Cock polishing

Miss Gatlin dropped to her knees and fished the janitor's half-hard cock out of his pants.

“Now now, Miss Gatlin, don't screw around,” said Mr. Horner. “You know you have to use plenty of polish on a cock.”

“Yes sir.” The pretty young P.E. coach lowered a hand to her pussy and started fingering herself. The janitor decided to help her out and wished for her pussy to always go wild at the slightest stimulation. Miss Gatlin moaned as her pussy flamed to her touch. She pulled out a sopping wet finger and rubbed her juices all over Mr. Horner's cock. Soon his cock grew rock hard again.

“Much better.” Mr. Horner looked down at the pretty young woman, loving how her small but perky breasts fit her athletic figure. “Always make sure you keep plenty of polish on the cock, Miss Gatlin. Hmm. As your boss, I really shouldn't have to be so formal. What's your first name, sweety?”

“Virginia, sir. But I don't like it, I was named after my grandmother.”

“Yeah, that's a terrible name,” said the Janitor, pausing to take a swig from his flask. He looked at the container full of gin and said, “But 'Ginnie,' that's a great name. I wish you'd insist on everyone calling you Ginnie from now on.”

“Absolutely sir, I love that name!” Ginnie jerked him off faster and harder while she fingered herself with her other hand. Occasionally she switched hands, getting more of her juices onto his rigid cock.

Mr. Horner took another drink, then held his flask of gin about a foot over Ginnie's face. He turned it sideways and poured. She opened her mouth wide and caught as much as she could, but a lot of it splashed onto her face and chest.

Feeling the pressure build in his balls, the janitor grabbed a fistful of Ginnie's hair and held her close to his cock. She kept jerking and he rewarded her with a blast of cum across her nose and cheeks. When he finished he gave her his flask.

“Not a bad job, Ginnie. You go ahead and finish this gin as a reward. And keep working that box of yours, too. I want you to get as much polish as possible out of that little cunny.”

“Yes, sir.”

Mr. Horner zipped up and left the maintenance room, closing the door on Ginnie behind him. He could hear her moaning through the door. He wished for her to keep doing fingering herslef for another five minutes, then revert back to a P.E. coach and forget that she'd met him today. He loved that she'd have no idea how she got drunk, naked, and horny in the maintenance room.