Hass' Girls Ch. 01
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Even in the austere clothes she had on, he happily noticed her wide hips and busty chest, and nearly drooled at the thought of claiming them as his own and breaking them in for the first time. Then one day she herself asked if she could try to serve at the counter.
She looked up at him with big wet eyes, framed by black curls that ended below her chin. The guy had been charmed by the idea and brought Doris in the next day, presenting the curvy eighteen-year-old before Hass, remarking on her beauty without the slightest idea of what he was getting her involved in.
Urban Dictionary: hass - He was in the exact same situation as she was: black, but adopted by white parents. He made such a spectacle of his weakness and the mistake he had committed, that it was Doris begging him to forget about the whole thing.
Hass gazed at the dark chocolate in front of him happily. A month had passed since Doris began to work for him, and he couldn't get enough of her. Black girls had always been his lifeblood, and Doris was one for the ages. She came from a Christian home, adopted and raised by white parents; a supposedly good student and serious award-winning swimmer. Looking at her bubbly ass swaying as she counter at the register, he could see it. Hass had known her father a long time. The guy used to come into Hass' shop as a kid all the time, always trying to beg his way into doing a chore for some sweets. So when he came in whining about how his daughter was an antisocial wreck, too shy to do hass sex, Hass suggested he let her work in the candy shop with him. After all, he was getting old and could use some help; and hass sex better way to get comfortable with people than to work as a salesman. The guy had been charmed by the idea and brought Doris in the next day, presenting the curvy eighteen-year-old before Hass, remarking on her beauty without the slightest idea of what he was getting her involved in. Even in the austere clothes she had on, he happily noticed her wide hips and busty chest, and nearly drooled at the thought of claiming them as his own and breaking them in for the first time. Virgins were always the sweetest, no matter what people said. And the darkest chocolate tasted best to Hass, always. Hell, I told your old man I don't want to put you on the spot. I was shy too when I was your age. She winced and kept looking away, but the warmth of her hand, along with its silky skin, only made Hass want her. If not, you can just sit by my side and watch. It'll just be between you and me. What her pop said was not an exaggeration in any way. It would be hard to get under her skin, but Hass wasn't worried. He had never failed, after all. The first two days Doris just sat there, almost like a doll, looking around with disinterest. She even pull out her phone or bring a book or another. Far too rude for her. But on the third day, after endless questions, Hass had gotten the hang of her, and was starting to make progress. When he broached the topic of a boyfriend he noticed that she had stiffened visibly, and he wanted to get to the bottom of the matter. It must be hard to keep a secret all by yourself. She had met a boy from France, and talked to him on a regular basis. He was in the exact same situation as she was: black, but adopted by white parents. Doris, starting to get comfortable around him, smiled back. But I couldn't tell Dad. Dad would be mad no matter what, but Mom would be mad I kept it a secret for so long. She looked up at him with big wet eyes, framed by black curls that ended below her chin. And those lips, Christ, those lips. They were halfway open now, her shadowy front teeth showing, and all he wanted was to stick his finger inside and let her suck. It seemed innocuous coming from a man more than thrice her age, but it would have a subconscious effect on her by the end. I never told anyone, and - they'd kill me. I'm starting to like you too much. Doris started telling him all about her life, and confessed to all kinds of secrets - not only of her own, but regarding her family as well. She explained how she was home alone once, looking for tampons in her mother's bedroom, when she accidentally came upon a ballgag. Sometimes he was afraid he went overboard, but in fact, Doris only started touching him back after a time, pushing him jokingly and fingering his chest to make a point. Then one day she herself asked if she could try to serve at the counter. Unsurprisingly, she did rather well; the older customers were curious who the new face was, and were thrilled with her, while the younger boys all complimented her and had a bad time flirting with a girl twice as awkward as they were. Doris beamed, raising her hands to her face. If not, the both of them could take a break. But it was clear she didn't want to let him down. Hass wished her luck and went out, then headed in hass sex of Cassidy. Cassidy was the closest thing he had ever had to friend or a relationship, and he had practically raised her into the person she had become. Well, she was a big word. Cassidy had been born as a boy, but her progressive-thinking parents decided early on it was better she get a hormonal treatment and transition early. They weren't wrong about hass sex passion for cock, at least. But they were wrong in thinking she hass sex to be girly. If anything, Cassidy was a total tomboy, though the years of treatment had done their job in giving her a completely feminine look. At first glance, she was just another pretty girl. After thirty minutes he found her in an abandoned playground where she and a hass sex of other nobodies from the neighborhood hung out. She had run away from home a long time ago, and spent her days either sleeping at Hass', or crashing in some abandoned building. She rolled her eyes upon seeing him, then jumped off the rail she was on and shuffled to him unhappily. If anything could be said about Cassidy, it was that she had an incredible pair of tits. The rest of her body was covered in small tattoos and remaining piercings. The surprisingly feminine face of what should have once been a boy was framed by short blonde hair spiked with pink. She also had a pink heart was tattooed under one eye. In fact, don't ever use that word. Where do you hass sex off anyway. You're a goddamn street rat. In any case, I need you to go and convince her to give you some money. Pretend it's a short term loan - come up with a sob story - then come back to me. Tell her you'll be back in ten minutes. His left hand went down to her crotch and he gripped the chastity cage he had her cock locked in, hard, while his right traveled up and grabbed her neck roughly. It was amusing just what a powerful effect the chastity cage he put her in had. Hass never unlocked her unless she did something truly deserving, and often went out of his way to torment her by denying her pleasure. Yet, for all her rebellious ways, for all her grim thinking and twisted imagery and metal worship, she had never made the attempt to take it off herself. He was proud of the psychological hold he had instilled in her. Her parents might've gone out of their way to make their little boy into a little girl, but Hass had taken that girl away from them and turned her into his bitch. He waited patiently till Cassidy returned, temple shining with sweat, money in hand. She passed him the cash, then lit up another smoke. I came up with some story and told her I'd be back in ten minutes. But this dumbass fell for it. As bad she was she. Every other person he could use and abandon without issue, but when it came to Cassidy he just couldn't help himself. But whenever she was truly happy, it made his heart explode. Hass sighed, shaking his head at his own weakness. When he got back to the shop, he could see the distress written plainly on Doris' face. She confessed immediately, crying all the while, shaking with fear of the consequences. Hass went over and hugged her, for the first time feeling her soft breasts pressing against his chest. Everything is going to be okay. It wasn't that much cash. It was at that point that Hass went in for a serious move. They told stories as she stood at the counter, and Hass started bullshitting her about an ex he supposedly had. As the story went into descriptions, he went up and spun her around as if for a dance, then pulled her in close. His wizened hand cupped her ass. The scared brown face was mere inches away, mouth open, warm breath washing over his face. Then he kissed her on the mouth. At length he pulled away, and looked at her horror-stricken expression. He made such a spectacle of his weakness and the mistake he had committed, that it was Doris begging him to forget about the whole thing. Yet he could see the change that overcame her. Clearly the kiss was on her mind, and she no longer looked at Hass in the same way. He was pleased to see it wasn't fear so much as apprehension. For the first time in her young life she had been treated as a woman, a prized possession, and it stuck with her. The event was brought up next day due to her boyfriend. Doris was down, and it turned out it was because she hass sex confessed to him what happened. I mean, I told him. Isn't that a sign of trust. Horrible mistake though it was, and unfair to you, I don't think I ever had a better time kissing any other girl. I'd give anything to kiss those lips again. Hass sex you were the same age. And you wanted to kiss me. But Doris kept on smiling, saying nothing. And that was when Hass knew he had her. The following two days he did nothing to touch her at all, and their conversations were kept relatively casual. He even made excuses to go out and leave her by herself for most of the day. On the third day, though. Doris came in looking her best. She wore a loose white dress with a strawberry print, and her lips were done all red and glossy. Standing near her, Hass realized she even smelled like strawberries, the fragrance taking his wits away. He spent the whole day staring at her delicate brown hands work the register, gazing absentmindedly at the toned calves and little ankles that protruded from the bottom of the dress. At sundown the streets were empty, and a few dying hass sex of light were slanting through the shop's windows. Hass watched Doris count up the register, then slid behind her. She froze as soon as he touched her. His pale fingers traced the silky dark skin of her arms down to her hands, and he held them. He squeezed her hands and drew them to her stomach, pushing harder into her from behind. The big soft ass was pushing into his cock. Hass could hear her swallowing. He started to kiss her neck hotly, wrapping his arm around her completely. Doris softened in his embrace, her legs growing weak, her breathing come out sharper and sharper, till at last he heard her moan. Hass had won, He dragged his left hand up over her body, letting it pass over her stomach and breasts, then gently tilted her head towards him. Her black eyes were locked on him, gaping, scared, but wanting, her mouth open and wet. Doris was the one to kiss him, turning around to place her arms around him, her tongue swirling awkwardly against his. Hass moved his hands down to her hips, and began to lift her dress. Then he grabbed her ass and kissed her even deeper. His white hands cupped her black booty lovingly, then slowly, began to push into it, at first massaging it, then kneading it with passion, which only made her muffled moans sound all he louder. What would her parents be thinking if they saw their little girl making out with a man old enough to be her grandpa. What would her black boyfriend think when he heard that a white man had claimed his black girlfriend first. Hass could not care less. She tasted sweet, and her body was so soft. Send private anonymous feedback to the author click here to post a public comment instead. Title your feedback: Your feedback to : If you would like a response, enter your hass sex address in this box: Please type in hass sex security code You may also. 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Looking at her bubbly ass swaying as she counter at the register, he could see it. Clearly the kiss was on her mind, and she no longer looked at Hass in the same way. Hell, I told your old man I don't want to put you on the spot. Doris was the one to kiss him, turning around to place her arms around him, her tongue swirling awkwardly against his. And you were the same age. She even pull out her phone or bring a book or another.
