It had been a while since I saw my landlord again, about a week or so. He had left my body sore ever since he roughed me up that night he took my virginity. My ass was especially sore, naturally. Even though it was uncomfortable going through the week like this and walking around really awkwardly, it kinda felt hot to my dirty little mind.
I was constantly reminded by my own body how Prince pinned me down and made me his, how he pumped his huge black cock deep into me and fucked me ruthlessly, stretching my boipussy to its limits and shaping it for his pleasure... It was hard to contain my excitement. I masturbated every night after the whole ordeal to the thought of him using me again. I'd fantasize at work about having his big juicy cock in my mouth, giving it kisses and getting all my saliva all over it, taking in the smell of his sweaty member as I suck his balls, all while he caresses my face and tells me I'm a good little slut.
I wasn't thinking about women at all, not even women fucking black guys. My mind was overtaken by Prince. I wanted to spend some more intimate time with him again, wanted him to take me to bed and make me do things I never thought I would, wanted him to run his huge hands along my tight little body and lay his cock on me to tease me. I never wanted anyone so bad, I honestly loved being this obsessed. It made me feel so controlled and dominated. I had pretty much forgotten this was the guy I paid rent to, I didn't even care about that now, not after the time he showed me.
The morning after he fucked me I woke up still partially on top of him with my hand on his broad chest and my leg over him. He was holding onto me real tight and close to him, with his arm wrapping around me. Again I realized the difference in our size which made me feel really safe to be in his embrace. I could feel how stretched my ass was the previous night and had a devious smile while I remembered the events that transpired. It was super gay, but I stayed in that position waiting for him to wake up. I admired how the sun lit up his wonderful black skin, how he glistened and gleamed. Prince was beautiful. It was about 20 minutes until my landlord would wake up.
As I noticed him opening his eyes I started running my fingers along his chest and nipples and said in a pleasant voice, "Good morning sir." He turned and held me even tighter, while pressing his cock onto my body asking me if I slept well. I told him I slept wonderfully in his embrace and also that he was the first person I had slept(literally) with ever. He let me go and got up from bed. I was struggling to get up because of the soreness so he grabbed onto me and helped me up.
"There you go baby," he said as he helped me get into my clothes. He guided me to the kitchen where he offered to have breakfast together. I didn't want him to go through any more trouble, so I declined the offer. He seemed surprised, but didn't ask me again. We talked a bit about the previous night, and I couldn't say much besides "I loved it." A lot of it was still a haze to me, and he seemed to understand. I wouldn't be surprised if he did that to other people too.
I remembered that I should have showered and changed clothes a really long time ago, so I told him I'd take my leave. After guiding me to my apartment and entering a few steps in, he pulled me into him again, grabbing me by the forearms and gave me another kiss. I couldn't do anything but close my eyes and enjoy his attention. When he broke away, I whispered "Mmm daddy..." while I held onto him. The last thing he told me was that he wanted to see me again.
It'd been a week. I didn't really know why I hadn't seen him since I was too nervous to go and visit him myself. He might've gone to visit someone. It was so disappointing to fantasize about him so much but not to even see him again. I didn't feel confident enough to text him either.
When I finally got home and got to start my weekend, I just gave in. I couldn't really take it anymore and brought myself to the bathroom with my toys. My ass was still a little sore but I needed to use my toy on my ass while I thought about Prince fucking me again.
It made me feel so dirty on the bathroom floor fucking myself with a toy while thinking about him, I almost could ignore the sore feeling in my ass as my toy went in and out. I was actually noticeably better and handling my toy in my ass now. It felt good, but of course nothing like what Prince showed me. Nothing I did alone could match the feeling of a real man's hard throbbing black cock stretching my insides. I ended up stroking myself too while I fucked myself, and ended up cumming that way. I guess I just have to leave the hands free cumming to daddy~.
Each day after that night I started using my toys again, I kept fucking myself. The soreness slowly went away after a bit, and I was getting very used to my dildo. It was nothing like real dick, but I wanted to make sure that I was ready for the next time I had an encounter with Prince.
I wanted to train myself for him. I even dropped money on a thong since it made me feel feminine and sexy. It all made me feel very dirty and like a deviant, but that was part of the fun. I wanted to be a slut for Prince's big black dick so badly. I even shaved my ass bear to make my pussy look cute and sexy for him.
Finally came the next weekend. I was still extremely horny, but to my surprise my phone lit up with a text from my landlord. I was so excited but also so nervous to pick it up and see what he had sent.
"Are you at home?" the message read. I replied yes.
"Great, are you busy?" he sent, to which I replied with no.
"Why? Do you want me to come over sir?" I typed out, hoping that this was a booty call.
"Actually I wanted to come over to your place."
Shit. My tiny apartment? The place was a mess, and assuming he was in the building he wouldn't take very long to be over. I didn't have any time to prepare myself. All the same, I wanted him so bad, his sexy body taking me into his arms... The idea of him dominating me in my own bed also made me jump... Fuck it, I decided, I'm just going to say yes. I was already in my thong, so I quickly took out the lube where it would be accessible and visible and texted him back that I'd love for him to come over.
A few minutes had passed and he showed up to my door in casual clothing. I waved cutely at him and said "Hi sir," and looked back down in respect. He ruffled my hair a little and pulled me in for a kiss. During the whole thing I was so enamored by him again. It was the first time I was seeing the sexy black man I had been fantasizing about in two weeks.
"Been a minute, did you miss me?" my landlord asked.
"Yes, a lot." I still struggled to find words. We sat down on my couch as we talked about our weeks and how we were doing. Prince had some sort of "business trip" somewhere or something, but said he was free for the foreseeable future. As time went on we got closer to each other and I was pretty much on top of him by the time he suggested putting on a movie on my small TV. My eyes would dart to his pants the whole conversation and he very clearly noticed.
As the movie played, he brought his hand to my thigh and started squeezing it a little. Almost like a reflex I put my hands on his thighs and started working my way towards his crotch.
"Can I sir?" I asked as my hand felt his cock beneath his pants. My body was pretty much moving on its own. I felt really feminine falling into his embrace and also embracing my own desire for him. I was hard as a rock, but Prince was still pretty soft it seemed, unphased.
"Go for it girl," Prince told me.
