Cleaning His BIG Rod (Smut With A Side Of Story) (2 page)

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“You want me to
wipe your pants?”

“That’s right,
Emma,” Mr. North told me.

“But I put the
towel away,” I retorted.

“That’s ok, Emma.
Just use your hands.”

He seemed quite
adamant that I clean his trousers. And strangely, as I stood this close to him,
drinking in the sight of his attractive features and lean body… I felt a desire
to comply, and so I did, extending my hands above his groin.

“Go on,” he said,
urging me along.

“Yes, Mr. North.”

Now my hands were
on his pants, dusting lightly from side to side. I crossed over the zipper,
flicking away the last bit of the crumbs… that is the precise moment I felt
it.
Some thick bulge beneath the material, growing larger and larger each time I
rubbed along his clothes. It… felt wonderful.

“Wait a minute!”
Mr. North shouted.

“What!?” I reeled
back in surprise.

“What is that? On
your neck there,” he asked.

I tried to look
where he pointed, but of course it was impossible to see my own neck – and so
he placed a finger on the dark mark which resided on the side of my supple
skin, just along the neck.

“Oh…” I said,
immediately remember what had caused the discoloration. The boy from earlier…
“I, umm…” I searched for a suitable lie, but nothing came to mind.

“I said, what is
it Emma?”

“Well I was with a
guy tonight and…” I hoped the implication of my actions would be enough to
appease Mr. North.

“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!”

“Go on, Emma,” was
his only reply.

And in that moment
I felt the burning heat of an unparalleled orgasm exploding from my pussy. With
legs quivering and pussy spasming around his thick cock… my cum, something I’d
never even seen, burst from my lips and out onto his delicious sex. I looked
down, panting hard, watching with fascination as the liquid dripped out – a frothy
white mixture of who knows what.

“Good, Emma!” Mr.
North intoned. “Now spin around here and wipe it off, finish polishing this
clean thing.”

And so I somehow
managed to lift myself from his cock, falling to my knees, and inserting that
gorgeous cock into my mouth… tasting the liquids I had just expelled. I
couldn’t believe how good I was. Maybe it was Mr. North’s precum I craved, but
whatever it was, I couldn’t get enough. I polished his dick from top to bottom,
licking it clear of all the debauchery which had taken place – my legs and
pussy still reeling with untold pleasures.

“Rub it, Emma, rub
it!” Mr. North roared.

I took hold of his
cock with both hands, stroking rapidly, feeling the increasing, ever growing
throbbing of his pleasure pole. And suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, I
witnessed an eruption of white, goo fire from his cock. It shot at least three
feet into the air. Big squirts, three or four of them, and as I kept stroking,
three or four more little ones shooting several inches into the air came about before
falling back down onto his cock and coating my hands…

He moaned loudly,
leaning back in the chair with a sign. I, on the other hand, fell forward face
first into his lap. Letting my head rest on his inner thigh, not caring that
his cum would be sticking to my hair (despite all the horror stories I’d heard
of this).

We stayed like
this for perhaps a minute or so, breathing heavily, and yet entirely satisfied.
At least I thought so… but the sound of Mr. North’s voice greeted my ears as he
spoke a sentence which not only frightened me, but excited me beyond all
reason.

“Uh oh, Emma,” he
said, taking a long pause between the words as I cocked my head upward to stare
into his eyes. “Now you’ve gone and made a real mess!”

 I think I’ll try
to be late every night…

The End