“Oh…” he replied, wrapping his hand farther around my throat. “Some guy put this on you?”
“Yes, Mr. North,” I squeaked.
“Hmm,” he shrugged. “Well, Emma, I think you still have a job to finish.”
“Yes, sir,” and here I reached back to finish wiping his pants clean of whatever particles might have been worrying him. Now the bulge in Mr. North’s pants was even more visible. I ran my hand over it, making sure to press firmly as I did so to get a true gauge of the size. I’d actually never felt one of these things before. Yet somehow, I knew I just wanted to tonight. And his seemed to be about the perfect size.
“No, no, no!” he muttered, pushing my hands away. “You’re still not taking this seriously, Emma. Look at all the dirty spots you’ve left behind. We need to take these pants off me so you can do a thorough job. Now unzip me.”
I gulped, pausing for the briefest of moments, unsure whether he had said this jokingly or not. But his expression told me that the situation was indeed serious.
I reached down to unbutton his pants, and then unzipped the fly. His eyes watched my breasts, raising and lowering with my breathing, the entire time. Little encouraging words escaped his lips every few seconds.
“Good job,” and “Mmhmm,” and “Perfect…”
When I had undone the zipper, Mr. North lifted his butt off the couch for a moment, allowing me to slide the pants down his legs. What this action revealed was shocking… His tight boxers were being pressed to their limits, restraining the elongating pole beneath them.
“Go on, Emma. Clean them off,” he instructed me with a smile.
I did as he asked, rubbing my hands along his impressive staff. I could feel the heat of his member burning through the material. Something this eager should be freed at once, I thought. No way were these little shorts going to hold it back for much longer.
My dainty fingers traced the length of his cock… all the way up to the tip where I felt the button on the front of his boxers.
“Is it all clean?” he asked me, not bothering to look down.
“I think so, Mr. North,” I gasped.
“Emma… you haven’t even wiped the inside yet. How can you tell me it’s clean? Be thorough if you’re going to do it at all,” the man responded.
I could feel my heart beating out of my chest, reading to explode, all the while I rubbed the length of his shaft – the first of my life. It felt wider and bigger than I expected. Maybe he was just particularly well-endowed.
“Go on, Emma,” he said. “Clean the interior. Rub it down.”
I was so desperate to undo that button and free the beast within. I wanted to see his size burst into the room… and so I did, running my fingers along the button and parting it to the side, pulling the material free.
“God…” I moaned as his cock sprang free of the cage, protruding out from the boxers. It looked so good, so full, so solid.
“Emma, I said to rub it down. Clean it off,” Mr. North instructed with an authoritative tone to his voice.
And then it happened – my hands encircled (well as far as they would go) Mr. North’s love pole. I’d always wondered what these things felt like. Stiff and hard; with a few veins running along the length and I could feel these pulsing on my fingertips.
“Go on, Emma,” he repeated.
Now my hands were stroking his cock, gripping the loose skin and sliding it up and down the impressive shaft. I couldn’t take my eyes off his member. It just blew my mind – not only the size, but the color and texture. It was perfectly enticing. Such a tempting sex device.
I reached the bottom of his length, and felt the wrinkly skin of his ball sack contact the bottom of my hand. Such an odd, foreign, yet welcoming sensation. I wanted to lower my head and take him in my mouth. To know what it felt like to have something so appealing stuck inside, tasting it on my tongue. Just to know my mouth had a cock inside… Oh, it made me wet… as I stood there stroking him over and over.
“A little faster, Emma,” Mr. North moaned. “Some times you need a quick rubbing to get it clean.”
“Yes, Mr. North,” I nodded rapidly, beginning to quicken my pace. The faster and harder I went, the thicker and stiffer he became. In one accidental motion, I mistakenly squeezed his cock rather forcefully – and much to my surprise, I saw a burst of clear liquid spray out from the top of his penis! It dripped down the side of the hefty shaft, seeping beneath my fingers and coming to a stop on the palm. I couldn’t help but rub the Mr. North-made lube, letting the slickness wash over his skin, feeling my fingers glide along removed of all friction.
“That’s good, Emma,” he sighed. “You’re doing a wonderful job now.”
“Thank you, Mr. North,” I panted, watching my hands be dwarfed by this sizable staff.
“But…” Mr. North continued, “Some times it needs a little extra cleaning liquid. You know, to get the hard to clean spots. You want to be thorough, don’t you Emma?”
I nodded without hesitation.
“Well then, Emma. Go on. Wet it down for me,” he intoned.
I knew he wanted it badly, but probably not nearly as badly as I did. Mr. North felt so irresistible in my hands, I knew whatever he asked of me would only get better and better. The way he stared made the wetness drip from my naughty bits. He couldn’t take his eyes off me – just like a good supervisor, making sure his worker-bee was performing properly and productively. Judging by his current posture, I’d say I was doing pretty good.
And so I placed my mouth above his tip.
“Mmhmm,” he nodded.
And then I let a stream of spit fall from my mouth, directly onto his cock, watching the liquid glisten as it spread across the head of that beautiful, throbbing delight. This I continued to rub, making sure to moisten every inch of him (which took a few more mouthfuls of spit, each time being met by bountiful encouragement).
I loved sliding my hands on the shaft, hearing that slippy-slip noise I’d only seen in porn up until now. It was mesmerizing.
“Is it clean now, Emma?” he asked with a sinister tone.
“Yes, I believe so Mr. North,” I told him.
“Damnit, Emma!” the man snapped at me. And here he took hold of my hair to direct my head in a very specific direction. “Look at that filthy thing in your hands! You think that’s clean? Who raised you!”
“I’m sorry, Mr. North. I wasn’t looking very intently,” this I said while continuing to caress that wonderful pleasure pole.
He released the grip on my hair, leaning back slightly in the chair as the words reached me. “You know, Emma… some times you’ll need a sponge or something to really scrub off the dirty parts. Something to rub on that filthy thing.”
The hint seemed obvious to me – and truth be told, it was just the request I’d been hoping for.
“Yes, sir, I’ll do just that. But… I don’t have a sponge here,” I reasoned. “Only my tongue.”
“Whatever you think will work, Emma,” Mr. North smiled.
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And there I was… back late after curfew and being punished for it… hovering my open mouth and extended tongue just an inch above Mr. North’s throbbing cock. I paused for a moment.
“Go on, Emma,” he said impatiently – just the cue I had been waiting to hear. “Get that dirty thing cleaned off on your tongue.”
I dove forward, dipping my mouth low. His cock touched the very edge of my lips. The skin felt surprisingly soft and delicate, a very smooth surface, made slick by my spit. I let my face descend farther, allowing his girth to enter my mouth at last. The idea of having a veiny manroot in my mouth had tantalized me for so long, and now it was finally happening. I took him slow and delicately. My teeth accidentally grazed along the top of his shaft; I didn’t expect having to accommodate such a large thing!
“Careful not to scratch the furniture, Emma,” came Mr. North’s warning as he shifted in the chair.
All I could do was mumble
my acknowledgement, trying not to gag on the object being driven into my throat. I wanted to please Mr. North – I wanted to tease and play with the man. And so I withdrew his penis from my mouth, flicking my tongue along his tip, back and forth across the underside – a technique I’d heard one of my friends say worked really well. If Mr. North’s heavy moans were any indication, it certainly seemed to.
“That’s right, Emma. Rub that dirty thing clean. Show some effort. Scrub it hard, and use that sponge.”
I did as he told me, grasping the base of his shaft with my right hand and wrapping my lips around his dick once again. He twitched his cock inside my mouth, giving me a slight tickling sensation on the tongue. It was dirty alright, and it needed a scrubbing as Mr. North had said. With this thought in mind, I squeezed the bottom of his pole and slid my fingers upward – resulting in a gush of precum squirting directly onto my tongue… This, I have to say, was the greatest thing I had ever tasted. A sweet, syrupy kind of flavor which I swallowed instantly and unthinkingly – desperately gripping the base, attempting to pump more into my mouth.
Mr. North filled me full; even though I could barely take more than half of him in, it was enough to trigger my gag reflexes.
“Can’t clean the whole thing, can you Emma?” he asked with no semblance of levity.
I mumbled in the negative, still slurping on the meat in my mouth.
“Well then… We’d best find something else of yours that can reach the bottom, shouldn’t we Emma?” the man stated. It was said in such a way that I could say nothing to the contrary. I knew what he wanted… and I wanted him to have it.
“Grease it down for me once more and we’ll get the more extensive polishing equipment,” Mr. North informed me.
He got what he asked for; a nice spit shine on that lovely looking cock. I gathered a load in my mouth and sent it flying out onto the skin.
“Emma,” he said to me as I stood upright. “I’ll need you to remove that skirt and your panties. I’m afraid they might get stained during your next cleaning job.”
“Yes, Mr. North.”
And here I slowly began to work the tight skirt down from around my hips. I loved how he stared, watching the material slither southward, revealing my pretty little panties. They were pink and girly, just the style I liked, and judging by his eyes, he didn’t seem to mind them either. Although Mr. North did a quick gesture which signaled me to stop.
“You don’t want these off?” I asked.
“No, we’ll need those to dry it, Emma.”
I smiled nervously, feeling slightly embarrassed. Here Mr. North was, about to ravage my untouched pussy and I was nitpicking over panties!
“Turn around and wipe the surface down first,” he instructed me.
I then swiveled my hips around so that my ass was positioned above his exposed crotch, the hard dick still sticking out of the boxers.
“Lower down and stick your cheeks around it,” I was told.
And who was I to argue? I found myself sitting down, placing my butt cheeks on either side of his stiff rod. Oh god, how warm it was. A searing heat seemed to emanate from the very core of his cock. The wetness of my spit was still dripping heavily on his skin, which rubbed off slightly onto my own. I’d never done anything like this before. I couldn’t even be entirely sure where all the parts went… let alone clean them!
And then Mr. North spoke, as if sensing my ignorance.
“Reach back and pull your panties to the side. Get that pussy over my cock, that’s good, Right there, mmhmm. Now I’ll hold it in place. You just sit your sweet fucking ass down and clean this man’s filthy dick. All of it.”
I went along with each of his instructions. My pussy was dripping with excitement. I’d never felt so wet in my whole life. The heat from his cock seemed to drift upward; making me feel that my ass was squatting over a hot stove. Oh, how my lips quivered at the thought of his dick only inches from my tempting, virgin slit.
“Go on, Emma.” Mr. North uttered.
And at his behest, I slowly descended, nervously and anxiously, but wanting to know how it felt all the same. I was desperate to have his cock in me. Oh… and there it was. The thick head pressing, knocking on my lips as it were. Come in I said, come in!
“Down, Emma.”
Oh, I guess it was my turn… And so I closed my eyes, biting my lip with eagerness, sitting back farther.
“God!” I screamed unknowingly at the first contact of his cock parting my southern lips and making its way inside. Maybe it should have hurt, I thought it was supposed to. But the wetness already on his cock, and the precum leaking out of him, coupled with the rushing waterfall between my own legs… made for a smooth and painless entry.
I could feel my thighs beginning to burn from holding the half squat. And yet I was afraid to lower any farther – I’d felt how large his cock was! Big! And I wasn’t sure how all of that would manage to fit itself into my tight, unsoiled pussy.
“Yes, you clean that dirty thing, Emma. Sit down! Sit your fucking ass down and clean my cock!” Mr. North began to shout madly.
My legs continued to burn and ache, yet I couldn’t bear to descend even a millimeter lower. It felt so good just where we were… I wanted to cherish this sexual moment, storing it in my memory bank indelibly.
“Sit!” he yelled again.
And here my legs gave out at last. I couldn’t hold myself in this position for a second longer. The muscles collapsed, losing all strength, causing me to drop suddenly and forcefully onto his impressive cock… oh god, it did hurt, despite the slickness and all, it hurt like a bitch. But as cliché as it sounds, it hurt in the best way possible!
He filled my pussy from wall to wall, from top to bottom, stretching me beyond any and everything I had ever imagined. His balls were pressed against my ass cheeks… that’s how I knew the entirety of his dick was rammed up inside my, now, no longer virgin cunt. I had been soiled and stuffed… currently still being.
“That’s right, Emma. You polish this cock. Get all that filth off. Shine it up nice and spotless,” Mr. North placed his hands on my hips, assisting me with the motion. It was here that I first began to notice the loud plop plop plop sounds of my ass banging against his thighs. I loved it. Knowing each time I heard the beautiful noise, my pussy was penetrated deeply by his sturdy cock.
I bounced and bounced, squealing like some kind of wild animal, tossing my hips back with reckless abandon. Mr. North, on the other hand, continued with his steady stream of encouragement and praise – though I wished another, warmer stream of his would make an entrance…
“This will teach you to disobey, won’t it Emma!” he was whispering, slapping my ass. “Tell me this will teach you good.”
“Yes Mr. North!” I cried just as the sensation of his balls against my thighs came about yet again. “It will!”
“You don’t want to be cleaning this every night, do you Emma!”
He grabbed my arms, both of them by the wrists, and pulled the pair of limbs behind my back. I was helpless, at his mercy, with that big cock massaging, no, destroying my insides. Mr. North yanked me backwards, driving his cock farther in.
“No, Mr. North! I promise to behave from now!” I somehow managed to speak.
Suddenly I felt both of my hands being held by a single one of his – and Mr. North’s free hand jerked around my hips, landing squarely on my pussy. Those filthy fingers of his began rubbing my clit, a wonderful sensation unlike any I had ever known. He circled and swirled and whatever else was going on… I couldn’t begin to describe it accurately. With my pussy being stuffed so roughly, it was all I could do to stay conscious. That massive piece of manmeat pulverized my innards, but I was loving every second. And as his fingers worked diligently… that is when I first felt the impending satisfaction.
“Now, Emma,” he said abruptly, “I want you to put your special solution on this dirty thing. I want you to wet it down with all you’ve got. Keep on polishing it with your pretty pussy,
and don’t you dare stop until you feel your liquids cascading down onto my filthy tool!”
“Yes, Mr. North!” I shouted so stridently that I thought my vocal chords might have broken.
I lifted and slammed my ass onto his hardened dick… time and time again. My legs began to shake uncontrollably. There was a brilliant eruption of sheer pleasure taking place right inside my slit. I knew what this was, even without having felt it before, I knew damn well what was about to happen. And I wasn’t about to stop. He’d punish me if I did…
“Oh god, Mr. North I’m so sorry for disobeying you… Let me make it up to you with my liquids. I’ll polish that filthy thing you’ve got jammed inside me!”
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