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Subject: {ASSM} "Clean" (ff, ds, sm, bd) by deirdre -- reposted by H. Jekyll and PleaseCain
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"Clean" (ff, ds, sm, bd)

by deirdre


*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story.  "deirdre" was the
enigmatic queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s.  She posted 156
stories in just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and
apparently *never* corresponding with anyone.  She was last heard from
in late April 1996.  We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by
her, in alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." In the coming months, we will announce a "deirdre-fest"
for next Spring.  Meanwhile, enjoy!

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com.


*****

Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules."  Do not read this story if you
believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in
real life.  Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual
situations.  Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of
age.

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
archives of alt groups.  Permission granted to publish in periodicals
and anthologies of this type of material if attributed to deirdre and
an author's payment is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre.
-- deirdre


Clean

by deirdre


I get along with my apartment-mate Martha OK, but since we are both
working women and active on the weekends, we don't keep the apartment
as neat and clean as we'd like.  We never seemed to be able to find the
time to give it the straightening and cleaning that it really needed so
we despaired of ever getting it back together.  I heard a co-worker of
mine talking about a friend who had hired someone to help do their
cleaning and I immediately realized that is what we should do.  I found
out the name of the cleaning lady and arranged to hire her for a
Saturday which Martha and I would devote to our task.  With three of us
working, we should be able to do wonders in a single day.

Well, the Saturday arrived and the woman arrived at our doorstep at the
appointed time: 8AM.  You can see that we were serious.  I had not met
her and she turned out to be young black woman named Letty.  She was
tall and angular but muscular and she had quite a chest--she reminded
me of some of those female Olympic track stars.

Well, we went to work right away, but Martha and I immediately got to
wrangling about what to do first, and soon we were arguing instead of
working.  I glanced at Letty in embarrassment, but though I figured it
would help if I backed down, Martha was taking the silliest positions
and I couldn't help myself.  Soon Letty, looking exasperated, told us
she had a suggestion.  She said that in her regular job she supervised
a cleaning team and had plenty of experience in planning such cleaning
projects and suggested that we let her take charge.  She said if we put
her in charge, she'd have the apartment looking great in no time.  We
were immediately sold on the idea.  We told her to go ahead and give
the orders.

To my surprise, the first thing she did was tell us we had to change!
We were dressed in old jeans and sweatshirts, but she said we'd get too
hot dressed like that.  She took us to my bedroom and picked out
clothes for me: a short pair of cutoffs and an old tee-shirt.  She
asked me to pick out a tee-shirt that I didn't need, then she tore it
off so my midriff showed.  Then she had me change, right there in front
of them, which was a bit embarrassing.  She told me not to wear a bra
and that shoes were unnecessary since we were just in the apartment.
Then we went to Martha's room and she got Martha dressed the same.
Then she assigned us our first tasks and got to work herself.  It
occurred to me that she wasn't dressed like that, wearing a custodian's
uniform-dress as she was, but I had to admit that her dress looked
cooler than the sweatshirts we had been wearing.  I must admit she was
a really hard worker--she got almost as much done as the two of us even
though a bit of her time was spent inspecting our work and giving us
our assignments.  In a way it was nice not having to think about
things, just follow orders and soon both Martha and I were looking to
her for everything we did-- going to her for a new job whenever we
finished one, and jumping to her every command.

By noon we could look at our apartment and see that we were making good
progress.  Martha and I are usually very casual about lunch, often
skipping it entirely, but Letty was having none of that!  She had
Martha in the kitchen making sandwiches, and even when I said I wasn't
planning to eat, she insisted.  She said if she wanted good work out of
us in the afternoon, we'd need to eat a good lunch.

After lunch, she worked us again, and finally the apartment was really
taking shape.  Finally at around 6PM Letty told me to get three beers
from the fridge and sat down saying we were done.  We sat there, sweaty
and dirty, drinking our beer, and Letty said she would need to take a
shower before leaving.  We agreed to that and sat talking a bit more,
and when we finished our beer, Letty suggested that Martha and I shower
first.  Actually, it was more like an order, and strange though it was,
Martha and I looked at each other, deciding who would go first.  Then
Letty told us to just go shower together.  Again, we just went and did
it.  What can I say?

Well, you can understand it was strange showering with Martha.  We
don't parade around nude in front of each other much less shower
together, but our bathroom has a good-sized shower which accommodates
two very easily.  When we were done and stepping out of the shower
stall, we discovered that Letty was in the bathroom, with one of our
extra-large beach towels.  She told us she would dry us and immediately
wrapped the towel around both of us!  She pressed us together as she
dried us with the towel wrapped around us.  Being pressed against
Martha was just about too much for me to take--it made me wonder about
Letty a bit more, but also I must admit to a sensuous feeling that made
me wonder about myself!  I certainly had never had any ideas of getting
it on with Martha!  Well, soon Letty had us standing back to back as
she was toweling us and I was almost paralysed, wondering what was
going on.  There I was, my back and ass pressed against Martha's, ideas
flying through my mind!

Then Letty was touching me--the towel was wrapped around us but she had
her hand under the lower edge touching my cunt!  And I realized that I
was wet!  I was speechless and breathing hard, and from feeling
Martha's back against mine, I could tell that she was in exactly the
same state.  Letty knew what she was doing with her fingers, and soon I
was coming.  I could feel Martha doing the same.

Since we were standing, I, at least, was in some danger of falling, but
Letty held us and didn't let that happen.  After a few seconds to get
our breath, she said now we'd have to shower again.  She guided us into
the shower stall, turned the water on us, and in a minute she was nude,
following us in!  I couldn't believe how magnificent her breasts
looked, and in a second, she had pulled my head to one of her breasts
and I was sucking away, with her hand behind my head.  Martha was at
her other breast.  Soon I felt Letty's hands running up and down my
body, then playing with my nipples, and then reaching down to my cunt
again!  I just kept sucking.  Soon I was coming, and in real danger of
falling!  The water still sprayed us all.  Somehow Letty got Martha and
I both on the floor and soon I found myself lying face down on the
shower floor next to Martha.  I could feel Letty running her hands over
my back and ass.  Soon she started working in earnest on the crack of
my ass, then she was pushing a finger into my asshole!  I was worked up
again and was soon coming again!

Then Letty turned off the water, pulled us out, dried us again, this
time rather quickly, and then took us into my bedroom and got us both
kneeling over the side of the bed so our bodies lay face down on the
bed next to each other and our asses and legs hung off the edge.  She
also tied a cloth around my eyes as a blindfold and I could tell she
was doing the same to Martha.  Then she told us that she was going to
bring each of us off once more, one at a time, and that right when we
were coming, she was going to whip our asses ten times quickly.  Almost
immediately I heard Martha breathing hard, then harder and harder, and
sure enough, when she was at her peak, ten hard slaps on her ass!  Then
she was fingering me again!  She did both my cunt and my asshole,
though this time she didn't penetrate it.  I was ready to come in no
time, and right when I was just beginning, I felt an explosion of pain
and pleasure in my ass!  I couldn't believe the sensations!  I just lay
there, heaving, trying to get my breath!

After that, she got us up into the bed next to each other, still
blindfolded and put the covers over us.  She told us to kiss each other
and hold each other.  When we started, she told us to open our mouths
and use our tongues.  Then she didn't say anything, but after a few
minutes, we broke the kiss and she immediately told us to get back to
it.  Let me tell you, I was feeling hot again!  She ordered us to not
break the kiss, and it seemed like we kissed each other for hours
there, blindfolded.  In fact, I must have drifted off, because the next
thing I knew it was morning.  Neither Martha nor Letty were there, and
I found Martha eating her breakfast as usual.  Letty was gone.

Neither Martha nor I was capable of talking about that evening, and we
went through the week avoiding the subject, though sometimes our
conversation got stilted as one or both of us became paralyzed with
embarrassment.  But midweek the phone rang and Martha answered it.  All
she did was listen for a minute, saying "yes" every few seconds, then
she offered the phone to me, telling me it was for me.  It was Letty.
She told me that we had forgotten to pay her, and therefore she was
coming over to get her check.  She told me she was coming on Saturday
at 7PM and that she specifically wanted me to be there.  She also said
she was bringing her boyfriend.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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