Straight Male / 52
I'm telling my story with my girlfriend at my side. Denisha is a beautiful, intelligent young black girl who has been with me for over a year. The strange part is that I'm an older, balding white male who has her undying love, obedience and trust; and it's her idea.
I met Denisha while working in the city, and she was " between homes". I never expected a relationship to develop, I just wanted to help her off the streets. I had come out of the coffee shop when she asked for some change for a cup of coffee. It was cold out, and being the skeptical person I am, I told her I would bring her inside and buy her a cup of coffee, and sit with her so she wouldn't get thrown out. A large coffee and a bun opened her story up to me. She came to the city from Georgia to attend college, there was a screw up with her grades and she lost her scholarship and that meant no subsidy for her apartment. Afraid to go home, she was living in a condemned building about a block away.
Even though she was dirty, I could see her beauty and her attitude. I offered to let her shower and I would have her clothes cleaned, but she would have to call home and tell her family. She reluctantly agreed.
Back at my house, Denisha took a long hot shower, and in my bathrobe fell asleep on the couch as I went down the cellar to do her wash. When I came back up, Denisha was in the kitchen cooking. I asked why, and her answer was that she wanted to repay my kindness. After she got dressed, we sat and ate a delicious and talked. She explained that she couldn't go back home, that this had been her one chance to get away from an abusive household. I really felt bad about sending a 20 year old girl back onto the streets, so I told her she could crash on the couch, but needed to leave in the morning when I did and look for a job.
I woke at 6am to the smell of coffee, and as I walked into the kitchen Denisha asked if I needed anything. I told her I needed to go and would be home at 5, she could come back then. At about 5:15, the bell rang, and it was Denisha. She looked amazing, and she explained how she went to a department store and applied for a sales position in the cosmetics department. She had a interview set for Friday. I explained that I had a crap day at work, and just wanted to shower and relax. When I came out of the shower, I sat on the couch and Denisha started giving me a back rub. I told her she didn't have to but she said she wanted to. I tried my best to relax but her soft hands got me started, she looked me in the eyes and told me to just relax and accept what you cannot change. She knelt between my legs, unzipped me and started stroking me to life. This was not what I had envisioned when this all started. Denisha licked her hand and was rubbing my cockhead when she asked if it pleased me. I said she didn't have to do this but she asked again if it pleased me. I said yes. Soon when I was getting close to cumming, she asked where I wanted to cum. I said on her tits, so she pulled her shirt up and stared into my eyes as I shot across her chest and hit her chin. She took her shirt off and cleaned me up, then wiped her chest and asked if she could shower.
When she came out of the shower, I again said she didn't have to so that, but she said pleasing me pleased her. Since then we are involved in what many would call a Daddy / little or Dom/ Sub relationship. Denisha will obey every order, whim or fantasy I tell her. She does it without exception or complaint. She also trusts me imminently. I will never do anything to put her in harms way or belittle her. If I tell her to come to the job wearing nothing but a sundress, she does. A blowjob in the park during the day? Done. We have gone to dinner and I have asked her to flirt with the waiter, then dump him. Done.
The time we attended the job Christmas party, there were many stares and hushed comments. Denisha smiled and asked
"Daddy, can you get me another drink, I want to get frisky in the cab later" I knew half the job would be talking about that in the morning!
I never thought I would be lucky enough to be loved and adored by a beautiful girl like her. She never thought she would find herself in the arms of a middle aged white man. Denisha works 5 days a week at her job and 7 days a
week pleasing me. I tell her repeatedly how she has changed my life. She is grinning as I write this, and I'm about to tell her to sit on my face, just to hide my smile. Life is good!
I met Denisha while working in the city, and she was " between homes". I never expected a relationship to develop, I just wanted to help her off the streets. I had come out of the coffee shop when she asked for some change for a cup of coffee. It was cold out, and being the skeptical person I am, I told her I would bring her inside and buy her a cup of coffee, and sit with her so she wouldn't get thrown out. A large coffee and a bun opened her story up to me. She came to the city from Georgia to attend college, there was a screw up with her grades and she lost her scholarship and that meant no subsidy for her apartment. Afraid to go home, she was living in a condemned building about a block away.
Even though she was dirty, I could see her beauty and her attitude. I offered to let her shower and I would have her clothes cleaned, but she would have to call home and tell her family. She reluctantly agreed.
Back at my house, Denisha took a long hot shower, and in my bathrobe fell asleep on the couch as I went down the cellar to do her wash. When I came back up, Denisha was in the kitchen cooking. I asked why, and her answer was that she wanted to repay my kindness. After she got dressed, we sat and ate a delicious and talked. She explained that she couldn't go back home, that this had been her one chance to get away from an abusive household. I really felt bad about sending a 20 year old girl back onto the streets, so I told her she could crash on the couch, but needed to leave in the morning when I did and look for a job.
I woke at 6am to the smell of coffee, and as I walked into the kitchen Denisha asked if I needed anything. I told her I needed to go and would be home at 5, she could come back then. At about 5:15, the bell rang, and it was Denisha. She looked amazing, and she explained how she went to a department store and applied for a sales position in the cosmetics department. She had a interview set for Friday. I explained that I had a crap day at work, and just wanted to shower and relax. When I came out of the shower, I sat on the couch and Denisha started giving me a back rub. I told her she didn't have to but she said she wanted to. I tried my best to relax but her soft hands got me started, she looked me in the eyes and told me to just relax and accept what you cannot change. She knelt between my legs, unzipped me and started stroking me to life. This was not what I had envisioned when this all started. Denisha licked her hand and was rubbing my cockhead when she asked if it pleased me. I said she didn't have to do this but she asked again if it pleased me. I said yes. Soon when I was getting close to cumming, she asked where I wanted to cum. I said on her tits, so she pulled her shirt up and stared into my eyes as I shot across her chest and hit her chin. She took her shirt off and cleaned me up, then wiped her chest and asked if she could shower.
When she came out of the shower, I again said she didn't have to so that, but she said pleasing me pleased her. Since then we are involved in what many would call a Daddy / little or Dom/ Sub relationship. Denisha will obey every order, whim or fantasy I tell her. She does it without exception or complaint. She also trusts me imminently. I will never do anything to put her in harms way or belittle her. If I tell her to come to the job wearing nothing but a sundress, she does. A blowjob in the park during the day? Done. We have gone to dinner and I have asked her to flirt with the waiter, then dump him. Done.
The time we attended the job Christmas party, there were many stares and hushed comments. Denisha smiled and asked
"Daddy, can you get me another drink, I want to get frisky in the cab later" I knew half the job would be talking about that in the morning!
I never thought I would be lucky enough to be loved and adored by a beautiful girl like her. She never thought she would find herself in the arms of a middle aged white man. Denisha works 5 days a week at her job and 7 days a
week pleasing me. I tell her repeatedly how she has changed my life. She is grinning as I write this, and I'm about to tell her to sit on my face, just to hide my smile. Life is good!
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