Time to hit the showers

Paul finally scraped himself up off the floor, and tried to do some stretching. Even though he had been working out, the leg lifts and core muscles were a little stiffer from the change in motion. He tried to do several stretches like Bill walked him through, but just felt like he couldn’t do much.

He had some time left in the day, but no pressing work, so Paul figured he would try some of those voice lessons out. Pulling up a few pages, he tried several videos until he found one girl that sounded like what he was after. She seemed pretty convincing and when dropping to her ‘boy’ voice it sounded lower, but still not quite it. Even so he went back and forth between the video and what she was saying.

He tried recording himself, but he still didn’t sound anything but a bad cold. Paul went ahead and setup a calendar reminder, because it looks like he is going to need a lot of practice to make this right.

Lost in recitation and trying to “move his voice back”, Paul was suddenly reminded its almost time for dinner. Jumping up from his desk, he could still feel his thighs and stomach sore from his earlier ‘workout’. The dull ache just seemed to linger as he was cooking on the stove when Molly came home.

“Hey, hun. How’d the new workout go?” Molly asked with a kiss to her husband.

Paul kinda stretched and turned to kiss her, “doing alright. Definitely feeling it.”

“Hope about you and I take a nice..... long....... Hawt...... shower after dinner....”

“mmmmm... that sounds divine.”

*kiss*.. “maybe I could get some cream for desert”

*ding goes the oven* “Dinners ready”

They each took a bite while Paul struggled to turn off the appliances as she kept running her hands over his body.

Grabbing a fist full of the back of her hair, Paul growled in her ear, “time for your desert, slut.”

“mmmmm... yes, Sir.”

Walking in front of her and leading her by a fist full of hair she moaned with a pleasant giggle, “coming, Sir.”

“Not yet, but we’ll see how well you behave.”

Reaching the en-suite bathroom, he opened the shower stall door and started the water to warm it up.

After bending her over the counter, he takes a few good swats over her tight pencil skirt as she moans and stares back in the mirror at Him, "thank you, Sir, " wriggling under His touch.

Paul felt an odd pain reverberate up his arms from each swat from today's fatigue. Masking his discomfort, he pulls her up and begins remove her suit coat.

Molly returns the favor by reaching for his shirt, but he winces as he tries to raise his arms. “Oh I’m so sorry, Sir!” She slowly moved his shirt over his torso and run her hands down his torso and slowly slid down before him.

Grabbing the waist band of his shorts, she pulls them down, but even lifting his legs to step out of shorts caused needles to run up and down his legs.

Wincing from causing him pain she quickly tosses his shorts aside and kneels, knees spread wide, she casts down her look, griping her elbows behind her trying to keep her back straight she apologizes, “so sorry for causing you pain, SIr.”

Paul oblivious to familiarity of her stance but enjoying her servitude feels a rush to his cock. Grabbing her hair, he pulls her head back as she continues to leave her eyes downcast but gasps at the sudden expression of power.

Teases her with tip of cock, rubbing along her cheeks, over her lips; she never wavers, never moves her arms, keeping her knees planted.

He bends back to reach down for her, she leans forward to try to retrieve the retreating rod. However, Paul grips her blouse and rips it open exposing her bare breast. While her breasts were a bit smaller, they afforded her the thrill to sometimes go sans bra even at work.

While reaching down he gripped her sensitive nipples, earning a gasp from her lips, and guided her to stand before him; her body still thrust forward by her heels.

As he unzipped her pencil skirt, she shimmied her hips side to side as he pulled it down. “you do always look better commando, slut,” to which she grins, “i’m glad it pleases you, Sir.”

He aggressively pulls her too him by back of the neck, wrapping his arm around to firmly swat her ass and grab hold as she moans into his deep kiss. HIs arms begin to wonder over her offered body, teasing over inch of her exposed skin, lightly sucking on the nape of her neck, listening to her breath quicken as he feels her pulse pounding beneath her skin.

Reaching down between, Paul slowly moves his fingers between her thighs feeling the moist warmth pulsating from her core almost overpowering the fog from the shower. Reaching up, he begins toying with her lips, feeling her natural lubrication enhancing her folds. Easily sliding two fingers in her, she excitedly moans into him as she feels him fill her and tease her from within.

Moving away slightly and with a husky whisper, Paul says, “time to get the rest of you wet, fucktoy.” Pulling her forward by his fingers deep insider her, she takes two ginger steps forward.

Hearing the clack over her heels on the tile, he pushes fingers deeper into her until his palm has flattens her labia against her body, “you can leave the heels out here.....,” he smirks, “...for now.”

With a fair amount of her weight no longer supported by her heels and being egged forward, she slides her feet out of the daily shoes in two steps and tip toes behind Him.

Pulling her in behind him, her lithe body following his direction, he pulls her back in front of him putting her back to the shower stream.

Working deep inside her she continues to feel the pressure grow stronger and higher, she begins trying to bring herself down into each of His thrusts, going deeper and harder with him. Suddenly, a burst of cold water from the shower bursts her back as she stumbles forward.

As her weight shifted into him suddenly, his fatigued legs buckle at the knees as he rips his hand from inside her to catch himself on the tile behind him. Feeling the built-in bench behind him, he quickly shuffles to sit on it, his cock pointing out before him.

As the heat returns to the stream, she stands opened mouth feeling totally disconnected and stares at him pleading trying to figure if she just ruined this and about to be denied.

Looking up at her spread legs and more than just the shower water dripping down from her, he realizes his stiff rod needs relief more than his legs could support. He grabs a couple of the shower pillows and place them down on either side of him on the bench, and stares up at her “get my cocksheath over here and shove that hot pussy on me, slut.”

Her shock quick turns to excitement as a devilish grin crosses her face, “yes, Sir!” as she tries to contain her exuberance and walks over to the demanding rod before her twitching in the humid air. Placing a knee on either side of his hips on the pillows, she stares down at the blessed rod as she slides it in her folds.

Daring to move her eyes up to His, she meets his gaze as she envelopes him fully inside her. He reaches around her and firmly grips the base of her thighs. Lifting her up with his palms until half his cock is exposed and, staring deep into her, he grips her flesh and pulls her weight onto him. She gasps as he bottoms out deep in her as her eyes roll back in her head.

She has a very brief respite before his lifting her again and pulling her back down. Again and again, he manipulates her flesh to massage his pulsating rod. Anticipating his movements, she begins to move her body up and down on his shaft, faster and faster.

She feels his power going deeper and deeper into her, loosing herself in the sensations. Thrusting again and again, the heat begins to grow out from her core in a bubble of pressure. Her pace quickens to build the heat more and more until finally it explodes up her back traveling her spine enveloping her brain in a euphoric fog. Her body flexes faster and faster bouncing up and down on his cock again and again.

Watching her body writhe in complete bliss up and down his cock over and over again, feeling her velvety folds griping and massaging his glands. He finally explodes deep insider as she continues relentless pounding up and down, until he finally presses down on her thighs bottoming out in her and grabs the back of her neck to bring her into a deep kiss to complete the circuit.

As she feels him exploding inside her and his lips pressing tight, she tries to pull him in more to completely meld with him bringing them closer as waves cross over her.

Continuing to kiss until have to come up for breath, “such a good, hot, slut.”

Glowing in his praise she responds, “yes, Master.”

“a good, cumslut,” he continues to prod her.

Shivering from the anticipation as she licks her lips, “Yeessss, Master, i'm a good cumslut, Sir.”

Slowly she lifts herself off his softening rod, placing her feet on the ground and slides down his body, running her nipples down his body sending shivers down her body.

Kneeling before him, placing her knees as far apart as she can, grabbing her elbows behind her, she leans forward bring his weight tool into her mouth with her tongue. Cleaning up and down its length, sucking in as much of the content as she can, looking up at her loving master enjoying the thrill of their combine juices on her tongue. Seeing his praising smile she reinvigorates her effort to fully clean and absorb their love.

Looking down on her and admiring her wide spread petting her hair until he feels over sensitivity creep into his loins. Paul turns off the running water, and reaches down he goes to pull her up, pulling her in close to him as they stand together, “Such, a good, good girl,” as she shivers against him.

On shaky legs, he guides her out of the stall, propping her up against the wall, he dries her off, and leads her back to bed.

Pulling back the covers to lay her down, he slides in behind her as their energy exhaustion quickly brings sleep.

Molly is a little put out when Paul doesn't want to play but understands when he faints a headache.