Showered, Shaved, & Sexy

I turned back towards the shower. As nice as it was, no way I should have been getting in there alone. It was one I’d only seen in magazines and often fantasized about having in my home one day. The brown marble was flawless. Looking up, I noticed the double rain shower heads. Along both walls were body sprays. As if that wasn’t enough, there was even a steam unit. Talk about never wanting to get out. There was even a recessed bench along the back wall. Oh the fun to be had in just the bathroom alone. My nervousness had now turned into excitement.

I stepped in the shower, where everything was already laid out and ready for me. There really was no need for my emergency bag. Again, he’d literally thought of it all. I stood under the water and contemplated the events that could possibly take place. Lost in thought, I closed my eyes and allowed the water to cascade down my body, caressing every curve of my hips. The stress of the day went down the drain. Swaying to the melodies of the water hitting the shower floor, I smiled. Rubbing my body, thinking about him telling me how soft I was and how he loved the way my cheeks spread when he rubbed my ass. Biting my bottom lip, I imagined that he’d walk through the shower door, sit me down on the bench and shave my legs for me.

I have no idea how long I’d been standing there, lost. Hypnotized. In a trance. But when I snapped out of it, looking through the steamy glass, I saw her. She was just standing there. Watching me. Green eyes. To my surprise, I wasn’t as startled as I should have been. She removed her top, dropped her jeans, and stepped in the shower. Not the person I was expecting, but one I wasn’t going to turn away. Leaning forward, she whispered in my ear, “Sit on the bench.” Without a second thought, I did just that. She knelt before me, opened the shaving cream and rubbed it on my legs. She took the razor and shaved my legs like it was her job to pamper me. She took her time. Finishing, she stood and held out her hand. Placing my hand into hers, she ushered me to my feet. She raised my hand above my head, as if to guide me into a dance and turned me around. She began to bathe me. I can’t say that I’d ever had this type of treatment before. Maybe in someone else’s dream, but damn sure not mine. I could feel her body rub up against mine. Taking her right hand, she reached around with the washcloth and began to wipe me from my neck down. I rested my head on her shoulder as she grazed my breast ever so lightly and worked her way to my stomach. My nipples began to perk up. My pussy started to throb. What kind of shower was this turning into? Taking her hand and forcing my legs apart to reach every crack and crevice, she cleansed me. She spread my lips, making sure not to miss one spot. My clit pulsated. She slowly dipped down my back to get between my ass and my legs. I felt her breast on the back of my thigh. Working her way back up, not missing a spot, she moved to the front of me. Face to face. Her eyes sparkled. She moved me back under the shower head, allowing my body to be rinsed. She turned the water off. Grabbed the towel and dried me. Kissed my left cheek. Winked. And walked out. No other words exchanged.

Feeling refreshed, refined, rejuvenated and hornier than ever, I stepped out of the shower. Walking back into the room, I quickly realized that the shower help was a decoy. Or had she set up the room while I was lost in my own world before realizing she was there. On the bed were purple roses in the shape of a heart. Not just rose petals, but roses. Stems, thorns, and all. Oh he was so twisted. Inside the heart was a silver box, tied with purple ribbon. Attached was a note. This man and his notes. His demands. But I dare not disobey. “Put this on and be ready to receive me however you see fit.”

Opening the box, I pulled out a purple lace peek-a-boo, baby doll night dress. The panties… Crotch-less. Getting sexy, as I was told to do, I put the cute little number on. I crawled up on the bed, on my knees, thighs spread, ass up, but slightly hanging off. Hearing the click of the lock as he slid his key out. I bowed my head down. Waiting for him to walk through the door.


Working Girl

i put on the fishnets, short skirt, heels, and skanky looking top. It was almost time for me to meet Him. Walking out, doing a mental check, making sure my pussy was fresh and clean. Nervous, i’m standing at the stop sign, not knowing what to expect. It’s my 1st time as a working girl. He pulls up and ask me how much i’m going for. i told Him $300 for the works. He laughs and tell me it’s too much and that whores aren’t worth all that. Negotiating on a price, i’m reluctant because He didn’t want to pay me what i asked, but i know i need the money.  He tells me to get in His car and He takes me to some back alley. i start with sucking His dick, He grabs the back of my head and forced me to deep throat. i gag because i’ve never been able to take dick to the head like that. i can’t breathe. But because i need the money, i allow Him to mistreat the back of throat, but not without a fight. i try to keep Him from going so deep inside of my mouth. He grabs the back of my neck with His right hand and takes a wad of my hair in His left and forces me still as He fucks my face. Releasing, i feel His warm juices run down my throat. Not done, He tells me that i’m not worthy to be fucked inside of His vehicle and to get out. my feelings hurting because i just served Him with everything my mouth had to give. He gets out and walks around to the front of His vehicle, telling me to come here. i tell Him no and then i attempt to walk off. Before i can get to the back of the vehicle, He snatched me by my arm, putting all of His weight on me. He takes His leg and forces me to spread mine apart. With His free hand, He rips my fishnet stockings and forces His dick deep inside my pussy. It’s hard at first for Him to get in good because i haven’t gotten ready to receive His offer. Not able to fight such a strong man off, my pussy begins to open up with wetness, i realize that i am enjoying every single inch. Every single stroke. Every thrust. i am enjoying Him. He cums. i cum. Both satisfied. He backs off of me, pushes me away and says… “Same time next week slut!”