Submitted anonymously under the pseudonym Peaches. “I am bigger than what you see. Don’t let my filthy innocence amuse you into too much comfort.”
Yes, I had mentioned daddy, that he was my daddy. And he froze, maybe in shock and horror that I’d mention a title pertaining to a being of paternal importance in your entire existence during sex. Nobody wants to imagine their father during sex, I mean what would his father say, ‘My son, is this you eating a woman’s fruit?’. Its rather comical how black men look down on going down on a woman but want a woman to go down on them.
Gentle brothers, you know yourselves, even grabbing our weaves out their tracks by pushing and grabbing on our heads and purposely ignoring our gags for help as we slowly choke on the manhood you thrust so relentlessly in our mouths only to wince and act like the devil just appeared in front of you when we teeth you just so that we can break free from the overtime our mouths have gone through, know yourselves. Then I pondered on that thought, did it mean I have to now go down on him to, so as to show my thankfulness for receiving? For what we receive we give thanks? I didn’t feel like putting that on my plate. Not today, or this week, or
month, or anytime soon really. ‘If I show him my inner sexual beast, I might scare him away’ I convinced myself. Which reminds me, I was no longer being eaten, I had forgotten I had called him daddy. Crap!
The pain of the splinter that had lodged itself into my bum meat suddenly checked in. But I couldn’t be bothered, I was worried I had cock-blocked myself before anything happened. Oral sex doesn’t count, I wanted the big O! He mastered a deep grunt like he was about to utter
a statement certified by the law of the land, and with that deep sexy voice like a voice over in a classy porno came a ‘you want me to be your daddy huh?’ which wasn’t a question really, more like a statement. Had I accidentally initiated role-play, is this where I say ‘punish me daddy, I’ve been bad’? Hell no, I wasn’t about to appear like I study porn clips and take notes.
And no, I didn’t want him to be my daddy but I didn’t get the chance to respond or even compose myself and sit gracefully on the table despite the sting in my bum flesh and there was movement, of me, like a chess piece I was being put in position on the board, the horsemen wanted to humble the queen. He was swift but gentle, I was pulled of the table, spun around and bent over with my hands behind my back. And I knew this wasn’t 50 Shades of Grey, this was pitch black. The tables had turned. Shit had hit the fan. I had underestimated this gentle bear, he was a filthy savage. I had lost that control I had. I was no longer scared, I was terrified and I wasn’t about to tell him to stop, I liked the taste of lust and danger that had suddenly thickened the air and I found myself smiling like a pervert, in anticipation for what was meant to be pleasurable pain.
But alas, as that big mighty hand that he had inherited from his ancestors, the hands that had built villages and nations with their strength, those hands, I wanted to feel their mightiness through me as they shocked my rear endowments and sent ripples through me that would almost paralyse me with pleasure. But no, instead he smacked the splintered side of my butt causing me to welp and make an undignified sound similar to a masturbating goat. And I just heard the voices in my head sigh at me, ‘here we go again’…
