Available For Rent Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

Available For Rent Ch. 06

... with the mascara. Her mouth was open and she was quietly panting, but to the camera that had suddenly flicked to green, she probably looked normal. I heard her give a frustrated little moan. I was beyond even that.

Without speaking, I walked out of her bathroom, out of her room and into my own. One glance into my bathroom and it was obvious that the modern oval basin was no use to me. I went in, looked around. I saw the fittings with new eyes. I saw the shower head, fixed to the ceiling, which I had only thought of as big and luxurious before, but now i realised that there would be no way to detach it and point it at my throbbing labia and clit to get intense relief. I saw now as well that the basin and bath taps were a kind of tortuous joke on me. They were long, thick levers, tapering up to bulbous chrome heads, to which I had only given the most passing thought before. They looked like cocks. The basin ones were almost at my chest height, impossible to get anywhere near.

But the bath ones, I saw now, were at a perfect height. I could stand in the bath and with only a little adjustment, could feel a cool round chrome knob against me, could slide it over the hot wet lips of my pussy, and could impale myself on it. The thought of rubbing my deprived inner walls with that hard full shape took hold of my mind. I was shaking. I had to do it.

A brief glance at the camera on the wall to check it was red, and I slid my knickers off. It was obvious that the camera was ...

... positioned so that there would be no way of hiding what I was doing. Most of them were near the ceiling but this one was lower down on the wall next to the bath. I had thought that it was designed to catch me on the toilet. I'd developed a habit of using the toilet in the dark as a result, though i knew really that he could control the lights remotely. But it had never gone green at those times. If it flicked to green, the view would be of me standing in the bath, with the image showing somewhere around my waist down to my mid-thighs, with that huge lever inserted deep into my vagina. The way I felt at the moment, there would be no going back. Once that thing slid into me, I would be pumping up and down on it until I got the release I needed. The eyes at the other end, whether they were his or someone else's, would see me using that lever as I'd dreamed of using his cock. And it was against the rules to come without permission. I'd already been punished once. Could I take it again?

The trouble was... right now, the punishment was something I'd been fantasising about ever since I'd experienced it. The thought of having him fuck my arse again was not putting me off doing what I needed to do now.

I climbed into the bath, put a hand against the wall, one foot up on the edge, and turned the lever a fraction until it was against my labia. Oh God that cool metal curve. I teased myself, curling my hips up and forward so that it slid from just under my clit to just at my entrance, ...