To start from the beginning I met my ex-wife, Michelle, through a friend. She was a gorgeous 22 year old with big tits, round ass, and my favorite, auburn hair. I fell for her right away and offered to marry her and welcomed her 3 year old daughter as part of the package.
Michelle and I had a great relationship and even better sex life. We fucked often and had a blast trying every different position in the book. I enjoyed raising my step daughter as well, as her biological father was a dead beat that skipped the country.
After about 4 years of marriage my wife started acting very bizarre. She would get pissed off for no reason, she was impossible to reason with, and worst of all, wouldn't have sex. I only put up with that for about 6 months and decided to file for divorce. I hated losing my step daughter but I couldn't live with her mother.
Over the next 9 years or so I still helped out my former step daughter when she needed things. It turned out her mother had some mental issues and she was trying hard to be a normal girl. I didn't see her much at all but I would send her money for clothes, or volleyball registration, and things such as that.
When she was a senior in high school she called me and told me that her mother was being admitted into a psychiatric facility and she needed a place to live. She was 18 and could make her own decisions, but needed some stability to finish high school and prepare for college. Of course I welcomed her to come live with me. I was still single and had a 3 bedroom house with plenty of space.
I hadn't seen Lauren in a couple years so when she showed up I was taken aback. My had she developed nicely! Lauren had that same auburn hair as her mother, full and firm C cup tits, a small waist with nice full hips, and a tight round ass. I had to consciously take control over my eyes to keep them from roaming up and down her body. I showed her to her room and assured her that she is welcome to stay as long as she wishes.
Lauren was rarely home since she played sports, was on the honor society, and belonged to drama club. She was very clean, neat, and quiet when she was home so she was a great roommate.
One day I took my dirty clothes into the laundry room and saw that Lauren had left a basket of clothes on the floor by the dryer. I couldn't help but notice several pairs of sexy panties lying on top of the pile. I put my clothes into the washer but never took my eyes off her under garments.
When I had started the washer I reached down and picked up a pair of lacy bikinis. Without even thinking about it my cock jumped in my pants and began to fill with blood. I played with them in my hand a bit then put them back and grabbed another pair. These were also bikinis but made of cotton and had the words "hot stuff" across the ass. My cock was almost fully erect now as I pictured her luscious ass in them. Sifting through the pile I found thongs and French cut as well. I pulled my cock out right there and jerked off while feeling her panties. I shot a powerful load into the laundry room garbage can, put her panties back, and went about my day.
After that I looked for opportunities to find her panties. When I saw a pair and she wasn't home I would look them over, picture them on her, and jack off. Eventually I got a little more curious and I went in her room to look for the dirty ones. I wanted to smell her scent on them. I found a pair that was still damp in the crotch and brought them up to my nose. I deeply sniffed in the smell of her pussy. My cock was as hard as a 17 year old and I jacked off while licking and smelling her dirty panties.
After that day I have to admit I was obsessed with her dirty panties. Every single chance I had I jerked off while tasting and sniffing her fragrance from her dirty laundry. Sometimes I would get lucky and Lauren would pop in after volleyball practice to change and head right back out for the next activity. As soon as the door shut I would be in the pile of clothes she had just removed pulling her dirty sweaty panties out and bringing them to my face as I cranked out yet another load of spunk. Occasionally I would shoot my load into the crotch of them as some sort of kinky secret.
This went on for the rest of her senior year and into the summer. I would never cross a line physically with Lauren but I sure loved using her panties as jack off material.
So now that you have the background here's the real story.
I texted Lauren on the way home from a late work day and asked what time she would be home. I told her I wanted to know when to have dinner ready but truthfully it was so I knew if I had time to dig through her dirty clothes basket. She had told me 8 so as soon as I got home I dropped my pants and underwear and tossed them into my room as I made my way to Lauren's bedroom. I went into her room and pulled some dirty panties out of her basket. So there I stood naked from the waist down with my dick standing at attention and a musky pair of her panties mashed against my nose and one wrapped around my dick. I had smelled her panties so many times I swear I could pick her scent out of a pussy line up while blindfolded. Suddenly I heard a mans voice.
"What the fuck are you doing motherfucker?" A man asked.
I startlingly turned around to see a black man standing in Lauren's doorway. He stood over 6' tall and had a muscular build. He was wearing a pair of basketball type shorts, a tank top, a ball cap, and had a pistol in his hand.
I froze. "You must have the wrong house." I said somewhat scared but thinking maybe he was accidentally in the wrong house. "Who did you want to talk to?" I must have sounded like an idiot and I surely looked like one being naked from the waist down with Lauren's panties up to my face and on my cock.
"Well I'm actually here to rob you fuck face. Y'all white people are into some weird shit. You smelling your daughters dirty panties?" He asked with a disgusted look on his face.
"Well, she's my...step daughter...and actually not even that. You see..." I was stuttering and trying to comprehend what was happening when he interrupted.
"Whatever bitch. I don't care. Just show me where the good shit is and I'll be on my way." The large man demanded. "Don't make me use this either." He said holding the pistol up.
"I'll give you what I have man just please don't hurt me." I pleaded. "Can I set these down and take you to my office?" I said referring to the panties.
"Yeah let's go." the thug said.
I asked if I could grab my pants and was denied. So I walked to my office with the man following me. I sat in my office chair and opened a drawer and pulled out my lock box. I opened the lock box and handed him the $2500 cash I kept on hand in case of emergency.
"That's all I have here." I told him. "Will you please leave now?" I sincerely asked.
By now my cock had returned to limp and even receded a little into me from the adrenaline pumping given the situation. I stood up to show the man out, or so I thought.
"Holy shit! Look at that little white dick!" The thief said laughing. "It must be embarrassing having to pull that out in front of a lady. Don't you wish you had this?" He said as he pulled down his shorts with his pistol hand and grabbed his beefy black cock by the base with his other hand.
I looked at his cock and my eyes bugged out of my head. I had never seen a cock that long and thick in person before. He must have been 9" soft. And its shaft was dark and veiny while the head was light skinned. I couldn't help but stare and wonder what it must be like to wield such and weapon. I must have looked too long.
"Oh, you like that big black cock don't you white boy?" The criminal asked rhetorically.
I told him I didn't like anything of his and would like him to leave. But my cock told a different story. As I was examining his black anaconda my own smaller white dick had poked back out and started refilling with blood.
"Yeah right! That little white willy of yours told me you liked what you saw. Why don't you come over here and get a closer look?" The man asked but we both knew he wasn't asking.
"Look man, I've got adrenaline pumping right now and I can't control what's happening to my..." I was interrupted again.
"Get the fuck over here and get on your knees white motherfucker." He said angrily while pointing the pistol at me.
I walked across the room and got on my knees in front of the man. His black cock seemed even more impossibly big from this close. He grabbed his prick again and slapped my face with it. Hard! And then again.
I recoiled from the pain of his heavy dick slapping my face. Now he held the gun by my ear and grabbed my head and pulled me into his cock and balls. His balls were as impressive as his cock. They were massive and hung there like clock weights.
"Suck it!" He commanded. "You white motherfuckers wanna get weird we'll get weird."
With the gun by my ear I knew I had no choice but to suck his dick. His dick was hard now but didn't stand up like mine probably from gravity pulling on the massive weight of it. I reached one hand to his cock and aimed it towards my mouth and put my lips on the head. I smelled his manly scent and tasted a hint of saltiness, possibly precum but probably sweat.
"Suck it white boy! You white motherfuckers belong on your knees in front of a black man!" He yelled as he pushed the barrel of the gun harder against my head.
I slide my mouth past the head and onto the shaft of his cock. My mouth was spread wide with his thick man meat inside. I couldn't go that far before it hit the back of my throat so began to bob on the portion I could take.
"Get it wet white bitch! I want to see my cock shining with your spit!"
I allowed my saliva to run out of my mouth onto his cock and I kept bobbing on his crank. The hand I had holding at the base was now sliding up and down his shaft spreading my spit along its length.
Just then I heard Lauren say, "Ron? What's going on?"
Lauren had gotten home and came in without either of us hearing her. And what a find. Her former step-dad on his knees sucking the biggest black cock in the county. And if she didn't see the gun it probably looked like I was doing it voluntarily.
"Get the fuck in her bitch!" The black man said to Lauren pointing the gun at her. "And drop your phone right there."
Lauren dropped her phone to the ground and walked into my office and sat in my chair.
