Chimney sweep Reggie Peake had a distinct advantage over his competitors. Before moving to New England, he had spent the first twenty of his twenty-three years in “olde” England. Accordingly, he came equipped with a cockney accent that lent him a certain Mary Poppins charm.
When Reggie went door to door in top hat and tails, with his gleaming copper brushes resting nonchalantly on one shoulder, a boyish smile and a cheery “Ello, luv!” was all it usually took to get in good with the lady of the house. In more ways than one.
Reggie canvassed upscale neighborhoods during the mornings and early afternoons. He could confirm from firsthand experience that many stay-at-home housewives were every bit as horny and indiscriminate as the popular fantasy would maintain. In addition,.he had been told that he was not exactly hard on the eyes, which did not exactly hinder his success with the fair sex.
At least twice a week Reggie got a come-hither glance that meant a woman wanted him to start a fire in her bedroom, not scrape her fireplace with a broom. A surprising percentage of those willing women were sufficiently attractive that Reggie took them up on their offers. He liked letting those neglected ex-debutantes turn the tables on him by “cleaning his pipes.”
Reggie found it highly amusing to sport with those well-bred wives in their comfortable homes. The rich, self-satisfied clots they had married, with their luxury cars and fancy downtown offices and cellars full of expensive wine, would have been simply appalled at the shameless conduct of their pampered spouses.
Reggie recalled one Briana, head of a local floral society, with her rump in the air and her well-oiled anus gaping in hungry invitation. And Juliet, wife of a popular philanthropist, working a foot-long dildo in and out of her pussy while she sucked his cock. And raven-haired Olivia, the politician’s wife, rubbing Reggie’s semen into the radiant skin of her breasts like body lotion, and then licking her manicured fingers clean.
Reggie’s was a dirty job, to be sure, but the fringe benefits were hard to beat.
On the unseasonably warm Friday before Christmas, Reggie walked up the cobblestone drive of a four-chimney brick mansion that made dollar signs dance in his head. The huge front door opened before he could knock. A twentyish blonde beauty dressed in riding gear gave a small gasp of surprise when she saw him.
Reggie’s own eyes opened as wide as hers. The girl had the look of a very expensive trophy wife, with a red blazer over one arm and a riding crop in her hand. Most of her hair was pushed up under a black velvet cap, showing off her slender neck. Her full lips were bright red and glossy. Her white silk blouse was nearly transparent, with ruffles at the center. Her tits were so full and heavy in the smooth cups of her bra that they hung nearly halfway to her trim waist. Reggie did not detect any evidence of panty lines in her skintight riding pants. What he did see was the impression of her pussy mound and the split between her cunt lips.
“Sorry if I surprised you, mum,” Reggie said. “Just wanted to inquire as to whether you wanted my pole up your flue this fine morning.” He’d had a lot of luck with that not-so-subtle pitch, delivered with a sly wink and a friendly grin.
“Is that supposed to be funny?” the woman said, narrowing her eyes. She was about to say more when she was cut off by a voice behind her.
“Who is it, Eva?” An older woman came into view. Reggie guessed that she was well into her sixties, although admirably well-preserved. She wore a casually elegant blue linen dress and matching shoes. Although the skin on her face was a little tight, she had a surprisingly good figure and a great pair of legs.
The blonde’s manner changed subtly, losing a bit of its starch. “It’s just a chimney sweep,” she said casually. “I was about to send him on his way.”
“Oh, that won’t be necessary,” the older woman said. “Please, do come inside, young man. You, too, Eva. We’ll have a little Christmas party.”
“But I have my riding lesson today, and–”
“Fuck your goddamned riding lesson, Eva,” the woman said surprisingly. “I know what you want, and so do you. And I’ll bet this strapping young man can give you as good a riding lesson as you might want. Don’t you think so?”
Something changed in the young woman’s eyes. Her breathing seemed to quicken. “Yes,” she said softly. “Yes, I’m sure he could.”
“Then why don’t you get your little ass back in the house, hmm?”
Reggie was not sure what the hell was going on, but the exchange definitely had piqued his interest. The older woman waited for Eva and Reggie to walk past her into the foyer, which was decorated with holly wreaths and silver bells. Reggie stared at the firm cheeks of Eva’s beautiful ass as she walked. He mused that the material of her flesh-toned riding pants was wedged so deep in her crack that a fart would split the center seam.
The older woman’s voice took on more of a hostessy tone when they reached a festively decorated sitting room. “I should explain that darling Eva can be a bit temperamental at times. That is when she almost forgets what a nympho slut she is at heart.” She turned toward Eva, and without changing expression said, “You may remove your clothes now, dear.”
Eva stood up and a kind of languorous passion came over her face, and her eyes seemed to glaze over. She didn’t look away from the older woman’s eyes as she began unbuttoning her blouse.
Reggie ran a finger around the inside of his collar. His cock stiffened as he watched more and more of Eva’s pink flesh, and the white lace of her bra, come into view. She had to pull the bottom of the blouse out of her pants to undo the last of its buttons. She quickly undid her cuffs, pushed the blouse from her shoulders and let it fall from her slender arms onto the Oriental rug.
Eva’s bra seemed a size too small. The tops of her voluptuous breasts bulged over its cups. When she reached behind her back to unhook it, her tits swelled out to their full proportions. Eva flipped down her shoulder straps and tossed the bra toward a twelve-foot Douglas fir Christmas tree in the corner. It caught on a branch and hung there among the glittering ornaments and tinsel.
Reggie was pleased to discover that Eva’s oversize breasts seemed to be all natural, even though their large size was quite out of proportion to her petite body. Her nipples were the puffy type, whose surrounding halos stood out from the surface of her skin. They were a very deep pink.
Eva stood in the center of the room, her shoulders back and one leg slightly in front of the other. Her expression had changed to arrogant pride, as if she were a show horse on display. She knew how good she looked.
“Do you like Eva’s breasts?” the older woman asked.
Reggie’s mouth was watering. “She’s a beauty, mum, and that’s no lie.”
“Eva, why don’t you show the gentleman what you can do with those wonderful tits of yours?”
Eva stepped toward Reggie. She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down into a Louis XIV rosewood chair. She got on her knees between his legs. After unzipping his pants, she pulled his hard cock from the fly of his boxer shorts. She placed one of Reggie’s hands at the base of his erection, indicating that he should hold his prick out. When he did so, Eva leaned forward and pressed her warm breasts around his tool, surrounding it. She began moving her chest up and down, letting Reggie’s dick slide between those firm mounds.
The older woman looked on approvingly. Eva dipped her head and sucked Reggie’s cock a little, then let him tit-fuck her some more. She was pushing both her breasts around his meat with her hands, making a tight surrogate pussy.
Reggie could not take his eyes off of her. He only looked up when he heard the older woman say, “Oh, it’s you, Anthony. Come in, come in.”
A nearly seven-foot-tall black man in a chauffeur’s uniform stepped into the room, holding his cap in his massive hands. His head was shaved. His face looked as if it had been carved from old anthracite.
The older woman told him, “Please be so good as to fuck Eva in the ass now, won’t you? I think that is exactly what she needs this morning.”
The black man gave a curt nod. Eva kept her tits pressed around Reggie’s cock, but raised her butt so that it stuck up in the air, pointing toward the black man. Anthony ran a finger up and down the crack of her tight riding pants. He must have found a weak place in the stretchy material, because Reggie heard the seam start to rip. Anthony used both hands to tear that split open wider, baring Eva’s entire backside.
Reggie watched Anthony bury his face between Eva’s spread cheeks. He hungrily licked and probed Eva’s asshole, showing no self-consciousness whatsoever. Eva moaned as she continued hunching her magnificent chest up and down Reggie’s cock. She looked over her shoulder at Anthony and breathed, “Do it to me. Stick your big dick up my ass.”
Anthony quickly pushed down his pants, revealing his huge, veiny cock. Its head was dark purple, but the stalk was as black as the sootiest chimney Reggie had ever cleaned. Anthony spit in one hand and rubbed his saliva all over his cockhead, then pressed it against Eva’s anus. Eva grunted low in her throat as the chauffeur tried to work that thick black snake into her small opening, with little success.
“I think she might need the device,” the older woman said. She handed something bulky and metallic to Anthony. Reggie was not sure what it was, or exactly what Anthony did with it. But when Anthony handed it back to the older woman and pressed against Eva’s anus again, his cock slipped inside with almost no resistance.
“That’s the way,” the older woman said, nodding her head approvingly. She was sitting at the edge of her tastefully embroidered chair for a good view. “Fuck her good and hard, the way she likes it. Slam that big dick up her ass.”
Eva reached down to finger her pussy. She grabbed Reggie’s cock with her other hand and began sucking him ferociously. She had dropped the last vestige of her aloof, haughty attitude. She was all animal instinct now, like a cat in heat.
The older woman picked up one of Reggie’s long-handled copper brooms. She ran its coarse bristles lightly over Eva’s sweaty back, leaving black designs on her bare skin. Eva wriggled with pleasure.
All Reggie could think about was how good Eva’s mouth felt on his dick, and how sexy she was, and how much he wanted to come. The black man pounding in and out of her rump and the old bitch caressing her with a sooty broom only added to the general atmosphere of erotic weirdness.
Eva took her mouth from Reggie’s prick. She looked at the older woman. “I need a cock in my cunt,” she said, pleading. “I want this one to fuck my pussy while Anthony is in my ass. Please, I’m so horny.”
Eva and Anthony stared at the older woman, awaiting her answer. A clock on the mantlepiece chimed noon by playing the first few notes of “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen,” which seemed singularly inappropriate. The older woman gave a thin smile. “Well, it is the Christmas season,” she said.
The black chauffeur, seeming to know the choreography of this dirty dance from prior experience, kept a good grip on Eva’s hips. He pulled her backwards with him, never dislodging his cock from her asshole, as he sat on the rug and stretched out his legs. Then he lay back flat, with Eva’s sooty body atop his.
The split in the back of Eva’s riding pants continued halfway around the crotch. Eva gripped the sides of that rip with both hands and tore the split wider, all the way up to her belly, baring her entire abdomen. Her pussy was completely shaved.
Reggie thought she looked absolutely irresistible. The rip in her pants made her smooth cunt look even more exposed than if she had been nude. He could see Anthony’s black cock sliding in and out of her widely stretched asshole. He could see the fingertip-size nub of her pink clit. And he could see the shining slit between her pussy lips, waiting to be filled.
Reggie got between Eva’s legs. He rubbed his dickhead in her creamy slit and found her hole. It seemed to suck him inside as he thrust into it. He felt Anthony’s monster cock rubbing against his through the membrane that separated Eva’s two openings. Eva’s eyes rolled up in her head, and she grunted like an animal.
Reggie sucked Eva’s right tit and tried not to look at Anthony’s almost frightening face, which was set in a grimace of determination. This was one strange, twisted, fucked-up scene, but Reggie didn’t care. He could not remember the last time he had felt so totally turned on.
He, Eva and Anthony bucked and grunted on the floor. Reggie’s load was building. He knew it would not be long now before he would explode.
He saw the older woman get out of her antique chair and hurry toward the three of them. She dropped to her knees beside Eva’s head. Then she lifted her tailored linen skirt and pulled down the front of her panties. Reggie nearly choked when he saw a rock-hard cock standing out from the older woman’s crotch. Eva put her lips over its head and started sucking.
“That’s it, suck your husband’s cock while these two dirty bastards fuck you,” groaned the older woman, who, Reggie now realized, was really a man. “Make me come, you sweet little nympho. Suck my dick. Suck my hard dick!”
Reggie could tell from the way Eva began swallowing that her geriatric, crossdressing husband was shooting his load down her throat. Anthony must have regarded that as his cue to finish up. Through the skin separating Eva’s pussy from her asshole, Reggie felt Anthony’s cock swelling and releasing, even though the black man’s expression never changed.
Eva’s husband stuck a finger up Reggie’s ass. “Go on and come, dear,” he cackled. “It’s not polite to take too long.” Underneath Eva’s body, Anthony looked up at Reggie and grinned widely.
A strange combination of calm and lust somehow inspired Reggie to cross the finish line. With no small measure of relief, he felt his cock begin spurting into Eva’s pussy. He heard her scream of fulfillment as her body bucked against him. He made it a point to give a loud moan of satisfaction, making it clear to all concerned that he had fulfilled the requirements of his role.
Reggie left in such a hurry that he forgot all about offering to clean the mansion’s chimneys. Then again, the owners probably were not the type who would care very much if their flues were blocked.
It was damned certain that Santa Claus would not be stopping by that house for a visit.
