I never intended to share my story with anyone. I was young and naΓ―ve, but is that my only excuse? In a dark place the back of my mind; I wanted it. This is my way of letting go of the past to begin a new chapter of my life what ever that may be.
Hooking up with Indian was not what I expected. He was strong and outrageously good looking. He was also straight out of the federal pen and ready to raise hell. I had no idea what I was getting into. I had been around some, mostly looking for someone to love me. Indian sensed right away that I wanted a father figure even thought I was already 20 years old. He was ready to be the one I needed. I really thought I had found the man I could spend the rest of my life with. I was naΓ―ve enough not to know the changes that were to come.
Everything was going along nicely. We would visit friends and play poker. I would do what he asked and get every one a beer or clear the empty cans off the table. Some of his friends would bring over their girlfriends or their flavor of the day or hour. Usually four or five on one was the norm. Indian never seemed interested in any of the sluts and I knew it was because I satisfied him. Just goes to show how naΓ―ve I really was.
From the first Indian made me cream in my pants with just a touch. We had long hot sweaty sessions in bed and I could not get enough. His hot cock would fill me and I would do anything he asked me to. He had a beautiful cock. The first time he fucked my ass I was sure that I never wanted to do it again. Over and over I would lie on the bed with my ass in the air and let him fuck me. In my ass, in my cunt or my mouth I was eager to please. Other times I would suck and lick his cock for hours on end. I was his fuck slave.