The Joys Of Cleaning Wenches Ch 02

Alice turned her husband, Frank into her cleaning wench. Their friend, Paul, become part of the game, much to Frank's disgust and Alice's enjoyment. The story continues to see which one comes out on top.

Paul came over to me, put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down on my knees. I was desperate to figure out what to do.

"I've got to have a picture of this" said Alice.

I shot up and protested that I couldn't possibly allow that. "Humiliating myself in front of a man and then sucking his cock is one thing but I refuse to have photos taken. I have some self-respect as a man. I wasn't keen on sucking cum out of your cunt and only did it because I love your bare cunt. I certainly don't want to lick a cock, have it in my mouth or have spunk flood my mouth. It is an awful thing to happen to a man. It is horrendous and unbearable to then have it recorded on camera. I refuse."

"How dare you talk to me like that!" I couldn't get over the tone of her voice. "I never wanted my pubic hairs cut off. But not only have you done it, I've let you photograph my shaven pussy for your infantile male fantasies. I have fantasies too and one of them has been to see a man suck cock like men expect women to do. If you don't take care of Paul, the only way you'll see my bare cunt is on your filthy photos. You won't see or touch my cunt until my hair grows back. As agreed earlier, I will provide dinner and entertainment to Paul whenever Lucy is away until your hair grows back. That will free you of any obligations to either of us and protect your 'manhood.'"

"That sounds fine with me," smiled Paul. "But I only fuck women who shave their cunts."

"That's even better. I will happily shave knowing that Frank will be pining after my bare love canal but all he will have is his pokey little shots on his camera. He can wank to that for the next year. I will inspect his cock and balls every week. Once I decide his hair has fully returned, then I will stop shaving mine and stop coming over to your place. That probably means a year away from my cunt that he so lusts after. And then when he gets it, it will be covered with hair. So what do you think now about your precious self-respect?"

I was floored. She was pushing me to the limit. I could tell she was deadly serious and loving every minute of it. She wanted maximum humiliation and maximum control. She stood with her legs apart giving me a superb view of her hairless pussy, swaying breasts and naked body. I had to succumb. Knowing that I would never see her like that again unless I followed her orders made me eat my self-respect.

I got back down on my knees in front of her. I asked her forgiveness and started licking her cunt to show my submission. "Stop that. I did not command you to touch my body. You are my wench and will follow my instructions. Is that understood?" I stopped and nodded sheepishly. "The last order I gave you was to suck Paul's throbbing cock. With all of your harping, he has gone limp. He probably believes that you no longer want to follow my instructions and please my guests. So you now you must convince him otherwise. Then you will have to work to get him good and hard before finishing him off. And you will do it while I film you so I never have to go through this again with you."

I thought she was going to get the camera. Though I would miss the photos of her lovely, hairless cunt, I figured I could live with a few photos of me with a cock in my mouth. But I was horrified when she brought out our camcorder.

"Don't worry," she said, "I will let you keep your little photo gallery. I want a full record of what my wench does for the rest of the night. It will be my surety that you follow my instructions faithfully and stop objecting. If you obey me for the rest of the night, I will give you the tape, let you grow your hair back and keep my pussy shaven until I tire of you licking my cunt. If you do not obey everything I tell you, then I keep the tape until you do. Can't ask for anything more fair than that can you? Do you know what I want you to do now?"

"Yes, mistress, you want me to suck Paul's cock and catch any cum that he ejects."

"That's not what I said. I want you to beg to suck his cock. You must convince him you want to lick his cock, that you want it in your mouth, that you want to taste his man juices and then feel every last drop of cum that comes out of his manhood slide down your throat. Then when he approves, I want you to do just that. And you will do it all on film!" Her face lit up as she now enjoyed my predicament. The choice was hideous but I couldn't think of a way out.

Slowly, I manoeuvred myself over to Paul's massive tool. Even limp, it was bigger than mine. "Paul, please ignore what you heard before. I love using my tongue to give pleasure. I have never seen a man's cock, let alone lick one. I was confused, shocked, unsure of what to do. I want to see what it will taste like. I want to feel it on my lips as it grows to its full size. I want to see if I can fit your cock in my mouth. Will you let me play with your cock, please?" This was awful. But when I looked at Alice I could see she was having a great time.

"That sounds good. But what about my balls?" Paul smiled.

"I hadn't given them any thought. Will you let me play with them, too? Can I put them in my mouth and let my tongue caress them?"

"Certainly, but what would happen if you get me so excited I start to cum? I could tell you enjoyed licking it out of Alice's love box. But would you want cum directly in your mouth? Are you such a weak-willed, pussy-whipped cock sucker that you would really drink another man's cum direct from his cock while your wife watches?"

He knew how to kick a man when he was down! I had to think before I could get the words out I thought he would want to hear. "Oh, what a luscious thought. I revel in cum. The odour is so wholesome. Its salty, sticky warmth would be a joy to have in my mouth. I have never had cum directly in my mouth. I only had a glimpse of what cum was like from the deposit you left in Alice's cunt. It was mixed with her love juices. I now want to know what it tastes like neat. I want to feel every last drop slip down my throat."

"Well that sounds wonderfully convincing but I find it hard to believe a real man would do such things."

There was a long pause while both of them waited to see if I would say the ultimate humiliation. I gave Alice a pleading look but I could tell she was enjoying this far too much to help me. So, I eventually got the words out: "Oh, I am not a man. I am a bare balled, pussy whipped, weak willed, cock sucking, cum swilling wench. I dream only of pleasing my mistress and all the better if that means pleasing real men like yourself. Oh please let me take control of your gorgeous manhood. I just have to have cum flooding my mouth and flowing down my throat."

"How could anyone say NO to that!" beamed Alice. "You have outdone yourself. Now let's see if your actions can match your words. You can start working away."

I couldn't bare it but also knew I had no choice. I either give Paul my first-ever blow job or suffer the consequences. I went to work on his manhood. I put my mouth around his hairy balls and then quickly moved to his cock. As it I put my mouth around it, his flaccid cock started returning to its full, massive size. I tasted my first drops of cum which oozed out of his purple helmet. I had sucked his cum from Alice's cunt earlier but her juices must have cut his man-juices. The taste was far stronger than I expected and I instinctively pulled away.

"What's the matter wench, you having second thoughts?"

"No, mistress, I was just tying to slow down and let Paul savour the moment," I lied.

"Oh what a wonderful thought. I guess you will want to wait until his lovely cock softens so you can have the pleasure of exciting it again."

No I didn't! I wanted to get his over with as quickly as possible! I got up the courage again to put his softening cock in my mouth. I started moving my head back and forth trying to get him hard as quickly as possible so he would cum as quickly as possible and get this over as quickly as possible. His prick was hard in no time.

"What are you doing? You look like a woodpecker!!! Stop right now and explain what you are doing. I thought you wanted to extend the pleasure" demanded Alice.

I stumbled for a minute trying to figure out what to say. "My apologies, mistress, I just got so excited I couldn't stop myself."

The look on her face showed she knew I was lying. "Oh, I can certainly see how that could happen" she sneered. "I have a proposition that might help you. It looks like there are less than 20 minutes of filming left on the camera. If you make love to Paul's cock for the duration of the time left on the camera, I will give you the recording whether you drink his cum or not. No cheating by just looking at his crotch until the camera stops. I expect his cock to be in your mouth or your tongue on his body the entire time. Otherwise, the deal is off. But this should give you an incentive to slow down. What do you think you?"

Oh, she was good at being cruel. Given my first taste of cum straight from the tap, I really didn't want a mouth full of it. Swallowing was beyond thinking about. So I decided to agree. "Oh, mistress, you are so kind. I need all the help I can get tonight and will be only so pleased to accept your offer." What else could I say? I hated saying it and the thought of using my mouth to play with Paul's crotch for 20 minutes was terrifying. But at least it was a way out of the mess while avoiding a mouth full of spunk.

So, I started in slow earnest on the flaccid appendage in front of my eyes. This time I put my mouth around his balls and slowly used my tongue to play with them. I then moved to his shaft. I ran the tip of my tongue along his shaft stopping just short of his purple helmet. Then I ran my tongue back to the base of his cock and to his balls. I did this several times always being careful not to touch the tip of his dick. Eventually I had to stop because it felt as though my mouth was full of his pubs. It felt disgusting so I had to start concentrating on his shaft. I was forced to put his helmet in my mouth. I pushed back his foreskin with my tongue completely uncovering his purple tip. Fortunately, the cum had came out when his rod grew to its full, majestic size so there was no taste. I then moved back to his shaft hoping to cool him down. This worked, his rod started to soften so I was able to start the process all over again. Each time, I looped my tongue around the rim of his soft purple helmet. I was trying to drag this out as long as I could, hoping the camera would stop and I would win my freedom. Suddenly, I could feel his muscles and tightening. I was terrified that a flood of cum was soon to explode into my mouth. Fortunately, I was saved by Paul.

"Stop, stop. I want you to stop." It didn't take me long to obey!!!

"What are you saying" Alice cried. "I thought you wanted him to fill his mouth and have him drink your cum. This is wasting time and the camera is running."

"Well I have changed my mind. I have never had such a good sucking. I would far prefer to cool down and just keep his mouth clamped to my cock and balls. The job he is doing is better than any orgasm. I thought you guys were just doing some playing acting to liven up your sex life. But no real man could possibly be this good at sucking cock. He must be some limped dick homo who couldn't please a woman with his tool to save his life. You needed me to give you want every woman wants: A good fucking with a man-sized tool. I bet you had Frank shave away his hair so you could see if he really had any equipment between his legs! He probably cums long before you are ready. You must be a perennially unsatisfied wife longing for real sex. His little pencil couldn't fill a pencil sharpener!!!! As for Frank, well he only gets excited when he's got something in his mouth. Be it your cunt, or a man's cock. I bet he only cums when there is the prospect of slurping up man juice. I bet he really does prefer it direct from the tap as well but will settle for it sucking it out of your cunt when he's desperate. He's the type who needs to be dominated, controlled, directed as to how to give others pleasure because he's too incompetent to figure it out for himself. Why else would you have set this whole evening up?"

I was speechless. Alice was lapping it up and I couldn't believe she wasn't defending me against this tirade.

"Let me see how much time is left. I want to make sure I hold off from exploding in his mouth. If that means stopping and starting a hundred times, I will happily do that." Paul walked over to the camera and started laughing. "You've read this wrong. It wasn't twenty minutes of filming but 220!!! We've barely used 20 minutes. That leaves three hours of the most wonder licking and sucking I have ever experienced."

"Oh, I am so sorry, Frank. How could I have been so silly?" She had a smile from ear to ear. I could only give her a scowl. "Shall we start again? Looks like Paul needs a bit of working on again! And I want to see what new methods you will think up to avoid a mouthful of cum."

Now I was angry. There was no way I was going to have Paul's cock, or any cock, in my mouth for more than three hours. I am sure Alice had set me up. But I was well and truly trapped.

Paul positioned himself with in front of me with a huge smile on his face. I figured if I was going to be getting the full force of his orgasm I might as well enjoy part of it. I realised my increasingly expert cock sucking gave me a bit of power. Feeling his cock grow and shrink under my now increasingly expert tongue made me realise I could control his reactions. Even if no real man would ever want to be in my position, I started to get excited. So I continued the show by starting on his balls, moving onto his shaft and then taking all of his manhood into my mouth. I bobbed back and forth a bit and then just held his dick with my lips. This let me use the tip of my tongue to softly play with the tip of his tool. I could tell this was putting him in agony. I couldn't resist extending his tension by plunging his whole cock back into my mouth, forcing his covered, purple crown hard against the back of my throat. I held it there for what seemed like ages. The lack of motion cooled him down. When I felt his manhood drooping in my mouth, I started the process again. This time, I used my tongue to roll back his foreskin. Now it was his turn to beg. Each time I did this, I got better at being able to just tell as his muscles were getting ready to explode. Every now and again I went back to his balls letting his whole body relax as I gently rolled his balls in my mouth. Then I would go back to his shaft. The power of making his entire body go tense gave me a hard on too. I was coming to the conclusion that sucking cock could be great fun. The next time I felt his shaft droop, I decided to open as wide as I could so my mouth engulfed his balls and cock. I pushed my tongue into his piss hole. He was just about crying as he begged me to finish him off. What a feeling that was! My excitement caused me to lose concentration. It was wonderful being in such control. Inexplicably, I could feel myself starting to cum. I couldn't believe this. Having an orgasm three times in one day was wonderful but not when there is also a cock in your mouth! I was terrified that Alice or Paul would see this. They would think that Paul was right and I was some cock-fetish wimp. I stopped paying close attention to Paul's manhood and suddenly realised his muscles were getting ready to explode. I shot his balls out of my mouth and thrust my mouth hard up against his body so that if felt like his tool was in my stomach. It was too late. Suddenly my mouth was full of his cum. The taste was overpowering and indescribable. It was far stronger than I imagined it would be. I thought I had drunk mostly Paul's juices when I first started licking Alice so having his cum straight from the source would not be a problem. This was certainly not the case. I started gagging and couldn't control myself. I pulled away instinctively. Paul was still going strong so I suddenly had his warm, salty, sticky juices all over my lips, nose and chin as well as in my mouth. While all this was happening, I was still squirting away as well. I certainly didn't have the velocity or quantity of Paul, but something was coming out. To make sure they didn't see this, I leaned over and put my head on the floor. This meant Paul's continuing flood of cum went into my hair and back. I was covered in cum.

Alice started laughing uncontrollably as Paul emptied himself on me. I had used my hands to catch my little trickle of cum. This meant I couldn't get up. They knew my hands were under my body so any cum in them would be mine. They would then think it was my lust for cock that gave me an orgasm and I certainly didn't want that. My mouth was full of cum that I couldn't bare to swallow. I stayed there and listen to their lewd comments about me. It was awful.

Eventually, I heard Paul say that was the best blow-job he had ever had. "You know, if he had swallowed, I bet it would have been better than fucking you."

"Well, I am glad you found the experience enjoyable but am sorry that my wench didn't follow instructions completely. Will you be willing to come back and help teach my wench how to follow instructions? I do so want him to be able to obey and enjoy. Actually, I really shouldn't say "him" should I? That implies he is a man and what man can give a better blow-job than a woman!?!?!?" laughed Alice.

Before I could regain some composure, I heard Paul say he would certainly be happy to come back at any time.

I couldn't stand it anymore and had to say something. I finally swallowed and got my first full blast of a man's sexual juices.

"Well then, shall we leave him to clean up the mess while we get dressed?" I heard them leave the room as I started gagging and spluttering. They must have gotten dressed fairly quickly because I soon heard the door close. Then I heard Alice tacking a shower. I was stunned at what had happened. I couldn't believe that my wife had humiliated me so. I had shaved myself bare, let a man fuck my wife, sucked his cum out of her cunt, and then gave him a blow job. And it was all filmed by my wife. I didn't know what to think and couldn't imagine what would happen.

When I heard the shower stop, I trudged to the bathroom. Fortunately, I didn't see Alice. I got myself cleaned up and just stared at my hairless body. What had felt so good that morning now made me some type of sex toy to be used for other's pleasure. The thought was horrendous but I didn't know what to do.

When I got out of the bathroom, Alice was standing there in a robe. "What have you done to me? How can I ever show my face again outside this house? What will happen now? Why did you do this to me?" I pleaded.

"I think that Paul was right. You know deep down you are a limped-dick wimp who doesn't know how to use his puny tool to satisfy a woman. You know how pathetic you are and need someone to tell you how to give pleasurable sex. Your tongue is your real tool and you lust to have it wrapped around a real man's tool."

"You are so wrong! I refuse to sleep in the same bed as you." I yelled.

"Am I? If you turn around and sleep in the living room tonight, then I will know I was wrong. I will take back everything I said and square everything with Paul so that no one ever knows what we did. I will never do this again to you and I will make everything up to you so we can go back to the way we were." She let her robe fall to the floor. "But, if you get down on your knees and lick my cunt right now, you will prove that Paul and I are right."