0 comments/ 11454 views/ 1 favorites The Wash By: brooke39 It is midday at the home of the dark elf domme and huntress Unya. The day is mild with wisps of pale white cloud in the air. Birds whistle love songs to each other as they flutter about. A gentle breeze carries the aroma of jasmine from the hillside below. Mistress soaks her strong ebony body in the hot tub after a long and successful morning hunt. She sips from a glass of chilled wine held firmly in her elegant, graceful hand. Her devoted pet and head servant Brock prepares for the coming of her Mistress. With only the gentle ringing of the bell attached to her collar as she moves around, she prepares with careful ritual the items for her impending task. She places soft, neatly folded, blue towels into the arms of two beautiful girls kneeling near Mistress. One small towel is for drying Mistress after her soak, and the second is a large one to wrap around Mistress's body. Pausing for a moment to see if she had missed anything, and finding nothing out of place, she turned her attention to the next phase. Her eyes fall on a long wooden bench just wide enough to lay down on whilst keeping both arms at one's side. At the end of the bench stands a table waiting to be filled by Mistress's girls with the items required. In a slow procession, each girl comes from the main house carrying an item: full-length towels, hand towels, shampoo, conditioner, containers of warm water, and a comb. The girls place the items in evenly spaced order, then step back and stand waiting, displaying themselves for their Mistress' pleasure. Pet brock retrieves one long towel and inspects it for imperfections. Satisfied, she drapes it across the bench where only Mistress will lay. Two girls with the softest hands and mouths are positioned on the other end of the bench. One at the front, one at the back. With everything in order, pet calmly returns to the table adjacent to the bench and sits nude awaiting her Mistress... Mistress Unya, having finished the wine, sets the empty glass down. Seeing this, a waiting serving girl rushes over to fill it once more but is casually dismissed with a gentle wave of the hand. Bowing her head, the wine girl reaches to retrieve the glass and comes within reach of Mistress. An ebon hand pinches and tugs one of the girl's plump nipples. The girl, caught by surprise, gasps, drawing everyone's attention. Mistress grins and winks at her before releasing the nipple. The girl blushes with embarrassment but is also stimulated by Mistress's touch. A small groan escapes her lips as she humbly backs away. The Huntress rises from the steaming waters like a phoenix. Dazzling light is reflected from her glistening body. The girl bearing the dry towel rises to meet her Mistress, ready to be used as support if necessary as Mistress steps from the tub. Mistress stands with arms held wide. The girl softly pats the moisture from Mistress's powerful form. After a moment, she backs away and kneels, a silent signal to the next girl to cover Mistress' majestic body with the second towel. With timid care, the girl worshipfully kisses each breast before wrapping Mistress in the large towel. Her task complete she immediately removes herself from Mistress's path. Mistress smiles as she strolls to the bench where her pet awaits. Pet Brock has straddled the bench, her thighs spread wide, ready to accommodate Mistress' head. Seating herself in the middle of the towel laid upon the bench, Mistress turns and lays down. Pet's hand reaches Mistress before she has fully lowered herself and guides the head down between her thighs. Her other hand places a small folded towel beneath Mistress' head. Mistress Unya feels at ease within the tender care of her pet and relaxes fully. Pet places the edge of one hand along Mistress' brow, applying light pressure to create a barrier. Her other hand retrieves a pitcher of pure water, warmed to a gentle temperature. Pouring slowly, Pet watches as the water flows through the strands of Mistress' hair; twisting and turning through her flowing locks, soothing as it cools. The faint sound of a distant pan flute drifts in the soft breeze, reaching the sensitive ears of Mistress. Mistress smiles as she remembers with pleasure how she purchased the highly trained young musician - at a discount after a long negotiation over strong drinks - on her last trip to the city. Across Mistress' hairline the spout of the pitcher travels, moving from ear to ear. Having wet the front, Pet uses her supporting hand to gently lift and turn Mistress's head back and forth, completely wetting her hair. The empty pitcher is returned to the table and a small bowl is picked up in its place. The smell of roses wafts gently from the disturbed liquid. Swirling around the noses of Mistress and her pet. The viscous liquid flows thickly from the lip of the bowl into the waiting hand of Pet. Scraping the side of the bowl to gather the overflow, she swiftly returns to its place on the table. Her hand transfers the rose shampoo to the now thoroughly wet Silver hair of her Mistress. Pet's hands cradle Mistress' head; her movements sure, yet infinitely gentle, as she takes the utmost care while working the shampoo into a pale pink lather. Pet - her naked thighs now resting in the warm, soapy water that not moments ago touched Mistress' skin - smiles to herself at the closeness of her Mistress. With Mistress' hair now ready for rinsing Pet signals another girl. A slave girl with hair the colour of fire steps closer, ready with a pitcher of clean water. She carefully pours along the edge of Mistress's hair as Pet turns the cradled head from side to side in her gentle hands. The process is slowly repeated as Mistress' hair is conditioned as well, leaving Mistress's hair soft and flowing. With Mistress' hair now clean and conditioned, Pet retrieves a towel to dry her shining hair. Patting softly, she uses the towel to absorb the wetness. Mistress pulls herself up with an easy touch of her pet's helpful hands. Pet dries the back of Mistress' hair, then lays the towel across her lap. Next pet picks up a comb with large teeth to untangle the unruly silken mass. With utmost care, she draws the comb through Mistress' hair following it with her other hand. Having grown hungry Mistress summons a girl to her. Excited at the opportunity to please her owner, the girl almost stumbles as she rushes to her Mistress' side. "Yes, Mistress?" she humbly utters. Mistress eyes the girl slowly, her eyes travelling down then back up the girls' lovely body; followed with a smile as her eyes meet the slave's who looks down and blushes. "Fetch me some fruit and be quick about it, girl!" she commands. As fast as she can without running, the girl returns to Mistress' home, soon returning with a bowl of fresh fruit. Inspecting the fruit selection, Mistress chooses a bright red apple grown in the nearby orchard. She waves the slave away and takes a bite, her white teeth biting through the soft flesh of the apple, crunching loudly. Chewing slowly, Mistress admires the view of her properties. Her body's hunger satisfied, Mistress turns her attention to another more intimate need requiring satiation. Looking down at the two slave girls with their mouths trained to please she smiles. As they kneel at her feet she rises, commanding them to follow her. Almost as an afterthought Mistress turns to her pet, smiling warmly as she praises her. "Well done Pet. Please see to the slaves as I withdraw to my chamber for some much needed, ummm, rest." Pet returns her smile and replies "yes, Mistress, sleep well." The Washer You are working in a high-rise office on the 22nd floor. The windows are being cleaned and you noticed one of the guys downstairs and he was kinda cute. You both make eye contact and you notice he had a nice smile. You are hoping he will make a first move. You have been anticipating the arrival of the window washers outside your window for hours, when suddenly you see the scaffolding dropping. You look up and see the guy is the only one on the scaffolding. It is then that you formulate your plan. You get up and lock your office door. Then you sit at your desk and open the buttons on your shirt until you are sure he can see inside of it. You casually walk over to your filing cabinets, feeling his eyes on your every move. You bend over to reach the bottom drawer, knowing he is looking at your cleavage. When you look up, he quickly turns away. You smile and get ready for round two. As you sit down at your desk, you raise your skirt, so your thigh is showing. you sit with one leg under the desk and the other outside the drawer area. He is watching intently, wishing he had a view of what was under that desk. Suddenly you spin around in your chair, catching him staring at you. You slowly raise your skirt up higher revealing your panties. you quickly remove them and sit in front of him showing your pussy. It is wet from all the anticipation and knowing he has been watching you. You finish unbuttoning your shirt and remove your bra, his eyes never leaving your body. You smile at him again and get ready to blow him away. You like showing off, and this is a fantasy for you. You slowly spread your legs slide your hand down your body. When your hand reaches your breasts, you massage each one hardening the nipple. As your hand slides down farther you look into his eyes and you see the wanting look, this just makes you go slower, prolonging the effect. Your hand reaches your wet pussy and you lick your fingers and insert it inside the lips. You can see the outline of his hard cock and you enjoy the fact that you are making this happen. You continue to masturbate for him, and you start to squeeze your hard nipples, adding a little pain to the pleasure. your hips start to move, making your motions inside your pussy faster and you apply more pressure. You are gonna cum for him. he is massaging his cock area, not yet pulling it out, but you know he wants to, this makes you even hotter and you begin to feel your Orgasm begin. You move your fingers faster, and faster until your pussy releases it's sweet juice. After the wave subsides, you regain some composure and unlock your desk drawer. Having come this far, you decide to finish the job. You remove your vibrator and make sure the batteries are working. You keep it there for the occasional afternoon session. You turn it on, and take it into your mouth. You know he can feel it when he grabs hold of his cock. You then place it on your clit, and it takes over where your fingers stopped. Your whole body feels the vibrations as your clit tingles. You play with your hard nipples again, adding excitement, and stimulus to your already aroused state. The second Orgasm doesn't take long at all. Your hips bucking and your pussy spasming. When this wave begins to subside you notice that he is no longer outside the window. You are working late that night, and the events from earlier are playing over in your head. You enjoyed the feeling, but you would have loved to felt his cock to finish the job. You hear a noise in the outer office and you go to see what it was. As you open your office door, he is standing there. Without saying a word, he picks you up and carries you to your desk. He sets you down and knocks everything off of it. He opens your shirt and removes your bra, he then begins to suck and nibble on your breasts, making the nipples hard and your pussy begin to moisten. You can't believe the way his mouth feels as he scrapes his teeth across your nipples. He then pushes you back, and taking your panties in both hands, he rips the crotch. He sits at your desk and opens your legs and places his tongue where your fingers and vibrator had been earlier, his hands are still playing with your nipples. The feel of his tongue and his hands are even better than you imagined. The feel of his tongue stroking your pussy up and down, sliding from the opening in your pussy to your clit is overwhelming, and adding the squeezing of your nipples makes it almost unbearable. Your Orgasm is so sudden and so hard that it takes your breath away. As you look at him, he just smiles and gets ready for round two. he takes you gently from the desk and turns you away from him. He has been planning this since this afternoon. He bends you over the desk and slides inside your dripping pussy. You have been wanting this all afternoon and the feeling gives you a small orgasm. He feels your pussy tighten on him, and he pushes it deeper. When you relax, he begins his rhythmic fucking of your pussy. His hands are on your hips, and he is pulling you back as he thrusts forward. As the tempo increases, so does the hardness of his thrust, causing your body to slap against his, his hands slap your ass as he pushes inside, giving you yet another sensation. While he is thrusting inside you, his hand goes to your hair and he gently grabs it and pulls, causing you to arch your back. You are pushing back against him, increasing the thrust and his slaps on your ass are getting harder. You can hear the sound in his throat marking the cumming of his climax, and this excites you more. Your orgasm starts as does his, he pushes hard inside you and holds his cock there, feeling your pussy milk every drop of his cum inside of you. After you both are spent, he turns you around and kisses you. He then dresses and having never said a word smiles and leaves. The Washing Machine "Why don't you try it?" Laura's big brown eyes widened as a naughty thrill went through her body making her shudder a little at the thought of it. "Be serious" Laura said with a shy smile to her best friend Tally. Laura and Tally were sat in a coffee shop as they normally did on their dinner break chatting. Tally had been Laura best friend since they were at school; here they were still best friends at the age of 33, even working in the same office building. What they were chatting about was a present that Laura had been given for her last birthday by another friend. "I am serious Lau you should try it" Tally smiled as she tried to convince Laura it was right what she was saying. "I'm 33 Tally and have never done anything like that before in my life, no not even when I was younger before you say anything" Laura laughed and shook her head, her long brown curly hair swaying as she sipped her coffee and smiled at her friend. "Laura you are sexy, just look at those boobs for got sake" Laura's mouth dropped and she playfully slapped her friends arm before giggling "If no bloke wants that then you need to do something" Tally joked as she pointed at Laura's chest, her tight, white silk shirt pressed against her big breasts "Hey I'm not some old spinster you know" Laura laughed as did Tally "I have had men before" again Laura laughed "Yeah but the last one was what 3 years ago?" Tally said with a grin, "Come on tell me you haven't had the feelings in all that time" Laura couldn't lie, she had become frustrated at times during the last 3 years of abstinence but she had never done anything about it, she just dove into her work more and tried to forget the feeling until they went away, still the thought of what Tally was saying made her mind run wild. "I'll get a bloke some time" Laura said as she drank the last of her coffee and looked at her friend who smiled "But right now we need to get back to work" she said looking at her watch. "Just don't forget what I said Lau" Tally said as they got back to the office and went to their own office's. Laura couldn't forget what Tally had said even if she wanted to; her mind was on it all the time she was trying to work, thrills ran through her mind and made her giggle at times, she was just happy that she was alone in her office so she could let out the feelings she had. The day ended and Laura went home, when she got in she did her usual ritual, run a bath as she got some food out of the freezer to be heated up for hr to eat. Stripping off Laura dropped her clothes in her hamper which was overflowing now and got into the hot water, the bubbles covering her long legs as they sank into the rippling liquid, a shiver went down her back as she sighed as the water covered her trimmed pubic hair and stomach her breasts lightly getting lapped by the warm water as the bubbly suds covered her and she closed her eyes relaxing her body. "I couldn't" Laura said in her mind as she thought about what Tally had said to her, she couldn't even believe that she had been given it for her birthday, she was shocked then but could laugh about it now. Laura got out of her long soak and wrapped her silk bathrobe around her wet body and went to her bedroom opening her wardrobe she pulled out the shoebox that she had put the present in, she still hadn't opened it from its packaging. Smiling Laura opened the box and pulled the present out, sill in its packaging from the shop where it was bought. Laura smiled and sighed as she looked at it, her eyes looked down the long black dildo she had been given in the plastic case. "You'd not hurt me would you?" she said to the rubber cock before giggling "I'll just take you out of this plastic but that's it ok" Laura ripped open the packaging and let the rubbed cock drop onto her bed, her eyes looked at it, following the 8 inch long shaft from the big round head down to the rubber suction up at the bottom, she looked in the package and saw a leaflet that came with it, picking it up she began to read. Basically it was just some helpful advice, Laura skimmed until she saw what the suction cup was for, it said that you could stick the dildo to objects to leave your hands free while you used it, Laura thought about where you may stick it and laughed dropping the paper she rubbed her hand over the long shaft. "Hmmm feels very err rubbery" she laughed again before picking up the long rubber cock and looked it closely. It did look awfully real, perfectly shaped and it didn't feel all that unreal either, it was quite firm but not so hard that it wouldn't bend. "I wonder who modeled for you then?" Laura joked to herself as she looked down the 8 inch of thick shaft, her mind was working over time as she held the dildo in her hand and ran the other hand up and down it, like she would if she was giving a man a hand job. Laura dropped the dildo into the shoe box and put it back, a shiver went down her back again as she thought about what it must feel like to have something that big inside your pussy, but she had other things to do she told herself, like the laundry. Loading her dirty panties and bra's along with her other clothes into the washing machine Laura's mind was back in her bedroom with the dildo, she couldn't stop thinking of it really, she had been thinking over the last week how much she missed sex, that's how she and Tally had got to chatting about what they had during their break. Turning on the machine she leaned on it, her ass pressed on the top as she sat back and looked into space her mind thinking of her last boyfriend and the dildo in her bedroom. "Oh, oh!" Laura moaned a little in surprise as the washer began to spin her clothes. The spinning was shaking the washing machine under Laura's ass and sending nice feeling vibrations to her pussy, Laura smiled as she felt herself get wet down there from the vibrations of the spinning washer. "Ohhh!" Laura moaned as she felt the vibrations get harder, she quickly jumped onto the machine and sat there enjoying the feelings she was getting as her pussy got wetter and wetter, the vibrating washing machine much to her surprise sending her to her first orgasm for over 3 years. Laura opened her mouth wide as she felt her pussy contract and an orgasm wash over her, her hands closed tightly into fists as the vibrating washing machine sent shocks through her pussy, her breasts jiggled as she sat on the top of the washer and enjoyed its spinning, her pussy felt on fire as she felt another orgasm again, her mouth open and eyes closed as she moaned her way through the orgasm, it didn't take much to set her off, it had been so long since she had anything that even felt slightly sexual that this was like heaven. "Oh wow!" Laura said as she got off the washing machine once it was finished spinning her clothes, her hair was a mess she had been shaking her head a lot as she came hard 3 times and her breath was ragged, but she couldn't help smiling. Pulling her clothes out she took them to dry and then feeling tired she decided it was time for an early night today, that night she slept better then she had for ages. "So what happened last night then Lau?" Tally asked as they met for coffee again "Did you do it?" "No, I got it out but never used it like you said I should have" Laura laughed "But I did do something" she said with a cheeky smile on her face "You did, what was it then? Come on details please" Tally said with a grin, all excited about hearing what Laura had done the night before. Laura began to tell her all about the previous night, Tally listening to each word intently with a smile and a few giggles as Laura described the feelings the vibration had won her when she sat on the top of the washing machine and felt them fully. "Oh that's nothing, we've all done that" Tally joked with a smile "I'm surprised its taken you so long to try it is all. I thought all women knew the old trick of putting the washer onto spin, jumping on and letting it go to work," she laughed, as did Laura. "I couldn't believe how it felt, I came like 3 times" Laura laughed "And had the best sleep I had for years!" Tally laughed loudly and took Laura's hand in hers on the table "Now you know how good it can be you should try it with that thing in your wardrobe Lau" Tally said with a smile as she looked into Laura's brown eyes "I'm not sure Tally, it's well big," she said grinning at her friend "So what, come on we've all done it before, it will be fine" Tally said laughing before Laura told her to keep it down before she has the attention of everyone in the café. "Oh forget them," Tally laughed "Now you really need to try it, its got a suction cup on it don't it?" Tally asked and Laura nodded "Well there you go, go home, I'll cover for you at work and try it out, just how I told you to" Laura blushed a little, the thought of it was tempting her, she could feel her pussy get damp and her nipples were hard as she thought about doing it. Looking at Tally her mind was made up "Ok, I'm going to do it" Tally hugged her and laughed "Good for you Lau! Don't worry I'll sort things at work you just get home right now" Tally said as she pushed her friend towards the door, both woman laughing as they got outside, Laura looking back she waved and stuck her tongue out as Tally laughed at her and waved back before heading back to work. "What am I doing?" Laura said as she got home "I can't believe I'm going to do this" she closed and locked the door before going to the stairs and pausing for a few seconds, but a sudden naughty thrill later and she was running up to her bedroom. "Ok it's just you and me now" Laura said to the long black dildo as she opened the shoebox and looked at it. Her mind all over the place, she was nervous but aroused too, this was the first spontaneous thing she had done for herself for as long as she could remember. Taking the dildo out of the box she ran down to the washing machine and had a big smile and giggle as she remembered the night before, her pussy was already dripping with anticipation as she held the rubber cock and moved over to the machine. "There we go" Laura said as she stuck the rubber cock onto the top of the washing machine and admired it stood proudly up, the black rubber looking inviting as it looked so life like. Laura giggled as she got naked from the waist down, dropping her trousers and damp panties on the floor she put her hand son her hips and bit her lower lip as she thought about what she was doing. "Ok here we go" Laura set the washing machine to spin cycle, all that was needed was her to push the start button when she was ready, a sudden doubt filled her mind but Laura was now very excited about what she was doing and her pussy was very wet and aching for it. Putting her hands on the top of the washing machine after turning her back to it she lifted herself up and sat back over the dildo, holding her pussy over it she tried to aim it right, slowly she lowered herself down and giggled when she felt the head of the cold dildo touch her pussy lips. "Ohhh" she moaned as she felt the rubber cock open her pussy lips and slip inside as she pushed herself down onto it. It had been so long since anything had been in her pussy she had forgot how good it felt, the dildo was firm but yet flexible and felt so good as it stretched Laura's pussy as she took it as deep as she could, her legs hanging over the edge of the washing machine she looked down and laughed as she saw her trimmed pubic hair with the black dildo slightly coming from it "We'll this is a first… never had a anything black in there" Laura joked to herself as she wiggled on the rubber cock and moaned as she felt the thrill shoot through her pussy as she got comfy on it and reached down to the controls of the washing machine. "Ok this is it Laura" she told herself as she leaned forwards and looked for the start button, slowly she pressed it and sat upright waiting for the cycle to start and her pleasure to begin. The black rubber dildo in her pussy began to shake a tiny bit and Laura smiled and giggled as she felt the little vibration's of pleasure went through her pussy and made her moan. "Oh nice" Laura said in a low voice as the washing machine began to pick up speed, the dildo in her pussy began to shake violently sending shocks through Laura's body, her pussy getting wetter and more sensitive with every second as the washer began to crank up the spin, shaking Laura's body on top. With her big breasts shaking in the tight shirt Laura moaned as she felt her orgasm wash over her, clenching her pussy on the black dildo she smiled and moaned as the vibrating rubber cock sent her over the edge again. Laura felt her ass shake as the cycle went onto high spin, the whole washing machine shaking and vibrating as Laura put her hands on it and began to make little thrusts up and down on the shaking black cock, each move it made, made Laura cry out in pleasure as her clit was rubbed by the rubber. "Oh Yes! Yes!" Laura called out as the vibrating in her pussy made her fly to another orgasm, the juice washing over the dildo as the spinning shook it inside her tight griped pussy, Laura screaming out now as she thrust herself up and down on the 8 inch shaft the deep penetrations sending a massive orgasm through her each time. The spin cycle lasted a good fifteen minuets and Laura moaned and cried out through it all as wave after wave of orgasm washed through her pussy, the black dildo in her shaking to the very end, glistening with the juice she had secreted over it. Laura had in those fifteen minuets having had more orgasms then she had in all the previous years of her life since she was 18. As the washing machine came to a stop Laura let out one final sigh of pleasure as she bit her bottom lip and eased herself off the dildo and smiled as she looked down at it and the wetness shining. She pulled it off the washing machine and laughed as she felt her pussy lips began to close, the tingling still there deep inside her pussy. In her bedroom Laura put the black dildo into its shoebox and placed it back into the wardrobe before getting some clothes on and grabbing the phone, calling Tally she smiled and told her she was right, and that wasn't going to be the last time that the washing machine would rub with nothing inside. ************************************************ Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed… please leave a message or preferably send me some feedback with an e-mail address, I will reply to anyone who does. The Washing Machine One hot summer afternoon, with the air soft and heavy on her skin, while crickets rattled thickly in the trees outside, Anna sat on the washing machine as it finished its spin cycle and felt the vibrations shake their way up through her body. She was close. She was very close, when Danny came home and caught her. She didn't hear the door. She didn't hear him call out. The washing machine was spinning and rumbling, and a towel was rattling around inside it, and she hadn't really thought to listen carefully because she didn't expect him home for hours. Her eyes were closed. Her breath was shallow. Her hands were gripping the sides of the washing machine to hold herself in place. She was close, achingly close, was clenched up tight, was holding her breath, holding back, trying to make it last. She was singing up towards an orgasm when Danny said, "Anna," from the doorway right in front of her. "There you are," he said, then, "Shit, what are you..." Anna jumped. She jumped so hard she bit her lip and skidded across the washing machine's lid and had to grab the wall to balance. So hard her whole body felt tingly for a second afterwards, as if her heart had almost stopped. She sat there and looked at Danny. After a minute, because she was still being wobbled around, she reached back and pushed the power button and suddenly the room was quiet. She didn't know what to say. She was flushed. She was breathless. She was alone in the laundry in the middle of the day, and one hand were still clenched onto the washing machine's lid. "I was just seeing if it worked," she said at last. "The washing machine thing." He looked at her for a minute and she couldn't decide what that look meant. If he was upset or amused or something completely different. "Right," he said, and held up his wallet. "I just came back for this." Anna was still breathing hard, and her skin was damp, not just from the warm air. "I didn't hear you come in," she said. "Obviously." "I didn't expect you." "I should get going," he said. "I have a thing. I just needed this." He kissed her, and left. Anna sat where she was for a moment, waited until she thought she heard the car drive away outside. She wondered if she should turn the washing machine back on. She decided not. She wasn't sure what to make of Danny's reaction. He seemed calm, but he also hadn't teased her. If she'd just caught him she'd be teasing him mercilessly right now, no matter what she was supposed to be doing somewhere else. But she wouldn't have cared, and perhaps he might. She was a little worried. She wanted to ring him and ask if they were all right. She didn't, because he was going somewhere for work, and it wasn't fair to distract him right then. She wanted to know if he was upset, but not enough to make him upset just to find out. Instead she did nothing. * An hour later she went to meet Laura to run. They ran together every second day, and took it seriously, and made bitchy comments about the other suburban housewives with their prams and lycra, even though they weren't very different themselves. "Danny caught me sitting on the washing machine this morning," Anna said, after ten minutes. "Why the fuck were you sitting on a washing machine?" Anna looked at her, surprised. "Um, you know." "Seriously?" "Yeah." "You dick." "Well, yeah" Anna said. "But I didn't hear him. And I didn't expect him back so soon." Laura ran for a while. "So I kind of have to ask," she said. "Is this something you do often?" "Like you never have," Anna said. "Always found there were easier ways," Laura said, a little primly. Very primly, Anna thought. Like she got herself off three times a day and didn't want admit it, and was going to sneer at washing machines to cover that up. "It's pretty easy." "And yet, still...." "I only did the first time to see if it worked," Anna said. "Course you did. And did it?" Anna shrugged. "And that first time, that wasn't today, right?" "Not really, no." "So it did?" "Ah, yeah." Laura grinned. "Like I said. You're a dick. What did Danny do?" "I don't think he cared." "You're sure?" "I don't think so. It could have been worse." "A yoga instructor?" "Well, yeah." "So does he too? Look after himself too?" Anna ran for a while, not sure she wanted to tell Laura that. "It makes it okay if he does," Laura said. "Doesn't it?" "I suppose. I never asked, though." "You don't need to ask. Can't you just, I don't know. Tell?" "I assume. I haven't tried to catch him." "Right." They passed a group of runners coming the other way, and went quiet for a moment. "You two should just fuck more," Laura said. "I mean, really." "Yeah," Anna said. "Get him to go down on you." "We do," Anna said. "He does. That isn't why..." Laura was looking surprised. "I just get..." Anna stopped. "What?" "I don't want to talk any more." "I do." "I'm not going to." "I'll tell everyone you sit on washing machines." "Yeah right. What everyone. You'll tell Cathy, that's all." Laura grinned. "I don't care," Anna said. "No-one else will believe you. And I'm not talking about this any more." "Just answer. You get what?" Anna shook her head. Laura grinned. "Please? I won't tell anyone. You get what?" "Fucking horny, all right? More than he does." Laura looked over for a moment, like she was actually sorry. "Don't," Anna said. "Stop looking at me like that." "You should make sure he's okay with it," Laura said, after a while. "He might not be." "I know." "Run," Laura said, and sped up, and then Anna only had enough breath to run, which was probably the idea. * Anna was lying on the sofa reading when Danny came home. He went past and said, "Hi," and went upstairs to change. She put the magazine down. "What?" she said. "No kiss?" He didn't answer, so she thought he hadn't heard, but he kissed her when he came back down. He got a beer, and sat down and turned on the TV. She reached over to touch his arm, but he moved it away. "Are you pissed off or something?" she said. "No," he said. "You sound like you are." "Why would I be pissed off?" She sat there for a moment. "I don't know." He stared at the TV and didn't answer. He'd probably been brooding about it all day. "I'm really asking," she said. "Why? I don't get it." "How would you feel if you'd caught me?" Anna thought for a moment. "I wouldn't care." "How would you feel," he said. "If you'd caught me, and we hadn't had sex for a month and a half because I was always too tired." "I'm tired at night," she said. "But not in the day." "Well, no, not in the day." "So why don't we at night? When I'm actually home? Why not after work?" "I don't know," Anna said. She'd never really been horny at night. When she went to bed she was tired and wanted to sleep. She preferred sex the morning, when she was awake and had energy, but they didn't seem to have time for that any more. Danny was always dashing around looking for things first thing in the morning, was always running late. "Why not now?" she said. "That's what you mean, isn't it." "I don't know." "Do you want to now?" she said. "Right now?" He shrugged, and stared at the TV. "Talk to me," she said. "Please." "It's been a month and a half. And probably two before that." "Yeah," Anna said. "I know. But we've been together for ages. It happens." "I know," he said, and looked annoyed again. "You could have asked." "I do, I...." He looked over at her, then back to the TV. "What, when you grope me and kiss my neck and shit?" Anna said. Danny shrugged. "That's not asking. That's like, if I want to. It's half-hearted. Only if I'm up for it too." He looked at her. "Yeah, I suppose." "So, I mean, I won't be if I'm tired." "So, what? I should say, hey Anna, I know you don't want to but how about you put out for me?" Anna sat there for a moment, then said, "Well, yeah." "And you can just go to sleep, and I'll try not to wake you?" "It sounds worse when you say it." "Shit," he said, and changed the channel they were watching. "What?" "Nothing. That's fine. We'll do that from now on." "I don't understand why you're so upset." "I know." "So tell me." "That's part of why." She thought. "That's stupid." "Yeah," he said. "Of course it is. Fuck." "I don't get why you're upset." "I know." She sat there a while longer, but Danny seemed to have stopped talking, was staring grimly at the TV. She got up and went to make dinner. * After they'd eaten, Danny went back into the lounge and the TV. Anna loaded everything into the dishwasher and wiped the bench and then went and stood in the lounge doorway. "Hey, um," she said. "Want to fuck me?" Danny looked at her. "It's still early," she said. "I just thought..." "Aren't you done for the day?" "Ah," she said. "Didn't finish. Got interrupted." "I remember." "I didn't keep going after you left." He looked at her. "Hey," she said. "I'm out there. I'm asking. Want to?" "I'm a bit tired." "Oh," she said, and was a little hurt. "Really?" He nodded. "Okay," she said. "Up to you." "Sorry," he said. She went upstairs and read in bed. When he came up, she said, "You didn't tell anyone, did you?" He hesitated a moment before he said, "No." Anna she decided she didn't believe him, and wasn't sure how she ought to feel about that. * Anna went to Laura's the next day, even though it wasn't a running day. Laura lived four blocks away and was one of Anna's few friends nearby. She walked over and sat on Laura's front steps and sipped the awful instant coffee that was all Laura ever had. "It got worse," Anna said. "I tried to get some last night and he turned me down." Laura looked at her. "Of course he did." "I'm fucking horny," Anna said. "I didn't finish." Laura grinned. "How often do you guys?" Anna said. "Ah," Laura said. "Fuck off." "I need to know. I need a comparison." "Not telling you." "Please?" "It's not the same." "It kind of is." "Not really." "Because you're both girls?" "Well, yeah." "Okay. So what do you think is normal. For me?" "I don't know." "Guess. Please?" "A couple of times a week?" Anna sat there for a while. "Oh shit." Laura looked at Anna for a moment, then patted Anna's arm. "Want sex?" Anna said. Laura grinned. "Seriously? I mean it." "Cathy might not like that." "Threeway?" "Go home and fuck your man." "I tried," Anna said sadly. "I really did." "Yeah, but you also sat on a big vibrating machine half the size of a car. That might be a bit of a threat, don't you think?" "Maybe," Anna said. They sat in the sun for a while. "Hey," Anna said. "Is it easier? With a girl? Sorting out all this shit?" "Not really." "Oh." "It's not easier?" "Nope." Anna was almost disappointed. Laura's partner Cathy came home and kissed Laura, said hi to Anna, and went off into the back of the house. "She doesn't like me," Anna said. "She doesn't not like you." "She doesn't like me." "She doesn't know what to say to you. She doesn't have anything in common with you. She hardly has anything in common with me." "We're such a pair of housewives," Anna said after a while. "I know." * "Who did you tell?" Anna asked Danny later that night. Because she hadn't believed him the first time she asked, and the wondering had been bothering her a little. "Tell what?" "About me. What I was doing. Who did you tell?" He hesitated again. "I didn't tell anyone." "I don't believe you," Anna said. Because he'd hesitated both times. Because he always talked to someone, always told a friend what was going on when something was bothering him. Danny looked at her, then walked away. "Hey," she said, but he was gone. So perhaps he had told someone. That worried her a little. She wasn't sure she wanted his friends knowing she liked to get off on household appliances. It turned her on, too, for some reason. Maybe she just wasn't getting laid enough, but part of that thought turned her on. That someone might think about her, doing that, while they had their own quiet time alone. * Several times, Anna tried to organize sex, but Danny didn't seem interested. Each time he said he was tried. In the end, after a week, she said, "Fine, I give up. Tell me when you want some." She thought that might prod him into starting something, but it didn't seem to. She waited a day, horny, but he didn't try and fuck her. She waited another, and he came home late, and after they ate he just got into bed and rolled over to sleep. She was horny. She was hornier, because she was being intentionally deprived. She didn't do anything about it, though. She went to the supermarket, and then cleaned the bathroom, and tried to bide her time until Danny was ready. After four days she decided he wasn't going to fuck her ever again. At least not for weeks. He was punishing her, for whatever reason, so she may as well just do it herself. She stayed away from the washing machine though. She didn't quite trust it not to being her bad luck. That afternoon, after her run, after a shower, she sat on the edge of the bed in a towel, deciding. She needed an orgasm, but she wasn't sure she ought to. She needed to come, and she didn't know why she was waiting. She leaned over and opened the bottom drawer where she kept her vibrators. She had to check a couple to find one that worked. It had been a while, the batteries were flat, or been stolen for the bedroom TV's remote. She lay back and told herself it wasn't that bad, that everyone did, and started to enjoy it. She started to enjoy it. She started to get close, and know this was what she'd needed all week. Then Danny said, "Anna, for fuck's sake." She jumped. She jumped so hard the vibrator flew across the room, towards him. "Anna," he said. "What the fuck are you doing?" She looked at the vibrator on the floor in front of him. It was still buzzing away to itself, turning in a slow circle on the wooden floorboards, juddering. It was perfectly obvious what she was doing, and she didn't know why he'd asked. "I didn't hear you come in," she said. "Yes," he said. "Again." "I didn't expect you." "Again." He looked at the vibrator. He bent down and picked it up and, after a minute's fumbling around, turned the end and switched it off. He held it out to her. She took it. It was still a little damp, on the base. From the sweat on her hand. She didn't know what else to do, so she just sat there. "Why're you home so early?" she said, after a while. "I'm not. It's five." "Oh," she said. "I must have run longer than I thought." Then she realized that sounded quite bad. Like she was wanking all the time. He seemed to be thinking that too. "Is this normal?" he said. "Is this what you normally do all day?" She looked at him for a moment, then shrugged. He threw his jacket onto a chair, was looking at her legs. "Want to?" she said, and waggled the dildo near her face. It was supposed to be sexy, but he said, "For fuck's sake," and walked out the room. She sat on the bed and looked at the empty door, hurt. Shocked, and confused, and hurt. She didn't understand. He always liked it when she played with herself while they had sex, but apparently not any more. He was completely disinterested, not the slightest bit turned on. Even though she'd been naked and horny and obviously would have if he'd just joined in with her. Instead of wanting to fuck her, he'd just seemed annoyed. After a minute she put on some clothes and followed him downstairs. "You have a problem," he said. "I really don't think I do." He looked at her for a minute then went out to the garage and only came inside to go to bed. That was a bad sign. He wasn't nearly blokey enough to actually have something to do out in the garage, so was probably just been sitting in his car, listening to music, and that meant he was angry or upset enough he needed time alone. Anna didn't know what to do. * The next day, while he was getting dressed for work, Danny said, "It's Laura isn't it? You've been hanging around with her too much." "She's married." "She can't be married." "She's been with her girlfriend for years." "You know what I mean. She likes women." "Yeah she does," Anna said. "So fucking what?" "Nothing so what. Just is that why this is happening?" "This?" "You. What you're doing all of a sudden." "I really don't get how," Anna said. "I'm just asking." Anna thought about what to say. She didn't want to be angry, not after last night, but she was. "Don't be a fucking prick," she said. "I don't have any other friends since you made me move to this shithole city." Danny looked at her for a while. "That's probably why," Anna said. "If you want a fucking why, it's probably that. I've got nothing else to do but wank." Danny came over to the bed and kissed her. "Sorry," he said. "For that. For needing you to move." Anna shrugged. "I know it's hard." "No," Anna said. "I'm happy we moved. I shouldn't have said that." Danny looked at the alarm clock, and said, "I need to go." "Are we okay?" He nodded, concentrating on the mirror, doing his tie up. "Are we?" Anna said. "Or are we in trouble?" He came back to the bed, his tie still undone, and kissed her. "No. We're fine. We'll sort it out." "You're sure?" "I'm sure. I didn't mean that how it sounded. I'm just worried about some shit at work." "Oh," Anna said, feeling guilty. "Bad shit?" "Everyday shit. But just what I'm thinking about right now." "Sorry," Anna said. It bothered her to make trouble when Danny had to go off and deal with the world, and she just stayed at home and did nothing. "No," he said. "It's just shit. I have to go. Can we talk about this later?" "We don't need to talk." "You're sure?" Anna nodded. "It's all fine." He kissed her again. "Thank you," he said from the bedroom door, and "Bye," halfway down the stairs. After that everything seemed to be fine. Anna tried to talk that evening, but Danny said not to worry, that it was fine, he'd overreacted. He still kept going to sleep at night though, and not trying to fuck her. * A week later Anna saw Danny's friend Luke in the supermarket. Luke said hello, then looked at her, a little strangely. "What?" she said. "Nothing," he said, and acted all innocent. Acted too innocent, like he was hiding something. That made her wonder. Anna understood men talked too. She understood that sometimes you asked him to tie you up, or fuck you in the ass, and then all his friends were going to be looking at you funny for a few weeks. It was just how it was, and she talked too, so she didn't really mind. Except she did mind about this. She wasn't sure why. * That night Anna said, "I saw Luke. At the shops." Danny nodded. "Okay. How was that?" "Who did you really tell?" Anna said. "About me." "I didn't tell anyone." "Did you tell Luke?" Danny hesitated, then said, "Yeah." Anna blushed. She knew she was blushing all over. "I wish you hadn't," she said. "Sorry," Danny said. Anna shook her head. "It's fine." "I shouldn't have." "Don't worry." Danny kissed her. Anna stood there, embarrassed. She was still blushing. She was wet, too, and she didn't quite understand why. * Anna saw Luke again, a week later. He lived a few blocks away, and worked nights, so it wasn't surprising she kept running into him. He looked at her again, the same way. The Washing Machine They were in the baking aisle, and there were other people around. "Meet me outside," she said. "I fucking mean it." She sat on a bench and waited, her trolley beside her. Luke came out with a couple of bags. He seemed like someone who walked to the shops for something to do. "What did Danny say?" she said. "Nothing." "Don't like," Anna said. "He told me he did." Luke looked at her. "So what did he say? Tell me." "It's not just that. There's a bit more." "So explain it to me." Luke talked for a while about Danny, how he was busy at work, and distracted, and worried he wasn't giving Anna enough attention and also worried he couldn't, because he was too worn out. He talked about how Danny thought Anna wanking was almost like cheating, and Danny never had, and it didn't seem fair that Anna was. Luke seemed to be being careful not to be specific. He never said sex, or wank, or that Anna had been humping a washing machine. He talked around the words they both might find embarrassing. Anna listened, and wasn't sure this was what she'd actually meant him tell her. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know this, to fix things with Danny, or if she wanted to know that Luke was jerking off twice a day thinking about her. She might have been looking bored. She might have been seeming distracted. Luke suddenly said, "Can I watch?" Anna looked at him and wondered what to say. "Not a chance," she said. "Just once," he said. "Please." She looked at him, and realized he was serious, and was a bit surprised by that. "I've been thinking about you since he told me," Luke said. "Doing that." Anna didn't know what to think. Knowing that was alarming, and a little creepy. And sexy too. "Every day," Luke said. "Why?" "Because it's you." "So?" "I know you." She thought about that and almost understood. "I'm not going to fuck you," she said, quietly. "I love Danny." Luke nodded. "I'm not going to do a thing with you," Anna said. "Nothing like that. You just watch." "Okay." "So why do you want to?" "I like to watch." Anna nodded, and didn't really understand, but didn't care that much either. "Just once," Luke said. "Please?" "Once," she said. "Except it's not really, is it? Once until we both want to again, and then again. I know how that goes." "Once," he said. "I swear." "Once," she said. "Just once, and we never talk about it again." "Thank you," he said. Not yes, or great, or anything else. Just thank you, torn out of him like some need was being met. "Follow me home," she said. "Right now?" She thought about that, then nodded. "Yeah," she said. "Why not?" She went and loaded her shopping into the car and wondered what she was doing. * Luke knocked. Anna went and let him in. "Don't talk," Anna said, and walked off towards the laundry. Luke didn't. He closed the door. "Lock it," Anna called. "Deadlock it." She heard a click. She went and found a towel and put it in the washing machine. Then sat on it, and waited. Luke came and stood in the doorway. Anna reached back, and pushed the power switch on. Pushed the button that skipped straight to the spin cycle. She closed her eyes, and breathed in, and felt the washing machine start up. This was strange. It was cheating, but it wasn't, and that idea turned her on. Luke was going to watch. He wasn't going to touch her, and wasn't even seeing anything of her he shouldn't. She was fully dressed, in jeans and a top. She even had shoes on. He could see far less than he had before, since he'd seen her in a pool several times. All the same it was different. She felt the machine start to spin, felt it's rumbling move up through her body. She opened her eyes. Luke had moved closer, was watching carefully. "Come over here," she said. "Come closer." He did, until he was right in front of her, almost touching her knees. After a minute he took her hands, carefully, held them gently, and that was nice. It was intimate, almost beautiful, given what they were doing. It was strange being watched. Sexy, but strange. She was very aware of him, and couldn't relax. "Don't touch me," she said. "Don't touch me any more than this. Don't do anything stupid." "I promise." Anna closed her eyes again and made herself relax. She felt the washing machine's vibrations, felt her insides squirm and shake and shiver. She opened her eyes. Luke was staring like this was something wonderful she was doing for him. She wanted to do something wonderful for someone. She wanted a connection, contact with another person. This was good. This was sharing sex with someone, no matter how odd the sex was, and that sharing meant something. She closed her eyes again and started to breathe fast. The washing machine's vibrations were turning her on. Luke was turning her on. She held Luke's hand, and felt the deep rumbles of the washing machine inside her, and got closer and closer. "I'm almost there," she whispered. Luke didn't answer. She might not have spoken loudly enough for him to hear. "I'm about to," she said, louder, and Luke said, "Yes." She came. She came, and gasped in air, and felt her insides shake in time to the washing machine. She opened her eyes at the end, and looked at Luke as the last little ripple went through her. He was staring at her like she was some miraculous and wondrous thing. Her breathing slowed. She reached back and turned the washing machine off and wondered what she'd just done. "Shit," she said. "That was wonderful," Luke said. "That was wrong," she said, suddenly worried. "It wasn't." "I shouldn't have done that." "It's fine," Luke said. "I won't say a thing." She thought. Looked at Luke, and thought. She was still breathing hard. She could still feeling herself wet and tingly inside. "Never again," she said. "Just once, remember?" Luke nodded. "Promise you won't tell," she said. "I won't." he said, "I promise." Then "Thank you." "Yeah," she said, unsure if she should be feeling this guilty. She'd just done something terrible to Danny, had betrayed him, and she wasn't even sure why. She sat, and thought, and realized that suddenly she didn't feel so empty and lonely after all. It wasn't the sex, she thought. This wasn't sex at all, since Luke had barely touched her. It wasn't the sex, it was having an orgasm with a human connection, that was what she'd needed. She might actually be happy with this, she thought. Happy with once ever, just to have tried it. Tried being watched, and cheating, both. "You should go," she said. Luke nodded, and squeezed her hands, and said, "Thank you," again, very intensely. Then he let go and went out the door. Anna sat there and looked out the window and wondered what she'd just done, and how something terrible could feel so perfect. The Washington Letters The Crossing I risk not, my life in vain, my love. Yet, I plead before you, on bended knees before my god and maker. Forgive me, my love for my absence. My life is to serve a country, not yet born. It is still within the womb. Birth pains do arise. The womb is perplexed and full. The child is in position of breach. I pray daily for heavenly guidance. He spoke to me in a dream last night. "The child shall bring forth freedoms, as never man has known, thus far. Liberty will be her name. I shall send a holy statue, before my people as a sign. Given, to the child, once born, by a mighty nation, from across the great sea. She shall sit upon the island and raise her hand in liberty and justice for all. I shall send you a sign, to show you, I am with you. I shall rescue your efforts by way of the sea. A mighty nation shall drink of your water, and you shall taste of her food, and comfort your soul. The birth pains of liberty shall be heard around the world. She shall be called the daughter of liberty. Martha, my love, my men and I have suffered great hardships. December 25th, 1776 would have been a night of family gatherings and the blessed events of the evening. Once alone, our love would have resulted in the things you love so dear. My hands would be upon your hearty breast. My tongue would dance around your clit. I would suck your nipples as a hungry child. The suction of my wet lips would bring you to climax. I would harden, as you touch the beast of your passion, by your gentle hand. Between your own hands, you would have taken hold and tamed the beast of pleasure. Stroke by stroke, we would thrust our loins together. Your sweet loving tunnel, would most assured, squeeze the flow of juices from my body. I would pound your sweet pussy, as a stallion in charge of his mare. You would tighten and surround my beast, until he surrendered and gave you the milk of your lust. I miss you, as my hands do shake from the winter. We must cross the great river of ice of the mighty Delaware, and surprise the enemy. My sword is drawn. My men are alive. Although, I do not know if I will ever hold you again. My lustful thoughts of our coupling, keep me warm. I send a messenger of trust to deliver this letter. It will be destroyed, prior to her capture, if needed. Congress sent me, a most trusted spy. She is a female, working within the camps of the English. She is the wife of a British Lord. She is a beautiful creature, yet she holds no candle to the woman that I love. She is intelligent, yet, holds no lust from my heart. She believes in our cause. I have a feeling, my friend Ben may have taken her to challenge. He told me in most secretly expressions, "She most certainly witnessed the day I flew a kite." The Franklin brothers were always a source of womanly fondness. As you know, Ben and his brother, most certainly fancy the ladies. I must close my letter, and I must awaken my men, before we cross the Delaware. If, we never shall see the setting sun together again, know this, my lust is forever, for only you. You are the mate of my soul. You have giving me the sun and moon. I am yours, until there is no dawn. No more sky to embrace our love. The heavens must open tonight and declare eternal victory. You are the first lady in my life. This victory will be yours. I fight tonight, to once again have you to myself. This is a final victory of our struggle, towards our new freedom, within a country so worthy of birth. We must and shall, have a renewal of our time on earth together. I will bring this to completion. I sent a ring, with the spy. It is our wedding ring that holds an inscription, ALWAYS and FOREVER. This is sent in a most symbolic personal gesture. I love and lust for you daily. You are the woman I spoon with, and hold a pounding lustful thought for, as I thrust forward, towards your womb. I hold lustful dreams of you, each and every night. Be well, my love. Until, we are once again, in your sweet arms and mine. Always, and Forever, my love, George. The Washroom Setting: The washroom, You are wearing a white thong and white bra, clothes hanging from the shelves and in baskets around us, you are just changing the clothes from the washer to the dryer, I walk in, the lights are on and bright. You do not notice me as you?ve just turned on the dryer and have loaded the washer with another load as it is filling up. I turn off the lights, we are plunged in a deep darkness as the basement has no outside windows, I come in behind you and put my hands around your waist, on your tummy, I roam them upwards cupping your breasts feeling the soft fabric of your satin bra, I squeeze them gently finding your nipples and tweaking them softly. You lean back and I kiss your neck, you can only feel my touch as we are in the dark, I lick a trail from your neck to your ear, and I suck on your ear lobe gently, still kneading your breasts, you turn your head and we start kissing, my tongue explores your mouth and plays with your tongue, you moan, with your eyes closed. The darkness amplifying our senses, you get on the washer, you sit there and spread your legs I bend down, you lay across the washer and dryer, your head propped up by a clean towel, I lean down and rub your pussy on top of your panties, you moan, I push your panties to the side and I can smell your pussy, I start rubbing your clit, I lean in and start kissing around your labia, while keeping my finger circling around your clit, I start sucking on it, you moan and scream, I put a finger in you and you moan louder, my finger coated with your slick wetness, I start pumping it in and out of you, while enjoying your sweet juices. My fingers part your lips as I keep pumping and sucking on your clit, my other hand is rubbing your thigh and calve. You beg me to go inside of you, I get up, my cock is hard, I position it at your sweet entrance, and I start leaning forward and inserting it into you, the head starts parting your lips, you are moaning hard now, your hands holding your tits on top of your bra, kneading them hard, pinching your nipples through the material. My balls slapping are against your ass. I put my hands on your hips and ram my cock hard into you, you moan with each thrust I take in you, my dick growing harder and thicker with each stroke. I withdraw from you, you turn around and lean on the washer, one foot on the ground and the other on the washer, I come from behind you and start sliding my cock in you, I put my hands on your shoulders and pull you up against me, you moan. I start pumping my cock in and out of you, Rubbing your back with my hands I make you feel comfortable, you are tolerating my cock stretching your pussy muscles as you close your eyes. I stop. I get on one knee and tell you to part your ass cheeks, you do so, spreading them wide, I lean my face into you and start licking your closed pussy lips, I keep trying to spread them with my tongue, your pussy closes them, your juices leaking all over my mouth, onto my tongue, I keep sucking your pussy from behind you, I start rubbing your ass with my hand, the other hand wanking my cock, I put my tongue inside of you and fuck you like it was my dick, one of my fingers from the hand that was rubbing your ass finds your asshole, you moan in approval, your rear lubricated by your pussy juices, is glistening, the access into your ass is made easy by your juices, I start probing it in you moan and scream in delight, I probe it in a little deeper, you moan harder, I start pumping it in and out. I get up and keep my finger there. I position myself at your pussy and push my dick into you, while my finger remains there, I start pumping both of them out at the same time, you scream my name. I insert another in your ass, you moan hard. I keep pumping both at the same time. You sense an orgasm approaching, you muffle your scream in the towel. I keep pounding you. I put my hands on your hips and spread your ass as wide as I can and I keep penetrating both your holes, I withdraw my cock from your pussy and I start pushing it into your ass, you scream in pain and delight as I push forward and I start pumping. You reach underneath yourself and start rubbing your clit as I keep pounding your ass, in and out my dick slides. I reach for your shoulders and keep my motion, you are moaning more and more, I pull you onto me, I run my nails down your back. You beg me to cum, and I ask you where would you like it and you respond?right where you are?, I continue going in and out, my balls slapping against your pussy turning you on with each of my hard and log strokes, beads of sweat are rolling down my chest, I moan deeper and deeper, as I feel your orgasm approaching, your ass grabbing my cock, I slam you on my dick harder and harder. You start cumming, uncontrollably you clench to your two fingers in your pussy and your ass starts milking my cock, you shiver, and I moan one last time, as I start squirting my hot cum in your tight ass, I keep pumping in and out, making sure every last drop has came out, I withdraw from you and wipe myself from my sweat, you turn around and we start hugging, I bend down and kiss your neck, licking up and down. You continue shaking. We start kissing passionately, I hold you tight against me. We walk out of the room, into the light and go lay down. THE END