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Sequel to Double Dave (https://celebritystorysite.com/index.php?topic=6690.0). Read that first to get the full story.
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Dave Takes a Shower
After the wild threesome Dave shared with Salma Hayek and Christina Hendricks, he didn't think his luck could get any better. Salma had made it clear to Christina that he was hers, and that the act was more of sharing. Salma didn't mind sharing, but only with women she considered true close friends.
As the days progressed, he was back with Salma to be used as her boy toy. She said that she needed a man like him around at all times to satisfy her. He didn't know how to say no to that. What man would've?
Dave was enjoying a nice shower in Salma’s penthouse suite when the bathroom door creaked open. The water rained down from the faucet Steam rolled out into the bedroom as Salma stepped inside, naked except for the diamond choker around her throat. It was a gift he bought her some time back. The diamonds sparkled, glimmering. Her hair was fixed in a bun. She stood face to face with him, getting his attention with her eyes alone. Then she nodded.
Dave blinked water from his eyes as Salma stepped into the shower without a word, her bare feet slapping against the wet tile. The heat of the water didn’t faze her—she moved like she owned every inch of the space, which, he supposed, she did. Her fingers trailed down his chest, nails scraping lightly over his pecs before hooking into the towel rack beside him. She leaned in, close enough that her nipples brushed his skin, but didn’t touch him fully. Not yet.
"Why so nervous?" Salma teased with her small lips. Dave pushed his hands against her breasts, feeling and squeezing them. She moaned and allowed him to gently shove her back into the wall. Their bodies pressed together and he began kissing her hard.
Salma rubbed her back against the wet times as the kisses ended. Dave's mouth trailed down her neck. The hot water cascaded over them both, but she barely noticed—her focus was entirely on the way his hands roamed her body in a possessive way that told her how much he missed her and wanted more. Her fingers tangled in his damp hair, tugging just enough to make him groan against her skin. "You want me badly today. I can feel it," she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. "Did you miss me that much?"
Her hand reached for his manhood down below, gripping it tightly as she grinned at him. Dave looked at her as he smothered his face between her breasts.
Salma's fingers tightened around himn, her thumb swiping over the swollen head just to see if he would make any kind of instinctive move. "You always respond so well to my touch," she said, her dark eyes flicking up to meet his as she stroked him slower now, just to drag it out a little bit longer. She enjoyed teasing him like this. The spraying water of the shower made her grip slicker and slippery. The water beading down her wrist as she worked him with deliberate, teasing handful of hard tugs. Dave's breath hitched when she suddenly dropped to her knees, the tile cold beneath her but the steam from the shower offered some warmth.
She didn't waste time teasing any further. Salma leaned in, her tongue darting out to lap at the tip. With another lick, she swirled around it, her lips parting to take him deeper. This was why she curled her hair into a bun before joining him in the shower. Salma was able to suck freely without the worry of her hair getting in the way. She hummed around him, the vibration shooting straight to his core as she bobbed her head back and forth. When Salma went to work sucking a cock, the man always moaned from the work of her lips. Dave was doing just that and she loved the sounds he made. Her tongue pressed firmly along the underside of his cock with each upward stroke.
Salma pulled back with a wet pop, her lips glistening with light saliva. "Mmmmmmmmm, you always taste so good, mi amor," she purred, her fingers replacing her mouth to stroke him lazily. "From last night. From this morning." Her smirk was wicked as she leaned in again, this time taking him all the way down until her nose pressed into his pelvis and wet hairs, deepthroating his whole cock. Dave's knees nearly buckled at the sudden tightness of her throat. He felt his cock sliding all the way down and it almost got the better of him to lose himself. She held him there for a heartbeat longer than he could stand before pulling back, gasping for air. "Mmmmmmmm, you like that?" she teased, her thumb rubbing circles at the base of his wet cock. "Wait until you feel what I do next."
Her mouth was back on him before he could reply, her pace relentless now, her hands cupping his balls below as she sucked him deeper with each pass. The water continued to spray over them both, the sound muffling his ragged breaths, but nothing could hide the way his hips stuttered forward when her tongue flicked against that sensitive spot just below the head. Salma knew exactly what she was doing. But this was all for something else. She was getting him ready for the main event.
Salma pulled away from his cock with a wet gasp, her lips swollen and slick. Before Dave could protest, she gripped his shaft and pressed it upward and between her breasts. She trapped him between the soft, warm flesh of her amazing tits. "Now we're ready for this," she bit her lower lip and purred. The water beaded off her skin, making his cock slide effortlessly between her cleavage.
Dave groaned, his hands moved to her shoulders as she moved her tits to make his cock glide between them. "Fuck them," she commanded, her voice low and husky. "Like this—" She demonstrated, rocking her upper body in a slow, exaggerated motion that made his cock twitch between her mounds and the head pushing up. He followed her lead, thrusting upward while she squeezed her breasts around him. Salma moaned and looked down, watching his cock pump up and down a few times and then looked back up at him. She smiled as he fucked her tits.
The sound of water hitting tile mixed with the wet slap of flesh—Salma’s moans rose above it all, taunting him. "You love this, don’t you? You just love fucking my tits. You don't have to tell me, I already know," she teased, watching his face twist with pleasure. "Feel how tight I can make them for you." Dave didn't say anything in response. He just kept thrusting his cock back and forth between those big titties. He kept going until he groaned, getting closer to exploding. He wasn't about to pull out. Her tits were that good.
Salma laughed at he picked up the pace, going faster and faster. "Oh no, you don’t get to cum yet." She abruptly released him from her tits, letting his cock spring free, jerking around. With a wicked grin across her older face, she turned around, bending slightly to press her thick ass against him. "Now," she spoke with a quick glance over her right shoulder, "are you going to fuck me properly, or do I have to beg for it?"
The moment Salma presented her ass, he was ready. That glorious, round masterpiece of aging perfection was so wonderful to look at. He grabbed her right hip and then began guiding his cock between her thighs. She gasped when he shoved into her pussy without warning, "Ohhhhhhh," she was still moaning as he pushed into her.
"Like that, babe?" He asked while slapping that ass with his right hand. Water droplets went flying everywhere from the smack.
Salma gasped and moaned as Dave drove his cock into her. The shower water was spraying down her back. His grip on her hip tightened, fingers pressing into soft flesh as he pulled her back onto him with each thrust. The slap of skin against skin echoed off the shower tiles, louder than the spraying water. It made a rhythm punctuated by Salma’s loud moans. "Fuck! Ohhhh, fuck! Yes! Yessssssss! Fuck me! Don’t you dare slow down."
Dave hammered into her, fucking her mature pussy. Salma moaned and pushed back to match with his thrusts as she started screaming. "Don't you even think of stopping! You're going to fuck me! You're going to FUCK ME HARD!! YESSSSSS!! I WANT IT HARDER!!!!"
He didn't stop. Not even when her knees buckled and she sagged forward, her forehead pressed to the sliding glass door, rubbing a spot clean.
"I'M ALMOST THERE! YESSSSSSSSS!! KEEP FUCKING ME, DAVEEEEEEEEE!!!"
Her climax rolled through her in visible waves—shoulders trembling, teeth gritted that was visible across the glass. Salma came, but Dave kept fucking her through that orgasm, prolonging the aftershocks through her body until her moans turned breathless and weak. Only then did he finally pull out, his cock glistening and throbbing as he stepped back. It was time for Dave to blow his load for her. Salma barely had time to glance over her shoulder before he fisted himself, stroking hard and fast to cum. She didn't even get the chance to tell him to cum for her.
The first rope of cum hit the small of her back, thick and white against her damp, tanned skin. Salma shuddered, biting her lip as the next splash landed higher, between her shoulder blades and across the muscles. Dave groaned, jerking himself roughly until he'd painted her in stripes of cum streaking down her spine, dripping into the curve of her beautiful, plump ass. Panting, he smeared the last of it across her left hip with his thumb.
Salma turned, giggling to herself in her mature, aged voice. "It's a good thing you did that in the shower. Now you get to wash it all off," she bit her lower lip, "you'll do that for me, won't you? You're a good boy, after all."
Indeed he was. And that was why he never told her no.
The End.