The janitor whistled. "Whoo." His expression switched to sinister as he flipped the pages. "Seems to be the world has paid you quite well." He nodded as more papers turned.
Stella rushed her steps and slammed the folder shut. "I don't know what you are talking about." She grabbed the stack and hugged them to her chest.
The janitor filled the doorframe. She had no way of getting out. She swallowed with the realization. Her eyes darted around looking for a second escape option.
"See, I think you do. I have been noticing your late nights." The janitor commented nonchalantly. His arms spread and her escape route was officially blocked off. Any hope of sneaking past him between his side and the door frame was effectively squelched. "It got me wondering what a suit like you would do here so late and why always in the shredder room."
Stella regarded him skeptically and stepped back from him. "Some high priority documents needed shredding. They are so old-"
"Yeah see that's the thing," The janitor interrupted her and waved a finger at her. "They ain't that old, a few years maybe. From what I can tell, documents that young they go in storage somewhere. You see, I know this cause I'm the one who contacts the storage company when you suits box up your important papers."
Stella's lips tightened.
The janitor rested his hand near his crotch. "I ain't no fancy mathematician, but I'm pretty good with a computer." He explained.
Stella's eyes drifted to his hand. He groped himself. It turned her stomach. She looked away.
"What I learned was that account number there on those papers is yours. I ain't a genius but I been around a long while. I recognize embezzlement when I see it."
Stella's head whipped around toward him. Had her chestnut hair not be perfectly styled and tightly pinned, it would have moved.
The janitor only further stroked his hardening erection through his one-piece uniform. The bulge extended down his thigh. Stella did her best not to look directly at it. She was a respectable woman. A janitor would not best her.
With his free hand, the janitor closed the file he had opened. "I made a few copies for myself of those papers you shredded last week."
Stella's face went white. She did her best not to drop her jaw. It felt as though her heart stopped beating.
"Don't worry." He held his free hand up with his palm toward her. "I ain't shown it to nobody."
His English grated on her nerves. It was a funny thing for her to pick up on at that moment. Here he was telling her he caught her. He could get her fired. He could do worse. She could go to jail. Stella suddenly felt dizzy.
"And I won't." He reassured her. "If you do what I want when I want."
Stella's skin crawled. The way he said it, it sounded seedy. "What do you want?" She challenged trying not to vomit. "Money?"
He snickered and shook his head. "Nah, money is what got you into this. I don't need it."
What man didn't need money? Stella was blown away by the idea he wouldn't want money. "Sex then?" She asked bluntly looking at his erection outlined by his navy pants.
The janitor undid his belt. "Kinda."
What the hell did that mean? Stella used the folders as a shield. Perhaps that little barrier would do something to protect her from whatever depraved act this janitor. "I don't know what 'kinda' sex is." She replied dismissively.
The janitor undid his belt. Stella's held the folders tighter. Her body tightened. She stepped back again as if putting distance between them would somehow stop the negotiations going on.
"You agree to do what I want," His fingers tugged down the zipper. It seemed impossibly loud to Stella. Her eyes glued to his crotch. "when I want," the fished inside his pants. "For as long as I want, then you got my silence on the matter, and maybe even a little protection." With a smirk, the man flopped his thick nine-inch, semi-hard, erection out of his pants.
Stella gaped at it. The uncircumcised bulbous end bounced as his arousal increased. She looked up, her face twisted in horror, "You can't be serious."
The janitor held his dick from the base, his balls flowing from the opening in his pants. The dark, unkempt, curls of pubic hair dotted his sack. He jigged the shaft.
Stella looked away. She used the folders to block her view of his crotch on full display. "I will pay," she offered. "Ten thousand."
Silence.
"Twenty."
Silence.
She dropped the folders. "Do you really need sex that bad? Can't you trick some waitress or maid or someone to to to to to fuck you?" She stammered.
The janitor's hand slid up and down his shaft slowly, his prick hardening his hand with each stroke. "What? You too good to suck some cock?" He sneered. "Or you too good to suck a janitor's dick?"
Stella's cheeks heated. She backed up one more step and hit a supply shelf. She had apparently forgotten the closet wasn't all that big. She also had effectively cornered herself.
"Pretty little suit lady doesn't want to suck some janitor cock?" He mocked her.
She gulped. "I-"
"Would you rather go to jail for all that money you stole? Would you rather I went to the CEO? The cops?" He threatened.
Her heart nearly burst through her chest. "No!" She cried.
"Then get on your mother fucking knees and put your mouth on my nut sack." The janitor lifted his shaft and presented the wrinkled loose skin.
Trembling, Stella eyed the man's crotch. Could she do this? Was it all worth this? The money? The prestige? Could she turn back now?
Slowly, Stella placed the folders on the shelf. She smoothed her suit. She took one then two steps closer to him. She told herself it would be quick. She would even be bad at it. Maybe he wouldn't want her to keep doing it if she was bad at it.
Hesitating slightly, Stella lowered herself. She was not kneeling. She crouched. She would not ruin the fabric of her suit for that guy. He chuckled as if he could read her thoughts. She looked up at his smug expression and offered him a glare.
"We ain't got all night." He reminded.
"You know, it's not easy balancing like this." Stella stalled inches from his hanging sack.
"Well get on your knees like you were told, and balance wouldn't be a problem."
She leaned forward. Stella opened her mouth. Her soft, perfectly lined, and expertly glossed lips pressed to the sweaty sack. She retched immediately and turned her head. "God!" She coughed. "Don't you wash?"
The janitor laughed. His rough and large paw of a hand went to the back of her head. "Enough pussy footing around." He said as he tugged her head toward his crotch.
Stella's closed mouth pressed against the janitor's wrinkled balls. She held her breath to prevent the scent of urine and dirty man from invading her nostrils. She sealed her mouth shut and did her best not to taste him further.
"Come on now," the janitor moved his hips in one direction and her head in the other. He effectively smeared his balls across her face. "Open wide for Daddy." He chuckled.
Stella whined involuntarily, which further annoyed her. This man had reduced her to crouching and shoved her face into his crouch. Now, her only defense was to whine? She placed her palms on his thighs and attempted to push him back.
"Enough of this shit." The janitor growled and released his hefty, full erection onto the crown of her head. With one hand the man held her face against him. The other he pinched her nose. "Tried to do it the nice way, now we gonna' do it the hard way. If you bite me so help me, everybody is gonna' know about your little theft."
It hadn't even occurred to Stella to bite him. That would have been a better plan than just being bad at it. Eventually, Stella's lungs burned, and she opened her mouth to take a deep breath. Sweaty ball sack followed the breath.
She retched. Her body jerked. The janitor laughed over her. "That's it. Tongue them good." He praised.
Stella squirmed beneath him. It seemed what little movement she had of her head did nothing. No matter which way she tried to turn, balls were in her mouth. She stuck out her tongue to try to push them out. The janitor thrust his hips to push them back in.
He groaned and pulled her head higher off his balls. "Remember no biting." He warned.
The janitor pulled her head back. She gasped for breath. He took his other hand off her nose and pointed his erection at her. "No!" She whimpered.
Pulling her closer to him, she pushed against his thighs. He was stronger than her. Her mouth opened and in went his cock. The rounded tip filled her mouth and poked at her cheek. Once again she gagged while the taste of urine coated her tongue.
Saliva spilled down her chin. Her eyes teared both from gagging and from the pure shame of having that man's dick in her mouth. Her nose dripped. All the while, she pushed against his thighs trying to prevent the assault on her mouth.
The janitor jabbed at her mouth. He used both his hands to cup her jaw, controlling her head while his hips moved back and forth. It took him a few tries before, "Ahhhh.." He let out as his cock slid into her throat.
Stella's arms flailed away from his thighs. She almost fell backward. His cock barreled deep into her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in full-force, "Aaauuugggghhhhrrr."
More saliva spewed forth. Snot dripped down and mixed with it. She sobbed. She stole gasps of breath when he pulled back only to be choked again when his cock pushed deep into her throat. She felt her neck bulge each time he pistoned into her.
"So tight." He growled. "I'm gonna' fuck this face every night you come shredding bitch."
"Haaggguuucckkk." She continued to heave with the inward push of his prick. She feared to vomit all over her shoes and her suit. She tried to stop it. She wasn't practiced at this.
"We gonna' teach ya' to deep throat, though I love the feel of you gaggin' on my dick." He groaned and pulled her down harder.
A few more pumps and his cock grew that much more. His balls bouncing against Stella's chin tightened. With her throat closing around him, she felt the veins as he strained.
"AARRRRGGGGG." He bellowed, and the warm splash of semen coated her throat. He withdrew. She closed her eyes just before another spurt hit her face. She closed her mouth a little late because the third jet landed on her lip.
A few more sprays before he released her face with a content sigh. "Don't you look pretty down there." He laughed tucking himself away.
Stella whimpered. Her blouse was ruined. The wet spots had destroyed the delicate fabric. The janitor took her chin and lifted her attention to him.
"You look pretty with your make up all smeared. We gonna' do this often. So get used to it."
The End
Stella was a powerful woman. She was a wealthy woman. She was successful. One could argue that she remains all those things except one. True, her money was untouched, and her position in the company remained secure. What she lacked was the power. It's hard to have power when responding to the beck and call of the janitor.
Rising to the top in her company was not easy. Stella had to be ruthless and cunning. She was cut throat. She threw anyone she viewed as weaker under the bus. She climbed the corporate ladder in a mere ten years.
Sitting at the top came with a lot of freedom and a lot of responsibility. There was a lifestyle Stella had to maintain so that her company would remain relevant and respectable. So, of course, Stella had to find other ways to financially sustain herself to be the picture of the successful, powerful woman.
So, yes, Stella skimmed a little. It wasn't a lot. What's a few thousand to a successful company in a booming industry? Auditors thought it was a bigger deal than Stella. So began Stella's late nights at work shredding documents to eliminate her paper trail.
Thinking she was smart, Stella didn't trust this task to some menial intern or office assistant. No. Stella handled this herself. She wouldn't let some idiot with a grudge sell her up a river. There are times when she was fixing her makeup after deep throating; she wondered if that would have been better than what happened.
It started like any other night. Stella chatted with the CEO and a board member as they walked out. She explained she needed to work on fine tuning some accounts receivable. She lamented how Shirley was late again on submitting her reports. Good old Shirley never turned anything on time. She was an excellent scapegoat.
The men laughed and applauded her devotion to her work. Once the office was empty, Stella got to work. She grabbed a few files and to the shredding room. She struggled, every night, with the bag so that her documents would be separate from the everyday business documents.
That night, the bag was particularly full. Apparently, the interns didn't want to change it and wanted it to be the janitor's problem. Stella, in her Gucci shoes and her tailored Burberry suit, fought with the thin plastic bag, ripping it in her attempts to get it out of the basin without confetti flying everywhere.
"A bit late for you suit types to be here ain't it?" The male voice startled her.
The thin plastic shredded between her manicured fingers and drops of paper spilled out. Stella spun to see the lanky janitor in his navy jumpsuit. "You scared me!" She scolded with her hand over her heart.
He cocked his head with a half-smile. "I don't often see someone trying to do my job."
Stella smoothed her hair and straightened her silk blouse. "It just didn't seem right to leave it so full." She lied.
The janitor traced his finger over the stack of thick folders she had left on a filing cabinet. "Yeah, yet it gets like that pretty often. About three times a week I'd say."
Stella's steely grey eyes landed on his hand. She tried to appear calm while her heart pounded in her chest. He wouldn't know at what he was looking. "Try to do a good deed," She plastered a fake smile and stepped away from the bag of shredded papers spilling onto the floor. "and this is how the world repairs me."
The clack of her heels on the marble floor seemed louder as she took a few steps toward the janitor. The top folder flipped open. Stella stopped. He wouldn't know at what he was looking. She told herself again.
The janitor whistled. "Whoo." His expression switched to sinister as he flipped the pages. "Seems to be the world has paid you quite well." He nodded as more papers turned.
Stella rushed her steps and slammed the folder shut. "I don't know what you are talking about." She grabbed the stack and hugged them to her chest.
The janitor filled the doorframe. She had no way of getting out. She swallowed with the realization. Her eyes darted around looking for a second escape option.
"See, I think you do. I have been noticing your late nights." The janitor commented nonchalantly. His arms spread and her escape route was officially blocked off. Any hope of sneaking past him between his side and the door frame was effectively squelched. "It got me wondering what a suit like you would do here so late and why always in the shredder room."
Stella regarded him skeptically and stepped back from him. "Some high priority documents needed shredding. They are so old-"
"Yeah see that's the thing," The janitor interrupted her and waved a finger at her. "They ain't that old, a few years maybe. From what I can tell, documents that young they go in storage somewhere. You see, I know this cause I'm the one who contacts the storage company when you suits box up your important papers."
Stella's lips tightened.
The janitor rested his hand near his crotch. "I ain't no fancy mathematician, but I'm pretty good with a computer." He explained.
Stella's eyes drifted to his hand. He groped himself. It turned her stomach. She looked away.
"What I learned was that account number there on those papers is yours. I ain't a genius but I been around a long while. I recognize embezzlement when I see it."
Stella's head whipped around toward him. Had her chestnut hair not be perfectly styled and tightly pinned, it would have moved.
The janitor only further stroked his hardening erection through his one-piece uniform. The bulge extended down his thigh. Stella did her best not to look directly at it. She was a respectable woman. A janitor would not best her.
With his free hand, the janitor closed the file he had opened. "I made a few copies for myself of those papers you shredded last week."
Stella's face went white. She did her best not to drop her jaw. It felt as though her heart stopped beating.
"Don't worry." He held his free hand up with his palm toward her. "I ain't shown it to nobody."
His English grated on her nerves. It was a funny thing for her to pick up on at that moment. Here he was telling her he caught her. He could get her fired. He could do worse. She could go to jail. Stella suddenly felt dizzy.
"And I won't." He reassured her. "If you do what I want when I want."
Stella's skin crawled. The way he said it, it sounded seedy. "What do you want?" She challenged trying not to vomit. "Money?"
He snickered and shook his head. "Nah, money is what got you into this. I don't need it."
What man didn't need money? Stella was blown away by the idea he wouldn't want money. "Sex then?" She asked bluntly looking at his erection outlined by his navy pants.
The janitor undid his belt. "Kinda."
What the hell did that mean? Stella used the folders as a shield. Perhaps that little barrier would do something to protect her from whatever depraved act this janitor. "I don't know what 'kinda' sex is." She replied dismissively.
The janitor undid his belt. Stella's held the folders tighter. Her body tightened. She stepped back again as if putting distance between them would somehow stop the negotiations going on.
"You agree to do what I want," His fingers tugged down the zipper. It seemed impossibly loud to Stella. Her eyes glued to his crotch. "when I want," the fished inside his pants. "For as long as I want, then you got my silence on the matter, and maybe even a little protection." With a smirk, the man flopped his thick nine-inch, semi-hard, erection out of his pants.
Stella gaped at it. The uncircumcised bulbous end bounced as his arousal increased. She looked up, her face twisted in horror, "You can't be serious."
The janitor held his dick from the base, his balls flowing from the opening in his pants. The dark, unkempt, curls of pubic hair dotted his sack. He jigged the shaft.
Stella looked away. She used the folders to block her view of his crotch on full display. "I will pay," she offered. "Ten thousand."
Silence.
"Twenty."
Silence.
She dropped the folders. "Do you really need sex that bad? Can't you trick some waitress or maid or someone to to to to to fuck you?" She stammered.
The janitor's hand slid up and down his shaft slowly, his prick hardening his hand with each stroke. "What? You too good to suck some cock?" He sneered. "Or you too good to suck a janitor's dick?"
Stella's cheeks heated. She backed up one more step and hit a supply shelf. She had apparently forgotten the closet wasn't all that big. She also had effectively cornered herself.
"Pretty little suit lady doesn't want to suck some janitor cock?" He mocked her.
She gulped. "I-"
"Would you rather go to jail for all that money you stole? Would you rather I went to the CEO? The cops?" He threatened.
Her heart nearly burst through her chest. "No!" She cried.
"Then get on your mother fucking knees and put your mouth on my nut sack." The janitor lifted his shaft and presented the wrinkled loose skin.
Trembling, Stella eyed the man's crotch. Could she do this? Was it all worth this? The money? The prestige? Could she turn back now?
Slowly, Stella placed the folders on the shelf. She smoothed her suit. She took one then two steps closer to him. She told herself it would be quick. She would even be bad at it. Maybe he wouldn't want her to keep doing it if she was bad at it.
Hesitating slightly, Stella lowered herself. She was not kneeling. She crouched. She would not ruin the fabric of her suit for that guy. He chuckled as if he could read her thoughts. She looked up at his smug expression and offered him a glare.
"We ain't got all night." He reminded.
"You know, it's not easy balancing like this." Stella stalled inches from his hanging sack.
"Well get on your knees like you were told, and balance wouldn't be a problem."
She leaned forward. Stella opened her mouth. Her soft, perfectly lined, and expertly glossed lips pressed to the sweaty sack. She retched immediately and turned her head. "God!" She coughed. "Don't you wash?"
The janitor laughed. His rough and large paw of a hand went to the back of her head. "Enough pussy footing around." He said as he tugged her head toward his crotch.
Stella's closed mouth pressed against the janitor's wrinkled balls. She held her breath to prevent the scent of urine and dirty man from invading her nostrils. She sealed her mouth shut and did her best not to taste him further.
"Come on now," the janitor moved his hips in one direction and her head in the other. He effectively smeared his balls across her face. "Open wide for Daddy." He chuckled.
Stella whined involuntarily, which further annoyed her. This man had reduced her to crouching and shoved her face into his crouch. Now, her only defense was to whine? She placed her palms on his thighs and attempted to push him back.
"Enough of this shit." The janitor growled and released his hefty, full erection onto the crown of her head. With one hand the man held her face against him. The other he pinched her nose. "Tried to do it the nice way, now we gonna' do it the hard way. If you bite me so help me, everybody is gonna' know about your little theft."
It hadn't even occurred to Stella to bite him. That would have been a better plan than just being bad at it. Eventually, Stella's lungs burned, and she opened her mouth to take a deep breath. Sweaty ball sack followed the breath.
She retched. Her body jerked. The janitor laughed over her. "That's it. Tongue them good." He praised.
Stella squirmed beneath him. It seemed what little movement she had of her head did nothing. No matter which way she tried to turn, balls were in her mouth. She stuck out her tongue to try to push them out. The janitor thrust his hips to push them back in.
He groaned and pulled her head higher off his balls. "Remember no biting." He warned.
The janitor pulled her head back. She gasped for breath. He took his other hand off her nose and pointed his erection at her. "No!" She whimpered.
Pulling her closer to him, she pushed against his thighs. He was stronger than her. Her mouth opened and in went his cock. The rounded tip filled her mouth and poked at her cheek. Once again she gagged while the taste of urine coated her tongue.
Saliva spilled down her chin. Her eyes teared both from gagging and from the pure shame of having that man's dick in her mouth. Her nose dripped. All the while, she pushed against his thighs trying to prevent the assault on her mouth.
The janitor jabbed at her mouth. He used both his hands to cup her jaw, controlling her head while his hips moved back and forth. It took him a few tries before, "Ahhhh.." He let out as his cock slid into her throat.
Stella's arms flailed away from his thighs. She almost fell backward. His cock barreled deep into her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in full-force, "Aaauuugggghhhhrrr."
More saliva spewed forth. Snot dripped down and mixed with it. She sobbed. She stole gasps of breath when he pulled back only to be choked again when his cock pushed deep into her throat. She felt her neck bulge each time he pistoned into her.
"So tight." He growled. "I'm gonna' fuck this face every night you come shredding bitch."
"Haaggguuucckkk." She continued to heave with the inward push of his prick. She feared to vomit all over her shoes and her suit. She tried to stop it. She wasn't practiced at this.
"We gonna' teach ya' to deep throat, though I love the feel of you gaggin' on my dick." He groaned and pulled her down harder.
A few more pumps and his cock grew that much more. His balls bouncing against Stella's chin tightened. With her throat closing around him, she felt the veins as he strained.
"AARRRRGGGGG." He bellowed, and the warm splash of semen coated her throat. He withdrew. She closed her eyes just before another spurt hit her face. She closed her mouth a little late because the third jet landed on her lip.
A few more sprays before he released her face with a content sigh. "Don't you look pretty down there." He laughed tucking himself away.
Stella whimpered. Her blouse was ruined. The wet spots had destroyed the delicate fabric. The janitor took her chin and lifted her attention to him.
"You look pretty with your make up all smeared. We gonna' do this often. So get used to it."
The End
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