Yvonne
I walk back into the living room and pull the headphones off my daughter’s head.
‘Fuck off mum I was listening to that!’
Since Dwayne left I’ve put up with many insults from the mongrel child he left me to rear, but this is too serious. ‘You listen to me Pauline, we have a massive fucking problem. Your dad has fucked us over and stopped paying the bloody car instalments. And they’ve sent someone round to take our Nissan LEAF.’
‘No fucking way, daddy would never do that!’
‘It’s true, you’ve got to believe me. If they take our car we’re totally fucked. You won’t get no education and will end up homeless and on the game for sure.’
‘Daddy would never do that to me! I know he’s fucking your sister now, but that’s your problem. He’d never do nothing to hurt me, like letting some cunt take the LEAF.’
I kneel on the floor and hold Pauline’s hand. ‘I love you so much darling, but you need to realise that daddy is not a perfect man. He’s fucked your nana, both my sisters and he’s a hopeless heroin addict. Even the doctors said you was born hooked on skag which is why you got the brain slowness and maybe also the blindness?’
‘Fucking hell Yvonne, I cant believe how selfish you are laying this on me! I’ve got a severe headache and my stomach’s in agony. It must be that curry you made me eat last night, it’s fucking poisoned me.’
This is the last straw and I grab Pauline by the hair and pull it back. ‘Do not fuck with me. I have given up everything to look after you. I even turned down that job as a PA to that posh accountant in Billericay. Don’t that mean nothing?’
‘Fucking hell mum, don’t lay that guilt trip on me again.’
I put my hand round Pauline’s throat and squeeze as hard as I can. ‘Hear this you stupid little bastard, we cannot lose the car. It’s our lifeline and I need you to help me.’
Pauline flaps at my arms, gasping, her legs thrashing and I lower my mouth to her ear.
‘There’s still a way that we can keep the car. A nice man called Washington has come to see us and he’s in the back garden. And all you need to do while I get presentable is go and make him feel welcome.’
‘Piss off, I’m fucking sick, I’ve got food poisoning or ain’t you listening. My stomach cramps are so bad I don’t think I can even walk.’
I am really close to pulling her pants down and spanking her. ‘I just need you to get in the garden and be nice to him.’
‘Right, and that’s everything.’
‘Yes. Unless he asks for some extras.’
‘Like what?’
‘You know, in case he wants to touch you. Nothing major, just your titties or ass. If he needs comforting you have to obey him. In fact you should offer yourself to him.’
‘So you think he might like me?’
‘It’s possible dear. And don’t worry because after I’ve had a quick shit and a shower, and shaved my legs, and done my hair and put on some perfume and makeup and nice knickers I’ll take over. Unless you’re enjoying it too much that is. Have we got a deal babe?’
After aiming Pauline in the direction of the back yard I go to the kitchen, open a beer and down it. I know I stink because I haven’t had a shower since Tuesday, and light a fag as I wander to the bathroom.
Pauline is right, last night’s microwave curry was two weeks after its sell by date and I sit on the toilet. Washington might want to fuck my ass and I need to be fresh. I scroll through Instagram pictures of beach holidays as I empty myself. My shit comes out in pellets that splash in the water. I wipe my ass and notice that my pussy needs shaving.
Before jumping in the shower I strip naked and smooth hair removal cream around my crotch, not forgetting the stragglers round my bumhole. Whilst the cream works its magic I wander into the bedroom and do a cheeky line of coke, just to take the edge off. The sun is so bright that I draw the curtains to create a more intimate vibe, and to keep some of the heat out.
There won’t be any hot water and I tense myself as I unfasten the shower head and turn the taps. My nipples are like bullets and I gasp as the freezing water plays against my skin. I wash off the cream and stubble until my pussy is smooth and clean. It reminds my of Pauline’s vagina when she was a little girl. When she was innocent and maybe even happy.
I’ve probably only slept with five black men, and even though I know he’s blackmailing me I’m aroused by the thought of stroking Washington’s cock, making it rock hard and coating it with my spit and juices. My husband’s penis was short and stubby. He used to masturbate when he changed Pauline’s nappy, and when she got older he regularly spied on her when she was in the bath or changing her tampons saying it didn’t matter because she couldn’t see what he was doing. I don’t think he ever touched her, but that little cock of his is an offensive weapon and I pity my sister having to tolerate it.
I haven’t done any washing for ages. Most of my knickers are coated with vaginal discharge or skid marks, but I find the lingerie that an old boss bought me and that I had to keep secret from Dwayne.
Standing in front of the mirror I suck in my tummy and examine my body. My labia is swollen and my breasts hang down almost to my navel. The coke is kicking in and my body tingles with the anticipation of a well hung, slightly overweight black man fucking me like a sex toy.
I can’t be bothered drying my hair and manage to arrange it in a bun before pulling on the pretty pink thong and underwired bra. I still have the lipstick that I bought at Christmas and apply it even though my hands are shaking, and then I spray my neck with the knock-off Agent Provocateur I got from the market. I also spray perfume on my pussy, asshole and armpits.
Ready to be ridden like Seabiscuit I stride confidently into the garden.
I have seen many wild things in my life, but the scene that greats me is a knew level of amazing. My naked daughter, rolling around on the grass, soaking wet and covered in what looks like actual fucking shit, and Washington with his pants off trying to cover his willy.
I scream ‘What the fuck!’ sounding shocked and angry, but the truth is that I’m seriously turned on.
Washington lifts his hands, trying to convince me it’s not what it seems. The cocaine and beer and vodka and nicotine courses through my veins, my loins ripe for sex. I have an awesome idea and run into the kitchen and grab my phone.
‘What kind of a man are you taking advantage of my little girl, and shitting on her! You’re no better than the boys on the estate!’ I say, filming this beautiful naked man, his soft penis dangling against his balls.
‘I don’t think that’s necessary.’
‘Oh I do. It’s called turning the fucking tables you rotten pervert.’
I’m starting to enjoy myself and move towards him, shaking the can of beer and then open it in his face. The beer sprays out, like something from a low budget Grand Prix, and he tries to grab my hands but I’m too quick and aim the froth at his eyes and then pour the dregs over his penis.
‘Stop behaving like a fucking psycho,’ says Washington, rubbing his eyes.
Pauline has crawled onto the sun lounger, in the foetus position with her back to us. There is shit streaked across her buttocks. She’s a good girl, helping warm Washington up and I decide that he will have to give her some pleasure as a reward.
Unable to control myself I take Washington’s penis in my hand and squeeze the soft meat. Most of the black men I’ve fucked had smallish cocks, but Washington’s has real promise. It is already responding and I laugh saying it’s fucking tiny, even smaller than my Dwayne’s, wanting to humiliate him.
‘You’re all fucking crazy,’ says Washington, still wiping beer from his face.
‘No, you’re the crazy one, molesting a little disabled girl,’ I say in a teasing voice.
His cock is engorged and I wank it angrily. It is close to fully erect and I realise it is almost the size of my forearm.
Standing on tip toe I kiss his neck and whisper in his ear. ‘Don’t worry, I’m still going to let you fuck me. And Pauline, if that’s what you want, but the terms have changed. Now you’re going to make the debt go away.’
‘That’s not going to happen, not on my wages.’
I sigh as I grab his balls in my fist and squeeze. ‘You are going to pay all the arrears. If you don’t I will upload my film of you and my daughter on the internet. Then I’ll send a copy to your boss and to the fucking Police saying you raped my girl. So, what’s it to be?’
‘Alright for fuck’s sake, but just stop crushing my bollocks!’
‘That’s a very wise decision. So, now we understand each other why don’t you touch my tits. I know you want to.’
Washington smiles and my pulse quickens as he puts his hands in my bra and squeezes my boobs. His beautiful eyes stare into mine as he leans closer and kisses my forehead and then his tongue is in my mouth, and I feel his sexual power. There is no point trying to resist as primal desire takes command. I taste his saliva, our lips wet, as he pushes his tongue deeper. His cock is hard against my tummy and I reach down to feel his buttocks. He tenses his ass as I push my nails into his skin and then relaxes as I part with the flesh and ease my fingers between his cleft, finding his anus. I can feel every ridge of this most intimate hole as I circle it, and then insert my index finger to the first knuckle.
He groans and stops kissing me, his eyes closed.
‘You like that?’ I whisper. Washington nods, pushing himself against my finger so it lunges deeper. ‘It’s okay baby, you ass fuck my hand you naughty boy.’
My pussy is throbbing. I want him to treat me like a whore, like his personal slave. I need him to abuse my cunt and my mouth and my ass. I want to watch him licking Pauline’s precious cunt and to cum down her throat so she can feel special for once.
I pull out my finger and sniff it seductively before putting it in my mouth and sucking it. ‘I’d like you to undress me now please. I want you to see my naked body.’
Washington smiles before kissing me tenderly, as he removes my kimono and unfastens my bra. The hot sunshine feels wonderful on my bare breasts and I cup them and play with my nipples, giggling when Washington gets to his knees and pulls my knickers down. I feel no shame or embarrassment being naked with this strong man, his presence makes me feel safe and gives me a long forgotten sense of hope.
