1. The Golden Shower Virgin Part 2: Anya’s Bottom…


    Date: 2/15/2016, Categories: Fetish, Author: RayneDor, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    all winked and guttered together but the brightness of their combined flames was muted and softened by the thick clouds of steam in the room. As always, when we had bathroom sex, Anya prepared the room by running the hot water for a good fifteen minutes beforehand and here, in our new house, with both the shower and the bath tap running at full blast, the atmosphere was dense thick with roiling vapor. Anya appeared almost wraithlike in the steamy gloom and I could feel the sweat already rising on my brow as I stepped inside. Anya bid me close the door. ‘Advance’ she commanded me. I stepped into the center of the room, the tiles cold against my feet, and Anya planted herself in front of me, one hand resting negligently on her hip. In her other hand, I saw, she held a thin leather belt folded into a loop. ‘And how will you worship your Queen?’ she asked me. She reached out with the belt and dangled it over my erection, allowing it to play teasingly along the top of the shaft. ‘With this meagre little wand, perhaps?’ I really had no idea what sort of answer was required and I just swallowed hard as the delightful sensations in my cock sent shivers up my spine. Anya’s gaze hardened at my silence and with a sudden jerk of her wrist she snapped the head of my penis sharply with the belt. It hurt … believe me it hurt, but the pain was intensely exciting at the same time. ‘Well?’ she demanded. ‘Is that what you were thinking?’ She seemed about to fetch me another blow and I quickly ...
    managed to stammer a reply. ‘Uh… Uh, yes? My, my Queen…’ Queen Anya laughed out loud and then slipped her other hand around my balls, cupping them briefly before sliding her fingers in a gentle caress along the shaft. ‘We’ll see…’ she said. She suddenly looped the belt around my waist and fastened it tightly. Gripping the front around the buckle she pulled me further into the gloom until we were before the toilet. There was a towel folded on the floor just a foot or so in front of the bowl. Again, she grasped my cock, holding it almost tenderly. ‘Are you ready to show your devotion to me, mortal?’ she asked in a sibilant whisper. She began to move her hand back and forth along my cock. ‘Are you ready to use your mouth in worship? I half-moaned a reply of assent and shivered as she squeezed the pulsing base of my shaft. ‘With your mouth to my bottom?’ she continued. ‘Will you put your mouth against my asshole to show your devotion? Will you taste my ass?’ Oh God…. The way she put the questions made my knees weak with intense horniness. At that moment I would have done anything she demanded. ‘Yes… yes, my Queen’ I rasped hoarsely. She nodded and pointed to the towel. ‘Kneel in supplication, then’ she ordered. I did as I was bid and Anya stepped in front of me facing the toilet, the tips of her toes on either side of the pedestal. She stood there silently for a moment so that I could gaze upon the dark shadow of her ass crevice through the whisper thin strip of gossamer. A moment ...
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