Get clean

“A shower. I can wash off whatever it is.” You say to yourself in the mirror. Moments later you are nude under the flowing hot water. Your mind again begins to wander. Just who, what kind of person would wear such revealing clothing, not to mention thigh high boots with such **** heels. “I would wear them if I was a model.” You muse. The image of a tall lanky girl towering high on 8” shining steel stilettos, marching down a makeshift runway in what must be an old factory somewhere. She strikes her pose then stomps back and through a curtain.

“Here get changed.” A man says to her in Russian, somehow you recognize the words and understand them. She takes the tiny skirt, metal studded jacket, and shimmering blue metal mop of a wig and walks over to a dressing table. She drops down the orange red wig she was wearing revealing the platinum blonde nearly buzzed hair underneath, strips, and trades the heels for combat boots with the tag “outfit 3” on them.

The water washes over you as you clean yourself. In your mind you can see her now hours later at an after party dressed in an expensive backless black dress and more modest 6” pumps. They all chat away, some in French, others in Russian. She glides effortlessly through the crowds on marble floors, through grand halls of what has to be a museum or palace. “Why do people think those tall skinny twigs are hot?” You ask the air, but your rock hard cock shows your words to be false.

She is getting ready for bed now. She is in an expensive hotel room. She starts the shower and lays her clothes neatly on a table. A knock on the door surprises her. She answers it without even grabbing a towel or robe to cover herself, so little modesty. It is a mountain of a man. She has to be close to 6’ tall and while he is only an inch or so taller he is easily three times her weight, his barrel chest covered with a finely tailored gray suit. “I’m taking a shower. Have a drink if you want.” She walks away. He walks in and you hear the door click shut.

“Victor expected you at the club. He wants his money.” The huge man says in Russian.

She climbs into the shower. “It is on the table. Take it to him. I made every payment on time. Victor needs to relax.” She pours soap into her hand. Your eyes open and see yourself making the same motion. Both of your bodies seem to move the same. She is mirroring your movements. Your skin feels so soft. Your nipples are hard as a rock in your slender fingered hands. “What?” You whisper. In unison she calls out, “What else do you want?” She doesn’t look at him but you can feel his presence in the room. You hear clothing hit the floor. The sound of the curtain being pulled aside fills your ears. The splash of his huge foot in the bit of water in the tub as he steps in behind you. “I’m not one of Victor’s whores. You don’t have any power over me.” Both of you say in unison.

“I know.” He says, his hot breath on your ear. His huge strong hands grab the bottle of soap from you and he pokes the tip into your ass. He squeezes it hard and the sensation causes you to gasp. He sets it down, grabs your arms, and gets you into position with your hands braced on the wall, your back arched so your pert perfect behind is presented to him like an animal in heat. His cock is enormous and unrelenting. Your body has to stretch to accommodate him. You look down over your sexy skinny body and can see the bulge in your stomach created by his impressive weapon. “I so love your ass Nadia.”

“Shut up and fuck me.” You say through clenched perfect teeth. He pounds away at your tight ass hole for so long the water has turned cold, but his heat and yours keep you nice and warm. Waves of pleasure rock your body till your knees begin to tremble. He fills your body with what must be a gallon of cum, then finally pulls out. You hear a thump.

You look down. In the tub between your legs is a 12” dildo with a suction cup you don’t recognize. You are still you standing in the freezing cold water. “I must be going crazy.” You say as you climb out of the tub.