Isn’t It Too Big

by Naomi Penn

  “Oh, I was hoping you could teach me…”

  This comment of mine caused Dr. Thorpe to lean a little more forward in his chair, the smile vanishing entirely from the man’s face.

  “Ok, Claudia. Go in the kitchen and grab a towel off the counter. You can use that to wipe the dust off.”

  I did what he asked, returning to the living room with my damp towel, awaiting further instruction.

  “Go on then, wipe off the TV stand for me. Make sure you reach behind to get the back and sides,” he ordered.

  And as I did so, bending forward to stretch my arm out, I could feel my boobs hanging low in my tight shirt.

  “Very nice,” Dr. Thorpe said. “I think you’ve done this before.”

  “Once or twice,” I laughed.

  “Do you think this is funny, Claudia?”

  “No, not at all,” I told him, making damn sure to wipe the smile clean from my face.

  “I should hope you are taking this seriously. Breaking rules shouldn’t be taken lightly. It’s quite disrespectful,” the seated man stated.

  I nodded several times to appease him.

  “Make sure you get the very back,” came Dr. Thorpe’s next instruction.

  And so I leaned forward even more, feeling my perky, large breasts squish and spread out across the TV screen.

  “Mmhmm,” he grunted. “Fine work. They look lovely.”

  “Excuse me, Dr. Thorpe?”

  “Nothing, Claudia. Why don’t you dust off the far table as well. The one with a lamp on it near the door.”

  Well, the punishment hadn’t been too bad so far. A quick little wiping was tolerable. Even if it was slightly uncomfortable with Dr. Thorpe watching me the entire time. It wasn’t until I reached the table that I discovered the full intent of his requests.

  “Once you’ve got the top dusted,” he said, “be sure to reach down and clear out the socket. I don’t want any dust trapped in there. Fire hazard, you know.”

  Of course, to reach the socket I was forced to bend over at the waist, facing directly away from my overseer. I could feel the short skirt riding up my legs, high enough that I was forced to stretch back and pull the material down or I would have definitely been exposed. And somehow, I gathered, that was Dr. Thorpe’s intent. A little game of punishment, eh? Well, two can play that game.

  I decided to release my hand from the skirt. He wanted a show? I’d give him a little show, as there’s nothing worse than looking without being able to touch. This way I could turn the tables on Mr. Rules over there.

  “Did I do well, Dr. Thorpe?” I asked from over my shoulder.

  “Just a few more passes,” he returned.

  And so I bent down a little farther, allowing my skirt to hike up, revealing the very lowest part of my cotton panties.

  “That’s real good,” Dr. Thorpe nodded. “You’re doing much better now. A fast learner. You must be a real college girl.”

  “Anywhere else you would like me to dust?” I questioned, resting a hand on my hip, licking at my lips.

  And here I saw Dr. Thorpe cast his gaze at the two lovely spheres on my chest. Good thing I’d worn a low top, it made for a nice show with the cleavage hanging out. And while my boobs weren’t overly big, they could certainly get the juices flowing. I wondered if his were beginning to circulate…

  “Are you being sassy?” he shot back.

  I felt a surge of fright grip my very soul. The tone had been anything but kind or gentle. It was guttural and malicious, a no nonsense kind of voice.

  “No, sir. I’m only trying to do a thorough job,” I pleaded.

  “Hmm, in that case,” he began, “Why don’t you come over here and clear off the table on my right.”

  There were various papers and some left over wrappers on the table. A few remotes and one drinking cup. I moved over quickly, picking the items up and placing them in their proper places.

  “You forgot one,” Dr. Thorpe was pointing at a wrapper in his hand.

  As I wandered over, sticking my hand out to retrieve it from his – but the man let it drop to the floor… forcing me to bend over and scoop it up.

  “Perfect,” he said, staring at my breasts which were now in full view with me resting between his legs practically two feet away.

  But some things just rub me the wrong way. And being made out to be this man’s little toy was one of them.

  “I didn’t expect your home to be so messy, Dr. Thorpe – or should I say Dr. Piggy,” I laughed aloud, staring him down.

  His expression remained unchanged. An unmoving, beautiful stone mask.

  “Actually, Claudia,” he said at last. “You’re not quite done yet… I don’t think you’re taking this seriously at all.”

  “I really am, Dr. Thorpe! I swear!”

  “Well then, why didn’t you notice this?” he asked.

  “Notice what, Dr. Thorpe?”

  The man’s lips curled upward, some motion which passed for a smile.

  “You know,” he said, “When I sat here waiting for you to return, I ate some cookies, and as you can see…” Here Dr. Thorpe looked down at his own pants, a few crumbs scattered about the material. “I think they need to be wiped off.”

  ***

  ***

  “You want me to wipe your pants?”

  “That’s right, Claudia,” Dr. Thorpe told me.

  “But I put the towel away,” I retorted.

  “That’s ok, Claudia. Just use your hands.”

  He seemed quite adamant that I clean his trousers. And strangely, as I stood this close to him, drinking in the sight of his attractive features and lean body… I felt a desire to comply, and so I did, extending my hands above his groin. I loved a powerful man.

  “Go on,” he said, urging me along.

  “Yes, Dr. Thorpe.”

  Now my hands were on his pants, dusting lightly from side to side. I crossed over the zipper, flicking away the last bit of the crumbs… that is the precise moment I felt it. Some thick bulge beneath the material, growing larger and larger each time I rubbed along his clothes. It… felt wonderful. I'd never been so up close and personal with a man before.

  “Wait a minute!” Dr. Thorpe shouted.

  “What!?” I reeled back in surprise.

  “What is that? On your neck there,” he asked.

  I tried to look where he pointed, but of course it was impossible to see my own neck – and so he placed a finger on the dark mark which resided on the side of my pale skin, just along the neck.

  “Oh…” I said, immediately remember what had caused the discoloration. The boy from earlier… “I, umm…” I searched for a suitable lie, but nothing came to mind.

  “I said, what is it Claudia?”

  “Well I was with a guy tonight and…” I hoped the implication of my actions would be enough to appease Dr. Thorpe.

  “Oh…” he replied, wrapping his hand farther around my throat. “Some guy put this on you?”

  “Yes, Dr. Thorpe,” I squeaked.

  “Hmm,” he shrugged. “Well, Claudia, I think you still have a job to finish.”

  “Yes, sir,” and here I reached back to finish wiping his pants clean of whatever particles might have been worrying him. Now the bulge in Dr. Thorpe’s pants was even more visible. I ran my hand over it, making sure to press firmly as I did so to get a true gauge of the size. I’d actually never felt one of these things before. Yet somehow, I knew I just wanted to tonight. And his seemed to be about the perfect size.

  “No, no, no!” he muttered, pushing my hands away. “You’re still not taking this seriously, Claudia. Look at all the dirty spots you’ve left behind. We need to take these pants off me so you can do a thorough job. Now unzip me.”

  I gulped, pausing for the briefest of moments, unsure whether he had said this jokingly or not. But his expression told me that the situation was indeed serious.

  I reached down to unbutton his pants, and then unzipped the fly. His eyes watched my breasts, rais
ing and lowering with my breathing, the entire time. Little encouraging words escaped his lips every few seconds.

  “Good job,” and “Mmhmm,” and “Perfect…”

  When I had undone the zipper, Dr. Thorpe lifted his butt off the couch for a moment, allowing me to slide the pants down his legs. What this action revealed was shocking… His tight boxers were being pressed to their limits, restraining the elongating pole beneath them.

  “Go on, Claudia. Clean them off,” he instructed me with a smile.

  I did as he asked, rubbing my hands along his impressive staff. I could feel the heat of his member burning through the material. Something this eager should be freed at once, I thought. No way were these little shorts going to hold it back for much longer.

  My dainty fingers traced the length of his cock… all the way up to the tip where I felt the button on the front of his boxers.

  “Is it all clean?” he asked me, not bothering to look down.

  “I think so, Dr. Thorpe,” I gasped.

  “Claudia… you haven’t even wiped the inside yet. How can you tell me it’s clean? Be thorough if you’re going to do it at all,” the man responded.

  I could feel my heart beating out of my chest, reading to explode, all the while I rubbed the length of his shaft – the first of my life. It felt wider and bigger than I expected. Maybe he was just particularly well-endowed.

  “Go on, Claudia,” he said. “Clean the interior. Rub it down.”

  I was so desperate to undo that button and free the beast within. I wanted to see his size burst into the room… and so I did, running my fingers along the button and parting it to the side, pulling the material free.

  “God…” I moaned as his cock sprang free of the cage, protruding out from the boxers. It looked so good, so full, so solid.

  “Claudia, I said to rub it down. Clean it off,” Dr. Thorpe instructed with an authoritative tone to his voice.

  And then it happened – my hands encircled (well as far as they would go) Dr. Thorpe’s love pole. I’d always wondered what these things felt like. Stiff and hard; with a few veins running along the length and I could feel these pulsing on my fingertips.

  “Go on, Claudia,” he repeated.

  Now my hands were stroking his cock, gripping the loose skin and sliding it up and down the impressive shaft. I couldn’t take my eyes off his member. It just blew my mind – not only the size, but the color and texture. It was perfectly enticing. Such a tempting sex device.

  I reached the bottom of his length, and felt the wrinkly skin of his ball sack contact the bottom of my hand. Such an odd, foreign, yet welcoming sensation. I wanted to lower my head and take him in my mouth. To know what it felt like to have something so appealing stuck inside, tasting it on my tongue. Just to know my mouth had a cock inside… Oh, it made me wet… as I stood there stroking him over and over.

  “A little faster, Claudia,” Dr. Thorpe moaned. “Some times you need a quick rubbing to get it clean.”

  “Yes, Dr. Thorpe,” I nodded rapidly, beginning to quicken my pace. The faster and harder I went, the thicker and stiffer he became. In one accidental motion, I mistakenly squeezed his cock rather forcefully – and much to my surprise, I saw a burst of clear liquid spray out from the top of his penis! It dripped down the side of the hefty shaft, seeping beneath my fingers and coming to a stop on the palm. I couldn’t help but rub the Dr. Thorpe-made lube, letting the slickness wash over his skin, feeling my fingers glide along removed of all friction.

  “That’s good, Claudia,” he sighed. “You’re doing a wonderful job now.”

  “Thank you, Dr. Thorpe,” I panted, watching my hands be dwarfed by this sizable staff.

  “But…” Dr. Thorpe continued, “Some times it needs a little extra cleaning liquid. You know, to get the hard to clean spots. You want to be thorough, don’t you Claudia?”

  I nodded without hesitation.

  “Well then, Claudia. Go on. Wet it down for me,” he intoned.

  I knew he wanted it badly, but probably not nearly as badly as I did. Dr. Thorpe felt so irresistible in my hands, I knew whatever he asked of me would only get better and better. The way he stared made the wetness drip from my naughty bits. He couldn’t take his eyes off me – just like a good supervisor, making sure his worker-bee was performing properly and productively. Judging by his current posture, I’d say I was doing pretty good.

  And so I placed my mouth above his tip.

  “Mmhmm,” he nodded.

  And then I let a stream of spit fall from my mouth, directly onto his cock, watching the liquid glisten as it spread across the head of that beautiful, throbbing delight. This I continued to rub, making sure to moisten every inch of him (which took a few more mouthfuls of spit, each time being met by bountiful encouragement).

  I loved sliding my hands on the shaft, hearing that slippy-slip noise I’d only seen in porn up until now. It was mesmerizing.

  “Is it clean now, Claudia?” he asked with a sinister tone.

  “Yes, I believe so Dr. Thorpe,” I told him.

  “Damnit, Claudia!” the man snapped at me. And here he took hold of my hair to direct my head in a very specific direction. “Look at that filthy thing in your hands! You think that’s clean? Who raised you!”

  “I’m sorry, Dr. Thorpe. I wasn’t looking very intently,” this I said while continuing to caress that wonderful pleasure pole.

  He released the grip on my hair, leaning back slightly in the chair as the words reached me. “You know, Claudia… some times you’ll need a sponge or something to really scrub off the dirty parts. Something to rub on that filthy thing.”

  The hint seemed obvious to me – and truth be told, it was just the request I’d been hoping for.

  “Yes, sir, I’ll do just that. But… I don’t have a sponge here,” I reasoned. “Only my tongue.”

  “Whatever you think will work, Claudia,” Dr. Thorpe smiled.

  ***

  ***

  And there I was… back late after curfew and being punished for it… hovering my open mouth and extended tongue just an inch above Dr. Thorpe’s throbbing cock. I paused for a moment.

  “Go on, Claudia,” he said impatiently – just the cue I had been waiting to hear. “Get that dirty thing cleaned off on your tongue.”

  I dove forward, dipping my mouth low. His cock touched the very edge of my lips. The skin felt surprisingly soft and delicate, a very smooth surface, made slick by my spit. I let my face descend farther, allowing his girth to enter my mouth at last. The idea of having a veiny manroot in my mouth had tantalized me for so long, and now it was finally happening. I took him slow and delicately. My teeth accidentally grazed along the top of his shaft; I didn’t expect having to accommodate such a large thing!

  “Careful not to scratch the furniture, Claudia,” came Dr. Thorpe’s warning as he shifted in the chair.

  All I could do was mumble my acknowledgement, trying not to gag on the object being driven into my throat. I wanted to please Dr. Thorpe – I wanted to tease and play with the man. And so I withdrew his penis from my mouth, flicking my tongue along his tip, back and forth across the underside – a technique I’d heard one of my friends say worked really well. If Dr. Thorpe’s heavy moans were any indication, it certainly seemed to.

  “That’s right, Claudia. Rub that dirty thing clean. Show some effort. Scrub it hard, and use that sponge.”

  I did as he told me, grasping the base of his shaft with my right hand and wrapping my lips around his dick once again. He twitched his cock inside my mouth, giving me a slight tickling sensation on the tongue. It was dirty alright, and it needed a scrubbing as Dr. Thorpe had said. With this thought in mind, I squeezed the bottom of his pole and slid my fingers upward – resulting in a gush of precum squirting directly onto my tongue… This, I have to say, was the greatest thing I had ever tasted. A sweet, syrupy kind of flavor which I swallowed instantly and unthinkingly – desperately gripping the base, attempting to pump more into my
mouth.

  Dr. Thorpe filled me full; even though I could barely take more than half of him in, it was enough to trigger my gag reflexes.

  “Can’t clean the whole thing, can you Claudia?” he asked with no semblance of levity.

  I mumbled in the negative, still slurping on the meat in my mouth.

  “Well then… We’d best find something else of yours that can reach the bottom, shouldn’t we Claudia?” the man stated. It was said in such a way that I could say nothing to the contrary. I knew what he wanted… and I wanted him to have it.