by Danielle Lux
It was a large see-through bag of white powder.
Aaliyah went to grab it but I was too quick and picked it up before she could.
“Cocaine?” I said, feeling the anger rising inside of me. “Cocaine! And not just a small amount. You’re dealing fucking cocaine now? And brining it into our house?!”
I was furious. It must have shown on my face, because Aaliyah’s bitch face was gone: she looked scared.
“I’m just holding it for a friend,” she said. “I’ll get rid of it tomorrow.”
“I always knew you were trouble, but dealing cocaine? That’s something else. Wait until your mother hears about this! I should tell the fucking police.”
“No!” Aaliyah said. “Please! I’ll get rid of it tomorrow.”
“No you won’t,” I told her. “I won’t have you selling this shit. I’m flushing it down the toilet.”
Aaliyah laughed.
“Do you know how much that’s worth?”
“I don’t care,” I said. “I don’t need the money.”
“Please Daddy,” she said. That took me aback—she hadn’t called me that since she was little. “If I don’t give that bag back tomorrow, I’ll be dead.”
“You’re in trouble with criminals?”
“Not in trouble,” she said, “not yet. But I will be if I don’t give back that bag.”
I could see from her face that she wasn’t lying.
“Please Daddy, I swear that’ll be the end of it. Just let me keep it until tomorrow.”
I looked down at the bag. How the hell had Aaliyah got caught up in this kind of shit? We lived in a nice suburban neighborhood in a big house, she’d always had everything she wanted bought for her. Why was she getting involved in drug dealing?
“I’ll think about it,” I said, slipping the bag inside my jacket.
“Daddy!”
“I’ll let you know my decision tomorrow. Now go inside—your mother’s worried sick about you.
Aaliyah scowled, but seeing there was no point in arguing, she stormed off and went inside.
That night I had trouble sleeping, wondering what I should do about the cocaine. I had no faith whatsoever that Aaliyah would stop messing with drugs after tomorrow, no matter what promises she made me. But she did seem genuinely scared about what would happen if she didn’t give the drugs back to whoever she was looking after them for.
But there was something else keeping me awake as well. In recent months I’d found myself growing more and more attracted to Aaliyah. She’d always been hot, but recently she’d been dressing in skimpier outfits, showing off more of her amazing black curves. Also she’d become more of a bitch as well, and, as pathetic as it sounds, that turned me on.
I looked over at my wife. She was fast asleep, snoring quietly. I still loved her, but she wasn’t the woman I’d married. She’d let herself go a lot, and we rarely had sex. I couldn’t remember the last time we’d done it. I’m a red-blooded man with a high sex drive, and it was driving me insane.
My mind drifted back to Aaliyah, and my cock began to grow hard. Suddenly I knew what I was going to do. The little brat had been making my life miserable for so long, now she was going to do something nice for me…
The next day was Saturday, so I had the day off. My wife still had to go to work, so she kissed me goodbye, told Aaliyah to behave herself at the supermarket, then rushed out the door.
“Shouldn’t you be getting ready?” I asked Aaliyah across the breakfast table. “Your shift starts in half an hour.”
Aaliyah rolled her eyes.
“Listen,” she said, her eyes darting to the front door to check her mom was definitely gone. “Are you going to give me my stuff back or what?”
“I dunno,” I said, “are you going to stop being such a bitch to me?”
Aaliyah rolled her eyes again.
“And stop doing that,” I snapped. “Rolling your eyes at your dad. It’s not nice.”
“You’re not my real dad,” Aaliyah said. “You’re just my stepdad. We’re not related, so stop thinking you can tell me what to do.”
I grinned.
“It’s a good job we’re not related, or what you’re about to do for me would be very wrong indeed.”
“And what am I going to do for you?”
“You’re going to suck my cock.”
Aaliyah laughed.
“Yeah right, old man.”
“Yes you are,” I told her, “if you want to get those drugs back, you’re going to do as I say.”
Aaliyah’s face fell.
“You sick old bastard.”
“Call me all the names you want,” I said. “You’re still going to suck it. And you’re going to swallow everything I give you.”
“You’re a dark horse,” she said. “Ok, get that tiny white sausage out and I’ll give it a suck. You dirty old pervert.”
“And one more thing,” I said, “you have to call me ‘daddy’”.
“Ok whatever,” Aaliyah laughed. “Let’s get this over with. Daddy.”
She got down from her chair and crawled towards me under the table.
“Take it out then,” she said.
I did as she asked, unzipping, then pulling out my cock.
There was a moment of silence. Then:
“Ho-ly shit…” Aaliyah gasped. I moved my chair back so I could see her face under the table. “But… you’re white!”
“White guys can be hung too,” I laughed. “What’s the matter? Not the tiny sausage you were expecting?”
“Listen,” she said, grabbing my shaft. “Just because you’ve got a big cock doesn’t mean you’re any less of a dickhead.”
She started to rub her tiny hand up and down my pole. Her fingers weren’t even close to touching around my girth.
“Jesus…” she gasped under her breath. “You’re so fucking huge.”
“You’re so fucking huge what?”
She rolled her eyes.
“You’re so fucking huge, Daddy.”
“That’s better,” I said. “Now start sucking.”
I knew this wasn’t Aaliyah’s first rodeo, but even I was impressed by her cock-sucking skills. She started by kissing my fat cock head, planting soft, loving kisses across the sensitive surface that sent shivers down my spine. Then she grabbed my shaft and started to stretch my foreskin back up, seeing how far she could get it over my glans, then moving back down again.
“I’ve never given head to a guy with a foreskin before,” she said. “I thought it would be gross, but I kind of like it. Makes it easier to jack off.”
Next she moved her big lips to my shaft, lightly kissing every inch of it as she made her way towards my balls. When she reached them, she took one in her mouth, and looked up at me withfull cheeks. Then she moved her mouth off the ball with a satisfying *plop* sound, and swallowed the other one, sucking on it hard. I felt my toes curl. As she sucked my ball, she moved a hand up to my shaft, slowly jacking me.
When she took her mouth off she was grinning.
“You’ve even got big balls,” she marveled. “I’ve got a big mouth. Normally I can fit two balls in there at once, but yours… you’re just too big!”
“Let’s see how big that mouth really is,” I said. “See how far you can take my dick down your throat.”
Aaliyah rolled her eyes.
“What have I told you about that, young lady?” I scolded her.
“Sorry, Daddy,” she said, a naughty glint in her eye. She put a hand on my shaft to steady it, then positioned her mouth so her lips were almost touching my glans.
“You want me to suck this lollypop for you, Daddy?” she asked in her best little girl voice—a hint of a smile on her lips. As she spoke her warm breath blew against the sensitive skin of my cock head.
“Yes, baby,” I told her.
Aaliyah opened her jaw wide—like a snake preparing to devour a pig—then she moved forward and took half of my cock down her throat without even hesitating. This gir
l really knew what she was doing. I gasped with pleasure as the slimy edges of her throat rubbed against my girth.
I could definitely see where my wife got her deepthroating genes from.
Looking me right in the eye, Aaliyah continued to slide her mouth further down my dick. I felt my shaft bend slightly as my glans moved past the back of her throat and into her esophagus. She didn't even gag.
A third of my dick was left still, but there was no stopping Aaliyah. Her lips—stretched around my beer-can girth—continued to creep forward along my shaft. Her eyes were watering now, but she kept eye contact with me. It was fucking hot.
Finally the last of my meat disappeared into her mouth as she took me to the hilt, her lips touching my pelvis. She looked up at me with eyes begging for approval.
“Good girl,” I told her, running a hand through her hair. She smiled—or at least it looked like a smile. It was hard to tell, with her mouth stretched to its limits around my dong.
She started bobbing her head up and down. It was all too much for me and I felt my whole body shudder.
“I’m gonna cum,” I said, running my fingers through her hair. “Oh fuck!”
Aaliyah started to pull her head away. I tried to stop her with my hands, but she was too quick. My hard cock slopped out of her mouth and thwacked into my stomach.
“What did you do that for?” I said angrily. “I was about to cum!”
“I don’t want you to cum just yet,” Aaliyah said, a mischievous look in her eye. “I want you to fuck me.”
Kissing, groping and tearing our clothes off all the way up the stairs, Aaliyah and I ended up on mine and my wife’s bed. I wasted no time in getting her naked, and she did the same for me. When all her clothes were off, I marveled at her amazing eighteen-year-old body. Unlike her mother’s, her big breasts and ass were so firm, and there wasn’t a touch of cellulite on her body. She was slim, but had a cute little belly.
She couldn’t keep her eyes off my body either. As I said, I go to the gym a lot, and have the physique to prove it: huge arm and leg muscles and washboard abs.
“You’ve got tattoos,” Aaliyah said, “staring at my arms.”
“I wasn’t born a fifty-five year old man,” I said, grinning. “Even I was young once.”
“Yeah, in the nineteen-twenties,” Aaliyah muttered. But she was smiling.
We kissed some more on the bed, and I began sucking on her huge black breasts.
“Oh Daddy,” she moaned. “Do you have a condom?”
I told her I didn’t. My wife and I had been married for years, so I normally had no need for one. I’d never cheated on her before.
“I’ve got one of Jamal’s,” Aaliyah said. I had no idea who Jamal was, but decided this wasn’t the time to ask. “But it, um, might be a bit small.”
Aaliyah ran to her room and came back with a condom. As she’d suspected, the condom was a tight fit—she had to struggle to get it around my glans.
“It’s your girth,” Aaliyah said.
She pushed the condom down some more. It was so tight that my cock was looking like an over-inflated balloon, ready to pop at any moment.
“That looks painful,” she said.
“It doesn’t feel great,” I replied. “Listen, what if we do it without?”
“I’m not on the pill,” Aaliyah said, looking sheepish. “I don’t want to get pregnant.”
I had to admit, I was amazed Aaliyah was so safety-conscious when it came to protection. She always seemed more of a withdrawal method kind-of girl to me.
“It’s ok,” I said. “We don’t have to have sex. I can just make you feel good instead.”
In reality I was hoping she’d change her mind. And I thought I knew just how to convince her.
I pushed Aaliyah back on the bed and moved my mouth to her pussy, running my tongue across her clit. She rubbed the back of my head, groaning softly as I licked her, her sensitive nub growing bigger and more erect in my mouth as it filled with blood.
“Daddy, oh daddy…”
I slid a finger inside, rubbing her g-spot from the inside as I licked her. She was so lovely and slimy inside. My rod stirred as I imagined how nice it would feel to be buried balls deep inside her.
Aaliyah squirmed and wriggled around my head as I feasted on her wet cunt, running her fingers through my hair, her legs shaking with pleasure.
“I want you to fuck me, Daddy,” she gasped.
“But what about the condom?”
“I don’t care, just stick it inside! You can pull out.”
I didn’t need telling twice. I got up and plunged my cock straight into her, pushing it in right to the hilt.
“FUUUUCKKKK!!!!” Aaliyah screamed. “BIIIIIIIIG!!!!”
It felt so good to finally be inside her, her tight wet walls gripped tight around my girth. She looked up at me with no trace of her usual contempt—her mouth was open wide, a mixture of terror and pleasure on her face. I thought about taking it slow, about letting her get used to my size, but then I remembered all the times she’d been a bitch to me. All the years of grief.
It was finally payback time.
BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!!!
I showed Aaliyah’s black cunt no mercy, pounding it into oblivion with my giant white cock.
“Shiiiit!!!” she whimpered, “slow down!!! Too big!!!”
“I don’t think I’ll slow down,” I whispered into her ear, “I think I’m going to speed up!”
I slammed into her as fast as my hips could move: with each stroke taking my dick out so the tip was barely inside her, resting on her flaps, then slamming it in all the way to the balls.
Aaliyah’s eyes rolled into the back of her head—the first time I’d been happy to see her rolling her eyes—and she dug her nails so deep into my back that she must have been drawing blood.
He pussy walls were so lovely and tight: each ridge along her tunnel rubbing against the skin of my shaft as I slid in and out of her.
Bored of missionary, I picked up her in my big arms—making sure my cock never left her vagina—and bent her over the bed, before pounding the life out of her from behind. I was fucking Aaliyah so hard that she could barely speak English anymore, she just made random groaning noises.
“You like this?” I asked her, slapping one of her fat ass cheeks hard. “You like your daddy fucking you?”
“Y-yes Daddy,” she whimpered.
“Yes Daddy what?” I demanded, slapping her ass again.
“Yes Daddy, I love you fucking me.”
I gave her cheek another slap for good measure.
It had been months since I’d last had sex, so I took all my frustrations out on Aaliyah, fucking her all round the room in every position. I even shoved my cock up her ass, much to her disapproval.
“No Daddy,” she said as I tried to push my glans into her sphincter, “you’re too big!”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “We’ll make it fit.”
I wiped my cock head against her flaps, lubing it up on her vagina juice, then moved it back to her ass hole, giving another mighty shove.
“DAAAAAAAAADDY!!!!” Aaliyah yelled, as my cock head slid into her ass. “Take it out! I feel like I’m gonna poop!”
“Don’t worry baby,” I said. “If you poop, I won’t be mad. Daddy just wants to fuck your butt.”
“Daddy…” Aaliyah whimpered. “It hurts…”
I continued on, sliding inch after inch of my big cock into her butt.
“Have you never tried anal before?” I asked her.
“I have, but never with someone so big.”
Finally, after much sobbing and wriggling from Aaliyah, my entire cock was buried inside her colon.
“There,” I said, “that wasn’t so bad now, was it?”
Aaliyah said nothing, so I started to fuck her. This time I did take it slowly—I’m not a monster.
After fucking her ass for a bit, I moved my cock back into her pussy. Aaliyah was a lot happier once I was out of her butt
, and was soon scratching her nails down her back and having an orgasm.
“I… I’ve never cum from sex before,” she gasped. “You’re so good at this, Daddy.”
I could feel myself starting to cum too.
“Oh fuck,” I grunted, fucking her slowly in missionary position on the bed.
“Don’t forget to pull out Daddy,” Aaliyah said.
I heard her, but the words barely registered. Her tight pussy felt so good that I didn’t want to pull out. I wanted to finish inside her nice warm cunt, filling it up with my cream.
“Daddy, please,” Aaliyah said, a note of worry in her voice. “I’m not on birth control! Please!”
I couldn’t help but grin as I looked down at her scared little face. This bitch had given me nothing but shit for years. It was nice to see her scared of me for once.
“Why should I pull out?” I said. “Maybe I’ll finish inside you. Make you a mommy.”
“Daddy, no!”
“Unless you apologize to me. Apologize for always being such a bitch to me and your mother.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Apologize. Apologize or I’ll blow my load all over your cervix.”
“Ok, I’m sorry!”
“Sorry for what?”
“Always being such a bitch. I’m sorry!” She was crying now. “I’m so sorry, Daddy!”
“Good,” I grunted, feeling the cum rising up from my balls, “that’s all I wanted to hear.”
Just in time, I whipped my cock out and came all over Aaliyah’s black belly. She breathed a huge sigh of relief.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she smiled. “I love you.” Tears were streaming down her cheeks.
“I love you too baby,” I told her. Then I held her in my arms.
By the time my wife came home that evening, Aaliyah and I had fucked two more times: one half an hour after our first time, and the other after she got home from giving her friend back his cocaine.
“How was work today?” my wife asked Aaliyah over the dinner table. “I hope you behaved yourself for once.”
“Aaliyah didn’t go in today,” I said. “She’s been as bit ill. The poor thing.”
My wife looked like she was about to say something disapproving, but then changed her mind.