0 comments/ 20327 views/ 1 favorites Cleaning Service By: lilgool He didn't even look up when the door opened. "Cleaning service," she uttered in an obviously fake French accent. Then he looked up and frowned, then looked confused. "I gave them the night off," she answered the question before he could ask it, "It's Friday, who wouldn't want an early weekend!" Before he could say anything else, she slipped off the long dress coat to reveal the French maid's outfit beneath. The short fluffy skirt barely covered her firm bottom, the neck of the ruffled top keeping her breasts firmly contained, the tops of the globes pressing invitingly upwards in a most teasing manner. Silk stockings encased her legs down to the stiletto heels. She pulled a feather duster out of her bag and posed just for a moment before walking over to his desk. "After all, I can help with the filing and the cleaning," she continued the conversation as if she had not just caused him to be startled speechless, "And you've been complaining with Suzy gone on maternity leave nothing much is getting done," she ran the feather duster along his desk, then winked and set it down on the edge, "I'll just get to work then, shall I?" Not waiting for him to respond, she turned to the stacks of filing. She was careful to bend from the waist so he got a teasing view of the lace thong when she picked up the stacks. He swallowed tightly and tried to return to his work, but his watching his wife seemed to drag his attention away from legal jargon every time he tried to put his mind to the paper. He got in a total of one sentence (which he would probably have to re-write later) while she slowly and sensually filed the papers. He forced his gaze to the paperwork and then glanced up in time to find she had the dust rag and spray out and was doing a sexy dance along the bookshelves, rubbing each one slowly and carefully. His body told him exactly what he should be doing instead of this paperwork, but he resolutely tried to turn his attention back to the paperwork. She hid a smile as she saw where his attention really was focused. She squatted to do the bottom shelves, moving her bottom in a most inviting manner. Once those shelves were done, she moved to the conference table, moving to the side facing his desk so he got a full view of her cleavage as she bent over to move the files scattered across it. Swaying carefully, she moved back to put the files up and then back to slowly polish the table to a perfect shine. He wasn't' sure what he was writing at this point. He was sure it had more to do with the perfect cleavage he was gazing at than the legal document he was supposed to be writing. As he watched hungrily, she next pulled out glass cleaner and a fresh rag and moved to clean the full length window. The only light in the office was his desk light and he could see the reflection of her lovely cleavage in the window as he watched her bottom moving round and round to the motions of cleaning the glass. "Forget it," he finally growled, knocking his chair back in his effort to get to her. She was startled when he was suddenly behind her, pressing her to the glass, his hard (very hard) body pressed to her. He kissed her neck and ears as he slid his hands over her body. She gasped as his hands tugged on the laces of the costume and he pulled it to the floor, leaving her standing in front of the window in nothing but her thong, stockings, and stilettos. His hands roved over her naked skin, pausing to tweak the nipples, before stripping her of the thong. She heard the sound of his zipper and then felt his hard cock at her entrance. She gasped as he pressed her harder against the glass and filled her with one hard stroke. Then came only sensations. She felt the cold of the glass, saw the view of the city, felt his wonderful cock filling her over and over, his hands on her waist and hips, his lips and tongue on her neck. He felt her wet smooth channel gripping him as he pounded into her over and over again. He slipped his hands around to play with her clit, pulling her hips back from the glass just enough to do so. She gasped and shuddered and quickly spasm all over him. He growled and thrust harder and harder until his own climax roared through him. He pressed her against the glass even harder until his own spasms subsided. They spent a moment gasping for breath. Then he stepped back and finished stripping his clothes off. Then he spun her around and kissed her deeply, tongues thrusting and reaching, hands all over each other. He lifted her up and slid her down his renewed errection and moved over to the desk. He lay her back and pulled back, pulling her legs over his shoulders. Then he thrust slowly, carefully, locking eyes with her. He filled his hands with her glorious breasts, thumbing roughly over the pert nipples. He felt another climax building slowly with his slow easy thrusts, timing the strokes across her nipples with the strokes of his cock. Then it built so hard he had to just hold on and thrust as hard and fast as he could until he filled her again and felt her own climax around him. He pulled out and stumbled to the sofa, leaving her laying on the desk. He admired the site of her slit dripping with their combined cum and took note of the fact that it was completely smooth and clean. His cock waved in the air as if searching for more, also dripping with cum. He watched her beautiful breasts jiggle as she gasped for breath. She sat up slowly, leaking cum all over his desk and admired the dripping wet cock waving in the air. Quickly she crossed the room to sit down facing him and hovered just above him. "It looks cold," she offered. "Needs a nice warm blanket," he responded, pulling her hips down until he was once more enveloped in her sheath, "Ride 'em, cowgirl." She laughed and then took to as seriously as if it were any bucking bronco beneath her instead of her husband's sweet cock. He filled his face with her breasts, licking and sucking any part of them he could, flicking his thumbs over the nipples until she cried out and shuddered around him. Still not close to his own climax, he kept going, keeping her riding him through her now waves of climaxes until he finally joined her. They collapsed together on the sofa in a tangle of limbs. "Mmm," he murmured, "cleaning service doesn't usually get this good." "I hope not," she sniffed, "This is the special service that comes for an extra fee." "Oh? Hope I can afford it," he stroked her breast slowly. She signed and wriggled against him, "Oh, you've paid it already, with a great big tip included." "Oh, really? Well, I need to put you to some more work then," he moved to kneeling over her face, "Since you're ether cleaning lady for tonight, you've got a big chore right here." She reached up to lick the dripping cum off of him, "Quite the job, looks like this will take the rest of the weekend." "I certainly hope so," he thrust between her lips with a sign of pleasure, "I most certainly hope so!" Cleaning Service Readers: there may be some of you who notice this isn't the original version. I changed the characters a bit and cleaned up my writing a little, but I assure you, the story is in its heart the same. All the series with formerly Jason and Marea (now Mark and Lily) will also change to fit it. I just was dissatisfied with my writing style (author's constant process of trying to improve self). I also felt my characters needed to have a slightly different look and feel to them to them. Their personalities have completely evolved in my head to be different than I had planned so I've changed them very slightly in appearance to suit how I imagine them. Please enjoy. It's still the same couple; you'll see. ---- Lily hummed to herself cheerily as she unlocked the door to her apartment. Everything was perfect. She grinned as she locked the door behind her and sauntered off to the bedroom, her shopping bag in one hand and her purse in the other. Tossing both on the large bed, she giggled and checked the time. 4:45. Mark would be home in half an hour. That didn't leave a lot of time, so she quickly began to undress. Piling her hair on top of her head and pinning it into place, she turned the water on in the shower and quickly scrubbed her skin with citrus-scented body wash. After rinsing off and shaving, she hummed her way around the bedroom while searching her makeup bag for a few things. Giving the clock another quick glance, she put on the eyeliner and mascara and then sauntered back to the bed to unload her shopping. Grinning widely in excitement, she pulled out two white stockings with lace trim and rolled each one onto her legs. Digging further, she found the matching white lace garter belt and put it on, fiddling with the clips until they sat smoothly on her skin. A pair of panties and a bra followed, both black satin with white ruffle trim and lace frills. Putting them on slowly, she adjusted her large breasts in the bra to allow the small push-up pads inside it to work their magic. Giving her breasts a quick squeeze, she reached for the last few things: a white crinoline underskirt, a little black satin hat with white lace trim, a black satin baby doll dress with puffed sleeves and the same white ruffles along the hem and neckline, a little white apron, and a feather duster. Smiling to herself, she put the clothes on, and walking to the closet while pinning her hat in place, put on a pair of black pumps. She grabbed the duster and walked to the bathroom to examine her costume in the mirror, laughing out loud at what she saw. It was perfect. She checked the clock again: ten past five. Mark would be walking in at any minute. She hurriedly positioned herself near the fireplace mantle, and began to make a show of dusting the various knickknacks on it with her duster. She had been dusting for only a few moments when she heard the key click in the lock on the door. Mark walked in, fumbling with his keys and reading over the mail he had picked up from the lobby downstairs. Muttering to himself, he leaned his shoulder against the door to close it and continued reading the letter he held in his hand, obviously only half-interested in it. Finishing and shrugging to himself, he locked the door and turned around, idly wondering if Lily was at home yet. When he saw her, his jaw dropped. Lily's long legs were wobbling slightly in her heels and his gaze followed them upward, taking in the lace tops of the stockings, the frilly underskirt, the white apron, the satin bodice, the low neckline, and the blushing face grinning at him coyly. He gaped at her and let his coat drop to the ground along with his bag and the mail. "Lily, what...?" "Lily? Who's that?" Lily chirped and bounced over to Mark. Mark's eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head slightly to the side. "What do you mean, who..." "Oh, I'm sorry but I don't know what you're talking about! I just have instructions to clean this place up!" Lily began to make a show of dusting the walls, the bottoms of picture frames, and other ridiculous places. She began to dust off Mark's chest and shoulders enthusiastically. "What, I don't..." Mark's eyes remained clouded for a moment, but his expression cleared and he cracked a grin when he realized what was going on. "Oh! That's right! You must be the maid I hired to come clean the apartment for me!" "Yes, of course, silly," Lily fluffed the soft feathers along Mark's neck. "Why else would I be here?" Mark snickered. "Oh I don't know... did you, um, check under the table and clean under there like I asked?" He grinned at Lily expectantly. "Oh! Oh dear, I think that must have slipped my mind! Sorry, let me do that right now!" Lily gushed and skipped over to the table that sat near their kitchenette. She lowered herself to her knees and on all fours paced around near the table, looking around the chairs and dusting each of them. Mark kicked his shoes off and followed her to lean against the wall and watch. He stooped over quickly to try and peek under the frilly dress and whistled lowly at the satin-clad bottom he saw. Lily glanced over her shoulder and caught him peeking, causing Mark to smile sheepishly and blush a bit. She cocked an eyebrow at him and turned around to face him, sitting back on her heels. "There! All clean just like you asked! Did I miss anywhere else?" Lily's voice bubbled as she spoke, and she smiled sweetly at Mark, looking up innocently at him. "Uhh, um... did you remember to... oh! Hey, could you bring me that thing over there?" He gawked at her cleavage pushing out of the deep neckline on the dress while pointing at a paperweight sitting on the computer desk nearby. Shifting uncomfortably where he leaned, his cock was already at attention, and he gazed at the tantalizing breasts waving in front of him as Lily brought him the paperweight. Handing the lump of glass to him, Lily looked at him quizzically for a moment, and then laughed as he tossed it on the floor a few metres in front of him. "Um... whoops! Could you go get that for me again?" He grinned broadly at her as she chuckled and shook her head as she walked over to where the paperweight was. Looking at him over her shoulder she winked and bent over at the waist, feeling the short skirt ride up over her ass cheeks. She heard Mark stifle a groan. Bending her knees a little, she picked up the paperweight and ran her other hand along a stockinged leg, shaking her butt a little before standing upright again. Turning around, she sauntered back over to him and handed him the heavy glass oval. He looked at it, looked at her up and down, and tossed it on the floor again, grinning broadly as it landed in front of his feet. "Uh, oops!" Mark offered, biting his lip as Lily knelt on the floor, offering him a fantastic view of her full, large tits pushing out of their confinement. She looked up at him, grinning, and began to dust him off, starting at his ankles and working her way upward to the bulge in his jeans. She ran her duster over it and made a surprised little noise that made Mark's cock twitch. "What's this, then? Another paperweight? Tsk, you silly men keep such odd things in your pants. Here, let me help!" She eagerly began to work at his belt, and it was all Mark could do hold himself back from pushing her hands out of the way and ripping his pants off himself. Humming to herself, Lily undid the button and the zipper, and pulled his jeans down to reveal a bulge and a damp spot on Mark's blue boxers. "Oh dear, it's still there," she sighed. "Hang on, I've almost got it!" She worked his jeans down to his ankles and pulled his boxers down to join them. Mark sucked in his breath sharply at the feel of cool air rushing around his cock and balls. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply for a few moments, and then yelped at the sensation he felt next: soft , light, tickling touches. "What are you doing?" Mark bit his lip and groaned. Lily looked up innocently at him. "I'm just making sure this is clean! I missed this spot!" She dropped the duster and wrapped both her hands around his thick length. "Hmm, I think I need to clean it a little more thoroughly..." her voice trailed off as her mouth opened, and Mark gasped as her wet tongue slid up and down his shaft. "Ooh... I don't know, I think it's a little too dirty for just that..." he closed his eyes and his head lolled back against the wall as she sucked each of his balls into her mouth while stroking his cock with her hands. "Mmm, I think you might be right, sir!" Lily nodded in agreement and waited until Mark looked down at her foggily before opening her mouth and sucking the head of his cock into it. Mark made a choking noise and his eyes snapped shut again when he felt moist heat engulf the sensitive head. Breathing deeply, he placed a hand gently on Lily's head and let his fingers work into the pile of flaming curls pinned there. He bit his lip, slowly opened his eyes, and looked down, only to see Lily's brown eyes looking back at him hotly. His jaw dropped slightly as he felt the delicious suction begin and watched, entranced, as Lily's head began to bob up and down. His knees wobbled as she cupped his balls and stroked the soft skin while increasing the rate of her head movements. She raised an eyebrow at him and he licked his lips back at her, causing her to moan in response. She looked so hot, kneeling at his feet in the frilly satin. He let his hands run over her neck softly and squeezed her shoulders as she began to add tongue to the mix. "Ohhh, Lil... fuck..." Mark squirmed against the wall and cupped his hand around the nape of her neck. Looking down, he saw the heated look on her face and moaned. "Pull your tits out of the dress, Lil. I want to see them..." his voice trailed off as he was met with a response of more suction. Gasping a little, he closed his eyes and panted with his head back against the wall for a few moments. When he looked back down, her large, soft breasts were swaying back and forth lightly with her movements. He growled and tried to reach down to touch them, but could only reach to pet her shoulder again. With a groan, he reworked his hand deep into her hair and began to softly buck into her mouth. He sighed heavily as she began to pet and play with her swinging tits and pinch her hard nipples. He wanted to put his hands all over her all at once. He wanted to fuck her. She felt amazing, her mouth felt amazing, but Mark wasn't able to think of much else except that he wasn't going to last long, unusually. He wanted inside Lily's pussy before he exploded and began grabbing at her head a little more roughly to get her to ease up her fast-moving mouth. "Lily... I want... ahhh... I want to be inside you..." Mark groaned and tugged on her hair a little more firmly. Lily put one hand on top of his, easing up his grip, and doubled her efforts. A whimper worked its way out of Mark's throat as he tried desperately to hold it down. She had to stop soon. He normally did not have such an easy time of cumming from only a blowjob, but the sight of Lily in the racy costume and the way she seemed to be almost inhaling his cock was encouraging. "I want to fuck your pussy. Be a good girl and turn around..." Lily responded with a low growl in her throat and wrapped one arm around Mark's leg, seemingly planting herself there. She added as much suction as she could and began to slide her tongue around Mark's shaft as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock. She developed some kind of rhythm: sucking fiercely as she moved down, and swirling her tongue wherever she could when she moved up, while trying not to lose the suction she had. Mark had given up on his attempts to force her to stop what she was doing, and was torn between wanting more of her mouth and wanting to feel her pussy. He attempted to pry her hand away from being wrapped around his leg and tried to make her stand up or turn around for him, but she would have none of it. She growled fiercely and doubled her efforts, speeding up and slowing down occasionally, squeezing his balls, and raking her nails along his butt. "Lil..." Mark's voice was urgent as he frantically began to grab her shoulders, her hair, her chin, her neck, the wall as he teetered on the edge of control. "I'm going to... oh... your mouth is... ohhh..." his voice trailed off as he bit his lip and watched her pinch and rub her nipples as she sucked him as fast as she could. With a loud groan, Mark's hips bucked involuntarily and he felt his cum explode from him. Grabbing at Lily's head, he felt her slide along his shaft a little more slowly as the thick fluid spilled down her throat. A little dribbled out of the corner of her mouth as his hips kept twitching a little bit, and he shivered at the feel of her mouth still sucking him through his orgasm. Lily purred encouragingly around his thick shaft and began to massage his balls gently, palming them back and forth until Mark's body finally relaxed. Breathing heavily and gasping a little, he whimpered at the feel of Lily's ever-strong suction cleaning his spent cock. She lathed the skin with her tongue and sucked his balls clean of any little drops of cum that spilled onto them. Licking her lips, she smiled wickedly at Mark. "Now you're all clean," she purred, and began to stroke his cock softly with one hand while pinching at her nipples with the other. Leaning back a little, she spread her thighs with her heels still under her, flipping the hem of the dress up to reveal the garter belt and the now very wet panties barely covering her shaved pussy. Mark leaned against the wall and slid onto the floor, breathing heavily and inhaling her scent. He kicked his pants off his ankles and watched Lily show herself off to him. Her nipples were flushed darker than usual and her chest was heaving and flushed pink. Her hair was a little dishevelled, and she bit her lip at him as she pulled the crotch of the small panties to one side, revealing her glistening slit. Mark's cock twitched a little as he eyed at the freshly shaved skin, and he watched wide eyed as Lily dipped her fingers into her dripping hole, ran them along her clit multiple times while moaning, and slid the dripping wetness all around her nipples. Tweaking them with the new lubricant, she moaned hotly and licked her fingers before sucking her own nipples clean with a little effort. She bit her lip at Mark, and he began to reach for her. His fingers had no sooner traced her inner thigh before she covered her pussy again, stood up quickly, and tucked her swollen nipples and breasts back into her dress. Picking up her feather duster, she bent over to dust Mark's face lightly, and giggled at him. "I'll be back in a few days just like we talked about to finish up cleaning the other rooms in the house! Don't go dirtying this one up until then!" Mark stared at her, mouth agape as she blew him a kiss amongst more giggles and flounced off to the bedroom. She winked at him as she shut the door behind her, leaving him with a semi-hard cock and his clothing on the floor. Mark scrambled up as soon as he had figured out what happened and ran for the bedroom door but upon grabbing the handle and attempting to open it, he found out it was locked. Groaning in frustration, he began to talk to Lily through the door. "Lil, open the door... I'm not done with you yet," he lowered his voice and pressed his mouth up to the wood. "Let me in and I'll help you clean up that hot little mess between your legs, hmm?" He tried the handle again desperately and tried to remember where he put the key for the door, both to no avail. "Let me come in there and play with you a little more," he pleaded at the door a little longer and rattled at the knob again before it popped open in front of him. Lily strolled out, dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants and looked surprised to see Mark standing there. "Oh, hi honey!" She leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, and smiled at his stunned face. Giving him a brief glance she smirked and asked, "Why don't you have any pants on? You'll get cold! Better get dressed. I'll start some dinner." She smiled sweetly at Mark and stepped past him, moving toward the kitchen with a purpose as Mark stared at her back in confusion for a few moments. Running his fingers through his hair he sighed, defeated, and walked back over to pick up his discarded clothing, wondering if Lily would do anything like that again. Cleaning Service He glanced toward the hallway that led to his empty bedroom and sighed. His wife had left again for some "company meeting". He was genuinely surprised she even bothered to lie. There had been hints here and there for the last couple of years. Hints he stubbornly refused to believe or acknowledge. But then 6 months ago he had got off work early one morning and come home. He'd found the cock of their 21 year old lawn mower deep in his wife's sexy mouth. They both saw him standing in the doorway and didn't even bother to stop. Instead he watched the strong lean young man fire his cum all over his wife. He saw her bend over and look him straight in the eyes as the hard muscles of the gardener's body propelled his straining cock deep into her moist shaved pussy. The young man reached around and squeezed his wife's naked tits as he fucked her in a way only the youth could. Finally he, the husband, couldn't take any more and left them to their feverish sex. He'd thought his wife's sex drive had just died out in her late 30's, and kept that way into her early 40's, but now he realized the reason they hadn't had sex in years was that she was getting it from other people. His wife was cheating on him. He should divorce her, he knew he should, but he'd lose almost everything in the divorce. Something he couldn't afford, especially with the economy doing so poorly. He was trapped in a life that was a lie. His wife still pretended nothing had happened, she thought she was doing him a favor by going on as usual. But he could never feel the same again. There was only one bright spot in his life; his maid Evelyn. He worked too much to properly foster real relationships with people, his only outlet was his darling maid. She was like a thin ray of sunshine in an otherwise cloudy life. He had hired her a little over a year ago, an Irish immigrant desperate for a job. She was beautiful and didn't even know it. At first he would just stare at her. Her sumptuous body moving as she cleaned his house. He had been a bit naughty when he bought her the French maid outfit, it was far sexier than it should be, but he couldn't help himself. Evelyn never seemed to mind wearing it and his wife never mentioned it either. She was probably glad to have her husband's attention elsewhere. Evelyn's outfit was black and low cut, tight forcing her lush breasts up and together revealing ample cleavage; her skirt was so short it barely hid her pussy when she stood, it fluffed out and fit out around her lovely ass perfectly. She wore a small white apron in the front and a matching white hair band. Sufficed to say, every time she moved he watched and yearned. He especially liked it when she bent over his desk to wipe it off, reveling the full glory of her exposed cleavage to him as he sat at the desk. Eventually the stares transformed into something more, especially after he discovered his wife's affair. First he'd just brush against her as he passed by her, always finding some excuse to walk in her path. But that didn't last long; soon he was patting her ass and telling her good job after a hard day's work, finally abandoning all pretense and just grabbing her whenever she was near enough. She never said a word or seemed to mind, so he continued as he saw fit. Again he looked down the lonely hallway towards his sexless bedroom, his sexless life. And then towards the erotic shape of Evelyn's ass bent over as she dusted a window-seal. It had been so long, he needed it so very badly, he resolved to make his move it was now or never. He stood up quietly, his cock stirring to life with anticipation; he slowly stalked her innocent form, moving up behind her as she ignorantly dusted the blinds. He felt his cock struggling against his pants, sweat beaded on his forehead, desire engulfed any remaining doubt as he reached around he clasped his hands firmly on her half exposed breasts, squeezing them as he kissed the back of her lovely neck and pressed his longing cock as deep into her ass as the fabric would allow. *** Leaving the flowing green hills of Ireland had been one of the hardest things she had ever done. But there were no jobs for her there, anywhere, and her poor family was in desperate need of coin. On a reckless gamble she moved to America to find employment, she left everything behind for the thin hope of a better life in a foreign land. It hadn't gone well. She had looked everywhere for work, but no one wanted a 21 year old immigrant girl with no experience. Soon Evelyn was living on the streets, destitute of hope; a failure to herself and her family. That's when Mr. Crow had found her and offered her a wonderful job; he even let her stay in the guesthouse beside his home. Suddenly everything got better, she was able to send much needed money home, and she was able to take responsibility for her own life. The job was like a dream come true. Mrs. Crow was a very attractive but aloof lady, who Evelyn had learnt early on, had a multitude of affairs. In Evelyn's first week on the job she had walked in on Mrs. Crow sucking the hearty cock of the neighbor's college aged son as he thrust his hips into her face moaning. Evelyn surprised had tried to shut the door and leave, but Mrs. Crow pulled the cock out of her mouth and demanded Evelyn never speak a word of it to Mr. Crow, or else she'd find herself fired. Evelyn shuddered, remembering the threat, she could do nothing that would threaten her job, it was too precious. Not long after, Mrs. Crow began ignoring Evelyn and Evelyn learned to avoid rooms Mrs. Crow would 'use' during the day. No, the real interest of her job was Mr. Crow, the kindly man who had given her the job. She found him handsome and friendly, often charming and always refreshing. He obviously had some sort of boyish crush on her, he always stared at her with such hunger, like a starving man would stare at a steak, and he even started to touch her in very suggestive ways. At first she found it uncomfortable, but soon she began to enjoy it; she relished his attention, getting excited at even the thought of his touch. She felt bad for him, the way his wife treated him, she thought she could do far better if ever given the chance. But she knew that would never happen, what would a wealthy attractive middle aged man see in some young clumsy immigrant girl? She shook her head sadly as she dusted the curtains, a girl can dream though, she thought, a girl can dream. Suddenly she felt strong experienced hands squeezing her tender lonely breasts. She felt a wet warm mouth against her neck and massive bulge pressing into her ass. "Oh Mr. Crow" she moaned. "I need you, I have to have you. Tonight you do my bidding" he whispered into her ear as he continued to fondle her breasts and rocked his thighs into her. Her head fell back as his soft hands expertly worked her breasts, his probing fingers flicking her hard nipples just below her suddenly slutty dress. "Yes, yes Mr. Crow. Anything you want... You desire." She reached back behind her and rubbed the large hard cock through his pants, she leaned back against his strong body and enjoyed the gentle sensation of his hands as she felt the fire between her own legs bloom. "Call me, Richard" he demanded as his hands began to unfasten her dress. He worked quickly with a practiced hand as her dress dropped to the floor. She still was in his embrace, facing away from him as his hands massaged her ass and then her aching clot from behind. She felt him working circles around her clit with one hand as his other gently rubbed a finger deep into her sensitive ass. "Pick up the white apron and put it back on" his lust filled voice sent shivers down her spine," but only the apron. Tonight I fuck my maid." "Yes Mr. Cr-er Richard" she cooed as he bent over and picked up the apron, slipping it over her head all while careful not to disturb his pleasure causing fingers. The apron really covered nothing, her breasts rolled out above it and it stopped a few inches short of her recently shaved pussy. Her task complete she sunk back against Richard's shoulders focusing on the shivers of pleasure his fingers shot throughout her body. His hands and fingers gingerly worked themselves deep into her sensitive flesh, with every flick of a finger or nudge of a thumb betraying his experience and perhaps mastery of the sexual arts. His hands worked inside her trembling pussy the same way a skilled musician played his instrument. From flicking, stroking her and then teasing her clit his right hand would alternate, all the meanwhile his left hand..Now abandoning her desirable asshole would insert itself deep into her pussy, sometimes thrusting in and out like a cock would, sometimes just making circles in it and sometimes just rubbing it. As his hands quickened she went slack against him, hardly bothering to keep herself balanced as the numbing surges of pleasure refused to subside. She could feel herself fast approaching climax and didn't even bother to fight it as her loud moans got louder. Her orgasm caused her entire body to shudder as the overflow of her juices soaked onto his skilled hands. She laid their a moment struggling to catch her breath before she at last tried to push herself off him and stand on her own. He turned to face her and rubbed his wet hands against her rigid tits and then leaned over to lick them clean. His tongue was just as skilled as his hands and even as she enjoyed its gentle dance with her tit she began to become excited for just how skilled his cock also must be. He finished licking her and looked her in the eyes hard for a moment and then said, "The shelves need dusting." She nodded slowly, not sure what he had planned and turned her back to him as she started dusting once more. Not long after she had begun she heard the familiar noise of his pants dropping to the floor. Fighting the urge to look around she forced herself to keep dusting; she'd play his game, she owed him that much. The wait to find out what was about to happen was not long, for only a few seconds later she felt the head of is fat throbbing cock probing her tight wet pussy from behind. She burned with fresh desire at the thought of the old man's cock being so close.He rubbed the head around her pussy lips, around the opening of her screaming pussy, teasing her, toying with her, feeling her needy pussy slobber on itself at the faintest hint of his touch. She clenched her teeth and tried to keep dusting, tried to focus on the task at hand even as she felt his rock hard cock head deep deeper into burning pussy. "Yessss" she moaned as at last, her cunt swallowed his cock. "Mmm" Richard moaned," It's been a long time such I've had such a young pussy" His first thrusts were gentle, careful, as though he was slowly probing -tasting- her pussy with his cock. His hands came up around her and had the palms grip her lower breasts as he rolled her tits between his index finger and thumb, overcome she began to sway against his thrusting cock, adding her own movements to mix. "That's my girl" Richard whispered into her ear, "You like it when you get fucked by daddy don't ya?" "Oh Richard" she gasped," Richard fuck me like a man; fuck me like I know you can." The older man proceeded to pound his thick hardness into her young frail pussy. With each thrust she yelled out in ecstasy a little louder, after a while it got to the point where any young man would have lost control fired his thick wet cum deep into her pussy. But Richard's experience and practice allowed him to go further, than just as she couldn't take it anymore he slid out of her completely. "I am gonna make you earn my cum" he said with a hungry grin, "Like you earn your wage." As she watched, a little confused and desperately wanting his cock back inside her he sat down at his desk, his cock wet with her juices still towering at full attention. "Suck it like my cock wife sucks all those boys' cocks" he demanded. She got on her knees and crawled to his beautiful cock, she cradled it in her hands and gently kissed the head of it and then l slowly began licking it from its base to its tip and back. All the while she looked Richard straight in the eyes. "Like thisss Richard", she purred as she wrapped her tongue around it. "Harder-Faster" Richard commanded. She wrapped her wet lips around his cock, tasting her own tangy fuck-juices on it, and began sucking on it even as her left hand gently massaged his balls her right hand worked the base of his cock. She continued doing this for a while until finally Richard could take no more, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head off his cock. "Not yet, no cum for you...not yet" He stood up, still with her hair in his hands and inserted his cock back into her obeying mouth. Before she had a chance to do anything he began thrusting into her face. His other hand grabbed her hair and together both hands held her head in place as he began to fuck her mouth with his cock. She felt the cock pounding down her throat as he treated her mouth as though it was some girls' loose pussy. He kept it up for a while until she could feel the first warm spurts of impending cum ooze out of his face-raping cock. He quickly slid his cock out as a huge gush of his white sticky seed flowed out of him like he was a fountain. It landed all over her face, much of it making it into her mouth, the rest hitting her cheeks or breasts. She reached to wipe some of it off but he grabbed her hand. "No, leave it there. I like the way my cum-covered maid looks." Taking her hand he pulled her to her feet and led her into his master bedroom. There before her was the bed that Richard and his wife had slept in for the last 22 years of their disastrous marriage. Richard turned to his cum-covered maid, "I am going to fuck you where my wife and I sleep." Evelyn could hardly process anything at this point. She was so thoroughly turned on, so completely taken over with pleasure and desire she hardly thought about anything other than how badly she wanted his cock back inside her. "Yes yess." she mumbled, following him to the bed. He sat upon it and looked up at her, "Ride me, ride your master" He laid down on the bed and she climbed over him, first she nuzzled his cock back to life with the gentle ministrations of her lips, cheek and tongue and then when it once more was at its fullest. Its veins surging, throbbing with each quickened-heart beat she got up and squatted down on top of it, her extremely wet pussy quickly engulfing his massive fuck-tool. She move from a squat to her knees and began bouncing her abdomen up and down. Richard stared into her cock-covered face, reaching up and taking her tits in hand as she continued to thrust up and down on his thriving cock, enjoying the sight of her skimpy apron fluttering which each pump. "Yesss yesss yesss" he moaned, "Fuck meee fuck me fuck me little girl, fuck mee ohhh" Faster and faster she worked her muscles, sliding nimbly up and down his great pole of a cock, savoring the feel of it burrowing so deeply inside her body. "Oh yess you are so hot...so amazing...so young...yessss" he shouted as his cock strained against her. Suddenly she felt the hot flashes of orgasm burn within her and she leaned her head back in low moan as her body withered with more pleasure than she had ever known, In that instant as her entire body contracted in pleasure, her hands clutching the blanket they were on, her thighs clutching his body and her pussy muscles clenching his cock, his own climax came and she could feel every movement of his fuck-muscle as it pulsated and fired its stream of hot cum deep inside her. Slowly she slid off his slackening cock and laid beside him on his marriage bed. "You know" he said as he tried to catch his breath, "I expect this level of performance out of my employees every day" She closed her eyes and ran her dainty fingers gently along the side of his limp cock. "Of course, master." Cleaning Service She told him Sunday night to make no plans for Thursday. "We'll be going to the Society House for a special training on Thursday," she explained. "I know it will be tough, but I don't want you to cum at all before then." It had been a long three and a half days by the time Thursday finally arrived. Of course, even though he had not been allowed to cum, that hadn't stopped Amy from teasing him. In fact, she had seemed intent to keep him on edge for the entire time. He had spent more time continuously hard than he had in recent memory. It got so bad, Amy had to restrain his hands and feet to the bedposts at night so he wouldn't play with himself or roll over and rub one out on the sheets. It was almost over though. Paul and Amy were driving to The Society, she at the wheel, he naked in the passenger seat. Only those they passed driving higher profile vehicles, like trucks and SUV's, would have any inkling he was naked. This had happened before, being driven while sitting nude in the car. He had almost gotten used to it and was only mildly embarrassed when a passerby would react like they had actually seen he was naked. "It's almost over baby," Amy said, leading him by the cock into the Society Building. "You have been such a trouper, being denied release without whining. I think it will be well worth the wait." The mystery had intrigued him. What possibly could this "training' be, he wondered. He had submitted to all her instructions and kinky requests so far. Paul could think of nothing he hadn't already been taught to do correctly. Paul was brought into a large, well lit salon. He was not alone. There were about 5 other men, all nude and erect, there too. "Ladies," Ms. Lake said, entering the room with the regal gait she always used, "you know what tonight entails. Please make sure you are totally prepared before we continue. Do you all wish to continue?" There was a choir of enthusiastic "yes" replies. The women then moved away leaving only the men grouped around Ms. Lake. "Most of you don't realize," she began, "that the goddesses, whose pleasure is your responsibility, are often unsatisfied from making love with you." She looked from one to the other man in the room. "Those dicks of yours are not the end all, be all for women. Most of the time, when you ejaculate, we haven't finished. We act like we have, but we haven't. You roll off satisfied while we yearn for the final Big O that never comes, at least not until you fall asleep and we masturbate while you snore away. Tonight we all learn how to fix that." Rebecca reached into a bowl on the table and pulled out two slips of paper. "The first pairing is Paul and Tina." Tina approached him smiling from an ante room. She was a petite brunette with a thin waist and alabaster skin. She wrapped her hand around his cock, leading him out of the room. Paul looked around for his wife to ascertain her level of participation in this "training". She was nowhere to be seen. Tina pulled Paul into a small room off the main salon. It was dimly lit. In front of them was yet another room. Once his eyes adjusted Paul witnessed a scene he had only seen in his fantasies up until now. Paul recognized the nasty, sour feeling welling up from the pit of his stomach. It was jealousy. He saw a couple in the next room. The beautiful nude woman stood, passionately kissing a tall man in front of her. They were slowly stroking each other's bodies, obviously preparing for sex. The man he recognized from other encounters at The Society. The woman was Amy! He had never seen his wife involved with another man. Sure, he had seen her idly stroking one of the men attending the many Society Socials they had attended together. He knew she enjoyed the oral attentions of many men during these gatherings but he had never actually witnessed it because he had his face buried in some other woman's pussy. Fair is fair, after all. As uncomfortable as it was to watch, Paul couldn't take his eyes off Amy. With her hands attached to the man's cock, Amy laid back into a semi reclining position on the chaise lounge, the only piece of furniture in that room. Slowly she spread her legs wide. Even Paul could see the skin glistening from her arousal from his position. Tina encouraged Paul to kneel on the floor. She sunk to her knees behind him. He could feel Tina's soft, large breasts pressing against the skin of his back through the fabric of the diaphanous gown she was wearing. Paul's eyes were lower than his wife's position on the chaise. His view of their coupling was no longer obscured by their bodies. Paul saw no faces. From this position his view was entirely of sexual organs, cock and cunt meeting in rhythmic motion. The erotic scene inflamed his long denied desires but his brain was screaming "a stranger is fucking my wife"! Paul couldn't pull his gaze away. The man's dick pushed in and out of his wife's cunt. She was obviously enjoying it. "She looks so sexy when she's fucking," Tina whispered in his ear from behind. She had reached around and was fondling his cock, her fingers running up and down the entire length on the underside of his shaft. "And listen to her," Tina encouraged, almost cruelly. This is my wife, he thought, it's my responsibility to please her. Judging from Amy's vocal reactions, the man sawing in and out of her was doing one fine job! "Oh, god, harder, yesss, please, fuck me, fuck me," her guttural words assailed Paul's ears, burning in the pit of his stomach even as they also inflamed his desires. The man sped up. His back arched. With a grunt, he pushed firmly into Amy's pussy then stiffened. It was obvious he was cumming; pumping his load inside Paul's own wife. When finished, the man didn't collapse onto Amy's body as a true lover would, but rather simply pulled his softening dick from her and left. His flaccid tool fell out with a 'plop'. Paul watched a large dollop of thick semen flow from Amy onto the furniture below her. There was a steady stream, a narrow rivulet of man milk flowing from her cunt. Amy was still breathing heavily, her breasts heaving with her labored breaths. Her fingers moved over her hard, sweat slicked nipples down to her pussy. She fingered her clit while lifting her head slightly and making direct eye contact with her husband behind the thin curtain. "Come to me, my love. Please come clean me." She was not asking him to replace the other man inside her. She was asking he prove, once again, there was nothing he would not do for her; to submit yet again to her desires with no thought to his own. She was asking him to remove the semen another man had left inside her with his own mouth. And that's exactly what he did. Crawling on his knees to her quickly, Paul dove between the puffy folds of her cum covered pussy and began to gather the juices on his tongue. Hers were sweet and delicious. His were thick and a bit salty. In combination, the cum cocktail was not totally unpleasant. He tongue fucked his wife while she did a fast finger dance on her own clit. With a thumb on either side of her slick pussy lips Paul pulled, allowing deeper access to her cunt. He licked, sucked, tongued, he did all those things he would have done normally. Maybe she was close when the other guy had pulled out of her. Maybe the situation was inflaming her own desires. For whatever reason, she orgasmed strongly, coating Paul's face with her slick juice while bucking her hips and moaning, "oh, god this is so fucking good" over and over. Paul could not help himself, he had to agree: this was so fucking good! The only thing better would be if it were his own semen he was retrieving. This would be even more palatable were it the liquid created by love between he and his wife, rather than the lust of a stranger. Amy's over stimulated nerve endings could stand no more. She pushed Paul's face away. Paul sat back on his haunches, at eye level with his wife's pussy. Her pussy lips and asshole were still pulsing, pursing, puckering with her orgasmic contractions. Amy sat up finally, feet on the ground. She leaned forward and kissed her husband's lips. "I hope you enjoyed that even half as much as did I." She smiled broadly while standing. Looking down into her husband's upturned eyes she added, "feel free to enjoy this, too. I intend to." Paul remained where he was; on his haunches, watching his gorgeous wife as she walked away. He knew he should feel degraded. He had, after all, just swallowed another man's semen. But he didn't feel degraded. He felt uplifted and proud. He had just fulfilled one of his wife's fantasies and in so doing, made her scream in ecstasy. That was, after all, his one true mission in life as a man, as her man. "I want you inside me, now," said a voice from beside him. Paul snapped his head around to see Tina settling onto the chaise in front of him. With a leg on either side of the wide seat, her pussy was in clear view between her wide spread thighs. By training, his first reaction was to feast on those wet, glistening folds. He couldn't resist. Not just training, but also desire. He wanted to taste her. "Fuck me," she hissed as Paul ran his tongue from base to clit on his way up. Paul crawled along her body, kissing as much of her soft, warm skin as he could while following her insistent tug on his hard cock. With a hand around his shaft, Tina placed the head of his dick at her opening. She bucked her hips up to meet his initial thrust into her. It had been a while since he had felt the tight hug of pussy around his cock. Soft. Wet. Tight. Paul pulled back until just the head remained lodged in her sheath then slowly pushed back in until his balls slapped against her outer lips. "Lift up," she hissed, "I want to watch." Paul lifted himself off her chest with both arms. Tina lifted her head slightly to watch his shaft saw in and out of her. "Hard and fast, baby," she encouraged. He, too, lowered his eyes to look beneath them. His stiff shaft glistened with a thicker coating of her pussy juices with each outward move. Tina thrust her hips up to meet his down stroke. He sped up to match her rhythm, faster and faster he thrust into her. Their preorgasmic moans mingled in harmony. He was coming, he could feel it. It was close. He no longer cared about how she was feeling. Was her orgasm near? It didn't matter to him anymore. He had held back, denying his own pleasure for his wife. He was not going to deny himself this orgasm for Tina. He moved in and out, faster still, suddenly aware his orgasm was upon him. He could feel his thick semen shoot, splashing against the walls of her womb. He continued to move back and forth, even though his nerves were frayed. Sensual overload on the sensitive head of his cock caused him to push against her one final time. He fell on top of her, Tina's billowy tits cushioning his own body's fall. He remained still, while he continued to pump his liquid into her. She continued to writhe under him, rubbing her own sensitive inner parts against his already softening shaft. It was subtle, that soft push against his shoulders, but he understood. She was done with him. He had played his part. It was time for him to leave and make way for the next act. Paul pulled out, his dick falling from her stretched cunt. A rivulet of semen cascaded from her opening. Tine covered her pussy with her hand to keep all of it from draining to the floor before her husband took his assigned place between her just fucked lips. Without looking back Paul walked from the room softly but quickly. Amy was waiting for him in the next room. She had not bothered to dress. Paul stared in awe at the naked beauty that was his wife, his goddess. Her eyes, glassy from excitement, stared directly into his. He followed her beckoning arms. They pressed their bodies, wet from sex, together in a tight embrace. Amy was idly toying with her sticky pussy with one hand. She wrapped her unoccupied arm around his neck and pulled his head close to her mouth. "That was so fucking hot," she hissed in his ear. She kissed him hard and full on the mouth. Their tongues swirled together. "You looked so hot fucking her. Gawd, you're beautiful." Amy kissed his mouth one more time before kissing his chin, his nipples, his navel. She sunk to her knees before him. "She is still all over you," Amy whispered as she ran her tongue along the edge of his shriveled manhood. Much as he had sucked another man's semen out of her moments before, Amy was using her own mouth and tongue to clean Tina's residue from his cock. She seemed to enjoy it, just as he had to admit to enjoying the last few minutes feasting at his wife's well used cunt. "I want to live like this," she said moving her mouth from his balls to the head of his shaft. After licking Tina's juices from his shaft she continued to manipulate his cock with one hand, his balls with the other. "I want you naked all the time. I want your cock. It's mine. I want your mouth, your tongue, whenever, wherever. I want to tease you. I want to come in your mouth. I want to share you. I want you to worship my body, all of my body. I will be your goddess." Was he hard again already because of her caresses or because of her words? Without relinquishing her grasp on his cock Amy kissed her way back up his body. After another deep, passionate kiss on the mouth she asked, "will you dedicate yourself to me? Think only of my pleasure? Will you forsake your own needs and be my pleasure slave?" Amy was now looking him directly in the eyes. He responded the only way he could. The only way he wanted to. The only way that made sense. "Yes." Cleaning Service Ch. 02 Readers: there may be some of you who notice this isn't the original version. I changed the characters a bit and cleaned up my writing a little, but I assure you, the story is in its heart the same. All the series with formerly Jason and Marea (now Mark and Lily) will also change to fit it. I just was dissatisfied with my writing style (author's constant process of trying to improve self). I also felt my characters needed to have a slightly different look and feel to them to them. Their personalities have completely evolved in my head to be different than I had planned so I've changed them very slightly in appearance to suit how I imagine them. Please enjoy. It's still the same couple; you'll see. ---- Chuckling to herself, Lily walked out of the bathroom, towelling her body dry from a quick shower. Her hair was piled on her head, still dry, and she knew exactly what she was going to do to Mark this evening. Her little show several days earlier had driven him nuts, and she could see the hopeful look on his face every time he arrived home from work that would disappear when he discovered she was in jeans and a t-shirt. The past days had been hard for both of them. She knew it had been tough on her, anyway. Every single time Mark had reached for her, she had responded lovingly but only platonically, forcing her body to quiet and discourage any sexual advances he made. As she had walked out of the room in her sweatpants and smirked at him half naked in front of their bedroom door, her clit had been on fire. She had been aching as she cooked dinner for them but only smiled off Mark's glares of frustration as he walked to the bathroom to have a shower. This afternoon, however, she knew it was time to have a little more fun with him. Delving into the closet, she pulled out the bag of goodies and began to dress in the maid outfit, deciding to skip the makeup as she did not have enough time. After hurriedly dressing in the satin and lace and slipping into her heels she placed herself in the kitchen and began to start dinner. Just as she was draining the pasta and was about to set the table, she heard the key rattle in the lock and Mark walked in. This time the eager look on his face was replaced with the familiar glaze-eyed look he got when he saw something that made his hormones short-circuit. Lily's face was pink from cooking around the steam and her eyes sparkled as she chirped at Mark, "Oh, hello! I received your note that I should prepare dinner for you today, so I did! Let me put all this on the table and then I'll tidy up the kitchen like you asked, and then be out of your way!" Mark watched her move, his brain processing what she had just said. After she had made her trips back and forth to the dining table, he saw his opportunity. He rushed up behind her as she was standing in front of the counter and pressed up against her soft form, pushing her lower abdomen into the cold surface. Wrapping his arms around her, he grabbed her upper body and pulled it into him, lining her ear up to his mouth. His tongue ran lightly along the curves of her ear and he felt her wobble in her heels a little, sighing slightly. Grinning to himself, he breathed, "I think I want my dessert before dinner, hon. You're on the menu." Her body squirmed against him and he pressed his fingers into the silky fabric covering her breasts. He squeezed the soft flesh roughly and reached into her bodice to pull the mounds out of their coverings. Her brown nipples were hard and the aureoles were crinkled with arousal. Pinching the nubs, he pulled on them slightly and smiled to himself as he heard Lily moan. "And what a tasty thing you are," he added, now gently applying pressure on her back to push her body down to the counter. He quickly dropped to his knees behind her and flipped up the layers of satin and crinoline that covered her round bottom. Giving the round cheeks each a light spank, he pulled the lacy panties down quickly to her ankles and put pressure on her ankles to raise one foot, then another, to remove them. He tossed them aside and placed his hand on her lower back, using the other to ease her legs apart and to expose her shaved pussy lips to his view. Lily foggily considered that she was supposed to be in control of this situation, but lost all nagging thoughts as Mark's hot tongue slipped between her swollen labia to flick against her equally swollen clit. Her back arched and she spread her legs wider as she felt his lips begin to tease and nip at her folds. The sensations made her moan as she pressed back against Mark's face, wanting more. Her heels made her bottom arch upward slightly, turning it and exposing all of her glistening slit to Mark's eager mouth. Her wide-set ankles removed her stability, and all she could do was grip at the counter and whimper encouragingly as gentle suction surrounded her most sensitive part. Her long stockinged legs quivered around Mark's face, and his hands were kneading her round bottom, spreading and pushing the smooth cheeks roughly. "Ooh, ready, are we?" Mark smirked as one long finger pushed gently at her tight and wet opening, slipping easily into her folds. He sucked in his breath as he felt her muscles clamp down on the digit, and used his other hand to thumb her swollen clit slowly as he watched his finger slide in and out of her, dripping with her juices. Lily moaned loudly and tried to look over her shoulder at him in vain. She could not see him over her raised bottom, and so closed her eyes and sucked in her breath sharply as he unexpectedly added another finger. Wiggling her rear at him slightly, she cooed, "Mark, use your fingers to do that thing..." Her voice trailed off as she felt him pause, and then felt a smack against her left cheek. "It's improper for a maid to use her employer's name unless given permission, you naughty girl," he grinned, knowing she loved the sharp contact. Eying the slight redness forming on the creamy globe, he raked his nails along it gently, loving to see her shiver. "Mmm. Sorry. Can you please curl your fingers inside of me, sir? It feels so --" she stopped and squealed abruptly when for a few seconds Mark pushed downward onto her front wall and wiggled his fingers fiercely, curling and pushing them into another sensitive spot. She made a keening, mewling noise that sent electric bolts through Mark's body and made his already throbbing erection feel like it was going to burst. Just as abruptly as he had started moving his fingers, he stopped and withdrew them from her. A whining noise came from above the frills framing her exposed rear end and Mark chuckled, standing up to feed her his fingers. The whine turned into a purr as he felt her wet tongue curl around the fingertips and her hot mouth suck leisurely on each finger individually before drawing both into her mouth and fellatiating them. He bit his lower lip and rubbed his crotch into her bottom, pressing the hardness in his jeans up against her wetness and grinning as she jumped from the contact of rough denim against her smooth skin and exposed folds. He withdrew his fingers smoothly, ignoring the protesting moans, and opened the drawer immediately to the right of Lily's thigh. He saw her head turn, the frills on the hat wiggling as she tried to crane her neck to see what he was doing. Shuffling through the contents of the drawer, he selected what he wanted and grinned, closing it with a slam that made her jump against him and dig into his crotch even more firmly. He stroked her smooth ass soothingly before sliding his hand up under her dress and crinoline to the small of her back, rubbing the soft skin he found there just as reassuringly. He smiled at her trusting purrs, and knelt down again to plant a kiss on each of her ass cheeks. "Bear with me, Lily, this might be a bit odd at first..." his voice trailed off and before Lily could question what he was going to do, she felt a firmness only slightly bigger than Mark's fingers slide into her. Gasping, she lifted herself up to look over her shoulder and laughed as she saw the dark fluffy ends of the feather duster contrast with the pale skin of her bottom. Her laughing quickly turned into moans as she looked into Mark's grinning face. He looked pleased with himself as he began to slide the handle in and out of her. She looked around with her eyes half-lidded, knowing that was not what Mark had taken out of the drawer. She mentally tried to list everything in there: spatula, whisk, wooden spoons -- "Aah!" Her train of thought was broken as Mark leaned down again to plant his lips firmly on her clit. He sucked on it gently as he used his tongue to tease back the hood, coaxing the sensitive bud out of hiding and then flicking the rough tip of his tongue against it relentlessly. Lily collapsed back down onto the counter and writhed, now suddenly very aware of the slightly bulbed end of the duster handle buried deep inside her. Mark began to slide it in and out of her, watching the varying thicknesses of the handle appear and disappear into her wet opening as he tongued her sensitive bud. "Mark --" Lily whimpered but corrected herself after another sharp smack on her behind. "Ooh, Sir, that feels so good!" He squeezed her bottom in response and kept his mouth firmly against her, ignoring the urgent throbbing in his jeans. His nose was filled with her scent as he begin to slide the duster in and out of her faster, controlling his entry so as not to hurt her by slamming in too deep and too hard. She squirmed against him, and he knew she was wet enough for him to change tools. He quickly pulled away from her as she lay there panting and withdrew the duster. Tossing it on the counter gently next to her face, he smiled as she grabbed it and made a show of licking it clean. He spanked her again lightly and chuckled, leaning forward to bite on her ass gently, making her squeak in surprise. "Easy there, you minx," he grinned and pushed something much more cold than the duster against her swollen lips. He gently eased the cool object into her, and she gasped at how much thicker it felt compared to the previous toy. She closed her eyes, assessing the new invasion, and judged it to be no thicker than Mark's cock, if not thinner. She breathed heavily, shifting a little uncomfortably and trying to get used to the coldness and thickness. Mark ran his hands along her inner thighs soothingly and murmured soft encouragements at her to relax as he began to slide it in and out. Lily bucked her hips upward, feeling the immediate pleasure surge from the penetration to engulf her body. She whimpered and looked over her shoulder, watching Mark stand up to be able to stroke her back and watch her face closely as he fucked her with whatever-the-hell-that-was. He grinned and gently guided her to lift her upper body to him, kissing her lips as her face turned up toward him and cupping her full, quivering breasts still jutting out of her dress. He pushed the firm tool inside of her and guided her to stand up gently, turning her around and picking her up to seat her on the edge of the counter. Looking down curiously, Lily laughed loudly to see the curve of the ice cream scoop protruding from between her legs. Mark grinned at her and grabbed the curved metal to draw it in and out of her slowly, watching Lily watch the penetration. Her eyes became glassy and her mouth dropped open a bit as she began to pant slightly. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair dishevelled, and her hat sat very much askew. The full mounds of her chest quivered as she began to tremble, waving the hard pink nipples invitingly. He kissed her again, pinching and teasing at her swollen buds, and moved his hand up to stroke her cheek. "You look so fucking sexy, Lily..." he murmured as he broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck and over her chest. He nipped at her skin and heard her whimper softly between pants of pleasure. Encircling the taut buds of her nipples with his tongue, he heard her whimpers escalate into moans as she grabbed his head and held it to her sensitive skin, arching into him and pressing the bundles of nerves into his hot mouth. He knew she needed to cum by the way she was writhing and groaning, and knew how he could do it, but was not sure if he wanted to let her: she had been torturous over the past few days. As he knelt between her spread thighs and watched the handle of the kitchen utensil sliding in and out of her, he pondered his choice. He could make her cum and then take her, or leave her now, or just take her now, or... His thoughts were interrupted by a soft purr as Lily's fingers trailed over her clit and began to rub. He grinned, realizing his decision had been made for him. He would make her cum and then take her right there in the kitchen. She had given him release the first time, anyway, and he did so enjoy hearing her moan. He grinned as he placed his fingers on top of hers, and decided he would let her help; watching her face contort inches from his was appealing before capturing her cries with his mouth. His eager cock throbbed in agreement at the thought, and he pressed her fingers into her, smiling and nodding his permission as she looked at him questioningly. Understanding, she bit her lip and smiled at him happily, closing her eyes and propping herself up with one hand as she exposed her body to him. Her free hand rubbed fiercely at her clit, teasing the bud as only she knew how. Mark's hands were kept busy, kneading handfuls of her breasts and pumping the ice cream scoop handle in and out of her willing pussy. He watched her face as she gasped for breath, licked her lips, moaned, opened her mouth. Every move was sensual and he dove at her neck, licking and biting gently and making her moans raise an octave in pitch. He lifted up a nyloned leg and hooked it around his hip, spreading her even wider open. His mouth claimed hers for a quick moment before nipping up her jawline to attack her ear. "Aaah!" Lily gasped and tossed her head back, her body almost reverberating with the tremors of pleasure she was feeling. Another pinch of her nipple along with a tug on her earlobe caused her to buck sharply, driving the firm metal into her even more suddenly. A loud mewl resounded in the small kitchen, and Mark grinned, knowing she had to be close. He wrapped his free arm around her and cupped her opposite breast, kneading at it gently and pinching and flicking the aroused bud on it. He growled against her neck as he ran his tongue lightly back down her jaw, feeling her body tense familiarly. He nipped at her lower lip and kissed her forehead, knowing it would get her attention. She looked up into his eyes and the erotic sight of her teetering on the edge of orgasm near made Mark cum in his pants. Biting his own lip and breathing deeply, he held her to him and whispered against her ear, "Cum for me, Lil. Cum hard. You look so fucking sexy right now, and I want you to cum for me." He watched her closely, hearing her whimper softly before tensing and freezing, her eyes snapping shut, and her mouth open in a silent scream. He grinned at the familiar trickle of wetness he felt pooling at the bottom of the ice cream scoop and in his hand and eyed the beautiful arch her body created, jutting her full breasts and swollen nipples outward invitingly. The calm broke and she shivered, crying out loudly as Mark's mouth clamped on hers, capturing her scream. She shivered in his arms and kissed him feverishly, moaning into his mouth and squirming on the edge of the counter. He continued to pump the ice cream scoop in and out of her, slowing his speed and stopping as her fingers did. She panted heavily against him as he withdrew it to a sharp intake of breath and held it up for her scrutiny. She laughed through heavy pants and took it from him, giving it a quick lick before depositing it in the sink off to the side. When he was confident she could hold herself up, he backed away from her, grinning, and turned his attention to his now straining jeans. He heard a giggle and the clack of heels and he snapped his head up as Lily quickly hopped down from her perch, grabbed her discarded panties and her duster, and ran off to the bedroom. Wide-eyed, Mark dashed to the door and grabbed the handle with a creeping horrible feeling that it was locked. Rattling the knob and confirming his suspicions, he groaned loudly and thunked his forehead against the door, knowing what was going to happen. Lily would wait in there however long it took for her to feel confident that he had sufficiently calmed down, and it would be another frustrating few days for Mark. "God fucking damnit," he muttered and stalked off to the bathroom, resigned to his fist and frustrations. Cleaning Service Ch. 03 Readers: there may be some of you who notice this isn't the original version. I changed the characters a bit and cleaned up my writing a little, but I assure you, the story is in its heart the same. All the series with formerly Jason and Marea (now Mark and Lily) will also change to fit it. I just was dissatisfied with my writing style (author's constant process of trying to improve self). I also felt my characters needed to have a slightly different look and feel to them to them. Their personalities have completely evolved in my head to be different than I had planned so I've changed them very slightly in appearance to suit how I imagine them. Please enjoy. It's still the same couple; you'll see. ---- Mark had been antsy the entire week. His balls were blue and his brain was buzzing with a plan. He had found one of the keys to their room's lock, and placed it in his wallet. Night after night, he burst through the door to the apartment, hoping to see satin and lace, knowing that Lily was too mischievous to resist donning the costume again. She was still avoiding sexual contact with him, and he didn't know how he had managed to remain patient for an entire week. One night his patience was rewarded. He flung the door open quickly as usual and bit his lip as he felt the blood rush straight to his groin. Somehow the sight of white frills framing Lily's ass never failed to capture his attention. She had been bending over to pick up a stack of books that had been placed on the floor (probably for this sole purpose), and the satin panties were now a satin thong, the band of fabric running in between her cheeks just as frilled as the crinoline fluffing into a gauzy halo. She picked up the books slowly and began to stand up when she felt a warm firmness from behind. Mark had wasted no time dashing to her side and undoing his pants. His long and already firm shaft was pushed against her left ass cheek and his hands were eagerly roving over and squeezing her full bodice. Lily laughed to herself as she moved to bend down quickly and place the books back on the floor. Just as she was about to set them down, she yelped and dropped them with a loud thud. Mark's hand had already moved and swiftly guided his stiff cock to ease into her. Mark gasped and closed his eyes. He was expecting her to be wet, but not this wet. Her walls fluttering around him made him roughly grab her hips as he felt the crinoline of the pushed-aside thong tickling his pubic bone. His nails raked along her lower back as he pushed the hem of her dress way up. He felt the garters and stockings on her legs brush against him and he began to forcefully buck hard. He'd been teased twice in a week and a half and not been given a chance to fuck her. His body was shaking as it instinctively and greedily entered her hard, groaning softly as his hard length began to move in and out of the hot wet heaven of Lily's pussy. "Ooh, Mark," Lily murmured and bit her lip, one hand blindly groping for the wall or anything else to steady herself with. She sighed as Mark paused for a moment, remembering his manners, to wrap his arms around her torso to help her keep her balance. Lily herself was barely able to hold herself up with Mark's help. Her eyes refused to open as she whimpered with every thrust into her, her moans mixing with his. It had been a week and a half since she had first donned the costume, and two weeks since she and Mark had actually had sex. Although sudden, the penetration was more than welcome. Mark pulled her torso up to fully lean against him, and held her close as he walked her carefully to the couch. His pants were still around his ankles and Lily's heels were wobbling as they manoeuvred, making the journey a little perilous. Laughing, she pressed against him and mentally applauded herself for choosing a pair of heels the right height to keep his cock sheathed inside her. "Ungh, Lily," Mark was panting and began to fumble with her neckline as he pressed her against the back of the small loveseat-style couch. Uncovering her soft breasts, he grabbed them immediately, pinching and pulling at them as he pressed her into the couch to keep himself buried to the hilt inside of her. The soft moans of encouragement leaving Lily's lips escalated in volume as his mouth began to suckle her neck gently. He quickly yanked off his shirt and pushed her dress up over her hips, looking down to watch their coupling. He nudged her legs open with his knees and grabbed her hips with his hands, refusing to let go lest she run away again. He fidgeted as he moved and felt his shaft wiggle deep inside the velvety vise gripping his cock. Lily purred as she felt the hard shaft press into her front wall and bucked against him, moving her hips up and down and fucking him gently with small movements. "Fuck!" Mark growled and leaned into her, willing himself to ignore the burning need in his groin, but Lily's slick heat was gripping and sliding smoothly along him as he felt her ass grind into him and her hips gyrate with every move. He suddenly moved backward to break her leverage against the couch, roughly grabbing and taking her hips with him. He pushed Lily's torso down and moved her dress and crinoline up to below her bust, exposing smooth skin pressed against his and contrasting with the dark satin of the pushed-aside thong. Admiring the view for a few seconds, he stroked his hands along her lower back, massaging the soft skin and curving his hands down to cup her hips and stroke her stomach below him. Lily looked over her shoulder at him and cooed, smiling softly. Mark leaned over her, cupping her swaying breasts and squeezing the taut nipples as he kissed the skin of her shoulder blades, savouring the small lull. Lily refused to let him pet her softly for too long. On other occasions, she would have loved soft kisses and gentle touches, but now she wanted him to fuck her. She wiggled her hips slightly and squeezed her muscles around Mark's cock buried inside her for all she was worth. She heard a grunt come from behind her and felt Mark's arms around her tense. With the next squeeze, she smiled as he bucked into her firmly. Mark's head was swimming. As she clenched around him, he felt his cock twitch inside her and began to buck his hips hard, pounding into her and groaning at the feeling of hot wetness he'd missed for two weeks. Lily whimpered as his fingers found her slippery, needy clit and began to pleasure the swollen nub. Gasping, she tried to pull away from him, but only succeeded in planting herself into the couch and being fucked hard against it as he followed her back. "Wait, Mark, wait..." her voice sounded desperate. "What?!" Mark forced his hips to stop moving and looked at the back of her tousled head with a mixture of concern and frustration. "Sit on the couch... I want to try something," she looked over her shoulder at him and licked her lower lip before teasing it with her teeth. "Oh no you don't, you little tease," Mark pounded back into her hard and suddenly, pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her waist. He nipped at her neck and nuzzled his way up to her ear before engulfing it in his mouth. "Aah -- aah, no, no!" Lily writhed and whimpered desperately, "I promise not to run again! You'll like it!" Mark considered her statement, and knowing he had the key if she did run off, backed off and watched her suspiciously. "You'd better not be lying, Lily, or else you're getting a spanking." She grinned and grabbed his hand, pulling him around to sit on the couch she had just been pressed up against. She removed his socks and pants that were still around his ankles, leaving him completely naked. She pushed his shoulders gently, getting him to lie down. Grinning, she pulled the crinoline out from under her skirt and discarded it on the floor, kicking off her heels in the process. Crossing her arms in front of her, she pulled off the little babydoll dress and stood in front of Mark clad in her lingerie. She removed the skimpy satin thong and dropped it on the pile of fabric, leaving her breasts pushed up and out of the bra and her legs clad in white stockings and lacy garters. She lifted a foot to place it on the couch next to his chest, exposing her centre to him. Pinching her nipples, she eyed him for a moment. Mark looked at her just as hungrily as his firm cock quivered against his body. It was resting hard against his abdomen, and was still glistening from being inside her. He reached out to run a hand up her leg, stroking her smooth butt and giving it a rough squeeze. His hand trailed forward to insert a finger into her swollen lips, feeling slick wetness engulf it as he nudged the pad of his finger against her clit. He watched Lily's eyelids close and heard her gasp as he trailed it gently back and forth along her slit, teasing her softly. When Lily opened her eyes, she flushed pink and licked her lips at the sight of Mark. Grinning, she moved quickly and straddled his face, leaning over him and reaching out with her tongue to lick his cock slowly. She purred as he caught on, feeling his arms wrap around her thighs to hold her to him and his tongue begin to explore her folds. She heard his moan as she wrapped her lips around the swollen head of his cock and began to suck, happy that he didn't protest this arrangement. Mark immediately began flicking his tongue at her clit. He wanted her to cum for him and then he wanted to fuck her. It was an unspoken rule between them that this was a race to see who would cum first, and he wanted to explode buried to the hilt in her pussy, and not in her mouth again. He knew he would have to work fast, as he didn't know how long he could hold out. Lily had already started sucking his cock like her life depended on it, and he hadn't exactly been getting a lot of attention lately. He adjusted his head and searched her folds for her clit. He spread her lips with his fingers to expose it and draw it out of its hood, and attacked it with his tongue for all he was worth. Lily screamed and let go of his cock to pant and writhe on his face. Mark grinned to himself and held on as she squirmed on him, trying to get the direct stimulation away from her clit. Groaning, Lily frantically wriggled against him; the feel of her clit being played with directly was almost too much. The hypersensitive nerves were firing bolts of pleasure through her and she bucked with every touch of his tongue. She frantically tried to distract him by sucking his balls into her mouth, by grazing her teeth along his shaft, by pumping her fist on his cock, but Mark just spanked her bottom pressed into his nose and gripped her thighs tighter, desperately trying to hang onto his last shred of control. They were both hanging on by threads, and Mark was determined to push Lily over the edge before she got to him. He knew she was close. Her sucking had become more erratic and she had resorted to gripping his cock with her fist. She was barely pumping it anymore, but she was trembling, and he could feel her feet twitching and her toes curling next to his head. There were a few seconds of sudden silence from Lily, and Mark smiled to himself as he felt her entire body tense. He sucked on her clit hard and refused to back down as he wriggled his tongue over it and rubbed against the most sensitive hidden part of it. He slid one hand over her ass and nudged the very fingertip of his little finger into her tightest hole and waited. The screaming and shaking that racked Lily's body was more intense than Mark had ever seen before. His face was wet with her onslaught of juices and he gasped as she valiantly tried to lick the head of his cock as she pumped it with her fist. As she did so, Mark realized he was going to explode also if he wasn't careful. His refused to move his tongue from her clit, and tried to will the churning in his balls to go away. The muscles in his pelvis began to flutter, and he moaned as the last few pumps of Lily's fist made his hips buck up. He gritted his teeth but it was no use; his own explosion followed hers and a thick rope of hot cum splashed onto her face as he made guttural moans of his own. The next stream was stopped from going too far by her lips clamping down on the head. Her tongue lapped at the sensitive underside as his cock jerked in her mouth. They were a sight, each of them writhing and moaning together on the couch and trying desperately to keep the stimulus on the other going. Mark gave up first and threw his head back, panting hard as his body forced the last few spurts of cum from his twitching cock. Lily moaned and began to lick up all that she could find. Lapping at the base of Mark's cock, she was still quivering and the hot puffs of air from Mark's pants were hitting her wet centre directly. Taking the semi-hard shaft into her mouth, she sucked on it gently and noted that it was rising to full hardness again. Mark groaned and let his arms fall to his sides, squirming underneath her at the sensations. Lily saw her chance. She sprung up with what Mark noted to be an amazing amount of energy and grabbed her things piled on the floor clumsily, dropping the thong soaked with her juices. She ran to the bedroom and the door shut, leaving Mark alone in the room with a hard-on for the third time in two weeks. This time, Mark caught his breath, smiled to himself, and slowly and leisurely got up from the couch. Picking up the thong, he closed his eyes and brought it to his nose. The familiar scent of Lily was all over it. Licking his lips, he realized it was all over him, too. He chuckled aloud and moved to his discarded pants. He retrieved the key from his wallet and eyed it, visions of what he was going to do to the naughty tease in his bedroom flashing through his mind. Should he spank her? Tie her down and tease her? He had to make up his mind quickly. Smiling to himself, he walked over to the bedroom door, throbbing erection proudly leading the way. Gripping the wet panties in one hand, he used the other to fit the key in the lock and unlocked it with a click. "You're so in for it!" he chuckled to himself as he pushed the door open. Cleaning Service Ch. 04 Readers: there may be some of you who notice this isn't the original version. I changed the characters a bit and cleaned up my writing a little, but I assure you, the story is in its heart the same. All the series with formerly Jason and Marea (now Mark and Lily) will also change to fit it. I just was dissatisfied with my writing style (author's constant process of trying to improve self). I also felt my characters needed to have a slightly different look and feel to them to them. Their personalities have completely evolved in my head to be different than I had planned so I've changed them very slightly in appearance to suit how I imagine them. Please enjoy. It's still the same couple; you'll see. ---- When she heard the click of the lock, her heart jumped. Lily knew her game was up, and entertained the thought of locking herself in the adjacent bathroom, but decided to obey the throbbing in her groin instead. She hadn't had any time set in mind to end her little game anyway, and she was more than willing to give in. She knew whatever Mark had in store was going to be his sweet revenge, and she trembled slightly at the thought of all the things he could do to her. And so Mark found her, seated on the bed with her garter belt slightly awry, her tits still exposed, and her stockinged legs tucked under her as she caught her breath, wearing the naughtiest grin he'd ever seen. He practically sprinted across the room to lunge at her, her shrieking giggles turning into moans as he grabbed her wrists in his hands and pinned them above her head. He dove at her throat, sucking and nipping the flushed skin, and wedged his hips in between her thighs. "You're a very bad girl, Lily," he growled as his lips moved to the shell of her ear. She made a soft moan in response and breathed, "Uh huh," in confirmation, arching upward and wiggling her hips. Mark's naked body was tense and she could feel his cock still hard though she had just sucked him dry. "Mmm, Mark," she ground upward, pressing his erection into her belly. Mark laughed. "You're not getting it that easy, not after that fucking week," he grinned down at her as she bit her lip and smirked back. He unwadded her damp panties from within his fist and made figure eight loops around her wrists with the elastic. He hooked his fingers into the bind and sat up, moving to the edge of the bed. "No, my little tease, you promised me you wouldn't run, and I promised you I'd spank you if you did," Mark stood up and leaned over, not so gently dragging her to the edge of the bed, and draping her over himself as he sat down again. Lily's eyes widened, and she looked over her shoulder at him. One of his hands was still securely holding her wrists in front of her, and she was lying on her stomach across his lap. His other hand was stroking her skin, rubbing gently along her back and massaging the curves of her ass. "Mark," she breathed softly and closed her eyes, making a noise that sounded almost like a purr. Feeling his blood begin to boil, his pets and squeezes became rougher, met by the swaying and grinding of Lily's hips. Her breaths were long and ragged and interspersed with whining moans as she felt his fingers occasionally dip slightly lower over the curve of her bottom and nudge against her lips. SMACK. The slap created a much more impressive sound than amount of pain, but the pressure had been just right for Lily, evidently. Her back had arched and her purrs had turned into a surprised cry as she bucked forward to push her hips into Mark's lap. She felt a surge of warmth move through her and fires of tingles race across her sensitive pussy, still recovering from the onslaught received earlier. Moaning, she pushed forward onto her knees, her chest held down by his hands still holding her wrists. Her ass was raised far into the air and Mark grinned as his fingers began to probe her now separating folds. "Is that so, my dear?" he chuckled softly and landed another well-metered slap on her backside, this time on the other cheek. "MARK!" The sharp cry snapped his eyes back to her face in concern, but his expression relaxed when she pushed her bottom up into his hand and she made a whimpering noise. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip, panting slightly as she waited for the next. He groaned softly as he felt his balls churn and the desire to take her rise. SMACK. "Ohhhh!" Her hips were squirming, and Mark aimed the next one for on top of her shaved outer lips, beginning to glisten slightly as her ass began to glow red above them. "Fuuuuuuck," Lily hissed as she felt the sharp contact on her sensitive lips. It was no secret that she was wet for him after that one; his hand was streaked with the juices from her slit. She began to sway her hips side to side as best she could, grinding her chest into his lap and trying to encourage him to slide a finger into her folds. "Oh no you don't, you naughty thing," Mark laughed and let go of her wrist ties to brace a hand on her lower back to keep her still. His hand came down to smack her left cheek again, then her right, then her left, as he gauged the heaviness of his hand from the sharpness of her moans. He paused abruptly to tease a finger quickly over her clit and dip it slightly into her opening and grinned evilly at her whimpers. "Oh, so you give it but can't take it, huh?" His hand soothed the red globes of her ass before placing seven more light slaps on them. He leaned over to nip at her shoulder and spanked her with every word, "It's. My. Turn. I'm. Gonna. Tease. YOU." He stopped and let his voice drop to barely above a whisper. "And then, Lily, I'm gonna fuck you." Lily's head was reeling. All she could do was whimper with each delicious slap on her behind and let his words sink in. Her nipples were swollen and her ass was throbbing in time with her clit as she pushed up to meet his hand and made a soft whimper as she shuddered listening to his last statement. "Mark," she gasped. Eyeing her, the corner of his mouth curled up into a sly grin. He gently helped her up to kneel and with a mischievous wink laid her down on her back. Looking around quickly, he draped her hands gently over her head. He ran his fingers along her ribs and pushed them under her back as he bent his head to kiss her exposed skin. "Arch up, Lily, I need your bra," he murmured, pressing his lips against the swollen nipples and soft breasts that wiggled with her movements. She arched, but only because his lips gave way and his mouth latched onto her nipple. She moaned and bucked upward as she felt the bra loosen and her mind cloud. She foggily wondered what on earth he would want her bra for, but immediately decided she didn't care when his mouth switched to the other side and a lone finger stroked her now wet nipple. "Maaark," she mewled, saying his name over and over. He let go, although reluctantly, as he slid the satiny and skimpy garment up her arms. It caught on the restraint and Mark looped the fabric around the bedpost before hooking it back together. Satisfied Lily could not use her hands, he eased up off of her and climbed off the bed. Lily's eyebrows raised, but before she could ask the question, her body was convulsing as Mark ran the feather duster down her ribs. She shrieked with laughter and writhed around, trying to get away from the duster. "Fuck you!" she cried out and flipped onto her stomach, glaring at Mark. "Aw, don't be like that, baby," he pouted at her and ran the tips of the feathers lightly down her spine. Her instinctive jerk upward was stopped by his body as he moved over her and pressed her down with his weight gently. He tossed the duster to the side, grinding his hard cock against her smooth ass cheeks and attacking her ear. He made her sing for him again as he trailed his lips all over the hard upper shell of her ear and then nipped at the lobe gently. He licked and nibbled the sensitive spot just behind it and nuzzled down her neck to her shoulders, listening to her whimper as she squirmed underneath him. She tried to adjust her hips to push his hard cock into the right position, but he would have none of it. "No, Lil, first the teasing, THEN the fucking," he chided, sitting up and ignoring her disappointed groan. He looked at her for a moment, ignoring her frown. Kissing his way back to her ear, he brushed her hair over her opposite shoulder. His tongue snaked along the lobe once more and he whispered to her, feeling her body trembling below him. He ran the palms of his hands gently up her sides and nipped at her shoulder. "This is what happens when you're a naughty girl, Lily. Naughty girls don't get rewarded with what they want. And I know what you want, my little tease," his fingers trailed down her spine and his lips pressed against her neck. "Do you know what you want?" Lily's eyes were closed and her breath was ragged. Her skin was on fire and every word he was whispering into her ear shot sparks and tingles through her body. Her nipples were throbbing and she began to squirm uncomfortably beneath him. She whimpered in response to his question, foggily trying to remember what was going on. The laugh that floated into her ear was gentle. He eased up off of her, deciding it was a good idea to roll with this newfound turn-on, and rolled her gently over onto her back before pressing into her again. She looked at him and was taken aback by the serious look on his face and the constant roving of his hungry eyes. "Do you want me to fuck you?" The words were soft but electrifying and his intense gaze made her look away, flushed. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip as she slowly began to nod her head. "Yes," she whispered, pulling a bit at her restraint. "Yes, what?" He trailed two fingers lazily down over her chest, flicking her nipples and teasing her skin. "Yes, I want you to fuck me," her voice caught in her throat and was suddenly small as she felt Mark's mouth curve into a smile against her cheek. "What's the matter, Lil? Can't you tell me what you want?" He could feel the frustrated whimper in her body before it escaped her mouth. His hand began to slide up and down her stomach, his fingers teasing erogenous zones on all sides without pushing the buttons she wanted. Quivering, all that she could force out of her mouth was, "Please..." He looked at her, waiting for her eyes to open. Feeling his gaze, she bit her lip and raised her eyes to meet his. Her jaw went slack and she sucked in her breath sharply as his intense gaze watched her every move as his tongue extended to lathe a long stroke over her taut nipple. She felt like she was on fire, and wanted nothing more than his hard cock ramming into her repeatedly. "Please what?" his voice lilted playfully and his tongue began another long slow stroke on the other nipple as he never took his eyes off hers. "What do you want, Lil? Tell me," he encouraged. Gasping, she arched upward to push her breast into his mouth, but he pulled back and clicked his tongue at her. He kissed lazy circles around each nipple, brushing the other with his fingers and listening to her gasp at him. He moved with the arches of her back and rolls of her hips to keep just out of reach, tucking an arm behind her back to keep his mouth to her and beginning an assault on her skin. He nipped and licked up her neck to suck on the hollow of her jaw, then dropped quickly to her hip, biting the curve gently. The soft whimpers of anticipation peaked as he kissed across to her belly and then gave way to an abrupt frustrated groan as he moved back upward. "Maaaaaaaark," her tone was pleading and her movements were becoming frantic and frustrated. She still wasn't playing along, so he tried one more time before giving in. He laid down alongside her, kissing her cheek to make her look at him. He gave a soft smile as he began to pinch her nipples and run the pads of his fingers over them. "What do you want, Lily?" He paused briefly to give her a chance to answer. Her only response was a soft noise and to look away, red-faced, and so he pushed further. Dropping his voice to a husky whisper, he buried his nose into her sensitive neck and nipped at it gently in between his words. "Do you want me to suck on your nipples?" He felt her tense. "Yes," she breathed. After a heartbeat of a pause she added, "Yes, please suck my nipples." Her voice was shaky, and she closed her eyes, arching upward. "Mmm. Do you like it when I do?" "Yeah," she breathed, her voice barely louder than his. "Tell me," his hand moved over her again, running the pads of his fingertips lightly along her ribs, just tantalizing the nerves. "I like... I like it when you suck my nipples," she turned her face up and away to expose herself as she felt his mouth return to her neck and ear, drawing a chuckle from Mark at her eagerness. "Good. I'm glad. Do you want me to lick your pussy?" He touched his wandering fingers to her folds and teasingly pushed one just slightly between them. The anguished cry matched her blushing face twisted with longing. "Yes! Yes, lick me!" "Lick you where?" he probed, watching her eyes open to glare at him and the blush deepen. "Lick my... my pussy," she barely whispered the word, not used to saying it. She held his gaze, biting her lip as he moved closer, moving to run his lips along her jawline. "What?" He murmured into her mouth as he slid a finger along her slit, nudging against her clit twice and pulling away. His mouth captured the shriek, but she wrenched her mouth away and cried out, "LICK MY PUSSY." She buried her face into his neck and groaned, pulling hard at her restraint restlessly. He grinned, knowing it would be cruel to push it too much longer. "And what else do you want?" Her heavy breathing was the only sound in the room as her eyes opened and then narrowed at him. She looked at him coolly, but the squirming of her hips as he stroked her inner thighs belied the raging fire she felt. The glare softened and he groaned suddenly as she wrapped her legs around him and held him against her, feeling his hard cock press against her mound. She began to rock her hips and grinned mischievously when she noticed the falter in Mark's breath. "I want your cock, Mark," she breathed, and he bit his lip and leaned forward to hear her better. She felt her slick juices coat his sensitive skin and moaned at the sensation of slippery pressure on her clit. "I want your cock inside me." He began to rock against her, groaning at her words. "This cock? You want this cock in your pussy, Lily?" He murmured against her lips, kissing her between words. She nipped his lower lip and nodded as he kissed her. She let out a moan as he adjusted himself and felt the head of his cock finally catch in the right spot. He waited, pushing more of his weight on her to keep her from bucking her hips up. "Ohh Lily, fuuuuck..." he whispered, panting slightly and placing small fast kisses on her forehead. "Is your pussy nice? Oooh, it feels so wet. God, Lily, I can feel you gripping on it already, fuck." His brows knitted as he willed himself to hold his position. "Uh huh," she closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again, breathing deeply and making a point of squeezing her muscles harder. Her words were long and drawn out, and her limbs were trembling, "Fuck me, Mark. Put your cock in me and fuck me." He groaned and his will caved as he pushed forward, groaning as he felt the hot slickness engulf him. His head was swimming as he felt strong muscles ripple around his cock. "Fuuuuck, Lily!" he whispered and gripped her thighs. Pulling back, he grabbed her legs and held them up over his shoulders before he bottomed out in her again quickly. "OH FUCK YES!" Lily bit her lip as she realized what the neighbours might be hearing but stopped caring as Mark began to thrust quickly, leaning down and bringing her knees to her shoulders. Her moans mingled with his as he began to fuck her hard and fast, grabbing one of her soft breasts and suckling on the other. "Oh, fuck, Mark, don't stop fucking me with your cock. I love your cock inside me, it feels so good, don't you dare stop fucking me," Lily gasped as she threw her head back and arched upward. Mark grinned and paused for a moment, drawing expletives and an angry glare from Lily. "No, fuuuuck!" She groaned in frustration, but stopped abruptly when she realized Mark was loosening the panties from her wrists. As soon as she was able to get herself out, he leaned over and nipped at her lower lip, feeling her hands stroking along his back. "Mark, fucking fuck me!" she dug her nails into his back and arched her hips upward, groaning in frustration. Her right hand moved downward and Mark grinned and began to buck hard, lifting her hips up with his hands to meet his. "Yesssssssss," she hissed as her fingers teased her clit and his cock filled her again. Her hips were bucking against him as best they could, but he mainly kept his weight on her for leverage. Lily's mind was in a fog, and her eyes were closed tightly as she arched her back and bunched the bed sheet with her free hand. She could feel her walls gripping around his shaft, and knew she wasn't going to be long. "Mark," she whimpered, looking up at him. His own eyes were closed and he was biting his lip. He was as flushed as she was and his fingers were gripping her legs as hard as her nails were running down his back. He opened his eyes slowly, gazing into hers with a groan as he felt her squeeze around him. So close. "Ohh, why do you feel so good?" he growled and slowed down his pace, trying to last as long as possible. The only response he got was a loud cry as her upper body lurched upwards and her slick walls clamped around him. He could feel each and every clench she made around him and he moaned at the new pressure. Juices gushed around him and he could hear the wet smacking sound made with every thrust of his hips. The warm, wet heaven that he was already enjoying fluttered around his shaft and the rippling of her muscles along his length was pushing him toward the edge fast. "Ahh!" Lily gazed up foggily as her body tensed. Her gaze didn't see much, though, because Mark kept thrusting into her even as she came. Each push against her grappling walls heightened the pleasure and made her squeeze him harder. She grabbed a pillow and clamped it to her face, moaning loudly as her muscles and her orgasm went into overdrive. Mark grinned to himself at Lily's abandon, smirking as he kept his hips aiming in the exact same spot. As her body writhed and her climax intensified, it began to become too much. He desperately tried to hang onto his control, but couldn't compete with her walls milking him. His thrusts became slightly erratic as he groaned and collapsed forward, catching himself on his hands as he bucked into her, following her rolling hips and moaning with his own release. He could have sworn he near passed out at the intensity of it. Unloading deep inside her as she climaxed around him felt exquisite and was what he had been waiting for since he'd first seen her in the black satin and white lace. He lowered himself to rest on his forearms, but slipped and collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. She laughed and wrapped her arms around him, holding him there and catching her own breath. He groaned softly and planted kisses along her jawline and on her ear, feeling the soft flutters of her muscles milk him of anything he may have had left. She squirmed a little as he nipped her earlobe and he smiled against her cheek. "What the hell sparked all that anyway? You've come a long way from hiding yourself in front of me, haven't you?" He rolled off of her onto his side, pulling her with him and cocking her leg up on his hip. He wrapped his arm around her waist, not ready to pull out just yet, and looked at her expectantly for an answer. Cleaning Service Ch. 04 Her eyes widened. "Did you like it?" she asked, looking worried. "I wasn't sure if you'd go for it, and I couldn't find a schoolgirl skirt that would fit." She frowned. He blinked at her and shook his head slowly. "I think you gave me the bluest balls I've ever had, you naughty thing. Avoid fucking me for two weeks again while you tease my cock off and you're going to get more than a spanking!" He grinned at her and ran his fingers along the lacy garter holding up her stockings and framing her ass. "But, yes. I did. I hope you wear this again sometime," he urged, letting his fingers trail along the warm skin of her back. "What DID get into you, anyway? Just a couple of months ago I had to beg you to turn the goddamn light on." She smiled softly and began to pull the pins out of her now dishevelled hair. "I don't know. I've always liked to play around a bit. I guess I just didn't know if you'd like it or not, too." She winced as she caught a snag. Smiling shyly at him, she leaned back and away to place the pins on her bedside table, one leg still cocked over his hip. Running his fingers along her side and over her now exposed heavy breast, he raised his eyebrows at her. He pinched her nipple and teased the pads of his fingers over it, watching her eyes flutter closed as he felt her hips squirm. Her face flushed as he traced over the pink aureole and he laughed at her reaction. "You're insatiable, woman," he murmured and laughed softly when she shot him a dirty look. "Says the one who's already hard again," "Got a problem with that?" "Only if you don't use it." "I'll only use it if you promise not to pull a dry spell like that again," he glared down at her. "Like hell I'll do that again, that was tort--- ohhhhhh my goooooodddd..." her eyes closed as he began to move. "Deal."