Her moans turned to screams as he pounded her. I could hear her in the other room. The sounds of her passion were loud, her orgasmic gasps almost designed to tease and torment me. This was by design, she had said. She had wanted me to hear, wanted me to know what it was like when a real alpha man fucked her. Somehow, as she had told me before, that made it even more delicious, knowing that I could hear her having sex, but couldn’t participate. My own cock was about to explode as I continued to imagine that it was me in Frank’s place. My hands strained to touch my own throbbing neglected cock. For the first time in over two weeks I was able to get a full-staff erection. I could almost reach it. Almost, but the tips of my fingers grew tantalizingly close, barely able to graze the piss-bottle that she had attached to me, but that was about it. Of course that was by design as well. Part of her whole evil sadistic plan.
“Yess! Oh Yes…fuck me HARDER” She screamed, over and over, while I heard Frank groan passionately. I vowed to savor these sounds coming from the other room, so that when the time came when I finally had my orgasmic reward, it would give me something to think about.
After it seemed like they were finally satisfied and the sounds from the bedroom died down, I heard footsteps, and the light came on. The lid lifted, and it was Aurora, smiling dreamily, looking down at me. She was still wearing that tiny red pleated skirt, only with nothing underneath, not even her thong. Her bare naked ass and pussy were exposed as she sat down.
And she was totally covered in spunk, in both openings. It dripped out of her, and I could see gobs of It had gotten on the inside hem of the skirt. I could almost picture him, fucking her while she still had the skirt on, the hem of her skirt brushing up against his rock hard abs as he bent her over and thrust into her. I couldn’t get that picture out of my mind. But I had a job to do.
“Toilet Slave! I don’t have all God Damn day. Clean me up!” She ordered.
My heart was pounding a million miles a minute. I ran my tongue up and down her ass crack and pussy, tasting the sour goopy taste of his spunk, as well as the hot, stinking ripeness of her violated body. Her tight, tanned and gorgeous body, I thought, and oh, soooo delicious. Yes. This is what I was meant for. I eagerly licked her clean, sucking his juices out of her. Then her pussy lips puckered, squeezing out even more jizz, which I slurped off of her while longingly probing her with my tongue. A shudder and a slight moan escaped her.
They didn’t call him “Gusher” for nothing, I thought. Aurora had once shared a story that Amy Cavazo, one of his regular “Customers” on the island, would only wear a rubber miniskirt when she was with him, as she said that made the mess easier to clean. I knew that part of my chore duties would be to take her soiled skirt down to the basement laundry machines to get cleaned. Oh well, I’ll worry about that later. He certainly had left quite a mess for me to clean up, that was for sure.