When The Groomer is Groomed Pt. 01

All characters come from my perverted imagination and are adults.

This is a tale about a young man who rose from a life of loneliness and near poverty to become a star, a whore for Black cock. This is his story.

I sit in my luxurious apartment in a large city which will go unnamed. I wait for my cell phone to chime hoping my sponsor will have a date for me. I am his call-boi.

I was born to an unwed mother who would have preferred a daughter. Instead, she got me and named me Sandy.

Wishing I was more like Sandy Kofax, in reality I was more like Sandy Duncan. Of narrow shoulders, slim waist, wide hips, and what the boys in school always called a ghetto booty, I was hardly masculine through no fault of my own. To make matters worse, I am red headed with the accompanying spray of freckles across my upper cheeks and button nose. Combined with plump lips, I was relentlessly teased by the bigger stronger boys who called me Ginger because of the color of my hair.

Ostracized or bullied, school life was miserable. I dropped out of high school at the earliest convenience and took on a series of menial jobs. Near destitute and with little hope for my future, I was ripe for the picking I guess you'd say.

When I turned 21, I was reconsidering my decision to drop out of high school years earlier. From one meaningless low paying job to another, my life was miserable.

One late afternoon after I finished stocking groceries at a local IGA and was walking back to my rat trap apartment, I ran into an old classmate from high school I vaguely knew before dropping out.

"Sandy, is that you?"

I sighed. "Yes Phillip, it's me."

It had been 6, no 7 years since I'd last seen him. Even as my future loomed bleak, I made it my business to try to leave my past behind me.

We chatted for a few minutes and when he asked, I told him of the many dead-end jobs I'd had. "Dude, I have a job that's much easier. You can come to work in my barber shop. You'll be an independent contractor only renting space in the back."

"Paying rent where I live is hard enough," I told him almost closing the door to opportunity.

"Look man, I have always felt guilty about how we treated you years ago. I want to make it up to you. This could be good for you. I am willing to keep the room rent low and won't ask for payment until you have an established clientele. I promise."

He had my interest. "So what do I do?"

"Well, some of my customers like their bodies to be hairless. I'm too busy to provide waxing service. Now before you say no, waxing is easy. Just apply it, wait until it sets up, and rip it off. Out comes the hairs and a happy customer pays and probably tips you."

While I was mulling it over, envisioning chests, legs, and arms, Phillip brought me into reality. "So what's the big deal? Seeing naked men having their pubs waxed might not be your taste but the money potential is strong, Sandy."

"What kind of money are we talking about?" I asked my old acquaintance.

"First, a bikini wax will last 3 to 4 weeks and cost between $30 and $50. A Brazilian wax lasts between 3 and 6 weeks and the going price is anywhere from $50 to $100."

That sounded too good to be true. I asked Phillip the difference between the two types of waxing and he explained. I must have looked like he was nuts. "Yeah, I know, I know, you might have to move a cock to the side or up. Big deal. You'll be wearing plastic or latex gloves anyway."

"Yeah, I don't know," I told him. I mean touching cocks for a living?

"You'd pass up $100 a day or more for moving a cock back and forth for a few minutes? Are you rich or something?" It was a rhetorical question because he started to walk off.

In a nano second, I made up my mind. running after him, I told him I'd like to try it out to see of he was right about the money.

Two days later I'm sitting on a stool behind a curtain listening to the clippers Phillip is using to cut hair. My outfit was jeans, sneakers, a wife beater T-shirt and a white apron that tied behind my neck and went down below my waist. On the stand beside the leather waxing table were the necessary items one needed to open a waxing salon. A wax warmer, post wax care products, and my plastic gloves.

When my first customer came in I confessed that he was my first and if he had any suggestions that would make this as pleasant experience as possible, I would gladly take them under consideration.

"He smiled as he disrobed. "You have a deal Ginger."

"Ginger?" I questioned. I wondered if he was another from my past.

"Yep. the red hair," he said by way of explanation.

I thought about it while he made himself ready. "Ginger it is, sir"

I suffered through the indignity of see him pull his legs up with his knees spread. "Do my ass first Ginger," he stated like he knew what I was supposed to do.

I applied the warm softened wax on his anus and the hair on his buttocks. He held his position until it was time for me to rip the wax off.

I hesitated and he assured me. "It's okay Ginger baby. It's gonna hurt me more than it will hurt you."

I took hold of the edge of the wax, closed my eyes, turned my face away, and pulled.

"Oh Christ," He cursed through gritted teeth. Then he smiled. "It's okay, Ginger. I expected it to hurt."

He felt around and was satisfied. Now it was time for me to do his pubic area.

At some point he noticed I was having a bit of shyness about touching his privates. He took my wrist and stopped me. "Listen Ginger, you've done great so far. Don't be shy, sweetheart. It won't bite you."

I trusted him. I mean I knew his cock wouldn't bite. I trusted him that it was okay for me to handle it. Very gingerly, no pun intended, I picked up his cock and moved it to the side, holding it there while I applied the wax. Then I continued to hold it waiting for the wax to set.

Another teeth gritting, "Good Christ," came from my customer.

I repeated the process feeling much better about going about moving his cock this way and that until finally the session was over.

"How much do I owe you baby?"

Since Phillip left the price up to me and I didn't want to price myself out of the competition, I had given him a Brazilian waxing so I went middle of the road. "$65.00, sir. Is that okay?"

"Okay? No. It's better than okay." He peeled off four $20.00 bills. "Keep the change Ginger."

"Thank you sir," I smiled letting the baby and sweetheart stuff go without complaint.

"No. Thank you. I'll be back and will be sure to tell the guys at the gym about you."

I was excited to show Phillip how much I made but he was chatting with a customer as he trimmed his hair.

In a matter of two weeks I was making mad money. When my new customers asked my name, I told them Ginger. It had, after all, brought me good fortune.

After a month I had a sign made up to go into the shops window. "Ginger's Waxing Salon," it read. I placed it in the barber shop window. Phillip who just shrugged, needed no explanation of the name of the salon. I was paying him 15% of what I made before tips, and he was happy. Money for nothing and my tips for free I giggled to myself. My future was looking up.

I got used to handling big cocks which, after a while started to arouse me a little. Funny. Although I never had sex with a girl, or anyone for that matter, I never thought myself as gay. Though a little troubling, thinking about those big cocks always seemed to arouse me.

My attire changed to suit the atmosphere. I wore loose-leg shorts and different colored wife-beater T-shirts. It was warm back in that room.

I had a few women come in for waxing. Mostly bikini waxes and though I'd seen my first live pussies, they held no real interest for me. I considered myself professional and acted accordingly.

My first Black customer was a handsome gentleman named Darius. Being my first, I was curious about his cock. Are they really that big, you know.

He wanted a full body waxing. "First things first baby doll," he said smoothly. He pulled his legs back and open. I waxed his fine Black ass as he encouraged me to get it smooth. "My girls like to kiss this Black ass, baby," he grinned.

"I'm sure they do Darius," I smiled.

"Nice cock," I complimented my customer as I hefted the thick shaft noticing he was uncircumcised.

He gave me a look as though he was sizing me up. I kept it pleasant throughout the session and even applied the post-waxing ointment lavishly. I liked Darius' body to be truthful.

By then even Phillip was calling me Ginger. As long as the money rolled in, I was happy being Ginger. I even flirted with my male customers; those who I knew best.

5 weeks after Darius first came in. he was back. "I need you to take another look, Ginger," he smiled.

He pulled his trousers and underwear off and lay on his back with legs spread.

Check it out down there, One of my bitches complained about stubble."

When Darius saw me reaching for my gloves, he stopped me. "Baby, you need bare hands to check this out. Fuck the gloves."

Our eyes met and I felt a jolt go through me. Something told me to not be afraid of this handsome man.

My white hand circled his thick warm cock. I felt up and down the shaft. My other hand reached for his balls. Where is the stubble, Darius?" I whispered. "All I feel is a nice Black cock."

I felt Darius reach for my thigh. When I attempted to move aside he stopped me. "It's okay Ginger girl. I won't hurt you if you don't hurt me," he whispered most seductively. "Go on, now girl, get me hard."

I was unable to resist. I gently stroked his growing cock until he reached full 7" of beautiful manhood. "Mmm, yeah baby. Just like that,"

"Darius, I have never done anything like this before," I croaked never taking my eyes away from his beautiful manhood.

"I can see you like my cock, baby," he said as he pushed his hand under my shorts to cup my bottom.

"Darius," I whispered hoarsely. "What are you doing to me?"

"Nothing you don't want sweet baby. You can always tell me to stop."

I didn't tell him to stop. Nor did I stop masturbating him. I found it most fascinating to see the purple head collared then uncollared by his foreskin.

"You like that Black cock, don't you girl?"

I did like it. But I couldn't say it. I had handled many cocks by then. Some were large, some not so large. But I was more than attracted to Darius' Black cock. I found it irresistible.

"Tell your daddy baby, come on now girl. Don't be shy. Darius can see it in your pretty eyes."

I couldn't say it. I just couldn't. But I showed him. As if it was an out of body experience, I saw myself leaning forward to kiss the dark purple head tasting his seepage.

"That's what your daddy wanted baby. Wrap your sweet lips around my cock and show me how much you like it."

I opened wide and did as I was told. Darius was easy to take orders from. So manly, so confident, so smooth he was. I didn't even complain when I felt him pulling my shorts and underpants down. I moaned when I felt him stroking my hard little penis.

"Yes, baby girl, Fuck daddy's hand with your little clit," he encouraged me.

"Mmmm," I moaned around a mouthful of Black cock just before I came on the floor. "Oh God daddy," I groaned and spasmed.

"That's my good girl, baby doll. Cum for your daddy."

I jerked and spasmed several times before nearly slumping. Darius reminded me that I had unfinished business. "Suck my cock girl. Make your man cum for you."

I took my time exploring my first cock. I moved so I could suckle his balls and lick my way up his shaft while our eyes met. My man had a look of satisfaction on his handsome face. Like the cat who caught a mouse. I moved where he positioned me and sucked his cock for several more minutes until his hand was on the back of my neck.

"I'm cumming baby. Swallow all of your daddy's cum like a good cock sucker, girl."

I almost choked when his thick sperm exploded out of his cock into my throat. Our eyes were locked on her other's as I swallowed and his cock jerked. I swallowed again and again as his cock kept jerking, spewing thick tangy sperm for me.

Darius soon relaxed while I nursed on his member not wanting this moment to end. Sadly he had enough. "Let me get dressed baby."

I pulled up my underpants and shorts. "Well, that was something. I don't know what but something else anyway," I said trying to gage how Darius felt.

"Baby, you're special, " he smiled and slipped me a C-note. "And sweetheart, I love it that you call me daddy."

"Daddy, this is too much," I smiled. "But thank you so much."

"There's more where that came from sweet cheeks," he chuckled and patted my bottom.

I watched him leave and missed him already. I sighed wondering what was happening to me.

"I saw you two," Phillip said coming back to my space. "You can't do that here, Ginger. Not for money unless, well, you know."

"You want me to suck you too?"

"If you want to keep your business running, you will." He smiled and dropped his pants and showed me his nice big pink cock. "Quite a difference," I thought as I knelt and sucked my second cock.

Daddy Darius became a frequent customer. Every 2 to 3 weeks I was excited to see him part the curtain entering my salon. Sometimes he wanted waxing, sometimes not. But always without fail he gave me permission to suck his big Black cock.

To be sure I struggled with my sudden conversion to cock sucker. But that aside, daddy Darius and I had become more than client and proprietor. When he suggested I drop my shorts and underpants when he arrived, I did not refuse him.

I loved how gentle he was when he masturbated me while I worshipped his cock and balls. Symbiotic? Maybe. Pleasurable? Yes, very much so for the both of us.

But his next visit was different. He wanted his waxing but he also wanted to teach me a new trick.

Instead of laying on his back with his legs pulled back, daddy positioned himself on his knees. Directing me to get close to his fine Black ass, he instructed me to reach beneath him and stroke his cock.

This placed my face very close to his beautiful round ass. I stroked his cock, enjoying this new intimacy between us when daddy told me to do what I felt like doing. "Go on, girl. you know what we both want," his rich baritone voice resonated in me.

I had seen his sexy ass many times before and always it held a secret attraction for me. But daddy sensed my perverted desire. He knew me as well if not more than I knew myself.

I heard myself whimper just before my tongue parted the crack of his nice round bottom. I licked up and down finally settling on his tight anus. Pushing my face deep in his ass, licking and doing my best to fuck him with my tongue, I heard my daddy moaning in pleasure. "That's my sexy girl," he groaned. "Go on and beat off while you eat your daddy's ass."

I needed no further instructions. Thankful to be included in this sexy moment, I took my dick in two fingers and my thumb and jerked quickly. As per usual, I achieved my orgasm quickly. It was my turn to moan. With my face firmly between daddy ass cheeks, I moaned my grateful orgasm and blew my wad against my waxing table.

When daddy sensed my blissful orgasm had passed, he flipped over and pulled my face to his rigid Black cock.

He ran his fingers through my hair as he told me how I knew how to eat a Black man's ass. "It's sometimes called tossing his salad, baby girl. Either way, you didn't surprise me. I knew you wanted to do that for me."

"Mmm hmm," I hummed in agreement, his cock between my lips.

I alternated between licking and kissing his balls and sucking his beautiful cock until daddy Darius fed me another thick, zesty load of his precious sperm.

We dressed in silence, but I understood that my relationship with daddy Darius had become more than casual. To be honest, he was the first person who treated me so kindly. Phillip gave me the space to earn money but daddy gave me more than that.

Daddy Darius gave me a feeling of self-worth. I had value to him. My confidence in myself and my future grew to where I felt like I would more than just get by, more than merely survive. I felt like I would be able to flourish.

Daddy took me in his strong arms for the first time. I didn't fight it. I honestly welcomed it. He was showing me that I meant more to him than him just getting his nut as he calls it.

Brushing my hair out of my eyes, he titled my face so that our eyes met. His warm smile made my heart flutter. "Baby, I've been thinking about you a lot lately."

"I've thought of you too, daddy," I whispered wrapping my arms around his waist and placing my face against his broad chest.

"I know you have baby girl. Listen Ginger, I want you to be the best and have the best. I want that for you, sweet girl."

I hugged him hearing his wishes for me.

Kissing my forehead, daddy broke our embrace. Handing me the usual $100 bill, he told me to join him at a place called The Limit. "It's down a couple blocks and make a right on MLK Boulevard. It will be in the middle of the block. Can't miss it."

I didn't know The Limit bar. I did, however, know that it was in the Black section of town. "Daddy, I'm afraid someone will pick on me."

"Just meet me there," he said unconcerned as he walked out.

Like a schoolgirl crush or something, I was driven by forces unknown to me. Dressed in my spa clothes; athletic T-shirt and shorts, sans my apron, I met my handsome Black daddy in the bar called The Limit. I was an oddity on MLK Blvd., but no one bothered me.

Daddy was sitting at the bar with a couple of well-dressed handsome Black men. "There's my Ginger now," he announced. "Come here baby," he motioned for me to stand beside him.

I wasn't surprised at all when he slid his hand around my waist. "Told you how sexy she is. Now you just saw how obedient my new girl is."

I shivered feeling his hand move to my bottom. He held me possessively while finishing his conversation with his friends. "Now how about me and you talk privately, baby?"

Daddy guided me to a table in the back. "Give me your hand, Ginger," he smiled.

Daddy held my hand and told me how sexy I was. "Baby, I could help you make a lot of money."

My greed was instantly interested. "Tell me how, daddy."

"I can send you men who would like the same treatment you gave me today."

Not fully understanding, I asked daddy of he meant checking for stubble on those he sent me.

Daddy got a chuckle out of my question. Squeezing my hand, "No baby doll. I'd send horny Black men to let you suck their cocks."

I tried to pull my hand away, shocked that daddy wanted to pimp me out. He squeezed my hand hard, not letting me get away. "Listen to me baby. You have a talent. That sweet mouth of yours can make you loads of money. And that fine ass. Let me tell you something Ginger, if you allow me to sponsor you, we'll both make money and lots of it."

I sat quietly, listening as daddy spelled out what he felt my future would be. So confident in his idea, so smooth in his delivery, I found myself drawn into his charismatic rap.

"Trust your daddy, girl. Once we have your client list of repeat customers established, you'll be able to leave that barber shop and entertain in an upscale apartment or go on dates with men who will treat you like that lady you were born to be."

Though daddy's plan sounded exciting, I had reservations. "You keep calling me girl. You know I have a cock, daddy. Those men won't want to be with another man," I said looking for a loophole through which I could counter his plans.

Daddy had a good laugh at what I just said. "Oh girl, you don't have a cock. That little thing you have between your legs, darling, that little pink nubbin is no cock. As for you being a man? Have you ever looked closely at yourself? You have the shape and face of a very pretty woman, Ginger."

I knew I wasn't manly in my appearance, but I never thought myself pretty. "Really?" I asked for some reason. "You think I'm pretty?"

"Do you trust me, Ginger?"

It was me who squeezed his hand this time. "More than anyone I ever met, daddy," I told him with all sincerity.

"Good. Now let's try a little test. This will prove that besides me, other men find you pretty and sexy too."

"Um, okay, I guess," I said with some trepidation.

"Trust your daddy, baby."

"Okay."

"Go to the men's room. I want you to take your shorts off and your panties. Pull your t-shirt down. It's long enough to reach mid thigh. Then come back to me."

I giggled. "Daddy you've seen my underpants before. I don't wear panties."

"That's not the point," he growled. "No go and do what I tell you."

I saw something flash across daddy's face. Something dangerous. "Yes daddy," I said meekly and went to the men's room to do as I was told.

I was nervous, afraid I'd get arrested if a cop saw me. But I pulled my shorts and underpants off. Making sure my t-shirt was pulled down to my thighs, I took a deep breath and went back to daddy Darius.

"Put that shit on your chair," he ordered meaning my shorts and underpants.

Once again, I did as I was told. But the gruff way daddy was speaking to me made me feel something unfamiliar. My dick began to get stiff and I didn't know why.

"Now Ginger, this may be difficult for you but be a big girl and do exactly what daddy wants you to do."

"Yes daddy,"

"My friends, the ones I was with when you came in. Go to them. Go stand between them. Place your hand on both men's thighs close to their cocks. Smile at each man and ask if there's something you could do for them. Understand?"

"Yes daddy, but...."

"No buts, Ginger. Go on. Now."

I could feel the cool AC on my bottom and knew a portion was poking out from under my shirt.

Stepping between the two handsome Black men, they stopped talking to each other. "May, I do anything for you two handsome men?" I asked smiling at both while rubbing their thighs very close to their cocks.

The man on my right quickly took my hand and brought it to his cock. Using his other hand, he traced my lips. "I think you know what you can do for me, beautiful," he smiled.

I can't say this was an ah ha moment but knowing that this handsome man wanted to stick his cock in my mouth as I stood close to him nearly naked was a turning point for me. I was hooked you might say. I felt sexy. Sexy and desired and I knew then that I would always want that feeling.

He put me at ease, and I squeezed his cock in gratitude. "If daddy Darius tells me to, I will rock your world you big handsome man," I said in my best sexy voice while squeezing his growing cock.

"What about me sugar?" The man behind me placed his hand on my bare bottom. "Will your daddy let me fuck your fat pussy?"

That startled me. "I'm a virgin, sir. I'll suck your cock and toss your salad," remembering what daddy called eating ass. "And rock your world too."

"My last white boy gave up her fat pussy, baby whenever I wanted it. She loved my cock in her pussy."

It hit me, they knew I was a guy. Knowing they knew what I am excited me even more than I already was. I reached for his cock. "Oooh, I can see why she liked her pussy fucked with this," I teased. "You, sir have a very big cock."

He quickly raised my shirt showing my raging boner and bare bottom.

Just when I was would have sucked both Black men right then, right there, daddy interrupted me. "Okay fellas, that's enough. I was testing Ginger. Tell her. Do you two think she's pretty?"

"Damned skippy," the one whose cock I grabbed first stated. "Hell man, she's prettier than any punk we had in prison," the other man told daddy.

"Told you baby girl," daddy told me. "But this one is mine, aren't you baby?"

"Yes daddy," I smiled at my two new admirers. "I belong to daddy Darius."

"This one ain't gonna wash your drawers. And she ain't free," daddy grinned, slapped them five, and pulled me back to our table.

Once seated, he had me standing beside him. He had a welcomed hand on my bottom as he assured me those men found me pretty. "This is how it's going to work, baby. I'm going to send men to you. You'll service their cocks with your mouth only. This pussy belongs to me first," he said with a spank. "After we get you settled in your new high-rise apartment they can pay to fuck this white boy pussy."

"But daddy, I want you. I don't want to be a whore. Please daddy."

Ignoring me, daddy continued to explain how it would work. "The men I send you will pay me first. They'll give you a slip of paper signed by me. Take that slip from them. Then, welcome them like the good girl you are and making them comfortable. Remove your shorts but keep your panties on. Give each customer a nice blow job. If you see two of my initials, that means they paid to have you eat that ass along with getting their cocks sucked."

When I complained again about not wanting to be a prostitute, daddy gave me a hard spank. The same dangerous look crossed his face briefly. "Baby, this isn't about what you want. It's about what your daddy wants for you. Your daddy knows what's best for his Ginger."

That brief look made me cave. "Okay, daddy. You know what's best for me," I surrendered.

"There's my good girl," he said pleased with me again.

"Use that $100 I gave you today to buy yourself some pretty panties to wear for your callers. The Black men I send your way will know you're a sissy, but they won't want to see your little pink nub."

"One more thing. Tomorrow morning you're gonna be visited by one of my real girls, Keisha. She's going to check to see if you did as I told you and are wearing panties. She's going to put a little makeup on your pretty face. Not much. Jus something that says, "fuck my face'. Real men like the slutty look on their whores baby."

Daddy told me to leave. Just as I was about to walk out he stopped me. "You better put something on that pussy or you'll be fucked before you get off the block," he said to the laughter of those in the bar.

I ran home with tears streaming down my face. Daddy was going to use me as his whore and all I wanted was to be his alone.

Even as I hurried to Walmart to buy panties, I debated whether or not to become daddy's whore. He did tell me I'd make a lot of money, I remembered. He said I'd be living in an upscale high-rise apartment too.

And I did like the feeling of being desired. I smiled inwardly. "Daddy Darius knew me so well," I thought.

In the morning I wore my loose jogging shorts over a pretty floral printed nylon panty and my usual t-shirt.

I went to my salon without speaking to Phillip. I was afraid I'd start bawling if I spoke to anyone I was that nervous. I was sitting on my table sobbing when Keisha came in.

"You Ginger?" she asked.

I could only nod.

"This your first time turning tricks?"

"And I'm scared," I wailed pathetically.

She had no sympathy for my predicament. "Show me your panties."

I pulled down my shorts and saw her smile for the first time. "Black men love fucking you white boys. You're gonna make Darius a lot of money, sweet cheeks."

When Keisha left, she told me to leave my shorts off. Darius wants you ready. Says he gonna book you lots of cocks today." I glanced in the mirror at the blue eye shadow Keisha applied. It did give me a different, sort of sexy look.

Keisha was right. Not ten minutes after she left, one of the men daddy had me approach pushed the curtain aside. With a big grin on his handsome face, he handed me a slip of paper with daddy's signature on it.

"Show me that pussy, baby," he said as he removed his trousers.

Something clicked when I felt him feeling me up his cock pressed against my back. He wanted me. He paid to have me give him pleasure. At that moment, I no longer feared whoring for daddy Darius. Not only could I be his whore. I wanted to whore for my daddy.

He never told me his name. Nor did he wish to lay on the table while I used my mouth to drain his big Black balls. He mentioned how he like having a white boy faggot on her knees when she sucks his cock.

Just like daddy's cock, my client's cock was Black, long, and thick. I held his balls while using my mouth to explore the veins, the deep dark head, and foreskin of my first customer.

"That's a good bitch. Lick my balls faggot."

I did my best to look up at him as I sucked and jacked his marvelous cock. Taking my mouth off of it, I rubbed his cock over my face. "Is this how you like your white boys, sir?" I teased before plunging my face on his Black cock.

"Yeah, you sweet little faggot. Suck a Black man's cock like the whore you are," he growled. He held my head and began a serious fucking of my face.

It wasn't long after he took hold of my head that he groaned and his cock exploded and a torrent of thick musky sperm for me. I swallowed like a good whore until he was satisfied.

I kissed his cock and before I stood up, I looked up at my visitor, "Thank you, sir," I smiled sweetly.

"You are a fine bitch, baby," he complimented me. "You know how to please a Black man."

He dressed and left. If I thought I would have time to consider what I'd done, I was mistaken. Not 5 minutes later, another client visited.

By lunch time I had serviced 6 Black men. My tummy was so full of sperm I felt ill. Sticking a finger in my throat, I gagged and made room for more of the same.

By the time it was closing time, I had sucked another 5 cocks. Daddy showed up to gather me. "Baby girl, he said holding my bottom, "You made your daddy proud today."

It was telling that he didn't ask how I felt or how I was after my first day as his whore. Daddy just expected me to do what he said without excuse or complaint. And I made him proud of me by doing just that.

Daddy had me leave my shorts at the salon and told me that it would be good advertising letting as many Black men see my pussy in my pretty panties as he escorted me into The Limit bar.

Daddy had me sit in a table in the back and wait for him as he joined his friends to talk man talk as he told me.

I sat for a couple hours waiting for whatever daddy had planned. He'd come over to me once in a while to check on how I was doing. I asked if I could have drink or beer. "My white boy whores are not allowed to have alcohol, baby. That shit makes you faggots crazy.

Instead, he had me suck on a blunt as he called his marijuana cigarette and ask the bar tender for a glass of water.

My head was spinning from the grass as I sat and saw Keisha and a couple other sexy ladies enter and join daddy. Every now and then, Keisha and her cohorts would glance over at me.

Finally daddy brought them over to meet me. "These bitches are mine, Ginger. Just like you, my girls are stars. I put these bitches on the street. But not you. you will work out of my place until I can get you into your own place."

He sent his whores out to work and ushered me into his Cadillac and drove me to his place. "Shower up, bitch," he told me.

When I finished my shower, I went to daddy with a towel wrapped around my body. He was naked on the bed, smoking a joint while waiting for me. "Come here Ginger," he said patting the bed beside him.

I dropped my towel and crawled onto the bed and lay beside my man. I couldn't help myself. I ran my hand over his tight Black body, rising to kiss his dark nipples. Licking and kissing my way down his stomach, I hefted his soft cock and brought it to my lips.

"Yeah, baby, daddy Darius sighed. "Once you white boys taste a Black cock, you can't get enough."

"Daddy," I smiled kissing the head of his cock. "I want to be your prison bitch."

Daddy was no fool. He knew I was asking him to fuck me. If I was going to be a whore for Black cocks, I needed my daddy to complete my training.

Daddy smiled at me. "You are going to be a star, bitch. My star."

With that, daddy reached for my pussy and thus began my de-flowering.

Part 2 coming soon. I hope you enjoyed it. your comments are important to me as are your many emails. Thank you so much.