I've been working as a janitor at central high for the last 4 years- crappy work, but what the hell. The kids are all a bunch of brats, and most of the teachers are assholes and cunts.
I got stuck working the day after Christmas last year, because the kids' winter break was on some kind of fucked up schedule where they come back for class on Dec. 27th, and so someone has to get the school ready. I was having fun playing with the digital camera that my parents had been nice enough to buy me as a present the day before as I went from room to room emptying the trash, cleaning the boards, and what not. As I came around the corner I heard a few people, and saw that one of the class rooms was opened. Now, as far as I knew I was supposed to be the only person in the school, but it wasn't unheard of for teachers to show up to do work at odd hours, so I didn't think much of it.
Walking past the room I looked in and saw the 10th grade physics teacher, Mrs. Anderson slurping away at the crotch of the 12 grade physics teacher, Mr. Phelps. I must have stood and stared speechless from the doorway for 10 seconds. They were obviously way too engrossed in what they were doing, because neither one noticed me.
I quickly stepped back from the doorway, my heart beating with excitement, and my dick stiff in my pants. Damned! I knew that they were both married- I spend enough time rummaging through the teacher's shit to know stuff like that, especially Mrs. Anderson. She was 22 years old- just out of college, beautiful petite little thing, sandy blond hair, sexy as all hell. I'd been lucky enough that she had a college vacation picture of her, and some college friends, all in bikinis at her desk. Of course, I swiped it. Boy did it look good with my jizz all over it! It was really funny, because the next day, I heard her berating one of her classes, blaming the students for stealing it!!!!
Mr. Phelps had plenty of pics of his nice looking wife, and kids in his room, nothing as good as Mrs. Anderson, but enough that I had no doubts that he was married. They must have thought that going to school to catch up on some "work" would be a good excuse to give to their spouses. Too bad they didn't plan for the custodial staff! Idiots!
Just then I had a brilliant idea. Heading back to my cart I grabbed the camera. I stood back from the door, in the relative darkness of the hallway and started snapping pics. God she looked good, those thin lips of hers sliding up and down his shaft. I must have snapped about 30 shots before I got an even better idea. Fiddling with the camera I found the flash setting. This time I stepped up into the doorway...
The light from the bulb filled the room, and they jumped! They looked at me stammering. "Um..um..um...um..." was all that they were able to say.
I spoke, "I know that you're both married, and rest assured, I took more pictures than that."
"What the fuck do you want?" stammered Mr. Phelps.
Closing the door behind me, I walked over to them. I was standing by him, looking at Mrs. Anderson, still sitting in her chair. Her blouse half-unbuttoned, from here I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra. I put my thumb on her chin. Looking her right in her worried eyes I said, "I want what he was getting."
The worry almost seemed to change to relief.
