Dirty Washing

"Claire," I heard a voice call out. I groaned.

'Not now, Mallory,' I thought, more exasperated than irritated if I was being honest with myself.

She strolled into my room, where I sat at my desk, typing away at the computer. I didn't look up. Maybe if I didn't acknowledge her, she would simply go away and leave me to my work. I would... "serve" her later. However, after a quick glance out of the corner of my eye, I couldn't help but do a double take and look at her full-on.

She was standing in the doorway completely naked, hands on hips. I couldn't help but steal a glance down her willowy figure, couldn't help but admire how her pale, cream-colored skin was completely lacking in stigmas or defects. Her bright green eyes glared over at me like lasers from beneath a thick fringe of long black curls. She reached up a hand and crooked a finger at me menacingly.

"Mal, I can't, I have work-"

"You've got two more days, so don't give me any of that crap," she scoffed, coming over to me and grabbing me out of my seat.

She half-pulled, half-dragged me from my room and into the bathroom, ignoring my feeble protests.

"Mal, please! This paper is important-"

"Shut up, you whore!" she snapped, rolling her eyes and slamming the door shut behind us.

She turned and pushed me up against the wall, leaning in until her face was a hair away from my own. I could smell the natural perfume of her skin, and suddenly I could think of nothing else except how close her lips were to my own and how bare her perfect body was.

"Right now, you're all mine," she said, leaning in and biting the edge of my ear.

She reached down and yanked at the buttons of my blouse, nearly popping them right off in her haste. She all but ripped my pants from my form. Her arms reached right around me and slipped open the clasps of my bra, sliding it down my arms and onto the floor. She tore away my underpants and now I stood, naked and, if I was being honest, rather afraid.

She turned me around, took me by the shoulders and shoved me so roughly into the shower that I slipped on the sleek floor and fell. She reached for the shower head, flipped it outwards and twisted one of the knobs. Hot water sprayed in all directions, splashing against the walls of the small, tiled room, no larger than a broom closet. I was soaked almost instantly. She stepped in before me, shutting the glass door with a small snap. I was still sitting on the floor where I'd fallen, staring up at her. I was trembling with anxiety; I had no idea what to do.

She took a step towards me and bent down. Her large eyes stared into mine and, seeing my fear, she said, "Relax, I'm not doing anything... yet." She winked.

Reaching around me, she picked up the shampoo bottle, slid open the cap and squeezed a dollop of the thick, pastel-colored substance into her hand. She tilted my head downward and began to scrub it into my hair with gentle, precise movements.

"Have to keep my favorite little whore clean," she said, her voice teasing. I snorted.

" 'Favorite...' " I was trying to sound jocular, while at the same time wondering if she had actually been joking or not.

The soap was beginning to run down my face. I could taste its bitter edge in my mouth. I blinked rapidly as the all-too-familiar sting of suds spiked through my eyes. Instinctively, I reached up a hand to clear my vision. The touch of her fingertips suddenly left my head and I felt her pressing, almost crushing my wrists into the floor.

"Oh no, I can't let you do that," she said, that wicked, mischievous edge that I was all too familiar with coming into her voice. "Can't squander an opportunity like this. You, sitting here below me, unable to see what I'm going to do to you..."

I heard a squeaking sound as she rose to her feet. The water that had been pouring down on me suddenly vanished, and the sound of it hitting the floor changed, grew closer. I felt one of her hands slide along my inner thigh, higher and higher up. I gave a small gasp, thinking that I knew what would come next. Instead, she merely pressed it back, parting my legs open. I obeyed, spreading them wide for her. She patted my leg approvingly.

Then the sounds of the water against tile were gone, and a sudden rush of moisture and heat sprayed up into my pussy. I shrieked and writhed on the slick surface of the floor. Her hand, the one that wasn't gripping the shower head, grabbed me just at the base of my throat and pushed me up against the wall.

"You're going to try and escape when the fun's only just started?" she chuckled.

"Mal..." my voice was a pleading whine.

"Aw, now don't pretend you're not loving it."

I was loving it, loving every moment of it. The pressure of the water and hot moisture gushing up into me sent waves of pleasure coarsing through my abdomen. I felt her lips against mine then, wet and hot, moving against mine in harmony. Her tongue poked out and ran along my lips, gathering up the bitter soap. I couldn't stop a small moan from escaping as our tongues entwined, ravelling together in a slow, erotic dance. The hand that gripped my throat slid downwards slowly as she toyed with one of my breasts, pinching the nipple, feeling how hard it was beneath her fingertips.

Our lips parted and she began to kiss and tongue her way down my neck, her hand releasing my breast and traveling along my stomach. I moaned as she began to suckle at my tit, her hand now caressing against my clit, massaging in slow, clockwise patterns.

"Mmm, does that feel nice?" she asked, her lips tickling against my breast as she spoke.

I said nothing. She pinched my clit between her finger and thumb.

"Tell me," she said, and I could hear amusement in her tone. "Say it, right now."

"Y-yes, Mistress," I gasped, as her hand traveled still lower.

The rush of water was gone and she was stroking along the lips of my pussy, brushing them ever so lightly with her fingertips. I writhed against the sleek floor and wall, whimpering as she gently stuck one finger in. She crooked it, making a gesture as though she were beckoning to someone, tickling against my g-spot. I gasped, twisting my body away hard.

"Oh, so wet already?" she chuckled, her voice growing husky with desire. "You're so easy, Claire."

And then came the sweetest torture yet: her mouth left my breast and suddenly she was mouthing my clit, stroking against it with her tongue, suckling it up between her lips. I couldn't help but cry out from the surprise of the contact. I moaned, feeling her mouth paint trails of fire everywhere it touched.

"Mallory!" I threw out a hand wildly. I felt the top of her soft, thick black hair and grasped it, tangling my fingers in it, needing something to hold on to to keep myself from floating away on a sea of pleasure. I heard her utter a muffled moan, felt the lips of my pussy vibrate against her mouth with the sound. Her tongue penetrated, licking along inside me. I whimpered as she coated me from the inside with the painful ecstasy of fire. I writhed, wanting to move in ways that were impossible in such a confined space.

*SLAP!* I shrieked in surprise as her wet hand struck against my ass forcefully, silently commanding me to be still.

Suddenly, she pulled me away from the wall and slammed me down against the floor. Her hand ran across my face, wiping the suds from my eyes. Relieved to see again, I saw her turn so that her body was across mine, her face against my clit and mine against hers.

"Suck me until we both cum, slut," she hissed. I moaned.

"Yes, Mistress."

Gently, I ran my tongue along her hard, pink lips, tasting her.

'She may have teased me for it, but she's wet too,' I noted with some smugness.

Her taste was sweet and vaguely salty, I savored the flavor on my tongue and along my lips. I poked my tongue in as she had, feeling along her hot, moist inner cavern.

"Spank me while you're at it, bitch," I heard her murmur from between my legs.

"Yes, Mistress."

*SLAP!* I slapped her with my palm while plunging my tongue as deep into her wet pussy as I could. She moaned; now she was the one writhing.

"Again!" she cried.

*SLAP!*

"Harder!"

*SLAP!*

"Claire..." her high, thin voice spoke the word as if it were a kind of plea. That one sound sent a bolt of ecstasy shooting through my groin and I could feel the muscles of my pussy tightening, preparing for the end.

"Oh, god," I moaned. "I-I'm going to cum soon..."

"Not without me," she growled. "Suck, bitch! Suck me hard!"

I gathered her lips into my mouth and pulled away slightly, releasing them with a small *pop!*

"Oh, yes, that's it!" she cried.

I ran my tongue in and out of her, licking along the sides, sucking away at her juices.

"I'm cumming!" she shrieked, and I could feel my own body climaxing as her sweet tongue worked away at me.

Our bodies were entwined with one another completely, steam rising off our skins, slippery with soap and one another's cum as we climaxed together.

- - -

"So, how did you like it?" she asked, smirking as we toweled off.

"It was... pleasurable," I said stiffly, my face burning. She snorted, rolling her eyes.

"You're such a pain in the ass, Claire."

"Good, my work here is done."

She laughed, and hit me across the head with her towel. As we left the bathroom together, I smiled to myself, imagining the look on my boyfriend's face when I confessed what we'd just done without him.