Taking Advantage of Daddy
By Madam Secret.
Only 2 hours of college were left, and I was in 5th-period Health class. Mr. Robinson, the Health teacher, was also the boy’s football coach. Every girl in college had a crush on him, but he knew it too. I would catch him looking at everyone’s ass and tits. He didn’t do it real obvious, but everyone knew he did it. My friend Lana and I made it our mission to drive him crazy in class. After 4th-period gym class, we shower and deliberately leave our panties in our gym bags. That particular day, we had on miniskirts. When we saw him looking our way, we would cross our legs but do it slowly and swing them extra wide.
I know he saw our little hot cunts. I could see the bulge forming in his pants. He was about 6’2″ and had big hands and feet. I figured his cock was pretty big. He was in his middle 30s and had his head shaved bald like many black men. It was so sexy. His smile was perfect, and it made me melt when he flashed it around. Lana and I would nibble on our pencil erasers and stare at him intently to see if he would look at us. It was all a silly high college game. We knew, as well as Mr. Robinson did, that he could never lay a finger on us.
The bell rang, and everyone gathered their books when he said, “Stacy and Lana, can I speak to you two for a minute?”
We looked at each other, and half smiled but simultaneously blushed. I didn’t know what I would say if Mr. Robinson asked why we had our pussies out for him to see! The classroom cleared out, and we made our way to the front of the room.
“Yes, Mr. Robinson?” Lana said in a sweet voice.
My pussy was burning up, and I could have sworn the whole room smelled like pussy juice. “You girls just got out of gym class, right?”
We nodded in agreement with him.
“Well, maybe tomorrow I will get the same show I did today. Is that too much for your favorite teacher to ask for?”
He smiled that killer white smile and looked at us. I was in shock at first. I didn’t know what to say. “What are you talking about, Mr. Robinson?” I asked in a coy voice, knowing damn good and well what he meant.
Mr. Robinson made his way around his desk and stood, leaning back, with his butt resting on his desk. “Well, I mean, you’re both going through so much trouble trying to get me to notice you have no panties on. I just wanted to let you know I noticed.”
At that, he pointed toward his crotch, and you could see his dick had grown and swollen and was now resting on his thigh. It had to be at least 10 inches long. We both turned beet red as Mr. Robinson smiled his little devilish grin.
“Yes, Mr. Robinson.”
He nodded, “Good, that is all I wanted to say.”
With that, we both went out into the hallway and gasped. “Oh my goodness! That was amazing! Mr. Robinson noticed our pussies!”
We both laughed and headed to our next class. My crotch was on fire by this time. I can’t believe a thirty-something man noticed me. That got me hotter and hotter. The final bell rang, and I dashed to the bus. I always sat in the back seat, the little half seat. I loved to sit back there. I was among the last to be dropped off, so I had quite a ride. Only three stops were before mine, but everyone else was in the front. The bumpy ride didn’t help me with my horniness. I reached down and ran my finger up and down my slit. It was slick with cum. I had never played with myself on the bus.
I spread my thighs and let my fingers slide up and down my slit. The aroma of my hot pussy was drifting up to my nostrils. I kept my pussy lips open with my left hand and rubbed my clit with my right middle finger. God, it felt so good! I kept my eye on everyone, ensuring no one came to the back of the bus for anything. No one was paying any attention to me at all. I was rubbing my clit faster now, and I could feel my skin getting hotter. I know my eyes were glazed over with lust as I stroked away at my little pleasure button. I glanced at the driver and was shocked when he looked directly at me through the large mirror above his head.
I took my hands out of my crotch immediately. He had a perverted grin on his face. He knew exactly what I was doing, and it was too late to take it back. Chuck was a greasy-looking guy with shoulder-length brown hair. A little on the heavy side, but not fat. He kept looking up at me and smiling. My stop was the next one, and I could finish this when I got home. No way was Chuck going to get off on me playing with my pussy. Pervert!
I checked the mail and walked up onto the front porch. My Great Dane, Samson, met me with a wagging tail and the unconditional love he was always willing to give. I entered the front door and was surprised that my stepfather, John, was already home.
“Hey, what’s up?” he said.
“Not a thing. It was an easy day at college, and I don’t have any homework, so I’m pretty good right about now!” I smiled.
John was pretty hot himself. He reminded me of Mr. Robinson. They had the same pretty smile and the same bald head. He was very well-built and a couple inches taller than Mr. Robinson. My Mom had been dating black men for as long as I could remember. Most people think I’m mixed African American and Caucasian, but I’m not. I naturally have curly hair and an olive skin tone, but I’m white. My Grandmother was Cherokee Indian, so we all have a darker skin tone. I don’t mind when people make mistakes. It’s almost amusing to me.
“Hey, there’s a letter from my college in the mail!” I said, wondering what it could be about.
I walked over and gave it to John, and he said, “Well, I hope you’re not in trouble, young lady! Don’t make me have to turn you over my knee and beat your ass!” he laughed.
I just laughed right along with him. John was pretty fun, and I knew he was a pervert. He looked at porn on the computer all the time. I had to say one thing to him: John didn’t just look at a certain type of woman. He looked at them all. Fat, skinny, short, tall, big tits, small tits, big asses, little asses, young, and old. I often signed on under his screen name to see what he had been looking at. John opened the letter, and it was just something about thanking everyone for a successful college year and hoping to see us all back next year.
No big deal. John put it on the stand beside his recliner and said, “That’s too bad! I was hoping I could give you a good spankin’!”
“Yeah, right!” I laughed with him. “I don’t think so! I’m too old for a spanking!” I said as I walked toward the kitchen.
“Hey Stacy, come change the channel, would you?” He asked.
The remote to the TV needed new batteries, and we hadn’t gotten them yet. I stepped in front of the TV and leaned over a little bit to reach the buttons, and that’s when I felt the breeze brush across my pussy lips. I forgot I didn’t have on panties! I heard John moan a little under his breath but didn’t think it was because of me. I didn’t think I had bent over far enough for him to see anything. I quickly found the channel he wanted, and when I turned to leave, I noticed how he was looking at me. It was different than how he usually looked at me. I could see lust in his eyes. I felt the twinge in my pussy, and could feel it getting even wetter as I stood there.
“Is that cool with you?” I asked, referring to the TV show that was on.
“Well, y-yes, it is. God, what is that glorious smell? It smells so sweet and succulent,” he said in a wanting voice.
I knew he could smell my pussy. It was juicing good by this time. I could see the huge bulge in his shorts as he sat in his recliner, his feet propped up on the part that came out.
“I-I don’t smell anything,” I said, lying to his face.
I could feel myself blushing as I stood there awkwardly. I slowly walked back toward the kitchen, and as I passed, John swatted my young ass. Not hard, but in a playful way.
“See, I still got to spank your ass!” he said playfully.
That broke the awkward silence, and I just laughed.
“Whatever, John!”
I went to the kitchen to make a snack, and Samson was behind me. I went to the cabinet under the sink to get him a dog bone and had to bend down. I could feel his wet nose on my ass cheek as he sniffed under my short little skirt.
“Samson, be good, baby!” I smiled at him and gave him his treat.
He happily took it into the living room and started munching on it. I fixed myself a sandwich and chips, sat at the kitchen counter on one of the bar stools, and ate while I watched the TV in the living room. I could feel my juices on the inner parts of my thighs. I couldn’t believe how wet I was. I started squirming around in my chair, and that was making me hornier and hornier. John had his back to me, so I slipped my hand down under my skirt and started rubbing my fat, shaved pussy mound. It felt so good!
By that time, Samson was back, wanting another treat. He would eat as many as I would give him. He was looking at me with his head cocked sideways with that cute, curious looks that dogs get. My eyes were planted on the back of John’s head, and my fingers were rubbing away. John shifted in his chair, and I pulled my hand back up.
“Aww…you want another treat, baby boy?” I said in that silly way that people talk to babies or animals.
I got out another dog bone for Samson and handed it to him with the same hand I had been frigging my pussy with. He sniffed my fingers and started licking them all around the dog bone. It was so erotic to feel the hot wet tongue lapping up my pussy juice. I just stood there and let him lick all the juice off my fingers. John got up and came into the kitchen for another beer.
“Well, I don’t know what you have on your hand, but Samson sure likes it!” he said with a broad smile.
“Yes, he does!” I replied.
I gave Samson the bone, and as he turned to go back into the living room, I noticed his pink dick sticking out of his sheath.
“Did you spill something on the chair?”
The question caught me off guard. “What?”
“Did you spill something on the chair?” John asked again.
“No, I don’t even have anything to drink,” I replied. With that, John touched the seat of the chair I had been sitting in with his index finger and rubbed the wet spot, looking up at me with lust in his eyes.
He put his finger in front of his face and smelled like he smelled a dozen fresh-picked roses. “Mmmmmmmm…”
I must have looked horrified as I stood there.
“Don’t worry, Stacy. I won’t tell your Mom. I know your little pussy is hot! You are at that age. You’ve probably already been fucked. If I were your age, I would have loved to fuck you and see those plump, big titties.”
I stood there and said nothing as John looked me up and down. I could see his cock getting bigger and bigger in his shorts.
“See what you do to me?”
He gestured toward his crotch. At the same time, he brought his finger to his mouth, put it on his tongue, and made a loud sucking noise.
“Mmmmmm…no wonder Samson was licking your fingers! This tastes so good! Your pussy tastes sweet, Stacy. I’ve been watching you for a couple of years now. I see your white ass getting bigger and your tits getting bigger. A brother would love to get a hold of you,” he said with a sly smile.
“But I don’t know what you mean,” I finally managed to say.
I was embarrassed, but at the same time, hearing a man say all that nasty stuff to me made me so hot. I couldn’t stand still; I was so nervous.
John started walking toward me. My heart started racing, but I didn’t move away. “Is your pussy hot right now? Hmmmm?” John said in a tone I had never heard him use before.
So sexy. I backed up onto the counter and couldn’t go anywhere else. He kept walking towards me and gently pressed his body to mine. I could feel his hard dick. It felt like an iron pole in his pants. I could feel the heat radiating through his shorts. His huge, rough hands gently grabbed my arms, and I felt his hot breath on my neck as he leaned down toward my ear.
“I know your pussy is hot, Stacy. I can smell it. You left a wet spot on the chair. A creamy wet spot.”
By this time, my breathing had gotten a little more unsteady. His hands had made their way down my body and onto my thighs, caressing me harder, with more urgency. He was grinding his dick into my stomach faster and with more pressure. I felt his hands reach around to my ass.
“Ooohhhhh yeah!”
His eyes were closed and his mouth half open. He was in a sexual trance. “You little hot white fuck!” He whispered gruffly into my ear. “You wanted to tease me with your little hot pink pussy? Huh?”
He was grabbing my ass cheeks and squeezing them hard, pulling my body towards him. He let his fingers slowly work their way into my ass crack and move down toward my pussy. It was dripping by this time. I was breathing hard now. I was in a cloud of ecstasy. I was fucking my mother’s husband. I was fucking my step farther. I was fucking a black man for the first time. I was in heaven.
John’s fingers slid easily up my slit. “Oooohhhh, yes!” I moaned.
“What? Huh, little white slut? What do you want Daddy to do to you?” He growled in a sexy voice.
It was a turn-on to hear him talking to me like that.
“You want Daddy to rub that pussy?” He said as he let his hand cup my pussy from the back, with his fingertips on my clit.
“Mmmmmmmm, yes,” I said in a barely audible voice.
“What?! I can’t hear you. What do you want this black man to do with your white, pink pussy?” He hissed and rubbed my whole crotch with his hand.
“Ohhhhhhhh God! Mmmmmmm!”
He was rubbing fast and with just the right amount of pressure. My cunt juices were flowing all over the palm of his hand.
“You nasty wet little hot bitch. You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? You like it when Daddy rubs that fat pussy for you?”
I tugged at his shorts. I needed to see his big black cock. I had seen pictures before, but never one in person.
“Oh, you wanna see this big black dick?”
John took a few steps back and finished pulling his shorts off, stepping out of them. His cock was smashed against his body from the boxer briefs he had on. It looked massive compared to the little white boys I had experienced. I just stared at his cock, and without thinking, my own hands started rubbing my pussy. John hooked his fingers inside the band on his boxers and pulled them down, his cock standing out in front of him as he threw his boxers to the side.
“Is this what you wanted to see?” John smiled and held his beautiful black cock with his hand, stroking it slowly.
My fingers were rubbing my pussy, and it felt like an inferno was building inside of me. My eyes were glued to his massive cock. The tip glistened with pre-cum. My thighs were spreading further apart as I leaned back on the counter more and more. I wanted my pussy to be spread as far apart as I could get it. My fingers moved faster and faster while I just stared at my step fathers’ dick. John walked up to me so that the tip of his dick touched my outer pussy lips. He was jacking it off right there in front of me.
“You nasty little white slut. Your pussy is sloppy as fuck! You fuckin’ little tease! I oughta make you drink this nut! I oughta choke you with my cum!”
He was stroking his dick fast and rubbing it harder on my cunt lips. I could feel my insides starting to quake. I started humping at the head of his cock, and rubbing my pussy on it as he stroked it faster.
“You nasty white bitch. I’m gonna nut.”
“Oh yes, daddy! You’re gonna make me cum!”
I felt the wave of orgasm take over me, and my pussy was pulsing and spitting cum out of my hole.
John’s body was growing more and more tense as he watched me succumb to my orgasm. My body relaxed when John put his hand on my head and pushed me down to my knees. His dick was right in my face when it exploded. The hot, thick, white cum exploded out of his black cock all over my face.
“Aaaaggghhh!” John moaned as he was caught in the throes of ecstasy.
Big white gobs of cum were shooting all over my face and dripping down onto my shirt and skirt. John leaned over and propped himself on the countertop, hovering over me as he tried to catch his breath.
Finally, after what seemed like 15 minutes, but couldn’t have been more than 5, we got up. I didn’t know what to say as I tried to smooth out my skirt and shirt. I was almost ashamed of what had happened, but I couldn’t help it. I was almost out of control. John was putting back on his boxers and shorts. “Look, just so you know, I won’t say anything to your Mom, and I would appreciate the same respect.
I think we both just kind of lost our cool. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable being around me, Stacy. It never has to happen again. I would suggest you get cleaned up, though. Your Mom will be home in about an hour.”
I smiled. I’m glad he did the talking; it did make me feel better. No one would ever have to know, and I didn’t feel pressured to do it again if I didn’t want to.
“Thanks, John. Or maybe I should say, Daddy!” I laughed and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before I skipped off to my room.
I started down the hallway to my room, and Samson followed me. “Oh, come on, buddy, but you’re not getting more treats!”
I laughed and rubbed his ears playfully. I shut my door, locked it, and stared at myself in the full-length mirror hanging on the back of my door. I was still amazed at what had just happened. It kept playing over and over in my mind. The sight of John jacking off, watching me play with my pussy! That was so hot. I started unbuttoning my shirt, and on one of the buttons, there was a gob of dick goo. I rubbed the tips of my fingers together to feel how slick it was and put my fingertips to my tongue. It tasted sweet and bitter at the same time. I could feel my cunt burning again as I tasted my stepfather’s man juice.
I finished taking off my shirt and unsnapped my bra. My tits bounced out as I slung my shoulders forward to get it off. My nipples were dark brown and hard as a rock. I pinched one between my fingers as I watched myself in the mirror. I lifted the front of my skirt so I could see my shaved mound. I turned around and bent over, pulling my skirt over my ass. My fat pussy was visible from the back. I put my hand between my legs and let my finger slip into the wet suit.
“Mmmmmmm….yeah! What a wet pussy!” I said to myself.
I like to talk to myself as I play with my pussy. Samson looked at me with that ‘curious dog look’ as he lay on the floor before my bed.
“Aww…Mommy’s just horny Samson. Don’t mind me!” I said out loud as I shoved my fingers in my twat hole, looking at myself in the mirror.
My pussy started sloshing with all the cunt juice that was building up, and it was a huge turn-on.
Just then, I heard a knock on the door. I jerked my hand out of my cunt. “Who is it?” I yelled.
“Hi, honey! I just wanted to let you know I’m home!” Mom said through the door.
“OK, Mom! I’m getting ready to get in the shower! I’ll see you when I’m done!”
I walked toward my bathroom, and Samson got up to follow. I opened the shower door and turned the water on. I heard Samson’s toenails tapping on the bathroom floor.
“Aww… OK, buddy. You missed me today?”
I put the lid down on the toilet seat and sat down. Samson walked over to me with his tail wagging. I started rubbing his ears, one in each hand. He started sniffing in the air, and slowly, his head was dipping lower, and he stuck his nose against my hot fleshy mound, sniffing as if he had found a bone he had buried months ago. I gasped as I tried to pull his head away, but he was a big dog. He is very strong, and he put his head right back on my fat pussy. He smelled it again and started licking it gently.
“Ooohhhhhh,” I said uncontrollably.
I hoped nobody heard me. His tongue lapped out faster now, trying to get deeper into my pussy folds.
“Oooohhhh god!” I said, almost too loud again.
I got up, shut my bathroom door, and quickly sat back down on the toilet, this time spreading my thighs wide.
“Samson, come here, boy.” I coaxed.
He came right back over and started licking my pussy with his long pink tongue. I had never felt a tongue on my cunt hole. I couldn’t believe how it felt. His tongue was dipping deep into my love mound, trying to lap up every drop of my sweet juice. I was gasping for breath and started rubbing my clit with my finger, pinching my nipple with my other hand. I felt my cunt start to pulsate, and I lost all control. I started grinding my hips into the toilet seat and Samson’s long tongue. It felt like he was licking me to the back of my pussy as I came all over his tongue and face. My body relaxed, and I pulled Samson’s nose out of my crotch. He looked at me with those sad puppy dog eyes.
“No, Samson, it’s time for Mommy to shower,” I said.
I opened the bathroom door and made him wait in my room. I was reeling from my afternoon since I’d been home from college.
I quickly showered and dressed, pulling my hair up into a ponytail. I went downstairs, where Mom was cooking tacos for dinner.
“Hey, Stacy! How was your day?” Mom smiled.
“Pretty good.” I grinned at her. “You need some help?”
“Sure, you can start cutting up the tomatoes,” she replied. “So, did you do anything exciting?” Mom asked.
“No, same ol’ same ol’.”
I smiled and kept cutting up the tomatoes as I heard John laughing at something on TV.
I had a feeling I was getting ready to enter a whole new era of my sexual life.
The End.
