Mr. Clean Smut

Chapter Two

I heard a rock hit my window. "I live in a one story house. What are you doing?" I said.

"I heard you needed.. some cleaning services" Mr. Clean said. My face flushed and I found myself unable to form a sentence.

"I didn't think you would come" I replied.

"Well I can't, but I can help you clean this house. It's embarrassing" he said. I love how blunt he is. I opened my window and he threw in his box of cleaning supplies before climbing in himself. As he gripped the mop, I wondered what it would be like to grip him. I watched as his muscles flexed with every stroke and swipe he did across the floor. I wish I could stroke him.

Beads of swear formed on his forehead, or it was hand sanitizer, I couldn't tell. While mopping, he paused and walked over to the bookshelf. Daddy Cle- Mr. Clean, placed his ring and middle finger onto the wood (I want my fingers on his wood) and wiped a line onto it. There was a line in my underwear.

"This is disappointing," he told me.

"I'm sorry. Are you going to punish me?" I asked, walking over toward him.

"Yes, by making you clean it. That's nasty." He grabbed my arms, gently, but firm. He scooted me over to the shelf, and placed a towel in my hand whilst nodding his head at it. "Go," he told me.

"Yes Mister." I slowly twisted my hand clock-wise (cock-wise), and showed him what my hands could do.

"You know," he started, "that's not the worst form I've seen."

"Yeah? So you've done this before?" I asked.

"Customer confidentiality." He stated bluntly. I'm not going to lie, I began to see red when he said that. I couldn't and wouldn't picture seeing him with another woman, or a man at that. I stormed off quietly and slammed my bedroom door closed. I heard him swiftly go back to cleaning, and that was that.

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Before he left, he came up to my door and officially knocked.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I need to clean this room." he said. I got up to leave the room, but he quickly blocked the door with his beautiful, toned body. I pressed into his hard, smooth chest. Though I still noticed, that was not the only part that was hard.

"First, I need to empty a load... of laundry." He told me. He kissed me, and I immediately gave in. He smelled like bleach and it was hot. He picked me up and before he could put me on the bed, I stopped him.

"I thought your 'big guy' did not work?"

"You cured me." He answered. That was all I needed to hear. He threw me onto the bed, and I tried to pull him on top of me, but he first smoothed out the sheets. He took off each of my articles of clothing off, before folding them neatly on the nightstand. I took his shirt off and looked at his clean, chiseled chest. I threw it onto the floor and he got up and put it on a hanger.

After he was completely naked, my mouth dropped in awe. He had EIGHT inches of penis. Though I was shocked to see, his thang was heavily leaning toward the left. I don't know why, but I did not expect this from such a washed, symmetrical man. He noticed me staring, and his brow furrowed. For the first time, I saw a wrinkle in his flawless face.

"So now you know why I'm like this," he told me shamefully. He dropped to his knees in defeat, "When I turned 16, I realized my shift was more curved than everyone else. The kids used to call me 'curvy clean' over and over again."

I didn't know what to say, so I simply fell to my knees as well. Well, there's something I should tell you too," I said, "I have no butthole." He looked up at me, shocked and excited at the same time.

"What?"

"I have a unique quirk where my intestines denigrate the waste my body doesn't use, so I can't poop." I told him with anxiety. I have been filled with shame ever since I found out other kids could poop. In elementary school, I walked into the bathroom and ran out screaming because I smelled something terrible. I ran to my teacher and told her there was something that smelled terrible in the pee room that my classmate was in. She assumed I was being mean, and suspended me for two weeks. After that, I explained to my peers why I was confused, and they realized that I could not poop. They called me "plugged up Peggy."

"So that means, no stinky and dirty bathroom?" I nodded slowly. He pounced on me immediately, and we kissed hard. He placed his hand on my area and circled it slowly, before inserting a finger. It wasn't hard because I was already soaked from the moment he walked in. I moaned loudly and we continued like this for a while. I noticed that his pal was grazing me, and I looked down to see it perfectly up and down.

"You fixed me! I can't believe it. You just keep fixing me." He yelled.

"How about you fix me something?" I asked. He put his gear shift into my place, but I felt something. Something wet... and blue? He came Windex all over me. I gasped in shock.

"I am so sorry," he cried, "because of my insecurity, it has been a while." I smiled and replied,

"She needed to be cleaned anyways."

END OF CHAPTER TWO