Page 36 of Deprived No More

These are the thoughts I’m having as I once again fist my cock in the shower to images of Kat. I’ve never been luckier than the first time she made a virtual visit to join me as I bathed. Jacking off in the shower had never been a big deal until I met her. Then suddenly, I couldn’t seem to finish without picturing her. On her knees. Bent over before me. Seated on the shower seat in the corner, legs spread while she played with her wet, swollen pussy for me.

I pick up my pace, almost hoping the real-life version of my imaginary playmate will walk in and join me. What? It could happen. I’d never been so surprised as when she strolled in the night we were supposed to pick up the kids, and she gave me the most unexpected surprise, wrapping her lush lips around my dick.

I grunt, recalling how great that evening was. I’m bombarded with pictures of my beautiful girl. As I lean onto the shower wall tugging on my engorged shaft, I picture her spread eagle for me as she lies with her arms tied to the bed and her tits calling to me. I should’ve fucked them. I yank harder still, picturing her in the same position as I straddle her chest and glide my rigid length back and forth until I…

“Nick?”

Turning my head, my eyes hooded, not slowing my pace, I hope she can sense how close to the finish line I am. The kids will be up any moment if they aren’t already, and there’s no stopping this freight train now. “Don’t move,” I pant.

Her eyes travel down to where I’m fisting my cock. She darts her tongue out to lick her lower lip, and I can feel my balls draw up. I’m so fucking close.

“Touch your pussy for me. Let me see.”

She appears shocked by my request, but only for the briefest of moments before she drops her sleep shorts to the floor and perches herself on the edge of the tub right beside the shower door. She lifts her leg, placing the flat of her foot on the edge of the ceramic just before she slowly dips her index finger in her mouth and then places it on her clit.

Fuck. Now I don’t want to come right away. I want to watch her play with her pretty pink folds for a while. Give her directions on what I want her to do to herself.

As she strokes her swollen little nub in slow circles, she stops to dip two fingers into her pussy, and I let out a groan. As I pull and tug on my cock, I close my eyes, just imagining the glide of her soft center around my throbbing dick.

“Kat,” I moan, knowing I’m close.

There’s an abrupt shift in the temperature in the shower, and I realize she’s opened the door. The sweet taste of her is thrust into my mouth with one hand, just as I feel her cradle my balls with the other.

“Fuck. Fuck,” I pant into the air, the pulsing of my dick making me shake as I shoot my load onto the shower wall in front of me. My breathing is coarse and choppy as I spurt the last few drops of my seed into my hand. Jesus. I didn’t think a hand job could possibly be that satisfying. But I guess this wasn’t your ordinary hand job.

Barely able to focus, I look over to Kat, who’s feverishly rubbing her mound. “You need some help, kitten?”

She nods, and I step out of the shower, scoop her against my wet body, and place her on the edge of the bathroom counter before dropping to my knees.

“Mommy? Are you up?”

Looking up at my girl, I have to fight not to laugh. Her expression is priceless. “Sorry, baby,” I whisper to Kat, bending to give her pussy one quick lick before walking to the door. “Tell her you’ll be out in a second.”

“I’ll be out in a second, Liv. Ask Grace to pour you some juice, okay.”

“Okay.”

Standing in front of her, I know there’s no point in chancing this. I bend to kiss the tip of her nose. “I’ll shut the door on my way out of the bedroom. Give you a few minutes. I’ve got the kids until you’re feeling better,” I add with a smirk.

“Ugh,” she groans.

I get it. Boy, do I get it.

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Not bad for a Monday morning. I’ve managed to see patients right on schedule. I’m on-call, but the phone hasn’t rung once, and I can replay the memory of my shower in my head whenever I get done with something quicker than planned.

“Nick, the OR called and said your case is running early. Haha. That never happens. They asked if you could start sooner than planned.”

“I don’t have anyone else scheduled in the office, right?”

“No,” Joanie advises. “And Ava’s here if needed too.”

“Sure. Tell them I’m on the way.” Grabbing my lab coat, I head down to the first floor of the main hospital toward the surgical suites. I’m afraid to contemplate this day for fear of jinxing myself.

Arriving in the OR, I check the board to locate my patient. Operating room seven. I proceed to look for the team since they’re ready early, so I can get this underway. Rotator cuff repairs are a routine surgery, so things should go well. I wish I could say the same for the patient’s recovery. This can be long and occasionally uncomfortable.

“Hi, Joel. Is Mr. Turner ready?”

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