Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly.
by DiscipleN
Chapter 8
A long silence followed. Stace tried to ignore the worst possibility. Had he killed me? Fear drove her then. She slipped off of her bed and carefully opened her bedroom door.
“It’ll strengthen your neck muscles.” Terry spoke sternly in a soft voice from the living room.
What was happening?
Stacy slunk into the hall and along its shielding wall. She dared to peek into the room. She saw me with my head buried under his stomach. It slowly rose and fell. I was rapidly losing strength.
She guessed. Under the black intruder’s mass of fat I was blowing his cum soaked dick.
“Suck up every drop, Slut. This is what you should have done this morning, but you left me there with cum dripping into the cot and the blanket!” He remonstrated. “I had to clean that shit up and the fucking, upper bathroom!”
My daughter ducked back, fresh tears seeping out. Would the nightmare ever end?
“I saw you there, baby slut.” Terry’s sharp eyes informed his sharp mouth. “Look all you want. You’ve already done more than I could have asked for.” He laughed.