2 comments/ 16200 views/ 0 favorites Washing Dishes By: MungoParkIII Washing dishes is my favorite, it's the time when I can really prove myself to her, a time when my panties come off and I work under her intense gaze. I'll still be in my short skirt with the apron that I wore while cooking dinner, but when she has finished eating and then has let me eat mine she will tell me when it is time for dishes. That's when I remove my panties and clear the table, trying very hard not to expose myself as I work. If I am very ladylike in my posture I can clear off the table and carry the dishes to the sink without her seeing under my skirt and as long as I concentrate my bad boy will stay small and she won't see it lifting the hem she will be very happy. Of course when I bend to remove the napkin from her lovely lap she will see me and then reach out grabbing my balls. While she holds then and squeezes I will curtsey, enduring the cramping pain just to please her. When she finally releases them I make sure I remain the perfect lady as I walk back into the kitchen and begin cleaning the dishes. We have an electric dishwasher but it all looks so cluttered to her so I simply wash the dishes in the sink, careful to exhibit the most pristine in feminine dignity and grace as I scrape her food and cigarette butts from her plate. There is a special order that I must follow while doing dishes. First the glasses, so the cleanest water is used to remove the water or iced tea from the glasses and to polish out her lipstick stains. Coffee cups and silverware are next, again I use great care to remove the lipstick from them too. It is difficult because the lipstick stains remind me of her lips of how they move when she lets me please her, how they move when she calls me her "cunt boy," "her pretty Tommy," "her gentle tampon" as she comes. That's when she lets me suck her toes and lick her feet as I rub my bad boy and spurt my sticky white into a towel. But I must be careful now, my bad boy must not get hard, not until she tells me to make it hard. I look deep into the dishwater, picture myself swirling in the filthy grease, feeling the food stick to my hair and it softens, my bad boy shrinks before she sees it. Anyway, after the coffee cups and silverware I wash the plates. When I finish them she will check them, first looking for her reflection in the shine and then holding it down under my skirt, making sure my bad boy is soft and then reaching in as squeezing my balls just a pinch. The pots and pans follow the plates so the slightly dirty water still easily cleans off the grease and burnt food. I have scrapers to help but I must always be careful to keep my hands from getting rough. Sometimes she wants me to grasp her breasts in my hands, but my hands must be soft and my fingernails properly polished. If I use too harsh of a detergent or work with the steel wool pad too long my fingers get rough. When I finish washing and drying I put the glasses, silverware, plates and pots and pans away. Once again I must be careful when I reach up so my skirt keeps me modest and then when I bend over I bend at my knees and drop straight down, as graceful and feminine as possible. If I'm not careful she'll sneak up on me and even if I am properly covered she might just reach in and tickle my balls, or grab my bad boy or sometimes simply rub my buttocks. There are other times when she will run her hand down my legs making sure I have shaved them properly, so all she will feel is my smooth, ladylike skin. I make sure I shave them twice a day, along with my face and the bit of hair on my chest. She loves it when I am ready for her and though she'll squeeze my balls anyway, I'll know I did well. And now, I've finished the dishes and cleaned out the sink and await her inspection. Nervously I stand near the sink and watch as she looks as the silverware, making sure it is properly stacked, then the plates, all the flower patterns arranged tastefully. The glasses, cleaned of all lipstick and spots, the pots and pans shining in the bright kitchen light. "You've done very well my pretty Tommy," she says, reaching under my skirt and opening her hand. "Now give me that hard, bad boy." Released from my fetters I picture her lips whispering cunt boy, gentle tampon and my bad boy immediately grows into her hand. Holding him she leads be back to the bedroom and then removes her clothes, handing them to me one by one as I place them gently in the clothes hamper. Once she is naked, in all her immense beauty I take off my apron and skirt, carefully fold them and place them on the corner of the bed. I then take off my blouse and bra, once again folding them and putting them on the bed. The last thing I do is step out of my high heels, but leave on my garter belt and stockings. I stand in front of her, motionless except for the throbbing in my bad boy, waiting for her instructions. After about five minutes she looks up and at me and smiles. "I want your bad boy inside me," she said, moving onto her back and spreading her legs wide enough so I can squeeze in between her legs. I ease my bad boy into her, feeling her warm wetness fold over me, seeing her stomach and enormous breasts begin to jiggle as I push myself to the hilt. Though I start slowly, she wants me to move more quickly, she wants me to bang against her so her flesh quivers with each movement, so the large folds of her labia are pressed out of the way and her clit grinds into me. I fight the urge to come by biting my lip, or counting the silverware in my head as I keep thrusting into her. When she finally moans, "I'm coming pretty Tommy, I'm coming," and her whole body quakes around me I let myself relax. Soon she will rest a bit and then hold up a foot as I lick between her toes and begin stroking my bad boy, stroking my bad, bad boy until I soil her towel with my sticky white. Sometimes she will let me sleep with my head between her legs, lapping up any of her juices as they ooze out of her. But not tonight, instead I pick up the soiled towel and her clothes and carry them to the washer. I then return to her room, pick up my blouse, skirt, apron, and under things and carry them to my room. She will drift to sleep and I will be alone until she awakens in the morning. Morning means breakfast and then breakfast dishes and washing dishes is my favorite. Washing Dishes She watched him as he stood at the kitchen sink. Sitting in the living room, she gazed through the doorway as he washed the plates and stacked them in the draining rack completely unaware of her loving looks as he concentrated on the task at hand. He'd made a delightful dinner but the mood had been dampened by the stressful day she'd had at work. As she vented about this coworker being an idiot and that one being an asshole, he had merely listened attentively and encouraged her to go on with what she was feeling. Even after she had run out of steam in her disparagement of her coworkers, he had known that reliving the stresses of her job would keep her pretty wound up so he simply encouraged her to go relax in the living room while dealt with the dishes. He was a good man and he tried his best to take care of her. She didn't know how she had gotten so lucky in finding him but she was certainly glad she did. He always said that he was the winner in the bargain but in the long run it didn't really matter. They loved each other and were as perfect together as all the old stories portrayed. She always tried to find little ways to show him how much she loved him and in various little ways he let her know that she was loved as well. During the course of her reverie she got an idea. Rising from the couch and walking into the kitchen, she stood behind him and wrapped her arms around his sides, hugging him from behind. She knew he liked the feel of her breasts in his back. Heck, he liked the feel of her breasts anyway he could get it, back...front...or sideways. But in this case he just stood a little straighter as if trying to feel as much of her on his back as possible. She just kept her arms around him and placed her cheek between his shoulder blades. "Are you feeling better? Less frustrated?" he asked without turning around. Despite her arms being around him his hands remained free and he continued to wash the dishes. "Yes, that was a very nice dinner. I appreciate all that you do for me, whether I've had a tough day or not." "Thank you" he said as reached for one of the pans in the sink. "I'm glad you liked it." She didn't say anything but just kept her arms around him for another moment as she felt the warmth radiating from his back and the smooth play of his muscles as he moved. When she started to caress his chest he didn't say anything but she could tell he enjoyed the movement of her hands as he unconsciously pressed back against her. She slid her hands under his shirt and continued to run her fingers gently along his skin but more tenderly and with greater affection. Then she reached down and unbuckled his belt and placed her fingers down the loosened top of his jeans. "Mmm, that's nice," he said with a touch of surprise. From the place where her cheek still rested between his shoulder blades she jokingly said, "Usually you say 'lower'." His voice slipped into basso profundo and he said, "OK, lower." As if of cue, her searching fingers slipped lower into the top of his pants and finally found their way under the waistband of his underwear, grazing the top of his penis. She tickled the soft skin for a moment and then drew her hand back out. "Tease," he said mockingly and started to turn around. She hugged him tighter so that he was unable to face her and she said with a mischievous smile, "No, don't turn around. You keep washing the dishes, I'll show you what kind of a tease I can be." "Hmm...OK." was all he could come up with as she reached down to unbutton his jeans and unzip the fly. She then put her left hand on his chest as the right moved to caress his penis through the fabric of his underwear. He was still relatively soft but she knew she could change that with just a few well placed strokes. Running her fingernails up and down the quickly swelling bulge for a moment, she then slipped her hand inside the soft cotton of his underwear to feel the heat within. As she wrapped her fingers around his thickening shaft she could feel it swell with blood and desire. Holding him gently in her hand, she allowed him to feel her fingers move ever so slightly. She then noticed that he had stopped washing the dishes and was just standing there almost transfixed by her caresses. Though she couldn't see his face, she could imagine that his eyes were closed and he was totally enraptured by the moment. "Umm...dishes for you, my good man. I've got my hands full." She said breaking the spell that she had placed him under. He replied from some far away place "Yeah...dishes." and reached to grab another pan. As he began to wash the pan she moved her hands to his hips and slowly pulled his jeans and shorts down to his ankles. He gasped in surprise and said, "It's going to be a little hard to wash dishes with my pants around my ankles." Still standing behind him she reached back in front to take his erection in her hand and said, "It already seems pretty hard. You worry about the dishes and I'll worry about you." She held his now full erection in her hand for a moment just giving the occasional squeeze around the base to make sure he was fully aroused. She loved feeling him get hard in her hands, feeling the hot blood fill the tissues as his manhood rose to her touch, knowing that she had the power to bring him pleasure with just the embrace of her fingers. She began to slowly caress his shaft, just letting her hand glide along the smooth warm skin until she reached the head and then gave it a playful squeeze. He moaned softly as he paused in his duties to make sure he didn't drop the pan he had almost forgotten about. She then circled his penis with her entire hand as she had seen him do on those occasions when he stroked himself while she watched. She could just imagine that it felt to him the same as when he pleasured himself but realized it must be better since she was doing it for him. Moving her hand up and down his length slowly and sensually caused him to moan again and put down the pan he had been scrubbing. He placed both hands on the edge of the sink as he let himself feel the full effects of her delightful hands. She also stopped and relaxed her grip without letting go and whispered seductively in his ear, "Don't stop, we're not done yet." His voice was almost hoarse when he replied, "That's funny, I was about to say the same thing." And he picked up the pan to continue washing. She stroked him a couple more times and then a bit of inspiration caused her to reach over to the side of the sink and gather some of the dish soap in the palm of her hand. She spread the soap on his throbbing cock and started to stroke him again. The lubrication allowed her hand to glide over him and surprisingly he became harder still. She moved her hand up and down from head to base and back again giving him full strokes in the same rhythm they shared when making love. After a moment she could feel the muscles in his hips and back start to tense and she could tell that he was close. Not losing the rhythm but increasing the pressure caused him to straighten up and press closer to her. When she felt the first pulses in his twitching cock she moved her hand up to the head and caressed it, folded it within her hand, and gently squeezed the engorged knob in a way that she knew would bring him the greatest pleasure then continued sliding up and down the full shaft. His body tensed still further as his hips started to rock back and forth slightly. With a deep guttural moan he tensed again and exploded. Long ropes of cum shot from his pulsing cock and a cry of ecstasy escaped from deep within his throat. His whole body convulsed with the orgasm as she kept stroking him and he kept coming again and again. Finally his body started to relax but she kept her hand on his penis, stroking more gently but determined to milk all of the essence out of him. When his penis started to deflate a little, she pulled her hand away and reached down to pull his pants up to his hips. He just leaned against the side of the sink and breathed heavily. Eventually he managed to say, "Thank you. I'm so glad I married someone who appreciates hard work." And then he turned around, gathered her up in his arms and kissed her deeply and sensually. After breaking away from the kiss she looked up at him and said, "Why don't you get cleaned up while I finish these dishes. And then I want you to meet me in the bedroom because I plan on getting some more hard work out of you." Washing Dishes With Plus As I sit here watching you standing in front of the sink washing dishes it occurs to me how sexy you look. My eyes wander up and down your entire body over and over again. You are talking about the days events which normally hold my interest but right now all I can muster is an occasional "uh ha" or "yes, baby". I am just too distracted to hold this conversation with you but you are still oblivious and keep chatting on and on. I watch as you bend over the sink and drop your big hands into the soapy water. Your tight ass demands my full attention and my eyes are riveted on it as I notice your occasional slight shift to place a clean dish on the drain board. It seems as if you are trying to entice me but I know that you are not because you are still chatting incessantly. Your back is turned to me...you cannot see the hunger, the lust, the love in my eyes. Your little dance back and forth while you wash and place the dishes, as well as knowing that there is nothing on underneath your jeans is too much for me. I get up out of my chair, walk up behind you, place my hands on your ass, and begin to slowly massage it. You turn slightly towards me, stop in mid-sentence and say, "Baby, I am doing the dishes!" "So" I answer, "dishes can wait." "No, baby I want to get them done and out of the way." If you would just turn and see the look in my eyes, you'd know you're fighting a losing battle. Still behind you, still massaging your asscheeks I get up on my tiptoes, lean into you and whisper "Baby, I know how much you love it when I touch your ass." "Yes babe, I do love it...just not right now." Your attempts to dissuade me do not work. In fact they make me want you more. I press myself into you and know that you can feel my hard nipples against your back. Reaching my hands around you, I slide them up under your T-shirt and run my hands all over your hard chest. "Sweetheart, I really want to get these dishes out of the way, so if you would just step back... " Ignoring you, my hands move down your belly. I rub your chest, and with my other hand, I lift your shirt over your back, and slick your skin with wet kisses. Undressing you, I move my hands to your pants, and slowly unbutton and unzip your jeans. Pulling your pants open, I reach in, my hands playing over you. Both hands move back to your tight ass, caressing, rubbing, and loving it. I slide your pants down, letting them pool at your ankles. But.... you are still washing those damn dishes. I move my index finger from the bottom of your ass crack all the way to the top and down again several times. I feel your entire body begin to relax. My hands reach further until I find your balls. I trace my fingernails all over them. "Baby, please......." but your voice trails off. I coddle your balls in my hands, caressing them gently. Oh my God babe...how good it feels to touch you. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, I know that you are mine. Playing with your balls, pressing into you, I have no idea if your beautiful cock is aroused or not but judging by your sighs and your soft moans, I suspect that it is. All of a sudden you turn around, causing my hands to release your balls. And there you stand in all of your magnificent glory before me. Dear God, what have I done to deserve you? Your cock is thick and hard...my efforts have paid off. You bend to kiss me passionately and I return your kiss. Our tongues intertwined, probing, searching one another. Your hands reach down to grasp and remove my T-shirt. Looking into your eyes with hunger and love, I reach back to unfasten my bra and let it fall to the floor. The look on your face is precious. One of amazement, of awe, of love. "Russell, have me...have all of me." You take my breast and cup it with your hand. With your other hand, you rub my nipple between your thumb and index finger. My pleasure is obvious. I reach for your head and guide your lips to my breast and ask you to suckle me. At first, you start softly, slowly, sweetly. Then you suck harder and faster and take my other nipple between your thumb and index finger and pinch slightly. Holding you, my nails dig into your shoulders. The wetness of your mouth, the suckling, the pinching all causing me to squirm and moan as I reach for your very hard, very thick cock and begin to stroke you lovingly. Up and down, my hands caress your hardness. I feel your touch as you slide your thumbs into the waistband of my panties and with one motion, pull them down my legs. There we both stand, you with your jeans around your feet and me with my panties around mine. You let out a deep hearty laugh and we both bend to step out of our clothes. As I straighten up, I feel your palm pressing against my mound and I press back. I feel your fingers part my lips and begin to slide along my very wet, very slick pussy. Finding my bud...you tantalize it with your thumb and I moan uncontrollably. And you stop. Shocked and dismayed I glare at you. You place your hands on my hips and swoop me up into you as I wrap my legs around you. We kiss very hungrily, not wanting to stop, as you set me down and place my ass on the counter. My legs still wrapped around you, you reach behind and unclasp them. I sit before you...wide open for whatever your pleasure may be. Quickly you dive into my pussy, your tongue licking, kissing, and gliding, your moustache tickling me. I squirm and moan and squirm and moan. My pussy is dripping wet because of you. Your tongue and lips find my hard, swollen clit and concentrate on it as you slide your finger into me. Immediately you find that precious spot that only you have found. You rub and tease until I cannot take much more. And then...another finger slides in. My hips gyrate to the rhythm of your fingers and your tongue. We rock together right there on the kitchen counter. I am about to come when all of a sudden you stop and look at me. Your face is soaked and you are wearing your big, silly grin. I cannot resist it baby and you know it. I pull you up towards me and kiss and lick myself from your face. Your mouth, your lips, your tongue, your chin. Sweet baby, I love you so much. You pull away from me after I am satisfied and hold the tip of your cock before my pussy. "Baby, please, please, please, put it in." You don't speak a word but begin to slowly rub the tip of your swollen cock between my pussy lips. Your cock glides with all of my wetness and your precum. Your teasing drives me insane. I want your cock; I need your cock to fill me. I tell you over and over to push it in. But no... you won't. "Baby", you say, "I told you I wanted to get the dishes done and out of the way." You step back and in doing so your cock is no longer teasing my pussy. OMG, he was not kidding, I think to myself. I look down feeling a little dejected but mostly needy. All of a sudden I feel your hands on my knees pushing my legs open again as you swiftly slam your cock inside me. Sweet Jesus, the hardness, the thickness of it fills me completely. You begin to pull back and I squeeze it hard because I am not sure if you are teasing or not. I won't let it go. Hands on your shoulders, nails digging in, I push myself into you until your thick cock fills me completely once again. As much as you want to you, cannot hold back any longer and begin to thrust your hard, throbbing cock in and out of my pussy. My pussy squeezes with every thrust. With reckless abandon we pound one another with pleasure. Kissing passionately, your thick, hard, throbbing cock continues to thrust in and out of my hot wet pussy. Faster and faster you push and pull back. Faster and faster I rock with you. "Russell...faster baby, I am going to come. Come with me babe." A few more thrusts and ecstasy is ours. We shake uncontrollably. We moan uncontrollably. Our bodies writhe together in deep passion. We quiver to a stop, helpless, spent. I kiss your face, draw back and say, "Russell baby, don't you think you should get the dishes done and out of the way?"