Tipping Point -- Chapter 2: Bathroom Abuse

He gives in to his need for release. His stomach muscles spasm. The flood gates open wide. Fluids rush from his body. “aaahhhhh”

Slowly the fluids come to halt. A few bubble flow out. His breathing is heavy. He looks down, again, and see mostly clear water go down the drain. “hhhhhhhhhheee”

“Well....”, she gloats. Heat covers his face. “...that was rather uneventful.” He feel so ashamed. To himself, “What were you hoping for?”

“Crawl into the shower.”

He looks to his right and see that the shower are bath are separate. He turns his body and spin on his right knee.
He reaches for the handle and open the see-through glass shower door. “Hmm, you do have a nice ass.”
He blushes deeply as it occurs to him what he must look like from behind, right now.
He crawls inside the shower. The shower is moderately sized with one sitting area. “Sit on the floor. He'll be in. Just a second. Turn the water. Make the temperature something that suits your tender ass.”

He twists the nob. The cold water shoots down and chills his legs. “eeeeyyyyyaaaahhhhhh”

He turn to see her walk into the shower. He scoots back against the wall to give her room. She uses one hand to close the door behind her. He catches a glimpse of a smooth golden crown on the purple head of her cock.

She sits on the bench. Her cock sways a few inches from his face. The exterior of the sounding rod becomes noticeable. A black string is tied underneath her huge turtleneck.

The sight of her love tool makes him lick his lips in anticipation. To himself, “A sounding rod in her cock. She IS going to fuck me, tonight!” He swallows.

With a smile in her voice, she speaks to him. Her words sooth him. “Stay still. I'll wash your hair.” Warm water pours over him. Realization overcomes his mind.

He feels something cold and wet land on his head and seep into his hair. He feels her fingers run through his hair. A bubbly lather forms. A pleasant aroma of cinnamon, apples, and vanilla fills his nose.
He closes his eyes and savors the sensation of some else washing his hair. The difference in sensations that he feel when someone else touches his scalp is amazingly electric. An eternity passes in just a few seconds. She rinses of his hair.