Brad walks into the bedroom to find Jill still in her panties, leafing through her closet. Of course, this wasn't exactly a bad thing; he did like the way she looked, standing there in her panties, her back to him, allowing him a nice view of her curves. But he did have dinner reservations, and he had told her to be ready when he got there so they could make it to the restaurant in time. Sighing, he checked the time. He was a couple minutes early, so he leaned against the door frame, folding his arms across his chest as he watched her look through her clothes. Indecisive, as always, she held up one dress after another, muttering to herself.

When the time came, he shook his head and stalked into the room, coming up behind her quietly. He stood behind a moment more, enjoying her soft scent and the gorgeous view of her delightful body. Inhaling deeply, keeping himself calm and focused, he could smell her jasmine-scented body wash lingering about her. His hands settled on her waist, just above the sheer black fabric of her panties. She jumped at his touch, so lost in her deliberations that she hadn't noticed him before.

Leaning in close to the delicate sea-shell shape of her ear, he asked "What are you doing?" his voice low, rough.

Jill melts back into his touch, reaching back behind her with one hand, feeling for his as she leans back against him, her bare skin feeling his shirt and sensing the warmth of his chest behind the fabric. Her eyes close, and she crooks her neck, nuzzling the side of her face into his neck and shoulder. One knee bends and she rubs the side of her bare foot against his pant leg.

"I'm picking out something to wear for you tonight at dinner." She breathes deeply, smelling his strong, slightly sweaty scent. "Hmmm. I love the way a man smells when he's been working hard." Leaning up, she kisses his cheek, and feels his jaw set tightly.

"Oh, god, what time is it?" she asks, suddenly worried. "I'm late again, aren't I?" She whirls around and leans to the side looking past him at the clock. "Oh, shit, I am. I'm sorry, I couldn't decide what to wear..." Her voice trails off, and she looks up at him, her eyes wide.

"Sit on the bed. I'll get something for you to wear." His voice is calm, controlled, but there is an edge to it. A hard, flinty edge like the ancient knives she studied some in school, chiseled and sharp.

Nodding meekly, she moves to the bed and sits at the foot, her hands folded in her lap. The heat from inside her panties teases at her hands; she likes it when he picks out her clothes. It feels good to have someone to care for her the way he does. At first her gaze is centered on her hands, but it moves to the contrasting colors of her supple skin and the sheer black panties, and then it flicks to the padded bench he had built for her.

The bench was unusual. The legs were about a foot and a half tall, and the bench itself was only about that eight … inches long and six or seven inches wide, the wood stained dark and topped with padded black leather. Rising from the extended base was a thin stand with a padded bar sat atop it, about waist high if she was kneeling on the bench. The whole thing was set on a large piece of dark stained wood that was as wide as the bench and about three feet long. Her nipples began to grow hard as she looked at the bench, and her breath grew shallow and quick.

He rummaged in the closet for a moment, and returned with black, one-piece, sleeveless dress with narrow shoulder straps. She had worn the dress on several occasions, and knew that it fell just above her knees and that she couldn't wear a bra with it. His other hand had a pair of strappy black high-heels that he always said gave her legs a nice curve and accented her voluptuous ass. Setting them down next to her, he turned to the dresser and pulled open a drawer. After a moment spent rooting around, he pulled out a pair of dark thigh high stockings with black lace trim. He stepped back over to her and knelt in front of her, lifting one foot and slowly rolling the stocking up her smooth leg. Once done, he repeated the process with the other leg, and then placed the high heels on her feet.

He took her hand and stood, pulling her up with him, drawing her close to him. His arms wrapped around her and squeezed her for a moment. Bending low, he whispered in her ear. "After I dress you, I'm going to bend you over the bench and spank you for being late. Again. And I'm going to make sure you remember it for a long time." Her eyes closed, and she shivered, her mouth open and moving wordlessly. He pushed her back gently and leaned over to grab the dress. She raised her arms, and he pulled the dress down over her. Once it was settled in place, he reached up and tugged the front down, leaving her breasts bare, her nipples hard and tight.

Taking her hand again, he led her to the bench, and she knelt on it, leaning forward and pressing her waist against the padded bar.

"Lift your dress up and pull your panties down." The flinty quality of his voice was no longer just the edge; his every word was hard now. With a slight hesitation, she did as he said. "Now cross your hands behind your back." Taking a breath to settle her nerves, she placed her hands behind her back, crossing her wrists. "on't move."

He stepped to the side, lifting something from dresser. She swallowed nervously, but didn't dare move. The hard pinch of the clamp on her nipple made her suck her breath in through her teeth. The second clamp didn't garner the same reaction, but it was still tight and mildly painful. Her nipples sent ripples of fiery protest through her breasts. He reached beneath her again and clipped something to each clamp, holding them in his palm. She glanced up at him, her mouth opening as if to say something, and he dropped his hand, allowing the weights to fall. The sudden hard tug on her nipples made her close her eyes and squeal, but it didn't really hurt; it was more a sudden yank, stretching her nipples, making her breasts sag towards the floor.

"You will count each swat and thank me. If you don't count, or if you lose count, we will start over. If you don't thank me, we will start over. If you move your hands, we will start over." As he speaks, the slithering sound of his belt being pulled from his pants teases her ears. She shifts some on the bench, aware of the growing heat and slipperiness between her thighs. "Ready?" he asks her.

She nods, and he draws his hand back.

As his belt lands against her ass, she gives a soft 'oof,' and rocks forward, sending the weights dangling from her clamped nipples swinging back and forth. Her nipples are tugged to and fro, and it is a struggle to keep her hands clasped together in the small of her back. His hand pulls back again, and there is whooshing sound as the belt pushes the air aside, the leather striking her cheeks again, just a bit lower, the new red mark overlapping the first. There is a pause as he waits for a response. Hearing nothing, his arm sets into motion again, and the black leather belt, worn smooth from several years spent wrapped around his waist, splits the air and finds her soft flesh, wrapping around the curve of her cheeks, lower again but still overlapping both the first and second marks. He pauses again.

"One, sir. Thank you," she sniffles, her voice halting. Her eyes are watering, but her cheeks are still dry for the time being.

Nodding in satisfaction, he flicks the belt briefly before drawing his arm back again. Crack! The sharp sound of leather against skin fills the air, and a new mark is left across her ass.

"Two, sir. Thank you." She sniffs hard, … fighting back the tears. Her breasts shake as she draws in a trembling breath, and her legs quiver on the padded bench. Were it not for the bar against her hips that supported her, she would have fallen forward at the first blow. Even now, the weights hanging below her danced, each small bounce stretching and tugging her nipples more. As her breasts move with each breath she shakily draws in, the weights jiggle and pull at her aching buds, and the fiery sensation of the clamps spread through her, feeding the slickness that is growing between her thighs.

Again, her ass is striped by the belt, each mark just a little lower on her skin, moving steadily from the upper curve of her cheek downwards, leaving her flesh covered in stripes of varying hues of pink and red. Each swat falls, and she counts each one, thanking him for disciplining her. Again and again and again the belt strikes her, and she quivers and trembles more with each one, her nipples being tugged and pulled as the weights clamped them bounce and swing, each movement making her nipples ache.

"S-s-seven, sir. Th-thank you," she stammers, her tears beginning to slide down her cheeks. Her arms are trembling as she resists the urge to cover herself. He watches as her hands clench and unclench, her fingernails digging into her palms, her wrists still crossed in the small of her back.

The belt sings through the air, followed by another loud crack as it licks across her butt, this time about halfway down the twin curves of her cheeks. She gasps loudly, and her hands almost leave her back, but she wills them back into place. She takes a deep breath, and he is pulling his arm back again when she finally speaks.

"Eight, sir. Thank you," she squeaks out, panting. He nods in satisfaction before sending the belt back down against her ass.

"Nine, sir. Thank you." Her tears are flowing freely now, but the light catches the glistening over her inner thighs as they rub against each other. Below the pink and red stripes of her ass, he can see the pink of her bare lips.

The next swat comes fast and hard, the sound of leather against her skin louder in the room than before. Her hands clench tightly as she throws her head back, and she rises off of the bar briefly before settling back against it, trembling.

"Ten, sir. Thank you," she says through clenched teeth. "May I stand now, sir?"

"Not yet." His voice is calm, soothing, in stark contrast to earlier. "Before we leave, I need to make sure that you won't forget your lesson."

She shivers, but remains as she is. He steps closer, one hand gingerly, gently running over her hot skin. At first she winces and shrinks away from his touch, but his hand feels good against her tender flesh, and she groans softly as she melts into his palm.

"Spread your legs."

His voice is firm now, but still calm. She takes comfort in his words, knowing that he only disciplines her for her own good, trusting that he will take care of her. Her weight shifts as she moves her knees apart on the padded bench, opening herself to him. His hand runs across her red skin once more, and then he spreads her cheeks, exposing her tightly puckered hole and the dampness below it. She shivers and bites her lip when she feels the cool lube pressed against her, and he gently nudges at her back passage, working the lube against her ring. Taking a deep breath, knowing what is coming, she relaxes her muscles, and his finger eases inside of her, rotating and coating her with lube. Gently, he withdraws his finger. A few seconds later, the soft but insistent butt plug is pressed against her ass, and he slowly pushes it into her. She moans quietly as the plug is pushed deeper into her, gradually stretching her open until her hole closes down on the tapered end, sucking the plug inside of her ass, seating it deeply within and holding the base tightly between her cheeks.

"You may stand now. Keep your panties around your knees and hold your dress up. Stand in the corner, nose to the wall, until I am ready to go."

He offers his hand, and she grips it, carefully stepping off of the bench. Once her shoes are on the floor, she lets go of his hand and takes hold of her dress, holding it at her waist. The panties around her knees hobble her as she moves to the corner, placing her nose into the crease where the walls meet. As she stands there, she smells the paint on the walls, the light dust that collects there, but also the faintly musky scent of her own arousal. The bodice of her dress is still pulled down below her breasts, and the weights still pull her aching nipples down. Seeking relief, she surreptitiously presses her breasts against the wall, sighing as the cool sensation soothes the burning in her hard buds. She hears sounds behind her, but doesn't dare to turn and see what he is doing, though she suspects he is changing for dinner. At last, she hears the distinct sound of his belt being threaded into the loops at his waist. Soft steps precede his hand on her shoulder.

"Turn."

She does as she is told, and he removes the weights from the clamps. Carefully, he opens each clamp and pockets them, and then massages her breasts and nipples gently. The sudden flow of blood back to her nipples makes her hiss in pain, but his hands ease the sensation. She still aches, though, and knows that she will for some time, but she also knows that by the time dinner is finished that the ache will be more of a dull throb. Already, she feels a similar feeling between her wet lips. Once he is done rubbing her breasts, he pulls her dress back up to cover them, adjusting the material until she is properly covered, and then pats her chest gently when he is done.

"You may pull your panties back up and lower your dress." His eyes wander over her bare mound as she moves to comply, watching her intently as her panties move back up her smooth, creamy thighs and cover her womanhood. She winces a little as the fabric slides over her tender ass. Once they are snugly in place, she allows her dress to drop back down, covering her.

Presenting his crooked arm, he raises an eyebrow at her.

"Shall we?"

She smiles at him, her eyes wandering over him appreciatively, the heat in her ass feeding the fire between her legs. He does look good all dressed up, she thought as she licked her lips in anticipation of what was waiting for after dinner.

"We shall," she says, her hand taking his arm. She smiles tenderly at him, and nuzzles her head against his shoulder. "Oh, we shall," she says, giggling. He smiles warmly at her, and they walk across the room and out the door.

Karen found an ad online that immediately aroused her interest—and her pussy. "M/F couple seek clean up slut. Duties include: fluffing, cum eating, general servitude. Women only. Send nude picture with 'Clean Up Slut' in the subject to email."

As soon as she can, Karen races home and strips her clothes off. Using her phone, she takes several pictures showing off her tits and pussy and then, using the full length mirror on her closet door, some side shots that display her ass. She finally decides on the picture of her kneeling on the floor with legs spread and her head bowed. Still naked as she sits at the computer, she wiggles her bare ass against the leather chair as her twat grows sticky while she sends the pictures. As per the ad, she types “Clean Up Slut” in the email’s subject line.

A few days later, a reply shows up in her Inbox. "We like what we see, but we haven't made a decision yet. Send a picture of your ass and pussy from behind. Make sure you spread your lips so we can see everything. Tell us why we should pick you over the other potential sluts. Use 'Spread Open Slut' in the subject."

She goes to her bedroom and pulls her clothes off, her hands trembling with excitement. Her pussy is already growing damp as she bends over the bed, her ass high in the air as she parts her thighs. Her fingers slide between her lips, and her breath becomes faster and shallower. Rubbing her fingers between her lips, the young woman takes a moment to enjoy the feeling of her soft folds swelling with lust. Her fingertips brush her clit, and she swallows, wishing someone was there to watch as she touches herself. She keeps playing with her clit, teasing herself for a few minutes. Finally, she clambers up on the bed, resting her tits against the sheets. Opening her legs as wide as she can, she reaches one hand between her smooth thighs, spreads her pussy lips before aiming the phone between her knees at the mirror to take the picture. She checks the screen, noting how wide her cheeks are spread and how tight her asshole looks, as well as the glistening pussy juices on her pink folds.

Sitting down at the computer, she loads the picture into her email. At first, she has some trouble deciding what to type, but finally just focuses on her love of being humiliated and her desire to swallow as much cum as she can.

Several hours later, she gets a reply. "You are one of our finalists. Send us a picture of you fingering your pussy. Tell us how bad you want to be our clean up slut. Use 'Fingering Slut' in the subject."

Having spent the last few hours in nothing but her damp panties, she pushes the thin fabric down to her ankles and kicks them off quickly, before laying across her bed. Naked again, her fingers immediately find their way into her wet cunt. Not sure how many fingers to use while fucking herself, she simply strokes her lips for a moment, but her arousal takes over, and she crams two and then three fingers into her hole, orgasming just as she takes the picture. When her heart stops pounding against her ribs, Karen examines the picture. Three fingers are wedged between her pink lips, the light sprinkling of dark curly hair on her mound visible just above her stretched hole.

Unsure if that is slutty enough, Karen lies back again, gently slipping two fingers inside of her silky wetness, slowly stroking in and out, bringing herself closer to another orgasm. When her breasts are heaving as she breathes, she makes herself sit up, and positions the phone between her thighs, taking a couple more pictures before allowing herself to cum again. These pictures show how red her lips get when she’s on the verge of climax, her fingers shiny with her sweet nectar as the move in and out of her hot pussy. Just visible in one of the pictures is her hard clit, just peeking out from under its hood.

Karen is gripped with indecisiveness, and can’t choose which picture to send. Honestly, every one of them fills her with lust, knowing that she’s sharing one of her most private, most intimate moments with people that she still hasn’t met. Finally, she uploads all of the pictures, typing furiously about how she can't get enough humiliation. How much she hopes that she is slutty enough to suck the cum out of the mystery woman’s pussy. How badly she wants her ass filled and how wet she gets every time she thinks about being used by them.

The next day, Monday, she gets their answer. "If you really want to be our clean up slut, send one last picture to us. You will be naked, and you will be holding your tits up for us to inspect. Look straight in the camera so we can see the face of our future clean up slut. Use 'lease Make Me Your Clean Up Slut' in the subject." Her reply is sent in just a few minutes. They send back an address and room number where she will meet them on Saturday afternoon. They also tell her to wear the shortest skirt she has, no panties, and a small tank top, no bra. They tell her to be ready for inspection when she arrives, including having a shaved pussy and making sure that her ass is lubed before she arrives. There is one last instruction: she is to stroke her clit every day until she is on the edge of orgasm, but she is not to cum, nor is she allowed to finger her pussy.

The next few days are filled with distraction for her. Each day that she goes to work, Karen’s mind wanders to the week end, alternating between excitement and trepidation. Will they like her? Will she like them? Is she really going to go through with this? Is she sure that she wants this? Each night, as she lies in bed stroking her clit until she is gasping and panting, sorely wanting to cum but denying herself, she knows the answer: more than she has wanted anything in a very long time.

The appointed day finally arrives, and Karen dutifully showers, making sure to shave her pussy. After she is done in the shower, she rubs herself with lotion and generously lubes her ass, using one and then two fingers to work as much lube as possible deep into her hole. Her pussy has been wet for days, and she’s had trouble taking her fingers away from her clit. Pulling on the few clothes they allow, she heads to the hotel.

She arrives, and knocks on the door.

"Who's there?" a male voice calls from the other side.

"Clean up slut," she says, her voice soft and husky.

"Speak up; I can't here you," the voice replies.

"Clean up slut," she says again, loud enough that she thinks someone might have heard her. Her fingers nervously play with her skirt.

"Louder," a woman's voice commands.

"Clean up slut!" she shouts. She glances around, thinking someone will come and look. No one does, and Karen can’t decide if she’s relieved or disappointed.

The man's voice is back, closer to the door now. "Take your clothes off and kneel on the floor."

She fidgets for a moment, but her pussy juices are already coating her thighs, and her need for humiliation and cum are too great to be ignored. She quickly strips in the hall and kneels on her skirt and tank top. It seems like forever that she kneels there, naked and on display in the hall, exposed to anyone who might come by. Her nipples are hard, and her pussy is flowing. The heat of her blushing cheeks competes with the fire in her crotch as she waits. Finally the door opens.

There is a tall man standing at the door, his taut legs ending at a narrow waist, his torso supple and well-toned. His dark eyes are friendly, but the firm set of his jaw leaves little doubt of his intentions. Shameless in his nudity, his rigid shaft juts out from its nest of light brown hair, its girth impressive even if its length is barely average. Swinging below his thick member are his huge, heavy balls.

"Crawl in here and then kneel. Spread your legs, and put your hands behind your back. Look down at the floor," the man tells her.

Crawling forward, Karen sees the woman lying on the bed. The other woman has olive skin, dark hair, and a wicked, lustful smile on her sharp face. She is naked, laying on her side with one leg bent at the knee, displaying a neatly trimmed bush of curly black hair, and her face is propped up in one delicate hand as she watches Karen crawl halfway to the bed and kneel. Once in position, Karen’s hands meet behind her back, and her chin drops. She stares down at her soft breasts and her hard nipples. The door shuts, and she feels the man take her hands and lock handcuffs around her wrists. He pushes her between her shoulders, pushing her nipples into contact with the carpet. A hand rubs over her freshly shaved pussy, trailing up between her pussy lips, and slides between her ass cheeks before slipping into her ass. The finger pushes in deep, and slides back out, doing so several times.

"Her pussy is shaved, and her ass is lubed," he tells the woman even as his finger fucks her ass. His finger than slides out, and she feels something hard touch her backdoor. She exhales deeply as the object spreads her hole open, getting wider and wider as it pushes into her, before her ass finally closes down on the narrow base, sucking the butt plug into her. His hand grabs her hair, pulling her back up onto her knees. He steps in front of her and presents his cock. She opens her mouth and greedily sucks his cock, starting at the head and moving down his shaft, relaxing her throat to take as much in as she can. As the head of his dick pushes past her mouth and into her throat, she feels her neck bulging slightly as she swallows the thick meat. Her head bobs back and forth, coating his shaft in her saliva, and his fingers run through her hair, firmly wrapping around the back of her head to control how fast and deep she takes his cock in her throat. He breathes deeply, almost groaning as her mouth moves farther down his shaft, until the curly hair below his flat stomach tickles her nose. All too soon he pulls out of her mouth and joins the woman on the bed.

He pushes the woman’s dainty knees up to her chest and plunges his cock into her pussy. Karen watches as he fucks the olive-skinned woman, squirming on her knees, wishing the plug filling her ass was his thick cock. Her hands strain against the cuffs, trying to reach to either of her holes. Her thighs are growing wetter and slicker as her juice flows out of her cunt, her eyes filled with the sight of his dick sinking deep inside the other woman’s wet pussy. The moans and pants of the couple fill Karen’s ears, and she hears her heart pounding in time with the needy throbbing of her clit. The woman on the bed moans and arches her back, drawing his dick further into her as he spasms and fills her with his seed.

He rolls off of the other woman with a groan and stands in front of Karen again. Her mouth opens and he pushes his softening cock between her lips. The taste of pussy and jizz excites her, and she moans softly around his dick. The smell of pussy fills her nose and she breathes deep, savoring the scent. She sucks on his cock, swallowing the mix of sperm and cunt juice, and his dick begins to swell inside her mouth. Once he is hard again, he pulls out and tells her to lick him clean. Her tongue traces from the tip of his head, down his shaft, and over his balls. She can taste the woman’s juice on his sac, and she licks greedily, savoring every tangy taste.

Finally he pulls Karen to the bed, where he pushes her head between the woman's legs. Her pussy lips are soft and wet, his cum is leaking out of her hole. Karen dives in, sucking and licking and nibbling, swallowing every salty bit of sperm she can find. With each stroke of her tongue, the olive-skinned woman moans, and her pussy quivers, squeezing even more semen out of her hot core. Desperate to swallow every trace of cum that was pumped into this woman, Karen sinks her tongue deep inside of her cunt, searching for more of his jizz, delighting in the way the woman pants and squeals as she is tongue fucked. Finally, Karen feels her pussy clamp down around the invading tongue as the woman cums loudly. The man then helps Karen onto the bed, arranging her on her back, and the woman crawls on top, leaving the two women eye to eye.

The man takes his place behind the olive-skinned woman and slides his cock deep inside of her, fucking her from behind. She gazes lustily into Karen’s eyes, gasping each time that he shoves his dick into her. The woman licks her lips and moans softly just above Karen’s face, leaning down as if to kiss her before bringing her head back up, leaving Karen squirming on the bed, denying her even that. Their nipples brush as the man pounds the olive-skinned woman, and Karen feels a thrill each time their hard nubs flick each other. With a final loud cry, the woman’s head leans back and she grips the sheets on either side of Karen, squealing loudly as she cums again.

When the man shoots his load into the other woman’s twat, he moves to the side of the bed and has Karen lick him clean and suck him back to erection again. The woman and the man then help Karen onto her knees before the olive skinned woman turns around, leaning her breasts against the bed and raising her ass into the air. He pushes Karen’s face into the other woman’s pussy. As Karen’s tongue is cleaning her pussy, her nose is stuffed between the woman’s olive ass cheeks. As she tongues the cunt before her, he gropes Karen’s breasts, pinching her nipples. Eventually she has swallowed all of his cum, and no amount of licking can find anymore.

He arranges Karen over a chair, her waist against one side and her tits smashed against the seat. He thrusts his cock into her mouth again, and slowly fucks her mouth and throat like a pussy. She feels the butt plug being pulled out, only to be replaced by something longer and thicker. The woman fucks her ass with a strap on while he enjoys Karen’s mouth. This keeps up for a while, and her pussy gets juicier with each thrust into her mouth and ass. They then lift her onto the bed. The woman removes the strap on and lays in front of her, her thighs on either side of Karen’s face. His cock then pushes into her ass as he shoves her head down into the woman’s crotch. She licks her pussy again, moaning into her wetness as he fucks her ass. He grabs her hips and slams deep into her, fucking her ass roughly. She licks and nibbles and sucks at the pussy before her as her ass is taken, rough and deep and hard and mean. Karen quivers and shakes and her back arches as she orgasms, her ass gripping his shaft tightly, causing him to jizz inside her ass. As soon as he pulls out of her, the butt plug is shoved back into her ass, trapping his cum inside of her.

Afterwards, they undo Karen’s cuffs and make her run a bath. She washes both of them, and towels them off. They tell her what a good clean up slut she has been, and a date is set for next month. Then she is roughly pushed back out of the room and into the hall. The door shuts and locks behind her. She knocks on the door to ask where her clothes are, but gets no answer. Turning red and shivering with lust and humiliation, she begins to look for her skirt and tank top.