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Dish Washer
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
I watch you quietly from behind the entrance to the kitchen. You
look so beautiful with the light of the sunset framing your face
and making your hair beg for a caress. Your ass demands a nice
firm massage. I know that I'll have to ease the your tension
before I do anything; easing the tension from you with playful
teasing as you do the dishes is something I love to do and I can't
pass it up when we have such a perfect opportunity.
Gazing upon you with the sun highlighting your form has made me
more horny and more playful than usual. I decide to make the game
of teasing you more intense. I quietly slip off my shirt, my
pants, my underwear, my socks... everything leaving my throbbing,
erect penis jutting from my body, begging for contact.
I walk quietly through Jill's apartment to my bag and get the
condom which I know I'll need if I'm to succeed in "teasing" you
thoroughly. Condom in hand, I walk even more silently to the
kitchen and creep up behind you. You've heard me coming but you
expect that I'm just playing my normal game of distracting you
from your dishes. When I slide my penis along your silky
parachute pants and press close to you so that I rest between your
ass cheeks, you know that I'm naked but remain focused on the
dishes. I'm not disappointed though. I would have been
disappointed if you didn't react this way. The challenge of
seducing you is the game that has made me so horny for you and is
the game which I know we'll both enjoy.
Pressed against your ass, I long to be closer. I place one arm
around your waist, pulling myself closer to you, and use my free
hand to caress the hair which the sun has highlighted to such
beauty. It's time for you to protest my ministrations and you
don't disappoint me. On schedule you say, "Andy, I'm TRYING to
do the dishes." I respond silently with a long gentle kiss to
your now exposed neck. I her you pause in your dish washing and
proceed to nip softly up your neck to your waiting ear lobe. I
trace my tongue along your ear and then pay closer attention to
the lobe, all the while being certain that you can hear my heavy
breathing and can hear how turned on I am. My lips now tug gently
on the lobe and then more firmly, finally eliciting a moan from
you. Unfortunately, though expectedly, the moan wakes you from
your revelry and you return your attention to the waiting dishes
with a slight shiver of your body, a shiver which makes you even
more aware of my erect penis' presence. I slowly release my hands
from your waist and hair and take a step back. You think I've
given in to letting you finish your dishes, but I'm too involved
in the game and too involved in you to let up so easily.
Instead, I slip to the floor and run my cheek along the silkiness
of your pants and let my hands softly caress your thighs. I can
tell you're excited. Even though your business above indicates
total devotion to the dishes, the warmth emanating from your
vagina speaks of other interests. Those other interests are what
inspire me. My wandering hands become more forceful and more
agressive. One slides over your ass while the other cups and
gently squeezes your lower lips. Another brief, barely
perceptible pause interrupts your activities above and I know that
I've almost succeeded in corrupting your housekeeping morals.
Wanting to make your job impossible, I grab the waist band of your
pants and panties and lower the ensemble till it rests around your
ankles. I'll know that I've won when I can convince you to lift
your feet so that they can be removed further. That challenge
hardly seems difficult so I keep one hand on the clothes at your
ankles and the other slides up your smooth leg, gently probes the
lips of your now wet vagina and finally stops into a pattern of
massaging your ass cheeks and gently brushing your clitoris.
You've become silent again so I decide to see if I've won by
tugging on the clothes. You refuse to budge. Knowing that if I
ask for cooperation you will start the dish washing again, I focus
into a continuous teasing of your clitoris and light licking of
your anus. This time gentle pressure on the clothes leads to your
assistance and finally your lower half is as bare as mine. Free
of your pants, you instinctively spread your legs a little farther
and my hand and tongue reward you by intensifying their contact.
I hear your breathing start to come in small pants and I can
imagine the look of lust in your eyes.
The teasing must continue so I stop for an instant, an instant
long enough for you to catch your breath and to open your eyes
from the squint that they usually assume after I've teased you
into such hotness. Rather than the usual sigh of contentment
though, I hear and feel your body tense. You tell me of the tall
dark haired stranger sitting on the bench in the courtyard visible
from the apartment. I quickly tell you that we're on the second
floor and that nobody can tell what we're doing and that if anyone
sees your flustered and distracted face, they will simply assume
that you are lost in a pleasant daydream. This kind of argument
has never worked before and I know that if I let you think too
much you will insist on moving to the living room. Instead of
waiting for your reply, I turn my body, sit in Indian style and
position myself so that my eyes are looking into your beautiful
vagina. Not wanting to give you more time to think, I bury my
tongue into the waiting lips and quickly gather the juices. The
taste makes me even harder and hotter for you. Your voice breaks
into my lust focused thoughts and makes the foreseen suggestion of
moving to the other room. I answer you with continuous flicks of
my tongue against your clitoris. Your voice again interrupts my
actions with a raspy "Andy... Please...." I can tell your too
hot to protest me so I stop kissing you and tell you in a stern
voice that if you want to cum, you'll have to do everything I tell
you. The first thing is that you should keep your eyes on the
dark haired stranger below as I pleasure you and let me know if
your fears are warranted. You start to move away and then your
look down into my face tells you that I'm serious and part of this
seriousness convinces you that I'm probably right about no one
seeing us.
You settle back into your previous position resigned to play the
game a little longer. I can tell you're tense but also know that
it won't be that hard to relax you. For now though, the tenseness
causes you to keep your eyes on the stranger as I've asked. Still
hot and in fact hotter by the rare sudden exercise of power over
you, I run my tongue over the whole length of your slit and pause
at the top to give special attention to your clitoris. I swirl my
tongue in circles and then up and down and side to side. I feel
you relaxing above and I decide to exercise more control and ask
you if you are still watching the stranger. I know you stopped
but my reminder causes you to focus your eyes toward his position
and then in horror you realize that he was watching you. You only
suspect it and you tell me that he looked back down at his book as
soon as your eyes sought him out. I tell you that you must keep
your eyes on him and that if he looks again, smile at him and
retain eye contact. I know your about to resist so I quickly bury
my tongue into your vagina. After 30 seconds I stop and ask you
if you understand. Your moaned reply of yes lets me know that you
are mine.
I return to teasing you - My tongue swirling over your clitoris
and my finger alternating between playing with the opening of your
vagina, teasing your anus and being deep inside you. I can tell
you're almost lost but then your hot and raspy voice whispers
"He's watching now." I've been waiting for this. I slide my
finger inside you a few more times and then while kissing your
whole vagina and flicking my tongue over your clitoris I reach
across the floor for the condom I brought with me. I slip it on,
slide out from under you and then quickly enter your vagina from
behind. The suddenness of my action leaves you panting and your
eyes out of focus. I'm able to see the stranger gazing up at us
so I smile at him and then plunge in and out of you a few times.
My left hand reaches around and plays with your clitoris while my
right reaches under your shirt and plays with your breasts and
tweaks your nipples. I'm glad that I had the chance to get rid of
your brassiere while we were playing this afternoon.
Your hips are starting to rock with mine. Both my hands caress
your breasts and my mind is starting to go crazy with all the
pleasure of teasing you earlier and the slick warmth and tightness
of sliding in and out of you now. My exhibitionist trend slips
your shirt over your head. The realizition of exposure to the
stranger causes a slight interruption to our rhythm but then you
smile at me and then return the gaze to the stranger. You've
realized how hot it makes me to be able to show you off to the
stranger that you've decided to play along. We're both getting so
close. I caress both your breasts and at the same time kiss the
neck which I so gently teased at the beginning of this escapade.
One of my hands wanders back to tease your clitoris. In our
dreamy state we both notice that the dark haired stranger has
covered his lap with his backpack and now has his hand inside his
pants. My power over you and both of our power over the stranger
invigorates our loving making. Our thrusts become deeper until I
feel you shudder from the pleasure of the penetration and the
intense rubbing of my hand against your clitoris. Your shudders
of orgasm start my own and I grab your hips with my hands and
thrust into you even deeper than before until I finally come.
Smiles grace our glowing faces and are then replaced by devious
smiles as we watch our dark haired stranger leave his bench and
walk out of the courtyard.
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