My vibrating anklet goes off, waking me silently without disturbing my Owner. I quietly stretch out the regular stiffness from my yoga-mat-on-the-floor bed while scratching off another day on my mental calendar, counting down until my father’s debts are finally paid off.
I slide my Owner’s covers gently to the side, careful not to wake him having learned the hard way what punishments would await an incorrect ‘alarm service’. I see his already hardened cock waiting for me, still covered in last night’s mess, as I climb onto the bed from the foot. His giant, hairy form heaving slowly as he still sleeps soundly while I pull back my hair getting ready to give him his daily wake-up blowjob. Taking a deep breath, I lower my mouth to gently start licking his oversized balls, somehow always swollen with cum despite his numerous daily releases.
In the months since he’s taken me into his ownership, he’s refused to trim any pubic hair, deciding that it’s more demeaning to have his little 25 year old brown sex-slave lick him clean every morning rather than making any attempts to keep himself hygienic. I get to work, noting how I barely have to try to suppress my gag reflex as I’m greeted with his normal morning stale cum-crusted pubes. I don’t hesitate in taking one of his balls fully into my mouth, gently but eagerly sucking and licking away at them, desperate to get as much of my job done as possible before he fully wakes up. Finishing with one, I quickly move onto the other, grabbing his cock and beginning to slowly work his shaft up and down with a little rotational movement that I know he likes while cleaning our mess from the previous night from his balls. His legs are already helpfully parted for me to be able to lick beneath and around his balls too without having to wake him before moving on to his now throbbing, thick 7 inch shaft. From his increased stirring, I know that I don’t have much time before he wakes up which encourages me to work as quickly as possible.
Bracing myself with another deep breath, I expertly lick off the thick bead of pre-cum dripping down his cock with a little flick of my tongue before taking the entirety of his girth into my mouth. His cock is so thick that it easily fills my entire mouth, the head pressing against and beyond the teeth on both sides of my mouth at the same time. From experience I know that he has a little tolerance for teeth-scraping due to his thickness being too much for most girls, but that patience is easily worn out so I don’t spend much time trying to coat his cock in as much spit as possible before pressing my head down hard, pushing the thick head of his cock past my jaw which is the tightest part of my mouth. The now-familiar stretched ache returns as he slides past my jaw, working down into my throat much easier until my full, soft lips are met by his well padded pelvis. Feeling his legs starting to stretch as he begins to wake up properly sets off a panic in my mind, resulting in me tightening my throat around his cock as much as I can while rotating my head side-to-side slightly and pressing hard against his pelvis to give as much sensation on the head of his cock as possible. With my air running out though, I eventually have to come back up to take a breath before aggressively bobbing my head up and down over him, using one hand to work his shaft along side my mouth, and the other to massage his ever-filling balls. I resist the instinct to wipe away the tears which are forming from the repeated gagging, knowing that he’ll find the look attractive and will only go harder if he doesn’t see them there already, and instead focus my efforts on trying to get him off as quickly as possible.
I know though that I’m too late and that he’s woken up as his legs start to rise around me, crossing over the back of my head and then firmly clamping down around me, squashing my face down into his pelvis with extreme force as his cock buries itself deeper into my throat than before. I clutch the bedsheets with my fists while bracing for the pain and discomfort of him thrusting against me face like this for what feels like minutes before finally easing off to let me up for air. Unable to stop coughing and sputtering in time, he grabs me by the hair on the top of my head with one hand, and slaps me hard across the face with the other waiting for a short interval before slapping again.
“Good morning Sir” I finally sputter out, stopping the punishment by having said the magic words he was waiting for.
“Kind of average I’d say” he replies, still not having let go of my hair to let me get back to work, which I know is never a good sign. My fears are soon realised as he yanks my head to the side by the hair, placing me on my back with my head hanging over the side of the mattress as he positions himself on the floor next to me on his knees, aligning his cock with my mouth. Dutifully I open my mouth waiting to take him in again, but instead he decides to toy with me a little first, letting his wet and dripping cock rub over my face and prod me while I can do nothing but take the humiliation and prolonged tormenting until he finally guides it into my mouth.
Grabbing my breasts, which each easily fitting into his hands, he squeezes hard to make me cry out as he uses them as grips while he fucks my face. I force myself to grab the bedsheets again to stop myself from using my hands to try and stop him. Kicking out helplessly with my legs while he slams his body against my face, pulling and twisting at my breasts in all directions with every thrust clearly enjoying the signs of my pain and my determination not to struggle against him while I can do nothing but let him continue; trying to distract myself from it all, though finding it near impossible to do so with big, heavy, pendulum-like balls slapping against my nose and eyes with every thrust leaving more and more thick and sticky strands of spit and pre-cum between us every time which quickly begins to feel like a degrading, sloppy spatter of glue slowly dripping up my face and into my hair.
Finally he begins to slow down which I know is a sign that he’s about to cum. Luckily for me, today it seems that he’s decided to cum directly in my mouth rather than spraying it as widely as he can to create more mess for me to clean up. I hold on to his thighs with my hands to try and brace myself as he comes to a stop, feeling his cock tightening before it starts shooting rope after rope of thick cum directly down my throat, continuing with ever smaller thrusts into my mouth as his cock begins to soften, but unfortunately still not easing up on his vice-like grip on my breasts.
Finally though he eases himself back, leaving me to get by breath back properly and gently try to massage some of the pain out of my breasts, knowing that I will have fresh painful bruises very soon. Knowing better than to do so without his permission, I resist the want to wipe my face from the spit and precum mess caused by being facefucked.
My respite is shortlived however when he gestures for me to position myself on the centre of the bed. I slowly, but dutifully do as I’m told, dreading what could be coming next. With surprising dexterity for his age, he quickly climbs back onto the bed, casually giving a quick but hard slap to one of my breasts before mounting my face. His protruding stomach barely covered by his balls and cock which he rests on my face over my eyes to position his ass over my mouth. Grabbing a fistful of hair in each hand, he lowers himself onto my face. I begin kissing his anus, mouth still wet from the sloppy facefucking before saving me from having to lick him, though a firm tug on my hair indicates that he isn’t going to let me off that easily and wants me to increase the intensity. Reluctantly, I part my lips and use my tongue to gently and quickly flick back and forth over him alternating with kisses and sucking on him too. I notice him getting into it as he starts to rock on top of me, though another sharp tug at my hair tells me that he wants more. He settles himself down firmly over my mouth to let me push my tongue inside of him, letting out a low, deep moan as I press my tongue as deep into him as I can, straining to keep position despite using my hands on his thighs to pull him into me as much as possible to make it easier. With his legs by my ears, I can barely make out his taunts, though I have been around him enough to hazard a guess that it was probably him asking how the taste of his ass compares to the curry I’d probably be having if I was still at home instead or something similar. After so many months, his casual racism had begun to get quite repetitive, though unfortunately he remained steadfast in finding new and creative ways to make use of me sexually. After bouncing on and riding my face for a while, he finally decides to let up, sitting back against the headboard of the bed.
“I need my morning piss,” He tells me with an unsettling grin on his face that I get the impression isn’t solely from his enjoyment of seeing my dishevelled state “but I’m too worn out from my ride to get up…” With a silent sigh to myself, I position myself on my hands and knees in front of him on the bed, taking the tip of his cock into my mouth and preparing myself for what is coming next as I gently massage his perineum which has helped speed things along in the past when he’s wanted to pee so soon after cumming.
I didn’t have long to wait this time before a warm trickle started in my mouth, though initially in short bursts I could already tell it was at least starting in multiple streams making me glad that he had let me take it directly this time rather than have me further back and try to aim for my mouth to create more mess for me to clean. His stream soon quickened has I hastened to swallow it as fast as I could both to avoid my mouth over filling and to avoid the extra concentrated taste he always had in the mornings. I could tell though that he was straining, trying to pee as hard as possible to make it difficult for me, clearly hoping that I’d make a mess to give him reason to punish me (more than he’d punish me regardless anyway). Soon his stream started to slow down again though as he was nearing empty, letting me take longer gaps between swallowing to make things easier. Though evidently he had noticed that and went for one last attempt to have me cause a mess by unexpectedly smacking me on the back of the head right before I was about to swallow. With a difficult struggle though I was able to avoid spilling any this time.
“You’re learning” he muttered to me with a smile, his disappointment at not being able to cause me to make a mess overshadowed by how impressed he was at seeing how far along I’d come due to his ‘training’
“Well, time for breakfast and a shower now I think” he added with another mischievous grin……..
**[End of Part 1]**
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Hi all. This is my first attempt at writing something like this so I thought it would be better to write it in parts so that I can know not to bother continuing if no one is interested, and also so that I can take any feedback and criticism into account going forward.
All opinions, feedback, and criticism is welcome and please let me know if you’d like me to keep going through the ‘Day in the Life’ series
Thanks for reading :) x
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i can read just about anything, so the content here wasn’t really a barrier for entry on my part.
I struggle to find a beat, there is no flow i can personally follow. which is probably just a difference in our styles.
and there are a lot of re-affirm statements that seem like filler to me.
for example, maybe spending a longer paragraph on how important she finds it to avoid punishment would be better than peppering the constant reminder through the most active scenes.
Such a paragraph would be a good time to add that line about casual racism as well, not dropping it in the middle of the would be crescendo
There is a point where paragraph 4 seems heavy-handed to me.
>”From experience I know that he has a little tolerance for teeth-scraping due to his thickness being too much for most girls, but that patience is easily worn out so I don’t spend much time trying to coat his cock in as much spit as possible before pressing my head down hard, pushing the thick head of his cock past my jaw which is the tightest part of my mouth. The now-familiar stretched ache returns as he slides past my jaw, working down into my throat much easier until my full, soft lips are met by his well padded pelvis.”
These are two facts, or activities or thoughts what ever, that i think would have been better suited appart from eachother.
While nothing about her situation is subtle, the writing seems very keen to ram as much data into my mouth as it can manage.
Unlike our fair lady, I have the option to chew and tend to just glaze past this part of the paragraph. I don’t feel like i miss much without it, and certainly did skip over it entirely the first read-thru.
Not judging this on the subjectmater, you’ve got a knack for the writing. you just need to refine your style and perhaps retain a focus from beat to beat. Instead of the generalizing “I sucked very well (to avoid punishment)” a call to keeping these thoughts seperated within the paragraph might make for a better scene.
“it is important for me to avoid punishment.
I entertained his thick, disgusting meat with a great deal of motivation.”