Mr. Clean and His Magic Eraser
“Of course I can forgive you.” said Canter Zoom. “But I’m sorry to say you’re no longer welcome on this set, and it will be a long time before I consider allowing you back here.”
Mr. Clean approached behind Juniper Montage, stealing a quick glance at her petite figure. Canter Zoom held out his hands and demanded her keys. She gave them up hesitantly and Mr. Clean led her out of the building. As soon as they were outside, Mr. Clean was struck with such an idea; it was guaranteed to sell his product.
“You know,” said Mr. Clean with a mischievous grin, “I think I have a way to get you on the big screen. Trust me, and you will be a star!”
Juniper looked up at him with a quizzical look, “What exactly do you mean by that?”
Mr. Clean smiled, “You’re eighteen, right?”
* * * * *
The two of them were now in an abandoned basement of a shut-down Walmart. The walls were covered immensely in putrid grease. The lights flickered suspiciously. In the middle of the room was a toilet in desperate need of TLC: some total lucrative cleaning.
“Take a look at this grimy place. To the heart that yearns ever so much to clean, this place is a paradise. You could clean this place for hours and hours. And with you here, I finally have a chance to show the true, full power… of my Magic Eraser.” Mr. Clean discarded his sunglasses dramatically.
“Um… I’m not too sure about this,” said Juniper.
“There’s nothing to worry about, girl,” Mr. Clean said with a gleaming smile.
Mr. Clean reached into his pants. Juniper watched as he dug around for his prized possession. With a grand flourish, he whipped out his giant, pure white Magic Eraser!!!
Juniper’s jaw hit the floor. She had never seen one that amazing. Immediately she began to drool, imagining all the numerous possibilities. There were so many things one that size could clean. And she was suddenly feeling very dirty.
Mr. Clean suddenly said with a seductive smile, “Would you be ever so kind as to allow me to clean out your valves?”
“PLEASE!” she practically shouted.
The bald man advanced with practiced agility. His hands firmly grasped his sponge as the girl fell to her knees. Slowly, he began to scrub his amazing cleaning device across her still clothed body. She let out an ecstatic scream of pure delight, though Mr. Clean was just getting warmed up. In fact, he was still rather cool.
Suddenly, Juniper realized the eraser was actually erasing the fabric off her tingling body. She shivered with lusty excitement. She had only been with six other men in the past, but none possessed such brutal strength like Mr. Clean.
“I see you are enjoying this. Remember, this is only a free sample. My other products range in price from $3.00 to $49.99 plus tax. But call now for this exclusive offer and you can get a second Magic Eraser for 25% off,” he said.
“Oh, yes! I want to call right now! I want all the products,” she said as she slipped him a twenty, “You’ll get the rest when I’m satisfied~!”
Mr. Clean nodded in agreement. By now, her clothes had been completely cleaned away, leaving only her evocative lingerie, which she had coincidentally been wearing all day for no reason in particular.
“I see you were prepared for this situation. This outfit is absolutely filthy.”
“Yes!” she screamed, “I must be cleaned! PLEASE! SENPAI!!!”
“As you wish, girl. Choose the first product you would like to try out.”
“ORE WA OCHINCHIN GA DAISUKI NANDAYO!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Oui, ma cherie. Your wish is my command.”
Mr. Clean’s clothes exploded in a shower of sparkles and cleanliness powder as he grabbed her by the arms and rubbed his Magic Eraser against her inner thigh.
She screamed her ass off.
He scrubbed back and forth, cleaning even the smallest crevices in her smooth leg. The other one wasn’t so smooth. It looked like a bag of legos. “Don’t worry, we’ll make that disgusting leg look like a new car: smooth and shiny.”
Juniper looked up at him and smiled. She couldn’t believe that a guy as bald and bold as he could ever do anything to clean her legoleg. At this point, she didn’t even care about becoming a star anymore. All she wanted was to be clean.
“I’m ready, Mr. Clean,” she said, shyly. She pulled down her velvety pantsu, revealing her already drenched drain pipe.
Mr. Clean smirked and said, “Not quite yet.” He held up his hand and prepared the long rubber glove. “First, you must receive the Fist of Fury. Eenie Meenie, Minie Moe. I wonder where… my glove will go.” (Cit. See Kung Pow: Enter The Fist)
“Well, bottom’s up,” she said as she turned around.
Mr. Clean balled up his latex fist and shoved it up her warp pipe with a battlecry. She elicited a scream so high pitch that it shattered the rubber glove. “Be gentle! I’m still a virgin! Even though I had sex seven different times!”
“How dirty of you, my lovely vegetarian crabcake,” Mr. Clean said with a voice like clean wine glasses. He continued to thrust his manly bear-sized hands into her with a force that scrubbed the shit out like it was but a bit of jello paste barely clinging to a plate.
Juniper had now gone supersonic with her screams of pleasure. Only now was she primed and ready for a full washing cycle. Mr. Clean removed his arm from the now spotless warp pipe and prepared his Magic Eraser for entering her unwashed frontal canal.
He eased it in slowly, letting her her adjust to the size of his enormous sponge. It was like trying to fit a jet plane inside a power outlet. She could no longer scream, for her insides were so full of magical cleanliness that there was no room to function properly. It was as if her entire being was being purified with multi-purpose cleaning liquid.
Mr. Clean began to thrust back and forth, his Magic Eraser squeaking with the action. The impact was so powerful that Juniper thought her eyes were going to pop out. It was pure ecstasy.
“OH! STOP! I CAN’T STAND IT! IT’S TOO BIG! YOUR BIG JUICY CLEANING SUPPLIES ARE TOO MUCH FOR MY TINY PU$$!3!!!!”
“AGHAST~! Such foul language! Those words shan’t ever pass these lips, for they are UNCLEAN!!! For that! Your punishment shall be enforced!!!!!!!”
He removed the Magic Eraser from the canal and ordered her to sit upon the slimy toilet. “Now, I must clean your mouth out with soap.”
Mr. Clean reached behind his naked self and miraculously pulled out a bar of Mr. Clean’s anti-bacterial soap (Kills 99.9999999% of germs!). He shoved it in her mouth and began to rub his Magic Eraser on her cute cheeks leaving clean streaks upon her face.
Juniper spat out the soap and said, “I think I’d rather have something cleaner in my mouth.”
“I see, then how about… THIS!!!!!!” He bellowed a manly roar as he squeezed his Magic Eraser, which spewed forth a beautiful jet of white, bubbly substances too pure to conceive. The jet stream blasted Juniper so strongly, that she was flung ferociously off the toilet, into the wall. She was dirty once again, yet the wall behind her was sparkly clean.
“Yum,” she said, licking her now squeaky face erotically, “Now it’s my turn.” Her canal suddenly burst forth the water of life, though the force was nowhere near as powerful as that of Mr.
Clean’s awesome, powerful, extraordinary all-cleaning detergent. The floor was now a mess of sticky and slippery slime interspersed with immaculate, shiny patches.
“Ew, that is not okay,” said Mr. Clean. “I see that you are attempting to combat my cleaning power. But no matter! Nothing can compete with my high-quality cleaning supplies!”
Juniper smiled, “I guess, we’ll see about that! Prove to me that Mr. Clean truly is the cleanest in the universe!”
Juniper leapt into the air swinging her legoleg at Mr. Clean and what happened next was unforseen. Quick as lightning, he pulled out a toilet brush and countered her kick with a scrubbing attack. Her legoleg was now simply a leg. It was sparkly and smooth as a hairless pig that was clean. It was a miracle in the truest sense.
Her vaginal cavity exploded in thanks and they were soon standing in ankle deep not-quite-fetus juice. Mr. Clean was appalled at the ghastly substance. It was unclear to him why she had to go and make such a filthy mess. It was unclean. IT. MUST. DIE.
Mr. Clean twirled into the air and furiously rubbed his Magic Eraser so fast that it began to smoke. His hand caught fire, yet still he refused to stop. The sponge began to enlarge, filling with all the cleaning substance he had at his disposal.
Juniper stared in awe as his Magic Eraser grew larger than ever before. She wanted it so badly. As he floated there, she began to lust so hard that she couldn’t resist any longer. With a wild leap, she jumped up at the growing member, landing squarely on his tip.
“NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” shouted Mr. Clean, “This load is only meant for the hardest of cleaning!”
“I don’t care!” Juniper cried. “Give it to me! I can take it!”
“I can’t! It’s too unsafe!” he shouted, trying to pry her off his Magic Eraser. However, her legs were wrapped around him too strongly.
“I want it too much! I’m willing to risk it!” she replied. She started moving back and forth upon him, the two of them still hovering in midair. Her stomach was now filled every inch with his cleansing eraser sponge. It was like heaven. No, more like two heavens glued together with cleaning supplies! It was magical, like a movie. Only… real. Like a real movie.
“I’m not sure I can hold back any longer! I’m about to go full Mr. Clean!”
“It’s okay! I’m ready! Don’t hold back!”
“OH! NO! HERE IT COMES! BRACE YOURSELF! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Suddenly, the entire Walmart was a flood of bubbles and hapenis. The structure was about to collapse as the two were submerged within the warm confines of the murky white liquid. Juniper was in pure bliss. Mr. Clean was as unaffected as ever. They swam up to the surface and gasped for air.
They left the building and the two of them gleamed in the sunlight, their pair of naked bodies still dripping with multipurpose cleaner. The store collapsed behind them, cleanly. The perfect commercial for Mr. Clean’s company had finally been created. The perfect demonstration of his products’ true potential.
Juniper sank to her knees with a shudder. “Th-that was wonderful. Thank you, Mr. Clean.”
Mr. Clean smiled and looked up toward the sunlight. He opened his clean and perfect mouth and spoke true words of wisdom: “There’s no clean like Mr. Clean.”
