DS Oliver sat at his desk, a second cup of coffee going cold in a Styrofoam cup, a skin forming on the surface. He cleared a space, lent back in the chair and put his crossed feet up, his hands clasped behind his head, eyes half closed as he thought about the case.
He had read the diary from cover to cover. He was disgusted at the putrid mind of the Janitor and his complete lack of regard for the women in his block. He thought that the rest of the residents had had a lucky escape by not being attractive to the little worm.
Only, he wasn’t so little was he? Certainly, he was above average height with a power to weight ratio that would be more than enough to subdue most women. Why was it that these perverts tended to be so physically well developed?
He glanced at the open diary and reread the next entries.
Diary entry Wednesday 20th
I’m too fucked to do anything tonight. Shame to waste the rohypnol in the wine, but even if she drinks it, she will only sleep it off. I suppose I will need to cool it for a day or two, wait for a new bottle and drug that one. Fuck, that is going to be four nights, but it will give her time to settle back down.
Will have to save up my cum if I am going to fill her dirty fucking ass. The camera can wait for another time, I dreamed of doing the bitch in the shit shute, so that is where its going to be. Have to stop the jerking for a few days and make sure she gets a fucking big load.
And no biting. Definitely, no biting. That was fucking stupid.
Diary supplement Wednesday 20th
It looks like I got away with last night though, but best not to push it too far, too much of a good thing.
The next evening, Gwen had slogged her way home after a day she would have preferred to forget. She had been dysfunctional all day, un-coordinated and totally out of sorts. The headache just wouldn’t go away. She ached and thought perhaps, she was coming down with something.
Closing the front door with her practiced foot was a blessed relief. She flipped the chain and felt like the outside world had just been ostracized, cut off and completely shut away from her sanctuary. She went through the apartment, closing all of the drapes to further separate herself from even the remotest indication that she lived in a space shared by countless others. Tonight was going to be just for her. Peace, a glass of wine and sleep until she felt better.
Gwen showered quickly, throwing her underwear into the linen basket and not even bothering to fold her suit or blouse. Food was the last thing on her mind, just a glass of cold wine and bed.
She woke the next morning, half the glass of wine was still on the bedside table, the TV was still playing to its self and again, for the second day running, she had woken with her head banging fit to burst.
She fumbled for the telephone, called in sick and went back to bed with the covers over her head.
She felt much better in the early afternoon and decided that she would go shopping. She needed some provisions and a walk might clear the last of the fuzziness away. It was the first time Gwen had taken a day off unless it was a holiday and in celebration, the sun shone.
She met a neighbour and waved a hello while privately thinking the woman looked a tramp with her jogging shorts halfway down her ass and sweaty top sticking to her breasts like a second skin. Gwen didn’t know anyone in the complex, but that suited her, she liked her privacy.
The janitor looked at her a little askance, almost expectantly, as if he were waiting for her to acknowledge him or something. She couldn’t help the little shudder of revulsion he evinced in her. Something at a primal level told her he was not someone she really wanted to get chummy with.
After another good night’s sleep, aided by her customary glass of chilled Chardonnay from the new bottle, Gwen felt fine and returned to work and her usual routine.
Diary entry Sunday 23rd
I am going to do that fucking whore tonight. I’ve been thinking about it and am going to fuck her ass and blow my load right into her fucking guts.
Supplementary,
I didn’t get the chance to do her so it will have to be Monday now.
Gwen wasn’t unused to being propositioned, but having a woman lay one on you, who you have worked with for more than a year, came as a complete surprise. Trudy was well known as being bisexual, the office grapevine was rarely wrong, but Gwen thought that her sexuality was never in question at work, so having Trudy invading her space and rubbing up against her in a manner clearly designed for one thing, was a total shock.
She thought she had handled it reasonably well, letting the poor woman down without bruising her ego too much. Trudy would get over it and the promise to never mention it in the office helped.
She was still thinking about it when she shut the door of her apartment. Trudy is an attractive woman, but Gwen’s tastes didn’t lie in that direction, well not since she had been at school. That was an episode labelled, “Not to be opened” and boxed into a memory, tucked away in her mind.
Boxes have a habit of becoming opened though. After her shower and the last glass of wine sat gently warming on the bedside cabinet, Gwen was thrashing around in her bed, sweat soaked and cumming to the frantic vibrations of Mister Reliable while she remembered her fumbling with little Gina.
It was the first time Gwen had been kissed down there by anyone. Her lips had swollen, suffused with blood and her clit had become something new and alive to her. Gina’s tongue awoke in Gwen, something she had not experienced before, an orgasm so pure and delicious and all consuming, she had thrown back her head and yelled her lungs out as her body succumbed to Gina’s expert ministrations.
The scene played out in her mind as Mister Reliable performed his magic. They had arranged to spend evenings in their private rooms in the halls of residence. The walls were paper thin and did little to muffle sound so their mutual orgasms were with mouths stuffed with a pillow of the bed clothing.
Gwen and Gina’s affair was brief, lasting just over a month, but in that time, Gwen learned all about her body’s responsiveness and where her most sensitive points were. She learned how to masturbate to completion and was introduced to her first vibrator; a black and silver solid plastic tube that needed two batteries and was unyielding in its rigidity. Gwen preferred to let it buzz on her clit while she fingered herself.
It was an episode in her life that she didn’t often think about, but her gratitude to Gina lasted very much longer than her desire for female sexual partners.
John had fumbled his way around her body, but then lost his load while still in his pants. Gwen found a partner who, although she didn’t love him, knew his way around a woman’s body and took her to heights that remained in her memory. The fact that he was black mattered little her, just that he had a large cock that stretched her and had infinite patience, making sure she was well and truly sated. Mister Reliable reminded her of Dwayne in size, colour and staying power and was aptly named.
He familiar gut wrenching palpitations over took her as her orgasm fibrillated through her nervous system causing her to twitch and unable to maintain the thrusting of her vibrator into her body. She lay back as mister reliable, without the support of her hand, slipped from her soaked quim, still buzzing until she managed to find the off button. She revelled in the afterglow of her climax and idly thought she would need to change the sheets.
She reached for the glass and drained it in a few gulps, feeling the alcohol hit and spread through her body, giving her a warm glow. She relished the feeling of peace and satiation after a successful session with her treasured possession.
Gradually, sleep overtook her and then the oblivion of the Rohypnol took her into a much deeper state of unconsciousness.
Slightly frustrated, the Janitor’s view had been partially blocked where Gwen had rearranged the curtain so that only a small gap was all he had to work with. It was only a matter of time and observation, limited though it was, before he was certain she was under the influence and ready for him.
He licked his lips as he turned the key to the kitchen door and crept in. His gloves were making his hands clumsy. Quietly, he closed the door behind him, easing the latch into place.
He walked towards the bedroom, much more confidently this time, knowing the drug will have rendered Gwen incapable of resistance or recognition. He pushed the bedroom door open, taking care to be as quiet as he possibly could. Although he was certain she would be out of it, habit or instinct made him creep about.
The door hit the wall with a soft bump. He paused momentarily to see if she was aware, but was grateful when Gwen didn’t so much as stir. He strode over to the bed where she was laying naked on top of the bed clothes. Her black vibrator was tucked under one of her legs, silently glistening having done it job a little earlier. He lifted her leg, licking his lips, and pulled the rubber dong out. He regarded it for a moment and wondered how she could actually fit the monster inside her cunt. He could smell her juices still wet on the smooth surface and without too much thought, stuck his tongue out and licked some of her essence off. He decided he liked her taste, but not the rubbery after tone. He put it on the bedside cabinet and forgot about it.
Gwen’s chest rose and fell as her lungs filled and then expended air. The slight movement fascinated him, seeing her tits rise and fall mesmerised him for a short while. Her nipples moved up and down rhythmically and enticed him. He removed the glove from his left hand and gently pinched the nearest nipple to him between thumb and forefinger. He twiddled it and liked the hardness his tweaking caused. Gwen might have been out of it, but some functions of the body operate automatically. Her areole stiffened and puckered and coloured to a deeper pink. He licked his lips again and then bent his head to suckle on her.
After a few minutes, he stood again, determined to continue with his planned actions and not get side tracked into biting her neck again or marking her in any way. He removed the other glove and fished in the pocket of his coveralls for the condoms he had brought in preparedness. He had been reckless before, but now knew how things should be done to minimise being caught. He cracked the foil pack and put the rubber on the table, ready for use.
The Janitor got undressed, taking everything off until he was entirely naked. In his imaginations of fucking Gwen, this was how he had pictured it with them on the bed in a naked embrace.
He lay alongside her, rearranging her legs so that she took less of the double bed, giving him enough room to stretch out. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to explore her body and feel the warmth of her skin against his. His rigid cock pushed against her thigh as he moulded himself alongside.
He leant on his left elbow and grasped her breast, trapping her nipple on the pad of his thumb. His other hand began to stroke the coarse hair above her sex, working incrementally towards her slick pussy lips. He slavered as his fingers brushed over her clit and actually drooled as his fingers quested at her opening. Beads of sweat appeared at his brow. He held his breath, raising his temperature even further as first one and then a second finger entered her. He finger fucked her while still gripping her nipple, pinching it brutally, but unaware of the punishment and bruising he was causing.
Unable to contain his excitement any longer, he reached across her to get the condom. Ineptly, he managed to get the thing on at the second attempt. The first had him trying to put it on inside out.
He stood at the side of the bed and pulled her legs around until they hung over the side. Then he hooked his hands under her knees and pulled them up. He got a momentary close up of her neatly trimmed bush and her slick pussy lips below. They reminded him of rose petals. He nearly giggled at the similarity.
He had to bend his knees quite a bit to be at the right height for his cock to line up with her cunt. He licked his lips unconsciously in concentration as he pushed himself inside her warmth. He was able to see his cock slid into her and thought it was the finest thing he had ever seen.
He fucked her. His cock sliding deeply inside and then pulling almost all of the way out, leaving just the bell end inside her. He managed to keep this up for a few minutes before he felt his balls began to clench, ready to blast his cum. He had to pull out quickly to stop himself going too far. He had promised himself that he was going to fuck her in the ass by way of punishment for looking at him like something that crawled out of shit.
He spat on his fingers and wiped his saliva over her puckered anus and pushed a finger into the small opening. This was going to be really tight, he thought and licked his lips yet again.
He lined his cock up and began to push, working it into her ass until he had past the outer ring of muscle. Suddenly, he was all the way in, sliding easily and feeling the constriction of her anal ring gripping his rubber covered cock. He tried to control his climax, the exertion making him sweat, but to no avail. He came too quickly to have really fucked her good and proper, but managed to thrust several times as the release of his cum receded.
His shaky knees trembled as he stood back up to erect. He thought his heart was going to break out of his chest where it hammered almost loud enough to be audible. He gasped and gradually gained control of his faculties.
He dragged her legs back onto the bed carelessly throwing them to lay straight. Now that he had cum, his interest in her waned to the point of negligence, his priority was to remove all evidence and get back to his home.
Diary entry, Monday 24
Oh my God, I did it. I fucked her in the fucking ass. She was so tight, but I managed to get inside her ass and it was fucking fantastic. Next time, I am going to fuck her face. That’s a promise and what the fucking whore deserves.
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Gwen woke with the grandmother of a headache. She opened her eyes a crack and then closed them again. The sunlight was far too bright for her to cope with. Gradually, she prised her eyes open and persuaded them to stay open. The pounding in her head was quite debilitating, there was no way she would be able to go to work.
Feeling like shit, Gwen made coffee and called in, telling her manager that she could barely see and that she was going back to bed. She looked at the time on her cell and realised that it was almost ten o’clock, a full two and a half hours later than her normal time of waking.
She knew something was wrong. It was unlike her to sleep in, even when she was ill. The headache was the worst she could ever remember and her body hurt in so many places.
Thinking that a shower might ease the pain in her head, Gwen twisted the dials and stepped into the cascading water. She yelled as the hot water hit her breast. It felt like a knife had cut through her teat. She stepped back from the water and noticed the purple bruising of her teat and areole and wondered how the fuck that could have happened.
She stepped back into the water and began to soap herself. She realised that her ass felt is if it had been ripped. The tenderness was sudden as her soapy fingers passed over her sphincter.
Now she was worried. If it had just been one thing, she would have brushed it off as a temporary condition, but combined, it was rather more than a minor ailment. Puzzled, she left the shower to get dressed in the bedroom.
She noticed Mister reliable on the bedside table and had no recollection of putting it there. She vaguely remembered switching it off after her session with it, but thought she had left it on the sheet to be cleaned the next morning. Then she saw smears on the sheet that she had never seen before, even after the biggest orgasms. The smears looked like shit and smelled like it to.
A dread feeling overcame her; had someone been in her house while she slept? She didn’t know what to do for a moment, confusion disrupted her rationale. The thought of being violated crossed her mind, but other than her dildo being out of place and the sears on the sheets, there was no other evidence of someone having been in the house.
Perhaps it is the wine she thought. Maybe it was that which had caused her to feel this bad, that, and a slight infection in her ass perhaps. Gwen resolved to lay off the night time glass of chardonnay and see if that made a difference.
Later, in the afternoon when her head cleared, Gwen shoved the sheets into the washing machine along with some of her clothes, washing away evidence. Not that she knew that.