The bottom and his thug

KaShon POV

I go into my bathroom, turn the shower on, take my clothes off, and hop in. I guess I am still in shock that Dre let me fuck him...again. I mean, I honestly thought it would've been a "one and done" situation. As I am showering, all of a sudden the water begins to turn cold. I thought that perhaps I was in the shower too long, and I was using all of the hot water. So, instinctively, I turn the knob completely towards hot. And yet, the water continues to get colder. I hop out, wrap myself in a towel and head towards the living room. Dre is the 'man' of the house, he can go down and talk to the creepy-ass landlord. As I enter the living room, I hear Dre's distinctive snoring. I thought to myself "that ass is probably sore. His bottom gave him a good pumping, I better let him rest". I go to the baby's crib, and he is asleep. I decide to get dressed and go to the landlord myself. I put my LV slippers on, with my Nike gray hoodie and my Nike joggers. I exit the apartment and lock up. We live on the 3rd floor of a 6-floor apartment building. I think there are like 26 apartments total, not sure though.

I head downstairs to the first floor to the landlord's apartment. The landlord is this heavy set white man. He must weigh like 300 pounds, which honestly, wouldn't bother me if he didn't rape me with his eyes every time I saw him. I think it is pretty clear I like dark skin thug niggas. Not mid-aged, pale, doubt their own sexuality, too hair, and big-boned daddies. I reach the door and ring his door bell....no answer. I knock on the door, and it just opens, on its own. I walk in, and it's dark and cold. It seems uninhibited to be honest. Immediately, I get nervous. I stand in the living room and call Dre. Of course, no answer. I must've rocked his world for real. I decide to take a look around...I check every room until I reach the last bedroom at the end of the hall. The door is closed. I open it and step in. There is a chair, nailed to the floor in the center of the room. There are chains connected to the chair, rope against the wall, a whip, a gag, and several different types of dildos and butt plugs. I get the immediate feeling that something is very off, so I quickly turn around and run to the front door. Just as I am about to leave, the landlord comes in. He turns red, either out of frustration or confusion.

"Breaking and entering. Not only do you lead me on, but you snoop too?" he quips. "I..I was just coming down to tell you that we ain't got no hot water. The amount we pay for this ghetto ass place, we deserve better quality." I snapped. "You don't deserve anything. You have a fine ass body, that you take for granted. You have me, A perfect man, willing to treat you like the queen you are, but you say no. Yet, I hear you freaks upstairs. I get complaints all the time from your neighbors about your sex noises. Slut!" He shouts. "Who the fuck are you calling a slut? Get the fuck outta my way, honky. My man will handle you.." I say as I head around him, to the door.

Just as I walk past him, and grabs me, puts me in a headlock, and covers my mouth. I try to scream. but he muffles my attempts. I try to resist and fight back, but he is much stronger than I thought. He sweeps my feet, knocking me to the ground, and punches my chest. His punch, knock the air out of my chest. I gasp for air, and takes off his pants, only wearing his sweaty and stained jockstrap and a wife-beater, and teabags me. he places his enter strap in my mouth. I can taste his salty sweat and smell his overwhelming musk. I feel like throwing up, this is disgusting and humiliating.

He grinds into me several times. Forcing my mouth open, wider and wider, as I take in more of his sweat and musk each time. He turns around and sits on my face. I begin to struggle, as I am having a hard time breathing. I scream for help, but his ass cheeks muffle my screams. Just as I feel that I am beginning to lose consciousness, he lifts himself up just long enough for me to get enough air to survive. After what feels like an hour of this torture, he gets up, smacks me in the face, and drags me by the feet down the hall. I don't notice at first, but we are heading for the room with the sex toys and nailed in chair. I begin to fight back, again but am honestly far too exhausted to really put up a fight. He drags me into the room, drops me on the floor, and locks the door behind him. He puts me into the chair, as I am barely staying awake at this point, and tethers me to it. I try to lift my legs and arms, but nearly every limb is tied to the chair. I am struck, I feel helpless. I begin to cry. He comes over, with the whip in his hand, and strikes me across the face. I yelp for help. He removes his jockstrap, put in my mouth, and duct tapes over. I cant call for help. He unlatches the chair from the floor, flips the chair over, and there is a hole at the bottom of the seat giving him access to my ass. He grabs the largest dildo out of his selection. It had to be 3 times as big as Dre's dick. I started to shuffle again because I knew what was coming.

He doesn't even attempt to lube my bussy up. He sticks the monstrous thing in, and just thrusts the entire thing, or as much that fits, into me all at once. I cry, and shriek, but nobody will hear me.

He continues to beat this plastic beast in my whole, I feel as if I am ripping apart..inside out. When it is as far as it will go, he thrusts in it in and out several times. And finally. seemingly to add insult to injury, he duct tapes it in my whole. It not moving anywhere, but I can feel my bussy juices leaking out. He leans down by my ear and says "now be good for daddy. You will be nice and loose for me later.

He leaves me, suffering, crying, and shouting my muffled calls for help, and locked the door behind him.