Steve, wanting what Carl had

A tall, dirty molted mirror gave Julie the identify of the co-occupant of this Janitorial room. Unfortunately, that was only after she was dragged and **** over a rotting wooden table, feeling the aged, flaking surface press into her skin. Raising her had mere inches revealed to her her plight; a familiar man unbuttoning his janitorial uniform, clenching her wrists behind her back with a lecherous grin on her face.

"Can't let Carl have all the fun, can I?" said Steve, his demeanor nothing like the stuttering boy whom Julie'd teased and gotten off earlier, submitting herself willingly to his twisted demand simply because she knew he wouldn't take it too far; this time, she weren't sure, but had ****, his body pressed into hers, a familiar protrusion prodding her ass.

"Watch me fuck your ass." He wrenched her arms up, and Julie obligingly raised her head just enough to watch her body get violated anally, her pussy pushed up against one of the table's edges as Steve pounded away into her. All she wanted was for this torment to be over with, to get the envelope and forget that any of this ever happened.

But every time she tried to look down, Steve wrenched her arms back a bit further, spreading her legs wider so that eventually the table and his urgent fucking was the only thing holding her up. The images seared into her head, of her nubile teen body being **** and taken by a guy she'd only met under an hour ago, who she had already blown and fucked earlier.

But why was she letting him fuck her now? Her brief struggles were answered by Steve slapping her ass as his member continued to pound her.

"I need to have more then he did for bragging rights. Can't let some old man get the best of me - scream and I'll tell Jean you're here." Her defiance melted away as Steve let her hands go, wrenching her hair in his grip while his other hand went to her aching clit.

"Play with your breasts." Julie's meager efforts to gently rub her nipples pressed against the table were met by him squeezing her hair like a stress ball, and her yelp made him laugh as she started to punish her perfect breasts, still only marked by grime, dirt, and drying cum as his own efforts into her ass redoubled, close to the brink; as their bodies continued to intertwine, Julie felt her own pleasure rising as well.

He pulsed, and then Steve's eyes rolled back into his head briefly as he emptied a load inside her ass, but despite the brief respite, his hands didn't stop working as he yanked Julie up right, his hand fingering her pussy as her hands desperately mauled her body, once again forcing her eyes to the mirror while he toyed with her.

"Watch yourself as you cum, slut." Julie started to buck of her own volition, her own orgasm coming soon as she twisted in his grip, her eyes watching her nude body being used and abused. "NOW!" With one last **** thrust inside of her, she felt her body tense up suddenly, and a familiar fluid run down her thighs.

With no energy left, she collapsed onto the table, barely watching as Steve rolled her over so that her front was facing him. It looked like he wanted to fuck her again, but he was simply jacking himself off, his cock having hardened at Julie's wanton display for him, and he moved in closer to her, legs hanging off the table as he grinned.

"I"d love to titfuck you, but we're close to done, and I've got an edge on Carl already." His breath became short as he got close, his hand running up and down his shaft urgently. "But here's a parting gift." Julie closed her eyes, but had no energy to stop him as he exploded onto her, cum landing on her face, throat, and tits, a new substance to mingle with what was already there.

Her eyes squeezed shut as Steve amiably zipped up and left the room, and she only hoped he had the courtesy to close the door behind him....