Monday Starts

Edit: thanks for pointing out the errors Daddy, sorry i'm such a barely literate cockholster

Daisy never appreciated what she had or the precarious position she was in. Despite her parents always telling her how terrible it had been in Cuba, she still became a socialist and denounced American Imperialism wherever she saw (imagined) it.

She'd been just a baby when they came to America, helped by some of the Americans whose families she would grow up around. Completely missed by her was the affectionate teasing between her and her boyfriend's parents of the two of them together. Your first night in America you were in the same crib as Matt.

But maybe it wasn't completely her fault. Mom and Dad were always working, and so she had a bunch of babysitters who brought their sociology books and their Chè t-shirts and were just so cool.

And maybe she wasn't happy that her Spanish had... deteriorated. It was so bad that Matt, her boyfriend, was teaching her. He could speak it so fluently that he even did Zorro Cosplays regularly and thickened the accent when he got into character. My white American boyfriend shouldn't be better at Spanish than his Latina girlfriend!

Whatever it was, Daisy discovered an easy way to deal with her arguments with her parents and boyfriend; cheating.

And she could always find someone willing to fuck her. Her boyfriend's family was rich enough that plenty of her "eat the rich" friends loved getting one over on Matt. Plus, she was hot. With her straightened, dyed blue hair going down to her her big bubble butt, and her tight clothes leaving little to the imagination and the large hoop piercings in the nipples of her large C Cup breasts always showing through whatever clothes she wore, she knew everyone wanted her. Her younger sister did tease her about being very pale for a Latina, but that was an ongoing argument between the two sisters.

And ever since Katie finally woke up and found her inner sexually empowered woman, Daisy has been able to add things she'd never done with Matt to her mental list. If she ever did them with Matt and he said he'd never? She could smile soft and lie. Small, petty victories for small, imagined slights.

She was especially proud of her last video, where she pissed on the American Flag. She was probably going to have to break it off with her current cheating buddy, he seemed really unsure of all that she was asking for. Even seeing Katie cumming her brains out while being choked wasn't enough to get him to do it.

She was riding her personal high so much, she didn't notice people whispering about her. It was only when she got to the main entrance that she saw something to take her out of her thoughts. It was a poster, a printout of a screenshot. There she was, squatting over the Flag and pissing with the biggest grin on her face.

NO!

She heard noise behind her and saw... Matt and Katie? Katie was dressed in a faded pink sundress that looked too short to cover her lower half and transparent enough to show her areolae. Matt stamped over to her, his long black hair billowing a bit. And smacked her across the face.

She tried to say Katie goaded her into it, he backhanded her. She tried to say it was a joke, he slapped her. She told him to stop, he backhanded her. She asked him to stop, he slapped her. She cried for him to stop, he backhanded her. She begged him to stop, he slapped her. She pleaded for him to stop, he backhanded her. She fell to her knees crying, he picked her up and dragged her into the college.

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Doctor Chang was relieved when his door opened, he'd been phoning his wife for the last hour. But he was shocked to see his wife wearing a bikini in the middle of the night. She never really used the pool, and he'd never known her to be very dedicated to exercising. He gagged as the smell of rancid cum hit him, it dawning on him that his wife had... had... done what she always said she would do when he failed to perform. Well, not always. A lot of the time she just grabbed her-

Then he began shaking his head when she strapped on her dildo. Cassidy didn't care. She never cared, because he never stopped her. It was like she always told him, he was pathetic.

It was his fault, she told him while fucking his ass. His tiny dicklet spraying watery jizz as she made him cum. She would never have dated him, married him, if he didn't have so much money. Why couldn't he have a big dick and a more Alpha attitude? She slapped his big, feminine ass. He was fucking built like a flat-chested Asian girl and the only reason nobody knew was he wore shoulder pads in his jackets and never let his hair grow long. Sometimes, Cassidy would hide those jackets, knowing he would never leave the house without one.

Finally, she stopped. After she'd rode him though several orgasms, she let him go and he ran to his car, pulling his pants up as he ran. What haunted him as he drove away was she wasn't laughing this time. Usually after a session that rough, she'd cackle at his ruined and emasculated state. But not this time...

Doctor Chang rubbed his eyes as he walked to his office, ignoring how the new psychology teacher had a fairly large group of students following her, asking to transfer to her class.

His weekend... he didn't know. At the end of last week, he'd been hopeful of getting a new insight into the events that landed him with Kevin White as a patient. But... he thought about his past sessions with the young man and amidst his casual mockery of Doctor Chang's opinions, he had been helped in his attacks on the therapist by Doctor Chang's own wife.

Has it been going on all this time?

He went to the teacher's lounge, a special privilege afforded to him despite not being a teacher. Something he'd heard quite a few of the janitors complain about.

Mr. Adeoye, the philosophy teacher, had the beginnings of a black eye. It was probably Ms. Dummi finally delivering on the promise of a punch if the philosophy teacher kept hitting on her. Ms. Kwan the sociology teacher was tearing into him about not respecting women. Mrs. Garcia the politics teacher seemed to be on the phone.

"... Shirley, I'm sorry I missed our date on Friday Night. Please call me. I understand you're upset and I'm glad Maddie was offered you a place to stay over the weekend while you calmed down, but the girls are getting upset and want to know when you're coming home. Please, please call me."

He moved away, it sounded personal. Very personal. He went over to the coffee machine for a double espresso. The drive to college from the clinic was long and he needed the caffeine. Especially as his last session of the day was with Kevin and he just didn't know what to do with him in light of what happened Friday, and what Miss Bambi Hugetits had to say when they talked between her surgeries.

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In the empty room Matt had taken her to, Daisy continued to babble and sob. She'd never seen Matt like this. He'd always been so... supportive. Even though he disagreed strongly with her on her socialist views, he didn't try to harass or demean her. He always listened to her.

Funny how she notices how good a man he is once she's fucked it all up.

"You stupid fucking commie! Mom always said you spics were dumb as hell, but I always thought you'd at least have some self-preservation skills and some respect for those that helped you get here." He tore her yoga pants and crop top off, finding her nipples traitorously hard and her cunt even more treacherously wet than any time she'd cheated. He grabbed the hoops of her nipple piercings and twisted, making her howl in masochistic agonised pleasure. "My family smuggled your family and dozens of others out of Cuba because it was the right thing to do. And how do you repay us, repay me?"

"You fucking deserve this!" He backhanded her and held her face-first against a wall. Then he started spanking her. "Fuck, spics have the best asses to spank. So much ass, and of course your cunts always get soaked from it." And as much as Daisy wanted to disagree, she couldn't. He was right. Her ass was burning, but not as burning hot as her cunt was. She was dripping and having mini-orgasms from the treatment she was receiving.

"You must be brain-damaged or something Daisy." The contempt in his voice is potent. It filled Daisy with regret that she had hurt someone who'd been so sweet to her. And it also made her purr in pleasure as she discovered how much his degradation of her was turning her on. "What kind of spic can't even speak Spanish?"

The reminder of her own failings, hit home how petty she was in her decision to cheat. And made her realise... how little she'd actually kept of who her family was. She kept her hair straight instead of keeping her natural curls, she never spoke Spanish at home even when her parents and sister did. And... she never thought about the effort put into fleeing a country, never thought about how a place had to be truly awful for a family to do so with a baby.

She really was an ungrateful piece of shit.

And it was during that realisation, as she'd accepted how utterly worthless and undeserving she was, that Matt thrust deep inside her cunt. Slamming her against the wall as his cock thumped against her womb.

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