I’ve been doing five day fasts for several years now, followed by 2-3 days of light eating and then starting the cycle again. I love it for weight control and saving money on absurdly expensive food nowadays. When I was in college in the twenty-teens I could eat well on $150 a month. Now I spend twice as much and my cupboards make me feel like I’m standing in Tiny Tim’s kitchen.
The first day or two can be a little unpleasant with the hunger pangs, but by day two or three they’re gone and I don’t even think about eating anymore. It’s very freeing and gives me this bouncy, lightweight feeling all the time. Not to mention how great it is for sex, both my own body image of feeling thin and airy, and the cleanliness side of it, too.
During this time I was seeing (nice way to put it) several guys on the regular. Sometimes I would see them a few times a week, sometimes I wouldn’t hear from them for months on end. I had been hooking up with all of them for at least a year at that point, with my longest relationship with my og Daddy, who turned me out to black men over 10 years ago.
These were not boyfriends that liked to Netflix and chill, mind you. These were men. Aggressive, alpha men. Black men, my obsession. I didn’t really plan it this way, it just happened by word of mouth. One of my daddies would come over for his regular release and either bring a trusted friend, or tell me he had someone I should meet. And they just never left.
Every one of them I called Daddy. I don’t know why, but every time I call a black man Daddy, he fucks me harder. So Daddy it is.
They all knew I saw other guys and no one cared, it’s not like we were dating or any of that. Just fun fuck buddies, sexually frustrated men who need what men need, and I was happy to let them take it from me. I’ve never been lucky enough to have any group fun with them, only two guys at the same time. But a girl can dream...
Sometimes I would go into the city to meet up, but most often they would drive the 40 mins out of the city to my little house in the country. A private garage they can enter and park in discreetly, and no neighbors to hear me scream.
I love taking care of my daddies. I go out of my way to make them feel like my home is their home. I loved to give them massages and make them feel good, rubbing their legs, kneading their shoulders, massaging their necks with my soft hands. Everything from a foot rub to a hot oil massage. Anything I could do for them that I knew their stingy bitches wouldn’t give them, I went out of my way to do. And it works.
I also love to cook for my daddies. After high school I was suddenly on my own, I couldn’t afford to eat fast food or takeout, so I taught myself to cook. Now, I always try to have a meal ready for Daddy, whether he wants to eat or not. Some visits he stays all night and I feed him dinner and breakfast, some visits he just does his business with me and heads home.
This particular night I had just finished making a plate for my Daddy, the original man who broke me in and turned me blacked. I served him his plate and sat in the other chair while he ate, sipping on some water and lemon.
He’s really tearing into his plate and I’m practically beaming, and finally he looks up to take a breath and looks over at me.
“You ain’t having anything to eat, baby girl?”
“I’m on a diet, Daddy. I cooked for you.”
“What kind of diet,” he asked?
“It’s a fast.” I started to tell him about my diet, just babbling away. I don’t think he even heard most of what I said, just hearing what he wanted to hear. Men are so sexy, couldn't care less about what's coming out of my mouth, only with what he can stuff in it. I love it when he treats me like that.
“...so I won’t be able to eat anything for the next five days. Like nothing at all, just water.”
He stopped the fork halfway to his mouth and said, “So you can’t eat anything at all?”
“Well…” I said, giving him a naughty look. “I can still eat some things.”
“Good, cuz you gonna anyway. You know, you gonna need a lot of cum in your tummy to survive all week with no food.” He goes back to eating like that was the most normal thing ever said at a dinner table.
“If only I had some big, strong, manly man to help me with my problem...” I pouted at him in the most over-exaggerated, please fuck my brains out way I could manage.
Daddy didn’t say anything, just finished off his supper in silence. Then he pushes back from the table and I cleared off his plate for him. When I sat back down he spoke.
“I tell you what. I want to help you out, do my part to help a girl in need. Never say I don’t do my charity work.”
“Starting tomorrow you’ll drive into the city and meet me for lunch all week. If you keep being a good little bitch I’ll drop a load in your mouth for lunch, keep you tided over for the day. I’ll stay here at your place this week, make sure you go to bed with a nice full tummy every night.”
I hopped up and gave Daddy a tight hug. “Thank you, Daddy!” I practically squealed at him.
Good grief. I'm so pathetic.
I started to plant light kisses on Daddy’s neck, saying thank you with every kiss. His hands started pulling me onto his lap and I climbed up and straddled him. Our lips came together as his hands wrapped around my back, running his hands all over my skin, his touch giving me what my body needs. I moved my hips up and back, sandwiching his brief-covered dick between my cheeks, up the entire length and down again.
Daddy unhooked my bra and I let it fall off of me, letting my tender hormone breasts swing free. Daddy broke our kiss and sucked one of my sensitive nipples into his hot mouth, suckling and teasing with his tongue while his hands groped and mauled at my chest. I'm melting from his touch, from all his attention to my yearning body, the emotions washing over me and pouring out in whimpers and gasps.
Tonight I was wearing my cute little pussy-shaped chastity cage, almost as small as my flat cage, but I adored the pink pussy shape it had, and it always made me feel so weak when I wore it. It makes my little balls push out past it, drawn tight and exposed and vulnerable. As I rubbed my bottom up and down Daddy’s cock, we were squishing my balls between us with every stroke, every push of my hips driving them down onto Daddy’s throbbing shaft. It hurt so bad, but I loved the pain. I ached for it.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and stood up as I locked my legs around his waist as tight as I could. He held me there in the air while we enjoyed each other’s mouths, our lips and tongues dancing, fighting, teasing. He slowly lowers me down and sits me on the table as we reluctantly broke our kiss.
His hands start pulling down my booty shorts and I lift my hips to help him. He pulls them all the way off of my smooth legs and throws them aside, and I pull my legs back to my sides, spreading myself wide and holding them back with my arms and offering him my hungry pink hole in the most obscene and desperate way I could. My breasts were being smashed together and pushed up on my chest by my knees, and I could see my swollen nipples oozing my white sissy milk.
Daddy pulls down his shorts and out comes my favorite black cock, the first I had ever had, and still servicing to this day. He takes it in one hand and gives it a few strokes while he starts pulling on my butt plug. Daddy wasn’t playing this time, no teasing me. He grabbed hold of it and pulled it right now.
I could feel my hole gaping and trying to clench itself back closed over and over again, but the muscles just didn’t work too good anymore. I usually had something stretching my butt open more hours of the day than I didn’t, so its natural resting place had just adjusted to being slightly gaped. How humiliating, visual evidence of the damage these men had done to me, but also so proud. So proud of myself for surrendering my body for the pleasures of others for so many years.
I laid there on the table and watched between my spread legs as my muscled black Daddy stroked his big yummy dick, staring down at my spread hole with lust in his eyes, stepping closer and taking aim, the entire scene so graphic, so raw, penetrating my mind and raping my psyche.
In the back of my mind I remember why I'm always plugged and lubed when one of my Daddies comes around. When they get all horned up, their testosterone pumping through their veins and the hormones driving them wild with lust, they don't stop and give me time to lube up. They just fuck me.
Of course, there are a few times when I've "accidentally" forgotten to do it, but only when I'm really feeling like I need to be hurt real good.
Daddy pushed his big head into me and my swollen round lips stretched wide to let him in, not even a bit of resistance left anymore. Daddy’s hands wrapped around my waist and he pulled me all the way down onto him, bottoming out in me as my ass was now hanging half way off the table, the only thing keeping me from falling was that giant piece of meat trying to tickle my belly from the inside.
Daddy held me there and fucked me, not a bit concerned about starting off slow, just right into hard fucking. I put my arms back behind me and lifted my butt off the table, pushing myself forward as he pulled my waist down, resulting in a steady, almost violent rhythm that echoed off the kitchen walls and right into my fuzzy little brain.
He shifts forward and wraps his hands around my small thighs and pins my legs down to the table, slamming down into me from above so hard I just knew the table was going to break again. This wasn’t the first time I found myself getting fucked silly on my own kitchen table and having to repair it the next day, it wouldn't be the last.
I could see sweat building on him as he worked my hole open, fucking it open like he owned it, which he literally did. Any doubt to that could be laid to rest by looking at the spade tattoo he branded on the side of my neck, or the one he gave me on my little butt cheek. Daddy owned my pussy, and Daddy fucked it that way.
I could only lay there pinned down to the table and watch as Daddy worked all of his frustrations from the day out on my poor little hole, then he reached up and grabbed my neck with one of his big, rough hands, clamping down hard.
I love it, I love it when he chokes me! I love submitting every ounce of my body to him, even my ability to breathe. The fear pumps dopamine into my mush brain, and I ride the high like a desperate whore.
I knew what was coming next. I had been playing this game with Daddy for years. I knew what he liked, I knew how he liked to treat his bitches, and he knew what I craved. His hand around my neck was alternating between squeezing shut and letting loose, my head was starting to get fuzzy from the constant denial of air, then the massive rush of oxygen as he loosens his harsh grip around my tiny neck.
Then Daddy starts slapping my face, not too hard, but enough to rattle me with every slap. Over and over he slapped me, choking me, pounding his big dick straight down into my guts, and I was riding the dopamine high like a junkie. Through the fog I watched this obscenity happening to me, reveling in it’s raw filth and the damage it had to be doing to my brain.
There was no orgasm building up, I’m already in one constant body-gasm at this point. Over and over, waves of pleasure coming from his cock and his manliness, barely able to process a thought other than getting fucked and slapped around like a throwaway sex toy.
Finally Daddy had enough slapping me around and went back to holding onto my thighs, crushing them into the table as he used my little pussy to jerk his cock off, building up to get that release.
Daddy loved to cum inside me, he loved to get in there as deep as he could and blast his hot seed into my belly, breeding my hole so deep. I would clamp down on his dick as hard as I could over and over, milking his cock with my broken little hole, trying to coax every last drop out of him. Being bred deep like that, face to face with your Daddy, there is no greater feeling.
But I was hungry, and Daddy promised to feed me. I couldn’t let him forget and blast off in my booty this time.
“Uhg, fuck Daddy, you fuck me so good! Fuck my little hole deep. Yes, deep down in there just.. like.. that.. Fuuuck!”
Daddy loves the dirty talk and so do I. Between the two of us we never shut up when we're fucking, him calling me dirty names, making me call myself names, and me using every pornographic lased phrase my brainwashed mind could think of to drive him over the edge.
“I need your cum Daddy," I panted at him like I was in heat. "I’m so hungry, and you promised. You promised you would feed me!”
He’s grunting now, getting close, so close. I love this part, this build up to the release, watching him go through it. Watching his orgasm build up all over his face, and feeling it inside me when his cock gets impossibly hard, painfully hard, as it pummels into me, and finally seeing it wash over him as he explodes and gets his deserved release. And knowing that my body did that to him.
And now I was seeing it again, seeing him right on the tipping point.
“Shoot your hot nut in my mouth Daddy." I was being a little brat. "I want to taste it. I want to swallow it all down in my tummy and be a good cum slut for you.”
My filthy porn talk pushed him over the edge and as he pulled out of me I slid off the table down onto my knees and wrapped my hands around his legs, looking up at him from under his big, slimy cock sliding in his hand.
I stuck out my tongue and offered him my mouth, showing him how much I wanted it. His big dick was aimed right at my mouth as he pumped the final stroke that finished him off.
He rested his cock head on my tongue and stroked his cum right into my mouth, covering my tongue in that hot sticky mess. Spurt after spurt, he jerked his load into my mouth, and as I felt my mouth filling up, I pulled my covered tongue back into my mouth and tilted my head back as he filled me up so I wouldn’t lose a drop.
As his orgasm slowed down I wrapped my lips around his dick, careful not to spill any of my treat. The taste of his cum was just starting to take over, overpowering my taste buds the same way he overpowers my body. I used my hands to pull gently on his shaft, slowly trying to work the last few drops out of his cum hole and into my mouth.
Satisfied I had slurped out every last drop, I sat back on my heels and savored my treat, swishing it around in my mouth, pushing it around with my sticky tongue, trying to coat every last bit of my mouth with Daddy’s flavor.
It’s intoxicating, when you get addicted to the taste of cum, and you savor it like a junkie getting their fix. It’s intoxicating to know you’re that far gone, that you’ve done this so many times that you’ve created an addiction to it.
Daddy watched me with my treat, swishing his nut all around my mouth, and finally I looked up at him and opened as wide as I could to show him his work.
“That’s right girl, you show me what a good cum slut you are. I like that. Now you go ahead and enjoy your supper bitch.”
And I did. I gulped it all down and spent the next few minutes sucking it all off the inside of my cheeks and using my tongue to clean it off my teeth, and trying to find every sticky drop of yumminess.
Daddy turned around and went in the other room, leaving me there on the floor, reflecting on the path that led me here, on the floor with a busted little butt hole that will probably never close all the way again, and the taste of Daddy’s potent seed soaking into mouth.
But all I could really think about was how fucking hungry I was. It was going to be a long week. Daddy gets up early to leave for work, so where I was going to get my breakfast? My tummy rumbled, thankful for the gift my mouth had earned it, but still wanting more.
I needed to call another Daddy, and I had just the one in mind. He works the graveyard shift and gets off work in the early AM. I just knew I could sweet talk him into letting me work a load out of him in the morning when he gets off work.
I shot off a quick text, grabbed a couple drinks, and went to join Daddy on the couch. His dick was only partially deflated, still plump and full and angry looking, but relaxed, just laying there on his stomach like it was taking a nap.
I handed Daddy his drink and took a few sips myself, then sank down onto the floor beside Daddy’s legs. I rubbed my hands all up and down his hairy calves, massaging them and pulling and twisting his muscles around. I hopped up on my knees and moved my hands up to his thighs, working both hands on one of his meaty thighs, then switching to the other one.
I moved my hands up close to his groin, kneading the muscles just inches from his hanging balls. I saw his cock twitch on his belly. Inwardly I grinned to myself. I knew what it took to get my Daddy ready to go again, we’ve been dancing this to this beat for so many years.
When I was convinced I had done as much with my hands as I could, I leaned in and sucked his balls into my mouth, suckling on them gently, washing them with my tongue, pulling on them with my mouth until they almost popped out, then engulfing in my mouth again, letting them hang in my open mouth while I tickled his balls with my tongue.
I took my time with his nuts, showing them the love they deserve. They held my precious treat, and I knew best how to coax it out of them. I got lost in the act, sucking and licking all over his nuts, rubbing them all over my face, smearing my spit and dribble on my face, degrading myself with Daddy’s big balls.
As I serviced Daddy’s balls, I was watching his cock start to wake up. Daddy’s snake had a pronounced downward curve to it when he was hard, which I loved because it was so easy to get it to slip down deep in my throat. Some guys are really hard to deep throat just because of their shape, but not Daddy. Daddy’s dick fit in my throat like it was made for it. Daddy did throat rape me the first time I met him, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. His abuse led me here, with a mouth full of yummy black bull balls.
With every twitch I watched his cock bounce higher, lowering back down less and less with each bounce, until he was sticking straight up, hard as a rock, his cock head glistening with precum and pointed straight down at my mouth.
I took great pride knowing I brought Daddy to full mast with just my talented little mouth on his big nuts, and the sight of that precum was driving me wild. I continued to feast on his balls, holding myself back from his cock until just the right moment, never taking my eyes off that drop of precum oozing from his big hole.
Each twitch of Daddy’s cock made a little more precum flow out and I watched it build. I knew I had to time it right. Too long, and it might drop off and be wasted. Or Daddy might just get tired of my games and shove it down my throat, robbing me of my treat that I’ve worked so hard for.
Finally I’d had as much as I could take. I let Daddy’s balls slip out of my mouth with a wet pop, and licked the tip of his dick, taking that big drop of yummy precum right on my tongue.
Fuck it tasted so, so good! I could never get enough of that precum flavor, so sweet and promising of the treat yet to cum. I cradled Daddy’s balls with one hand and wrapped the other around his shaft, clamping down and tugging it towards my mouth, milking his precum out. I watched as it oozed out and dripped on my tongue and then I engulfed his entire head with my mouth.
Daddy moaned and grabbed the back of my head with both hands as I started working my tongue around his cock head, searching for every drop of flavor. I massaged his balls with my hand, working them from one side to the other, squeezing on them, pulling the sack down nice and tight, then giving them a gentle massage.
I bobbed my head up and down Daddy’s dick, letting my wet mouth coat it with my stickiness, using my hand to spread my spit all around his shaft and getting it ready.
I couldn’t take it anymore and pulled my mouth off his cock, giving it a sweet, wet kiss before I climbed up on the couch to straddle Daddy. I lowered myself down onto Daddy’s slimy cock as he held it there for me, impaling myself on him for the second time tonight. I dropped my bottom down on his lap as far as I could go and felt him pushing my insides around, reshaping my hole around his cock.
My hands wrapped around his neck and shoulders and he cupped each of my butt cheeks in his hands and I started to bounce. It felt so good as I pulled my pussy up to the tip of his cock, then sat back down on it, the pain as it bottomed out in my belly sending shivers up my neck.
I rode Daddy with passion, with lust, with a goal. I wanted more of his cum in my belly. I needed it now. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since he started talking about it. Now it’s seared into my brain, the thought of Daddy feeding me his cum all week, my tummy so hungry for food, my mouth so hungry for flavor. The longer the week goes on, the more desperate I'm going to get for his cum.
Daddy’s hands left my butt and wrapped around my neck, squeezing down with them both. I slammed my pussy down on him hard while he choked me into submission. Daddy knew I loved this, he knew I needed it. He knew this is what I needed to be happy, his big cock breaking my bottom open while he abuses my body, hurts it, bruises it. Ruins it.
Daddy let me breathe as I rode him, but his strong hands stayed firmly wrapped around my neck, squeezing just to the point of cutting off the air. It felt so good being held like that, being controlled. It felt like a collar on too tight, every breathe just enough of a struggle to make you have to think about it, to fear if you were going to be able to take the next one.
I don’t know why I love it so much, but I do. I can’t help it. Something somewhere along the line broke me.
Daddy’s hands left my neck and wrapped around my waist. I knew Daddy was going to cum. I knew I wanted him to cum in my mouth. But I couldn’t stop myself. It felt too good.
Daddy held me tight, crushing my waist as he shot his seed up into my belly, breeding my tender hole like a bitch in heat. All I could do was hold onto him and take it. I tried to squeeze my little pussy around him, to clench down and help milk his nut into me, but I just couldn’t. There was nothing left down there, just a sloppy, broken hole getting pumped full.
Our breath was ragged and we held onto to each other tight as our orgasms washed over us. Then Daddy grabs my bottom and stands up with me. He spins around and dumps me on the couch, pushing my head down in the cushions while he pulled my butt up into the air. Finally I feel him start to pull his cock out of me.
It both hurt and felt good as pulled out of me. I knew my little hole was good and well fucked, but it held onto his cock like it never wanted to let go. I guess I had adjusted to being on his dick for so long that he molded me onto his curve. It actually hurt as he finally yanked his swollen dick out of me, leaving me gaping in the cool air.
“Don’t move.”
He walked away and came back a few seconds later holding a plate, the same plate I fed him his dinner on. He set it down on the floor beside the couch.
“Now I'm gonna hold you here over this plate. You be a good little bitch and push out all my nut out onto your plate.”
With that he grabbed my waist and pulled me back, my feet still on the couch, but my butt held over the empty space over the plate. He lowered me down, forcing my legs to double up and my pussy to gape open.
I could feel the stream of his cum pouring out of me. I could hear it hit the porcelain. My pussy sputtered and leaked as I tried to push and squeeze and find some semblance of muscle control in my butt. But there just was none.
Daddy let out a disappointed huff and I felt him stick his two fingers up inside me, all the way to the hilt.
Oh my goodness, oh fuck, oh fuck! He wiggled his big fingers around inside of my loose boi hole, stroking my insides so hard and so good. I could feel his cum running out of me down around his fingers and dripping onto the plate as he fingered my broken little bottom.
Finally Daddy was satisfied he had fingered all of his cum out of me and he pulled his fingers out. I don’t know how he did it, but somehow his fingers had brought feeling back to my weakened muscles and I could work them again, trying to squeeze and clench myself closed uncontrollably over and over again, the feeling of being empty almost unbearable to me.
I was crazed with lust. I was drunk on this shit.
“Come get your supper, cum slut.”
I crawled over to where Daddy was standing, holding out his hand to me. His fingers were completely covered in his seed, I couldn’t believe how much cum was covering his fingers and running down his wrist. I looked over at the plate and audibly gasped. It looked like a plate full of soup. Hot, yummy, delicious, man-flavored soup.
I knew my brain wasn’t working right as I reached out for Daddy’s arm, guiding his hand towards my mouth. I took his fingers in my mouth and loudly, passionately, slurped every drop off of his skin. I sucked each finger, ran my tongue up between his fingers, licked up and down his hand and wrist, getting every last drop I could.
Satisfied I had properly cleaned him, I bent over and lowered my head to my plate. I brought my face down close and breathed it in, the smell before the plunge. I pursed my lips and stuck them down in the sticky goo, sucking mouthful after mouthful in past my lips, swallowing it all down with each suck, and feeling the slimy cum slip down the back of my throat.
I feasted on my plate of cum until there was nothing left and I was just licking it dry, like a dog licking it’s bowl. Finally I stopped, sat back on my heels and looked up at Daddy. I could feel his cum all over my face, drying in the air. Daddy grabbed my booty shorts off the floor where he threw them earlier and tossed them to me. I cleaned off my face as best I could.
Daddy watched me and started laughing out loud, something he rarely does. I couldn’t help but start laughing with him, the absurdity of what we just did, what I just did, hitting us both.
I sat there on the floor, basking in the afterglow, replaying the whole thing in my mind, trying to sear the memory of that night into my brain forever.
It was going to be a long week.
