CLEANED AGAIN


He thought about her a lot over the next couple of 
days.  Wondered if she’d really make good on her 
promise to do him over a second time.  

Promise?  Make that a threat.  He’d found the whole 
thing quite disturbing.

Disturbing that she’d treat him like that.  Squeeze 
his balls, then jerk him off while holding a knife to 
his ear.

Disturbing that, despite such treatment, he’d cum as 
easily and as excitedly as a virginal teenager.

And therein lay the promise.

Was it the situation?  Or was it her fabulous boobs?

He thought it was mainly the latter, that’d enticed 
him to merely tolerate the former.

Well, that’s what he thought.  How right would he turn 
out to be?

He was immersed in spreadsheets of financial 
projections when the familiar light tapping came at 
his office door.  He released the latch and the door 
swung open.  

It was her.

And she was alone.

Pushing the door closed, she walked around and sat in 
the chair opposite his desk, placing a leather 
carrybag on the carpet in front of her.  She had a 
loose white blouse on, and a tailored black skirt.  
Looked quite smart today.  Her sizeable boobs were 
very obvious, despite the loose top.

“Not working today?”

“No, I took the day off.”

Silence.

She regarded him dispassionately.  Coolly looked him 
up and down past long eyelashes as she leaned back in 
the chair.  Checking to see if he still passed muster 
or not.

“Did you enjoy yourself the other day?”

He allowed that he did.

“So did I” she replied. “When I left you, I hadda go 
straight to the Ladies room and finger myself.”

He found this kind of frankness disconcerting.  He 
himself would never admit to a soul that he ever 
masturbated.  Not that he ever did, much.

“What was that about a test?” he wanted to know.  “You 
know, the money …?”

“I figured you to be a guy who normally’d be turned 
off by the idea of paying for sex.  I wanted to know 
what my tits were worth to you.  Whether you’d still 
be hard for me after paying me.  And you were.  It was 
a nice compliment.”

Another long silence as that sank in.

“But enough of chit-chat!”

She cupped her boobs with both hands, uplifting them 
in her blouse.

“Want to play with them again?”

He hesitated.  Embarrassment returned.  But not so 
much as before.  This time, he found her directness  
almost refreshing.  He found himself able to admit his 
need to her.

So he nodded.

She seemed satisfied by this response, but still 
didn’t move out of her seat.  Another silence.

Damn, she looked good!  Truly a Nubian princess.  
Pouting full lips, sexy eyes, fine black features.  

But what did she want him to do?  Did she expect him 
to get up and go to her?  His tension was building.  
And his confusion.

“Last time, you tried to fuck me. I had to protect 
myself.”

She paused for effect.  He felt suitable chastened.

“I’m not ready to grant you that kind of enjoyment of 
me.  I may never.  It’ll depend how things work out.”

She bent forward and opened her handbag.  He got 
treated to a glimpse of milk-chocolate cleavage as her 
blouse gaped down.

She straightened back up, and he could see her holding 
a tangle of straps.  Two broad bands of velcro-backed 
nylon fabric about two-foot long by six-inch wide, 
with inch-wide nylon webbing straps hanging from each 
of them.  They looked for all the world like those 
things doctors wrap around your arm to take your blood 
pressure with.  He was already familiar with those – 
he needed his blood pressure taken fairly regularly 
these days.

“I don’t want to be holding any knife this time.  I 
want both hands free.”

He still didn’t understand.  She could tell by his 
blank expression.

“I want to bind your arms to the chair, so you can’t 
move them.”

His jaw dropped.

“No way!”

She slipped a button of her blouse undone, then 
another, and leaned forward a little.  The glimpse 
he’d had of deep cleavage now expanded to the twin 
swell of big breasts, amply filling and over-topping a 
black lacy bra.

“It’s necessary, for my protection.  I’ll give you 
what you want, but only if your arms are pinned.”

She looked at him demurely, cleavage on display but 
little else.  Just enough to fire his imagination.

“No.  You could pull any kind of stunt with me.  Rob 
me, beat me, whatever!”

“You’ll have to trust me.  I’ll rub my tits in your 
face, and jerk you off.  That’s all, I promise. You’ll 
love it!”

He knew he would.  That was the problem.

She stood up and unbuttoned her blouse all the way.  
Lace-clad brown tits sprang fully into view.  Big, and 
full and round. Looking so large against her petite 
frame, narrow waist, and flared hips. Delicious.

“And if I still say no?”

“Then this is the last you’ll ever see of me and my 
chest.”

Silence.  He was really wrestling with this one.

“Wave my tits goodbye!”

She started to slowly do up a couple of buttons.

He snapped.

“Okay!  But you have to promise!”

“Sure sweetie, I promise!”

She came to him and gently arranged his arms the way 
she wanted them.  With her top all undone, he had a 
ring-side view of her straining bra and their 
wonderful contents.  A view he found both reassuring 
and alluring, as she wrapped the velcro bands several 
times over his forearms and under the arms of his 
high-backed executive-style chair.  

He’d initially been sceptical about the effectiveness 
of such a simple quick-release fastening.  Only when 
both his arms were secured did he realise that, to be 
quick-release, a hand had to be free to release it.  

She was satisfied with her work, and so was he.  It 
didn’t feel at all uncomfortable.  But he certainly 
couldn’t move, or get up out of his seat.  He tried, 
and failed.  And he’d be mortified if anyone else saw 
him like this.  Thank God his office lacked internal 
windows, and had a good lock on the door!

She stripped.  Everything but hot-pink panties.  These 
were sturdy, almost like a bikini swimsuit bottom.

She stood before him.  He was breath-taken.  This much 
of her had not been revealed to him until now.  She 
was a goddess.  Luscious heavy tits, wasp-waist, high 
round ass and shapely legs.  Dark nipples out-thrust. 
Cute face, revelling in his rapt attention.

She stood astride him, cradled his head in her arms, 
and draped her breasts across his face.  His lips 
tried to be everywhere at once on them, sucking at 
their softness, catching the black berries of their 
teats, stroking and smooching, nibbling and licking.  
Arching his hands inwards with difficulty, he found 
his fingertips could only-just caress her silky outer 
thighs.

She loved the titty-sucking.  There always seemed to 
be a direct nerve running from her nipples to her 
inner sex.  Enjoying it immensely, she forced herself 
to pull away after a couple of minutes.  Kneeling 
before him, she unzipped his business-suit trousers 
and fished his dick out through the fly.  It was 
encouragingly erect.

She encircled him with thumb and forefinger, and began 
her ministrations.  It got harder still.

“That good, honey?”

“Yeah, but I want your tits on my face again.  And I 
don’t want any sticky stuff on my shirtfront.”

She stood again, and straddled just one of his legs 
this time.  Leaning forward slightly, her dangled tit 
was easily caught by his yearning mouth.  She still 
had hold of his cock, and it just so happened that her 
fanny was now firmly positioned atop his outstretched 
right hand.

“Finger my pussy through my panties.  We’ll come 
together this time.  Okay?”

In fact, she came first.  She made damn sure of that, 
by slackening her pace on his dick anytime he seemed 
about to shoot, while encouraging his mouth on her 
nipples and guiding his fingertips against her snatch.  
He was thrilled to be touching her between her legs.  
Even through the heavy gusset of her bikini, she felt 
so heated-up, soft and open down there.

When her orgasm hit, it was intense, vibrant, 
exhilarating, just the way she always liked it, and 
the way it always was when she had a guy in this 
situation.  She wasn't so much noisy when she came, 
but there was a lot of pelvic movement, bucking and 
thrusting. 

After that she made him build up steam, wanking him 
with purpose and conviction until he too was gasping 
and shooting, lifting his butt up off the seat as he 
thrust frantically through her grip.  She managed to 
catch almost all of his stuff in the palm of her free 
hand as it fired out, so only a slight dribble marred 
the front of his trousers afterward.
 
“Lick my hand clean, please.”

He did so without argument.  Funny how days ago it 
would have disgusted him to do that.

She dressed slowly and deliberately, letting him watch 
her throughout.  Only when finished did she release 
one of his restraints.  He helped her to get the other 
one off, and rolled it up neatly.

“Was that good, sweetie?”

“Yeah.”

“You did good for me too, baby.  I won’t have to rush 
to the bathroom this time.”

He zipped himself up, and delicately dabbed the little 
spot of cum off his trousers with a tissue.

“Look, I still don’t even know your name!”

“Janelle.”

“I’m Doug.”

“I already knew that.  I’ll come and see you again in 
two or three days time.”

“Why don’t we go to my place, or to a motel?  It’ll be 
more comfortable, and less risky.”

“Here’s fine, for now.  Things are going right 
according to plan.”

“Plan?  What plan?”

She slung her bag over her shoulder and opened the 
door.

“You’ll see.”

She blew him a kiss, and slipped away.



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