Rachel
Ashley stood naked in front of the short television stand in her living room with one of the box organizers pulled from a shelf. She was rummaging through it pulling out cords and charging bricks. Looking at her standing there in the bright morning light, I didn't understand how I couldn't have realized how beautiful she was. She took good care of herself and her athletic body proved it. I walked from the back door over to the living room approaching her.
She must have heard me approach from behind because she turned around to face me. There was that craven look in her eyes, telling me that she had no intention of either of us putting on any clothes soon. She tossed the contents of the storage container onto the couch, a pile of cords and adapters spreading out across it.
She stared deeply into my eyes as if she was looking at my soul itself. She closed the gap between us and ran her right hand through my hair as she brought her lips to mine. She kissed me deeply, in a passionate and loving manner. A kiss that meant something more. As the kiss ended I could feel the corners of her lips curl up into a smirk.
Without warning her hand that was in my hair grabbed a chunk of it and held it tight. Ashley was holding my head in place by holding my hair in a tight grip that wasn't hurting me but was clearly telling me she was taking charge. Her lips pulled away from mine and traced the arc of my neck breathing deeply against my skin as she went. I stood there in her grasp, my body tingling with excitement.
She met my eyes again before I could feel her applying pressure to the top of my head where she was holding my hair. I understood what she wanted and I lowered myself to my knees in front of her. I tried to extend my tongue to begin pleasing her but she held my head just far enough away that I couldn't. I looked up at her and could see that she was enjoying this.
"You don't take your mouth away from there until I tell you," she said as she pressed my mouth against her still slick pussy lips. My tongue shot out of my mouth like a cobra to begin licking her clit and surrounding lips. She applied some light force at the back of my head to hold me tight against her but after I got into my rhythm she let me go, my head still pressed tight in her beautiful folds.
I could feel her torso moving and shifting but couldn't quite see what she was doing, but whatever it was it was not my focus right now. My hands reached behind Ashley grabbing her shapely butt and holding tight to it. Applying light squeezes as I continued to lick with reckless abandon on her clit.
Above me, Ashley was grabbing the sex toy boxes which had been laid on the couch and was ripping them open. As each box bore its fruit she grabbed the charging cord for it and plugged it into one of the USB adapters. She continued until each toy had been given a cord and adapter so that it could be charged, all while I was eating her out.
The next thing I felt was again Ashley's hand grabbing my hair and holding me tight to her. This time she began taking steps backward, with my head held tight to her entrance leaving me having to crawl on all fours to keep up with her. It was definitely not the easiest activity to achieve but I noticed that although my knees had hurt at the start they were no longer hurting me as I crawled. It almost felt as if Ashley's and my pleasure were connected.
She let me stop crawling when she reached the nearest wall. One hand still pressed my head to her while the other put two sex toys on the ground and plugged them into the wall outlet. She repeated this process twice more until each toy was charging. She made me crawl back towards the couch, as I licked happily away.
She pulled my head from her sweet hole and looked down at me. Seeing my mouth covered in a mixture of her juices and my own saliva clearly made her happy.
"Clean up your mouth, don't you want to be presentable?" she asked me in what was clearly more of an order.
I was kneeling on the floor in front of her with my hands resting on my thighs as I extended my tongue and began to lick away the slick juices on my face. Ashley watched for a few seconds before leaning over and reaching into a bag on the couch. As I continued to lick my own lips to clean them the best I could, Ashley was opening another box.
"Let me see how well you cleaned up," she said to me once the box was open and its contents extracted.
She looked me over, satisfied enough even though I could still feel plenty of wetness still spread across my face. Kneeling before me, resting on her haunches, she brought the toy she had just opened to my mouth. It was a ball gag of sorts, but this one had a dildo attached to it. I had never seen one like this before.
"Hold your hair back and open your mouth," Ashley said.
I pulled my hair into a bundle in my hand and moved it out of her way. She slid the gag portion of the toy into my mouth. The gag consisted of a black silicone ball for me to bite down on, which I did. She took the straps that were connected to either side of the gag and strapped them together at the back of my head, holding the gag tight in my mouth.
With the gag now in place, I was biting down on the silicone with a six-inch dildo protruding from my mouth. Ashley grabbed the dildo by its shaft and began pulling it in the direction she began walking in. All I could do was follow where I was being pulled to via the dildo and gag strapped in my mouth. Ashley cleared a space on the couch before sitting down on the edge of the cushion.
She leaned forward while pulling the dildo and my head up to meet her face. She opened her own mouth and wrapped it around the head of the dildo. Our eyes met as I could feel her hand again at the back of my head. She began pulling my head towards her, pushing more of the dildo into her mouth, and if she continued soon her throat.
Our eyes remained locked on each other's as she continued to pull me in until she had taken the entire length of the dildo in her mouth and throat. Our lips were separated by a thin layer of silicone that formed the base of the dildo. I never knew that Ashley was so adept at deepthroating, or perhaps this was another blessing bestowed upon us by our Master. We stared into each other's eyes longingly, feeling as if there was some gravitational pull between our souls.
The moment passed and Ashley clearly was ready to begin having some real fun. The wetness between my own legs was telling me the same thing. Pulling me again by the dildo now slick with her saliva, Ashley positioned me between her legs. She lay back at a slight angle on the couch and brought each of her legs to one side of my head, resting her calves against my back.
She guided the head of the dildo to her opening, pulling my head with it. With the press of her hand at the back of my head, she pushed the dildo inside of herself and brought my face closer to her pussy. She took an initial three inches, but I knew she wouldn't stop there. With her legs resting on my shoulders, she grabbed the sides of my head with her hands and began pulling and pushing my head so that the dildo began fucking her.
I had never heard of anything like this, nor would I have imagined it before all of this began but here I was. I was about to brace my hands against the couch to get some stability but felt my wrists being grabbed by two tentacles. Our Master had finally joined us.
With control of my wrists, the tentacles brought them behind my back and crossed them. The tentacles held my arms in place so that I could not move them in the slightest. Ashley had complete control over the motion of my body. At this point, as my head bobbed back and forth she had worked the full six inches into herself.
She would pull my head back about four inches exposing the dildo, before plunging it back into herself and pressing my face into her sex. She was taking the dildo as deep as she could and that left my nose each time pressed against her mound. A smaller tendril appeared above my head and found its way to Ashley's clit. It circled her clit and began to ooze slime while rubbing its girth around and against the now erect nub.
Warmth was spreading on my chest as I felt another tentacle sliding its way up my body. The tip of the tentacle traveled along my right underboob before wrapping itself around my breast and repeating the same motion on my left breast. The tentacles had now lifted my breasts and were holding them in a manner that resembled a figure eight. Tightening themselves around my breasts, massaging them.
I moaned into the ball gag but all that could be heard was a muffled noise. Ashley's moans were clear above me as my head was gently pistoned inside of her. My breasts were alive with the warmth and tingling that the slime provided only adding to my arousal.
Without warning, Ashley pulled my head back far enough to remove the dildo from her. The tentacles around my arms released them and I brought my arms forward. Ashley lightly pushed me backward until I was a distance from the couch. She then began to push on my shoulders bringing me to lay flat across the ground.
Two tentacles arrived and wrapped themselves tightly around my abdomen. This pulled my arms tight to my sides and held them there. Several more tentacles began to wrap themselves around the back of my head and neck, creating a sort of pillow for my head to rest on as well as providing support for my head.
Before I knew what was going on, Ashley stood above me and began lowering herself down. She was now kneeling right above my mouth, with each of her legs to the sides of my head. She gave the dildo a quick stroke checking that it was still well lubricated and lowered herself onto it. There was no warm-up here, she took it nearly to the hilt of the gag right away.
I now understood why the tentacles had wrapped around my head and neck. Ashley began rocking her hips back and forth against the dildo held in place with my mouth. As she got more into it she began bucking more wildly and lifting herself up and then back down on the dildo. She ground her sex against my face and the dildo, riding with reckless abandon.
From what I could see below her, there were several tentacles tracing up Ashley's body. They looked like vines growing up her body, tracing her curves. One of the tentacles wrapped around her throat and one formed loose coils around each of her arms. The black tentacles glistening with slime created a stark contrast to Ashley's skin.
The tentacles covered maybe a fourth of Ashley's body, leaving plenty of her skin exposed to the air and my view. Soon the tentacles began oozing slime from their surface, slowly coating Ashley. The semi viscous slime when oozed from the tentacles would hang onto her body while also slowly dripping down her form. As more slime accumulated on her body some of it began to drip from her onto me.
Each drop of slime that hit my body ignited the tingling sensations in small concentrated sections of my body. I writhed in pleasure below Ashley as she rode my face. The more aggressive her riding of my face was, the more slime would fall onto me. Soon most of her skin was glistening with the slime and there was no stopping her.
Whether our minds were somehow linked or if our Master was simply sharing Ashley's euphoria I wasn't sure. In this moment I could swear that I could feel her as if I were in her body. Ii relaxed my mind and let it fall into the pool of Ashley's mind that was present.
As I relaxed I could feel a tentacle pressing itself against my warm entrance. With no resistance, the head of the tentacle was able to press itself inside of me. I moaned out loudly into the gag but couldn't move my head with Ashley grinding away at my face and the tentacles holding my head in place. All that I could move was my legs as I curled my toes and felt the muscles in my legs tighten and relax.
More slime had dripped on me, forming puddles of the substance on my skin. My orgasm was quickly approaching. In my head, I could sense Ashley, just like I had sensed her pleasure earlier. I don't know how, but we were sharing and experiencing two people's worth of pleasure at once. Driving us to an orgasm that no human being could have ever had before.
The thrusts and grinding on my face increased and the tentacle fucking my pussy found the perfect speed for me. I could feel the weight of our orgasms pressing against the floodgates. Soon it would be too much to contain and it would be released.
At the moment it was hard to say but I believe Ashley had her orgasm first. She was twitching and tightening her body above me in response. Then I felt Ashley's orgasm wash over me, every sensation and bit of pleasure. This caused me to finally orgasm and I could feel that Ashley was experiencing my orgasm the same as I did hers. Our orgasms fed each other's, strengthening them each second with the greatest feedback loop imaginable.
Time didn't exist, nothing really existed. The pleasure centers of our brains were lighting up as if someone had ignited thermite within them. I could feel Ashley's weight being lifted from my face, a brief moment of seeing her legs hanging limply by her side while a black shape lifted her. Then a weight was felt across my chest, and a lifting of my head.
The feedback loop of our white-hot orgasm began to slowly fade. Lessening until we could finally reconnect with our senses and regain some consciousness. The first thing I noticed was the gag had been removed from my mouth and was laying beside my head. Then I realized that Ashley had been laid on top of me, her slime-coated body pressed warmly against mine.
She stirred on top of me, must be coming to her senses as well. It took us a few minutes but we were back to our normal selves. Before I had a chance to say anything Ashley had sprung up and pressed her lips to mine and her tongue found its way into my mouth. She pressed me against the floor as she kissed me deeply, hungrily. Her slime-drenched body was now atop mine, covering me as well.
We spent so long embracing each other and kissing as if one of us were about to head off to war. Finally, we pulled our mouths apart and our bodies to match. Thin and thick ropes of slime still connected our bodies. I extended my hand out for Ashley as I stood up. She took it in her own and I pulled her up and guided her up the stairs to her bathroom.
Our shower was relaxing as we struggled to share the water flow. Pressing our bodies against each other trying to get in and out of the stream. In between lathering each other up, we would take numerous breaks where we would simply stand in the warm water and steam kissing in each other's embrace. Eventually, our bodies were clean and we stepped out of the shower drying each other off.
Once our bodies were dried off I wrapped my hair in the towel. I then borrowed Ashley's deodorant while she went downstairs naked. She returned with the toy we had both checked out at the store together. A devilish smile spread across her lips and I couldn't help but join her in smiling. A flexing of the mirror, a tentacle, and some slime later it was ready.
I threw on my clothes from the night before, realizing it felt like days or weeks had passed since I first stepped foot into Ashley's home and my new life. I looked at my phone to check the time and realized I needed to hustle or I'd be very late.
I headed out the front door by the large mirror Ashley had set up there to help catch me. I ran my hand against the smooth surface in a tender touch as I left, closing the front door behind me. I hopped into my, turned on my GPS, and headed off.
Traffic was good and I pulled into the college athletics parking lot in a little over a half hour. I grabbed my purse, tossed my phone into it, and headed in, swiping my key card at the door. I made it to my office and was glad that I always kept a spare change of work clothes in it. I drew the blinds on the window to my office and pulled out the clothes from one of my desk drawers.
I pulled off my top and unclasped my bra. I slid it off of my shoulders and placed the top and bra on my desk. At that moment the door to my office flung open and one of the women on the team, Abigail, stuck her head and the top of her torso in the opening. I froze like a deer in the headlights but felt a jolt of excitement shoot through my body.
Abigail stood there in my doorway half in the office and half out. I could see her eyes drift up and down my body taking it in. She quickly realized that she had stared too long and her face began blushing. She shouted her apologies and that she only wanted to say hello as she quickly withdrew herself from my office, closing the door behind her.
My heart was still racing from the abrupt surprise, but I wasn't nearly as bothered by it as I thought I would have been. I realized that I hadn't even brought my arms up to attempt to cover myself at all. I pulled my sports bra over my head and positioned it on my chest then put a tank top over it. I undid my pants letting them fall to the ground followed by my panties. I threw on a new pair and pulled up some athletic shorts finishing with some flip-flops.
I knew that I would absolutely have to deal with the situation sooner than later. I woke up my work computer and sat in my chair. I glanced through my emails to make sure there was nothing of importance and put the computer back to sleep. The women should be getting changed now and will be out of the locker room soon enough. I threw my old clothes into my purse and headed out of my office. I walked down the hallway and stopped at a door near the end. I pulled the door open and was greeted with a blast of warm air, moisture, and the smell of chlorine.
I stepped onto the pool deck and saw that a few members of the team were already out of the locker room. They were seated on one of the bleachers that were set up to the side of the pool, talking with each other. I shouted a greeting to them and headed over to the large whiteboard that was attached to the wall beside the twenty-five-yard pool. I grabbed a dry-erase marker and began writing down the workout for the day.
As I wrote line after line for the workout I heard the locker room close several more times. Once I was done I headed back towards the team that was assembled on the bleachers. My assistant coach, Mike, was there chatting with a few of the women. When I approached the conversations died out and the team's attention was on me.
Abigail was seated in the back row, avoiding making eye contact with me. From where I stood I could still see her blushing. Even though the pool was eighty degrees and the air in the pool hall was a few degrees warmer I could see her nipples pressing hard against her one-piece swimsuit. This brought a slight smirk to the corner of my mouth.
I addressed the team and went over what the workout would be today. Once I was finished the women got up and headed to their lanes to begin the workout. I hung back and spoke with Mike about a few things. Then he was off to watch the swim team and help make any corrections he could. The team had split between the ten lanes and were now making their way from one end of the pool to the other.
I walked the length of the pool with a clipboard making notes of my observations. I would stop a swimmer here and there as I noticed an issue with their form or if they were favoring one side. I thought I saw out of the corner of my eye Abigail looking at me. When I stood back up she was back to swimming her laps.
As the practice continued I definitely caught Abigail looking at me a few more times. This wasn't the first practice where I had noticed this and I had definitely overheard some talking in the locker room before today. Some of her teammates teased her about this, but in the loving and playful manner of a close-knit team would. Another member of the team must have noticed, as she swam up to Abigail. When she spoke in her ear Abigail averted her gaze from me again and that blush returned to her face. I don't think I had ever seen Abigail blush before today, but she sure was today.
The rest of the practice went well and before I knew it the women were climbing out of the pool as Mike threw them towels. They headed off to the locker room talking and wiping themselves down. Abigail found herself in the middle of a small group of women, pretty well hidden as they headed off.
Mike and I compared notes after practice. Going over our observations and any issues we were seeing with the swimmers. We decided that two swimmers should have a quick check with the athletic physical therapist on Monday to check out some minor issues. With that Mike headed out of the pool hall and was gathering his stuff. I closed up the pool hall and turned off the lights before locking the door as I exited.
I made it to my office and opened the blinds to my office window. I sat back down at my computer and began typing up my notes and the referrals for Monday. My office sat across from the exit for the Women's locker room. This meant that I could see each and every person entering and exiting the locker room. Some of my swimmers began exiting the locker room, clearly done with their showers and heading off for the day. Several of them waved to me a few popped their heads in to talk with me. Mike left as well, giving me a two-fingered salute on his way out the door.
The entire swim team had left except for one person. I was pretty sure that I hadn't missed her and it wasn't like she had anywhere else to exit from. I waited a few more minutes and still, no one else emerged from the locker room. I put my computer to sleep and slipped out of my office, turning off the lights after me making it look like I had headed home.
I opened the locker room door and was again greeted with the heat from the showers that had yet to be dissipated. I slowly closed the locker room door making sure it closed as quietly as possible. I stood at the entrance to the locker room simply listening for a moment. I could still hear the sound of running water from one of the showers, smiling, I had been correct.
I slowly walked further into the locker room passing the rows of lockers and benches between them. As I got closer to the shower stalls I could hear the unmistakable sound of soft moaning nearly being drowned out by the shower. It was quiet enough that had the locker room not been empty and I had not been listening so intently I likely wouldn't have heard it. This woke a stirring within me and my right hand slipped underneath my elastic waistband and found my slit, rapidly moistening.
I traced my lips, dipping my finger within my folds to wet them. I knew that I was teasing myself, but I wanted the anticipation to build. I gently rubbed myself while leaning against the locker room wall while listening to the vocalized bliss coming from the shower. The plan was formulated in my head, although I wasn't sure if it was my plan or my Master's. To me it didn't matter, it was the plan and I would see it through.
I withdrew my hand from my shorts and closed the remaining distance from myself to the shower stall. I opened the first shower curtain walking into the small changing area outside of the shower. The curtain didn't make enough sound to be heard over the water hitting the inner curtain and floor. I grabbed the inner curtain and pulled it back slightly, Abigail stood there in the warm stream of water facing towards the shower head, her back to me. Her right hand was moving and although I couldn't see what she was doing it was clear what she was doing.
Grinning I pulled back the inner curtain loud enough that it could be heard over the running water. Startled, Abigail quickly spun around, the hand already at her sex moving to cover herself while her other arm came up to cover her breasts as best she could. The surprise, shock, and confusion fought for dominance across her face as I stood there. The sound of the water was the only sound to fill the locker room.
I had known that it would be Abigail that was left in the locker room. She was undoubtedly trying to wait so that I would have left before her. Likely still embarrassed about walking in on me changing earlier. Unsure of how to go about talking with me about it or bringing it up.
I had never noticed Abigail before even though I had spent so many hours working with and training her. She stood there before me the water flowing across her body. Even though she was doing her best to cover herself there was still plenty of her athletic body showing. Swimming was a physically demanding sport that required a very physically fit body to perform. The many years of training and swimming showed on her body.
I looked her over, staring at her long and toned legs which lent themselves well to swimming. Her thighs and butt were tight and muscular in a subtle manner, well-formed over endless hours of work. Her waist was toned and flat leading up to her breasts that she was attempting to cover. She did not have a large chest by most standards but she had a handful. Her hair clung to the sides of her head and her body where it fell.
"I was getting ready to head home but I heard a shower still running. Wanted to check that one of you ladies hadn't accidentally left one running. Didn't mean to startle you."
"No, uh it's fine. I was just washing my hair and kind of got lost in my thoughts. I can hurry up and get going," she responded.
She must have known how feeble her lie was. Looking at her now I could see there was no shampoo in her hair. No suds covered her body either.
"There's no need to rush, take all the time you need or want," I said as I began to turn away.
"Rachel."
I smiled as she called my name out, turning back around to face her.
"I wanted to apologize about earlier. I didn't mean to walk in on you like that. The door wasn't locked and I was just coming to say 'hi.'" The nervousness in her voice was apparent with a tinge of embarrassment.
"You have nothing to worry about, it was an accident and a funny one at that. We are both adults and this doesn't have to be a big deal. Plus I think we've both spent enough time in locker rooms over the years that there wasn't anything you haven't seen before a thousand times." I said reassuring her and trying to make her feel better about what had happened.
Her hands were slightly more relaxed but still covered herself.
"If anything, it was a lesson for me to use the lock on my office door. If I had been thinking we could have avoided all of this." I said hoping that this would absolve her of the guilt that she was feeling.
"It's okay, we can both just pretend like it didn't happen. As you said, a thousand times before," she responded a blush spreading across her lightly freckled cheeks.
I smiled in response feeling that I had adequately diffused this situation. The fact that she had still allowed me to stand there through all of this and hadn't forced me to leave and speak through the inner curtain told me all I needed to know. It was time for the next step of the plan.
"I noticed in the pool today that you were having some issues with your shoulders. Seems like they weren't getting their full range of motion. have they been feeling tight lately?
"Uh, yeah I guess so. I can go to the PT on Monday and have them work on them."
"Do you have a significant other or a close friend that could give you a massage to help the muscles relax a bit? Knots like to make themselves worse and rarely better."
"Yeah, I've um got no one who could help me out so I can wait until Monday. It's not too big of a deal and it only feels a little tight."
"Nonsense, there is no reason you need to wait until Monday, plus after today's workout, I am sure they'll be even more pissed off. I really worked you ladies today."
I got a smile from her and a nod in response.
"I've got you, just turn around and get your back in the water flow. Pull your hair to the front as well please."
"Oh you don't have to do that Rachel, I appreciate it but I don't want to put you out."
"You are not putting me out at all. I'm your coach and I have to make sure that I am taking care of you. I've also learned a lot about physical therapy, so this should be no problem."
She looked as if she felt she should put up more of a resistance, but did not seem like she truly wanted to. She turned herself back around so that she was now facing away from me. She gathered her wet hair and pulled it to the front of her body. She took a step forward so that she was in the water now, her legs held tightly together showing she was clearly still nervous.
I stepped towards her, and water splashing from her fell on my tank top. I brought my hands to the top of her shoulders and the base of her neck. Sliding them gently across her skin while slowly pressing down against her muscles. The warm water felt good against my hands combined with the warmth from her back which was already warmed from the shower.
I began to work the muscles more, searching for any tightness or knots. I began to work my way down her shoulder blades stopping anywhere I felt an area that needed work. Soft gasps escaped Abigail's mouth as I worked but now that I was so close the shower could not drown them out. Once I had worked through her shoulders and upper back I switched to a soothing massage.
I stepped closer to Abigail so that my tank top was now getting directly sprayed by the shower. It was quickly soaked and clung to my chest. I was sure that she could even feel my breath on the back of her neck now.
"You know, there is a lot of talk that goes on in this locker room. I've overheard a few conversations that you and some of the other women have had." I said softly behind her.
"I can't say that I am surprised by what I have heard. I have definitely noticed you looking at me. A longing so clear in your eyes, that desire." I now whispered directly in her ear.
To emphasize my point my hands slid down her shoulder blades and I brought them forward so that I was now cupping her breasts. She let out a deep exhale but made no objection or attempt to move away. I had been correct. Cupping her breasts in my hands I began to lightly massage them, she leaned her head back in response.
"How many practices have you spent thinking about me? How many scenarios have you played out in your mind? How many positions have you imagined our bodies tangled together in? Then you get lucky today and walk into my office while I am changing. Must have been a prayer answered for you, wasn't it?"
A moment's delay but she answered, "yes."
My mouth was a mere inch from her ear as I whispered as seductively as I could "Was it everything you thought it would be? Did my body live up to how you had imagined it?"
"It was better than I could have imagined. You are so beautiful."
"How many nights have you spent thinking of me in your bed with you, doing this?" I whispered as I traced my right hand down her toned stomach and rested on her sex.
I could feel her breathing get deeper with my chest pressed against her back. Her legs loosened and spread slightly with my hand's arrival. My lips found the side of her neck and I kissed it delicately.
"There have been so many nights. How many times I've rushed back to my apartment after practice, or couldn't even wait like today. Oh, this all feels so good." she said with soft moans peppered throughout.
I licked the length of her neck to her ear, kissing the earlobe as I breathily said "You should take what you want."
Abigail clearly needed no further encouragement as she quickly turned around in the shower and her lips found mine. Her hands rested on the sides of my head holding me while she released the desires she had built up for so long inside of herself. The kissing quickly turned sloppier and evolved into some aggressive making out. Abigail stepped towards me, pushing me against one of the shower walls, her body pressed against mine as her hands began exploring my body.
Returning the favor I pressed her against the opposite wall of the shower, my hands finding their way back to her chest. She found the bottom of my tank top that was now clinging completely to my body. She began pulling it up over my head and I extended my arms upward allowing her to remove it. Next was my sports bra that she wasted no time in discarding.
As I brought my arms down Abigail pulled her head close to my chest and latched onto my left breast. She sucked on my breasts and I felt her tongue flick against my nipple. I soon felt my nipple hardening in her mouth. It was now my turn to moan in response to her touch. My right breast was held by her left hand kneading it pleasantly.
It didn't take long for both of her hands to grip my waistband and begin pulling them down. Her mouth was still attached to my breast, my hands running through her hair. In one fluid motion, she had my shorts and panties off, tossing them in the other soaked clothing pile. Her hand glided down my mound to come to rest on my warm sex. She started rubbing with her cupped hand over my eager lips until her fingertip hit it. She released my breast from her mouth and looked up at me giving me a confused look.
"You'll see soon enough."
Before I could give her a second to respond my naked body was again pressed against hers as my hand found her wet opening and I pushed a finger inside of her. She moaned into my neck and I brought my mouth to hers. She was more than wet enough for me and soon a second finger found its home within her warm folds.
Abigail leaned against the shower wall, pushing her pussy forward to give me the best access to it. I brought the thumb from my other hand to her clit and began to rub its hood. It wasn't long until I had warmed it up and was now giving the nub the attention it deserved. As I continued, Abigail's body would buck against my hands in response to my touch.
"Do you want me to show you how amazing I can make you feel?" I tease into her ear between deep breaths.
To punctuate my point I curled one of my fingers slightly more within to rub against her g spot more purposefully. She made it clear that she was enjoying that.
"Yes, uh, I want you to make me feel amazing" she responded in short clipped words.
I continued to work her pussy with my hands, licking and kissing her neck at the same time. This was turning out to be easier than I would have thought it would be. Abigail clearly wanted me far more than I had fully realized.
"Will you submit to me fully? Your mind and body?"
Abigail was so lost in the euphoria that she was feeling she did not realize that the voice she had just heard was not Rachel's nor spoken aloud.
"Yes, I submit to you. I've wanted this for so long." was her response as she again pressed her lips against mine and our tongues began exploring the other's mouth.
If Abigail could feel the huge smile that was now spread across my face she would have likely interpreted it as my happiness at the current situation. She did not fully understand but she was willing to submit. It was time to try out my new toy.
I could feel the thick tentacle spreading my ass cheeks as it emerged. The tip of the tentacle curved down and slid itself between my legs, rubbing against my pussy that was already on fire. Abigail had felt the butt plug that was held tightly in my ass. She had no idea its true purpose and had likely assumed that I was a bit more freaky than she had thought.
The butt plug that Ashley had inserted into me before I had left was a constant reminder of my Master. The true purpose though was evident at the base of the plug resting outside of my tight hole. The surface held a recessed mirror instead of a small jewel or diamond. The two-inch mirror meant that I could easily take my Master wherever he desired to go and soon it meant I would shatter Abigail's world.
Sweet Abigail was putty in my Master's hands. Warm, soft, and wet putty held at the edge of two of my fingers. I had reached the final step of the plan and had been the most excited for this one. I kissed Abigail as deeply as I could my mouth interlocked with hers, our deep breaths exhaled in between gasps of air.
The tentacle that had emerged from my butt plug now curled itself once against itself. The section of the tentacle where it folded itself onto itself pressed itself against my opening. My pussy was eager to accept the slime-coated tendril within me. My reward from my Master.
With the doubled-over length of the tentacle within me, that left the tip of the tentacle still floating in the air. It began to extend itself towards Abigail's pussy that I was still fingerling. As the tentacle pulled itself through the air I could feel the length of it sliding into me first before exiting out of my vagina to reach hers. This tentacle from my plug had formed a strapon made of itself with a part of it fucking my pussy and soon Abigail's.
I withdrew my fingers from Abigail causing her to pause her onslaught of my lips for a moment. Only a moment though as the tentacle found its mark and pressed itself into Abigail's waiting orifice. I stepped as close as I could to Abigail pushing the tentacle deeper inside of her. her surprise was offset with a very vocal moan that left her mouth open. I pressed my lips to hers again and kissed her like she had imagined I would so many nights before.
I had never used a strap-on and wasn't entirely sure exactly how to handle my body. I thought back to the various men that I had fucked over the years and tried to remember how they managed. I ended up awkwardly shifting my hips and torso trying to find the correct form and rhythm.
Within a few thrusts, I figured out how to position and rock my hips. I was now pressing my tentacle dick deep inside of Abigail and shifting my hips back to pull its length almost fully out of her before plunging it back in. With each thrust I performed the tentacle that was in me would withdraw itself and then plunge back into me as well. It was like the live tentacle strapon was fucking us both at the same time.
The tentacle may have positioned itself inside me as if I were the wearer of the strapon but I realized that was not the case. The tentacle fucked us both, pushing and pulling itself from us. No, this was not me making love to Abigail, this was our Master fucking us both. Rewarding me for serving him and welcoming Abigail into eternal bliss.
Abigail's moans shifted to euphoric screams that she directed into the small of my neck. Somewhat muffling them, but the shower and locker room walls echoed them back at us. I pressed my body against her warm skin as we continued to be fucked.
Withdrawing my right hand I brought it down between our pussies. As The tentacle dick emerged from Abigail I wrapped my fingers around it. A few pumps later and my hand was coated in the slime. Pulling my chest from hers I brought that hand up and finger-painted her breasts with it. Watching her body I could see it respond to the new sensations of the slime that she had only experienced in her vagina so far.
I reached down between our legs once more wrapping around the shaft joining us and coated my hand again. This time I brought it to her face and messily rubbed the slime across her lips and surrounding face. Then I took a long lick of my hand, lapping up as much of the sweet nectar as I could. Pressing my lips to hers, I opened my mouth so that her tongue could enter. We stood there in the warm water, the locker room filling with steam as we shared the slime between each other’s mouths.
