Madeline came downstairs tired. She’d overslept again and her nipples were still very sore. Her father was already having breakfast, but it was Saturday so there was no school so there was no rush-she didn’t feel hungry anyway, the thought of food made her nauseous. She picked up the post, all for dad except one for her. She opened it and scanned through quickly and sat down on the second stair. Then she reconsidered and went back to her bedroom with the letter shouting to her father that she would be back down in five minutes.
The letter was unsigned, but she knew who it was from. Only one man had fucked her. He, her father’s boss that is, wanted to see her alone. She must not tell her father and he specified where and when they were to meet. It was today at an address ten minutes’ walk away that afternoon!
Madeline sat on the bed, her hands shaking. He was summoning her and the tone of the letter implied he expected her to obey.
She closed her eyes and felt between her legs- moist. She had been dreaming and fantasizing about him doing things to her all week. She was impatient to go to bed each night so she could close her eyes and imagine bending over for him, spreading her legs for him and kneeling before him, mouth wide open. Hairbrushes, folded up towels and fruit had all been used to enhance her experiences, which always produced gorgeous orgasms. The shaking, shuddering, tingling frenzy she had enjoyed with him weren’t reached by her masturbating but they were marvelous nonetheless!
Lying in her bedroom fantasizing about him and the waiter was one thing, agreeing to visit him almost certainly to have sex with him again was completely different. If she were to go it would mean her life would change dramatically.
He was wonderful though, she’d thought of nothing else; each black man or boy she had seen that week left her craving them inside her and therefore she loved them alone, in her bedroom.
She had a wonderful time last night, a cucumber plunged rhythmically up her shameless cunt and squeezing her tender, sore teats whilst imagining being aggressively raped by her father’s boss and the young waiter, their beautiful black cocks stuffing her-she wriggled and whined enough to disturb the neighbours, as well as her father downstairs.
She did worry about daddy hearing her moans of delight however. He hadn’t said anything. He had heard it though, Madeline didn’t know this, but he did hear and worried and fretted about his girl. He saw his boss dance with her and touch her. Could that have excited her? He prayed that she hadn’t been seduced by his magnetism and muscle. Peter felt intimidated by him; could his daughter, held so close and those huge, strong, experienced black hands probing her supple, young white body, have succumbed to him? |