The leather collar felt tight around my throat as Jackson pulled the chain leash connected to it. Each time he pulled on it, I found it a little more uncomfortable to breathe. The leather collar was snug on my muscular neck. I was on my hands and knees on the bed as he fucked me savagely from behind. His thick cock glided in and out of me with relative ease as his loose balls slapped against my inner thighs. The sounds of sex were all about the room as was its distinctive scent. He cursed me as usual as he yanked on the leash.
"Fucking slut!" he said with a hint of anger in his tone, though it was usually just roleplay. Then he'd ram his cock harder into my hole. I looked behind me and saw his hard body glistening in sweat and perspiration. My throat felt sore from the collar. He was straight and erect as he stood on his knees, his torso tight and his pelvis thrusting toward and then away from me with each pump of his cock.
Since our almost-tender moment a couple of months prior, Jackson had grown more aggressive and rough during our Sunday sex-capades, as I grew to call them. His wife would head off to church on Sunday and he'd drive up to my house and work out his aggression on me. It was a sort of therapy for him to feel like he was sodomizing me, I guess. I thought we were about to develop an emotional connection that Sunday morning when Jackson allowed me to snuggle up next to him.
But that wasn't to be. It seemed to have made him all the more aggressive and rough where I was concerned. Now, here we were, two months later, and I could feel the aggression. He thrust into and out of me, slapping my bare ass cheeks until they were blood red. He was loud and vocal.
"You goddamn cum whore, take Daddy's fucking dick!" he swore loudly.
I simply whimpered and let him have his way with me. Sometimes, I was angry after he left. I'd look in the mirror and see myself as simply a "fuckhole" or a "filthy whore" as he put it. Other times, I was determined to not submit and my resolve was only met with a harsher hand and a harder fuck.
On this Sunday morning, I had simply had enough. I was tired of being just a hole to fuck. I felt him tensing up and just as he was about to erupt inside my ass, I pulled away so that his cum shot from his cock and hit my inner thigh and the rest of his cum burst forth and landed on the sheets. He struggled to pull my ass to him so he could stick his cock back inside me, but I writhed and twisted so he couldn't achieve that.
"Fuck you, bitch!" he yelled, "You wasting my load!"
With my head turned away from him, I smiled. At least, I'd deprived him of that. When he turned loose of the leash in exasperation, I crawled quickly to the side of the bed, got up and stood looking at him. He remained on his knees holding his dick in his massive strong hand. He had a sudden sort of confused look on his face. I reached up with both hands and unfastened that fucking dog collar and slung it onto the carpeted floor. It landed on the plush carpet and the chain made little noise.
I looked at him and said coldly, "You know where the fucking towels are. When you're cleaned up, you know where the door is as well."
With that act of defiance, I walked out of the bedroom and down the hall into a spare bedroom and slammed the door and locked it. Sure, he was a good fuck and I loved a good, hard fuck and dirty, nasty sex. Who didn't? Still I was tired of not having some sort of emotional connection. Even with a thick dick in your ass, you can feel awfully empty.
I sat on the edge of the guest bed and tried not to cry. I felt I deserved more than what I'd allowed to happen to me. After fifteen minutes or so, there was a soft knock on the door.
"What?" I called out.
"You okay, Baby?" I heard Jackson say quietly.
What a dumb ass I thought. What did he think?
"Yeah, I'm fine!" I finally called out.
"Can I come in, please?" he asked through the still closed and locked door.
I sat there hesitating. I was truly angry and felt I should be finished with Jackson. Finally, I walked to the door, unlocked it and opened it. He stood there in his bath towel, but otherwise naked.
"What's wrong? I thought we were having fun..." he said feebly with his voice trailing off into the awkward air.
Finally, I said what was on my mind, "Look, Jackson, I'm tired of just being your fuckhole. I'd like some form of a relationship, even just a friendship. Somebody to talk to and laugh with. Someone who can be nice when we're fucking or just sitting around the living room. But no....you're rough and brutal constantly. Never a tender moment with you and honestly, I feel empty inside these days."
He looked suddenly uncomfortable and didn't seem to know what to say. Finally, he walked toward me and embraced me. Still, it was an awkward embrace. But it was more than I had known otherwise from this man. I buried my face in his strong, muscular chest. His scent and the residual smell of sex on him awakened something deep inside me again. My mouth found his left nipple and closed in around it. I licked it and sucked on it and he moaned. I suddenly and quietly cursed myself. I was giving in. I knew what was about to happen. i suddenly hated myself.
Suddenly, I felt his strong hand on my shoulder, pushing me downward to my knees. His towel fell away and his thick meaty cock swung free. I kissed his strong taut stomach muscles and lightly kissed his pelvic area.
"Suck it, Baby, put Daddy's cock in your mouth," Jackson said more humanely than usual, "that's really what you're always so hungry for."
And I did. I began deepthroating him as if I'd never stood up to him. He was soon fucking my throat and talking down to me again. As he gagged me with his thick cock, he grinned and said with growing confidence, "Suck that nigga cock, bitch. Eat Daddy's fat load."
I moaned and whimpered. It was what it was. I sucked him until my jaw was sore and finally he shot his heavy, thick load into my throat. I sucked him until he was finished. I swallowed and I was finished. There was going to be no attempt at lovemaking or even a hard fucking as far as I was concerned.
As I stood, he grabbed me and flipped me around pushed me face first onto the guest bed. He pulled me to the edge of the mattress by my ankles and spread my legs wide apart. He put all of his weight down upon me and I felt his cockhead pushing into me. I struggled and wiggled but his strength was too much for me. Suddenly, he was balls deep inside me and fucking my ass mercilessly. Despite my anger, I was actually enjoying the fucking. I always enjoyed the fucking! Still, I was determined to be vocal.
"Fuck you!....I don't belong to you!" I said loudly.
He grinned and informed me, "Yes, you do! You belong to this nigga, white boy!"
He stayed right on top of me and kept thrusting into and out of my hole. I finally said sweetly, "Oh Daddy, let me ride you!"
He pulled out and lay on his back and I climbed on top of him. I took his his thick cock into my tiny white hand and lined it up with hole. I sat down on his cock and began riding him. I stroked my own cock while I rode his. Finally, he shot another load, this time deep into my asshole. I kept stroking my own cock while I rode him. Finally, as I felt my own cum about to explode out of me, I scrambled up and shot my load right into Jackson's surprised face. I covered his mouth, chin and nose in my cum. He wasn't expecting that and tried to throw me off but I was determined to give him a load myself this time so I sat down heavily upon him.
As I finished draining my warm cum onto his face, I crawled off my lover and got out of the bed. He quickly jumped up and began wiping his face with my sheets.
"What the fuck you shooting your sissy load on my face?" he demanded.
I said nothing. Instead, I walked out into the hallway toward the master bedroom, turned and said, "When you're dressed, you know the way out."
