Wall-Mounted

The dildo was thick, matte black, realistically veined, and suctioned hard to the shower tile at the exact height she had measured with a tape twice and marked with a piece of washi tape. Lena had spent twenty minutes getting the placement right so that when she sank all the way down on it her knees would still reach the floor of the tub and her mouth would line up at the right height for him to use without either of them having to contort. The latex catsuit was already on and fully zipped—black, high-gloss, the heavy kind that needed powder and patience. It covered her from the integrated hood down to the ankle cuffs. The only openings were the one for her mouth and the crotch zipper she had left fully open. A fine dusting of powder still clung in the creases at her elbows, behind her knees, and along the underside of her tits. She had been wet since she worked the suit up over her hips and sealed it; the latex was already dark and slick between her legs from the inside.

He stood in front of her in the tub in just his jeans, belt already undone, barefoot on the mat. She looked up at him through the oval eye holes of the hood. The suit shone under the bathroom light. She reached back with one gloved hand, gripped the thick base of the dildo to steady it, and lowered herself onto it. The broad head stretched her open. She took it slow, breathing through it, inch by inch, until she was seated fully and the long, thick shaft filled her completely. A low, shaky sound escaped her through the mouth opening. She stayed there for a moment, adjusting to the stretch and the depth, cunt clenching around the toy, then leaned forward as far as the angle allowed and opened her mouth.

He pushed his jeans and briefs down. His cock was already hard, flushed, a bead of pre-come at the tip. He stepped closer and fed it to her. She took the head first, tongue working slow circles on the underside, then sank down as far as the position let her. Spit ran immediately down his shaft and onto the glossy latex covering her chest. Every time she bobbed her head she rocked her hips on the dildo. The suction cup held firm against the tile. The thick toy dragged against her walls and pressed deep enough that she felt it in her stomach. She moaned around his cock, the sound wet and muffled by latex and flesh. The vibration made him throb on her tongue.

He put one hand on the back of her hooded head, fingers spread for grip on the slick material, and fucked her mouth in short, steady strokes. She took it, relaxing her throat, spit bubbling at the corners of the mouth hole. Her own hips moved in small circles at first, then longer rolls, riding the dildo while she sucked him. The latex creaked and squeaked with every motion. Pre-come and spit mixed and ran down her chin onto the suit in shiny streaks. She reached between her legs with her free gloved hand and rubbed her clit in tight circles through the open zipper, the dual sensation making her thighs start to shake. She came the first time hard, with his cock deep in her throat and the dildo buried to the base inside her, cunt clenching rhythmically around the toy, a broken, vibrating noise around him that he felt all the way to his balls.

He did not pull out. He kept using her mouth in the same rhythm while she rode through the aftershocks, hips jerking. When she could breathe properly again she set a harder pace—rising until only the head of the dildo remained inside her, then dropping back down so it filled her completely—while she sucked him sloppy and deep, spit stringing from her lips to his cock every time she pulled off to gasp for air. He watched the way the latex stretched tight across her ass and the way the thick black toy disappeared into her and reappeared shining with her wetness. She came a second time, louder even through the suit, legs trembling hard enough that she had to brace both hands on his thighs, and he followed her. He pulled out at the last second and came across the shiny black hood and into the open mouth underneath in thick, heavy stripes. Some landed on the latex and ran down; some landed on her tongue. She licked what she could reach and kept riding, slower now, grinding.

He stayed hard. The sight of her did it. She stayed fully seated on the dildo, breathing hard through her nose, the suit shining with spit and streaks of his come. He fed his cock back between her lips and she took it eagerly while she ground down in slow, deep circles that made the suction cup creak against the tile. The third time she came she had both gloved hands braced on his thighs and the toy so deep she swore she could feel the shape of it, cunt pulsing hard around it while she swallowed around his cock. He came again, this time down her throat in long pulses, and she swallowed every one while her body shook. Afterward she stayed seated on the dildo, not moving off it, chest rising and falling under the latex, hood and chest streaked and shining. He crouched in front of her in the tub and wiped a thick streak of come from the hood with his thumb, then pushed the thumb into her open mouth. She sucked it clean, tongue working, eyes on his through the holes.

“Again,” she said. Her voice was hoarse and muffled by the suit. “But this time you hold my head with both hands and don’t let me pull off until you’ve come twice more. I want to feel it in my throat the whole time I’m full of the toy. And don’t let me up even if I gag.”

He nodded. She rose up on the dildo until she was almost off it, the thick head stretching her entrance, then sank back down with a wet, obscene sound until she was stuffed full again. He gripped both sides of the hood firmly and pushed his already-hardening cock back between her lips. She opened for him immediately. The latex creaked under his hands. The suction cup held against the tile. Spit and come already shone on both of them. Neither of them reached for the shower handle yet. They had time. He held her head exactly as she had asked and used her mouth while she rode the dildo through two more orgasms of her own. He came down her throat the first time and across the inside of the hood and her tongue the second. By the end the latex around her mouth was soaked, her thighs were shaking too hard to keep a steady rhythm, and she was still full of the toy. He finally helped her lift off it. The dildo left her slowly, shining. She stayed on her knees in the tub, hood streaked, and told him to leave the suit on her while he fucked her properly on the bath mat. He did. The suction cup stayed on the wall, waiting.