Frat Housekeeper

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Frat housekeeper - chapter 3

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When Aliyah was stepping into the living room, Mr. Cody got another phone call. While Mr. Cody was on the call, Aliyah playfully approached his couch and kneeled in between Mr. Cody's wide spread legs. Mr. Cody was holding the phone with his left hand, and with his right hand, he started squeezing Aliyah big left boob as soon as she dropped on her knees. Aliyah started caressing Mr. Cody's chest through his shirt and started undoing the buttons. When done with buttons, Aliyah untucked Mr. Cody's shirt out of his pants and started kissing his chest. Slowly, she was moving down to Mr. Cody's abs, and her boobs were sliding by Mr. Cody's crotch.

I was just staring at what was going on but Trevon didn't seem to be interested in the scene, probably after seeing thousands of these over the course of his career. Instead of jaw dropping like me Trevon deemed the light and turned on the quiet relaxing music for Mr. Cody to enjoy. Trevon also told me that we have to make sure there are enough condoms, lub and other supplies that Mr. Cody may want to use. Trevon also said that Mr. Cody likes to soak in a warm bathtub after playing, so we should have it ready, and make sure that overall the bathroom is immaculate.

Meanwhile Aliyah was kissing Mr. Cody's abs and he was holding his hand on the top of her head, kinda directing her down. Aliyah took off Mr. Cody's belt and unzipped his slacks, and was rubbing her face against Mr. Cody's crotch for a bit. Mr. Cody pulled his slacks down his thighs and Aliyah pulled them all the way off. She took a few moments to rub Mr. Cody's lower legs, and moved back up to his thighs. She was rubbing and kissing Mr. Cody's thighs moving up. Mr. Cody was wearing boxer briefs, and Aliyah started to jerk Mr. Cody's cock a bit through the briefs fabric. It seemed that Mr. Cody was not up to a very long foreplay though. He pulled the back of his briefs off his buttocks. Aliyah had gotten the clue immediately and pulled the briefs all the way down Mr. Cody's legs and took them off.

I saw Mr. Cody's cock for the first time. It was already fully hard. It was not gigantic but quite big, especially for a White man. I thought that the head of Mr. Cody's cock and just a bit of the shaft would fill up Aliyah's mouth all the way up to her throat. Indeed, Aliyah didn't waste time and swallowed Mr. Cody cock right away but, (oh my god!) - it went down her throat all the way so that Mr. Cody's balls hit Aliya's chin. Fuck, she was the best deepthroater girl I've ever seen (not that I've seen many, to be honest, but still!). Aliyah was blowing Mr. Cody taking his cock almost all the way out and taking it all the way in. Mr. Cody was pacing her head with his hand. He was still talking on the phone.

Mr. Cody then slid down a little so that his hips were on the edge of the couch. It probably meant that it's time for Aliyah to start licking his balls. Well, at least that is what she started doing. After a couple of minutes of having his balls polished by Aliyah's tongue, Mr. Cody slid even a bit more and put his feet on Aliyah's shoulders. Another clue for her I suppose, because she started eating Mr. Cody's ass. Mr. Cody finally finished his call and started talking to Aliyah:

• Yeah bitch, eat that fucking ass! Deeper, you fucking bitch! Drill it with your filthy slutty tongue all the way through! Yeah, that's it! Fuck yeah!

After enjoying the rim job for some time Mr. Cody told Aliyah:

• Turn around!

Again, Aliyah seemed to know what to do. She quickly turned around and laid down on the floor, her head right at the bottom of the couch. Mr. Cody planted his feet on Aliyah's big boobs and rubbed them by his soles for a little bit. He then slid all the way from the couch and squatted so that his ass was just on top of Aliyah's face. Basically Mr. Cody sat on her face, his ass right on top of her stuck out tongue. Mr. Cody then started rubbing his ass against Aliyah's mouth while squeezing her boobs and moaning. I wonder how Aliyah was breathing totally squished by Mr. Cody's ass. She was probably doing ok though as she started stroking Mr. Cody's cock with one hand and rubbing his chest with the other. Mr. Cody seemed to be turned on by this a lot - he rolled his eyes and was breathing heavily. He was still quite verbal with Aliyah:

• I don't feel it deep enough bitch! Get all the way in there! Push that tongue all the fucking way into my gut through my ass you booty slut!

After enjoying Aliyah's tongue into his ass for a while, Mr. Cody got up and commanded:

• Get up and bend over!

Aliyah jumped up happily smiling and in a second was standing at the little desk nicely bending her back, her ass up in the air opening up her wet pussy. Mr. Cody slapped her ass and pricked her all the way so that Aliyah screamed up a little. Mr. Cody then started to fuck Aliyah fast and deep with only his hips moving when the rest of Mr. Cody's body seemed almost still. Mr. Cody was slapping Aliyah's butt frequently and kinda hard along the way.

After enjoying Aliyah's pussy from the back, Mr. Cody withdrew his cock and put it a bit higher.. into Aliyah's ass. Wow, Mr. Cody's cock was quite thick - poor Aliyah, I thought. After just a few seconds though Mr. Cody was all the way in and started pounding Aliyah's ass almost as hard as he just did on her pussy. You might not even notice that she was being fucked up her ass now, maybe except that she was screaming a bit louder, I suppose... Mr. Cody seemed to enjoy Aliyah's ass a lot - he started rolling his eyes again and breathing heavily... It was still not time for Mr. Cody to cum yet..

• On the back, legs up!

Aliyah immediately followed that Mr. Cody's instruction and climbed up on the desk, laid down on her back, ass on the edge and spread her legs.. Her wet pussy was right there in all glory and Mr. Cody slid his cock right into it and started fucking Aliyah even more rapidly, again moving only his hips. Mr. Cody's hands were predictably squeezing Aliyah's boobs.. Trevon was now watching the scene very carefully. The thing is that we are responsible for taking care of those encounters when Mr. Cody or his guests elects to cum inside a pussy. Those girls have to be brought to Ms. Makeda who will check them for pregnancy test and give them that plan B, you know. Yup, now it's all much more serious than in the old days. All of us heard the rumors that a lot of our ancestors in the area were actually biologically fathered by McColoughs' men.. While I am not sure if this is true, what I can tell ya for sure that it's not happening no more this day and age - not when you can test for paternity so easily.. While Mr. Cody, of course, needed to seed pussies regularly, his reputation must be strictly protected in this regard, which is part of our jobs.

... And it looked like this time Mr. Cody was indeed going to cum:

• I am fucking close! Give me that face bitch!

I was again highly surprised by Aaliyah's skills. It literally took her like a millisecond after Mr. Cody withdrew his cock to get down on the floor from the desk, drop on her knees, open her mouth all the way, and to stick out her tongue. She also used her fingers to hold her eyelids open. This way she couldn't blink even if she would want to - I am guessing Mr. Cody probably didn't like his bitches closing their eyes when he was cumming on them... Sure enough, almost immediately Mr. Cody started exploding and throwing thick ropes after ropes of cum all across Aaliyah's face.. She was filled nicely up her mouth, all over her face, in both of her eyes and in her hair.. Mr. Cody clearly lost any interest right after the last drop of his cum landed on Aaliyah's face.. Trevon was already behind Mr. Cody offering him a bath robe. Mr. Cody spread his arms a bit and Trevon pulled the sleeves up and secured the bathrobe on Mr. Cody's shoulders.

• The bath is ready, sir. - Trevon said.

However, it seemed that Mr. Cody was not up to take the bath yet. He walked few steps toward his reclining chair and said:

• Later. Brady's milk punch and a foot rub now!

• Yes sir. - Trevon responded while already on his way to the service room to make Mr. Cody's drink. Meanwhile Mr. Cody kicked back on his recliner. I didn't even noticed when Aaliyah left but she was not in the room any more. I picked Mr. Cody's clothes and brought them to the closet. When I was back Mr. Cody already turned on the TV and took his drink from Trevon, who then immediately headed to the footrest of Mr. Cody's recliner and kneeled down, I am assuming to give Mr. Cody the footrub, which Mr. Cody just requested. I was not sure what I was supposed to do. However, Mr. Cody said, without moving his gaze from the TV screen:

• Both of you! I want a four-hand footrub.

It took me a second to understand that Mr. Cody just ordered me to massage his feet together with Trevon. I finally realized that this indeed was the case when Trevon, who initially kneeled before Mr. Cody right in the middle, moved to the left side, so that he can focus on Mr. Cody's right foot, sparing a space for me next to him so I can take care of the left foot of Mr. Cody. I was a bit trembling. Of course, I've seen massages before and I've done some myself, but mostly to teenage guests of McColloughs, and never to anyone of Mr. Cody's magnitude. So of course I was a bit nervous, however I rushed to drop on my knees next to Trevon. I thought that it would be best to copy on my side what Trevon was going to be doing on his.

Apparently Trevon was starting off from taking care of Mr. Cody's calf first. Trevon's (and my) shoulders were just a bit higher than the level of the recliner. It was one of those recliners that bring your feet all the way up in the air when you fully kick back in the chair. Trevon moved forward all the way to the recliner and planted Mr. Cody's right foot on his left shoulder. Mr. Cody's leg became a bit elevated from the level of the recliner, which opened up an access to Mr. Cody's calf. I also gently grabbed Mr. Cody's left foot behind the ankle and put it on my right shoulder. I felt through my uniform that Mr. Cody's foot was a little moist. Well, the inner side of Mr. Cody's foot was touching my bare neck actually. Trevon started rubbing Mr. Cody's calf and so did I, trying to mirror Trevon's moves.

After working on Mr. Cody's calf for a few minutes, Trevon placed the leg back on the recliner and pulled his body back a little. He also bended down a bit, so that his head was on the level with Mr. Cody's feet, and I did the same. This way Mr. Cody was barely able to see the tops of our heads behind the recliner and his feet. While the TV was all the way up, it was still important to minimize any obstruction of Mr. Cody's view that Trevon and I could've posed.. We then went on stretching Mr. Cody's foot in different directions. I was trying to apply the same pressure as what Trevon did, as much as I was able to judge Trevon's effort. After stretching the foot back, forward, and to both sides, as well as twisting it, Trevon started the actual foot rub. I was surprised about how many ways of massaging the foot did Trevon know, and I was trying to memorize them all. Trevon mostly was working with his thumbs, applying pressure in small cycling motions without actually moving his thumbs, until placing them to the next spot. Four other fingers were holding the top of the foot. This way Trevon and I covered literally every single inch of Mr. Cody's feet, from toes to heels. Mr. Cody had very, very soft feet. I suppose foot massages were helping Mr. Cody to keep his feet so soft despite running every morning and wearing rigid formal dress shoes almost every day.. As I said, I was trying my best in applying the same pressure as what Trevon did, and honestly my hands were already hurting quite a bit. However, after a few minutes Mr. Cody said:

• More pressure on the left!

Damn, it was my foot! I mean, I was working on Mr. Cody's left foot! I increased my pressure immediately, of course.. As we were working on his feet, Mr. Cody was restfully sipping his drink, watching TV, and browsing his phone. Mr. Cody then got a call, which he put on speaker. The call was from Mr. Jason Reeves, one of Mr. Cody's best friends who lived in the nearby estate. Mr. Jason and Mr. Cody went to college together, although Mr. Jason was two years younger than Mr. Cody. Mr. Jason has been a frequent guest of McColloughs, so I have known him pretty much since when I was first brought to the house. After graduation he went to build a Wall Street career in New York City, while Mr. Cody focused on the family business and the career in politics. From what I could tell Mr. Jason was a bit more outgoing than Mr. Cody. I hope to be able to describe my interactions with Mr. Jason later. At this time though, after some greetings Mr. Jason asked Mr. Cody:

• Hey man, have you busted a nut tonight yet?

• Yeah man, I just did.

• Cool, cool, let me guess which snatch you poked!

• Go ahead bro.

• That booby cunt whose cherry you didn't let me pop last year?

• Dude would you let any pussy pass at all ever? I don't remember who and when I didn't let you lay.

• Haha your southern hospitality was thwarted by your cock man. You wanted the bitch for yourself.

• Not sure man.

• Stop it Cody, bros before hoes. You just fucked Aliyah in all holes and you know that I know it. Is her pussy still tight and crisp?

• Very.

• You have to promise me one thing Cody.

• What's that?

• We gang bang her next time I come home.

• We shell see Jason, buddy, we shell see

• Hehe I'm taking this as a yes man! Will take you on it, and by the way I am coming this weekend. What are you up to now?

• Just relaxing man.

• I bet you are getting your favorite footrub as we speak.

• You know me well Jason... And you two switch over!

This instruction was to Travon and me. Mr. Cody wanted us to switch our sides.. I suppose it made sense.. so that each of Mr. Cody's feet could feel Trevon's experienced touch, while mine was probably not as good yet, although I was trying my best. I was about to get up and then kneel back on the Trevon's spot, but Trevon anticipated my intent and put his hand on my shoulder - I figured that I have to stay on my knees. Of course, it was again a stupid idea to get up all the way to switch our sides - by doing so we could've blocked a part of TV screen for Mr. Cody, and overall disrupted his chill experience.. Instead we both quietly crawled around and resumed our service, now each of us at the opposite foot of Mr. Cody.. By now my hands were hurting really badly, my knees were almost killing me, and so was my back. It was really hard not only to stay kneeled but also bended over to the level of Mr. Cody's feet, which I knew was important for not blocking Mr. Cody's view.. And no, it was not an option to sit on the floor on my butt in the easy pose, because this position will not allow to apply enough pressure on Mr. Cody's soles.. And besides, there would not be enough room for both Trevon and I to set like that..

I hope at least Mr. Cody was enjoying himself.. Although for him it was probably nothing more than just his usual routine.. Half an hour or so ago he had a kind of sex that most men on earth would never have in their entire lives. He was now leisurely making plans on the phone with Mr. Jason on how to sparkle their already quite full sexual lives even more. He was comfortably kicked back in his reclining chair, sipping a soothing drink, and getting a long, long 4-hand footrub.. To provide 27-year old Mr. Cody with this latter bit of enjoyment, 75-year-old Trevon and I were kneeled before Mr. Cody in the honestly quite uncomfortable position, and every single muscle in our bodies at this point was hurting. Well, at least in my body for sure. I glanced at Trevon and he didn't look exhausted actually - I suppose practice made him perfectly fit for this job, except now his joints obviously.. I started feeling a bit dizzy from my body being so stiff numb and hurting at the same time, and from those repetitive pressure motions and the sight of Mr. Cody's soft size 12 white foot with a high arch so close in front of me, which I have to rub for as long as Mr. Cody finds it enjoyable...

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