The Erotica of Al X : Serving Deana - Episode 2
(MF FDom oral humil mast panty)
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Summary: Deana is a sexy Latina BBW. When she catches a coworker staring at her ass, she takes advantage of the situation. She orders him to perform a series of tasks until her domination of him is complete. In "Cleaning Up," she degrades him further, and has him clean her cum-soiled panties.
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"Cleaning Up"
by Al X
Deana's a chubby Latina who works in the same company as me. After she caught me staring at her ass at work, this normally unassertive woman became very dominant. She reminded me that I could probably be fired for violating the company's sexual harassment policy, then started placing demands on me. The first two weren't bad -- she made me buy her an expensive Victoria's Secret panty and she had me clean her office. But then the tasks worsened: She forced me to use my mouth to clean her feet and, in our last encounter, she had me lick her ass and eat my own cum.
I never would have imagined myself being degraded like this. I had never considered myself submissive, and I had never met a woman like Deana before. And although I was disgusted by the things she made me do, I did them willingly, enjoying my new role serving her. I found them sexually stimulating and wondered where she would take me next.
It didn't take long to find out. The week after my anal adventure, she summoned me to her office. I was at my desk when the phone rang. Picking it up, I heard one word - "Come" - and the click of the line disconnecting. I didn't warrant a salutation or explanation, just a one-word command. Like an obedient dog, I jumped to serve her.
Five minutes later I stood in her office doorway, my hands behind my back, awaiting her attention. As usual, she made me wait. She typed away on her laptop, and I suspected she purposely prolonged my wait. When she was ready, she swiveled in her chair to face me. Her face was full and pretty, with pouty lips and her hair tied back in ponytail. She wore a floral silk blouse, a white skirt, and her open-toed sandals. The room held the strong scent of her perfume, as if she had just sprayed it.
She looked sweet and innocent, but when she spoke she was stern. "I had an accident. Clean it up."
I looked around for a spill or a mess, but found none. Then she slowly opened her legs, discretely in case someone walked past the doorway. She lifted her skirt just enough for me to see what looked like a yellow wet spot in her white panties. I immediately closed the door. I also started getting an erection, excited at the thought of sucking her pussy through her panties, not caring if they were urine stained.
She must have guessed my assumption, for as I knelt before her she shook her head. "No, no," she told me. "Only my husband's mouth may touch my pussy." She stood up, reached under her skirt and removed the panties, not even giving me a flash of her pussy. As she sat back down, she held the panty with one finger.
I was on my knees staring at it, and could see the yellow spot clearly now. If licking her urine wasn't degrading enough, she made me beg to do it. "What do you want?"
"I want to clean your panties."
This didn't satisfy her.
"Please allow me to clean your panties with my mouth. Please allow me to lick the piss from them."
"You may," she laughed. When she tossed the damp underwear at my face, I caught them with my mouth, like a dog fetching a frisbee. I took them in my hands, and stretched them to examine the stain on the inside crotch. Lifting it to my face I smelled the acidic aroma of urine. I had never done anything like this before, but at that moment I couldn't imagine doing anything else. I stuck out my tongue and tasted her pee stain.
"My husband would never clean soiled underwear." She stared at me, enjoying the show I was giving her. "He would never put piss in his mouth."
But I would. I would do anything for her, even taste her piss. To better clean her panty, I shoved a few inches of fabric into my mouth and started to suck the urine out. I did this it for a few minutes, and when I finished, it looked like the urine stain was gone. I handed it to her for her inspection.
She laughed. "You can't expect me to wear them after they've been in your filthy mouth. Throw them away."
I was confused, but I followed her order. I crawled over to the trash basket. I placed the panties in the garbage can, carefully tucking them in the bottom of the trash so no one would see them. As I was doing this I heard her get up from her chair and soon felt her hands on my shoulders.
Her mouth was near my ear. She spoke in deep whisper, disgusted with me: "Your mouth is only good for cleaning up piss and shit. Your mouth is garbage, do you understand?"
I nodded.
"And where does garbage belong?"
I was about to degrade myself further. I lowered my head until it was at the top of the garbage can. There was mostly paper waste, but also the sickening stench of overripe bananas, refried beans and stale coffee. Deana showed no mercy; she placed a hand on my head and pushed my face into the heap of garbage. Three times I gagged, afraid I was going to throw up, and more afraid that she would make me cleanup my vomit.
"You are disgusting," she said as she finally released me. She returned to her desk, and I stood up and brushed my face clean. Deana was pleased with herself. "Go," she said, dismissing me with a wave of her hand.
And I went, back to my office. I couldn't believe what I had just done, what I had willingly allowed Deana to put me through. And what did Deana have in store for me next?
All through August, we took vacations on alternating weeks, so a full month passed before I found myself serving her again. It was the Friday after Labor Day. She called me down after lunch. I closed the door and admired the large bouquet of red roses on her desk - it was Deana's wedding anniversary. She was unusually animated, her face flushed. "I need a napkin," she explained, as she turned and hiked up her floral dress.
And that's all I was to her, a human napkin there to clean her. I took my place, on my knees on the floor, ready to lick her ass clean for the second time. Her ass looked beautiful in a pink thong, but there was a strong musky odor that seemed to fill the room. I pulled the string thong out of her crack, spread her round cheeks, and began to tongue her.
When her cell phone rang, she answered in Spanish. "Hola, mi amor." She said some things I didn't understand, but I could tell it was her husband. As she spoke, she pushed her ass back into my face. Soon she switched to English. "You are wonderful, my love… Yes, I brought the flowers here. They're beautiful… That was such a nice anniversary present. Are you still in the room? … I'll come back right after work… At 3:00. Will you be waiting for me... Ah, I know you'll be ready for more!"
I realized that she and her husband had shared a lunch rendezvous at the motel across the street from our company - that explained her flushness and the musky aroma of her panties. My Latina BBW was freshly fucked!
She was giggling now as she spoke to her husband. "Yes, you're still inside me. I can feel it… But I need to clean it. I'm going to clean them with my napkin."
She removed the panty and tossed it to me. I glanced at the wet crotch, sticky with white goo. And I, her human napkin, started my job. I ran my nose up and down the crotch, not only smelling their sex but getting the tip of my nose damp with their juices. I licked it slowly at first to get my first taste, and even licked up several pubic hairs. Then I felt a rush of lust and sucked that panty clean, tasting their cum. When I finished I held them up for Deana's inspection.
"My napkin is filthy," she told her husband. "It's going to stink up the garbage can."
I needed no further instruction. I crawled over to the waste can and placed my head in it. Fortunately there was only paper in it, mostly wrapping paper from the presents her husband must have given her. I waited like that while she finished her phone call, listening to her glowing compliments that highlighted how her husband was a 'real' man (the implication being that I was little more than human garbage).
When she was done she called me over. Her panty was on the floor. She handed me a narrow box. It contained a sexy thong, which she had me put on her. "My husband deserves me in a clean panty," she said as I slid it up her chubby legs. She adjusted her dress and sat down. She slid her feet out of her sandals, then kicked me in the groin, at my full erect cock. "You may," she said, which meant that she was allowing me to masturbate.
I opened my pants, and took my cock out. I kept staring into her eyes as I rubbed myself. I knew I would never know the pleasure of fucking her, of doing anything but clean her ass. This was all she would give me - degrading sessions where she would use my mouth, then allow me to jerk off. I can't explain it, but it was enough. And I was extremely turned on by this, close to cumming after only a few seconds of stroking myself.
Deana picked up the panty with her toe and placed it near my penis. I took it and wrapped it around my cock, feeling the satin fabric damp with their juices and just seconds later filled with my own cum. I was spent, satisfied, but now also feeling shamed, humiliated. This was the moment she was waiting for.
"Did you get my panties dirty?" she asked with a laugh.
I held them up and saw the sticky mess. I wanted to plead with her ("Please don't make me," I wanted to beg) but I knew that disobedience would end this relationship. And so I continued to submit to her will, kneeling there, prepared to lick my own cum from her panties, prepared once again to clean up another mess.
THE END
Written during November, 2006 / Revised November 16, 2006
The author welcomes your comments and suggestions for future stories.
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