I’m looking at the clock. Only an hour and a half until one of my regular black daddies comes over after he gets off work. I spent too much time flirting online with some horny guy and now I was running late.
I quickly get freshened up and started cooking dinner. This particular Daddy works second shift and comes over a couple times a week to stay the night after his shift. Really the only reason he comes over is to fuck me, but since he’s nice enough to let me ride on his big dick a few times a week, it’s only fair that I cook him some supper.
I hear my garage door open and know Daddy’s home. All my regular daddies have one of my garage clickers, it makes it super discreet when they can pull right in and park in privacy away from prying eyes.
I assume my position at the door, heels touching and pointed in, hands behind my back, head down. My hormone breasts are getting unruly and spilling out over my cup-less corset, exposed and vulnerable in the air, exactly how my Daddy says I should always be around him.
The door opens and Daddy says, “Sup, bitch.” He takes off his coat and hands it to me and walks into the bathroom. I hear the shower turn on while I put his coat up.
Daddy comes out a bit later dressed only in his boxer briefs, his robe hanging open, and sits down at the table as I’m fixing his plate. He still hasn’t even looked at me while he scarfs down my offering. All I can do is stand there silently and obediently while he eats, praying he likes what I made him. This Daddy can sometimes be a little on the mean side when I disappoint him.
Daddy finishes up with a sigh and heads over to the couch. He takes off his robe and sits down. I know what to do as I make my way behind the couch and start massaging some oil into his shoulders and neck. Daddy works hard and he enjoys having me rub his muscles down, it’s almost a ritual now after all the years he’s been dicking me down. Secretly I think he just wants to subtlety remind me how strong and in charge he is by making me worship his muscles, but I don’t care, I’m in whiteboi heaven.
I rub warm oil all over his shoulders, up his neck and around his ears, then down his big, tattooed arms. He smells so good, and my little white hands look so sexy rubbing his dark skin. If I was still able to get a little sissy stiffy, this would have been the time.
“Come here, baby,” he says. I walk around the couch and crawl up on top of him, one leg on each side of his, straddling his thighs and bringing my little butt down right on his bulge. I’m still running my hands all over his shoulders and neck and I can tell he’s getting hot as he gropes my butt cheeks, pulling them apart over and over, exposing my little hole.
I start moving my butt up and down his growing bulge. I rubbed up and down the whole length, rubbing it between my cheeks, up against my plug, my inverted chastity cage keeping my little balls pushed out and exposed, just like my tender breasts. Every sway of my hips squished, rubbed, and tickled my sensitive little beta balls up against his growing manhood.
Daddy’s hands start roaming all over my body while I writhe on his lap like a coked up stripper. I push my tits up into his face and he starts groping them, pulling on them, kneading them, hefting them in in his hands. His big hands feel rough on my tender estrogen filled tits, but it’s sending lightning bolts through my body.
Daddy takes one of my puffy, plump nipples into his mouth and starts sucking. I brace for the pain. Daddy has always been rough on me, never giving me any break from his abuse.
The pain never comes, only pleasure as he feeds and suckles on my eager nipples. He pinches and pulls on my swollen nipples, coaxing the white milk out of them. The estrogen has had me leaking and dripping for months, and Daddy seems to love this new talent of mine. His mouth moves from nipple to nipple, feasting, feeding, using his hands and mouth to squeeze every drop of my pussyboi milk out into his hot mouth.
I couldn’t believe how gentle Daddy was being with me tonight. This was not normal for him. He’s always been aggressive and strict, and I’ve been on the receiving end of a good beating a few times when I’ve disappointed him.
Even without the occasional ass kickings over the years, that I may or may not have deserved, he’s always choking me so hard he leaves his hand prints on my little neck, slapping me around until my head is spinning, groping my breasts so hard I think he’s going to pull my new boobies right off of me.
He spanks me for what seems like hours on end, leaving my sensitive bottom red and on fire, me curled up on the floor bawling. Usually by the time he’s done with me I usually look like I’ve just been gang banged by a bunch of mules.
Me being the abuse-addicted fuck toy that I am, I love it. I crave it. I literally beg him to treat me like that.
But tonight was different, something about him seemed... softer. Still aggressive, still strong, but touching me differently in a way that my horny little brain couldn’t put a finger on just yet.
His efforts on my breasts and nipples had me on fire, the feeling of him feeding on my plump femboi breasts like that is indescribable.
I couldn’t take the teasing anymore. “Daddy, I need you to fuck me. Please!” I whimpered at him while he tugged on my tits.
He lets loose from his death grip on my breasts and together we pull down his briefs, him actually doing all the work while my little hands cling to his.
He sits back on the couch and I resume my position on his lap. Both my nipples are leaking my milk again, and he goes back to his task. I reach behind me and start tugging on the plug I stuffed in earlier. With a little effort and pulling I got it to come out with an audible pop.
I shifted around and squatted right over Daddy’s stiff dick. I scooped up some of the hot lube that was running out of my little pussy and gave Daddy’s dick a good tug, getting him slick for me. Then I lined him up and started to work the head in. I felt my boi pussy immediately surrender and open up to accommodate him, then I sat all the way down and impaled myself on his entire dick.
Daddy is moaning into my breasts, his hands holding me down on the cock impaling me. I can feel my hole spasming and clenching uncontrollably, and all I can do is ride the high that only a truly big cock can provide when it first enters you and bottoms out.
After a few minutes my quivering hole starts to relax and when I’m breathing normally again, Daddy’s hands start moving my waist, working me up and down his shaft, using my aching hole to jerk himself off.
The pace starts to increase, starts getting frantic. We’re getting to that part of the fucking when all the pretenses have been thrown out and now we’re just rutting, just breeding, lost in carnal passion. Me, bouncing my little bubble butt on his huge cock like my life depended on it. Him, thrusting up into me like his only goal was to see his dick start coming out of my mouth.
Then Daddy reaches up and grabs me roughly by my long hair and starts pulling my face towards his. I brace for it, making sure my tongue isn’t between my teeth, knowing this is usually about the time he starts slapping the shit out of me while he rapes me.
But he didn’t hit me this time. He brought me down to his face and… He kissed me! My eyes shot open and I looked at him while his powerful mouth started gently kissing on my lips, playfully but passionately, intentionally. My mouth started to respond, my body knowing what it should be doing even while my foggy brain was struggling to make sense of what was happening.
See, Daddy has never kissed me. Not once. The first time he fucked me I tried to kiss him, but he slapped me in the face so hard I nearly fell over and said, “I don’t kiss whores.” Thus began four years of Daddy fucking my willing boi pussy almost weekly, and he never even let me have a kiss. I guess I can’t blame him knowing all the things his dick has done to my mouth over the years.
Daddy’s lips were big and strong on my dainty mouth, each kiss easily sucking my entire lip into his. Then his tongue starts pushing into my mouth. Just enough to start opening my lips apart at first, then deeper. Even his tongue was abnormally big, and feeling him probe it around in my mouth was melting me.
I was desperately trying to get my lips to close around his big tongue as he explored my mouth with it, wanting to suck on it like I had seen in my pathetic goon sessions. But his tongue was powerful, and he was just as aggressive with his mouth as he was with his cock.
Finally he moved his tongue just the right way and I caught it with my lips, sucking hard to keep it in my mouth. I opened my eyes and he opened his. I used my eyes to try and show my total submission to him as I gently sucked on his tongue, running my pursed lips up and down it, sucking on it lovingly like it holds life’s nectar itself. It slowly but surely slipped from my greedy lips.
I pulled back slightly from our embrace to look at Daddy, unsure what was next as this was new territory with this man who I thought I knew. Daddy looks at me and smiles so big, so brightly, practically beaming at me like I’ve never seen before. I couldn’t help it, my emotions flooded to the surface and exploded as I smiled back at him and started giggling and laughing like some ridiculous little ditsy school girl.
About that time we both realized I was still sitting on his dick, and we started moving at the same time. We got the rhythm going pretty fast, my little hole already reshaped and practically worn out by this time, and greedily accepting every thrust he gave me.
I wrapped my hands around the back of Daddy’s strong neck to brace myself and started riding him with crazed lust, bouncing my brains out on his cock, grinding it up into my tummy, making it hurt just right in the sweetest way.
I looked up from my riding and looked at Daddy. I couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss even while I’m voluntarily getting my brains fucked out.
I wanted more. I wanted to feel his mouth engulf my mouth again, pushing my little tongue aside with his, dominating my mouth the way he’s been dominating my entire body for years. I was hungry for it, but hesitant.
Would he let me kiss him again? What if he doesn’t? He’s going to fucking hit me, I just know it. All these thoughts going through my head while I bounce myself on his cock, still hanging on to his powerful neck and shoulders with my little hands, hanging on for dear life while I submit my body to his manhood.
I had to try it. I would never forgive myself if I didn’t at least try it. Hopefully all he’ll do is slap me around some. I literally beg him to do that to me anyways. I just hope he doesn’t beat my ass again, talk about ruining a good fuck.
I looked at up into Daddy’s eyes, remembering the first time I ever did so four years ago and receiving the first of thousands of his slaps to my face, and tried to show him with my eyes what I couldn’t even put into words myself yet. I boldly looked down at his mouth, my sticky painted lips parting slightly in anticipation. Then I looked back up into his eyes.
I mentally braced myself to get hit, I leaned in, and our lips met. His hands came up around my back and pulled me into him as his mouth crushed mine. I tried darting my tongue into his mouth, but I was no match for him. He overpowered my tongue and pushed his into my mouth, spreading my lips just as easily as his cock has done so many times.
He was getting worked up, groping me roughly, forcing me down onto him over and over again. His tongue was doing nothing short of raping my mouth, leaving me with nothing to do but open up and accept him.
A feeling begin to wash over me, a feeling I’ve been having in the back of my foggy porn-addled brain all night. I still couldn’t quite straighten it out in my mind, but it was building like a volcano. This whole night felt somehow different.
As Daddy bounced me on his over-sized cock over and over again, dominating my mouth, suckling on my neck, pulling and groping on my sensitive breasts, devouring my entire sweaty body for his own gratitude, realization began to take hold.
No. That can’t be right, I thought. This lifestyle has never been about that. Six years ago I finally came to terms with who I was, with what I was.. And the acceptance was freeing, like a weight finally being lifted off, after years of pulling me down, drowning me.
I dove head first into the lifestyle I willingly chose, the one that would give me what I actually needed to be happy. I committed wholly, fully knowing that the remainder of my life would be devoted to serving aggressive, abusive black bulls, men who know how to hate-fuck sissy whitebois like me. I thrive on the abuse, the degradation, the humiliation, the occasional violence, the fear of fully submitting to men who I suspect genuinely fucking hate me, and prove it to me by fucking me like some throw-away cum rag.
This was never about love.
This was about fulfilling every carnal desire me or anyone else could think of. This was about allowing my body to be used for someone else’s pleasure, being of sexual service to those above me. Someone has to be on the bottom of the sexual hierarchy, and I love being there.
But I felt it. I knew it. It was building up in my brain just like my orgasm was building in my greedy little cum hole.
As I bounced up and down on this older black man’s huge dick, I knew it was true even as I tried to push the thought away.
I love him. Fuck.
I didn’t just love him, I’m in love with him. How is this happening to me?
The countless years of pornography and propaganda and estrogen broke my feeble whiteboi brain. It rewired me. I know I've been brainwashed, and I love it. But this was different.
As our orgasms built, our pace became frantic, desperate. It was something that had to happen. The air was electric with our lust.
I needed to say it. I wanted to scream it at the top of my lungs. I was in love with him now, and I couldn’t contain it. My emotions were boiling over, unable to be contained. It was building up so much, gathering at the tippy top of my brain.
I needed to say it, to get it out there, but I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to ruin this, whatever this strange night was, this fleeting moment.
Most of all I didn’t want him to beat my ass when I was this close to cumming all over the big dick he’s got crammed inside me.
But I couldn’t stop myself. He’s been pummeling my little sissy spot for hours, I’m going to spurt.
My sissygasm exploded all throughout my body, my every sense and nerve on fire with pure ecstasy and lust. I impaled myself down on Daddy over and over again, riding the wave time and time again. It seemed endless. I was barely aware of my limp caged clitty leaking all over the place like a sissy cum faucet.
I screamed,”I love you Daddy!!!” while I fucked myself on his big black cock.
Daddy’s hands tightened around my waist, painfully. Here it comes, I thought. I done fucked up.
Daddy pulled me down hard with one final thrust, shooting spurt after spurt of his potent black seed inside me. Every spurt of his cum was followed with a deep, powerful thrust up into me, driving his cum deep into me where it belonged. Over and over again he deposited his seed into me, breeding my quivering hole good and deep. I could literally feel my insides start to swell from his relentless stream of cum.
I was still in a squatting position on his extremely hard cock, and my burning thighs were shaking uncontrollably, practically vibrating the whole couch as our orgasms coursed through us.
Eventually Daddy stopped with his thrusts, satisfied that he had successfully bred me like the free use cum dumpster that I love being. His head tilted back on the couch trying to catch his breath, and I could only hold onto his sweaty muscles and bask in what he just did to me.
Daddy finally lifts his head, looks at me and says, “I love you, too, baby girl.”
I melted into Daddy’s arms, planting kisses all over his chest, tasting his salty sweat. His dick was still lodged inside me, showing no signs of softening yet.
Daddy’s breath slowed down, became steady. His arms were still holding me, and as I drifted off to sleep, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to kneel between his legs and clean our love juice off of his precious, precious balls, washing him clean with my loving tongue and swallowing it all down into my little tummy as he drifts off to sleep.
