I've always loved being a cock tease. I was a cheerleader, gymnast, and even went to dance classes, all in order to sculpt, tone, and train my body so that every boy who looked at me wanted me. From the second I turned eighteen I knew that I wanted to be looked at as a sex goddess. With my long raven black hair, deep blue eyes, cute little tits, and rockin legs and ass I made it my goal to turn the heads of every boy who happened to glance my way. I dated jocks, rich boys, and even flirted with other girls. Everyone wanted to fuck me, and I absolutely loved the attention, but not just anyone was getting me. I had tons of boyfriends, and my own little click of girl pals that were always at my beck and call, but I always felt like I was looking for something special; not that I didn't string them all along for fun of course.
In my daddy's eyes, I was his princess. He had no clue just how twisted my mind was, and how much I reveled in driving boys crazy. He bought me everything my heart desired, and all it would take was a little pout for him to stop everything going on in his world in order to see to my needs. It absolutely would have killed him to discover his little angel was anything but an innocent little darling, which makes it all the more ironic that it was actually his actions that changed everything.
It was during winter break, my senior year, and we were having thanksgiving dinner with the whole family at our house. I was wearing this adorable little sweater that showed just a tiny hint of belly button, designer jeans, tennis shoes, and some of those goofy little reindeer antlers. As the family started to show up I was at my daddy's side with my biggest brightest smile. Nobody had any clue, but I had no panties on under my jeans, and it made me feel wicked to be so bad.
Uncles, aunts, grandparents who couldn't help but comment on how beautiful I was becoming, and more cousins than I could count crowded into our home as I answered the door per daddy's request and greeted them each with big hugs and kisses. We were just about to sit down to dinner, when our final guest arrived, and as I opened the front door to greet them I froze.
Standing on the front stoop, towering over me like a giant, stomping the snow off his size 18 boots was the most enormous black man I had ever seen. His skin was like dark chocolate, his sweater was straining against the most muscular body I had ever seen, and the smile he hit me with was like raw power defined. He smelled like salted caramel, his eyes were fucking hypnotic, and although it must have been negative five degrees outside I felt this impossible heat coming off him and bathing my body in its aura. He was fucking gorgeous.
"Isac!" My dad brushed past me as he welcomed our new guest at the door, ushering him in and introducing him around to everyone. As he did I followed their progression, still in shock and unable to take my eyes off Isac's perfectly sculpted ass. I felt as though I had never before seen a real man, and now that I had all sorts of feelings were rushing through my body.
As it turned out Isac was an old buddy of my father's from back in his high school football days. While dad had retired his jersey, Isac had gone on to play pro ball, and now worked as an assistant coach for a college up state. He'd served a tour of duty in the marines when he wasn't dominating the football field, never been married, and had quite a bit of money due to some investments he'd made in his youth. All of that was impressive as hell, but I was still struck dumb by his fuckin bod.
Isac joined us for dinner, and as with most things in his life he dominated the conversation. For my own part I could just sit there, fidgeting with my stuffing as I stared across the table at this monster of a human being who had come into our home. I must have been staring, but even if I'd realized it I doubt I could of stopped. Every now and then as Isac was speaking he would glance my way, and when he did, and our eyes met I felt as though my entire body was going to burst into flame. I'd spent my young life teasing boys, girls, and always playing it cool, but this was something different. My pussy was so wet I felt like I might slip out of my chair.
After dinner my mother served coffee, the family gathered in the living room next to the fireplace, and everyone began to mingle and catch up on things that they hadn't gotten to at dinner. The house was jam packed; with two aunts, an uncle, and three cousins staying with us for the holidays, but my father announced that he'd offered to let Isac stay in our guest bedroom as well. That was more than I could handle.
Since my jeans were fairly soaked through, and I was having trouble hiding it, I excused myself to head up stairs and change. I had to gather my wits and figure out how I was going to get through the holidays with this black God living among us. I'd been screwed out of my bedroom; forced to share it with two cousins, so I grabbed a fresh pair of bottoms and made my way down to the upstairs bath to change. I was closing the door behind me when a huge hand slid in and stopped it, then as if he owned the place, Isac stepped right into the bathroom along with me and pulled the door shut as he did.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" I demanded, taking a step back as he moved right along with me, pinning me to the bathroom sink.
"Just wanted to get you alone for a minute baby." Isac purred. He was looking at me like a predator, and placed one hand on the sink beside my hip as he leaned in close. His scent was even stronger here in close quarters, and the heat coming off of him was unreal. When he smiled at me I felt my body tremble, but I didn't faulter. For a long minute he looked my body up and down, licking his lips like I was a juicy steak and he intended to devour me.
"I... I'm not your baby. What the fuck dude? You can't just... I'll tell my dad." I actually put up a hand and tried to push him back, but when it came in contact with his abdominals it was like pressing against a brick wall. I couldn't believe how ripped he was, and almost absentmindedly I started to feel hiss muscles beneath his sweater. I stopped when I realized what I was doing, pulling my hand away as though I'd been burned, and it was all I could do to keep from blushing as I looked him in the eye.
"We don't got a lot of time." He said, whispering to me as he moved in even closer. "Your dad is telling some old football stories, but you waistin time playin." As he spoke he reached out and grabbed my wrist. I dropped my spare jeans to the floor and was powerless to resist as he drew my hand to the crotch of his jeans and pressed it against his bulge.
"Hey... Don't..." I said in a totally half assed protest. He could tell, and as he put his bulging sex in my hand I closed my fingers around it like it was the most natural thing in the world to do. Fuck! It was like a baseball bat, hanging down one leg of his jeans and along his inner thigh. I felt his big dick twitch in my hand, and my entire body responded as I desperately searched along its endless length. He must have been a foot long and change, and he wasn't even hard. "You... You... We... That can't be all you." I felt myself whimper.
He responded with a smile, taking a half step back and reaching for his belt. I was frozen once again in awe as he undid his jeans and unzipped, pushing them down over his hips and opening the front of them. He just looked at me. It wasn't his job to pull it out, it was mine, and so I reached out, hypnotized by his power, and slid my hand inside his boxers.
"Oh fuuuuuuuuck!" I gasped, hauling his dick out as I watched inch after thick black leathery inch slide free into view. When the swollen knob of his monstrous cock finally appeared, the whole thing flopped out against my wrist and belly. It was so fuckin big between us that it created a bridge, sagging in the middle of it's length as the peach sized knob found a cozy spot to snuggle in my belly button, and just like that, on instinct and lust alone, I began to stroke it.
