How I let our office janitor have his way with me unprotected

I was hunched over my keyboard, the dull hum of the office air conditioner a constant backdrop to my work. It was late, well past the usual 5 PM rush, and the IT department was quiet except for the occasional clatter of keys or the soft murmur of a coworker's voice. I glanced at the clock on my screen—8:30 PM. Another long day, but at least it was almost over.

"Hey, Mellisa," a deep voice rumbled from behind me. I jumped, nearly knocking over my coffee cup. Gilroy, the janitor, stood there with his mop and bucket, a sly grin on his rugged face. His dark eyes sparkled with mischief, and I felt a flush creep up my cheeks.

"Gilroy," I stammered, trying to regain my composure. "You scared me."

He chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. "Sorry about that. Just thought I'd check if you needed anything before I finish up here."

I shook my head, forcing a smile. "No, I'm good. Just wrapping things up."

He nodded, but didn't move. Instead, he just stood there, watching me with that intense gaze. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel the heat between my legs growing more intense by the second. It had been like this ever since we first started talking—an unspoken tension that neither of us could ignore.

"You sure?" he asked, his voice dropping an octave. "Because I could stick around a bit longer if you need help with anything."

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "I... I think I can manage," I said, though my voice wavered.

He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. "Are you sure? Because I don't mind helping out."

I looked up at him, meeting his gaze. There was something in his eyes—something primal and hungry. My breath caught in my throat as he reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear. The touch sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but lean into his hand.

"Mellisa," he murmured, his lips inches from mine. "You know you want this as much as I do."

I closed my eyes, letting out a shaky breath. "Yes," I whispered. "I want it."

His hand slid down to the nape of my neck, pulling me closer. Our lips met in a desperate kiss, and I melted into him, my hands gripping his shirt as if my life depended on it. He tasted like mint and sweat, and I couldn't get enough.

Gilroy broke the kiss, his breathing heavy. "Let's go somewhere private," he growled, his voice thick with desire.

I nodded, too lost in the moment to argue. He grabbed my hand, leading me through the maze of cubicles and out into the hallway. We moved quickly, our footsteps echoing off the walls, until we reached the janitor's closet. He pushed the door open with one hand, pulling me inside with the other.

The closet was small and dimly lit, filled with the smell of cleaning supplies and old paper. Gilroy kicked the door shut behind us, turning to face me. His eyes were wild, and I could see the bulge in his pants straining against the fabric.

"Take off your clothes," he ordered, his voice commanding.

I hesitated for a moment, but the look in his eyes left no room for doubt. I fumbled with the buttons of my blouse, my hands trembling. He watched me intently, his gaze never wavering as I stripped down to my bra and skirt.

"Now yours," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.

He didn't waste any time. In seconds, his shirt was off, revealing a broad chest covered in a light sheen of sweat. His jeans followed, and I gasped as I saw the size of his erection. It was huge, throbbing with need, and I couldn't resist reaching out to touch it.

Gilroy groaned, his hips bucking forward as my fingers wrapped around his shaft. "Fuck, Mellisa," he muttered, his eyes rolling back. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this."

I stroked him slowly, savoring the feel of his hardness in my hand. "Then take me," I whispered, my voice dripping with desire. "Take me now."

He didn't need to be told twice. With a growl, he lifted me onto a nearby shelf, spreading my legs wide. I gasped as he positioned himself at my entrance, his tip teasing my swollen folds.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice rough.

I nodded, biting my lip. "Yes. Please, Gilroy. Now."

With one swift motion, he thrust inside me, filling me completely. I cried out, my body arching off the shelf as he buried himself to the hilt. He was so deep, so thick, that I could feel every inch of him pressing against my inner walls.

"Fuck," he grunted, his hips snapping forward as he began to move. "You feel so good, Mellisa. So tight."

I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as he pounded into me. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over me, and I could feel my orgasm building fast.

"Gilroy," I panted, my voice breaking. "I'm gonna come. I'm gonna—"

"Come for me, baby," he growled, picking up the pace. "Let me feel you come around my cock."

That was all it took. With a scream, I came, my entire body convulsing around him. He roared in response, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release.

"Cum inside me," I begged, my voice hoarse. "Please, Gilroy. Breed me."

He snarled, his eyes blazing with lust. "As you wish," he growled, slamming into me one last time before burying himself deep and coming hard.

I felt his hot seed flooding my insides, filling me up until I thought I might burst. He held himself there, panting heavily, as his cock pulsed with each spurt of cum.

Finally, he pulled out, leaving me sated and breathless. I slumped against the shelf, my legs trembling as I tried to catch my breath.

"That was..." I trailed off, unable to find the words.

Gilroy grinned, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. "Just the beginning," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "There's so much more where that came from."

I shivered, anticipation curling in my stomach. "What do we do now?"

He leaned in, kissing me softly. "We keep going," he whispered against my lips. "Until we're both satisfied."

I nodded, my heart racing with excitement. "Lead the way, Gilroy."

He smirked, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the door. "Oh, I plan to," he said, his voice full of promise.

[Let me know how you'd like to proceed.](https://www.redquill.net/story/cl9gd4-janitors-creampie-office-obsession)