I come straight to your apartment after school just as you told me to. My breathing is coming super fast and my hands are trembling as I work up the courage to knock on your door.
Yesterday my stepfather sent me down to the Manager’s apartment in our complex to tell you that he would need an extra week to get you our rent money. Your eyes gleamed hungrily at me as you slowly circled me, looking me up and down. You stood behind me and put your strong hands heavily on my shoulders, “That’s fine. I will simply expect you here every day promptly after you get out of school to pay off the interest that accrues until your stepfather pays his rent. Starting tomorrow.”
You stepped even closer to me, pressed me to you and ran your hands down my chest, feeling, seemingly assessing, the new buds of breasts that were forming there. “I’ve been watching you grow for the last couple of years, and I do believe you’re beginning to go into heat. You’re in luck, I am an excellent trainer. You are going to learn so many things from me girl. A few ground rules to get you started: do not forget your manners; I like to hear plenty of please and thank you’s from my girls. You needn’t speak unless spoken to. You WILL do as I tell you. You will refer to me as either, “Sir,” or, “Daddy.” And finally, you used to just be another nigger, but now, you lucky girl, you are MY nigger.” And with that, you sat back down at your desk and without looking up at me again, simply said, “Dismissed.”
Now here I am, 24 hours later. I essentially ran from your apartment yesterday and spent all the time between then and now debating what to do. My brain kept telling me to stay away from you forever, but as I placed one foot in front of the other on the walk home, I felt utterly compelled to come back to you. So many feelings are making my head swim: fear, excitement, shame,… and surprise; surprise at the fact that my little pussy has been getting wetter and wetter with each step home from school that brought me closer to your door. I take a deep breath and knock timidly… no answer. I start to knock again, but just then hear a low, but firm, “Come in.”
I step inside and close the door behind me. You’re a large man and you make a very intimidating figure as you push your chair back from the desk. “Normally I break my girls in a little slower, but I have a busy afternoon ahead of me, so you’re going to need to be fastracked today. Get over her and get on your knees girl.”
“Y-y-yes Daddy,” I stammer, terrified. I’m embarrassed at the wetness dripping out of me, but even as my face burns with shame, I walk over to you in your chair and lower myself onto my knees before you.
“That’s right hole, that’s your proper place.” You chuckle. You put your hand under my chin and tilt my head back and with your other hand you unzip your pants and pull out the first penis I’ve ever seen. I’m embarrassed, but can’t stop looking at it as you give it a few slow, squeezing strokes. I startle when it twitches. “Since you’re a beginner, I’m gonna let you get started on a semi so you can get the feel of it as it grows. Stick out your tongue, say ‘aaaah’,” you instruct. I do as you tell me and you rub the fat, purple head of your cock across the carpet of my tongue and slide it into my mouth. I’m shocked to discover that I feel greedy for it, and instinctively suck you further into my mouth.
You laugh, “You can’t fight genetics girl, this is what you were born to do.” And I do feel like a switched has flipped in me and I feel like I’m doing what I was made for. I feel my nipples hardening as the head of you reaches the back of my throat.
“Good girl. Now don’t get lazy on me now. A well trained nigger works to get every inch down her throat. You want to make me proud of my property don’t you?”
I look up at you with your cock two-thirds in my mouth and find myself nodding vigorously. I am surprised to discover that I do indeed want to make you proud!
“Here,” you say, “since this is your first time, I’ll even help you.” You pull me up off of the floor and guide me back to a seat on your couch. I sit down and you stand on the couch with one foot on either side of my thighs. “Rest your head on the back, open your little mouth, and relax your throat, Daddy’s gonna do all the work this time so you can learn how to do it next time.”
I do as you tell me, my mouth salivating, I want you to fill it again. You put the head of your fat, White cock back on my tongue and start to push further and further into me. When you reach the back and I start to gag, I start to push back on your strong thighs. You laugh, “That’s okay hole, you can resist, Daddy’s going to get this White cock down your throat regardless.” And with that you push past the ring of muscle at the back of my throat and work your entire shaft into me. With tears streaming down my face I feel overwhelming pride that I have a White man’s cock all the way inside of me. I struggle to breathe as you start to fuck my face in earnest; stroking all the way in and out of my throat, pushing my head hard against the back of your couch. Faster and harder you pump in to my mouth while I gasp in air when I can.
“This is a White man’s cock whore. Let me hear you say, ‘thank you’ for the privilege of having it stuffed down your throat girl,” you demand. I try to say “Thank you Daddy!” but all the sound that comes out around your thick shaft is garbled and unintelligible. With every inch of it forced all the way inside of me, I hear you let out a huge groan as you spray the back of my mouth with cum that I somehow know I don’t even deserve. I swallow over and over again; the muscles in the back of my throat clenching and releasing you with each swallow until you slowly drag your cock across my tongue and out of my mouth.
I beam up at you, “Thank you Daddy.” I whisper.
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