0 comments/ 27987 views/ 0 favorites Cleaning Day By: Rhon1768 We'd been in bed for days... only getting up for nature calls and trips to the kitchen for sustenance... It was wonderful... I felt alive... all my senses on high alert... skin tingling... But... time to get real... the place was looking a bit of a shambles... we'd let things go in our blissful ignorance of everything outside of the bedroom. So we made the decision to finally get our butts out of bed and start picking the place up a little. We were having difficulty keeping our hands off each other... so we decided to start in different rooms... You were going to start in the bedroom... pick up the rubbish we'd left there... take out the dishes... change the sheets... and I was going to start in the living room and work my way into the kitchen... I climbed out of bed and pulled on a shirt of yours I found lying on the floor next to the bed. I could see you watching me, as you lay propped up on the pillows... then I felt your hand on my back... caressing... I turned and laughed at you... stop it! And I leaned over you... kissed your mouth... and playfully dragged the linen off you... exposing you... get up... I walked out of the room and into the kitchen. I put the kettle on... coffee would be wonderful about now... I needed the caffeine hit. While the water was boiling I ran some water in the sink and started to wash up the few dishes we'd let pile up... Music... that's what I needed for motivation... so leaving the kitchen I went into the living room and turned on the c. d. player... music filled the apartment... I pumped up the volume a little and danced my way to the hall cupboard and pulled out the vacuum cleaner. I plugged it in and began cleaning the floor as I continued to dance about the room... feeling happy and elated. I was not sure how long you'd been sitting there... but I turned to maneuver the vacuum at one point and noticed you leaning over the back of the sofa... just watching me with an easy, sexy smile on your face... I smiled at you... a little embarrassed at being caught wiggling my ass around the apartment with a vacuum cleaner... "What are you doing?" I asked you... "get back in there and do your own room"... you laughed at me and told me you rather liked the view from where you were... I poked my tongue out at you playfully and continued cleaning... You sat down on the sofa... staring at me... enjoying the music and the show I was putting on for you... I knew you were watching me... so I played up to you a little... moving my ass deliberately to the music... grinding and swaying... I looked up to see you laying across the couch... your robe fallen open... and your cock exposed... and hardening... I laughed at you... "Oh no you don't... forget it... We have stuff to do... so go do it...!" I turned my back on you... even though the thought of your hard cock was sending a rush through my body that I wouldn't admit to out loud... I bent over slightly to push the head of the cleaner under one of the armchairs... and I felt your hands on my hips... standing behind me... pushing your cock hard up against my ass... I couldn't help myself... I began to grind against you in time to the music that was echoing around the apartment. I heard you let out an audible moan as I moved my ass against you... and that was enough to turn me on and get my own juices flowing again... I felt your hands on my shoulders... pushing me forward... my hands instinctively reached out to the chair I was in front of and held onto the arms of it. I was on my knees now and I could feel your hands on my hips... pulling me back... both my hands were flat on the floor now... I found myself in an all fours position. I reached over and clicked the off button on the vacuum. Then I felt the warm touch of your open hand on my pussy... slowly moving it up and down... I could feel my juices wetting your hand as it slid over me... I couldn't see you... but I felt your cock at the entrance to my pussy... probing... seeking entry... and then slowly pushing the head inside... almost gliding in with the help of my wetness... then the gentle stroking of your cock moving in and out of me as I pushed back against you slowly and excitedly. I was feeling hot and sexy in this vulnerable position... imagining you behind me with your eyes on my ass... watching your cock slide in and out of my pussy... exciting you more and more... you began to move a little faster... and I made sure you heard me when I moaned out loud "oh fuck yes"... and immediately felt you thrust a little faster and harder... feeling your balls tight up against me in between thrusts. I started to rock on my hands and knees... pushing back against you as if trying to swallow up your cock... deeper than ever before... I felt your thumb rimming my ass... and then I felt you push your thumb inside me as your cock thrust hard and deep inside my pussy... and I was on the edge... that fine threshold between pleasure and pain... I was moaning loudly now... but not wanting you to stop... then I heard you... "baby I want to cum"... Oh no you don't! Not yet... I pulled myself off you and turned myself around so that I was sitting flat on the floor in front of you... my cheeks were flushed and I was breathing heavily... looking at your cock... hard and delicious looking... your eyes were glazed and had a look of confusion in them... I could tell you wanted to cum bad... I was enjoying the knowledge that I had stopped you just in time... I leaned back against the chair... opened my legs wide... and slid my hand down to my pussy... my clit was swollen, hard and throbbing... I began to slowly circle my finger around it... you went to move towards me... I pushed my hand onto your chest and stopped you... "Just watch"... and I continued my masturbation while you sat still, on your knees, in front of me, watching with excitement... cock at attention... I alternated my eyes from your cock to your eyes... rubbing at myself... occasionally sliding in my finger to pull out a little more wetness... then drag it back up my slit and over my clit again... I looked you right in the eyes... "I'm going to cum real hard now honey"... and I felt you push my hand out of the way... in one movement you bent down and your face was in front of my soaking pussy... and the first touch of your open mouth and tongue on me sent my body into spasms like never before... you sucked and licked at my pussy till I was bucking up against your face in sensitive shudders. My eyes were closed as I relished the sensation of my orgasm... I pulled your head up away from my pussy and holding it between my hands I looked you in the eyes and pulled your mouth onto mine... kissing you hard and passionately... tasting my own cum in your mouth... sucking at your tongue. I pushed you back... "Your turn now babe"... I pulled your arms up and moved you back into your kneeling position... I stayed where I was... legs open... and leaned in towards you... taking your cock in my hand I held it firmly as I flicked my tongue over the top of it... I could taste my own bodily fluids on it again... sweet and musky... like sex and candy. I wanted more of you... slowly clamping my lips over the head of your cock I began to slide them down to the base... feeling my throat open up receptively and making sure the tip of you touched me there. My hand was caressing your tightly swollen balls... scraping my nails over them as I dragged my lips up and down your shaft... keeping my lips tight... sucking at the end as I moved my head faster and rhythmically over you again and again... I heard your sharp intake of breath and hoarsely whisper " ahh fuck Rhon, I'm gonna cum... NOW"... I pulled my head back... and continued to run my hand up and down your cock... pulling... flicking my tongue at the head... my mouth open... waiting expectantly... and then I felt it... warm shots of your cock cream hitting my mouth... my face... dribbling down my chin... my tongue licking at my lips desperately... trying to taste you before it ran down my face where I couldn't get at it... I kept squeezing you so hard... pumping out the last drops of your cum. With a loud grunting noise escaping from your throat you pulled away from me and collapsed exhausted on the floor... your chest rising and falling quickly... I scrambled up off my butt and crawled over you... straddling you... you look at me... and laugh... your cum still sticky on my face... wiping a smear of it away from my cheek you pull my head down to you and kiss me... "I love you Rhon"... and I was happy... I didn't need to say it back to you... I just lay my head down on your chest and listened to your heart beating. I knew the rest of the cleaning could be done now... smiling to myself I climbed off you and began walking out of the room... "hey", you called... "where are you going?"... And I turned and smiled at you "to make coffee"... As the c. d. finished playing all I heard was your laughter behind me in the living room. Cleaning Day It was Friday morning, the kids had gone off to school, Kim and Darnell decided they were going to work around the house, Darnell got himself dressed into his shorts and one of his tank tops that Kim loves so much, she couldn’t take her eyes off him kissing her softly, winking at her he proceeded outside with his coffee to mow the lawn, Kim however decided to stay and work inside, she stood staring out the window of the door for a few minutes watching him, she found herself lost in a day dream, (running her hands and tongue slowly up and down his chest as his body breaks out in a sweat, oh god how good he tastes and how good he feels). She snaps herself out of it as she finds her hands slowly running down her body, she goes into their room changing into one of Darnell’s button down shirts and her thong, starting her cleaning in their bathroom turning on the radio, getting onto her hands and knees she leans over the side of the tub, her ass now bared to the room with only her thong covering it. The entire time she proceeded to try to clean that tub all she could think about was her ever so sexy man out in the yard, visioning him removing his tank top as the sweat pours off his forehead, running down his nose, over his cheeks, down his neck, over his shoulders, down his arms, over his chest, down his back, covering all that wonderful hair that he has, and just how badly she would love to taste each and every ounce of glistening sweat that covers him, she would love nothing better than to have him in there with her at that very moment, feeling her hand slide in between her legs her nail tips teasing at her clit lightly through her thong as her breathing began to deepen. Stopping for a moment she gets herself back together, shaking her head gently, as she goes back to cleaning the tub, yet she didn’t realize that the sexy man she was just thinking about was behind her watching her, slowly he gets down onto his hands and knees, crawling in behind her, with the tip of his tongue he gently and slowly traces the length of her thong, she lets out with a surprised sort of shriek, as her ass pushes back toward him. “You didn’t have to stop baby girl; there’s nothing your daddy loves better than watching you.” He whispers softly. “Oh god daddy I’m such a bad girl; I know I’m supposed to be cleaning this bathroom but I just couldn’t help it, you know what it does to me when I watch you working outside and your body gets all sweaty like that.” “Baby girl, just look at me.” Turning her head, her eyes lock onto his, with his devilish little grin he repeats the same thing, his tongue running slowly up the entire length of her thong, stopping at the top for a moment just staring at her, in a teasing sort of fashion, dragging his teeth over her thong, as he takes his hand slapping her ass cheek softly, she shrieks as her body tenses, placing his hand flat on the small of her back, pulling her thong to the side with his teeth, slowly slipping his thumb in between the crack of her ass, teasing her rose bud gently, his tongue gliding slowly up and down the length of her pussy lips, ever so softly his tongue encircles her clit, driving her body into spasms. Feeling her insides twisting and turning she didn’t want him to stop, ever so slowly he begins to slide his thumb inside her rose bud as his tongue began to slide up inside her ever so wet, so tight pussy all at one time. Her ass pushing back against his thumb wanting more inside her, her pussy beginning to grind against his mouth as her hands came to rest on the edge of the tub, her fingers grabbing onto the side, her back arching, her soft moans now turning to screams, his thumb working in and out of her a little harder and faster as his tongue slid deeper inside her, finding her g-spot concentrating on it. “OH FUCK DADDY, PLEASE OH GOD PLEASE DON’T STOP!!!” she screams out in her sexy little whiny voice that her daddy loves so much. The harder and faster that he worked on her g-spot, and inside her rosebud the faster and harder she would grind against his mouth, his moans and growls now growing louder as he knew what he was about to create. “Come on baby girl, cum for daddy, give it all to me, daddies hungry.” With that all in one swift yet gentle motion he pushes his thumb inside her rose bud up to his very last knuckle, as he pushes his tongue now as deep inside her as he possibly could, that was all it took, feeling her muscles inside her pussy grabbing onto his tongue as Kim’s body shivered and shook, her screams so loud they echoed off the walls of the tub, his hand wrapped around her leg pulling her in closer to him, holding her in position as she released all her love juices that her daddy wanted so badly. As Kim’s body began to come back down she began to shake, Darnell stands up, standing behind her standing her up with him, wrapping his arms around her, holding her tightly, not tight enough to hurt her but tight enough so that she knows he’s there; holding her close to him. “I love you baby girl.” He whispers softly in her ear. “I love you daddy.” She whispers in her soft sexy little voice. Slowly she turns in his arms, facing him she rests her head on his chest, he reaches in the shower turning it on, as the water warms up he takes her face into his hands looking deep into her eyes, kissing her softly yet passionately, taking two steps back slowly he unbuttons the buttons on the shirt she’s wearing, only to find to his enjoyment that the only thing under that shirt is her. Gently he takes her breasts into his hands massaging them ever so gently, taking her nipples between his first finger and his thumb twisting and tweaking them lightly, she moans softly as her head goes back, placing his hands flat in the middle of her back holding her from falling back, gently he leans in taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking, licking and nibbling softly, her eyes close as she enjoys the sensations that are running through her being. Slowly her hand roams down his side over his hip coming to rest on his now hard, rigid, bulging mass that tents against his shorts, massaging it ever so gently, raking her nail tips over it lightly, yet firmly enough to send wave after wave of erotic sensations through his entire being, as he moans softly. Little by little she begins to open his shorts, wanting that mass in her hand, lowering his shorts over his hips, slowly and gently encasing his member with her hand, his body tensing as his back arches, his moans growing in intensity, as she begins to stroke him ever so gently yet firmly. “What’s the matter daddy?” she asks in her sexy little devious voice. “AAAHHH, Oh shit, nothing absolutely nothing, just please…” he replies in his sexy high pitch tone. “Please what? Tell me daddy.” “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” “Come with me daddy.” Taking his hand she steps into the shower, he steps in behind her, she turns to she’s now behind him with the water running over his body, slowly she takes his mass back into her hand, every time she touches him his body tenses and his back arches, resting his back against the wall she moves in closer to him, her tongue tracing down his chest, meeting with her hand, lightly teasing the tip of his member with her tongue as she sucks the length of him into her mouth, locking her lips around it, sucking it longer and deeper, and harder, his hands slip into the sides of her hair, as he slowly begins to fuck her mouth. His body beginning to shake, thrash, twist, his moans turned to screams as he picks up his pace, faster and deeper he works his member into the back of her throat, taking all that she could, very gently taking one finger on her right hand slowly she teases his ass. She knew exactly what his body needed at that moment, gently she slides her finger up inside him, finding his little g-spot that she knows drives his body crazy, the more she proceeded to tease it with her nail tip, the harder and faster he fucked her mouth, his breathing increased quite rapidly, his screams got even louder, as his body tensed as she could feel his mass hardening even more in her mouth as his balls tightened. “OH FUCK YESSSS BABY GIRL, DADDIE’S GOING TO CUM!!!!!!!!!!!” Knowing this she proceeded to push her finger as far up inside him as she possibly could and just held it there, and with one last thrust into her mouth he released all his hot love juices that he knew his baby girl wanted so badly. As he released into the back of her throat, she swallows almost every drop, yet keeping some of it still in her mouth she slowly slides her upper body up his upper torso, running her hands into the back of his hair, pulling him down to her, she kisses him softly yet deeply sharing with him what he had just given her. “I love you daddy.” She whispers softly in his ear. “I love you baby girl.” Cleaning Day Tiffany ran the feather duster across the table top, then over the desk, and stopped when she came to the diamond ring on the blotter, she picked it up and stared at it. She had been a maid at the Thompson house for almost eight months now, they paid her reasonably well, but the ring caught her eye, she could never afford something like this, not on her salary. She watched as it sparkled in the light, she put it down and continued her work. When she had finished the room, she went back and examined the ring again, her eyes were getting glassy, just dreaming about it, she slipped it on her finger and stretched out her fingers, admiring it. She hated the skimpy maid costume she had to wear, but the color of the outfit showed off the brilliance of the stone as she held her hand against it. "TIFF!!!!" She jumped straight up; she had not heard Mr. Thompson come into the office, "Yes Sir?" She tried to hide her hand with the ring on it. "Show me your hand," hesitatingly she did. She stared down at the floor, knowing she had been caught red handed, he took her hand and stared at the ring on her finger, "Do you think this is yours, Tiffany?" She shook her head no, then he let her hand go, she worked to get the ring off her finger, but it was on tightly, she thought he was going to help her get it off, as she saw his hand approach, it stroked the tops of her exposed breasts instead. She went to slap it away, he grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm behind her back, and then he marched her around behind the desk. He opened a desk drawer and produced some handcuffs, she tried to twist away, but he held her firmly and clasped them over her wrists, then he shoved her down into the chair. "Mr. Thompson, I'm going to report you to the police!" He went back to play with the exposed tops of her breasts, "And say what? That I handcuffed you? A thief, who steals a valuable ring. Who do you think will go to jail?" Tiffany thought for a minute, she hadn't intended on stealing the ring, but how could she prove that? Wasn't possession 9/10ths of the law? Or something likes that? "Look, Mr. Thompson, I was just cleaning up in here and saw the ring. I thought it was beautiful and just wanted to see what it looked like on my finger. I wasn't going to steal it or anything; I just wanted to see what it looked like, really." "I'd really like to believe you, Tiffany, but you did have it on and you thought no one was home. Mrs. Thompson has complained that some of her jewelry is missing, do you know anything about that?" It was a lie, he just wanted to get the upper hand, "Jewelry is missing and now I find you with her ring on, I'm no detective, but it kind of adds up to me." Tiffany was panicking, she knew she hadn't done it, but could she prove it? His fingers were now under the front of her top and her nipples were responding to his touch, they were getting so hard, they ached. She hadn't had sex in months, something always seemed to go wrong, all she had were her plastic and rubber friends and her fingers, they were good, but always left her unsatisfied. With his knee, he urged her legs apart and started on her knees, caressing her thigh up to the hem of her skirt, he stopped, looked her in the yes, his other hand still busy on her nipple, he smiled and pushed his hand under her skirt. He worked his way up to the juncture of her thighs; his hand roamed the smooth flesh of her belly, then down across her pubis. He drew a finger down the crease of her pussy lips, on the outside of her panties. "What do you think, Tiffany? Do you think we could turn this misunderstanding into an understanding? My wife is gone until 5, it's only 1 now. Would you like to earn my forgiveness and perhaps keep yourself out of jail?" She pondered it for a minute, his fingers stroked both her nipples and her slit, she felt herself getting wet, she was horny as hell, but she was no thief. It seemed like the only way out was through her own body, she reluctantly agreed. He smiled again; he wasn't unattractive, though he was as old as her father. He worked his fingers under the crotchband of her panties and across her smooth pussy, "Bald, hmmmm, I like that, Tiffany. It makes it so much nicer to eat," His words made her blush slightly, but it also made her ever wetter. His finger parted her labia and then found her clit, which had been growing since he first started stroking her body. He stood her up and then reached up under her skirt and drew her panties down, leaving them at her knees, and then he ran his hand back up her thigh, watching the nervousness in her eyes as well as her lust. He pushed his thumb up under her hood, her clit was engorged with blood, he stroked it, she felt weak in the knees, no one, besides herself, had touched her there in a long time. He drew closer to her face and she saw his lips approaching, she felt like she should turn her head, but her pussy, as well as the rest of her, couldn't resist, she welcomed his tongue into her mouth, small moans of delight escaped. Secretly, she wondered what it would feel like to have a real cock inside of her, it had been so long. His tongue and his thumb were like a blow torch, making the heat within her rise. He could tell that she had done without sex for quite awhile, her movements and mannerisms showed this, he increased his ministrations on her clit and broke their kiss. "I am going to make you cum, Tiffany. I want to feel your juices pour over my hand, show me what a little slut my maid can be. Oh yes, I've watched you, I know that you can be a slut. I've watched you pleasure yourself in the bathroom; things are not always as they seem, and I have many things I have learned about you. Funny, all it took were some dirty pictures and magazines left temptingly within reach. An empty house, you were working, only you were soon working on your own little diversions." His candor surprised her, she had no clue that anyone knew she had masturbated to his illicit photos and magazines. She tried to figure out how he knew, but his finger was expertly manipulating her swollen clit and thoughts of anything but that were hard to come by. His other hand had exposed her tit and his head dropped to capture her nipple, biting and sucking, her head began to spin out of control, this bastard was getting his way, her orgasm was building. She gasped as her orgasm built, his hands and his mouth worked her body in unison and she felt the heat in her loins turn to a fire as she moaned out her orgasm and her body shook, his fingers and mouth continued, her body wracked by one long orgasm, her clit incredibly sensitive. "Yes, cum my little slut. Show me how much of an orgasm loving slut you are." His words cut deep, but she was an orgasm loving slut, her own fingers and her 'friends' had gotten her off many times recently, but now, someone else's fingers were doing it and she was lost as she screamed out her final squeals of delight. He played her like a fine tuned instrument, he was very pleased with himself and his mind leapt to all of the things he could make this little slut do for him. He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her down to her knees, "Take it out and clean it, Tiffany. Show me what a good little cock-cleaning maid you are," She felt embarrassed, but she did as she was told, his cock wasn't huge, but it was much better than her imitation ones, it pulsed and was warm and she knew that there was a real load of cum in this ballsac she was cupping. She licked the outside of it, from the tip to the base, then back up, she swirled her tongue around the head, then she dipped her tongue into his peehole, licking it just like his finger had split her labia, her tongue split his peehole. He took in a gush of breath, she was very good, and he looked down at her, watching her work, that tongue was invaluable. She locked her lips around the head, closing behind the crown and she sucked, her tongue still working his peehole as she tasted his muskiness. She locked her lips on his cock and put her hand on his thigh and began to take him into her mouth, swirling her tongue all the way in and out, she felt herself getting excited again. She could feel he was enjoying himself, he had begun to thrust to meet her sucking mouth, she happened to see herself in the side mirror, she felt like a slut, on her knees, her panties still around her lower thighs as his cock went in and out of her mouth, she could also feel her own juices seeping down her thighs. He grabbed her under her arms and pulled her up, his cock made a loud pop as it broke suction with her mouth; he turned her around and pushed her onto his desk, throwing her short skirt up on her back. He pointed his cock at her ass and pushed; she tensed up and screamed out, "NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" "I'm taking that ass of yours, Tiffany. A cheap, thieving maid like you has probably had plenty of cocks in her ass, now take it and shut up!!!" He pushed hard, but her resistance was only momentary as he slid in to his balls, he was right, she had been fucked here a lot. He began to slap her ass as he fucked her, "Yeah, you little slut, you like my cock in your ass, don't you?" He sped up, feeling his own orgasm approaching as her ass clamped down on his pistoning cock. He slapped her ass hard and drove deep, feeling his pent up cum emptying into his maid's ass, loving every bit of it and cursing his frigid wife. He held his cock deep in her ass, feeling her milk him with her sphincter, relishing every movement. He pulled out of her ass and watched as some of his cum drooled out before her ass could close back all the way, then he wiped his cock off on her skirt, the white cum looked good on the black fabric. He glanced at the clock on the bookcase, almost 4:30, his wife would be home soon, he wouldn't have to worry about sex anymore, he had his well built young maid to service him now and his wife could just go to sleep. "You better get busy, Tiffany. Mrs. Thompson will be home soon and you've still got work to do." He watched her try to straighten up her clothes, he loved watching her fit those big, beautiful tits back in her top, "You will make yourself available to me whenever I want, Tiffany, otherwise, you'll go straight to jail!" -END- Cleaning Day Rob leaned against the doorframe watching Susan vacuumed the living room. It was cleaning day and he had just finished working on the cars and was on his way to the shower. He stood watching his wife in nothing but towel and a smile. Susan had pulled her deep auburn locks in a ponytail. Rob loved her hair. In fact, it was those locks, which had first caught his attention; lustrous, soft, and always smelling fresh. Susan's ponytail exposed her long sensuous neck. Susan loved to have her neck kissed and Rob loved to kiss that neck. His smile broadened, as he thought of the special place at the nape of the neck that sent shivers down her spine and cause her to he putty in his hands. Susan was wearing one of Rob's tank type undershirts and through the white cotton; he could see that Susan was not wearing a bra. The undershirts wrap each of her breasts gently in a soft cotton cocoon, but not constricting. The shirt allows an ample amount of Susan's cleavage to show. Since her back was to him, he could only imagine her firmness, her large pink nipples starting to rise from the gentle rubbing of the soft cotton on her swaying breasts. His undershirts showed enough to be sinfully teasing but not enough to be seen through. Susan knew how the shirts affected him and Rob wondered if her attire was intentional. Susan was sweating. Rob imagined the slight glisten of sweat in her cleavage. He pictures a small bead of sweat running between her breasts, using the pronounced tan lines as a road map, around the perimeter of her soft curves. Rob thoughts turned to a special very warm summer night ... It was a Tennessee Williams sort of night, still, hot, humid, and full of passion. How they sweated. He remembered how she looked. Her hair was pasted to her face; sweat was running down her face on to her breasts then dripping off her nipples on to his chest. The more she bounced, the hotter it became, and the wilder their passion. Their passion and the tension of their lovemaking matched the thickness of the night. Their sweat was making them slick as if covered with oil. Their passion worked to a glorious climax lasting several minutes. She simply collapsed on to him and laid there, their sweat pooling onto the sheets. WHAM! The sound of the vacuum hitting the piano brought Rob back to reality. Lucky for Rob, Susan was still facing away from him. She bent over to move some pillows. Her butt never looked so good. She was wearing a pair of tight, gray workout shorts. Susan worked out daily and of all her features, her butt showed the results the best. It was firm and round. His mind wondered to a cold winter's night some time ago... Post Card Perfect was the saying. A snow covered cabin in the mountains. Cold outside but warm inside and the wine was flowing. Susan lay on the floor, naked and relaxed from the massage Rob had just finished. The fire reflected off her smooth, oiled skin. "Mmmm, Rob, this feels heavenly." Susan purred. "Remind me to nominate your hands for an award." Rob sat on the floor rubbing Susan's shoulders. He looked over his fiancée and smiled. The massage and the wine had relaxed Susan. So much so that she did not notice Rob's aroused state. He straddled Susan's butt and continued the massage. Using a rocking motion, he gently rubbed the heals of his hands up her spine then lightly feathered her skin with the tip of his fingers. As he rocked Susan into another world, his penis just happen to fall into the space between her but cheeks. As the massage progressed, he was becoming more and more aroused. When Rob was almost to the point of no return, Susan rose up onto her hands and knees, gave Rob a wicked smile. He knew just what to do. He pointed the tip of his penis at her womanhood and ... SHIT ...! Susan had stubbed her toe on a chair leg. That brought Rob back to his living room. As he watched her hop on one foot, he spied her long, shapely legs, still tanned after a summer at the pool. Those legs that looked so good in black stockings and garters, in short skirts, especially the red tee-shirt dress that clung to her unbelievable curves, and in her very small bikini. Those legs that she would wrap so tightly around him while making love. Those legs! Long, muscular, smooth, with still a hint of summer glow, which flow like sand dunes, gently curving and rolling in the right places. Those legs that are perfect tools to drive Rob crazy, as she did on his last birthday... He arrived home from work to find a note tacked to the garage door. "My Sweets -- drinks are poured. Take off that tie and coat and have a seat. Do NOT turn on any lights or it will ruin your surprise. " Intrigued, Rob entered the dimly lit house to find his favorite cocktail on the bar. He took the drink and sat on the couch where he found an erotic story. Susan had recently started dabbling in writing erotic stories and was getting pretty good. He liked it when she wrote because she would get so horny. She normally wrote in bed. When she was finished, she would sometimes masturbate or sometimes she would attack him like a wild cat! He started to read. It was her best yet, as measured by his erection. He set the story down, immediately the lights came on in the bedroom, and the powerful tones of Stevie Ray Vaughn came from the CD player. Silhouetted in the doorway were the gorgeous curves of his wife. It was a scene from the movies. Rob could not tell what his wife was wearing but know it would be delightful. Susan started dancing. The light cast a bright aura around Susan, tracing her "dangerous" curves. Glimpses were all he got. Susan definitely knew what she was doing. After about 10 minutes (an hour in Rob's time line), Susan started to move around the living room. It was at this time that Rob noticed Susan was wearing a silky, black dress, cut high on the hip and low at the neck. She wore black stockings and no shoes. She moved more like floated through the room. The way the material clung and moved hinted at what was and was NOT under the dress. Rob could only sit and stare at his wife. She used her movements as a hypnotist used a silver watch. He could not move. Rob was in a trance starting at this angel in black. She danced and danced, sometimes close, some times far, but always in sight. She teased, lifting the hem of her dress to expose a bare bottom or resting her arms on the chair so Rob got a look down her dress at the bare breasts. Rob was at her mercy. The music changed to a slower pace and Susan placed one foot on the armrest of his chair. Susan seductively pushed the hem of her up her leg to show a generous portion of thigh and just as her smooth triangle was visible. Rob's suspicions were correct; Susan did not have any panties on. Susan stood there with one leg raise on the chair, showing all she had to Rob. She slowly lowered on hand and started to rub herself. Rob gulped. Susan removed her finger, disconnected the stockings from the garter, and slowly rolled the stockings down her leg. Slowly, slowly, devilishly slow the stocking came down. Rob mustered the strength to try to help only to have his hand slapped. "No touching, you naughty boy!" Susan whispered. Down, down, down the silky stocking came down over her shapely legs. Slow, slow, painfully slow Susan rolled. After what seemed to be days, Susan stopped and ordered Rob to finish the job. "Not with your hands, silly boy, with your teeth!" She ordered. Rob had no option but to obey. He grabbed the end of the stockings with his teeth and removed the stockings. Susan started to dance again. Kicking her legs high and showing Rob Everything. She swayed and gyrated; breast and hip swaying and gyrating like a well-choreographed chorus line. The music changed again and again Susan planted her foot. This time she planted her foot not on the arm of the chair but on robs crotch. He almost came right there and then. Only the strength of Susan spell kept his boxers clean. Susan lifted the hem of her dress once more and this time she ... Rob was brought back from his revelry by the sound of the vacuum being turned off. He stood in the kitchen door. His towel resembled a boy-scout tent, the kind that can hold the entire troop. He had to have his wife her and now. He silently crept up to Susan, grabbed her from behind, and started to kiss her neck; her salty skin warm to his lips. "Rob! ... Stop! I have cleaning still to do." Rob would not be denied. He reached into Susan's tee shirt and started to message her bare breasts while continuing to kiss her neck. "Rob! You are a naught boy. Leave it to later!" However, Rob was a man with a mission. He cupped Susan's breasts and flicked his thumbs across her nipples. Susan giggled and Rob knew he had her. She turned around and smiled. She kissed his lips, neck, chest, hovering at HIS nipples, and then continued to his erect soldier. She kissed the tip of the helmet and ran her tongue under the length of his staff. She was determined to clean him thoroughly. It was after all, cleaning day. She ran her tongue back up the shaft and engulfed him as far as she could. Susan sucked rob for a short while then started to lick him again. She continued this for sometime until Rob approached orgasm, then she stopped. Rob was in agony and wanted more. He gently raised Susan up and lightly pushed her onto the couch. He wrestled her shorts and shirt off her and dived into her triangle. She smelled great. He ran his tongue the length of her slot. He lingered at the clit for some time but never touched it. He ran his tongue back down the slot this time entering it slightly and again lingered at the clit. Each time he ran up and down her vagina, he would enter her a little more and touch her clit a few times more. Susan moaned softly as rob licked her. Up and down went his tongue. He paused long enough to stimulate the clitoris then return down then up. Susan was moving her hips now trying to convince him to stay in one spot. Rob ignored her. He continued his "feast". He even entered her with his tongue a couple of times. That brought a squeal from Susan who was nearing orgasm. She was almost over the top when Rob stopped. "Pay backs are a bitch," Rob said as a string of profanities leapt from Susan's mouth. He quickly moved to pin Susan to the couch licking his way up her belly to her breasts. He loved licking and sucking her breasts. They were so full and firm with large nipples that stand at attention. He licked one nipple while he rolled the other gently between his thumb and index finger. Susan was wriggling, moaning, and begging to be fucked. Rob just laughed evilly and continued. He had her pinned and she could not do anything about it. Each lick brought a low moan from Susan and each pinch brought a squeal. He nibbled on her nipple, sending electric shock waves through her body. He was really enjoying himself. He moved his free hand to her clit and started to rub. This drove her wild. She was really begging now. However, Rob would not stop. The faster he rubbed, pinched, and licked, the louder Susan squealed, moaned, and cursed. Finally, Susan tensed up and the warm energy of orgasm swept over her body. "OH BABY! I'M COMING! FUCK YES! YES! OH YES! I LOVE YOU! OH JEEZE! FUCK ME! FUCK ME NOW! ... OH NO! HERE I COME AGAIN! YES!" Susan was screaming at the top of her lungs. On and on she screamed until with one fluid move of super-human strength, she pushed Rob to the floor, pinned him and impaled her self on his manhood. She let out a long lustful scream as she drove his shaft deep into her cavern. Up and down Susan rode Rob's manhood. Susan bounced on Rob like a cowboy on a bucking bronco. At last, with one that final wail of abandoned lust, Susan erupted into a very intense orgasm, causing her to shake. At the same time Rob came deep in Susan as she leaned back to catch every pulse and throb, then collapsed. Rob and Susan lay on the freshly vacuumed carpet, gasping for air. Finally, Susan whispered, "Weren't you on your way to take a shower?" "Yes," Answered Rob. "Why do you ask?" "Because I cleaned it earlier this morning and I want do not want my hard work ruined." She said. "I better join you to see that everything is put in it's proper place," Susan said and led him to the bathroom. Cleaning Day Gilbert called my parents and asked if I could come over to help him. He was an elderly retired gentlemen whom my parents had befriended at my church. Since I was desperately in need of spending money and Gilbert was so generous with my older brother, I consented. Spending time with elderly men was not something that appealed to me, but I convinced myself that I could do a good deed and be well paid, too. Much to my chagrin, the air conditioning unit in Gilbert's tiny apartment was malfunctioning. The old man seemed completely embarrassed that cool air was not coming out of the vents. "I've been complaining all day," said Gilbert, "But it seems I'm not the only one complaining." The wispy hairs on his head did not hide his pained expression. In the back of my mind, I started to wonder if Gilbert was expecting my older brother instead. Sure, Gilbert would put his hands on his knees whenever he got a chance, but it was his older brother who bragged about the money he would receive from Gilbert. I felt a twinge of envy. Unfortunately, Gilbert picked up on my feelings. "Do you want to come back another time?" said Gilbert, "I can pay you today so you can come back whenever they get the air conditioning fixed." The old man had a wad bills in his hand. His other hand held the straps of his bathrobe. To my surprise, Gilbert did not appear to be a wilting flower of an old man. In fact, I could see some muscle definition underneath the bathrobe. Gilbert immediately noticed that I was checking out his bathrobe. "Sorry," said Gilbert, "I'm not dressed." "It's really hot in here," I said, "I see why you're not dressed." "Does that bother you?" asked Gilbert. Sure, it was creepy that an old man was standing in front of me with a bathrobe, but I did not want to offend the old man. I guess I was too focused on the wad of cash in his hand. With much bravado, I shrugged my shoulders. I reached behind me and shut the door and locked it. "No," I said, "But your neighbors might not like it." Gilbert laughed. "You're such a good sport," said Gilbert. The old man patted me on the shoulder. "Your brother always had a problem with me in my bathrobe," said Gilbert. "Really?" I asked. Without asking, Gilbert shoved the cash into my hands and walked off. "What else can you tell me about my brother?" I asked. The old man turned around. With a twinkle in his eyes, Gilbert pointed to the refrigerator. "Your brother had a problem with me drinking," said Gilbert, "You can help yourself to a beer or two. In fact, grab me one, too." "You don't have to tell me twice," I said. Even though alarm bells were ringing in my head, I was happy to drink someone else's beer. Before long, Gilbert and I were sharing some cold refreshing adult beverages. The old man just wanted someone to dust off around the house. After a beer or two, I was happy to oblige. "Look," said Gilbert, "There's no point in you getting sweat all over your clothes." "It's okay," I said. "If it makes you feel any better," said Gilbert, "There's another bathrobe. It's behind the bathroom door." By this time, there was a warm feeling in my stomach and buzz in my head. I was determined to earn the money that I had stashed into my jeans pocket. "I don't need a bathrobe," I said. Gilbert seemed puzzled. "Besides," he said, "There's no one here but us." "What you saying?" I asked, "I trust you won't tell anyone." Gilbert nodded. "I won't tell a soul," said Gilbert, "I know you have to protect your reputation with the guys." I sighed. "Relax," I said, "Most of the guys don't want anything to do with a loser like me anyway." "Do you think you're a loser?" asked Gilbert. I shrugged. "Everyone thinks I'm a virgin anyway," I said. Gilbert nodded his head. "I see," said Gilbert, "I would not pay much attention to that." "What does that mean?" I asked. "Most guys lie about their sexual conquests," said Gilbert, "Most of them would not know what to do with a woman if they were naked in front of them." I laughed. Gilbert looked at me curiously. "It's true," said Gilbert, "Don't believe a damned word they say." "I believe you," I said. "They would not know how to please a woman anyway," said Gilbert. After we finished our beer, Gilbert pointed to the bathroom. "You're welcome to use the bathrobe if you like," said Gilbert. "I don't know about that," I said. "Your brother would walk around here in just his underwear," said Gilbert, "It didn't bother me." At that, Gilbert got up. He got up and started to walk to the kitchen. "I didn't wear any underwear," I said sheepishly. Gilbert shrugged his shoulders. "If it makes you feel better," said Gilbert, "Neither did I." Before I could follow him, Gilbert turned around and looked at me with a suspicious eye. "You seem a lot more trustworthy than your brother," said Gilbert. "Why do you say that?" I asked. There was look of fear in his eyes. Finally, Gilbert turned away. "Your brother was very kinky," said Gilbert, "He made me nervous." Before I could ask, Gilbert had disappeared into the tiny galley kitchen. I scratched my head. How did he know that was brother was kinky? What in the world was my brother doing that made the old man so suspicious? I knew my older brother was super-competitive and very bossy, but I knew nothing beyond that. In the end, I put that out of my head. With the alcohol buzzing in my head, I tossed all inhibitions aside and left my clothes in the bathroom. True, I thought it was creepy, but if my brother could do it, there was no reason on earth why I could not do it, too. In the next half hour, Gilbert was cleaning up in the kitchen and I could hear him banging some pots and pans. Eventually, Gilbert called to me. "Can you give me a hand?" asked Gilbert. I found Gilbert looking up at the cabinets above. He was trying to get something down from the cabinet, but he was too short. Naturally, I volunteered to get it for him. In my tipsy state, I was not able to jump up high enough. Usually, I would not stand this close to another man, especially if they were naked. Gilbert had tossed of the bathrobe. To my chagrin, I discovered that my penis had elongated. All of the jumping up and down had freed my member to flop around. I blushed. This was completely unexpected. Still, Gilbert did not seem to notice. In fact, he was still staring at something that was on the top shelf of the cabinet. "Just out of reach," said Gilbert, "We'll just take care of that another time." "Wait," I said, "I got any idea." With Gilbert help, I climbed up onto the counter. To my surprise, Gilbert was using both hands to push my posterior. His warm and strong hands felt good on my bare butt. Of course, I knew my penis was responding to the touch. I told myself that I had to finish the task before Gilbert discovered my erection. I was so embarrassed. Gilbert pointed to the box on the top shelf and I quickly handed it to him. Gilbert clapped. He was very happy to get the box. The old man put the box to one side and turned to help me down. Then the unthinkable happened. My erection went straight into Gilbert's mouth as he tried to thank me. I felt the warm, wet interior of his mouth. My penis slid down his throat and I felt my body shake. I grabbed onto Gilbert bald head as I steadied myself. Before I could protest, I was ejaculating down his throat. My hips were gyrating as Gilbert tried to speak with my member in his mouth. It seemed like an eternity before I stopped ejaculating. When I finally let go of Gilbert's head, the old man's eyes were as wide as saucers. There was semen tripping from both sides of his mouth. To my surprise, Gilbert's tongue slurped up the loose semen from around his mouth. "You could have at least warned me," said Gilbert. Sheepishly, I jumped down from the counter. At that, Gilbert took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom. Before I knew what was happening, Gilbert was bent over the edge of his head. His hands had parted his buttocks. The old man waiting patiently for my next move. I stood there looking down at his exposed anus. To my surprise, it seemed like it had been stretched apart more than once before. In fact, I could see that Gilbert's penis was fully erect. Since I was a virgin, I didn't know what to do next. Gilbert noticed my hesitation and turned to reassure me. "I'm sorry," said Gilbert, "Your brother liked to ram his penis into my butt." My eyes grew wide. Now I understood why Gilbert was afraid to be naked around me. "Why?' I asked. Gilbert shrugged his shoulders. "That's why I called you," said Gilbert, "Your brother just wanted to use me. I was hoping you and I could have a different relationship." "Why would he do that to you?" I asked. Gilbert shrugged his shoulder again. "That's all he wanted to do," said Gilbert, "When you came in my mouth, I assumed you liked to do the same things." When I failed to answer, Gilbert held his hands up in the air. "Please don't tell him I said anything," said Gilbert, "He might hurt me." "No one's hurting anyone," I said. "Are you going to tell anyone?" asked Gilbert. "No," I said, "Not if you don't want me to." Gilbert sighed. He seemed relieved. "I'll make you deal," said Gilbert. "Deal? What deal?" I asked. Later on, I found myself sliding my penis into Gilbert's rectum. Maybe it was the beer. My inhibitions were gone and I wanted to satisfy my carnal desires. Gilbert's buttocks were very firm and I grabbed hold of them as I entered. The old man had squirted a generous dose of anal lube into his puckered anus beforehand. He was very grateful that I allowed him the courtesy of greasing his rectal cavity. "Oh my God," cried Gilbert, "You're definitely bigger than your brother." This was all the encouragement I needed. Within minutes, I was ejaculating deep between his buttocks. I massaged his firm ass as I made slow and deep thrusts. "Oh my God," cried Gilbert, "I'm coming." The old man shook underneath me. Obviously, the old man was enjoying himself also. When it was all over, we collapsed on his bed. We took the time to catch our breaths. Gilbert took my hand and patted it playfully. "What does it feel like?" asked Gilbert, "You're officially not a virgin anymore." "I feel great," I said. "I like you better," said Gilbert, "You're brother is a real asshole." "Yes, he is," I said. "Do you mind if I call again to help me clean?" asked Gilbert. "Sure," I said, "But only if you teach me what to do." "Are you sure?" asked Gilbert, "I hope you don't think any of this is too weird." "I don't care what my brother thinks," I said. By this time, the effects of the beer had worn off. I could feel the emptiness in my testicles from ejaculating so much semen. In fact, I was proud of myself. I just had amazing sex and I was certainly not about to share Gilbert with my brother. I looked down at his leaking penis. It was half erect and falling to one side. Without asking, I licked the top of his penis and tasted his salty semen. It tasted just like my own. In past, I had accidentally squirted into my own mouth. After the initial surprise, I came to the conclusion that the frothy liquid was harmless. Immediately, Gilbert gasped. He was completely surprised. His penis started to elongate. I whistled at how fast the old man's penis grew to full length. "What are you doing to me?" asked Gilbert. I gave the old man a wink. "You did ask me to come here to clean," I said. Once more, the old man's eyes grew as wide as saucers as I slid his entire penis into my mouth. "I start with your penis," I said. Cleaning Day Ch. 02 Kim and Darnell come out of the bathroom. Lying down on the bed together they drift off to sleep. Morning comes and Darnell awakens to the sexiest woman alive laying in his arms. Not wanting to wake her he just lies there watching her sleep. (thanking god she has chosen him as the man she wanted to be with). He knew deep down in his heart they would be together for a very long time. He always has a smile on his face. Kim finally awakens from her sleep with Darnell staring into her eyes. It sort of startles her she jumps a little. “You ok sweetie?” Darnell asks softly in his sexy voice that she loves so much. “Yes” she replies leaning over and wrapping her arms around him not wanting to let go. Darnell kisses her softly and wraps his arms around her pulling her closer to him. Grabbing a handful of her ever so wonderful ass he likes so much. Kim looks up at him with a fumy look on her face. “Are you trying to start something?” Kim asks. “Maybe” he replies smiling from ear to ear. “Don’t start something you can’t finish Mr.” “Are you saying I won’t finish what I start?” “That’s exactly what I am saying” Kim replies smiling. “Ok you asked for it now you’re going to get it.” Darnell replies as he jumps up and starts to tickle her till she wets herself. Kim is now upset cause she now has to go and take another shower and get all cleaned up again. She starts to get out of bed. “Where are you going little one?” Darnell asks. “I am going to take a shower and clean myself up is that ok with you?” “No that’s not ok with me cause you see I wasn’t done yet.” Darnell replies in his stern voice. He removes her nightshirt, pants and thong that she is wearing. She is now totally nude as he takes her laying her back down on the bed. “Now are you done, so I can go and take a shower?” Kim asks. “NO” Darnell replies in an even harsher tone, now get up here and get on your hands and knees missy I think you need to be punished for getting that little tone with me.” Kim notices his tone has picked up a bit and does as she is told. Darnell takes Kim’s hands and handcuffs them to the headboard smacking her ass a few times. “Are you going to be a good little girl like I know you can?” Darnell asks. “Yes” With Kim now handcuffed to the bed Darnell gets up behind her and swats her ass a few more times sliding in behind her in a squatting position. Taking his left hand placing it on the headboard, taking his cock into his other hand he slowly starts to enter her. She gives off this light moan as he enters her from behind. Moaning now louder and louder Kim starts pushing back against him Darnell he proceeds to slap her ass. “Did I tell you to do that?” “No” Kim replies, stopping dead in her tracts from pushing back against him. “Ok you want to be a naughty girl today do you.” Placing both hands now on the headboard Darnell begins to fuck her harder and harder making her take it all at once over and over and over again. “Are you going to be good or do I have to give it to you even harder?” “NO!!! I AM NOT GOING TO BE GOOD, WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?” Kim replies in a loud tone. “Ok you asked for it.” Darnell replies. Fucking her harder and harder deeper and deeper, pulling back on Kim’s hair. “How do you like my big cock in that tight little hole of yours you little slut?” “I love it daddy give it to me harder, harder daddy!!!” Kim screams as she cums more and more on his cock. “You think I am done with you? Well you better just think again cause today is going to be a day you won’t soon forget. Darnell replies. Darnell, making Kim stay right where she is smacks her ass over and over again as she screams loudly, “PLEASE DADDY, PLEASE NO MORE I WILL BE GOOD JUST DON’T SPANK ME ANYMORE PLEASE.” Kim begs and begs as Darnell keeps spanking her little ass bright red. “You think all that begging is going to save you today well then think again missy cause for you being a naughty girl today is going to be a day where you are punished when ever I want to punish you.” “NO DADDY, PLEASE DON’T PUNISH ME ANYMORE I PROMISE I’LL BE GOOD BUT PLEASE DON’T PUNISH ME ANY MORE.” Darnell is now getting upset with all Kim’s whining. “GET UP AND GO MAKE ME SOMETHING TO EAT RIGHT NOW.” Darnell commands as he releases her hands. Kim gets up and starts putting on her clothes to go do as she is told. Darnell stops her. “What do you think you’re doing little one?” “Going to make you some food Daddy just like you asked.” Kim replies. Darnell getting again now really upset gets up walking over to Kim. Pulling back on her hair but not enough to hurt her neck (he knows her neck is sensitive). “Did I tell you to get dressed or did I tell you to go make me some food?” “You told me to go make you some food daddy but but…” Darnell stops her right there. “But nothing I said go make me some damn food right now, before I get really mad.” Darnell replies smacking Kim’s ass a lot harder this time around. Kim not wanting to make him any angrier then he already was, goes to the kitchen and starts making Darnell something to eat. About ten minutes later Darnell comes into the kitchen and Kim is standing there in front of the stove cooking him something to eat her nice ass is shining bright red from the smack he had given her but he felt no remorse for doing it cause if she had just done what she was told she wouldn’t have gotten spanked. Darnell walks up behind Kim grabbing her by the hips and pulls her ass back bending her over. Kim jumps, a little startled. “DON’T YOU DARE MOVE, AND DON’T YOU DARE BURN MY FOOD.” Darnell commands in a very stern voice, as he smacks her ass once more reaching down between them he grabs his now throbbing cock sliding it up inside her all at one time. He begins fucking her slamming his cock in her as fast and as deep as he can. Kim starts pushing back against him harder and harder. Darnell reaches up and around her grabbing both Kim’s nipples twisting them harder and harder as he continues his burial of his massive cock inside her. “FUCK ME DADDY, FUCK ME HARDER MAKE ME CUM PLEASE OH GOD PLEASE DADDY MAKE ME YOURS MAKE MOMMY CUM HARD!!” Darnell starts fucking Kim really hard, as she moans now even louder and louder as she cums all over Darnell’s big cock. Darnell grabbing her hips one last time releases his big load inside Kim’s nice wet pussy filling her full. As the start to recover Darnell notices Kim has let his food burn like he told her not to do. To be continued. To the readers: this is the second part of “Cleaning Day” for the first part and the continuation to this story see “Littlemissnaughtygal” Cleaning Day Ch. 03 Kim knew Darnell would punish her now again for she had failed one of his commands she burnt his food, even though it was his fault, she had done it and she would gladly take responsibility for it the thought of him punishing her oh it just totally enticed her, the sound of his voice, the look in his eyes, the strength in his being, it was just what she needed. “You’re never going to learn are you little one, you know every god damned time you disobey me I will punish your sweet ass don’t you?” he barks out in a commanding voice, pulling back on her hair. “Yes I do, why do you think I did it, looks like your going to have to punish me now doesn’t it.” She replies back talking him. “Little girl you just made a very big mistake, you think your daddies going to be nice to you don’t you, well you had better guess again, I gave you the opportunity to do as I told you to, and again you failed, now I find out your doing it intentionally, that’s it, no more mister nice guy.” He was determined to get her to obey him one way or another, although she knew he wouldn’t ever hurt her, there for he had total control over her entire being, he was going to make her wish she had just obeyed him, although what he had in mind for her would be just as hard on him, but he knew he had to do it, he was going to make her clean the house and yet tease the shit out of her all day long, not letting her cum at all until he was damn good and ready, he might not let her cum until they go to bed tonight, but controlling himself from Cumming before hand was going to take a lot of will power on his behalf. Taking a hold of the back of her neck he leads her into the dining room, this is where it would begin, standing her in front of the table, he wraps his arms around her, pulling her back toward his chest, squeezing onto her breasts, not enough to hurt her but enough so she knew he had control, taking her nipples in between his fingers pulling out on them twisting and tweaking them. Her breathing deepening, her soft moans now getting louder, she grinds her ass against his member, he pulls now harder on her nipples, twisting them harder. “Stop it right now!!” he commands in a very harsh tone. “Oh no I won’t you like it when I do that, you know you want to put that big thing up inside me, I want it daddy I want it now please daddy please give it to me” She replies again in a back talk yet in a very sexy little whine as well. “You nasty little slut, your little whining isn’t going to get you what you want this time, you think you’re good enough to have my cock inside you? You didn’t obey me I told you not to burn my food, and yet you did just that intentionally, and you think I am going to reward you with my cock, fat chance in hell of that, I told you no more mister nice guy, this house needs to be cleaned and that’s your chore for the entire day.” “And just what prey tell are you going to do, just stand there and watch me?” she asked in almost wicked sort of tone. “Are you questioning me, you little slut?” “That’s exactly what I am doing why should I have to do this housework alone?” “You’re the one who wanted to disobey me intentionally now I have to punish you, now put your nasty ass to work and you will begin your cleaning in here, Clean off this damn table now!!!! How am I supposed to use this table to my advantage when you have all your shit on here?” She sets off to work, cleaning off first their dining room table, there was a piece of paper at the back of the table that she couldn’t reach, she looks back at him, with a very sad sort of begging look in her eyes. “Can you help me and reach that paper for me please daddy?” she asks softly in her soft little voice. “Oh hell no I can’t you will just have to reach over the table and get it yourself.” He commands. Knowing full well that if she reached her body across the table that left her ass bare and exposed for him to do as he pleased with it, she slowly moves her body around the table to get the paper, when suddenly she feels a hand in the back of her hair pulling her backwards. “Who in the fuck told you to move you little whore? Get your nasty little ass back here and do as I told you to and do it NOW!!!!” She does as he tells her to she leans over the table reaching for the paper he pushes her body almost flat down onto the table with one hand, quickly without warning in a rough sort of fashion pushing two fingers from his other hand deep inside her rose bud, she screams as her head throws back, as her ass tries to push back against his fingers. “That’s right my little slut scream for your daddy, but don’t you dare cum yet, your not going to cum at all today I won’t allow it, you were a very bad little girl, and now you’re going to pay the consequences, by the end of this day you will learn to obey me and do what I tell you when I tell you to do it and just how I tell you to do it do you understand me?” He barks out as he pushes his fingers now even deeper inside her. “Yes I do, but I only wanted…” she replies in a soft shaky voice. “You only wanted what? Bitch you wanted exactly what you’re getting, you wanted me to control you that’s exactly what you wanted, well disobey me again and see what happens.” “I won’t disobey you again I promise, just please daddy, please don’t make me wait till later to release what’s building inside me oh god please don’t.” she whines. “You will do what the fuck I tell you to, NOW I TOLD YOU DON’T YOU DARE CUM!!!” he spreads her legs running his tongue over her pussy lips. Oh god please daddy!!!!!!!!!!” she lets out in a soft screech as she again tries to push back against him. “Oh hell no I told you No and you’d best not do it!” he commands as he begins to whip her ass, NOW GET THE FUCK UP YOU H AVE WORK TO DO!!!” He commands as he pulls her off the table by her hair. She continues to clean in the dining room, each time she would bend over to pick something up he would slide two fingers deep inside her now growing ever so wet pussy, teasing at her g-spot, the last time she went to stand up he kept her bent over, pushing down on the small of her back, he let her grind against his fingers, but he knew she wouldn’t dare disobey him, he knew just how hard she was fighting to obey, and then suddenly he would stop, each time he did this her moans and screams would get louder, she was so hoping he would just take her, but she knew he wouldn’t until he was ready, or until he thought she had been punished long enough. Taking her by the hair once again he leads her into the kitchen, taking her over to the stove, making her look at the food she had burnt. “God damn it if you hadn’t burnt my food I wouldn’t have to be doing this to you right now, why did you make me have to do this?” “I’m sorry daddy.” She replies as she begins to cry. “Oh I know you are, and I’m sorry too but you’re crying isn’t going to work right now, you chose not to obey me and now you have to be punished, maybe by the time today is over you will have learned something.” He replies as he places one hand on the stove and one hand on the counter, bending her over so she stares directly at the inside of the pan. “DON’T TAKE YOUR EYES OFF THAT PAN, IS THAT UNDERSTOOD.” “I won’t I promise I will be a good girl, I will do what daddy tells me to.” “That’s my good girl, but you’re still going get just what’s coming to you don’t you dare move.” With her hands now in place, he parts her legs, standing in behind her reaching down in between them taking his member into his hand in one swift motion he buries himself as deep and as hard inside her pussy as he possibly could feeling the tip of his dick damn near hit the back of her pussy, she screams as her head once again throws back, yet she knew she couldn’t move, she told her daddy she would be a good girl and do just what he told her to, over and over again he would pull it out almost all the way and slam it back in again, her screams got so loud they echoed off all the walls. Feeling her pussy clamping down around him he knew what was going to happen, grabbing the back of her hair, he pulls her head back as he whips her ass one more time. “Are you honestly going to disobey me again, I told you not to cum and I damn well meant it, now get the hell up you have work that needs to be finished, the first thing you will do in here is scrub that god damned pan until it comes completely clean, do it now!” he commands as he pulls his member away from her. She turns toward him instead of toward the sink, placing her hands on his chest, looking directly at him, as the tears rolled down her cheeks. “Daddy please, this is so hard, I need you please give it back to me, I will be a good girl daddy, please don’t punish me anymore.” She pleads in her soft sexy little voice that she knows would normally get to him. He places his hands on her cheeks kissing her softly, wiping her tears away, slowly sliding his fingers into the sides of her hair, as he pulls her head back lightly. “Listen, you know your daddy loves you with all his heart, you could have had me all day long in just the way you wanted me, hell for that matter we could have spent the entire day in bed together if you really wanted to, but no you had to disobey me so now I have to do just what you left me no choice but to do, now your going to finish this house work, and maybe just maybe if you’re a good girl for the rest of the day or at least until you finish your house work, maybe daddy will let you cum for him then, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” “Oh god yes, I need you I will be a good girl, I promise.” “Now be a good girl and finish your work, you do as I tell you to and then we shall see what happens.” He kisses her one more time, turning her toward the sink she proceeds to clean the pan as he slips his hand between her legs her body jumps as he runs his finger over her clit, sliding his finger again inside her as he leans in kissing softly at the side of her neck, he could feel her body slowly beginning to melt, she finishes up the pan and places it in the dish drainer, slowly she leans back toward him, her arms wrapping around his neck, her fingers working into his hair. “No baby not yet, it’s not time, you need to clean out the sink and wipe down the stove and the counters.” He commands only softer this time, as he takes her hands out of his hair and her arms off from around his neck although he really didn’t want to. He wanted to take her right then and there and let her give him exactly what she needed to, but he knew it just wasn’t quite time yet. “I am going to give you a break for now, go sit down and have a cigarette and we are going to have lunch in a few minutes, I will make it this time, we wouldn’t want you to burn anything else today now would we?” he asks with a devilish sort of snicker. “No we don’t want to burn anything else today I learned my lesson daddy.” She goes off to sit in the living room, as he proceeded to fix their lunch, he was talking with her and all of a sudden she got quiet, he couldn’t figure out why she wasn’t answering him. He walks around the corner of the wall to find that she had drifted off to sleep in her chair. Walking over to her he places one of his arms around her shoulders, the other he placed under her legs, picking her up into his arms, her arms resting around his neck as her head rested on his shoulder, she snuggled into him he carries her down the hall to their room, he lays her on the bed gently, as he lays on the side of her gently running his fingers through the side of her hair. “You are such a good girl, you are my good girl, why couldn’t you have just obeyed me earlier, daddy didn’t like having to do that to you, but you know you left me no choice.” He whispers in her ear. Her body jumps as she snaps awake fearing she may have failed him again, looking him directly in the eyes again she starts to cry. “I’m sorry daddy god I’m sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep, please, please don’t punish me again, I will do anything you ask of me but please, please don’t punish me.” She pleads softly. “Baby girl it’s ok, it’s over daddies not going to punish you, daddy won’t punish his baby girl for falling asleep if she’s tired, I know I put you through a hell of a lot today you did a very good job, you did just as I told you to and you have to know that, now come here to daddy.” He replies as he wraps his arms around her just holding her as her body started to tremble. “Daddy please, I need you, please make love to me” She whispers as she slides her fingers into the side his hair. Still with his arms wrapped around her he rolls her onto her back, positioning his body over hers, looking deep into her eyes, the softest warmest, most loving smile came over his face, as he reached down between them once again taking his now again hardened member into his hand and ever so slowly begins to guide it inside her, she let out with one hell of a scream as her back arched, and her head went back nestling in between the pillows, as he proceeded to make love to her never once taking his eyes off hers, he could feel her muscles once again closing down around him and he knew. “Oh good god Daddy please!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she lets out in a scream. “It’s time baby cum for daddy, let it go baby girl.” He replies in his very sexy voice. “Cum with me daddy please cum with me!!!” she whispers as she locks her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as the released all their built up tensions as he rolls back onto his back, taking her into his arms once again, as she rested her head on his chest, as they drifted off to sleep. To the readers: this is the 3rd part to “cleaning day” for the continuation see “daddydearest”.