My new Black Daddy
Chapter3: It ain't my fault, “Zara Larsson”
The alarm went on like every morning at 6:00 a.m. in my little room in an old but beautiful apartment on the banks of Chicago.
I stirred in my bed holding on to the last seconds of sweet sleep but the annoying noise forced me out of bed so I stretched my arm to turn it off.
My mind shuddered at a memory that tried to finish waking me up, a bad memory, because a shiver ran through my whole body, terrifying me, it wasn't a memory it was a nightmare, a nightmare in which a huge black man ...
I snuck between the blankets curling up, trying to protect my body and also my mind from that nightmare...
It was an ordinary morning and I would soon get up to prepare breakfast, then eat with my mommy, and then go to school on my little cherry red bicycle...
"You can't use your little girl bike, yesterday you crashed into your daddy's car."
The words in resonated in my head with my own voice but with a childish and spoiled intonation like that of a spoiled little girl.
My little body began to shake even though I was completely covered by my warm blankets so I shrugged even more, running away from that feminine voice and the memories that were trying to emerge, like the pain being struck by the Maserati, or the huge black hands from my daddy...
What could I prepare for my mommy’s breakfast? The voice in my head was still feminine and pampered even a little panting.
My mommy was on a diet so repeating eggs and bacon was not an option.
Maybe a red fruit salad, I still had blueberrys and blueberries, and if I accompanied it with cereal and yogurt it would be perfect for the mommy diet, it was important that I stay fit now that I had a bull… I mean a boyfriend, the news that my mother had given me yesterday still surprised me, apparently her new bull ... boyfriend's name was...
Again my brain shuddered, I had approached those memories that I didn't want to remember, terrible but delicious memories...
Think of something else I ordered myself.
«Come on girl, wait girl ?, today you have a long day ahead, you have to go to the library to investigate the squad uniforms, in addition your training will begin today, your training with the handsome, perfect and black Aiyden, so young so beautiful, so similar and so different from Lord Darius, your huge and mature black daddy, that great bull who was about to ride you like a mare in heat ... Oh god yesterday you were a very, very bad girl »
At that moment the radio was turned on, 6:15, and Zara Larsson's sexy voice was heard in my room.
♫Oh my, oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my♫
My small and fragile body was still shaking with fear ... of desire, and in a micron of a second the whole day before it was projected on my brain, the barrier that I had set myself had finally broken and now all the delicious but shameful images were they overflowed in my confused brain.
♫It ain't my fault you keep turning me on♫
I remembered the huge black male who gently took me to his mansion...
It was not my fault that he let me take a stranger to his house, I was hurt and confused, and he was so confident and strong, he had charged me as a princess, I remembered how my clitoris had an erection for the first time, it was not my guilt, any white girl would have been excited to smell the masculine musk of that black bull, it was natural that my clitoris got hard, it was not my fault to turn me on...
♫It ain't my fault you got, got me so gone♫
I remembered the crash with the car...
It was not my fault the accident, it was Aiyden's fault, if that beautiful and strong young black man was not so kind to me I would not have been excited thinking about him, and in his perfect body and dark caramel skin, it was Aiyden's fault for having me so distracted, it wasn't my fault ...
♫It ain't my fault I'm not leaving alone♫
How I undressed in front of him, obeying his orders, without questioning, like a slave ...
It wasn't my fault, I was a small, weak and pathetic white boy, he a huge, mature and powerful black man, I couldn't resist he was stronger than me, any sane girl would have given up, it wasn't my fault ...
My skin bristled and I lay on my back looking at the ceiling of my room before closing my eyes and letting the erotic images spill into my memory.
♫It ain't my fault you keep turning me on♫
I remembered how Daddy Darius took me from my long black hair as if they were the reins of a disobedient filly, as he smelled me like a dog smells a bitch in heat ...
I remembered how Daddy Darius took me from my long black hair as if they were the reins of a disobedient filly, while he smelled like a dog smells like a dog in heat...
It was not my fault to let him treat me that way, it was not my fault for moaning and giving in to his kisses, it was not my fault that my body smelled like strawberries, it was my mother's fault for buying honey smelling shampoo and soap smell of Strawberries with cream, it wasn't my fault ...
I started stroking my white skin trying to supplant daddy huge hands with my small and thin pianist's hands.
♫I can't talk right now, I'm looking and I like what I'm seeing♫
I remembered how Daddy Darius's huge cock was marked on his Italian pants, and when I finally released that monster, how beautiful and powerful it was, it wasn't my fault, it was the fault of that beautiful black cock for measuring a foot of long, for having such a primitive and masculine knot, it was the fault of that chocolate dick for being the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in this life, it was not my fault...
♫Gotta get it, get it, get it, while it's hot right now♫
I remembered how to see and smell that powerful 13-inch cock I begged like a hungry whore, like a believer before her god, it was not my fault to have humbled myself and beg for that precious black manhood, I had to have it, I had to have it, while I was hot and hard, I had to taste it, kiss it, worship it, it wasn't my fault, it was the fault of that perfect black cock for becoming my new god, it's natural to worship a god, it wasn't my fault ...
♫ Oh my god, what is this
Why you all in my business ♫
I remembered how I discovered my true nature while Daddy hit me on my clitoris, it was not my fault to recognize that the tiny thing between my legs was a clitoris and not a penis, it was God's fault, he had created me with a clitty, a dicklett , it wasn't my fault ...
One of my delicate hands down to my flat stomach and continued long until I could touch my delicate and pink clitty, I began to pinch it and squeeze it roughly, trying to match the delicious pain that Daddy Darius had caused me, failed miserably, just a Real man could make me feel like a real woman...
♫Baby I insist, please don't blame me for whatever happens next♫
I remembered how Daddy Darius had caressed every part of my white and delicate body, while making me admit that my huge hips, my gigantic ass and my strawberry colored nipples were those of a whore, those of a sexy girl, it was not my fault that my whole body was that of a sexy bitch, it was mommy's fault for inheriting the genes of a hot slut, it wasn't my fault...
I arch in my bed while one of my little hands caressed my pink nipples and the other rubbed my clit with the open palm, taking it with my whole hand was something that only real men can do, I was not a real man, I meowed like a cat...
♫ No I, can't be responsible
If I, get you in trouble now
See you're, too irresistible
Yeah that's for sure ♫
I remembered how that huge and mature black bull looked at me deep inside my soul with those golden lion eyes and how he kissed me with his thick, African lips and how that thick and huge male tongue violated my feminine white girl throat, It was not my fault to surrender to his kisses, it was Daddy Darius's fault, it was too big and powerful to be able to stop him, it was the fault of how delicious his saliva tasted, it was not my fault, I was just a little high school girl, he was the adult, I wasn't responsible for anything, Daddy was so irresistible, it wasn't my fault ...
I brought my right hand to my mouth and began to caress my thick slut lips, to remember the lips of my black bull.
♫ So if I put your hands where my eyes can't see
Then you're the one who's got a hold on me
No I can't be responsible, responsible
It ain't my fault
It ain't my fault (no, no, no, no)
It ain't my fault (no, no, no, no) ♫
I remembered how I got on all fours like a bitch, showing my huge bubble ass, it wasn't my fault, he was the man, he was the one who had to resist my whore charms, it wasn't my fault ...
I took my wet fingers out of my mouth, just remembering the experience made me drool, I took my delicate fingers to my huge butt and started rubbing my anus…. NO, my boypussy… Sissys like me have a boypussy, I shivered when I could feel my wet and hot pod, my sissy honey was already beginning to sprout, my fingers rubbed in circles my pink boypussy, I groaned even louder, my eyes firmly closed remembering my daddy, it's not my fault, it's not my fault...
♫It ain't my fault you came here looking like that
You just made me trip, fall, and land on your lap♫
I remembered how he looked at me on his knees while his powerful cock sucked like a hungry calf, trying to milk him, bull's milk, it's not my fault to fall in love with that powerful black bull, it was Daddy's fault for looking so muscular and manly, for being so macho and arrogant, it was his fault for taking me home, for making me fall at his feet, it is not my fault.
My fingers entered my pod, my dicklett jumped with joy, my boypussy opened like a flower and easily accepted my two fingers, clenching like a glove, while I felt how hot it was almost boiling inside, and completely wet from that Thick fag honey.
♫Certain bad boy swoon, body hotter than a sun
I don't mean to be rude, but I look so damn good on ya♫
I remembered how I managed to get that perfect ebony God excited to madness, I could certainly see how bad and rude an African warrior can be, but it is not my fault to have a body as hot and sexy as mine, it is not my fault to be the sexiest bitch in school, I remembered how I could eat the thirteen inches of black cock in my first time as a professional whore, it is not my fault that my throat was thrown to suck black cocks, and it is not my fault how beautiful I am I saw on my knees drinking my daddy's milk, it's not my fault how perfect a Sissy looks on her knees before a black man, it's not my fault.
My fingers went in and out of my boypussy while my left hand pinched my nipples that were hard and red, my throat let out little moans and sobs with that feminine and spoiled voice of a naughty girl.
While the music kept playing in my room I was wringing more and more erratically, until I couldn't stand it anymore my whole body tensed arching upwards, lifting my fat hips forward hoping to sink into a huge black cock, but only finding my thin fingers, my nipples toward the ceiling pulsed painfully, and my eyes finally open saw nothing, for the orgasm that exploded from my boypussy caused my eyes to turn back leaving my gaze blank.
A shriek more like that of a sow in a slaughterhouse came out of my throat while my body shook uncontrollably and in my mind only the image of my daddy's big black cock remained erasing everything else, even my name ...
My clitty leaped six times spitting out that crystalline drool that was a sad imitation of semen, my boypussy opened and closed eight times around my fingers screaming for something bigger, something much bigger.
Finally after that multiorgasm I fell loudly to the bed again, breathing raggedly trying to catch my breath while my little body jumped for pleasure.
♫Oh, well that's too bad it ain't my fault♫
The song ended just then...
«Oh my God… girl, four minutes and you already dripped… yes you are an early fox»
The voice of a bad girl echoed in my head, and my already rosy cheeks turned red, I was right I knew that song and it didn't last even four minutes ... I had cum in less than five minutes, it was humiliating ...
«Relax girl, the Sissys like you should not worry about those details, you will never have to please a woman, it is good that you are an early bitch, if you were a man it would be a shame but you are not, it is perfectly natural for the Sissy cumming fast, it's not your fault "
My delicate white skin was bathed in dew, I could see how my nipples stood out in my small tits, my dicklet was limp and tiny, again shrunk inside my feminine belly that moved to the rhythm of my accelerated breathing, my fat thighs They were still open leaving my rose bud in sight of anyone.
I covered my eyes with my arm not wanting to see my fox body, ashamed of what I had just done, my fingers were covered with that thick honey so strange.
I despised myself and hated myself for having that female body, I hated myself for being a precocious girl that didn't take even five minutes to drip, but more than anything I hated myself for having masturbated with the memories that should be traumatic and terrible…
"It's not your fault girl" I whispered to myself.
Girl? Damn it, I'm not a girl, I'm not a Sissy, I bit my bottom lip, my thick bitch lip...
Fuck, stop thinking like that.
"I'm not a girl, I'm not a Sissy" My voice sounded hoarse and sexy, feminine.
«If you are Sissy, you are a whore, crazy about black cocks»
"I am not" I shouted to nothing and jumped up.
I had to lean on the bedside table so as not to fall because my legs were shaking like those of a newborn filly.
«You see it girl, you are a filly, and you know it»
"Shut up," I said to that voice of a porn actress.
I went slowly to the bathroom to take a shower while a new pop song began and I hated myself again for knowing the name and artist of that Pop song for girls.
Side to Side by Ariana Grande.
My hips swung from side to side to the rhythm of the music, without me being able to avoid it and hating myself for it.
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
While preparing red fruit salad in a rash and messy way, because it had taken me longer than normal in the shower, trying to erase my sins from my skin, useless, I could feel the rubbing of my clothes against my excited nipples, even when I was wearing one of my huge boy hoodies.
My mind was working overtime trying to escape the madness of half an hour ago and more trying to erase everything I experienced the day before, so my thoughts were chaos.
And while I had to make an effort to forget many of the shameful things I did yesterday, I couldn't remember how I got home last night, because as if I were a *****, I only remembered until the moment I began to cry pathetically at the Starbucks , in front of that milkshake unicorn that daddy had bought me.
Why did he keep calling him Daddy? That black bull ... man had a proper name ... it was Mr. Dari ... a pang of pain interrupted my thinking, there was something about that name that I shouldn't remember.
Fantastic another mental gap.
The vibration of my cell phone distracted me from my troubled mind, the screen was full of messages from Roxy asking if it was okay.
Just then I was able to retrieve one of the pieces of the puzzle, it was Roxy who suddenly appeared in front of me and took me home in her brother's car, I remember asking me questions but I was having a mess, and between tears I could answer that he cried since he had suffered an accident with a car on the bicycle, (technically he was not lying), when he wanted to take me to the hospital and call my mother I begged him not to do it, I told him that I just needed to get home, so that while his brother was driving, I couldn't stop crying all the way home. Where I just said goodbye to them and ran to my room where I cried until I fell asleep.
Now the beautiful Latina had filled my WhatsApp with worried messages.
The last one said:
Alexis answer me,
what the hell happened yesterday? You didn't stop crying and you had torn clothes,
I'm a fool for listening to you, I should take you to the hospital immediately. Today you will tell me what exactly happened or I promise I will tell your mother.
My heart felt warm and happy to know that at least one of the girls was a true friend, but that warmth was immediately tinged with concern that Roxy would not leave me alone until I knew the true reason why I had cried.
Good morning Roxy,
I'm fine, you shouldn't worry just I'm a little sore and with some scratches,
but nothing serious, yesterday I was simply going through a personal problem and the accident affected me more than I should,
I see you at school, and Tell Alika to forgive me 
but yesterday I could no longer investigate anything about the dress code, but today I start doing it.
Press send and return to prepare the fruit and yogurt salad, while I scolded myself for using so many emojis, men don't use emojis, right?
«Real men don't use pretty emojis, but Sissys like you are bound to be pretty even when they write, girl»
"Shut up!" I ordered that voice, and opened the pantry.
But I hadn't touched the granola when my iPhone vibrated again.
Who the hell cares about Alika,
don't think I'm going to swallow that story that just by ruining your bike you cried like that,
we'll talk later.
I knew it, Roxy wouldn't stop until she found out the truth.
I understand, we'll talk but give me time,
and thanks for worrying.
I sighed deeply as I saw again how my message was full of beautiful emojis, I had added them automatically and with a rapidity born of daily practice, because the girls and I spent all the time telling gossip on WhatsApp.
It's not my fault, I told myself, it's the girls' fault for using emojis all the time, it's natural that I use them too.
"Wow, what a great sigh heaven, a boy's message?" Mommy made me jump in shock when she spoke so suddenly.
There she was always beautiful, always sensual, with those sexy secretary miniskirts, the garter belonged as usual to hold her pink nylon stockings and her huge breasts trying to break her shirt also pink that this time she wore a black tie to call more the attention to those beautiful breasts she looked proud of, her black platform heels shouted Fuck Me.
"Mommy, I've already told you a thousand times that Aiyden is just a friend!" I said angrily, as I wondered how I would look in an outfit similar to hers ... No Alexis stops thinking those things, bad girl, bad girl ... I meant bad boy, bad boy.
"Who talked about Aiyden?"
Mommy smiled wickedly, which caused me to blush at once as my cheeks swelled in an adorably childish pout.
"Come on honey, it's a joke, you don't need to presume your pretty lips"
"Mommy!" I shouted annoyed again, this time stomping on the floor, I could feel my huge buttocks bouncing.
"It's fine, it's fine, relax honey, I'm just kidding, I see that today my pretty boy is very spoiled, you haven't called me mommy for years"
This time I could only look at the ground in embarrassment, I was right I hadn't called her mom since I was twelve years old, but for some reason this morning it seemed most natural to call her mommy, it sounded prettier, like when I was referring to my black daddy...
I stomped again this time angry with myself, again my buttocks bounced.
"I'm not complaining Honey, it's nice that you call me that again, and thanks for breakfast"
Mommy took her salad.
"The granola is still missing ... mommy" I could not help adding that last really could not.
Mommy laughed amusedly as she hugged me, and sank my face between her huge breasts, I wanted to have some like those ... No Alexis leaves that for God's sake.
While we were eating my mom talked about unimportant things, this time I did not want to talk, for some reason I was afraid to ask anything, much less about her new boyfriend ...
"By the way yesterday I arrived early and you were already sleeping ... did something happen?"
Mom looked at me while I licked my fork's yogurt trying to revive my daddy's milk flavor ... I bit my tongue to stop thinking about it and responded.
"I fell off the bike and took a shower in the afternoon and I was sleepy ... mommy" I didn't look her in the eye.
"And are you okay Honey?" I wonder worried.
“If everything is perfect… and why did you arrive early? I thought you would go on a date… ”I bit my tongue again this time without wanting to, I had asked to divert attention, but I had just directed the conversation towards the topic that least suited me, to Mommy's black boyfriend.
"Oh honey, you can't imagine, I was so excited, and I just stayed warm and wanted to man ..."
"Mommy" I reprimanded his vocabulary.
Mommy looked at me laughingly
"Oh come on honey, you don't understand what it is like to wait to be fucked by your male and to be left hot and rumpled like a bitch in heat ..."
"Mommy!" I screamed this time, again my lips formed a pout.
Actually I did know, just the day before my *** left me halfway, boiling with his tail raised ready for my defloration.
Stop remembering that Alexis.
"Ok, Ok, I tell you, yesterday an accident occurred in one of the buildings on the coast, Mr. Harris had to go suddenly to North Avenue, apparently one of the workers slipped from one of the scaffolding, everyone he had to go solve the problem before a lawyer came forward and sued the company, everything is too tense with the new partnership between Mr. Harris's company and Darius' company ... ”
"Look at the time, you'll be late mommy!" I said while making a lot of noise while chewing the granola and looking away from my cell phone.
Mommy saw her own cell phone.
"You're right Honey, I better go now" Mami quickly ate what was left of her salad and then kissed me on the cheek. “Have a nice day my pretty boy, and give Aiyden a kiss from me”
"Mommy!" I said with a red face when I imagined Aiyden sharing a French kiss with me ... why a French kiss? Mommy was referring to a kiss on the cheek, right?
Mommy laughed like a schoolgirl.
"Tonight I don't get to sleep honey, today I definitely have my chocolate ration, if you know what I mean" And he winked at me before he left.
And at that moment I hated her deeply ... because she was making fun of me, not because I knew that mommy would be fucking with my daddy that night ... no, no, no, that is not possible, how likely was it that my mom and I knew the same black bull?
Forget it Alexis just forget it, I ordered myself.
"That bitch, she's going to fuck with my daddy, old bitch, he's mine ... no, actually I belong to daddy, not you"
The pampered voice now sounded angry and hurt.
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
I arrived late to school, this time I had to take public transport, my bicycle was in a worse state than I thought, the front tire had bent at a strange angle and the chain was loose in addition to many scratches, Aiyden could surely have fixed those damage right away, I don't.
"Of course you can't, that's a job for a real man, not for a delicate white Sissy like you."
I shook my head to clear it, causing my long black hair to flutter and spread that aroma of honey that I always had, I kept walking quickly but still lost in my thoughts, looking straight ahead but not seeing.
And as I ran to Professor Wood's classroom, math, one of my favorite subjects, I suddenly crashed into what looked like a brick wall, the impact threw me back, I couldn't hold myself and ended up falling on my huge ass, just and I felt pain because my huge round buttocks cushioned the blow like two pillows.
"Ahhh ..." My voice came out in that pampered girl's tone like a gasp rather than an expression of pain, a sexy gasp.
I looked up, wondering who had thought of lifting a wall in the middle of the hallway.
And it was not brick but it was definitely a wall, standing there on its back was Tafari Ajani.
If Aiyden was a tiger, fast fierce, elegant and beautiful, Tafari was an African gorilla, huge heavy, powerful and dangerous.
Aiyden was heavy with his 210lbs, but each gram was pure trained muscle, his body was thin but stocky, born to be fast, but heavy enough to be the team's marshal, his powerful arm managed to make passes almost impossible and he could also Run as fast as the wind and knock down your rivals and score a down when necessary.
But Tafari weighed 350lbs and a half 6'2 ”and although much of that weight was muscular his figure was wide and huge looking like he was fat, but in fact he was perfectly exercised, his huge biceps were bigger than my head and I could sit comfortably on one of his shoulders if I had wanted it, his hairy arms were very long even for his size and ended in the largest hands he had ever seen.
Although his official nickname was T.A., he had heard his friends call him a couple of times "Gibson," for that famous Bears defense, and as that famous T.A. He was respected because despite being the heaviest player of the Black Bulls, (yes, our football team were the Chicago Bulls, I imagine they added the "Black" to avoid demands) and also the heaviest of The entire school, the proud Martin Luther King Jr. High School, Tafari was also the most agile of defenses, in reality he was the star defender.
His position was the Nose guard, and he was very respected by the whole team and really feared by our opponents, being so heavy one would expect him to be extremely strong, but the truth is that he was also very fast many times he had managed to cross the line Offensive before his rivals reacted, obtaining so many sacks and other times he managed to make the opposing team lose yards, it was definitely a human tank.
Tafari turned with a frown to see that idiot had dared to hit the school's star defense, and when his ugly face looked at me an evil smile was drawn on his primitive features.
Where Aiyden was beautiful and handsome, Tafari was brutal and ugly, his black features immediately reminded me of my daddy, but Tafari's African ancestry was more marked, his nose was very wide and very chatting, his eyes were brown, his lips were not elegant or sensual, they were thick African lips and his beard grew curly, thick and wild, which made him look even more evil, everything in him reminded of a huge silverback gorilla, an angry gorilla.
His smile grew so much that he can see his golden fang, he had lost the original one year ago in a fight against three other defenses of a rival school, a trio of white boys who had been humiliated by Tafari in one of the games, the fight He went away from school and nobody called the authorities so Tafari was not expelled, and of course he would have been expelled if someone had seen how those three stupid poor people had been left, Tafari had won, sending his attackers to the hospital with many broken bones and several teeth less, the whole school had learned and there was even a video that was shared secretly among the students, I had not seen the video because it had only been shared with real men ... that is, I did not want to see it, but the state in which our defense had left those guys was an open secret.
“Well, well, well, look who's here, if it's Aiyden's little white boy, did you miss Sissy? Or is it that Aiyden finally got bored of her porcelain doll and has thrown you to the ground where you belong? ”
When I saw that brutal man standing in front of me, I shrugged instinctively, folding my legs to the side of my body like a mermaid, the same position of damsel in danger I had taken when I met my daddy.
Tafari was the leader of the school bullys, and of course it was he who started the harassment of me, before Aiyden took me under his care, Tafari spent his life insulting me with words like, Sissy, little, pathetic boy white, weak white, whore, white bitch and many more niceties.
But his harassment was not limited to humiliating me verbally, T.A. and I shared three classes, English, algebra, and biology, and during all of them Tafari spent his time throwing paper balls at me, or some small object, other times I stuck a piece of paper on my back with the word SISSY in capital letters, many times I had come home after spending the whole day with that sign on my back.
Many times in the cafeteria, I spilled milk on my head and stole my food, he forced me to do his homework, many times it was simply done without me noticing and pinching my nipples painfully, while his friends made fun of me, I lost The count of times when I had to go home walking with the flat tires on my bike, and my locker was always scratched with degrading words, and sketches of big black cocks.
But what the great T.A. liked best It was to pass by me in the halls and give me a strong spanking, in my huge ass that made me moan in pain, as he walked away laughing evilly with his group and friends.
When Aiyden put an end to the abuse I suffered, I thought Tafari would face him, and I was really afraid, but nothing happened, Tafari like the others stopped bothering me, which was strange, because while it was obvious that the other boys from school they were afraid of Aiyden, I didn't believe that a gorilla who sent three defenses to the hospital was afraid of anyone.
And it seemed that now for some reason Tafari would start harassing me again, he had called me Sissy again and also a porcelain doll ... my cheeks blushed, I knew they were insults but for some reason they sounded like sweet compliments.
"And what the hell does a weak bitch like you trying to push me do, do you think you better than me slut? Or now that you have an owner, have you become brave?"
A slut, a weak white bitch, my little body was pierced by a shiver ... surely afraid, I was afraid of what this African primitive could do to a weak girl like me, and more than anything I was afraid of Aiyden to find out that Tafari would have attacked me, that would provoke a fight between these two black warriors.
"But it would be great if they both fought for you Sissy, just imagine it, two big black males violently stripping for you, it must be so sexy ..."
"Shut up," I muttered to myself again, bothered by those thoughts.
"What did you say, stupid white boy?" Tafari's annoying voice echoed in the hallway full of lockers, and I shrugged further, not daring to get up from the ground.
"I didn't say anything ... sir" Why on earth had he called him sir?
"Because he is a real man, and you are just a good girl, and good girls speak respectfully to true males."
The spoiled child's voice sexy in my brain reminded me of what Daddy had taught me the day before, I owed respect for real men, black men, and although part of me hated Tafari other hand forced me to obey him and respect it, and it was natural.
The ugly face of T.A. He showed an expression of surprise, but immediately turned into an evil smile, again his golden fang shone.
"So, you call me Sir ... I like it, white boy, it's good to see that you've learned good manners ... has that presumed Prince been training his little pet?"
I did not answer, because for a moment I imagined the beautiful and strong Aiyden training me like a dog, I on four legs totally naked and with a dog collar tied to a chain.
"Answer when I speak to you, bitch" T.A. he demanded to be angry again.
"No sir, that is to say yes sir ... that is ..." my voice came out sharp and scared and my lips again made that pout that my mother envied so much, while my eyes began to get wet.
"Hell white boy, yes you are pathetic, look at yourself and you will cry"
I kept quiet and looked down in shame, I didn't want him to see my tears.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you, bitch" Tafari took me from my long hair and violently pulled me off the floor, causing me to kneel before him, I gave another of those feminine moans of pain.
"Yes sir" look up, T.A. He looked powerful, evil and absolutely brutal, my body shuddered, and my clitty jumped, my back arched instinctively displaying my chest, of course the horrible clothes three larger sizes made it impossible to see this pathetic demonstration.
"That's better bitch, you should know what I've been very bored since I can't play with my pathetic white boy"
"Sorry sir"
"No, fag, you still don't regret it, but you will ..."
The smile that was drawn on his ugly lips caused another chill in my little body, and this time my pod winked as I felt my clitty jump again.
"Soon you will pay to prevent me from having fun, you will, you will be a good white boy and let me have fun with you, right?"
"Yes sir I will be a good boy," I said in a groan, looking at him with blurry eyes from tears ... and desire.
"Damn bitch, I don't know what changed in you, but I like it" T.A. He jerked my hair causing me to throw my head back, staring at the ceiling, and then he came over to smell my white, delicate neck with his ugly and flat gorilla nose.
"Thank my Lord"
“Damn bitch, you smell like a female, that's who you are, a woman, a female, and females need a male… you're not a man, you're a pathetic white fag, because that's what you are, right? but I am a real man ”
"Yes sir, you are a true male, sir" My voice was a gasp in love, having the huge face of that black male buried in my neck, I could also smell it, it smelled of sweat and musk, fury and strength, Tafari I didn't use lotion like Daddy, or like Aiyden, the bitter musk I was breathing was his pure essence, and it was delicious, my clitty began to drool, I felt like I was wetting my underwear.
Tafari then went crazy and holding me by the neck threw me into one of the lockers, my buttocks cushioned the blow once more, but still my back hit the cold metal, my hair was still tangled in his gigantic hand.
"What the fuck are you doing, little bitch? Do you think I'm a damn homosexual like you? Is that what you think?" Are you trying to become gay damn bitch? Are you trying to seduce me? ”
His hand closed around my delicate neck and my breathing became more erratic, I was not drowning but I had to struggle to breathe, my clitty took another couple of jumps and my boypussy was already boiling and drooling, my nipples were screaming to be touched.
"No sir, I'm not doing anything, I don't try to seduce you"
Tafari growled in my neck, the hand I had in my hair went down to one of my buttocks that although hidden under my huge jeans, they looked huge and round, Daddy had not been able to cover one of my buttocks with his hand, Tafari could , so huge were those gorilla hands.
“Don't you try to seduce me? Am I not good enough for you? Is that what you are saying, little bitch? Do you only like handsome and smug boys like that stupid Prince? He is better than me? Do you say that, don't you like me? Am I not man enough for a little slut like you? ”
Tafari's voice was not only heard angry, I could also notice a little indignation, despair.
"You are wrong sir, of course you are a real bull a real man, but I do not try to seduce you ... I am not a fag, sir"
Tafari looked me in the eye, and his angry face smiled again, the hand on my neck loosened a little and the one on my buttocks clenched making me groan in front of him, my breath touching his thick black lips , and myself breathing his breath, we were millimeters from touching each other.
"Of course you're a fag bitch ... and I'm going to show you bitch, do you want that fag?"
My body was totally devoted to pleasure, my arched back pulling my buttocks back rubbing them against his powerful hand, and my chest with the burning nipples displayed forward begging for attention, my blurry gaze fixed on the horrible face of my torturer, and my parted lips bitch waiting for a kiss ...
My clitty was totally erect, jumping and drooling, my boypussy was already wet, burning and frowning every few seconds while that hot honey moistened it, preparing it...
"Yes ..." I was about to answer when a nearby door opened and the sound of heels was heard in the hallway, Tafari finally pulled his face from my neck and turned to see ...
What he saw must have taken him by surprise because he immediately dropped me to the ground.
My long legs could not support me, I felt like jello.
I leaned into the lockers looking at that African gorilla, with adoration and desire, my eyes naturally turned to his crotch where I could see a gigantic banana trying to escape from his baggy pants.
My chest swelled with pride, I had caused that erection, it was mine, and I wanted it...
I licked my thick slut lips, while looking into Tafari's eyes, I ended up biting my lip while flirting my long eyelashes coquettishly.
Tafari stayed fluttered looking at me there on the open floor with legs biting my lip of desire, and his huge cock jumped into his pants.
"What the hell are you doing to Lexy, your great brute?"
Tafari and I turned our heads, Roxy came walking, with her very high and sexy 5 ”pink heels dressed in tight jeans and a bubblegum pink shirt so tight that she could see her nipples six meters away, Roxy walked quickly but still so he made sure to waddle his hips from one side to the other, putting one foot in front of the other as on a catwalk.
"Look, little bitch, don't come back to me again, I don't know what the fuck you did to me, but if you re-enchant me like that I'm going to kill you, I'm not a damn homosexual"
T.A. he whispered to me, his low, husky voice felt agitated.
"I'm just talking to my good AMIGOU ... men’s things, ADIOUS" that last said in Spanish, to joke of Roxy, he turned around and walked with his back to the Latina.
"If you did something, I'll tell Aiyden." Roxy had finally reached my side and was trying to kill Tafari with her eyes.
He simply raised his huge hand and made a way to scare an annoying fly, then entered the boys' bathroom that was in the hallway, I licked my lips again imagining what that male would do in there.
"Oh my God, Lexy what the hell was that idiot doing to you?"
Roxy crouched worried and scared, I was still in a trance looking at the bathroom door of the boys wishing I could follow that big black bull.
"Lexy honey, react, tell me something, do I hit you? Did he do something to you?" Roxy shook me a little trying to make me react.
I closed my eyes and forced myself to stop thinking like a damn whore, and I focused on the problem I could start if I didn't stop him right now.
I opened my eyes and looked at Roxy who always looked perfectly sexy, I was confused looking at me, I knew something was wrong with me but I guess I could not know that my cheeks blushed my disheveled hair and my glazed look was for excitement and not for fear.
"I'm fine, Roxy we were just talking, nothing more, please don't tell Aiyden, I don't want there to be a fight inside the team, now in the middle of the season, please."
Roxy bit her lip in that feminine way that I had also done, meditating.
“It really didn't hurt you? You look strange ”
"I'm really fine ... Pinkie promise" I lifted my little finger.
"Okay, I'll believe you, but if that idiot comes back to you, will we definitely tell Aiyden, Pinkie promise?"
I laughed and we both crossed our pinkies.
"Now help me get up, my legs shake ... I was quite scared" the lie tasted bitter in my mouth, just after crossing pinkies with my best friend.
"Of course you got scared dear, that Tafari is creepy, if he wasn't such a good player, he would have been kicked out for a long time."
Roxy got up and together we walked to the bathrooms in the other hallway.
While the sexy voice in my head, I whispered with feminine gasps ... "It's not my fault"
End Of Chapter
Hello Sissys, and black masters, sorry for my english, and hope your reviews. XOXO
Chapter3: It ain't my fault, “Zara Larsson”
The alarm went on like every morning at 6:00 a.m. in my little room in an old but beautiful apartment on the banks of Chicago.
I stirred in my bed holding on to the last seconds of sweet sleep but the annoying noise forced me out of bed so I stretched my arm to turn it off.
My mind shuddered at a memory that tried to finish waking me up, a bad memory, because a shiver ran through my whole body, terrifying me, it wasn't a memory it was a nightmare, a nightmare in which a huge black man ...
I snuck between the blankets curling up, trying to protect my body and also my mind from that nightmare...
It was an ordinary morning and I would soon get up to prepare breakfast, then eat with my mommy, and then go to school on my little cherry red bicycle...
"You can't use your little girl bike, yesterday you crashed into your daddy's car."
The words in resonated in my head with my own voice but with a childish and spoiled intonation like that of a spoiled little girl.
My little body began to shake even though I was completely covered by my warm blankets so I shrugged even more, running away from that feminine voice and the memories that were trying to emerge, like the pain being struck by the Maserati, or the huge black hands from my daddy...
What could I prepare for my mommy’s breakfast? The voice in my head was still feminine and pampered even a little panting.
My mommy was on a diet so repeating eggs and bacon was not an option.
Maybe a red fruit salad, I still had blueberrys and blueberries, and if I accompanied it with cereal and yogurt it would be perfect for the mommy diet, it was important that I stay fit now that I had a bull… I mean a boyfriend, the news that my mother had given me yesterday still surprised me, apparently her new bull ... boyfriend's name was...
Again my brain shuddered, I had approached those memories that I didn't want to remember, terrible but delicious memories...
Think of something else I ordered myself.
«Come on girl, wait girl ?, today you have a long day ahead, you have to go to the library to investigate the squad uniforms, in addition your training will begin today, your training with the handsome, perfect and black Aiyden, so young so beautiful, so similar and so different from Lord Darius, your huge and mature black daddy, that great bull who was about to ride you like a mare in heat ... Oh god yesterday you were a very, very bad girl »
At that moment the radio was turned on, 6:15, and Zara Larsson's sexy voice was heard in my room.
♫Oh my, oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my♫
My small and fragile body was still shaking with fear ... of desire, and in a micron of a second the whole day before it was projected on my brain, the barrier that I had set myself had finally broken and now all the delicious but shameful images were they overflowed in my confused brain.
♫It ain't my fault you keep turning me on♫
I remembered the huge black male who gently took me to his mansion...
It was not my fault that he let me take a stranger to his house, I was hurt and confused, and he was so confident and strong, he had charged me as a princess, I remembered how my clitoris had an erection for the first time, it was not my guilt, any white girl would have been excited to smell the masculine musk of that black bull, it was natural that my clitoris got hard, it was not my fault to turn me on...
♫It ain't my fault you got, got me so gone♫
I remembered the crash with the car...
It was not my fault the accident, it was Aiyden's fault, if that beautiful and strong young black man was not so kind to me I would not have been excited thinking about him, and in his perfect body and dark caramel skin, it was Aiyden's fault for having me so distracted, it wasn't my fault ...
♫It ain't my fault I'm not leaving alone♫
How I undressed in front of him, obeying his orders, without questioning, like a slave ...
It wasn't my fault, I was a small, weak and pathetic white boy, he a huge, mature and powerful black man, I couldn't resist he was stronger than me, any sane girl would have given up, it wasn't my fault ...
My skin bristled and I lay on my back looking at the ceiling of my room before closing my eyes and letting the erotic images spill into my memory.
♫It ain't my fault you keep turning me on♫
I remembered how Daddy Darius took me from my long black hair as if they were the reins of a disobedient filly, as he smelled me like a dog smells a bitch in heat ...
I remembered how Daddy Darius took me from my long black hair as if they were the reins of a disobedient filly, while he smelled like a dog smells like a dog in heat...
It was not my fault to let him treat me that way, it was not my fault for moaning and giving in to his kisses, it was not my fault that my body smelled like strawberries, it was my mother's fault for buying honey smelling shampoo and soap smell of Strawberries with cream, it wasn't my fault ...
I started stroking my white skin trying to supplant daddy huge hands with my small and thin pianist's hands.
♫I can't talk right now, I'm looking and I like what I'm seeing♫
I remembered how Daddy Darius's huge cock was marked on his Italian pants, and when I finally released that monster, how beautiful and powerful it was, it wasn't my fault, it was the fault of that beautiful black cock for measuring a foot of long, for having such a primitive and masculine knot, it was the fault of that chocolate dick for being the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in this life, it was not my fault...
♫Gotta get it, get it, get it, while it's hot right now♫
I remembered how to see and smell that powerful 13-inch cock I begged like a hungry whore, like a believer before her god, it was not my fault to have humbled myself and beg for that precious black manhood, I had to have it, I had to have it, while I was hot and hard, I had to taste it, kiss it, worship it, it wasn't my fault, it was the fault of that perfect black cock for becoming my new god, it's natural to worship a god, it wasn't my fault ...
♫ Oh my god, what is this
Why you all in my business ♫
I remembered how I discovered my true nature while Daddy hit me on my clitoris, it was not my fault to recognize that the tiny thing between my legs was a clitoris and not a penis, it was God's fault, he had created me with a clitty, a dicklett , it wasn't my fault ...
One of my delicate hands down to my flat stomach and continued long until I could touch my delicate and pink clitty, I began to pinch it and squeeze it roughly, trying to match the delicious pain that Daddy Darius had caused me, failed miserably, just a Real man could make me feel like a real woman...
♫Baby I insist, please don't blame me for whatever happens next♫
I remembered how Daddy Darius had caressed every part of my white and delicate body, while making me admit that my huge hips, my gigantic ass and my strawberry colored nipples were those of a whore, those of a sexy girl, it was not my fault that my whole body was that of a sexy bitch, it was mommy's fault for inheriting the genes of a hot slut, it wasn't my fault...
I arch in my bed while one of my little hands caressed my pink nipples and the other rubbed my clit with the open palm, taking it with my whole hand was something that only real men can do, I was not a real man, I meowed like a cat...
♫ No I, can't be responsible
If I, get you in trouble now
See you're, too irresistible
Yeah that's for sure ♫
I remembered how that huge and mature black bull looked at me deep inside my soul with those golden lion eyes and how he kissed me with his thick, African lips and how that thick and huge male tongue violated my feminine white girl throat, It was not my fault to surrender to his kisses, it was Daddy Darius's fault, it was too big and powerful to be able to stop him, it was the fault of how delicious his saliva tasted, it was not my fault, I was just a little high school girl, he was the adult, I wasn't responsible for anything, Daddy was so irresistible, it wasn't my fault ...
I brought my right hand to my mouth and began to caress my thick slut lips, to remember the lips of my black bull.
♫ So if I put your hands where my eyes can't see
Then you're the one who's got a hold on me
No I can't be responsible, responsible
It ain't my fault
It ain't my fault (no, no, no, no)
It ain't my fault (no, no, no, no) ♫
I remembered how I got on all fours like a bitch, showing my huge bubble ass, it wasn't my fault, he was the man, he was the one who had to resist my whore charms, it wasn't my fault ...
I took my wet fingers out of my mouth, just remembering the experience made me drool, I took my delicate fingers to my huge butt and started rubbing my anus…. NO, my boypussy… Sissys like me have a boypussy, I shivered when I could feel my wet and hot pod, my sissy honey was already beginning to sprout, my fingers rubbed in circles my pink boypussy, I groaned even louder, my eyes firmly closed remembering my daddy, it's not my fault, it's not my fault...
♫It ain't my fault you came here looking like that
You just made me trip, fall, and land on your lap♫
I remembered how he looked at me on his knees while his powerful cock sucked like a hungry calf, trying to milk him, bull's milk, it's not my fault to fall in love with that powerful black bull, it was Daddy's fault for looking so muscular and manly, for being so macho and arrogant, it was his fault for taking me home, for making me fall at his feet, it is not my fault.
My fingers entered my pod, my dicklett jumped with joy, my boypussy opened like a flower and easily accepted my two fingers, clenching like a glove, while I felt how hot it was almost boiling inside, and completely wet from that Thick fag honey.
♫Certain bad boy swoon, body hotter than a sun
I don't mean to be rude, but I look so damn good on ya♫
I remembered how I managed to get that perfect ebony God excited to madness, I could certainly see how bad and rude an African warrior can be, but it is not my fault to have a body as hot and sexy as mine, it is not my fault to be the sexiest bitch in school, I remembered how I could eat the thirteen inches of black cock in my first time as a professional whore, it is not my fault that my throat was thrown to suck black cocks, and it is not my fault how beautiful I am I saw on my knees drinking my daddy's milk, it's not my fault how perfect a Sissy looks on her knees before a black man, it's not my fault.
My fingers went in and out of my boypussy while my left hand pinched my nipples that were hard and red, my throat let out little moans and sobs with that feminine and spoiled voice of a naughty girl.
While the music kept playing in my room I was wringing more and more erratically, until I couldn't stand it anymore my whole body tensed arching upwards, lifting my fat hips forward hoping to sink into a huge black cock, but only finding my thin fingers, my nipples toward the ceiling pulsed painfully, and my eyes finally open saw nothing, for the orgasm that exploded from my boypussy caused my eyes to turn back leaving my gaze blank.
A shriek more like that of a sow in a slaughterhouse came out of my throat while my body shook uncontrollably and in my mind only the image of my daddy's big black cock remained erasing everything else, even my name ...
My clitty leaped six times spitting out that crystalline drool that was a sad imitation of semen, my boypussy opened and closed eight times around my fingers screaming for something bigger, something much bigger.
Finally after that multiorgasm I fell loudly to the bed again, breathing raggedly trying to catch my breath while my little body jumped for pleasure.
♫Oh, well that's too bad it ain't my fault♫
The song ended just then...
«Oh my God… girl, four minutes and you already dripped… yes you are an early fox»
The voice of a bad girl echoed in my head, and my already rosy cheeks turned red, I was right I knew that song and it didn't last even four minutes ... I had cum in less than five minutes, it was humiliating ...
«Relax girl, the Sissys like you should not worry about those details, you will never have to please a woman, it is good that you are an early bitch, if you were a man it would be a shame but you are not, it is perfectly natural for the Sissy cumming fast, it's not your fault "
My delicate white skin was bathed in dew, I could see how my nipples stood out in my small tits, my dicklet was limp and tiny, again shrunk inside my feminine belly that moved to the rhythm of my accelerated breathing, my fat thighs They were still open leaving my rose bud in sight of anyone.
I covered my eyes with my arm not wanting to see my fox body, ashamed of what I had just done, my fingers were covered with that thick honey so strange.
I despised myself and hated myself for having that female body, I hated myself for being a precocious girl that didn't take even five minutes to drip, but more than anything I hated myself for having masturbated with the memories that should be traumatic and terrible…
"It's not your fault girl" I whispered to myself.
Girl? Damn it, I'm not a girl, I'm not a Sissy, I bit my bottom lip, my thick bitch lip...
Fuck, stop thinking like that.
"I'm not a girl, I'm not a Sissy" My voice sounded hoarse and sexy, feminine.
«If you are Sissy, you are a whore, crazy about black cocks»
"I am not" I shouted to nothing and jumped up.
I had to lean on the bedside table so as not to fall because my legs were shaking like those of a newborn filly.
«You see it girl, you are a filly, and you know it»
"Shut up," I said to that voice of a porn actress.
I went slowly to the bathroom to take a shower while a new pop song began and I hated myself again for knowing the name and artist of that Pop song for girls.
Side to Side by Ariana Grande.
My hips swung from side to side to the rhythm of the music, without me being able to avoid it and hating myself for it.
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
While preparing red fruit salad in a rash and messy way, because it had taken me longer than normal in the shower, trying to erase my sins from my skin, useless, I could feel the rubbing of my clothes against my excited nipples, even when I was wearing one of my huge boy hoodies.
My mind was working overtime trying to escape the madness of half an hour ago and more trying to erase everything I experienced the day before, so my thoughts were chaos.
And while I had to make an effort to forget many of the shameful things I did yesterday, I couldn't remember how I got home last night, because as if I were a *****, I only remembered until the moment I began to cry pathetically at the Starbucks , in front of that milkshake unicorn that daddy had bought me.
Why did he keep calling him Daddy? That black bull ... man had a proper name ... it was Mr. Dari ... a pang of pain interrupted my thinking, there was something about that name that I shouldn't remember.
Fantastic another mental gap.
The vibration of my cell phone distracted me from my troubled mind, the screen was full of messages from Roxy asking if it was okay.
Just then I was able to retrieve one of the pieces of the puzzle, it was Roxy who suddenly appeared in front of me and took me home in her brother's car, I remember asking me questions but I was having a mess, and between tears I could answer that he cried since he had suffered an accident with a car on the bicycle, (technically he was not lying), when he wanted to take me to the hospital and call my mother I begged him not to do it, I told him that I just needed to get home, so that while his brother was driving, I couldn't stop crying all the way home. Where I just said goodbye to them and ran to my room where I cried until I fell asleep.
Now the beautiful Latina had filled my WhatsApp with worried messages.
The last one said:
Alexis answer me,
what the hell happened yesterday? You didn't stop crying and you had torn clothes, I'm a fool for listening to you, I should take you to the hospital immediately. Today you will tell me what exactly happened or I promise I will tell your mother.My heart felt warm and happy to know that at least one of the girls was a true friend, but that warmth was immediately tinged with concern that Roxy would not leave me alone until I knew the true reason why I had cried.
Good morning Roxy,
I'm fine, you shouldn't worry just I'm a little sore and with some scratches, but nothing serious, yesterday I was simply going through a personal problem and the accident affected me more than I should, I see you at school, and Tell Alika to forgive me but yesterday I could no longer investigate anything about the dress code, but today I start doing it.Press send and return to prepare the fruit and yogurt salad, while I scolded myself for using so many emojis, men don't use emojis, right?
«Real men don't use pretty emojis, but Sissys like you are bound to be pretty even when they write, girl»
"Shut up!" I ordered that voice, and opened the pantry.
But I hadn't touched the granola when my iPhone vibrated again.
Who the hell cares about Alika,
don't think I'm going to swallow that story that just by ruining your bike you cried like that, we'll talk later.I knew it, Roxy wouldn't stop until she found out the truth.
I understand, we'll talk but give me time,
and thanks for worrying.I sighed deeply as I saw again how my message was full of beautiful emojis, I had added them automatically and with a rapidity born of daily practice, because the girls and I spent all the time telling gossip on WhatsApp.
It's not my fault, I told myself, it's the girls' fault for using emojis all the time, it's natural that I use them too.
"Wow, what a great sigh heaven, a boy's message?" Mommy made me jump in shock when she spoke so suddenly.
There she was always beautiful, always sensual, with those sexy secretary miniskirts, the garter belonged as usual to hold her pink nylon stockings and her huge breasts trying to break her shirt also pink that this time she wore a black tie to call more the attention to those beautiful breasts she looked proud of, her black platform heels shouted Fuck Me.
"Mommy, I've already told you a thousand times that Aiyden is just a friend!" I said angrily, as I wondered how I would look in an outfit similar to hers ... No Alexis stops thinking those things, bad girl, bad girl ... I meant bad boy, bad boy.
"Who talked about Aiyden?"
Mommy smiled wickedly, which caused me to blush at once as my cheeks swelled in an adorably childish pout.
"Come on honey, it's a joke, you don't need to presume your pretty lips"
"Mommy!" I shouted annoyed again, this time stomping on the floor, I could feel my huge buttocks bouncing.
"It's fine, it's fine, relax honey, I'm just kidding, I see that today my pretty boy is very spoiled, you haven't called me mommy for years"
This time I could only look at the ground in embarrassment, I was right I hadn't called her mom since I was twelve years old, but for some reason this morning it seemed most natural to call her mommy, it sounded prettier, like when I was referring to my black daddy...
I stomped again this time angry with myself, again my buttocks bounced.
"I'm not complaining Honey, it's nice that you call me that again, and thanks for breakfast"
Mommy took her salad.
"The granola is still missing ... mommy" I could not help adding that last really could not.
Mommy laughed amusedly as she hugged me, and sank my face between her huge breasts, I wanted to have some like those ... No Alexis leaves that for God's sake.
While we were eating my mom talked about unimportant things, this time I did not want to talk, for some reason I was afraid to ask anything, much less about her new boyfriend ...
"By the way yesterday I arrived early and you were already sleeping ... did something happen?"
Mom looked at me while I licked my fork's yogurt trying to revive my daddy's milk flavor ... I bit my tongue to stop thinking about it and responded.
"I fell off the bike and took a shower in the afternoon and I was sleepy ... mommy" I didn't look her in the eye.
"And are you okay Honey?" I wonder worried.
“If everything is perfect… and why did you arrive early? I thought you would go on a date… ”I bit my tongue again this time without wanting to, I had asked to divert attention, but I had just directed the conversation towards the topic that least suited me, to Mommy's black boyfriend.
"Oh honey, you can't imagine, I was so excited, and I just stayed warm and wanted to man ..."
"Mommy" I reprimanded his vocabulary.
Mommy looked at me laughingly
"Oh come on honey, you don't understand what it is like to wait to be fucked by your male and to be left hot and rumpled like a bitch in heat ..."
"Mommy!" I screamed this time, again my lips formed a pout.
Actually I did know, just the day before my *** left me halfway, boiling with his tail raised ready for my defloration.
Stop remembering that Alexis.
"Ok, Ok, I tell you, yesterday an accident occurred in one of the buildings on the coast, Mr. Harris had to go suddenly to North Avenue, apparently one of the workers slipped from one of the scaffolding, everyone he had to go solve the problem before a lawyer came forward and sued the company, everything is too tense with the new partnership between Mr. Harris's company and Darius' company ... ”
"Look at the time, you'll be late mommy!" I said while making a lot of noise while chewing the granola and looking away from my cell phone.
Mommy saw her own cell phone.
"You're right Honey, I better go now" Mami quickly ate what was left of her salad and then kissed me on the cheek. “Have a nice day my pretty boy, and give Aiyden a kiss from me”
"Mommy!" I said with a red face when I imagined Aiyden sharing a French kiss with me ... why a French kiss? Mommy was referring to a kiss on the cheek, right?
Mommy laughed like a schoolgirl.
"Tonight I don't get to sleep honey, today I definitely have my chocolate ration, if you know what I mean" And he winked at me before he left.
And at that moment I hated her deeply ... because she was making fun of me, not because I knew that mommy would be fucking with my daddy that night ... no, no, no, that is not possible, how likely was it that my mom and I knew the same black bull?
Forget it Alexis just forget it, I ordered myself.
"That bitch, she's going to fuck with my daddy, old bitch, he's mine ... no, actually I belong to daddy, not you"
The pampered voice now sounded angry and hurt.
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I arrived late to school, this time I had to take public transport, my bicycle was in a worse state than I thought, the front tire had bent at a strange angle and the chain was loose in addition to many scratches, Aiyden could surely have fixed those damage right away, I don't.
"Of course you can't, that's a job for a real man, not for a delicate white Sissy like you."
I shook my head to clear it, causing my long black hair to flutter and spread that aroma of honey that I always had, I kept walking quickly but still lost in my thoughts, looking straight ahead but not seeing.
And as I ran to Professor Wood's classroom, math, one of my favorite subjects, I suddenly crashed into what looked like a brick wall, the impact threw me back, I couldn't hold myself and ended up falling on my huge ass, just and I felt pain because my huge round buttocks cushioned the blow like two pillows.
"Ahhh ..." My voice came out in that pampered girl's tone like a gasp rather than an expression of pain, a sexy gasp.
I looked up, wondering who had thought of lifting a wall in the middle of the hallway.
And it was not brick but it was definitely a wall, standing there on its back was Tafari Ajani.
If Aiyden was a tiger, fast fierce, elegant and beautiful, Tafari was an African gorilla, huge heavy, powerful and dangerous.
Aiyden was heavy with his 210lbs, but each gram was pure trained muscle, his body was thin but stocky, born to be fast, but heavy enough to be the team's marshal, his powerful arm managed to make passes almost impossible and he could also Run as fast as the wind and knock down your rivals and score a down when necessary.
But Tafari weighed 350lbs and a half 6'2 ”and although much of that weight was muscular his figure was wide and huge looking like he was fat, but in fact he was perfectly exercised, his huge biceps were bigger than my head and I could sit comfortably on one of his shoulders if I had wanted it, his hairy arms were very long even for his size and ended in the largest hands he had ever seen.
Although his official nickname was T.A., he had heard his friends call him a couple of times "Gibson," for that famous Bears defense, and as that famous T.A. He was respected because despite being the heaviest player of the Black Bulls, (yes, our football team were the Chicago Bulls, I imagine they added the "Black" to avoid demands) and also the heaviest of The entire school, the proud Martin Luther King Jr. High School, Tafari was also the most agile of defenses, in reality he was the star defender.
His position was the Nose guard, and he was very respected by the whole team and really feared by our opponents, being so heavy one would expect him to be extremely strong, but the truth is that he was also very fast many times he had managed to cross the line Offensive before his rivals reacted, obtaining so many sacks and other times he managed to make the opposing team lose yards, it was definitely a human tank.
Tafari turned with a frown to see that idiot had dared to hit the school's star defense, and when his ugly face looked at me an evil smile was drawn on his primitive features.
Where Aiyden was beautiful and handsome, Tafari was brutal and ugly, his black features immediately reminded me of my daddy, but Tafari's African ancestry was more marked, his nose was very wide and very chatting, his eyes were brown, his lips were not elegant or sensual, they were thick African lips and his beard grew curly, thick and wild, which made him look even more evil, everything in him reminded of a huge silverback gorilla, an angry gorilla.
His smile grew so much that he can see his golden fang, he had lost the original one year ago in a fight against three other defenses of a rival school, a trio of white boys who had been humiliated by Tafari in one of the games, the fight He went away from school and nobody called the authorities so Tafari was not expelled, and of course he would have been expelled if someone had seen how those three stupid poor people had been left, Tafari had won, sending his attackers to the hospital with many broken bones and several teeth less, the whole school had learned and there was even a video that was shared secretly among the students, I had not seen the video because it had only been shared with real men ... that is, I did not want to see it, but the state in which our defense had left those guys was an open secret.
“Well, well, well, look who's here, if it's Aiyden's little white boy, did you miss Sissy? Or is it that Aiyden finally got bored of her porcelain doll and has thrown you to the ground where you belong? ”
When I saw that brutal man standing in front of me, I shrugged instinctively, folding my legs to the side of my body like a mermaid, the same position of damsel in danger I had taken when I met my daddy.
Tafari was the leader of the school bullys, and of course it was he who started the harassment of me, before Aiyden took me under his care, Tafari spent his life insulting me with words like, Sissy, little, pathetic boy white, weak white, whore, white bitch and many more niceties.
But his harassment was not limited to humiliating me verbally, T.A. and I shared three classes, English, algebra, and biology, and during all of them Tafari spent his time throwing paper balls at me, or some small object, other times I stuck a piece of paper on my back with the word SISSY in capital letters, many times I had come home after spending the whole day with that sign on my back.
Many times in the cafeteria, I spilled milk on my head and stole my food, he forced me to do his homework, many times it was simply done without me noticing and pinching my nipples painfully, while his friends made fun of me, I lost The count of times when I had to go home walking with the flat tires on my bike, and my locker was always scratched with degrading words, and sketches of big black cocks.
But what the great T.A. liked best It was to pass by me in the halls and give me a strong spanking, in my huge ass that made me moan in pain, as he walked away laughing evilly with his group and friends.
When Aiyden put an end to the abuse I suffered, I thought Tafari would face him, and I was really afraid, but nothing happened, Tafari like the others stopped bothering me, which was strange, because while it was obvious that the other boys from school they were afraid of Aiyden, I didn't believe that a gorilla who sent three defenses to the hospital was afraid of anyone.
And it seemed that now for some reason Tafari would start harassing me again, he had called me Sissy again and also a porcelain doll ... my cheeks blushed, I knew they were insults but for some reason they sounded like sweet compliments.
"And what the hell does a weak bitch like you trying to push me do, do you think you better than me slut? Or now that you have an owner, have you become brave?"
A slut, a weak white bitch, my little body was pierced by a shiver ... surely afraid, I was afraid of what this African primitive could do to a weak girl like me, and more than anything I was afraid of Aiyden to find out that Tafari would have attacked me, that would provoke a fight between these two black warriors.
"But it would be great if they both fought for you Sissy, just imagine it, two big black males violently stripping for you, it must be so sexy ..."
"Shut up," I muttered to myself again, bothered by those thoughts.
"What did you say, stupid white boy?" Tafari's annoying voice echoed in the hallway full of lockers, and I shrugged further, not daring to get up from the ground.
"I didn't say anything ... sir" Why on earth had he called him sir?
"Because he is a real man, and you are just a good girl, and good girls speak respectfully to true males."
The spoiled child's voice sexy in my brain reminded me of what Daddy had taught me the day before, I owed respect for real men, black men, and although part of me hated Tafari other hand forced me to obey him and respect it, and it was natural.
The ugly face of T.A. He showed an expression of surprise, but immediately turned into an evil smile, again his golden fang shone.
"So, you call me Sir ... I like it, white boy, it's good to see that you've learned good manners ... has that presumed Prince been training his little pet?"
I did not answer, because for a moment I imagined the beautiful and strong Aiyden training me like a dog, I on four legs totally naked and with a dog collar tied to a chain.
"Answer when I speak to you, bitch" T.A. he demanded to be angry again.
"No sir, that is to say yes sir ... that is ..." my voice came out sharp and scared and my lips again made that pout that my mother envied so much, while my eyes began to get wet.
"Hell white boy, yes you are pathetic, look at yourself and you will cry"
I kept quiet and looked down in shame, I didn't want him to see my tears.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you, bitch" Tafari took me from my long hair and violently pulled me off the floor, causing me to kneel before him, I gave another of those feminine moans of pain.
"Yes sir" look up, T.A. He looked powerful, evil and absolutely brutal, my body shuddered, and my clitty jumped, my back arched instinctively displaying my chest, of course the horrible clothes three larger sizes made it impossible to see this pathetic demonstration.
"That's better bitch, you should know what I've been very bored since I can't play with my pathetic white boy"
"Sorry sir"
"No, fag, you still don't regret it, but you will ..."
The smile that was drawn on his ugly lips caused another chill in my little body, and this time my pod winked as I felt my clitty jump again.
"Soon you will pay to prevent me from having fun, you will, you will be a good white boy and let me have fun with you, right?"
"Yes sir I will be a good boy," I said in a groan, looking at him with blurry eyes from tears ... and desire.
"Damn bitch, I don't know what changed in you, but I like it" T.A. He jerked my hair causing me to throw my head back, staring at the ceiling, and then he came over to smell my white, delicate neck with his ugly and flat gorilla nose.
"Thank my Lord"
“Damn bitch, you smell like a female, that's who you are, a woman, a female, and females need a male… you're not a man, you're a pathetic white fag, because that's what you are, right? but I am a real man ”
"Yes sir, you are a true male, sir" My voice was a gasp in love, having the huge face of that black male buried in my neck, I could also smell it, it smelled of sweat and musk, fury and strength, Tafari I didn't use lotion like Daddy, or like Aiyden, the bitter musk I was breathing was his pure essence, and it was delicious, my clitty began to drool, I felt like I was wetting my underwear.
Tafari then went crazy and holding me by the neck threw me into one of the lockers, my buttocks cushioned the blow once more, but still my back hit the cold metal, my hair was still tangled in his gigantic hand.
"What the fuck are you doing, little bitch? Do you think I'm a damn homosexual like you? Is that what you think?" Are you trying to become gay damn bitch? Are you trying to seduce me? ”
His hand closed around my delicate neck and my breathing became more erratic, I was not drowning but I had to struggle to breathe, my clitty took another couple of jumps and my boypussy was already boiling and drooling, my nipples were screaming to be touched.
"No sir, I'm not doing anything, I don't try to seduce you"
Tafari growled in my neck, the hand I had in my hair went down to one of my buttocks that although hidden under my huge jeans, they looked huge and round, Daddy had not been able to cover one of my buttocks with his hand, Tafari could , so huge were those gorilla hands.
“Don't you try to seduce me? Am I not good enough for you? Is that what you are saying, little bitch? Do you only like handsome and smug boys like that stupid Prince? He is better than me? Do you say that, don't you like me? Am I not man enough for a little slut like you? ”
Tafari's voice was not only heard angry, I could also notice a little indignation, despair.
"You are wrong sir, of course you are a real bull a real man, but I do not try to seduce you ... I am not a fag, sir"
Tafari looked me in the eye, and his angry face smiled again, the hand on my neck loosened a little and the one on my buttocks clenched making me groan in front of him, my breath touching his thick black lips , and myself breathing his breath, we were millimeters from touching each other.
"Of course you're a fag bitch ... and I'm going to show you bitch, do you want that fag?"
My body was totally devoted to pleasure, my arched back pulling my buttocks back rubbing them against his powerful hand, and my chest with the burning nipples displayed forward begging for attention, my blurry gaze fixed on the horrible face of my torturer, and my parted lips bitch waiting for a kiss ...
My clitty was totally erect, jumping and drooling, my boypussy was already wet, burning and frowning every few seconds while that hot honey moistened it, preparing it...
"Yes ..." I was about to answer when a nearby door opened and the sound of heels was heard in the hallway, Tafari finally pulled his face from my neck and turned to see ...
What he saw must have taken him by surprise because he immediately dropped me to the ground.
My long legs could not support me, I felt like jello.
I leaned into the lockers looking at that African gorilla, with adoration and desire, my eyes naturally turned to his crotch where I could see a gigantic banana trying to escape from his baggy pants.
My chest swelled with pride, I had caused that erection, it was mine, and I wanted it...
I licked my thick slut lips, while looking into Tafari's eyes, I ended up biting my lip while flirting my long eyelashes coquettishly.
Tafari stayed fluttered looking at me there on the open floor with legs biting my lip of desire, and his huge cock jumped into his pants.
"What the hell are you doing to Lexy, your great brute?"
Tafari and I turned our heads, Roxy came walking, with her very high and sexy 5 ”pink heels dressed in tight jeans and a bubblegum pink shirt so tight that she could see her nipples six meters away, Roxy walked quickly but still so he made sure to waddle his hips from one side to the other, putting one foot in front of the other as on a catwalk.
"Look, little bitch, don't come back to me again, I don't know what the fuck you did to me, but if you re-enchant me like that I'm going to kill you, I'm not a damn homosexual"
T.A. he whispered to me, his low, husky voice felt agitated.
"I'm just talking to my good AMIGOU ... men’s things, ADIOUS" that last said in Spanish, to joke of Roxy, he turned around and walked with his back to the Latina.
"If you did something, I'll tell Aiyden." Roxy had finally reached my side and was trying to kill Tafari with her eyes.
He simply raised his huge hand and made a way to scare an annoying fly, then entered the boys' bathroom that was in the hallway, I licked my lips again imagining what that male would do in there.
"Oh my God, Lexy what the hell was that idiot doing to you?"
Roxy crouched worried and scared, I was still in a trance looking at the bathroom door of the boys wishing I could follow that big black bull.
"Lexy honey, react, tell me something, do I hit you? Did he do something to you?" Roxy shook me a little trying to make me react.
I closed my eyes and forced myself to stop thinking like a damn whore, and I focused on the problem I could start if I didn't stop him right now.
I opened my eyes and looked at Roxy who always looked perfectly sexy, I was confused looking at me, I knew something was wrong with me but I guess I could not know that my cheeks blushed my disheveled hair and my glazed look was for excitement and not for fear.
"I'm fine, Roxy we were just talking, nothing more, please don't tell Aiyden, I don't want there to be a fight inside the team, now in the middle of the season, please."
Roxy bit her lip in that feminine way that I had also done, meditating.
“It really didn't hurt you? You look strange ”
"I'm really fine ... Pinkie promise" I lifted my little finger.
"Okay, I'll believe you, but if that idiot comes back to you, will we definitely tell Aiyden, Pinkie promise?"
I laughed and we both crossed our pinkies.
"Now help me get up, my legs shake ... I was quite scared" the lie tasted bitter in my mouth, just after crossing pinkies with my best friend.
"Of course you got scared dear, that Tafari is creepy, if he wasn't such a good player, he would have been kicked out for a long time."
Roxy got up and together we walked to the bathrooms in the other hallway.
While the sexy voice in my head, I whispered with feminine gasps ... "It's not my fault"
End Of Chapter
Hello Sissys, and black masters, sorry for my english, and hope your reviews. XOXO
