Julie reluctantly went over to the bin, lifting one leg up in the air, straight-legged like a ballerina, her displaced panties not hiding her pussy. Carl stared at it intently as she lowered the leg over the side of the bin.
Only to run into a problem. The bin was several inches taller than her waist, which meant she couldn't just step over it, she had to jump over.
Thinking it wouldn't be difficult she jumped, her tits bouncing, fully expecting to plant her foot on the bottom of the bin and then lower herself in. Unfortunately, her caught on a garbage bag, and instead of landing on her foot she landed smack dab on the narrow edge of the bin, her full weight crushing her clit beneath.
Julie's mouth opened to let out a blood-curdling shriek, cut off by Carl's hand smacking over her lips to muffle her. The clap of his hand knocked her backwards, and her hands flew out wildly as she fought for balance. Back and forth she rocked, wobbling like a top upon the bin's sharp edge.
While she fought to knock crack her head open on the tiles Carl struggled with keeping the cart, and the broken bags from the cafeteria, off the pristine floors just washed by his terrifying co-worker, Jean.
As one wheel lifted from the ground he'd push down, as the bin tilted forward he'd press on the back. It was like a bucking bronco, with Julie the hapless cowboy, every harsh movement driving the pain in her clit to new heights.
And yet, maybe because of her recent spate of orgasms, the pain wasn't alone. As much as it hurt there was some other vicious pleasure alongside it, knifelike in intensity, but equal to the agony of her mashed little button.
Just as she was about to launch into orgasm a rasping voice from around the corner bellowed out, "What're you up to, you lazy turd? What're you screeching about now?" The voice sounded like it had just gargled razors and swallowed them whole.
Carl's eyes widened in fear and panic. He reached out lightning quick, grabbing one flailing arm and yanking Julie into the bin. It was just the harsh stimulation she needed to explode into orgasm.
The janitor pushed down on her head to muffle her, grinding her face into food so petrified that not even the cafeteria could justify serving it. Ancient meatloaf that could nearly wriggle across the floor covered her mouth like a gag, but even the smell and taste of the filth couldn't stop her from squirting juices from her abused twat. Another two bags that Carl quickly threw over her all but silenced her.
"Oh, uh, Jean!" he said brightly, answered by a growl a bear would respect. "I, uh, ran over my foot. Ouch," he said, completely unconvincingly.
The venomous voice spat out, "As long as you don't bleed on my clean floor I couldn't give a damn. Move your lazy ass and that garbage to the dumpster outside or I'll make sure you don't have a foot to run over anymore."
Carl gulped while a totally oblivious Julie ground herself into the garbage with a slight rustle. |