Author's Note:
Helloooo - I'm so excited to post my second story here. I received some great (and not so great) feedback on my first story that inspired me to write this one. I hope you enjoy - and if you don't, you'll probably tell me lol.
Sidenote - I mention raceplay in my trigger warning below, but I also want to state up here (to really emphasize this point) that I use the N-word throughout the story. If that makes you uncomfortable or upset feel free to exit out my story. : )
TW !!!
Corruption kink
Daddy kink
Raceplay
[All characters in this story are 18+]
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The last thing John expected to find in his adopted daughter's room was a diary full of worshiping words for his cock.
Page after page was filled with her dirtiest desires. Different ways she wanted - in her words - her "white Daddy to break her." She described how she knew he was big judging by the bulge in his sweatpants or the way it looks when he man-spreads on the couch. Way bigger and stronger than any of the older white men she'd seen in naughty porn videos. How beautiful his cock must be. Such a big, veiny, and pale cock perfect for throating practice. She even dreamed of her Daddy's soft cock resting in her little mouth while laying in bed; feeling it slowly come to life, growing to its full monstrously large size, stretching her plump brown lips open wide to accommodate her father's girthy rod in her small wet mouth. How she'd moan in delight, suckling her white Daddy's lengthy pole for dear life, milking her father until he'd emptied every last drop of his seed down her young throat.
John was completely taken aback. He would have never guessed the depraved lust his sweet black adopted daughter had for him. Little Aliyah had never so much as hinted at wanting something so perverse. The two didn't even have a super close relationship, she was much more of a girls-girl with her mother than a Daddy's girl. But the 100 some-odd pages of horny desire oozing from each page of her diary did more than suggest she wanted to be Daddy's little girl. There was no denying it - his daughter wanted him.
Just reading through it gave him such a sick twisted feeling. He wanted to stop. Everything in him was telling him he should stop, put the diary back under her pillow and pretend he never saw a thing. Never think about or speak a word of this discovery, but he just couldn't manage to look anywhere but the pages in front of him. He was captivated by his innocent babygirl's corrupt thoughts. He couldn't believe the little girl he'd watched grow up before his eyes had such a filthy mind. Let alone a filthy mind all for him. All for her white Daddy.
She went on about wanting to be with a white man for the first time. How she wanted her first white man to be her Daddy. How only his cock could satisfy her horny cunt better than any other man could attempt. How safe she'd feel underneath him as he thrust into her, fucking into her sweetly, kissing her neck and forehead with so much care. Letting the sounds of their body's and moans mix until they both climaxed and collapsed in complete bliss.
Aliyah's yearning was otherworldly. John could barely catch his breath. He flipped through several more pages and discovered an entry titled "Daddy's little nigger-princess." He was so caught off guard by the slur, that he had to stop and re-read the title over again. Slowly. And then once more to ensure he wasn't completely bugging. If he thought her previous diary entries were dirty, this one was completely vile. In this entry little Aliyah imagined her Daddy dressing her up as a pretty house slave, taking her out on a sweet carriage ride around his big plantation, before ravishing her young body in a cotton field, filling her belly with his hot seed. All the while calling her a litany of both sweet and disgusting degrading names: cunt, nigger-slut, nigger-whore, nigger-princess, babyslut, babygirl, angel, darling, to name a few.
All so degrading, awful, and alluring. John thought of himself as a rather stand-up guy. He'd never in a million years imagine using any of those words to describe a black person, let alone his daughter. He'd never even thought about his daughter in such a disturbing way, and yet he couldn't deny his rock-hard cock firmly pressing against his jeans.
This was all so wrong. So unbelievably wrong, he knew it, and yet it didn't stop him from digging through his daughter's dirt hamper and pulling out a pair of Aliyah's worn cotton white panties. He took a whiff of his little girl's underwear. Her scent was absolutely intoxicating. His cock grew even larger, and even more frustrated, desperately wanting to be free from the denim fabric that restrained it. John hated himself, but he couldn't stop. He sat at the edge of his daughter's bed and frantically unzipped his jeans, taking hold of his massive cock. He reached over to his daughter's bedside table and pulled out her cocoa butter scented lotion from the drawer. Without thinking, he doused his girthy member with the bottle of lotion, then wrapped his babygirl's delicate cotton white panties around his cock. Furiously masturbating to the thought of his daughter, his good little nigger-princess bouncing up and down on her Daddy's big white cock. Her deliciously big ebony tits bouncing in his face. He wanted her so bad. He needed her. He needed to show her what a real man's cock looked like. What it felt like to be fucked so hard and so lovingly by a man.
"MMM...FUCK! Take this dick, Aliyah. I know you want it babygirl. Take Daddy's big white dick in your little black cunny nigger!"
John's grunts and moans filled his daughter's bedroom. He wanted to jackhammer his little girl's pussy with all his might. Give her everything she needed from her Daddy.
"OOO, fuck...yes princess. Hold still baby, Daddy's gonna plant his seed inside you, put a mixed baby in you....ya...oh...ohh, oh, FUCK!"
His orgasm rocketed through his body. His cock erupted an ungodly amount of cum all over his daughter's panties, but he didn't care. He continued stroking his girthy shaft, looked over at Aliyah's nightstand, and picked up her diary once more, pushing out the last burst of his sticky wet desire for his daughter all over the pages. John then collapsed on his daughter's bed, falling asleep peacefully between his little girl's stuffed animals.
***
Aliyah was beyond excited to finally be home. She loved her retail job but hated dealing with pushy and demanding customers. They could really bring her mood down, but clocking out and seeing the dog adoption at the local pet shop across the street cheered her right back up again.
She bound up the stairs to her bedroom, humming a SZA song all the way. Her mom was away on business, and her Daddy wasn't supposed to be home until later that evening so Aliyah figured she could relax and sneak in a few episodes of Love Island before her father came home and made her read a book or something.
For a guy in his early 40s, he could really be a stick-in-the-mud about reading, but even if she groaned and protested she loved him anyway. She could never hate her Daddy, he always wanted the best for her.
Aliyah skipped through the second-floor landing of her home. Her plaid pleated pastel blue skirt flowed with each jump, her tits bobbing in her tiny white shirt. Aliyah flung her bedroom door open swiftly. Only to find her Daddy passed out on her bed - which was weird. Her Daddy wasn't supposed to be home for hours, and even if he did come home early why would he sleep in her room? She took a few steps further into the room. Quietly. Padding her feet along the carpeted floor, so as not to wake her father, but the more she walked the more mortified she became. Her Daddy wasn't just sleeping on her bed, he was sleeping on her bed with his cock out. Aliyah felt her cheeks get very hot and embarrassed. She had always wanted to see her Daddy's dick, but she never imagined it would be like this. She wanted to marvel at the sight, how beautiful and big it was in its natural flaccid state, but she shook the daydreaming from her head. That could never happen. Would never happen. More importantly, she needed to focus.
Why was Daddy here?
She walked closer to the bed, "Daddy? Daddy...wake up. Why are...What the FUCK!?"
And then she saw it.
The cocoa butter, her panties, her diary. All coated in her father's cum.
John shot up from his sleepy position. Wildly whipping his head around before his eyes settled on his daughter, much to his horror.
"Oh shit," he muttered.
"What did you do!? Why...What the fuck Daddy!?"
"Aliyah, I'm so sorry, I-I can explain," he stammered, his dick still freely flopping out of his jeans.
Aliyah snatched her diary from her bedside. Slamming it shut and holding it close to her chest. Causing her father's gooey semen to splatter onto her chin and curly afro hair.
