A Rescue?

A silence fell over them like a blanket. She looked around and noticed how impossibly alone she was with the janitor. Debauchery. The word sprang into her mind like mini-donuts into the mouth of a fair-goer. Debauchery would have its price tonight and tomorrow would be a time for reflection.

Camel-dick was approaching her and she had never felt more naked. The pressure of the air roared over her naked loins. Her pussy fairly glowed out in the open; a shining beacon for those who would have their way with it. How nice it had been to display it to someone she wanted to share it with, just minutes ago. Now, there had been a reversal. She would have to share, but she wasn't happy about it. Her spine began to decompress and she shrank, wondering where he would have her, on the floor? One of the stalls?

The janitor spun her around and pushed her a few feet further into the little room so her egress was blocked by him and his mop. He let it fall to the ground with a clatter that echoed against the tiles.

For half a second, she thought she was dreaming; she'd heard footsteps -- and suddenly there he was - the man who had shoved his cock in her and then deserted her mere moments ago. He had come back... for what? The janitor was so focused on the prospect of her pussy that he was oblivious to what was happening a few feet behind him.

When he entered the door he lunged for the janitor, who had dropped his trousers and was waddling towards her, dick in hand. Not tall, but massive, the janitor nearly blocked the view of her potential rescuer. Already in mid-submission, she fell, with bare ass, on the floor.

And, her rescuer jumped on the janitor's back and began to twist his forearm under his throat. The janitor yelped, let go of his cock and began to fight back. With his pants around his ankles, he was unstable and wobbled as he tried to turn and attend to his attacker.

The men fell fighting on top of her.