Master 4

A few weeks had passed since the bathroom incident. I was sitting on the couch, watching tv, when I finally decided to get my overworked lazy ass up and take out the trash. I hurried to the dumpster and tossed in the trash and turned to hurry back and escape the wretched sun I hated so much. I liked it dark and gloomy, not bright and sunny. Hopping back up the stairs, I headed back into the apartment and slammed the door without turning around. Strangely, I did not hear the sound of the door slamming behind me. I turned around to see why and there standing in the doorway was him. My heart started beating faster, my breath became heavier once again, and my body tensed up. My phone was in the bedroom. Damn thing might not even turn on. It won't charge for shit. Who was I fooling. I was not going to call for help. I was going to let him have his filthy way with me but I was not going to go down without a fight. I turned to run. I heard the door close as he entered, chasing after me. I made it halfway down the hallway before he caught up to me and grabbed my waist. I turned around, swinging at him. I got a few good hits in before he easily floored me. I flopped and rolled but he remained on top of me. Slapping me, spitting on me, and choking me. My body tired easily. I stopped flailing. My chest rose up and down rapidly as he grabbed my ankles and dragged me to my living room. He ripped off my shirt and shorts before turning me over and snapping off my bra. Luckily for him there were no panties for him to rip off as I was wearing nothing else under my shorts. He shuffled his pants off and I could feel his black dick smothering my white ass. My face was turned towards the television as he slathered my asshole with his spit before plunging his black dick into it. My face held down to the ground, by his hand, as he violated me. I stared at the tv and wondered if I was watching Dr. Who while being raped or was the Doctor the one watching me while I was being raped. My breathing was labored in tune to his strokes. My anus was swallowing his dick gleefully as his pelvis smacked my ass with every thrust. His swollen balls smacked my pussy flicking droplets of my nectar across the floor. He would pull out of me to spit into my gaping asshole that he had no right to be in. After filling my asshole with his gooey cum, he rolled me over. I started to hit his chest as hard as I could as he spread me as wide as he could. He held my wrists down as he spit in my face for trying to fight him off of me. Defeated, I spread as wide as I could so he could rape me as hard as he wanted. My senses roiled with pain, fear, and pleasure as he dived his dick into my pool of nectar that eagerly awaited him. His cock was so wet and slippery thanks to me. Farting noises reverberated throughout the apartment as his cock popped in and out of me. His mouth found my right nipple as he sucked and flicked his tongue on my swollen nipple. My breasts bounced to the rhythm of his unlawful intrusion. I muffled a scream as I came, after one too many strokes from his perfect cock. As I stared at the Doctor, on tv, I wondered if he would like to join. The only difference being the Doctor would not need to rape me because he would have my full permission to enter me. Not like the guy who was currently exploding cum into me for a second time today. Letting go of my wrists he slid down my body, with the help of his tongue. He swirled his tongue around my belly button before trailing down to my inner thigh. Stroking me with his tongue right where my thigh and pelvis connected. I used my hands to try to push the intruder's head off of me but to no avail. His mouth found my clit and began sucking. My clit was being sucked on like a baby to a nipple. It felt so fucking good. I could not help but grind my waist into his face as he swirled his slimy filthy tongue around my clit. His tongue slid down to my lips as he poked and prodded the entrance to my core. I was not done giving up yet. His face in my pussy, I let him have it. I arched my back as I let loose a waterfall of sterile piss unto his face. I could not hold back the devious grin on my face as I drowned his face in it. He tried to slurp and suck his way through it but it was too much. He pulled his face back after being drenched. In a instant, the devious grin on my face was gone as he backhanded me twice. He grabbed a belt from the loop of his pants and started striking me. He stood up and grabbed my arm trying to turn me over. I used my other arm and tried to shield my ass as he swung the belt repeatedly. I yelped and cried at the pain and tried to crawl away. Like an animal. Red stripes marked my ass as I crawled quickly into a corner and cowered. I should have known there would be repercussions for doing that. Thinking I was just going to piss on his face and get away with it. The faint sounds of children playing outside could be heard as I was showered in his piss from head to toe in that corner. piss cascaded down my face. My breasts were soaked. A river streamed down my body as it dripped from my pussy onto the floor. I jumped as he fooled me into thinking he would strike me again. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me into my bathroom. He lifted the toilet seat cover and sat down as I was kneeled before him. He grunted as fecal matter escaped his body into the toilet. I wrinkled my nose at the smell before he slapped me with the belt. He stroked himself before grabbing the back of my head and shoving it into his groin. He commanded me to open my mouth before shoving his dick into my mouth. Here I was. Sucking a man's dick while he was taking a shit. The head of his cock swam in my saliva as I sucked on it. His head tasted good. I moved down to his balls. His round swollen cum-filled balls fit nicely into my salivating mouth as he continued shitting. I used my right hand to masturbate. My insides felt creamy and warm. I covered my hand in my nectar before using it to milk his cock as I continued to marinate his balls in my mouth. I popped his balls out of my mouth right as a stream of sticky white cum shot out of his cock, plastering my face. I kneeled patiently, with a warm cum covered face, as he finished shitting and wiping. He then hoped in the shower as I continued to wait patiently. A nice glop of his cum hung of my chin slightly swinging back and forth. After finishing his shower, and drying off, he commanded me to crawl to my bedroom. While standing up, he placed his hands on the bed and spread his legs apart in front of me. Then, he commanded me to eat. I was shocked and caught off guard. Hesitant, I spread my master's cheeks as I placed my tongue between them. My master was cleanly shaven which made it easier. I slid my tongue up and down. His asshole tickled my tongue as I did so. Before I knew it I was eagerly slathering his ass with my saliva. Stroking my tongue like a paintbrush while his ass was the canvass. I held his dick and balls in one hand, squeezing and pulling tightly as he groaned with pleasure. It was not long before more cum milked out of his cock. I had done good. He wanted to know where my toys were. I crawled over to where they were and he took a vibrator. He placed it in my hand as he turned around to expose he asshole once again. My mind was blown as I took full liberty with the vibrator and coated it with my saliva before plunging it into my master. He groaned as I did so. I held on to the end of it as I fucked him with it. His black cock had never seemed more erect. His dick pulsated as I brutally fucked him. Oh gawd I wish I had a strap on. I would rape him just as viciously as he had raped me if I did. He then laid down on his back, on the bed, as he spread eagle and lifted his sack so I could fuck his asshole some more. Oh what a sight to see. A full grown man spread eagle. My pussy had never been wetter. His cock looked like it was going to lift off like a rocket into space. As I continued to pleasure, a thought came into my head. A sinister devious thought. I slid off the bed and crawled over to my closet and reached for a belt before crawling quickly back to the bed while the vibrator was buzzing away in his asshole. I crawled onto the bed and with one quick strike I struck his cock. His body jerked and his eyes widened. I struck again. And again. And again. I struck his chest, his cock, and his balls. He whimpered and moaned. The tables had turned. I smacked his balls with my free hand. I slapped his cock back and forth. Harder and harder. I beat him unapologetically. His cock throbbed and pulsated. I straddled him. Riding him like the strong bull that he was. I struck his chest over and over with the belt, only pausing to jump up and down on his cock. I dropped the belt and placed both of my hands around his neck, squeezing. Spitting on his face as I did. He moaned out so loud as he came. Shooting his load so deep inside of me I could have felt it in my throat. I let go of his neck so he could breathe. I reached behind me and pulled out the vibrator, causing his body to twitch as I did. I immediately shoved it into his mouth. Throat fucking a man with a vibrator that was just in his asshole cannot be put into words. My dominance abruptly came to an end as he grabbed me by the hips and tossed me off the bed. He grabbed the belt before diving on me as if he too were an wild animal. Needless to say he beat me senseless. My ass reignited with pain. My thighs whipped. My breasts bruised. He finally collapsed from exhaustion. We had tussled on the floor creating a ruckus for the neighbor below me. I knew another noise complaint was in my future. Whatever, fuck my neighbor. I want her to ask me what was going on just so I can tell her I was being joyfully raped just to see the look on her stupid face. I watched in sadness as he got the strength to head to the living room to put his clothes back on. Despite being in a lot of pain, I crawled back to the living room as he finished getting dressed. He opened the door and walked out, closing the door as he left. My heart was still pounding. I was a complete and utter filthy mess. But it had been worth it. He made me feel so good and so alive despite the danger and pain he put me in. I dreaded telling my co-workers about all the obvious bruises and swelling that will adorn my body when I show up for work the next day. I wobbled to my feet as I stood up. I wondered when my next encounter with him would be. I hoped it would be soon. Hell, if he turned around and barged right back into my apartment I would have welcomed it. I made myself a hot bath. I knew it would hurt after the beating I took. But I welcomed the pain. The pain felt good. As I sat in that tub I could hear the rumble of thunder. What a perfect end to a great day.

Master 3

I woke up to the feeling of a butt plug being pulled out of my sore asshole. My master then untied my hands and sore ankles from the bed before grabbing the leash and leading me to his backyard. His backyard was surrounded by a wooden fence to keep prying eyes away. He led me to a spot under a tree where he commanded me to use the bathroom. So this was it huh? I was not even human enough to use a proper bathroom. I pulled my sore knees apart, on the grass, and began my bowel movement. My asshole was already sore from being constantly pounded, which made shitting uncomfortable. But being an obedient animal whore, I did as he commanded. After I was finished, he cleaned it up and wiped my asshole. After crawling back into the house, he led me to the center of the living room before binding my hands above my hands, putting a ball gag in my mouth and commanding me to lay on my back. He went into the bedroom and returned seconds later. In his hand was a smaller wooden paddle. He told me to spread eagle to which I nervously did. I closed my eyes as he started swinging the paddle downwards, smashing it against my pussy. I yelped and screamed, my sounds muffled by the ball gag. The sound of the wooden paddle smacking against my pussy could be heard throughout the house. I could not stop jumping at every hit. I could not hold back my tears as he assaulted me relentlessly. I kept closing my legs as a reflex and in fear which on made him angry. He would smack my face with the paddle to show his disapproval every time I closed my legs. My legs and thighs shook tremendously when I forced them back open so he could punish me more. Despite my pussy being beaten black and blue, it continued to swell with nectar. So much so his paddle became wet. He finally stopped and dragged me into the corner. He laid my head face down into the corner with my hands bound behind my back. He motioned me to stick my ass in the air. The next thing I know, I heard the sound of a vibrator buzzing. Without any warning he shoved it into my swollen beaten pussy. I closed my eyes as the vibrator sent shockwaves of pain and pleasure through me. My master then got up and walked away with the vibrator still inside of me. It only took two minutes for me to have an exploding orgasm. But my master was no where in site to retrieve his toy. My pussy was sensitive but the toy kept vibrating away. I was howling and bawling through my ball gag. Squirming from side to side, I did not know what to do. I tried to force it out using every muscle I had down there but to no luck. I was literally rolling around on the ground, my pussy could not bear it. Sensitive was a good enough word to describe it. For four minutes this went on before he returned. When he finally took it out it was like unplugging a drain. My nectar flushed out of me and then I passed out. I woke up to the feeling of floating in hot water. I looked around to realize I was in the tub. My master was bathing me. When he put the warm cloth to my neck is when I realized I was no longer wearing the leash. My body was covered with bruises. I wish there were more. He lifted me up out of the tub, dried me off and carried me to the bedroom. He dressed me up in the clothes I had arrived in just days prior. I was confused and worried. He pulled me off the bed to stand on my own two feet. Two feet which I had not stood on since I arrived. He held me as I wobbled to the front door with his guidance. I did not want to go. I wanted to strip my clothes and fasten the leash back around my neck. But I knew this could not last forever. People would get worried. I had to go back out into this unforgiving world and be human again. I steadily made it to my car, wiping away tears as I did. I looked back at my master, who was standing in the doorway. He made me feel so alive. Now I had to go back to a world in which I felt dead. A few days later, after the bruises subsided, after the aches and pains deceased, I was back at work. It was a slow day. Barely any calls or customers. I could no longer stand the site and smells of pizza. I decided to take a break and head towards the single toilet bathroom. I reached the bathroom door a hand reached out and grabbed my arm. I was startled and looked to see that it was him. My master. My heart rate jumped, my breathing became heavier, my legs started to tremble. All the pain he dealt me had instantaneously resurfaced out of nowhere. A large wet spot formed in the crotch of my black pants as urine escaped me. I was speechless. My eyes darted back towards the counter area, looking for help. My mind wanted help but my body did not. He noticed and looked towards the counter as well. He looked back down at me before shaking his head as if to tell me no one was going to come to my rescue. He opened the bathroom door before shoving me into it. He locked the door as I backed up against the wall. I raised my hands and started hitting him. But he was a damn man and I was a woman. I was no match for him as he slapped me towards the sink before pressing my face down towards the sink and pulling my pants down and ripping my panties off and shoving them into my mouth. I heard the rustle of his belt buckle and pants coming undone before he plunged his black dick into my sweltering pussy. My pussy welcomed it. It made itself nice and wet the instant I saw him. My co-workers were in the kitchen laughing and joking about. Unbeknownst to them, their pretty white co-worker was being brutally raped in the bathroom. I gripped the sink as he plunged and dived into me over and over. My ponytail had come undone. I opened my eyes as he continued to rape me and I caught a glimpse of betrayal. My mind told me this was wrong. My mind said I should scream for help. Yet my body betrayed me. I saw in the mirror my master raping a woman. A woman who had a devious look of satisfaction on her face. A look of a woman who was clearly enjoying what was being done to her. My master groaned as he emptied the contents of his plump ballsack into me. Oh how I remembered the taste of his sack. Dipped in my nectar and his cum I had the luxury of allowed a taste of them as a treat when I was enslaved at his house. My master pulled out and immediately got down on his knees to feed. He ate me as if I was on the menu. A menu that only he knew about. The devious grin never left my face as I he ate. Licking me inside and out. You have not lived until you have had a tongue swirling inside of you. I gasped as I reached my peak and squirted everywhere. He stood up and, without saying a word, vanished from the bathroom. I reached down and inserted two fingers into my pussy. Using his cum as lube I masturbated as the first orgasm was not enough. It only took a couple of minutes before I was squirting in pleasure. I composed myself as I pulled my soaked pants up and tied my hair back up into a ponytail. I walked back behind the counter before a co-worker asked if I was feeling well since I took a while in the bathroom. I did not know what to say. I definitely was not going to tell them my master raped the shit out of me just minutes ago so I lied and told them I was indeed feeling a little sick and needed to go home. I felt obliged to clean the bathroom first since my nectar was all over the floor. After entering the bathroom with the mop and bucket I got naked and laid down on the filthy floor. A filthy floor splattered with my nectar. Like the animal my master made me into.

Master 2

I woke up after sleeping on the floor, naked, all throughout the night. I was still in a little bit of pain from last night and my ass was still swollen and now bruised as well. Master noticed I was awake and grab the leash, nudging it as a command for me to crawl towards him. He bent me over his lap to inspect me. He rubbed my ass and spread my cheeks before fingering me. He poked and prodded before pushing me off his lap back onto the floor. I felt so abused and hurt. Did he not want me anymore? He noticed my eyes were misty. He got up and yanked on my leash, forcing me to the front door. He opened the door letting in the morning light. I was exposed to the world. Bruised and naked. He asked me did I want to leave. In my head I thought about leaving. I thought about having to go home and put on my cheap work clothes and working a job that paid little to nothing. I thought about staying with my master. To be abused more, beaten more, and raped more. I wanted the latter. I crawled behind him to shield myself from the outside light. I licked his calves and his ankles as proof I wanted to stay. He closed the door and swiftly went to the bedroom. He came back to the living room with a leather belt in his hand. I started to shake and tremble. Pee escaped my body in fear of what was coming. The sfirst strike was the worst. Reigniting all the pain from last. I screamed as the belt made contact with my body. After five strikes I instinctively tried to grab the belt. I did not mean to do it. I loved being beaten. It made my pussy so fucking wet. Master definitely did not like me trying to grab the belt. He tossed it to the side and grabbed me by the wrists. I tried to fight to break free. I mean, I am a wild animal right? I twist and turned as he fought to drag me towards the bathroom. I was flailing wildly. He smacked me a couple of times before wrestling me into the bathroom. He lifted up the toilet seat before grabbing the leash and my hair and pushing my face into the toilet. Subdued, I started lapping up the toilet water. All that fighting made my filthy mouth dry. He stood over me. I could feel his legs on each side of me as I was drinking. Startled, I felt a warm liquid hit the back of my head. Drenching my hair and cascading down my neck and sides of my face into the toilet. He was pissing into the toilet as I drank from it. When he was done, he knelt down behind and edged my thighs apart. He then grabbed my throat and squeezed as he shoved his black cock into my white asshole. He I was being brutally raped. He had such a nice smile when I served him at my job. He was a true gentleman. Complimenting me on my looks even on my worst days. That's why I so eagerly agreed to come over when he asked. Now he wasn't the gentleman I thought he was. He was brutal, demanding, abusive, and unforgiving. He humiliated me, beat me, raped me. He made me into an animal. But I refused to leave when he gave me the chance. Why? Because I loved every fucking second of it. I was alive. He thrust harder and harder as I gasped from aguir as his hand squeezed my neck. I begged to stop. He saw through my lies. He knew I did not really want him to. He continued to rape me. Was it his fantasy? To forcefully shove his dick into some poor weak white girl without her permission? I was on the verge of passing out. My hands gripped the edge of the toilet, my toes curled, my grunts and moans loud, and my eye rolled in the back of my hand. The lack of oxygen to my brain, from him choking me, and the blissful ass pounding was giving me the most incredible high I have ever felt. My ass bounced and jiggled with every thrust. I came so forcefully and so hard that I screamed as I did. Finally, I passed out. My body went limp towards the ground as I blacked out. I woke up a few minutes later to the site of my master dragging me to the bedroom. He allowed me up onto the bed only to chain me up with handcuffs and rope. My legs had roped to each end of the bed. I was nice and spread. He then took out a ass plug and shoved it into me. No need for lube when you have just been gaped by your rapist. His black cock still erect and throbbing, he shoved it into my pussy without any hesitation. As he was sliding in and out of me, he took a pillow and covered my face with it. He pressed down on it with his forearm, causing me to lose air. I turned my from side to side as I try to gulp down air. Tears flowed down my face as I was being asphyxiated. He started pounding me at a rapid rate. A rapid slapping occurred as he did so. A river of juice flowed from my pussy in response to the pleasure. I was so sore but I wanted nothing but him to continue the rape and torture of my body. This is how I want to die. He took the pillow off as I finally got a huge gasp of air only to exhale all of it as my body orgasmed. I squirted all over the bed and my master. His dick glistened from my cum. My master finally smiled. I was so happy. I finally pleased him. I bit my lower lip as I squirted more as my master continued his ferocious assault on my pussy. Warm gooey cum splattered my insides as he erupted inside of me. His cum sloshed and swirled inside of me. He collapsed on top of me. Our breaths were heavy as I licked his face and slipped my tongue into his mouth. If I was not tied up, I would grab my master's cum soaked cock and shove it in my mouth. Still inside of me, he passed out. I relaxed and sighed. I wanted another beating, more humiliation, more abuse. I wish I could taste the plug that was still in my ass. Maybe master will allow me once he wakes back up. Until then, I think I will rest my eyes.

Master

I set foot in his house after I got off of work, accepting an invitation to come over. I thought it wouldn't hurt to stop by for a couple of minutes. He stared me up and down. Those perverted eyes groping my curves. I was a short thick white girl. Of course he wanted me. That black dick of his was probably already dripping pre-cum. He walked up to me and told me to get naked. Without a word, I did as he commanded. He rubbed his hands over me. Inspecting me like a prized animal. He asked me if I had ever been fucked by a nigger before. I told him no. He asked me did I want to be fucked or did I want to be raped. I did not know how to respond but oddly my pussy twitched as if it had been aroused by that question. I guess my absence of an answer led him to the latter. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and forced me to bend over the armrest of his living room chair. He rustled out of his pants before sliding his black dick inbetween my white pussy lips. He pulled my hair as he violently thrust in and out of me. He held onto me like a lion on it's prey. My pussy coated his dick in a slimy fluid as it was pounded into oblivion. To my disapproval he stopped. But then he forcefully slung me to the floor as I gasped. I did not know what was going on. He grabbed me by my ankle and dragged me down the hallway to his bedroom. I did not resist. He let go of me as he went to his closet and grabbed some rope and a wooden paddle. He slapped me as he bound my hands behind my back and began to beat me with the paddle. Every swing of the paddle against my white ass caused me to piss a little, soaking his bedroom floor. It flowed down my inner thighs as he swung again and again. I screamed and became teary eyed from the pain. But deep down inside I was exhilarated, deeply aroused, and loving it. I was just a pretty little white girl being abused and raped by a black man I had known for a long time. And I was fucking loving it. Once my ass was nice and red he stopped and threw me on the bed. He raised my bound hands above my head as he settled me on my back. He demanded I spread eagle, which I obediently did. He kneeled at the edge of the bed and melted his face into my pussy not caring that just a few moments earlier I was pissing from the slap of his paddle. He licked and probed me with his tongue. He pinched my clit with his fingers and sucked on my asshole. This pervert was fucking filthy. I could feel his tongue poking its way into my asshole. His fingers burrowed into my pussy, twisting and rotating. I could barely keep my legs spread in the air because I was shaking so badly. He slapped by thigh and told me to be fucking still. He went back to his closet and got a collar and leash. He fastened it around my neck as he repeatedly slapped me on the face calling me a animal whore. He yanked the leashed causing me to fall off the bed onto the floor. He undid my bound hands and demanded I crawl around on all floors. I obeyed. He sat on the edge of the bed and told me it was time to feed me. I crawled up to his lap and feasted on his cock and balls. He black clock sank down my throat as he pushed my head down. Refusing to let me breath, I began to gag as I could feel bile rise up in my throat. He finally let go of my head as I pulled back just in time to keep from throwing up on his cock. Before I could get a good breath of air he pushed my head back down again. This time I threw up. His cock was covered in my slimy stew of stomach fluids. Teary-eyed, I looked up at him just in time to see his hand coming towards my face as he slapped me. He called me a nasty bitch as he yanked the leash. He took his cock and balls and rubbed it all over my face. He was punishing me by rubbing my face in the vile mess I had made. I had been bad. He spit on my face and slapped me over and over. My tears rolled down my face as the pain ensued. He directed me towards the corner as I crawled to it and cowered on all fours. My face was pointed facedown in the corner as my swollen red ass poked out in the air. He started beating me with the paddle again. I yelped and screamed as I could no longer hold my bladder due to the pain. The hot searing sound of piss hitting the hardwood floor could not be mistaken. He told me to lay on my back in my piss as punishment. As soon as I did he was on top of me. Groping me. Raping me. My sore soaked legs wrapped around him as he thrust inside of me in that piss soaked corner of the room. His dick splashed in and out, in and out, in and out. My pussy was an absolute wreck. His dick felt so good. So fucking good. His fingers made it's way into my mouth as he continued his assault on my pussy. I sucked his fingers as his pelvis smashed into mine. My ass ached, my pussy pounded, my nipples licked, and my mind in a state of bliss. He came inside of me. His black dick releasing a river of white gooey fluid that flooded the inside of my pussy. It felt warm. It felt good. I shuddered as he pulled out. His nectar slowly dripped out of me. He bowed his head as sucked his nectar out of my gooey pussy like a straw and then proceeded to share the spoils with me. Our tongues danced in a sea of white as he kissed me. I sucked every drop of his own cum off of his tongue. I swirled it around in my mouth before swallowing. I yelped as he smacked me. Disapproving of my decision to swallow his seed. He stood up, towering over me as he grabbed his dick and proceeded to piss on me because I was just a filthy animal slut to him. He took me by the leash and led me to the bathroom, still on all fours, as he poured me a bath. I crawled in as he washed all the filth off of me. Once I was all clean he drained the tub before hopping in to fuck me once again. His black dick had penetrated me one too many times. I screamed as I came in an intense orgasm in the tub. He pulled on the leash to quickly hush me up as I squirted all over his dick. I crawled out of the tub as I was led to the kitchen where a doggy bowl awaited me. I knew it was for me because I was the only animal in this house. I lapped up the water with my tongue and silently ate the chicken tenders out of the bowl. Once I was finished I crawled into the living room as he laid down on the couch and quickly fell asleep. I crawled over to a nice spot sore, bruised and satisfied. I had a master now. And I couldn't wait until he woke back up to play with me some more.

Forever Thankful

I faintly remember the good times I had as a young child. Particularly because of two best friends I had. One boy and one girl. I had such great times with them separately, because they didn't know each other. That was before my long stint with homelessness. I may not remember the girl's name but you remind me of her. Not in looks or personality but in importance. Losing you as a friend would be just as devastating as it was when I lost contact with them. We can joke around no holds barred about anything with no care in the world. You're always worried about saying the wrong thing or saying or revealing something too weird. Nothing you say or do will make me walk away from our friendship. I enjoy your company more than anyone else's, even if it's only behind a brightly lit screen of a electronic device. You're a rare gem worth holding onto and I know I would have an extremely hard time finding someone anything like you. If this was high school I would be so scared to talk to you. I seem to be nervous around people whose company I enjoy the most. There are indeed times where I wish I had talked to someone but was too scared to. You give me the same feelings of joy and excitement I had back in those childhood days. I associate you with positivity in my life. I will always cherish, be thankful and be grateful for your existence in my life. You mean a lot to me in more ways than one. You may think you're insignificant in this world. But in my world you are part of the air that keeps me breathing. You're one of the best things that has happened to me. And for that I am forever thankful.

I wonder if I will ever find a more intriguing person than you. A day does not pass by where I do not wonder what you are doing or what your ducklings are up to. I worry about you a lot. So many negative things in your life it would drive most people crazy. I know there are a lot of things that have happened to you that I know you would never want your daughters to go through and so do I. It's hard to live when you are simply trying to survive. From a divorce to a low paying job to a sister who seems to be trying to take over your motherly duties to the point where your children get upset when she leaves. It must be all taking a toll on you. I know you dream of much better days and I hope those dreams become reality. I am glad I'm not one of the people in your life making things for you more stressful and negative. I'm glad I can provide a zone where you do not have to worry about me being rude or negative towards your situations. I want to be a responsible friend. One who does not judge but listens. Comments you where positive comment is needed. But then again I would be commenting your beauty to the point where you would think I am obsessed. I hope you do not mind that I think of you in a sexual manner because my testosterone goes crazy when I do think of you. I have thought of you in many ways that no other woman has had the honor of, in my mind. Your beauty is no fluke. Which is made even more evident when portrayed side by side with your sister. You did not deserve the treatment your ex showed you. You did not deserve to be deserted by him for a woman who is nothing compared to you. She shipped her kids off to another state just to be with him which is something I know you'd never do. It was hard enough for you just to leave your oldest, Nadia, behind and I know how happy you are to have her back. I at least hope he thinks about them in some capacity. I know it hurts you deeply that he has basically turned his back on you and your children. Men know no bounds when it comes to cruelty. I hope the day comes where you no longer shed tears of sorrow for the past. I feel like it is my duty to show you that not all men are that way. That there are people, like me, who care about you and your children's health and safety. Even if you do not think so or realize it, you are doing a lot better than a lot of women in your position. I will be your friend for as long as there is breath in my lungs and a beating heart in my chest. You are a worthy friend, companion, and mother who deserves the best. Few will ever know the real you and I am so proud to be one those few you have chosen to let into her life. I will always cherish that and know that I will never betray you unlike others have in the past. You deserve the best out of life and the people around you. You are an enigma like no other. Sex appeal that whips men like me into a frenzy. I hope I'm not the only guy who writes about you or admires you. I hope I'm not the only guy who appreciates how hard you work and the sacrifices you have made. You are truly a marvel worth beholding that no amount of darkness can cover up.

Life of Lindsay: Part 2

Lindsay woke up feeling refreshed. The sound of the microwave could be heard beeping as her son, Devin, had just finished making a strawberry toaster strudel. He whizzed past her on his way out the door to school. "Have a good day.", she said not noticing the ear buds he was wearing, preventing him from hearing her. As soon as she closed the door she reached behind her to grab hold of the bulge in Zach's shorts only to grab nothing but air. Grunting, she realized he probably disappeared as soon as she fell asleep to go home so he would not show up to work wearing the same clothes he had worn the previous day. She got up from the couch, still wrapped in her blanket, and headed to her bedroom to get ready for the day ahead. Still naked from the waist down, she examined her self in the full sized mirror that stood next to her dresser. She turned around, spread her feet apart, and bent over. Using her phone, she zoomed in on her pussy that was still glowing from last night's pounding and took a picture. She sent it to Zach with the text "Look at what you did to me Daddy". She then proceeded to pour herself a hot bath. She dwelled on many things while in the tub as usual. Zach, her son's future, and unfortunately her job. After the bath she donned her work attire and put her hair up into the usual bun. She decided on some yogurt for her breakfast before heading out the door. Lindsay was not a morning person. She preferred evenings filled with dark skies, thunderstorms, and of course her daddy. Is it possible to be a slut even if you are only fucking one person? If so, then Lindsay was a total slut for Zach. Checking to make sure nothing in the house was on, seeing as electricity is a money sponge, she then headed out the door to begin her work day. After pulling into the parking lot, after her short drive, she sighed and thought about the many times she should of had a beer before coming into work to help ease the stupidity that went on inside. She greeted Ebony as she stepped in the door. "Hey Ebony, how's your morning?", she asked. "Good girl, just thanking the Lord for waking me up this morning.", she said in return. Lindsay knew better than to let her co-worker aware of her opinion seeing as it would set a negative tone in the workplace. "You mean your alarm clock right? Because that's what woke you up today.", is what Lindsay would have said. Unlike the guy she encountered yesterday, she has to work with these people all day. The lunchtime rush would soon be upon the restaurant so work on preparations began. Going down the usual boring lists of things to do such as counting inventory, making sure the dining room was nice and clean, and other things at least helped pass time. Eleven O'clock finally arrived and the entrance was unlocked to begin business. Typically customers did not start strolling in until noon. Today was different. There was already a customer waiting for Lindsay when she went to unlock the door. It was Zach. At first Lindsay was a little concerned seeing as Zach never showed up to her job before. Staying professional as if he was just another regular customer she greeted him as she let him in. He took up a spot slightly out of view of the register area. Performing her usual duties, she brought him a menu and asked him what drink he would like as he picked his order. He wanted some tea which she promptly got for him. As she turned to go retrieve his drink, she felt the palm of his hand cup her left butt cheek causing her to flush with red. He watched her ass as she went to retrieve his refreshment. He loved her ass. He imagined her walking naked, causing his pants to become tighter. As she grabbed a cup, filling it with ice and tea, she wanted to go back and tell him not to do that here but something inside of her enjoyed what he did even though it was inappropriate at her job. She walked back to his table with his drink and asked if he was ready to order. His face frowned as he observed the menu in his hands. "Strange. I do not see you on this menu.", he said. "I really was looking forward to eating you for lunch.", he added. Lindsay was almost speechless. She stammered as she told him of some of the specials that were not on the menu. He seemed to be more interested in what was in-between her legs as he intensely gazed at her crotch. "Your pussy is the only thing in this restaurant worth eating.", he said with confidence. Lindsay quickly looked back to see if anyone was in earshot or watching as she was strangely turned on despite being nervous. Her pussy seemed to enjoy the compliment as it began to moisturize itself, slowly causing a wet spot to form in her thong. Zach slowly moved his head around to observe that the dining room was still empty, which allowed him to unzip his pants and pull his dick out. Lindsay did not know what to do. Common sense told her to tell her man to put his dick back in his pants but her tongue and mouth refused to form the words. She watched as he stroked himself right there in the table booth. He grabbed her crotch as he stroked himself. Her nipples hardened as she watched her daddy pleasure himself right in front of her at her job. Her mouth salivated as she thought of how delicious his cock looked. His hand was tightly gripped around his shaft as he stroked up and down, playing a game of peek-a-boo with the mushroom head as it disappeared in and out of his hand. Scanning the area quickly, she turned her head back just in time to see pre-cum oozing from her daddy's long hard cock. The pre-cum was the culprit as she could now hear the moist sounds of a dick being stroked back and forth. Her thong was fully engulfed in moisture, making her thankful that her pants were black. "Baby", her daddy moaned silently as his legs straightened out under the table which Lindsay knew was a pre-cursor to him cumming. She took another swift look around the dining room as she quickly moved her daddy's hand, without even a second thought, and wrapped her lips around his dick. Her tongue swam around the head and down his shaft as creamy white cum invaded her mouth. His hips jerked upwards in response to the orgasm that had consumed him. With a mouth full of dick and cum, Lindsay slowly let go of his dick with her mouth that caused a popping sound as his dick left her lips. Before she could swallow his seed, he pulled her shirt and bra away from her chest as he quietly commanded her to spit it all out in-between her supple breasts. She did as her daddy commanded as a big wad of cum seeped from her lips onto her breasts. He let go of her shirt and bra as she licked her lips, ridding herself of any cum that might not have made the trip. He took a sip of tea after he shoved his cock back into his pants. "You know you're not supposed to do that at work right? I guess I'll have to punish you when you get home so be home at three.", he said as he stood up. Lindsay smiled as he walked out the restaurant door back to his car. She was in such a good mood she could have said hallelujah without even sounding sarcastic. Now she definitely could not wait for work to end. The fact she had a soaked and throbbing pussy would make that wait even more unbearable. Lindsay was so intoxicated from the experience she just had, she nearly floated back behind the counter. She was more tolerant of the usual bullshit at work today which her co-workers quickly took note of. "Girl, are you sick or something?", Ebony's nosy behind asked. "Well I am feeling a little warm in my chest area.", she replied. Actually referring to her daddy's cum, unbeknownst to Ebony, that had made her chest warm and sticky just a couple of hours earlier. "You need to go home if you are getting sick.", Ebony suggested. Normally, Lindsay would not fathom such a suggestion but her body definitely was eager to get home. "I'll leave at two, when the lunch crowd dies down.", she suggested. That turned out to be the longest hour of her life. Literally prancing back and forth from customers tables to the counter and back, bringing various food items and such. Everything was a blur to her as all she could hold in her head was daddy and his cock that needed something wet and warm. Her pussy was the anecdote. Lunch died down and two O'clock was here. Lindsay hurried out the door as to not get caught up in a conversation with her co-workers or anyone else. Now she knew how her son Devin felt when he rushed home to play the latest video game release. Driving home was unbearable. Every stop light seemed like it took extra time to change as if it wanted to cock block her badly. Lindsay swore she felt her seat getting wet from the lake forming in her pussy. She could not help herself as she rubbed her crotch slightly and moaned "daddy" as she sat at a red light. Finally she was home. Luckily for her, Zach was there waiting in his car. She smiled at him as she exited her car, swaying her hips sexually knowing he had his eyes locked on to them. Finally in the house, Zach had a few choice words for Lindsay. "Why were you acting like that?", he asked. "Like what?", she replied, totally confused. "Like a whore. What server allows a customer to do that?", Zach said. "But I thought..", before Lindsay could finish Zach said "You want to act like a whore so I'm going to fuck you like one. Take off your clothes." She obeyed and stripped herself of all garments, standing naked in the living room. Zach grabbed her by her arm and threw her over the arm rest of the couch. "Daddy is going to teach you a lesson your pussy will never forget.", he said. "Yes, daddy. I'm sorry", she said as her ass was slapped repeatedly by her daddy. Every slap of his hand produced a wave of flesh that rippled outwards from the impact every time. "I'm so sorry for being a whore", she exclaimed as her ass cheeks turned red. Daddy knelt down behind her, spreading her cheeks with his hands as he took a good look at her most desirable assets. He poked and prodded her pussy with his tongue, tickling her asshole with his nose as he did. Like a paintbrush, he moved his tongue up and down her backside as he painted her with pleasure. She leaned back into his face and gyrated her ass up and down vertically on her daddy's face. "I'm such a good whore daddy. I can't help it.", she proclaimed. "Daddy fuck me please. Daddy fuck me. I want it in me so bad.", she begged. After a minute or two more of sucking on her pussy, daddy finally granted her request. Climbing out of his pants, he then proceeded to fill her insides with his throbbing manhood. As he started pounding her pussy into oblivion, he undid her bun with one hair so he could grab on to it and pull it. Daddy held her wrists together with, behind her back, with one hand as he fucked her. "You like being fucked like a whore?", he asked. "Yes, daddy, I love it.", she moaned out. Daddy was thrusting so hard, as she was bent over the armrest of the couch, that the couch scooted out of place. Her breast bouncing wildly back and forth as her daddy assumed authority over her pussy over and over again. Screaming and moaning filled the air but could not drown out the slapping of groin against groin. He stopped his relentless assault on her pussy to grind against her making sure not a inch of her insides were untouched. Lindsay swam in a lake of pleasure as she squirted down her legs and onto the floor. Zach's toes felt warm and wet as her cum splashed down on them. He let go of her wrists so the upper half of her body could collapse onto the couch as her feet now dangled slightly above the floor. Lindsay was a short girl but that did not matter because her pussy was better than most. Wetter, warmer, tastier, and more tighter than most. It was damn good. He pulled her up by the waist and directed her to go to the kitchen and lay on the table. "Yes, daddy", she replied. Her thighs and legs weak from the pounding she took, she climbed up on the kitchen table. He sat at one in as she crawled towards him and laid on her back in front of him. She sat up on her elbows as her feet dangled off the table with her pussy at the edge of the table. Her daddy peered at her core, witnessing a feast that was displayed in front of him. Like a person who had not eaten in days, he dived face first into her wet pussy causing her to tilt her head back and moan. "Is this what you wanted at lunch today, daddy?", she asked. Daddy was too busy slurping and eating to respond to her question. He moved her legs into a spread eagle, allowing himself to get bigger mouthfuls of her pussy. Her pussy was marinating in her daddy's saliva and spit causing a mess. Which was made even messier when she came again. Her pussy leaking and squirting more cum making her daddy's face look like he had been underwater. She screamed and squirmed as her body reacted to its orgasm. Her daddy stood up and grabbed the underside of her knees as he positioned himself inside of her again. His dick felt so goddamn good. Her pussy grabbed it and refused to let go. Every thrust he made excited her senses. Every stroke splashing her in a lake of pleasure. Her hair was a mess, her ass red, her breasts sticky, her pelvis soaked. Her feet and breast flailed wildly as her daddy fucked the living daylights out of her. At that moment nothing mattered. Nothing mattered but her and her daddy. If everybody fucked as good as they did, the world would be a better place. Her daddy had the keys to her pussy but that did not matter because he was blowing her doors wide open. Zach tensed up as he could no longer withstand the pleasure of her magnificent pussy as he exploded inside of her with intense pressure. To Lindsay it felt like her pussy was a cup being filled to the brim with warm semen. "I thought you had to work today daddy?", she asked while scooping up cum that was dripping out of her and feeding it to daddy. "I did, but my dick did not want to go. Well actually I did go to work....on your pussy.", Zach said, watching her smile and laugh as she was obviously pleased with his response. After pulling out of her, causing more semen to spill out of her onto the table, she hopped down off the table and cleaned his cock and balls with her tongue. She sucked the juices of their sexual encounter off of his balls as she rotated both of them in her mouth like a dryer. After plopping his balls out of her mouth she proceeded to lick cum off of the kitchen table like the nasty whore her daddy wanted her to be. "This man could make me a muslim if he wanted to.", she thought to herself as she grabbed a towel and cleaning spray from the hall closet to rid the house of any lingering evidence of the amazing sex they just had before her son came home in thirty minutes. "As long as the sex is that good.", she continued to think to herself. She watched as he came out the bathroom, his glorious cock swinging and still partially hard. He went to her bedroom to laydown and after she was done cleaning, she soon followed. Snuggled up with her daddy, she heard the front door open and the words "Hay, mom!" as her soon entered the house. "Hey sweetheart!", she yelled back. "What's for dinner?", he asked. "Oops", she thought. She forgot to take something out before hopping in the bed with her daddy. You tend to forget shit when you get fucked into another dimension by your lover. "Find a menu and order something! My purse is on the table!", she yelled back. Music to Devin's ears. "Praise Jesus!", he exclaimed. "My little atheist is growing up so fast.", she chuckled to herself. Today was a excellent day. No way she was leaving that bed after all the things daddy done to her. Her body needed rest from that crazy day and she had her daddy and Hulu at her side. As of right now, all was well in the realm of Lindsay.