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Clyde sighed as he passed a group of chatting students in the hallway, one of them carelessly discarding a scrap of wrapping paper. The last lectures of the day had just ended and everyone was on the way out, but not him. After picking up the paper, the college's newest janitor continued pushing his cleaning cart down the emptying corridors, and before long, the humming of the ventilation and the squeaking of the cart's wheels were the only noise left.

In the dim lights of the emergency exit signs, the middle-aged janitor went to work with his mop and cleaning cloths. Being the most recent addition to the team, he had received all the late shifts that none of the others wanted to take, but he didn't mind. He liked the tranquility, and he liked the fact that he was getting paid even more. The college even provided him with several nice, clean blue overalls and protective gloves, unlike the last place he worked for, and the students were fairly clean. For the most part.

Shreds of paper here, a discarded banana peel there, and a puddle of spilled coffee beside the coffee vending machine, there was nothing big to deal with this evening, and Clyde managed to finish his round before the sky had turned completely black outside, but he wasn't completely done yet.

The man grimaced as he was on the way back to the janitor's office. The pungent smell of fresh urine rose to his nose, more prominent and intense than in any of the restrooms, and a large dark stain awaited him at the corridor crossing right before his office, just out of sight of the CCTV cameras.

"Every. Fucking. Time." Rolling his eyes, Clyde grabbed his mop and dipped it into the sudsy cleaning water to wipe away the smelly splotch. "If I ever find that stupid guy, I swear, I'm gonna…" He didn't finish his sentence because there wasn't much he could do without getting fired again. Instead, he gritted his teeth and focused on removing the mess.

Three weeks. Fourteen evening shifts. Twelve times the same piss stain, always the same spot. The man hadn't even worked for a month here, but this had happened enough that he already recognized this smell. Acrid, tangy, but with an oddly fruity, musky touch, it was not only unique but uncomfortably agreeable to his nose. He found himself pausing, not to catch his breath, but to take a deep whiff of it.

A hot shiver raced through him and he tugged on the collar of his stuffy overalls. How could something like that smell so good? So exhilarating? After a quick glance across the empty corridors, the janitor reached for his crotch, readjusting his uncomfortable half-chub before he grabbed his mop and finished cleaning that strange stain before he got any more distracted.

He really needed to get some relief if even some random puddle of piss got him hard.

After Clyde was done with the, hopefully, last mess of his shift, he pushed his cart around the corner and unlocked the door to his office. On the left was a workbench with tools and gadgets scattered about, his desk with the work PC was in the back, and another door to the right led to a separate room for the cleaning carts. The walls and floor inside it were tiled white, there were two sinks in one corner and several shelves around him with various cleaning tools and detergents.

The janitor flicked the light switch, filling the office with the dim, warm glow of two incandescent light bulbs before he pushed his cart into the tiled room. One by one, he rinsed and wrung out his mop and cleaning cloths, returned the unused tools and cleaning agents to their shelves, and discarded the buckets of dirty, sudsy water. After that, he washed and stripped his rubber gloves, putting them onto a grid for drying only for something to bump into his shoulder.

"Huh?" Clyde turned his head, only to yelp and jump around when he realized that he wasn't as alone in his office as he thought.

His surprise visitor was a red panda in a loose, garishly pink sundress. She was about a head smaller than him, perhaps half his age and probably in her first semester, and currently peering at him with a toothy grin on her masked face and a hungry sparkle in her amber eyes. She didn't say a word, her bushy, striped tail swishing and her nose twitching as she audibly, eagerly huffed the air.

"Ummmm, hello. May I help you, ma'am?" the janitor asked, bumping into the other cleaning cart as he stumbled a step backward. Then, at his next breath, he noticed something peculiar. Something oddly familiar.

He breathed in again.

Sweet. Musky. The smell of an old orchard after the rain, fallen leaves, and fermenting fruit. It smelled like the stain he cleaned half an hour ago, but even more intense and with a certain hint that got him sweating in his overalls.

"Hi, Clyde. You like my scent?" the red panda cooed, taking a big step toward the man.

Equally confused and distracted, Clyde stared at her with a furrowed brow. "Are you the one who keeps peeing on the wall next to my office?" he muttered, tightening his grip around the handle of the cleaning cart as she stepped closer still. Her lack of an answer was telling. "C-could you please stop doing that?"

"Why?" The red panda's question was genuine, but he was too stunned to respond. Especially when she reached out with her arm and slid her soft, padded hand around his neck, casually loosening the Velcro fastener of his collar before she slipped it onto his bare skin.

A powerful shiver raced down Clyde's spine as the girl pressed her body tightly against him and shoved her cold, wet snout against his neck. She inhaled deeply. Then she exhaled, her hot breath washing over his sweaty neck while her potent musk enveloped him like a thick blanket, scrambling his mind with a flood of confusing sensations.

The janitor bunched his hands into fists, struggling to react to the unsolicited hug. He didn't do or say anything instead, just shivering and panting with a pounding heart as the red panda's touch and scent gave him the stiffest, biggest hard-on he had ever had.

A sudden splashing snapped Clyde out of his daze. He couldn't see what his visitor was doing, but when he heard her soft sigh and smelled that distinct, pungent smell of her urine, he knew that she was relieving herself.

Still grinning, she purred, "Why would I stop marking what I like?"

At least, she wasn’t pissing on his overalls, and the wet, noisy splatter stopped a second later. She didn't stop huffing his neck, however, keeping her nose pressed against his skin and even sneaking in a wet, slobbery lick while her fingers slipped onto his chest. She grabbed his zipper, slowly dragging it down to split the thick blue fabric of his overalls and reveal his naked, sweaty skin underneath.

Stopping just below his chest, the red panda finally pulled her head away from his neck and looked at him with half-lidded eyes, panting heavily with her muzzle open and her tongue hanging out. "But if you want me to stop, I'll stop," she said, playfully tugging on his zipper. "Do you want me to stop?"

Clyde stared at her for another trembling, speechless moment. Then he finally asked the one question that had been nagging him for days, now more than ever. "Why me?"

The red panda leered at him, her amber eyes gleaming with desire. "You look good. Mature. Handsome," she purred, pulling his zipper down by another inch. "You work hard and diligently. You're kind. And lonely."

Clyde scrunched up his face at her last comment, but she wasn't wrong.

"Also, you smell perfect. Ripe. Potent. Needy." The janitor flinched as the red panda slipped her hand onto his bulge, gripped it, and squeezed it just firmly enough to remind him of his arousal. Massaging his shoulder with her other hand, she asked, "You want to fuck?"

Although posed as a question, it sounded like a command, and Clyde was in no position to refuse. After weeks without relief, months without a proper job, years without another being's loving caress, she was charging an open door. Not to mention that her thick, intoxicating musk was making his head swim and his body glow with the heat of a thousand suns, and he gasped with a hurried nod, "Yes."

The red panda's tail swayed even faster and her teasing slowness turned out to have been pure restraint on her side as she yanked his zipper down all the way. Then she leaned closer once more, pressing her snout against his collarbone to sniff his scent while she grabbed the edges of his overalls with both hands, peeling the fabric off his hot, sweaty chest.

Her every huff elicited another hot shiver from the man, and he let out a breathy groan as she started to lick him, lapping at his bare skin like delicious ice cream. Now that he had given her his full consent and knew what she wanted, he started to relax and released the cart behind him, unclenching his hands. Yet, he couldn't help but pinch himself as he wasn't sure if this wasn't a strange wet dream, but the pain was as real as the wet, slippery warmth of her tongue as it danced across his chest.

The red panda was as diligent with her spit-washing as the janitor with his cleaning efforts, plastering every single inch of his naked skin with her affection. From his neck to his navel and the edge of his boxer shorts, she left no spot unattended, and he didn't need to ask her why she did it. Her heavy, needy huffs and groans told him all he needed to know.

When she finally reached his underpants, she pulled away and straightened up, swiveling her small, round ears for a moment. Then she parted her lips and lolled out her tongue with a big grin, hungrily eyeing the bulge on his boxer shorts. "Ready to find out what this muzzle can do?"

Clyde mirrored her enthusiasm with an excited smile, his disbelief making way for the certainty that he was really, actually doing this. He took another deep breath, inhaling one more whiff of her thick, fruity musk. Then he nodded. "I'm ready."

Without missing a beat, the red panda squatted down in front of him and grabbed the rim of his boxers. She wrenched the sweat-soaked fabric down with one hand and pulled out his thick, throbbing erection with the other.

Clyde gasped at her touch, and he quivered as she pressed her nose against the sensitive underside of his glans, inhaling his sweaty musk with deep, noisy sniffs. Her bushy tail was now swishing wildly, and her hot drool streamed profusely down his shaft as she flicked her slippery tongue against it. "Fuck, you taste amazing," she moaned and followed up her initial lick with a volley of wide, wet slurps.

The red panda circled her taster around his tip and his girth, glided it up and down, swished it from side to side, again and again, treating his cock with twice the greed and fervor as the rest. Her wild ministrations coaxed another heavy groan from the janitor as he clutched the cart’s handle with one hand again, but he put the other onto her head. Her reddish-brown fur was wonderfully soft, inviting him to stroke it, and her ears twitched mesmerizingly as she gorged herself on his aroma, flicking at his touch.

Eventually, the horny student found her way down to his sweaty sack. It was still halfway entangled in his boxers, hindering her efforts to lick them so she dragged them down further and further until the fabric yielded to her claw with an audible snap.

Clyde flinched at the sound, and he flinched again as she slipped four fingers around his underwear and ripped them off, but he didn't say anything. He only groaned with lust and tightened his grip on her head as she kissed his balls, danced her tongue around them, and finally sucked them into her warm, wet muzzle, all while stroking his achingly swollen length with her free hand. Even for him, a pair of boxer shorts was a small price to pay for that kind of thorough worship. "Oh fuck, your mouth is amazing."

Her response came as a muffled moan and another noisy, messy splashing as she unleashed another big squirt of piss onto the tiles, enriching the air with a fresh load of her pungent, pheromone-laden aroma. An uncontrollable jerk raced through her body, her tail straightening up as she pushed out her butt as if to present herself for mating.

But the red panda ignored her own carnal urge for now, instead pulling away from Clyde's sack with a sloppy pop and smooch to return her attention to his member. "And your cock tastes even better than I hoped. You're delicious." Squeezing his balls with one hand and pumping his shaft with the other, she slobbered all over his base for a few moments before she slowly slurped her way up to his tip.

When she finally reached his glans, she circled it once before she pressed her tongue against his taut frenulum and looked up at him with glowing amber eyes. She waited until he looked at her. Then, she opened wide and plunged her muzzle onto his dick, taking it nearly all the way to the base at once with a wet slurp.

Clyde let out a deep groan and his eyes briefly lost focus as the red panda's hot, wet mouth enveloped his cock like a tight hug from all sides. Her taster further enhanced that initial surge of stimulation as it swirled from side to side, squeezing and stroking his shaft to coax a squirt of pre from his tip.

The eager student swallowed with an audible gulp, her muzzle growing even tighter for a second before she pulled back to his tip, circling her tongue around his glans to relish his aroma some more. Then she pushed forward again, again and again, sucking him off with slow, savoring slurps and muffled moans.

The janitor trembled as the young red panda gripped his thigh and pushed him against the cleaning cart with surprising force. Then she went faster and even deeper, wetly gagging on his girth as it glided against the back of her throat.

Already, a telling tension was rapidly mounting inside the man’s loins. "Ah, I'm getting close," he moaned as weeks upon weeks of neglect caught up with him in a hurry, and subjected to the red panda's ravenous blowjob and intoxicating musk, he reached the edge faster than he liked to admit. He teetered on the brink for a few more blissful seconds. Then, when she finally took him all the way to the hilt and gave his sack a playful squeeze, he burst into a heavenly climax.

Slumping against the cleaning cart, Clyde tossed back his head and let out a guttural groan as his mind exploded with bliss. Up and down, left and right, words and directions lost all their meaning as he was overcome by a wave of pure relief, his thoughts and concerns swept away by a swirling storm of pleasure. The college, his job, nothing mattered anymore besides the hot, wet tightness of the red panda's divine maw.

The furry student kept her partner’s thick, throbbing rod trapped deep inside her throat throughout his eruption, swallowing every rope of his thick, gooey seed as it burst from his tip. She also massaged his clenching nuts, drawing out as much as she could while melting his mind into orgasmic mush, keeping him suspended in pure ecstasy for a small, wonderful eternity.

Only after the red panda had elicited the last drop from Clyde's flexing cock, she pulled away to catch her breath. She still kept his tip enveloped by her hot lips, eagerly stroking her tongue against his glans to lap up every last drop. Then she parted with a sloppy kiss against the underside of his member, licked her lips, and swallowed her last muzzleful with a contented sigh.

"Wow, that was amazing," Clyde gasped, his voice shaky as he slowly recovered his senses. An incredulous chuckle slipped over his lips when he realized that he had just gotten sucked off by a student in the janitor's office, of all places. "Just what I needed."

However, while the red panda had dispelled his pent-up arousal, she had become needier than ever. Without a word, but a throaty whine, she got up and staggered toward the other cleaning cart. Gripping the plastic handle, she bent over, raised her trembling tail, and pushed out her butt, lifting up her pink sundress to reveal her bare backside. A tight, fluttering pink dimple greeted him beneath the root of her voluminous striped tail, and an equally snug pussy with the thickest, puffiest black folds awaited just below, wet and dripping with a mix of her odorous piss and pheromone-soaked juices.

Glancing over her shoulder, she moaned with equal lust and authority, "Fuck me!"

Clyde had only just climaxed, but the sight and overbearing, addictive smell of the red panda’s arousal was so potent that he stayed hard as diamond, dripping and drooling for more. With a nod, he pulled himself up and stumbled toward her, gripping her hips to hold her steady as he aligned his soaked, dripping member with her slit. "Fuck, you're hot."

The student gasped as his tip prodded against her entrance and her tail shook in anticipation before she brushed it across the janitor's chest and chin. "Come on," she whimpered. "Put it in already."

She needn't say another thing. Clyde bucked his hips and thrust forward, parting those fat, squishy folds and gliding his cock inside her tight, wet channel. Inch after inch, her depths received his member with rolling contractions, and before he knew it, he had sunk his entire girth inside her, his balls resting on the plump edge of her cunt. Her muzzle had been great, but her pussy was even better, a fit so snug and divine as if it had been made for his dick. Not to mention that wonderful massage as her inner walls rippled against his swollen, still slightly oversensitive shaft. “A-ah, you’re so tight.”

While the janitor cherished his partner's tightness with a deep groan, she burst into a primal cry of joy, her whole shape quivering with pleasure. Then she pushed back into him and flicked the tip of her tail against his chin once more, tapping and stroking his cheeks and open mouth until he snapped out of his horny stupor...

Biting his lip, Clyde slowly extracted his cock from the red panda's cunt with a wet slurp, dragging out her squishy black folds by an inch as they refused to let go. Then he shoved it back inside her with a deep groan, a messy gush of her juices splattering from her stretched depths onto his overalls to infuse the air with more of her sweet, pheromone-drenched stench.

In and out, in and out, again and again, the man's thrusts quickly sped up as the addictive mix of his partner’s musk and tightness, the sight of her fat cunt and fluffy buttocks, and the sound of her needy voice riled him up like nothing else. He not only wanted more, but he needed more, his body heating up with an insatiable desire to claim and stuff that eager, slutty student. He still couldn't quite grasp why she wanted him so much, but he didn't care as he pounded her with an increasingly feral fervor, clasping her while he slammed his hips forward, ramming his fuck meat into her perfect pussy.

The red panda sang with raunchy bliss as the janitor unleashed his unfettered horniness upon her. Bent over the cleaning cart, she dug her claws deep into the plastic handle, rocking and slowly shoving it against the shelves as the raw force of Clyde's thrusts overwhelmed its cheap brakes. Once it wouldn't go any further, she bit into the plastic and unleashed a fresh spurt of piss with a muffled groan.

The man briefly stopped thrusting as the hot, golden wastewater streamed down his shaft, splattered against his sack, and soaked into the fabric of his overalls. It took him a second to process the sensation, but when he realized that she was marking him with her pungent scent, he didn't pull back or object. No, he bent over her and slid one hand into her cleavage and onto her small, fluffy breast, hugging her hot, furred body tightly against his sweaty chest before he continued with twice the fervor, huffing and growling right into her ear while he rutted her like a beast.

The red panda pulled her muzzle away from the plastic and squealed with joy as Clyde asserted himself even more. Another squirt of piss escaped her, and many more followed over the next few minutes as he pounded her in a horny, hungry blur, leaving the air dripping with their intermingled, sweaty scents and her delicious moans.

Right now, any person walking past the ajar door to the janitor's office could've told at a glance and sniff what was happening inside, but Clyde didn’t care. With his nose buried in his partner’s fluffy scruff, he was too busy fucking her to think about anything but her perfect body and scent, and he would've probably kept going like this until the sun rose the next morning if it weren't for the growing tension inside him, his loins tingling in anticipation of another climax.

The red panda beat him to it. "Yes! Fuck! I'm cumming!" With a rapt cry, she succumbed to a powerful orgasm that shook her whole body and made her pussy clench in an even more vigorous rhythm.

Already on the verge, her intense contractions instantly launched Clyde over the edge. "Me too," he managed to grunt before his mind collapsed in on itself once again, blurring his speech and senses in a rush of pure bliss. He trenched his cock inside her and clutched her tightly against his body as his balls jumped and churned with his second load, eager to paint her insides with his virile sperm.

The red panda's reaction to his first squirt was almost as boisterous as to her orgasm. She moaned with primal satisfaction as the janitor's hot, sticky semen doused the blazing fire of lust inside her, and as he flooded her depths with spurt after spurt, she slumped against the cleaning cart. Going knock-kneed, she lost control over her muscles.

Even over her huffing, panting, and moaning, Clyde picked up a distinct hissing as his partner voided her bladder, spraying a hot, messy stream of urine right against his clenching nuts. She was no longer marking him, but simply pissing herself with a sigh between relief, bliss, and thorough satisfaction while he kept nutting inside her, riled on by her submission and the raw, exhilarating stench of her arousal.

The janitor's eruption lasted for only another few seconds, but even after his balls ran dry and his cock stopped flexing, he kept her in a tight hug. Groping her tits and huffing her aroma, he groaned softly as he basked in her ebbing contractions around his shaft, relishing her every moan and sigh as she completed the mess between them with another dribble of her piss and juices.

Only after the student's climax faded, he released her from his hold and pulled out, extracting his member from her puffy pussy with a sloppy squelch. Taking a step back, he stretched and took a deep breath. Then he looked down, inspecting the glistening puddle and soaked, dark spots on his overalls with a chuckle. "I think that was the wildest, messiest sex I've ever had."

"Fuck yes," the red panda groaned. Letting go of the cleaning cart, she sluggishly straightened up and shoved a finger up her loose, dripping cunt. Looking at him, she pulled it out again and licked the sticky white mess off of it with a bawdy shiver. Then she grabbed a fistful of paper towels from the cart beside her and crudely dabbed off her crotch. "I knew that I could trust my nose. You're even more of a stud than I thought."

The compliment conjured a dopey grin onto Clyde's face, and a hot blush shot onto his cheeks as she pulled him into a hug and licked his cheeks, his lips, and finally went in for a proper kiss. "I'm Sabita, by the way," she purred, coyly fluttering her eyelashes at him as she broke the hug again. Then she slipped a scrap of paper into a pocket of his overalls. "Call me, Clyde." She gave him another quick wave before she darted out of his office, leaving him all to himself.

The janitor stood there for another minute, trying to process everything that had just happened. Then he reached into his pocket and looked at the phone number on the piece of paper. A dopey grin slipped onto his lips. Sure, he had to thoroughly clean up the mess she had made, lest anyone find out about it tomorrow, but he didn't mind. It was a small price to pay for the fun he had had with the peppy, young red panda. Not to mention whatever else she had planned for him once he called her.