Wednesday, September 4th, 9:45 am
Hot water cascaded down my back in a powerful stream. It didn't matter that I'd been standing under it for a solid twenty minutes--the temperature didn't vary a single degree. My hands stayed planted against the cool stone walls, supporting my weight as I leaned forward, head hanging between my shoulders in a way that stretched the back of my neck. The water ran down my spine, into my hair, and dribbled off my scalp. Each droplet felt like a tiny fist beating on my skin, massaging sore, tired muscles. However, as hard as the combination of heat and pulse made it to get out of the shower, another sensation kept me from leaving. Something even better.
"Hm," a husky purr vibrated against my hard cock, which was currently buried in a velvety throat. I slowly opened my eyes and blinked away the water that had dripped across them to see a pair of crystal blue eyes staring up at me, twinkling in amusement at whatever face I was making. Despite the mouthful of her employer's dick, I could detect a hint of a smile; she knew better than I how close I was to blowing my load.
Helen VanCamp plunged her mouth back down on my dick until the head hit the back of her throat, where she left it for a couple seconds. I enjoyed the flat of her tongue scrubbing back and forth across the sensitive side of my length, closing my eyes again to concentrate on the sensation of the wet muscle as it continued to coax me closer to climax.
"Fuck," I whispered. My expletive was eaten by the sound of the shower water beating on the stone floor.
Helen's cheeks hollowed as she applied suction to my member and pulled back, and my lids fluttered back open in time to watch in fascination as Helen's lips slowly traveled back up my length. Each inch of my cock slid free from the older blonde woman's mouth with painstaking slowness while her tongue continued to dance along its front.
"Helen, I'm gonna cum soon," I said. She always appreciated when I announced an impending eruption because she enjoyed finding various ways of spilling my seed. Sometimes she swallowed it the moment it hit her tongue, and sometimes she had me shoot my load all over her chest, where she would scoop it up and eat it or encourage any other participants to lick it off her marvelous tits.
I watched in fascination as her lips curled over the rim of my cock's mushroom head before slowly traveling down the tip to end her oral ministrations with a warm, wet kiss. Pressing the tip of her tongue to my piss slit made me shiver. The entire time, her eyes never left mine.
"I can tell," she said, her lips continuing to brush the tip of my dick. She slowly stood up, rising off her knees with a fluid grace most women couldn't achieve thanks to her years of being a trophy wife who had been used by her husband to sweeten the pot and close deals with legal clients. Helen's flexibility and core strength were almost unparalleled by anyone else I'd known before my new life.
Both her hands closed around my dick and continued to stroke it, keeping a gentle but firm grip on my member to keep the right amount of pressure. She closed in on me, and I enjoyed the sensation of her naturally full breasts brushing against my chest as she pushed her face into the nape of my neck. Her lips pressed against my skin there as she continued to stroke. Chills rolled along my skin where she kissed, like ripples across a pond after a stone hits the surface.
My hands slid off the shower's wet stone wall as I wrapped my arms around Helen's back, pulling her chest tighter into mine as I pressed my cheek into hers. I dug my fingertips into her traps and whispered again, "Fuck!"
Helen's lips slid to my ear, grazing it as she said, "Cum for me, baby. I want a handful of your warm cum so we can eat it for breakfast."
Eyes growing wide, I wondered what the 'we' meant, but it was too late to ask. I felt myself erupt under Helen's ministrations, and my dick began to pulse as shot after shot of my seed ejected into the palm hovering over the tip of my dick.
She pulled back and pressed her lips to mine in a gentle kiss, humming into the mouth as I continued to pour my load into her palm, and the shower washed over our bodies. We continued making out, tongues swabbing each other's mouths as it got more sloppy. Helen ran her tongue up my chin, sucked on both my lips, and then licked across both before plunging her tongue back into my mouth.
Sucking my bottom lip between both of hers, she began to slowly pull back until I finally broke free and then gave me a positively feline smile. "Thank you for this gift, Marcus." Helen turned and stepped out from under the shower, both hands cupping my jism. She stopped at the shower door and turned to look back at me. "Would you mind getting the door? My hands are a little full."
We'd already showered and bathed each other thoroughly, getting the chores out of the way before we played, but I was a little surprised she wasn't giving me a chance to return the favor. I'd actually been looking forward to tasting her. Helen rarely disappointed, though, so I shut off the water, opened the shower door, and we both emerged into the steam-filled bathroom.
"And the other one?" Helen said, nodding to the shut bathroom door. "Open it slowly, please. It'll give her time. We've been pushing her a little hard lately."
Understanding, I rattled the doorknob before slowly opening it. Helen stepped through first, and I followed.
Bobbi knelt on the floor next to the bed; her head was bowed, and her eyes cast to the floor. Her hands were resting on her thighs, and her back was straight, so her breasts were thrust out. They were pale teardrops of soft flesh capped with pretty pink nipples that stood fully erect. Her honey-brown hair was pulled over one shoulder like a silky sheet as if she'd already spent time brushing it. She was fully nude except for the collar that graced her throat--an expensive piece of dark material that was linked to mine and Helen's phones. It allowed us to monitor her vitals, cause it to vibrate, adjust the tightness, and display custom messages across the front. It currently said 'Painslut' across the front.
This was far from the creature I knew a month and a half ago. Bobbi Nanford was a shrill, defiant, obnoxious mess of a person no one liked. The one exception was her old boss, Gina, who had only befriended her because she needed to have a partner in crime. They'd both been caught embezzling the company I used to work for and now owned. I fired Gina and hadn't heard a word from her since she'd left the building with a box full of her stuff.
I had different plans for Bobbi. I gave her a choice--prison or a different line of work, and she chose the latter. It had been a painful process for both of us, but thanks largely to Helen, who seemed to have a knack for domination, Bobbi fell in line. In fact, she'd fallen in line so hard that when I decided to try and let her go, she attacked me for suggesting it. I didn't fully understand the crazy, mercurial woman... I wasn't sure I ever would.
Helen approached the submissive kneeling in front of us, crouched in front of her, and cupped the younger woman's chin in one hand. She forced Bobbi to raise her head and look up at her, giving both of us a look at Bobbi's beautiful, slate-colored eyes as she looked up at us. Her gaze darted back and forth between us, and she licked her lips, her nostrils flaring as her breathing quickened. I'd known her long enough now to know she wasn't scared... just nervous.
"I brought you breakfast, pet," Helen purred, bringing the hand containing most of my cum to Bobbi's lips. "Open up."
