This is a work of fiction. It is for entertainment only, and should not be taken seriously by anyone.
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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.
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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.
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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.
