The Full Cleanup Ritual – After Anal

The nights when they took her ass were always the most intense—and the cleanup that followed became our most sacred, most degrading part of the ritual.
Jamal and Dre had been especially rough that evening. Lila started on her knees, worshipping their thick black cocks side by side, small hands stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach. They took turns bending her over the edge of the bed—first pussy, then, when she was dripping and begging, they moved to her tight little asshole.
Jamal went first. He worked her open slow with fingers and plenty of lube, but once the fat head popped past her ring, she gasped and clawed the sheets. Inch by thick inch he buried himself until his hips pressed flush against her pale cheeks. She was shaking, whimpering, but pushing back for more. Dre watched, stroking himself, then took his turn—stretching her even wider, making her cry out in that mix of pain and ecstasy she only made for them.
They double-teamed her ass eventually. Not both at once—that would have been impossible—but alternating, one pulling out slick and shining so the other could plunge in deep. By the end, her hole was gaping, red-rimmed, pulsing, and leaking their thick loads in slow, creamy dribbles down her crack and onto the sheets. She collapsed face-down, ass still up, legs trembling, completely spent.
That’s when the real ritual began.
They dressed and left with smirks and a casual “See you next time, little man,” leaving the bedroom reeking of sex and their cum. Lila stayed exactly as she was—ass presented, cheeks spread slightly by the position, their seed slowly oozing out.
I knelt behind her without a word.
The sight alone made my caged cock strain: her tiny rosebud, now loose and puffy from two massive cocks, glistening with lube and thick white cum. It dripped in heavy strands, pooling on the bed below her.
I started low—tongue flat against the inside of her thigh, licking upward, collecting the trails that had run down her legs. The taste hit me immediately: bitter, salty, musky, mixed with the faint tang of her body and the lube. I moaned into her skin.
Then higher. I pressed my face between her cheeks, nose buried in the cleft, inhaling the raw, earthy scent of her used ass. My tongue traced the outer rim first—slow circles around the stretched, reddened ring, tasting the slick mix coating it. She sighed, pushing back gently against my mouth.
“Clean me, baby,” she murmured, voice hoarse from screaming. “Get every drop they left in my ass.”
I pushed my tongue inside.
The first intrusion was met with warmth and resistance—her hole still soft and open from them. Cum flooded my mouth instantly—thick, warm, copious. It coated my tongue, slid down my throat as I swallowed reflexively. I probed deeper, swirling, sucking gently, drawing out more of their seed. The flavor was stronger here—deeper, more pungent, unmistakably from her ass. I didn’t care. I craved it.
She clenched around my tongue, pushing another thick glob into my mouth. I groaned, lapping hungrily, my face smeared, chin dripping. My hands held her cheeks apart wider so I could get every bit—tongue fucking in and out, cleaning the walls, the rim, the sensitive skin just inside.
When her ass was mostly empty, I moved to her pussy—still slick and swollen from earlier. More cum waited there, and I cleaned that too, alternating between holes until both were spotless, glistening only with my spit.
She rolled over then, legs spread wide. Her face was flushed, cum still drying on her tits from when they’d finished on her earlier. She scooped what remained with two fingers and fed them to me—slow, deliberate—making me suck them clean while she watched.
“You’re such a good cleanup boy,” she whispered, stroking my hair. “Tasting what real men leave in your wife.”
Only then did she reach for the key around her neck. She unlocked my cage, but didn’t let me fuck her. Instead she stroked me slowly while I knelt between her thighs, my tongue still tracing lazy circles around her freshly cleaned holes.
I came in seconds—weak, desperate spurts onto the already-stained sheets—while she kissed my cum-smeared lips and held me close.
Afterward, we lay tangled together. She smelled faintly of them, of me, of everything we’d done. She nuzzled my neck.
“Next time,” she said softly, “I want them to cum even deeper in my ass… so there’s more for you to clean.”
I shivered, already hard again in my mind.
“Yes, ma’am,” I whispered.
The ritual was complete.
Until the next visit.