18
Master Brax
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It’s my dad. You see, ever since I was a teenager who shot up to six three in the space of one summer and my looks went from awkward youth to the promise of a man most women would spread their legs for, he’s developed this sick competitive streak where I’m concerned.
It didn’t matter that I didn’t play into his sick deranged games he still carried on as if we were in some sort of battle against each other for supremacy. It didn’t help when as the years rolled by more and more people commented on my attributes and my scholastic achievements.
Either by design or because they noticed the slightly veiled animosity between us, more and more of his peers and mine started aggravating the situation by constantly comparing us two with me always coming out on top. And that’s what had led him to commit one of the most heinous acts I’d ever encountered.
I hadn’t stood up for her, hadn’t spoken out hadn’t safeguarded, because I didn’t know I needed to. And then she was dead. Her young body ravaged beyond what she could take. It wasn’t that that had killed her, no. It was the shame. The shame she’d felt when I found her there, bleeding and broken; because my dad and his friends had taken advantage of her.
I could’ve killed him that night, would’ve if someone hadn’t pulled me off of him. He’d laughed and said the best man had won. But I didn’t see a man; I saw an animal with no soul. That’s when I stopped ignoring him and thinking it will all go away some day. That he’d outgrow his sick hate. That was the day I left home never intending to return.
Then six years later my mother had died and the monster had been hurt pretty bad in the accident that took her. He’d begged and pleaded and though I wanted no part of him ever, if I’d left him broken and alone as he was, I would’ve been no better than he.
So, I’d returned home and nursed him back to health. But for the past six months or so I’ve been ready to go. He was back on his feet now after many months of therapy. All that was left, as a reminder, was the slight limp that showed up only when the rain fell.
Yes, maybe it was time. I held her even closer as she played in the water, pouring it over our legs and giggling when the bubbles blew around. Yes I was sitting in a tub full of bubble bath with my sub, because she likes it.
“Let’s get out pet before you turn into a prune.” I put all thoughts of the old man aside as I climbed out of the tub and took her to the six head shower. She was very clingy and sweet as I let the water wash us both before pushing her gently back against the wall and got to my knees before her.
I pulled her leg over my shoulder and brought her pussy to my mouth with my hands on her ass. I soothed her raw flesh with my tongue as she moved her pussy on my tongue and sighed. When she tensed as if holding back her orgasm I got to my feet and slid into her smoothly.
I fucked her nice and slow up against the shower wall while I suckled her tongue. Her legs were wrapped around my waist and my cock was buried balls-deep as I held onto her knees. “Sore?” She shook her head no and that was all I needed to slam my cock into her over and over until she was screaming into my ear and begging me to cum.
“Cum for me now.” I held on to her as she shook herself on my cock. In her wild uninhibited passion she tore the skin from my back and I growled out my lust as I went blind and blasted my seed into her.
There was a sweet kind of madness overtaking me and I took her down to the bottom of the shower and pulled her legs over my shoulders so I could fuck her harder, deeper. I let her cum as much as she wanted before pulling out and helping her to her feet.
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After a rushed shower we headed back to bed. When she looked towards her cot I took her hand and pulled her along to my bed. “Get in.” I pulled the covers back for her and waited for her to climb in before joining her.
I spent the night buried in some part of her. I taught her how to suck me off with my piercings and her tongue ring so that there were no mishaps. When she wasn’t draining my sac with her mouth, I had my head buried between her thighs or my cock lodged against her womb.