Cleaning the Pool Ch. 01

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Summer slavery with Mrs. Sullivan.
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I'll never forget the most thrilling sexual experience of my life. I was eighteen, just out of high school and had gotten a job as a pool cleaner. Each day, I'd drive down to the ritzy neighborhood on the other side of town, and make the rounds to four or five of the most ostentatious houses I'd ever seen. I got paid pretty well, fifty bucks a house if you can believe it.

Each day I'd go out dressed in a red swimsuit and tank top, armed with a net and fish out bugs all day long. It was a good gig. My body was still taught and lithe from my career on the high school swim team. When it got hot I'd take off my tank top, revealing my tanned and rippling muscles. All the while, I'd soak in the looks the neighborhood girls would give me. This was the life.

There was one house in particular I loved working at though. The Sullivan House. Leonard Sullivan was some high priced salesman or something, I never quite caught what he did. He apparently did it so well that his wife, Heather Sullivan, never needed to work a day in her life. Whenever I'd come over, Heather would always be lounging out by the pool or on the deck enjoying something in a fancy glass.

When I tell you that Heather was gorgeous I mean that she was an absolute knockout. She was in her mid thirties but easily could have passed for a twenty year old. A voluptuous hourglass figure, rich full breasts, stunning brown eyes, rich brunette curls that always framed her face so beautifully. But what always did it for me was her ass. The way her ass would just bounce up and down in her skimpy little black bikini was just mesmerizing. When she would strut around the pool, her perfect body covered by nothing more than just a scrap of fabric I couldn't help but stare.

In fact, it was staring that got me in trouble. I'll never forget. It must've been mid June and it was the hottest day of the year. I had already discarded my tank top, it laying in a heap somewhere off on the concrete patio. Even without my tank top I was still sweating, the sweat glistening and rolling off of my rock hard abs. That's when I heard a voice call out to me.

"Pool boy!"

I snapped my head up quickly, looking around.

"Oh pool boy!" Turning my head toward the noise, I saw Heather reclining on a patio chair. She wore her trademark black bikini, the bottoms riding up to frame her perfect ass, a pair of large sunglasses, and a giant white sunhat.

Tentatively I approached her. "Yes Mrs. Sullivan?"

Without skipping a beat she flipped over onto her stomach and undid her top. "Get my back won't you pool boy?"

"U-uh um, sure yeah."

I reached down for the lotion, slathering my hand with the stuff before applying it to her shoulder blades.

"Yes, that's right. However, where I really find that I burn is my lower back."

"What?"

"Are you deaf? I said lower!" She barked.

Shaking, my hand crept lower down her back now caressing just below her waist.

"No, no! Lower!"

Again my hand went lower, this time just skimming the top of her buttocks. I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to hold them, to squeeze those marvelous ass cheeks. I found myself becoming flush and my dick now fully erect. I sprinted off for the Sullivan's pool house.

"What are you doing? You didn't even get my neck!" Mrs. Sullivan shrieked after me.

I didn't care, I needed to get away from her for just a minute. Maybe I could pass it off as a bathroom break, I would figure it out later I just needed relief.

Quickly I slammed the door of the pool house behind me before grasping onto my rock hard cock. It didn't take long for me to cum, between the lotion on my hand and Heather I was halfway there already. Unfortunately what I failed to notice was Heather burst into the room. Just as I erupted in absolute pleasure, my hot stick load flying through the air she slammed open the door. My cum flew far and fast as it fired directly at Heather. I could only see the sticky glob in slow motion as it collided with her now exposed breasts.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Mrs. Sullivan. I had no idea you were there. I'm so sorry, I'm so so-."

She cut me off with her index finger. She looked like a bull about to charge, all fury and hate in her eyes. She took one deep, shaky breath in before speaking. "Go home. We are going to deal with this, tomorrow. You will come here at eight in the morning so we may discuss how we are going to handle this."

"But Mrs.-"

"Go. Home."

I slunk out of the room, my seed still dripping off of Heather's pert nipples. I hung my head in shame and left.

The next morning, I arrived at the Sullivan house. From the eerie silence of the house and the fact that mine was the only car in the driveway, I assumed Heather was alone. I knocked on the door carefully.

"Mrs. Sullivan? Anyone?"

I looked into the still dark house, sitting atop the granite counter top there was a neatly folded pink note.

"I'm in the shower, meet me in the bedroom."

I slowly climbed the wooden spiral staircase up to the second floor. From the end of the hall I could hear a shower running. Fearfully, I went deeper and deeper into the house. I could feel the walls of it enveloping me, closing in. I opened the bedroom door to find a tastefully decorated master bedroom with a queen sized bed, several dressers, and a full body mirror. To my left there was a door that assuredly led to the master bath.

"Oh is that you pool boy? Just stand right there, we can discuss your punishment now." Heather stepped out of the master bath, herself wrapped in a fuzzy pink bathrobe.

"I just wanted to say I'm very sorry Mrs. Sullivan. I don't know what came over me yesterday. If we could just keep this between us I'd be more than willing to pay for the bikini."

"Now, you could just pay me for the bikini, or I could have you fired and your name utterly destroyed in this town forever."

"Please Mrs. Sullivan, I'm begging you-."

She held up a finger for silence. "However, I think I've devised a much more fitting punishment." She slid off the pink bathrobe to reveal the skimpiest, lacy black set of lingerie I had ever seen. "Why don't you get on your knees for me?" She giggled, her brown eyes drifting toward my ever expanding dick.

I could do nothing but simply fall to my knees before her absolutely divine beauty.

"Now, you like to talk a lot. You like to apologize. You know what we call someone who does that?"

I shook my head, my mouth agape.

She turned slowly to reveal that her panties were a thong. "A kiss ass. Now why don't you go ahead and kiss my ass?"

Before me was the most perfect ass I'd ever seen in my life. Tanned, taught, so strong you could use it as an armrest. I quickly placed a little kiss on each of her cheeks.

"Oh come on, you can do better than that." At that she slid the thong down to her knees. "Now when I say kiss my ass." She reached behind her to grab a fist full of my hair. "I mean kiss. My. Ass." She pushed me forward so that my nose was just at her asshole, breathing in her scent. This time I kissed much openly, uninhibited by my own fright.

"No, no. You moron! More tongue!" She called out, her hand still grinding my head against her ass.

I poked and prodded with my tongue at first, eliciting little moans from Heather. I drew my tongue up to her asshole eventually exploring it with my tongue as well. She continued pushing my face harder and harder.

"Yes that's it, oh god yes, yes!" She screamed. With that, she let go of my head and turned back around. When she caught her breath once more she began to speak. "Oh, it's been years since someone touched me like that. Now, here's how this is going to work out. My husband is away in Shanghai on business while my daughter is in Switzerland for study abroad. Which means I've got the house all to myself for the next month or so. In that month or so, you are going to be my personal slave. Each morning at six you shall arrive here to...wake me up and make me breakfast. For the rest of the day, you shall do whatever I say until ten at night when you will go home. Some nights, you may have to spend the night if I so wish. You will do all of this, or I will ruin you. Do you understand?"

I gulped at that last statement. "I mean, I guess so but-"

"Do you understand?"

"Yes Mrs. Sullivan!"

"Good. You'll no longer be calling me 'Mrs. Sullivan' it betrays the nature of our relationship, makes it seem as if you could ever be my equal. From now on you shall call me: Mistress Heather. I shall call you, Slave. Do you understand slave?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes mistress Heather."

"Good. Now, you are to report here tomorrow in uniform." At that she tossed me a pair of red speedos. "Enjoy the rest of your day." She cackled.

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AnonymousAnonymous7 months ago

Any girls looking for a guy to use; 27m my snap is rss3737

AnonymousAnonymousover 2 years ago

Bellissimo inizio, ora vogliamo la continuazione

johsunjohsunalmost 5 years ago
It's a good start, a very good start

But it's just a start - Please don't leave your readers hanging, please complete the story.

AnonymousAnonymousover 6 years ago
Awesome!

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AnonymousAnonymousover 6 years ago
Great start

more please

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