Daddy Next Door

by Tina Lee

  He held me steady, finger in my mouth, my pussy filled with his cock. Almost unbearable but I loved the pain, and my pussy--although stretching--loved his cock too.

  I let loose my breast in the cool night air. Chill wind kissing my erect nipple. His low grunts are like music to my ear and it awoke goosebumps on my skin. There was something about a black man pounding you hard. Something so dominating that I couldn't find in any other man.

  He wildly spun me around on my hood and penetrated me from the back. "MMMMMM" I moaned as I felt him filling me again. He gave my ass a hard spank and I screamed into the lonely night. "Yes daddy." He seemed to like that, for it awakened a beast inside him. He gripped my hips firm and started fucking me with hard heavy thrust, my sex feeling the full extent of manhood.

  My body tingled with every slam of his pelvis. "Don't stop daddy," I begged. I didn't have to beg, because I knew damn well he wasn't going to stop fucking me. "Yes daddy," I whimpered.

  I slipped in between my thighs and rubbed my clit as he pounded into me. His heavy grunts got louder and his thrusts got harder as I was on the edge of climaxing. "Cum in me, daddy," I stupidly said. "Fill me up."

  My body jerked as the orgasm hit. My eyes squeezed shut and my jaws wide open but there were no words. Just blissful electricity jolting through me as I feel his dick move in and out my pink wetness. I felt him tensed inside me, followed a warm sensation. He grunted as he squirted his heavy load in me. "God damn!" He shouted.

  I slowly grind my ass on his dick as he basked in his high. He slapped my ass two more times and I screamed in pleasure. "You really can take black dick." Ha gave me a mischievous smile.

  "I told you," I laid on the hood of my car, exhausted.

  I avoided a ticket that night but I took something else with me--the officer's cum--but also some guilt. I did what I had to, and I was ashamed that I enjoyed it so much. I took a shower and went straight to bed that night. Omar could sense something seemed off about me but I played it off as just being really tired.

  Tomorrow I would meet his parents for the first time. I needed to get myself together and make the proper first impression. What was done was done. I rested my eyes and tried not to reminisce on the great fuck I got tonight.

  ****

  We had arrived. My organs were twisting with nervousness as we drove up the drive away.

  "Relax," Omar said.

  The door opened and his mother greeted us with a warm smile. She was such a beautiful woman. "Nice to finally meet you. I've heard such great things," she said to me. I gave Omar a quick glance as to ask him what nice things he said.

  She opened her arms and I went in for the hug. "It's nice to finally meet you too, Mrs. Smith," I smiled.

  "Where's dad?" Omar asked.

  "He's in the kitchen."

  "I want you to make yourself a home," she said to me. She fixed the red bandanna around her head and took my bags. "I'll take these up to your room."

  "No, it's fine. I don't want to be much of a bother."

  "Nonsense, child. You are our guest."

  "Amy," Omar called from the kitchen. I went with a rehearsed smile to make a good impression, but as soon as I stepped foot in that kitchen, my smile fell flat.

  The plates fell from his hands and smashed into pieces on the floor.

  "Are you okay, dad?" Omar quickly started picking up pieces of the broken plates.

  "Ye--yeah," his father stammered with all life drained from his face.

  His father and I shared a gaze and I could tell we were both thinking the same thing. What the fuck was going on?

  Omar introduced us while picking up the plate. "Dad, this is my girlfriend, Amy. Amy, this is my dad, Cornell Smith."

  "Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Smith," I said. That was the thing, though. We already met. Last night. And he was fucking my brains out. What were the odds that the officer was his father? This was a disaster.

  I played it off. I went in for a hug and he returned it. A quick and awkward hug. We were afraid to touch each other and it was only last night that he was shooting his load inside my pussy.

  His mother returned downstairs. "What happened?" she asked.

  "The plates slipped out of dad's hand." Omar disposed the last of the broken pieces.

  Mrs. Brown put her arms around me and said gleefully, "Isn't she pretty, Cornell?"

  "She definitely is," he replied. "Omar, you found yourself a good one."

  "Are you hungry?" Mrs. Smith asked, and seemed disappointed when I said 'no.' I was far from hungry. After all this, I wasn't sure I would be able to eat anything at all. I needed air. To be far away from that man and sort my brain out. I was panicking like crazy below the surface.

  "Where can I find the restroom?" I asked.

  "I'll show you," Omar answered.

  At the bathroom door, he asked me before I got in, "are you sure you're alright?"

  "Yeah. I'm fine. Don't worry."

  I closed the door, sat on the toilet and cried a little.

  Enough with this, I told myself. Everything is going to be fine. Just shut up and act normal. I'm sure it was awkward for both of us, and I'm sure he was going to keep his mouth shut also. So I had nothing to worry about. I fucked my husband's father but now that was all in the past.

  I walked out a new woman who had accepted what is, and would not be controlled by it.

  He looked at me across the dinner table, nervously, like he was waiting for me to slip up and say something along the lines of Omar, did you know I fucked your father? Oh yes, that's right Mrs. Smith, your husband’s cock was drilling my pussy last night.

  I pretended to not see and just acted causal.

  "So, Omar, tell us where you two met?" Mrs. Smith asked.

  Omar sliced his steak and told the story of how we met at the pharmacy. I was working there and he needed some eye drops. Not very romantic or even worth telling. What he didn't tell them was how he fucked me that night after closing hours.

  "Cornell, you're awfully quiet," Mrs. Smith said.

  He cleared his throat. "I'm sorry. I'm just really loving this steak, hun," his voice low and smooth. I could tell he was definitely a strict parent. He had a serious demeanor, and smiled not once since I arrived, or perhaps I was the problem. He was better looking than his son. Age had done him well.

  "Did you know Cornell is a police officer?" Mrs. Smith said.

  I put on my best surprised expression. "No. I did not." I gently tap Omar on the shoulder. "Why didn't you tell me?"

  "You were already nervous about meeting my parents. I didn't want that to intimidate you."

  "Nonsense!" Mrs. Smith flashed her hand. "Cornell is one of the nicest man you'll ever meet. He's such a respected officer."

  "You must be really good at what you do," I said to Mr. Smith.

  "I am, actually," he said proudly.

  Mrs. Smith did most of the talking, I just smiled and answered questions. She was a sweet woman, and I couldn't stop thinking how she managed to take all his huge cock. She must be a freak behind that nice smile.

  I offered to do the dishes, and it took a great deal of convincing until Mrs. Smith allowed me do it. I just wanted something to do. To get away from the small talk.

  I felt a presence behind me as I did the dishes. It came quickly before I could get a chance to move. Hot breath tickled my ear and sent chills down my spine. "What do you think you're doing?" he said into my ear. His chest pressed on my back.

  "I'm not doing anything. I'm meeting the parents of my husband. That's it. You keep your mouth shut, and I'll keep my mouth shut. Okay, officer? Or are you going to write me a ticket?"

  He grabbed my arm and squeezed. "You better watch how you talk to me."

  I spun around, his face touching my face. "Or what?"

  He put hand around my throat and squeezed. I grabbed his cock and squeezed. I could see the anger in his eyes and he could see the fearlessness in mine. He pressed his lips against mine and worked his tongue into m
y mouth. Kissing me wild and violently.

  I felt the bulge of his pants grew in my hand and I squeezed harder, and he replied by choking me harder. At that point my pussy was soaking wet.

  His grip loosened around my neck and immediately I fell to my knees and did what I did best. I loved his cock so much that it was riding my brain wild with dirty disgusting thoughts that I wanted to become reality.

  I spat on his big black dick and sucked on the head. Oh my god I loved his dick. He took his cock and slapped me in the face like a dirty bitch, while his wife was in the house.

  "Daddy, I missed your cock," I said. Then I took it in and force it all in my tiny mouth.

  Daddy moaned and I squeezed his thigh to tell him to shut up. My tongue made its way to his balls when suddenly—

  "Dad?" Omar called from the dining room.

  I got up and quickly wiped my mouth and he quickly scrambled to get his pants on and he did it right in time.

  "Oh, there you guys are. What ya'll doing?"

  "I was just telling her about the time you ran track in high school and won."

  "Oh come on, dad. That was so long ago."

  "It was a tough race though."

  Omar laughed with modesty. "It was."

  "That's so great, babe," I played along. "My man was a track star."

  That was definitely too close. Between my legs was a mess and my panties was soaked. If even the slightest breeze blew on my warm pussy I swear I would climax instantly.

  There is no greater torture than an untouched pussy.

  ****

  He never left my thoughts as I tossed and turned to sleep that night but ultimately failed because of frustration. My lady parts would not let me sleep. They were screaming and begging and it was way too loud to ignore. Omar was fast asleep beside me, at one point I contemplated waking him, but deep inside, I knew who I wanted to fill me up. I wanted daddy.

  I was about to do something really stupid but it was I needed to do. I gave Omar a small nudge to make sure he was in a deep sleep. He was. I then sneaked out our room and tip toed to Mr. Smith's room where he and his wife slept. I listened keenly and they both sounded like they were sleeping.

  I gently opened the door and went in, being as quiet as a mouse. As I expected, they were both asleep. Mr. Smith laid on his back in only his boxers. His defined chest was bare, and even in slumber this man was a sexy chocolate beast. And my white pussy was hungry for his black cock.

  The room wasn't completely dark, more like lowly-lit, so I had to be careful as to not wake Mrs. Smith and let her see me. I crawled to his bed and whispered in his ear. "Officer, I need your cock." That wasn't enough. I whispered again, "daddy wake up. My pussy is so wet."

  He jolted out his sleep and looked around. He looked at me then quickly looked at his sleeping wife then back to me. "You're one crazy white girl," he whispered to me.

  "I can't get enough of you, daddy." I gave him a deep kiss. "You're all I want daddy. My man, your son, can't please me like you." I kissed him again. "Your cock is way bigger than his." I planted kisses on his neck. "I need you to take care of this white pussy. Please daddy."

  He hesitated. Thinking if this was a good idea. It wasn't. It was a terrible idea. And that made it more exciting.

  I pulled of his boxers and his dick sprung up to attention. He held his cock and stroked it while I got undressed. All I had on was a t-shirt and panties, so that didn't take long. I took my time getting on the bed and on top of daddy, easing his big cock into me then I slid down all of it.

  I slowly got into the rhythm of grinding on his black cock while his wife laid sleeping beside us. If she were to wake, my biggest nightmare would be a reality, and knowing this, I still grind my husband's father's dick.

  "What about Omar?" he asked.

  "Omar can't fuck me like you do, daddy."

  I started bouncing along the length of his thick dick, feeling every inch in my guts. That's it daddy. This white pussy is all yours. He looked at me with a mischievous grin, the first time I've ever seen a hint of a smile from him. "You love daddy, don't you?"

  "Mmhm," I nodded.

  "You love daddy's black dick, don't you?"

  I bounced harder. The clapping of my ass against his pelvis echoing off the walls. "Mmhm," I moaned again.

  "My dick better than my son's dick."

  I dug my nails into his chest and writhed and twist on his cock. I wanted to feel it all in my wetness.

  "That's it. That's a good whore."

  I moaned louder than I should have, "Yesss daddy. I'm your dirty fucking whore." I rode my black daddy and cum all of his fat cock. I wanted to collapse and savor my euphoria but my black daddy wasn't done with me yet.

  I jumped off his dick and licked all my cum off his cock, licked my lips and swallowed. I could tell he loved that. Anything to please daddy.

  I sucked his cock and balls to get it all wet and he was ready for my again.

  He bent me over the bed, my head near his wife's face, and he started fucking me from behind while I watch her sleep. He slapped my ass hard a couple times and I wanted to tell him to be quiet or he could wake her, but I loved getting my ass spanked by daddy. My pussy tingled every time he did. Treat me like the whore I am, daddy.

  I could hear his low but powerful moans as he slammed into my soaking wet pussy. I fought the screams and moans that were forcing their way out of me. It was torture to hold in all that stroking pleasure I was receiving. I was breathing heavily on his wife's face as she slept. "Mmm," I let a little moan out.

  Daddy was now in jackhammer mode and started drilling my pink pussy with heavy hard thrusting fucks. I wanted to scream so fucking loud, even my man and the neighbors would hear. Daddy's big black cock ramming and stretching my tight pussy. My whole body jerked as I was overcome with crashing pleasure.

  "Yes daddy. Give me all your big black cock. My sweet chocolate daddy. Mmmmm. Oh my god... Fuck me!" I moaned, and his wife began to move and shuffle around.

  I heard daddy grunt and felt his warm cum gushed inside me. Daddy's cum sent me over the edge. I was thrown into a sea of happiness and bliss. I rubbed my clit and cummed for a second time all over daddy's dick, my juice gushing everywhere.

  I heard his wife made a sleepy groaned and turned. I flung myself of the bed and rolled under the bed! Daddy quickly slipped under the sheets.

  "Cornell, you awake?" I heard her say.

  "Yeah."

  "Why are so sweaty?" she asked him.

  "Uhh—I was doing some push-ups. A little work out."

  "So late?" she was too sleepy to question it any further. "Get your ass in the shower and stop sweating up my sheets."

  A little after, I grabbed my shirt and panties off the floor and went back to my room.

  That was so fucking crazy. I laughed to myself. It didn't stop there, though. The next day daddy and I snuck off and fucked in the closet, the garage and the bathroom and no one ever found out. I was sad when it was time to leave, my black daddy and I had grown a special bond. No one could make me cum like he did. I would miss his thick black badboy.

  "Goodbye Mrs. Smith and dad—Mr. Smith," I waved.

  "Come back soon," Mrs. Smith said.

  "Oh trust me, I will." I smiled.