I eagerly gulped it down. Smiling with satisfaction, he withdrew his thick, slick dick. Smiling back, I straightened up, glad not to be in that painful crouching position. My legs felt like Jell-O.
The shower washed away the last traces of his cum. To my shock, his cock was still semi-erect.
“Christ, that was fucking amazing. You never stop surprising me. Now, I’m going to finish what I started.”
Smacking a kiss on my lips, he stepped out of the shower. In a split second, he was back. The belt of his terry cloth robe was dangling around his neck. What the…
Stopping me in my thoughts, he scooped me up in his arms and then set me down on the teak wood planks of the built-in handicapped shower bench. “Trust me, Ms. Long, you’re going to be handicapped once I’m done with you.”
I eyed the belt. A shudder ran through me. “What are you going to do to me?”
“I’m going to make you fall apart and then attempt to put you back together again.”
I snickered. “You think I’m some kind of Humpty Dumpty?”
He smirked. “You’re much more fragile. At least on the inside.”
My breath hitched. He knew me. “What if someone has to use the shower?”
“They’ll knock.” He knitted his brows. “Are you on birth control?”
I nodded helplessly. My pills helped me with my cramp-ridden periods.
A smile danced in his eyes. “Good. Now, lie down.”
Wait! What about him? He’d probably fucked a gazillion girls. Could I trust him?
“Don’t worry. I’m clean. I’ve been tested. Now, lie down.”
Hesitantly, I lowered myself to a reclining position. My torso spread across the length of the bench while my limbs hung over the edge.
“Now, Gloria, I want you to open your mind and open your legs. For. Me.”
In one swift move, he spread my dangling legs and threw my ankles over his broad shoulders. Looming above me, he gazed at my sex. His glorious cock, now almost fully erect again, pointed my way. The shower began to fog up. There was something otherworldly about seeing his god-like body in a cloud of steam.
“You’re such a pretty shade of pink. You may, however, be a shade of red when I’m through with you.”
I cringed. Was he going to pussy-whip me with the belt?
“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.” The mind reader. “But I am going to tie you up. You’ll enjoy it. Now lift your arms high.”
Relieved, I did as requested. With whip-like speed, he wrapped the long belt around my wrists, binding them together, and then attached them to the handicapped railing directly above me. I writhed my arms to see if I could free myself. Forget it. He had me tied up too tightly.
“I need to get harder, and you need to get horny.” He kneeled on the edge of the bench and reached across me to fondle my mountainous breasts. Crawling on his knees closer to me, he planted his engorged member into the valley between them and then squeezed the mounds against the shaft. He moaned with pleasure while I, too, got off on the sensuous massage I was getting. Erotic pleasure rushed to my core. Oh God! I was ready! My body was crying out for him while my mind said no. Gloria, let go. Open your mind!
“Your breasts are such sweet pillows of flesh,” he murmured as he continued to rub them against his cock. “Now let’s see, if I’ve aroused you.”
He shoved a finger into my opening. I moaned but wanted something more.
“Ah. You’re so hot and wet. But not quite ready.”
He pulled his finger out and began to play with my tender clit. Vigorously circling it like a finger-painting child. I groaned.
“How does that feel?”
My clit was a lit up firework ready to explode. I didn’t know how much more I could take. I desperately wiggled my bound arms attempting to free myself; it was futile.
“Answer me, Gloria.” His tone was demanding.
“Oh, yes!” I moaned.
“Good enough.”
Still fingering my clit, he used his other hand to rub the crown of his thick length up and down the folds of my cleft. He was teasing me when I was aching for him to be inside me.
He leaned into me, placing his hands on the bench for support. “I’m going to come inside you now and give you an orgasm that’s going to blow that uptight mind of yours to pieces.”
“Please,” I begged.
He grinned wickedly. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk. I’ll be carrying you back to your room.”
Oh, yes! Handicap me!
Balancing on one hand, he used the other to position his pulsing member. I felt his hot cock at my doorway to pleasure. A thrust away from penetrating me, there was a loud pounding on the fogged-up shower door.