Clean Revenge

Chapter 4 - Pleasing Me

I continued cleaning downstairs for another hour or so when suddenly Michael appeared, resting against the bench. I stopped cleaning and looked up at him. “I know you finish soon, but I can’t let you go yet.” He lifted his hand, using his index finger to gesture for me to come to him. I didn’t think I could get any wetter, but apparently I could. I did as instructed, and as I got close, he leaned in and whispered, “I want to return the favour, I want to make you cum.” I gulped hard and my heart raced. “Would you like that?” he asked. I nodded. It was all I could manage. We were standing face to face, I could feel his warm breath on me. Holding my gaze, he reached his hand under my dress and slid my panties to the side. “You’re so warm and wet. Can I taste you?” he asked. I spread my legs, giving him a clear ‘yes’. With two hands, Michael pulled my dress up around my waist, removed my panties and picked me up, placing my bare ass on the bench. He dropped to the floor and pushed my knees open as far as they would go, leaving me fully exposed. He gently licked the inside of my thigh, slowly climbing higher. He hovered over me, breathing heat into my opening. The anticipation of him taking me in his mouth was excruciating. After what felt like an eternity, he leaned in and slowly licked the length of me. Then took each of my lips in his mouth, sucking on them gently, teasing me with his teeth. “Mmmmm, my god, your p***y tastes so f*****g sweet!” he said as he leaned in and wrapped his whole mouth around me, licking and sucking, as though trying to take in all of my juices. His tongue dove into me, sliding in and out while he groaned a deep, rumbling groan, making me weak. He lifted my legs and wrapped them around his neck as he moved in to focus on my c******s. He expertly circled it with his tongue, swirling, licking and sucking. I was getting close to climax. I reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling him in to me. He knew exactly what I needed. His tongue moved quicker and harder onto my c**t, I pushed my hips into him, trying to get all of me inside his mouth. He held tight as I thrust my hips, pulling his head down into me, squeezing his head between my thighs. My whole body shuddered as the orgasm shot through me. I sat there for a moment, panting, trying to regain my breath. I released Michael’s head from between my legs, allowing him to stand. He wiped my juices from his face as I sat on the bench, my legs hanging over the edge, devoid of energy. I could feel the wetness pooling on the bench beneath me. ‘I’ll have to re-clean that,’ I thought. Hell, I’d clean it a hundred times over to feel like that. As my breathing slowed, I lifted my eyes to meet Michael’s. “Now we’re even,” he said, a slight smirk on his face.