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I don’t know why I didn’t just pretend not to see the computer and just acted like I was waiting for him. But instead I just hide behind some large tool boxes and squatted down there hoping not to be caught.

Jake walked in, somewhat grumbling to himself. I was too scared to pay attention to what he was saying. He sounded like he shut the door behind him and walked straight for the chair. This made me even more nervous. I was sure it was only a matter of time before I was caught. As I cowered there, he grumbled something about ‘Hispanic little slut’ as I heard the chair creak bellow him. Curious, nervous, and a little turned on, I peeked around the boxes and spied him sitting in front of the computer. From my angle I could see his long, hard, cock in his own hand as he masturbated to the film.

I SHOULD have been disgusted, I should have been offended, but instead I keep watching as he sat there, stroking his sex, while watching the porno on screen. My groin was getting uncomfortably damp, and I thought about touching myself, but was worried that I’d get caught if I did. I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. It was longer than the guys I’ve been with before, but also thinner. His thin, old hands, stroking his sex as he watched what I’d just been watching. That alone was slightly turning me on, knowing that he was getting off on watching a girl that somewhat looked like me getting abused by corrupt officers.

I completely lost track of time until he suddenly leaned back and shot his load under the desk. I was a little shocked seeing his seed just splatter under the desk and onto the floor. He grumbled as he started to pack his manhood in. “Love to do that to 402… slutty little harlot would probably like id proper...” My heart skipped a beat, this time it was undeniable. He was talking about me. That was my apartment number. By now my pussy was in **** need of attention, and hearing him say that made me want to just tell him I was there and see what happened. Somehow, I kept my mouth shut, and just watched as he grumbled “I’ll clean dis shit up in a bit…” He then grabbed his tool belt and walked out shutting the door behind him.

My heart was racing as I walked out from behind the tool box. I was walking almost on autopilot, as I wandered over to his desk. I flipped open his laptop and saw that he’d closed the browser, but it was easy enough to check the history and sure enough it was the video from before. I closed the browser and looked at the floor under the desk. There was a small puddle of cum on the floor. In my lustful stupor I got down on my knees and starting licking it off the floor. In retrospect I can’t believe I did that, it was disgusting, the floor was filthy and I didn’t even know the old man, but I couldn’t stop myself. With the floor cleaned, I looked up and noticed a little on the underside of the desk, so I lapped that up as well. I then checked to make sure everything was where it should be, and walked out the door still lost in my lustful stupor.

I tried to go up to my room as quick as possible when I suddenly saw Jake heading down the stairs towards me. I froze. The taste of his cum and grime stained floor still on my lips. His piercing blue eyes locked on me and he walked strait up to me. "Been lookin' for ya lass. I'd been lookin' de scheduled over, 6 in de afternoon on Wednesday after next work fer ya?"

I couldn't get the sight of him masturbating out of my mind, but nodded yes. "Yeah... t-that will be fine..." I stammered out, immediately hating how it sounded.

He looked confused. "Somethin' de matter lass?" He asked, seemingly really concerned for me. As comforting as that was, after what had just happened, I was far too embarrassed to talk.

I shook my head and stammered out "No... just... strange day at work. See you on Wednesday." With that said I ran up the stairs to my apartment, leaving him behind. After what I did, what he did... OH I needed to cum so bad.

I entered my apartment and took a rest on the door. My mind was racing, I wasn't thinking strait. I needed to clear my head.