Elle Does Laundry

Domestic Violation: Elle Does Laundry

I love to see my elle in nothing but her apron, the back parting to reveal her firm, hairy buttocks garnished with a neat white bow. So that morning I ordered her to dress for domestic duty. I'd been saving up my dirty panties, bras, stockings, and whatnot. All of them are good quality and I won't have them ruined by machine washing. I've trained elle to measure the washing liquid and get the temperature of the water just right, mixing it well before adding an item. She knows how to work the fabric gently but thoroughly with her hands so my things will be fresh. And she's been taught how to rinse, once, twice, three times, until the water is completely clear. I don't want soap residue irritating my delicate skin, and elle doesn't want it either. That would go very hard with her.

elle went to work, leaning over the bathroom sink, hips shivering as she worked my intimate garments with her soapy hands. As I stood admiring her action, I was struck by a sudden desire and left the bathroom. She kept her eyes trained on her task as I re-entered and stood once more behind her, savoring the muscles of her back and thighs, so nicely framed by her apron. 'elle!' I said quietly, and she froze.

Drying her hands on the apron, she turned to face me. Her eyes went straight to the big black dildo and her cheeks grew red. She looked at the floor. 'Come here,' I commanded and she stepped forward with just a hint of the shyness that makes her so sweet. I pressed hard against her, rubbing my cock into her apron while I reached around to fondle her ass. 'You sure are pretty, elle,' I told her and nuzzled her neck. 'I love to watch you working at that sink. Turn around!' She did so, slowly. 'Now bend over and grab the edge of the sink.'

Good little housewife that she is, she did as I ordered, though it wasn't without some trepidation. I stepped around her to the sink and dipped my black dick in the soapy water, allowing her a good view of its slippery length. But I couldn't wait to shove it in her. Stepping behind her, I pulled her to me by the hips so her arms were stretched, her body parallel to the floor. First I worked the head of my cock inside her, and then I sank it deep. She moaned, part with pain, and part, I'm sure, with pleasure. And this pleased me.

I proceeded to fuck her, my pretty little elle, in her apron, with her fingers gripping the sink that was full of my wet underthings. I held her hips tight and drove again and again, savoring the sights and smells, her sighs and whimpers, until at last the grinding made me come. Even then I kept it in a bit longer, moving it around while I enjoyed the aftershocks of my orgasm.

'Okay, dear,' I said, as I slid from inside her and stood back, 'you can finish your chores now.' She dutifully straightened and went to it while I unfastened my dildo and harness. I left them standing on the side of the sink. 'Don't forget to wash these, too,' I reminded her and she nodded. I gave her a kiss and a pat on the bum, and left for the office.