Hit the showers!

I help Aor up off her knees and she steps in to hug me.

“Don’t I get a kiss now?” she asks looking up at me with her cum covered face.

She laughs when she sees the repulsed look flash across my face. I'm actually amazed she can see, truth be told. Her long fake lashes are useful in keeping my spunk from my eyes.

“I think I better hose you off first,” I offer instead as we make our way to the bathroom.

“You just did honey,” she adds with another giggle.

I fetch an extra towel for Aor and find her already in the shower when I arrive. The water temp scolding hot. We help wash the messy batter from each other’s body with plenty of roaming hands and bodies pressed against shower walls. I am in half a mind to have my way with Aor again right there in the shower, my blood charged with hormones from such close proximity to Aor. Aor too must be feeling it as she starts to stroke me back to erection before leaning her herself into a corner and propping a leg up against the opposite fall.

“Want to go again?” she purrs as our groins rub tantalisingly close to each other’s pleasure centre. My body overcomes my reason as I press myself into Aor a second time. The close confines of the shower causing Aor’s moan to echo as she feels me penetrate her once again. Our height difference makes things a little unwieldy until I lift Aor off her feet and pin her against the corner of the wall with my hips and dick. Aor approves of the manoeuvre wholeheartedly as I hear her groan into my ear as gravity drives her down onto dick deeper than she’s ever been before. I must be close to touching up against her cervix as she jolts a couple of times from very deeps thrusts.

Whilst Aor is light enough to pick up and throw around, my staying power is much longer having already cum once before. My thighs start to burn long before I’m going to cum. Aor senses this when she tells me to put her down as she steps out in front of me and bends over. Her legs close together and her arms pressed out against the far wall. The hot water from the shower is fall largely down my back as I spread my feet apart and slide my cock back into Aor’s honeypot.

I’m just a few strokes in, gripping Aor by the hips when she pushes me back out with a hand reaching back.

“Not there,” she tells me as I slip from within her pussy, “in here.”

Aor has moved the tip of my cock to her little asshole. Slippery from her slit, we both grunt as I press hard against her rosebud, unfurling her puckered muscle. With a very satisfied grunt, I push into Aor’s arse surprisingly easily. Aor pushing herself back against my rod immediately.

“I told you there were things I’d do that the girls wouldn’t,” Aor says as she looks back at me with a debauched smile.

Aor is completely at ease with anal so that I am able to fuck her back passageway just as forcefully as her front. I grab a good hold of her hips as I take her up the bum vigorously. I love the way her tight ring feels along my shaft as I thrust myself back and forth, especially when Aor cums from my driving cock and her finger inside her pussy. The muscle contracting in tight rhythmic pulses.

I’m lucky that my apartment block has a generous sized hot water tank as I take my time with Aor for our second stint of the morning. Our pleasures extended before I inevitably begin to cum. No withdrawal this time as I inject my seed inside her arse. Aor leaning back against my shaft as it throbs and pulses within her smooth tanned buns.

The shower makes an excellent location for anal due to instant clean up. That being said though, not a drop of cum falls from Aor’s ass as it closes up just as tight as before my invasion. Out of the shower, I help Aor to dry off and we head to my bedroom to change. Aor gets dressed for the first time since I’ve seen her. I throw on some house clothes and offer to make us a coffee. I suddenly feel an urgent need to replace my bodily fluids expended.

While I’m making our coffees, I watch as Aor makes her way to all the windows in my upstairs living around and peaks out from behind the vertical blinds. As the drinks are made, I call her to the living area.

“Do you have anything on this morning? I can take off if you like?” Aor offers as we sit down on my lounge suite to drink.

“I’m free all day,” I tell her, “actually if you wouldn’t mind sticking around for a bit, I have some things for our business to go over.”

Aor tries to argue that it's not her business at all as she hasn’t contributed anything yet and can’t until her separation from her husband goes through. I tell her I consider her to be an equal partner, fifty-fifty, right from the very start. So much so that I’ve had two separate legal documents drawn up. The first as a sole trader should it ever be needed for show and the second a partnership agreement once Aor is able to be officially part of the business. I have Aor sign the partnership agreement, as do I, but leave it undated for now. There’s a second copy for her that I will hold onto until the time is right.

I then outline the next stage of launching our business. Having decided that a hard launch is the way to go, I show her the initial order I am planning on making. Roughly $150,000 in product of which a down payment of $50,000 is due immediately. I tell her I was thinking of having an official launch party for AORsome Spirits International at The Loft if Holly and Jess will agree to host it there. Aor is particularly excited at the prospect of this and is keen to be involved in the planning in any way she can. I am greatly looking forward to having her help me in this and working closely with her.

“But 50 Grand is such a lot of money for you to cover,” Aor says as the planning session is almost over.

“Don’t worry about it,” I assure her, “I had a decent amount saved already and I have money coming in soon anyway,” not mentioning the agreement Piya insisted on with me to take 10% for negotiating for her with the recruiters in Sydney.

“Well only if you promise me this won’t put you in a bad situation,” Aor finally agrees.

“It won’t honestly.”

Aor stays with me for a couple of more hours that morning helping me to clean up the kitchen and put on some washing before she is missing her son too much to be parted from him any longer. It’s when she has me check outside the front door for any weird cars nearby that I remember her odd behaviour before.

“What’s going on?” I ask determined to get the truth out of her.