Mr. Clean Smut

Chapter One

"Just because I'm clean doesn't mean I can't dirty talk," Mr. Clean said with a slight smile. The moonlight was reflecting off of his bald head, and I've never seen something so sexy.

"Oh yeah? Could I hear an example of what that could be?" I asked. I have to admit, I've always wanted to see someone so clean get dirty at least once.

"I'll spray on you like windex on a window." He said with a straight face. For some unknown reason, I felt a small spark in between my legs. I quickly closed my legs, and I noticed his eyes leave mine and look in that direction.

"Looks like you have a small spill that needs to be dealt with... you should clean that up," he told me. I looked at him for a moment before saying,

"Its your mess to deal with."

He didn't waste one second before pressing his lips against my own. I noticed he kept his hands resting on his thighs.

"Do you want to touch me?" I asked. He asked a question in response to my question,

"Do you have any latex gloves?" I laughed, assuming he was joking, but he held eye contact, so we climbed back into my window and went into the bathroom. As I bent over towards the cleaning supplies, I peeked back to see his eyes scanning over me. I suddenly felt self-conscious. Did I have a stain on my shorts?

"I have a better idea than gloves," he stated. I watched as he wandered over to the shower, and he looked towards me for permission while his hand hovered over the shower handle.

"Well, I do feel a bit dirty," I said and pushed my chest out a bit. His nose twitched a bit, and he quickly turned on the shower. Since he was wearing all white, I could see the outline of his body. My eyes looked over his torso; and you could see a faint outline of muscle, but also a pretty belly. I continued to look down, and I examined his thighs, and what was lingering in between them. I felt my mouth drop a bit, I didn't know I had turned him on that much! He noticed my staring and walked over.

"Do you want to get clean with me?" He asked me, and held out his hand. I smiled and put his hand over my stomach. He inched his hand down to the brim of my shirt and pulled it over my head.

"Once I start my cleaning spree.. I get intense. Just say 'clorox wipes' if you want me to stop, okay?" He said to me. I nodded in agreement and immediately tore his shirt off. We proceeded to undress one another, slowly, though, as to not leave too many creases. He folded the clothes, and then turned to look at me.

"Your floors are dirty," he said while leading me to the shower.

"I just always forget," I responded, "is there anyway you can make sure I don't forget?" He smiled and softly pressed my back against the wall. It was cold at first, but at least it was clean. He carefully pulled my leg up and wrapped it around his waist.

"You could set alarms, or just use your head," he answered.

"I can use my head for something else if you'd like," I said.

"Or you could use your hands to grab some soap to clean," he shot back. I rolled my eyes and reached around him to grab body wash. As my chest pressed against him, I could feel him get hard against me.

"Since you're bald, how far up do you wash your face?" I asked out of genuine curiosity.

"Everywhere. Forehead, top of head, side of head, back of head," he replied.

"I'll make sure to cover everywhere..." I said. I lathered my hands in soap and started rubbing his back in up-and-down motions. He grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head, and he told me,

"You're supposed to clean in circular motions."  He pressed my hands against his body and led my hands in circles all around him. I enjoyed the feeling of his skin against mine, and the way his muscles slightly tensed while I touched them. I rinsed the soap off of his neck and leaned up to kiss it. He let go of my hands and let out a small moan. He pressed his hands against the wall. I continued to wash him, and I let my hands fall lower and just barely grazing his dick. I felt him once again tense up, and I fell to my knees, not wanting to waste another second. I felt the water run against my back.

"Well wait," he said in a raspy voice, "we need to get you cleaned up first." He picked me up and sat me down on the ledge of the shower. I was taken aback, but didn't object to, his actions. He kissed around my neck and around my chest. He licked around and lightly bit my chest. His hands climbed from around my waist to my chest, and I threw my head back in pleasure.

"I keep trying to clean this one spot, but it won't budge," he said, clearly frustrated.

"... that's my nipple," I said bluntly.

"oh." He moved up from my chest back up to my lips. He softly placed his hand around my neck, and I wrapped my hand around his own and choked myself for him.

"You know," I started, "I don't really count leaving marks as a stain."

"Oh, well I do," he said and then continued to kiss me. He used his free hand to tease in between my legs, and eventually fell to his knees. He kissed down my body, and down my legs only to kiss back up them. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, and softly grazed my puthy [i am not saying anything else sorry]. He ran his tongue over my clit [I HATE SAYING THAT], and I felt chills run through me. He positioned his tongue over my sensitive spot once again and softly sucked. I went to grab his hair before remembering he was bald, so I held on to that bald head for dear life. He started to move his jaw up and down at a steady pace, and I could feel my hips grinding in motion to him. He untangled one of his arms from under me, and guided his hand up my body.

"Did you brush your teeth?" He pulled away to ask.

"Um. Yes?" I replied, flustered and confused.

"Okay good, so I can do this," he said. He slowly went back to his previous motions, and he softly grabbed my face. He gently pushed his fingers past my lips [the face ones not the other ones], and I made sure to suck on his fingers before he pulled them out. He slightly pulled away from me, and guided those same fingers up my lips [not the face ones 🧍‍♀️] and slowly entered my puthy. He curled his fingers in motion with his sucking, and gently rocked my body back and forth while doing so. I was reminded that we were in the shower because I felt the water suddenly turn cold, but that made everything I was feeling a thousand times better. After a few minutes of doing this, he quickly pulled back and asked,

"How do you want it?" And I guided his hand to what felt best. He matched his mouth to the pace and slammed my eyes shut and pushed into the wall. He suddenly put more pressure on the sensitive part and I couldn't hold it in any longer. He allowed me to ride the feeling as long as I could.

"Do you have any face cleaning wipes? I think you got some in my eye," he said. I shut the shower off and we both dried off. I got him his wipes, and we both dressed again. He ended up wearing my clothes because he did not want to wear the same clothes as the one's from before our shower.

"Was everything okay?" He asked.

"Yes, but are you okay? I blue-balled the fuck out of you." I replied, I felt bad I didn't do anything for him. He looked down, ashamed.

"I have something to tell you.... I've inhaled so many different chemicals that I am unable to... preform," he confessed.

"That's okay," I smiled, "Do you want to just cuddle?" He nodded, and changed my bed sheets, and then we laid together and watched cleaning infomercials for the rest of the night.

END OF CHAPTER ONE