Trent came home that Friday, and Zoe was grateful. He actually hugged and kissed her. It was so unusual. She was in heaven. There was a moment of trepidation when he said, “Give me some coke.”
“I’m all out, baby. I’m sorry. I love you so much, Trent.”
“I’ll call the dude.”
“I don’t have any money, baby. The rent was due, cable, electricity… It’ll be okay. We can cuddle and watch TV, and make love.”
Zoe smiled, revealing her dimples, and bit her lip. She was scared, but hopeful. To her surprise and delight, he held her head and kissed her hard. Her heart fluttered. It was so unlike him. Maybe he was really changing? At that moment, she didn’t want coke, or even a drink. She wanted to be loved and cherished. And it was happening. Zoe hadn’t been this happy since they’d met.
She grabbed his cock through his jeans as he kissed her, unhooking her bra with her other hand. He took her cue. Trent pulled her shirt up, exposing her bra – black, like everything she wore – and Zoe gasped. Her pussy was instantly wet. He pulled her bra up and her pendulous breasts fell, gigantic for her tiny frame.
“Baby…” she said, and he kissed her again.
His large hands found her hard nipples, and he started pinching them hard between his thumb and forefinger. Her eyes watered, and she gasped between kisses, biting his lip, her tongue fluttering in and out of his mouth. It hurt, but she could easily endure any amount of pain inflicted out of love. Zoe was in ecstasy. Trent pulled her nipples out and upward, stretching her tits to the limit, shaking them roughly, one after the other.
“That hurts, daddy…”
She really didn’t care though, and she liked that he didn’t care either. She needed a strong hand. A champion and protector to tell her what to do and keep her in line. A nasty daddy that loved her more than anything. Without warning, he released her nipple, letting her breast fall, and slapped it hard enough to make her wince, drawing fresh tears. They were tears of joy as much as they were from the pain.
“Do it, daddy! Beat my big little girl tits!”
He obliged her, holding both of her tiny hands behind her back with one of his own. She knew she’d be sore in the morning. Zoe bruised easily. He beat them both with open handed slaps across them, then switched hands and repeated the process from the other side. She cried, and he pressed his mouth against hers to silence her.
Eventually, the pain was too much, as was her excitement. She wrenched her hands free and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She dropped to her knees on the tiled floor and took his semi-erect cock deeply into her mouth. Zoe moaned. Her tongue flicked against his cockhead, circling it, licking the ridges, pushing her tongue against his glans. She sucked as hard as she could.
Her pussy was dripping. Being taken by the man she loved was so much better than the rough anonymous sex she was growing accustomed to. She wanted to marry him. To be his wife, his slave. To stay home and wait patiently each day for his imminent arrival. Zoe cupped and fondled his balls, stroking his shaft until he was almost hard. With her free hand, she worked her black yoga pants and panties down to her ankles, and slipped them off. It was exactly what she had dreamed of as long as she could remember. To be forcefully taken by a man who loved her more than all the world and would never leave her.
For Zoe, it was the happiest she’d ever been.
He was almost hard, for the first time in months. She knew what to do. She stood and pulled his pants down, then pushed him onto the couch facing away from her, mad with passion, aglow with love.
“Make it hard,” she told him. “Fuck me, daddy.”
She plunged her tongue into his asshole. It was the dirtiest one she’d ever had, especially since she wasn’t drunk, and her tongue wasn’t numb from cocaine. But she didn’t care. She reached around him and jerking his cock as she fucked his ass with her tongue – a wildwoman, at this point. Possessed by a demon called Love. She rubbed her lips up and down across it, then swirled her tongue around it until it was clean. His cock was about as hard as it ever got now. Zoe slapped his ass hard, heedless of any possible reprisal for her actions.
“Bad boy…” she told him. “Fuck me, daddy.”
She hopped up on the couch beside him, and spread her legs wide, exposing her delicate, perfectly shaped pussy. Zoe began rubbing her clit with one hand, and pulling on her nipples with the other. She would do anything to excite him. She had so much love to give to the right man. And Trent was the one. She just knew it. Things would be different from now on. She was sure. She would give him her all. No more cheating. She’d cut down on her drinking, quit doing coke. She’d cook, and clean, and…
She lost herself to the fantasy.
When Trent touched her pussy, she almost came instantly. He never ate it, ever, but this was good. Close enough. He rubbed her with his oversized hand. Trent was a foot and a half taller than her, and ten years older, either of which was enough alone to drive her crazy. But it was the affection he now showed her, the deep love that felt for him, that inflamed her passion. He put three fingers in her, which was one two many, ordinarily. She didn’t care. Zoe would delight in the pain, if that’s what made him happy.
“Fuck me, daddy! Please!”
But when she reached for his cock she felt that it’d already gone soft again. Instantly, she blamed herself. She was too fat. Not pretty enough. Too aggressive. A slut. Some way or another, not good enough.
“I’m sorry, babe,” he said.
Zoe opened her eyes.
“Do you love me, daddy?”
“Then it’s okay, my love. Kiss me…”
He did, but his passion was clearly fading.
“Do you love me?” he asked her.
“Of course, silly! So fucking much!”
“I want to watch somebody fuck you.”
Her brow wrinkled, momentarily. A new wrinkle.
“Yes. Very much.”
“Is it okay?”
Her face became serene.
“Anything you want, daddy. Always. I’ll do anything you want me to.”
“Are you going to be a good little slut?”
“A nasty little fucking whore?”
“Oh yes, daddy!”
“Daddy’s little piece of shit?”
These words, which had been used to hurt her in the past, had become badges of honor in her mind now.
“Daddy’s little piece of shit! A nasty fucking whore cunt! The dirtiest slut in the world… Who, daddy?”
“Don’t worry about who.”
“Yes, daddy. Whatever you say.”
To her surprise, Trent got up and got dressed. But she didn’t say anything, just sat smiling and waiting for whatever he was doing. Had she not been blinded by love, she might have realized what was happening.
Trent went outside, where a friend was waiting.
“She’s ready. Seventy-five.”
“Fuck. What the fuck? You said fifty.”
“She’s really hot to fuck.”
“I guess. Here’s sixty. I’ll get you the rest later.”
Poor little Zoe had no idea she was being pimped.