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Love it and can't stop!
I am addicted to abuse! I am a junior in college and until recently I never missed class and my grades were excellent. Not so much now. I frequently miss class and my grades are barely passing.
A few months ago I started hanging out with a black guy from class. His name is Michael and he lives with his dad very close to campus. So close we started going there in between classes to smoke pot. His dad was really cool and even joined us.
One day we were there alone and Michael kissed me. Well things got hot and we had **. It was great! Everything I had heard about black guys and big ** was true. I couldn't wait to do it again. The next time was a little different though. Michael was very aggressive, ** me rough, slapping my **, pulling my hair. He was very verbal, calling me a white **, white **. The rough ** continued and became the normal routine. Occasionally he would push things pretty far, making it hurt and even leaving some marks.
Then one day it happened. We were smoking some pot and Michael's dad was in the next room watching TV. Michael stood up and took his pants off. He sat back down and "ordered" me to ** his **. I said "no way your dad's right there". Michael gave me a serious look and i did as I was told. I admit it was pretty hot knowing we could get caught any second. After a few minutes Michael pulled me off his **. He stood up and led me into his bedroom. He ordered me to strip and said "now I am going to show you how to treat a white **". I expected another rough **, but I never dreamed this would happen. As I stripped naked Michael got in the closet and pulled out a piece of rope. It was about three feet long and had several knots tied in it. I thought it was some ** ** thing. Michael ordered me to turn around. When I did I felt the first strike of the rope across my **! I screamed in pain! I tried to turn toward him but Michael grabbed me and threw me face down on the bed. He had one hand in the middle of my back holding me down as he beat my ** and thighs with the rope. I was crying and screaming when he finally stopped. Michael began rubbing my ** as he described how red and bruised it was. He spread my ** cheeks and spit in my **. He climbed on top of me and started shoving his ** in my **. We had tried ** before but only succeeded in getting half his ** inside me, not to mention it hurt like **! When I felt the tip of his ** inside me he grabbed two hand fulls of my hair and began thrusting, HARD! As I cried I could tell this time Michael wasn't going to quit. After several thrusts I felt his ** slap my ** and I knew he had all nine inches in me. He pulled my head back, bent down and whispered "your my white ** now". He raied back up and began plowing my **, ** me harder than ever! It hurt but at the same time I remember thinking that I had NEVER been ** like that. He ** me like an animal! When he finished and rolled off me I just laid there. We didn't say anything. I finally got up and dressed. My legs and ** hurt so bad I could barely put on my jeans.
GOD, the next day my legs and ** were black and blue! I had to hide the bruises for a week until they began to fade and I wasn't so sore. I avoided Michael during this time. I was so confused, even with the pain and bruises, part of me liked it!
I found myself knocking on his door one afternoon. Michael answered and just looked at me with a smile. When I walked into the room I just started jabbering and not making any sense. Then I heard a laugh from the next room. It was Michael's father, he yelled "I knew the ** would be back, she liked it". I was mortified, his father knew what happened!
Michael just looked at me. I guess he knew he pretty much owned me and I would do anything he wanted. And then he proved it. I was wearing a short skirt. Michael pulled it up and ripped my ** off with one pull. He pushed me over the arm of the couch and kicked my ankles wide apart. He made a comment about the fading bruises as he shoved his ** in my **. As Michael ** me his father walked through the room. I couldn't believe I was doing this. Michael was ** me as his father walked by like it was nothing. I was being treated like I was nothing more than a hole to **.
I was completely humiliated!!
I have done anything and everything Michael orders me to do. My body is constantly covered in bruises I have to hide from my parents. Michael has taken pictures and video of me. Now he wants me to get a tattoo above my ** to prove his ownership of me.
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