Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2012 05:08:52 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: The Cleaner. Part Three.

      This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
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Part Three.

   It was on the bus home, that after settling herself in her seat that she
opened the envelope. Five crisp twenty pound notes were inside with a small
pressed flower. I'm in the wrong job, she thought, and then mentally spent
the money on the way home.

   With excuses to her other Wednesday client, she made arrangements to
change that cleaning job round to Tuesday's and then turned up the
following Wednesday at Peter and Carol's flat and did her usual
chores. Working round Carol at her drawing board till she said that she had
finished. Carol dropped her pencil and pushed herself away from the board.

   `I've done enough for the day as well and Peter will be home soon with
last week's video. Would you like a glass of wine, because I certainly feel
like a drink?' Carol asked. Angela pushed back a damp lock of hair from her
forehead.

   `I would love it, thank you,' she replied. She followed Carol into the
kitchen, where two glasses were produced, and then filled with some red
wine.

   `I feel like something with body in it today,' she said sitting down and
gesturing for Angela to sit also. She took a deep drink from her
glass. `I've been on tenterhooks all day waiting for you to come. Then
watching you bustle round doing what I just can't seem to get myself round
to doing. All the time waiting for you to finish and for Peter to come home
with the film. I'm all excited,` and she gave out a little shiver of her
body.

   `Look!' she proffered her arm across the table. `I've come all out in
goose pimples. Feel.' Angela stroked her arm with a gentle downward sweep
of her hand.

   `Oooh,' said Carol, giving another shiver. `Look at your arm. You've got
them too.' She then stroked Angela's arm. `You feel very hot.' She reached
out and pushed the damp strand of hair back off Angela's face.

   `Why don't you have a shower while we're waiting. It'll be another hour
yet before he comes home.'

   `But I've just cleaned the shower,' Angela protested.

   `Pish,' retorted Carol, `that's what it's there for. To be used when you
are feeling hot. Come on. Into the bedroom with you.' Carol refilled the
glasses, and picking hers up, said, `Well, come on then and bring your wine
with you.' Angela picked up her glass and followed Carol through the lounge
and into the bedroom, knowing damn well what this was leading up to, but
played the innocent. Carol had gathered up two large bath towels from the
airing cupboard on the way, and now laid them on the bed. She went into the
bathroom and turned on the shower, coming back into the bedroom saying that
it was ready for her.

   Angela slowly started to undress herself. Blouse and skirt off, but
seemed to have difficulty with unhooking her bra.

   `Damn thing,' said Angela, her hand fumbling up behind her back, `new
one's are always the same.'

   `Let me help,' said Carol, only too eager, and as Angela expected. She
dropped her hands so that Carol could undo the hooks at the back and push
the straps off her shoulders. She put her hands round to ease Angela's tits
out of the cups. Her hands sliding up under the swell of the breasts, and
gently rubbed them as the bra fell free.

   Angela leaned her head back as Carol moved up close behind her, still
caressing the ample breasts, raising the nipples to a rock hardness. They
both stood stock still, the only movement being Carol's hands and their
heaving chests as they breathed. The only sounds being Carol's heavy
breathing, the ragged intake of Angela's breathing and the running water in
the shower. The last slowly permeating Carol's senses so that she
reluctantly let go of Angela.

   `Go and have that shower,' she said with a husky voice, as she quickly
pulled down Angela's panties, giving the pert arse in front of her a quick
kiss as she pushed her towards the bathroom.

   Angela entered the shower and started slowly to soap herself. The hot
water having the strange effect of cooling her. She sensed that Carol was
behind her and was not surprised for the soap to be taken from her hand and
used on her back. She stood under the steady stream, luxuriating in the
warmth of both the water and the touch of Carol as she was being soaped
down between her legs. The intimate parts being stroked and caressed,
bringing her to the point of orgasm.

   She stopped the questing hand by turning round and embracing Carol,
holding her head and kissing her deeply. Their breasts crushing against
each other as they strained into each other, grinding their hips and pubic
bones together. Oblivious to the cascading shower, they performed a
sensuous dance without foot movement. But their bodies moved, slowly
twisting and turning, touching and rubbing. Their hands everywhere,
caressing, feeling and searching. They broke apart, panting heavily.

   `Come,' said Carol, her voice all throaty, and taking Angela's hand, led
her into the bedroom, leaving pools of water around their wet footprints
and the shower still running.

   They fell onto the bed and slithered around. First one on top, then the
other. Carol took control and pushing open Angela's legs, buried her face
into the open thighs. She parted the lips and teased the swollen bud with
her tongue and lips. Her tongue then poking itself into the entrance to the
vagina, pushing and twisting and tasting the juices that flowed out. Angela
bucked her hips into Carol's face as she climaxed, the sweet juice
lathering the chin and cheeks of Carol as she tried to suck in as much as
possible.

   As Angela's groans subsided, Carol kissed her way up till she lay
completely on top, letting Angela lick off the remains of her own coming
that was still on Carol's cheeks. They kissed deep. French kissing, as it
used to be called. The deep probing of the tongue as far as possible into
your partner's mouth. Perspiration between their crushed breasts made them
slip easily across each other as Carol twisted to bring Angela on
top. Taking this as her cue, Angela kissed her way down past the pert
breasts, pausing to nibble on each hard nipple. Down she slid to finish in
the reverse position as before. She did exactly as what was done to her,
the licking, sucking, biting and tonguing, till she brought Carol to her
orgasm, and having her face and mouth coated with the nectar from her honey
pot.

   They lay, kissing and caressing each other till Carol whispered that it
was time to stop. Peter would be home soon with the video. So off the bed
and into the shower they both went. It was almost as sexless as the first
one wasn't. They washed their bodies with just the odd lingering touch at a
breast, or a long sweep down a thigh. Soon, they were rubbing each other
down with the fresh thick white towels, rubbing so that their bodies glowed
a bright pink.

                                                         *

   They were dressed and sitting down at the kitchen table drinking some
wine, when Peter arrived home. He burst in, flinging his coat in the
direction of the coat rack, and charged on into the kitchen.

   `A triumph! A blockbuster! A masterpiece!' he cried, throwing the video
cassette on the table and grabbing the wine bottle and pouring out a full
glass, which he promptly drained before pouring out another.

   `I salute the cameramen. Excuse me,' he bowed to Carol, `the camera
people, myself being one. I doubly salute the cast. The scintillating, the
titillating, the sheer eroticism of the cast of three. The poetry of love,
the...'

   `Shut up Peter,' Carol interrupted, `and drink your wine.' She paused,
`I gather that you like the video we made?'

   `Like it? Like it?...I love it! It's the best that we've ever done. Come
on, come.' He enthused, starting to leave the kitchen.

   `Hold your bloody horses man! We've been sitting here for the past two
hours waiting for you,' Carol expostulated. `Open a fresh bottle of wine
first, and we will, with some decorum, adjourn to the lounge with
you. There, to watch the first viewing of what you have undoubtedly already
called your best `fuck film' of the century.' He opened a fresh bottle of
wine while Carol was leading forth.

   `So let's go see it,' she said rising from the chair, `come Angela and
see what you said you would like to see. Yourself, making love on film.'
She picked up her glass and the half empty bottle of wine, juggling them
about with the video cassette as well as she led the way into the lounge,
with Angela and Peter following.

   Carol inserted the cassette into the video machine and turned it on as
well as the television. Angela sat down on the settee and Peter settled
himself next to her and refilled the glasses. Carol had sat down on the
other side of Peter and operated what they called the "doufler". The
battery operated handset for the changing of channels or stations. She set
the video to play and sat back with her glass of wine.

   Angela sat mesmerised as she watched herself undressing and posing and
was amazed of what a perfect body she had. She was proud of that fact, and
pleased that what she was doing on the screen, to her mind, was with so
much poise and nonchalance as to make her believe that she really was an
actress. Don't be silly, she said to herself. You're a tart, but still a
good looking one at that.

   As the film went on, she laughed at the genuine surprised expression on
Peter's face as she came out of the bathroom naked, with him spilling the
wine down his front at the sight of her. She glanced across at Carol and
saw that she was stroking the bulge in Peter's trousers as the film went
on.

   With half an eye on the television screen, she watched Carol, who was
also watching the screen and not at what she was doing as she unzipped
Peter's fly and pulled out his erection. As the excitement on the film
increased, so did Carol's hand start to work harder on Peter's erection,
jerking him off. It was funny to see Carol go down on Peter's prick and
still try to watch the action that was taking place on the screen as his
hips started to buck.

   Carol then concentrated on what was in her mouth, and worked her head up
and down on his cock until he started to shudder. Angela could imagine the
come shooting into Carol's mouth and throat, the salty sperm coating her
tongue and mouth, and licked her own lips in a reflex action.

   Carol slowed her mouthing and lifted up her head off his red bobbing
cock, giving it a quick flick with her tongue as she did so. Then she lay
back to watch the film, lifting up her skirt and putting her hand down
inside her panties and began to start fingering herself.

   Angela was wet herself and could feel it oozing out and running down the
inside of her thigh. She licked her lips again as she saw herself on the
screen take Peter's erection into her mouth. Her hand went out involuntary
and took hold of Peter's limp dick that lay out exposed next to her, and
massaged it as well as his balls. She watched the sperm pass from his cock
to her mouth in the spurting ejaculations that Carol had caught perfectly
on the film.

   It turned her on so much that she turned and bent down and took Peter's
limp dick into her mouth. Being limp, she was able to take it all in so
that her nose and lips were deep into his pubic hairs. Her mouth and tongue
worked on that turgid piece of flesh so that it started to respond and grow
ever larger and slowly force her head back as it grew in size and filled
her mouth. But before it grew to its full size, she pulled the foreskin
back, so that the head, starved of blood, began to throb and pulsate. She
drew her head back off of it and let the air get at the now bloated cock
head, throbbing with the trapped blood, purple in colour, the eye winking
with every pulse beat of his heart. It glistened with her saliva and she
went back down on it and sucked as she worked her hand up and down on the
shaft. She could feel him start to tremble in his thighs as the pressure
built up, and then he was coming into her mouth. She swallowed every time
the spurts hit her throat, and kept sucking on him till he stopped jerking,
running her tongue round the head of his cock still in her mouth till it
was clean before she released him.

   Then with her tongue moving round in her mouth still tasting him, leaned
back on the settee to watch the rest of the film. Peter, on the screen, was
now in his garter belt and stockings and being assaulted by Angela and
Carol.

   `Angela, can I?' Peter asked in her ear, his hand already going into her
panties, his fingers questing their way upwards to her crevice. He could
feel her wetness as she dumbly nodded for him to carry on. So he slipped
off the settee and positioned himself between her legs, pulling her down a
little so that she was almost slumped on the settee. He didn't even try to
pull down her panties, but ripped them apart to reveal her wide open
sex. His head went down and fastened his mouth on her now dripping wet
inside. He sucked and chewed on her and brought her to a quick orgasm which
he greedily drank as she gave out a small scream as she bucked through
it. He lifted his head, his mouth and chin dripping as he peered up at her
grinning.

   `Don't stop now Peter,' she pleaded, slipping to the floor, opening her
legs wide. `Fuck me please! Fuck me now,' she implored. She frantically
pulled him down on top of her, fumbling between them till she grabbed his
cock, finding it hard again.

   `Come on Peter, put it in. Pleeese!'

   He shifted himself and slipped himself into her, his full weight coming
to bear on her as he buried himself deep inside. She bucked her hips as
they pushed hard against each other.

   `Come on Peter,' she whispered in his ear as they moved on the floor,
`it's the last time, so fuck me. Fuck me good. Oooh,' she moaned as she
writhed underneath him, making him move in unison. He then raised his upper
body and with his arms straight down holding him, he thrust forward as hard
as he could. Driving his cock in as deep as he could, his balls hampered by
his trousers didn't stop him from pounding and pumping away, until what
sperm he had left, came shooting up into her vagina.

   The fabric of his trousers was rubbing her raw as he kept pushing
himself into her, but she didn't mind. She gave another scream as she
orgasmed again and fell limp beneath him. Thank fuck for that, he thought
as he collapsed on top of her. I don't think I could have lasted much
longer myself.

   Carol had to help Peter up off of Angela, so spent was he. She helped
him to the settee and folded his prick away and zipped him up. She then
helped Angela up from the floor and sat her down too. Angela noticed that
the screen was blank, so the video must have finished.

   `Well. That was some session,' she pointedly remarked with a somewhat
petulant expression on her face. `I'm in the movie. You two are in the
movie, but you get to do the encore.'

   `Aaah shut up Carol,' Peter said, `you get to do the reprise when
Angela's gone. Then the reprise of the reprise. Then the encore of the
reprise as well as the sequel to the reprise ad infinitum. So don't be so
shitty.'

   `Well! You don't have to talk to me like that, you turd. Come Angela,'
she said, pulling Angela up from the settee, `Let's go into the kitchen and
talk women's talk and let Casanova there stew awhile.'

   Angela was a bit on the wobbly side, but she managed to make a graceful
exit from the lounge. She didn't really understand the need for that last
verbal exchange between them, but then it wasn't her problem so she didn't
really care. Before she sat down, Angela pulled down the remnants of her
panties and put them in the bin, and accepting the glass of wine from
Carol, then sat down.

   `Crass bastard,' Carol said as she sat down at the table, `thinks he's
God's gift to women. Well let me tell you,' Carol broke off to hiccup and
drink some more wine, `excuse me. I could tell you stories you wouldn't
believe.' Carol slurred with the last sentence.

   `I thought he was pretty good, and I haven't thanked you for letting me
take part in the film and getting to see myself making love,' said
Angela. `It was a lovely experience.'

   `Don't mention it. It was nice having you,' Carol said, waving her glass
and spilling some of the contents over the table and starting to laugh,
`and you having me, and us having him.' She broke off almost choking with
her laughter. She wiped the tears from her eyes and leaned across the table
and put her hand out and covered Angela's, who had also laughed with her.

   `Sorry about that. But seriously, it was wonderful making that film with
you. You were fantastic Angela. Do you want a copy of it? Er...second
thoughts. Do you want a part copy? I think that Peter would edit the last
piece out. You know, the part where he gets dressed up. I don't think he
would let that part of the film get out, if you know what I mean.'

   `No, no. I don't want a copy for similar reasons. I don't think my
boyfriend would approve. Not that he wouldn't, or doesn't watch porno
films. It's just a man thing that he wouldn't like to see me making it with
another man,' said Angela, `or,' she giggled, `seeing us two kiss with
another man's prick between our lips shooting out his come all over
us. That would really blow his mind.'

   They both laughed at the remembrance of that scene.

   `Tell you what,' said Carol, `we'll keep the tape in with the others,
and mark it "Angels". Then you can watch it when you come over. What do you
think?'

   `Yes. That sounds good, though I don't think that I'll have much time to
sit and watch with the cleaning to be done,' Angela replied.

   `Pish,' said Carol, `if you want to watch it again, you'll make the
time,' she grinned as she squeezed Angela's hand. `Did you enjoy making the
video? I hope you did, because I certainly did,' giving Angela's hand
another squeeze. `In fact, I wouldn't say no to making another one with
you. It was such a wonderful experience. How was it with you?'

   `Well it was good and I enjoyed every minute of making it, and watching
it. But another one? Not just yet. I...I don't think I could handle it for
a while,' Angela replied, `but that's not saying that I'm not averse to
another go at a later date,' she grinned, and so, with promises of making
it again sometime in the future, Angela left, with another cool one hundred
pounds in her pocket. A "tip" gratefully accepted.

   That was some months ago. She still looked to see if they had made
anymore, but up to date, they hadn't.

                                                         *

   Her regular Wednesday morning clean was at the flat of Mark
Turner. Philippa had signed him up nearly a year before and she had done
the cleaning there originally, but with the expansion of the business, had
passed it on to Angela.

   She straight away understood why Pippa, that was what she called her,
using the shortened version of her name because she knew that it annoyed
her to have it shortened like that. She had kept this client to herself,
because the fifteen pounds was left out regularly for the three hour clean
of an already spotlessly clean flat. It was hard to justify an hour's work,
let alone three.

   It was a strange flat. It could almost be taken for a suite in an hotel,
except that it didn't have a Gideon's Bible in the bedside cabinet drawer.

   It was devoid of personality. Not a picture frame to be dusted, no
memento's to be moved (to show that a cleaner had been in at all). No photo
album, magazines or papers. A couple of reference books and a dictionary
were the only items of reading material to be found on the small
bookcase. This was always free of dust, as was nearly every flat
surface. Shirts in the dresser were packed in the cellophane wrappers of a
local laundry. Suits, well tailored, hung in the wardrobe, and no suitcases
were to be found. The kitchen held but the barest of essentials. Two of
everything from cups through pans to the cutlery. The only sign of
occupancy was the damp towel, wet soap and a sprinkling of talcum powder on
the bathroom carpet.

   The only major find, was when out of sheer desperation for something to
do, she decided to change the sheets on the made up bed. The bottom sheet,
she found, was liberally spotted with semen stains. She put fresh sheets on
the bed and remade it, putting the soiled ones into the laundry basket,
giving it no more thought until the day she went in much earlier than
normal.

   She had wanted to get Mark's place out of the way early so that she
could get to Carol and Peter's place on that day.

                                                         *

   Letting herself in, she hung up her coat and went straight through the
living room towards the bedroom. The door was half open and she went in,
and came to a full stop just inside. She hadn't made any noise whatsoever,
and by suddenly standing still, was not noticed by the two figures on the
bed.

   The top sheet and blanket were on the floor and the two naked bodies lay
across the bed's width, performing oral sex on each other. The two men lay
in juxtaposition, each holding the other's erect penis in their mouth and
moving their heads up and down in unison.

   Angela held her breath as she watched the big penis almost disappear
into the throat of the man nearest the door. His head came clear, letting
her see the thick, red, pulsing cock head that the man then ran his tongue
round the hard knob before taking it back deep into his mouth and bob his
head again.

   She was fascinated, never having seen two men perform fellatio
together. To see how a man sucks on a hard cock, trying to compare how she
did it. The way the hard piece of flesh was worked round inside the
cheek. The nibbling down the shaft and the way the balls were being fondled
and manipulated.

   The movement of the two on the bed increased in tempo, and the one whose
head was the furthest away, released the rampant prick and lay back,
letting the other man move up and over him. His hand was moving up and down
on the shaft in time to his head movements. The legs below him started to
move and the hips began to lift up as he obviously started to come. The man
on top was then holding the shaft in both of his hands as he held the head
in his mouth as the man below came. She could see the upper man's throat
muscles moving as he swallowed what was erupting into his mouth.

   The body on the bed stopped moving as the fiery head of his cock was
released and a tongue gently wiped the top. She still hadn't been able to
see the faces of either man.

   Angela pulled back into the shadow of the door as the two men separated
themselves and one of them got off the bed and went into the bathroom. She
saw the legs of the man who had just been sucked dry, roll over on the bed
onto his stomach. She heard the soft footfalls of the other man return from
the bathroom and the sigh of the bed as he got back on it. She peeked round
the door again to see his erection was covered with a condom and was
putting some gel on the end of it. The other man had risen up onto his
knees and his arse was up in the

air, just getting some of the gel smeared between the proffered cheeks of
his bum.

   The tube of gel was dropped onto the floor as the man then, with one
hand holding his cock, guided it to the smeared rear of the other and
watched in fascination as she saw that hard covered cock slide into the
rear of the other man. Watching it disappear till his balls were tight up
against the white cheeks. Then with both hands holding the white bony hips,
he slowly began to fuck him. His balls making small smacking sounds with
every thrust. As he moved in and out, his head came back, the cords of his
neck standing out as he kept ramming himself in and out. The recipient was
giving out groans with every penetration and twisted his head round as he
did so. Angela gave a little gasp as she saw that it was Mark who was being
fucked there on the bed. The man who was fucking him gave out a cry as he
held Mark's bum up tight to himself as he came inside the obvious tight
arse. His thighs quivering as he pumped his last shots out and then fell
forward onto Mark's back, who in turn, fell onto the bed with the man still
inside him.

                                                         *

   Angela withdrew from the doorway, but turning into the hall, her hip
caught a small table, causing it to rock. Her heart leapt into her throat
as she saw the small figurine on it fall over to the floor. It didn't break
and the noise that it made wasn't loud, but she heard a muffled exclamation
come from the bedroom. She quickly stood the figurine up and fled to the
kitchen.

   She stood trembling at the sink as she ran some water into the kettle,
just enough to make a couple of cups. It quickly boiled and she made a
strong cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table. She had calmed her
nerves down with half of the cup before Mark came in. He was barefoot and
wore a crimson dressing gown.

   `Ah, coffee,' he said, not looking at Angela.

   `I'll get it,' said Angela, jumping up, `you sit down.' She bustled
about and soon put a mug of coffee down in front of him and sat down again
with hers. She pushed the sugar bowl towards him, and he slowly spooned
some into his mug and stirred it. Angela sipped her coffee and waited in
silence. She knew he would say something eventually. He kept stirring his
coffee, the silence stretching out and filling the kitchen.

   He finally broke and said very softly, `You saw, didn't you?' He looked
at her now for the first time. She nodded. It was her turn now to drop her
eyes down.

   `I'm sorry that you had to see that,' he said.

   `No, no. It was my fault,' protested Angela, `I should have made a noise
or something. I didn't know you were in the house.'

   `No,' Mark said. `It was my fault. I forgot that it was your day for
cleaning. He...he...he doesn't normally stay overnight during the
week. It's usually the weekend. They were sitting late last night, so he
decided to come here instead of going home.'

   Angela heard a soft movement out in the hall beyond the kitchen
door. She saw Mark glance towards it, but Angela gave no sign that she had
heard anything. They both heard the front door close quietly and Mark
seemed to relax and he turned his head back to her.

   `Did you recognise him?' Mark asked quietly. Angela nodded, even though
she hadn't.

   `Oh dear oh dear,' Mark murmured. He reached across the table and took
Angela's hand gently. `You won't say anything, will you?' he implored, `it
would ruin him.'

   `Of course not Mark,' she replied indignantly. `We girl's see a lot, but
we never tell. What two adults do in the privacy of their own home is their
own business. You can trust me on that Mark.' She covered his hand that
held hers. `I've also found out that people who hold onto a secret too
long, start to fret and worry. Believe me. I've seen too much of men like
yourself, holding it in, unable to talk to anybody. Bottling it up and
almost driving themselves to the point of suicide because they couldn't
speak of it, of their inclination or of their love for another man.'

   `You're so right,' Mark answered. `I've been worrying myself sick of
late. Not for me, but for David...Oh, oh, but you know him now. I'm worried
about him. Worried what would happen to him if it came out. He's been
tipped for a post in the cabinet very soon and I know we should stop seeing
each other. For his sake, but we can't seem to stop. We've only got to see
each other again and all my concerns go out the window. I think it's the
same, I hope, for him too.'

                                                         *

   `How did it start,' Angela gently prodded, speaking quietly.

   `With David?' he asked.

   `No. I mean the first time,' she said softly. He stirred his half mug of
coffee absently. `The first time,' he mused, a half smile on his face as he
thought back. `The first time. That was with Michael back when I was a
student. I have been out with girls!' he said somewhat defiantly. `You
know. The first fumblings in the cycle shed. The thrill of getting your
hand inside the blouse of a girl, feeling her breasts and nipples, and then
getting them to take your prick in their hand and working on it. Oh!
Sorry. You don't mind me saying the naughty words, do you?'

   `Not at all,' Angela replied, `I've heard them all. Even out of
context. Say them as they come.'

   `Well there was Clarissa. What a prick tease. I tried everything to get
into her pants, but no way. But I did get her to give me some head. You
know what I mean by that?' Angela nodded. `She had some mouth, and I liked
what she did with it, and her tongue and teeth.  So that was the first time
I came inside a woman instead of a handkerchief. I liked it but I never did
get to fuck her. We finally broke up over some stupid argument, though I
can't remember now what it was about.' He took a mouthful of cold coffee,
but didn't seem to notice that it was cold.

   `I did get my end away eventually with some girl. A couple of times
really, but I was disappointed. It wasn't all that it was cracked up to
be. By now, I was at the university. One of our small crowd invited us to
his parent's house in the country for a weekend and so eight of us piled
into two cars and off we went. Well as it turned out, the house wasn't big
enough for us all to have separate rooms, so some of us would have to
double up, as it were.'

   He took another sip of his cold coffee, before continuing.

   `I was paired off to share a bed with Michael for the weekend. Well we
had a bloody good dinner with lots of wine with port to follow. I think we
were all pretty drunk when we turned in and I don't think any of us had
thought to bring any night clothes. Anyway, I stripped off, falling over as
I did so, but crawled naked into bed. I watched in my drunken haze as
Michael undressed, falling over as I had done getting out of his trousers,
and we both laughed as he finally got into the bed with me.

   There was nothing striking about him or anything thing that attracted
me.  His tackle was about the same size as mine and his body was firm and
muscled the same. I also didn't have any amorous or sexual thoughts towards
him at all at that time.

   It was quite cold in that bedroom and so I naturally snuggled up to him
so that we could share our body heat. He was laying on his left side facing
away from me, so I just naturally fitted my body up to his like two spoons
in the drawer. One hand I had under my head and the other was on his bare
hip. Somehow we moved and my hand was then down on his genitals. My hand
moved as if it had a life of its own and it seemed a most naturally thing
to do as it closed round his limp dick, the back of my hand brushing
against his balls.

   With my hand moving up and down, it started to grow bigger until he was
fully erect and I didn't stop even then. The skin shifting over this shaft
of muscle, up to the head of his cock and then down to the base at his
belly. He shifted in the bed so that he was then flat on his back, my hand
still slowly wanking him.

   `That's good,' he murmured, `don't stop.'

   `What do you want me to do?' I heard myself ask of him. My head was now
resting on his chest, just under his chin, as I continued moving my hand up
and down on his cock.

   `Whatever you want, but don't soil the sheets.' In my drunken state,
which I'm not using as an excuse for what I did, I slid further down the
bed, my head staying on his body as I did so. Till it was then resting on
his stomach and as I continued to work my hand on his erection, feeling the
tip of his cock touching my chin. It just seemed natural to me to open my
mouth and take it in. The first taste was of a subtle sweetness that I
rolled round my tongue before swallowing. Moving the head of his cock in my
mouth reminded me of what Clarissa had done to me, so I did it as well as I
could, trying to remember what she did.

   I thoroughly enjoyed doing that to him, having that large piece of
throbbing flesh in my mouth. Working my tongue round the head, feeling that
muscle respond to my touch. Michael's hand came down under the sheet and
held my head as his hips started to buck. His cock sliding in and out
faster as I felt the surge of his sperm coming up from his balls and
shooting it into my mouth. I didn't have a chance to taste it, swallowing
as fast as it came pumping out of his cock. I took all of it and then
licked the wilting thing clean as I fell asleep with it in my mouth, just
like a child does with a dummy.'

                                                         *

   Mark stopped speaking there, and rose from the table and put the kettle
on. Nothing was said until two mugs of fresh coffee were back on the
table. He sat down and carried on speaking.

   `I seemed to come awake in the middle of an erotic dream that turned out
to be real. Michael was doing to me, what I had done to him during the
night. He was under the bed clothes and his mouth was fastened over my
erection. What a sensation! I stretched out, my cock throbbing and my balls
full of agitated sperm. A lovely way to wake up in the morning, his mouth
doing wonderful things to my bursting cock. Move over Clarissa, you were an
amateur. My hips started to move of their own accord as I thrust up into
Michael's mouth. I cried out as my come burst out into his throat. He
sucked on me with a strength I didn't believe was possible. His hand was
gentle as he milked my balls of every single cell and took the lot.

   That was the first time I did oral sex with another man. The second time
was that same night. All that day he was in my thoughts, and it was
possible that he thought of me. As that evening wore on, I would look
across the room and find that he was looking at me. He would give me a shy
kind of smile and a wink. I would wink back and then I knew what was going
to happen later that night. It seemed that we were both waiting for one
person to say that they were turning in, because when one of the guests
finally did just that, we both said at the same time that we would also
retire for the night.

   I didn't give a damn what might have been said after we both left the
salon together. All I could think of was getting into bed with Michael. To
have his big cock in my hand and then in my mouth, and him doing the same
to me.

   It was paradise. As soon as we were in our room, we tore off our clothes
and fell on the bed. Our mouth's hungry for the taste of each other. I was
in heaven with his cock in my mouth and mine in his. His tongue and teeth
bringing me to the point of ejaculation, and then his hand cleverly
stopping it, prolonging it, causing me an agony I had never felt
before. When I came, he came too. It was just like being born I think. The
smell, the taste and the feel was all of something that I had never
experienced before in my life.

   That night was all oral sex. We licked, sucked and washed each other
with our tongues. It was bliss. The next and last night at this house, we
added anal sex to the oral. This time we didn't rush into the bedroom and
frantically fight for each other's organ. We took it slow. The kissing and
the fondling we did while we did the undressing of each other. Then it was
gentle sucking and nibbling, arousing and then retreating. Then the moment
of truth arrived. We tossed a coin as to who would fuck whom first and I
won the toss and elected to give. Michael had some condoms and there was
cream in the bathroom, so with a liberal dollop between Michael's cheeks
and some on the end of my erection, I knelt between his legs as he also
knelt on the bed, leaning forward, resting on his forearms.

   `Take it slow. Let my muscles relax before pushing too hard,' he said. I
did as he asked and I put my creamed cock head to his creamed bum and
slowly felt myself slide into him. I think he had done this before, because
he seemed so relaxed. Well I was in for my first experience of fucking
another man, my cock buried deep inside him. It was great. Much tighter
than a woman's pussy. The tightness was all round my cock and it seemed to
make it swell bigger than ever. I started off slowly, but was soon going in
and out of him like a steam engine. It was the then greatest fuck of my
life. I held hard onto his hips as I pumped at that tight hole until I gave
out a cry and shot my load into him.

   Then it was my turn. After disposing of my condom and helping to clean
him up, I knelt on the bed, resting my head on my arms as Michael had done,
and flinched as the cold cream touched my bum.

   `Relax,' said Michael, `the secret is to relax.'

   The next touch was of his cock, nudging at the entrance to my
backside. As he pushed, I tried to relax, but it took several deep breaths
and gentle pushing by Michael for me to feel the head slip in. What a
sensation. It hurt that first penetration, but with the head of his cock
in, the rest of him suddenly slid right inside till I felt his thighs
pressed up close to my bum. The feeling was indescribable. That throbbing
piece of flesh deep inside of me. The beat of Michael's heart could be felt
by the blood pounding through his cock. I had an instant erection with him
inside me and I got a perverse thrill of somehow being in control while it
was me that was being fucked. Michael pumped away at me and I could feel
every ridge of his penis against my inner walls as he thrust away. As I
felt his body stiffen and start to jerk his sperm into me, my own started
to shoot out onto the sheet below me as he ground his hips against me and
pushed me forward onto the bed. My cock being squashed under me still
spurting out my seed as the last of his came into me.

   His body was heavy on my back, but I could still feel that hard prong of
flesh still twitching inside of me. He made such a quick withdrawal that it
made me gasp with the sudden emptiness of my being. I think I wept as he
rolled off me.'

   Mark took a sip of his now second cold mug of coffee. He wiped the back
of his hand across his eyes and continued.

   `Well, after that weekend, we shared the same room at the university,
and stayed together for the rest of our time there.'

   He drank the rest of his coffee.

   `After university we went our different ways. Last I heard, he was out
in Saudi somewhere. Something to do with trying to make sea water
drinkable. Desalinisation it's called.

   Anyway, I drifted in and out of a few relationships. Nothing steady. It
was rather sordid looking back on it.' He gave a chuckle. `If I'd carried
on like that, I'd probably have finished up in the Sunday papers,
"Prominent Surgeon Bares Chopper In Public Toilets". But thankfully I met
David who'd just become a member of my club. I was at a loose end one night
and expected to dine alone, when I saw David on his own at the bar. I
stopped for a chat and shortly asked if he would care to dine with me. He
agreed, and so we went into the dining room. It was almost empty, so we
were almost alone and quite private.

   We had both just finished and had enjoyed our meal and there was just
enough wine left in the bottle for two more glasses. We both had reached
for it at the same time. My hand was on the bottle and his hand covered
mine. We sat there like statues for several seconds, his hand covering
mine, neither of us moving. We looked into each other's eyes, not a word
being spoken, but we knew. We both knew.

   I had intended to stay the night at the club, but we took a cab, holding
hands till we reached his flat. A nice fashionable bachelor pad in one of
the mews in Kensington. Once inside, we kissed and touched each other. Both
of us were aroused and we went into the bedroom...You don't want to hear
anymore, do you?' Mark asked.

   `Ooooh. Don't tease me,' Angela responded, `I do love romantic
stories. Go on, please go on. You went into the bedroom, and...?'

   `Well,' Mark's hands were twisting his coffee mug around.

   `Well, we went into the bedroom, our eyes not leaving each other's as we
slowly undressed. I think we both had trouble getting our underpants off
because of our erections. We are both about the same height and our tackle
about the same size. Both of our cocks seemed to be quivering as we faced
each other. I made the first move by reaching out and taking his rigid
member in my hand, which felt hot and was solid muscle, and led him to the
bed and sat him down. His erection sticking up proud from between his legs,
and I knelt down and took him into my mouth. I felt him shudder as my mouth
closed over him and moved my head and down on his engorged head, if you'll
excuse the pun.

   After a few minutes of sucking, he pulled my head up off him, and made
me stand up as he knelt down and pulled me closer, and with his mouth open,
guided me into it. It was hot and warm as it closed over my helmet. I kept
still as I felt the pleasure of his mouth working on me.

   I pulled out before I lost control and got onto the bed and lay down. He
then swivelled round so that we could then both pleasure each
other. Sucking, licking, the fondling of balls. It was magnificent. We both
could feel the sperm surging and let go at the same time. Taking the salty
bursts in the back of the throat, swallowing it and hoping for more of the
same. We licked each other clean and then lay in each other's arms, kissing
and talking for the rest of the night, till once again our erections came
between us and we did it all over again.

   We would sleep together whenever we could until he got elected, then had
to be very careful with our relationship. So we would only spend the
weekend together here. His place was now off limits because of the
media. We've been going together now for six years, and last night is, was,
only about the third time that he has stayed here during the week.'

   He dropped his head into his hands.

   `I don't know what is going to happen now. He might want to finish it
with me.'

   Angela jumped up and went round and put her arms around his neck and
hugged him close.

   `No he won't,' she said fiercely. `You tell him that you love him, come
what may. You love him and will stick by him, come hell or high water. I
didn't see anything, you tell him that. Now get up and go and have a shower
and you'll feel much better when you're at work. Come on.' She pulled him
up from the chair and pushed him towards the door. She had also noticed
that in the telling of his story, he had given himself an erection. It was
clearly pushing out the front of his dressing gown. As he went down the
hall, she called out to him.

   `If I was a man and had a cock the size of yours, I'd be right proud of
it,' she grinned as he raised his hand and waggled his fingers as he went
into the bedroom.

   She had just finished cleaning the kitchen when Mark appeared in his
city suit.

   `Thank you Angela,' he said, `I think you provided the very therapy that
I've been looking for.' He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

`Don't do anything I wouldn't do,' he said with a smile as he left to go to
work.

   Angela gathered herself together, and with a broad smile, finished off
her duties at Mark's place.

                                                         *

   `Angela!!!' Philippa screeched into the phone. Oh no, Angela groaned to
herself. It was ten p.m. and she'd just got in from the pub. All she wanted
was her bed. Epsom was already in hers and asleep. Mike was still watching
football highlights on the television.

   `Angela,' the voice grated again, `I need you to give me a hand in the
morning. I know that you've got Mr Adams, but that's a key job. (A key job
being one where the cleaner has the keys of the house that she
cleans. Usually the client is out all day so that the cleaner can go in at
whatever time suits her). I've got to cover for that bitch Elsie tomorrow,
so I need a hand at Fred Pritchard's place.'

   `Not that fucking pigsty?' Angela retorted.

   `Yes. That what you call a pigsty is what keeps us going. I'll see you
there at ten. Don't be late.' The connection was broken.

   `Bollocks,' said Angela into the buzzing phone. I hate that fucking
house, she said to herself. Four blokes sharing made more mess than a
litter of pigs.

   It was with reluctance that Angela banged on the door of Pritchard's
house at about twenty past ten the next morning. The door was yanked open
by an indignant Philippa.

   `What time do you call this?' she demanded.

   `Hold your bloody horses and put your Tampax back in,' Angela retorted,
pushing past into the house. `It's me doing you a favour, so cut it out and
we'll get the job done. Where's the bloody coffee,' going into the kitchen,
`I've got one hell of a hangover.' She made two mugs of coffee and took
them into the sitting room where Philippa had started to clean up.

   `Bloody hell! They've had burglars,' Angela exclaimed. The room looked
as though she was right. There were clothes strewn everywhere. A week's
supply of newspapers were scattered all over the floor and chairs. Books on
the floor, cups, mugs, glasses and empty beer cans covered every flat
surface.

   Angela used her foot to clear a space on the coffee table, knocking the
debris from last night's take away onto the floor, so that she could put
down the hot coffee mugs.

   `I was right. It is a bloody pigsty! Sit down Pippa and drink your
coffee. It does wonders for your metabolism.' She wasn't quite sure what it
meant, but it sounded good.

   `My...name...is...Philippa. Not Pippa,' she said slowly, but sat down
anyway and sipped at her coffee. `You're right. It is a pigsty, but when
we've cleaned the place, you can see that it's been done.'

   They drank their coffee and then set to work. Though the sitting room
was a mess, three of the bedrooms were kept reasonably tidy. The fourth was
the one Philippa walked into.

   `Angel!!' she screamed, `come and see this!'Angela went along and into
the bedroom from where the scream had come from.

   `Look...look...the dirty bastard. Just look at this room,' she said,
pointing at some objects that were lying around the bed. Angela looked to
see what she was pointing at and saw that they were condoms, and they had
been used. `Aaaargh, the filthy beast,' Philippa said. `What does he do,
apart from bragging. Have a different woman every night and then leave them
about as trophies?'

   `I only count six,' said Angela, `he must have Sunday night off.'

   `Or maybe all were used last night and then he takes the week off,'
Philippa laughed, `well I'm not picking them up. The damn things can stay
there.'

   Angela looked round the bedroom and saw that on a side dresser was a
small bonsai tree. The little cultivated tree much revered by the Japanese.

   `I've got an idea,' said Angela. She left the bedroom and went into the
kitchen, and returned with a pair of food tongs. With these, she gingerly
picked up each condom, and draped them over the small tree.

   `There,' she said, `pretty, don't you think? Pity he didn't use coloured
ones. The tongs can go back into the drawer. Unwashed!' She then found a
small white card, and with a magic marker, wrote upon the card, which she
then propped up against the tree pot. The note read, "Too much fucking
stunts your growth". Philippa exploded with laughter and they both fell
into each other's arms, laughing fit to bust.

   `That'll make the dirty sod sit up and take notice,' Philippa said
between her tears.

   So with the flat cleaned up, as best they could in the time span allowed
by the amount of money left out, they departed. Philippa off to cover the
other job's of Elsie's, and Angela off to her regular Thursday clean. That
would be the house of Clive Adams.

                                                         *