I was woken early the next day by the sound of my alarm and made my way to the kitchen where I was greeeted by the lady making breakfast and her husband eating looking down at his plate.
I looked down at my plate in silence so ashamed on what I had done a few hours before in this same room. Thinking the man felt the same way but he was not fazed at all and kept eating away without any regard. Did I dream last night? I felt like nothing had changed and yet here I was so worried on what I had done that I could barely find my words.
Finally the lady piped in and said she was heading into town for the day and asked if I could help clean up the house a bit in her absence maybe after lunch? I nodded and watched the two slices of toast slide on my plate and began buttering them.
So the day began as usual picking fruit I was tempted to mention something to him, maybe apologise or something but he was so mean yelling at me more than before for being slow and stopping too often to drink water from my drink bottle but this heat was killing me and little shade between the trees.
Finally he called lunch and we went inside an ate the sandwiches he wife had prepared but he refused to sit at the table with me instead standing at the sink and devouring his sandwich while I sat and watched him feeling some what timid as though he could just turn on me at any moment as despite his age he was remarkable strongly built and tall particularly as the sun shone through the window causing a large shadow cast over me at the table.
He remarked “back to work” in a deep gruff and said “time for you to clean up in here as she wants these floors cleaned as the breeze has brought in dust from the yard” I nodded and made my way to grab the cleaning products for the floor. As I hadn’t done much cleaning before like this and wasn’t sure how to go about it but on reading instructions I managed to work out products to use and how to use them. Though I was just happy to be out of the damn heat!
While I made the bucket to mop I reached for a cloth in the cupboard when a bottle of something missing a label fell but I managed to catch it before it hit the floor but it spilled on my shorts and contained strong fumes, scared it could burn me I quickly removed my shorts and put the bottle back in the cupboard. I then made my way into the living room to mop the floorboards and was about to set everything up in there and then run upstairs and grab another pair of shorts when suddenly the mop I leaned against a sofa slid off and knocked a vase and he smashed on the floor!!
Oh Jesus what have I done there are pieces everywhere!!! Most have slid under the sofa I reach down on my hands and knees to grab them and pull them out but as I do the back door swings open and the man shouts “what the hell was that!” I freeze my head still under the sofa as I hear his foot steps heavy through the kitchen. Then he shouts “what the fuck did you break I could hear it from the garage” timidly I respond my head poking over the arm of the sofa “sorry I knocked the vase and it smashed it was an acciden…” he interrupts “oh your hopeless can’t pick can’t clean my wife is going to kill you when she gets back” I start to tremble with fear and shudder from his shouting “I’m really sorry I can try put it back together”
he approaches me still on the floor in just a T-shirt and underwear while he towers over me and observes my situation and barks at me “where are all the pieces?” I hold up what I have and he explains “there is still a handle missing and the base!” I searched frantically but can’t find it it anywhere when I turn to the cabinet opposite the sofa and spot it underneath I crawl the short distance to get it but can’t reach it! He yells” did you get it” I respond “I’m trying I just can’t quite reach” he yells again “well reach further” at this stage I’m feeling really upset and so afraid on what I have done and scared of this man who is berating me!
I lean on my knees but sink my chest to the floor arm at extension and my face on the floor extending as far as I can! He yells “keep trying” I see his face in the reflection of the cabinet standing over me from behind angry faced I dare not indicate to him I’m watching his reaction. I turn my face away slightly and just focus on reaching when I feel warm wet drops on the back of my legs and then again on my ass cheek, gooey as they run down my legs – by this stage I’m pressed hard against the floor reaching on my knees and my ass is quite bulbous and round that my underwear has slid as it does within my ass crack exposing my bare cheek.
I look into the reflection of the cabinet to see what it is that I felt and I see the man’s face mouth open chest heaving deeply and long bead of saliva running again from his chin as I see he is staring intently at my ass pointed high in the air. He is drooling on me this is disgusting I should stop I start to remove myself from the floor and he quickly kneels down and says in a slow quiet quivering voice “reach deeper” and pushes my shoulders down I cry out a little in shock as my face is pushed to the floor.
He holds his hand on my upper back and I feel his hand trembling like he is trying to resist himself as if he doesn’t want to hold me down I turn my head into the reflection and see him just panting staring at my ass! What the hell is he thinking? Then slowly I feel him slide his fingers under my underwear and squeezes my ass slowly breathing heavier now than before! Oh god what is going on! I watch his face as he pulls my underwear aside to reveal my little ass hole exposed with my cheeks spread. I watch his face as he gasps and opens his mouth and loses control as I large stream of saliva falls from his mouth down my crack pooling in my ass hole.
He then rubs his mouth to clear the reside and wipes it through my crack stopping at my ass hole where he pokes ever so slowly the tip of his wet finger I gasp in shock an remark “no what are you doing” he responds “it’s your fault you did this” I go quiet as I wince loudly as he slides his whole finger in my ass “no please” he responds again “you made me do this” as he slides another finger inside my ass in an out the pressure is so hard as I feel his finger in me trembling as he slides. I try move but he pushes harder this time on my middle back to keep it arched! He slides his fingers in and out of me as I wince and worm about it’s so uncomfortable.
Should I continue the story?