Good Girlfriends Clean - Part 2

Chapter 20 - Good Girlfriends Clean - Part 2

"I am a Good Girlfriend, I am a Good maid" Emma continues to repeat, her voice slurring with pent-up desire and need as she continues to maul her breasts.

"Good Girl Emma, Good Maids clean, lean forward on all fours and begin scrubbing the carpet and couch, you may continue to touch yourself as you clean" the AI says firmly.

Emma moves forward without thinking, obeying the firm voice, she feels her breasts fall out of her new outfit, slipping out of the latex. She grabs her bare breast with one hand, continuing to molestherself while her other hand sprays a stain remover and starts scrubbing, the belts rumbling vibrations move in concert with each movement of her arm, allowing her to fall into a repetitive haze of work and pleasure as she continues to mumble "Good Girlfriends clean, Good Girlfriends are Good Maids" in response to the AI's gentle nudging mantras as she slowly cleans the stains. The ones left by Evan's cock as it pounded her pussy till her brain turned to mush, she thinks with depraved arousal.

"Good, Maid Emma, stay there on all fours and spread your legs, Good Maids get to enjoy their service"

Emma drops the scrub cloth, **** for an excuse to return both hands to her breasts, rubbing the delicious latex of her gloves against her bare tits as she spreads her legs and leans against the couch. She notes distractedly that she's in the same position she was for Evan, even as the belt's dildo suddenly begins to fuck her. The dildo is only half as big and deep as it was with Evan, but with deeply horny she is and how sensitive her pussy feels, the strokes are still able to make her moan and thrust her hips back against it. Her hands don't stop for a moment as they desperately grope and caress her breasts her latex-covered hands against her bare titflesh, sliding and slipping against her with a slick rubbing sensation that feels like oils are being spread all over her tits.

"Good Girlfriends get fucked" she moans. The belt continues to fuck her as she plays with herself while the AI repeats important lessons in her ears, she finds herself repeating them reflexively, her mind lost to her own pleasure. "good girlfriends listen and obey" she continues to grab her tits, squashing them against her slender frame in time with the latest thrust of the dildo, "good girlfriends greet their boyfriends" she says, clenching her pussy muscles on the small dildo trying to pull it in deeper. "Good Girlfriends please their boyfriends" she says, arching her back and pressing her hips and ass higher so the dildo fucks her with the added **** of gravity as she squishes her bare tits against the carpet, its fibers itching and teasing her sensitive nipples. "Good Girlfriends please, suck and obey" she moans, twisting and pinching them for every last bit of sensation she can get. But the belt refuses to let her finish, it refuses to hit her deep, every stroke shallow and not quite filling enough, even slowing down whenever her hands on her tits push her closer to satisfaction the frustration only growing. "Good Girlfriends are Good Maids" she says, embarrassed, as she catches a glimpse of herself in the nearby mirror, hips raised, debasing herself in a fetish maid outfit for every scrap of pleasure she can manage.

"Good Girl Emma, your mindset is improving, stand now, let's go do Evan's laundry, that will be a pleasant surprise for your boyfriend, do not stop touching"

Emma finds herself standing as the fucking slows enough for her to move, but doesn't stop ('Good Girlfriends Listen and Obey' 'Good Girlfriends are rewarded' she thinks as she mindlessly follows) and heads towards the laundry, her pussy and tits being played with the entire time, keeping her mind aroused and horny.

She loads clothes into the machine, one hand on her bare tits alternating each side, the cold of the laundry is barely felt through her feverish arousal, especially as the belt's dildo begins heating. Warming her from the inside with every long, slow stroke as she continues her domestic duties ('Good Girlfriends clean').

As she continues, the smell of Evan's clothes, his scent, fills her nose and mind. His scent has always been a turn on for her, but with every moment of teasing, every thrust of the belt's cock, every mantra, her association grows, his scent inextricably linked to her arousal, to a sense of horny dissociation with reality. She inhales deep, imagining Evan here, shirtless, picturing herself rubbing her face against his lovely comfy chest while he fingers her. The fantasy is so strong that she can't contain her moans, as her arousal climbs higher, her fantasies becoming more lurid and more vivid, Evans voice and scent and fingers overwhelming her imagination. As she nears the end of the load, she tries to hold onto the last pair of Evan's underwear with naughty intentions, but a voice in her head rebukes her ('Good Girls are Good Maids') and she places it with the other washing and turns the machine on.

She stops for a moment as she realizes that voice was her own mind rebuking her for not being a good maid, her own subconscious disciplining her to be a good maid for her boyfriend, the realization is scary because of how fast her instincts are changing but the haze of arousal is deep and as the dildo increases it's pace her hands return to her tits, the worries and thoughts just slipping out of her grasp like wet latex.