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Clean Up

By: redbiscuit



"I'm all set to go roller-blading," I thought, "just need Monique to show up and we can hit the trail." I'd been waiting all week for this opportunity to be out with Monique.

"Hey, Jason you ready to go?" I heard her say as she walked up from the parking lot.

While she approached I thought, "Am I ever," she was wearing a fairly tight tank top that accentuated her breasts and shorts, which, while decent left a definite impression.

"You bet, but you may do a little better if you wear the skates instead of carrying them around," I said as she plunked down on the grass beside me.

I watched as she was pulling on her skates, "her legs are beautiful," I thought. As my eyes traced the contour of her legs I couldn't help but notice that her shorts were riding up a little, and the view that was offered gave just a hint of her hidden charms.

"How far do you want to go?" she asked, with a smile.

Whoops, "How far are you willing to go?" I returned.

"I usually go all the way, but I'm out of practice and may need to rest. The trail goes near my house, so we can stop there and decide what our final destination will be."

"Ok."

We started down the trail, side by side; getting the feel of the skates, neither one of us is what you might call an expert at roller-blading. Soon enough though we were making pretty good time, talking about work and mutual friends. The trail wasn't too crowded especially for such a hot sunny day, just enough so that we couldn't stay next to each other the whole time, not that I minded having to drop behind to let someone pass. I may have even lingered to the rear a few times lost in the motion of her body.

After we had gone about 2 miles we were both pretty hot, and while it didn't seem that we were going that fast, my legs were starting to feel the effects of our exertions. Monique started to slow down and said, "There is my house up on the left."

"Cool," I thought, "I could use a drink about now."

We pulled up to a gate in a fence and in we went.

"Wow, nice place Monique," I said, not just flattery either, while it wasn't a mansion it was good sized, the yard was an interesting montage of native plants and the whole back was surrounded by an eight foot privacy fence.

"Thanks, you should have seen it when I moved in, I finally have it set up the way I like it. Come up to the porch we can take our skates off and I'll give you the tour."

"Tour first or drink?" she asked, when we had removed the skates.

"Drink."

"Have a seat and I'll bring it out, you want a towel?"

"Please," I said, now that I wasn't moving the sweat was starting to drip off me.

While I was looking out over the yard Monique glided up behind me and draped a towel over my head and said, "Drinks coming up!" as she moved away her fingers lightly drifted down my back and were gone. 

While she was gone I took off my sweaty shirt and started toweling off.

She returned with the drinks, nice cold water, and sat down across from me with a towel hung across her neck, and took a drink. "Damn it's hot," she complained, and with no further adieu she pulled her shirt off. The world froze in that moment I didn't mean to stare, but seeing Monique clad only in a sports bra and shorts was somewhat of a shock, her breasts were perfect, just the right size and crowned with pert nipples that strained for release from the confining fabric. Monique calmly toweled the sweat from her delectable torso, and when our eyes met a thrill ran through me. 

"Come on, I'll give you that tour now," she said. 

As I stood, I couldn't help but be self-conscious of the bulge tenting my shorts, would she notice? I saw her eyes flick across my body as we started into the house; was that a slight smile?

"Where do you want to start?" she asked

"I like to start at the top and go down," I said, "but you are the tour guide and I place myself in your capable hands."

"Mmm, I like that too," she said as we walked towards the stairs, "Please keep you hands, and," she glanced down my body, "other extremities inside the ride at all times"

"I may have a problem with that," I thought, because as we mounted the stairs, my eyes were directly in line with her bottom. "Do teeth count?" I wondered.

When we got to the top of the stairs, directly in front of us, was a bedroom. There was a double bed, dresser and night table in the room, not much else though just a few knick-knacks.

"Here we have the guest room," she explained, "I don't entertain very often, but if the need should arise..."

We exited the room and turned right down the hall. The next room was a bathroom. We crowded into the doorway, my hip and leg lightly touching her side; she flipped on the light.

"This is one of the best features about my house, both the bathtubs are Jacuzzis and they are big, big enough for two people, even if one of them is your height."

While I was admiring the tub she turned sideways and slid across my body as she exited the bathroom. Her Lycra encased breasts rubbed against my chest as she went by, her prominent nipples a stiff counter point to the supple flesh of her bosom. "Come this way and I'll show you my home office."

I took one last look at the bathtub, thinking I could use a cold shower about now, and followed her toward the next room. When I got there she was reaching for the mouse and closed an application with a picture on it. I didn't have enough time to identify the image, but there seemed to be a lot of flesh tones in it.

"Doing some artwork?" I asked. The ensuing flush spoke volumes as to what had been on the screen. "I'd like to see your work sometime."

The red deepened and spread to cover the upper portion of her chest. "When the tour is done maybe I'll give you a sampling of my portfolio."

She proceeded to show me her set up. "I'd like to be able to do more work from here, but Bob likes to have us within arms reach at the office, and I would miss the personal interactions."

"I know what you mean, I talked to Bob about working from home too. He doesn't mind if it is an occasional thing, but don't try to make a habit out of it."

"Shall we continue?" she asked and we went back out into the hall. "That room is just for storage, not much to see," she said as we went by a closed door.

"Here is my bedroom," she said stopping in the doorway of an immense room. I hadn't expected her to stop at the doorway and I ran right into her back, the not so soft bulge in my shorts pressed directly into the crease of her shorts. It felt like she pushed back into me for a second but then she walked the rest of the way into the room. She turned looked me right in the eyes and tugged at the legs of her shorts. It was my turn to blush. There was a wry smile on her lips as she led me into the room.

The master suite (too plush to be called anything less) was luxurious. The bathroom had a full size Jacuzzi tub, shower stall, double sinks and plenty of cabinet space. The bedroom proper had a king-size bed, walk-in closet, several dressers and a fully stocked bookshelf.

Monique noticed that my gaze lingered on the books and said, "I love to read in bed. "

"Me too, what kinds of stuff do you like?" 

"I like to read all sorts, you can take a look at what I've got after we finish the tour if you'd like."

"Would you like to go down now?" she asked.

"By all means" I replied.

As we retraced our path to the stairs, I was starting to get a little nervous, my shorts were already bulging to the point were it was getting embarrassing, not to mention uncomfortable, but then again if her nipples got any harder the fabric of her bra was sure to fail, the thought of which didn't do my problem any good. Besides, from the looks I'd noticed she seemed to enjoy the state she had put me in.

We went down the stairs and resumed our tour in the kitchen. It was arranged in a utilitarian fashion, everything seemed to have its place. While we were in there, we decided to refill our glasses. She opened the refrigerator, to get the chilled water.

"Not a lot of food in there," I said, looking over her shoulder "but you seem to have a corner on the canned whipped cream market."

She said, "Everything is better with whipped cream on it."

"Everything?" I said.

She smiled and said "Well, maybe not everything, but I've been know to make a mean "Banana Split."

We finished our drinks and moved on to the dining room, in which there was a sturdy table, and buffet.

"I rarely use this room, I never have enough people over to warrant it," she said. With that she quickly ushered me into the living room. You could tell this was "her" room when we walked in, there was a comfortable looking couch, coffee table, small entertainment area, and books. At first glance it seemed that there were books everywhere. The room had a well lived-in look. 

"Care to guess where I the do bulk of my reading?" she said, as she sat down on the couch motioning me to have a seat as well.

I sat down at the other end of the couch and we both turned to face the other. She had drawn up a knee for a more comfortable position. My eyes seemed to have a will of their own as they slid up her leg, and came to rest at the juncture of her thigh and shorts. When my mind caught up with my eyes I saw that I had a clear view of her panty-encased mound. Her panties had a transparency too them that peaked my desire to examine this vision closer, a few renegade curls peeked around the leg bands, and I could just make out the contours of her sex. I tore my gaze from that tasty view and looked up to her face. She had a somewhat glazed look on her face, but she wasn't looking at my eyes she was looking lower. I looked down; I had assumed the same sitting position.

"Well," I thought, "Do I reach down and cover myself?"

As this thought occurred to me, I saw her hand reach down toward her shorts, "So much for the view," I thought. I followed her hand down; she rested it on her thigh and slowly moved it up until she cupped herself through her underwear. She looked up at me, smiled and very deliberately slid her hand up while her eyes tracked down my hairless chest, crossed the boundary of my shorts and came to rest on my ever-increasing bulge. She then began to move her fingers across her panties, each movement alternately tightened and relaxed the thin cloth, exposing, covering, giving a quick peek and quickly hiding it. 

My hand began to move toward my lengthening problem, Monique said, "Don't move, just watch."

I returned my gaze to her hand movements; she stopped, and moved to a more comfortable position, when her hand returned she slowly peeled her panties to the side. Her excitement was obvious, she ran her hand up the length, and her fingers glistened. I too was conscious of a growing wetness; it had to be pretty apparent to her that she had me in quite a state.

Monique slowly ran her fingers through her cleft; lightly touching the lips, teasing herself as she only briefly paused on her clit before moving on. With her left hand she began to pinch at her nipples.

"Let me see it," she whispered thickly.

Using the last vestige of my self-control, I slowly reached down and rubbed myself through my shorts, and said "This?"

I then reached into the leg opening, as she had done, and carefully pulled the underwear to the side freeing my penis.

She leaned forward and reached out with her finger, wiping a drop from the end of my penis and then resumed her play. Her touch had sent shivers throughout my body. Then sat up on her knees, pushed me further back on the couch and kissed me. As we kissed we took the opportunity to explore. Her hands rubbed across my chest, she paused at each nipple to give it a pinch. "Hey, two can play at that game," I slid my hands under the tight of her sports bra and pushed it up, she raised her arms so I could slip it off. I caressed her breasts, and gave each nipple a pinch in return. They seemed to like the attention. I pushed her back and flicked my tongue at them.

She pushed me away and laid back on the couch, unbuttoning her shorts as she leaned back. When she lifted her hips I reached out and pulled her shorts and panties over her ass and down her legs, and threw them to the floor. Monique then sat up shoved me back and pulled the rest of my clothes off. Kneeling on the side of the couch she took me in her hand and gave the tip a little lick. Her lips enveloped my swollen head, "Mmmm," I moaned, which elicited a muffled chuckle. "Let me taste you," I said. In reply she gripped my penis harder and "dragged" me to the floor.

Monique turned her body and positioned herself over me. She was excited, I nibbled on the hollow of her thigh and slid my tongue over her clit. She gasped and leaned forward to take me into her mouth. I savored the moment, my mouth on a delicious treat, her hand gently tugging on my balls... Wanting to please her I darted my tongue this way and that, probing, sucking. Soon I felt her tense her hips rocking, pushing for that last bit of contact that she needed. I pushed a finger into her and she cried out, and slumped down in release. I gently kissed and licked her, enjoying her flavor.

After a few minutes, she turned around and holding me in her hand guided me between her lips. The sensation was incredible when she slowly sunk down on my length. She stayed still for a moment, and then began to rock back and forth slowly at first and then with gathering speed. I put my hands on her hips as she bent to kiss me. I began to meet her thrusts as the rush towards climax began, When she tightened her muscles, I started to come, she speed up her efforts and with a final squeeze found her own dizzying orgasm.

Sitting up she pushed my arms above my head and kissed me. She slid forward a little letting my partially erect cock slip out of her and slap wetly against my stomach.

Monique pushed down on my arms pinning me and said, "I think you have something to cleanup before we move on to other activities." She then slid herself up my body and before I had a chance to react she was kneeling on my arms with her wet lips poised above my mouth. I could see a small drop of my come dangling from one of her lips. As I watched it broke free and fell to my lips.

"Lick it," she said.

Tentatively I put my tongue out and lapped at her clit. "Ahh, that feels nice," she said, "but what I want is for you to take care of the deposit that you left behind. Open you mouth." When she saw me comply she reached down and spread herself and said, "Watch."

I looked, spread as she was I could see a veritable lake of come. I saw her tense the muscles of her abdomen. I knew what was coming and pinned as I was there was no stopping the big drop of my own come from dripping right into my mouth. The taste wasn't like I had expected. I felt my self, start to harden with the thought of licking the rest of it out and cleaning her. I put my tongue out and she squeezed some more out. "That's it," she said. Every time she tensed I got deluged with semen, the slippery substance coating my lips and tongue. Watching it pour out of her was immensely exciting. Some of the sperm ran down her crack and hung right on her asshole. I leaned into her and delicately lapped it up with my tongue. Hearing her groan I continued to tongue her ass for a minute. When I moved back to catch some more, she grabbed my head and said "Put your tongue in me and suck out the rest." I obeyed with exuberance. I put my mouth over her I started to lick the inside of her cleft, sucking gently on her flushed lips, and occasionally slipping over her clit. She ground herself into my face and started to come, her own juices combining with mine and flowing copiously into my waiting mouth. As she wound down she slid off my chest and began to kiss and lick my sticky face.

"You liked that", she said, as she reached down and tugged on my rejuvenated cock.

I replied, "It certainly wasn't what I expected. I definitely liked being 'forced' to do it."

"Do you want to play some more games like this? I liked forcing you to do it too, and I have a few ideas about some other things I would like to do with you", she said. "How about we skate back to park, and get our cars. You can go home and get cleaned up, come back here and submit to my will."

She said that last part with a grin spreading across her face, and I considered her offer.

"I won't do anything that would hurt you," she said, "I may make you feel embarrassed, and maybe expand your sexual horizons, but you can always say 'stop' and I will."

"OK, I think I am up to the challenge. Let's see what you can dish out", I said.

"It's not what I can dish out that will be the challenge," She said enigmatically.

We got up and pulled our clothes on, and skated back to the park. She didn't say much as we skated, just looked at me now and then with a devilish smile.

When we got to our cars, she embraced me and said, "I'll see you at 7:00, don't come early, I will be out, I have to pick up a few things. But be ready for some interesting activities."

"See you soon", I said, pressing my lips to hers. 

Clean Up



Back when my wife and I first started using the Internet we only had dial-up service. I remember being excited when one provider gave more minutes a month than our current one because it meant more time we could discover this new world. We of course looked for pictures at the time and also started looking for a lover to join us for a 3 way. I had no idea at the time we would be able to download full length porn movies a few years later. Our house had a living room and dining room combined and a wall separated our kitchen. We didn't have a dinning room table at the time so our computer sat in what was suppose to be the dinning room on a low table. I don't remember what it looked like but it was probably a coffee table and we would sit on foot stools to browse. It was to the side of the room in front of a window that looked out to our neighbors house. The computer there oddly enough looked out their window toward our house, and often I would see his 19 year old trophy wife on the computer and wonder what she was doing or how hot it would be too see her lick my wifes pussy. 

One night we were up late looking at porn pictures we had downloaded and got turned on to the point I convinced her to have sex in the dinning room on the floor. I laid down and Sara got on top and rode my cock till I came deep in her. Out of the blue, knowing she had not cum yet, I guided her hips up off my cock and slid down under her and proceeded to lick her pussy to orgasm. In the process I had done my first of many cleanups I would do on Sara. She had a powerful orgasm and we went to bed and fucked again and went to sleep. Nothing more was said of it. 

A few years later after getting home from working out of town one night Sara and I were playing getting each other worked up and she asked me to go down on her. I said "I need to fuck you now." 

She almost lit up and asked "Then you will go down on me?" 

"Yes," I said and proceeded to unload a weeks worth of cum inside my hot wife. I kissed her after I had cum almost delaying what I had promised her.

She whispered in my ear "Clean me up and make me cum." I couldn't resist and went down. I licked tentatively at first then sucked the cum out of her before lapping my tongue in and out. Finally, when no more cum was in her, I licked her clitoris and got her off. She had one of the most powerful orgasms I have ever given her and I knew then how much she enjoyed this kink. 

With the evolution of the Internet I have found a treasure box of porn, anything I can think of I can probably find. I used to download shorter clips and piece them together on a DVD and then Sara and I would watch it before or when we have sex. Lots of times I will push the envelope a little with her because her strict upbringing means she wont tell me what she wants to see, I almost have to show her something and judge her reaction. For example pregnant women having sex with other women turns me on but Sara said it was wrong and had no reaction to it so I dropped that topic off the discs. Seeing a woman fuck a guy with a strap-on didn't upset her so I try to include at least one scene like that as one day I hope Sara will fuck me. One clip I found was exactly as it happened in our dinning room , it was only about 30 seconds long but it shows a lady riding a cock and after the guy blows inside her she slides up his chest and sits on his face. The clip cuts off as he is licking her but after Sara saw it she rode me and slid up and I cleaned our combined cum out of her and got another erection in the process . I have looked for others but they are not so easy to find, I have found a couple with a woman going down on another woman after a guys blows in her but cleaning up after yourself is not so well documented. Maybe one day I will setup a video camera and show the world how its done.



Clean Up -- Aisle Eight



Mind my pen name. If you're looking for the likely, then you're in the wrong place. What happens in my stories may not be all that plausible, but that's what fantasy is all about. I reject your reality, and substitute my own. Hope my reality gets you hot. Drop me a line and let me know if you like it, or if you find something I messed up, because I do that frequently.

****

Sandra groaned as she hung up the phone. Naturally, Rob would call in on the night that she had to close the store. Now she was stuck with only a couple of bag boys and cashiers, and all of the night-stocking to take care of.

A quick peek out the window of the office took away her frown, however. She knew that Daniel would stay over without much complaint, if she asked him. He'd always been a little sweet on her, ever since she'd been his babysitter years ago. He needed the extra money to pay for his car, too.

"Daniel, pick up on the red line. Daniel, pick up on the red line," she paged, and saw him walking toward one of the intercom phones.

"Yeah?" Dan answered.

"Could you do me a really big favor? Rob just called in, and I need someone to stay over to fill the sugar, and all the other fast-movers."

"Sure, Sandra. No problem."

"Thanks, Sweetie," Sandra said, and then hung up the intercom. With that taken care of, she returned to counting down the drawers, and the minutes until she could lock the doors.

An hour later, she locked up the store. For once, the doors were closed at ten, instead of a half an hour later because someone had wandered in at the last minute. The other three employees were out the door within a minute or so. Sandra took off her smock with a sigh of relief, and returned to the office. She could hear the sound of Daniel pulling a cart from the back room as she closed the door.

Thankfully, all of the drawers came out right. Sandra leaned back and put her hands behind her head, relieved that she only had to print out a few things, check the coolers, and the back doors before she could leave.

The door swung open, and Daniel leaned in. Sandra saw his eyes widen, and immediately sat up. Sitting with her hands behind her head had thrust out her full breasts into a display that had drawn Daniel's eyes like a magnet.

"Uhm... Do you want me to check the milk?" He asked with just a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Yes, please," Sandra answered, her cheeks growing a little warm. His gaze had embarrassed her a little, but she also couldn't help but feel a touch flattered that a guy ten years younger than her would look at her that way. She was pushing thirty and single, so she was willing to accept the ego boost.

Daniel nodded, his eyes darting back to her breasts for just a fraction of a second, and then he stepped back out of the doorway.

Sandra covered her mouth with her hand and let out a silent chuckle. After a shake of her head, she started working on the print-outs. As soon as they completed, she stood up, stretched, and left the office to make the rounds of the coolers, checking the temperature gauges.

All of the coolers were running fine, and she saw that the milk was full when she reached that cooler. She'd heard the baler running at about the time she started her rounds, so she assumed that Daniel was finishing up. She didn't see him when she walked into the back room, and wondered if she'd just missed him going out the opposite set of doors.

All of the back doors were locked up tight, but Sandra ran into a surprise when she grabbed the knob of the door at the back of the bakery department. "Oh," she groaned, and turned her palm to see the frosting on her hand.

With an explosive sigh of frustration, she walked to the backroom bathroom to wash it off. As soon as she reached the door to the women's restroom, she groaned. The out-of-order sign meant that the sink had probably sprung a leak again before she'd arrived for the day.

Sandra shook her head in frustration and walked to the men's restroom instead. She pushed open the door, and froze with a wide-eyed stare.

Daniel ceased the rapid pumping of his hand over his cock, to try to cover himself, and hide a picture of her at the same time.

Sandra couldn't take her eyes off of him. It had been weeks since she'd had sex, and Daniel had the most gorgeous cock she'd ever laid eyes on. He wasn't huge, but he certainly wasn't small, either. He was undoubtedly bigger than the last two men she'd been with. She'd always thought of him as the little boy that she'd babysat, but he was anything but a little boy in her eyes now.

Sandra's feet were moving before she even realized what she was doing, but she didn't fight it. Daniel managed to pull up his underwear, but he was still struggling to zip his jeans over his erection when she let the door swing closed behind her.

Arousal surged like a bonfire through Sandra. "Do you need a hand?"

"Wha..." Daniel responded, his face beet red and his voice full of shame.

Sandra's voice dropped into a sensual whisper as she reached out to squeeze his cock. "Do you need a hand?" She didn't wait for an answer, but tugged down on his underwear instead.

Daniel made a few inarticulate sounds as she pulled his briefs completely away from his cock. She licked her lips as she saw it up close, and wrapped her hand around it to feel it throb at the same time. Daniel gasped, his eyes widening.

Sandra looked back up into his eyes and asked, "What were you thinking about?"

His eyes flickered down to her breasts, silently answering the question, even if his lips couldn't.

"Would you like to see them?"

The embarrassment drained out of Daniel's face when he responded, "Yeah."

Sandra released him just long enough to pull her blouse over her head, and remove her bra. "Do you like them?"

"Fuckin' awesome," Daniel answered as he reached out to squeeze one.

"Mmm — I like your cock too," Sandra said as she wrapped her hand around it once more.

Daniel groaned as Sandra rasped her hand up and down his shaft. What little bit of steel had left him returned quickly, leaving him once more rock hard in her grip. She thought about getting down on her knees to suck him, but decided against it when she thought about kneeling on the men's room floor. A little kink that she'd never tried was calling out to her, anyway.

"Oh fuck, Sandra," Daniel breathed as she stroked him fast in her hand. He kept squeezing and stroking her breasts, fascinated by the large, firm globes.

Sandra had never actually seen a man come. She'd always taken guys in her mouth, or her pussy. The thought of watching him shoot turned her on, and she was determined to make it happen.

She didn't have to wait long. Daniel was already on the edge when she'd walked in on him. In only a few seconds, he was breathing heavily, growling, and groaning from her fast stroking hand.

Sandra had never really paid close attention to a man's cock while giving him a handjob, because it usually didn't last long. The feeling of his skin sliding over the hard core was fascinatingly unique. The tip swelled, turning purple and oozing a clear drop of pre-cum. She could feel him throbbing in her hand, and the contractions of his muscles trying to pull the hard organ away from his body. She could hear the moist sound of the slit in the tip opening and closing with every stroke of her hand.

Long before she was ready for it to end, his growls tightened, as did his muscles, and he came with an explosive cry.

Sandra moaned as his cream spurted up, to drip down her hand and his cock. Three hard squirts arched into the air as he trembled and jerked.

"Oh, that's a lot of cum," Sandra said as she stopped stroking to squeeze him, milking out a final ooze of cream over his tip.

"Holy — fuck," Daniel breathed between gasps for breath.

Sandra moaned again, and brought her cum-covered hand to her lips. She licked it clean while Daniel leaned against the wall, his twitching cock still dribbling onto the floor and his jeans. She couldn't resist the sight.

"F-fuck," Daniel exclaimed as she bent over, placing her hands on the wall on either side of him, and licked him clean with several fast strokes of her tongue. She ended with a little suck on the tip as he tried to push her away, and then stood back up.

Since it was all he could do to remain standing, even propped up against the wall, Sandra unrolled some of the bathroom tissue onto her hand. She daubed the drops of cum from his pants first, and then squatted down to wipe up what had made it to the floor. Another pull from the roll wiped off the worst of the frosting, which she'd completely forgotten about. By this time, Daniel had caught his breath.

"Do you do that a lot — think about me and stroke your cock?"

"All the time."

"Mmm — I think I'm probably going to finger myself a lot thinking about you, from now on." Sandra pressed her fingers tight into the crotch of her jeans and shivered.

Now that the heat of catching him masturbating and helping him finish had worn off, Sandra couldn't stop thinking about where she was, and it wasn't exactly turning her on. She picked up her blouse and bra from the sink, and crooked her finger to Daniel before opening the bathroom door.

Sandra strutted, letting her denim-clad ass sway for his eyes. He followed, as if in a trance, holding up his jeans as he walked. Sandra knew exactly where she was going, and a crooked grin spread across her face as she walked through the back room to the produce area.

The produce manager constantly hit on her, and had obviously slept through the sexual harassment video. She just ignored him, but now she had the perfect plan for revenge. Once she reached his desk, she tossed her bra and blouse on one corner, and turned around. She cupped one of her breasts, and twitched her eyebrows upward.

Daniel caught the hint, and leaned in to suck on her right nipple.

Sandra caressed the back of his head, her passion surging. "Mmm, Dan. That feels good. Don't make the other one jealous."

He let her nipple go with a wet pop, and engulfed the other in his lips. Though she normally preferred something more gentle, his aggressive, hungry sucking was making her incredibly hot. She reached down to unbutton her jeans, and slipped a hand into her panties.

"That's so good, Dan. You're making me so wet," she told him as she rubbed her pussy. The denim was making it too difficult, so she pulled away from him to push her jeans down. His eyes dropped to her panties as she stripped off her shoes and jeans as quickly as possible.

Once she deposited her jeans atop her other clothing, Sandra tugged on the tail of Daniel's t-shirt. He pulled it over his head, revealing his defined, if not overly muscular chest and abs. She offered a moan of approval, and hooked her thumbs beneath her panties.

"Ah man," Dan muttered as Sandra let her panties drop to her ankles, revealing her pussy, trimmed in dark curls.

Sandra pinched the cotton between her toes and lifted her panties so that she could place them atop the pile of clothing. Dan reached between her legs, and she moaned from the touch as she stepped back. A quick kick sent the office chair rolling out of the way, and Sandra hopped up onto the desk. She scooted back, spreading her legs wide at the same time.

Dan wore a wide, still slightly surprised smile as he watched her rub her pussy. Sandra asked, "Do you like watching me play with it?"

"It's hot."

Sandra let out a chuckling little moan and brought her fingers to her lips to suck them clean. She then raised a finger to indicate that he should wait, and slid off of the desk again. His eyes followed her as she walked naked to the cooler door.

The rush of chilly air from the cooler stiffened her nipples even more, causing Sandra to shiver. She located what she was looking for, and pulled the lid off of a box of cucumbers. The kinkiness of what she was doing with Dan already made her want to push the boundaries even more. She selected one about the same thickness as Daniel's cock, and brought it back out of the cooler.

Dan's eyes widened when he saw the vegetable in her hand. She wiggled it with a little smile, and then took it to the sink to wash it, stroking it much as she had his cock only a few minutes earlier.

Sandra turned off the water and returned to the desk, sliding atop it with her legs spread once more. She brought the cucumber to her pussy lips, which caused her to yelp and twitch. "Ooo, that's cold," she said, and then giggled before pressing the vegetable between her legs again.

A long groan escaped Sandra as she pushed the cucumber into her pussy. She pumped it in and out, looking up into Daniel's eyes, though his gaze was on the pussy-slick vegetable. When he reached between his legs to adjust his cock, Sandra gasped and added two fingers circling her clit.

Sandra moaned and gasped as she fucked her pussy for him. She knew that her juices were dripping out onto the desk, which was her little revenge on the crass produce manager.

"Are you going to come?"

"Oh, I'm getting close," Sandra responded. "Do you want to see me come?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Mmm hmm," Sandra moaned as she pumped the cucumber faster. Her sounds of pleasure grew louder as she felt the itch of an orgasm building inside her. The vegetable made squishing sounds as she rammed it into her soaked pussy. She was positive that she'd never been this wet in all her life.

"Oh god, so close," Sandra panted as she neared her peak. Daniel was now squeezing his cock as he watched, and she could tell that he was growing hard again.

"Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Gonna..." She never finished, because she exploded into orgasm at that moment. Sandra rammed the cucumber deep inside her, holding it with both hands as the waves of ecstasy flowed through her.

Sandra trembled and twitched, her walls clamping down tight on the vegetable inside her. Her breathing was little more than sharp gasps, followed by squeals and whimpers.

"Oh — fucking wow," Daniel muttered as she came, his eyes drinking in her quivering body.

Finally, the initial shock passed, and Sandra pulled the cucumber free of her clinging sheathe. That set off another quake within her, but she took control of her body this time. Her hand was still trembling when she brought the cucumber to her mouth to suck it clean, though.

"I wanna eat your pussy," Dan blurted out.

Sandra sucked in a sharp gasp, and then let out an excited moan as she crooked her fingers to him. Dan smiled, and grabbed the chair to pull it back in front of the desk.

It took Sandra a few seconds to wriggle into position with her hands behind her for support, but as soon as she did, Daniel dived into her pussy with the same eager energy that he'd shown when sucking her nipples.

"Oh — god yes. Don't stop," Sandra breathed as his tongue danced over her, pressing hard into her folds. She hadn't completely settled from her first orgasm yet, and the almost painful shocks of ecstasy only made her all the hotter.

Daniel moaned into her pussy as he licked her, showing that he was no stranger to the task by the way his tongue roamed all over her. Sandra stroked the back of his head and shoulders with one hand, using the other to keep her upright. Her hips undulated up toward him as she emitted small sounds of pleasure. Every so often, he would look up into her eyes, and he seemed all the more enthusiastic when he returned his attention to her pussy.

Sandra squealed when Dan pushed his tongue beneath her hood, tantalizing her swollen clit. "Oh! Right there. So good." Her grip on the back of his head tightened when an especially strong surge of delight spread from her tingling pussy, up through her body. "Make me come, Danny. Oh, make me come."

Two of Daniel's fingers penetrated deep, with almost no warning. Sandra sucked in a great gasp as the digits curled to stroke her g-spot. Her next several breaths were rapid pants as the bubble of orgasmic energy inside her swelled from the touch, to quiver on the edge of bursting.

Daniel never left her clit from that point forward. His lips and tongue ran the gambit — licking, sucking, flicking, and rolling her clit. Teetering on the brink of release, Sandra's hips began to lurch and twitch. Daniel quickly snapped and arm through the V of her bent right leg, his fingers digging into her thigh as he held her in place.

Sandra's scream of ecstasy echoed throughout the backroom as she came hard on his tongue. A hot, intense itch tingled between her legs, while she broke out into goose bumps from the jolts of chilly energy arcing through her body. Her womb contracted and fluttered, even as her walls clenched tight around his fingers. She gasped and whimpered, held tight in the grip of her orgasm — Daniel held tight in the grip of her clenched thighs and her fingers fisted in his hair.

Sandra couldn't even hazard a guess about how long she remained in the thrall of blissful release. Her arms and legs went completely limp when her orgasm finally let her go. The arm behind her barely kept her upright, and only just long enough for her to collapse onto the desk without banging her head on the wall.

Daniel sat in the chair, watching her come with a look that combined arousal, fascination, and satisfaction. His face glistened with her juices, and a drop even dangled precariously from his chin. Sandra could feel a trickle of her juices meandering down her ass cheek, and then the tickle as it fell free to spatter on the papers below.

"Oh — w..." Sandra began, but a scream burst from her lips, heralding another wave of orgasm crashing down on her.

"Man, that was fuckin' awesome," Daniel said, his eyes still roving from her quivering pussy to her flushed face, drinking in the sight of her coming, and knowing that he'd given her that orgasm.

"Uh — huh," Sandra agreed, between pants for breath. She swallowed, and then quivered from another jolt of pleasure before begging, "H-help... H-h-help me — up."

Daniel stood, giving her a fine view of his rock hard cock pressing against his briefs, pushing the waistband away from his body. He took her hands and pulled, enabling Sandra to sit up, and then scoot back on the desk, scrunching papers between her butt and the wall. She grinned when she could see the wet spots on the calendar and the desk.

After a few moments to catch her breath, Sandra twitched her eyebrows and reached out one foot to pull on his jeans. "Mmm — you're hard again. Take them off."

Dan dropped his jeans, and then struggled out of his shoes to remove them. Sandra only had eyes for his cock — rock hard and twitching in anticipation.

Sandra licked her lips and asked, "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Hell yeah."

Sandra moaned and scooted until her legs dangled over the edge of the desk again. She stood, and pulled Daniel into a hungry kiss while she squeezed his cock. As soon as she pulled away from the kiss, she darted around him and said, "C'mon."

"What?" He then realized that she was heading for the double doors leading out to the store floor. "Are you crazy?"

"I'm hot and bothered," Sandra said without looking back. She pushed the doors open and stood in them. "Do you want me, or not?" With that, she stepped through and let the doors swing closed.

Naturally, Daniel was right behind her. He looked incredibly nervous, and kept his hands in front of his cock as he hurried to catch up with her. Sandra felt delightfully naughty, walking through the brilliantly lit back aisle. There was a slight chance that someone outside might see her in the second that she crossed each of the aisles, but it was unlikely at this time of night. The danger from the huge windows on the other side of the building, no matter how unlikely, turned her on even more.




Clean Up -- Aisle Eight



The aisle she turned into was chosen for much the same reason. There was a window directly across from it, but soda machines blocked most of it. Someone looking between the machines might be able to see, but not a person just driving through the parking lot.

"Sandra, you can't be serious," Dan said with nervous laughter in his voice as he followed her.

Sandra turned to face him and responded, "I'm dead serious. I want you — right here, right now. Fuck me, Danny." He stepped closer, and she pushed his hands away so she could wrap her hand around his cock again. Using that convenient handle, she pulled him close and kissed him hard.

"God, I want you," Sandra said in a husky whisper when she pulled away from the kiss. With those words, she spun around and pushed back the product on the shelf, giving her a place to rest her hands.

Sandra bent down, presenting her heart-shaped ass to him, and then reached between her legs to part her nether lips. She looked back over her shoulder to see Daniel moving in behind her, his inhibitions obviously evaporating from the sight of her giving her body to him in the bright store lights.

Daniel squeezed her ass, and let out a groan.

Sandra thrust her bottom back at him, and demanded, "Don't make me wait."

His left hand slid upward to her hip, and Sandra moaned as she saw him take his big cock in hand. She flexed her buttocks and licked her lips, further encouraging him with the sexy display. She sucked in a great gasp of air as the purple helmet of his cock pressed against her folds.

"Fuck," Daniel groaned as he slipped into her pussy.

"Yes — please," Sandra responded as he filled her full, pushing through the resistance of her tightness to settle in her depths. "Hard and fast," she added.

Daniel left his cock buried, and moved his hands from her hips to her breasts. He squeezed them, feeling the weight of them, and then tweaked her stiff nipples.

Sandra growled, and then exclaimed, "Oh yeah," as he pulled back, his hands sliding to her hips once more.

Daniel's hips slammed forward, driving his big cock deep inside her. Sandra yelped from the surprising power, and grabbed the shelf rail tighter with her left hand. As he withdrew and thrust again, her right hand found her throbbing clit. She slapped her fingers over her hood a pair of times, in sync with his thrusts, and then pressed hard to rub it in a fast circle.

"Fuck — you're wet," Daniel spat out as he pounded his cock home.

"Make me wetter. Make me come. Fuck me hard, Danny."

"Oh yeah," he growled, and gave her more of his muscle.

"Oh, that's it. Right there," Sandra cried out, his fast-pumping cock igniting a bonfire of tightly coiled energy behind her mound.

Sandra's breasts swung hard and erratically from the power of his thrusts, her knuckles turning white on the shelf rail from the effort of holding on to it. Bottles of dishwashing detergent tumbled to the floor as the shelves rattled. Dan's thighs collided with loud smacks against her ass, echoing through the empty store.

A steady stream of loud, barely articulate cries tumbled from Sandra's lips as Daniel pounded her. "Oh! Oh! Yeah! Ah! Oh! Fuck!"

Daniel grunted with effort, giving her every ounce of speed and strength he could muster. More bottles and rolls of paper towels dropped to the floor by the second, littering the aisle with bouncing, rolling product.

The itch of Sandra's approaching orgasm glowed white-hot under Daniel's assault, and her fast-moving fingers. Her screams grew even louder, her body afire from the feeling of him taking her with his big cock, stretching her with its girth and nearly knocking at the entrance of her womb.

"Gonna come," Daniel growled, his voice tight with the effort of holding back an explosion.

"Don't stop. Come inside me. Come in my pussy," Sandra cried out, her voice warbling as she teetered on the brink of orgasm.

"Yeah!" The word blasted from Daniel's lips, and somehow he summoned up even more strength, his cock driving into her with jackhammer force. He let out a loud, angry-sounding grunt with every thrust.

Sandra's eyes and mouth both popped wide open when her orgasm claimed her. It hit her without mercy, her pussy alive with crackling jolts of ecstasy that shot up her spine to spread to every inch of her body. She screamed, the sound high and loud — almost ear-splitting — though it sounded as if echoing inside a drum to her, over the thundering of her rapid heartbeat in her ears.

Sandra's head bumped off of the shelf in front of her when Daniel let out a blast of air and buried his cock in her depths. She trembled and twitched from the waves of nearly painful orgasm shooting through her, but she could still feel his cock pulsing in her tightly clenched pussy as Daniel filled it full of cum.

"Fuck. Fuck!" Daniel cried out as his hips twitched involuntarily. "Still coming!"

"Give it to me!" Sandra squealed, still deep in the throes of her own orgasm.

Daniel panted as his climax slowly played out. Sandra could barely manage to draw air into her lungs. Her throat would close every time she tried to gasp, and she had to swallow before she could manage to exhale. Between her incredible orgasm and the lack of air, she started to feel lightheaded.

"S-shit!" Daniel exclaimed when he couldn't take the rhythmic squeeze of her pussy on his over-sensitive cock any longer. He jerked free of her with a growl, and stumbled backwards to lean against the opposite shelf, causing more product to drop to the floor.

Sandra at last was able to suck in a long, noisy breath when the swirl of cool air touched her hot, quivering folds. Daniel's cum dribbled from her gaped pussy, running down her thighs and dripping to the floor to form a puddle between her legs. She could still barely stand, the arm she'd used to frig her clit now resting on the shelf to help support her — and she was still coming.

Even though she was untouched, Sandra's orgasm held her for several more torturous seconds, and then finally released her. Only her arms resting on the shelf, her head leaning against another, and her knees coming to rest on yet another kept her from collapsing when her legs gave way. It wasn't enough, and she had to let her knees sink to the floor. Once she knelt on the tile, she laid her face on the shelf, the cold metal feeling good against her hot, flushed skin.

After a couple of false starts, and a minute or two to catch her breath, Sandra managed to sit down, the chill tile a shock on her bare ass. She looked across the aisle to see Daniel sitting back against the shelf, his pussy-slick, softening cock lying across his thigh. He was staring at the ceiling through closed eyelids, the back of his head resting against the shelf as his pants for breath slowed.

Sandra twitched when she slipped two fingers between her legs to gather up his cream, which was still oozing from her. She sucked her fingers clean, and then went back for more. She noticed Daniel watching her, and said, "We taste good together. My, you came a lot — again."

"Fuck, I don't know where it came from," Daniel responded, his voice weak and lethargic.

"I know where it all went," Sandra said with a chuckle. She then dipped her fingers into the bittersweet treat once more. "And I know where it's going, too."

"You are... Fuck..." Daniel shook his head and smiled. "Just too sexy."

"You're not so bad yourself," Sandra said, and then stretched out a foot to tickle his toes with hers. A devilish grin spread across her face, and she said, "I close tomorrow. Do you think you might be able to stay late again?"

"Oh, fuck yeah," he answered, and then laughed.

Sandra already had a vision in her head of him standing in the front of the store, right in front of the window, with her on her knees below the panes, sucking him dry.

Daniel looked up and down the aisle at the product lying everywhere. "Damn, what a mess."

"And we're the only ones here," Sandra said, punctuating it with a sigh.

"I can't get up," Daniel groaned in protest.

Sandra turned around and gave her ass a smack. "Not even if I hinted that I might let you fuck my ass over a break room table tomorrow night?"

"Seriously?"

Sandra let out a growling moan. "God, I'm going to wake up in a puddle of pussy juice dreaming about it tonight." She gave him a little kick and said, "Come on — you stud, you. Clean up on aisle eight."

With a smile of anticipation, Daniel grabbed the shelf and stood. "Yes, boss."



Clean Up Batter



Well, to be honest, I really have no one to blame but myself. After accepting a job that kept me out of town 5 days a week, I feared that my wife's needs weren't going to be met by me coming home only on the weekends. After doing this routine for over 2 years, our relationship had changed over time, and I sort of thought for the better, as we were having some pretty great sex on the weekends. But what I was soon to come to realize was that during the week, my wife began to turn work appointments into much more than work.

Now, I've always encouraged my wife to dress sexier than what she would choose to on her own, because she has a beautiful face, a great smile, but she has amazing tits, which gets her lots of attention. There have been times when we go out of town and I try to get her to wear short skirts and no bra or panties, so I might be able to get her drunk enough to flash other guys. My biggest secret fantasy is to see a young black guy fucking my wife and making her cum until she is completely exhausted, but normally she is pretty conservative and in her job, she needs to keep a very professional image. I recently told her about a certain blue dress that I love, which is short and sparkly and I told her about a dream that I had about her wearing it with nothing at all on underneath it, which I tell you, would make those spectacular tits just mind blowing luscious to everyone that got to see her in it. But I doubted that would ever happen. 

So, a few months ago, I get home on Friday night at about 10pm, and I expected to be greeted by my wife, as normal. Have a little dinner, a glass of wine, watch a little TV, go to bed. But when I get there, there is a note for me saying that she was meeting a potential client for dinner and that she might be a little late but to wait up for her, so I did. At just before 1am, I hear a car door close outside and I can hear the click of shoe heels coming up onto the porch and walking towards the front door. So I'm sitting there on the living room couch and she walks in, kisses me on the top of my head and dashes past me for the bathroom, saying she really has to pee. By the way she's walking, I can tell she's had a few drinks and is a little tipsy. So after a minute or two, she pops out of the bathroom and heads straight into the bedroom, without saying a word. So I give her a minute or two, I walk into the bedroom, hoping that I might get lucky, and find her under the covers rolling over away from me, saying that she drank too much and needed to get to sleep.

So the next morning, after sleeping in quite a bit, she explains that she lost track of time after a few too many drinks with her dinner. After her meeting, she said that she ran into a friend and stayed and hung out with him. I asked her if it was someone that I knew, and she said no, that he was a colleague that I had not met but once they got talking shop, time just flew by and she knew that she had too much to drink and asked him for a ride home so she didn't have to risk a DUI, which he was glad to do. So later in the day, after going to pick up her car together, she started to hint around that her friend that she was hanging out with was flirting with her a little bit, which she blamed on the drinks. Since I think it's kind of a turn on seeing guys flirt with my beautiful wife, I wasn't going to give her a hard time about it, and told her that was no big deal with me, that she's a beautiful woman and I can't blame him for flirting with her in those kinds of circumstances, since I know that she would never cheat and that our marriage is strong.

About 2 or 3 weeks later, I get a phone call while I'm driving home and she tells me that she's going to have dinner with another prospect and that she shouldn't be late this time. I say "no problem", of course and look forward to seeing her when I get there. But when I get there, she's still not back. So I wait up as long as I can and start to fall asleep on the couch, when I hear a car door slam and heels coming up with walkway again. I hear her fumbling with the key in the door lock for like 30 seconds, like she is having a problem and so I get up, unlock the door for her, open the door and there she is pretty drunk again, coming in past midnight. And to top it off, she's wearing that really hot blue dress that I told her that she would look totally hot in without anything else on underneath. She gives me a little peck on the cheek and races past me to the bathroom. But this time when she comes out, she comes back to give me a big hug and kiss. I can clearly see that she's pretty drunk and I ask her what happened to her getting home on time so we could hang out. She says that she didn't want to talk about it because she was really horny and wanted to make love, right then!

Well, that sounded pretty good to me, especially since she's wearing that dress. So, we sit down on the couch and start kissing and touching and I discover she's not wearing a bra, which was awesome! Then as things move on, I discover she isn't wearing panties either! So at this point I'm totally hard and we get into it hard and heavy. We take turns going down on each other, her first, then me on her, and she's totally wet. I mean really, really hot and wet. More wet than normal, is what I thought to myself, but I wasn't going to complain and I start eating her out, and we get to the rest of it and collapse after some really hot sex.

The next day, I get a chance to ask her why she was so late, and she tells me that her appointment called and cancelled at the last minute, but as she was leaving the restaurant that they were supposed to meet at, she ran into her colleague that gave her a ride a couple weeks ago at the bar on the way out and offered to buy him a drink to thank him for the ride. She said that they had a few drinks and thought it was a good idea to eat something too, so they grabbed dinner too. Then she told me that after a couple more drinks with dinner, he told her how hot she looked in that blue dress and was starting to flirt with her again. And she said "since you said that you didn't mind him flirting with me, I didn't discourage him either, so as dinner went on, we sat closer together and kissed a little bit, which started to get me pretty wet." 

Well, that surprised me quite a bit, but not as much as what she was about to tell me. She said "I thought about your dream that you told me about how really hot this dress would look without a bra and panties, so I excused myself, went to the bathroom and took them both off and left them in the bathroom." She said that the excitement of walking through the entire restaurant in that tight dress without a bra and panties was getting her wet and made her nipples extremely hard and they stood out very obviously. When she got back to the table, she could see that James couldn't take his eyes off of her tits, which bounced a lot and her nipples were totally hard. He immediately told me that he thought I looked hot as hell in that dress, so once she sat back down, she leaned over to him and whispered in his ear that she left her bra and panties in the bathroom to make the dress look even better for him.

I was blown away and rock hard by that point. 

She said that they sat even closer, she let him rub his hands wherever he wanted and she didn't stop him, and she could see that he had a very large bulge in his pants too. So as they finished drinks and dinner, she told him that if he could give her a ride home, she would be very, very appreciative. I asked her exactly what that meant, and she said that when they left the restaurant, she had intended to give him a blow job in his car, but that things kind of got out of control and they ended up fucking.

Fucking, I said!! Yes, she said, and that he had cum inside her too. Then she looked at me and said, "Did you realize last night when you were eating my pussy, that you were eating his cum leaking out of my pussy?" I didn't know exactly how to feel. I was equally repulsed and turned on. I couldn't believe my sweet faithful wife fucked another guy and I ate his cum out of her. I asked her why he didn't at least use a condom, and she said that most black guys don't like to use them. 

WHAT? I ate a black guy's cum out of my white wife's pussy? Now, I knew that I was going to freak out or something, but I didn't. I was even more turned on, knowing that my wife finally got some black cock in her, and I was really hoping she liked it. I asked her how that was for her, and she said that she loved it, and wondered if I wouldn't mind too much if she went on another date with him. After giving this all a minute to sink in, I told her that if she was going to see him again, that 3 things had to happen:

1 - that we had to get her another dress for her to wear for him that compliments her figure.

2 - that she wasn't going to be allowed to wear a bra or panties from the moment she left the house.

3 - that she needed to come home with another load of his cum in her for me.

Well, needless to say, she quickly agreed to those terms and we went shopping for her dress. The very next Friday night, she called me while I was driving into town that they were going out that night and that she would be sure to bring home a prize for me, and she did.

Two weeks later, when she came home, she told me that when she met James, he had a friend along with him and that she let them both use her as their white wife slut, and that she had 2 very big loads of black cum in her pussy for me to clean up.

So, I guess I got what I asked for, by telling her that I liked it when guys flirted with her and now I am her clean up batter!



Clean Up for Daddy



The summer had come, and I was really looking forward to spending time with daddy. I hadn't seen him since spring break, and waiting these few months had been hell. My sex drive is so strong, and being a good girl was really hard. But when I arrived in my car to the front of the house, I saw daddy waiting for me. 

"Oh daddy, it's great to see you! I missed you so much!" I was a little out of breath from running up to see him. He gave me a big hug and a little squeeze on my bottom. 

"I missed you too, sweetheart. Come inside and we can catch up." He flashed such a sinister smile, I knew right away what he was ready for.

I was inside the house for only a moment when he kissed me hard on the lips. I could feel his manhood stiffen as he rubbed himself against me. Daddy really wanted me! He put his hands firmly on my shoulders and spun me around, and then he slid his hands down to my little skirt and pulled it up to my waist. 

"Daddy wants that tight little ass, sweetheart. Be a good little girl and pull those panties off for me." I could hear his breathing grow a little more rapid as I slowly took my panties off, my back still towards him. He got down on his knees, his warm hands on each cheek, spreading them apart as his tongue ran across the crack of my ass. I could feel my little pussy getting moist and aching to be touched. 

"Daddy, that feels so good, but I've never been fucked in the ass, I would be so embarrassed if it was, you know, messy." I started to shiver all over at the thought. I so wanted to please daddy, but I was so afraid. 

"Don't worry little one, I have that all figured out." He got up off the floor, and took me by the hand. I could look down and see the tent in his pants. He led me to the bathroom and told me to take off all my clothes. As I did, he took off his clothes too. Then I saw him open the cabinet under the sink and take something out. 

"This is called an enema, baby. This will get you all clean for daddy. Then you won't have to worry." 

"Oh daddy, you think of everything!" He smiled at me and instructed me to lie down on the bath towel. Once I was comfortable on my side, I felt him pry my little bottom apart and slide the nozzle in. I felt his fingers play with my clit softly as he started to squeeze the bottle, and I could feel liquid entering me. I thought I would be nervous, but he knew how to put me at ease. I was getting hotter by the minute! 

"That's my good girl. Now stay there a few minutes till you feel like you have to go to the toilet really bad. After you are through, daddy will be waiting for you in your bedroom." He walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. A few minutes later, I felt such an urgency to go I didn't think I would make it! Thank goodness I did. All the waste emptied out of my system, and finally, I felt I was ready. Daddy was waiting as he said he would, in my bedroom. 

"How does my little baby feel?" he asked.

"Much better daddy. I'm ready now." I hoped into bed next to him, he was stroking his big cock. I wrapped my hand around his to slow it down so that I would have the chance to suck on the head. I could taste a little pre-cum on him already. I licked it off and savored the flavor of daddy's milk. I so wanted more, but daddy had other ideas.

"Lay down on your tummy for me. Yes, that's it. Now spread your legs out a bit more. That's a good girl. Now daddy is going to use some special oil to make your little bottom slippery so I can fill you up with daddy's big cock." I felt him rub the oil on me, on my asshole and down to my burning hot cunt. I was so high with anticipation. Daddy was going to take my virgin ass! And as he pressed the head of his throbbing member into me, I felt my tight little hole open to let him in. It hurt at first, but I just couldn't fight the fact that it felt good too. He started to play with my little pussy faster, which made me relax even more. I could feel him slip deeper into my little bottom and I shook as I started to cum.

"Fuck me daddy! Fuck my asshole! Make me cum!" I shook harder as my pussy juices dripped from me. He pounded my ass, slamming his big balls against me as he let out a low moan. I knew he was close to cumming. I felt his cock pulsating as he filled me with his thick cream, shooting it into my bottom over and over again, till he had nothing left to give. 

"You always know how to make me feel good, daddy." I said. After catching his breath, he brushed my hair away from my face and smiled down at me. 

"Welcome home, baby." 



Clean Up My Mess!



"Oh my God! What the hell doing you think you're doing?!" she shouted, holding her hands up to the sides of her face.

The startled and embarrassed look on my face was worth a thousand words, none of which came to mind. Sitting at my desk with my pants around my ankles she caught me stroking my cock and looking ant some dirty mags I keep around for my horny interludes.

Another time and another woman and I would have most definitely reacted differently. But Tanya was my boss and I had tried so hard to impress her. My embarrassment was bad enough but I had the feeling that I had destroyed any hopes of leaving a good impression judging by the stern look on her face.

"So is this what I pay you to do all night long? Is this what I get for my money?" she firmly asked me.

"Well...ahhh...I'm so embarrassed and so sorry..." I stammered, trying to conceal my predicament,"No... honestly...I was having a break...it'll never happen again! Please forgive me Tanya?"

"Let think a moment..." she said with a sinister grin, "I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement."

"Please anything...name it...I don't want to loose this contract!" I pleaded.

Sensing my obvious submissive position Tanya was quick to take control.

"Like I said...there has to be something..." she told me in a voice that told me she was the boss, "You get dressed and get back to work! I'll expect to see you here on time tomorrow! We'll discuss my decision then."

"Yes ma'am! And thank you, thank you very much!" I said.

As she left I realized that I was trembling. She had me shaking while I got dressed and went back to work. All night long I felt uneasy but wanted everything to be spotless and perfect for her in the morning. I paid special attention to the dusting and vacuuming, especially in all the corners. I took all of her knickknacks off her shelves and polished each one. The place was sparkling when I bowed out silently around midnight.

I thought about my embarrassing situation the entire drive home. Oddly though I found myself getting turned on. Tanya was a very successful business woman and was quite wealthy. I wondered what she must've thought catching me the way she did and soon found myself in bed jerking off.

I spent most of the next day worried about the outcome and Tanya's verdict. It seemed like a week had passed by the time 8 pm rolled round. As I pulled into the first empty space I saw I noticed Tanya's Jaguar so I knew she was still here. I got the willies suddenly as I rode the elevator to the top of her 6 story building to where my office was. I swiped my access card and entered the stairwell leading to the machine room and my office. I sighed with relief as I glanced at the digital clock radio on my desk, 7:59 PM!

Opening the key-cabinet I took out my key caddy and clipped it onto my belt. I wasn't sure what to do next, but I decided it would be in my best interests to get to cleaning straight away!

I got my utility cart and started, as I do every night, working from the top floor down. I do the washrooms first and then go back up with the vacuum and do the carpets and dusting working my way down through the building.

I take pride in my work and I work hard. I am especially conscious of cleanliness in washrooms. As a matter of fact that's one of the things I emphasize when selling a new client my services. I have before my work and after I'm done shots of washrooms I care for. I have several other people at various buildings all of whom I have personally trained. They say I'm picky and that people won't know the difference. I told them that most people wouldn't, but that it only takes one. Before you know word of mouth has ruined your business. I not only have to train them I have to give them a working conscience, good help is hard to find!

I usually sneak off and have a quick smoke while I'm cleaning the bathrooms since they're all ventilated and exhausted. But tonight I decided against it! The last thing I needed was to be caught smoking, Tanya would think I was slacking off. On top of catching me whacking off, I was sure that she'd fire me for slacking off! Besides I just happened to be on the floor where her office is.

I finished cleaning the men's room and pushed my cart through the double door entrance to the ladies. I emptied the napkin disposal bags, dumping them into the large bag on my cart and then replaced the wax bags and disinfected the surface and handle. Toilets and toilet seats are next, then the counter and mirror, and finally the floor.

"Oh good...I hoped I wouldn't have to go hunting you down." Tanya's voice echoed loudly off the tiled walls making the hair on my neck stand on end!

"Oh...you scared me." I said, "Good evening Tanya, how are you?"

I tried not to look like a puppy begging for forgiveness, managing to cower only slightly.

The cool powder fresh climate in the room changed suddenly. The temperature rose and the air was thick with authority. I felt myself starting to sweat, I could feel beads beginning to form on my forehead and nose.

"I'M fine. How are YOU?" she responded. 

"I'm fine also, thanks." I replied, glad to see that she was at least talking to me, and in the usual way.

"I've been thinking about last night and considering what I have come up with, I do believe we're in the right room!" she said laughing out loud.

I wasn't exactly sure what she meant but it seemed I had no choice but to laugh along with her. Since the uncertainty of my future was about to unfold I was hoping that laughter was a good sign.

"So, tell me, do you like to play with yourself?" she said, shocking me.

"Aaaaa...yeah...I guess I do...don't we all?" I said not believing my own words!

"I'll ask the questions!" she scolded, "Do you like playing with someone else?" she went on to ask me sternly.

"Well yes of course I do." I replied, almost afraid to answer.

"Good! From now on you will do exactly as I say!" she began instructing me.

"Yes ma'am!" I said obediently.

I was nervous not knowing what to expect. Not as nervous as I was surprised to see Tanya push open the door a stall, lifting her dress as she entered, and squatting to sit down, as the door silently swung closed.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Get in here. I need my cleaning boy, get in her now!" she demanded. 

I entered the stall and Tanya sat there holding her dress up and exposing her cunt to me.

"You can start right here, lick my pussy clean!" she said pointing at her cunt, "And don't stop until I say you can, remember what I said."

I knelt at the front of the toilet, between her legs, staring into the pink depths of my punishment. Leaning forward I rested my chin on the inside of the porcelain rim and placed my mouth over her warm box. I sucked and licked the juicy folds of her tasty cunt. Pressing forward firmly I slid up and down each side of warm soft crack. Each time I passed over her stiff clit I flicked it with my tongue and sucked on it hard. Finally I dipped my tongue inside her juicy hole, sucking and lapping out as much of her sweet nectar as I could. Tanya sure had one juicy cunt! And I though if this is the extent of my penance then bring it on!

I sucked her juicy snatch and I knew she came twice, that I was sure of. While she moaned out loud her hands went to her pussy. She leaned back and pulled her swollen lips open wide. I had been not to stop unless told to, but I had to stop for a second to stare at her glorious, pink, wet insides. She moved everything in sight. Her asshole moved and her cunthole moved, changing shape and size every time she flexed. I went back to tonguing her out. Tanya started to shake, her legs were quivering and her cunt was contracting madly around my tongue and I prepared myself for yet another dose of her sweet cum.

While her horny pussy went into spasms a sudden salty taste burned into my mouth. Tanya was holding her cunt wide open, taking aim and pissing directly into my mouth. I tried desperately to avoid swallowing at first, but she had such a stream I had no choice but to drink down her piss in order to breathe. By the time she was about half done I began gagging and choked but she kept pissing.

"Don't stop...I need to be clean. Drink it up boy. Remember...what I told you!" she reminded me.

"Yes..." I said, gargling, as her hot pissy stream splashed off my face.

I heard her grunt and then saw her bearing down but I wasn't prepared for what came next. I heard a squish followed quickly by a fart and to my surprise Tanya proceeded to have a dump!

The smell was, well, like shit, but it had a sweet smell to it. I thought it smelled a bit like toast. She squeezed and pushed down dropping several turds into the bowl below, before letting go another fart and a good gush of piss as she finished her crap.

"Ahhhh! That was so good!" she proudly exclaimed, "You can stop cleaning my pussy...for the time being..." she laughed.

"I have another job for you, but you'll have to be much more thorough this time! There's a lot riding on it!" she told me.

"Yes I know there is Tanya, please...whatever it is I'll do my very best!" I reassured her.

"You when I first had this building designed I wanted to install bidets in all the washrooms," she explained, "but in the end I decided against it because of the cost."

"Yes they are expensive and unlike toilets are in constant need of repair in a commercial application." I said agreeing with her.

"But you know I absolutely hate everything about public washrooms. I especially hate the cardboard toilet paper, that's why I liked the bidet idea so much." Tanya explained to me, sitting on the toilet in front of me as though it was the chair in her office while she talked.

"But I have my cleaning boy now so I don't need to think about that problem anymore! Do I boy?" she said demanding an answer as she spoke in riddles again.

"So? What are you waiting for? Come on...lick me clean...! And snap to it!" and with that, she turned got up and turned around.

Bending over she pulled her ass cheeks apart, "Lick my asshole, go on, lick it and clean me off!"

I fell to my knees behind her and faced the task before me. I looked at the wrinkled rose bud of her anus and it wasn't as bad as I thought. There was some poop in the wrinkled folds of her tightly clenched hole and perhaps a 1/2" long smear on the inside of her left cheek. She'd taken a pretty clean dump which made my job that much easier.

I brought my face close to the source of her wafting presence and licked the streak on her left cheek first. I lightly licked the skid mark unsure of what to expect. To my surprise it wasn't too bad and tasted sort of like it smelled, like strong pungent toast. Realizing that it wasn't as bad as I thought I decided to take the plunge. I dipped my tongue into Tanya's poop chute, as she braced herself against the wall, and swirled it around. 

"Ahhhh...that's much better. Much better than that damn sandpaper!" she said, speaking more softly.

Probing and swishing my tongue around inside her I pulled the remaining morsels out of her tasty ass. I was determined not only to keep my contract and job and decided that I might as well try to eat my way towards a possible promotion while I was at it.

Tanya was moaning out loud and wiggling her ass against my face, driving my tongue deep into her asshole. As I finished cleaning her I gave her ass a few last licks to make sure she was squeaky clean!

"Not bad...it almost feels as though you did a good job." she said sounding pleased with my performance, "Quickly now, take off your shirt and dry me off! I don't want a rash on my ass before the next time you lick it clean!"

I smiled and did as I was told, I wiped her from front to back, finally feeling the fullness of her hefty pussy through the material of my T-shirt.

"Tanya? Does this mean I still have the contract?" I asked, almost afraid to look her in the eyes as I braced myself for her answer.

"Let's just say that we see how things go for a while. Let's say for 3 months. You know sort of like a probationary period." she told me, reminding me again, as she did every so often, that she was the boss.

"I can think of a few more things that need buffing and a good clean in the mean time!" she said laughing and looking down her nose at me.

Well that was over a year ago and although Tanya still hasn't renewed her contract with me, she also hasn't fired me yet. Let me tell you, my boss quite the imagination when it comes to assigning my cleaning tasks! You won't believe what she's having me do next!



Clean Up Your Mess



Amber Gibbs was without a doubt one of the hottest women in the neighborhood. She was thirty nine years of age even though nobody typically believed her when she told them. Her hair a straight golden blonde that she kept long. Her eyes a deep green and her beautiful lips were full, and her smile could melt the coldest of hearts. She was the personification of a MILF.

Amber kept her perfect body in shape by going to the gym daily. She worked incredibly hard to keep her body for two reasons. She loved the attention she got from younger men and it helped with her job as a model for clothing companies. She grew up during seventies with flower child parents which caused her to develop quite the wild side at an early age.

Tony her son was born when Amber was only 18 years old. She was never even really sure who the father was and was not all that interested in finding out. Amber left home shortly after Tony was born and while things were rough with them basically growing up together Amber made it work they were close their relationship always was more intimate then any of the other parents in the neighborhood. Tony was 21 and still lived at home while attending college, since his 18th birthday their relationship had became more unconventional.

It was late on a Friday night in July the air was thick and humid and the air conditioning in the home was barely keeping up with the heat. Tony laid in bed with a few beads of sweat rolling off his forehead as he stared at the ceiling. He glanced at the clock and let out a long sigh angrily as he saw it said two in the morning on it. He could not sleep he had been trying but having no luck. "What the fuck can I do I just want to sleep!" He spoke out loud into the empty room. "Well why not?" He said as he slowly rolled his boxer shorts down. He was feeling a little horny, and he knew that it would make him sleepy if he came. He let his hand snake down his body to his cock where his large hand curled around it and he began to masturbate. He believed it was about the best thing he could do to himself on a night like this.

Tony's bedroom door was slightly open something he rarely done. As he was enjoying a session with his long thick cock he thought he could hear moaning coming from the next room. He paused momentarily as he listened to the sound. The only other person in the house was his mom who slept in the room next to his so he knew it could only be her moaning.

Tony laid there still holding his cock which was now harder then it already was, the sounds of his mothers moaning was very erotic to him. He now started wondering if she was having one of her erotic dreams, he often enjoyed listening to his mother's moans as she often had wild dreams. The moaning tonight though started getting louder and more intense then her typical wet dreams. Tony's curiosity grew as the moaning grew louder. He continue stroking his cock harder and harder but was not achieving the satisfaction he was craving. He stroked a little while longer before he could not take it anymore he wanted to see what was fueling his mom's lustful moaning as he rolled off his bed to investigate the noise.

Tony started to worry as he walked down the hall hearing the moaning becoming more intense, maybe this was not a wet dream maybe there was something wrong. He reached the door noticing it was ajar she rarely left it open. He relaxed a little as he started to think that maybe the cracked open door was the reason he heard her so well. He often heard her but nothing like it was tonight, he slowly eased the door open unsure as to what he would find behind the door.

Tony pushed her large wooden bedroom door open a little more just far enough to get a look into the room. He poked his head into her room to see if his mom was okay, he looked around the large room heavily decorated with pink. The king sized bed which his mom slept on despite the fact she rarely let any of her boyfriends spend more then a few hours at the house and never let them stay overnight. Tony was completely blown away at what he saw though. She was not having a bad night in fact she was rather involved in pleasuring herself.

Amber's bedside lamp was still on giving enough light to allow her son quite the view. Tony was able to look over to where she was on her bed all spread out. He could his mom was laying there completely naked reading what looked to be a porno magazine of some sort. Her eyes were half closed as she pumped her pussy with a large black vibrator. The toy was on high and Tony could hear it buzzing away as his mother slid it in and out making sure to use the full length of it on herself. Tony froze to the spot just outside the door unable to look away from her. Amber was moaning loudly and saying things that Tony could not understand as she thrust the vibrator in and out of her pussy she laid down her magazine and started to pinch her nipples with her other hand, pulling hard on them.

"Oh yes, fuck yeah! Fuck that slutty cunt baby." Were the only things Tony could make out from all her moaning and mumbling.

Tony's cock was now throbbing hard the veins in his shaft pulsating and before he knew it his hand was back on his cock jerking it harder then he was before as he gazed at his mother. His heart was beating a hundred miles an hour, his was becoming as dry as desert sand. He had seen his mom naked before she had started either going fully nude or wearing just lingerie when at home since he turned 18 so it was not a shock to see her naked, but to see her naked and pleasuring herself was a new experience. Tony jerked his cock hard his whole hand wrapped around his cock his thumb and middle finger tips barely touching one another as he stroked. 

Tony was unsure if he made a noise or not but his mom started to open her tightly clinched eyes and squinted over to where Tony was standing near the entrance to the bedroom. Amber squinted his way trying to make out the figure in her doorway. Tony thought he could still possibly slip away until she did a double take recognizing the figure in the doorway as her son standing there nude jerking his cock while watching Amber fuck herself with her long black vibrator.

Amber's expression of pleasure switch quickly to one of shock she had never been caught in an act like this. Amber yelled out "Holy Shit" as she tried to cover herself, she did not mind her son seeing her naked but this was a new frontier even for her. Tony was still rooted to the spot with no idea on what to do or say the situation was uncomfortable as Tony got to his feet. His cock was still throbbing but he his will power was returning as without a word Tony ran to his bedroom slamming the door behind him.

Tony laid there under the covers of his bed as a few minutes went by and his mom had not appeared yet. His heart pounded his mind raced as he stared at his bedroom door waiting for it to open any second. He tried to think of things he could say or do if she came in there mad, but soon he started just thinking about what he had seen and rather than think of excuses his hand found its way back to his cock. He was still throbbing hard even being seen and scared by his mother had not effected his hardness as he jerked on his cock.

Tony laid on his bed jerking his cock harder then he had in his life, as he saw his doorknob twist and the door crack open. The door opened up slowly the more it inched up the faster Tony's heart beat. The door was almost fully open Tony's breath was fast and shallow beads of sweat rolled of his head, he squeezed his cock hard he was almost hurting himself as he abused his cock. The door finally opened fully and it was Amber standing there. She did not speak she just walked over and stood beside Tony, Amber had pulled on a short black silk nightie which didn't hide very much. Her breasts were almost fully exposed even behind the nightie. Tony tried not to look but he could not stop stroking his cock so he could not even pretend to be asleep. His mother's tiny nightie left virtually nothing to the imagination and it was only fueling the lust Tony felt as he stroked his cock. 

Tony finally broke the uncomfortable silence in the room as he spoke "Mom I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to spy on you like that." Tony spoke but still could not make himself turn loose of his cock as his mom leaned over him with her hair long blonde hair hanging down over Tony's face and her breasts just inches from him as he could smell her perfume. 

Amber did not answer Tony's plea for forgiveness and instead responded by pulling the covers off him. Tony's hard cock was now exposed to his mom. He turned loose of the cock he had jerking with lustful rage and watched as she licked her lips then bit her bottom lip as he could feel her eyes gazing over his 21 year old athletic body. Amber's eyes roamed all over but they paused and locked in on the young mans' large thick cock.

"It''s okay sweetie." She said as she took his hand off his cock and held it in hers.

"I'm glad you saw that it just scared me I didn't hear you. It's actually flattering baby that your old mom could turn you on in such a way." She spoke softly using a tone a mother typically uses for soothing a small child's cut. She tugged hard on her son's arm letting it be known that she wanted him to stand up. 

"Come with me baby we are going to go back to my room." She said as Tony stood up and followed her down the hall. His cock sticking straight ahead still hard as he stared at his mother's ass as she swayed her hips back and fourth. He enjoyed the view while having seen her naked before their was something about the black nightie and the way it looked on her beautifully round tan butt. 

Once they had returned to the bedroom Amber motioned for Tony to lay on the bed she crawled over him slowly and deliberately taking her time to allow her nipples to graze her against her son threw her flimsy silk nightie. Tony groaned as it felt like his dick grew and extra half inch with her doing that. Amber took a place in the bed beside Tony, she slowly pulled off her silk nightie and dropped it by her bed. She shook head back and fourth allowing her long blond locks to fall.

Amber without a word put her hand behind her sons head and guided his mouth to her breasts with one had as she lifted her breast with the other. She stroked his hair back as she held her son there letting him suck her nipples hard. She ran her hand up and down his chest and abs caressing him gently as her son nursed her breast. 

Tony squeezed one breast as he sucked the other. Amber squealed in delight as her son switched from one nipple to the other. He sucked them hard before starting to nibble on them. Amber's breathing was becoming hard as her son pleasured her nipples. 

"Let mommy watch you playing with that nice hard cock of yours baby." She said with a smile in between the moans her son was inducing in her. 

Tony did as she asked and took hold of his swollen cock and began to stroke it up and down, slowly at first then he started to pick up the pace. He was soon beating it in a nice rhythm trying not to jerk it to fast as he knew he would not last long before he finally shot his cum everywhere. Amber moaned softly as Tony jerked while continuing to suck her nipples. She started kissing the top of his head as she kept her eyes locked on Tony's throbbing hard cock. She had been with many men but something about this taboo moment was overcoming her. She had never felt so on fire she could feel she was near orgasm just from the attention her nipples were getting. 

Amber slowly let her hand wander down her son's hard body. She let her hands run over his chest and then to his six pack abs. She finally reached his swollen balls she squeezed them gently in her small hands as Tony continued to jerk off for her. "That's it baby mommy loves your cock it is so beautiful." Amber spoke again with the soothing tone licking her full lips as she did.

"Mommy...I'm going to cum soon." Tony moaned hard, the more loving his mom was being the more wild it was making him. 

"Cum for me, please cum for mommy." She said with her face so close to his that he could feel her warm breath on his face. Tony wanted more then anything to just kiss his mother. Their faces so close it was almost as if she was teasing him. 

A few seconds passed and soon Tony had the release he had been lusting for as cum shot out of his cock up into the air landing on his chest, and his mom's. Amber finally leaned in and kissed her son's lips almost simultaneously as his cum exploded from his cock. She placed her lips to his just as orgasm occurred as she snaked her tongue over his and twirled it around inside his mouth before breaking their kiss.

"It's my turn now baby." She whispered into her son's ear breathlessly almost as if she herself just had the orgasm.

"You have to help me!" She pleaded with desperation in her voice, as she reached over to her nightstand grabbing her vibrator handing it to her son. "Please stuff this into mommy's pussy. Please shove it deep in me." She smiled as she lay on her back pulling him over her and putting his right hand on his mom's vibrator. Amber guided her sons hand to her bald drenched pussy as she lined the toy up.

"Now fuck my pussy with it you naughty boy!" She commanded. Her voice switching from that of a soothing mother to a lust filled slut.

Tony moved closer his face inches from his mom's pussy as he shoved the vibrator deep into her pussy in one go. His face was right above mom's pussy as the smell of her juices filled his nostrils. He slowly worked the speed on the vibrator higher as he worked it in and out of her pussy fast, deep, and hard. Amber worked her clit with her fingers as her son pounded her pussy with the toy. 

"That's it baby, keep going and don't fucking stop fucking mommy's cunt!" She commanded again. "Oh fucking hell. Fuck my cunt you mother fucker...I'm cumming." Amber cried out with more cussing then her son had ever heard her use. Her body went as rigid as a board as her orgasm violently ripped through her body like a thousand volts of electricity.

Tony slid the vibrator from his mother's pussy he looked at the bed now coated wet with her juices. He took a few moments to turn off the toy as he opened his mouth and slid the toy into his own mouth. He deep throated his moms toy for a few moments enjoying the taste of her pussy.

"Oh you naughty boy that was so fucking hot baby." Said Amber as she grasped her sons hair and pulled him up to her lips. She grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him till they we were face to face. She kissed him hard on the lips as again her tongue found his and they intertwined with each other. She liked the taste of her pussy on her son's tongue. 

Tony laid on top of his mother kissing their tongues twisting. Amber finally broke the long messy kiss as she smiled at her son. "I can't believe we did that. It was amazing."

Tony's cock lay against her bald pussy still hard as he looked into his mother's eyes. "I know mom I loved it so I hope your not going to be upset when I do this." Tony said with a bit of apprehension in his voice as without a warning he took his hard cock and pushed it into his mother's pussy.

"Oh fuck no baby!" She cried out as her sons cock entered her. He was not as hard or as swollen as he was earlier but he was by far one of the largest cocks she ever had. 

"I can't help it I need it!" Said Tony as he filled his mother's pussy.

Amber cried out as she was okay with the masturbation but was not sure if sex was something they should be doing. "Tony stop it I am your mother listen to me."

"No mommy I want to fuck you!" Spoke Tony almost like a spoiled child wanting to get his way. He pulled his cock out almost the full length before slamming it back inside her wet hole. He was fucking his mother so hard the head board was beating the wall. 

"Tony!" Amber screamed out as she started to tell him again to stop, but before she could another euphoric feeling washed over her body. "Tony fuck mommy, fuck mommy harder!" Her tone swapping from a negative to now wanting more of her son's cock. 

Tony's balls beat against his mother as he grunted like a beast in heat. His cock was furiously pounding in and out his mother's pussy as he pulled her legs up laying them over his shoulders. As Amber's legs went higher so did her moans of pleasure. Tony was now hitting just the right spot with his vicious thrusts. He was fucking her without mercy. "I love the feel of your pussy!"

"Oh yes mommy loves your cock!" Amber even shocked herself at how she was talking to her son. "Fill mommy." Said Amber as her nails dragged down her son's back scratching him deeply as her hips bucked wildly with a massive orgasm ripping through her. 

Tony's mouth dropped open wide as he thrust no sound came out at first, but as few seconds passed he was soon grunting as his cock exploded inside his mother. "I'm cumming in you mommy." He managed to say in between the grunts and groans.

Tony rolled off his mothers body and laid next to her breathing heavily. Amber let her fingers slide inside her pussy retrieving a large glob of her son's thick white seed. She sucked her fingers clean as she looked to her breathless lover. "Now you mother fucker roll over here and eat mommy's cream pie."

Tony looked at his mother with a bit of shock. "I won't eat my cum." he said with a stern tone. 

"Oh yes you will little boy! You will do as mommy says." 

Tony felt his cock jump as he was corrected by his mom. He looked at her like he just had his hand slapped away from the cookie jar. Tony rolled over on top of his mother and slowly kissed his way down her body. He lifted her legs high as he slowly moved his mouth to her pussy. "Yes mommy I am sorry." Tony licked the pussy slowly at first not enjoying the taste of his own cum. His tongue rubbed her clit making her squirm.

"Tongue your mommy's hole clean it good you mother fucker."

Tony breathed deep as he took his mother's command and slid his tongue deep inside her pussy. He found a large deposit of his semen just inside her hole. He pulled the cum out with his tongue swallowing a large amount of the cum. He gagged on it a bit as he did but still managed to swallow it.

"Good boy now get some more out of mommy. You came inside mommy without permission so now you need to clean up your mess."



Clean Your Ass Before Anal Sex



Hello, everyone. My name is Blek Jefferson. Just call me Jefferson. I'm a military man and a student of all aspects of human life. An adventurous sort of hunky black man who likes to experience different things. Life is short, as they say. I don't like to waste a single day of my life. That's why I have so many different hobbies. There's so much to do. I like to try all kinds of different things because I don't want to miss out on anything cool. I like rock climbing. I am also into Football, Basketball, Soccer, Wrestling, Golf, Rugby and Competitive Arm-Wrestling. Just call me a natural sportsman. I stand six feet three inches tall, big and bulky, with dark brown skin and short hair. My eyes are light brown. I am half Haitian and half African-American. I was born in Haiti but my parents came to America when I was younger. I lived out here for most of my life. Oh, and I forgot to tell you. I'm the most unforgettable lad you will ever meet. 

Guess what I'm doing right now? My girlfriend and former psychology professor Veronique Argyles is on all fours, her plump butt cheeks spread wide open. She's a six-foot-tall, thick-bodied, wide-hipped and big-bottomed black woman whom I slowly transformed from anal virgin to anal enthusiast and finally to anal sex craving slut. A miraculous transformation, wouldn't you say? Thrusting in and out of her tight asshole is my eleven-inch uncircumcised black super cock. I read somewhere that the bigger the woman, the tighter her asshole. I guess this is true. I'm holding onto those wide hips of hers and slamming my cock into the forbidden depths of her tight asshole. It's the greatest feeling in the world, folks. I recommend anal sex as the greatest sex act known to man. Word up! Veronique is screaming her lungs out as my long and thick black cock invades her anal cavity and stretches her asshole to previously unknown widths. It's music to my ears. Oh, I'm getting ahead of myself here. I must tell you how we got here.

As I said before, my name is Jefferson. I'm a tall, good-looking young black man living in New Mexico. I am a student at the prestigious New Mexico Military Academy. It's a private, four-year military college. Much like the Citadel or the Virginia Military Institute. The New Mexico Military Academy prepares young men for military life. It's the only all-male military college in America. There used to be many but coeducation became all the rage in the 1960s. The New Mexico Military Academy remained an all-male college. Oh, they got criticized for it but who cares, right? I mean, most American males have surrendered their masculinity to the forces of feminism and political correctness. At the New Mexico Military Academy, we're better than that. We still celebrate masculinity and manliness. And we don't care if the outside world disagrees with us. Word up!

The New Mexico Military Academy has been touted as the largest athletic powerhouse of the National Collegiate Athletic Association. New Mexico Military Academy sportsmen compete in Men's Intercollegiate Archery, Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country, Volleyball, Football, Wrestling, Rifle, Golf, Fencing, Lacrosse, Ice Hockey, Squash, Tennis, Swimming, Nordic Skiing, Soccer, Rugby, Water Polo, Rowing and Sailing. We also have the only all-male Equestrian Club in the history of collegiate America. We have club sports in Men's Boxing, Cycling, Sumo Wrestling and Badminton. All of our sports teams compete in the National Collegiate Athletic Association's Division One. Twenty one varsity sports. How about that? Yeah, we're like no other school in the history of America. I'm a member of the Football team. Life at the New Mexico Military Academy was fun. You know how it goes. It's simpler. Got nothing against the femmes but sometimes, men just want to be by themselves. That's just how life goes. Men and women don't need to be all up in each other's faces twenty four seven. That's not diversity. That's an annoyance. Give me a break. Enough with it already. Cool.

I met Veronique Argyles, my all-time favorite anal slut at the New Mexico Military Academy. Oh, she's not a student. We don't have any female students. We're an all-male private boarding school, remember? She's a teacher. When we first met, she was the psychology teacher and I was the inquisitive student. I could tell that she liked me. So I pursued her doggedly. There were rules against faculty members dating students. However, I didn't let that get in the way. I mean, Veronique had a wonderfully plump black ass. A big bubble butt. The kind of ass that's so round and thick just looking at it makes you daydream. I just had to have myself some of that plump black female booty. Anyway, Veronique was tempted by my tall, sexy black masculine form. She just had to get a taste. So, one night, she came to my dorm room and serviced me. The primp and proper black female college professor got on her knees and took my long and thick black cock in her mouth. She licked my cock and sucked on my balls. She sucked me pretty good. When I finally came, she drank up all of my seed. While she was servicing me, I realized certain things about her. Some females are naturally submissive. They just do as they're told. They try to hide it. Some of them act tough just to keep it hidden. But deep down, they like being told what to do. Especially by a handsome, well-endowed, macho man like myself. I was going to have fun with her.

I played my cards really well. Veronique loved sucking dick. She was a real sneaky bitch, too. I would sneak her into my dorm after classes and make her suck my cock and lick my balls. Hell, I even made her lick my ass. Then, I fucked her pussy until it was raw. Oh, yeah. I liked fucking her tight pussy. Black pussy is the best. Why do you think black men put up with all kinds of crap from black women? It's simply because black pussy is wonderful. Next comes Hispanic pussy. Arab pussy is fine too. White pussy is pretty good, but sometimes underrated. I kept pushing the envelope with Veronique. Slowly but surely, she surrendered to my pressing demands. She just gave in. See, I told you she was a submissive bitch. The first time I convinced her to try anal sex, I knew it wasn't going to be the last. Here's how I worked the magic on her.

Lots of women are terrified of anal sex. They think it's painful. Dirty. Uncomfortable. They're right. Anal sex when done wrong can be painful, dirty and uncomfortable. However, when done right, it can be the most amazing experience ever. First, you've got to get the woman ready. She needs to be relaxed, and patient, and you should be too. Second, and I cannot emphasize this enough, it's a good idea to shower before anal sex. And make sure she washes her asshole. No ifs, ands or buts about it. You really cannot stick your cock into a woman's ass and have it come out brown. That's not a pleasant scenario. It's unclean and unpleasant for you and definitely embarassing for her. So, she has to clean up her asshole before you stick your cock inside. Got it? Cool. Also, have plenty of lube and condoms ready. Be patient, be cool and have fun. Good luck to you. Hope you find the pathway to Anal Heaven!

Anyway, the first time I tried anal sex with Veronique, I had to ensure that she became an addict. She had the tendencies of an anal addict. But I had to seal the deal. I needed to do more than a sexual connection. I needed to make an imprint on her mind. So, I licked and teased her asshole. She liked that. The bitch liked getting her booty hole licked. Then, I greased up my fingers with lube and stuck two of them up her ass. She liked that too. Then came the moment for me to stick my cock into her asshole. I made her assume the position. Doggy style would be for another day. Doggy style is an advanced position when it comes to anal sex. Veronique was definitely an amateur. That would wait. 

For now, I wanted to look into her eyes as she got fucked in the ass for the first time. She was suddenly excited, and a bit scared. I was smiling and in control. I greased up both my cock and her asshole. Then, I slowly worked my cock into her asshole. The whole time, I was looking into her eyes. Not in a romantic way. In a tough, masculine and domineering way. I had to. There's a good reason why. I wanted to completely dominate her. I was the boss and she was subservient to me. She did my bidding. Her body existed only for my pleasure. End of story. That's why I bore into her with my deep gaze as I drilled my cock into her asshole that very first time. I hypnotized her as I plowed into her booty hole. She screamed. She laughed. She cried. And through it all, I was the center of her universe. For the first time in her life, she came. She experienced an orgasm from anal sex alone. At the end of the experience, I mesmerized her so much that she would do anything to please me. I tested tha t theory right away by asking her to suck my cock. Straight out of her asshole and into her mouth. When she complied, I knew then that she was on the path to becoming an anal sex slut.

All this brings me to where I was in the beginning. I had Veronique on all fours. Face down and ass up, her plump black butt cheeks spread while she received some hardcore anal pounding. This time was different from all those other times when I fucked her in the ass. Today, I wanted to take the full length of my cock inside her asshole. Sans lube. Got it? Cool. Eleven inches of long and thick, uncut black dick slammed its way into Veronique's asshole. She was howling loud enough to wake the dead as I rammed my dick into the forbidden depths of her tight asshole. I fucked her like anal sex was going out of style. Holding her hips in a steely grip, I thrust into her. Contrarily to what you might think, this wasn't punishment. No way. She gave me a nice gift earlier. Eleven roses, fresh flowers and all, isn't that cute? Is she a thoughtful bitch or what? So, to reward her kindness, I'm giving her eleven inches of hard black dick up the bum! See how generous I am? I continued ramming my cock deep inside her, delighting in her earth-shattering screams. They were the most beautiful sounds I've ever heard. Better than opera music. It turned me on so much that I came soon after hearing some of her melodies. I sent my hot manly seed deep inside Veronique. Down where the sun didn't shine. I loved it so much I screamed victoriously. 

And this, folks, is how it's done. Veronique is a most wonderful plaything. A first-rate anal sex addict. She's a big beautiful black woman who craves my cock in her booty hole. And I never get tired of stuffing my cock in her asshole like anal sex is about to go out of style. Over time, we evolved to fit in with each other. Literally. Her asshole has expanded, stretching beyond what I thought was possible. Now, her hole seems to be exactly eleven inches deep, a perfect fit for my cock. She can now take me up her ass sans lube any time without trouble. What a wondrous find. I'm so happy. I can barely describe it. We have lots of fun together. What can I tell you, it's a match made in Anal Heaven!