Obscene Shower

Emma felt her breath quicken, her skin damp with humiliation and the dull heat that lingered between her legs. She headed for the shower, feeling so dirty and soiled as she had never felt before.

• Show me how you wash, especially your buttocks and your pussy. Help her, Honey, you know how to please me.

Emma held her breath as Honey stepped forward, her fingers running down her spine with deliberate slowness. The shower water hissed against the tiles, wisps of steam rising as Honey guided her under the spray.

"Show him," Honey whispered in a soft, velvety voice, and Emma obeyed, her hands trembling as she soaped her thighs, the suds sliding down in smooth, obscene trails.

• Spread your legs or your buttocks so he doesn't miss a thing.

Miel spread her sex lips, running her fingers through the foam. She held back a moan. She had never thought such an obscene display would give her such pleasure. Drops of cyprine mixed with the water.

• Show me how you make yourself cum with your fingers. Miel cleans her soiled anus with your tongue, then your fingers.

Emma obeyed with a hesitant movement, her fingers sliding between her sweaty thighs as Miel knelt behind her, her tongue tracing a burning path over her sensitive skin.

A violent shudder ran through her as Miel's skillful tongue plunged into her still-tender anus, each circular movement amplifying the shame and desire that burned within her.

Her own fingers found her swollen clitoris, their rapid caresses awkwardly synchronizing with Honey's obscene licks, as she took perverse pleasure in licking the rim of her anus in a perfect, obscene circle.

Her own fingers found her swollen clitoris, their rapid caresses awkwardly synchronizing with Honey's obscene licks, as she took perverse pleasure in licking the rim of her anus in a perfect, obscene circle.

Emma felt her knees tremble, the shower spray cascading over her shoulders as her fingers sank deeper, the pace quickening under the guard's heated gaze.

Emma felt her orgasm rise like a dull, inexorable wave as Honey's fingers insinuated themselves deeper, his tongue constantly moving wetly back and forth against her contracting anus.

Emma recoiled, falling to the floor, no longer in control of her body, which was wracked with orgasmic convulsions.

The cold tiles clung to her damp skin as the shower water continued to trickle down over her, mingling with streaks of suds and sweat.

His fingers, still buried between her trembling thighs, slid clumsily through her own wetness, each quiver of her languid muscles reviving waves of residual pleasure.

The guard left after looking at her satisfied, saying,

• Get her ready for the night.