MistressTrin
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The Window Washer
He was just in time, he saw, as the beautifully bound woman was being cropped methodically. He pulled himself out and stroked hard as he watched, wishing his wife would let him do that to her. The Assignment’s nipples were light pink and luscious pressed against the window and he grew harder.
The Conductor looked up at him, nodded with a smirk and the window washer nodded back in acknowledgement. It wasn’t the first time he’d sprayed over the Conductor’s window.
The Assignment’s ass and back were covered in neatly placed welts and beautiful to the eyes of the window washer. He stroked rhythmically as the Conductor moved away and returned shortly with a device that he hooked to the girl’s labia. She squirmed and the Conductor slapped her marked bottom lightly; she stilled.
The window washer liked this one and lowered his seat until he was just above the girl, so his seed would cover her face when he came. The Conductor turned the knob and the girl jerked forward until her face was against the glass, her chest heaved as her orgasm neared.
He stroked furiously as the Conductor sent bolts of electricity through the device and the Assignment shook as she fought for control. The window washer waited for the Conductor’s word and finally saw him speak it. “Cum.”
The girl spasmed and jerked, slamming her cheek against the glass and the window washer began to orgasm while the girl’s juices ran freely down her thighs. He spurted again and again over the window where the Assignment’s face was pressed.
Several moments passed until he had regained his breath. He refastened his pants before he took his squeegee and began to wipe away his seed. As his blade swiped over the place the Assignment’s face was, the Conductor whipped off the Assignment’s blindfold, bringing his symphony to conclusion.
The Conductor
He watched as the window washer realized who the assignment was. He smirked with satisfaction as the window washer looked down into the eyes of his own wife. Her look was what gave him his orgasm, though. The complete look of horror on her face that she had been discovered. He exploded in his pants without having to touch himself at all. It was a glorious Wednesday, he thought.
~fini~
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