Mrs. Jansen’s Cleaning Service (Part 2) [femdom] [f4m] [creampie] [cuckold]

********This is Part 2 of a story I posted earlier. Highly recommend you check it out first.********

I woke up late the next morning, and at first I really tried to convince myself that everything that had happened the previous night was just the product of some sick twisted dream.

Except it couldn’t be. Because my face was still sticky from Mrs. Jansen’s ass and pussy. From her juices that had dried on my face. And also from my own cum.

I shivered at that thought. Before it was over, she had sucked three loads of semen from my dick. The first two she had forced down my throat by holding me down and clamping her mouth to mine. But the last load had been the worst.

It had taken me quite awhile to cum a third time, but Mrs. Jansen was not without patience, and certainly not without tricks.

Thankfully this last load was small because Mrs. Jansen had put her face over mine, parted her lips slightly, and just let my cum drizzle from her mouth onto my face. She spat out a mixture of semen and slobber all over my mouth, my nose, my eyes, even my forehead.

It was the most humiliating thing I’d ever experienced, but it turned out she was just lubing my face up for her pleasure.

After that, Mrs. Jansen proceeded to sit on my face, sliding her fat pussy and enormous ass back and forth from my chin to my forehead, chin to forehead, chin to forehead. She used my face like a veritable fuck mat, slipping and sliding her way to one orgasm after another.

Half the time I couldn’t breathe. My body was pushed to the point of exhaustion, and at some point, I must have just passed out. I really didn’t remember how long it had all lasted because the next thing I remembered was waking up here in my bed, my face sore from being used and abused.

I eventually crawled from my bed, showered, and proceeded to dress. The rest of the house was dead quiet. Apparently, Mrs. Jansen was out running errands. Unsure if last night was going to change anything, but not wanting to sit around and wait to find out, I decided to proceed with my cleaning chores. As it was, I was behind schedule anyway from waking up late.

I poured myself into my work, really not wanting to think about last night, but I couldn’t keep the thoughts away. I’d be scrubbing at the floor and suddenly have an image of Mrs. Jansen grunting and wailing as she came on my face.

It was starting to get late, and I half-wondered if she was ever going to come home. The house had been like a tomb all day.

Finally, a little after eleven, Mrs. Jansen came stumbling in the doorway. There was no way I was falling for the drunk routine again! But she wasn’t acting drunk this time, just….wobbly.

“Help me to the couch, cleaning boy,” she demanded. I immediately put an arm around her waist, let her lean on me.

She had a pink top on and a black business skirt. She smelled….intoxicating. Some expensive perfume, no doubt. Her hair was wild and messy, pouring over her shoulders in delicious golden curls.

She leaned into me heavily, but I still wasn’t sure what was impeding her. I got her laid on the couch, and she motioned me to sit with her. She immediately kicked off her high heels and rested her feet in my lap.

Mrs. Jansen had some extraordinarily sexy legs and feet. Her toes were french manicured. The soles of her feet were wrinkled to perfection. Her legs were enticingly smooth, sun-kissed calves disappearing beneath her skirt.

She pulled the skirt up so she could bend her knees, and for a brief moment I caught a glimpse of what should have been her pussy…..except there was something large and pink there instead.

Before I could question it, she raised her right foot, pressing her toes to my lips.

“I’ve got something for you to clean, cleaning boy,” she said and pushed her foot into my mouth. I grabbed it, was about to pull her from my mouth, when suddenly blinding pain came from my crotch. She had used her other foot to kick me hard in my dick.

I winced from the pain but mmediately began sucking at her toes. This went on for some time, me licking each toe individually, sucking on each one like it was a tiny penis.

Mrs. Jansen kept her other foot right on my crotch, subtly threatening to give me another kick if I resisted her beautiful, sexy feet.

She tiptoed with it up and down my dick, still concealed within my pants. After awhile, she switched feet, removing the one from my mouth only to replace it with the other.

She undid my pants, slipped them downward without ever removing her toes from my mouth.

My dick was momentarily free, but she gave it a gentle kick just to remind me who was in charge. The pain was brief but effective.

I sucked harder at her toes, licking them with all my might. I was so heavily invested in worshipping her feet that it took me some time to realize that Mrs. Jansen had begun pleasuring herself.

I casually glanced her way, startled to see that she was playing with something under her skirt. Sonething big. And pink.

She must have noticed me looking because she stopped suddenly and winked at me with a lurid, devilish smile.

“You want to see Momma’s toy?” she asked teasingly. “I’ve been saving it up for you all night…..thought I’d use it to heat up your dinner. You wanna see it, baby boy?”

I didn’t answer, still half-preoccupied with sucking on her feet. But Mrs. Jansen didn’t wait.

She pulled at something held fast in her pussy. There was a sucking sound as she retrieved it.

“Ohhhh cleaning boy,” she moaned. “This has been up there a long time. “Hope you can handle it.”

She pulled it completely out of her pussy, pulled it out from under her skirt, and my eyes went wide.

Mrs. Jansen held a large pink fleshy dildo, still dripping with her juices and….something else. Something hanging in creamy white globs. Something that brought back the events of last night in near traumatic fashion.

I began to shake my head, not caring that her foot was still lodged down my throat. Mrs. Jansen actually laughed!

And then she kicked me. Hard. I saw stars, everything went black for a second. And then, there I was. She had swapped her foot for the dildo and was gently teasing my mouth with its cum-covered fleshy tip.

“I hope it’s warm enough, cleaning boy,” she said. “I tried to keep it nice and hot for you, but you’d better eat it before it gets cold.”

With that, she jammed the dildo about halfway in my mouth. It was really big, and I started to gag, but she pulled it most of the way out, gave me a split second to get my bearings, then jammed it back in.

The thing was absolutely coated in semen, still warm from being in her pussy. She fed me the fake cock, slid it in and out of my mouth, all the while keeping both her feet on my dick, letting me know that a kick was imminent if I tried to resist her.

The salty taste of another man’s cum in my mouth was humiliating enough, but my shame was moreso amplified by the huge pink dildo Mrs. Jansen relentlessly slid in and out of my unwilling lips.

She began playing with my dick as she face-fucked me, holding my meat upright with one foot while she stroked it wiith the other. She pressed the sole of her foot up against my shaft, began jerking me off with it. Her toes dug into my meat and the feeling was exhilarating.

Mrs. Jansen pushed the dildo deeper into my mouth, deeper still. Everytime I gagged on it, she would back off a little, only to drive it in deeper on the next stroke.

My eyes watered with the effort it took to take more and more of the toy down my throat. My lips locked on its pink shaft, trying to slow it, but there was still enough cum there that my mouth just slipped and slid up and down on the fake meat.

Incredibly, I had nearly swallowed the entire toy. Mrs. Jansen saw this and suddenly held it in place.

“Very good, cleaning boy,” she said proudly. “Why, I do believe you’re about balls deep right now.”

I groaned, wondering how long she’d hold me like that with the dildo stuck down my throat. As if in answer, she reached a hand up and plugged my nose, cutting off my breath entirely.

“Mmmmph! Unnnghh!” I struggled to free my nose. My lips opened around the meat stick, desperate for air, but I couldn’t catch my breath. While I was starting to pass out, Mrs. Jansen worked her feet furiously on my cock.

She had both of her soles rubbing up and down on my hard penis, doing their best to make me explode. The lack of air was making it harder for me to resist her, and I knew I’d be spurting soon.

My hips started to quiver and shake. She knew it was time. Releasing my nose suddenly, Mrs. Jansen grabbed my dick, pointed it at my face, and continued to jerk me off with her feet.

She pulled the dildo from my mouth, and I began gasping for air, too weak to stop what was coming. Mrs. Jansen squeezed my dick as hard as she could and suddenly I was spraying my load all over my face.

“OH GOD!” I yelled, and hot bursts of semen splattered my face. Still she jerked me off. More and more semen came, more than I thought I was capable of producing.

As I finished cumming, Mrs. Jansen began wiping the semen from my face with her dildo. She was meticulous about catching up every last drop until the pink meat was once again covered in cum.

I knew what was coming next, even before she jammed the dick down my throat. She gagged me with it, laughing as I sputtered on my own jizz. She pumped it in and out of my mouth, loving the way I drooled all over the meat.

Huge globs of cum oozed down my throat. I choked them down, taking relief in the fact that at least this was almost over.

Mrs. Jansen began using her toy to play with the back of my throat, bouncing it off my vocal chords so I began making an involuntary GLUB-GLUB-GLUB sound.

She smiled hungrily at me. “I love watching you suck cock,” she said, bouncing it harder.

“OB-OB-OB-OB-OB!” I wailed. Tears flowed from my eyes. Still she pumped my throat.

With her other hand, Mrs. Jansen pulled her skirt up so her snatch was fully exposed, then began playing with her pussy, pulling at her lips and digging at her clit. She rubbed herself furiously, her moans rising up to match mine.

“Cleaning boy,” she said, panting the words out breathlessly. “I think it’s time for your dinner.”

She parted her pussy lips then, and I could see there was a lot more cum in there. She’d went out and fucked someone, then plugged it up with her dildo, saved it for me to eat.

In one quick motion, she pulled the pink dick from my throat and pulled my head down to her crotch. She buried my nose in her clit, forced my mouth up against her lips.

“Clean it, cleaning boy!” she demanded. “Lap it up!” She placed both hands around my neck, brought her legs up and around my back, pulled me into her. She began grinding her hips up into my face. “Eat it, cleaning boy! Eat your dinner! Eat!”

I had nowhere to go. There was no escaping Mrs. Jansen’s pussy pie. Defeated, I began lapping up the cum, pulling it from her twat with my tongue, pulling it into my waiting abused mouth and throat.

Mrs. Jansen began fucking my face, grinding her fat pussy lips up and down across the entirety of my face from chin to forehead. I tried desperately to breathe, knowing this was going to take a long, long time. Her pussy demanded hours of pleasuring. And I was just the slave to do it.

Resigning myself to my fate, I did my best just to hang onto consciousness. It seemed like hours passed. Still, Mrs. Jansen’s ass and pussy moved over my face. She came and came and came again, each time screaming and hollering, “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK CLEANING BOY! FUCK!”

I didn’t know if she’d ever stop. Maybe she never did. For the last thing I remember was passing out as she bucked on my face like a cowgirl at some never-ending sexual rodeo.

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