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I kept thinking about telling Rob, but the whole week went by and I didn't tell him. I felt lucky I hadn't when I saw her again, because it never occurred to me what she might do with my stories if I had tried to fight her on it.
She held up a page when I came in. "You can have this page back, if you do everything I tell you to today, and of course I'll pay you your regular seventy five dollars."
I walked into the kitchen to the cabinet under the sink where the supplies were.
"No more of those toxic things in the kitchen. I want everything to be clean enough to eat off off. Hot water only," she said pointing at the pot of boiled water on the stove.
I spent the four hours working harder than I'd ever had to work before. It was impossible to degrease the stove with hot water. I sweat over the stove with my rag, putting all my weight into the rag, trying to will the grease off.
"This is ridiculous Marianne. I can't clean your stove without soap," I insisted.
"Lick it clean," she said seriously.
"Marianne, this is ridiculous. It's gross, there's a week of food on this stove," I implored.
"Wait a sec, I'll get something for you," she said and turned around.
I stood there exhausted and angry, trying to figure out the best way to tell her she was a stupid crazy bitch.
She came back in with a piece of paper.
"This should help, let's see, oh here," she said scanning the page before she started to read out loud:
"'Yes mommy. When you kiss my titties, my naughty slit gets all slippery,' blah, blah blah," Marianne said scanning again. "'I put my head between her soft thighs and breathed her musky odor. I took my first licks along the pink crease of her thigh and puffy lips,' oh here, 'Oh Mommy!' she moaned,' blah, blah, blah 'I think it's dirty more inside it mommy,' she said kneading her breasts now. I loved having my little girl beg me for--"
I finally interrupted, it was killing me. It sounded even worse than the story was. In the story they're both grown ups, consenting, albeit related and preverted grown-ups, but grown-ups nonetheless. "Don't do this to me. Please, stop. Marianne, what do you want me to do?"
"I want you to do what I tell you to do. Sincerely, that's all I want, but if you won't do what I tell you to do, I'll have to send these to someone so that you can get help, 'cause you're a seriously sick little cookie," she said smiling her eerie smile.
I marched up to her to take the sheet from her, fuming.
"Or maybe," she said laughing a little as she held the sheet out of reach "for the safety of the community I should flyer them around so people will keep their kids and husband and dogs safe from you. You like dogs too right?"
She giggled happily as I tried to catch the sheet.
I got it, and realized once it was in my hand, why she was so blithe, not only was it just one page, of the fifty of so pages of material I had, but it was a photocopy.
"So why don't you lick my stove clean. Rob'll start to wonder what's taking you so long," she said looking at me.
I stared at her with fury, wanting to tackle her to the floor and knock her senseless with my fists.
She looked back at me with a soft, smug expression.
My eyes filled with tears as I continued to be frozen to the spot with frustration.
"Go on. Or is this not rough enough for you? Would you like me to hold you by knife point and force you to lick it?" she said alluding to another story. A story that was for me.
I turned around and went to the stove and started to lick a stubron spot. The grease seemed to lift, and it tasted mostly of burnt spice.
I sensed her moving toward me after I worked for a couple of minutes.
She placed her hands on my hips and pressed her pelvis into my ass. "What a good girl," she hummed.
My body immediately reacted. I felt a gush of blood enter my crotch. I was bent over something licking, while my ass was being pushed against. It just had so many physical sensations that were just like sex with Rob. I found myself pushing my tongue harder into the oily stove top and trying to lick it all clean, like I was trying to satisfy the machine.
After I finished with the stove. I stood up and looked at her and my fury had vanished and my focus was softer. All I could see was Marianne the beautiful woman, with a beautiful shape, smiling at me. I was so horny just from her grinding against my ass for fifteen minutes while I licked desparately at a stove. I wanted her to use me some more. I wanted her to make me lick her pussy next.
She threw the rag on the floor.
"Get to it. You don't have enough time for the whole house today, but you'll at least get the floor done before Dennis gets home," she said, sounding a little annoyed.
I got down on my hands and knees and started wiping the floor.
Marianne stood over me, and I sensed her leg raise. Her shoe pressed into the back of my head and pushed my face to the floor. "Clean it right."
I tried to look at her face, but I wanted to lick the floor. I wanted to obey her.
She moved behind me and I heard her shoe drop. She pushed her toes in between my legs and pet my crotch with them. I crawled around the floor, licking up all sorts of debris and spit them into my rag. And Marianne rewarded me by prodding at my pussy with her stockinged foot.
After fifteen minutes of this treatment my gash was dripping and pussy lips felt swollen. I wanted to fuss with them, to pull them out, but I liked the discomfort as well, everything was wonderful agony. I wanted to press back into her foot, but I was scared she would know how much I liked it. Worse, I was scared she would stop. My horny crotch, my ass raised in the air, my tongue working against the floor, her foot rubbing up and down my slit, cheating on Rob, worrying that Dennis would come in at any second. Everything, be it frightening, be it humiliating, be it disgusting, everything was making me more excited. And that fact was all the more degrading, and that degredation was yet another pleasure and the vicious circle couldn't be stopped. I started to cry at it, and relished my warm tears and my horror.
After another ten minutes later, she pulled her foot away suddenly.
"You got my toe wet with your slut cunt. You're having a good time licking the floor Becca? Hmm?"
I stopped licking and let my head hang between my arms.
She walked around me and lifted my chin with her foot. "Look up at me."
I looked through my damp hair, hanging in my face.
She pushed some of it away with her toes.
"Do you like licking my floor Becca?" she asked.
I stared up at her helplessly.
"Open your mouth," she said. And I obeyed.
She balanced on one leg and put her toe in my mouth. It smelled of my crotch and of her sweaty foot. It was salty and and sour. It was a strange stink.
"Suck your nasty shit out of my stocking," she said and I sucked.
"Now I know you like licking the floor, because your pussy is so wet that you're dripping through your pantirs. But I want you to say it, okay?" she said and I nodded.
She pulled her toe away. "Do you like licking my floor Becca?"
"Yes," I said looking up at her, wanting her to release me.
She walked around me going to her shoes and slipping them on. "Yes what? Use a whole sentance."
"Yes I like licking your floor," I said looking at the floor.
"Good. I'll see you next week then," we both turned toward the door as we heard Dennis's car door shut behind him. "Go clean yourself up in the bathroom. Go."
I got up and dashed to the bathroom and washed my face and straightened out my hair.
When I came out Dennis and Marianne were talking about their days.
"Hey Dennis," I said, feeling terribly guilty.
"Hey Becca, how's it goin'?" he said in a normal friendly tone.
"Oh okay, a little tired. It's been a long day. I guess I'll see you guys next week," I said trying to leave quickly.
"Yeah, I guess you stayed late. You girls talking about me?" he joked.
I laughed, but it came out nervous and weird.
"Oh yeah, all afternoon," I lamely claimed, trying to be light and joking. But it felt forced. Much more so than telling Marianne I liked licking her floor.
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