CLEANED YET AGAIN She phoned him the very next day, and suggested they meet for lunch. The weather was fine, and there was a park further down the street. He knew it to be a popular lunch spot for office workers, though he himself usually just grabbed a sandwich from downstairs and headed straight back to his desk with it. She’d already staked out a park bench for the two of them when he arrived, and he sat down beside her. Though sunny, there was a cool breeze blowing and she had an overcoat on, but that didn’t stop her looking as beautiful as ever. He’d brought them deli sandwiches and coffee. She kissed him lightly on the cheek with her full lips as she took the paper bag he offered her. “Hi lover. Everything okay today?” “Sure” he replied, taking a bite out of a sandwich. “How does it feel to officially be my love slave?” “I’m still getting used to the idea. And still nervous about it.” “Don’t be nervous,” she said sweetly, “I’ll never do anything to harm you.” “But - what about leaving me tied up there with jizz all down my front! That would’ve harmed me for sure!” “That would have been self-inflicted. All you had to do was say “yes”.” “I mainly said “yes” because of that!” “Out of fear? Not out of enjoyment?” He was silent. He didn’t want to answer that one honestly. “Don’t hide your thoughts from me! That was part of the deal, remember?” “Well” he said, “I came back today, didn’t I?” She leaned over and kissed his cheek again. “Yes, you did! You didn’t have to. So why did you?” “Out of enjoyment, I guess.” “Enjoyment of …?” “Of you.” She looked into his eyes a long time. He was sincere. “Thank you, sweetie. You saying that means a lot to me.” They soon finished up their food, and sipped the foam cups of coffee. She slipped a hand between his legs and clutched his inner thigh. It made him feel a little uncomfortable. He’d never ever been a demonstrative person in public. But it was in the fine print of their contract that he must let her do stuff like that, so he didn’t object. In fact, since yesterday his head had been bursting with questions for her. Now seemed as good a time as any. “How come someone as … as, well, as dominating as you, works in my building as a cleaner?” “You mean, why isn’t someone of my obvious high intelligence and shit-togetherness not out working as a rocket scientist, or something like that?” “Um, yeah.” “Because I had to drop out of high school, that’s why.” “How come?” “Problems. Problems at home. Problems with boys. Problems with drugs.” “Do you still do drugs?” “Nope. I still do boys, though.” As if to emphasize this point, she slid her hand higher up between his besuited legs. It was close to touching his balls. “Lucky for me. Where do you live?” “With my aunt. She got me the cleaning job, too. I don’t make enough to have my own apartment, and things are still too heavy with my folks.” “And how does someone of your tender years go getting the idea that they’d like to enslave a man nearly twice their age?” “It started back in high school. Me and some girls had a gang thing going, and we’d been letting guys fuck us from about the time we were fourteen, and for me it wasn’t that great, y’know? But I didn’t know any better, I thought maybe that’s how sex was supposed to be. “Then, round about the time I was sixteen, we caught a boy. One of the girls’ kid brothers, aged about fourteen, I guess. He’d got cheeky to us, so we decided to rape him.” “Rape him?” “Yeah, rape him. I know it sounds bad, but we were just going to pull his trousers down, tease him, make him play with his dick, that kind of thing. None of us had any idea it was even possible for a girl to truly rape a guy.” “And then?” “We had him in the back seat of a car, and he couldn’t get out, couldn’t move ‘cos we were holding him down. We got his pants down, and someone started playing with his dick. I mean, we knew all about dicks, we weren’t virgins. And naturally, his dick got hard. “But the funny thing was, he was crying and begging us to let him go. He was shamed out of his sconce about us all pulling his pants down in broad daylight like that.” “What was funny about that?” “Well, he obviously didn’t want his dick to be hard. But it was. He couldn’t help it.” Her hand moved onto his crotch as she spoke, and she could feel how hard he now was through his suit trousers. She gave it an affectionate squeeze. “Don’t! There’s a lady looking at us!” Sure enough, at a nearby bench there was a frumpy middle-aged woman regarding them with disapproval. She appeared unaccustomed to the sight of sexy black chicks squeezing older white guys’ cocks in public. “I’ll get rid of her!” She looked directly and unapologetically into the face of the lady in question. Her hand never left his crotch for an instant. She just stared the lady down until the creature gave up in embarrassment, and turned away to look something else instead. “Well done! Now, the rest of your story?” “Where’d I get to? Oh, yeah. Marlene continued to jerk the boy off, even as he was whimpering for us to let him go. But what amazed me was, his dick stayed hard throughout. I mean, no way could a girl stay horny if she was being raped. At least, no girl that I ever met.” “Did he come?” “Sure did. It was spectacular. Butt up off the seat, trying to fuck his cock back and forth through her hand. His jizz went everywhere up his front, made a real mess. Then he kept on crying afterwards. He was, like, totally humiliated by it all. But he couldn’t stop from coming.” “So what did you think about that?” Her hand gripped the front of his trousers even more intimately, before replying. “It made me hot. I was so wet down there between my legs. I thought, Wow! Can I make a man fall like that?” “So, could you?” “It took a while. I was still green, and it took time to discover it takes a certain kind of man to succeed with that. But vanilla sex wasn’t enough for me from then on. My fantasies were all about bending a guy to my will, making him serve me, having him helpless to do anything but pleasure me …” She broke off, turned to him, and kissed him full on the lips. A long, slow french kiss that felt as if their lips had melted and fused together. She might have kept that up for quite a while if he hadn’t broken away, but there was one more thing he really wanted to know. “Why me?” “What?” “You said you had a plan to get me. Why did you pick on me?” “Because you’re my type of guy.” “What type is that?” “The type that’s entranced by me, who I can hold in thrall.” Shit! She uses words like “thrall”! “How’d you know I’d be that type?” “You were always so sweet and shy around me. Gee, I only had to glance your way and you’d blush. Plus, you could hardly take your eyes away from my tits.” “You could read me that well?” “Not perfectly, but enough to take a chance on you.” “How many others have you done this to?” “You’re my third.” “What happened to the other two?” “One broke up with me. I was inexperienced, and pushed him too hard. The other had to move away to a new job.” “So I could break up with you too, if I wanted?” “Sure you could. It’s not compulsory to be a sex slave. But it’s necessary, if you want to get anywhere near these.” So saying, she drew his hand to the front of her overcoat and slipped it in between the top and second buttons. His hand straightaway struck naked titty, large and firm and warm. “Fuck! Do you have any clothes on at all under there?” “Panties, but no bra.” “Jesus!” His mind was reeling from the audacity of it. His hand was feeling the lushness of it. He surreptitiously rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger. She kissed him on the lips again, a lingering kiss, and suddenly he didn’t care who was looking at them. He felt like a carefree teenager again. But how far could they go, in a public park in broad daylight? She nibbled her way along to his ear and murmured “There’s a parking building across the street.” He reluctantly took his hand out from her chest and they rose, scurrying between cars to cross the street and disappear down the pedestrian access to the parking building. They came to the first deck. The place was dimly lit, and the parking was full. Row after row of gleaming chrome and paintwork offered some semblance of refuge. The risk of discovery would, however, be ever-present. He followed her in between two SUV’s, whose high rooflines offered most in terms of concealment. She quickly unbuttoned her overcoat and held it open, flasher-style. Dear God in Heaven! A sight to make his knees buckle! Heavy boobs, wasp waist and curvy hips. He moved toward her but she said “That’s close enough! Take your dick out!” He complied, unzipping and holding himself in the curled fingers of his right hand. “Start jacking off!” He did so. “You’re not gonna tie me up?” “Today I’m horny enough without it. Just masturbate for me.” He continued, and he watched as her own hand sneaked down the front of her panties. It made little rotations under the taut triangle of shiny black nylon. His own pace began to pick up. “Kiss me. But don’t touch me” she ordered. He edged closer until their mouths could lock together, but still far enough that their hands were free to be busy. He felt the onset of his orgasm. In their current posture, he was going to shoot all over her. He supposed she must be aware of that. Suddenly she grabbed his buttocks and pulled him in close, wrapping her overcoat around them both. His height was such that his cock got jammed up against her tummy, but by bending his knees he was able to hunker down and press it up against her panty-clad mound. She pulled him down lower still and ground herself against him, until suddenly he was clamped between her thighs with the full length of him thrusting past her slit. This was the closest they’d yet got to actually fucking. The sensation of dry-humping her silky inner thighs, and his consciousness that, but for her panties, he’d be well up inside her pussy right now, was enough to push him to the point of no return. He groaned, as his stuff gushed out and coated the panty gusset. She released him, and regarded his wilting dick, shiny and sticky. “You’ve messed me up!” she observed. “You better clean me up.” He knew right away what that meant. He had to crouch, though. Kneeling on the oily cement floor would have made his trousers filthy. He got to work, despite his interest in that part of her having declined somewhat now that he’d just come. But it was there in the contract, so he honoured it. He’d made a mess alright. Gobs of his semen were plastered across her panties and were dangling down her chocolatey inner thighs. He was easily able to lick it all off her bare skin, but it was too smeared into her panty gusset to make much headway with that. He did his best, and the way her hands gripped his head made it clear she didn’t want him to give up just yet. Then she started riding his face insistently, pulling his head into her and grinding herself against him. She felt things getting ready to roll, and couldn’t help moaning involuntarily as the sensations of orgasm overtook her. He was nearly knocked off balance, but managed to stay up on the balls of his feet. Finally she released him and allowed him to get up. “Thank you, sweetie. I enjoyed that. Did you?” “As always.” She buttoned up, until once again it was impossible to know she only had flimsy black panties on under that coat. Sopping-wet and sticky panties. He glanced at his watch. “Shit! I have to give a presentation in fifteen minutes!” “You’ll make it. I’ll call you. You can take me home to your place next time.” He hurried off. Damn that girl! One of these days, she’d make him forget to even draw breath! Disconcerting, yet soothing. Despite the urgency of getting to his presentation, he still had sufficient wits left to ponder a while on what the most suitable attachment points might be for webbing straps in the bedroom of his home. 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