Near endless fucking all evening

The Groundskeeper was true to her words, as you spend the next several hours making love to and used by her. You two went through every known sex position as you’re forced into an almost endless cycle of ejaculation, most of which inside the black goddess. You hardly had any control in the matter, simply used as a vessel for her lustful wishes.

By the end of your steamy evening, you’re left leaning against the wall as the Groundskeeper laps up every drop of cum you’ve spewed over her. Your genitalia has gone numb, drained of all life. Your mind is reduced to sludge, as your back to back orgasms has left you lightheaded.

“I’m absolutely famished! I must thank you, Naked Man for providing me with a feast.” The Groundskeeper says, giving you light pat atop your head.

You stare out in front of you, with nothing but the sound of running water playing in your mind, like static from an old TV. You feel emptied, as if your soul was leeched out of you through the sheer amount of sex the Groundskeeper put you through.

With what little energy you have left, you look up to see a soft smile on her face.

“We should do this more often, Naked Man. You’ve not only been a darling, but you’re the only man to ever satisfy me for so long.” She looks down at your wet, cum covered lower half, your flaccid cock still resting on the floor.

“I’ll make sure to put a good word in for you. I’m sure the Chancellor will be proud of all the hard work you went through today.” She grabs your chin before leaning in for a kiss. Too tired to stop her, you simply accept the gentle gesture before hanging your head back down in exhaustion. After that, she turns both shower heads off, followed by deafening silence.

“See you later, Mr. McCoy. It’s getting awfully late, and as much as I’d love to continue our love making, I still have several tasks at hand that need to be done tomorrow. But if you’re ever interested, let me know.” She winks at you before strutting out of the room, giving you one last look at her round ass before disappearing into the locker room.

You’re left alone in the silent showers, struggling to move as your muscles feel like melted wax. Your body has been taken over by exhaustion, so much so that keeping your eyes open is a challenge. Your eyelids feel like metal weighing 12 tons. You try to fight against it, but before you know it you’re drifting into slumber.

Reality melds into faint images constructed by your subconscious. Visions of Taylor, and the Groundskeeper flood your dreaming mind. Memories of the last 24 hours play out like a movie, an embarrassing, sex filled movie with some details mottled. Cars chasing you down with a giant black woman holding you in her hands. Everything felt real, but looked like scribbles on a notepad, barely legible to your brain. Flashes of Ophelia briefly appear in your dreams, and unlike other images her face is crystal clear.

“Hey! Wake up!” Exclaims the disembodied head of Ophelia, loud enough to unravel your dreams before a blinding light shines in your eyes.

Discombobulated and lying on the shower floor, you see an old and grizzled woman standing over you. You recognize her as one of the maintenance workers who brought changes in uniform to both Lilith and Sophia earlier in the week.

“Wha…” You reply, half awake and confused as memories of your dreams play back, before being quickly forgotten. You find yourself lying on the floor with your junk fully exposed. You’re no where near erect, but your less than pure dreams has you at half mast.

“What’er you doin’ here? It’s pass curfew.” The maintenance lady asks. She gives you a disapproving look, casting judgment harder than anyone else in this school could.

“I-I-i…” You try to defend yourself, but her pissed off expression and your less than ideal situation makes you panic, with your words escaping you, along with what little dignity you still have left.

“You know what, don’t bother, the smell in here tells me all I need to know.”

“I’m sorry, I w-wasn’t—”

“Shut up and get outta here will ya? You already cause me enough headaches with your antics in the day. I don’t wanna deal with your nude shenanigans at night too.” She scolds, pointing her flashlight over by the exit.

You stand your weak and wobbly legs up, using the wall behind you for support. You instinctively cover yourself, as waves of post nut clarity hit you like a grand tsunami hitting a shoreline. With your head hung low in shame, you walk towards the exit, but not before the maintenance lady smacks your ass, telling you to, “Scram!”

You hurriedly exit the showers and find yourself in a dark room, presumably the locked room. It’s too dark to make out anything, with you scurrying all over to find your socks and shoes. Minutes go by, with you fumbling in the dark in search of your only pieces of “clothes” to your name. Several more minutes go by, and now you fear they might’ve been taken.

Frustrated and mildly humiliated, you decide to forgo your footwear, not wanting to test the scruffy maintenance lady’s patience by asking for new shoes. You’re quick the realize the irony that either way, you’re walking back to your dorm naked.