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If XXXBlackBook member moonmagiclady’s last story made you feel dirty, it’s a good thing the continuation takes place in the shower. Rub a dub!

Hometown Vacation Part 3
By moonmagiclady

Despite the lovely fucking I had just received, my mind seemed unable  to wrap itself around the fact that we were both HERE, in my hometown, in my friend’s house.  The sound of the shower tempts me into wandering towards the bathroom and I can’t help but watch in lustful admiration as the pounding shower sends drops of glistening water over my lover’s skin.  The steam rising in the air only adds to the surrealism and for a quick moment I almost wonder if he IS a demon lover sent here to satiate my every lust and whim.  Or even more tempting… a demon lover who has come here for me to satiate his.

Shaking my head to clear it, I slide the glass door open to join him under the nearly scalding hot water.  I haven’t forgotten that we are ALWAYS, whether we speak of it or not, playing master/slave roles of some sort, so I wait for his permission to step into the shower.  The quick grin that crosses his face tells me that if I hadn’t waited, serious consequences would have been in store for me.  I smirk a little at having evaded punishment.  He looks at me through the steam and frowns, which although it should drive the smirk from my face, only causes it to widen into a smile, then small giggles.

His gaze darkens more, suddenly his hands rise to my shoulders and with a quick movement and I am pinned against the cold black tiles that make up the wall of the shower.  I thought I had entered the shower to follow my own whims and get another taste of him, but apparently that wasn’t to be the case.  The water pounding on my skin, steam in the air, and rising heat of the shower all swirl together with the firm slide of his palm over the planes of my hip and thigh as he gracefully moves to his knees in front of me.  Sometimes, when I’ve been very good, a touch of pleasure is a wonderful reward.  Or if I’m craving roughness and pain, it can be a small twisted torment in itself.

I feel his fingers part the folds of my punani, looking for the hard pearl bud that would send me over the top so easily.  He finds his goal and slides one fingertip lightly across my flesh, feeling as if he has reached in and touched my very nerves.  His fingers slip gently inside me, the hot water of the shower rinsing away my juices even as they flow, making the penetration even more arousing for me.

His fingers slide deep in my puss and then as I feel two fingers pressed hard against my Gspot, I throw my head back and moan loudly.  “Please, please,” I’m begging, but if he stopped everything right now and asked me what I was begging for I wouldn’t be able to define it… His fingers seem to touch the very core of me, pulling every sensation running through my body to focus on my climbing arousal and pleasure.

I was begging to be taken, to be driven ruthlessly over the height of pleasure again and again, but at the same time begging him to stop, shove me to my knees and let me take him in my mouth and be left needy and yearning for his touch.  Maybe it was a plea to the universe to let this moment last the eternity it seemed to right now.  I whimper and moan again, then my thoughts are shattered and I’m unable to even beg as I feel his tongue flicker gently across my swollen clit while his fingers continue to drive deep inside of me.

My moans become high pitched and I can’t help but squirm my hips to try and seek relief from the sensations pouring over and through me.  A deep rough thrust of his fingers and a growl warns me that movement is not acceptable and I feel every muscle tremble as I strive to remain still.  My thigh muscles shiver, wanting to both thrust my hips hard against his seeking, teasing mouth and wanting to run away from the steady climbing arousal climbing over me. His fingers slide out of me at the same moment his soft lips leave my punani, and this time I can’t help thrusting my hips forward with a loud moan.

The water is still pouring over me, still steaming hot, a harsh and blatant contrast to the cold tiles behind my back. I can smell the light clean scents of the soap and shampoo on the air.  Head spinning, disoriented from being take to such a height then left there, I look down at dark hair, slide my fingers into that hair and tug a little bit to beg for his mouth back on me and his fingers back in me.

My actions are met with a harsh slap against my hip and a harsher command to interlace my fingers behind my head to prevent further misbehaviors.  I snarl a little inside, slightly peeved with myself for sharing so much that he knows what I crave, giving him so many tools against me.  But there is no way to deny that my puss has become more hot and hungry from being given the command and that I instinctively obey him.

His fingertips slide over my skin, teasing me, caressing me until I want to scream.  Self control has fallen to the wayside as my body shivers and squirms under his touch and I continue to plead with him to please, please take me.  Soft chuckles followed by sharp nips along my inner thigh are the only response to my pleas.  I whimper and feel as if I am going to melt down the drain myself when his fingers find my swollen clit again and give me a sharp pinch, just one to make me jump and the zing  of sharp pain brings me back slightly to myself. I gasp sharply and close my eyes in that razor moment of ecstasy and sensation.

Without warning, he rises to his feet, no longer satisfied with teasing me, and again I am pinned back against the wall.  Any gentleness or hesitation is gone as he leans in to savagely bite and suck at my neckline and my hips writhe against his very hard and very hot cock.  I drop my hands to try and guide him inside my waiting punani, and a prolonged tight pinch to both my nipples is a quick reminder of my previous command.

Scolding me fiercely for dropping my hands and with a harsh tight grip on my arm, he spins me around and pushes my face up against the wall.  My tender and tight nipples pushed against the cold wall pulls a dismayed wail from me, which is quickly escalated by the feel of his soapy finger pushed up against my tight asshole.  I can’t help arch my back and thrust my ass out as I half heartedly attempt to get my sore nipples off the cold wall.  I hadn’t expected to be getting fucked in the ass right now, which can sometimes make it a little more difficult to handle…

A snarl in my ear to “shut up and take it… slut” is followed by a shove up against the wall only a second before his finger slides up into my ass.  The abrupt and slightly brutal penetration brings on a wave of dizziness as pain and pleasure swirl together into a cyclone of arousal.  In a moment his finger is gone, and I feel the push of his cock head up against me.  For a second, I’m struggling for real, worried the shower will make the penetration more difficult.

He pulls away for a moment, feeling my real fear and takes care of the worry by sliding more soap over his lovely shaft.  He must feel the tiny relaxation of my muscles as I realize he is still being careful to not let me be injured because with no further preparation after that, he pushes the head of his cock into me.  It feels as if I can feel every bit of him as his thickness stretches me open and makes me shiver in a series of golden star bursting orgasms that wash over me.  I love that feeling of being helpless to stop something that is being done to me, but only while it’s combined with the pure trust that my partner is making sure to keep me safe.

The shower has washed away a little of the soap, and now his cock is pushing even further and deeper into me, struggling against the tightness of my ass.  The water is still scalding hot and washing over my skin, the feel of his cock is making me feel oh so very, very full, and the waves of orgasm and dizziness are rolling over me faster and harder now.  I’m only able to keep my hands from touching him by lacing them together behind my head.

One hand grabs a fistful of my hair and laying against my laced fingers pushes me up against the wall again, the violation of my ass to be his alone without my cooperation.  His other hand on my shoulder, he pushes again to slide the last of his cock inside me, but then grabs my hips and thrusts again to grind himself hard against my ass making sure I feel every bit of him buried in me.  I cry out his name over and over and beg for this to never ever, ever stop.

Laughing behind me at my surrender, he begins to slide in and out of my ass.  The water is starting to cool slightly, and it tightens my nipples further.  His hand slides between my hard nipples and the cold wall for a moment of relief, until his hard merciless pinch makes me cry out in pain.  The coordinated thrust of his cock as deep as possible inside me rocks me with pleasure and I lose all thought beyond a yearning for this to never end.  I cry out as he slides out of me, but my sounds are ignored as he pushes me to my knees. I think for a moment he wants me to take him in my mouth and suck him off, but when I try he pushes me away.

“Kneel and open your mouth… then don’t move… at all” he commands me.  The water is hard to handle from this angle sometimes spraying over my face, but I kneel and open my mouth.  He begins to stroke his cock while standing over me.  I moan softly, even without being touched I’m yearning for him inside me.  His strokes are firm as he stares down at me with dark hungers in his gaze and I savor the sight of him firm and erect and wanting me. I love the sight of a man over me about to shower me with his seed…mmmm.

Faster his hand begins to slide, his head goes back for a moment, then he looks down at me nothing but lust visible in his eyes now, and I whimper again in hunger this time.  A few more moments, another stroke and another whimper of need from me and his hot cum begins to shoot and stream all over my face and hair, some in my mouth, some dripping down my cheek and onto the curve of my breasts.

I close my mouth to swallow, but remember that I don’t have permission yet.  He smiles down at me with the cum dripping everywhere and with gentle fingers, scoops it off my breasts and cheeks to feed it into my mouth.  I close my eyes and lick every drop off his fingers, knowing I am to obey perfectly even basking in mutual afterglow.  Given permission to swallow, I close my eyes and do so, savoring the taste of his jism sliding down my throat.

I stand to rinse and after a few moments we exit the shower, grab towels out of the towel warmer and take turns drying each other off.   Not long later, I’ve thrown a soft silk robe on and belted it while he is getting ready to leave.  I wonder if we will bump into each other again while I am here, but refuse to swallow my pride enough to ask. A grin on his face telling me the struggle to not ask had been obvious.  He tosses me a key that I quickly recognize from the local Radison Suites downtown on Riverwalk.

“I’m staying there tomorrow night.  Shall we get together for dinner and drinks after the practice rounds tomorrow?”  For a split second I consider declining just to contemplate the look on his face, but we both know I’m not going to do that.  Mainly because, even if I do so, even in fun, he will hold me to it!  We set up a time and location to get together and make plans for dinner, dancing, and maybe more…