Franks Bath Service

Frank told both you and Amy to follow him to the bathroom. It had a massive tub, closer to a hot-tub than a traditional bath.

Frank got in and turned the water on, his rolls of greasy dirt caked skin immediately turning the water murky as it washed off layers of filth at his first contact with water in who knows how long.

Its disgusting, and knowing that such an obscene man had dominated you so throughly…. It kind of turned you on. You could even now feel you panties tightening as your cock hardened once again looking at his hairy chest.

“Wash me, slaves” he commanded, his deep voice thrumming through your body.

“Yes master” you both say in unison, Amy kneels down and starts washing the area under his chest, while you get on your knees and start washing his thighs with a sponge and body wash, trying and failing to keep your eyes off the massive cock that had mere minutes ago been inside your mouth. Your tongue twitches as you wonder what it would have tasted like if he had finished in your mouth.

You shake your head to clear your thoughts, and glance up to see Frank and Amy with their tongues half way down each others throats, all thoughts of cleaning seemingly forgotten.

But then, wasn’t it you who had complained about him being unclean? It was only right that you be the one to clean master. Maybe if you did really well he’d give you a reward…

Mind made up you turn away from where your master and girlfriend were making out, one naked and one still in a metal bikini, and back to the task at hand. Abandoning the sponge you place your soft hands directly on his thighs, caressing the soap into the soft doughy flesh of his thighs and belly, almost seeming to fall into a trance as you got into the pattern of massaging his body.

And then it happened, it seemed Amy’s work had helped him overcome his refractory period as his cock reared to life once again, and you couldn’t help but move immediately to service it. Your right hand moving along the massive shaft while your left went to gently caress and clean his balls.

Looking up you saw that they had stopped making out, and were now trying to get in position for cunnilingus, but were struggling to find a way to do so safely in the slippery bathtub.

Frank looked down at you sharply, “don’t stop princess, you’re doing so good”

You return to you work, and soon his balls have both been fully cleaned, and you move both hands to his cock, before suddenly leaning over and shoving your head in the tub to take his balls in your mouth as you continue jacking him off.

“Oh baby you’re doing so good, you look so sexy when you’re submitting to a better man” Your wife moans, her thighs resting on franks shoulders as she sits on his face, before she lapses incoherent grunting under franks oral ****.

You peel back Frank’s foreskin and clean off the ring of smegma with soap and water, idly wondering how long it has taken to get that bad, yours never had. Then again, yours had also never been nearly this big, or nearly this hairy either, so maybe he’s just more of a man than you.

Thats your last thought before you take a deep breath, and following Frank’s previous instructions you relax your throat before filling it with such tightly packed cock that it felt like it was tearing it apart. You were rewarded with a moan from daddy, and a massive hand behind your head, guiding your motions, pulling you in and out on the massive hunk of meat coating your throat with more precum every second, the taste of it sends electrical impulses firing through your brain and you realize this is what you were meant to be, this is what you were meant to do, to be a submissive toy for more dominant men.

Amy comes to another screaming orgasm (the 7th, if your count is right) and finally gets overstimulated, climbing down from franks shoulders and collapsing onto the bathroom floor panting and leaking enough juices to create a visible puddle on the floor.

This allows you to look Frank in the eyes as you’re blowing him, and despite yourself you feel your cheeks heating up. Why is it so much more embarrassing for him to watch you do it? Frank and his stupid adorable eyes and his dimpled cheeks and his hands pushing you off and pulling out… wait, what?

You try to push your mouth back onto his cock, your throat already aching in longing emptiness for the fullness it had experienced mere moments ago.

“Patience slut, now come here” he slapped his round belly and it jiggled like jello. You climbed on top of him straddling his stomach in your maid skirt, your top still pulled down. His hands go to your ass and they squeeze and massage it in circles, while Frank leans his mouth forwards and captures yours in the first intimate kiss you have ever shared with another man.

His breath is awful, and he really needs some mouthwash. But your cock poking out of the top of your panties and rubbing against his belly button betrayed your true feelings, and you kissed him back with the fervency of an addict. Nobody had ever made you feel like this before.

And then he said the words you’d known were coming since before you’d come into the bathroom, “I want your ass”