Sans titre

falling action

dcn | DM

Niggers, we are the chosen ones!

I love playing with my huge tits. I sneak off at work to grope and squeeze them, I can’t keep my hands off them. They’re proof that I was meant to be a living sex toy.

As she got older, she grew bolder, asking him about pornography even he found degrading, reminding him over and over again her age, and how in just a year she’d be attending the local university, and how she wanted to know everything, just everything, about being a woman.  It wasn’t until she demonstrated to him how she could swallow a two foot flexible dildo that he had finally given in, the sight of her gasping around the drool spilling from her lips as she smiled at him and asked him if she’d done good, Daddy, if this was what boys liked in a girl, too much for him to resist any longer.

That first time he hadn’t been gentle, hadn’t spared her the lust she’d spent the last years building up in him, had let it explode in an orgy of brutality and violence, of his hands slapping and beating and mauling her soft young flesh as he used her, as he drove his cock first down her throat until she struggled and beat on his thighs for him to stop before slamming it home in both her cunt and ass, making her squeal and bringing tears to her eyes as she shuddered and quivered and bucked in his grasp.