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My Dirty Janitor

Book One: Chinned

By Toni Mozzie

This book contains descriptions of explicit sex. All characters in this book are 18+

My Dirty Janitor Book 1: Chinned (An Oral Sex Adventure)

Copyright: 2017 Toni Mozzie

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

For mature audiences only 18+

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Chapter One

When you find a guy with an insatiable appetite for eating pussy, life gets very simple,” Laura said with a look of satisfaction.

Ginny smiled. She and her friend were on their third martini, and when they’d had that much to drink, the conversation inevitably turned to sex. “Like smart simple or stupid simple?”

Laura took a sip of her drink before saying, “What’s the difference? Anyway, shopping’s simpler, too. Lately, about the only thing on my shopping list has been whipped cream.”

The two had been friends for years, having met in university. Ginny’s one encounter with a woman was Laura, and she was Laura’s first experience with a white woman. Ginny, afterward realized, though it was awesome in its way, that women were not her thing. Laura, on the other hand loved another woman’s pussy like it were her own.

Their lives, once so intertwined, slowly came untangled, and they drifted apart. Realizing this, they decided to meet on the first Monday of the month at Gabriel’s, a fine-dining mecca for those with the courage to pamper themselves.

You kind of sound like you’re complaining,” Ginny said.

Well, you know I’ve always said that no one eats pussy like another woman, but my new guy is making me wonder. I mean, girl-on-girl is just common sense, and if a girl doesn’t agree, then that means she just hasn’t tried it.”

What if a man disagreed?” Ginny quipped.

Once a man’s had a blowjob from both a woman and a man, and can tell me honestly and with a straight face that a lady gives better head than a gay guy, and then I’ll eat my words and not your pussy, honey!” Laura laughed, playfully tapping Ginny on the arm. Ginny laughed along. They both knew that whatever they had had, was long over now. It was fun to rehash old memories though.

And my guy, Tom, knows his shit,” Laura said, “which pisses me off because he’s kind of freaking me out.”

Ginny giggled on little martini bubbles. She couldn’t imagine anything freaking Laura out. “Why? What’s he doing? Wearing your panties?”

Well, he’s sending me texts with clips of Thai mountain-climbing porn. I know he’s joking, but it’s freaky in a church backbench sort of way.”

“Thai mountain-climbing porn?”

Yeah, I know, right? But anyway, it’s a thing, not a very big thing, no pun intended. I wasn’t impressed.”

Church backbench?”

Laura sighed. “Well, technically a pew. I keep forgetting you had a sheltered childhood with six vacations a year. Christ, you pretty much grew up at Disneyland. I, on the other hand, had to get my kicks anyway I could, and that usually meant sitting behind the adults, in the back pews at church.”

Ginny decided to stop asking questions while she was ahead. “I went to Disneyland once.”

But anyway,” Laura continued after another sip. “I’ll hold on to Tom. He has one thing going for him that gives him, all guys for that matter, an advantage over women and that’s the chinning. Have you had?”

Ginny looked questioningly at her friend, her eyes dropping to her friend’s chin.

Laura grinned. “Yeah, it’s when a guy rubs his stubbled chin over your pussy. It’s tingly and when he runs his chin over your clit—watch out. Tom knows exactly what he’s doing. So, I’ve decided to use chinning as the median to determine a man’s worth, you know, his oral abilities and in objective terms. If he isn’t chinning of his own accord after our second little dinner party down there, then I know he has no motivation to keep me or even worse, has no goddamn imagination how to. So I will end it the moment someone else comes along.”

Ginny grinned and rested her chin in her hand, elbow on the table, her straight black hair hanging over her face. She was feeling the booze. “I like how you’ve simplified life, L. You should start one of those online courses for men.”

Yeah, I know, right? When virtual reality becomes a thing, I’ll be punching my ticket. How are you holding up anyway?” Laura asked, focused on stabbing the olive bobbling in the liquor.

Ginny had just broken up with her boyfriend after suggesting he tie her up and spank her while he was wearing a mask. She wanted to feel the thrill of an unknown man manhandling her. In her fantasy, he would leave her tied up for hours performing endless hours of sloppy cunnilingus on her through the latex mask he was wearing. She’d laughed about it more than fantasized about it, and felt safe enough with this guy to suggest it.

Big mistake.

He freaked. He tried not to let on he was freaking, but Ginny knew when a guy was freaking out about either her or their relationship, and he was definitely freaking out. He said, actually insisted, that he had no such fantasy and was definitely not into masks and whips or any weird shit like that.

A couple days later, out of the blue, he accused her of having already fulfilled her dirty fantasy, and that her ‘I’m all innocent’ act was just bullshit.

This pissed her off.

Then he accused her of doing it with old, fat men who hadn’t quite gotten over the high of disciplining their naughty teenage daughters. He ended his little rant with a flopper of a cliché: once a slut, always a slut and accused her of cheating on him, of getting used and abused. But it was when he mumbled something about her sick fetish being some twisted Japanese thing did Ginny get offended. Her previous boyfriend had been a cute Asian guy, with a wholesome and sincere smile. She was pissed, not only because it was racist, but also because his heritage had not been Japanese, but Chinese, from Hong Kong to be exact.

I’m all right. The douche was a dick. My only regret is that I bought such a big condo last year, thinking I could populate it with a family. Besides being a bitch to clean, it’s kind of depressing being alone in a space that easily swallows you up.”

She’d decided to leave her shitty rental apartment with its kidney bean sized cockroaches after her neighbor, this creepy fifty-year-old guy, kept coming out of his apartment with no pants on, his pink cock as hard as a tube of toothpaste muttering, “Finish me off,” whenever she was coming or going, probably hearing her fumbling for her keys. She imagined him waiting with his ear to his door, listening for her.

The first time Ginny thought nothing of it. Well, she thought plenty about it, but figured the poor, old guy was confused, maybe showing the first signs of senility. Then it happened again and before she could get a chance to talk to the Super, it happened a third time. The Super said he’d talk to the old man, but needed to be delicate because the old man’s family members were dropping like flies, adding that, yeah, the old guy was delusional and even believed he was still in his twenties.

A few days later the guy was coming home as Ginny was leaving and their paths crossed. He looked hurt. He stopped and asked, “Don’t you think I’m hot enough?”

Ginny, flabbergasted, got out of there quickly. Back home, she went online and started looking for something to buy, out of the downtown core, surrounded by average middle-class families. What could ever go wrong out there?

So sell it and move back downtown,” Laura said. “If you want action and excitement, you need to stay close to it.”

Chapter Two

Ginny lived at the edge of the city, having bought where prices were once cheaper, and so she didn’t want to spend the money taking a long trip in a cab from the downtown to the suburbs. It was late, past one and as long as she got the last subway train, she’d be fine. The train had one other passenger by the time it reached her stop; a young man with sandy hair was listening to music on his headphones. He was tall and muscular and was well dressed in crisp blue jeans and a light red-dress shirt. He had a solid chin with stubble.

Ginny shook her head. She needed to be thinking less about sex, not more if she didn’t want to suffer without the cure: The only way to endure celibacy was to get laid.

She crossed her legs, and the crossed leg starting fidgeting. She needed to pee. Luckily her station had a restroom.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the man glance her way. She glanced back and smiled ever so faintly. He briefly smiled back and then turned his eyes to the floor.

Ginny exhaled disappointment. He’s probably married, she thought, before realizing that it was not so auspicious to start a relationship on a subway train. But still, how was the floor more interesting than her?

When she arrived at her station, she shuffled out the train without looking at the young man who remained onboard.

Ginny buttoned up her coat. A cool wind cut through the tunnel and onto the platform, so she hurried up the escalator to the ladies’ restroom. The station was empty, and she was relieved she had managed to catch the last train.

Once at the restroom, she found the janitor’s cart holding the door open and blocking her way. By now, she really needed to go, her bladder aching. The fact that she couldn’t made it feel worse. Even though the station was deserted, it didn’t occur to her to try the men’s. She wiggled past the cart.

Once inside, she was hit with the strong odor of disinfectant with hints of lemon.

A man was cleaning the mirrors with Windex and paper towels. He turned and stared at her. She stared back. He was built with jet black hair and dark eyes that looked like inky shadows under his eyelids. He looked like he was in his late twenties. He wore a grey T-shirt, and she could tell he worked out; his arms were muscular, solid and refined.

He smiled sympathetically, noticing her slight fidgeting. “I’m sorry, Ma’am, but the station’s closed now.”

“Do you mind? I’ll just be a sec.”

Well, I still have work to do, so I can’t wait outside. If you’re fine with that, then be quick. I’d tell you to go to the men’s, but I locked it up already.”

I’ll close the stall door.”

Yeah, no, you won’t.”

Pardon?” Ginny asked, a thrill, part anger, part excitement over his command, shot up her spine.

No door. The one with a stall door doesn’t work. Actually,” he added with a chuckle, “good thing the broken one has a door, so I got something to put the ‘out of order’ sign on.”

Ginny walked over to the far stall without a door and peered in. True, there was no door, but it was sparkling clean. She walked to the counter and put her bag down beside a sink. “I don’t mind if you don’t mind. I promise not to make any weird noises or weird smells. I just had a few drinks, and they’re going through me.”

Sure, knock yourself out.” He grinned mischievously, eyeing her, almost daring her. It made her heart leap. She didn’t have the feeling he was threatening in any way, but rather that he was merely teasing playfully. He had that vibe of a guy who is the best friend of the dude you’re sleeping with. Besides, she was a pretty good judge of character, being a bank manager.

“Thanks, but I don’t want to get busted for loitering.” The moment the words were out of her mouth, she wondered what the hell she was thinking. She prayed he didn’t ask her what she meant, because she had no idea what she meant.

Actually, it’s a bit of an honor. In my line of work it’s not often I get to see one of my customers in the flesh, if you know what I mean. So this is a treat.”

Well, glad to oblige,” Ginny muttered sarcastically, going into the stall. She turned around, and after making sure he wasn’t peeking with the aid of the mirrors, she lifted her dress and pulled her panties down to her knees and sat down. Instantly, pee gushed out of her, splashing the water in the toilet bowl. The noise embarrassed her a little, so she started talking.

Wow, it smells really clean in here. Usually, whenever I must use the subway restrooms, it smells like, well, you know.”

Thanks and yeah, I know that smell. If you ask me, it’s a little sad to have to remove it.”

Ginny laughed, still feeling the martinis a little. “Why?”

I don’t know. It’s grown on me.”

Ginny giggled. She figured he was joking. She liked the dark ones with the dark sense of humor.

What’s so funny?” he asked. He was still cleaning the mirrors; she could hear the squeaking paper towel move over the glass.

You. No offence. It’s kind of hot—your commitment to the ladies’ restroom and all.”

She reached for the toilet paper, but there was none.

Hey, do you have any toilet paper?”

Oh, sorry, I took all the old rolls off. It was cheap quality stuff.”

Yeah, but better than nothing.”

Actually, I have this thing. I put expensive rolls on at night when the station closes. These rolls are soft, erotic even, so when the early birds come first thing, they’ll have a little soft lick me up, courtesy of me. My colleague said he has to replace my rolls fifteen minutes after the subway opens. But on the mornings after my days off, when it’s the usual cheap rolls, he doesn’t have to change them for a couple hours. Isn’t that crazy?”

She heard water pouring from a tap for a moment.

Then without warning, his disembodied hand appeared around the door holding a roll of toilet paper. She reached for it, but it was too far. Her panties were to her knees, and she didn’t want them to slip any lower, so being overly cautious, she struggled to stand up. She fell back onto the toilet seat. Her head was spinning a little.

I can’t reach it,” she said, exhaling.

His hand and arm lurched a bit further toward her, but the toilet roll was still out of reach.

Still can’t reach it. It’s late; I’m buzzed, so just come in here and give it to me.” The moment the last word was out of her mouth, he was in front of her, before she could reword.

Are you okay?”

She looked up at him questioningly, not sure what he was referring to.

He stared back at her; she could see the passion in his eyes. It made her wet enough to feel that what was happening now was right.

Here,” he said, holding the roll out to her.

She didn’t reach for it immediately.

Or perhaps, I can help. As you probably know, there’s always a better way.”

Her brain caught up to the moment enough to respond. “So says everyone who wants something.”

But would you want it any other way?”

Their eyes locked, and just before it got awkward enough to snap them back to reality, the janitor said, “And besides, you’re taking so long, that if I don’t get you cleaned up, I could be here all night.”

For a moment she was wondering where this guy was planning to bathe her.

Why? Because that’s you job?” she whispered, frozen to the toilet, and with her panties around her knees, feeling the most vulnerable she’s ever felt in her life. It made her pulse race.

He swallowed hard; his eyes filled with lust. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, but she was dying to know and stared, entranced, at the man hovering over her as he slowly unraveled sheets of soft cotton ball tissue paper.

Was he about to realize her fantasy of having a stranger ravish her?

Chapter Three

Once the sheets were in his hand, he stepped forward and kneeled down before her. She studied him without moving, as if waiting for him to instruct her.

He moved slowly, hesitantly, testing her, making sure she didn’t feel any pressure to do something that would make her feel uncomfortable. But there was nothing uncomfortable about having this man kneeling before her and between her legs with a hungry look in his eyes. It had been too long since she last had a man’s tongue between her legs.

As he inched closer, his hands caressed her knees, and her legs instinctively spread until her panties prevented her from spreading farther apart. The janitor gently took hold of the panties and after smelling them, pulled them down to her ankles. She lifted her right foot out of them. Then he spread her legs until her knees were almost touching the stall walls. He gazed upon her shaved pussy and swallowed.

“What?” she whispered, desire burning in her eyes, her lips apart only enough to allow small breaths.

“You look so delicate.”

She moaned and arched her butt. What was he waiting for?

He leaned in and when his nose was inches from her shaved slit, she could feel his breath on her pussy lips, and it made her heart race in anticipation.

He caressed the inside of her thighs with his hands, squeezing her silky flesh gently as if to say: this is mine.

“You smell delicious,” he whispered.

She stared down at him but was finding it hard to focus.

I want to taste your pussy,” he murmured.

“I’m wet,” she moaned.

He swallowed hard and then gently touched her clit with his tongue before licking it like a sweet little Hot Tamale. Then she felt his tongue pull apart her pussy lips before caressing the opening to her pussy, her wetness mixing with his saliva, which felt thick and warm.

When his tongue returned to her clit, it flickered in rapid succession in short bursts that sent ripples of pleasure through her body, and her toes curled. His moist tongue pressed against her clit, rolled over it and then pressed against it. Soon they had their very own idiosyncratic rhythm. When his tongue washed over her clit, her ass lifted slightly.

She felt like she was racing down the runway for take off. He sensed her growing pleasure and slowed down, savoring the taste of her juices. He took a pussy lip into his mouth and kissed it like he was kissing her mouth.

Fuck, your pussy tastes as sweet as peaches, babe.” He sounded like he was eating peaches, too, slurping her juices up, devouring her, his quivering tongue hungrily diving deeper inside her, before caressing and pecking at her pussy lips.

“I want more,” he whispered.

So did she.

She felt his tongue exploring, moving down, until it was swirling around her anus. She’d never been rimmed before and the light thrill spread through her like when a feather tickles a sensitive spot of the body causing it to tremble all over. The cool tip of his tongue on her asshole was soothing.

Feeling his saliva dripping from her ass, Ginny moaned in delight, and stroked his hair, before gently grabbing hold of it to urge his mouth to engulf her clit and his tongue to plunge deeper inside her. His tongue obeyed.

She wanted penetration, and she sensed that he knew this but was intentionally withholding. Instead, his tongue flattened out like he was licking an ice-cream cone and smothered her pussy, his salvia dripping off her and dripping into the toilet bowl. He sucked on each pussy lip again, tilting his head one way and then the other.

It drove Ginny nuts; she moaned and slowly twisted her pelvis to match his tongue’s caresses, her hands now gripping his hair, urging his head into her.

Suddenly his lips pounced on her clit and sucked it into his soft, warm, moist mouth. His suddenness made her gasp. He sucked forcefully, his tongue swirling around her button, then she felt him sucking it, pulling her into him. She could sense his greed, his hunger, his frustrated desire to consume her, to suck her dry.

Ginny’s head tilted back. Her breathing grew heavy as this man’s tongue took control of her clit, as if it belonged in his mouth, cradled in his tongue.

She was close to coming, when the janitor released her clit. For a moment there was nothing and she tilted her head forward and attempted to focus. He was in his own little world, admiring her pussy for a moment before he leaned back in.

She tilted her head back again. Suddenly, electric sparks exploded all over her body, as something rough rubbed her clit. She looked back down. He was slowly rubbing his wet stubbled chin over her pussy, up and down. The pleasure was so overwhelming that she almost forgot to breathe. The day-old stubble prickled her clit yet so gently, the sensation pushed her to the edge, that feeling one has at the moment of letting go from a great height.

Without warning, his tongue drove into her pussy, curling slightly to lap up her juices.

Her body reacted instantly, her back arched like a cat poised. Now both her hands gripped his hair tightly in a desperate effort to have him as deeply inside her as possible. She could feel his heavy breathing on her clit, before his tongue swept up the length of her pussy, finding her clit and engulfing it, sucking it into his mouth.

The crushing waves of pleasure washed over her hard and fast like the waves crashing on a stormy beach. When she came, her entire body trembled, her eyelids fluttered, eyes quivering to the back of her eye sockets.

The janitor slurped and sucked. “Mm, I could suck on this pussy for hours, babe,” he mumbled before his tongue plunged back into her.

It was then she realized he’d never cleaned her with the tissue before putting his mouth on her. It was dirty. It was hot, and she didn’t want to let him go.

When she realized where she was and what had just happened, she looked down at the janitor between her legs.

The janitor grinned. “You really got into that.”

Ginny swallowed and cleared her throat. “That was…” She didn’t know how to finish. Did she need to say anything?

He got up and left the stall. He returned wiping his mouth with toilet paper, handing her the roll.

Ginny, legs still spread, was still feeling warm all over and was unsure if she was finished or what to do next. Should she wait for him to leave or say something? Should she leave with him? Should she say something like, “Hey, thanks for the memories,” and split?

You better hurry up,” she heard him say. “The doors will be locked in a few minutes.”

“What about you?”

“Me? I work here. I’ll be fine.”

Okay,” she said mechanically.

So, anyway, it was nice to meet you,” he said. She could hear him putting on a pair of rubber gloves.

She shook her head to clear the fog and got it in gear. She wiped herself quickly, pulled her panties up, and lowered her skirt. She felt the stirrings of another pee, but put it to the back of her mind. She would be home in fifteen minutes. She’d get a taxi if the bus took too long.

She stepped out of the stall and looked questioningly at the janitor as if she was in need of an explanation, but he had his back to her as he organized supplies on his cart. He was listening to music on headphones and nodding his head to a steady beat.

Ginny washed her hands and grabbed her bag. She walked past him and out the door. But she just couldn’t walk away. She turned around to look at him once more and was half expecting to see no one. But he was still there. She stared at him. He looked up, smiled, and winked at her.

“I don’t even know your name,” she said.

He removed an earbud and asked, “What?”

She repeated herself.

“Isn’t it better that way?”

Slowly a devilish grin spread across Ginny’s face. It was.

What they had done was so outlandish that no one who knew her would believe it had happened. She barely believed it had happened, and even though it had only just happened, she felt the experience fading, that each second passing, felt like a year had passed, like a dream fading after waking up.

As she walked toward the exit, her footsteps, echoing with hollow pride, brought her back to reality. She debated calling Laura now or wait until morning. It was the dirtiest thing she’d ever done. It made her feel alive. Laura would love it.

Once she was home, she had a shower and then curled up in bed with her phone. It was late, but she knew Laura wouldn’t mind a text about her encounter. But then it occurred to her that perhaps it wasn’t so wise to say anything to Laura or at least not until they next met. They weren’t so close anymore that Ginny could to go all teenage giggly. Besides, as soon as Ginny did tell Laura, her friend would be taking the subway to come and visit Ginny every night.

About the Author

Toni Mozzie has been writing mystery, romance and erotica for over twenty years under various pen names while traveling to exotic locations such as Thailand, Vietnam, South Korea, Italy, Hungry, Romania, and Brazil. Learn more at: https://tonimozzie.blogspot.ca

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