It's a Tuesday morning. You wake up and realize you've overslept. Your eyes immediately find the clock, and a jolt of panic shoots through you. The meeting. The one you've been preparing for all week.

The room is still wrapped in the soft light of early morning. Outside, distant traffic hums to life as the city begins another day. The sheets are warm from sleep, for a moment you're tempted to stay exactly where you are.

You glance beside you and see me sleeping peacefully. My breathing is slow and steady, untouched by the urgency that has suddenly taken hold of you. A faint smile touches your lips.

For a few precious seconds, the pressure of the day fades away. There is only the quiet comfort of home, the familiar scent of clean linen, and the feeling of being exactly where you belong.

You get out of bed, naked, your cock glistening with precum, and you look at me sleeping peacefully, one tit exposed.

You sigh and think to yourself, "I want to fuck her, but I can't. I need to get ready for work."

You walk to the bathroom, open the shower door, and turn the tap on. The sound of the water wakes me. I reach across to feel your body and realize, you're in the shower.

I smile to myself, imagining the water cascading down your body, your cock full of your seed, and I take a slow walk towards the bathroom.

When I reach the shower door, I open it slightly—enough for you to see me. A cloud of warm steam escapes through the gap and brushes against my skin. The scent of your body wash fills the air, clean and familiar. I sit on the floor and open my legs. You glance over your shoulder and smile at me, water running down your face and shoulders.

"Baby, I know what you're thinking, but I have to get ready quickly. I can't help you, my love," you say to me.

Your voice is warm and slightly amused, almost drowned out by the steady rush of water.

"I didn't ask you to do anything. I'm just watching you. Carry on, babe. Don't worry about me," I respond in a sensual voice.

The bathroom feels smaller somehow, filled with steam and anticipation.

My legs wide open, I watch as you rub soap all over your body, your hair soaked with water. The droplets glisten on your skin before disappearing down the curves of your muscles and into the drain. The sound of your hands moving across your body mixes with the rhythmic patter of water against the tiles.

I touch my tits, cupping my breast and smiling at you. My eyes never waver.

I move my hand slowly towards my pussy. Already wet with desire, I rub it and lick my fingers to taste myself. The air feels heavy around me, warm from the shower and thick with tension.

I start touching my clit. You are drawn to the sound of my moans. They echo softly off the tiled walls. You smile at me.

"Babe, this is punishment," you say to me.

I don't respond. Instead, I rub my clit harder. My breathing becomes uneven. Your cock begins to harden. You watch me as my fingers slowly enter my cunt. I moan louder, tilting my head back. The cool bathroom wall presses against my shoulders as pleasure rolls through me in waves.

I'm fucking myself, and it turns you on.

You motion towards me.

"No," I say to you. "Stay right there," I command.

For a moment, neither of us looks away.

You do as you're told. You turn down the water pressure, watching me while I continue to pleasure myself. The sound of the shower softens, making every breath and every moan seem louder. You start to touch your cock.

"No," I shout. You are not allowed to touch yourself. This is my time, my turn to watch you ache for me.

My voice cuts through the room, sharp and certain.

I am so wet. You want so much to eat me, but like a good fuck boy, you obey. Your jaw tightens slightly as you fight the urge to move. The steam curls around us, the bathroom mirror completely fogged, shutting out the rest of the world until it feels as though there is only you, me, and the unbearable tension hanging between us.

The harder I rub my clit, the louder my moans become.

"I'm cumming, baby. I'm cumming for you," I say.

I lose myself. My legs begin to buckle, and you watch as the silky cum runs down my pussy.

"Thanks, babe. You can go to work now," I say, amused, almost struggling to stand up.

I walk to the bed and lie face down, my legs spreadeagled in anticipation.

It feels like forever before you emerge from the bathroom. Steam drifts behind you, carrying the clean scent of soap into the room. You see me and smile.

"I love this slut," you think to yourself.

My pussy is pulsating, eagerly waiting for you to devour me.

I remain where I am, waiting. The sheets feel warm against my skin, and my pulse quickens when I sense your attention on me.

You hesitate. You have less than an hour before your meeting.

"Mmmmmm," I moan softly.

I begin to move my hips, slowly, teasingly, seducing you knowing full well you're watching.

The room is quiet except for the faint hum of the morning outside the lingering sound of water dripping from the shower. Every second feels stretched out.

You take a few steps towards me. Your hand reaches me first. The touch is gentle, deliberate. A shiver runs through me. The anticipation is almost overwhelming because I don't know what you're going to do next.

You drop the white towel, exposing your hardened cock. You want me. You can't resist me.

Your fingers move slowly from my legs to my thighs until you reach my ass. You start to kiss it. You spread my ass cheeks and expose my asshole. You begin to lick it—slowly at first, then faster, until your tongue penetrates my tight asshole.

I'm moaning in ecstasy.

I close my eyes for a moment and simply enjoy the moment. The world outside the room no longer seems important. There is only this moment, the warmth between us, and the feeling of being wanted.

You open my legs wider. I try to move, but you refuse.

"I'm going to eat you until you cum again and again. I'm not going to fuck you today. I'm going to teach you a lesson," you whisper in my ear. Your words are an electric jolt surging through my body. I want you to fuck me, fuck me like a whore you've picked up from a street corner.

You suck my asshole again. I'm crying, begging you to let me touch you, to let me feel your cock inside me.

You ignore my plea. Your tongue fucks my asshole over and over and over. The sensation sends a shiver through my entire body. My fingers clutch at the sheets beneath me as I struggle to stay still. The room feels hot, despite the cool air drifting in from the bathroom. All I can hear are my ragged breaths and the soft sounds of your mouth against my skin.

It's unbearable.

You take my hips and lift them so my pussy is exposed. I'm kneeling slightly on the bed, my muscles trembling from the effort. You slide between my legs, your face now beneath my cunt. The roughness of your beard brushes against my clit, making me gasp.

You start to eat me. No, you devour me. You eat me harder than you ever have before. Each movement sends a fresh wave of pleasure through me. My back arches instinctively as I cry out. I'm begging and pleading for you to fuck me. I ask you to slide your fingers inside me so I can feel something, anything that resembles your cock.

You refuse again.

Your tongue is now fucking my cunt, and one hand slaps my ass. The sharp sting blooms into warmth across my skin. You slap it again, and I moan louder. Your thumb moves towards my asshole, you lick it before resting it inside my ass.

I'm ravenous with desire. I feel like my chest is about to burst. My heart is pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears.

"Baby, please," I say.

"Stop whining and take this, baby," you say. Your thumb moves slowly inside my asshole almost synchronized with your feel of your eager tongue, consuming my pussy.

I feel a rush surging through me. Heat spreads through my body, starting low in my stomach and radiating outward. My legs shake uncontrollably. I'm about to cum again. I want to cum inside you.

Knowing I won't get what I want, I cum.

I cum so hard that my body folds beneath me. My breathing turns uneven as wave after wave crashes through me. Your face is littered with it. Your beard is soaked. You pull away from me and smile.

"Don't do that again. I have to get to work. When I come back, I want to see you in the same position. I'll deal with you later," you say to me.

"Yes, Daddy!" I respond.

You get dressed, kiss me goodbye, and I hear the sound of the door shutting behind you.

I feel a deep sense of euphoria and relief. I'm relaxed.

Heaven! This is heaven. I love him. I want more. .........................My mountain man