A man of about fifty was walking along an empty corridor. It was the corridor of the local university. It was Sunday, non-working day. The classrooms were empty - the students slept in their dorm rooms. It seemed as if the building had become extinct or was abandoned, only his confident steps and the quick clatter of heels behind him were heard. This is a small short steps minced tall slender girl, led by this man. On her neck was a black leather dog collar, the chain of which was held in his big hands by a janitor. The girl had a checkered “school” skirt, which barely covered her elastic buttocks, black stockings in a large mesh and, as we already know, high-heeled shoes. There was no other clothes. On the nipples of her beautiful breasts were visible clips for paper. They squeezed every nipple with incredible effort, so that the sweet pain spread throughout the girl’s upper body, sending sharp signals to the brain. Her chest swayed with uneven walking, which only made the pain worse. The cleaner was dragging her like a naughty bitch, continually pulling at the leash, which caused the girl to speed up from time to time, almost falling on the cold floor from a brief loss of balance.

Her hands were tightly tied behind her back with her own panties, which managed to get wet before He took them off her. Now they rubbed her wrists. Dark straight hair (he made her dye her hair) was matted and lay on her face with sloppy strands, continually covering the poor girl's eyes, from which she shook her head, trying to shake them off to see where she was leading her. He was wearing dirty, greasy trousers, a shirt that used to be white, and now turned almost black, and trampled dusty lace-up boots. The lower part of the shirt, tucked into the trousers this morning, was grudgingly peeking out from under the belt, exposing the man’s huge belly. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) In general, the extra weight noticeably prevented him from moving normally. He was rolling from one foot to the other, as if he was carrying two full sacks of potatoes on himself, forgetting where he was carrying them and why he could not throw them. The girl was silent. She only sobbed occasionally when he once again pulled her leash, so that she could move her “fucking asshole” faster - as He liked to repeat. And the girl had no choice but to really start wiggling her “fucking asshole” and catching up with her Lover. She did not dare to object to Him.

For the past six months, she has been in His complete and unconditional authority. Such walks along the empty corridor of the main building of the university have become a tradition, their little secret. He knew exactly at what time there was no one there and became the master of the situation, unloading his slut into unthinkable outfits for a decent girl and playing with her nerves, convincing that any outsider could see her. She was still afraid of it. I was afraid and flowed. Abundantly, each time, leaving with each step droplets of its sweet nectar on the cold tile of the floor, which was followed by Him. He whistled, as if walking in the park, walking his pet. Mocking her, he started her in every room where, in her opinion, there could be people. Each time, before entering the next room, she stopped and looked at the Cleaner with a pleading look, but he dragged her inside with a sharp movement of his hand, causing her heart to jump out of her chest.

When she was convinced that they were still alone, a temporary relief came and the amount of “juice” flowing from her cavern increased dramatically, so the girl had to pull her hips together to keep this turbulent flow, causing an excitement to cover her head. During such scenes, she often fell to the floor, losing control over her body, and convulsed her orgasm, wriggling on the floor of a regular audience.The space of the room was filled with moans, even wheezing, the sound of fists hitting the parquet and the muffled laughter of the Cleaner who stood beside her, holding the leash chain in his hand, and putting one of his legs on the girl's stomach, pressing her to the floor. It was his next modest victory over the once young and innocent girl, who, however, wanted it herself at the time. When the madness that was going on with her ceased, and her body stopped twitching convulsively, he removed her leg from her, pulled her leash, forcing her to rise, and they went into the next “empty” room.

As a rule, after such walks, the girl was exhausted both morally and physically. She experienced two or three orgasms, and He did not even touch her. Her gaze was becoming hazy, lethargy appeared movements. By all indications, it was squeezed to the last drop, like a fruit in a juicer. But he had more plans for her. He was not interested to let her go "so immediately." He, like a predator, wanted to still frolic with his prey, and he didn’t care that the prey could no longer feel. He will make her feel, bring her back to life, as he always returned. With the help of his member, his huge for the normal human hands, and his little secret, which he reserved specifically for today. She was doomed, doomed to eternal pleasure under His direction. There was no salvation.

Bringing his doll to his "cabinet", he pushed it inside, and then went himself. Exhausted, the girl fell to the floor. His "cabinet" was a utility room in which the cleaning equipment, detergents and cleaning products and all other little things that ordinary cleaners use in their work were kept. The door is locked. Dark light lit up the yellow light from a single incandescent bulb dangling on a single wire exactly in the middle of the utility room. The shadows of a swaying light bulb played on the face of a slightly frightened girl. She could not get used to His antics, and never knew what to expect from him, so she looked at him every time with great emotion. He was in no hurry to undress. The cleaner walked around behind her, bent slightly, grabbed the girl by her long hair and with a smooth but strong hand movement made her, sitting on the floor, look up at him.

“Open your mouth,” followed his order.

The girl could not disobey. She opened her full pink lips and opened her mouth.

- Shire, damn it!

Looking at him with frightened eyes, she opened her mouth as wide as she could.

- Stick out your tongue, scum ... - he whispered barely audible.

But she heard. And the second she did his will, a fatty portion of saliva poured down from her mouth down onto her beautiful face. He tried to get her mouth, but would not mind to miss and splash it all. The thread of saliva stretched, swaying slightly, and, as a result, hit the target directly - in the language of the girl. All this time, she was staring at him with wide eyes, in which tears involuntarily appeared, either from pain in her nipples, which were still clamps, or from the fact that he grabbed her hair too much, or from ... happiness. She did not dare to close her mouth without His instructions. Saliva from the tongue flowed first into the girl’s mouth, then slowly went down to her throat. A sip followed, followed by a ringing slap in the face, as a reward to a bitch, for a properly executed order. Tears spilled from the eyes of the girl. He walked around her front, knelt down, spread her legs and lifted her skirt. A beautiful pink bud of a young girl appeared in front of him. Suddenly, he hit her in the stomach, from which she fell to the floor, moved sharply and was on the side of her. With one hand, he squeezed her neck, blocking the access of air to her lungs, and with the other hand pressed down on her strong belly, as if pressing the girl on the floor. This went on for about a minute.

He then loosened his grip, then squeezed the poor girl more in his “arms”. She pounded her fists on the floor, jerked her legs, tried to shake her head to break free, but He squeezed her as if in a vice. Tears flowed from her eyes.The bright make-up that he made her do in the morning drained, forming dark rings under his eyes, saliva running down her cheek from the corner of her mouth: the girl could not swallow, and a deaf wheeze broke from her throat. He released her as abruptly as he grabbed. He removed his hands, leaned back and watched the girl wake up after the horror that had happened to her. But he did not give her a long rest. He was again in front of her pink pussy, or "garbage hole", as he called it. Immediately there was one fat dirty finger of his right hand. He penetrated the entire length. He was followed by a second. The girl clutched at the first thing she turned up - a few still wet floorcloths. She grabbed them as hard as her mouth caught the stale air of the musty room. The legs were widely spread, the stocking on the right leg was torn, while on the left leg it slid almost to the knee. With the abdominal muscles, the girl tried to squeeze this monster out of herself, but He, naturally, was much stronger, and continued to “advance.” Three fingers inside a squishing pussy. A little bit and there are already four of them.

“Hold tight,” were his words before the almost unconscious girl felt the whole Hand of the Cleaner.

An incredible cry escaped from her chest, and she often breathed. She breathed as women usually breathe during childbirth. Only in this position it was useless to push; he was not going to go out. Moving his fist inside the girl, he watched her belly stretch and how a tubercle formed on it, visible to the naked eye, as if the girl was pregnant with a creature from the movie "Alien." Accelerating movement, he managed to penetrate even deeper into his "rag doll", putting it on like a glove. Warm wet glove. The tubercle on his stomach grew with each new movement. A cleaner could watch his fingers moving through the skin of a girl. He turned his hand palm up and "tickled" his bitch from the inside, looking like waves on the girl's stomach that appear small bumps from the fingers, then disappear. The girl screamed. She almost broke her voice, but continued to scream, as if hoping for help, which, as we know, will never be. With a sharp movement, he pulled his hand out of it, from which the girl's eyes almost got out of orbit and she was shook by a powerful orgasm with ejaculation with a powerful jet of nearly torn pussy. A jet of moisture hit the door, in front of which lay the girl and beat for a couple of seconds, before another portion of convulsions got the best of the fragile calf. The sight of a randomly moving female, lying at his feet, so aroused the janitor that sperm flowed from his rising member under his pants. He finished. For the first time this day, which has just begun.

When the girl’s movements became calmer, He took the copper wire and, firmly tying the girl’s legs, left the room, locking it with a key.

To be continued...