To recap: I went streaking at work and was now in the bathroom realizing the janitor took my clothes from the women’s bathroom. It was a very bad situation.
I crept back to the door, saw the hallway was clear and raced into the stall. My clothes were gone. No longer on the hook. The janitor must have taken them.
I immediately started to hyperventilate. What the fuck was I going to do? Then I got weirdly very calm. I needed to go to the lost and found near the janitors closet.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped out into the hallway. The hard floor was cold on my feet. I started walking down towards his room.
Then I heard foot steps coming down the hall.
I’ve never run faster in my life. I tore around the corner, jiggling the whole way, and ducked into a random office.
Crouched behind a desk, I watched the door.
I felt like the kids in Jurassic Park in the kitchen where the raptors are stalking them…except in this case, it was the security guard. He walked right past the door, completely oblivious. I had completely forgotten about him. Holy shit. No time to dwell though.
I waited a beat until he was gone, then darted back out to the hallway.
I quickly rushed into the janitor’s office and made a beeline for his desk.
“Excuse me?” A voice said.
I literally fell to the ground, hitting my knees – hard. I commando crawled behind a desk, my heart pounding. My life was over. I was going to be fired. I went too far. All thoughts racing through my head.
The voice was a lot closer.
“I saw you duck behind that desk ma’am. You aren’t hidden.”
I took a deep breath and slowly peeked over the desk, trying to cover myself in the process.
The janitor stood there with a garbage can in his hand. He was a short, chubby black guy. Probably in his 50s. He had a rough, round face and pepper hair.
“I can explain…” I said meekly.
“I’d love to hear this.” He said. “But I don’t want to mess around and get Me Too’d. So I’m going to pretend I didn’t see nothing and you just get dressed and go.” He turned to go.
“Wait.” I said. What was I doing? I don’t know, but I was now standing up straight, hands at my sides. Full exposed.
His eyes locked onto my body.
“Are you single?” I asked.
“I am. And I see you’re not.” He said, looking at my wedding ring.
“That doesn’t matter…can you…can I do anything so you don’t tell anyone about this?” I asked.
“Ma’am, I ain’t telling no one about this. You just go about your night.” He turned to go.
“Have you had a blowjob in the office?” I asked him. He turned back, looking at me suspiciously. “Do you want to?” I asked.
I walked over to him with my best sexy walk until I was standing in front of him. It probably looked like I was drunk.
I took the garbage can out of his hand and set it on the ground.
Then I dropped to my knees. I unzipped his pants, dropping them and pulled out a beautifully thick penis.
“Fuck.” He whispered. “Fine, but if you’re going to do this, you’re going to do it right.” He grabbed the back of my head and guided my mouth to his cock. I opened wide.
For the next few minutes I blew him right there in the office. Finally, his cock started pulsing in my mouth. “Swallow my load you little white bitch.” He groaned, holding my head in place as he came into the back of my throat.
It just kept coming and coming, coating my throat causing me to choke on both his penis and semen. I pulled his cock out as cum and spit spilled out of my mouth onto my chest and the floor.
He patted my head.
“A bit of a waste, but nicely done. Thank you for that. You want to do this again sometime?” he asked.
I nodded, still trying to catch my breath with his cum coating my mouth.
“This is probably yours then?” He said, pulling my clothes from his cart.
He zipped up his pants, whistling, and pushed his cart out into the hall, leaving me there on my knees.
I finally stood up to get dressed. Time to go home.
Dare: complete!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12ai2uj/f_i_went_streaking_at_workand_got_caught_part_2