("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2009. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Sheena the Cleaner - 2 by Jonbrian (address withheld) *** Sheena receives further discipline for breaking a vase and a major shock when she goes to clean her boss's house again. (MF, spank, anal, beast) *** Author's Note: Well here I am again and to say I am in a state of shock is an understatement. You will recall from my last posting; "Sheena the Cleaner" in Directory 61, that my boss and I have been fucking for some time now but that he also has a penchant for spanking me and likes me dressing in a school uniform for my punishments, despite my being 65 years old. *** PART 2 Since that day he have insisted that I wear my school uniform whenever I clean his house, which is usually a Monday morning. Things had also moved on and a week after my first "Schoolgirl" spanking I had arrived at his house to find a neatly wrapped parcel waiting for me. The contents confirmed his obsession with the whole schoolgirl thing. There were two gymslips in grey and blue, six pairs of school knickers in varying colours; black, green, grey, burgundy, white and brown. In addition there were a couple more pairs of socks; a pair of black gym shoes and two school ties. He clearly had plans for the future which I suspected meant that my poor bottom was going to receive plenty of attention in the coming weeks. This Monday I arrived to find him still at home working in the dining room on his computer but was surprised to find he had company in the shape of a large black Labrador who I soon learnt was called George. He explained that he was looking after it for some friends while they were away for the day hence him working from home. As I went to get my cleaning stuff out of the cupboard under the stairs he called me back. "Before you start I think I should check you are properly dressed." As if reading from a checklist he went on. "Gymslip, grey: Socks white, pumps, white blouse and school tie. Now just lift your gymslip so I can check your knickers." Taking hold of the hem of my gymslip I raised it up to my waist to reveal my knickers; I had chosen the burgundy ones that morning. "Excellent; Mrs. F. but do I not detect that you are wearing tights, and if I am not mistaken they were not part of the uniform I provided you with. Your explanation madam!" I stammered out that as it was January and extremely cold I felt it was alright as they would keep me warm. A brief diatribe about permission and cheek and then I am being sent upstairs to fetch one of his slippers. As I carry it back downstairs I study it noting the shiny leather sole and black leather upper. It is a slip on and very flexible and I wonder what effect it is going to have on my behind. "Over the back of the armchair Sheena and rest your palms on the seat." Being only 5 foot tall this presented a bit of a problem and meant that once I had struggled into position my toes only just touched the floor and I was totally helpless to resist as he lifted the hem of my gymslip and folded it over my back. A thought crossed my mind that at least my tights might afford a little extra protection as long as he did not pull them down. I would like to report that he did not pull them down and no he didn't. However the next thing I knew his fingers were gripping the back seam and then there was the sound of ripping nylon as he shredded them exposing my burgundy knicker clad bottom. A hand in the small of my back holding me firmly in place then without preamble or warning the sole of his slipper is beating a tattoo on the cotton of my knickers. One, two, three, four, five, six in rapid succession and I am crying out, more in shock than pain and wriggling my legs trying to twist out of the way, and then it is over. I raise my head to see the dog sat looking at me its tongue lolling out of its mouth with what looked like a grin on its face and then it got up and moved off. Jonathan's hand is now stroking my bottom soothing me and then a nose is stuck up into my crotch and I feel warm breath on my inner thighs and realise instantly it must be the dog and start to struggle in earnest. "George away; not for you naughty dog." As he shoos away the dog he slips his hand down the back of my knickers and I gasp as his fingers dip between my legs and a probing digit slips into my sex which is dripping with juices. Why oh why does all this get me so excited?" "Nice and wet Mrs. F so it seems a shame to waste an opportunity. The sound of his zipper coming down and the feel of fingers pulling aside the crotch of my knickers exposing my sex. His cock head parting my lips then that wonderful feeling as he thrusts all eight inches deep into my cunt. Hands grasping my hips and then he starts. In and out he goes fucking me long and hard and then he swells and his juices are filling my sex. Out he pulls and readjusts my knickers and with one hard slap to my behind he is sending me off to do the cleaning as he adjusts his clothing and returns to his computer. As I head off I notice the dog sitting looking at me again and my eyes are drawn to the bright red pointed head of its penis sticking out about an inch from its' black furry sheath; glistening in the sunshine that shines through the lounge window. As I move about the house polishing I can feel his come oozing out of me, dampening and darkening the crotch of my knickers but know that to go and clean up is likely to prompt another spanking. Then I am in his bedroom, I have cleaned the mirrored wardrobe doors and am leaning across to move one of his porcelain ornaments when George strikes again and his nose is stuck between my legs obviously attracted by the smell of sex emanating from the soaking crotch of my knickers. Such was my shock and hurried efforts to stand up that the vase slipped from my fingers and dropped to the floor shattering. The sound from downstairs of his chair pushing back and his feet hitting each stair and moments later he is in the room taking in the site of his shattered pottery and my look of horror. The next few moments are a blur as he spins me round and the next minute he is sitting on the edge of the bed and I am head down over hid knees and my knickers and the remnants of my tights are being pulled down to the top off my thighs. His arm goes round my waist and then his palm is slapping down on my naked bottom and I am squealing and wriggling trying to avoid each smack. This is a hard spanking and I loose count after 50 but as I look to my side I can see everything in the wardrobe door. I watch as each slap lands and see my buttocks wobble and legs kick and see my cheeks turn from pink to red and then it is finished and I am lying exhausted across hiss knees, chest heaving and tears running down my cheeks and then it happens again. I watch horrified as George sticks his nose back between my legs and I cry out as his rough tongue swipes across my sex again and again. I am disgusted and excited all in one as the sensations it is creating are wonderful yet my basic sense of decency says I should be repelled by what is happening to me. A voice in the seeming distance penetrates my disorder. "Mount George, mount." My eyes automatically shift to the right and I see the dog get up on its hind legs and in that instant I see everything. Its cock is now fully erect and I am shocked at its size, longer than Jonathans but thinner, and bright red and very shiny. Then it is hunched over my back its front paws clasping me round my middle and it starts to hump its crotch against my bottom. At first it is all over the place hitting my thighs and then it hits the spot and I am so loose from my earlier fucking that it engages the entrance to my vagina and with one hard thrust it buries all 12" into me and starts to bang away at me. My god never have I been fucked like this before. Fast staccato thrusts and I am so aware of its fur rubbing against my naked flesh and its doggy breath panting in my ear. The site in the mirror is both erotic and disgusting as I watch myself being covered by a dog as I lay helpless over my lover's knees having just been spanked. I wonder had he planned all this or is he just responding to circumstance. Then I feel it; something that feels like a tennis ball trying to force its way into me and I remember seeing dogs mating and realise that this must be the knot on its cock and then suddenly with a particularly hard thrust I am opened wider than ever before as it surges past my entrance and my sex closes round it locking George to me. I can feel its canine cock pulsing inside of me and know that I am being filled with dog come and can do nothing about it. This seems to go on forever and then George is trying to dismount but cannot pull free and I watch as he spins round so we are now locked rear end to rear end and I can see the purple swollen cock that is now stretched between us, as Jonathan, the bastard, has opened one of the wardrobe doors so I can see my sex stretched tight round the knot that is holding George in place. We are stuck like this for what seems like forever until with a final tug and a cry from me he pulls free and I watch as his still swollen knot exits my cunt followed by a gush of doggy come. George flops down and starts to lick himself clean and I find myself being dumped onto the floor on my knees head down and bottom raised as Jonathan drops his trousers and kneels behind me then shoves his cock up my doggy come filled cunt. One, two, three thrusts then he withdrew and my buttocks are parted; my anus engaged and without any preliminaries he shoves his cock up my arsehole and buggers me. It lasts only moments and then my bowels are being hosed with his spunk and he withdraws and pulls my cheeks, still bright red from their spanking, apart exposing my gaping back passage oozing his come and the swollen lips of my sex with a fine dribble of dog come coating them. That all finished 50 minutes ago and now he has got me to write it all down to share with you. I have to admit that I have mixed feelings about what has happened. The 65 year old part of my brain is telling me that what I have done is disgusting and depraved yet another part is saying that it was all rather exciting and makes me want more of the same. Who knows what will happen as every visit to his house to clean can bring new experiences. I must finish now as I have to finish the cleaning and go home for a shower and change before my husbands gets home for his lunch. *** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 61