Cleaning His BIG Rod (Smut With A Side Of Story)

CLEANING HIS BIG ROD

-An Erotic Tale-

(Smut with
a Side of Story)

Diana
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Cleaning His BIG Rod

Don’t be late…

“Just remember
Emma,” he said to me as I walked out the door with keys in hand. “Be back by
midnight. That’s my only rule while you’re staying here. Just think of it like
Cinderella – your curfew is midnight!”

Those were his
last words before I left this evening…

Being a young college
girl on vacation though, I kind of took it lightly. Some fairy tale warning? I
think not!

His name was Mr.
North. Our parents had been good friends before they moved away. So, when I
came to this town on break from school, my dad had called Mr. North and the
topic of me staying at his home instead of wasting money on a hotel had come
up. Obviously, I decided to sleep at his residence. Of course! It was totally
free, why wouldn’t I.

He wasn’t an
overly strict man of the house – sure, he had his little outbursts now and then
but who doesn’t, right? Dad did warn me that he could have his
moments
of
obedience, whatever that meant. But overall Mr. North seemed to be pretty
lenient. That’s why I didn’t pay much attention to his
curfew rule.
That
and because I wasn’t 16 years old anymore. I was 19 and on my own. I’d had my
fill of the stupid curfew laws handed out by parents long ago. And while, yes,
I was a guest at his house and I should have obeyed his instructions… it just
didn’t seem like that big of a deal.

That’s why when I
looked down at my phone tonight and saw the time was 2:30am… Just a couple
hours past the magical midnight number, it didn’t concern me all that much. I
just finished making out with the hot guy I’d met downtown and decided to
return back to Mr. North’s house. He’d probably be in bed sleeping, anyway. It
wouldn’t be overly difficult for me to tiptoe through the home without
disturbing him. My cell phone has a light. I do that kind of thing all the
time, it’s no big deal.

His home was
pretty barren, too. There wouldn’t be much for me to bump into or knock over.
But, knowing my luck… the odds were if there was anything, I would find it!

***

***

The keys jiggled
quietly as I fumbled around, trying to remember which one was for Mr. North’s
front door. Eventually I managed to guess correctly – as the door opened without
a sound and I stepped inside making sure to hold the keys tightly, so they
wouldn’t make a noise. Pitch black… a little darker and ominous than I had
remembered. The liquor from earlier, which was now heavily flowing through my
system, didn’t help the situation. My legs were a little wobblier than I would
have liked.

And just as I
reached into my pocket to pull out the phone and light my way, I heard a voice
speak out from the blackness.

“Well, Emma,” it
said.

Even though it
should have been obvious, it did take me a moment or two to realize that it was
probably Mr. North sitting somewhere in the shadowy expanse. I couldn’t be sure
where the words came from, so I remained motionless.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Get a look at the
time, did you Emma?” the voice replied.

“Mr. North?” I
stuttered.

There was the
sound of movement coming from across the room, and a moment later the ceiling light
flicked on. My eyes, being unaccustomed to the brightness, squinted tightly
almost to the point of being shut entirely. But from between my thick lashes, I
could see a hulking figure walking in front of me. As my eyes adjusted it
became clear that the person, Mr. North, had seated himself on the sofa.

“I said,” he
grunted,” do you know what time it is?”

The man had his
head lowered slightly, with those masculine hands steepled at chest level.
There wasn’t so much as the hint of a smile within 1,000 miles.

“Umm,” I stalled,
“I’m… I’m not sure?”

“Well,
Emma,
I’ll
clue you in, dear.” Here Mr. North pointed one finger to the nearby wall clock,
all the while staring, unblinkingly at my body. “After midnight, we can see.
Well
after midnight, we can see. Can’t we?”

“I’m really sorry,
Mr. North. I guess I kind of just forgot… I’m so sorry,” I used every feminine
trick I could think of – twisting my body to the side, pouting my lips, and
scrunching my face as if tears might come bursting out at any second.

“You should be. I
told you midnight, did I not? You willfully disobeyed me.” Mr. North spoke with
a cold tone, apparently immune to my sad-girl routine.

“I know! But I
didn’t, Mr. North, I swear! I just forgot, things got carried away I guess,”
came my hurried reply.

“Oh ho!” He
laughed, tinges of malice in the cackle. “Things just got carried away, did
they? Just got carried, you guess?” Mr. North shrugged his shoulders in a
mocking fashion.

“Yeah, I guess…”
Here my shoulders shrugged slowly as well, my head tilting to one side with an
oops
expression on my face.

The man’s hands
were steepled above his chest again, making me feel like a misbehaved child who
was in the process of being scolded for writing on the walls.

“Well, that’s just
fine young Emma. But, now you’ve got us both up in the middle of the night for
no reason other than you couldn’t follow a simple rule. It’s okay to be sorry,
but there are still consequences for our actions. You must know that.”

Consequences? I
didn’t have any idea what he meant or planned to do. Was he going to ground me?
Yeah, that’s a joke. I’d just pack up my bags and go stay in some rundown hotel
rather than play daddy’s little girl to this handsome man. I don’t care if he
is good-looking. There are lots of good looking men in the world; and I don’t
have to put up with this crap to find one. Although, on the other hand… it was
the middle of the night and I was pretty damn tired. So, I thought I’d play
along just until the morning at least.

“You want to
punish me, Mr. North?” I asked.

“Not want,” he
told me. “
Am.
I am going to punish you. I’m not sure how your family
runs things in your house – but in mine there are rules and consequences. If
you break the first, you get the second.”

“That’s
understandable,” I said. “I’m still really sorry for being late.”

Mr. North leaned
forward in the chair and here I saw his eyes scan my body from head to toe, as
if her were deliberating what sentence should be handed out for my
transgression.

“I’m glad you find
it all so reasonable, Emma. Now…” his fingers tapped together at the tips.
“What should your punishment consist of?”

“…I, I don’t know
Mr. North,” I shrugged.

“Well, since
you’re up and about already, why don’t we have you do some housecleaning. Yes,
that sounds good.”

“You want me to…
clean your house?” I questioned, feeling annoyed yet somewhat relieved by the judgment.

“Yep. You’re a
nice looking girl. You could probably do well learning how to clean a man’s
house. It might come in handy for you later in life,” he grinned.

So, he’s a bit
sexist as well as tyrannical! Though it wasn’t the end of the world. I mean, as
long as he didn’t whip out some maid attire for me to wear as I went around
dusting…

“Ok, Mr. North,” I
smiled cheerfully, squeezing my boobs together with both elbows. “Where should
I start?”

“You’re a college
girl,” he said, “I’m sure you can look around and see what needs to be done.”

“Oh, I was hoping
you could teach me…”

This comment of
mine caused Mr. North to lean a little more forward in his chair, the smile
vanishing entirely from the man’s face.

“Ok, Emma. Go in
the kitchen and grab a towel off the counter. You can use that to wipe the dust
off.”

I did what he
asked, returning to the living room with my damp towel, awaiting further
instruction.

“Go on then, wipe
off the TV stand for me. Make sure you reach behind to get the back and sides,”
he ordered.

And as I did so,
bending forward to stretch my arm out, I could feel my boobs hanging low in my
tight shirt.

“Very nice,” Mr.
North said. “I think you’ve done this before.”

“Once or twice,” I
laughed.

“Do you think this
is funny, Emma?”

“No, not at all,”
I told him, making damn sure to wipe the smile clean from my face.

“I should hope you
are taking this seriously. Breaking rules shouldn’t be taken lightly. It’s
quite disrespectful,” the seated man stated.

I nodded several
times to appease him.

“Make sure you get
the
very
back,” came Mr. North’s next instruction.

And so I leaned
forward even more, feeling my perky breasts squish and spread out across the TV
screen.

“Mmhmm,” he
grunted. “Fine work. They look lovely.”

“Excuse me, Mr.
North?”

“Nothing, Emma.
Why don’t you dust off the far table as well. The one with a lamp on it near
the door.”

Well, the
punishment hadn’t been too bad so far. A quick little wiping was tolerable.
Even if it was slightly uncomfortable with Mr. North watching me the entire
time. It wasn’t until I reached the table that I discovered the full intent of
his requests.

“Once you’ve got
the top dusted,” he said, “be sure to reach down and clear out the socket. I
don’t want any dust trapped in there. Fire hazard, you know.”

Of course, to
reach the socket I was forced to bend over at the waist, facing directly away
from my overseer. I could feel the short skirt riding up my legs, high enough
that I was forced to stretch back and pull the material down or I would have definitely
been exposed. And somehow, I gathered, that was Mr. North’s intent. A little
game of punishment, eh? Well, two can play that game.

I decided to
release my hand from the skirt. He wanted a show? I’d give him a little show,
as there’s nothing worse than looking without being able to touch. This way I
could turn the tables on Mr. Rules over there.

“Did I do well,
Mr. North?” I asked from over my shoulder.

“Just a few more
passes,” he returned.

And so I bent down
a little farther, allowing my skirt to hike up, revealing the very lowest part
of my cotton panties.

“That’s real
good,” Mr. North nodded. “You’re doing much better now. A fast learner. You
must be a real college girl.”

“Anywhere else you
would like me to dust?” I questioned, resting a hand on my hip, licking at my
lips.

And here I saw Mr.
North cast his gaze at the two lovely spheres on my chest. Good thing I’d worn
a low top, it made for a nice show with the cleavage hanging out. And while my
boobs weren’t overly big, they could certainly get the juices flowing. I
wondered if his were beginning to circulate…

“Are you being
sassy?” he shot back.

I felt a surge of
fright grip my very soul. The tone had been anything but kind or gentle. It was
guttural and malicious, a no nonsense kind of voice.

“No, sir. I’m only
trying to do a thorough job,” I pleaded.

“Hmm, in that
case,” he began, “Why don’t you come over here and clear off the table on my
right.”

There were various
papers and some left over wrappers on the table. A few remotes and one drinking
cup. I moved over quickly, picking the items up and placing them in their
proper places.

“You forgot one,”
Mr. North was pointing at a wrapper in his hand.

As I wandered
over, sticking my hand out to retrieve it from his – but the man let it drop to
the floor… forcing me to bend over and scoop it up.

“Perfect,” he
said, staring at my breasts which were now in full view with me resting between
his legs practically two feet away.

But some things
just rub me the wrong way. And being made out to be this man’s little toy was
one of them.

“I didn’t expect
your home to be so messy, Mr. North – or should I say Mr. Piggy,” I laughed
aloud, staring him down.

His expression
remained unchanged. An unmoving, beautiful stone mask.

“Actually, Emma,”
he said at last. “You’re not quite done yet… I don’t think you’re taking this
seriously at all.”

“I really am, Mr.
North! I swear!”

“Well then, why
didn’t you notice this?” he asked.

“Notice what, Mr.
North?”

The man’s lips
curled upward, some motion which passed for a smile.

“You know,” he
said, “When I sat here waiting for you to return, I ate some cookies, and as
you can see…” Here Mr. North looked down at his own pants, a few crumbs
scattered about the material. “I think they need to be wiped off.”

***