This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences aged 18 and older. It contains explicit sexual content, mature language, and adult themes that may not be suitable for all readers.
Reader discretion is advised.
It was a bright Saturday afternoon as they wandered through their friends’ spacious new home. Every guest had been invited to tour the place on the way in — up and down the multiple floors, the study, the bedrooms, the living room, even the walk-in closets and an indoor jacuzzi. The hosts were out back greeting arrivals and working the grill while people chatted happily with them, envying the little slice of nature and the privacy their own back yard afforded.
Left alone to roam the halls of the huge brownstone, the couple climbed to the second floor to inspect the renovations their friends had bragged about. Tall ceilings, post-modern furniture, exposed brick on a few feature walls — the place felt like a New York City museum wherever you looked. They had just gotten up from testing the comfort of a new settee when she spotted a hidden bathroom tucked away, practically invisible. She decided to take a closer look, and her man followed.
It was a very cute bathroom, papered in pale green leaves and soft pink flowers, with its own flower box outside the window overlooking the city. The vanity was new — white antique marble, an ornate brass faucet. The gold-trimmed mirror was Victorian to its bones, and even the tub, an old-fashioned clawfoot, made you feel you’d stepped back in time. It didn’t take him long to point something out.
“Is that a… naked woman?” he asked, squinting at a stretch of wallpaper.
And as luck would have it, it was. The woman in the image lay smiling, Rubenesque and decadent in her curves, drawn in a very 1920s vintage style. Once they saw her, they found more: a man and woman in full congress across the ceiling, others worked into the floor tiles.
“You know, I thought this was just a cute bathroom at first,” she chuckled.
He closed the door and locked it.
“It is cute. It’s also giving me some ideas.” He looked at her, mischievous.
She gave him a lazy grin as she draped her arms over his shoulders. “Oh yeah? Like what?”
He tipped his chin at the ceiling. “Like I’d like to be doing that with you right now.”
“Oh really?” she giggled.
“Yes, really.” He stood in front of her, easing her back until her ass rested against the vanity, half perched on the cold marble of the sink.
He kissed her deeply. She broke it, laughing. “What if someone tries to use the bathroom? They might hear us.”
“Everyone’s downstairs, and there are plenty of bathrooms in this place. They’ll just think someone’s in here.” He started kissing her neck as he hitched up her long skirt.
“Couldn’t get enough this morning?” she teased.
“If we weren’t here, I’d be on round three with you in bed, making you make those pretty sounds you do when I’m fucking you the way you like it.”
“More than likely.” She smiled and kissed him deeply.
He began to unbutton his pants, sitting her properly on the marble. He worked her skirt up to her waist, slid her panties off, and slipped two fingers into her warmth.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He whispered it hot into her ear as his hardness pressed against the inside of her thigh.
“Like I can think of anything else when you’re doing this to me?”
He worked his fingers inside her and her breath left her body. He watched her face travel from anticipation into bliss, watched her get drunk on his seduction and let the feeling take over. She started making the sounds he loved — the ones she only made when she was losing herself to him. “That’s it. Soak my fingers. Get your pussy nice and ready for me, baby.” She could feel his cock thickening against her inner thigh, like torture and a promise.
Sensitive content
Her hips began to move with his fingers, her breath coming shallow. Her inner walls fluttered. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.” He kept at her, relentless, curling his fingers just right, and she let out a silent scream of ecstasy, back bowing, body rigid, soaking his hand. He added a third finger and pushed her further over the edge; she rode him through it, crying out quietly so no one outside would hear.
He watched her come apart and want more, need it, beg for it — please.
As she came slowly down, he drew his wet fingers out. She groaned at the emptiness and watched him lick them clean, savoring her. She looked at him like she wanted to devour him. He kissed her at once, letting her taste herself on his tongue, dragging his cockhead back and forth through her folds to tease her before driving in hard, to the hilt. They both gasped at the depth, and she kissed him hard, full to bursting. He gripped her hips and kept thrusting, felt the aftershocks of her last orgasm still fluttering around him, and knew how sensitive she was — so he exploited it, thumbing her clit until her whole body jumped. His thrusts were deep and unrelenting while she held on and their tongues tangled and he found the spot that made her see stars. She moaned into his mouth every time he bottomed out, and he drank down every sweet sound. He held the same rhythm, knowing exactly how close he was pushing her, and kept her there until her legs shook badly. She cried his name silently, over and over, and came a second time. Tears pricked her eyes as she kept grinding on him, milking it out.
Sensitive content
Once the fluttering of her walls settled, he got her off the vanity and, on her shaky legs, bent her over it, pressing her down to the cold marble and sliding in behind her. Her eyes rolled back as he took her from behind, deep and relentless. The obscene wet slap of it carried under the sound of the party drifting up from the yard through the open window. Watching her beautiful face in the mirror take his full length made him harder still. “More,” she whispered hoarsely. “Please, more.” She braced against the sides of the basin while he nailed her so deep he could practically feel her cervix.
“God, you’re beautiful.” He didn’t slow down. He reached under her shirt and her bra, palmed a breast and kneaded it, pinching the taut bud of her nipple hard, rolling it between his fingers while he watched her in the mirror — eyes shut, mouth gaping, face in full-blown ecstasy. Her skirt was bunched at her hips, her shirt shoved up over her bra, his hand gripping her breast, and still she took the punishing thrusts and begged for more.
“Fuck, I love watching you get fucked like this,” he groaned into her ear.
To get deeper, he hooked her right knee up onto the basin, opening her wider, and watched her lose her mind on his cock, mouthing yes over and over like a prayer.
Sensitive content
He couldn’t take any more. He stripped off his shirt, then hers, unhooked her bra, and never stopped. She was cum-drunk and he wasn’t letting up. The morning sex made it easier to last, but feeling her so tight and watching her in the mirror — watching himself fuck her into that state — was practically too much. He was watching his own porn, starring himself and his woman, and feeling every inch of it at once. Her chest was flat against the cold marble now, her back arched under him, and holding back was getting harder by the second.
Suddenly the bathroom door handle began to jiggle.
“Hello, is anyone in there?”
They both stopped and looked at each other — her chest pressed into the marble, topless, while he stayed bottomed out inside her pussy. Then he started to move again, slow grinding strokes, and kissed her shoulder.
She pushed back against him, grinding to meet him, forcing his cock deeper, and he watched her fight to hold it together, biting her lip — matching his audacity.
She collected herself just long enough to call out, “Someone’s in here!” — and raised her ass higher to meet each grind while she did it.
“Are you gonna be long?” the woman on the other side of the door asked.
“Yeah, I’m sorry.” He started to laugh quietly, still grinding in her, throwing off her train of thought entirely.
Sensitive content
“Okay, there should be another bathroom around here somewhere.” Footsteps retreated down the hall.
He laughed once it was clear the woman had gone. “Shhhh.” She giggled. “She might not have gone too far.”
“Now where were we?” He thrust hard into her from behind, and her face crossed instantly back over into the exquisite sensation of his cock taking her, eyes closed, savoring it.
“God, fuck, I’m close,” he confessed, groaning as he drove into her. He slowed but drilled deeper, and she whimpered with every thrust.
“Come on, baby, give me another one. Drench my cock.”
She turned her face to find him and begged to be kissed. He obliged without breaking rhythm. They kissed deeply while he rubbed her clit, and she began to wriggle. “Oh — oversensitive, I see.” He kept claiming her mouth, whispering against her ear, “Look in the mirror. Look how pretty you are when you take my cock.” He thrust hard and made her gasp.
“I think we’re going to need to invest in a mirror like this. What do you think?” He drove his hips into her ass, bottoming out, his balls slapping her clit with every stroke. The wet sounds went obscene as she climbed toward a third orgasm.
“I think that’s a great idea — but only if you intend on fucking me like this every single time we walk past it together. Don’t want a beautiful opportunity like that going to waste.”
He growled it into her ear. “Oh baby, you know me so well.”
Sensitive content
He held her hips hard with one hand and worked her clit with the other until she stifled a scream and bit her own fist. He tilted her hips just so, and she gasped audibly, back arching. He quickened, knowing she was about to crest, fucking her from behind and watching her in the mirror as she came again — and he didn’t stop. His own was close, and he wanted to shove her over the edge toward a fourth. His rhythm sharpened, his thrusts turning punishingly deep. He wanted to flood her, wanted her walking around the rest of the party full and dripping with him, and wanted to get her home later and make her properly scream his name while he made her come again and again. The thought, and the sight of her eyes glazed in the mirror, her hands pushing back against the glass for more friction, made him drive harder. His body stiffened and he thrust a few more times, spilling hot ropes of his seed as deep as he could put them. He watched her in the mirror as she came once more, with him this time, through the wild hard slam of his hips.
He stayed inside her, kissing her, not wanting to pull out — until his softening cock slipped free on its own. A thin trickle of his milk ran down her inner thigh, her still gaping from him.
Sensitive content
He tore off some toilet paper and wiped it away, loving the view of his seed oozing out of her creamed pie. As he cleaned her up he pushed two fingers back into her pussy, and she mewled her approval. He worked his cum back inside, making sure she had plenty of him to carry through the rest of the party. He kissed her inner thighs, her ass, her back, and helped her sit on the closed toilet lid while he got her back into her panties, bra, and shirt. Then he washed his hands and helped with her hair before putting himself back together.
Sensitive content
“Does this mean we’ve christened their bathroom?” she chuckled.
“I think they beat us to the punch.” He pointed at the ceiling, at the inspired couple who’d started all this.
She giggled.
“You’re going to have to help me walk. My legs barely work after what you just did to me,” she whispered.
He grinned. “We may need to invest in a wheelchair, because I plan on finishing the job tonight.”
