10 comments/ 29069 views/ 55 favorites Taking the Thompson Women By: ourlilisland This is a work of fiction. It has no basis in reality. Enjoy. ***** I first became aware of the Thompson women in high school. The mother, Ella, happily married, was very active in the school. Each year she was involved in the plays and the bake sales, and the musicals and concerts. Some thought she was a woman with a good heart. Ella had two daughters, Odetta and Mya. The mother stood at about average height and possessed the curvy figure that draws male attention. Her chest was massive, and one who observed closely could see her tits jiggle a little with each step. Her hair was wild, in a sort of controlled afro style. She had a beautiful smile, and a laugh that warms the heart. Her daughters were miniature versions of their mother, with some small differences. Mya tied her hair up in a bun, and wore glasses. Odetta wore hers down, and was the only one of the three who showed off her assets. All three had beautiful skin the color of milk chocolate. This is the story of my conquest of this family. I took them one by one through deception and aggressive action, and made myself master of their house. I continue to hold power over all three, and they have provided me with much pleasure. I suppose you may be asking why I would do such a thing. Why would any man seduce a woman and her daughters and turn them into his concubines? The answer is simple: I could, and I did. * My first move was against Mya, though it was a delayed action of sorts. Once I had her firmly in my grasp, I could use access to her house to solidify my hold over her mother, and then her older sister, Odetta. Ella was a woman who liked to be in middle of things. She was active in the community and the school. She helped out with a lot of the plays and musicals and the sports teams. Since Mya was on the cheerleading team, I knew her mother. That year, we were going to be right in the mix for another state title in football, and a great deal of excitement was generated around the community. I had been formulating my plan for most of the summer, with the plan to begin executing it by the time the training camp ended in the summer, and it was at this point I began to make my moves. It was the end of practice, and the sun was turned orange red in the sky when we were making our goodbyes for the evening. The cheerleading team was practicing at the same time, and I was waiting to take Chelsea home that night. I had challenged myself, prepared myself for the coming task by fucking all of her friends on the squad. I figured if I could keep them all quiet, play them against each other, then Ella and her daughter would be a walk in the park. Also it was an opportunity to give Ella an idea of how it was going to be between us from now on. Miko was a Japanese exchange student who had fallen into my web. She had just arrived in America that summer and joined the cheerleading squad to help make the transition to American Life easier. She had a cute, sweet disposition, and was wholly unprepared for some of the dark shit I did to her. By the time I finished with her she would be nothing more than a living sex toy. I was in the process of breaking her spirit, so after practice I took her to my car for a quick blow job. As she worked her mouth on my cock, I watched some of the others coming out of the locker rooms. Miko was still struggling to take all of me in her mouth, and periodically, I had to give her a reprieve so she didn't choke on my dick. I knew Chelsea wouldn't be out in awhile. She always took extra time to make herself pretty for me. I could have told Miko this, but I didn't think it was good for her. She might relax if she didn't think she'd be caught. As planned, Ella arrived, pulling up next to me in my car. She was a creature of habit, and always parked in the same place, generally wore the same clothes, same makeup, everything. "Good afternoon Mrs. Thompson," I said cheerfully. I could feel Miko stiffen up, and I placed my hand on her head. Her first reaction upon hearing my voice was to sit up. "Hey Bill! How did practice go?" she said warmly. Mrs. Thompson turned towards me, and her big breasts turned with her, sprained in her conservative clothing. "Alright," I said, Miko was trying to free herself, but I forced her head to keep moving. I could smell her excitement as she pretty mouth moved up and down my shaft. "We're a little rusty, but I think that we can go all the way if we do everything right." "Well said," she said nodding in approval. I could see that she noticed something was off about way I was speaking. Again Miko tried to break free, I pulled her hair to remind her who's boss. She let out a muffled yelp of pain, as she again submitted. "Are you alright Bill?" she asked. "Fine!" I said, straining, I was close, Miko was moving faster and her mouth felt like soft warm velvet. "I have something on my mind," I added. "Nothing too bad I hope," she said showing concern. Just then blew my load in Mikos mouth. I let out a groan, which startled Ella, "No... No Mrs. Thompson, I'm fine.. I just" I cleared by throat. "I'm just worried about Math this year. I'm worried about not being eligible for the playoffs!" She nodded her head, I knew that she realized something wasn't right, but she bought the Math explanation, "Well, you know my daughter is in the Math League. She can probably tutor you, if you like!" "Really?" faking earnestness, "Are you sure she won't mind?" "Not at all, let me give you my number and I'll arrange everything." I punched her number into my cell phone. Miko continued to work my cock as I petted her bottom with my other hand. "All set," I said, smiling. "I can't wait." I really couldn't but not for the reasons Ella was thinking about. The conversation lapsed soon after that. Other parent and cheerleaders began coming up to Ella to talk. As she was distracted for the moment, it was time for Miko to make her exit. "Out Miko," I said, "Time for you to go change." Miko looked up at me with a mixture of shock and humiliation. "But they'll see me!" she hissed. "Not if you move quickly and don't stop moving." I said. I open the passenger door so she could slide out. Reluctantly, Miko made her exit and half walked, half ran to the locker rooms. All awhile, she was trying to smooth out her outfit and wipe to cum off her face. Just as she reached the door, Chelsea and Mya walked out, to their respective rides chattering away. Ella had just finished talking with Mrs. Parks about the kids and a new diet program when she happened to glance back at Bill. She was shocked to see one of the girls quickly get up and out of his car and half run to the locker rooms. Ella was momentarily dumbstruck. She knew immediately what had happened, and she began to blush at the thought. The girl's halfhearted attempts to make herself presentable made it even clearer. Ella glanced back at Bill, who seemed to be in the process of adjusting himself. He had a look of incredible satisfaction on his face, the cat swallowing the canary. Or in this case, the other way around? She followed the girl with her eyes. She knew from her daughter that Bill was dating the head cheerleader Chelsea, who she saw coming out with her daughter. Oh, you snake, She thought. It wasn't just that she realized that that boy had been fucking that girl's mouth as he had talked to her. The thought that made her short of breath was that he had been so nonchalant about it, like he knew he wouldn't be caught. A familiar ache returned between her legs as a number of her memories passed through her mind. Her husband had stolen her from another boyfriend when they first met. He had sweet-talked her into bed, and furious affair that followed ultimately with their marriage. She recognized that same look of cleverness on Bill's face. A look that said, I am the one. I am in control. The ride home was quiet. Mya chattered about the squad and who was interested in whom. Ella decided to be careful. She didn't approve of what Bill had done, who was she to ruin his fun. She broached the subject of Bill carefully, "Mya, do you know Bill Barrows?" "Sure, why?" Mya asked somewhat uncomfortably. Of course she knew Billy Barrows, he was her favorite sex fantasy when she masturbated. "No reason," he mother replied, rubbing her legs together in spite of herself. "I saw him before I picked you up." "Yeah he's always there to pick up Chelsea," Mya muttered. "Anything wrong between you and Chelsea?" She asked. "No, not that. Its just that... She says things about him." "Like what? What is she saying?" Ella asked trying not to sound too intrigued. "Nothing. She brags. She keeps talking about how good he is in bed, and how big his cock is." Mya trialed off wistfully, thinking that she need to get home to reflect a little more about Billy Barrows big cock. Ella was too shocked to notice her daughter's tone, "Mya Thompson! Where did you learn to use that kind of language?" "What? That's what she says." Mya replied defensively. "Still that's no way to talk," she said stiffly. Ella went on to explain that Bill wanted to go over math before the coming school year. Mya happily consented, and Ella was forced to wonder whether or not Bill was having sex with Mya as well, and if she should bring up the subject. But Ella was cut off by a stock trader on his cell phone, and the opportunity passed. ** When Mya became sexually attracted to white guys was something she could never trace. She couldn't recall any one incident that made her hot for the opposite race. Perhaps it was her friends, who gossiped about their boyfriends. Almost all of the girls were white, and all their boyfriends were white. They bragged about sex, and some, especially Chelsea loved to go into detail. Mya loved these talks, but she had never acted on these lustful impulses, even when white boys had asked her out in her school, she always chickened out. Instead her sexual fantasies had become much more intense as she searched for a sexual outlet for her desires. Her porn habits were all centered on black women being dominated and controlled by white men. She often pictured herself in the roles of the women, being roughly handled and taken by a powerful cock. Mya felt a thrill run through her body when the doorbell rang. He was here! Her stomach tightened, and she took one last look in a hallway mirror as she ran down the stairs to answer the door. Mya opened the door to see me. I looked her up and down, and I knew just from the way she looked that I was going to fuck her eventually. Mya was dressed a pair of short shorts and a tank top and she was wearing her contacts. But it was what she had done with her face and hair that gave away her lust. She was fully made up, and I could see that she was not wearing a bra, as her chocolate nipples peaked through her white top as a cool breeze picked up. She saw I was looking, and she made no attempt to cover herself, in fact, she subconsciously stuck out her chest so I could get a better look. She smiled nervously and said, "Hey Bill!" "Hey," I said, smiling. She stumbled over her words, "S-so how's Chelsea?" she asked. "Getting ready for her sleep away party. Looking for swimsuits. You're going, right?" "Uh, yeah, sure!" "That's cool." I said. "So... Would you like to get started?" she asked, heading towards the kitchen to help him study. "Actually, I was wondering if we could do this in your room? I've been working out all day, and I think it would do me some good if I could lay down?" "Okay!" she replied, a little too eagerly. A picture of him on her bed was already in her head. She was already getting a little excited and moist between the legs. That day, I began to work on her. It didn't take much to get her off math. She opened up to me about her parents, her sister who was already away at college. I knew that she her family had some hang ups about white people. Her mom was constantly checking on us by call upstairs to make sure we were "alright." She rolled her eyes each time, and I began to work on this. "Your parents don't like white people do they?" I asked. "No! No that's not it at all," she replied, quickly. "I mean, she doesn't seem to trust me up here with you," I eyed her, taking in her body. "It's like she's worried I might... do something." She tried to laugh it off, "Are you?" she said jokingly. I leaned in and kissed her. I could feel the shiver that went through her body, as she kissed me back, and became more and more eager as we continued. We were lying on the bed, and I rolled on top of her and we started making out. "No—No Bill, we need to stop." She pressed her hands against my chest, "I've got a boyfriend, and you've got Chelsea." I nodded and shifted so we wear both laying on our sides, facing each other. I said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" "Mya! Bill! Are you both alright?!" Ella called from downstairs. "Yes Mom!" Mya called, her voice dripping in sarcasm. I smirked. Mya's nipples were poking out from her shirt. "Why do you date Desean?" I asked. "Why do you date Chelsea?" she replied. "Because I met her before you." I said. "Is that why you cheat on her so much?" "What are you talking about?" "Oh please!" she snorted. She curled up next to me, laying on her side. I began gently caressing her right breast. "Everyone knows about that. Calli, Jessie, Taylor, that new girl, Miko. You fucked them all." "And?" I asked. She scoffed at him. My hand was doing its work. I could almost smell her wet pussy. I pulled her to me again. There was almost no resistance. Her mouth tasted fresh and smooth. I kissed her throat and nibbled on her ear as she quietly moaned contently. "You didn't answer my question. Why do you date Desean?" She sighed, "Because I met him before you." Bullseye. I caressed her beautiful breast, and worked one of the straps down and began took one her nipples into my mouth and began sucking contently as she leaned back and made small noise of satisfaction. "Mya! Bill! Do you need anything?" Ella called up the stairs. "No mom!" Mya managed to get out, but it came out strained. She had wrapped her arms around my head, and cooed as paid attention to each of her glorious tits. I would pay attention to one, and then the other, with her minor protests, mostly cute small sounds of displeasure that ended as soon as I started with the other breast. Perhaps sensing that something was wrong, Ella began climbing the stairs. Mya, who's hearing like that off all children was attuned to the sound of their parent's footfalls, gasped, and pulled me off. She made herself presentable, and I flipped over onto my chest so Ella wouldn't see my massive boner. We opened the books just in time as Ella opened her daughter's door, and saw the two of us on the bed, quietly working side by side on math problems. She smiled at us and said, "Everything alright with you too?" "Yes mom," she said, feigning rolling her eyes, "Were just working on math problems." "You can join us if you want." I said smiling. "I'm alright. Just let me know if you need anything." She said. "We will," Mya replied. "You're an asshole," she added to me, when her mother closed the door. Her mother had broken the spell, but I knew that I had an in. A few days later, I set up a second study session. *** At our second meeting, her mother was not there, but her boyfriend was. Desean was a thin guy. Not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but pleasant enough to be around. It was clear he was there to keep an eye on me when I was around his girl, which was wise. But he also had a lower opinion of Mya than she deserved, and it was clear from the way he treated her that he was suspicious of us both. Mya, had dressed more conservatively this time around. She wore a dress, and a knee length skirt, almost professional clothing. And the three of us sat at the kitchen table for most of the math session. Mya sat next to me, and Desean spent most of the time glaring at me. I ignored it. He couldn't hurt me even if he tried. I knew that he would get bored eventually, and sure enough, about a half hour in, he got up and went into the living room and started watching TV. As soon as he did, my hand started going up Mya's skirt. "You'd better quit that," she hissed. "Desean will kill you if he sees." "You let me worry about that," I whispered, my hand traced little circles on the inside of her thigh. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you," I told her. "Look, Bill," she said in a firm voice but still a whisper, "I like you. I'll help you in math, but you need to stop. I'm with Desean, and I'm not going to fuck you." My hand drifted farther up her leg and briefly touched her panties before her hand came down to stop me. "Stop!" she hissed. Desean looked over at us, but we just continued what we were doing. Once his eyes were off us, I began to move my hand again in gentle little circles. "You sure you want me to stop?" I asked. "My fingers a getting a little wet." She silently surrendered to me. She glanced nervously at Desean as I continued. I brushed her panties, and began rubbing my fingers up against her pussy. She was soaked, and I could feel her body beginning to respond. Unconsciously, her legs opened wider for easier access. I took her hand, and put in on my cock. I guided her hand up and down my meat. Hidden beneath my shorts, she could only guess at the size, but I heard her give a small gasp. I moved her panties aside, and put one finger inside of her. She was warmed and juicy. She let out a moan as I worked two fingers in and began fingering her. She bit her lip and I watched the knuckles on her hand turn white as she did her best to resist crying out. My dear little Mya has a thing for being seen I realized. Her eyes were permanently fixed on Desean, who was watching an NBA game while I finger fucked his girlfriend into becoming my new sex slave. I know that part of her wanted me to stop, part of her might have wanted Desean to stop me, but the part of her wanted to wanted, to be desired and pursued wanted me to keep going. I felt her breath quicken, and I felt her pussy tighten down on my fingers while she suppressed a scream by biting down on her hand. When the wave of pleasure receded, she opened her eyes and saw, her boyfriend still transfixed by the basketball game. She flushed with humiliation, as I, followed her gaze, looked back at her with a smirk, as if saying, "See? I can do whatever I want with you." She left the table, embarrassed, and ran upstairs, and refused to see anyone for the rest of the night. She decided her dressed would have to go. If her mother saw its condition that night, she would have asked what had caused her to wet herself. It took three weeks for me to see her again. I knew now she would be mine. She had said nothing to no one. At practices, she tried to avoid eye contact, but I made sure that the girls that cheered with her were extra happy, and that she got all the juicy details. Three weeks after our session, I called the Thompson house, and Ella picked up. "Hello Mrs. Thompson!" I said. "Hello Bill," she said cooly, I think her perhaps realized something was off about her daughter. "I was wondering if Mya would be able to help me study tomorrow?" "Well, I'm sure it will be alright if its not too long." She sniffed. "That's awesome thanks!" I said cheerfully. "Your welcome." Ella had no idea she had sealed the fate of her daughter. **** Today was the day. When she opened the door, I knew she was mine. Her parents were not home, neither was her boyfriend. When she opened the door, she was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of short gym shorts. I smiled, and step forward, and took her into my arms, kissing her on the mouth. She tensed up at this, surprised at my forwardness, as I entered her house, which would soon become my house. "Hey sexy." I said, with a playful wink. Taking the Thompson Women Ch. 02 This is a work of fiction. It is for entertainment only, and should not be taken seriously by anyone. ***** Ella couldn't understand what had come over her youngest daughter. A little over a month ago, Mya had been a quiet, sensitive girl who studied hard and partied little. She had usually dressed conservatively, wore glasses, and never showed off her body. Suddenly, all that had changed. She had started showing off her body. She had let her hair down, both physically, and literally. Her mother had noticed she rarely wore a bra, and wore shorts that showed off her long legs. While she was concerned, she was also happy that her daughter was finally started coming out of her shell. She attributed this to her joining the High School cheerleading team, and the influence of some of her friends. Unbeknownst to her, her daughter had been ensnared. His name was Bill Barrows, the town football hero, and Mya's new lover. Sex for Mya had unburdened her of all other priorities. Once she had succumbed, she was consumed by her desires. She had experienced something no other boy had given her. She now craved that feeling every day. The feeling of being filled so completely, of pleasure so intense, it made her forget all worries of right and wrong. Her mother sensed the danger. She was wary of Bill. She had told her daughter she couldn't tutor him anymore. So instead we began working on a class project at his house, and everything continued. It had become easy for Mya to lie. She was stealing from her parents for him. It was a way to test his hold on her. Her father had a strange habit of stashing money around the house. All Mya had to do was look around here and there, and sure enough, a few hundred dollars appeared from behind a picture or inside a commemorative coffee mug. Rarely did she ever ask why he needed the money. He was always careful to praise her, and remind her how much her daddy loved her. * But now he had set his eyes on a greater prize. To have Ella would require more than just seduction- though seduction was what was called for. Ella would not abandon her husband for great sex alone. What was required was subterfuge. I needed to weaken the bond between husband and wife if he was to truly possess have mind as well as her body. In this scheme, Mya was of tremendous value. She was much closer with her mother than Odetta, who was rarely heard from and rarely seen. Perhaps as a result, Mya and Ella had drawn closer together, and he exploited this bond as much as possible leading up to the conquest of Ella. Mya knew her routine, her mother's likes and dislikes, her past, and even more important, her mother's relationship with her father. It was no secret even early on that Ella was not on good terms with her husband, who vanished for long periods of time on extended trips overseas. Mya tearfully admitted that often, she didn't know where her father was. Ella had tried to deal with this strain as best as possible, but it was clear she was nearing the end of her rope. She had separated from her husband on several occasions, but each time returned, only to cry herself to sleep at night. But this would not be enough. I needed to weaken their relationship further. Ella's husband used a variety of pills to perform in bed. He removed these from the house whenever possible. Much of the money that Mya had taken was simply placed in Ella's dresser. These mechanizations produced terrible arguments, which drove husband and wife apart, and simultaneously drew Mya to Bill. Bewildered, she sought the arms of someone who loved her. Everything would need to be perfectly planned in order for there to be some chance of success. It began just before Chelsea's sleep away trip. ** Ella shut off the lights and went upstairs for bed. It was one of those hot summer nights, when the air was warm but windy enough to make it pleasant. Ella needed attention. She was antsy, stressed. She found herself in a near constant state of arousal. Her husband was no use in this regard, he couldn't even get an erection when he was home, she thought bitterly. He was probably fucking his secretary. He received strange calls in the night, with whispered voices. And where was the money going? She could never understand her husband's need to keep it in the house. Someone, likely a maid, or even that Bill Barrows, who she was fairly certain had been trying to seduce her daughter, might have come across it and pocketed the money. But... Another side of her whispered in her head, what if he's taking the money and giving it to his little whore? It probably takes a great deal to maintain a mistress. She prayed that her daughters would marry better men. As if on cue, as she made her way upstairs, she heard noises coming from Mya's room. She knew Desean and her daughter were dating, and assumed she was talking to him on the phone or skyping, together, and smiled. She approached her door to say a quick goodnight, when she paused. She knew Desean's voice fairly well, this one was deeper, a more masculine voice, and loud enough that it sounded as if the voice had a physical presence in the room. The door was open just a crack, and Ella moved it just an inch, so she could see better. She was shocked to see Bill leaning on her daughter's bed, dressed in jeans with his shirt off as Mya, with her back to the door, stood dressed in her night clothes, a large t-shirt and a pair of Victoria secret sweatpants. She noticed her daughter wasn't wearing a bra. They were whispering, but she could make out the conversation. "You've got to get out of here!" she whispered fearfully. "Why?" he asked, with a mischievous smile. He was leaning back against the bed, at ease. Mya had her arms crossed in disdain, but Ella could tell she was worried. "Why? You know why! My mom is just down the hall. If she finds you here-" "She'll ask what a white guy is doing in your bedroom at 10:30 pm." Bill cut in. No shit, Ella thought. She knew she should open the door and tell the boy to get out, but for some reason she didn't. She wanted to here more. Even from her position, she couldn't help but admire his powerful sculpted body. Ella had never been attracted to white men, beyond the usual celebrities, of course, but now, to her own surprise, she felt her mouth get a little dry, and her vagina a little damp. "We can't while my mom is in the house! If she finds out, she'll kill me! " Mya hissed. We can't? The thought flashed through Ella's mind in horror She wouldn't. She couldn't have- "Mya," he said, standing up, he towered above her. There was urgency in his voice. "Come here." To Ella's astonishment, Mya went to him. She looked up at him, as he wrapped his massive arms around her, and drew her close to his chiseled body. Mya could only breath in his scent. "We've talked about this, Mya. When I'm here..." No. Ella thought "You're the man of the house," she whispered, almost like a prayer. Oh God, No. Ella pleaded, in her head. "And when I'm gone..." he continued, stroking her hair. Please... She begged internally. "You're the man of the house." Mya replied, dutifully. Ella stood at the door frozen in stunned silence. "Your mother is not in charge here," He said matter of factly, "I am." Ella felt a cold sense of dread pass through her body. "Your father is not in charge here. You know who is in charge, don't you Mya?" Ella could see her smile. She wanted to give into this man. There was almost no resistance. "Your in charge, daddy." He turned Mya around, so she was facing her desk, where her mother had spent countless hours going over her schoolwork with her. He kissed her throat as one hand went massage her breast through the think material of her shirt, and the other went under the waistband of sweatpants and panties, find the roaring furnace between her legs. Ella was paralyzed. He was seducing her, taking her right there. She wanted to shout, but as she watched as he continued his manipulations, and her daughter slowly moved her hips to keep with his hands, she remained frozen. "Tell me." "Please.." "Tell me..." "Oh god... please..." "Tell me," he demanded. "Fuck me, daddy! Please fuck me!" she begged him in a high pitched voice. As she let out a gasp, as she came on his hand. "Of course, baby." He said. His voice was smooth, deep. "Wha-What are you doing?" she asked, in a foggy voice. "Relax baby," as he unbuckled his jeans. "I've already had you mouth and your pussy. Its time I have your ass." "Ohh God..." she whispered. He stripped her of her nightclothes with ease. Mya helped him undress her. Ella was frozen in place as she watched her daughter give her body over to this man. She didn't see his cock, but saw the expression on her face, and heard Mya groan as he slowly put inside her ass. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure- of being completely filled. "Who's ass is this?" he asked. "Yours daddy." She said meekly, as he slowly began to thrust into her. Ella turned away. She couldn't and watch any longer. She didn't want to listen as she listened to her daughter get fucked in the ass. Billy had taken her daughter. More so, he did it under Ella's roof! She fumbled her way to her bedroom, and could now here them as the desk pounded into the wall. "ohh Ohh OHH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Ella felt tears come to her eyes, her daughter; her wonderful good little girl had become a slut. She was a white boy's plaything. That he was using her was certain. Mya had said he fucks other girls. The memory of that Japanese girl running towards the locker room flashed through her mind. She knew he fucked other girls. "FUCK ME DADDY!!" And what was this daddy shit? Ella thought angrily. Was his hold that strong over her? Ella closed the door to her bedroom, wiped the tears out of her eyes. And happened to glance at herself in the mirror. Her nipples were visible through her shirt. God! Am I this turned on by listening to my daughter get her brains fucked out? She felt disgusted. With herself and her daughter. But what to do? How could she stop this? Her husband would be of no help. Maybe the Reverend at the church? No. That man gossips like a schoolgirl, the whole community would know before the end of the day. Ella knew she would have to contain this... humiliation. The sound had faded to a thumping as the desk made a ryhmic tapping against the wall. She could hear her daughter moaning like a little whore. Ella thought to herself, I should stop this. I should bust in there and freak out. I should scream at him, she thought bitterly. I thought I raised by children better than this. But beneath the self-righteousness, there was something else. A flicker of something- jealously. A part of Ella was indignant that her daughter had a much more active, and raunchy sex life than she did. As Ella climbed into bed, she listened as they kept at it. God, he must be good to make her sound like that, she thought. She caressed her right breast, and for the first time in awhile, she fingered herself to fall asleep. Nothing wrong with it, she thought. Se would break them up the next day. She would call him over, and tell him it was over. Her hand moved faster, as she envisioned herself in the place of her daughter, recited the same words her daughter had whispered earlier. "Your in charge, daddy. Fuck me..." she whispered as she listen as her daughter squealed. Nothing wrong with it, she thought, nothing but a little fun. I have needs after all. She would see it ended tomorrow. The last thought that went through her mind before sleep caught up with her was I wonder what his cum tastes like. *** Ella called Bill and asked for him to come over around 3pm. To her surprise, he said he would be out of school, and Ella took the time off from the bank to come home early to meet him. Mya would be home a few hours later, and Ella was already scripting in her head what she planned say to her daughter when she got here. She sat in her living room in her work clothes waited for him to come over; very professional. She felt her stomach tightening in anticipation. She had considered telling her husband and confronting him together, but what could he do? He wasn't even in the country. She checked herself in the mirror. He was supposed to be home soon at some point, but who was to say when. She would have to do all of this herself. Suddenly the doorbell rang. She walked to the front, suppressing all feelings of doubt. She reminded herself that she could handle any businessman in the state, she was confident she could handle a white boy with a ball. She opened the door, and there he was. For some reason, it felt like she was looking at him for the first time. He seemed to loom over her, a powerful force being held in check. "Mrs. Thompson? You wanted to see me?" she thought she detected uncertainty in his voice. Ella pushed aside her initial feeling that she was making a terrible mistake facing him alone, and pressed onward. "Yes, come in!" she gave him her best smile and ushered him inside. She could smell the stink on him, the smell of sweat and... something else? She led him into the living room, and he took a seat on one end of the couch. He put his feet up on the coffee table, but Ella bit her tongue. She would be rid of him soon enough. He's just a boy with a ball. She thought. She tried not to stare at his shoulders. "Bill," she said, sitting further down on the couch, "do you know why I asked you here?" "No, Mrs. Thompson, I was actually wondering that myself." That was unexpected. Ella had hoped he would just confess to his relationship with Mya, but instead he was playing coy. "I think you know." She said. "I'm afraid I don't follow," he replied, the beginnings of a smirk forming on his face. "You know." Ella said, through gritted teeth. "Why don't you tell me?" he asked, almost mockingly. "You and Mya!" she exploded, "You have been fucking my daughter, you little bastard!" "Oh that," he replied, sighing. He ran a hand through his thick hair, "Well, Mrs. Thompson, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but your daughter is a slut." "How dare you-" Ella started. "I wonder where she gets that from?" Bill asked cutting in, raising an eyebrow towards the older woman who now was beginning to feel flustered. This is not how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to be in control, not him, but she could feel it beginning to slip away. She tried anger and threats. "Now you listen to me, you arrogant little shit," she pointed her finger at his chest. "Your going to leave my daughter alone or else!" "Or else what?" he glared. Ella once again remembered she was alone here with him, and no one knew they were meeting. She pushed aside that fear and attacked again. "I'll call your parents." She said triumphantly. "Don't have parents, Ella, that's not going to work with me." He snapped dryly. "I'll have you arrested-" "Arrested?!" He moved closer to her, closer than she like, "Ella, the police don't arrest people because you ask them to, that's not how it works. Your daughter is eighteen and so am I. Mya will-" "Mya will do as I say!" she insisted, panic was now seeping into her voice. "Oh really? You sure about that? Your really sure she will listen to you?" He asked. He let it sink in for a moment. Ella suddenly began to realize that he knew she had seen them together. "Of course she won't." he smirked. "Your daughter is in love with me. Or rather she is in love with this," he grabbed his crotch. "Every day and night she needs it. And I see her everyday. So try again, Ella. What are you going to do about it?" Panic began to grip Ella, she was fighting back the urge to cry. "I'll—My husband-" Bill snorted and burst out laughing. "HIM?! HA! Where is he this week, Ella? Do you even know where he is exactly? Please. Besides, I've seen your husband. I think I can handle him." Ella flushed at this humiliation. She knew it was true. This boy was so physically imposing, he dwarfed her husband, or at the moment, at least seemed like it. She never thought Mya would tell him so much about her family. Ella couldn't see any way out. How? How had it gotten to this point? She hated him. She smelled him, he seemed almost on top of her. "Money." She muttered. "What?" "How much would it cost me to make you leave my daughter alone!" she demanded. "How much have you got?" "Two hundred.." He snorted, and gave her the finger. "Five hundred!" He laughed and got up to leave. She followed him out of the living room. "Eight hundred dollars!!" she called after him. "Goodbye Ella." He said over his shoulder, laughter in his voice, I'll see you later. I've got to pick Mya up from school." The threat loomed over Ella like a pall. "A thousand! FUCK!! Two thousand!! Why wont you just leave us alone!!" she shrieked. "Because Ella," he said, turning to her, she nearly ran right into his massive chest, again that smell was in her face, her mouth. "You aren't naming my price." He smiled. "But that's all the money I have-" she begged. "I don't need your fucking money." He laughed. "My price is something else." Ella felt a cold feeling of dread. She knew instantaneously what he meant. "No." she said. "Never." "Never say never, Ella," he chuckled. "I'm not a whore!" she snarled, "How dare you talk to me like this! I would never betray my husband." "Your cute when you get self-righteous. But I think its fair: your body in exchange for your daughter's body. "You sonofabitch!" she took a swing at him, and he took her by the arm and dragged her back towards the living room. She felt like a rag doll, and as she struggled, he let her go, and she fell to the ground. He got down on the floor and pinned her there. He was on top of her and she could smell him. He could take right now if he wanted. She couldn't move at all. Just a boy with a ball, she thought. His face was inches from her's. She saw the look in his eyes and was afraid. No one would hear her. But what came next was unexpected. "I'm serious: your body in exchange for your daughter's pussy. I think it's more than fair. You fuck me till Friday when your daughter goes away on her trip. When she comes back, I'll break up with her." To Ella's surprise, he got up and sat on the couch. He looked down at her smugly. She didn't know what to think. She tried franticly to think of some kind of alternative. Some deal she could offer, some threat she could make. But there was no out. There was no other option. Mya was not on birth control. She wasn't using protection either. If something wasn't done soon, she would be pregnant with this bastard's child, and the Thompson family would be ruined in the community. Ella looked at him with contempt. He could tell she was wrestling with a lot of emotions. Ella had been trying to hold back the tears, but now she started to cry. She couldn't bring herself to look at him. She couldn't bring herself to even nod in ascent. Still, Ella began to crawl forward on her hands and knees, and that was good enough for a yes. Her tears were making a mess of her makeup as she sniffled her way to him. Bill pulled down his gym shorts and exposed himself to Ella. Even through the tears, her eyes widened. "Oh God.." she whispered. That thing has been inside my daughter?! It was massive. It would barely fit in her hand much less fit in her mouth. Suddenly, Bill grabbed her by her hair, and said to her, his eyes flashing, "Remember: Your body for your daughter's pussy for one week." Ella nodded in despair. But even that wasn't enough. "Say it." He commanded. "My body for my daughter's pussy. For a week. And you will leave us alone." She whispered. Bill smiled. Ella lowered her head and began by taking his head into her mouth. She was out of practice, but all she needed to was a little encouragement. She started bobbing her head down, but could only take about a third of him in her mouth. She used her hands to work the shaft and balls. She couldn't help but notice something off. Taking the Thompson Women Ch. 02 "C'mon Ella, you can do better than that!" Bill laughed, as he ran his hands through her hair, "Your daughter does better that!" he laughed mockingly. Ella nearly gagged. Coming up for air, she gasped "Something's wrong. Something tastes like.." "Like pussy?" Bill asked, Ella looked up in surprise, "That would be your daughter! I fucked her during the lunch period at school today." He laughed at the look of horror and revulsion on her face when she noticed the lipstick stains near the base of his cock. They were the same shade as the brand she and Mya had bought on their last shopping trip together. In one thing, he was honest: Mya can deep throat him. "You sick fuck..." she whispered. He took her by the hair again. "You better suck my cock, slut, or I'll fuck Mya till she pops you out a little half breed grandbaby. How would like that Ella? Everyone you know knowing your daughter's a slut for a white boy? If your serious about me ending it with your daughter you better start trying harder." Spurred by this, she started again, harder. Faster. Like she wanted the nightmare to end. Bill watched as she sucked her daughter's pussy of his cock. He closed his eyes as he felt that feeling of warmth coarse through him, of pleasure, of power. He let out a low growl, as Ella did her best to please him. He had never been harder in his entire life. Ella's eyes were wide with anguish as she tried to make sense of what was happening to her. Mya. Mya. I'm doing this for my daughter! She tried to focus on that. Not the smirking boy in front of her. But she could hardly escape the fact that her body was aroused by the experience of being subdued, of being at the whim of this young man. Her nipples were hard and she could feel how her juices as they flowed down her legs. She could only hope that if she could make him cum now, she wouldn't have to take that monster inside of her just yet. She felt him begin to tense up. "Faster, bitch," he snapped. Ella tried to move faster, but Bill gripped her by the hair and forced her head to move faster and faster as she yelped in pain. He gritted his teeth into a twisted smile as he came in her mouth. Ella knew what to expect, but had not expected it to come so fast or so much. She swallowed as much of his semen as she could. Gulping down his seed as quickly as she could, it soon became too much and she choked, spilling his cum all over her pantsuit. Her face and mouth was covered in semen. Her suit permanently ruined beyond salvage. She was breathing hard to catch her breath on the floor. And then he laughed at her. She flushed at this, and looked away when he took a picture of her face with his phone. God only know where that will end up, she thought. She had little energy to fight. She got up, assuming her ordeal was over today. "Are we done, here?" she demanded defiantly. "Strip, slut." Was his command. Ella's heart sank. He would have his way then. She was going to have sex with another man. Silent, humiliated beyond belief, she got up and undressed, wiping the cum off her face, and stripped down to her bra and panties. She stood there, arms at her sides, wait for whatever came next. "And the rest. I wanna see those fucking tits, Ella." She undid her bra and slid off her panties. In spite of herself, her pussy was burning up. She kept her eyes on the floor. "Come here," he commanded. She stepped forward till she was only a few inches away from him. He was still leaning back on the couch as he took his first look at his new slave. She still had a lot of fight in her, in fact, he was certain she hated him right now, but he was going to fuck the hate right out of her. He felt a certain sense of triumph seeing the silent tears stream down her face as her pussy juices fermented the air. Despite having two kids, Ella was in excellent shape. She had started working out to get her hourglass figure back to make herself more attractive to her husband. Then it became about working off her sexual frustration and tension in her marriage. What resulted was a killer body. Her double DD breasts stood proud on a slender but curvy figure with a flat stomach and long tone legs. Her pussy hair was longer than she would normally keep it at, but then again, she thought, ironically, I wasn't expecting to be fucked today. "I want this shaved by tomorrow," he said, running his hand through her bush and brush just lightly against her clit, which sent involuntary shivers through her body. She hoped he hadn't noticed her reaction, but of course he had. "Yes, Bill." She said in a low voice. He shook his head, "No. I own you now, Ella. Call me by my title." "Yes," she cringed internally, "Master." She shivered as he worked the folds of her lips with his fingers. He found her clit easily. He chuckled, "That's what I love about black sluts," he said, rising to his feet. He seemed to tower over Ella, who still maintained eye contact with the floor. Her tears running through her makeup. He stripped off his t-shirt, and kicked off his shoes. It was time for Ella to get a taste of what her daughter craved. "Especially stuck up rich ones like you Ella," he continued, "You act high and mighty, but deep down," he grabbed her by the jaw hard, it hurt her. He used his other hand to pull her to him. She could feel him pressed against her. He wanted to see her eyes, filled with hate. He wanted to see them when he broke her and she cried out for his cock. "your nothing but fucking spoiled whore." "Fuck you," she spit, letting out a sob. "I'm not one of your little high school bitches. I'm doing this for my daughter, and then I never want to see you again!" He smirked and pulled her in for a kiss. She resisted and turned her head. Once again, he turned her to face him. He kissed her mouth and pulled her to the couch. She followed, willingly, hoping it would all be over soon. She soon discovered otherwise. Despite her hate for him, Ella couldn't help but admire Bill's physique. Years of training and conditioning had turned his body into one solid piece of muscle, and Ella felt herself running her hands over his sculpted frame. He was on top of her on the couch. Ella refused to let this begin without resistance. "Is this what gets you off white boy? Forcing yourself on women because you're too much of a cunt to-" She never got a chance to finish. He lined up his cock to her pussy and entered her, feeling the sweet warmth of her pussy juices coating his cock. She gasped as he entered her, and immediately began panting and groaning as her body attempted to accommodate his size in her womb. "No," he snarled as he mauled her tits and suckled on her breasts. He planted a kiss on her lips. She was transfixed by what had entered her. "This is what gets me off." He rolled his hips forward, and felt her cry out in pain. "Ella, listen to me," he pulled out a little, and she gasped, and pushed back in when she cried out in pain and pleasure. Mostly pain. "I'm going to cum inside you, and your going to love it." Out, gasp. In, shriek. "You think that Asian girl in the parking lot could take all of me?" Out, Gasp. In, groan. "After I fucked her, she wasn't in school for a week." Out, gasp. In, moan. "But her pussy was nothing compared to yours. I love your sweet black married pussy." Out, moan. In, moan. Out, moan In, moan "look at you slut, your taking more of me than your daughter did!" Ella climaxed when she heard this. This can't be happening, she thought. I love my husband I love my husband. I love my husband. He chuckled at the look of shame on her face as she realized she had cum on my cock. And he went on, picking up speed as he went. "You like white cock now, Ella? Your almost taking all of me now," he laughed. I love my husband I love my husband. I love my husband. "Mmmpphh Nnnahh! AHH MMhmmm! St- stop, your hurting AHHHH!!" she shrieked as he felt her pussy contract again on his cock again. I love my husband I love my husband. I love my husband. "Your husband must have a tiny dick," He said, switching to long strokes. "Your panting like a bitch in heat. Admit it, Ella, you need to kind of fucking only I can give you, slut." "Oh... Oh... Oh... Ummm Fu- fuck!" she cried. I love my husband I love my husband. I love my husband. All awhile he kept thrusting into her. She took all of him now. Ella passed out after awhile. But she soon recovered, the whole time Bill enjoyed her body, taunting her, breaking her down. "Your daughter begged for it. Now I know where she gets it from- her whore mother. You love this don't you Ella. Don't you? I love my husband I love my husband. I love my husband.--"Yes Yes," Ella cried, "I love it, please don't don't stop... Ahh!! I'm cumming again you bastard. MmmmASTER!! FFFFUUCCK!!" "I'm gonna fill you up, Ella. Your body is mine now." "MMph, mmph, oh god," she whimpered, as she let go. All loyalty was gone now. All she could do was hold on for the ride. Her hair was soaked with sweat. Her juices coated his cock and spilled all over the leather couch. Bill was close now. He fucked her like a machine, the sounds of flesh meeting flesh as Ella cried out in agony, in pain, in pleasure. He grabbed her face, and looked into her eyes, and said, "I'm cumming Ella, I'm gonna fill you up. Your all mine now. Your all mine." He shot his load into her womb, and in spite of everything, she felt her pussy milking his cock for every drop. Breathing heavily, she found herself running her hands through his hair, as he gently kissed her heaving breasts. She initially resisted him when he kissed her mouth, but only for a moment, and she moaned quietly as their tongues danced in her mouth. She tasted the sweat of their bodies as they had mashed together; her eyes closed. He withdrew from inside of her, causing Ella to sigh out loud. He dressed silently. Ella remained reclined on the couch; her eyes closed one arm resting on her forehead her curly hair splayed everywhere, while the other hand rested on her lower stomach. Her breathing had slowed, her breasts rising slowly rising and falling. Her legs remained slightly spread, and his cum spilled from her exposed cunt onto the couch she had bought with her husband. Ella must have dosed off, because when she opened her eyes, he was gone. ***** Ella awoke, and coming to her senses, was immediately overcome by a sense of shame and humiliation at what had transpired. What compounded these feelings was the immense pleasure still coursing through her body. She had willingly been unfaithful to her husband, and more so, in spite of the circumstances and her desires, she had enjoyed it. Her whole body reeked of sex. Physically, she felt pummeled. Slowly, gingerly, she made her way upstairs. A great effort would have to be made to conceal what happened. Ella washed herself clean in the shower. She had never been with anyone in her life, including her husband who was so dominant with her. He had fucked her so hard that when he was inside her, she was worried her was going to tear her apart. Fucking Bill reminded her of her first time, the pain of that experience came rush back into her mind as he thrust deeper and deeper into her. He had come inside her, she realized, with horror. His seed was still seeping out of her sore pussy and swirling in her stomach. She felt raw and after the shower, would discover bruises all over her body. She dressed in just a large t-shirt, moving barefoot across the living room as she worked to try and destroy all evidence of the encounter. She cleaned up her scattered clothes; the pantsuit was beyond saving and was deposited in the trashed in a sealed garbage bag. She worked to clean away the mess on the couch, wiping away the mixture of sweat, cum, and her pussy juices, all awhile the experience repeated over and over again. She was on her knees again where she had previously had her mouth fucked, her throat was terribly sore, and each time she swallowed, the stinging sensation reminded her of it. She felt beaten, exhausted, and just wanted to sleep. She needed to sleep; Mya would be home soon. To her horror, she knew she wanted more. She stood up and looked at the couch. It looked clean. She thought it was good enough. The lemon scented cleaner seemed to mask the musky stench that seemed to hang over the room. She went back upstairs satisfied, and collapsed on her bed and drifted off to sleep until Mya announced she was home. Ella remained mostly silent that evening, picking at her food. Her husband was home that night, arriving unannounced when they were finishing dinner. There was no need to make anything, he told her- he'd already eaten. "So have I," she replied, bitterly. The three of them sat in silence in the living room, where Ella had begun her descent. Ella was busy reliving what had transpired just hours before, and rubbed her legs together at the thought of him thrusting into her. She could endure it again, she thought. She would endure it again. The idea filled her with a sort of anticipation mixed with fear that tied her stomach into a knot. She didn't want to lose her family, but she knew it was the only way she could free Mya from this boy. She glanced at her husband, who was scrolling through his phone on the same spot where Bill had taken her, dominated her. It was clear she would have to do this herself. Her husband was completely oblivious. Here he was, she thought, his wife and daughter fucked raw by a teenage white boy, and he didn't even know. It incensed her. He was supposed to protect them! He was supposed to be there for his family! And all he could do was come and go, eat and sleep- he couldn't even get it up. She had received more attention from her daughter's boyfriend than her own husband! She would have to endure, she thought, for her family. Her body was still sore when she crawled into bed that night. She had worn a hoodie the whole night to hide all the hickeys and bruises on her arms, thighs, breasts, and throat. The sharp pain in her throat and between her legs had dulled to a persistent ache, but one that left a severe empty feeling. She made sure to be in bed before her husband, using the dark to shield her body. It wouldn't do for him to see the bruises and lover's bites all over her tits. Her fears were all for naught. Her husband climbed into bed, and shut off the lights. He made one clumsy grasp at her breast, which Bill had tended to earlier. She whispered just barely audible, "I'm tired. I want to go to sleep." And that was only the start. Taking the Thompson Women She tried to regain her footing. "So... What's that?" She asked; pointing to a bag I brought with me. "A surprise." I replied. "For me?" she asked hopefully. I nodded, and walked up to her bedroom. There was no talk of studying. I sat down on the bed, and handed her the bag. Curious, she opened it, and inside, she found a light blue swimsuit. "This is beautiful!" She gasped. "Its for you." I said, smiling. "Thank you!" she said, and she gave me a hug and a kiss, she was already unconsciously forgetting her boyfriend. "I want you to try it on." I said. "Oh.. Okay, I'll be right back." She said. I grabbed her by the arm, gently, but firmly. "No no," I said, chuckling, "Put it on here." This was the moment of truth. She looked at me and said, with almost no hesitation. "Alright..." I sat back down on the bed, and watched as she slipped off her shirt, revealing a sexy white lace bra beneath. Her shorts then came off, revealing a matching pair of panties. I could tell they were already wet in anticipation. She watched me carefully, as she slowly removed her bra, revealing her breasts once again. They were perfect. Young, supple, with no hint of sag. Large nipples hardened in the cool room. She reached down, and slowly took off her panties, exposing to my eyes for the first time her sex. She must have known this was coming, for she had trimmed her bush in anticipation into a small square. She sighed as I took her in. "Beautiful," I said. She licked her lips and then tried on her swimsuit. It barely covered anything, leaving little to the imagination. As she looked herself over in the mirror, I wrapped my arms behind her and said, "I want you to wear this on your trip. I want this to remind you of today whenever you wear it." She sighed and turned, opening her mouth to me. I easily untied her suit, and she sank to her knees. "I want to see it," she whispered. I unbuckled my pants, and gave her the first good look at my instrument. I was certain I was going to make her sing with it. Her eyes widened, and she tried to take it into her hand, she was overcome by the size. "They weren't lying," she murmured. "Suck it." I said. She did her best. She clearly didn't have much experience with giving head because she could only get a third of me in her mouth before gagging. But she kept at it, and soon, she developed a bobbing rhythm, as she looked up to me for look of approval. "Yeah.. Mya... You like my cock?" I asked. She could only get half of me in. But she was a good little cocksucker. When I felt my load coming on, I pulled her to her feet, and led her over to the bed. Her knees were weak and she stumbled. She tried a final futile attempt to end it there. It was almost an afterthought. "I have a—ahh! Ummm... We can't!! Ahh..." she protested. I was sucking on her tits now. Her beautiful sucklent breasts, and her hardening nipples, which he sucked and nibbled at will as her hands gripped the bedspread, looking desperately for a way to avoid cheating. I lined my cock up with her vagina. She looked like an angel. "Oh Bill I can't- I thrust into her tight black pussy. She felt incredible. So tight. She screamed as I entered her. "Oh god!! Bill, oh fuck!!" She cried. I didn't fit her yet. She was gonna need time before so could take all of me. I worked myself into her, gently rolling my hips. I would need to loosen her up. "Ow, Bill its too big! OH Fuck!" she cried out in pain. I gleefully picked up the pace. She whimpered as I fucked her ever so slowly. Her pussy cried out for attention. And I was given it to her nice a hard. "Does it feel like this when your boyfriend fucks you? I snapped. Because I'm willing to bet it don't." Don't- ahh Ahh AHHH FUCK!!" She cried out as her first orgasm washed over her. I did not relent one inch. "You love this shit don't you Mya, fucking your friend's boyfriend. You like white dick don't you? "Please-" "I'm gonna fill up your pussy Mya. I've got a big load for you. I'm gonna fuck you till you cry for it. Your gonna fuckin beg for me to cum in your tight black cunt, you little slut. "I'm not a slut! Don't cum inside me! I don't want to get pregnant!" she begged. She couldn't resist. She could only hold on for the ride. "It's just dirty talk, baby, I'm not gonna cum inside you." I assured her as I nibbled her earlobe. Mya visibly relaxed. I switched to long strokes. Pulling almost all the way out and then entering her as far as I could before she shrieked from a mixture of pain and pleasure. "You like white dick baby? "uHHH fuck!" "You like it when daddy fucks you?" She didn't know why, but she started getting into it. Something in her, some dark side of her subconscious kicked in. "Oh yeah daddy! Cum in my pussy. Make me cum you bastard. Fuck me with your white cock. Cum Inside me!! "You like daddy's dick!" She second orgasm washed over her. "OHHHHHHHH!MMMMPH!! Yes daddy!" She was panting like a bitch in heat. I could feel my load coming. "You want my cum baby?!" "Cum in my black pussy daddy! Make me pregnant! Cum for MEEEEEEEE!!" We climaxed together at the same time. We lay their gasping for breath. "I'm sorry baby," I lied, "I just got caught up in the moment." "It's okay, she said, smiling, as she held him close. She felt his cock softening inside of her. "I guess we both did." She got up, wincing as she went and looked at my cock. She couldn't believe the size of it, and felt a perverse sense of pride that she had been able to handle it. She felt so empty without him inside her. It slowly dawned on her that she had let him cum inside her. She didn't want to get pregnant. God, what would her parents say if they found out she was carrying a white boy's child? "Hey!" I called, she snapped back to reality. I was sitting at the edge of the bed, and pointed to his cock. "Come clean me off Mya." "Yes." She said, dutifully sinking to her knees before him. "Yes what?" She paused for only a second, "Yes daddy." My god, she thought, looking at the monster. It can't be getting hard again. Not so soon. But it was. She took me in her hand. "You like daddy's dick baby?" I asked. "Yes daddy." She said submissively. "We're gonna have another tutoring session tomorrow, Mya." I said. "Yes daddy." ***** Fucking Mya was a treat. Her whole body seemed to exist for my pleasure. As the school year began, she walked the hallways of the school like the canary who swallowed the cat. She thoroughly enjoyed time with Chelsea, who was always throwing her relationship with Bill in everyone's faces. The fact that Mya was her friend made betraying her 'friend' all erotic. Each day seemed like a haze, waiting each day for me to come over and fuck her. But she still refused to let me come over when her parents were home. She was terrified of what her father would say. I decided it was time to drive a wedge between her and her dad. Make her love her new daddy. I never used condoms. Ever. Each time, I filled her up, or came in her mouth. She ate my semen like a cat eating cream. She was my little cat now. My little black pussy. Ella didn't know about our relationship. To her, I was just some dumb jock her daughter was keeping eligible for sports. She had no idea I had invaded her home. Mya told me all about how parents didn't approve of interracial relationships. Her father had threatened to disown her if he ever found out she dated outside of her race. She told me this after I took her from behind. How little they knew about their sweet little girl. I never saw the old man. He was businessman of some kind, and was always at work. I got the sense that Ella and her daughters basically neglected. Ella, in turn, was always out of the house, working in the community, or at the school. Being the perfect mother. A month or so after I first took Mya to bed, I set about exploring the house. It was massive. A dozen different rooms, big tv, big sound system, insane kitchen, six bedrooms, three bathrooms, and a pool and hot tub outside. Mya was showering after one of our sessions. She had shaved away her pubic hair, making it nice and smooth for me. I busied myself by going through her parent's room. Her mother had a collection of vibrators, her husband some boner pills, which I pocketed. I moved on to her dad's office. Sure enough, stashed behind a picture was about six hundred dollars in cash. I chuckled, and made my move. That night, I made sure her dad got a good look at me leaving the house, when he finally pulled in that night. He glared at me as I pulled out of the driveway, and I knew I just had to wait. A few hours later, I got the text. I hate my parents. Why? My dad saw you leave and freaked out. Really? How come? He wanted to know if we were seeing each other. And I told him no. He launched into this whole thing, about white men and black women. And then he accused you of stealing from him. What?? Yeah. He said some money he had went missing. I kept saying you would never do anything like that and he tore the house apart looking at it. My mom had it all along and now they're arguing about it. I can hear them through the walls. I'm sorry Mya. Maybe your father is just stressed? Its not his fault. No. It is his fault. He's racist. There is no reason why he should talk about you like that. He had no right. Can I c u tonight? Yes daddy. That night, Mya snuck out of her house for the first time. She felt a thrill coursing through her body as she got into my car parked down the block. She felt so embarrassed about her father and what he said about me. She wasn't thinking about the future. She wasn't thinking about anything except me. As far as she knew, all was right in the world.