Protagonist! Please Stay Away from Me 2!-Chapter 48: Office’s Bathroom (R18)

Tina scooped me up from the desk, my body still quivering from the onslaught, cum trickling down my worshipped legs.

Sex has integrated itself into my life completely. I don’t think that I can work properly now without having sex, acting as a fuel.

"Carry me the bathroom, Tina," I whined. The whole scene looked like as if I was some coquettish girlfriend, who’s demanding her lover to take her into the bathroom.

She carried me effortlessly to the adjoining executive bathroom—a marble palace with a rain shower bigger than my old bedroom, multiple jets, a handheld hose, and a stocked cabinet of indulgences. Although, Tina’s mansion has a bigger bathroom than this.

Steam fogged the mirrors as she flicked on the hot water, then rummaged in a drawer for a fresh silicone ball gag—black, ridged for extra stretch—and a pair of silver nipple clamps with vibrating remotes.

"Are you going to gag me?"

"You don’t want anyone to hear your moans, do you? What if someone comes into my office?"

"What will happen if someone really comes?"

"They will hear me fucking your brains out, turning you into my slut."

"Fine... just gag me, okay?" I blushed as I glared at her angrily.

"Open wide, my filthy addict," she purred, buckling the gag tight, drool bubbling immediately as it forced my mouth into a perfect O. She clipped the clamps on next, the bite drawing a muffled yelp, then hit the remote—low buzz igniting fire in my tits.

Naked under the pounding rain shower, she pinned me to the slick tiled wall, cold porcelain shocking my heated skin. Hot water alternated with icy blasts from a side jet, goosebumps erupting as she tormented me—tongue spearing past the gag for messy, possessive kisses, hands ruthless: twisting the clamps higher, spanking my ass to blooming welts that stung under the spray.

"Love seeing you like this—gagged, clamped, dripping for me," she growled, grabbing ice cubes from a mini-fridge bucket, trailing them over my clamped nipples, down my belly, circling my clit until I thrashed.

For bondage, she looped the detachable showerhead hose around my wrists, securing them high overhead to a built-in hook—arms stretched, body fully exposed and arched.

Water cascaded like a waterfall over my bound form as she dropped to her knees, worshipping anew—hoisting one leg over her shoulder, tongue diving into my folds with feral laps, sucking my clit like candy while three fingers curled deep in my pussy.

The hose-vibe rattled faintly against my bonds, amplifying every twitch. She edged me mercilessly—building to the brink, then stopping, blowing cold air or slapping my thighs. "Not yet. Beg with those eyes."

Ass play next: slick with shower gel, a lubed finger circled my tight ring, pressing in slow alongside the pussy-filling ones, double-penetrating me until stars burst.

Nipple vibes cranked to high, ice melting on my skin, hot jets pummelling my back—she devoured my screams, muffled into wet gurgles. Finally, I released—I exploded, squirting arcs that mixed with the water, legs buckling against my restraints as she milked every shudder.

Undoing the hose bonds, she spun me chest-to-wall, ass out. Cock rigid and steaming, she teased my ass first—head nudging my hole shallowly before slamming full into my pussy, the stretch obscene under the deluge.

Hips fucking me brutally, slap-slap-slap echoing, one hand yanking gag straps, the other alternating clit-rubs and clamp-tugs. "Cum on it—wreck yourself," she snarled, edging her own release until we synced—me gushing endlessly, her flooding my depths with pulse after pulse of thick cum.

Still hard and insatiable, she unbuckled the gag roughly, tossing it aside. "Kneel, sweetheart—your mouth is next. Gonna paint you with my cum."

I dropped on my knees in the steaming puddle, water sheeting over us, she gripped my hair, feeding her slick cock past my lips. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking deep as she face-fucked steadily—throat bulging, gags turning to slurps, drool cascading like the shower.

She hauled me up—standing against the wall, head tilted back, her thrusting upward into my mouth while pinning my arms, balls smacking my chin rhythmically.

"Deeper, swallow it whole," she demanded, water rinsing the mess only for more to spill.

With effortless strength hoisting me upside-down, legs over her shoulders, my mouth impaled downward on her cock like a piledriver—gravity aiding the deepthroat, blood rushing to my head as she pumped, vibes from clamps humming through my inverted world.

She bent over the vanity desk, ass up, her railing my throat from behind in the mirror’s reflection—watching my eyes water, tits swinging clamped and buzzing. "Here it comes—first load down your throat." She erupted, thick ropes blasting straight down, forcing me to gulp convulsively, excess bubbling out.

But she wasn’t spent—milking the last drops onto my face for a glossy facial, streaks across cheeks and lips. More cum play—she scooped globs, smearing it over my clamped nipples like lotion, then painted my thighs with pearly lines, rubbing it into my skin.

"Lick it clean, especially your divine thighs," she ordered, feeding fingers coated in our mixed mess back into my mouth, then dipping down to lap her own seed from my body herself—tongue swirling clamped tits, sucking cum from my folds, sharing sloppy kisses laced with salt.

Gently now, she removed the clamps, cradling my cum-glazed face under the warm rinse, thumbs tracing my swollen lips. "Sharon... be my girlfriend. Officially. Mine, forever. Please—agree, Sharon. I am starting to love you."

Panting, throat raw and blissed-out, I smiled through the mess. "Yes, Tina. I agree—I’m yours completely. I will be your girlfriend—forever." Thank you, Tina—for making my plan successful.

She kissed me deeply, water mingling with our tastes, then wrapped me in a heated towel, drying us both with tender swipes that lingered on my sensitive skin. As she pulled me close on the plush bath mat, her cock softening against my thigh, a sudden thought bubbled up—innocent curiosity amid the afterglow.

"Tina, what would happen if I become pregnant?" I asked innocently, tracing circles on her chest, eyes wide.

She chuckled low, a predatory gleam sparking as she rolled us so I straddled her lap, hands cupping my ass possessively.

"Pregnant? Oh, sweetheart..." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper, fingers dipping between my legs to stir the fresh cum still leaking from me. "I’d breed you full every night—pump this perfect pussy until it swells with our baby. Your tits would get even bigger, heavy and leaking for me to suck dry." She pinched a nipple, drawing a gasp, then ground her reviving hardness against my slick folds. "I’d worship your changing body—fuck you slow and deep, legs spread wide around that belly, claiming you as my knocked-up girlfriend. No one touches what’s mine, especially not with my seed taking root."

"Really?"

Her words ignited fresh heat, pussy clenching emptily as she teased my entrance. "Scared? Or turned on?" she murmured, nipping my neck.

"Turned on," I admitted breathlessly, rocking against her.

"Good girl. Let’s practice more."

"You won’t let me go, will you?"

"No, I will never let you go, Sharon."