His Princess Unmasked

Dirty Shower

"Get to the bathroom." Brent grunts at me, pulling down the pair of white boxers he was wearing. I didn't even stop to think about how he'd been out there with other men in nothing but those boxers. His erections spring up out of the underwear, and he causally strokes. I'm stuck in visual bliss staring at him, my mind doing its best to register what it was seeing. "Bathroom, now," Brent repeats himself and motions for me to get moving. I blink and do a happy dance before skipping to the bathroom, basically flying out of the T-shirt and sweats I was wearing. I stand waiting between the tub and shower; which one would he blow my back out in tonight? Choices, choices. I giggle excitedly as Brent enters the bathroom; in his hand was a small pink vibrator. "Shower." He demands. I nod quickly and open up the shower and step through. He follows me in and takes a seat in the shower, benching. "Turn the water on." He instructs. I again do as I am told and turn on the water. I start to move towards him, going to bend at the knees. "No. Stay under the water." He motions for me to step back. He fidgets with the small vibrator still in his hands. I step back slowly, confused as to why he didn't want me to please him with my mouth. I pout.

Standing, Brent puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me back to be under the water. Taking my hand, he places the toy in my hand; its vibrations tickle my palm. Brent steps back and takes a seat back on the bench; leaning up against the wall, he spreads his legs. "I want to see you play Princess." He grins and bites on his lower lip. His eyes travel my body, and my stomach comes to life with fire. "Y-you want t-to watch?" I half-whisper, looking down at the small pink toy in my hand. "Yes, Daddy wants to watch." He replies, stroking himself slowly. I swallow; taking a deep breath, I channel my inner video vixen and begin to mimic what I'd seen the few girls I'd watched in porn do. Brent chuckles, "Baby, no. I want it to feel good for you. Do what you need, not what you think I want to see." He explains, leaning forward with a gentle smile. I nod. Well, if that's what he wanted to see, I wasn't going to get anywhere standing. Unless I had him to hold me, I wasn't going to be able to stay standing when I did get off. Bending down, I sit my bottom on the floor of the shower and part my legs. The water falls in my eyes, and I am left with a blurred vision of Brent going back to stroking himself. I look down at myself; I was completely exposed to him, and it felt amazing. 

I take the small toy and rub it around the outside of my entrance, then slide it up to the hot spot. As soon as the vibrations hit, my head flies back. "How's that feel, Princess?" Brent asks me; I could hear a wicked grin in his voice. I moan, bringing my head back up to watch him. "You like watching Daddy, don't you. That's a good girl." He encourages me, nodding at me as I continue to slide the toy from my clit to my entrance. As good as it felt, I wanted him more than I did the silly toy. "Daddy, I want you." I pout, spreading my legs further apart and inserting the toy inside gently. "I bet you do, Princess. I bet you do." Brent teases, slowing his strokes; bringing his middle finger and index finger up, he spreads them to make a V shape at his mouth. He lets his tongue fall out his mouth; he flickers it quickly. Bringing the fingers down from his mouth, he puts together his ring and middle finger and flexes them in a come here motion. Leaning back, he keeps the hand at his length still and grinds his hips upward into it. "Jes-us." I whimper. "I thought I was the s-show," I whine. There wasn't any way to describe the difference between Brent's innocent grin compared to the devilish one he gave me when we were getting nasty with one another. It was more in his eyes. There was this confidence in them like he knew he had me for life now, and there wasn't anything I could do to stop him from owning every part of me completely. 

"f**k I love you!" I cry out as the first spasms of my orgasm creep up on me. Brent begins to laugh in mock arrogance. "Oh, do you, does Daddy's little f**k toy love him? Hmm?" He teases, going to stand up from the bench, he bends, and at the waist, Brent grabs me by mine and flips me to face away from him. Hovering, I squeal, afraid that he would drop me. Brent chuckles, "You should know by now I am very capable of keeping you held up in any position I want." He growls, shoving his length deep. I again was at a loss at what to do with my hands and arms for the second time in a night. Placing them over my head, I put my hands on the shower floor. I wrap my legs around his waist as they were too short of putting on the ground with the angle he was at. "Such a good girl. f**k, this feels good." Brent praises me, thrusting himself into me with powerful strokes. He was so deep I could swear he was going to come up out of my throat. I let my tongue fall out of my mouth like a stupid little pup. "I love it when you let me use you any way I want. f**k you little f**k holes like the dirty pretty slut you are." Brent snarls, slowing his pumps and slapping one of my ass cheeks. The blood was all starting to rush to my head with me being upside down. I was starting to feel light-headed. I didn't want to stop, but I was afraid I might pass out,  "Di-Dizzy. Cheese Daddy, Cheese." I whimper reluctantly. 

Brent stops what he's doing immediately and brings me up. Turning me so that I can face him, he looks down into my face. "I"m sorry Princess. Are you okay? Do you want to stop?" He asks me the concern on his face real. I was already starting to feel better-being right-side up. "I"m fine, I was just dizzy. I don't want to stop." I say palming his length. Brent grins and lifts me off my feet by the waist; he tosses me up so that he gets a grip on my ass. Legs on either side of his torso Brent lines himself up and thrust himself inside of me. Bringing me back down on him over and over, I can't help but feel the way I had when he had me facing the floor. My tongue falling out of my mouth as it did then; Brent laughs, "Daddy fills you up so well, doesn't he, Princess. Look at you; such a pretty little pup." He teases, smashing himself into me harder. Holding to his shoulders, my whimpers become cries, it was all too much. His word, his stroke, the sounds of him clapping against the inside of my thighs. It was all too much for me to bear. "Oh, please." I cry, "Please." I repeat. "Please, what, Princess? Who am I?" Brent demands, "Please, Daddy." I cried breathlessly, "Cum." He demands. Closing my eyes, I am surprised to find my body obey him. "What the-" I cry out in surprise. "Good girl, that's a good girl!" Brent praises me as my s*x clenches down over his. 

My body goes limp, and I do my best to hold on to Brent as he continues to pound away. He laughs, "Poor baby. So tuckered out." He coos, slowing his stroke. He backs up and takes a seat on the bench. Rolling his hips up into me, I sit upon my knees. "Fuck." He groans, slowing himself even further. "I want you to feel this." He says, gripping my face; he squeezes it and glares into my eyes.  He stills himself completely inside of me. I feel his length pulsate deep against my walls. "Oh God," I whine. It was so powerful, his release almost causing me another of my own. "God, that feels so good." I whimper, grinding myself on him. Brent rests his head against the shower wall and gives me a grin of satisfaction. "I'd say we are pros at shower s*x. "I'm glad you used the safe word. I wouldn't have stopped even if you passed out." He says, slapping both thighs with his hands. "I didn't want you to stop, but I was afraid I would pass out. I wanted to be conscious of the big finale." I giggle, kissing the tip of his nose. Leaning down, I rest my head on Brent's shoulder; he was still inside of me. "I like this," I say, clenching myself down on him. "Hey now, don't go teasing me. I will go another round if you do that again." Brent warns. 

Both of us stay seated, glued to one another as the heat of the water steams the glass of the shower. "That was a nice little getaway." Brent groans, lifting my hips and letting himself slide out. I was already half-asleep. I groan and curl up on the shower bench; Brent leans over and rubs my thigh up and down gently. "We should get you to bed. We have a lot to get in order tomorrow." He says, standing and walking back up under the water. He lathers himself with soap and washes off quickly. Stepping out of the water, he motions for me to get up. "Let me wash you up." He says softly. "I don't think I can stand," I whine, looking up at him with a pout. Brent grins, "Good."