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This story is a work of fiction, all characters are a figment of my overactive imagination. This story involves interracial, Bdsm, Older/young, Ddlg sexual content. If any of this offends you, please find another story.
Copyright 2019 by tcs1963
My Submissive Angel
This is the story of how I met the most amazing submissive little girl I’ve ever known. The true love of my life.
I happened upon her by accident one day. While cutting my lawn, I saw her stomping angrily by my house, going towards her home from school. An eighteen-year-old sexy young girl hurrying past me as I cut the lawn. The most beautiful young lady I have ever had the pleasure of meeting.
That is how I got the chance to train Ada, into the proper little subby for me her new Daddy. Furthermore, she learned to love every minute of it.
She was African/American beauty with the darkest skin, so dark it shined like onyx. She looked almost as if her skin was made of black satin. With her emerald green eyes and long dark hair, pulled into ponytails on either side of her head. Making her look so much younger than her eighteen years of life.
She was small in stature, maybe one hundred pounds, and very short. Her head came up to my chest. If I had to guess I’d say maybe about five foot two, or maybe three. Tiny is the word I would use to describe her.
Me, I’m totally the opposite of my angel. Older forty-something, Divorced Caucasian male. Slight Budweiser beer belly, long blonde hair with blue eyes. I’m six foot and two hundred and twenty pounds. I tower over her small frame.
My name is Tom and I was raised by my dad who swore by the words, “The races aren’t supposed to be mixed”.
Don’t get me wrong, Dad wasn’t racist in the least, he never preached hate. But he believed there were too many differences in our races to ever support a mixed relationship. I believed him to be a Separatist after I understood that word.
I eventually learned that Ada was different, she changed my whole thought process. She was so friendly and open to me, despite our differences. She taught me how we could be different and still want some of the same things. She truly opened my eyes to acceptance.
But that first day while I watched her walking along my fence line. Ada dropped her book bag, and her papers and books scattered about the sidewalk. She knelt just in front of my gate in front of my residency.
I walked up and I noticed her face showing signs of crying, the moisture making her mascara run. Quickly shutting the lawnmower down, I walked over and knelt down to help her.
Kneeling down next to her and helping to corral the blowing sheets of paper. She looked at me just as I noticed her legs spread and the crotch of her panties in full view. Embarrassed, I turned back to the ground, but I think I caught her smiling.
The sight of the white cotton gusset straining to contain her puffy dark chocolate pussy lips immediately caused a reaction in my pants. I couldn’t contain myself from smiling as my tongue licked my lips.
As I stole glimpses of her modesty I realized she was using my thigh to steady herself. I also realized her fingers were massaging close to where my cock was straining down the leg of my jeans. It was electric, the chemistry between us.
As we finished picking up her school work, I grasped her arm and helped her to her feet. Ada continued staring at the bulge in my jeans. It was almost like an invitation to me, to get better acquainted with her.
So, I invited her in through the gate and up to sit on my porch swing to talk about what had upset her. Sitting down next to me, she leaned in dropping her face against my chest as the tears started flowing more freely.