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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