The sound of clapping informed us that we had Beth as an audience."So, she gets treated like a queen and I get roughed up and raped."I moved from the ...able to stand in front of Beth. It was time for my harsh, deep voice, again. "You were the one to start the raping and you were the one to suggest the sex slavery, so do not complain about your treatment. You use sex as a weapon and now you get to pay the price for your aggressive, and uncaring, attitude. Now I am using sex as a weapon and you. I thought maybe I could give writing my own story a try, and so far I'm finding it very fun! (Whether I am successful in creating a story that I, or you, find pleasing afterward is another issue altogether.)Final Note: If I don't update in a very long time, I probably: found something else to fill my time, got bored of writing for the time being, wrote myself into a corner and am unsure where the story should go next, am collecting several chapters to release as a set, or died... Hopefully not. Then a resonance from within his heaving chest warned of his own explosive finish which, against the glare of the deep end's deep sky spotlight, took the form of a backlit fountain cascading thickly over the ridges of his clenched fingers and into the ripples that lapped at my wide open slit.The ultimate reflex seized and shook me again until my bones were as liquid as his essence.A stray drop warmed my chin; I brushed it with a fingertip and licked, tasting him, and liking its faint saltiness. “Are you Ok darling?” “Yes dad, thanks. This does feel good.” I’m putting my hands on her shoulders and start applying more pressure, massaging her with rhythmic motions, up and down. Her upper body is rocking from my massage and I feel her lower body rocking slightly as well - ever so gently massaging my dick. I’m exhaling abruptly from pleasure. I’m so embarrassed. “How does this feel darling? Too much pressure?” “It’s fine, dad. Actually it feels great. I’m barely feeling any pain anymore,.