Mommy's Love Denied 7 - Sex Stories

Mommy's Love Denied 7

... grabbed the soap and rubbed it up and down the sides of my body. Soapy water flowed down and reached my butt. My butt cheeks were so wide that it caught the soapy water and guided it the centre of my ass crack. It tickled my inner crack so much. I then stuck out my ass rubbing the soap foam all over my big bulbus cheeks and wiggled it playfully for my 'cyber-lover' out the window. I looked between my legs while I did it. Little Ryan didn't seem to be looking. He just had his eyes on his laptop computer and his smart-phone. I looked towards part of the window where I was hoping to at least see the figure of a man. But a saw nothing. I sighed in frustration and shook my ass more playfully; giving the guy even more of a show as water ran down my body. I was rewarding 36-year-old Rhyno's mysteriousness. The phone beeped and I read it with my face wedged against the shower wall. "Keep wiggling it 'fat butt'! Give me a funny show!" The text read. I squealed and squirmed when I saw those words. At that very moment I didn't have a care in the world except playing 'Rhyno's' orgasm game. I bent over further and wedged my head against the wet shower wall even harder. I then proceeded to wiggle my big ass harder and faster; poking it out of the shower cubicle and shaking it in an obscene way for my wonderful 'Rhyno' to see and laugh at me; and perhaps get off over it too. Just keep your eyes on your computer and phone little Ryan, I thought. As I did these obvious things; bending over ...

... and gyrating my big soapy ass in front of my 'internet cyber lover' who was apparently outside the room window; and a innocent teen looking at his technology; I thought back to the memories I had when I was in highschool. High-School was a time of my life of great humiliation. So much so that it was the origin of me developing my fetish that 'Rhyno' indulges for me online and sends me through addictive humiliating orgasms. That's right, I'm a humiliation junky, a sexual masochist that loves mental and verbal abuse. I wasn't always this way. I was brought up as a regular, innocent and good looking girl with blonde pig-tails. A hair style quite popular for young girls at the time. My fetish didn't manifest itself until a traumatic and humiliating event in school. I had an important speech due for my literature assessment and had practiced all week for it. I wasn't a very good public speaker; especially then. So I was so nervous. Anyway, the hour of reckoning happened and I was in front of my entire literature class. I had carefully planned my speech to last for five minutes. I was actually doing quite well. I researched information from many sources and I had lots of content to talk about. The lady teacher to my right was looking at me rather impressed. The classroom in front of me had mixed emotions. Some were eagerly looking at me to see if I would screw up somehow. Others had their heads slouched on the palms of their hands; daydreaming my speech away. I actually preferred if ...