"I'm here."

Sydney's text flashes across my screen as I finish shaving and put on some cologne.

I look in the mirror and take a deep breath, knowing that I've craved this for so fuċkɨnġ long...

There's no turning back now.

"Come in, darlin."

I text back as I slide on some grey sweats and no t-shirt, then grab my bag from the closet and head to the door.

"Boom. Boom. Boom."

The sound of her fist banging against the door fills the house.

I set my bag down beside the couch and open the door, my mouth dropping at the sight before me.

She's wearing a navy blue tank top which leaves nothing to the imagination, the tightest pair of spandex shorts I've ever seen and a pair of navy blue 5" stiletto heels.

To top it all off she has on dark blue lipstick and she has navy blue acrylics.

I practically snarl as my eyes run up and down her body.

"What?"

She says with an attitude as she pushes past me and heads for the couch.

My eyes stay glued to her ȧss.

"Goddamnit that shit looks so good."

I think to myself as I close the door and lock it.

"For someone who doesn't like me, you sure did get dressed up just to talk with me."

I say as I follow beside her and sit on the other side of the couch, leaving a cushion between us.

"Don't feel special, I have a date after this."

I start to laugh as I pull our a blunt that's already rolled.

"My shits better and we both know it."

I say as I light it and take a couple hits before passing it.

"So, what'd you wanna talk about?"

I ask and lean back, letting the high hit me.

She just sits there and hits the blunt, before biting her lip and looking off.

"Honestly, I just wanted to tell you that I had a date, so I could piss you off.

But, you seem unaffected like usual."

She says with a laugh as she hits the blunt again and passes it.

"Jesus darlin, that's just a little bit vindictive, don't ya think?"

I say with a laugh as I hit the blunt again and pass it.

"Yeah, you're right."

She says with a laugh as she starts to look at the bulge in my sweats.

"Is that more of your stash or are you just happy to see me?"

She asks with a smile as she goes to ash and accidentally rubs my bulge.

"Where's she at?"

She asks and cuts her eyes.

"You'll just have to find out for yourself, but you really shouldn't flatter yourself.

I say with a wink as I groan and flex my aching ċȯċk.

"Also, she's busy with school shit."

I say as I watch her and smile.

"Oh is that right, it's just my nails?"

She's asks with a smirk as she sets the blunt down.

"Jesus River, it's kinda hot in here."

She says with a laugh as she adjusts her tɨts so they're practically sticking out, before placing her nails on top and holding them.

"That's so much better."

She smiles and bites her lip.

I mumble under my breath as I adjust my ċȯċk.

"Sydney, you sure you wanna do this?

I'm not fuċkɨnġ holding back once I start."

I snarl as my ċȯċk throbs and a spot of pre-cum appears on my sweats.

"Daddy, I've never been more sure about anything in my life."

She says as she climbs on my ŀȧp and starts to pull her tank top off.

Shoving her tɨts in my face as she grinds against my throbbing ċȯċk.

"Father please forgive me, because I'm about to fuċkɨnġ destroy her."

I snarl to myself as I reach up and start biting her nɨppŀės, flexing my ċȯċk so it rubs against her cracker ċunt.

"Fuck me daddy, give me every inch of that bbc."

She whimpers as she grinds harder and reaches down, stroking every inch of my manhood.

"God daddy, there's so much pre-cum."

She mȯȧns as she pulls her hand out and starts suċkɨnġ the pre-cum off her nails.

"It tastes so good, daddy...

Give me fuċkɨnġ more."

She says in a primal tone as she drops to her knees and yanks my sweats down.

Greedily suċkɨnġ my ċȯċk down her throat as she grips my balls, milking them for every drop of my pre-cum.

"FUCKKKKKK!!"

I mȯȧn as I run my hands through her hair and let her suck my soul out through my ċȯċk.

She's working my ċȯċk like a pro, suċkɨnġ every inch down her throat as her tongue licks all around it.

She never stops gripping my balls as she looks into my eyes, practically begging me to dump a load down her throat.

"GODDAMNIT!!"

I roar as I stand up and lay her hear back against the couch, pinning her head there so I can fuċk her pretty face.

"You are my goddamn Slut and I'm gonna fuċkɨnġ ruin you."

I snarl as I bottom out in her throat and let my balls cover her nose, so she can't breathe at all around my ċȯċk.

Sydney lays there and takes every inch of his nigger ċȯċk, loving the feeling of it slamming down her throat.

She mȯȧns around his ċȯċk and reaches up, gripping his ȧss so she can pull him deeper.

She knows that she shouldn't, but she fuċkɨnġ loves the way he uses her.

That's why she brought up the date, she wanted for him to fuċkɨnġ ruin her.

I growl and pull my ċȯċk out of her mouth, wrapping one hand around her throat as I start smacking the fuċk out of her.

"Who's your fuċkɨnġ daddy, bitch?"

I snarl and look into her eyes.

"You're my fuċkɨnġ daddy and I'm your cracker whore, your little piece of fuċkɨnġ rȧpėmeat."

She mȯȧns through years as she starts shaking, she's been rubbing her ċŀɨt this whole time but still hasn't came.

"Daddy, may I please ċum?"

She asks through tears as she rubs harder and reaches up, stroking his ċȯċk with her pretty nails.

"Not yet you fuċkɨnġ whore."

I snarl as I lean my head back and let her stroke me, before grabbing her hair and throwing her over the back of the couch.

"Spread those fuċkɨnġ cheeks so you can ċum all over this ċȯċk."

I growl as I slap her perfect ȧss and rip the spandex off.

"Goddamnit yes daddy, fuċk me like a worthless Slut."

She mȯȧns and reaches back, spreading her ȧss and putting her perfect nails on display.

"FUCK YES."

I roar as I slide into her dripping ċunt, feeling it start to milk my ċȯċk instantly.

I grip her hɨps and do long, slow strokes as her ċunt milks me.

"Daddyyyyyy, please let me fuċkɨnġ ċum, I'm begging you."

She whimpers as her body goes limp and lays there, taking every inch of my nigger ċȯċk as her eyes roll back.

I flip her over and wrap one hand around her throat, using the other to pinch her perky nɨppŀės.

"I'm gonna look into your eyes and steal the last breath of air from your lungs as you ċum."

I snarl as I wrap both hands around her throat and fuċk deeper, letting her take every inch of my manhood.

"Goddamnit you sick fuċk, I'm about to explode."

She says as her face begins to turn purple and she rubs her ċŀɨt.

Dots starting to appear in her vision as her guts are rearranged.

"Jesus fuċkɨnġ Christ, this pussƴ is begging for me to fill it up.

It's begging to take every drop of my nigger seed."

I snarl as I squeeze harder and continue looking into her eyes, watching as she struggles to keep them open.

"D-da-daddy.."

She whimpers as she begins losing consciousness and her pussƴ explodes.

I lean down and kiss her deeply as I keep fuċkɨnġ her guts and grind against her ċŀɨt.

I can feel her last breath go into my lungs as I start to slowly pull my ċȯċk out.

She lays there unconscious, her body feeling pure ecstasy as she ċums.

She's twitching and whimpering in her sleep as the ȯrġȧsm washes over her.

I find a piece of paper and write a note, leaving it on her ċhėst as I walk upstairs....