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The Carpet

By: sex4every1



A while ago, one of my female readers dared me to do a story involving an everyday inanimate object - other than 'the wall' depicted in 'The Hole' series. I was so intrigued by her proposal that I accepted. It was far from easy and required me to access the most perverted areas of my brain. Take this as a warning: if you're not into this sort of thing, please read something else. This is not for the faint-hearted!

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You might not expect a raunchy sex story from a woman with an unsexy profession as mine. You see, I am a carpet saleswoman. Well, actually I am the CEO of a carpet company which I inherited from my father, who inherited it from his father. The daily operation of the factory - distribution, advertising and the managing of our fourteen employees - I leave to my director of operations, Cliff. He's fifteen years my senior and I've casually fucked him three times over the last year. I have never been the type of woman to stay put for long, so I choose to be on the road whenever I can. It's one of the advantages of being the CEO of your own company; you can pretty much pick your own responsibilities and delegate the rest. 

Despite the fact that our reputation is known far and wide, it's never far and wide enough, so that's where I come in. I am always trying to find new opportunities and customers. So, like I said, not exactly the type of girl that men fantasize about. And if it hadn't been for that single incident, the one on which this story is based, my life would indeed be pretty dull.

I guess it all started one late afternoon as I was driving towards my last potential customer. I had had a busy day so I was looking forward to my daily stay at a motel. Suddenly it started pouring rain and the wind picked up; the sunny country side quickly changed into a scene from one of those disaster movies. The sky turned black and it was getting difficult to drive. Suddenly, alongside of the road, I noticed a middle aged man, clothed in rags and pushing a shopping cart - a typical homeless person, except that he was in the middle of nowhere, along a backwater road with no shelter for miles. I pulled over and stopped as close to him as possible without soaking him even more. It took some convincing but I managed to get the poor guy into the car. Luckily, I had a very large trunk which could hold his cart and everything in it. 

He was grateful, but not very talkative. I gave him a ride to the next town, where he insisted I accepted something in return for the ride. After unloading his cart, he handed me worn down carpet. It was pink... or at least it had been. Because it was so dirty and grungy, it was hard to make out the exact color. On top of that, it was a poor quality rug, but I accepted it out of common decency. I figured I would just throw it away first chance I got. We said goodbye and that was the last we saw of each other.

After finishing up with my last prospect of the day, I headed towards the nearest motel to spend the night before driving back home the next day. As I grabbed my handbag out of the trunk, I noticed the grungy carpet and decided to take it with me inside, with the intention of leaving it in the motel room when I left. After checking in, I rolled out the carpet in front of the bed, thinking that would be the end of it. But then my fingers suddenly touched something gooey. I immediately redrew my fingers and leaned in for a closer look. Cum. There was no doubt about it; it was fresh cum, half dried up, half still gooey.

Son of a bitch, I smiled to myself. That dirty old geezer must have shot a load on it just before I picked him up. I wiped my fingers on another part of the carpet and didn't give it another thought. I took off my clothes and hopped in the shower. When I came back out, I had a towel wrapped around myself and picked up the remote, flicking through the available channels. As I sat down on the bed, my left foot suddenly landed in something gooey again. It was another strand of juicy cum. Motherfucker, I thought to myself. How many times did that bastard dump a load on that carpet?

I quickly undid my towel and used it to clean off my foot, then threw the towel on the bed. Completely naked, I started watching a talk show as I combed my long brown hair. After a few minutes, I suddenly noticed that my left foot was smack in the middle of another cum stain, my toes happily wriggling around. As soon as I realized what I had been doing - voluntary or not - my pussy got soaking wet. I looked at my toes, glistening with a stranger's cum and automatically dropped my comb and put both my hands between my legs. As I used my left index and middle finger to pull my pussy lips apart, I slid my right middle finger up my warm twat, with my index finger not far behind.

It wasn't the first time I had masturbated in the privacy of a motel room. I considered myself an open-minded city girl; that's why I always carried a dildo with me. But my fingers seemed to be doing a pretty good job for now. I slid off the bed, onto my knees on the carpet, so that I was able to shove my fingers a lot deeper, hitting the spot. While the fingers of my right hand continued to claw at my insides, working me to an orgasm, I repositioned my left hand and wriggled a finger up my freshly washed butt. Fingering both holes always sped things up considerably and so barely two minutes later I started squirting, drenching a small area of the carpet between my legs. One stain more or less, I thought to myself.

Fulfilled, I sat down on my ass, my back resting against the bed and after wiping my hands on the bed spread, I reached for the remote and started going through the channels again. About half an hour later, I got up and got dressed, heading for the local restaurant to have a hot meal and a stiff drink. With nothing else on my mind or to do, my thoughts wondered back to the carpet and to what I had been doing. By the end of dinner, I was so fucking horny again that I headed over to adjacent bar where I let myself get picked up by the first guy who put in an effort. He was a truck driver, and although I was really horny, I wasn't about to go and fuck in his truck, so we headed back to my room. 

There, I sucked his cock for about five minutes, then let him mount me and screw me for a little while and finally let him fuck me like a dog. The harder he slammed into me, the louder I asked for it. He wasn't the best fuck I had ever had, but he managed to scratch my itch, which was pretty much all I expected from these encounters. When I woke up several hours later, he had already left. As I got up to turn off the lights and lock the door from the inside, I noticed the little carpet in front of the bed. I also noticed something glistening on it. Since the homeless guy's cum and my fluids should have dried up by now, I squatted down for a closer look. 

To my surprise, I noticed a big glob of fresh cum clinging in the grungy, pink fabric. When I thought about it, I couldn't remember if and where the truck driver had cum. I had had a pretty decent orgasm, but I couldn't recall what he had done with his load. Well, I did now. From the looks of things, he had jacked off on the carpet, which was an interesting choice to say the least. He could have dumped his juicy cum anywhere on me. Heck, I could have woken up with my face plastered, which wouldn't have been the worst thing in the world!

I smiled as I turned off the light and closed the door, turning in for the night. It surely was a strange coincidence that three persons had pleasured themselves on this outdated, vile little carpet. Not one to believe in something more than coincidence, I fell asleep relatively easy. The next morning, I hopped into the shower, got dressed and packed my bag, which only took about two minutes. After putting my bag in the trunk and handing back my key to the front desk, I headed over to the diner for a hearty breakfast and a strong cup of coffee. As I had taken a window seat, I had a clear view of the motel. I had barely finished my first cup of coffee when I noticed a guy from house cleaning entering my room. 

I don't know how long it normally takes to clean a room, but after I had finished my breakfast and had had four cups of coffee, he was still in there. I decided to pay and head for the car. Unfortunately, as I was halfway to my car, still parked in front of the room, the guy finally walked out with the carpet under his arm. When he saw me, he walked up to me and asked, "Is this yours? It's not standard issue."

I could have lied, but I decided to not to make a scene. I was sure to have an opportunity to dump it somewhere else, so I nodded and took the carpet from him. Once again, my hand landed in something gooey.

Out of reflex, I redrew my hand, causing the carpet to fall to the ground. As we both squatted down to pick it up, I casually glanced at his crotch and noticed that his fly was open. Because of his squatting position, the head of his flaccid cock was visible behind his open zipper, and on top of that, his piss hole was still wet with cum. As soon as he caught me looking, he let go of the carpet and immediately zipped up. He hurried back into the room and closed the door behind him. Well, at least now I knew what my handed landed in just moment before.

Although I made sure to touch the carpet in a completely different spot when picking it up, I still ended up with some more cum on my fingers. I sighed, decided to ignore it once again and threw the carpet in the backseat, then wiped the cum on my fingers off on the front of my skirt, no doubt leaving a stain. As I got in and drove off, I started thinking. I had to admit that the number of coincidences was getting hard to ignore. Why did my fingers always land in gooey cum when I touched the carpet? Why did the truck driver dump his load on the carpet instead of on me? Why did the guy from house cleaning jack his morning load onto my pink, disgusting carpet? These and many more questions kept me preoccupied the first ten minutes of my trip.

When I suddenly saw a sign for a do-it-yourself carwash, I got an idea that would surely put an end to all these crazy coincidences. I drove to the most isolated car wash stall and took out the carpet, laying it next to the car on the concrete. As usual, I had cum on my fingers from picking it up, but after wiping them on my skirt a second time, I got down to business. 

I used three big squirts of car wash detergent, a power brush and a high pressure water hose for about three minutes to get rid of any dirt as well any lingering bodily fluids.

Then, I used some rope from the trunk to tie the pink carpet - a lot cleaner but still with a grungy look - to the roof. I drove off, letting the wind take care of the drying. I drove for hours and I had almost forgotten about it, but when I stopped to get some gas, I decided to put my theory to the test. After taking it down, I ran my hand over every inch of fabric, back and front and was relieved to find only dry, cool fabric. I smiled and as I put the rope back in the trunk, I hung the carpet over the head rest of the passenger's seat next to me. Now that I had cleaned it so thoroughly, maybe I could find some use for it.

Without any further crazy theories floating around in my head, I resumed my journey. I smiled several times at myself for having a weak moment and almost believing in something supernatural. About half an hour later, I got stuck in a major traffic jam. Out of boredom, I started looking around, both inside the car and outside. When I casually glanced at the little carpet, draped over the head rest next to me, I noticed something dangling down from the bottom of it: a thick, white rope of fat cum, about half of it still clinging to the fabric! I couldn't believe it! I had checked it comprehensively before putting it back in the car; it had been perfectly dry...

After glancing at it again - to make sure I wasn't daydreaming - I turned my head away from it and stared out my window. If there hadn't been about a dozen witnesses at that moment, I would have tossed the damn thing out of the window. I just sat there for a few minutes, thinking of how to handle the situation. When I glanced at it again, even more of the cum rope was showing, now only clinging to the fabric by a fraction of its total length. 

Annoyed and pissed off, I said, "If you wanna cum, then cum already!"

To my surprise, the cum rope splashed against the textile of the passenger's seat. It didn't just drop down, some other force than gravity hurled it towards the seat. As a defensive measure - to keep myself from having to explain the inexplicable and to keep some form of my sanity intact - I decided to act tough.

"What? Is that it? Don't hold back on my account, if you wanna shoot again, by all means, the whole seat is yours!" I said, pretending to have some form of control over the situation.

I had barely spoken those words or two more huge globs splashed against the dark fabric of the seat cover, giving it a disgusting look. "Why stop there?" I asked as I tweaked my left nipple, realizing this was making me horny. "Why don't you take a shot at the dashboard?"

Three huge ribbons splattered against the black plastic dashboard, creating a beautiful black and white contrast. "And while you're at it, you might as well give the passenger window a pass... here, let me pull it up for you, so you can paint it white," I barked as I pressed the appropriate button next to the steering wheel. The carpet waited until the window was completely closed before ejaculating all over the door and drenching the window, as requested. In the twenty-five seconds it took to soak the passenger door and make the window almost completely opaque, I whipped out my left tit and started juggling it up and down with my right hand. Meanwhile I jammed my left hand in between my legs, pushed my cotton panties out of the way and started fingering the shit out of my soaking wet pussy!

Edged on even further by my overwhelming lust, I decided to continue the tough act and to even crank it up a notch.

"All right, on me now! Soak my blouse," I panted.

Ribbon after ribbon started splattering against my blouse, slowly making it cling to my skin. It felt so fucking disgusting! I was so fucking horny and loose that I shoved a third finger up my twat, something I rarely do!

"Now my tits!" I squealed as I ripped my blouse open and pulled my bra up, exposing my fat tits. Only seconds later, I felt the cum splatter against my naked skin, which only made me raunchier. I rammed my fingers deeper than ever before and used my other hand to wobble my tits up and down. Because of the spunk they were covered in, my tits made disgusting sloppy sounds each time they made contact with my hand, only adding fuel to the finger fucking frenzy that was going on between my legs. Feeling the onset of a massive orgasm, I threw all caution to the wind. I undid my seat belt and reclined, putting my feet up against my window - still fingering the shit out of my cunt - and putting my head on the cum soaked passenger's seat, facing up.

As my long, brown hair was marinating in the puddles of cock juice already on the seat, I looked straight up at the carpet and said, "Fill me the fuck up, make me swallow it!"

I barely had time to open my mouth wide and lewdly stick out my tongue, before the carpet started dumping cum in my wide open pie hole, filling it to the brim in just under fifteen seconds. Right then my orgasm exploded in all of its intensity. I turned my head, spit out all of the cum onto the floor and screamed loudly as I finger fucked myself through an amazing orgasm. As my cunt violently contracted around my fingers over and over again, the side of my head was getting drenched by an incessant barrage of cum ropes.

What I was doing and what I was letting the pink carpet do to me was so degrading that it thrilled me to my very core. After enjoying the rest of my marvelous orgasm, came the unpleasant task of cleaning up the car and myself. That took about half an hour, twenty minutes of which I spent in the traffic jam, the next ten minutes at a deserted parking lot somewhere off the main road. I put on some new clothes - a red halter top and a white skirt - and threw the dirty ones in the trunk. Since there was no way I was going to get all the goo out of my hair without access to a shower, I tied my hair into a knot for now. 

With most of the car and most of my skin clean and my clothes replaced, it was now time to address the elephant in the room, or in this case the little, pink carpet in the car. Not wanting to clean the inside of my car a second time, I grabbed the carpet and threw it on the concrete parking lot, next to the car. Once again, there was cum on my fingers.

I grinned and whispered, "You've really gotta stop doing that."

I sat down on the concrete pavement, with the carpet in front of me, with no one or nothing else around for at least a hundred meters. This was probably going to be the weirdest conversation I was ever going to have... 

"Let's start with some basic yes or no questions. Ejaculate for yes. Understood?"

A small squirt onto the concrete confirmed its willingness to cooperate.

"I know you can hear me, and I know you can feel me, but can you also see me?"

Squirt. So, it had vision. That explained its flawless aim back in the car.

"Are you alive?"

Nothing.

"Do you have feelings?"

Nothing.

"Do you get excited?"

Nothing.

"You do understand these questions, don't you?"

A big squirt. Okay, no problem, just checking.

"Do you know what it is you are leaking and shooting around?"

Squirt.

"Do you produce it?"

Nothing.

I thought for a minute, trying to come up with a plausible alternative.

"Is it real sperm, from real men?"

A big squirt, a little more in my direction this time.

"So, do you collect it whenever guys cum on you?"

Another squirt, a thick ribbon this time, landing right in front of my feet.

"Do you collect female cum as well?"

Squirt. A big strand landed on my left under leg. I didn't move.

"Since you've just covered the whole inside of my car - not to mention me - after being dragged through a car wash, I assume you can produce as much as you want once you've had a sample, or a taste so to speak?"

A squirt onto my right knee and upper leg, just under the hem of my skirt.

"You manipulated all those guys into cumming on you, didn't you? You can influence them somehow. Entice them."

A squirt onto my skirt.

"Like you're doing to me right now?"

A squirt, half on my belly, half on my skirt.

Even after it had confirmed my suspicions - effectively admitting that it was manipulating me, and probably had been for some time - I continued asking questions. And what was more, I had no intention of moving out of its line of fire.

"Am I your owner?"

Nothing.

"Am I your... slut?"

Nothing.

"Am I your... whore?"

Nothing. God, I didn't even know why I was asking all these questions; they were completely irrelevant and served no purpose - other than making my cunt wet again.

As I thought for a second of how else I could describe this relationship, I looked at the cum on my leg, knee, skirt and belly and it suddenly hit me.

"I am just a sperm receptacle to you, aren't I?"

As a big squirt splattered against my belly button, I slid my hand into my skirt and into my panties and started playing with my clit, right there in the open.

"Not a person, but an object!" I grunted.

A big squirt landed on my top.

"Just a stupid cum dump!" I added.

A giant spurt hit me smack in the middle of my face. My fingers were going berserk on my clit now. 

"More!" I grunted as I was beginning to lose control over the situation.

Another big ribbon of cum splattered against my nose and creamed my left eye shut. Then another one, and another one. Sperm was literally dripping down my face.


The Carpet Cleaner



The carpet cleaner wearily strode to his last customer's door. He peered down at his work order. 

"Mrs. Bachman. Hmrph." Probably another old saggy bitch, he mused, adjusting himself as he made his away towards the door. You see, the carpet cleaner wasn't exactly getting satisfied at home by Mrs. Carpet Cleaner, so he derived enjoyment from teasing lonely housewives whose husbands were far too occupied with office matters to tend to their bedroom duties. The carpet cleaner rang the doorbell. He peered around, jealous of the fancy house in which this particular family resided. 

"One day..." He murmured to himself. The door creaked open, and behind it stood a vision of burning sexuality. He felt a stirring in his loins as he blatently stared at her curves. He stood speechless, fully intending to launch into his canned greeting of 'Hi, I'm Jake with Superior Carpet Cleaning, and I hear you have some carpet to clean', but he was stuck dumb by this particular housewife's stunning body and intoxicating eyes. His cock, however, was not. He felt a stirring, deep within his core. 

"Well hello!" She eyed him up and down hungrily, and coyly said, "You're with Superior, correct?"

"Uh..uh...Yes!" He stammered, attempting to regain his composure. Normally, he was the object of desire for the lonely lass, but in this case, the tables were turned. He felt his cock throb, as if screaming at him to FUCK THIS WOMAN. Luckily, he regained his normal suave demeanor, and smoothly asked, "Well let's see the carpet then!"

"Come on in, are you are thirsty?" She asked as she strode into her foyer, almost deliberately showing off her smooth, creamy, long legs. 

"No miss, thank you." He said, but he thought, 'I bet you're thirsty for a tall draught of carpet cleaner come!' She led him around the house aimlessly, showing him the kitchen, the dining room, and the family room, none of which were carpeted. 

"Miss, I'm a carpet cleaner, I'm not equipped to clean hardwood. Can you the show me the carpet?"

"But of course!" She bubbled. "How rude of me! The carpet is in the bedroom!" She sauntered up the stairs. The carpet cleaner closely followed, catching a glimpse of sweet, innocent pink and white gingham panties. He had to forcefully will himself back from staring up her practical little sundress. "Here it is, she beamed, motioning to the floor of the hardwood bedroom, complete with a four-post bed and victorian looking dresser. He blinked a few times, almost spouting, 'there's not carpet in here!' but then, he realized her intent when he looked into her eyes and saw the simmering sexuality cooking there. 

"Nah-ah-uh!" She said said tauntingly, waving her first finger in the air. She threw herself upon the luxurious bed, spread eagled, her practical sundress leaping back to give him a view of that which he desired. 

"But miss..." He smirked as he slyly spouted. "There's no carpet in this room, only hardwood floor!"

"But there is carpet!" She nearly squeaked as she grasped the hem of her sundress and pulled it towards her chin. "And I assure you.." She purred, "There will be more hard- wood." Her lonliness and sexual frustration had become readily apparent. He could smell her sex wafting up from behind those dainty, innocent undergarments as she revealed them fully to him. He paused, unsure of his next action. 

"Well? You're here to clean the carpet, correct?"

"Why, yes I am!" He growled, no longer holding back the primitive urges of his cock, which bulged, and strained the stitches that held together his work pants. He unbuttoned his pants to release the pressure a bit, his cock being far from normal sized, and his customer fell back upon the bed. "Well miss, you see...I don't know how many carpet cleaners you've had up here to clean, but we use bigger tools at Superior Carpet Cleaning." He unleashed his impossibly thick, ridiculously veined, curved carpet cleaning tool from his protesting work pants. She gasped, her eyes wide, but not nearly as wide as her guest's throbbing cock. 

"My, my my!" She gasped lustily. "You aren't kidding! But before you put that on my rug, I would like to inspect it!"

"But of course miss! The customer is always right..." He rumbled as he offered his massive cock to her sweet, moist lips. She dropped to her knees, looking deep into the handsome carpet cleaner's eyes. His eyes reflected the intent of hers..A desperate, burning passion. She opened her mouth wide, wider than she thought she would ever would have to do, and slid his equipment across her hot tongue, into her waiting mouth. He rumbled his appro- val as his piece slid back and forth across her hot tongue. "I thought I was her to clean the carpet?" He asked in a teasing tone. She paused, still holding his cock, his destruct- ive force in her hand. 

"I have to make sure the equipment is sound before I have you drag it across my carpet, don't I?" Her eyes sparked. The carpet cleaner could smell her sweet pussy from his standing position, her musk overwhelmed his sense of reason, it made his head swim. He wanted nothing more in his life than to be balls deep in that heavenly honey-pot. 

"Lady..." He growled as he grabbed her hair, jerking her head back. "Not only do I have a gigantic carpet cleaning tool, but rest assured, I know how to use this big thing." She made a mild squeaking protest as he pulled her head back farther, his big calloused hand tightening it's grip on her silken raven hair. He threw her back violently upon the bed, his cock standing stiff in front of him like some mindless, muscular storm trooper. It was the biggest cock she'd ever seen. She was doubtful that it would even fit her in sweet little slit. He apparently sensed some of her apprehension, seeing her eyes grow wide at the size of his piece. "Aww..." He said in a mockingly sympathetic tone of voice. "You've never seen this this big of a carpet cleaning tool before!" He grabbed it at its base and rubbed its leviathan head onto her panty covered gash. It glanced her clit several times, she felt the hot wetness oozing out uncontrollably as her ripe pussy began to swell. She blushed uncontrollably. His eyebrows raised. "Well! These are very dirty carpets!"

"These carpets haven't been cleaned in quite a while..." She gasped, her breathing deep and heavy, her sexuality taking over her body, her breasts heaving rhythmically. "They are quite dirty!" She exhaled hotly, moving her body to grind her clit on his hot broad head.

"Well, miss, It's about time I get to work, don't you think?" He smiled. 

"I do!" She said as she threw her hand around his thick muscular neck. It reminded her of the the neck of a horse, and the thing he was rubbing between her legs also reminded her of a certain horse appendage. He cracked a demonic smile as he ripped her panties off of her. The smell of her womanhood wafted up to his nose, inciting a hormone riot. His cock surged outward even further (he thought it impossible, but apparently it was). She begged him with her wide, doeish eyes, and he obliged. 'The customer is always right!' He thought as he lowered his masculine, stubble covered face to her soft, quaking cleft. A throaty moan escaped her lips as he dipped his warm tongue into her love. He lapped gently, from the top of her slit to her inviting moist hole. Her musk invaded his brain, told him to ravage her, to destroy her with his massive cock, but he held back. The carpet cleaner was going to give this particular customer her money's worth. His tongue danced, all the while, the happy customer crying out in ecstacy. Her well manicured hands grasped at his short, cropped hair, urging his face deeper into her taint. She quivered, and she came for the first time. It would not be the last. 

Oh no, it wouldn't. He lapped gently as she descended from her orgasmic shudders. He pursed his lips and shook his head disappointedly. 

"Well...This carpet is going to need a deep clean. A very deep clean." He said in a cocky manner, stretching back from her moistness. He rolled his head, and cracked his neck deliberately. She stared up into his deep eyes, he looking like Mars himself towering above her, a faint sheen of sweat blanketing his brow. 

"Oh will they?" She asked in a wispy, inquisitve tone. 

"They will." The carpet cleaner rumbled as he guided the biggest cock she had ever seen into her warmth. Despite its size, it slid inside easily. It was a nice fit for him, but if she were not as dripping wet as she was, it would have been quite painful. She felt the definitition between the head and the shaft of his brutal cock, and the outline of every vein as he delved deep, deeper than any man ever had into her pussy, but it was more than that. He drove his dire lance into the very core of her being. She couldn't breathe, it felt as if he was driving his hot manhood into her lungs, puncturing them, killing her with this monster that he normally kept caged behind a straining zipper. He shook his head, and pursed his thick lips once more. 

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." He said. "You've let your carpets get very dirty. You've gone far too long without a proper cleaning." He gyrated his hips expertly, and drove his rod directly into her sweet spot. She stiffened, and drew in air sharply, unable to even cry out or moan, the pleasure being so great. She was astounded as the accuracy of this carpet cleaner's cock. He tilted his head dramatically. "What's that? It seems we have a problem spot here. I'll have to scrub really hard to get his one out!" His growl ascended as the tempo of his thrusting picked up. With each thrust, she drew in another sharp gasp of air. "It's a tough spot!" He snarled as he threw her shapley legs over his work hardened shoulders. She marveled at how he had this giant, destructive tool, yet he wielded it as expertly as a master fencer would wield his blade. Nimble, yet as subtle as a battering ram, rubbing all the good spots in her quivering mound. She couldn't take it any more, his stong arms pinning her down, the musty sweet scent of his sweat as he worked his magic on her. His snarling pant, his strength, the essence of man, on top of her. She climaxed violently, harder than she had ever in her entire life. She bucked ferociously, vainly struggling to break free, but arms held her to the silken sheets, as solid as marble pillars while he continuously drove his cock into her guts, prolonging her orgasm even further. She screamed, a mix of pure pleasure with a fair dose of pain, he laughed. 

Eventually, he thrust slower, as her orgasm wound down. Fine beads of sweat dotted her skin, her eyelids bobbing lazily, her breath labored. He slid his extra long tool out of her slowly. It glistened in the low light, completely soaked by her come. He looked hardly out of breath, and she felt as if she had just run a marathon. He stared hungrily at her firm breasts. The dimming light in the room reflected beautifully off the beads of sweat that had collected on her bosom. It reminded him of the sea at night, the way the moonlight kisses the waves. He couldn't resist. He lowered his to one round, succulent breast and languidly dragged his tongue across its surface. He gently smacked his lips, tasting the salty flavor of her sweat. He licked his lips deliberately, further savoring the taste. Although her pussy throbbed and ached, she wanted more. 

"Delicious." He whispered, his sultry eyes foreshadowing her fate. She was ready for whatever cleaning method the handsome, strong technician may use next. He roughly rolled her over onto her belly. "Up. On your knees. NOW." The commanding tone of his voice left no room for arguement. She was his, and there was nothing she could do about it. She dutifully staightened her knees, and stuck her perfect rear into the air, her head buried in the mass of clean smelling sheets. The breeze from the open window tickled her naked skin as the rough hand of this brutish carpet cleaner spread her thickly swollen lips open to accept his girth...And accept it she did. He wasted no time in plunging his curved mass into her moist depths. He slid it in slowly, teasingly, all the way until it hit the back wall of her dripping love cove. "My turn, bitch!" He snarled as he grabbed a handful her hair and thrust rapidly..more rapid than she than ever imagined possible, all the way to the back of her softness, his hardness distending her, feeling as if it were tearing her apart. He growled rhythmically, she took this as pleasure. His impossible cock throbbed, pushing against the walls of her slick cunt even farther. Like an approaching storm, she felt his orgasm building. This turned her on immensely, and she felt her own orgasm surging forth. His cock jackhammered away, and the power of her own orgasm washed over her in a wave. She bit into a pillow to keep herself from howling like an alley cat. His cock pulsated once more, she felt his mighty cock muscles clench as he ripped it out of her. He whipped her around, and threw her, still quaking from her orgasm, onto the bed. He pumped his cock madly with his hand, and after a few moments, he spewed his hot seed forth. It covered her like napalm, hot gobs of it sticking to her skin. His head tilted back, staring with his eyes closed at the heavens. He shuddered a final time, fired one more gout of his hot come upon her creamy skin, then looked down at her with a crooked, devious smile. 

"Thanks for the tip lady!" He chuckled as he rolled off the bed. He slipped his tight work pants and shirt back on, and gave her a sly wink and a wolfish smile. "Thank you for choosing Superior Carpet Cleaning, please...PLEASE have us back." She stood up from the bed, her lean body glistening with sweat and his hot, salty load. She touched the side of his handsome, stubbly face. 

"I will. Don't you worry one bit, you've made yourself a repeat customer." She whispered. He kissed her wordlessly and deeply, then walked out to his work van and drove away. 



The Carpet Cleaner



A few years ago, I hit that place in life where I had the "perfect" suburban lifestyle.

Married man with two small children, a townhouse in the subdivision and a mortgage that was a little too large for comfort. My wife was at home with the children, and had reached the stage in her life where she was tired all the time and nothing was going "right". We desperately needed a holiday, but after the milk and bread, and the diapers, there was barely enough for a movie rental.

I decided to start my own carpet cleaning business. The advertisements claimed that you could work part-time and supplement your income, and before you knew it you would have a business that would be successful beyond your wildest dreams. The company would even solicit appointments for you and you could build your business along the way!

They didn't mention that this was going to be very hard work. In the winter time the equipment would always freeze up as you went from job to job, and you would work up such a sweat doing the job that when you went back outside, you would have instant ice on your body parts and your clothes would freeze stiff. 

If winter was uncomfortable, you can imagine steam cleaning a house on a hot summer day.

Luckily, some of the jobs were in the evening, after getting home from my day job, and on this one occasion, I was sent into the "artsy" part of the city to a high-rise apartment building, with air conditioning.

The name of the person was Miss. ---------. It was a long foreign name that I couldn't pronounce. However, it was a single woman and that always had possibilities.

I entered the building with all my equipment and went up the elevator to the floor. The apartment door was ajar, so I knocked and pushed the door open. 

She came to the door quickly, a little out of breath, and invited me in. She had just returned from work and had rushed to be there in time for the 7 pm appointment. Other then having removed her shoes, she was still fully dressed in professional office attire and as I had suspected, was originally from a far away land. She was beautiful.

She was probably in her late 20's, living on her own and had a fairly uncluttered apartment. This was a carpet cleaners dream. We are usually called in once or twice a year to clean up all the "shit" that accumulates since our last visit. 

I looked at her in the evening light streaming through the window. Although it was summer outside, she had a full skirt that was mid-calf with a dark shiny wine colour. It flowed with her as she moved from place to place. Her light yellow blouse was a wrap around style that tied at her side, but crossed low across her bosom, reveling a full cleavage. . Her breasts were full and bound tightly in order to squeeze them and push them out and up at the same time. A little frilly camisole crossed her breasts to give the allusion of some modesty.

She had full, jet black hair, that had been styled and set just so, and her dark skin colour gave her a warm mellow glow. Her lips were full and pouty and looked so soft. A little round nose was perfectly placed between the most inviting eyes I could remember gazing into. Her ears were made to nibble on. 

She smiled coyly at me as I lost myself in her gaze.

I must have been a bit red with embarrassment, as my mind had already wandered to full copulation and eruption. 

I squeezed my thighs together slowly to trap my stiffening cock as it was rising in anticipation.

I seldom wore any underwear when I was doing this work. I love the feeling of being free and I could always grab a quick feel or lean on the pulsing vacuum hose as I was going about my tasks, always lost in the fantasy world of visualizing what went on a few hours before in the bedrooms that I was cleaning. My uniform was a sweat band to keep the perspiration out of my eyes, a sweat shirt, even in the summer, to absorb the streaming sweat, and sweat pants. There was an elastic waist to keep them from falling down, but loose enough to hide "Mr. Stiffy". On the odd occasion that I could fantasies myself into an orgasm, my spunk would mix with the sweat and be absorbed into the material. Socks and running shoes completed the "look".

I quickly tried to compose myself, bathed in her smile and lovely eyes, and I said that I should have a quick look around before beginning and asked if she had any areas that needed special attention.

The living room/dining area were fairly clear except for the usual sofa and chair and dinette set. The hallway was well worn, but just the usual traffic area. The bedroom was fairly large with a queen sized bed pushed into the far corner under the window, a dresser between the bed and the closet with a small bed side stand in between. 

It was evident that there was no man in this place. There were cosmetics on every horizontal surface and frilly things on the door knobs. I looked around trying to find something to say and discovered what looked like powder all over the dark carpet, at the foot of the bed and in front of the dresser. I quickly mentioned that this was not good for the carpet, but she explained that the vacuum wouldn't pick it up.....and so on.

I invited her to relax and I would be through before she knew it. She said she was very tired and would stay in the bedroom until I got there. I went into the bathroom to get water for the steam cleaner. My cock was hard and wanted some attention. I grabbed a quick stroke or two and ran the water. Perspiration was running down my back and the sweat band was soaked before I even started working. There were stockings and frilly panties over the shower curtain rod. I was tempted to stroke my cock with her panties, but I didn't know if she could see me from where she was. I decided to leave it for now, but I might snatch them on my way out. 

Normally after the quick walk through, I would move the furniture away from the walls before going about my tasks. The only furniture that would need to be moved was in the bedroom and "she" was there. I always opened the top drawer of any dresser or table in order to move them......actually to look for underwear, vibrators, condoms, porno magazines or tapes....anything that would feed my fantasies while I worked.

I must confess....at different times, I found all of the above. Even now after a few years have passed, I can still get hard, and make the "precum" flow when I think of these things.

Anyway, I decided to start out in the living area and worked my way up the hall as quickly as I could. I entered the bedroom and she was lying on her back on the bed with her feet on the floor at the foot. Her dress was pulled up to her knees and she turned her head to look at me and smiled. 

I turned the noisy machine off and she said, "I'm so tired." I gazed at her as I moved over toward her. I said that I usually moved the furniture away from the wall but I could leave it if she wanted. She sat up on one elbow and turned toward me. Her full breasts shifted and seemed to flow to one side. Her right breast popped out of her top and the dark circle became exposed. Her nipple was as large as the end of my thumb and stuck straight out. My cock immediately jumped to attention!

I saw perspiration on her forehead as I stood there totally mesmerized.

Then she said in the sluttiest voice I have ever heard, "Come and clean my carpet."

She started pulling the hem of her skirt up, revealing her shapely legs. She was spreading her legs slowly. I almost ran to the foot of the bed. I hoisted her legs over my shoulders as her dress fell up onto her belly. I grabbed the waist band of her panties and yanked them off her. Her head dropped onto the mattress and her breasts wallowed up on her chest. She had removed her bra at some point and I could now see her heavy soft full mammeries.

The panties were soaked and I threw them to the side. Her thick juicy pussy was wet and covered with a thick raven black bush. The bush had a dusting of powder rubbed into it and it had become caked to the fur and made it look matted. There was "girl slim" running down out of her cunt onto her ass crack. 

This was going to be a funky fuck for sure.....no pussy munching this time. I pushed my sweat pants down until they dropped around my ankles and I pressed forward. My cock was erect and swollen. It could smell the funky pussy smell and wanted to dive in. I still had her ankles on my shoulders as I plunged forward and fucked her. I drove it right in to the hilt the first time. She was sloppy wet and hot. I could feel her velvet softness, but she was so slimy wet I couldn't feel her squeeze me. Over and over I plunged into her depths. We made fucking slurping sounds as I felt her juices squirting onto my balls and crotch. I was weak from thinking about her for the last hour and now I could hardly thrust into her anymore. I heaved into her with all the strength I could muster as my man seed erupted and mixed with her juice.

I pulled out of her and looked at the sloppy mess all over her pussy and my cock. The smell was overwhelming. I waddled like a penguin to the bathroom with my sweat pants around my ankles cradling my cock and balls in order to keep the cum and pussy juice from dripping all over. When I reached the sink, I stood up on my tip toes and hung my cock and balls over the edge of the sink while I splashed warm soapy water over the well used parts. I quickly dried off and reached down to pull up my sweat pants. When I turned around to return to the bedroom I saw her lower body jerking back and forth.

I walked into the room and watched her wildly stroking her pussy with one hand while she tweaked at her swollen nipple on her breast with the other. The breast was drawn up into a conical shape by her vigorous nipple manipulation. Her eyes were fluttering and she was biting her bottom lip. I'd never seen a hand and fingers move so quickly. They were almost a blur as she rapidly rubbed her clit. Her body writhed back and forth and she made these low guttural noises as if she was possessed.

I reached back into my pants and stoked my cock. It was hard and damp, but a little sensitive from the workout moments ago. I wanted to enjoy the "show", but it seemed natural to stroke my cock quickly in time with her undulating body. I felt my juices begin to boil and I eased up a little bit. I didn't want to cum to fast, and I didn't even know if I could so soon.

It didn't take very long before she lurched forward. Her feet left the floor and her legs stretched straight out. They seemed to spasm and they slapped together, trapping her hand between her legs. She kept heaving her pelvis up and squeezing her thighs together. I thought I heard the bones in her hand crack.

As I watched her display her passion, I felt an orgasm rise up out of my balls. I jerked once and then again as I watched her. A few droplets ran out of my dick-head, but for the most part it was a "dry cum". I could hardly stand there, my knees felt so weak. I looked into her sweet face and saw her eyes rolling back.

Finally her clamped thighs released their hold on her hand and her deformed nipple began to return to its original shape. She seemed to gasp for air for a long time. I could see her pulse in her neck as she began to relax and return to the present surroundings. The stench of sex filled the room.

I looked around at the disarray. My machine lay in the doorway with hoses all over. The carpet still needed to be cleaned.

I reached down and pulled my sweat pants up. My cock was sore from the abusive rubbing I had given it. I looked at the female form on the bed. Her legs were hanging off the end of the bed. Her panties were on the floor. Her dress was around her waist and under her ass. The residue of our passion ran down her crack and had pooled on her dress, and no doubt had leaked through onto the bed. Her breasts seemed to spread and were sliding to each side of her chest. One breast was totally exposed while the other seemed to be trapped under the tie belt of her top.

She sighed heavily and tried to roll on her side. "Do I ever feel fucked" she said.

I laughed right out load. Of all the things I had expected to hear, that was the last.

She started to giggle softly and asked me to help her up. She was a dead weight, but we managed to get her on her feet. She went to the bathroom and I figured I had better finish what I had come there to do and get home. I had the feeling that the woman at home would soon be sending out a search party. I had very little strength left, but I worked the wand back and forth over the carpet areas. I knew what was on the carpet, and thought it would be best to have it cleaned up. I glance at the bed that was in disarray. The cover had a huge wet spot on it, as I thought it would. 

It only took a few minutes and the work was done. I shut the machine off and started to pack it up. I returned to the bathroom to drain the residue and dirty water from the cleaner.

There she was, lying in a bubble bath with water up to her chin. Her breasts seemed to float on the surface and one hand was hidden under the water. I could only guess that she was still diddling her twat. She had this passive look on her face as she lay there. I finished what I was doing and looked over at her she reached up and fondled my cock through my sweat pants. Then she silently mouthed the word thank you, and blew me a kiss. 

I left her apartment with all my cleaning equipment and pulled the door closed behind me. Now I had to think up a good excuse for being away from home so long.



The Carpet Layer Loved And Laid



I'd called to a friend's house to lay a carpet and found everything ready which was a good start, the floor was clear and ready for the underlay which went down quite easily on the rectangular floor which measured about fourteen by eighteen feet.

My friend Peter helped me carry and drag the new carpet in from the hallway which had a pattern that lined up with walls without any problems and after an hour of squaring up and cutting the job was done.

Peter went for a shower while I sat down with a refreshing cup of tea, the smell of the new deep pile carpet gave the room a feeling of freshness and as I looked out through the patio doors and across the sun filled green and leafy garden with trees which bordered it I thought that things were finally coming together for Peter.

He'd bought the house with the large rambling garden a few years ago with his then girlfriend who had left him after changes took place between them, he'd struggled to buy her share of the house and keep up with the mortgage payments but had now turned a corner and at last had enough money to start bringing the house up to the standards so deserving of it.

Peter walked into the just carpeted room and began picking up the off cuts and small pieces I'd trimmed where required and placing them in a large clear polythene bag, I was pleasantly relaxed and watched Peter as he knelt down to pick the various pieces of carpet up, he was just past thirty very willowy with his blonde hair styled in a soft way which went well with his feminine grace, Peter was gay.

As he straightened up I looked at his lower legs, lightly tanned and hairless, he wore only a towel around his waist which ended at his knees and from the waist up he was equally hairless and lightly tanned; Peter got down on his hands and knees to scratch at small trimmings with his finger tips and manicured nails then slowly made his way along the wall and past me.

His left knee brushed against my outstretched left foot and as he moved forward and the towel fell slowly from around his waist, my gaze immediately upon his arse, I looked intently at the curve of his buttocks which like the rest of his body was free of hair, Peter obviously knew that I could see everything but continued to pick up errant pieces of carpet while my eyes drank in what was in front of me.

Peter turned to a little to the right which meant I was looking at his smooth rounded arse which I was finding rather attractive, without looking back at me he began talking, almost to himself it seemed.

"This fluff will get everywhere, sticks to wool, nylon, denim and cotton, damn stuff sticks to everything, best take your socks off and brush them before you take it everywhere you go..."

He shuffled back slowly until his right knee was level with my left foot, then he lifted and swung his right leg over my feet until he was straddling my legs and I was looking along his smooth back and over his head.

Gentle fingers slowly found their way into the top of my black cotton ankle socks, I gasped involuntarily as the sensation of caring hands filled me with excitement and a feeling of well being and as a result I momentarily closed my eyes and then as the first sock was sensually rolled off I once again opened my eyes and found myself staring at this wonderful feminine looking arse.

As the same deft fingers and hands began to remove my right sock I watched my hands as they rose and slowly reached out for the wonderful arse only a few feet away from my face, it was as if an unknown force controlled my hands and arms as they ever so gently floated over the hot soft silky smooth skin, dreamily my head lolled forward as the last sock came off.

I didn't notice Peter's head dip slowly down to my feet so it was an almost electrical sensation that sparked on my big toes and coursed through my feet and legs as Peter kissed and kneaded my toes.

It was as if I was in a hypnotic state, I was aware of hitherto unknown and powerful sensations flowing throughout my body and limbs whilst not being in control of my situation, but the softness and sweet fragrance of Peter's body carried me forward in this dreamy journey of peace.

My hands were now on Peter's hips weakly pulling his warm arse closer to my face as he nuzzled my toes and feet, he arched his back as he shuffled back closer to me and then I was in kissing distance of his rounded cheeks.

I looked at the fleshy slit, it was quite thick with a welcoming pout as it flexed while my hot breath covered it in almost ragged gasps of desire; my tongue seemed to pull my head forward as it made contact with Peter's desirable bottom.

My tongue laid a moist trail the length of his slit and around it, I began to lap away whilst cupping his bum in my hands, my tongue probing the salty pouting flesh as I sucked, licked, lapped and kissed my friend's very lovely arse.

I knew I had a hard on like I'd never had before and I became very much aware of it when one of Peter's hands began to squeeze it through my cargo pants.

Without speaking he got up off his knees and pushed his bum into my face, he bent his knees lowered himself to what he found to be a suitable position then held his cheeks apart for me to bury my face between, he pushed back forcefully, my head pressed against the contoured wallpaper as he writhed on my face, then he was sliding up and down, up and down, slowly, again and again, writhing against my mouth then up and down, there was no let up, he was moaning and groaning as pleasure ran across and into his wet and not so tight arse.

Peter moved forward turned around and pulled me by my ankles until I lay flat on the new carpet, he quickly straddled me and began to unbutton my shirt, then he was kissing me, soft pliable lips flowed over mine and seemed to bond us, a passion I had never experienced before overcame me as we kissed deeply and lustily on the new carpet.

I felt experienced but gentle hands unfasten my belt and waistband button and then jerkily tug down the zip as I pressed my backside into the carpet to try and ease the operation, Peter grasped my trousers by the bottom of the legs and pulled them off me smoothly and quickly which left only my pants to contain my bulging erection.

A hand snaked its way under the waistband of my pants and eager fingers curled around my throbbing cock in such a way I thought I would faint with pleasure just as the other hand cradled my head and our lips met once again.

The hand stroking my iron hard cock continued to make me sigh and gasp while the other one unbuttoned my shirt until it fell open and my firm belly and hairy chest were exposed; without thinking I raised my backside off the soft carpet so Peter could remove my pants with ease and I could then freely stretch out and feel his hands and mouth explore me.

His right knee pressed against my tight balls as he tugged my shirt from my shoulders, I raised my legs and wrapped them around his slim waist and as I pulled him in closely I became aware of the heat and softness of his lovely clear skinned body.

Peter lay down next to me and his gentle hands encouraged me to roll onto my side and face him, I pushed my left arm under him and pulled him in closer as my right hand began caressing his back, his head, his shoulders and his pliable arse.

My fingers traced the curve of his waist and up to his ribs, along his spine and across his shoulder blades and then combed their way through his soft silky hair and back down to fondle his soft warm arse. 

Our lips met and we kissed lovingly our cocks pressed together and the kiss became deeper, Peter's tongue was on mine in my mouth, I had never felt such feelings of sexual excitement as we kissed and caressed, not rushing but savouring each second of the ecstasy that we shared, the fingers of my right hand were now between Peter's cheeks gently stroking his pouting hole.

My middle finger found his slit which was still wet from the tonguing I'd given it, a little teasing and tickling and my finger tip was inside his asshole which was pulsing and gripping my finger, not wanting me to take it out. 

I was in up to my knuckle and he loved it as I rotated it and touched him inside, Peter pulled me in to him and kissed me as his hands roamed over my face and body.

We lay there kissing and caressing each other for a long time, not wanting to stop or lose a second of the passion that electrified the two of us until we lay there just holding each other.

Peter's left hand began floating over my hard shaft, his thumb sliding along in the precum with was oozing from my cock, he brought his hand up in front of my face and licked the precum from it and then he licked my lips while squeezing my stiffness.

He pushed me over onto my back and pulled my feet together then straddled them as he rocked back and forth rubbing his hole on my feet before leaning forward and taking my cock in his mouth.

Someone once said a 'blowjob is a blowjob' but this was certainly not the case, my cock is about 8" long and something like half of it was in Peter's very attentive mouth where his tongue seemed to be wrapping its way around it.

His tongue ran up and down my shaft as his hot wet mouth and lips kept up a constant contact and suction around my throbbing knob, as his lips and mouth slid down the end and quite a way along the shaft I pressed my arse into the carpet in an attempt to get away from the intense pleasure which was taking my breath away and causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head.

Fingers were now kneading and squeezing my balls as some others pinched my nipples while my head was pressing into the carpet in conjunction with my arse as my back arched then relaxed while a strong tingling flowed from my balls and through my belly and arse, I couldn't take much more and Peter knew it.

He got up and turned around, lowering his arse onto my face, gasping and panting I weakly licked at his salty asshole, running my tongue over and around it, probing my way into it and then Peter was up, he lay belly down with his face on the right side as he looked out of the patio doors at the green tranquil leafy garden.

He spread his legs then raised them from the knees while holding his ankles, his hands were then on his arse and spreading his cheeks, I looked at his asshole and began to lick it but Peter had other ideas.

Without placing all my weight upon him I lay on him using my knees and left hand to support myself while my right hand held my twitching cock and slowly rubbed it over Peter's soft hole as he continued to hold his cheeks apart.

His lovely asshole was wet due to my eager licking and sucking of it and my cock was wet thanks to his awesome mouth and the precum which seemed to be running from it, I kept making circular probing movements until I felt my end sink into the wet warmth.

I pushed in and pulled back until I knew it was just one firm push was all that was needed to enter him.

I pulled back and squeezed some precum from my cock and rubbed it into Peter's asshole just to make sure and then I pushed my way gently but deliberately into him.

He gasped as my end entered him and his ring closed around it, muscles throughout my body trembled through the effort of keeping my weight off my lover as well as being caused by the adrenaline coursing through me.

I touched my shaft where it entered Peter and found that it was slippery with precum and saliva so I pulled back fractionally and then pushed in a little more, Peter's asshole was accepting the girth of my shaft so I slowly moved back and forth until I was slipping in and out of his wonderful bum, slippery, grippy, willing and wet.

My cock was inside the arse of another man, an arse that seemed to have thousands of tiny hands inside it stroking smoothing and teasing me, it was warm to the touch on the entrance but oh so hot inside, Peter lowered his legs and told me to roll onto my side whilst remaining inside him – there was not a thing that could have tempted me to slide my very contented cock out of his oh so desirable arse.

Peter positioned himself on his left side on the soft and warmth generating carpet and by way of hooking his right leg around mine and pulling me with his right arm and hand he got us into a spooning position where he could get maximum pleasure from my cock stroking against his prostrate, his boy pussy G-spot as we made sweet love.

I knew without a doubt that Peter had made love with or at least been fucked by other men, men with big cocks judging by the way his asshole had slackened around my cock which like me was thoroughly loving its introduction to homosexual intercourse.

Thinking of other men enjoying the exquisite pleasures that were currently mine caused me to thrust with more determination, pushing in as far into Peter's wanting arse as my cock would go, my end twitching with more precum oozing out of it as the intense feelings of well being filled every fibre of my sex charged body.

Knowing that he had kissed other men and sucked their cocks before letting them enter him resulted in my shaft becoming as stiff as an iron bar, an iron bar that was being loved and wooed by this amazing love tube, the body of another man was giving me feelings of well being and fulfilment the like of which I'd never felt or known before.

I was pumping in and out of Peter with speed now, so fast that my end was completely out him for a second or two before plunging back into the hot wet depths of his fantastic arse, Peter would squeeze and release, squeeze and release then pull his cheeks apart and I would bang in and out of him, then he would squeeze me and we'd both gasp, I'd push right into him and feel my end expand and twitch as homosexual ecstasy flooded my cock and balls then through my belly and limbs taking my breath away and making me gasp as I buried my face in his back.

Sometimes Peter would push back onto my cock, gripping it and pulling it forward with his tightened arse which was such a contrast to the slackness I felt when he gave himself to me when I would plunge into him and feel every soft wet ridge in the muscles of his bum which brushed across the rim of my helmet and brought a tingle to every nerve ending in my shaft.

We were wet with perspiration and glowing with that inner warmth that passionate love making brings about but Peter was tapping my inner thigh with the palm of one hand, did he want me to stop?

I withdrew my slippery cock from Peter's rather slack tunnel of love and found my eyes were drawn to his asshole, it was gaping open and seemed to be pulsating, Peter rolled onto his left side and then onto his back, he raised his legs and beckoned me to go between them, Peter hooked his heels over my shoulders and lifted his arse up off the floor.

My slippery cock homed in on his asshole and without any assistance cock and ass made hands free contact I lunged forward into the wet welcoming heat, our balls mashed together but not painfully as we pleasured each other face to face.

Peter found the position he wanted as I pumped my swollen cock against his boy pussy G-spot.

I kissed his ankles and lower legs, I tweaked his nipples, my fingers traced the shape of his lips and for the first time I held his cock, it was about 6" long and had the same proportions as mine.

I kneaded the end as he had done with mine but I could see that Peter derived far more pleasure from being shagged than being wanked but suddenly he was bucking his arse up and down, his eyes were rolling as the beginning of orgasm began to well up inside him.

His arse was slack and I pumped my cock in and out of it giving him all 8" before pulling out and thrusting the full length back in, Peter's not so tight asshole brushed the surface of my helmet causing a ball tingling sensation and which made me bury my full length in Peter and stop shafting him while he would squeezed and constricted my firm erection until it settled and then we continued to making love.

We both knew that our orgasms were simmering away nicely under the surface but my arms and lower back were becoming weak through keeping my weight off Peter, I wanted us to lie on our sides again so without pulling my cock out of Peter we managed to position ourselves on our left sides and carry on pleasuring each other.

My cock was buried deeply inside Peter and it was stimulating his prostrate G-spot just the way he wanted it to as it stroked back and forth, never coming more than half way out I slid back in as far I could, his bum filled my lap and the backs of his thighs were as one with the front of my thighs, my knees pressed into the back of his and our feet and toes interlinked.

My belly and chest were flat to Peter's back as I sucked a lovebite into his neck, his arse seemed tighter as his legs were together while the soft wet and gripping sensation his asshole was creating around the rim of my cock started the first waves of the incoming orgasmic tide to build up; I kissed Peter's neck as I began to twitch the end of my cock which was buried in his magnificent arse, short deliberate strokes caused us both to moan and gasp, my balls were almost aching as they seemed to pulsate with the semen releasing orgasm that was about to wash through every fibre of my body.

I found Peter's hand on his cock as I caressed his flat soft belly, my index finger was exploring his belly button as the first waves of my orgasm began flowing out through my pulsating cock generated by the almost electrical sensation that was making my balls dance up and down while my semen began to flood Peter's boy pussy.

Peter pushed himself onto my twitching shaft squeezed and kneaded the end of his own cock and began to cum, Peter's arse began grip my cock quite tightly with each semen releasing pulsation of his orgasm; as his cum spurted from his stiff shaft my cum was being ejaculated deep into his lovely homosexual bum.

"Cum inside me, cum inside me, cum cum cum....cum in my bum, fuck me, cum in me, fuck me......"

Peter made lots of low moaning howls and other powerful orgasm related sounds of appreciation and pleasure while I called his name and made the sounds of someone who has never experienced such sexual ecstasy.

"Oh Peter, sweet Peter, oh my Peter, sweet love, oh my love, sweet love my Peter, oh my sweet love..."

My ass balls cock and belly were awash waves of pleasure which left a lovely warm tingling glow flowing through me while the last of my semen left my cock and coated Peter's arse, semen which washed around my cock deep in his arse, a wonderful arse which was giving us both such blissful sexual release and fulfilment, an arse I didn't want to withdraw my cock from.

We lay on our sides, my arms were wrapped around Peter and I held him tightly while we pressed against one and other basking in the after glow of our love making.

I moved my face from side to side across his slender shoulders, my nose and mouth absorbing the scent and taste of his hot clear skin; I felt a wandering finger investigating the amount of semen which was leaking past my softening cock, I didn't think it would soften completely due to the very erotic situation we were in, hooked up together on a very expensive and high quality carpet with a luxurious almost bed like soft feel to it after having had the most intense sexual experience of my life – with another man!

"Okay sweet meat it's damage limitation time, we don't want to get any more cum on my new carpet so we'll get up with your lovely cock staying in my hot spunky ass and walk out of here to the kitchen with your cock plugging me, whaddaya say sexy?"

I didn't say much at all, I couldn't say much at all if I had wanted to, I felt pleasantly drained but too euphoric to speak, I whispered a few words of agreement, sighed and cooed then closed my eyes for a few seconds of anticipation. 




The Carpet Layer Loved And Laid



The thought of the gyrations involved in my stiffening cock remaining in this spunky ass as we walked into another room caused my pulse rate to increase and my hardness to return.

I kissed Peter's shoulders and neck and carefully began to get on 'all fours' in unison with him, Peter used the wall to steady himself as my hands held his rounded hips and kept us together as we rose with Peter walking his way up the wall with his hands.

Once we were upright Peter bent forward to give me greater access to the depths of his hot cumfilled bottom, his asshole tightened, gripping my now stiff again shaft and causing the last of the semen from my recent ejaculation to dribble from my once more eager cock.

"I'm the drill sergeant."

Peter informed me in a soft sexy voice,

"And you're going to have to drill me into the kitchen, slowly marine cadet spunk pumper, slowly..."

My legs were outside Peter's as he squeezed his buttocks together crimping my very contented shaft as his left leg moved slowly forward with mine following and my groin pressed firmly against his spermy arse.

"Steady marine cadet spunk pumper, keep in step or you'll be licking the carpet clean..."

My lover said in tones so sex charged that I stumbled due the heady feeling of just having been seduced.

Peter's hands were now on mine as I held his hips as we slowly but smoothly made our way across the new carpet while bathed in the sunshine that was intensified by the energy efficient glass in the patio doors.

Peter made the sound like that of someone shivering having just been caught out doing something naughty.

"What's up with you sexyass?"

I asked purring at his lovely smooth back,

"Can you imagine what any visitors would see if they came around the back way?"

Peter asked in mock horror, 

"Yeah, me doing you in the back door."

Was my answer to my drill sergeant's question.

"You wouldn't laugh if anybody were to call."

Peter said with a trace of seriousness in his voice,

" I really wouldn't care, honestly, I feel so happy and turned on it wouldn't worry me in the slightest, I think everyone should know what a sexbomb you are – sweetheart..."

At my last remark Peter's arse tightened even further,

"Sweetheart? My my my, I hope I don't let you down my dear, sweetheart? Now that really is sweet of you, kisses for you in the kitchen you naughty boy."

I felt more attracted to him than any woman I'd been with, his voice bathed me in warm balmy waves while his personality drew me magnetically to him and to be perfectly honest I was not worried in the slightest about any unexpected visitors appearing at the window, I was far too excited and falling in love.

Peter giggled in a very feminine way as we thought of various scenarios involving visiting mutual friends but I continued to hold him firmly but gently as we moved as one out of the living room, our legs pressed together, rubbing and keeping us very aroused; as light hearted as the atmosphere was with me stepping partly on Peter's feet we were both very sexually charged as a result of the highly erotic friction being generated as we moved as one through the room and into the kitchen.

I had never fancied other guys although I had always looked keenly at Peter even before he discovered that he was gay probably because he had such subtle feminine mannerisms which were apparent in the way that he would run his fingers through his hair and keeping his knees together as he sat down sideways.

There were so many things he did with classic feminine grace in my company whereas in the company of most others he probably came across as A-sexual, he certainly knew what buttons to push with me and he must have planned my seduction before he even thought of replacing the carpet.

Thinking of myself as a once straight guy just having had anal sex with a gay man excited me, I hadn't just crossed a line, I'd rubbed it out, I'd had homosexual intercourse with a homosexual man, my cock was in the spunky ass of the homosexual man who had so sweetly seduced me, I was having a lovely homosexual experience and I felt very horny and fulfilled as I rolled these thoughts around in my heart and head as my lover and I gently rubbed and bumped against each other as we entered the kitchen with my hard cock being gripped by his wonderful gay arse.

The cool tiles of the kitchen floor were a complete contrast to the carpet we had just left behind replete with drops of semen, Peter's in particular.

The kitchen was equally as large as the living room and just as bright and airy, the varnished light pine woodwork and the biscuit coloured tiles went well together and the red and white small check curtains with their tie backs gave it a warm cosy feeling; on our left was the breakfast table which Peter was heading for as he shuffled forward feet together, knees and back slightly bent his hands holding mine and his asshole still squeezing my shaft which was being fucked by the writhing way in which we moved forward.

Peter leaned forward and steadied himself by placing his hands on the table, he raised his left leg and placed his knee and lower leg on the very comfortable padding of the chair which matched the red and white check curtains and leaned forward resting his chest on the table and his face in his folded arms.

Peter's hot gay arse relaxed it's tight grip on my eager cock as he arched his back and pushed back onto my rigid erection allowing me to fully enter him; my fingers hooked around his hips and my thumbs reached into the crack of his arse and pulled his cheeks apart which made Peter moan and his asshole seemingly suck my cock into him as he pulse gripped my shaft.

I looked down at his asshole which was a slippery shiny pinky purple with a mildly puckered look to it but didn't seem very tight when he relaxed although it never relinquished it's dragging squeezing grip which sent magnificent feelings of unbridled sexual pleasure coursing through my shaft that began in my tingling balls which were swinging and gyrating just behind Peter's.

As I withdrew my hard cock by a few inches from between the hot cheeks of his deliciously gay arse I gasped as I saw his asshole stretched outwardly as it hung on to my swollen shaft; the heat inside his wonderful bum kept me stiff and full of desire for my end to remain deep in him where the source of our mutual pleasure began.

I pulled most of my cock out of Peter until only the tip remained in the soft sweet grip of his ring, I pulled my tight foreskin fully back until my shaft was a solid unyielding length which I pushed back into him while still keeping the skin of my cock taught by holding it tightly at the base with my finger and thumb.

Peter's arse tightened as he realised what I was doing, I continued to squeeze the base of my shaft thereby keeping the skin taught which heightened the strong sensations of ecstasy that were beginning as a tingle in the rim of my helmet and then spreading through it and down to the sensitive underside and saddle area behind it; every ridge in the soft though muscular insides of his arse brushed the entire surface of my very firm erection creating sharp waves of pleasure that would soon become an orgasmic torrent of lust filled bliss.

My thighs were pressed firmly into the backs of Peter's legs and my thumbs were now holding his cheeks apart again while stretching his asshole open as my sperm laden cock slid in and out of his wonderful opening and then back deep inside of him.

My thumbs were wet from the semen I had spurted into him only a very short while ago and which had been leaking out around my cock but maintaining a lovely liquid bond between us, my fingers dug into his hip bones as I began thrusting deeper and harder, Peter began his low moaning howl as my erection continued to stroke back and forth along his prostrate, my hands were now on his shoulders and then his sides as they caressed him on their journey back to his waist, his lovely feminine waist, lovely Peter, sexy Peter, boy pussy Peter...

"Oh my love, my sweet Peter, my baby, my sexbomb oh Peter, sweet Peter I'm cumming, gonna fill you up, oh my sweet love....Peter Peter Peter..."

I could feel my cock grow as it expanded when my sperm began spurting into Peter, splashing and coating the inside of his lovely wanting and willing arse.

"Go on hot cock, spunk in me, fill my arse up with your spunk, get your cock right in me, love me fuck me and cum in me..."

Peter's words of encouragement made my cock twitch and tingle even more as I pushed my way deep into him as the last of my sperm flowed from my very hard shaft and into his hot spunky asshole.

The tingling in the end of my cock and the underside of it went along my shaft and into my balls while I held onto Peter, I was moaning panting and sighing as I twitched and pulsated my cock inside him feeling the last of my cum ooze lazily from the end.

My left knee was now also on the chair with Peter's left leg as I lay over him caressing him and kissing his head neck and shoulders but Peter wanted to straighten up.

"Let me stand up babes, please..."

Peter said with a satisfied tone in his voice, he called me babes, wow, I must have made an impression.

I stood up and moved ever so slightly backwards not wanting my very happy cock to leave the wet spunky heavenly asshole it had found so much pleasure in but knowing a separation of these two such compatible bodies had to come at some time.

Peter moved forward and my softening cock flopped sloppily out of his magnificent arse, out from between his lovely round buttocks, from between the two pink orbs that contained the sweetest love slot my cock had ever been in and I watched my cum run out between his cheeks and onto the floor, some ran down the back and the insides of his thighs and there was a lot of it too, I've always shot big loads but this was an exceptional amount due to the fact I'd been so aroused and turned on.

Peter made no attempt to staunch the flow of my semen which dripped freely from him as he wandered feet wide apart around the kitchen leaving small pools on the biscuit coloured tiles.

He picked up a freshly washed pair of his pants from the basket near the washing machine and turned to face me, he held my pleasantly relaxed cock in his left hand and stretched my foreskin back while he wrapped his pants around my shaft and squeezed as he twisted the cotton briefs around it absorbing my semen which hung in a long wet string from the slit in the end.

My head lolled forward to rest in the clavicle of his right shoulder before Peter steered me into the chair which his knee had been resting on a few minutes earlier.

My naked backside settled nicely into the soft cotton cushion just as my back did against the upright matching padding, it was nice to sit down.

Peter had the pants in his hand which he'd used to wipe and dry my cock and I looked on as he opened his legs, bent forward slightly and pressed them in between the cheeks of his arse before tensing and relaxing them then smiling at me, the fingers of his left hand brushed lightly across my back and shoulders as he sat across my thighs, his right hand caressed my face and we kissed softly and then my arms were around him with my face buried in his chest.

Peter kissed the top of my head and said –

"Fancy taking a shower with me babe?"

"After that I'll make us some coffee and something to eat before you have to go."

I really fancied having a shower with Peter and it pleased me to think that he wanted to make me coffee and something to eat before I left but the problem was that I didn't want to leave and I couldn't think of any excuses I would be able to offer my girlfriend as to why I hadn't come home that evening.

I would have to cross that bridge when I arrived at it in the morning......



The Carpet



After taking a few minutes to rest, I used the carpet's convenient 'sucking function' again to clean my clothes, my face, hair and my car seat. Although I was now completely cum free, I still looked like a mess, my hair all entangled, my clothes wrinkled and all my makeup gone. I patiently rode out the rest of the traffic jam, which lasted another hour and a half and continued my route home. Instead of mid-afternoon, I arrived at the factory at around half past six. Everyone had already left, which suited me just fine.

I made my way to the locker room, where all employees showered and changed clothes every morning and evening. I placed the pink, perverted carpet right there on the floor and walked back out, with a huge smile on my face. I knew the carpet would manipulate all of the factory workers into getting on their knees and whacking out a load as soon as it could get them alone. It needed no more than two weeks to accomplish that task, and as an added bonus, it learned all of their names too. So now, whenever I head down to the locker room at night, I can simply choose which employee's load I want to swallow or get a facial from.

I still go on prospection trips, and sometimes I take the carpet with me, but mostly it just stays in the locker room, collecting sperm from all of my employees. And none of them knows or even suspects that their CEO is swallowing - or bathing in - their sperm several times a month...

... all right... several times a week...

... okay fine... every good-damned night!