As the class ended, the young women rushed out of the classroom, eager to make their way to the girls' bathroom. Little did they know that one of their janitors, who should have been cleaning the facilities, was instead perched in the shadows, his eyes glued to a crack in the door. Through this small gap, he could see one of the girls taking a shit on the toilet. Not only was he watching, he was also pleasuring himself, his hand moving up and down his own hard cock.
Unbeknownst to the perv, one of the young women had noticed his presence. She quickly informed the others, and together they hatched a plan. They waited until the janitor had finished his "filming session" and then pounced. They cornered him in a quiet classroom, their faces twisted in anger and disgust. They demanded to know what he thought he was doing, spying on them like that.
The janitor tried to plead his case, claiming he had just been doing his job. But it was no use; they weren't buying it. Instead, they decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. First, they stripped him naked, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. Then, they made him apologize to each of them by forcing him to bow his head and step on it.
As he groveled at their feet, begging for forgiveness, they couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of power. They ordered him to stand up and then directed him to lie down on the floor. One by one, they took turns toying with his cock, running their hands up and down its shaft, teasing him mercilessly. Soon enough, he began to grow hard beneath their touch.
Now that he was properly aroused, the girls had something else in mind. They hovered over him, their naked bodies casting shadows as they contemplated what to do next. Without warning, one of them straddled him, lowering herself onto his erect cock. The others watched, their eyes wide with anticipation and lust as she began to ride him, their toilet janitor, like a common whore.
As she moved up and down his length, she groaned in ecstasy, her back arching as pleasure coursed through her body. The others couldn't help but join in, taking turns riding their unsuspecting captive. They were like a pack of wild animals, claiming their territory with primal fervor.
Finally, they had had their fill. Exhausted and covered in each other's juices, they dismounted from their toilet master, their hearts still Racing. They stood over him, their naked bodies glistening in the dim light, their faces twisted into snarls of satisfaction. And then, as if to underscore their dominance, they turned and walked away, leaving him there to clean up the mess they had made.
