You Aren’t My Real Daddy

That day I came home from work early changed my life. I know, I know. You've heard it before. But this isn't just another story. This really happened.

I was in a great mood that day, thinking I would have the house to myself for the afternoon while my wife, Karen, was at work and my stepdaughter, Melody, was at college.

When I pulled into the driveway, however, I immediately saw a familiar Chrysler 300. It belonged to Melody's boyfriend, Dontrell. The car was sleek, muscular and black, a lot like its owner. Dontrell was a powerfully-built black man, a running back with the Beaver Brook College football team.

Realizing my afternoon alone was shot, I parked beside the poor man's Bentley and let myself in through the side door. I noticed at once that the house was quiet. Too quiet. It felt eerie, like the calm before the storm. I was about to announce my presence when I heard Melody cry out from down the hall.

"Yes, yes!! Oh my Gawd! Yes! Right there! It's sooo goood!"

I walked down the hall stopping at Melody's door and heard Dontrell grunt like he was exerting himself strenuously.

"Yeah, slut! Ya like it when D-Train fucks you in yo daddy's bed, don't ya?"

I was stunned. The voices were coming from the master bedroom! My face felt hot from a mixture of anger and humiliation, but I didn't run to my room and bust down the door. Instead, I quietly crept down the hall and peeked into my bedroom, doing my best to remain out of sight.

"He's not my real daddy, but I DO love it! Fuck me, D-Train! FUCK ME!"

I couldn't believe the sight before me, my lithe young stepdaughter being pounded like a whore on my bed! Her head lolled back and forth, the black stud's massive cock stretching her delicate pussy lips wide. I noticed his cock was the width of my wrist and shiny with Melody's juices as it dove again and again into her hungry pussy.

My cock grew rock hard. I had never thought of my 19-year-old stepdaughter that way, but now, seeing her thrashing under the weight of this large black stud, I couldn't help myself. I undid my pants and released my cock, noticing how small and pale it was compared to the big black beast plunging the depths of Melody's cunt.

"OH GAWWWD!" she bawled. "YES! I'M CUMMMING! FUCK ME! I'M CUMMMMING!"

Melody threw herself into her black lover. The young man drove even harder, meeting each thrust.

"That's it you little slut! Ya love black cock, don't ya'?"

"YES! YES!"

"I'm finna cum in your tight little pussy. You ready for my cum, bitch?"

"YES! FILL ME UP, BABY! DO IT! DO IT!"

Just the thought of my beautiful young stepdaughter's pussy filled with a black man's cum pushed me over the edge. My own cock suddenly convulsed, squirting a small load onto the floor of the hall.

Meanwhile, the huge black stud was shooting his own load into the squirming body of my wife's daughter. She screamed, holding her body tightly against his, their crotches grinding together. She came again as he emptied his balls into her young womb.

I watched them for awhile, kissing and talking softly on my bed. Soon, the black man's cock softened and he pulled it out, thick white cum spilling out onto the bed spread. I knew that if that much was coming out of her, there must be a whole lot more inside her womb.

Melody had a dreamy, heavy-lidded look on her pretty young face. But Dontrell didn't let her rest. Just when my well-fucked stepdaughter tried to get more comfortable, he demanded that she get back to work.

"You ain't done, bitch," he said bitingly. "Clean my cock."

I staggered out of the house, my thoughts in turmoil. I still couldn't believe the scene had turned me on so much. Just the thought of my stepdaughter's pale skin against that gleaming black body had been enough to make me shoot my load. I had read about this before, but until that moment, I didn't realize just what a turn on black on white sex could be.

That night, it was all I could do not to stare at Melody, imagining her shaking on my bed with a thick, black cock pounding in her pussy. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts, I barely noticed my wife arguing with her daughter.

"I just don't think you should see Dontrell anymore."

"Mother, please! You're being so racist!"

"It's not about him being black, Melody! He's a lot older than you are and I don't think it's a healthy relationship. Right, David?"

I almost missed the question. My mind was on Melody's "relationship" with the young black man. It had certainly seemed healthy that afternoon.

"David?"

I snapped out of my reverie. Personally, I saw nothing wrong with Melody's "relationship." In fact, after what I had witnessed that afternoon, I was all for my stepdaughter seeing her black stud.

"I don't know, honey. After all, Melody is 19. I think she can make her own decisions, don't you?"

Karen was stunned. I had always deferred to her on issues dealing with Melody. Now, I was taking her daughter's side in the argument.

Melody was delighted and clapped her hands like a little girl. She ran over to me and threw her arms around my neck, kissing me on the cheek.

"Thank you, Daddy."

My cock shifted in my pants. Melody smiled and left the room, leaving me with her mother's angry stare.

"How can you condone her relationship with that... that..."

"That ni--," I hinted, not intending to say the word.

"Don't say that!" my wife scolded me. "And don't be smug. You know how people will look at her. My god! What if she gets pregnant, David?"

My mind went back to D-Train's black cock slipping out of Melody's pussy, and the huge amount of cum spilling from it.

"Listen, Karen. She's going to see him whether we allow it or not. Fighting her is just going to make her want to be with him that much more."

Karen was still not happy, but didn't argue the point. Instead, as I lay beside her in bed that night, I felt her silence as her way of carrying the fight to the bedroom. Normally, that would have bothered me, but that night I turned over and thought of Melody and Dontrell, fucking wildly on the same bed just hours earlier.

***

I didn't get much sleep that night, my cock painfully hard. Finally, around 3:30 am, I snuck off to the bathroom to relieve the pressure. I jerked off quickly, squirting my load into the toilet. I felt better, and was able to get a couple of hours of sleep.

Still, I was useless at work the next day. I was tired and my thoughts kept drifting back to my young stepdaughter. Finally, I stopped pretending to work, told my boss I was sick and drove home.

When I got there, I saw the 300 in the drive, parked in front of the closed garage door. My cock was already stiffening in anticipation of seeing my stepdaughter with the black stud. Maybe I would get to see her suck his cock!

I entered the house stealthily, tiptoeing my way to the master bedroom, stopping to listen at the doors to make sure Melody and Dontrell had not decided to couple somewhere else. All the rooms were empty. At the end of the hall, my bedroom door stood open.

As I neared the door, I heard Dontrell's deep voice.

"That's it, slut! Ya know ya want this cock, now suck it!"

My throat clenched and I was just about to look into the room, when I heard a woman's voice.

"Dontrell, we can't. This is wrong. I'm a married woman."

I stopped, my stomach suddenly plummeting. I began to breathe heavily. I recognized the voice... and it wasn't my stepdaughter.

"Come on now, Mrs. Coulson. You been jealous of your hot little daughter ever since she's been getting my cock. That's why ya want her to stop seein' me. And as for yo bitch ass husband, I know he ain't got shit compared to this!"

Invisible hands were gripping my head, forcing me to look into the room. I already knew what I would see. I saw my wife, sitting on the edge of the bed, her pale body covered by a thin white bra and panties. Standing over her was Dontrell, his huge black snake swinging between his legs. My wife gasped.

"Oh! Gawd! I had no idea it was so BIG!"

Her eyes were wide, mesmerized by the huge cock.

"Yeah, slut! Tell me ya want this cock!"

I longed to hear my wife tell the young man that she had no interest in his cock, but she said nothing. Instead, her tiny white hand moved forward, slowly curling around the monstrous shaft. His cock suddenly jumped in her hand and she laughed.

"Oh my God! It's alive!"

Karen began to slowly stroke the black monster, hypnotized by its dark weight in her hand. Soon, it was hard, pointing at my pretty wife's pink lips. The diamond engagement ring with which I proposed to her shone bright against his onyx skin.

"Ya want to suck it don't ya, Mrs. Coulson?"

The use of Karen's married name stung deep, tears coming to my eyes. My wife slowly shook her head, looking up into the stud's face with piercing blue eyes.

"I can't do that. I've never sucked one so big before."

Dontrell laughed.

"Well, it's about time you sucked on a real man's cock. Now, I'm through asking!"

Karen looked at the cock again, the head dripping with slimy pre-cum. Then, I saw her do something she'd never done before. Her pink tongue darted out of her mouth and she licked her top lip, making it wet. She leaned forward, kissing the bulbous tip of Dontrell's penis, sucking up the precum.

The sensuous movement made me forget, for just a second, that this was my once faithful wife. I felt my cock throb in my pants and a wave of shame washed over me. How could this be turning me on? I should have rushed in there and pulled the black man off my wife, but he was big. I hate to admit it, but I was scared of him.

Helpless, I remained rooted to the spot while my wife's sensuous kiss became a furious tonguing as she washed the length of his prick, sliding her mouth down to the pendulous ball sac, then back up to the huge head.

"Yeah, cunt!" Her black lover jeered. "My cock looks so good against your face. You're much better at this than your daughter."

"Please, don't mention my daughter."

Karen's voice was pleading, her eyes filled with shame. The black man just laughed and slapped his heavy cock against her cheek.

"Fuck you, whore! I'll say anything I want. You're just a white slut now, begging for a big black cock. Now tell me ya want to suck that nigga dick!"

My wife looked down at the floor. Dontrell gripped her head so he could look into her eyes.

"Say it, slut! Tell me ya want to suck that nigga dick! Say it now, or I'm leaving!"

My heart broke when I heard Karen's soft voice begin to beg.

"Please, don't leave. I want to suck that nigga dick."

"Say it again!"

"I... I want to suck that nigga dick," my wife stammered.

"You'd better, bitch! Open your mouth!"

I was stunned as my wife yawned open her mouth to engulf the huge shaft. I couldn't believe she was sucking him on our bed. I knew I had lost my wife, but I still couldn't make my legs move.

"That's a good slut!"

Dontrell moaned as he pushed his huge cock into my wife's face, groaning as she struggled to take as much into her mouth as possible. Given his size, that wasn't much, but from the way he was moaning, it must have felt great. Dontrell wanted more, however, and pushed his cock even further back until my once faithful wife was gagging on the massive length, coughing up spit onto the huge shaft and down her chin. Still, she never attempted to pull back, wanting to please her young stud. She kept feeding that cock into her face until I thought she was going to pass out!

Finally, he let my Karen up for air, pushing her forcefully onto her back. Spreading her legs wide, he began to push his cock into my wife's pussy.

"Oh, God! Dontrell, your cock is so big! I've never had one so big before!"

I felt humiliated as I heard Dontrell laugh.

"Yo little white hubby ain't got a big enough cock for ya, does he slut?"

"Not anymore! Push that big cock inside of me! C'mon Dontrell, fuck me! I want to feel the whole thing!"

I was light-headed, the sound of my wife spewing profanities at her black lover ringing in my ears. I began to turn from the door when I felt a presence behind me. Suddenly, I was pushed up against the doorframe, smooth hands reaching around me, encircling my waist. I heard a soft voice in my ear.

"Like what you see, Daddy?"

I said nothing, stunned speechless by the presence of my stepdaughter rubbing her firm body against my back. Her wet tongue reached out and flicked my ear.

"Don't be so surprised, Daddy." Melody whispered. "I knew you were there yesterday, and I knew you'd be back. I thought this was a good time for Mom and my boyfriend to have a little talk. D-Train sure knows how to carry on a conversation, doesn't he?"

"Yeah, bitch, I'm finna fuck you now!"

Dontrell shoved his cock deep into Karen's quivering body. I moaned softly, my humiliation complete. My wife spread her legs even farther, opening herself wide to allow more of Dontrell's length to disappear into her wet cunt.

"Mom likes that cock. Who wouldn't, am I right, Daddy?"

Melody laughed, sliding her hand down to my crotch. She noticed my cock was stiff, rubbing against the fabric of my pants.

"Looks like you like it too, don't you, Daddy? I knew you would."

She unzipped my jeans. I tried to move and her voice became cold.

"Don't you move, Daddy! If you do, I'll let everyone know how much you like to watch a big black cock fuck your wife. You and Mom won't be able to go out in this town anymore."

I couldn't believe the evil girl my stepdaughter had become. She had set this up, knowing that I would see Karen with her black boyfriend, knowing that it would excite me. She had my pants pulled down. She began to rub my cock roughly in her hand.

On the bed, Karen was now on her hands and knees, humping vigorously against her black lover, screaming in passion. Dontrell had a hand on her ass, keeping her steady as he plowed her into the mattress.

"OH GAWD! YEAH! FUCK ME, DONTRELL! YOU'RE SO FUCKING GOOOOD!"

"That's right, Mrs. Coulson. From now on you finna let me fuck yo daughter anytime I want, ain't ya?"

"YES! YES! ANYTHING!"

"And I'ma fuck you any time I want, ain't that right slut?"

"YES! FUCK ME ANYTIME! DO IT!"

"What about your wimp husband?"

"HE CAN'T FUCK ME LIKE THIS! I WANT A REAL MAN!"

"Hear that, Daddy?" Melody whispered, "so much for true love."

My stepdaughter stroked me harder. Despite the nausea I was feeling, my cock began throb uncontrollably. Suddenly, I squirted my load against the wall. Melody let go of my weeping cock, wiping her hand on the back of my shirt.

"Well, Daddy, I hope you liked that. From now on, you're gonna have to screw yourself."

With that she slapped me on the ass and walked away, my pathetic cock shriveled and useless. In my bedroom, my cheating wife was having a very vocal orgasm.

"OH FUCK! YEAH, I'M CUMMMMMMING, BABY! DON'T STOP! FUCK ME WITH THAT NIGGA DICK! FUCK ME WITH THAT NIGGA DICK! FUCK! YEAHHHHH!"

"I'm cumming too, bitch, right in your sweet married pussy!"

"YESSS! FUCK THAT CUM INTO THAT PUSSY! FUCK, YEAH! THAT PUSSY'S YOURS NOW, BABY! GIVE ME THAT LOAD!"

Dontrell couldn't hold back anymore. I watched as his ass tensed, emptying his huge balls of every drop of his seed. After what seemed like an hour he pulled out, his cock covered with cum. He rubbed the thick head against my wife's creamy ass, leaving a slimy trail of goo.

I slunk away from the door, my wife's cries of lust still echoing down the halls of our once happy home. I left my house and wound up in a bar, getting drunk. I don't know what to do now. My wife and stepdaughter are both slaves to that black bastard's cock. They could even be pregnant.

I ordered a Lagavulin single malt and dumped it down my throat, then held up a finger, signaling to the bar tender that I need another.