You Think You've Been Good Enough?
About a week after Liam first fucked me, I had an encounter with one of his friends, the only one not mentioned yet : Hamid.
For a week I'd been seing Liam, only alone. Before that, he used to drop by with the boys a few days of the week, and he'd stay long past they left to play with me. I'd also see them on the weekends. Yet all week, Liam had come alone right after school and sometimes skipping it altogether, even neglecting his sacred duty as one of the rare providers of weed in this town. It had all been about fucking me. The second time we did it, he begged me to be allowed to film it which I playfully resisted to tease him but let him do because I just wanted him to share the videos with me so I could have them for lonely nights and his inevitable departure for college next year. He wanted them because, "I'm obsessed with your asscunt, bro, I'm gonna beg all my girlfriends to let me fuck their asses, now..." Liam had taken to anal very quickly and now had to begged to be sucked off. As soon as he came in, he had two fingers in his mouth, ready to open me up.
And on Friday afternoon, he showed up at two, announcing he had taken the afternoon and night for me. "The boys can wait for tomorrow, babe." He was still a shy about doing all the insane things he wanted to do to me, but that Friday night, as he fucked me balls deep, he slipped three extra fingers in my ass along with his cock, attempting to stretch me even further.
He left me Saturday morning after we shared a long shower together. This time it was nothing like a locker room shower, or rather it was a lot like the one I'd known in my days in high school. He started doing his "dom daddy" bit, having me worship his body, wash him, and choke on his cock. Then he sat down under the water and had me ride his cock and six of his fingers for what felt like hours, only ever kissing me sloppily or telling me, "Slower, babe, don't make me come yet." When he finally came deep into me, he opened my mouth and made to kiss me, then simply let his tongue in carrying tons of saliva. "This pussy... was made to be bred..." he whispered.
And that's how I was left Saturday around noon, ruthlessly fucked with only five hours of sleep since the day before at two. I pretended I was going to have a normal day, making myself lunch, then watching television while smoking, and then just fell asleep on the couch.
I was awoken around one in the morning by my phone and saw it was Hamid. That seemed strange. I had his number because we'd been to massive parties and we'd all exchanged number in case we lost each other, but other than that, Hamid and I never talked. Our text exchanges contained only two messages, his "where u at?" and my "second floor bedroom left" answer.
"Hey, bro, what's up?" I asked when I picked up.
Immediately I knew he was drunk. "Yooo, man, Charlie boy!" he slurred. Hamid wasn't a big drinker, usually, so I'd never heard him in such a state. "I was with the boys, you know, but they wanted to go to this bitch's house, and I hate that bitch..." What bitch? Who knew. I had refused to go with them, simply telling Liam he had destroyed me when he suggested I go with them tonight. "And now I'm walking home and I'm, like, right next to yours right now, and I thought? Bro? What if? If Charlie's awake we can smoke a few. I got hash with me and I know you love that sweet, sweet golden brown." That was true. We shared a taste for hashish he and I, so I readily accepted.
As I waited for him, I started prepping skins and tobacco. The knocks on my door were loud yet hesitant, as if he wasn't sure where the door was from a depth point of view, yet was decided to find out.
Now, most straight boys don't know when they dress like sluts, and definitely Hamid didn't know he'd done it tonight, but he was dressed like such a slut. His tank top was so open I could see his ribs and nipples. His footie shorts so thin and short his bulge and legs were just there for feasting eyes. He had on long, white Adidas socks with black Adidas slides on. The perfect fuckboi look. He was tall and somewhat skinny, with skin a deep shade of brown, and all of that was on display. We saluted and started having a very normal time, sitting on the couch sharing hash joints and listening to the drum and bass he likes.
He waited two hours before saying, as naturally as he had said anything else, "So, we finally asked Liam the other night why he was spending so much time here, and apparently you guys are fucking?"
I coughed out smoke. "What?"
"Yeah, he was pretty drunk but still, he fessed up quick. That boy can't lie to us. Plus my brother and his brother were tight, and we both know Ben gets around..."
"So you suspected?"
He laughed real loud. "Hell, yeah! We're all great friends and shit but ain't no way I'm spending hours everyday at Abe's. He'd kick me out after three." Abe was his nickname for Abu Bakr, a man of many nicknames.
"We weren't supposed to tell," I remarked.
"I think he was more worried about you telling."
"is that an argument?"
"Are you angry at him? Did you not want us to know?"
That didn't sound accusatory so I honestly said, "Couldn't care less, it's just surprising he didn't tell me he told you, considering -"
"Considering he's been busting that pussy all week?" Hamid was not laughing anymore. He was still smiling but much more serious. "Bro, he tells me he calls it a pussy, and you a girl. That true?"
"Of course it's true. That would be weird for him to tell you we're fucking then lie about the content of the sex."
That clearly was not what Hamid had in mind. As soon as I confirmed Liam called me a girl, he licked his lips and started pulling on his shorts slightly as if he'd just realized how short and flimsy they were. "So, like..." He licked his lips again. "You like it when he talks to you like you're a girl?"
It had become clear what tonight was gonna be, and given the apparent inevitability of sex, I decided to treat the conversation as honest and blunt as possible. "I love it. He only does it for me during sex but I'd love it if he did it all the time when he's here. Tuns me on."
"Why... why don't you ask him to do it?"
"It's not his style, it's just a sex game to him. I also want a guy who'll do it because it makes him hard."
Hamid was breathing much louder than before. "You don't mind him saying you got a pussy?"
I smiled at him. "How did he tell you my pussy was?"
Hamid hesitated. "You sure you wanna hear that?"
"Fuck, yes, I wanna know how he talks about me to his boys. That's hot."
He kept licking his lips and avoiding my eyes. Now that he'd brought himself here he seemed like he wanted to escape. He kept asking until he relented. "Fine, fine. He said... he said it was real tight and..." He started laughing nervously, smoked a bit, looking at the floor or past me at the wall in the background. "It's weird telling you that, bro..."
"Then why are you calling me bro?"
He finally looked me in the eyes. "What?"
"When he tells you about my pussy," I explained while kneeling on the couch facing him, "he's not talking about me, Charlie, his bro... He's talking about Charlie, his girl. His bitch."
"That's right..." He was watching me move like I was a snake. "But..."
"But if it's weird telling your bro about his pussy, why don't you tell your girl?"
"His girl," he argued.
"Do you see a ring on this finger? It's just when he's fucking me. Otherwise, I can just be... a girl. Some girl. Tell me... What did your boy say about my pussy? How tight?"
"Very tight... He said... He said you clamped down on him so hard he thought he wasn't gonna be able to pull out... And even after he fucked you up super hard it just tightened up immediately... he said he had to stretch you out for hours to get in..." He had started groping himself in the middle of that and my eyes had drifted down to admire that. "He said he was obsessed with your pussy."
I looked back up at Hamid. "Yeah, it drives him crazy to open me up. You should see how much he spits in it. Did he tell you about everything we do?"
"I think, yeah... Talked about how good you suck cock." Again he hesitated so I knew whatever he was gonna bring up next was gonna be one of his turn ons, like the feminization before. "He said you loved his cum... drinking it, getting your face painted with it... That true?"
"What do you think?"
He bit his lip before answering. "I think you do love it... Tell me the truth." His tone had become forceful, all of a sudden.
I decided to go for it. "I love cum, daddy. I love it on my face and I love it when it's filling up so much of my mouth it's spilling out the side of the dick I'm sucking... It makes me so sad when he comes up my pussy... but I know it's what he needs, as a man, and it makes me happy to be his cumrag."
He extended his arm toward me a caressed my cheek softly, finally holding my gaze. "I never met a girl as dirty as you, baby," he whispered. "I wanna know... how dirty you are."
He was so turned on and so was I. All I could think about was licking his tight, slightly hairy body, getting my tongue in those sweaty armpits... And his cock, the outline of which was become clear in his flimsy shorts. I wanted him to be where I was. So horny he was gonna burn up.
I knew exactly what to say : "I can show you, daddy, but... what if your cock is too big for me?" He was speechless. His hand clamped down on his thick cock, and I just kept going, "I can see it's impressive and... my pussy is so tight... it's gonna take a long time to make it so wet and so loose that you can get in. Do you have the time? You can stay as long as you want, daddy... As long as it takes."
"Yeah?" He pulled me to him, letting his hand fall from my cheek and wrapping around the back of my head. He kissed me tenderly. "You'd let me stay all night just so I can fuck you?"
I climbed over him, setting my ass on his dick and facing him. Without hesitation, I kissed him again. Hamid was a different guy, and his energy brought something wild out of me. He wanted to feminize me, for real. He wanted me to be a girl, but didn't need me to actually be. It was so dirty and twisted. So I kissed him long and hard, bringing his tongue out with mine. "I want you to make love to me, daddy..." Every time I called him that, he shivered a bit. "I wanna feel all of you inside my pussy... Can you help me?"
"Of course, baby," he said before kissing me again. He kept leaving little kisses over my lips as he talked. "I'm so lucky to have met a girl like you, I gotta make you feel good." That's when he finally got the courage to start caressing my ass. He passed his hands over my shorts quickly then went in and ended up grabbing me and pushing me against his chest. "I'm gonna make you feel good, baby, but I might go a bit hard at some points..." He kissed me deeply. "Can you forgive me if I do? I'm afraid your pussy might make me into a animal..." His fingers were sliding toward it, and he finally found it. "I mean..." He tired to slip a finger in. "Liam was here all night... and you're already so fucking tight, baby... Your pussy's a fucking prison door... Do you have some of his loads still in there?"
It had all leaked out dried out long ago but I still said, "Maybe..."
He shivered, as if getting lubed up by his friend's cum was as hot as anything else they were doing. "Damn, baby girl..." And he flipped usingit over the couch, me on my back and him over me between my legs. Had we not been dressed he could have fucked me missionary on the spot. His hard, thick cock was laying next to mine. "Look at how I'm making your clit swell up, baby girl..." He kissed me with as much spit as he could. "But tell me baby, how can I really make love to you if you're also giving that pussy to my bro?"
"I can't help it, daddy..." I was in his neck, alternating between sucking on it or whispering. "I need cock in my throat and my pussy... all the time. It's an addiction, daddy, I need your help."
"Sshh, sshh, girl, I'm here. I'm only kidding, baby, you can have all the cock you want. I'll never be a possessive daddy."
"Thank you." I kissed him like my life depended on it, wrapping his waist in between my legs and keeping him as close to me as possible. "Please daddy..." I tried asking him something but he was never done kissing me and shoveling spit in my mouth and trying to lick my lips and stick fingers in between them. Finally he let me whisper, "Please daddy let me lick you... Let me lick your body... Please..."
He suddenly stood up, his fat cock tenting the front of his flimsy Adidas shorts. What a slut. "Tell me where your bedroom is," he said. "I'm gonna make love to you."
I stood as well and took him there, leading him by the hand.
He stood at the food of the bed and positioned me in front of him. "Take off all my clothes, except for the socks, baby girl. Then you can lick it all."
"But not your feet?" I expressed genuine concern, there.
He took my neck in between my hands kissed me deeply while rubbing his dick against my belly, and then whispered : "Feet are for good girls who prove themselves."
I just fucking melted. I ripped his tank top like my life depended on it. His chest was skinny, hairy, he smelled of sweat and alcohol. I tried to lick it but he slapped me lightly and growled, "Take my clothes off."
I fell to my knees and took off his flimsy shots, then his tented white Calvins. His cock looked at bit longer than Liam's, but most importantly it was much, much thicker. A beautiful uncut cock I was drooling at.
Hamid laughed at me. "Baby girl's getting hungry, I see. You'll get this dick if you're good."
"It's so thick..."
"It'll take us hours to open up that pussy, babe. Do you have a thong?"
"A few."
"Make me choose." As I was getting up, he pushed me back down by gripping the top of my head. He was repressing a clear flash of violence. "Don't get up, baby. Crawl there. Lead me by the pussy."
I turned my eyes down. "Yes, daddy. I'm sorry."
"You have to show me respect if you want me, okay baby?"
"Yes, daddy."
"I don't want to punish you."
"I'll be good." And I lead him, crawling, all the way to my underwear drawer which I pointed to.
He starting looking through it, growling with anger at my boxers and shorts, and finally getting to my thongs. He chose a dark lace one, the sluttiest one possible. He had difficulty speaking. Anger and horniness. "Yes. That. Wear that now." And he turned to go lay on the bed. I used that time to quickly get out of my shots and underwear and put the thong on. Quick to learn my lesson, I crawled all the way to the foot of the bed and peered lovingly at him. "Can I climb in, daddy?"
He grabbed me by the hair again and dragged me. "You're making me wait, baby girl." Grabbing me still, by the hair and shoulders, he got me over him, straddling him. He kissed me sloppily, basically licking into my open mouth, and suddenly slapped me. "I wanted to slap you when you got up. I don't know why I stopped myself. You're such a bad girl, I should have known. Standing up before your superiors." Slap. "Making me wait." Slap. "Thirsting for every dick you see." Slap, slap. Sloppy kiss. "Lick me."
For the better part of the next hour, I was busy licking his whole body, excepting cock and balls, and his still hidden feet. He had me clean his hairy pits, kiss and lick each ab in his six-pack, suck on his tits like a slutty baby, trace the hairy line from his navel to his pubes then wash his pubes with my. tongue. When I got too close to his throbbing cock, he slapped me again and had me massage and lick his thighs, and his calves, then slapped me again to get me away from his feet. That's when I realized I had to open the waterworks. I was being punished for taking a bit too long answering to his needs, and if I didn't really commit, he wouldn't fuck me before sunrise.
I started crying, kneeling at his feet. "Please, daddy... Please I've been so good... I did everything you told me to... Please, I need your feet... your cock... I need you to fuck me, daddy..."
He raised himself to a sitting position he stared at me, pure rage in his black eyes. "What did you say."
"I need it. Daddy, please... be good to me..."
" You think you've been good enough to me?"
"I've obeyed every order, " I cried pathetically enough to drive him insane. "What more can I do?"
The thing men like him really want, other than to control someone feminine enough to make them feel utterly virile, is to have the respect they think they are due.
He suddenly choked me with one hand while forcing me to look in his eyes with the other. "Tell me the truth. Are you gonna be as good to me as you are to Liam?"
I cried out, "I'll do everything to be better!"
"Are you gonna obey all my orders?"
"Yes daddy I'll obey you!"
"Are you gonna let me get angry?"
"Yes daddy please you can do anything!"
"Good." And he pushed me down on my back, climbed on my chest and started slapping me as hard as he could with both hands. "Because sluts like you deserve to be punished." His voice was pure rage. "Because you make me want you but I still have to fuck Liam's sloppy seconds. I should have been first, you WHORE." He started choking me and spitting on my face. I dutifully tried to open my mouth but this was getting too intense for proper coordination. "But no, I gotta go after some white fuckboy who's only good for weed and alcohol. Do you realize how humiliating that is?" He suddenly grabbed at the string of my thong and roughly shoved two fingers in my ass, making me scream. "To have to come second after you've given that pussy to my bro for weeks? To have to use his come as lube?" He pulled his fingers out and licked them, as if searching for Liam's taste on his skin. Not only that, he sucked them as lewdly as he could, leaving wet trails of spit, and then pulled them out, cliffhangers stretching, and shoved them in my mouth. I shared with him his spit and Liam's imaginary cum. "You have humiliated me, girl." And he raised himself. His fingers stopped playing with my tongue and scissored my mouth open for him to shove his dick.
The taste of his cock on my tongue was amazing. He'd been sweating, and precumming, and maybe had been a bit lazy after peeing, and he tasted marvelous. For about thirty seconds, he simply caressed my tongue with his tip, holding my mouth open. Then, his fingers came out and he grabbed my head to lock me in place.
One of the roughest facefucks of my life started then. He planted himself balls deep in one move, making my body shake and twist under him, but he didn't care and didn't have to stop. Deep in my throat, he started pumping, harder and harder until a minute or two after he was banging his pubes on my nose, almost breaking it, and his abs on my face.
As he was choking me, he was letting out the talk imaginable. The fantasy he was playing out was... much more intricate than I'd expected, I can tell you that. The general theme was he'd been in love with me for a while and I'd teased him just a bit too much just a bit too long, and worst of all I'd given up pussy to his bro. There was a clear racial thing going on there as well as he kept repeating, "That's what you white girls always do, isn't it? Pretend like you're gonna give it up to guys like me but then you never do. You spread your whore legs for white losers you can bring home to daddy." He went balls deep for this one and slapped me while I choked. "Is is because your sissy dad would be scared of a real man like me? Is he afraid I'm gonna rape his lovely girl?" He let out a cruel laugh. "If only he know how much of a filthy slut you already are. Look at you. You love it when I'm choking the shit out of you." He pushed in deeper, somehow. "Want me to kill you, whore? I could leave it there so long it kills you." And he pinched my nose shut, putting his threat to execution for a good twenty second until I started beating on his thigh with my fist.
He laughed darkly as he finally pulled his cock out of my throat and released my nose. In a few seconds, he had climbed off and turned me around and climbed back up, settling himself in the small of my back facing my feet. And started spanking my ass. For what felt like an hour he said nothing at all and spanked me as hard as he could, randomly stopping to grab at my ass and twist the flesh this way and that. I begged him, out loud and shamelessly, to just please fuck me. Then I negotiated myself down to, like, a dildo. Fingers. A finger. Just the tip of a finger. He just kept beating on my ass.
When he stopped, finally, I though it was yet another game, another form of making me wait. He had a hand on each cheek, spreading me open. But then I felt spit hit my quivering hole. More and more spit kept falling.
His voice was dark. "Liam told us how he spent hours opening you up. Everything he did with his fingers and your dildos. I'm not gonna use them. You already whored yourself out to my bro, I'm not about to humiliate myself further by fucking you with plastic dicks." And he roughly shoved two fingers all the way through my ass, started roughly fucking me. Spit is... not good lube. But hurting me was the point. "Yeah, girl, you're learning your fucking lesson now, aren't you." Two fingers were quickly joined by a third one, then, with some difficulty, with a fourth. He used some weird Klingon salute to spread me as open as he could and keep filling me up with spit. "I should lube you up with piss, that's all girls like you are good for. Better yet, " and the fingers came out, before he spanked me violently, "next time you humiliate me I'll fuck you without any lube at all. That'll really teach you." Hamid got off me, raised me into a doggy style position and twisted my head so I had to look at him. "Though the dry fuck won't last long." His tip was shoved against my hole and it flared wildly as he added, "The blood will lube you up."
And shoved himself in. I'm sure he was hoping to go balls deep and make me scream. He only went in halfway since I was barely wet and quickly opened, but I did scream.
The first fuck lasted all of two minutes. Though I was still tight as a prison door, he fucked rough and quick, trying to get as deep as my dry walls would allow. He moaned out "so fucking tight" a few times and pushed himself over the edge when he let out, "it's like you're still a virgin." That did him in.
He pulsed a huge amount of cum inside of me, using it to push himself balls deep as he held on tightly to my waist. Once he had bottomed in, he started fucking there, not moving more than a few centimeters. Though I could hear hisses of pain, he managed it and kept himself hard, wet, and fucking.
The second fuck just didn't end. He kept me doggy all the way through it, taking the time to completely pull out and bang himself back in, spanking me and pulling me by the hair, and just moaning out a litany of dirty talk. His cock was amazing. Even when he had me gaping, he was still a bit too thick for comfort. There was no pleasure that didn't come with a complimentary amount of pain. Though I understood where that came from: his cum apparently made my ass "just like a pussy" and he said many time, "this pussy is insane" so clearly he was out of control because of me. It was my fault.
The second fuck ended the same way as the first: he pushed himself balls deep as he came, and starting fucking the depths he could reach.
"We're gonna change position, girl, but I don't ever want my cock to come out of you, get it? Follow me." And he grabbed me and help me as he layed on his back. I was straddling him facing his feet and he ordered me to turn around.
Slowly, his thick dick wildly flaring inside my hole, I twisted around to face him. The cock scraped me all the way, stretching and invading me. When I finally had his eyes on mine, he grabbed me again and flipped us missionary. Then he started fucking a third fuck into me. "I got loads for you, baby girl, loads till they spill out of you." I discovered quickly the missionary position had be chosen for choking purposes. He had me by the neck and never let go, only giving me access to air once in a while or when he lowered himself to make out with me, which actually consisted in spitting in my mouth and then licking my tongue.
While in missionary I grabbed his ass and started pushing him deeper into me. That woke something up in him. "Yeah, you like how I fuck you? Tell me the truth, girl, am I a better fuck than Liam?" Slap. "Tell the truth."
I thought I knew what he wanted, but I couldn't be sure. Most guys would have wanted a yes, a slutty yes. He wasn't most guys. So I said, "Yes, of course you're better daddy," after a hesitation, and looking like I was absolutely lying. Looking afraid.
His cock flared wildly inside me and he lost his rhythm an instant, and choked me harder. "You fucking liar!" I was crying and screaming, at that point. "You fucking lying WHORE!" And I got pounded into the mattress for my troubles. As it went on, he ended up lying over me and kissing me deeply. In between kisses, he whispered, "I love you, cunt..." After a long while, I felt waves of tension throughout his body, and he came again, balls deep, his mouth in my neck, whispering, "I aint never gonna stop loving you, cunt."
He fell asleep on top of me, as I drifted as well. His softening cock finally popped out of me, followed by a steam of cum. I slept with him as a blanket.
The next morning I was woken up by him pusing his dick against my taint. When he noticed I was awake, he whined, "I can't get back into my girl..." And puppy eyes.
He kissed me deeply as I raised my legs and let him come back into me. I had tightened and dried up again and it hurt like hell but I wanted it as much as he did. That morning he made me cry even as he fucked tenderly into me, and licked the streaming tears off my face. It was some of the weirdest sex I'd ever had. One last time he came into me, kissed me, then flopped on his back next to me. "Now, girl, you can lick my feet."
It took me about a second to get there and pull his socks off.
