Make his dreams cum true...

Slowly, I snaked my hand behind me and softly grabbed between his legs. He was hard. I tossed my hair, glanced over my shoulder at him, and shot him a wink. "Waiting for you, Mr. Janitor," I cooed.

I felt his cock twitch beneath his jeans. "Oh, really?" he gulped.

"Yes," I pouted. I walked into the beam of moonlight that fell through the window. I turned so that they were facing my profile. I arched my back and reached down to my thighs so that my skirt flipped up over my ass. I was wet—so fucking wet—and I was sure they could see it glistening in the moonlight. I batted my eyes at them. "Are the big strong janitor and security guard going to teach this trashy young school-slut a lesson?"

Crash! I couldn't believe it. The security guard—sweet young hunk that he was—simply dropped his flashlight to the floor in shock. I put a finger in my mouth and giggled.

"Are you fucking serious?" my new boy-toy gulped. Okay—William Wordsworth he was not, but I wasn't in the mood to have poetry read to me. I nodded and dropped to my knees. I dragged my fingers down over my breasts, but at the last minute I decided to leave my blouse on. I figured that I looked far sluttier in this outfit than with nothing on.

The guard approached me, glancing back at the janitor with an absolutely perverted look on his face. "What a fucking whore," he drooled. As he started unbuckling his belt I could finally make out the name stitched onto his uniform.

"Adam," I read. "Is that your name?"

He nodded.

I cleared my throat. I wanted him to know just how I wanted to be treated.

"Well, Adam," I said, pronouncing each syllable in his name. "Why don't you take out your sweet, young fuckstick..."

I looked him straight in the eye and licked my lips.

"...and **** the fuck out of me," I finished.

And that was it. He fucking knew what to do. In about two seconds flat he dropped his pants to the floor, stepped up to me and grabbed me by my hair. He grabbed his dick and shook it in front of me. "Yeah?" he sneered. "You fucking slut. Is this what you fucking want?"

"Oh yeah," I breathed. I opened my mouth and he rammed it into my skull. Hard. I gagged for a minute, then relaxed my throat as he began a second ****. His shaft slid past my tongue, over my tonsils, and deep into my throat.

After a few slow, deep thrusts, his cock popped out of my mouth and slapped against my cheek. I spat on it, then drooled over it like I've seen them done in the porn movies Trevor and I used to watch up at the cottage. I grabbed his prick with my fist and pumped it hard about ten or twelve times. "You fucking like that, Adam?" I sneered at him. "Do you like it when I fucking fist your meat like that?"

"Not half as much as you're gonna like it when I spew all over your slut face," he spat back at me. I grinned wickedly. That was the trashy talk I wanted to hear.

"Oooooh!" I moaned expectantly. "But not yet, sweetie." Slowing my thrusts, I gave his knob a quick lick, then turned to face the janitor. He had already stepped out of his pants and was stroking his cock with a leer on his face.