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Koing was a fucking sweetheart , he opened doors for you brought you lunch when you where sick but he knew he never could have you , that was made clear on the first day , you where Simon’s sister and he didn’t want anyone using you as a slight fuck toy .
But he had too , he saw each stare , each touch when you patched his injured that made his pants tight , each smile you gave him and god you knew he wanted you back because he was protecting you more than your own brother he wouldn’t leave your side , so when he’d got the chance he took it .
He didn’t want too hurt you , so he kept his weight off you but boy the way he hovered over you and your plump ass as he fucked into your sweet cunt , and you cried his name .
What was he doing ? Fuck , Simon would kill him but he didn’t care , buried so deep in his little sis pussy like a fucking perv , so wet and tight , he only had enough sense too not let it be heard what the two of you where up too .
“Be quiet for me “ he tried too calm you down but he wasn’t calm himself burying in fat cock in this tight little thing , “ m’sorry it feels so good “ how was he supposed too know he would take your virginity , what the fuck Koing was all he could say .
Palms pressed alongside each side of your head he sighed looking down at the sweet show below him , the ripples of your ass bouncing off his abs as he fucked that pretty cunt along the way , “ do you need me too slow down pretty?” You were a mess under him , and he loved every scene .
“No daddy just go deeper “ you sighed almost whining and fuck this couldn’t get any filthier, he didn’t dare disobey your command , leaning up he fixed your cute arch and started fucking deeper .
“S’good “ she was the sweetest virgin it took a long ride for him too be able too fuck you this way and you where still tight around him , creaming like a fucking crazy person around him .
“Yeah? You g’nna cum for me ? “ he didn’t like using any woman for sex so fucking into your little pussy he knew what he was aiming for .
“Mhmm , I’m gonna cum for you “ you where quiet a little thing but you knew everything you wanted too say now , being so open with your voice , “ Go ahead — he leaned closer into the arch of your back kissing the back of your ear and gently rubbing your soft tits — cum on daddy’s cock “ he whispered in your ear so deeply she was making a mess then and there.
“That’s it , get it out pretty girl “ he relaxed into her and fuck just as he was about to pull out , she was whining , “ Can you cum inside , I want it inside “ she was something fucking else , he didn’t care about any risk he was loosing him self from you just asking and filling you too the brim , fucking into you too keep it all in there .
He didn’t care about the next morning when he saw Simon talking too you , Koing didn’t bother since you two where siblings so when Simon caught him later and with a sudden hug he squeezed Koing and he started his sentence with “I’ll fucking kill you if you hurt her , learn how too keep her quiet I would rather not hear that shit “ Koing was left with a smile and putting his head down .
He would be an idiot if he say he didn’t see the way you two looked at eachother .
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Just a background singer, right?
You were a shy, mixed-race girl who was just a background singer, but you met a man.
I was just a shy background singer, but I was blessed with beauty. I had long curly hair, dark-tanned skin, bright green eyes ,a tall slim figure, and big plump lips. I was gorgeous. My name was Paris. I was stunning but I was so quiet. I hated interacting with others, I had social anxiety. When I was singing for Elvis, my hand would tremble, and my heart would pound against my ribcage. I hated walking onto that stage. I would feel the crowds' eyes on me and the other singers. I only did it for the money. Singing was the only thing that I was good at, so why not make money from it. I never talked to the other singers. They didn't like me, I had no idea why. I was different from them, I was quiet. They were loud. I was tall. They were short. I was half black. They were black. I was nothing like them mentally or physically. I would be the odd one out. When we walked on stage, I was always walking behind. When we sang, I was always at the back. We were all people of colour, so we all went through racism. That was the only thing that was the same between me and them.
It was the night of Elvis's show. I was in my dressing room, putting on my outfit. It was white flare jeans and a yellow flowy crop top. I also received my accessories. I had left my long curly hair down for once and placed the yellow headband on my head along with some white-diamond bracelets. All of the background quior singers had assigned outfits. We all wore the same colour but our clothing would be different. I walked out of the dressing room and into the backstage waiting area. I sat a few seats away from the rest of the singers as I patiently waited for our call on stage. My leg was shaking, and my hands were trembling.
"Why is she always so nervous, she acts like a damn child." I heard one of the singers whisper. I had always received sly comments from them, I just ignored it but deep down I felt like crying. I heard the tanoy call us on stage. I walked over to the side of the stage as I let the others walk in front of me. I walked behind. I tried not to let my nerves get the best of me as I saw the crowd stare at us. I looked over to Elvis as I walked. His eyes were on me. He was deeply examining my body. This was unusual since no one ever looked at me. They always looked at the other singers.
I tried to ignore his cold gaze as I got to my microphone, which was behind everyone else's, how I liked it. I knew what was going to happen next. Elvis made his way over to us, and he began to introduce all of the girls to the crowd. It was me next. He walked up to me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the middle of the stage. This wasn't normal. Why is he doing this. He looked me up and down with a smile on his face.
"Now introducing my favourite, Paris!" He said as he spun me around.
"Isn't she beautiful!" He said into the microphone as he smiled. I felt my face turn a shade of pink. I smiled awkwardly as he let go of my hand to walk me back to my microphone. I looked at the other singers who were so obviously jealous. They scoffed as I walked past them. The girl slightly in front of me turned around and whispered in my ear,
"Just cause ya half white doesn't mean Elvis is gonna marry your dumb ass." Her words echoed through my ears and into my head. I was always targeted by the girls, but it was getting out of hand. I was always trying to be pretty and presentable. I would cake my face in makeup just to go to the shops. She leaned forward again to speak into my ear,
"All the makeup in the world won't make ya any less ugly." She said before she smiled and returned to her microphone. I stood there as I held back my tears. My hands were trembling, my eyes were watery, and my breath was shaky. How could someone be so mean? I didn't know that Elvis was watching this whole scene play out. He was staring at the girl with fury in his eyes. When he moved his eyes toward me, his gaze softened. He just smiled before he carried on dancing and singing. Soon, the show was over, I was packing up while the rest of my group talked and gossiped. Elvis saw that I was singled out yet again. He walked over to my figure, which was bent over, picking equipment up. I felt his large hand tap my back. I stood up and turned to see who it was. I smiled when I realised that it was just Elvis. He grabbed my hand as he towered over me.
"Why are ya cleaning on your own?" He asked in a sweet voice. I hesitated to answer.
"Oh, uh, I just am." I quietly said. He turned to look over at the other girls who were talking between eachover. He looked back at me.
"I know what happens between you and them. You don't deserve that." He said as he tucked a stray curl behind my ear. I felt my cheeks heat up as I felt his touch.
"I wanna take ya out to dinner. I will treat ya way better than those bitches do." Elvis said as he pointed towards the girls. I just giggled before replying.
"I would love to Elvis." I said as my face lit up with a large grin.
"I will pick ya up at six. Is that good with you?"
"Definitely." I said with pure excitement in my voice. He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand.
"I'll see ya then, honey." He said in a flirtatious tone. I just batted my eyelashes and waved goodbye. I felt like a princess as I strutted past the other girls who were gobsmacked that Elvis had just asked me out on a date.
I was at my home getting ready to meet Elvis. I wore a white, flowy dress that barely covered my thighs and hugged my waist perfectly. I put on some white flats so that I wasn't so tall (I was a tall girl, so I didn't dare to wear heels). I let my hair down so that it was free and curly. I grabbed twenty dollars and put it in my bra. I drowned myself in my best perfume. Once I felt that I was ready, I heard a car beep outside of my home. I knew exactly who it was, I ran to the door to open it. I stepped outside onto the floor, and I was met with Elvis waiting for me. He leaned against his luxurious pink Cadillac with a huge smile plastered on his face. He wore a coulerfull buttoned, 70s style t-shirt and black flare jeans. His outfit was completed with a large gold belt that sat on his hips. I walked over to him, and we met with a large hug. As I was buried in his arms, I could smell his expensive cologne. It smelt heavenly. I pulled away to look up into his blue eyes. I was a tall girl, but this godly man still towered over me.
"Ya look amazing, honey." He said as he smiled.
"You don't look too bad yourself, mister." I said sarcastically before we both started laughing.
Once we were both in the car, he turned the engine on and pushed the pedals. The car accelerated as the windows rolled down. Elvis reached for the radio and put on,
'horse with no name.' It was a popular song for the time. I leaned my head against the inside of the car door. I let the wind rush through my long curly hair. I sang the song sweetly as I closed my eyes. Elvis was watching me, admiring me.
We now had arrived at the diner. He opened the door for me and held my hand as he helped me out. I was getting treated like a queen by the king.
"Thankyou." I said politely as I smiled at Elvis.
"Anything for you, sweetie." He said as he deeply looked into my green eyes. We walked inside and sat at our table. He sat directly in front of me so that we were facing eachover. I took the menu and pointed to a vanilla milkshake. Elvis just giggled.
"You're meant to eat dinner first, but who would I be to say no to a girl like you." He stated as he smiled. He purposely ordered one large milkshake so that we could share it. When the milkshake came, we stuck our straws into it and drank. I looked up into Elvis's eyes as we drank. We spoke and chatted for what seemed like forever. Even after we finished our milkshake, Elvis had ordered another one so that we could stay in the diner for longer. When I spoke to the man, it felt like I had known him for years. We just had a spark.
"I really like you, Paris."
"I really like you too, Elvis." I said as I let our a cheeky giggle.
"No, like I really do." He said as he leaned across the table to get closer to me. I didn't even have time to reply since his lips were planted on mine. I was shocked at first, but I didn't stop. Our tongues danced toughether. His breath was fresh and minty. Once we were done with our kiss, I just giggled. And so did Elvis.
"Your lipstick is messed up. Let me fix it, honey." He said as he used his thumb to wipe off the messy lipstick. He placed a sweet kiss on my forehead when he was done. I was in love, and so was he. From that day, I knew that we were meant to be toughether forever.
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