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... ready for your ride now?" "Yes . . . Yes, Daddy!" I started to cry, not ashamed at all to let him see what a little pussy I was. I wanted him to see, because it seemed to make him feel good. I began the session with him thinking I would die, but by the time I was finished I felt I had died. Died and gone to heaven beneath this strong, dark lover who stretched my insides so. I was hard beneath him, my tiny knob arched upwards towards his belly, and my balls shook with each rock of his lovely, hard body. I wanted to come, but I knew I couldn't - not until I had done my duty. So I lay there beneath him, watching his muscles dance, hypnotized by the glitter of the gold chains that hunk loosely down from his neck. When he was done, I lay there in his arms, feeling the heave of his chest as he caught his breath. He reached down and started to rub me, thrilling me with the tease of his long, graceful fingers. For all the sex I had had, no one had ever brought me off. Oh! It felt so good! So fuckin' good to lay in his arms and feel the thrill of his touch. Just before I shot off I moved my head up and whispered: "Please . . . please Daddy - tell me I'm pretty again!" ** So I was his now. During the weeks since that awakening he had had me many times. It was like I was some little love project of his. I knew he still had his girls - there were times when I lay down on his rug and I could smell the perfume of the girl he had just had. I didn't care - he was so much man there was ...

... always plenty for me no matter how many whores he had on the side -- and I knew there were thrills I gave him that no girl could. No girl could be as tight as I was, no girl could make him feel as big, and as hard as he felt inside my tiny punk ass. So I knew I was special to him. He always did me in secret, and I felt good knowing he was somehow ashamed of showing tenderness and affection. I loved the looks Kyle gave me, the jealousy in his eyes as he looked back at me after his father sent him to his room. I could see the questioning on his face: what was I giving his Dad? What was so secret about me that his Dad wouldn't let him watch. I was secretive about it too. When I would get home, I'd tell my father it was Kyle that had me, making up stories to satisfy his prurient interest. ** So that was how I came to be on that couch, laying like a lover in Ken's big arms while we watch the three boys romp all over Dad. They weren't paying any attention to us - Dad was such a good cocksucker now. He kept moving from one boy to the next, sometimes trailing a string of precum from one boys cock to the other. He kept them all hard. "Damn, this fucka's goooooood!" Reed said. They were so intent on what they were doing that Ken felt free enough to reach his big, black hand over and rub my little knob. Oh, what a feeling! I felt so safe, so special. I had the biggest, blackest badass of them all, all to myself. Ken was getting ready. His thing was rock hard, excited by the combination of my ...