All characters in sexual situations are fictional and 18 years of age and older.
Today I brought my new study partner home to work on an assignment for our A&P lab. I have been trying to get my daddy's attention since for a very long time, probable since I realized what a good man he was while I was growing up. Hearing all my girlfriends talking about how hot he was one day around graduation, I realized I have always loved him on a level I shouldn't. I would fantisize about him watching me and get off to thoughts of men "like" him often. My final summer at home before I moved into the dorms for college I tried all I could to get his attention. I have always been a curvy girl; I'm 5'4" with 34DDD tits, full hips with a nice hour glass figure and sandy blonde hair. This summer I really started to flaunt my assets, short shorts around the house, tight tanks...showing off as best I could to see if I could get a reaction that he noticed me but he didn't seem to ever notice.
I started classes in the fall and only came around a few days a month (usually to get some laundry or ask daddy for money) but this day, I figured I would up my game and bring my study partner over with me to work. I walked into my parents house with Jamal, a 6'4" large black man, my daddy took first notice of who walked through the door with me and gave a bit of a sour face as we headed down stairs to the family room to get to work. What started as innocent studying soon turned into some flirty behavior. The fact that my daddy was within ear shot of the talking made me even more excited. At one point Jamal leaned over the top of my shoulder to get a look at some notes I had and commented pretty loudly how it was hot that I had looks and brains. Playfully I pushed his arm but he didn't move at all. He was a man of stature. Not too muscular that he looks like he spends all his time at the gym but athletic and strong. His arms were large and bulging a bit from his t-shirt. When I looked up at him I confessed that part of why I brought him to my parents place is that my dad wasn't very open to men of color the entire time I grew up and I really wanted to get under his skin. Jamal was only too happy to help me make the most of our time. He reached over, grabbing my hand and put it in his crotch, asking if I had any other experiences with black dudes before. Even soft, he was definitely the biggest cock I had ever felt. I admitted that he would be my first BBC and the smirk that curled on his face said I was in for a wild ride.
My daddy came down stairs to "check" laundry but I know he was secretly checking to see what we were up to. I must have forgotten he was around because of the excitment I was facing. I vaguely rememeber him walking back through the familyroom but I do not distinctly remember him going upstairs. If I am being honest, I didn't really care at this point. I hope he watched what was happening under his roof, afterall, it was partially his fault. He was so strict with his rules growing up, now I am going to live a little and get a full college experience.
I glanced back at my hand on his bulge. As Jamal's cock started to get hard, I coulndn't believe how it kept growing. I needed to see his cock. I slid off the couch and had him stand. Eye level with his hidden meat I pulled down his shorts, the giant slab of meat that sprung out was the most incredible, thick thing I have seen. He was atleast 10" of shaft. I reached for it with my excitement. My fingers couldn't touch when I put my hands around it. Was I seriously going to be able to do anything with this giant cock?! God I was so excited and my pussy was growing so wet. I was enjoying stroking and studying this hot chocolate dick, running my fingers over his head, rubbing the little drops of pre-cum all over it. Salivating with the urge to taste with my daddy upstairs. He told me it was for more than just rubbing and grabbed the back of my head and made me look up at him. His throbbing black shaft was rigid in my hand as I looked up. He nodded and said be a good girl. He positioned himself then shoved his cock into my open mouth. It was a struggle at first with his girth to get my lips around it. Once he was well lubed with my spit, I started to really bob my head up and down as far as I could. I used to not like sucking cock but today I was hungry for it. His cock was massive and so much more than I could fit in my mouth. The more I sucked the more addicted I became to this BBC. I became like a woman possessed, I stroked his shaft with slobber running down my chin and I gagged on his monster cock. As I was sucking and stroking, Jamal's hands reached down and pulled my tanktop over my head. As I lifted my head for it to be removed, I thought I caught a glimps of someone out of the corner of my eye, but that just fueled my excitement. I went back to trying to take his cock deeper down my throat. Choking and gagging. Knowing any moment my daddy could come back and see his little girl worshiping this huge black cock was thrilling to say the least. Jamal was exploring my body now exposed and his hands were so large that even my DDD tits seemed small as he gropped them. I felt like a total slut was being born in that moment. Sure I had been with a few other (white) guys but none of them compared to the thrill that was going down my spine in this moment.
