This is an excerpt from my recently published book: CLEANERS INC. It tells the story of an unemployed husband who applies for a job with an erotic outfit that procures the services of white men willing to be submissive sissies/cum-cleaners. Enjoy this brief story, and if you enjoy it, then endeavour to get the book.
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The black man known as Clark Kent was tall and massive and built like a linebacker. Everything about him looked impressive and intimidating, especially for me. His head was shaved, and his face curled in a deep crevice, looking like a hulk. He wore tight pair of briefs and a black vest. His biceps seemed to pulse as if flexing his muscles at me. Not that he bothered glancing in my direction; for all he cared, I could have been invincible. Although his voice was soft and keen when he spoke.
“You called, Ms. X?”
“Yes, Clark. I’m horny right now and I want to fuck.”
She was so candid with her words I looked at the Clark Kent and almost expected him to murmur some response, but he didn’t.
“Also,” she gestured at me, “I want our new intern slave here to test his cleaning ability.” She then addressed me, “You won’t be wearing a cage for this. But under no circumstances are you to get hard. There’s a camera that will be watching. Dare to get hard, and you have failed. Got it?”
“Yes, Ms. X.”
She took off her glasses and left them on her desk, then proceeded to unbutton her blouse. Her demeanor barely changed while she did. “You will remain on standby until signaled to come and perform your cleaning duty. Until then, you’ll kneel beside the bed and wait like a good slave. I don’t want to hear a peep from you. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Ms. X,” I answered. “Very clear.”
She turned away from me and went into the room containing the bed; the black man known as Clark Kent went with her. Inside, they stopped so he could help her out of her blouse. I watched her unclasp her bra and let it slip from her arms to the floor. Kent spun her around, grabbed her arms, and gruffly stuck his tongue down her throat. Ms. X gave no resistance as he smothered her. By all account, she was his boss, but the brazen manner in which Kent groped and caressed her body, including her response, was so audacious I could barely tell. Nothing about their aggressive love-making appeared perfunctory or staged. Ms. X loved sex—she was a craven nympho, I would later learn—a sudden transformation from the brusque manner in which she had conducted my interview.
I quietly entered the room and found myself a perfect spot to kneel close to the bed and contemplated my state of being while watching them. My eyes happened on Clark’s impressive budge in his briefs. I tried to imagine his size, but that set off an immediate alarm in my head as I became aware of a slight stirring occurring in my loins. I tried to clear my head and resumed my abstract line of thought. That helped to ease my flaccidity somewhat.
“What have you got for me here,” Ms. X purred as her hand was now squeezing Kent’s package straining the fabric of briefs.
“About time you found out the right way,” he replied. He pressed his hands on her shoulders, pushing her to slide to her knees.
Ms. X was gasping even as she fell to her knees and shoved down his briefs. I watched his penis uncoil like a python and smacked her forehead. His uncut manhood resembled a coiled spring in full turgid mode. I caught the look of awe in Ms. X’s eyes as she cradled his cock with both hands. The contrast of her pale milky skin and his chocolate tone was terrific to behold.
“Aww, such beauty,” she gushed. “You see why amongst all my black gods, you remain my favorite,” she murmured.
She spat on his dick before enveloping it with her mouth. Ms. X made slurping noises as she engorged herself on his manhood. I watched as half of its length disappeared down her throat. The stirring in my groin resumed while I stayed on my knees watching. It was tough trying to disassociate my mind from soaking in their activity. Sweat popped on my face and I even attempted to shut my eyes, but the gasping noise of Ms. X sucking and drooling on his python-like cock was too exquisite to ignore. I knew I just had to try.
“Suck that black dick harder,” Kent prodded her while sweeping her short locks of hair from her face.
“Oh, you know it’s what I’m gonna do,” she stopped to respond to him while stroking his dick before popping it back into her mouth.
Her mouth went on jerking his cock hard and fast, sluicing gobs of saliva down her chin. Clark Kent groaned as he began jerking his cock into her mouth, making her glisten his rod more. Ms. X sucked him hungrily and deep-throated him to his pelvis. She stayed that way for some seconds before pulling away from him, gasping like one starved of air before returning to rhythmically enjoying his cock, taking time to push her hair back in its previous place. The woman was a pro; Sheryl could undoubtedly learn a thing or two from watching her.
Clark Kent, having had enough of her mouth, grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. They shared a deep, passionate kiss while his hands pawed her pert-looking ass. He dug both hands under her cheeks and lifted her off the ground while still locking lips with her. Kent pulled her upward so he could latch his mouth onto her tits. Ms. X probably weighted like a pound of sugar in his hands the way he held suspended her above his face. He kept her like that for almost a minute before lowering her onto the bed. Clark helped her out of her skirt and panties, including her high heels. He, too, discarded his pair of briefs before joining her in the bed.
Ms. X adjusted herself further into the bed as Clark knelt beside her face. He massaged her pussy before slipping his fingers into her velvet wet cunt while she again sucked his cock. Clark leaned towards her legs and fell on his shoulder as he proceeded to eat her pussy while Ms. X didn’t stop attacking his python snake. I have never been as jealous as I saw the way she played with a black cock; it was so mesmerizing.
He rolled onto his back and she came forward intending to straddle him; he got her to mount him in a reverse position. She balanced both legs past his thigh and reclined back with her hands resting on his torso while he rummaged underneath for her pussy’s entrance. She looked at me as if wanting to make sure I was paying close attention.
“Are you watching, slave,” she grunted as her pussy swallowed half the length of her man’s girth. “You’d better not get hard,” she continued. “Remember what I said earlier. Get hard, and you’re done.”
