Supplies Closet

The janitor left the door unlocked. Well, he rolled the floor buffer machine out, and didn’t look back.

So, he didn’t see the door stop when it ran into the door stop. You have to set it up just right, so it flips up, then back down before the door swings shut. I went in, and unlocked the window. Looking down, sure enough the smokers were down there, smoking.

So, I left my bag, and ran around to the stairs. Down to the doors on the end of the hall, and around the corner to the alley. I guess that’s what you’d call it. The building branches out into wings, so there’s a dead-end in between them, where the boys go to smoke.

“Hey guys, can one of you pick me up?”

“What for?”

“So, I can get up in that window.” I pointed, “I left something in there, and I need to get it back.”

“Okay,” Bradley crushed out his butt with his heel, and got down with his hands together, for me to step up in.

“No, let me get on your shoulders.” I sat down on his neck, but I always liked that position the best. I guess I should tell you that I was molested by one of my dad’s drinking buddies. it took a while for him to get around to it, and make me feel comfortable with the way he picked me up. Just like any adult would pick up a little girl, but while he had me up on his hip, he’d touch me, until I got too old for him to pick up.

Not too heavy, just too old, because he was a child molester, and I started puberty. I was a late bloomer, and I’m still really petite. I bet I’ll be great on the cheer squad, because I’m light enough to throw up in the air, so my skirt flies up, and you can see my underwear.

“Dude, you’re not wearing any panties?”

I let go of the window, with one hand to push down the back of my skirt. “I’m not a dude, but can you see my butt?”

“Not any more.” He shook his head, but the other boys putt out their buts, and walked off.

“Well, I didn’t want to put sweaty underwear back on after gym class, and I didn’t bring another pair.” I lied, I’m not even taking PE until I finish Health this semester, but the window swings up. It doesn’t have one of those crank thingies, to crank it out on like all the rest of them do in the classrooms. “Okay, now pick me up.”

“How?” Holding onto my ankles, and looking up my skirt.

“Uh!” I managed to pull up. “Let go, and push up on my shoes. There.” I got my ribs over the sill, so I could reach back, and push up the window. Get my butt through, and turn around to get my knee up. Step down, and push the window out again. “Well, don’t just stand there with a boner, come on up!”

“I can’t climb that.”

“You don’t have to, just go in through the doors.” I pointed. “Up the stairs at the end of the hallway.” Back over to the main building, “And meet me in the supply closet right by the stairs.”

“Oh, okay.” That gave me a minute to get naked. Of course I didn’t wear any underwear. Not that I needed a bra for anything. I’m not that flat, but let’s just say there’s nothing to support. They’re still nice, and perky, but I’d have to pad them out to fill up A-cups.

That’s okay, some guys like them young. Bradley is a freshman, too. So, he doesn’t really care, pretty much all you have to do is flash him a little pussy, and he’ll come running.

“Oh,” he stopped, as soon as he saw me, in nothing but canvas high-tops, socks, and a hairtie. “Huh, you think it’s safe in here?”

“Yeah, if you shut the door. The janitor has to do the whole building, so he won’t be back for at least an hour. You know who’s sexy?” I pulled the zipper on my backpack, I left on a shelf. “Hannibal Lechter.”

“From Silence of the Lambs?” He stopped unbuttoning his pants, and looked up.

“Yeah,” I finally untangled the straps, and pulled it out. “Especially the mask.”

“You want me to put that on?”

“Yeah, I bet you’d look good in it.”

“Wow, you sure are kinky, but okay.” While he was doing that, I went over to the corner, and rolled out the dolly. You know those hand trucks, they use to deliver packages, and other boxes like #10 cans, and cleaning supplies by the case?

“Uh, you want to strap me to that?”

“Yeah, it’s safer for me that way.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Yeah, but if you did, you’d totally tell me that.” He looked me over, but he kept looking up at my face. I nodded, so he could look over my naked body. My cute little tits, my abs, my clean shaven puss, and I even turned around to show him my butt again. I’m pretty active, I was anorexic for a while there, when I didn’t want to grow up, because a part of me deep down knew that’s why uncle Jimmy wasn’t as attracted to me as he used to be. Then, i started exercising to burn off calories, so I could eat more, and stop blacking out when i stood up too quick.

“Okay, but you’re not going to hurt me?”

“Cross my heart.” I’d totally tell him if I just wanted to hurt him.

“Hulululh!” He stuck his tongue through the bars, “I bet I could eat you like this. Hulululuh! I can’t bite you though.”

“Hihihihn!” Now he’s getting into it, but first I had to unroll the straps. Rolled up in rubberbands on the back, so you could strap the cleaning supplies to it, pulling them up the stairs. They really should get an elevator for that kinda stuff, you know? “Yeah, let me put you down for that in a minute.” I had to stick the end through the ratchet thingy on the back. Crank the handle, and squeeze it, to unlock it, and pull it back.

“Not too tight.”

“That’s not too tight?”

“Ngh, I can still breathe, so stop there.”

“Okay,” finally I came around, and stuck my fingers in his open zipper.

“I had no idea you’re so kinky, and horny.”

“Well, you never asked. I shouldn’t have to go to all this trouble, just to lure you in here.”

“Yeah, but you like scary guys, huh. Serial killers, like Hannibal Lechter.”

“Whatever gave you that idea?” Honestly? No, it was just an excuse to get him tied to the dolly, so I could roll him out wherever I want. I could even roll him out in the halls, and leave him there, but not until I was done with him. Finally, I got his pants unbuttoned, and pulled down his underwear, to grab his cock. “Ooh, nice.”

I gave it a squeeze, and a couple pumps. It’s a dick, honestly. He’s a 14 year old, too. So, IDK what average size is for a freshman, but we’re not talking about any 8″er here. That’s not the point, honestly. It was a dick, and I could do whatever I want to it. Well, nothing too rough, if I want him to stay hard. Better get him off before I do anything too rough.

“NGH!” He grunted, and squirmed a little, but I stroked it slowly. he had his eyes closed, so I grinned, and bent down. Licked it real quick, and looked up, pumping it back to the top. “Uh, god.” He blinked and looked down. “You’re going to tease me, aren’t you?”

“Why, you don’t like to be teased?”

“Huh, well you said we had about an hour, so I guess you can tease me a while.”

“Yeah, it’ll last longer that way, just tell me when you get blueballs.” Speaking of which, I pulled his wasteband out, to feel around in there, and roll his balls around in his hairy sack.

“Huh, you like bondage porn, huh?”

“What makes you say that? SWOP!”

“Uh!” He shook so hard it rattled, but I just pupped the head in my mouth quick to get it wet, then slicked it down the shaft with my fingers. “Huh, edging.”

“You like edging? SWOPb!”

“Uhn, yeah. Huh, your dirty little mouth is so hot, and wet.”

“Wait until you feel my pussy.”

“UH!” I squeezed it.

“Hold it.” Hard, and his eyes were clenched so tight, they wrinkled, and a little muscle popped out high on his jaw. Above the side of the mask. Ironically, it covered everything but his mouth, not counting the 4 bars across the mouth. “Don’t cum, not yet.” I let go, and checked to make sure there wasn’t any jizz backed up, to run out. In 1 big fat load, instead of in spurts. I love it that way, 3 guesses who I learned that from.

He made a game out of it, of course. The kinds of games a tiny underdeveloped 10 year old girl would love to play. Like spanking a full grown man. What girl wouldn’t jump at a chance to spank a full grown man? “Huh, fuck. I can’t stand it. Hold still.” I finally had to roll him out, and carefully let him down.

“UH! You’re heavy.”

“Huhluhluhluhl!”

“Ihinihihn!” As soon as I had it down, on the rubber handles, that propped it up. I practically jumped on his face.

“Sipsipsipsipsipsip!” He sucked his teeth, then started licking up, and down between the bars.

“Uh, huh! Suck it, suck my juicy cunt!”

“I can’t.”

“Fuck, uhn!” I was wet enough anyways, so I crealed down, waddling with my shoes on either side of the aluminum frame, picking up his dick, in one hand, then reaching around the back with the other. “UH!” I sat down as soon as I felt it hit the spot. “UH UH UH UH!” I flashed back, to the first time He took me to the park. It was my 10th birthday, and he picked me up to carry me on his shoulders. My legs around his neck, and bouncing me so I humped my panties into the hot sweaty back of his neck. Washboarding on his spine, and then he gave me a gatoraide.

A whole 32 ounce bottle of gatoriad fruit punch, because he knew it was my favorite, and it didn’t take 10 minutes of running around the park for half a gallon of piss to trickle through my system so I had to pee. He took me back behind the bushes to pop a squat, and then he touched me.

The first time he touched me, he took off my panties to wipe, after I peed. Then, he put them in his pocket, and picked me up, to carry me home. Bouncing so mey bare cunt rubbed up and down the back of his neck.

“Stop stop uh I’m gonna cum I’m CUMMING! Ah fuck huh. Fuck, huh.”

I just sat on it. at least he gave me enough warning so I could let it slip out, and grip it in my tight muscular buns. Feel it twitch, and bulge up my taint. Panting, and gasping for breath.

“Whew, that was amazing, now let me up.”

“No. Huh!” I felt up my back, and down my buttocks. Between my legs to make sure there wasn’t any spattered on my body, but all i could feel was sweat.

“Come on, let me go!” Now he was really struggling, but the strap around his tummy was too tight to get his hands out. The one around his upper arms kept them from sticking his elbows out, and the evidence was spread all up and down his shirt in white streaks. “You sick sadistic bitch!”

“I told you, I wouldn’t hurt you.” I held up my phone. “I didn’t say I’d let you go.” Pic!

I sent it to Uncle Jimmy, as soon as I had my clothes back on, so I could run down the stairs, and down the hall, before he made it back to the supply closet with his keys.

[I left a little supplies for you. ;)] to clean up, now maybe he’ll take me back…

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Sorry, the Blackmail tag doesn’t seem to be working for me either, but I guess that’s for the best.

It would have spoiled the supplies anyway.

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