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 This story is total fantasy.  The author does not condone any form of
violence towards women in any form whatsoever.  All women should be treated
with the utmost courtesy that they deserve as our mothers, wives,
girlfriends and friends.  They are not the weakest sex as is often
portrayed, but they certainly are the fairer sex.  Where would we be
without them?  Treat them like Angels and Princesses at all times, they
deserve it.

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   The Cleaner

   by

   Doghead_2000



   It was long past usual my finishing time when I came out of the boss's
office and headed back down to my own office two floors below.  Most of the
other workers had left for the day and the building seemed strangely quiet.
As I stepped out of the elevator doors on my floor and headed along the
corridor in the direction of my office, I saw one of the cleaning ladies on
her knees in the corridor.  I could see that she was actually scrubbing the
floor in the old fashioned way with a pail of water and a scrubbing brush.
This was a sight I had not seen for years as these days they always scoot
along the corridors with those confounded electric scrubbing machines that
snap at your ankles if you get to close as you walk passed.

   I slowed down as I got closer, partially due to the wet floor, but
mainly as a result of the view I was getting.  The woman was only a girl
really, about eighteen years of age and dresses in a very short mini skirt
that was riding up over her shapely buttocks as she pushed forward with two
hands on the scrubbing brush.  I had a clear view of the little pair of
white knickers that she was wearing, which were crumpled up at the crotch
and digging into her crack each time that she moved forward in a mock
humping movement.  As she pushed her arms forward on the brush, her largish
size breasts would hang down underneath her and sway backwards and forwards
with each movement, totally unhindered by her tee shirt and obviously not
restrained by any sort of bra.

   As I slowly approached her, to go passed to my office further down the
corridor, my eyes were riveted to her gorgeous nimble form, switching from
those swaying breasts and that tight hardly covered pussy.  I could feel my
penis springing to life as it imagined being on the receiving end of that
pussy as it rocked backwards and forwards impaling my cock into her depths
in a slow pumping action.

   I could not resist the temptation to time my passing so that she backed
that lovely rump straight into my waiting hand.  I instantly turned to face
her and apologised profusely for the accidental contact.  She turned her
face in my direction and just flashed a little smile without saying
anything before turning back to her chores.  Of course during this little
interaction I was looking at her and not where I was going, I felt my foot
begin to slip out from underneath me on the wet floor.  Of course once it
had started to slip, I was off balance and on my way to sitting on my rump
on the wet floor.  To make matters worst I caught the bucket with one of my
heels, which sent a tidal wave of water splashing over the sides and
soaking one leg of my trousers below the knee.

   As the girl looked up again and apologised, my sexual thoughts had
turned to shear embarrassment, here I was sitting on the floor with a wet
arse and a soggy wet trouser leg.  I muttered something about being all
right and picked myself up and squelched my way down the corridor towards
my office.  Without looking back I closed the door behind me and cursed out
aloud at being such an idiot and making such a fool of myself.

   The boss had given me some extra urgent paperwork to do and so I needed
to make a start anyway.  There was no way that I could go out in the street
until my trousers had dried off a bit anyway, so I decided to get stuck in
and make a start straight away.  Making sure that the door was closed
properly; I slipped off my shoes and then dropped my trousers, wringing out
the worst of the dirty water in the leg as best as I could, I draped them
over the back of a spare chair.  Luckily as practically all the staff had
gone home I shouldn't be interrupted, and even if anyone came in, my desk
was angled away from the door so unless I stood, up no one would realise
that I was working in my boxer shorts.  It didn't take long to get stuck in
and get engrossed in the paperwork.

   I must have been working for about half an hour before the door of my
office opened.  I didn't realise it at first but the girl from the corridor
was sticking her head around the door.  When I looked up she asked if it
was all right if she came in to do the cleaning.  Without thinking I said
it was fine and to go ahead.  It wasn't until she came in and closed the
door behind her that I again realised that I was still sitting in my boxer
shorts.  Trying to ignore the situation I carried on with my work as best
as I could.

   I was able to concentrate on the files pretty well thanks to the fact
that they were of an interesting nature, however I did look up a couple of
times to be distracted by the girls lithe body bending over or reaching to
dust shelves, flashing the odd glance at her knickers or the curve of a
shapely breast.  After a few moments I would drag my mind back to the work
in hand.  The girl was working so silently that it was easy to ignore
everything but her form.

   I looked up on one occasion and thought that she must have finished and
slipped out of the door without me realising it.  I gave a small sigh of
relief and relaxed to make myself more comfortable.  I relaxed my legs,
which I had been holding clamped together while she was in the room, just
in case she caught a glimpse under my desk.  Finally allowing my legs to
part, spreading my knees wide, I reached into my groin for a quick scratch
and readjusted the old wedding tackle into a more comfortable position,
before getting back to work.

   As I started to write, again my pen shot across the page leaving a
graffiti like scrawl across the page as a strange hand slid up the leg of
my boxer shorts and cupped my tackle.  I nearly jumped out of my skin in
shock at the unexpected touch.  As I gripped the top of the desk with both
hands, the third hand started to stroke my flaccid penis and cupped my
balls.  I felt the air rush on my privates as the hand eased them out of my
shorts, nearly jumping again as a warm slippery tongue slithered over the
head of the cock end, which was then enveloped by a pair of soft silken
lips.

   The thought of work had by now completely gone out of my mind.  My penis
had become a rigid pole, sliding in and out of a soft moist cavern
somewhere out of sight, as delicate fingers started to play on the length
of my cock as if playing a tune on a musical instrument.  Then the musician
started to suck on the instrument and manipulate her tongue across the tip
of the blowhole, flicking and licking the sensitive swollen head causing me
to go into spasms of ecstasy.

   I closed my eyes and let the wave after wave of sensual exotic feelings
take over my total world, every portion of my brain was centred on that
swollen stick between my legs and the nerve endings on its red sensitive
bell end.  Then the sense of pressure started to build up deep inside my
scrotum as my balls prepared to explode and fire my seed outwards through
my blood engorged penis.  My unseen friend seemed to sense this and
increased her manipulations of my sex organs, bringing even more pleasure
to my senses.  Then with my cock still buried deep into her mouth, the
volcano erupted and my seed was sprayed into her throat.  As my sperm
pumped out in jets of hot cream, that mouth greedily sucked at every drop
until at last the torrent subsided.  The tongue and lips then started to
caress my cock and clean up any traces of spilt cum before finally
releasing my shrinking penis.

   The girl's head then appeared in front of my desk, she had a big grin on
her face and was using her tongue to lick her lips.  Getting up I walked
around the desk and grabbed her around the waist and planted a great
smacker of a kiss on those beautiful experienced lips.  With urgency we
groped each others bodies and I reaches for the waist band of her knickers
under that short skirt, pulling them down to her thighs.  I slipped one
hand into the now exposed little tuft of curly hair.  Sliding my fingers
downwards between her legs to find the crease of her sex, which was hot and
moist to my touch.  As I slid my fingers into her wet sex tunnel she
gripped my shoulders and squeezed herself into my body, as if to fuse our
bodies into one.  I used my other hand to feel the shape of her taught
shapely buttocks, running my hand over the smooth skin and cupping each
mound in turn.  Using my index finger I gently teased the little star
shaped opening to her anus, which sent her into a sort of frenzy, and she
ground her pussy onto the fingers I had inserted inside her, rubbing her
swollen clitoris into my hand.

   I slowly manoeuvred her around so that her buttocks were against the
edge of the desk, then releasing her buttocks and sex; I lifted her tee
shirt up above her head to let me see those glorious bouncing breasts
properly for the first time.  They were big, firm and round, her nipples
were swollen and hard like a couple of light brown hardened steel bullets
sticking out of the front of a couple of pink melons.  My hands cupped her
breasts as my fingers stroked her nipples and I forced her backwards to lie
on top of the desk.  As soon as her back was flat on the desktop I bent
over her and sank my lips onto one of those extended nipple buds, gently
licking, sucking and nibbling on the hardened teats.  This brought a moan
from her lips as my mouth sent pleasure through her sensitive nerve endings
to her brain like small electric shocks.  Her Eyes were closed as she
rolled her head from side to side on the desk moaning.

   After suckling and playing with both of her offered nipples for a few
minutes, using my spare hand to keep her other breast and nipple occupied
until my mouth returned to service it, I straightened up, reluctantly
sliding my hands down her body to her thighs.  Grabbing her small white
knickers by the waistband I lifted her legs into the air and raised the
white flimsy material until I could slide them off her raised feet. 
Lowering the backs of her thighs onto my shoulders, I sank my face into her
hot wet pussy.  Wrapping my arms over her thighs, I used my fingers to open
her cunt lips wide and ran my tongue the length of her inner lips before
seeking out and finding her swollen clitoris.  Her body shook as if it had
been prodded with an electric probe and a small scream erupted from her
mouth at my contact with her swollen bud.

   As her juices began to flow into my face I grabbed her ankles and spread
them wide to give my mouth unfettered access to her wet sticky pussy,
nibbling and sucking her clitoris as my tongue delved deep into her
feminine core.  My cock had by this time returned to its swollen hard
rampant state and I needed to release the pressure once again building up
inside my balls.  Following a violent shutter shudder of her body as my
manipulation of her sex took her into a state of orgasm, I dropped her legs
back down over the side of the desk.  Taking her firmly by the waist, I
pulled her upright on her feet and spun her around to face the desk

   Pushing her down hard onto the desktop so that her beautiful large
breasts were being flattened like pancakes against its surface, I used my
feet to spread her legs out to the sides.  I now had open access to her
soaking wet pussy from the rear.  Dropping my boxers down my legs, I
mounted her.  My urgency to gain relief from her body forced me to ram my
rock hard swollen cock violently deep into her moist cunt, powering into
her as far as I could.  She gave out another little scream as my cock
filled her cunt to bursting point, but made no objection or move to
un-impale herself from my rampant cock.

   After my first mighty thrust, I settled into a piston like rhythm,
pumping my cock in and out of her pussy for all I was worth.  Slamming
forwards to enter her as far as I could, forcing her body into the hard
desk as I held onto her hips for that extra leverage to get deeper, then
withdrawing my cock as far as possible without letting it slip out of her
pussy before once again slamming her into the desk.  With each forward
thrust my balls would crash against her pubic mound in their sack as they
swung backwards and forwards to the rhythm of the fuck.

   Once again I could feel the pressure in my balls building up like the
inside of a pressure cooker, a couple more strokes and I would be blowing
the safety valve.  As I felt the valve go I slammed myself into her as far
as I could and held her there as my body pumped my seed deep into her womb.
I could feel the end of my knob twitching inside her, as my semen was
pumped out into her in powerful jets of steaming fluid.  As the pressure
die I started to withdraw my cock, slamming it back inside her before it
came out completely to release more of my load into her womb.  I continued
to do this until I was pumping dry and my cock started to shrink back to a
placid state.

   Before pulling out of her completely, I collapsed on her back and
slipped my hands around her to, fondle her squashed breasts.  She whimpered
at my touch and I gently nuzzled her neck and showered it tenderly with
kisses while I got my breath back and came back down to earth.

   Finally I withdrew my shrunken cock from her soaking pussy, I then
pulled up my boxers and helped her up from the desk.  As I retrieved my now
almost dry trousers and slipped them on, going back behind my desk to my
own chair to put my shoes on properly.  She pulled her tee shirt back on to
cover those beautiful firm breasts and retrieved her white knickers from
the floor.

   Instead of putting her knickers back on, she used them to clean herself
off and wipe all my cum from her pussy, and from where it was trickling
down her thighs from between her legs.  She had just completed the process
as best she could and thrown her soiled knickers into the waste bin when
the office door opened.  My boss stuck his head around the side of the door
and looked into the room.

   " Oh!  There you are my dear.  Still working Bains?  I see you have met
my daughter then.  I hope she has not been disturbing you too much?"

   I couldn't speak as his words sank in; I just looked backwards and
forwards between the two of them.

   "Come on my dear we have to go.  Goodnight Bains, Don't work to late."

   With that he pulled his head back out into the corridor and the girl
followed him out.  Just as she reached the door she turned and with a wink,
blew me a kiss.  As she went through the doorway she flicked up the back of
her skirt with a hand at each side, to give me a flash of her completely
naked, tight arse cheeks.

   That was the last I ever saw of her.  I later found out that she knew
one of the cleaners from school, and that she had offered to help out that
day, so that the other girl could leave early.  She must have told the girl
about her extra duties that night, as I often get the odd wink or blown
kiss from the other cleaners when I am working late at the office though.
Although none of them have actually come into my office while I was there,
yet.

   The End