Playing House Ch. 03

Frank rang me up early Saturday morning and asked if I felt like going for a motorcycle ride with him. I told him I was just getting ready for my morning run, but if he would help me with some house cleaning after my run I'd love to go for a ride.

He was waiting at my door when I finished my run. Wiping the sweat out of my eyes I told him I needed a shower before we started the house cleaning.

"Come, wash my back for me."

He followed me into the bathroom and took off his jeans. I saw he was wearing the thong I gave him last week.

"That thong doesn't have much room for your cock and balls. Have you thought about getting one that has more room?"

"The tight fit feels good," he said. "Besides, I like wearing your panties. Especially the dirty ones."

He took the thong off and followed me into shower

We were in the shower and he had me leaning against the shower wall. I could feel his hard member pushing between my legs and rubbing up against my pussy. I reached down and guided his hard dick into my cunt.

In one smooth stroke he shoved his wet cock all the way up my pussy.

I slammed my ass into him trying to get every inch of his cock in me. When I started cumming I made him stop moving so I could enjoy the sensation of his cock buried deep in my pussy.

Slowly he began fucking me again until he came too.

"You know," he said as he pulled his dick out of me, "One nice thing about this cock ring you put on me is it keeps me hard for a long time after I cum."

He was sliding his cock up and down my ass when I felt him pushing against my asshole.

"Oh, yes!" I cried. "Shove that thing up my ass."

He pushed the entire length of his cock up my back door. It was a long time since I'd been ass fucked. It was such a different feeling from being pussy fucked.

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Getting dressed, I chose a pair of bikini panties. I knew my bush would show through the sheer white material. I didn't need anything fancy for house cleaning so I pulled on one of my cut-off tee shirts.

I stopped Frank from putting on his jeans.

"We have a tradition in my family," I told him. "We always do the housework in our underwear. "It's something my mother and father started when we were young. It seems a bit weird but it adds some levity to the chores and makes them go faster."

I made him take off the thong. It was in serious need of a wash. I chose a pair of white satin panties for him, but he didn't take them. Instead, he reached into the dirty clothes hamper and pulled out the panties I wore on my morning run. They were still damp with sweat.

Tucking his cock into the wet sweaty panties he said, "That cut-off tee shirt doesn't look like underwear to me. It's got to go."

I shrugged and took the tee shirt off exposing my small breasts with their pointy nipples.

"No big deal," I said. "Daddy always makes me wear a bra with my panties when we cleaned."

I rummaged through my lingerie drawer until I found the bra that matched my panties. It barely covered my tiny breasts and the only thing the sheer material did was highlight my nipples.

We had fun cleaning the house. He vacuumed while I cleaned the kitchen. Every time he came near me with the vacuum he grabbed my pussy and I gave his stiff dick a squeeze.

When we finished and were getting dressed for the bike ride I said teasingly, "I'll take care of your boner when we get back and I have you tied up!"

"Promises, Promises," he said.

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Frank handed me his spare helmet and I climbed on his bike. I knew absolutely nothing about motorcycles but said, "This is a Ducati, I thought real men rode Harleys."

He smiled and said, "My personal opinion is people who ride Harleys have rocks for brains. This Ducati is a precision Italian bike and it's fast as hell. In other words, would you rather ride a Ford or a Ferrari?"

I held on for dear life. One arm wrapped around his chest and one hand hanging on tight to his cock. The bike ride was exhilarating but scared the shit out of me. Every time we went around a sharp curve I clutched his dick harder.

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We both jumped in the shower when we got back from the bike ride. I soaped him up running my hands all over him, paying special attention to his crotch. He did likewise.

When we dried off I asked him if I could tie him up and have my way with him.

"Under one condition," he said. "Next weekend it's your turn."

I pushed him back on my bed and sat on his chest with my pussy only a few inches from his face. "You can tie me up and fuck me all night long anytime you want."

"It's a deal, I'm all yours," he said. "Cuff me and fuck me."

I pulled two cuffs from under my pillows and buckled them around his wrists.

Before I tied his ankles down I pulled off the skanky panties he was wearing and put on the white satin panties I had picked out earlier.

He was spread eagle on my bed with his cock straining to escape the panties. I ran my hand over the smooth white satin. He was as hard as that monolith from "Space Odyssey".

I leaned over and gave the tip of his penis a "slobbery" kiss through the panties and left him there with a raging hard-on while I went to get some dinner.

"Hey, that's not fair," he said. "You gotta let me cum!"

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When I finished eating I made up a plate for Frank and took it into the bedroom. I climbed on him sinking my pussy on his monolith.

Without moving I spoon fed him. He kept trying to fuck me but every time he tried to push his cock farther up my cunt I lifted up off his dick. He finally got the message and stayed still while I fed him. He had to be content with his cock being buried deep in my cunt. But no fucking allowed.

After he finished eating I lifted up off his cock and moved up to his chest.

Making sure he had a good view, I buried my fingers in my pussy to get them good and wet. Spreading my pussy lips to expose my clit I sat there and masturbated just inches from his face.

I wiped my fingers off on his chest and got up to take a shower.

Frank said he really needed to pee. I got a jar from the kitchen but getting his dick in the jar so he could pee presented a challenge. His dick fit in the jar okay, but it was sticking straight up. I had to bend it to the side and hold the jar at an angle.

Dumping the urine in the toilet I wondered what he'd think if I dumped it on him. I'd have to get a waterproof mattress cover.

After my shower I untied Frank's ankles so he could move around a bit. I climbed into bed pulling up the covers and snuggled up to Frank resting my head on his chest. I closed my eyes and nodded off holding his cock.

My hand was still holding his cock in the morning when I woke up. And he was still hard. "Do you ever get soft?" I asked him.

I sat on his chest and gave him a hand-job.

"If you move back a bit," he said, "I can suck on your clit while you suck on my dick."

Now that was an offer I couldn't refuse.

I scooted back and he wrapped his lips around my clitoris.