Chapter 1: Shower Head 1

Shower Head

 

By Ivaran Kealar

 

1.

 

Meet Anna Goodwin, a slim woman in her late twenties that worked as a Paralegal. She used to live with her sister, Lena – but they fell out years ago. She had hazel eyes; was five foot five inches tall; and had wispy, cherry hair. Ever since she had discovered her body (so to speak) she always used bath and shower time as an excuse to satisfy her needs.

Every Saturday night she would make quite a session out of it: she’d take her clothes off, run water from the shower, soap up, and she’d abuse the shower head – just to pleasure herself. However, she wasn’t that gentle with the shower head. She’d violently yank it off its hold. She’d use it to massage her breasts (which she loved) then she’d use it on her pussy, slowly; and she’d deafen the house with her moans of longing.

If the shower wasn’t spouting the water probably, Goodwin would angrily bash its head against the wall. She would abuse it and almost break it. When it worked fine, she would use it to wash her lovely cherry red hair. And she would smile. Goodwin would have a warm feeling, knowing that not only could the shower head clean her, that she could force it to satisfy her.

Goodwin was sitting on her burgundy couch drinking some red wine. She was wearing nothing bed a purple bathrobe.

Her living room contained posters of lengthy shower heads. She had a white rug, a blue carpet, a black TV, and a stereo system. She was smiling to herself, while reading a fashion magazine. It was Saturday night: Shower night. It was an hour to go for her wash, and she was excited. Of course, she could’ve gone now, but she was a methodical person.

Suddenly the phone rang.

Goodwin answered, “Hello?”

“Hi, Anna, it’s me!”

“Oh, hello, Sophie,” she said, lacking enthusiasm.

Sophie was her best friend. They had known each other for fifteen years. Usually, Goodwin would greet her with more enthusiasm, but her friend was hindering the special time.

“So, what do I owe the pleasure of your call?”

“I wanted to know what you were up to, and if you fancied going out for a drink?”

“No, not tonight, I’m going to take a shower in a minute.”

Sophie knew exactly what her friend meant by that. She was silent.

“Are you still there?”

“Yeah, I forgot that you took your… shower tonight,” Sophie stammered. “Um, I’m sorry to have disturbed you.”

“No worries. However, I can have a drink on Monday night. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, but it’ll have to be in the morning, if you don’t mind?”

“Sure. Usual café...?”

“... Waterfall? Yes. Bye for now!” Sophie hung up.

Goodwin returned the phone back on the stand.

An hour flew right by and Goodwin was in her bathroom, taking a shower. The cool water flowed smoothly from the shower head, spitting on Goodwin’s perfect, bare physique. She held a bar of soap in her right hand, in which she used to rub all over her naked body.

“Mmm,” she moaned with delight.

She loved rubbing her breasts with the creamy bar of soap; paying closer attention to caressing the nipples in a slow, sensual, and circular, motion. She released a deep sigh. Goodwin returned the soap. It was time to take advantage of her favourite sex toy.

Her fingers and thumb slowly wrapped around the neck, holding it firmly. She imagined she was holding a guy’s hard cock. She yanked it off of the holding frame.

The shower head itself was surprisingly long; its head was thick, the hose neck was long like a snake, and the hole in the middle of the face looked almost like an eye. The best thing about this shower head: not only was it long, but it also vibrated.

Goodwin pretended that it was forced to watch, as she used it for her own naughty needs.

She placed it on her right breast; she felt the vibration caressing her nipple. She let out a long, deep sigh. She started rubbing in a very slow circular motion, covering every inch of her soft wet breast. She even applied gentle pressure as she did this.

“Ooh,” she whined.

She smiled widely.

She lay down in the tub; alternating between rubbing her right breast, and fondling her left.

Her legs squirmed about, lazily, and her feet rubbed against the inner walls of the tub. She was breathing hard and moaning. She guided the shower head down her stomach, along the inner thigh of her right leg, and was whimpering deeply; for she knew where she was about to guide it.

Goodwin moved the shower head onto the lips of her pussy.

Her cries of joy increased, “Uh!”

She increased rubbing speed.

“Oh! Oh! Oh yeah! Oh Yeah...!”

She inserted some of the bulky object inside of her, and began thrusting it back and forth.

“Oh fuck!” Her song-like groans peaked in volume. “Oh baby, baby. Aw Yes! Yes! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Oh, God, Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Her body shuddered, she climaxed, and she lost grip of the shower head.

The shower head, physically abused, fell aside.

“Oh, baby! Ooh!”

Goodwin’s legs finished quivering. She panted hard, out of breath. Her arms lay on either side of her hips. Her head rested on its side, facing towards the left of the tub.

“Mmm,” she purred. She had a huge, wide-mouthed grin spread across her face.

The shower head was squirted out its water, and it stared at her with malice…

 

 

2.

 

That Monday, Goodwin and her friend, Sophie, were in a café. Goodwin was wearing her blue jeans, a green turtleneck sweater and a pair of green pumps. She was enjoying an iced latte.

Sophie was 22 years old, and only five feet. She had wispy straw hair and icy blue eyes. She was wearing an orange skirt, orange converse trainers and a T-shirt with a puppy on. She was a tad chubby, and known to be vanilla. Her office was not too far from where Goodwin worked.

The two women were catching up on current events.

“So, how’ve you been?” Sophie asked with glee.

Goodwin’s face was beaming “I’ve been very good, thank you, how about you?”

“Yeah, I'm good thanks. Have you been working out or something? You look tired.”

“...In a manner of speaking.”

“What do you mean?”

Goodwin made an indication with her eyebrows.

Sophie looked totally disgusted. “You’ve been using your shower head again?”

Goodwin nodded. She has no shame about it.

“Ugh! I hate the way you mistreat that poor thing!”

“Mistreat it,” repeated Goodwin. “I’m not mistreating it! If it was a guy, he’d love it!”

 “Yeah, but with guys, I’d assumed you’d been gentle.”

“Guys can’t get me off as well, compared to my shower head!”

“I just don’t think it’s fair how much you misuse that poor thing,” said Sophie.

Goodwin rolled her eyes.

“Anyway, I guess it’s none of my business,” Sophie added, with a sigh, and then she stood up. “I have to go, Anna. It was nice to see you again.” She then walked towards the bus stop.

Goodwin shook her head. She finished her coffee and left.

 

 

3.

 

Goodwin headed back home, and she had felt a tad frustrated.

‘Mistreating it? It's an inanimate object, a tool. It doesn’t feel pain,’ she thought.

She pretended that the shower head enjoyed it, and it encouraged her to abuse it even more.

“Hypocrite, pretending to be innocent,” she hissed. “I’ll bet she does something similar!”

She decided to take another shower.

Goodwin was soaping up her naked body. She didn’t feel like abusing the shower head that night, she just cared about getting clean and feeling refreshed. She did occasionally look at her shower head, during her wash, and she gave it such a seductive smile.

The shower head stared back at her…

 

 

4.

 

Tuesday finally arrived:

Goodwin was sitting on her couch, clad in her favourite bathrobe.

She had thought about what her friend had said.

“I won’t stop using it, it’s my favourite sex toy,” she said aloud.

 

 

5.

 

Goodwin went to the bathroom, and had filled the bathtub with soothing warm water. She was flustered, and wanted to calm herself down the only way how; by bathing.

She locked the door, not wanting anyone to disturb her. She even went as far as unplugging her house phone, and turning off her mobile phone.

Goodwin slunk out of her bathrobe, climbed inside the tub, and slowly lay down.

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She felt the loving embrace of the water on her skin.

Goodwin closed her eyes, as she rubbed the water on her arms and her thighs. Goodwin opened her eyes; she looked up at the shower head: it was still attached to its grip.

“Hope you have nothing planned on Saturday,” she told it.

The shower head glared at her.

Goodwin held onto the handles of the tub, closed her eyes, and she lay back. She smiled to herself. She hummed in delight and enjoyed the silence of her sanctuary.

Splash!

Goodwin opened her eyes in alarm.

The shower head had fallen off its grip: It landed in the water, in between her thighs.

The shower head floated around faced down.

Goodwin grinned seductively, and joked, “Can’t you wait until Saturday?”

Something then felt strange, as she let go of the handles... Her wrists were stuck to the tub. In fact, it had felt like invisible tendrils had wrapped around her wrists, and were forcing them to be stuck to the inner walls of the tub. She pulled and pulled – but they were stuck fast.

“What-what’s going on?” Goodwin cried. “Why can’t I break free?”

Goodwin felt faint. She couldn’t help but cry. She felt a weird feeling in her chest. She felt frustrated that her escape was impossible. She trembled uncontrollably. Her heart raced in her chest. She found it difficult to breathe properly. Goodwin started sweating profusely. Her legs felt weak – unresponsive. She thought she was going to die in here. She thought she was going to drown. She couldn’t get to her phone. No one could save her now. Her fate was sealed.

Then, the water in the tub started draining.

She started to panic and tried breaking free… but it was all in vain.

Goodwin cried in terror, “Ah!”

The tub was now completely drained.

The shower head rose in the air, and it moved towards her.

Goodwin looked petrified.

The shower head moved to her face, it stared at her

She just stared back, still wide-eyed and expectant.

It squirted her in the face with its water, briefly.

“Ah,” she screamed. She closed her eyes tightly.

The shower head squirted cold water on her right nipple.

She panted and squealed. Although she was upset, she felt strangely aroused.

The shower head moved towards her vagina and shot its cold water directly on it.

Goodwin let out a deep moan. She slowly opened her eyes.

Tendrils then wrapped around her hands, and tied her fingers and thumbs to the handles.

Goodwin continued to watch the shower head.

It then fell on her right breast, with some force – causing her to cough loudly.

“Am I dreaming this,” she croaked. “This can’t be real – this is a nightmare!”

Then, the shower head vibrated on her right nipple; it stroked it in a tortoise-like motion.

Goodwin closed her eyes and breathed hard.

The shower head fondled her left breast.

Goodwin panted. She felt the object apply some pressure.

The shower head moved all around; it alternated between both of her breasts.

Goodwin lowered her defences and soon became enticed.

“Oh, yeah,” she moaned, “don’t stop!”

The shower head stopped. It rose in the air again and stared at her.

“No! Don’t stop,” Goodwin begged, “please! Keep going!”

It squirted water in her face again.

“Ah,” she screamed. She coughed once and gasped as her eyes closed.

It then vibrated, moving downwards; it briefly rubbed the lips of Goodwin’s clitoris.

She attempted to open her eyes again, and tried looking up at the shower head.

The shower head hovered near her pussy.

Goodwin’s heart raced. She was both partially frightened, and extremely horny. She could’ve sworn she heard it hiss at her, like an angry serpent.

She nervously asked, “What-what-what are you going to do to me?”

Wham!

Goodwin groaned, loudly, “Uh!”

She threw her head back, lying on the floor of the bathtub.

Her eyes closed again, she released some rhapsodic pants and whines.   

Tendrils then wrapped around her neck, keeping her head pinned to the bottom of the tub.

The bulky shower head moved back-and-forth and stimulated Goodwin’s G-spot.

Goodwin panted hard. Her mouth formed a wide smile. She moaned incoherently.

Goodwin’s legs quivered, and thrashed about. Her feet rubbed against the inner walls of the tub, and her toes curled. Her arms shook, her grip loosened, she felt her body quake intensely.

Goodwin moaned, “Make me come! Make me come! I wanna come! I wanna come! Fuck yes! Oh crap! Oh shit! Oh, Christ! Oh, Jesus! Oh, God! Oh, Lord! Oh, baby! Oh, Daddy! Yes! Yes!

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Give it to me! Give it to me! Dominate me! Dominate me! Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Keep going, Daddy! Keep going, Daddy! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh crap! Yes! Fuck me!

“You’re the best baby! You’re wonderful! No one can fuck like you! You’re better than any man I’ve ever slept with! Fuck, you get me so wet! You feel so fucking great inside of me!

“Oh, God...! Oh, Christ...! I can feel it...! I’m almost there...! Don’t stop...! Please...!”

Goodwin stopped shaking. Her body abated. Her orgasmic juices squirted out of her.

The shower head briefly stopped. It then delved deeper and deeper into her wet pussy. Soon, the shower head reached her posterior fornix. It waited for its brethren to complete the process.

Tendrils then coiled around Goodwin’s ankles, thighs, legs, and her arms.

Goodwin was now completely pinned against the inner walls of the tub.

Then, the long flannel went over Goodwin’s eyes and blindfolded her.

A bar of soap crawled onto Goodwin’s body and rubbed her nipples.

Goodwin’s head tossed from side-to-side. She whimpered and whined.

The shower head finally moved to and fro, and abused Goodwin’s posterior fornix.

Goodwin chanted, “Oh, Christ! Oh god that feels so amazing, baby! You’re a stud, honey! You’re the best! Don’t stop! Give it to me! Fuck me all night long! I can take it! Yes! Fuck yes!

“God, you’re so good at this, baby! You’re bloody awesome, love! Give it all to me, baby! Tell me you love me! Tell me I’m hot! Tell me you love fucking me! I love being fucked!

“That’s perfect! Don’t stop! You’re my Daddy! You’re my master, honey! I’m your kinky little love slave! I’m your hungry whore! I want your endless love, master! I want it badly!”

Goodwin felt the shower head shoot its water inside her pussy; it increased her orgasm. Her heart ached with excruciating pain. She got a terrible headache, her left arm went numb and she felt lightheaded. Her body convulsed: mixed in with her heart attack and a final orgasm. Yet, she was far too lost in the throes of ecstasy to notice. Instead, her orgasm just peaked.

Goodwin felt possessed by the shower head. She whimpered, “Please keep fucking me! Fuck me! Fuck me rough! Give it to me! Please fuck me real hard! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!

“I might need crutches when you’re done! Don’t stop! This is your pussy! I can handle it! I can it take! I’m your bitch! I am your slut! Do anything you want with me! Yes! Yes! Yes!

“God, that feels so good! I can’t believe you’re getting me so wet! Your cock feels amazing inside of me! Oh, I like getting screwed by you! Keep going! Don’t stop! Keep going! Fuck me!

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Give it to me! Let me have that! Turn me into your whore! Let me be your bitch! Oh shit! Oh crap! Oh fuck! Fill me up! Fill me up! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh crap!

“I want you to come so hard I can feel your dick beating inside me! I want to be fucked to death! Fuck me hard! Fuck my brains out! I’m fucking dripping wet for you! Fuck me hard!

“I don’t want you to quit, sweetheart! I don’t want you to stop fucking me like this! Keep going! Keep going! I love it! I love it! I want it! I need it! I want you! I need you! I love you!

“Pound my little pussy with your big cock! You can do everything to me! Fuck me like your precious whore! Wreck my pussy! Fuck my pussy, sweetheart! I belong to you! Oh fuck yes!

“I’m all yours! You can have me! I love feeling that big dick of yours! That dick of yours is huge! Don’t let it leave my wet pussy! My pussy feels wet for you! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

“Harder...! Harder! Harder! Faster! Faster! Faster! You make me so fucking wet! You make me feel like screaming! I love being your slut! I’m your whore! I’m your whore! Yes! Oh shit!

“Fuck me with your cock! Treat me like your sex toy, Daddy! You’re perfect for fucking me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me rough! Don’t quit screwing me, babe! Fuck me to death! Fuck me!

“Fill me with your semen! Fill me with your spunk! Shoot your entire load in my pussy! Fill me up with your sticky love juices! Fuck me with that fat cock! I want it! I need it! Fuck yes!

“Come on, baby, come on! Make me come! Make me come, baby! Make me squirt! Make me come with your massive cock! Make me come! Please make me come! Make me come!

“Ejaculate your semen in my pussy, baby! I want to feel you ejaculate inside me! I want to feel your sperm fill up my pussy. Fill me up! Fill me up so it comes out of my fucking mouth!

“Your moans sound so fucking hot! You smell so fucking wonderful! You feel so fucking soft, too! Your cock gives me such pleasure! Please don’t stop! Don’t stop! Please! Please!

“I’m your dirty little cum slut! Fuck me so hard that you hospitalize, baby! Fuck me into a coma! Give me brain damage! Oh shit! Oh crap! Oh Shit! Oh fuck! Oh! Oh crap! Oh fuck yes!

“Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh, Jesus! Oh, Jesus! Oh, Jesus! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh, Christ! Oh shit! Fuck yes! Yes! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come!

“Jesus...! Oh...! Christ...! Oh...! God...! Oh...! Yes...! Oh...! Crap...! Oh...! Baby...! Oh...! Fuck...! Oh...! Yes...! That...! Was...! Amazing...! Thank...! You...! So...! Fucking...! Much...!”

Goodwin squirted a whole torrent of cum out of her pussy. Her head rolled towards the left, resting on the bottom of the tub. Unfortunately, she had died with a paralysed smile on her face.

The shower head went into a dormant state – stuck in Goodwin’s pussy.

 

6.

 

The police found Goodwin’s nude, lifeless body in the bathtub. She had a frenzied smile on her face, there were rope burns on her limbs, and her shower head was in her pussy.

Sophie, her friend, had informed them that she loved abusing the shower head.

Unfortunately, the police chalked it up as a bizarre way of committing suicide.

 

The End

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