4 comments/ 78182 views/ 7 favorites Doing the Dishes By: evilernie “I hope, after this is over, Claire appreciates what we have done for her.” I told my wife. My wife’s name is Miriam (Mimi). We worked in the same company. It is a huge conglomerate. So we rarely see each other at work. And Claire is one of my wife’s five best friends. They hang out more than we do. They all work in the same area in the company. Although I do enjoy going out with my wife, having other people means that I don’t have to tag along on shopping trips. My wife is a very good cook. Today, we are preparing a banquet for Claire’s 30th Birthday. I recommended to just hire a catering service and everybody just chip in. The original plan is to have it at Angela’s (another one of the five) place. In the last minute, their septic tank decided to leak. The second option is our place. So here we are - a couple of hours before the first guest arrives and we are still waiting for a few dishes left that are now baking in the oven. The plan is to cook the dishes, put them into containers and drive to Angela’s. The cleaning will be done after we come back from the party. Due to the change in venue, I am now in trouble. I have to clean up and wash the dishes. I have to set up the tables in the back yard. I have yet to mow the lawn. Luckily, I managed to convince Bob to come a little bit earlier to help me out. I am just starting to put the dishes into the tub. When the doorbell rang, it’s probably Bob. Punctual, as always. Bob is a nice and cheerful guy that worked at the same area as my wife. I have gone out in the fairway with him on a few occasions. He plays a decent game of golf. Mimi got the door and it is Bob with the new wife – Brenda. I hastily tidied up my hands and came out to greet them. Bob is dressed down and ready to do my yard work. He handed me his suit which I immediately hang in the closet. Brenda, on the other hand, is already dressed for the occasion. Brenda is a looker. However, on my opinion, she is dressed too conservatively. Her hair is tucked behind her back, simple makeup and long sleeved blouse. Come on. This is a party. It won’t kill her to show a little bit of skin. Although, this is the first time I saw Brenda. There is something very familiar with her. I offered them something to drink, but they just requested for water. So I went back to the kitchen to fetch them two glasses of water while my wife socialized with them. I am still trying to recall where I saw Brenda. I almost drop the glasses of water when it finally hit me. “Holy shit!” I exclaimed. She is Lilith – Queen of the Damned. I am 99 percent sure she is the stripper that my buddy hired for a birthday party I attended almost a year ago. The erotic images of that evening are now crystal clear in my head. The worst part is that I am starting to get an erection. I put down the glasses on the countertop, took deep breaths to clam down. I wiped the sweat running down my forehead and finally able to compose myself. I am sure the Bob will suffer from severe trauma if I tell him what I know. Therefore, I have to be 100% sure before I confront Bob. I head back to the den and handed them their water. Of course, I acted as if I don’t know anything. But, I spend the rest of the conversation staring at Brenda. The chit chat has to end. We have our chores to do. I showed Bob to the garage to bring out the riding lawnmower, while achingly holding back my big mouth. I will be devastating if I got this wrong. So prudence might be the responsible priority – for now. We fired it up and he started fulfill his offer. I headed back to the house but before running into my wife rolling out of the driveway. She has to make a quick trip to the bakery to pick up the cake. I am about to question why not let the other girls get the cake, but I decided not to. It is typical of Mimi to take charge and take responsibility for everything. I gave her a peck on the cheek and headed into the house. It will be very awkward being with Lilith – I mean Brenda – alone in the house. Would I be able to hold my tongue and not say anything? I don’t think I have to worry about that because as soon as I am in the house Brenda is waiting for me. “You are actually doing him a favor by letting him mow the lawn for you. He is like a kid. He always wanted a riding one but we don’t have much of a lawn to need one. Listen, Dave. I want to come clean. By the way you are staring at me earlier, you recognized me from somewhere. I am not sure if you will remember. But I am sure that you will find out sooner or later.” She stood up will those pleading eyes and confessed her past to me. “I love my husband very much. He pulled me out of the lascivious pit that I dug myself into. I don’t want to hurt him.” She begged me not to tell Bob. She hugged me tight. After a few seconds, I felt a familiar stirring between my legs. So I immediately untangle myself and proceeded to the kitchen and put the apron back on. I don’t know what to do. Should I ruin their marriage because of something that happened in her past? They seem to be happy together. Why should I involve myself in the first place? “Dave?” I heard Brenda called out my name for behind the entrance to the kitchen. I don’t feel like hearing her plead her case again. So I told her that I would not say anything to Bob or anyone else. She seemed to be delighted by my decision. She offered to help. I nicely declined. She might ruin her outfit. Plus, Mimi will be home soon. We have plenty of time to clean up. I seemed like I spoke too soon. Mimi called from the bakery. The cake will not be ready for, at least, 15 more minutes. She said she is going to wait for it. She instructed me to turn off the oven and that she will be home soon. I told Brenda the bad news and asked if her offer to help still stands. She agreed so I picked up a freshly washed T-shirt and shorts from the dryer and led her to the bathroom to change. She seems to wear the same size as Mimi so I am sure she will fit into those. She came out of the bathroom, put on an apron and started to dry the dishes I left at the countertop. We started chatting. As the conversation progress, we eventually ended up at the incident we first met. Part 2 – Getting re-acquainted with Lilith Brenda started to narrate how she came into this profession. “I didn’t do it for the money. Although, money is a great motivator, I really enjoy sex. I craved for the raunchiest and most defiled act that I can think of. Being Lilith is my favorite. I usually do it for stag parties. The groom is usually my first victim. I don’t pop out of a cake as you would expect me to.” “I would hide in the bedroom. As the evening progress, the guys will come up with an idea so that the groom will have to go to the bedroom alone. The light switch is fixed so that it will not turn on. Once he is completely inside. I will shut the door and let him sweat for a few seconds. The light bulbs are replaced ones that will glow red. As I turn on the lights, he would be facing the door and I will be there is all my devilish glory. I will be wearing a knee-high, spike-heeled boots, elbow-length latex gloves, skimpy leather bra and panties with chrome skulls covering my nipples and crotch and a studded collar around my neck. To complete the ensemble, I will be wearing my horns, fangs and tail.” “The guys will get a cue. They will turn off the lights in the other room, start the music and open the door so they can observe my dance of seduction. By this time, I will have the groom sitting on the edge of the bed as I moved closer to him.” Her story is interrupted when I accidentally drop a metal pan on the sink and made a loud bang. Brenda’s story is making me hot. I can picture her in the outfit that she described. I dare not turn around and let her see my erection. I cleared my throat and requested her to change the topic. “You know, Dave. Although, I said I love my husband. He doesn’t satisfy me in bed. I guess reforming from being a nympho is more difficult than I thought. I have to masturbate often just to keep sane. However, since now that I have found somebody that shares my secret. I guess that somebody would soothe my itchy cunt from time to time.” I turned around to tell her that I will not be part of her world of debauchery but nothing came out of my mouth. She doesn’t have anything on except for her red lacy bra and panties. She let her hair down. Her curly hair is now spread across her smooth shoulders. She managed to do this while telling her story. She is applying a fresh coat of bright red lipstick in contrast to the neutral one she had before. “I am done with the dishes. Maybe I can help you with something else.” She is obviously referring to the tent forming inside my sweat pants. I objected to what she planned to do. She just ignored those cries as she yanks my pant down to my ankles. She knows that I won’t be able to resist her. I didn’t put much of a fight when I became Lilith’s “Virgin Sacrifice” [that will be explained later]. She squeezed a huge dollop of lotion from the sink and massages it into my very hard cock. She instructed me to look out the window and pretend that I am doing something, so that her husband won’t notice what we were doing. That realization that we might get caught woke me a bit. But that ray of self control dissipates immediately as she started to stroke the length of my penis. “You like my little tale. Don’t you. Well, let’s continue! Where are we? Ah!” “As my fans gets the first sight of my ass swaying to the beat music, the hooting and yelling died down eventually. Everybody is frozen like statues. They are not even sipping the beers they are holding in their hands. The only active soul in the joint is me, the music and my tail. I am touching and caressing every part of my body. Like a cobra in a flute sire. The undulation of my hips and the jutting of my breast are in rhythm with every beat of the music - hypnotizing everybody in the room.” I noticed that she has already put two fingers into her pussy while her thumb is massaging her clit. “The groom is now shamelessly ogling my body – beads of sweat on his forehead, mouth open, jaw dropped and drool dripping down his lower lip. I moved closer to him. My hand is on my breast – kneeding and twisting. As I finally sat astride him, I held his face, look him in the eye and gave him a wide grin. I moved up a little bit and press his face into my cleavage. I let him feel the supple skin of my cheek and let him lick the sweat from my skin. While doing this, I will press my ass and my covered pussy onto his crotch – grinding and humping.” “His penis is painfully pressing against his pants by now. I will start undressing. After removing my bra, I wrapped it behind his head to pull him into my waiting breasts. I pressed one nipple into his mouth. He had no choice but to suck on it. My nipples are very sensitive. His continued sucking will make me very wet. The aroma of my leaking pussy will cover the room with the smell of sex and perfume I applied to it. It’s intoxicating.” “It’s time to release the monster that is begging to get out. I undo his pant and underwear - letting his iron-hard cock jut up into the air for all his friends to see. Even the most timid ones are so immersed by the experience they don’t even notice or (maybe) don’t even care if there are a lot of people watching the show. I would then…” I interrupted her from her narration. “Shit! He is coming into the house. Please we should… Oh god… I’m going to...” I wailed as my orgasm is fast rising. I saw Bob disappeared from the window already at the front door, but I am still humping against Brenda’s enclosed fist hoping for the final stroke that will bring me over the edge. Fortunately for me, Brenda heard my warning and stopped immediately. “Oh my god, Dave. You almost lost it. I actually felt your balls clenched. Shit! Let me put you pants back on.” She offered. Too late! Bob is almost in the kitchen. I signaled Brenda to stay low and leave my pants be. Fortunately the center island of the kitchen is large enough to hide Brenda and my protruding cock from view. “Hey man, your lawn is really huge. It will take me a little while longer. You really owe me one, pal.” He exclaimed. I just nodded and grinned. “But for now, I think a cold glass of lemonade will do.” I told him to help himself to anything in the refrigerator. He noticed that I wiped the sweat from my forehead. So, he offered if I would like one, as well. I kindly refused. After finishing his drink, we went back out to continue with his chore. I am about to tell Brenda that what we were doing is very dangerous and we should discontinue this. But I was caught off-guarded. Brenda stuck out her tongue to lick off the leaking pre-cum from the head of my penis. The cock is still as stiff as it was. Brenda proceeded to stroke it again bringing back the familiar tingling as she continued her story. “I am told beforehand that I should not have sex with the groom. After I got his meat out of his pants, I stood back. I ordered him to stroke himself for her queen. He will masturbate until he fulfills his “offering” to his goddess. I stepped back and danced for him. I am so horny that I masturbated with him. Even while having my mini-orgasms, I managed to stay is beat with the music. To my audience, they would think that this is part of my routine. He didn’t take long to spurt his semen all over the carpet. One, two, three… he flings five ropes of sticky cum across the room. His knees gave way after the last salvo. He collapsed on the bed unconscious.” “It is now time to continue the entertainment and everybody to join in the action. Everyone in the room is sporting their manhood. I grabbed a couple of them as they parted a way for me to walk out of the bedroom. The crowd followed me to the den. I pushed away all the items on top of the coffee table and lied spread-eagled on top of it. I asked everybody to gather around and strip off their clothes. Almost everybody complied. I ordered them to pay homage to their Queen. I grabbed two cocks - I put one into my aching pussy and one in my mouth. I took a couple more - one for each hand. The rest have to fend for themselves. After the stimulation from my erotic dance, the guys didn’t take long to cum. They sprayed thick semen all over my face and body. Each one took their turn in slamming their cock into my pussy, letting me suckle their manhood to orgasm and letting me milk the semen out of their balls using my fingers. The event lasted for a while. But when it is all done, bodies are lying on the floor exhausted. And yet, I am ready for more.” “I don’t usually remember my clients, but you are special. You are my Virgin Sacrifice for the evening. I don’t pick the person that would be part of my encore performance. But I am glad that they picked you. They grabbed your arms and legs. You are one of the people that didn’t participate in the orgy. You struggled, claiming fidelity to your wife. With the sexually charged atmosphere we had that night, your pleas could never be hear. I walked over to you, strutting my hips and licking my lips. You calmed down immediately. You even closed you eyes as I glide the back of my hand on your right cheek.” She stopped her manipulation of my penis and stood. “Dave, I need a cock in me now. Let us move to the sofa. I am going ride until you spill every drop of cum in your body.” My brain is not processing anything anymore. My cock has taken control. She hangs on to my cock and led me to the den. She pushed me down to the couch and sat astride me. With one quick motion, she inserted my cock into her heavenly pussy. Her warm wet cavern enveloped by penis like a glove. She started gyrating and pumping on top of me. She continued her story but I remember each and every detail vividly. I tried to get myself loose from these guys. But I am in no position to fight them. They dragged me to coffee table and held me down. My softening penis is now in plain sight as they removed every fiber of clothing from my body. Lilith moved sensuously. She dragged her fingernail slowly starting from my thigh, across the vein of my cock, flicked my sensitive nipples and finally rested on my neck. She scratched my neck and made a small symbol. A tag that signifies that I am now owned by the Queen of the Damned. She enclosed her lips on top of mine and thrust her tongue in. I willingly obliged. I returned every probe, every bite and every suck. Her hand is on a mission as well. Her expert manipulation brought my dying penis back to full attention. It is so engorged that it pains a little. It seems like my blood is going to burst through the thin epidermis. She moved up onto the coffee table. She is crouch on top of me, holding my member and directing to towards her cunt. She slowly lowers herself on my twitching penis. Since she is already well-lubricated, I slid right in. However, I still gasped at the warmth and softness of the membrane that envelope and glide from the tip of the head to the base of the shaft. She didn’t pull up but she gyrated and rolls around my crotch. At the same time, her inner muscles contracted in rhythm with music. It feels like my cock is being milked. The contraction will start at the base and quickly move to the tip. She might have sensed that I about to blow my load. She immediately halted her sweet torture but kept my organ snuggly inside her. She probed my mouth with her tongue. I eagerly returned the favor. We were sucking each other’s face like possessed individuals. She disengaged leaving a saliva trail down to my mouth. We were breathing hard. “We are going to come together, my pet. I am feeling the sensation is my pussy. Get ready to shoot your load into my ravenous womb.” She whispered the words in my ear. She put one hand on my chest and one hand rubbing her clit. She is really riding me now. The pace she was fucking me is amazing. I lost track of time and space. I seems like nothing else existed other than the sensation between my legs. I tried to hold off the inevitable. She started cumming. Her cunt is convulsing around me. This sends me over the top, as well. The dam broke. Torrents of pent up fluids gushed through my uretha. My semen ejaculated continuously. Spurt after spurt. It seems like my body spill out gallons of cum straight into her womb. Part 3 – Wifey comes home I am about to do the same back in reality. However, I heard my wife pulled in the driveway. My heart is thumping. What I am going to do? How am I going to get away with this? I am amazed on how quick Brenda is. She has pick up her clothes from the floor and already closed the door to the bathroom. As for me, I still have my pants down to my ankles and my cock is still hard and covered with Brenda’s juices. I am about to pull up my pants but she is already inside the house. Fortunately, she went in the back door. “Honey, where are you? I am leaving the cake at the counter top. I am doing to take a quick shower. Please put it in the icebox when you get the time.” I heard her yell. I also hear her go up the stairs. After my heart beat slowed down a little bit, I pulled up my pants even though my cock is still erect. I went back to the kitchen to continue my chore. I finished the rest of the pans and spatulas. I can feel the wetness in my pants as my excitement died down. I have just taken off my apron, when somebody grabbed my penis from behind. Brenda is back to her conservative outfit. However, her slutty ways are not repressed by her attire. Her hand is groping and kneeding my organ, bringing it back to full attention. “Thanks, hon. I really needed that. I hope we can do that again sometime. Fortunately, you didn’t orgasm. You blacked out last time at the party. Everyone thought you had a heart attack.” Doing the Dishes "And yet, girls sometimes form a habit of handling their sexual organs because they find a certain pleasure in so doing. Maybe they have never known that it is wrong, but usually they are ashamed of it, and as they go alone to practice this habit, it is called the habit of solitary vice... it causes a great many backaches and sideaches and other aches, tenderness of the spine, nervousness, indolence, pale cheeks, hollow eyes and a languid manner... we can almost always tell when a girl begins this habit of solitary vice, or self-abuse, as it is sometimes called, for she will suddenly decline in health and change in disposition. Instead of being happy, obliging, gentle and kind, she will very soon become peevish, irritable, morose and disobedient... She may become bold in her manner instead of being modest, as a girl should be." from _What a Young Girl Ought to Know_ Published in 1897, by Mrs. Mary Wood-Allen, MD * Mrs. Wood-Allen, MD goes on to recommend righteous and diligent activities to avert the mind from evil thoughts and preoccupation with unwholesome ideas: "A little housework is a very good occupation, and girls can learn to do these homely duties with pleasure... Dishwashing is especially beneficial, as the hot water calls the blood to the hands and so helps to relieve the headache or backache." Oh, Mrs. Wood-Allen, MD, there are some things you should know... Washing the dishes is a little space away from other people. No one really wants to help; everyone is glad you're doing them so they leave you alone. You can have a tantrum, make a decision, cry into the dishwater and splash so no one notices. And you can have your own thoughts, all to yourself. Within the quiet of a mindless task you can let yourself drift away on ideas as you stare out the kitchen window, as you plunge your hands into the warm water... Haven't you noticed, Mrs. Wood-Allen MD, how Mr. Wood-Allen MD can't seem to leave you alone when your wholesome and upright body is bending over the sink, and your hair is disordered from the steam? Have you pushed him away, laughingly or sternly, when he comes up behind you and embraces you there, while your arms are trapped in the soapy water? Or does he watch the maid instead, as unselfconsciously she loosens her apron, unbuttons her collar, bends over the sink so that her sweet, rounded buttocks are perfectly posed... It's no surprise, this attraction we all seem to have to a woman doing dishes. She is a woman intent, a woman thinking her own thoughts, a woman unconscious of being watched. Her round hips sway and shift rhythmically; she brushes tendrils of hair from her moist forehead. Like a woman aroused, she is slightly breathless, her skin flushed, warm and glowing with faint sweat. Perhaps her mouth is slightly open, her eyes relaxed, half-closed. She bites her lip, distracted. The muscles of her shoulders and arms shift beneath her blouse; perhaps it slips a bit off one shoulder and the curve of her warm neck is exposed. Haven't we all noticed that there is something about a woman, bare arms deep in warm water and foam, her face raw, flushed and intent, that draws us forward, makes us want to embrace from behind, lift a skirt, reach around to cup a round breast... How we hope a button has come undone, random chance or distraction has opened the neck of the blouse so that the gentle and mysterious curve of cleavage is visible, with its rosy glow, its faint sheen of perspiration... No, it's no accident. She may think many things there in her private space at the sink, but at some point her mind will drift toward sex, toward the forbidden. Her face is turned away from the room; no one can hear her thoughts or see how her lips part a little further, how perhaps she smiles a little, perhaps she shifts from one leg to the other, arches her back, licks her lips... And how to keep from thinking about it, with the task one does there. Your arms plunge into the water and warmth soaks through your torso. Your muscles begin to relax, and your mind calms, becomes quiet. You notice your body - first the aches, the leftover pains of the day, but then other sensations too - the warmth from the water, the steam filling your breath, the feel of silky bubbles on your forearms. The sight of your own bare skin, reddened from heat, reminds you... Damp skin, rosy from exertion, bodies sliding together like your hands and arms do now, slick from the water. Warmth creeps to your torso, your thighs. You notice that you are shifting from foot to foot, letting your hips rock back and forth, swaying gently as dishes move through your hands. Your thighs are smooth and warm against one another. They shift and slide as you move, becoming moist, the steam rising from you now like it rises from the sink. And what are you doing, after all? In a slow rhythm you are plunging your hands down into warmth, down into water. Everything is slippery - your hand finds a smooth surface, the roundness of a cup, slippery with foam. How easily it could be the curve of a breast, the round edge of a hip sliding under your hands. All this work with the hands - you run your palm over the slick surfaces, grip curves with slippery fingers. Perhaps you splash water as you wash, and the counter is wet in front of you. You feel a heaviness, warm soapy water at your hips, soaking in at your crotch as you lean against the counter, the mound of your pubic bone pressed forward, rocking. Steam rolls up over your breasts, over your face, water drips across your belly and down to your thighs. Moisture disguises moisture, and you can blame it on the leaky sink or the sloshed cup. Women make love with their hands. We remember the last time we were drawn down into our own bodies, how like that this is, plunging a bare wet finger or two into the mouth of a narrow jar, feeling the inner curve of a smooth wet glass. I plunge my slippery hand, my cloth into a cup, move it round, pull it out. I make things foamy, make them slicker and wetter. The wet glass must be gripped tightly but gently, to keep hold against the force of the water running down, filling it up. Perhaps I rinse the small curve of a spoon or the rounded end of a knife, and think of my hands exploring other curves, other ovals, of the feeling of a stream of water moving over me, opening me up. The gentle water pours into the crescent, splashing up onto thighs - onto the sides of the smooth white sink. It's a luxury, really, this time of private fantasy, this erotic island of steam in the middle of the day, with everyone right in the next room. Secrecy makes it that much sweeter, that much more dangerous - people all around, unaware that every dish I smooth my hand across is the sweaty back of a lover, the moist curve of a thigh foamy with semen or the nectar of a pussy made slick with friction. Every smooth handle of a knife is the rounded tip of my own rosebud... I rub my fingers across each one, foamy and slick, making sure they're clean. I grip the solid curves of tall glasses, slide my hand up and down, feeling their hardness, solid and slick under my hand. I stroke the thick handles of ladles and spatulas, up to my elbows in heat and foam. Every dish is the memory of a lover, of some moment of sensation. The plunge of the wet hand into the depths of a cup, the smooth rhythmic strokes along the edge of a dish, everything conspires to remind me of lovers' bodies hot and wet against one another, of the foam and slickness of that last rage before orgasm when there is no friction, just a slippery wave of juice and salt tide, rolling like soap bubbles, sliding skin against skin, smooth as glass and yielding as the warm, wet cloth... Throbbing, weak-kneed, my hips and vulva beating like a heart, I can stroll casually into the crowded living room, wiping my hands on a soft towel, drying my sweaty forehead. They think I have been doing the dishes. They thank me for performing what they believe was work. I lick my lips and smile. I say, "My pleasure." Perhaps, Mrs. Mary Wood-Allen, you are right after all. Perhaps washing the dishes is indeed the answer to these sins of self-indulgence, the constant temptation toward the flesh. It's what every young girl ought to know. Doing the Dishes It had been about four months since Elizabeth and I started our illicit relationship. She was my ex-girlfriend's mom and I was living at her house after I graduated from college. We were the only ones living there, although her other grown children occasionally came to visit. She had given me signals that she wanted a sexual relationship and I picked up on them and responded to them. Now we mated regularly- around four times per week. Since she was 59 and I was 23 she was post-menopausal, which meant that our trysts had gone on uninterrupted for this whole time. We almost always had sex in her bed. When it was an "on" night, I would be in my room which was across the hall from hers. I would time it so I was ready to spring into action when the time was right. I would hear her go into her room and shut the door- although on "on" nights she would leave it open a crack, which was a confirmation that she would be expecting me! I would leave my room and slip into hers. She would have the lights off, but she had a fish tank on a table in her room that had a dim light in it, kind of like a night light. There was just enough light to find my way to her bed. I would crawl in bed with her and she would take me in her arms. her breath smelled so sweet and her perfume was like a bouquet of flowers. She wore a loose-fitting nightgown that I would immediately slip over her head (I don't know why she had in on to begin with, but it was fun to take off!). She had really large nipples on her medium-sized breasts, and I loved sucking on them. They were so big and hard, yet her breasts were soft too. I was a young man then and I was learning that there are a lot of contrasts involved in sex. She liked to have me on top of her, and I liked being on top of her. She was old-fashioned and said it made her feel like a real woman when I was on top of her. She spread her legs and I slid my concrete-like penis into her dripping wet vagina. She moaned and called my name. I pumped and pumped until I could sense her body stiffen beneath me. She held her breath momentarily and then I could feel her pussy start to throb. Again and again she called out my name as she writhed in ecstasy. Her orgasms were big and full, and she got every much as I did from our relationship. A few seconds later, I too tensed up momentarily and ejaculated load after load of semen into her vagina. I shot what felt like several ounces of the white milky goo up into her. Given that sperm live in the female body for at least three to five days after being deposited into a woman, Elizabeth pretty much always had my sperm swimming around in her. I used to love thinking about that when my ex-girlfriend would visit. We would be at the dinner table and I would think that she used to walk around with my sperm in her and now her mom walks around with my sperm in her. Too bad they didn't overlap! That would have been sexy! On one occasion when her daughter had come over for dinner, I had this sexy thought in my head. Elizabeth was cleaning up after dinner and her daughter had to run back up to her college several miles away. I had been in the living room watching TV when I heard Elizabeth doing the dishes. I thought I should go and help her so I walked back into the kitchen. She was standing at the sink with her back to me. I saw her beautiful round bottom staring at me. I stopped in my tracks and just stared back for about a minute. I had to fuck her. Right then, right there. I walked up behind her and started to caress her shoulders. I told her that I had come to help her by drying the dishes, but now I said that might have to wait. She responded by turning her head a little and smiling at me. I moved my hands down over her back and to her beautiful firm butt. I caressed it gently and then with more strength. Then I reached around and cupped her tits in my hands. It was great! She shut the water off at this point and grabbed on to the edge of the sink- where it meets the countertop. I moved my hands down from her breasts to her pants. I unsnapped her black pants and slid my hand down to feel her lovely soft pubic hair. At this point I was getting so very hard and horny... I put my hands on her hips and pulled her back a step. While still holding on to the counter, this caused her ass to stick out towards me more. I then pulled her pants down to her knees and quickly pulled my pants down too. Then I inserted my hard cock into her steamy pussy. Oh, the feeling! It felt so good to be inside of her! I thrust in and out of her vagina like a great piston on a steam-engine. In only two or three minutes I exploded. I pumped another load of sperm deep inside Elizabeth's pussy. Of course all of this happened in the heat of passion and I had not put any thought into what we would do when we were done fucking! So I simply withdrew my spent penis and pulled up my pants. Then I reached down and pulled hers up too. I buttoned them up, kissed her on the back of the neck, and asked her if she wanted me to finish the dishes. She turned the water back on and told me to get a towel out of the drawer. "I'll wash, you dry" she said. Doing the Dishes Deanna stood at the sink and sighed. Washing dishes was so tedious, you'd think she'd be able to let her mind wander to more interesting subjects, but today she just couldn't. All she could think about was the stack still waiting to the left of the sink. Dishes were nearly her least favorite chore under the best of circumstances, but with the dishwasher broken it was just that much less pleasant. She sighed again, so preoccupied that she barely noticed Ben's presence behind her. Her brain hardly registered the flash of red as it swept in front of her face. The gag was her favorite -- soft but large, covered in shiny PVC. As she opened her mouth to gasp, Ben expertly filled her mouth with it. The scrub brush dropped into the sink with a splash. He used the straps to tilt her head back so she could see the wicked gleam in his eyes. Her pussy responded instantly, clenching and releasing a flood of moisture. Deanna reflexively grasped at the straps of the gag, knowing it was futile but also knowing it was exactly what he wanted. She struggled, but despite her weight advantage he was still much stronger than she was. He pulled her back against his chest, grabbing handfuls of hair to help his grip and pulling her deeper into the house. He half-walked, half-dragged her to the bedroom and flung her face-first onto the bed. In the moment before he blindfolded her, she cataloged the array of toys laid out in front of her. There was her favorite dildo -- large, thick, polished steel -- and from the glaze on its surface she could tell he had chilled it first. And was that...her butt plug? She didn't even know he knew she had it -- it had never really been his thing. A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine and her cunt responded even more enthusiastically. Once she was blindfolded and gagged, he rolled her over onto her back. She struggled against him as he began to bind her hands and feet with rope. He easily subdued her and she found herself tightly spread-eagled on the bed. She pulled against the restraints but he was a master of knots and there was no escape. Luckily for her she didn't really want to. She sensed him looming over her. She felt his breath hot on her ear, but he didn't touch her yet. He simply breathed for several long moments, perhaps scenting her, perhaps simply tormenting her. She was mad with lust and entirely at his mercy. She whimpered, but he merely chuckled. "Anxious, are you?" His voice, silky smooth and calm as ever, infuriated her. He sounded completely unaffected, although she knew better. He reveled in his superior control. She loved nothing more than when it snapped. She knew it would, and soon, but first he would torture her. She heard the click of a cap, and figured he was lubing something. God, she hoped it was the plug. She loved the feeling of fullness that came from having it buried in her ass while she was getting fucked. She soon found out -- something cool and smooth probed at her backside. "Do you like that? I was surprised when I found it in your toy box. You never mentioned you liked anal." He teased her with it, using it to spread the lube all around her tight hole. She squirmed and thrashed, barely able to contain her arousal. Suddenly, with one smooth, hard thrust, he rammed it home. She groaned in pleasure, and not a little pain. The bed creaked as he leaned back, presumably to survey his work. "God, that's sexy. I never would have imagined. I wonder if I'll be able to feel it when I'm pounding you." She wriggled in her bonds but they held as tightly as ever. She felt him move off the bed and wondered what she was in for next. She was surprised to feel him untying her feet. Leaving her hands bound, he ordered her to roll over. He nudged her until she got up on her knees, ass in the air. He was silent for a bit -- she couldn't hear anything but the ambient sounds of the house and his heavy breathing. Finally she heard him getting something else out of the box. She didn't have to wait long to find out what. Whack! Her cheek stung from what she assumed was their shiny leather paddle. She'd never been spanked while her ass was full, and nearly came right then from the sensations. She held back, though, wanting to prolong the ecstasy as long as possible. Whack! He made her other cheek match the first. She quickly lost count as he rained blows on her sensitive backside. He finally stopped after what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a couple of minutes. Her ass throbbed in pain, but somehow she'd managed to keep her orgasm in check. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out, though. Her entire body was trembling. He had her roll back over onto her back. Even the soft cotton sheets stung her tender butt. He secured her feet again, and she found herself too tense to put up even a token resistance. She figured the slightest touch would send her over the edge, and she was right. Before she could even register that he'd moved, she felt the dildo slam into her pussy. Unable to contain her pleasure any longer, she came instantly. He continued to pound her mercilessly until she thought she would burst from the sensation. She quickly felt another orgasm building. He must have sensed it, because he slowed his thrusts. He filled her with it until she felt it hit her cervix, and then he swirled it in small circles, driving her wild. He alternated this with shallow thrusts, until she barely knew which way was up. Finally he withdrew it entirely, and she mourned its loss until she felt him climb on top of her. He filled her pussy with his cock, inch by excruciating inch, until she felt his balls resting against her tender ass. He paused for a moment so they could both enjoy the feeling of being joined so intimately. And then he began to fuck her. Slowly at first, then building momentum until she wondered how the bed wasn't crashing through the floor. He talked dirty to her, telling her what a whore she was, how filthy she was for liking both her holes stuffed at the same time. "I'll bet you'd like to be sucking a cock right now too, wouldn't you, you slut? Would you like that? If I brought home a friend or two and made you fuck them too? Would you take three men at once? I'll bet you would, and you'd like it and you'd beg for more." She admitted to herself that he was right, that a gangbang with her as the centerpiece had always been her biggest fantasy. She wondered if he was serious, if he'd actually make good on his threats. The thought made her come, and her spasms sent him over the edge as well. She felt his cock pulse as he shot his load deep inside her. Later, after they were wrapped around each other and nearly asleep, she would have sworn she heard him say, "Someday soon." Doing the Dishes I was finishing up the dishes, looking out the window. I lived on the second floor of a two story apartment building in Bismarck, North Dakota. I was here doing some consulting work for the oil boom and not enjoying it very much. My girlfriend Amy was at home, a couple of states away and visited as much as she could, but it wasn't very frequently. As you could imagine, my right hand was getting a lot of affection. Amy was driving in tonight and I was cleaning the place up. It had started to get dark, it took forever for dusk to turn to night in the summer in the high latitudes and I hadn't turned on any lights yet. My apartment faced a small courtyard, so I saw a tree and the balcony that provided access to everyone's front door. A window on the first floor, across the courtyard lit up and I glanced in. It was Connie's place. She was a school teacher I had chatted with a couple of times. She'd been pretty reserved at first but it turned out we had relatives in the same small town in Ohio and then she'd met Amy a couple of months ago and had been friendlier, probably relieved I wasn't going to be letching on her. She was washing dishes as well, and with both our windows open, I could just barely hear the water running. She told me that she taught at one the rez schools but lived here in town. She was definitely the exception to the rule about North Dakota women. She was nicely curvy with generous breasts and a great round ass that I'd seen in tight jeans a few times. She had long, straight dark hair that she kept pulled back, and eyes that were almost black. Her skin was a warm brown and flawless. If I hadn't been with Amy, I would have been chasing after her in a big way. She was at her sink, rinsing some dishes. Her hair fell over her shoulder and I saw that she was wearing a robe. I hadn't ever seen her except in work clothes and this was a very different side of her. I was a little nervous, seeing her in a private moment like this, but I hadn't turned any lights on in my place, so there was no way she could see me. She turned to the table to get something and I saw the belt on her robe fall open. She turned back to the sink as she pulled her robe closed, relying on the edge of the counter to hold it shut, rather than bothering to retie it. This was getting interesting, and I felt my cock stir a little. I finished what I was doing and leaned against the counter to watch her. She must have had a bowl or spoon in the sink because there was a sudden gush of water upward, soaking her. I heard her swear and slap the faucet off. I'd done the same thing more than once and I almost laughed out loud. She looked out the window to see if anyone was around but there was only one other occupied apartment that faced this way and he was usually gone. The top half of her robe was soaked and she turned back to the table, pulling it off her shoulders and tossing it onto a chair. I was glued to the window as she turned back to the sink in just a pair of black bikini panties. Her breasts were large with brown areola and large nipples. Her waist was slender and her wide hips gave her a perfect hourglass figure. Seeing that no one else seemed to be home, she bent over the sink again and her breasts swayed and bounced as she finished whatever it was she was doing. My cell phone beeped, the screen lighting up as Amy texted me, letting me know she was getting close. It must have caught Connie's eye, when I looked back down she was looking up at me and I'd swear that our eyes met. My first thought was to duck behind the counter but something held me there. She stared at me for a few seconds and then very deliberately she started rinsing dishes again. She looked up at my window every few seconds while I stood and watched her. I was breathing kind of hard and my cock was hardening at the idea that she knew I was watching. I was curious how far she'd go, so I reached over and turned the light over the stove on. It illuminated the apartment dimly, letting her see me there. She glanced up and then looked down again, smiling. I rubbed my cock through my shorts as she turned off the water and dried her hands. She pulled a chair from the table and turned it to face me. She walked into the back of the apartment and came back with a bottle of lotion in her hand. She sat down on the chair and poured lotion in her hands and began rubbing it into her arms and neck. I pulled off my shirt and she smiled up at me as she poured more lotion on her stomach and began to rub it in, her hands moving over her lower stomach and up her sides and over her breasts. She looked down at them as she massaged the lotion in. It looked like her nipples were hard and she stroked them with her fingertips, pulling them out slightly. She let her head fall back slightly, her eyes closed as she played with her nipples. I walked into the living room as I unbuttoned my shorts, letting them fall around my ankles. She smiled as I stood there in my underwear nodding and licking her lips as I slid them down. My cock sprang free and one of her hands went down to squeeze her cunt. I turned sideways, letting her see my hard cock. She pulled aside her panties and began to rub herself as I stroked my cock for her. I heard a car pull up in the parking lot as we watched each other masturbate. A few minutes later there was the sound of footsteps on the steps and walk to my apartment. Connie stood and turned off the light as Amy walked by my window. She didn't notice me standing there in the darkened room and walked into the kitchen and put her bag on the counter. She smiled when she turned and saw me standing there, still rubbing my cock. "Well, someone knows how to greet a girl," she said and came over to hug me, her tongue slipping into my mouth. She was a tall slender redhead and my arms went around her, squeezing her runner's ass. She moaned against my lips. When we came up for air, I glanced at Connie's window but it was still dark. "I caught the neighbor downstairs topless and it turned into a mutual show." "Ooh, the cute one? Connie?" she asked and I nodded. "Do you think I scared her off? 'Cause that's really hot and I want to see too." She pulled her t-shirt and bra over her head. "She turned off the light but she might still be watching." Amy turned me to the side knelt down in front of me. "Let her watch this then," she said huskily, replacing my hand with hers and beginning to stroke me. Amy began to lick along the length of my cock, swirling her tongue over the head. A light went on downstairs and Connie sat back down in the chair, and spread her legs wide. She trailed a hand up her side and circled a nipple. "She's back," I said. Amy moaned as she sucked me into her mouth, pushing her head as far forward as she could. She moaned and the vibration made me shiver. Connie's mouth opened a little and she slid her panties down, letting them hang off of one leg. She had a dark strip of pubic hair over her cunt shadows covering her lips below. Amy let my cock pop out of her mouth with a slurp. "What's she doing," she asked. "She's sitting in a chair, pretty much naked. She's pinching her nipple with one hand and has the other between her legs."Amy moaned and I looked down to see her own hand pushed into her shorts. Connie spread her legs wide, letting me watch her push her fingers into herself. I heard her moan faintly. "Now's she's got her fingers in herself, it looks like she's going to cum again, her hand is moving faster. Yeah, she is. Fuck that is hot, her hand is a blur as she fingerfucks herself." We heard a sound, something between a gasp and exclamation. Connie went rigid for a moment and then relaxed, wiping her wetness over her nipples as she stroked and pulled them. "I want to watch now," Amy said, standing up and letting her shorts fall. She gave a little wave as she bent over, hands on the windowsill and wriggled her ass at me. I knelt behind her, spreading her ass wide so I could lick along wet slit. Amy was always loud and I'm sure Connie heard her moan loudly and say "Oh, fuck yes. Lick me there." I reached between her legs to gently rub at her clit as I licked along her wet lips, thrusting my tongue into her occasionally. Amy was trying to tell me what was going on, but was way too distracted to say anything coherent. "She's licking her nipples...ooh, yes please, right there. She's licking...oh god, fuck me with your tongue! Oh god!" she said. She was trying to be quiet but kept moaning loudly. Amy suddenly pushed herself back against my mouth, going rigid. I felt her cunt spasm and gave her clit a little pinch and she looked back at me. "I need your cock," she moaned. I stood up behind her, holding her hip with one hand and used the other to slide the head of my cock over her lips. Connie sat up and was watching us. She reached behind her and pulled out a dildo, giving us a little smile as she ran the head over her nipples and down over her stomach. I pushed into Amy, making her groan and arch her back. Connie bit her bottom lip as she worked the head of the toy into her. I thrust steadily into Amy as we watched. Connie's head went back and we heard her give a little scream as she pushed her hips up against the thrusting toy. This excited Amy who began to push back harder and make the little keening cries she made when she was having a huge orgasm. I held her hips, slamming into her as she went rigid, wailing as her wetness soaked my cock. I grabbed her as her legs wobbled and helped her sit. She had a lazy smile on her face. "That was fucking incredible. You cum for her and I'm going to lie down for a minute." I turned to look and Connie gave me a thumbs up, grinning. I laughed and waved back. She pointed down at my cock and raised her eyebrows. I shook my head and began stroking it again. She waved me closer to the window and I had an idea. I looked up and down the courtyard and it was still dark. I stepped out onto the balcony, facing her and she stood up and opened her window wider. I began to fist my cock and she leaned against the wall, her fingers between her legs again. She lifted her breast, sucking her nipple as she watched and that pushed me over the edge. I moaned, feeling my ass tense as I shot thick ropes of cum onto the grass below. As I caught my breath, holding the railing, she sucked the wetness off her fingers and blew me a kiss, and reached over to turn the light off. I staggered into the bedroom and collapsed beside Amy. I woke up to the smell of coffee and went out to the kitchen where Amy was making breakfast. "There's a note on the door," she said handing me a cup of coffee. I got the note and unfolded it. "Thanks for the show, looks like you enjoyed it too. I'd like to get a closer seat for an encore if you're interested." I handed the note to Amy. "Do we have plans tonight?" she asked, grinning at me. Doing the Dishes Sindy leaned into the wet sink to relax her face as she gazed at the mountain of greasy plates. It wasn't allowed for the servant girls to let their faces tense up in case any of the guests, at this exclusive hotel, should chose that moment to look at them. Slowly Sindy breathed out to allow a smile to arrive on her lips just as the door behind her came crashing open. Polly, the head waitress slammed another dozen plates on top of the teetering pile. "Get your thumb out of your arsehole girl and start washing those. I don't want to be here all night waiting for you." Polly stood with a gnarled hand on each of her large hips, the wide expanse of her spotless apron seeming to make the shape of a smile where the crease of her ample belly drifted over the tops of her thighs. However much Sindy detested the overbearing woman, she couldn't help thinking about what lay behind that apron and what it would be like to get lost in those soft folds. Sindy's ranking in the kitchen staff was such that she was not permitted look Polly in the eyes, so instead, she now found herself looking at Polly's terrible teeth. As Polly launched into a tirade about how slowly she was doing the dishes Sindy attempted to keep her face soft by tuning out the sound and instead looking intensely at Polly. Polly had such a leery grin, that as she spoke, Sindy could clearly see inside the whole of her mouth. The gums had completely receded from the tops of the teeth making it appear as though they would fall out at any moment. Fearful of her letting her face belie her feelings of disgust, Sindy shifted her gaze again so that now, she was looking at Polly's huge breasts. She imagined Polly had large puckered nipples nestling in an enormous nursing bra. Nipples that Polly might ease out at any moment, to push deep into Sindy's mouth forcing her to gag and suckle. "Yes Ma'am" Sindy said demurely hoping that this elevation of her status would soften the old hag and was happily surprised to see Polly's breast jump in acknowledgement that they were being stared at. "Polly will do, none of your sucky arse bullshit " growled the waitress, hardly making the door bang at all on her way out. Alone again with her stinking china towers there was nothing for it but to get on with the dishes. Reaching forward Sindy started filling her bowl with boiling hot water. The kitchen floor tiles were cold against her bare feet. All the servants had bare feet to remind them of their status but most of the floors were heated wood, only here in the kitchen the floor was kept cool to preserve the food. The warm steamy air was a welcome relief to the bitter cold that chilled Sindy to the bone. Suddenly though Sindy had the feeling that she was not alone, tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood up as Sindy's whole body became alert to a noise that seemed to be coming from below her waist. Surreptitiously she cocked her head to listen carefully. What she thought she heard was the sound of a wooden door sliding open in the cupboard below her sink. Despite the roar of rinse water on the steel drainer Sindy was sure she could hear the sound of some kind of creature coming out. Adrenalin rinsed through her body, she had heard stories about the 'creatures' but until now had not believed in them. She had been told of secret passageways that linked strange parts of the hotel together, passageways that would allow the more shy guests to travel all over the building, if they chose, completely unseen. Sindy had never dared hope that her washing station could be a place that one of the guests might want to visit, why in the world would anyone be interested in her dank dungeon of a kitchen outhouse? Sandy stiffened as she felt the wetness of a warm fat tongue slowly start to caress her cold ankles. Shock and arousal shot through her making her drop the plate she was cleaning back into the hot soapy water and the creature withdrew at the clunk. Sindy knew that she had to keep on working, in fact she had been extensively trained in how to pretend she could not feel them when they touched her, how to in fact keep completely still if she ever encountered one of these creatures. To continue with whatever task she was doing while simultaneously opening herself up so that they could access wherever they chose to on her body as she worked. Sindy imagined that the creatures were very rich shy girls that wanted to sex other girls but couldn't bear the normal interactions that usually occurred. She fantasized that being so extremely shy they could only bear to do what they did if they were completely unnoticed in any way. Any attempt to engage or interact with them, or stopping what you were doing to enjoy whatever they were doing to you, would result in them withdrawing back to their hiding place. Trying to keep the clatter of plates going, Sindy waited and hoped for more of that delicious tongue slipping around her feet but it seemed like ages till it came. Sindy knew the slit between her legs was getting wet at the mere idea that the creature would start up it's heavenly licking again. Then, what seemed like ages later, as she reached for the next in her never diminishing pile, Sindy felt the unmistakable lick of something between the toes of her right foot. Sindy couldn't help gasping with pleasure that she tried to cover by coughing. At the sound of the gasp the creature stopped stock-still. Sindy forced herself to put down the plate she had finished mopping with as much ordinary clatter as possible and pick up the next. She was attempting to convey through those sounds that she was blithely carrying on with her duties and so encourage the creature to go back it's delicious warm licking of the skin between her toes. Slowly, and soft as an eyelash the creature began again to bathe Sindy's freezing cold feet in warm silky wetness. The feeling was melting her insides and sending excited blood up to her brain making her temples throb. Still she had to continue the mundane activities of the sink, picking up filthy plates and swabbing them till they were clean. She could feel her legs shaking and aching to open wider to allow whatever, or whoever was making that slippery sensation, access to her thighs. As the soft urgent muscular tongue licked it's way on a slow cruise up her calf, Sindy bite down hard on her lip to try stop the moans from escaping from her mouth. Sinuous as a snake the creature with it's long tongue lapped around her legs carefully coating every centimeter of skin in silky liquid spit. Sindy found herself swaying backwards and forwards with the dreamy sensation of her legs turning to liquid. Frightened she might fall over, she took a risk and pulled her feet apart. The creature responded by immediately withdrawing but Sindy was treated to a dribble of saliva left running blissfully filthy down the back of her knee. Mercifully the creature resumed it's creepy licking and sinuously rubbed it's bare skin between her feet as it curled around Sindy like a cat. Pretending to wash dishes by lifting and releasing the same plate in and out of the water with a splash, Sindy allowed herself to open her mouth in silent desire as the creature licked and curled it's way up her legs and up under her skirts towards the bare flesh that lay between her now saturated thighs. "What the fuk do you think you're doing?" From across the room Sindy could feel the Polly's spittle land on her neck. Sindy's body unable to control itself, convulsed with fear. Her hand opened automatically, sending the wet plate she was holding skidding to the stony tiled floor with an explosive smash. "Or more to the point what aren't you doing? Is it too hot in here? Making you all dreamy and go slow?" Polly apparently unaware what was happening between Sindy's legs, marched away from the mess on the floor and started dragging open the huge kitchen door that led to the vegetable garden. As the huge door opened a flurry of snowflakes floated in from the forbidding December night. In a voice that could have cut cheese, Polly shrieked at Sindy: "You, slack faced girl, I've had enough of this. Get outside right now and strip all of your clothes off, right fucking now." Sindy's breath was broken and ragged as she tried to move her mind towards what she was being ordered to do. Her swollen cunt lips throbbed with a thunderous storm of desire for the soaking tongue that had just been on the verge of reaching her soaking cleft. Trying to forget the painful ache to return to the delicious licking, instead Sindy found her heart jumping in her chest with fear. Polly was vile, her whole manner was cruelly obnoxious but her status in the household meant she could do anything she liked to keep the serving girls in line. Several times Sindy had been forced over her fleshy knees for a bare arse spanking with any large wooden spoon clean or dirty that happened to be handy. Sometimes she had even poked around Sindy's hole like she was going to fuck her with it just to make Sindy cry and beg to be let go. Now, as she pulled her thin dress over her head in the frozen courtyard Sindy's whole body was shaking and it wasn't simply from the snowflakes landing on her skin. Polly left the door open as she came into the courtyard with one of the wooden chairs. Sindy could see that she had smothered her whole hand in goose grease from the crock bowl kept by the oven. "I'm going to teach you the price of a broken plate so that you'll never forget it, you useless slattern" Polly's stinking breath rose like smoke pouring out of her mouth as she spoke. She placed the chair in front of Sindy and bent her over it's back. Then standing behind her Polly pushed her feet apart so that everything Sindy had was on show and open to the freezing night air. "Well, well well. What have you been up to down here then?" the curl of Polly's bitter delight at the sight of her swollen cunt bore into Sindy like a worm. She felt the shame burning up her neck and cheeks as she forgot about the cold night air that surrounded them. Sandy imagined Polly to be crouched down and looking closely at her private parts. The truth of which was confirmed when, before Sindy could calm her blushes, a stream of loathesome comments were spat at her. "You filthy fucking slut, been trying to get my attention all evening have you? Is that why you are so bulging purple down here? Is that why you dropped that plate to get me inside you eh, well you are going to get more than you bargained for my girl." At the same time as she was talking Polly was somewhat casually smearing goose grease around the whole of Sindy's cunt. Sindy breathed in suddenly with shock, as two fingers slotted inside her. "Oh and nice and warm it is too in here for me, do my arthritis no end of good this will" Bracing herself with both hands on the chair seat Sindy found the fingers remarkably efficient at probing inside her. Then she remembered the woman's teeth and how repulsive she was to look at, how could a woman so vile in manner and physical form be making her feel so open and hungry for her fingering. Humiliated as she was, Sindy found their rhythmic pushing actually very pleasurable and despite trying to stop herself, heard a little moan escape from her mouth. "Oh yes, wanted a good seeing to that's what this one wanted" Polly's vile words spoken to herself like a mad lonely old hag seemed to encourage a loss of inhibition in Sindy. Yes she was that 'wanton slut' that needed these jabbing fingers knuckle deep inside her. Sindy couldn't help herself lean back into this repulsive woman's fingers was grateful to be away from that never ending pile of dishes and let herself be played like a lusty piano. Sindy heard herself moaning hungrily in a regular reaction to the smooth penetration of those incredibly skillful fingers. She felt desire lurching in her stomach and moving up to her chest till her face and breasts were covered with a fine mist of sweat. One more finger was added to the two already inside her and Sindy could hear herself singing like a mermaid. Calling out her urgent pleasure at the reach of those velvety fingers with moans and yelps of craving like a hungry bird. Sindy heard her high pitched sounds flourish in the cold air like the tinny ring of a hand bell, and she hated what it meant. If only she could prevent Polly from knowing exactly how much she was pleasing her, it wouldn't be so humiliating. But Polly was sniggering and snorting with glee at the slurping sounds of Sindy's grateful burrow. Try as she might Sindy could not seem to stop herself from revealing how gratifying she found those expert fingers as they drove inside her. Over and over again they ground in and out of her, just as Sindy had seen Polly do to spices with the pestle against the ceramic wall of the mortar bowl. Sindy managed to open her eyes just to see if she could spot the creature below the sink that had aroused her into such a state of desire. She hoped that it could see her because she was imagining that it was not the ugly old waitress that was pushing inside her so deftly but the creature. Sindy imagined the creature as a girl her own age touching herself, as she watched Sindy getting royally fingered, from her secret passageway below that vast sink. Polly however was not satisfied with three fingers and was slipping a fourth little finger into Sindy's hot slippery cunny. She was shouting her sickening expletives about the state of Sindy's opening cunt so much so that people leaving the dining hall began gathering at the windows to watch the spectacle. "More fucking fingers? You greedy piggy piece." Polly called out slapping her buttock hard with her other hand. "You want my whole fucking hand do you? You think you can take my whole fist do you?" Terrified Sindy started to wail at the idea; she had never been fist-fucked before and didn't know if she could take it. "Please no, please, please stop." Terrified she was going to have call "safeword" thereby stopping the whole fucking scene and never get the huge orgasm that was now building inside her. Sandy was shocked by the fingers were interrupted too by the sound of a door opening and the imperious tap of boots on the cobbled yard floor. The collapse of the hard fucking made her cunt contract with alarm, those buttery fingers had become her whole world and Sindy's cunt squeezed down upon itself hard trying to fill the space they left behind. Her heart started banging in her chest and making her chest heave even more with the emergency of losing the inevitable orgasm that had been building in her. The repugnant Polly had been stopped from fingering her by some superior force. Sindy felt her whole body spasming with shock and her noises were silenced while she waited, desperate to know her fate. Sindy knew that whatever happened she was not allowed to turn to look at whoever it was that approached them. Even though the exchange they were having with Polly was conducted in silence Sindy could feel that the horrid greasy fingers of the waitress were being rapidly slid from her cunt. She couldn't help but blush deeply at the sloppy sucky noises her body made in the process. Suddenly Polly was up at her face end but it wasn't her ugly mouth that Sindy could see in front of her. In fact it was the very recognizable view of the hem of Polly's skirts being slowly raised. Sindy watched in fascination as the large skirts gave way to luscious thighs and a surprisingly lovely pair of cunt lips. Who would have thought that a woman so ugly in her head and face and personality could be so pretty beneath her petticoats? Sindy watched as naked nether regions sat down on the chair seat over which hung her head. The fleshy lips were swollen and glistened with exhibitionist desire. All of it was so near that Sindy could smell the strong scent of rum from deep inside the lips. Polly obviously drank more than a little tipple of an evening. Such thoughts that scattered through Sindy's head were suddenly rudely interrupted as a firm hand from behind her head pushed her mouth in for a deep drink of that fumy grog. The smell almost overtook her senses and made her head reel as Polly rudely controlling her face from the back of her head rolled her face around in the sticky folds smearing it all over her. Sindy opened her lips to suckle on that the pungent cream and let it slip down her through her mouth oozing down her throat. But before she had time to spread her tongue in order to lick it properly. Recalling all those delicious hours at servant school where her mouth had been filled with so many different slippery swellings of flesh while all of her face was smeared with sticky stinky cum and Sindy could hear Polly reveling in the power her position gave her. "Don't be shy girl use your lips as well as that lazy little tongue. Come on, that's it. Kiss me baby, use your lips" At the same time though someone was touching her arse from behind. A slim smooth set of fingers found their way in barely touching the sides as they did so. They hit the spot though, the spot that made Sindy moan loudly into Polly sopping cunt lips. "You can cry out if you want to you bit of rubbish, but you are staying right there till the job is done." Polly had obviously misinterpreted the noises but this only made Sindy spread her tongue wider. She was being fucked in the face at the same time as an unknown person was pushing their way into her cunt. Sindy could feel that it was a much smaller hand than Polly's had been and that even though she was already taking three fingers that she really wanted more. Could it be that she was going to get that fist fucking the idea of which had so frightened her not ten minutes ago? Oh how far away her arduous day of washing dishes was now. The rich smell of cum was filling her nose and mouth and Sindy could tell that Polly was getting ready to spurt cum deep into her mouth. She licked and kissed the cunt with all of her mouth like she was deep kissing her first ever love at school. She could here the ugly Polly making a strangled cry of pleasure as she swore a stream of disgusting invective over and over again. Sindy welcomed the feeling of drowning that so matched with the diving in and out of her that was happening to her down below. She fancied that somewhere she could hear people calling out to her and she had the sensation of a crowd gathered around but Sindy had given herself to opening up herself to that hand and making it welcome inside her. Snow fell like tickling feathers all over her arse but her pussy was blood red hot and she couldn't get enough. Not get enough that is until she felt the distinctive scrap of a set of knuckles forcing her wider that she ever wanted to go and then relief as the hand found it's way home. Grunting like a pig and rutting backwards and forwards onto the arm that controlled her like a glove puppet, Sindy found her head let free. Now she saw what a huge crowd of women were gathered around her. Watching. All of them were staring at Sindy most with tongues lolling out of open mouths with desire. Some of them had already pulled their breasts out and were pushing faces of serving girls deep into hard nipples making them suck with hands behind their heads. Others had raised their skirts to force other willing maids between their thighs and were bending at their knees to quicken the motion and add to the friction. Still more were fucking themselves with stiff fingers pushing in and out of their lips and coming out of their holes glistening with honey cum. Sandy couldn't believe what she was seeing. It seemed the whole guest list of the hotel were crowded into that cobbled yard. All the rich ladies in their fine heavy fabric dresses were pushing one another out of the way to catch a better look at her the lowly dishwasher perched over a wooden chair naked to the night air, her face dripping with salty cum. Suddenly Sindy felt like some kind of star, not the lowly scullery servant she had been all day. Now she was making a spectacle of herself good enough to make all these fine ladies want to see, impervious to the cold outside on that freezing cold night. All because of her. Doing the Dishes Proud as she was Sindy couldn't help but look over to the open kitchen door and the chink of light that came out from beneath the enormous sink where she had stood for so many hours. But something was building inside her body, a wave was gathering that threatened to take her over. Suddenly she found the regular safe rhythm was irritating her. Sindy couldn't help herself, she could no longer take what she was given but instead she started thrusting herself backwards violently out of time with the slow in and out. Desperate to make it harder and faster she called out to the mysterious person who was fisting her "Fucking hurt me you cunts. Fucking... hurt me." Sindy was shocked by the sound of her voice as it rang out around the yard. She sounded so rough and uncouth like the slattern she was but telling truth to the desire that was welling up inside her. And then she felt the sharp sting of hands all over her body, slapping her. The fine ladies were screeching like harpies in their delight at hurting her. They had obviously waited all their lives to lash out as sharp as they could on the bare cold flesh of a naked girl getting fucked and make her squeal. They swarmed over her like wasps, her face and arms, even her hands were pulled out and viciously slapped; stinging smacks rang out like the chorus of a bawdy German drinking song. Sandy felt the slaps stir her into a whirl of blood rushing around her body, she could not escape the stinging sharp rain of those severe fingers as the fist in her cunt rolled around like a boiling sea inside of her, she was convinced that she was suddenly drowning in her own desire. As the strong solid orgasm shook her body inside out she fancied she could see a pair of eyes watching from their hiding place, the one who started this whole amazing scene. In her mind it was that creature that now stood with her hand buried up to the wrist inside her. And with that thought the final spasm of orgasm released it's strange elation all through her bones making them soft as water. Sindy felt sparkling clean like a freshly washed dish and all she wanted to do was crawl into that cupboard with the shy creature and curl up kissing. The End Doing the Dishes “I am going to get one soon for all the close calls we have been getting.” I managed to be witty even though my cock is now drooling with pre-cum, again. “Won’t it be exciting if I give you a blow job right now while you wife is upstairs is taking a shower. After all I have to return the favor. Let us see how fast I can get you to cum.” She didn’t wait for an answer. She enclosed her lips around my cock. The head of my cock is sliding in and out of her gorgeous mouth while her tongue flicked the pee-hole. One of her hand is stroking and twisting the length of it, while the other is roughly massaging my balls. By the expertise she has in inducing me to orgasm, it didn’t take long before I am close to the edge. I heard the shower turned off, but I didn’t really care anymore. The fear is there, but the lust is so overpowering that it just shrouds every other sense in my being. I hold the back of her head and started to fuck her mouth. All my muscles are straining, my breaths short. I am heaving my body to push the length of my cock into her mouth. As the first eruption hit the back of her throat, my knees went. I slowly crumpled to the floor. But yet, streams of semen pushed through my cock into her waiting mouth. I was now lying on the floor. Brenda is still latched onto my cock, sucking and squeezing. As the last of my convulsions past, I slowly open my eyes seeing Brenda squeezing the final drop of cum into her mouth. She even demonstrated swallowing the semen she collected from my sore penis. The party went on as planned. Bob and Brenda have to leave early because of another engagement. After all remnants of the occasions has been cleared. I started to feel guilty about what I did and thought about telling my wife about it. I am sure that my wife will never forgive me for it and will mean the end of my marriage. So I just have to live with it. I know Mimi. She can never be a victim. I tried to avoid any contact with Bob and Brenda. But, one day Mimi came home and tells me that we going to attend another surprise party. Bob is going to celebrate his birthday next week and Brenda would like to throw a surprise party for him at their place. Brenda had contacted a catering service, so food is not the problem. Since Bob is a “home body”, there is no time to decorate and set-up the house. The plan is make sure to keep Bob at work, while the decorations are being done. Mimi requested me that I am to proceed to Bob’s place after work and help Brenda set-up. There is not much work to be done so it will just be Brenda and me. When I objected, she begs me with those puppy blue eyes for hers. There’s not much I can do anyway, because Mimi already offered my services. My cock immediately went into full alert. The naughty images of what is going to happen raced through my mind. I hope you liked my story. As always, your votes and feedback will be much appreciated. I do not plan to continue this. As you know, I still have a series hanging. I have lousy grammar. MS Word isn’t much help. If there is somebody out there that is willing to edit my story, please feel free to do so. Send me the edited version, so that I will know my mistakes. Thank you, all.