1 comments/ 32306 views/ 1 favorites Cleaning Up By: captivate Chadwick knew it was the day for the cleaning lady. Pearl came Tuesday without fail, making his messy home clean and shiny once again. This miracle occurred every week and he loved it. He lived in squalor the rest of the time, but Tuesday night was his night to inhale deeply and enjoy his home. Pearl was due within the hour. She was a sweet, old woman who had cleaned his house for some time. She was polite and friendly, somewhat "old world" in her mannerisms. She always wore clothes that were large and baggy, and covered her body, as if she didn't believe in exposing her skin to light. She did her work efficiently, keeping a schedule in her head. Although she had been his housekeeper for over a year, Chad really didn't know much about her. She was not one for idle chatter. He knew she had a vague accent, and was a good worker, taking pride in her work. She did all that was expected of her and never left without finishing everything. Chad had come to wealth early in life. He had a great idea for a business venture and had invested his entire savings. Luckily, it was a bigger success than even he had anticipated. So now, he was a young mogul, making money and enjoying life. At 30, Chadwick was a stable, well-established member of the business community. He owned his home and lived a very full life. Usually. Usually, Chad was gone on Tuesdays, involved in his business, returning in time to pay Pearl and compliment her on a job well done. Today, all his plans had gone awry. His lunch date had a pressing appointment and cancelled. His afternoon client was sick. The bookkeeper was not ready to go over the month's receipts. Finally, in desperation, Chad called his playboy brother, Evan. He was always good for a fun time. But Evan's latest girlfriend had actually stayed the night and was already planning their day together. He was smitten and in no mood to leave his own apartment. Frustrated, Chad spent the morning at the computer. He did some online transactions, answered some email, even played some games. Then he thought of a website he had heard about, LITEROTICA.COM. He typed in the name and waited to see what was so great about the site. He was greeted by the pen and ink drawing of a lovely lady. He scrolled down the screen, taking in all the links. He clicked his way to stories and picked a few to read. He read a beautiful love story by GTI, then a well-crafted novella by MILTONE, and then looked around for some good, smutty stories. He scanned stories, skipping around, enjoying the world of erotica. He was a little surprised to find that he was very aroused. His cock was throbbing in his jeans, aching for release. His hand rested in his lap, just putting light pressure on his dick, on the sensitive underside. As he flipped to the photo section, he realized he was going to need some release and soon. Chadwick tried ignoring the problem. He clicked off the website and returned to mindless games, but it did no good. His cock was stiff and throbbing, the images he had seen and read alive in his head. He knew he had to deal with his erect cock. He went to his bedroom, which would be the last room cleaned, and stripped down to his form fitting briefs. His leaking cock had left a wet spot on the fly, the angry red head was pushing against the elastic waist. He ran his hand up and down the shaft, enjoying the sensation. His fingers slipped into the waistband, touching the wet head and circling the velvety skin. He grabbed the phone and stretched out on the bed, thinking at least he could share the pleasure. He quickly dialed Becky, his regular phone sex pal, to see if she wanted to play. She answered on the second ring, and he could sense her smile when she heard his voice. She told him she was too busy to play, but would love to join him another time. Then her voice lowered and became softer as she asked, "What are you wearing?" To Chad, this sounded promising, and he quickly described his state of undress and the condition of his trusty cock. "He is dripping for you now, Becky," he said. Becky began spinning scenarios of what they could do IF they had time. Chad could feel his cock swelling at the suggestiveness in her voice. God, her voice was made for sex. Chad could often get aroused just remembering things she had said or shared with him. The sound of her coming was captivating. As he ran his hand up and down the shaft, anticipating a fun time with Becky, she told him she really needed to go and he heard the click of dashed hopes. He was lying across his bed, his hand lightly massaging his hard cock. He was just realizing that he was alone in this and, if he was going to get relief, he would have to rely on himself. He stood and removed the tight briefs and then got comfortable, building a pillow nest for himself, his hand tightly wrapped around his engorged cock. He closed his eyes and began the slow massage he preferred. His palm would slide over the head, gathering precome for lubricant, then slide down the shaft, circling slowly with his fist. He heard a sharp intake of breath and looked up to see Pearl standing beside the bed, a look of amazement on her face. "You are a very bad man, Mr. Chad. You should not be doing that, it is wrong!", she scolded. Her eyes were wide opened as she watched his hand continuing its caress. Chad was unable to stop now. Pearl looked at him, at his huge cock and lifted her hand in the air. She brought it down on his ass, telling him to stop, to stop immediately, that this was not a good thing. Chad felt the spank, felt the heat, and it hardened his cock further. She brought her tiny hand down repeatedly, reddening the skin and making Chad incredibly hard. His body tensed for the next contact, but instead of spanking him again, her hand rested on his firm right cheek, almost tenderly. Her eyes remained on his cock, moving up and down with his stroking palm. Her face was flushed, her eyes bright. She walked around the bed, sitting gingerly on the other side, still watching him pleasuring himself. She pulled a pillow close and stretched out across from him. Chadwick looked into her face and realized he had misjudged her age, finding her much younger than he originally thought. As she relaxed on the bed, her skirt rose up, exposing very shapely legs in heavy brown hose. Chad wondered what else he had missed, how many errors he had made in his judgement of her. Chadwick looked into her eyes. He saw desire there, he saw need. "Would you like to watch, Pearl? Just watch, no touching or involvement on your part. I would like it very much if you would stay and let me touch myself for you." Pearl continued to watch his hand and his cock, a small smile on her face. She was lying across from him, her breathing rapid, her mouth slightly opened. She tentatively reached out with one hand and touched his fingers. She was growing flushed, her eyes glistening. Chad suggested she remove a layer of clothing, for her own comfort. She unbuttoned and removed the outer sweater, remaining completely covered. She reached for his fingers again, but miscalculated, touching his turgid cock instead. She was completely still, a look of shock on her face as she felt the hot, firm flesh. Chad asked if she had ever felt the need to pleasure herself, if she enjoyed the release. Pearl looked at him, turned bright red, and slowly nodded, her eyes downcast in embarrassment. He tried to tell her that it was nothing wrong with it. It was a natural need, and one that everyone had. Her hand was still resting on his cock, burning the skin with its warmth. Chad considered his next move for a moment and then decided to go all the way with this. Smiling at Pearl, he said," Would you like to show me while I show you? I won't touch you, I promise. It would just be some fun between friends." To Chad's amazement, Pearl nodded her head again. She sat on the side of the bed and began removing items of clothing. Her back was to him, but he saw her hands, surprisingly young and attractive, reaching for buttons and zippers and ties. Her clothes melted off, layer after layer, until Chad was looking at a slender, delicate spine and a long, elegant neck. She was tiny. He guessed she must have worn 4-5 layers of clothing to hide her beauty. He reached out and traced her spine, feeling her shiver at his touch. "Lie back with me, please. I won't touch you again, I just want to look, then let you watch me." Once again, Pearl surprised him by obeying. She was beside him, but not near him. Her hand caressed her neck, slowly sliding down her pale skin, moving between her full breasts, running a finger up and down her sensitive skin. Both hands hovered over her breasts, teasing her nipples, making them distended and puffy. They were a lovely shade of rose, capping her firm orbs beautifully. She closed her eyes and began teasing them, pulling them up and pinching them between her fingers. Chad watched them swell even more, as if the abuse was exactly what they needed. He wished he hadn't promised not to touch. He could hear a soft moan deep in Pearl's throat, a needy little cry. Now she turned to him and smiled. "Your turn," she said. Chad turned on his back, reaching for his softly furred chest, running his fingers over the matting. His fingers touched his nipples and he found himself jumping with the jolt running through him. He imitated her, pulling and pinching and found the feelings quite enjoyable. His nipples were erect and achy as he ran his palms over them. He stopped and turned to face her once more. She nodded and moved her little hands down her tummy, playing a game around her belly button, circling and twirling. Her fingers reached her curlies and she seemed content to caress them, comb them with her tiny fingers, letting the hair circle her finger tips. She would pull the hair out straight and then let it spring back. Her curlies were glossy and dark, and Chad could inhale her scent even across the bed. After a few minutes of this, she grinned and turned back to him. Chadwick could hear the lyrics of one of his favorite songs in his head, "Anything you can do, I can do better....". He smiled and reached down his muscled abdomen and reached his long, silky hair. No curls for him. But he combed it with his fingers and enjoyed the sensation of his fingertips moving on his skin. Glancing at Pearl, he noticed she was enthralled by his actions. She still had not spoken, just engaged in this game with him, teasing him. Now it was her turn again. Lying on her back, she opened her thighs and allowed him to look at her lovely mound. Then, she slowly reached down and spread the lips open, revealing the most beautiful pinkness Chad had ever seen. Her scent filled the air, arousing him even further. Her fingers moved into the pinkness, sliding up and down, making that delicious wet sound. Up and down she moved the fingers, occasionally plunging them deep into her pussy, but always continuing on her way again soon. She circled her clit, closing her eyes and moaning with each touch. Her hips moved now, up and down, imitating the fucking she wanted. Finally, she removed her shiny little fingers and offered them to Chad. He leaned forward and sucked them into his mouth, enjoying the sweetness of her. She turned on her side, her head supported by her hand and looked at him. "Anything you can do, indeed!" Chad moved his hand down, capturing his cock and wrapping his fist around it. He liked to move the skin up and down the shaft, rather than his hand, and he began to do that. His other hand slipped below his balls, cupping them and massaging them gently. His hips began the dance too, moving up and down, seeking a home. Finally, he ran his finger over the head, gathering precome and offering it to Pearl. He found it incredibly sexy when she opened her pretty lips and sucked his finger deep into her mouth. The game continued. They moved from back to side repeatedly, each showing off for the other. Pearl was smiling now as she touched herself, almost anxious to display her charms. She turned to her back, spreading her legs, making love with her fingers to her sweet pussy. Once she even turned on her tummy, with her ass in the air, and moved her fingers from pussy to ass with a seductive movement. Finally, the inevitable occurred. They turned on their sides at the same time, coming in actual contact. His face was near hers. Her mouth was brushing his. The kiss had to happen. They slowly came together, lips touching gently and purely. Then, his tongue slipped out, washing her lips. Her tongue reached out to him, pulling him back into her hot mouth. They teased and played with each other, until more was necessary. Chad moved closer, just a little. Pearl rolled further, a small amount. They found themselves touching full length. She could feel his hard cock on her tummy. He could feel her curlies on his thighs. Her nipples pressed against his chest, hard and hot. They kissed and touched each other. His hand now reached for her delicate spine and traced the fragile skin. Her hands caressed his back and shoulders, sliding down to his tight ass. Looking into his eyes, Pearl lifted her left leg and draped it over his right hip, opening herself to him, inviting him into her pink, needing him there. His cock was so ready. Together they reached down and guided his erect dick into her, both smiling at the sensations. She felt full. He felt wrapped in warmth and softness. Their hips began moving once again, this time the rhythm was perfect. In and out, up and down, back and forth, he made love to her. Her moans filled his head and he wanted, more than anything, to please her. His breath was fast, irregular, as he concentrated on making this wonderful for Pearl. He thrust into her, deeper and deeper. Her leg wrapped around him, pulling him closer to her, making him a part of her. He felt her tensing, saw her eyes close and her mouth purse with concentration. Then it happened. He felt the spasms starting all around his cock, throbbing and pulsing. He felt her legs lock around his waist, holding him in place. Her nipples hardened even more, pressing into his chest. The absolute best part was watching her face as the orgasm rippled through her. Her eyes fluttered and her mouth pulled tight. She cried out, her hands clutching his back, his name filling the air. She looked so beautiful, so happy, he couldn't help himself. As he felt her pulsations around his cock, Chad knew he would come soon. He thrust deeply one more time then felt his balls emptying into her, filling her. She rode through his orgasm, her warmth holding him securely. Finally, he was empty and exhausted. He continued to hold her as she remained wrapped around him. They kissed one more time and smiled. Tuesday had become their favorite day. Cleaning Up This is a tale of exhibitionism, though sex would have been great, it was not on the menu. For those who share my appreciation for this, you will know what I mean. * I have always enjoyed the freedom of being naked. It's a simple thrill that we can all enjoy, but even better when there is a valid reason for being undressed in the presence of the opposite sex... In this case, I was in the process of eliminating the need to shave my pubic hair, ever again. "Okay Tony, we have you confirmed for your laser hair removal appointment at 8:15 a.m.," stated the attractive coordinator, her eyes shining with the twinkle of making the sale. "Thank you Michelle, and who will be taking care of me?" At five two, and lithe of frame, I certainly hoped that it would be her or her equally attractive assistant, Eva. "Should I call before I arrive, or just show up?" "If you call, you'll get either me or Eva, because we are normally the ones up front here, but we have a very good staff available to take care of our clients." She didn't get the point of my question. I was scheduled to have what is called a Brazilian Bikini treatment, which meant that they were going to use the laser to remove the pubic hair from my naval, genitals, and as an additional procedure, to remove the hair from my buttocks and in between. "Oh, and one more thing... Remember to shave the area, before tomorrow. It's no big deal if you don't, but then it will cost you forty dollars to have the technician do it," injected Eva, her smile just as captivating as Michelle's. "All right then, I will see you two tomorrow morning," I said with a grin. What I wanted to say, was that 'I was looking forward to being naked in front of these two women.' The service I had just retained for the next morning was to begin our first session, of eight visits, to have all the hair removed from my balls and ass. Now, before you go thinking that like any other typical male, I was entertaining thoughts of porno movie style adventures with these women, I wasn't. What I knew that I could enjoy, was being undressed in the presence of everyday women, for a good reason. Yes, I am an exhibitionist! I have been able to enjoy the pleasure of exposing myself without breaking any laws, or opening myself up to any sort of trouble. It's a simple thrill that has been a quirk of mine for as long as I can remember. Though it is another story, there was the time that I submitted a photo of myself nude and erect, face obscured, in a sheaf of photos that were being reviewed by my abnormal psychology class. The girls appreciated the hard work the military had put into keeping it's infantry in shape, as well as the size of my clean shaven erection... Being modest, I consider myself to be okay looking, and of moderate size, but it was nice to have the female body of that class and the female instructor express their opinions over my picture. Anyway, back to the story. I have always shaven my groin area, because I like to have a clean playing field for the girls when we touch each other. The stubble has been a draw back that over time has become quicker to appear than when I was eighteen. Now, I was like a kid before Christmas morning, as I waited for the evening to pass. All night, I had an erection that would not go away, even though I knew that there would be a measure of discomfort involved with the treatment. 8:00 a.m., finds me sitting in the hallway in front of the elevators. I have been here for twenty minutes, waiting for Eva to arrive to open the treatment centers office doors. Each person that comes off the elevators, that is not her, has no idea that I will be naked in a room down the hall... Her blue scrubs bear the name of the office that I am waiting for, but I have not met her yet. I really wanted to have Eva do this, so I wait to let the woman unlock the doors. Waiting five minutes, and no Eva or Michelle, and I decide to go wait in the office waiting room. "Good morning, do you have an appointment?" Looking into the eyes of Rachel, as I was to learn her name, I am caught in bit of a quandary. She is an attractive older woman, with a hint of a Slavic accent, but not the young girl that I talked to the evening before. "Yes," is my nervous reply, "I have an appointment for 8:15." My giddiness comes from the prospect of an even better thrill. Being naked in front of a complete stranger, and that she has the qualities of one of your friends moms, that all the guys think is hot. "Good, give me a second, and then come with me," Rachel states, as she goes about starting her day. Simply nodding, I follow her to the small treatment room in the back, and wait for her directions. She asks me to take a seat, and enters my information in the computer in the room, and makes casual conversation. Finishing up, Rachel says, "Okay Tony, take off your clothes and we will get started." This is the part that I had been waiting for. I watch her as I unbutton each button on my shirt, noting that she is going about the process of readying the necessary items for taking care of me. It is sort of erotic how she is attempting to give me as much privacy as she can, in a situation where it is anything but private. In a few minutes, I have removed and folded my shirt, pants, and underwear. Even in the cool of the room, I can feel myself becoming semi erect, as I stand naked with a clothed woman in the room. Turning to my new acquaintance, I ask, "Do you want me on the table?" Rachel turned her full attention to me again and said, "Yes, and I see that you still have stubble, did they let you know about shaving the area we are going to treat?" "They did, but I thought that you might need to see the area where the hair grows, before we started... I know about the additional cost of getting it shaved here." "No problem, I can shave it for you now, but the laser is an area treatment. We cover the whole area that you want done. Lie back and I will take care of it." It was apparent that Rachel was used to this kind of thing, and it was not as big a deal to her as it was to me. For three years now, only my wife has touched me there. Only my wife has shaved my cock and balls. With a razor and soap, Rachel proceeded to gently shave from my naval, down around my dick, my balls, down between my legs, and after turning me over, my buttocks and around my asshole. It was very erotic to have her spread my cheeks and lather me and then use the razor in between. Like I said, it was a little more exciting now, to have this woman touching me in such a private manner, during the course of her work. Rachel then used a cool wet wash cloth to remove the soap and shaved hair. With a little water and another wash cloth, the last of the soap was cleaned away, and the process of using the laser began. With great professionalism and care, Rachel began at me naval, and allowed me to get used to the effects of the laser. It felt like a mild electrical tingle to me, though it has been described as feeling like the snapping of a rubber band. There was the sensation of some heat, though the cool water from earlier helped out by cooling the skin prior to the laser. There was a gel that was applied, and funny enough, she used a wooden tongue depressor to apply and relocate the gel as we did each area. We talked as she worked, and when there was any discomfort, she would adjust the power setting, and ask if I was ready to continue. To do my buttocks, Rachel had me roll over again, and assist by spreading my cheeks. Like icing on a cake, she applied the gel between the cheeks, and used the laser to zap the surface area around my asshole and along the crack. When she finished there, it only left my buttocks to be treated. Like applying icing on a cake, she used the tongue depressor to apply the gel. Each cheek was done in turn, and using the depressor like a squeegee, the gel was removed. "Tony, you can use these tissues to clean up, and then put some of this post laser skin cream on the area. I'll be back in a moment, while you do that and get dressed, okay?" "Yes ma' am," I said, as I stood up in front of Rachel. I liked having her look at my body. I will admit that the hair removal process took some of the stiffness out of my semi erect Pre-treatment state, but now that it was over, I was beginning to feel him stir back to life. "Let me know if you need anything, okay? I'll be right outside." Rachel then opened the door, and went next door. I could hear the sounds of an everyday conversation, as I applied the lotion to my buttocks and groin. Since I was alone, and needed to show my genitals a little appreciation for the abuse it just received, I began to masturbate. It was a quick affair, as I was almost hard, and knew that Rachel was due back soon. I had just cum into one of the tissues that she had provided, and was turning to pick up my clothes, when the door opened. "How are you doing," Rachel asked, as I reached for my underwear... "OK," I replied as I straightened up to face her with my semi erect penis pointing at her. I know that even if she had walked in on me, it would have been explained away as me applying the lotion to the treated area. It would have been kind of erotic to be stroking my cock, as she watched... Perhaps next time I can put the lotion on while the technician is with me-or maybe she can put it on. At the front desk, on my way out, I ran into Eva. "Hi! Looks like you have already been taken care of, huh?" she asks, as I walk up to the desk. "Rachel is an excellent member of our staff. By the way, this is Norma. She is another one of our techs." Eva answered the question that I had, even before I got the chance to ask it. "Good Morning," I replied to the two girls. The euphoria of a recent climax and the company of two good looking women was wonderful. "Can I schedule my next appointment?" "Sure, let's take a look at the calendar. It will be ten weeks from now, so pick one of these days," she said, pointing to the computer screen. Leaning in towards Eva, I looked over the open days, as well as the new girl she had just introduced me to. If Eva isn't available for my next visit, perhaps I can get Norma. "That Friday looks good." "Any preference on the time, the whole day is open?" Eva asked, as she tapped at the keys. Since I had just had an 8:00 adventure, I decided to change it up. "How about 11:00, is that a good time?" "Sure," said Eva, "Do you want Rachel again?" "That's fine with me, but if she is not free, perhaps Norma could handle me?" is my reply. This brings a smile from Norma. "I can put you down for either one of them, or just leave it open, all of our staff are good," said Eva. "Okay, then eleven o'clock on that Friday. You two have a good day, and I will see you then," I tell them in parting. My only wish is that I could do this every day. * This adventure is not packed with excitement, but for those of us that enjoy the pleasure of opportunities to expose ourselves to others, I know that you can appreciate it. Cleaning Up Dennis awoke to the sun shining brightly in his eyes. He sat up and stretched his arms, then looked around the room. He was on the top bunk of a bed in the corner, surrounded by other bunk beds full of sleeping boys. Dennis chose this bed for one reason, so that the sun would wake him up each morning before anyone else arose. He had just turned eighteen a week ago, June 2nd, and he had chosen to spend his summer break at camp as a camper. Dennis would be a senior in high school the next year, fairly old for his grade, so he was in the oldest cabin of campers. The reason Dennis wanted to wake up so early was so he could sneak off to the restroom connected to this bunk and jerk off. Dennis wasn't very popular or handsome, so he was pretty used to being rejected by girls. But here, at this summer camp, he was surrounded by beautiful women in tiny swimsuits, running around playing sports and gulping down dripping bottles of water. A lot of the time, Dennis had to go hide under a tree and stroke himself over his pants. Even worse was the fact that all of the other campers were always fucking these girls, and none of them liked Dennis. Everytime Dennis would try to go up and talk to anyone, a big stronger boy from his cabin would shove him out of the way, and the girl he was trying to talk to would giggle, and hold onto the other boy. Dennis was always humiliated. One time, after such an encounter, Dennis started walking back to the cabin when he heard screams coming from behind a building. Dennis rushed to see what it was. Ronald, one of the boys from his cabin, was poking his fat pink dick into Melissa behind a cabin. Melissa was screaming in pleasure as her plumps tits bounced up and down with each stroke. This got Dennis so hard that he scurried back to his cabin to jerk off. However, right in the middle, Ronald walked in with a whole group of the girls, Melissa, Lilly, Laura and Krista. When they saw Dennis sitting on the edge of his bed, pants at his ankles, furiously rubbing his cock, they all burst into laughter. Dennis didn't have a very large penis either, and Laura was sure to yell out, "Oh my god, he's got such a tiny prick!" When Dennis heard this, he stopped and looked up at all the girls. The sight of these scantily glad girls and his hand on his dick was too much for Dennis. His dick began contracting and spurt out a tiny puddle of cum onto the floor. Ronald and the girls started laughing even harder. "Hey!" Ronald yelled, "You can't make a mess like that in our cabin, clean it up." Dennis, so embarrassed about being caught, was quick to obey, and leaped down to the ground from his bed and started mopping the cum up with his discarded pants. His cock was still exposed, and was starting to shrivel even more from the embarrassment. "So where were we?" Dennis heard one of the girls coo, and they all started giggling flirtatiously. As if they had forgotten he was even there, the four girls and Ronald all climbed onto Ronald's bed and started undressing. They were going to have sex right in front of Dennis! The girls quickly threw all of their clothes onto the floor, Melissa's panties landing right in Dennis's pile of cum. He picked up the precious underwear and sniffed it. It smelled like sex. A bra landed to Dennis's right, and he stared at it intensely. There was a small stain in each cup and Dennis picked that up and smelled it too. One of the girls had let someone cum in her bra. Dennis began to get his little dick hard again. On the bed, Laura straddled Ronald's face, and he began lapping up her pussy quickly. Melissa and Krista each alternated sucking Ronald's dick, which Dennis saw was at least three times bigger than his own. Lilly, however, sat on the edge of the bed, completely naked, and was stroking her wet pussy dutifully. She was staring intensely at Ronald's cock. Dennis stared up at her boobs. They were the nicest pair out of all of them. Firm yet big, they looked like rain drops swollen with flesh. His puny cock was rock hard now. Lilly glanced from Ronald's cock over to Dennis's hungry eyes. She smiled maliciously when she saw him looking at her. When Dennis began stroking his cock again, Ronald shot up from Laura's pussy and yelled. "Dude!" he said, his cock being sucked by three girls now, "No jerking off! You'll make a mess on the floor again!" The other girls' mouths were full, but Lilly laughed teasingly at Ronald's comment. Her boobs jiggled slightly as she laughed. "Clean up these clothes too, while you're there," Ronald added. So, Dennis, still hard but small, stood up and gathered all of the girl's clothes. To be fair, there wasn't a lot of it. Two of them wore just a tang top and a bra, while the other two wore just bikini tops. They all wore panties and really short shorts with writing on the back. "Jizz hole" one of them read. Dennis placed the clothes into the corner as he listened to Ronald getting sucked off. He watched as Ronald pushed the girls off his dick and mounted Krista. The other two started fingering each other as Lilly still masturbated. She was watching Dennis still. Dennis sat there for about a half hour watching Ronald fuck each of these girls in turn, including Lilly. As he fucked her doggy style, she still stared at Dennis, tits flying towards him like huge bags of milk. When he was done, they all gathered beneath him as he shot his load, coating all the girl's chests in a light layer of spunk. They licked it off each other greedily. "See?" Krysta said to Dennis, "We're hear to make sure our man doesn't make a mess on the floor. You don't have anyone to eat your cum." And here, she smacked her lips gently. "I've got lifeguard duty about fifteen minutes ago," Ronald said, picking up a pair of swimming trunks from his shelves, "Dennis, dress these girls for me and send them on their way or I'll tell everyone about the mess you made." Dennis, scared of getting in trouble, took the pile of clothes from the corner and sorted them onto each girl. His hands scanned their flesh as he placed their clothes on, and his small dick rubbed up against their bodies. "No jerking it!" Melissa warned him as his hand came close to his cock. Her boobs were almost in his face at this point. Dennis learned that Lilly was the one with the cum stained bra, and as he put it on her, a huge splat of Ronald's jizz dripped off Lilly's breast and stuck onto Dennis's own chest. All the girl though this was hilarious, but Lilly undid the bra that Dennis had put on and wiped her boobs against Dennis's cum stained chest, scooping the misplaced jizz back onto her own breast. As the soft lumps of Lilly's tits passed over him, Dennis swore he could feel his dick about to explode. After he had dressed the girls, they left, and Dennis put his own clothes back on. He didn't dare masturbate; he was scared of Ronald's threat. That was why he chose to wake up so early, so he could sneak off to the boy's restroom and jerk off. He chose the stall next to the sink and pulled down his pants. His dick was almost as hard as it was when he watched Ronald fuck the girls, and he placed his hand gently on the shaft. He moved it up and down with pleasure. Just then, he heard the door to the restroom open and saw a set of bare feet enter through the door. "What?" Dennis thought, "All the guys normally sleep in!" He heard the giggle of a girl from under the stall. So it wasn't a guy! "Who's that in the stall, said the voice, and Dennis recognized it as Lilly. Her feet walked over to his door and knocked. "Who's there?" she asked again, and Dennis pulled his feet up so she couldn't see them. "No, I already saw you," she said, and pulled open the stall door. The locks were cheap, so she was easily able to enter the stall. "Dennis!" she said, smirking, "I thought you weren't allowed to jerk off!" Lilly was completely naked, and a huge glob of cum was dripping from her mouth and glazing her tits in shiny white. Her pussy was full of spunk too, dripping down her thighs and nearly touching her ankles. "Yeah, I just fucked Marcus," she told Dennis, "Twice." She added a giggle at the end. "But he went to sleep," she said, "And I figured I'd get cleaned up." Her boobs were still dripping cum, and Dennis uncounsily began to stroke his dick again. "You're really horny, aren't you?" she asked, and Dennis nodded. "Well, I guess one jerk won't hurt." She bent down onto her near and squezzed her tits together with her hands. "Come on," she said, "I'll let you place your load right there." He began masturbating very quickly, entranced by the beautiful glossy orbs of Lilly's chest. "That thing really is small," she noted, "God, I wouldn't be able to even feel that!" It didn't take long until Dennis started erupting his stream of cum. "For such a tiny weenie, you sure have a lot of juice," she said, letting the new white stream coat her tits, "Come one, give mama some more." Dennis continued to pump harder until his tiny dick was drained. "Oh well," she said, "I guess that's it." She got off her knees and sat her nude butt down onto Dennis's lap. "My nice ass is going to squeeze your dick until it's even smaller!" she joked, then shoved her messy breasts into Dennis's face. "Clean up your mess," she told him, "And eat Marcus's too." Dennis make quick work of her jazzed covered treasures, lopping up each glob of cum with a patient slurp. "Good teenie weenie," she told him, then made him sit on the floor and get her pussy too. "And finally," she said, turning around, "My ass. He didn't cum in there, but I shit last night and I think there still may be some left." Dennis's tongue poked into the beautiful cheeks on Lilly's behind and sopped up all the brown mess in her tight hole. "That's sick," she told him, standing up, "That's disgusting, little man." She opened the door to the stall and waltz out, her ass shiny from Dennis's tongue. "You want to clean me up like that every time I fuck your friends?" she suggested, and Dennis nodded willingly. "Okay then," she told him, "That's our deal." She smiled and left the room. Dennis went back to his bed and closed his eyes. He could probably get one more hour of sleep. Cleaning Up... I lean my head back and let the warm water massage my scalp. I let out a contented sigh as I lean against the cool tiles of the hotel shower. I've cleaned all sweat and various other fluids off me from our wild lovemaking session a few minutes ago, but I swear I can still smell him on me. He flew hundreds of miles to see me... I don't even know how much it cost. Sure there was something in it for him, a good fuck is all the motivation a man needs I suppose. But, I needed this more than him. The stress of a new place had been building on me for awhile and the feeling of the familiar is a welcome distraction. Especially if that familiar feeling is the warmth of another body against yours. My mind wanders back to other times, long ago, with him. For a moment my eyelids droop and I can feel myself drifting off with my head against the wall. A sound snaps me back to reality. The door? "Babe?" I question through the shower curtain. "... Damn." I hear out in the room. I can't help but let out a soft laugh. He was never as stealthy as he imagined. "You... wanna come join me?" As soon as I finish my sentence the curtain gives way to his head peeking in. I smile at him for a moment. He looks like the teenager I first met, blue eyes sparking against the white walls, a comical grin across his lips. I try my best to give a seductive glace before turning my back towards him. I have nothing to wash, but pretend to anyway. If there is one weakness I'm sure of with him, it's my ass. As I brush my hair out of my face I can feel his hands caress my hips. I lean my weight into him and lean my head backwards. He slides his left hand up, lingering long enough to pinch my nipple slightly, and places his hand on my chin. He turns my head towards him, and nibbles on my earlobe. I instantly feel a shiver run down my body, and I give him a soft moan of approval. His other hand moves between my legs. I lift my left arm behind my head and grab his hair, urging him on. My heart pounds harder in my chest as his fingers explore my wetness. He whispers into my ear, "Oh god, you feel so good! I love your tight little pussy." My breaths are escaping now as gasps as I feel his fingers slide inside me. I'm still sore from our earlier session, but pleasure quickly overtakes pain as he finds my g-spot. Moans are escaping me now, and I can feel my stomach begin to tense as an orgasm builds. I arch my back to grind against his hand and can feel his hard-on against my ass. I reach back and stroke the length of it as my moans get louder. The feel of his rigid cock in my hand sets me off and my whole body tenses as I cum. My legs threaten to give way, and I fall against him. My breathing ragged and my head dizzy, I turn towards him and give him a kiss. I can't control my breath and it escapes in short gasps as my stomach flexes with the aftershocks of my orgasm. He smiles at me, still holding me up with both arms. I grab his shoulders and spin us around, putting him under the flow of the water. "Oooh, I like it when you take control!" He says mockingly. I turn and place my hands on the wall, thrusting my hips towards him. "Good! Then fuck me, slave!" I hear a soft moan from him before he responds, "Yes, Mistress." This has nowhere near the intensity of our earlier game, but I can tell the idea turns him on. I make a mental note of it for later. I can feel his dick press against the lips of my pussy and I lean my weight back onto it. It slips inside and I almost squeal at the feeling. Every inch of him is filling me up, I swear it's bigger than before I moved! I wiggle my hips back and forth, coaxing him to start moving. He pulls his cock out, slowly, before slamming it back into me. A moan escapes my lips without me making the sound. I put on hand back onto his hip and dig my fingernails in, when he gets too far away I forcefully pull him back. He must enjoy it because he is slamming his hips against mine so hard that every thrust pushes the air out of me. I slide my other hand down to my own clit and flick it rapidly. My whole body is afire with pleasure, I have no idea for how long we went. The only sensation I feel is a orgasm building, releasing, then starting the whole process over again. "Baby... I'm going to cum!" I hear from behind me. "Cum inside me!" I somehow manage to get the words out, but my throat is dry from my ragged breaths. I lean my ass against him as he grasps my hips tight. He thrust hard for only a few moments before his entire body shudders. I can feel his dick twitch inside me, setting of yet another orgasm. I tense around him as the flow of hot cum pumps inside me. My whole torso seems to be filled by the warmth of it all and I let a few groans loose to show my approval. I let him fall out of me and turn to him again. I grab his face in both my hands and kiss him with as much vigor as I can muster. "That... was... amazing!" I smile at him "Yeah," he laughs, "But it looks like we need another shower to clean off." Cleaning up Jeffrey, at eighteen years old, still lived in a house full of women. His father left when his baby sister was born. Technically, he held the title of the man of the house...but that was hardly the case. Kimberly, his older sister, was nineteen years old and Rachel, his younger sister was hardly ever around. Their mother, Mason, was a police officer who worked the third shift, so she was gone most nights. When she was home, however, her word was law. Everyone was to have their homework done before she left the house; everyone was required to eat their vegetables before they could be excused, etc... Very rarely did Mason ever spend a night home with her children. With her black curly hair that tumbled down her shoulders, her succulent breasts that pushed eagerly against every blouse she owned, her rump that shook gently as she walked, and her thick luscious thighs; she spent most of her time attracting men. The kids, in fact, could hardly remember the last time that she spent the night with them. So, when she was away at night, Kimberly was in charge of her younger siblings, not Jeffrey, "the man of the house." One night, Mason probably out fucking one of the neighbors, something surprising happened at home... Jeffrey was masturbating over the toilet bowl, as he often had before. Ever since his balls had dropped years ago, his cum had become thick and white, and a sticky hassle to clean up. So, he had gotten into the habit of going into the bathroom, as if taking a long piss or a quick shit, and jerking off real fast into the water. All that he had to do was flush for a nice simple clean up. The only difference from tonight, versus any other of the nights, was that, in his haste to relieve himself after looking at the dirty magazines in his room, he had forgotten to lock the bathroom door. There he was, his head cocked back, his eyes clenched shut in agony, his meat rock hard in his hand, stroking as hard as he could, dry with no lube, when the door opened. "Sorry Jeff, I left my--" Kimberly's jaw dropped. Quickly, with his hard-on still groped firmly in his hand, he turned toward his older sister. Of all the times in the world, he whimpered and came hard. Ropes of his thick white-hot cum shot across the bathroom and splashed against Kimberly's shins and slid down onto her bare feet, nestling in between her toes. She stared down at her glazed feet in shock, her mouth still open. Nervously he blurted, "Oh shit, Kim. I'm sorry." She didn't say anything. "Here, let me," he grabbed a towel from the rack on the wall and got down on his knees. With his pants still crumpled around his ankles, and his cock still semi-hard and leaking, he rubbed the towel up and down his sister's shins. Then he brought it down onto the top of her feet and scrubbed like he was cleaning a floor. "Disgusting," was all that she could say. "Oh I know I'm so sorry Kim." He stood up and tossed the towel into the sink. Then, out of mere habit, he stroked his cock a couple more times to get the rest out. "God, Jeffrey," she said looking away. "Oh shit," he quickly tucked it down and pulled his boxers and pants back up. "God, I'm sorry, I forgot." "Right in front of me?" "I know, I know. I wasn't thinking." Now that he was fully dressed she took a few steps into the bathroom. "Why didn't you stop when I came in anyway?" His face turned red, "I tried, I mean, God I couldn't help it Kim." And it was the truth. If she hadn't of barged in on him like that, it probably would have taken another minute or so for him to cum, but when he saw her shocked face, the excitement just got to him. Like a sexual laxative, pushing his fluids right out of him. "I wish you would have at least locked the door." Now it was his turn to stick it to her. "Hey, you should at least knock before just waltzing on in here. I don't want you walking in on me while I'm taking a dump either." She bent down to pick up her purse, which was what she had come in for, left it nestled by the tub. The black track shorts that she wore to bed were hardly shorts at all. Originally the shorts hung around her thighs, but she had grown up since when she first got them. Now, she only wore them to bed, where most people couldn't see them, since they had become so revealing. Being how short and snug as they were, she also chose not to wear any panties underneath them for comfort reasons. Jeffrey stood behind her, his eyes staring at the exposed flesh. He could practically see her snatch from the angle. Well it was more like the inner crease of her thighs, but there were even a couple of brown hairs poking out. He felt the blood rush down to his penis. "Trust me Jeff," she said, still bent over, rummaging through her purse, "I would much rather have seen you sitting on the can then to have seen you shaking hands with Mr. Johnson." His cock grew against his pants, pressing them outward slightly. "Yeah," he said emotionless, staring down at her rump. "Jesus Jeff, you sound like a zombie," she stood up and turned around, her small breasts jiggling under her white tank top. "Did it take that much out of--" He was staring at her lower half still, as if not noticing that she had both stood up and turned around. He licked his lips. "God, Jeff, what are you staring..." her eyes fell to the bulge in front of his pants, "...at." Neither of them said anything; they just stared at each other. Then the lump in his crotch started twitching. It was throbbing. Finally, Kimberley looked up at Jeff and saw that his eyes were absolutely glued to her lower region. "Jesus, take a picture it will last longer." As if snapped out of a sweet dream, Jeffrey jumped. He immediately tried to cover his obvious erection by adjusting his pants and crossing his hands over it. "Sorry," was all that he could mutter. She shook her head in disgusted. "I'm your sister, Jeff. That's really disgusting." "I know," he said quickly, "I can't help it, honest." "Do you always look at me that way, get a nice woody when I bend over and then come in here and blow your load nice and quick?" He wished that she would stop talking about it; it was only making him harder. Feeling both violated and agitated, she shook her head and started out the door. On her way out she stepped her foot right into a large white puddle that had landed on the floor. It oozed up in between her toes. "What the fuck?" Jeffrey looked down at the mess. Without even thinking about it, one of his hands started stroking his cock through the fabric of his pants. Kimberley lifted a foot up and wriggled her toes. A couple drops of thick white sperm splattered from her raised heel. "Christ," she said in disgust, "Is this how much usually comes out when you do this?" He groaned quietly, his eyes glued to the raised foot. She brought her foot back down and looked up at her little brother. In his own world, he stood stroking his erection. "Jeffrey!" She shouted. Immediately his hands shot to his sides, as if he had been called to attention. "For Christ's sake Jeffrey what are you doing?" "Nothing," he blurted. "I'm sorry." She looked down at his crotch and said, "It wasn't nothing, Jeffrey. You were jerking off again. Jesus you're so disgusting. Look at this," she said, lifting her foot that was dripping with his fresh white cum, "You still haven't cleaned up your mess from two minutes ago and you're already going at it again. You're so fucking gross." "I know sis," he said, ashamed, his face turning red. "At least clean up first," she said, "Have a little dignity." "Right," he said, grabbing the towel from the sink and getting on his hands and knees, wiping the floor. He crawled forward toward his sister, wiping around her feet, then she lifted her sperm covered foot up and put it right up to his face, wiggling her toes. "Clean all of it up," she said, putting her hands firmly on her hips. "Yes, Kim," he said, wiping the bottom of her feet gently with the towel, then bringing it up and around her ankles, wiping down her shins. When he was done he looked up at her and said, "Is that better?" She wiggled her toes and said, "It's still in between my toes. And my feet are sticky now; just wiping it off isn't going to cut it. God this is so disgusting." He looked up at his sister, her beautiful white thighs, the black shorts riding up into her pussy and ass crack, and those little breasts that shook with every breath she took. "Well what do you want me to do then?" He asked, his cock twitching madly in his pants. "You'll have to use something wet to clean me up. And that towel isn't going to cut it." He didn't know what she wanted from him, "Should I run you a bath or something?" "What, so I can soak in it?" Irritated, she pushed her sticky foot forward into his face and smeared a little from between her toes against his mouth. "There you go," she said, laughing to herself. Involuntarily, his tongue came out and ran along the bottom of his sister's foot. "Jesus!" she screamed, "Did you just lick my fucking foot?" He didn't say anything, looking up nervously at her. "God you're disgusting. What did you want to taste, your disgusting sperm or my sweaty feet? I can't believe I'm related to a gross little pervert like you." She rubbed her foot across his face again. "Well, go on," she said. He looked up at her, "Go on with what?" "You want to lick it up? Be my guest." She wiggled her toes again. "Are you serious?" "Come on," she said, "Unless you have a better idea." He wrapped one hand around the base of her lifted ankle and pulled the toes closer to his face. Then he ran his tongue between each one, getting all of his thick white sperm out from between them. She started giggling and said, "God that tickles." This was motivation for him to start flicking his tongue up and down against the bottom of her foot, as if he was licking a pussy, to really get her going. The giggling turned into downright laughter. Then he slid his tongue up further, behind her calf, and started working on her shins. The laughter died away and was replaced by a quiet breathing. He flicked his eyes up at her every now and then. She had a strange look on her face as he worked his tongue all around her shin and calf. Then she said, "I think some of it got on me a little higher too." "Oh yeah?" he said, his voice shaky. "Here," she said, walking around him and sitting down on the edge of the bathtub. "Now you can get it all off without straining your neck." He crawled in between her legs and started lapping away at her inner thighs. Every time he slid his tongue closer to her crotch he took a deep breath, smelling her musky cunt. He wondered if it was getting wet. Then she did something that completely surprised him. She grabbed the back of his head and forced it into the center of her crotch, holding it there tight so that his face was pressed firmly into the fabric of her track shorts. He tried to protest a little, but he could barely breath, pressed up so tightly against her. And anyway he didn't really want her to let go. This was a dream, his face pressed up against his sister's wet crotch, breathing in only her scent. Then she closed her legs, tight, with his head still in her crotch, so that her thighs and knees were pressing him even harder into her hot pussy. This was his 'punishment' for covering her with his sperm. Now it was her chance to cover him with hers, figuratively speaking. Now he really did begin to protest, but not because he didn't like having his face in between his sister's legs; he really was having difficulty breathing. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" she said, teasing him. He grunted. "Listen," she said," I'm going to let you go in a minute, but only for a minute, and I don't want you to move a muscle, you got it?" He grunted in the affirmative. Then she opened up her legs and pushed him away from her. "What are you doing?" he asked. She didn't say anything, just slid her track shorts down to her ankles. Jeff's mouth dropped, face to face with his sister's hairy wet pussy. "Okay," she said. Then she grabbed the back of his head, much rougher than before, and pressed it hard against her wet cunt. She wrapped her thighs around him again and said; "Now you get to see how it feels, being covered in your siblings bodily fluids." Now he gets to see how it feels, he thought, in pure ecstasy. Then, much to his sister's surprise, he began lapping his tongue like crazy against her clit. Instantly she began to drip down his chin and she let out a soft whimper. She wasn't expecting him to go down on her like this, only wanted to gross him out a little. He continued, stroking his cock through his pants with one of his free hands. He was already close to orgasm, ready to fill his pants with his cream, but he kept stopping and holding off, wanting to time it just right so that he could cum at the same time as his sister. The time was coming. She started breathing faster and faster, moaning louder and louder, grabbed the back of her brother's head by the hair and squeezed his face into her cunt, juices dripping down his chin. He worked at his cock. Both his hand and his tongue were working at the same pace. Then it happened. The pressure built in his groin until he exploded hot ropes of cum all in his shorts and pants. His sister, shaking and convulsing, squeezed her legs as tight as she could and let out a pure cry of pleasure. They stayed like that for a minute, and then their bodies just sort of collapsed. Then, after a silent moment of physical bliss, Jeff said, "Hey sis." "Yeah?" "I don't think this is fair." "What do you mean?" she said, looking down at him. "Look what you made me do," he showed her the big wet spot on the crotch of his pants. "This wouldn't have happened if, you know." "Yeah, so?" she said. "What are you trying to say?" "Well," he said, "Since this is pretty much your fault, shouldn't you be the one to clean it up this time?" She laughed. "Yeah I guess so, you little pervert. Stand up." He did as he was told and got up, his wet crotch right in front of her face. Then she slid her hands into the waist of his jeans and yanked them down, along with the boxers, to his knees. "Do you want me to clean it good?" she asked teasingly, touching gently with her fingertips his already growing cock. He looked down at her, holding his wet member, and whimpered, "Yes, sis. Please . . ." "All right baby brother," she said, bringing only the head of his cock slowly into her mouth and sliding her tongue around it in a circular motion. Jeffrey closed his eyes and cocked his head back in ecstasy. Cleaning Up We had just finished dinner. I was standing at the sink, washing dishes in only an apron, black thigh high stockings and black peep toe heels. As he watched me, I could feel myself getting wet. My pussy began to throb and my breasts were aching at the thought of his touch. My want and need was building and I yearned to put my mouth around his cock forming that bulge in his jeans. I worked as quickly as possible, but made sure to display my ass prominently with the occasional wiggle and jutting it out, legs slightly spread for him. He knew I wanted him as I looked longing at his face, my eyes trailing down his muscular chest to his crotch again. He leaned back in the chair, stretching out his legs and grinned at me. I smiled back with an extra wiggle of my ass and bent over the sink. I heard the chair scrape on the floor as he abruptly stood up and crossed the short distance to me. He grabbed me by my hips and roughly pulled me against him, asking if this is what I wanted. "Did you want to feel this hard cock against you?" I gasped at the suddenness of the motion and breathed out a "Yes," as he squeezed my hips and ground his jeans covered cock into my bare ass. His left hand came around to grasp my breast and pulled me against him as his right hand reached under my apron to find my slick wet folds. "Such a needy little pussy, dripping wet for my fat dick, isn't it my little slut?" I only managed a gasp as his fingers thrust into me, his grip tightening on my breast. His fingers formed a rhythm thrusting in and out of me, his thumb circling my sensitive nub, all the time holding me firmly against him. His breath was hot on my neck, whispering in my ear what a wanton little slut I was for him. He ran his tongue along my neck and asked, "Do you want to feel my cock in your pussy?" I moaned my reply, "Please, I need to cum. I need to feel you in me." He increased the pace of his fingers, plunging harder into me, only to let up and gently rub my clit. Then there was the barest of whispers on my ear as I writhed against him, "Cum for me, slut," as he plunged his fingers in deep, curling them to press against my g-spot. I erupted on his fingers, bucking wildly as he held me tighter against him. "That's a good girl. Let it all go, cum only for me." As the last waves of orgasm washed over me he turned me around and kissed me tenderly, then pushed me to my knees as he unzipped his pants. No words were necessary as I knew exactly what was expected of me. I quickly pulled his hard cock from his jeans and began to hungrily feast upon it. He groaned as my lips encircled him, my lips moving up and down the shaft and taking his full length to the back of my throat. Our eyes met as I looked up at him while swirling my tongue around the swollen head of his cock. I licked up a drop of cum leaking from his head and closed my eyes to savor the taste. "Do you love the taste of my seed, baby? Have you been thinking about my semen filling your belly all day?" he asked. I nodded yes with an "Mmhmm" as I took his cock in my mouth again. His hands found my hair and his fingers twisted in the golden strands, forming a grip to guide my head at the pace he desired. I continued my sloppy stroking of his cock with my mouth as he moved my head up and down, sometimes holding me just past my gag point before letting me come up for air. As his need for release became greater his use of my mouth became more forceful. My mouth was his fuck toy and he was going to use it as he saw fit. I loved the feel of his hands tugging on my hair, his cock pumping in and out of my hungry mouth as saliva dripped off my chin and onto my apron. More and more he forced his throbbing shaft to the back of my throat, gagging me and causing me to gasp for air. Tears formed in my eyes and mixed with my mascara forming black rivulets on my cheeks. As he used me harder I was even more aroused, moaning around his cock between the gagging and gasping. "Does my little semen slut want a belly full of cum?" he queried. "Rub your pussy for me while I fuck your mouth, but be a good girl and do not cum." I followed his instructions and dipped my fingers into my soaked pussy and began rubbing my clit. An involuntary moan escaped my lips as my fingers began to work. This further excited him and he fucked my mouth with a wild abandon. I reveled in the feeling of being used for his pleasure and the pleasure from my fingers on my clit. Tears and mascara ran freely down my cheeks as I tried to hold back my own orgasm and fought for air between his thrusts in my mouth. Just when I didn't think I could hold back my orgasm any longer, he groaned, "Fuck, baby. I'm going to fill your tummy with my sperm. Cum for me, baby." A moan of "Fuck!" escaped his lips as thick ropes of his cum filled my mouth and throat. He held my head in place as he emptied his balls in me and I shook with my own orgasm. Like a good little cum whore I held as much cum in my mouth as possible as I sucked the last drops out of his cock. Then I opened my mouth to show him his load. He stroked my hair and said, "Good girl, you may swallow now." I swallowed and smiled, then opened wide again to show him that his tasty cum was safely deposited in my belly. He pulled me to my feet and licked my fingers that had been in my pussy, sucking off my juices. Then he kissed me, our tongues entwining and our tastes mixing. We kissed long and tenderly as we came down from the highs of our orgasms. I shyly told him, "Thank you for my dessert. I can't wait for you to fill me again." Then he lightly kissed me on the forehead and spun me back around to the sink with a smack on my ass. "Excellent job cleaning my cock, baby. Now get back to those dishes. I'm not done with you yet." I went back to the dishes and wiggled my ass at the sink. I smiled over my shoulder at him knowing he would be feeding me again very soon. Cleaning up Bob's Mess I am going to write about my first experience during the most sexual year of my life. I was out of control that year but really loved being dominated by men and lived with an older guy who had a girlfriend. It was summer and I was going to be a junior in college and most of my friends had already graduated so I desperately needed a roommate to split my apartment costs. A friend of my ex roommate also needed a place to stay so we agreed to rent a place together. Bob was not a student but worked in town as a manager at a local retail store and he was 28 years-old compared to me who was 20 at the time. Bob was about 6 foot 6, white, lanky, had blond, wavy hair that he wore kind of shaggy and was very fit because he had been a swimmer in high school and in college. His girlfriend, Brenda, who was absolutely gorgeous, lived about 4 hours away and a senior in college, so he didn't see her all that often. He talked to her on the phone every day and she would come down and stay with him every other weekend. They both were well aware of my sexual lifestyle and knew from my ex-roommate that I had lots of sex with men. It was the first week and as I was prepared to go to classes the following Monday, I learned there was a problem with my student loan and I would not be getting the money that I expected. I knew I would have no way of paying for rent even though I had signed a full year's lease. I spent an hour at the financial aid office and I knew that I was going to have to get a job while I attended school. That afternoon when I returned, Bob was walking around with a towel wrapped around his waist and I walked into the bathroom as he was brushing his teeth. I was ashamed as I told him the news. Bob seemed like he was in shock a little and proceeded to take a shower. Bob came out of the shower while I was sitting on the couch playing video games. He was on his phone with Brenda while he had a towel wrapped around his waist and his shaggy blonde hair was soaking wet. He looked good and I would be lying if I didn't say I thought about his cock while he stood there. Bob hung up the phone and then surprised me when he grabbing his package through his towel and said, "Damn, I am so horny. It has been over a month since I fucked Brenda because we missed our usual visit last time. We usually have phone sex or something but lately we've been so busy, I haven't done anything, including jacking off. I'm about to bust." I just laughed but felt a little strange because I really haven't gotten to know this guy very well and this was already a pretty personal conversation. I knew he was leading to something and I was very interested. We continued to make small talk about sex (I can't really remember exactly what we said) and the conversation turned to Bob asking me questions about my sexuality. I felt comfortable enough to tell him that I consider myself a bisexual (even though he already knew but wanted to hear me say it). At that time, I had given many blowjobs and had anal intercourse some but not often. Brenda had a great idea of how you can pay your half of the rent this school year," Bob said. "You have no money and I have enough to pay for the apartment myself. You said you are bisexual and my girlfriend lives far away. Why don't you stay here and take care of my sexual needs when I need it and you can live here all year." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was just like the shit you read in a magazine forum. I have to admit that it did sound exciting and I was intrigued. I did enjoy sucking dick and I knew I needed a place to live so it didn't take long for me to agree to "pay" him in other ways. He asked me if I jack off very often and I said, "Probably about 2 or 3 times a week." "What do you jack off to?" he asked. I replied, "Mostly internet porn but sometimes I just get the urge and use my imagination." Bob said, "That is hard for me to jerk off to my imagination. I usually need some type of visual. I have a couple of fetishes that really get me going and those really drive me crazy." "What are they?" I asked. "Well, the first one is I love to see girls deep throating a cock and the fetish that is my all time favorite is I love watching girls eat cum. Just to watch someone clean up spunk, swallow it and actually enjoy it really gets my cock stirring. Somehow it makes me feel dominant or something," answered Bob. "If you pull up my porn sites now, they are all centered on those two subjects. Bob then surprised me when he said, "Listen, I know it's a little quick but I was thinking you could really help me out if you got me off right now. Brenda said it would turn her on. During our adventures, I won't tell anyone and you can also get yourself off. I will not do anything to you but maybe all this will be something new that really gets your rocks off." "I was hoping maybe we could start out with you cleaning up my cum by eating it off of me after I jack off." Bob continued. "Brenda will swallow it after I cum in her mouth and lick it up a little but doesn't really like the cleanup like I hoped she would." I thought about it and I have to admit, it aroused me. This might work out pretty well, I thought so I asked, "How do you want to do this?" He lied down on this real solid coffee table and told me to come over to the end of it facing him. He removed the towel and I was taken back by the length of his dick. It wasn't overly thick, but it was very long and smooth with a large mushroom head. He also had huge, saggy balls which were equally as smooth. His dick was already starting to get very hard as he was talking and it stuck up against his defined abs, well past his belly button. His smooth hairless ass was hanging over the end of the table and he said, "Would you mind rimming me while I jack off? Brenda won't do that that either but I my previous girlfriend would do it and I loved it. Once I shoot my wad all over my chest and stomach, I want to see you clean it all off." I had sucked a lot of cock in my day but I had never rimmed a guy. I nervously walked over and kneeled down and scooted myself up to his freshly showered asshole. It was smooth, puckered and I leaned in and inhaled to make sure it was clean. It did smell good. I thought it either smelled like mint flavored soap. I really can't remember which one it was. Even though I had never licked a man's asshole, I was really getting turned on which was proved by my own hard on inside my pants. Bob brought his knees up a little bit more as I leaned in, used my thumbs to spread his cheeks and started to slowly lick around his anus. I took my time and concentrated on the inside of the cheeks first rather than the hole. I was licking and darting my tongue all around his smooth anus while the only sound I could hear was the smacking sound of Bob beating his own meat. I hoped I was doing him right and it was feeling good. I was now getting really horny and got brave enough to stick my tongue on his asshole. It was no different than eating out a girl so I really started getting into it. I was flicking and licking it pretty seriously. Bob was now moaning as he beat off. As time went along, Bob was starting to breathe harder as his hand was really pumping up and down on his long dong. I later found out it was at least 9 inches long and maybe a little longer. He starting talking dirty like I was his girlfriend which I found very erotic, "That's it baby, stay in there. That feels wonderful. Stay in there and keep tonguing that hole. Ooh that's it. You're gonna make me shoot quickly and you are going to have a huge mess to clean up. Remember, I haven't cum in a couple of weeks." Hearing Bob talk like I was his woman made me all the more aroused. Bob had his knees up by his chest as he lay on his back with me really licking his asshole. I tried a few techniques that I have used on pussy like swirling my tongue around the opening for a while, then darting my tongue in and out his hole in a way that I was actually penetrating him. He really liked that. "Hold on," Bob commanded. "I'm pretty dry. Why don't you come up here and suck on it a little bit and get it lubed up with your slobber." I stood up and he moved his hand out of the way. That was the first time I put Bob's beautiful cock in my mouth. He did have tons of precum oozing out but I really let my saliva run down the shaft as I sucked the head. I think I may have even spit on it but I'm not sure. "That's good enough," Bob said. "Get back in there and let's do this right." I knelt back down and went to work on Bob's butthole once again. I was no longer nervous and wanted to really give this guy a great rimjob. I obviously couldn't see him but I could feel and hear his hand start back up on that dick. It had more of a wet, sloppy slapping sound. This continued for about 10 minutes until the smacking sound was broken by Bob's voice. "That's it." he grunted. "I'm gettin close. Stay with it. Stay in there. Oh yea baby. I'm going to give you plenty of lunch today. You won't be hungry all evening after you slurp this shit up." The more vulgar Bob spoke, the nastier I felt. I was leaking precum in my pants with my hard on. While I was tongue fucking his asshole, my nose was right up against his taint with his saggy balls resting on the bridge of my nose. As he stroked himself, his balls were actually bouncing up and down on my nose. I sensed he was getting close, so I grabbed each thigh of his and pulled him closer to just see how far I could actually get my tongue up his ass. Just as I crammed my tongue deep in his asshole, he began to scream in orgasm. "Oh you mother fucker, stay in there just like that!" Bob screamed and grunted as he came. Since I had my tongue buried in his asshole, my nose was pressed very hard under his balls and against his taint. With each squirt, I could feel his muscles contract against my nose. Even though I could not see him cum, I could feel the power of each shot. After about 8 to 10 contractions, they stopped. I pulled my tongue out of his ass and stood up to see him laying on the table, his half hard dick still in his hand, him panting heavily like he had just ran 4 miles, and a mess on his neck, chest, and stomach like I had never seen before. Bob said that he had not come in a long while and after seeing this mess, I knew for a fact he wasn't lying. I had never seen so much cum. Even after watching countless porno movies, no porn star had ever shot that much goo! There was seriously so much that I had to do a double take just to make sure it was real. Bob was starting to calm down and doing his 'feel good' shivering when he said, "I will tell you that people say it tastes much better when you eat it warm so you need to get to it pretty soon. I will also tell you since this is a fetish of mine, Brenda makes me do all I can to make it taste better and that's why I eat so much fruit and pineapple. She read it on the internet." I did notice there were cans and cans of pineapple in the cabinet. In addition to the amount of his spunk all over him, what also really stood out to me was how thick it was. I was no stranger to eating cum and even thick cum but I swear it looked like someone had splattered a large container of tapioca pudding all over this man. He still had his hand on his now softening cock and there was a large glob of cum on his hand between his thumb and index finger. He raised his hand up to my mouth and I slurped it off in one big gulp and swallowed. Bob was right, his cum did taste good. It was sweet with a hint of saltiness. It reminded me of a salty sweet tart. I then grabbed his prick by the base, squeezed lightly, and ran my hand up to the head keeping my grip. This caused all the leftover cum that was still in the shaft to pop out the pee hole and coagulate right there on the head. I leaned in and placed my lips over it like I was giving it a kiss and sucked it right up. Now I had to decide how I was going to lick the rest of this mess up. I could smell the foul, musk of man goo that needed to get it cleaned while still warm. I decided to start with the spunk furthest away from the shaft and work my way to it. The furthest pile away from the shaft was on Bob's neck. You could tell this was the first blast to come out of him when I had my tongue buried deep in his asshole. Now because of the thick density of the cum, I really didn't need to put my lips against most of it, I just used my hands to pick it up with my thumb and first two fingers and eat it like oysters. Bob lifted up his chin so I could get all of it off his neck. It was warm, creamy, and tasted surprisingly good. Bob said, "That's it baby. Eat that shit up. I told ya that it would taste good. I don't want any of it left on me. I want it so clean that I will not need a towel when you're finished. I want to be able to get straight up and put on my clothes." As I am eating this clumpy, warm spunk with my fingers, Bob's dick began to harden again because he was so turned on by this sight. Some of his cum was so clumpy; it didn't slide down my throat very easily. After about 5 minutes of eating this man's delicious cum, the only part left was the liquid residue. I then placed my lips on his stomach and started slurping it up like his own personal shop vac. He had some cum built up around his pubic hairs and I just moved around cleaning up ever last drop. The final bit of spunk was trapped under his now hard cock and his belly button. I carefully lifted it and cleaned out his belly button before finishing up on his shaft. Bob was now all clean and was supporting a very hard cock from watching the clean up. I had to go to the bookstore or I would probably have given him a blow job to extract some more of that delicious, warm, thick cum. I grabbed a coke out of the fridge to wash the remaining cum down my gullet and he told me how great it felt as I headed out the door. I knew if all the sexual days were as exciting as that, it was going to be a great year.