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Daddy's Little Whore
Copyright 2006-2009 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for
adults only. rache696@yahoo.com

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm  -- visit my website and take a
free ride on the ferris wheel! (batteries not included) -- There are
12 chapters to this story and if you can't find them here, find them
there.

Synopsis: Fifteen year old Samantha is her father's pride and joy, but
not having a mom means she's had to grow up fast. After hooking up
with a black man who knows how to talk innocent white girls into doing
the things they shouldn't, Sammie hatches a desperate plan to win back
her freedom and steal the heart of the only man she truly loves.
Story Codes: M/f, M+/f+, f/f, Romance, Oral, Anal, Prost, Reluct, Drug
Use, Size, First, Mast, Incest, WS, Spanking

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Daddy's Little Whore
By rache

Chapter One: Deke's Phreak



"Good morning, Daddy!" I smiled brightly as he walked into the
kitchen. I always made breakfast for him.

"Hey, Sammie." He always called me that, everyone did. My real name is
Samantha.

"Hmmm...Hold on..." I clucked my tongue and fixed my dad's necktie while
he looked down at me. You'd think a 42 year old man could tie his own
tie, but half the time I had to redo it for him. I think he liked the
attention.

"Thanks." He made a little face as he watched my fingers.

"Uh-huh," I nodded, kinda rolling my eyes. When I had it just right, I
smoothed it down his chest like I always did.

"I don't have time to eat, Sam. I'll pick up a donut or..." he started
saying, but then Daddy saw the look on my face and decided to sit
down.

"That's what I thought," I said, smiling as I sat down with him.

"There should be a law against morning people," he grumbled and not
for the first time. Daddy didn't have to eat very much anyway, toast
and grapefruit, some orange juice and a little coffee. I knew his
stomach didn't wake up until noon.

"There should be a law against homework too, Daddy." I was eating
Cheerios and doing my math homework. I always saved that for last
because it was easiest.

"So what are you doing today?" he asked me, like he usually did, since
this twenty minutes or so was our quality father-daughter time
together, at least on the weekdays. Things were usually better on the
weekends.

"The usual," I shrugged. "I'm gonna stay over at Jen's after school
though, remember? Spend the night."

"Yeah," Daddy nodded and we'd already talked about that. "Here..." he
reached into his wallet and pulled out thirty dollars. "In case you
need it."

"Kay." I glanced at the money. "I'll leave you something in the fridge
for dinner. What are you doing tonight?"

"The usual," he shrugged. "Watch the ballgame, fall asleep on the
couch, you know." He smiled, but he wasn't kidding either.

"You need a girlfriend, Dad." I looked at him, kind of making a face.

"What do I need a girlfriend for?" He chuckled lightly. "I've got
you."

"Yeah, for breakfast, but you need something to do at night," I told
him. "You need some companionship. Fall asleep with someone for a
change."

"Samantha!" My dad looked suitably shocked that his fifteen year old
daughter might suggest, even in the most subtle way, that he should
get laid.

"What?" I stared at him and then smiled so that he would too. "You
need a girlfriend, that's all I'm saying."

"Yeah." Daddy shrugged, but he didn't say anything more about it and I
let it go.

My mom had died when I was born. I'd almost died too, but I hadn't,
and I was pretty glad about that. Someone had to take care of my dad.
I didn't mind it either. Cooking and cleaning was pretty okay for me.
I even took care of the bills. I'd gotten good at that stuff and I
think my dad felt a little guilty about it, but he knew his
limitations too. He was a good engineer and provided us with a good
life, but he really needed a wife to be complete.

He was a good looking man too, for being in his forties like that.
Tall with thinning brown hair, just a little receding hairline. A
pleasant face, healthy body, not thin, but not fat either. He looked
good naked, well half-naked anyway. I hadn't seen him completely naked
since I was just a toddler. And neither of us had any interest in
that. He was my dad and I was his wife for all practical purposes in
every part of the house except one...the bedroom. He respected mine and
I respected his, and I'd gotten the story about the birds and the bees
and that had been that.

I just wished he'd find a woman and get married, or at least live
together. Or if they couldn't do that, just sleep together a few
nights every week. I didn't think my father had gotten any sex since
before I was born. Really, as I sat there eating breakfast with him,
I'd have bet anything and everything that my dad hadn't made love to a
woman since he'd last slept with my mom.

I'd been having sex though, for over a year already, and it was my big
dark secret, for obvious reasons. Being thirteen and losing my
virginity hadn't been so bad. I mean, it had hurt a little, but
emotionally more than physically. It had turned out that the only
thing my boyfriend had wanted from me was my cherry, but I'd gotten
over that. I'd learned quickly that when a boy tells you he loves you...
Watch out! They're after something and it isn't hard to figure out
what.

I didn't really trust boys a whole lot anymore...Except my dad. I
trusted him and I guess I was falling into that old stereotypical
daughter thing of looking for a guy like Daddy to fall in love with.
Not that I really wanted to fall in love anyway. I'd done that with my
first boyfriend, the guy who'd broken up with me two days after
breaking my cherry. Love could wait. I just wanted to have fun now, as
much as I could, and still get good grades so I could go to a good
college. I'd have fun there while I got a good degree, and then find a
good job and then...I'd find a good husband.

By that time I'd be old enough to find a man just like my dad. See? I
had it all worked out!

The only thing I had to watch out for was the part about having fun.

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"Hey, baby. Where you going?" a guy said, hitting on me with a grin. I
rolled my eyes, slipping through the crowded living room.

We were at someone's house, but I had no idea whose. Jen knew a girl
who knew a guy who knew a guy, and we'd found ourselves at a party in
North Seattle, close to the University. Everyone was older than we
were, but they didn't act like it. I didn't act my age either though.
Most people didn't believe I was only fifteen years old, they thought
I was more like seventeen or even eighteen maybe. That's what growing
up without a mom does to a girl, I suppose. I didn't have a lot of
time for being childish or stupid, so I tended towards serious and
mature. That was a pretty cool turn on for the big kids who went to
the University.

But so was my body, I suppose, if you happened to be into well
developed teenaged girls. I wasn't tall or short, or too skinny or
anything, and I had nice boobs, really nice. They weren't huge, but
nice and full and they defied gravity the way a young woman's should,
and I never wore a bra. I hated those things with a passion. All my
height came from my legs too, which were long and smooth and toned
from dance classes every Saturday morning since I was five. I could
dance, believe me, I was just getting too big for it. I'd reached that
point where I either needed three more inches of height, or I dropped
about ten pounds of weight.

And I was never gonna be a ballerina anyway. Or a gymnast. And I'd
played with that idea until I was thirteen and a half. That's about
the time I'd grown up fast and gotten much too big and clumsy for the
balance beam. That seemed kinda too bad because I'd really liked
gymnastics a lot. I figured it would come in handy when I went out for
cheerleading next year in high school.

I did my thing that night though, the having fun part, and I'd dressed
for it. I had a secret stash of clothes at Jen's house because her
parents were the sort who respected a girl's privacy. I mean, my dad
did too, but not like Jen's parents who were old hippies from Haight-
Ashbury or someplace like that. They even smoked pot and gave some to
Jen, if you can believe that, telling her it was okay so long as she
did it in the house. Jen hated them, but she was always sort of
rebellious and wanted to be a Republican or something. She'd have
hated them no matter what they did. I liked them and I always told Jen
that she was lucky just to have two parents.

It isn't something to take for granted, trust me on that.

Anyway, I'd worn a really short blue skirt made out of silk, but
totally wrinkled like crepe. It looked cool and it really let people
see my legs, and more if I wasn't careful. It was so flimsy that if
the slightest breeze came along, I'd be pulling a serious Marilyn
Monroe. Not to mention sitting down. I wore matching blue panties
though, I mean exactly the same color as my skirt, which had taken
awhile to find at the mall, but it worked. If I forgot to cover up,
well, people catching a glimpse would just see more skirt, or so I
hoped. Showing off was one thing, but showing off...Yikes!

My blouse was more homemade than anything else. A black sleeveless t-
shirt that used to say 'I'm With Stupid' on the front, with big white
letters stretched tightly across my boobs and an arrow pointing down...
But I'd cut it off so that it just said 'I'm With' and nothing else.
I'd made a fairly straight hem around it, using some stretchy nylon
stuff, and that had been my project for Home Economics class. I'd just
gotten a B on it though, because it wasn't all that much of a project.
I mean, it wasn't even much of a shirt after that, but I liked the way
it hugged my tits.

It looked cool though and the material was thin enough, and tight
enough, so that my nipples pushed out the cotton even on those rare
occasions when they were soft. I think I was born with hard nipples.
And the bottom of my tits were often visible because the hem would
want to ride up a little. My little cut-off T-shirt showed a lot of
skin and together with the skirt it was like wearing a neon sign that
said 'Fuck me!' ...I thought it was cool. I wore some shoes with spiked
heels, not too high, but they were comfortable and open toed, and they
pushed my butt out nicely.

I have blonde hair, like whitish blond, almost platinum under the
right lights. I liked to color it though because my hair always looked
boring to me and I had some blue in it, just to match my skirt. I
liked to wear it loose, just below my shoulders and I was thinking of
getting a French curl or something, but those were expensive. My eyes
are blue, but not like my skirt, unfortunately. They're darker than
that, and big and round like I'm always surprised at life. I don't
like my eyes. I like my mouth though, since it's sort of small and
pouting. I have lips like Angelina Jolie. Seriously. Collagen bee
stung lips, and they didn't cost me a dime either. A small cute nose
and some high cheekbones. Yeah, I was pretty much irresistible when I
wanted to be.

It got me out of a lot of trouble, believe me. But looking good can
get a girl into trouble too; the hard part about growing up is
learning to tell the difference.

"Hmmm, yum yum yum..."

I'd been drifting around the party, not knowing anyone really, and
giving the guys their thirty seconds of fame trying to get my
interest. Usually thirty seconds was too long though, as a lot of the
guys were already drunk. I found that kind of disappointing, finding
out that boys didn't really change a whole lot between 9th grade and
college. They just got bigger, not smarter.

"Hey!" I smiled and sipped my drink, which was some sort of lemonade
with five or six different kinds of liquor in it.

They called it 'Bullfrog' and whatever it was, one glass was going to
do me in so I'd poured half of it into a rubber plant, or something.
It was green and sitting a pot full of dirt anyway. I'd probably
killed it. And I just walked around with my cup, avoiding the frequent
offers of a refill. I wanted to have fun and meet a guy I could like
for a few hours. I'd been drunk before and it hadn't been much fun at
all.

"Sup, baby?" He was black, but not Africa black, more like chocolate
black. Caribbean black. He had the Marley t-shirt to go with his skin
anyway, but thankfully not the dreadlocks.

"Just me." I smiled and held up my drink a little.

"Yes you are, mmm-mmmm..." He looked me up and down. "I'm gonna call you
super phreak wit' a P...cause you're super phine..."

"With a P?" I giggled and rolled my eyes. He looked cute though,
except the Snoop Dog act seemed a little over the top to me.

"You know it, baby!" He nodded and he had the biggest, whitest teeth
I'd ever seen on anyone.

"And so what are you? Super phly?" I grinned up at him, since he was
about six feet tall at least. "With another P?"

"Heh!" he grinned back at me. "You like that nigger talk?"

"I live in Bellevue," I giggled. "The only nigger talk I know is what
I see on TV."

"Yeah, me too." He laughed. "I'm Deke."

"I'm Sammie." I tilted my head. "Samantha."

"Sammie's cool. I'm an economics major, how about you?" He sounded
like a white guy now.

"I'm a fun major." I shrugged, looking around and wondering if it
wasn't time to drift some more.

"That's cool. Fun is cool," Deke said, "How about we go have some fun
in my car?" He was wearing jeans and the t-shirt and a loose denim
jacket. He reached into an inside pocket and pulled out a joint.
"Better than that stuff, I guarantee it."

I looked down at my drink. It really wasn't very good and getting a
little high did sound like fun.

"Sure," I nodded. "I just have to find my friend."

"Aw, he ain't gotta know bout us, baby!" he drawled Snoop style.

"He's a she and I don't wanna fall down on her, dog," I drawled back.

"We won't be that long, come on. We'll find her later," he insisted
gently, taking my hand and I shrugged, figuring he was probably right.

He led me outside and the cool night air came as a relief. It had been
hot and smoky in that house. I tossed my drink in the bushes and we
walked half a block up the street before Deke pulled out his keys,
turning off the alarm on a nice gold colored BMW with a little beep-
beep and a flash of the lights.

"Nice car," I smiled, wondering how a university kid could afford
wheels like that. We had a BMW at home and I knew exactly how much
they cost because I wrote the check every month, forging Daddy's
signature at the bottom because he'd forget otherwise.

"I told you, economics, baby." He smiled at me, opening the rear door
on the passenger side for me.

"Driving Miss Daisy?" I giggled.

"Huh? Hell no! Dis niggah don't drive nobody like dat niggah!" Deke
laughed as I got in. "Scoot over, there's more room back here."

There was a lot of room and he leaned between the seats, putting the
keys in the ignition so he could turn on the radio and drop the
windows a bit.

"There we go." He pulled out his joint and opened the ashtray, pushing
in the cigarette lighter. "Welcome to my crib, baby."

"Thanks. Wow!" I made like I was looking around. "All you need is an
Xbox."

"Nah, Xbox is for fools. That's George W. Bush pushing the New World
Order into the next generation."

"Is it?" I laughed. "And I figured you for a GTA pimp my ride kinda
guy."

"I'm pimpin, baby, no doubt," he said seriously. "But not my mind."

"You're gonna have to find a new line now though," I teased him.
"Obama's in the Black House."

"Shit!" Deke grinned at me. "He's white as you are, girl."

"Yeah right!" I laughed, not really knowing what to say. Truth was,
this was the longest conversation I'd ever had with a black guy. My
previous best had been 'I'd like a number three with a coke, please.'
at McDonald's.

"I'm serious..." The lighter popped and he pulled it, lighting the joint
with a bunch of quick puffs, starting the paper on fire briefly. Then
Deke sucked it deep, hissing a little as he handed it to me.

"About what?" I wondered, taking a small hit.

"How old are you, anyway?" he asked, his voice husky as exhaled
slowly.

"Fifteen." I shrugged, figuring there was no sense in lying about it.
Sometimes I did, but mostly I didn't. I'd never gotten kicked out of a
guy's car for being too young.

"No shit? I thought you were older. That's cool though," he nodded,
taking the joint back as I held the smoke for a few seconds. It was
good weed, really smooth. "I didn't figure you went to school here."

"Why not?" I asked, feeling just a little insulted for some reason,
like maybe I wasn't good enough for college or something.

"Cause." He took a puff and held the joint for a moment. "I'd have
seen you before."

I giggled and took the joint from him. "Yeah right! There's a zillion
girls around here." I took another hit, already feeling warm inside.

"Yeah, and I know all of 'em, believe me." He nodded and smiled. "It's
my job, baby. My mission."

"Your job, huh?" I laughed. "Knowing a bunch of girls pays for your
crib?"

"Hell, yeah." He took the joint back. "Pays for this fine ass pain
killer too. How you feeling?"

"Like my toes are on fire." I giggled, thinking that was pretty funny
for some reason.

"Let me see." He held the joint between his swollen lips and reach
down, grabbing my ankles and pulling my feet into his lap so I had to
turn my body.

"You the fire department now?" I took the joint back, pulling it from
Deke's mouth. I took another hit as he took off my shoes.

"Gimme that!" He laughed, taking the joint back and then putting it
out carefully in the ashtray. "Your toes start burning and you had
enough, girl. We don't need no spontaneous female combustion in my car...
Not like that, anyways."

"Mmmm...Okay." I nodded, just smiling away as Deke went to work on my
feet. "I heard that about you guys...Black guys..."

"What's that? We like fried chicken?" He had great hands, big hands,
and soft and warm.

I giggled. "No, well...Yeah..." I grinned. "That too...No, I mean about the
foot massage thing..."

"That ain't a black thing! That's a man thing." Deke chuckled. "A man
can't be a real man if he don't know da toe!"

"Know da toe?" I laughed out loud.

"Dat's right. You gotta know da toe if you wanna show da ho..."

"Show da ho what?" I couldn't stop giggling to save my life.

"Shhh..." he teased me. "What else you little rich white girls hear
about us poor black boys that is all fuckin' wrong?"

"Uhhh...You guys don't, um...Go down?" I offered, blushing a little, but
not very much. I felt way too comfortable and Deke was working my
calves sweetly now.

"We don't go...What? We don't go down? Shit, who told you that lie? We
go all the way! Downtown, baby! You get on with a brother and you on
the number 69 bus. You know what I mean?"

"I heard it was just the number 9 bus." I showed him my tongue. "And
I'd have to get a transfer if I wanted the full ride."

"Shit." He massaged my legs and I was getting butterflies as I watched
his dark hands in the dim light. "Get a transfer...You ever see that
Speed movie? That's us, baby. The 69 bus goin' downtown with no
brakes."

I laughed and shook my head. "Uh-huh, okay. How about you? What do you
guys hear about catholic schoolgirls like me?"

"You're catholic?" He grinned at me. "I hear all kinds of things about
you."

"Like what?" I spread my legs a little for him, knowing he couldn't
really get a good look at my panties, but not minding too much if he
did.

"Ummm..." Deke pushed his big lips out a little, cocking his head like
he was trying to decide if he was going to buy me. "You swallow, huh?"

"What?" I gasped in shock, leaning forward and then clapping my hands
and laughing. It was a good high.

"Catholic girls swallow, everybody knows that," he said, playing with
my knees. "Tell me I'm lyin."

"No, uh...You ain't lyin." I looked up like I was all guilty playing
innocent.

"See? We don't bullshit in the hood, baby."

"Yeah. Okay. Uh...What else?"

"Catholic girls like the dark meat."

"Like the dark meat?" I spread my legs just a little more. He'd
started rubbing my thighs and it felt good. "You mean, we like that
big, black..."

"Uh-huh..." Deke laughed. "Keep going...that big, black...

"...fat, hard..."

"...Yeah, baby...You know it..."

"...long, hot..."

"Mmmm...Say it..."

"...cock?" I gave him a well practiced look, real coy like I'd never
said that word before in my life.

"Oh yeah." He grinned, squeezing my pale thighs with his strong, black
fingers.

"I heard all you black guys were really, really big," I said. "That
true?"

"Everybody says so," Deke smiled. "You think they're makin' it up?"

"Weeelllll..." I laughed.

"Now, I can't speak for all my brothers, you understand, but..."

"But..." I rolled my hand.

"...but yeah, this nigger's hung, baby." He nodded, looking me in the
eye. "You don't wanna know what's waitin' for you down here!" Deke
rubbed his crotch for a moment, smiling as my eyes followed his hand.

"Waiting for me, huh?" I licked my lips.

"If you want it. If you're phreaky for it...If you ain't? Shit, I
understand. Little girl like you..."

"Little girl like me?" I frowned at him.

"Probably a virgin too!" He laughed at me, letting go of my leg with
his other hand and leaning back with his arms spread. "You oughta find
yourself a cute little white guy with freckles and shit, and..."

"I'm not a virgin," I said, feeling a little defensive, like I had
something to prove.

"Heh!" He shook his head.

"I'm not!"

"Some skinny ass white boy pop your cherry at sumer camp?"

"What?" I rolled my eyes. "I had boyfriends before!"

"You want a man friend, you let me know."

"They weren't little kids."

"Let's smoke some more weed," Deke said, reaching for the ashtray.

"I don't want to." I shook my head. "I want to fuck."

"Ohhh shit, girl! You got a button, huh?" He laughed. "Get in the
backseat, talkin' some smack, and you want it."

"Yeah," I nodded. "I want it."

"Well..." Deke shrugged. "Come and get it then. Let's see you get your
phreak on, baby."

I licked my lips nervously, but I felt more excited than scared. I
definitely wasn't anybody's little girl. This guy didn't know me. I
might have had sex with him anyway. I mean, it was fun just talking
and fooling around and getting high, and we'd been getting hot just
talking, but he'd found my button, sure enough. I was definitely gonna
do it now.

I'd been the woman of the house ever since I could remember and if it
had done nothing else for me, taking care of my dad had given me a
serious ego. This guy, this black guy who couldn't decide if he wanted
to be uptown or ghetto, was going to call me a little girl? A virgin?
I didn't think so! I was a grown woman masquerading as a fifteen year
old, life had made sure of that, and I was going to prove it.

Of course, I'd gotten higher than a kite off that weed too, so that
didn't help. But honestly, I think the outcome would have been the
same anyway. I've never been much for excuses.

I crawled over that big back seat, putting my left hand on Deke's hard
thigh and my right hand on top of the bulge in his jeans. There was
something down there, hidden away, big and not so hard yet. I moved my
face close to his and he let me kiss him. I mean, he didn't move an
inch. Deke was waiting for me like he expected it. Mostly guys
couldn't wait and I'd get smothered with their lips, but not Deke. He
stayed calm and just waiting on me. That seemed a little frustrating
and his confidence pissed me off even more. After my first boyfriend
had broken my heart, I'd been the one with confidence, determined
never to fall for the big lies again, and it had worked...Until now.

I'd never been with a black guy. Never wanted to. Not cause I had any
real prejudice or anything, I just didn't know any. I figured black
guys were like everybody else, good and bad and in between. Now I'd
met one and well, maybe I was prejudiced. I was kissing a black guy,
feeling his thick black lips on mine, pushing my little pink tongue
between them, into his warm wet mouth. It made me feel different,
different than being with a white guy. Like dirty, kinda, and I hate
admitting that.

There was nothing dirty about Deke. He was a good looking man, maybe
20 or 21 years old, I guess. He had a handsome face, short kinky hair,
and a great body. He smelled good too. He smelled like Irish Spring
and a little pot smoke. He had a hard body with muscular legs, a broad
chest and a firm stomach, and a nice ass that I'd taken the time and
effort to check out back in the house. He had a nice car, he could
talk like a normal person, and he was funny...But he was black. My dad
didn't have any black friends, and none my friends had any black
friends. I'd dated a Mexican guy once, well just for two days, but it
hadn't felt like this. I'd had sex with a Chinese guy, or only half
Chinese since his dad was Canadian. It hadn't felt like this either.

I was making out with a black guy and it was like...Perverted. Black on
white. All black guys wanted to do was fuck white girls. I'd heard
that one. They just wanted to put a black baby in a white girl's belly
to get even for a million years of slavery. I'd never owned a slave.
My grandparents had stepped off the boats a long time after the Civil
War and they hadn't owned slaves. I lived in freakin' Seattle, not
Alabama or someplace. So why was I feeling weird?

Once you go black, you'll never go back. I'd heard that before too,
from other little white catholic schoolgirls who had even less idea
than me what it meant. It was just something to say because everyone
knew black guys had huge cocks. Yeah, I'd heard that one as well and
for every big black dick there was probably a little one too. But even
if it was somehow true, I seriously doubted that would change my mind
about my own kind.

My own kind...That sounds dumb. But maybe that's the thrill of it. He
was black and I was white and if my Daddy ever found out what his
little girl was doing, he'd probably use the N word. And not in the
teasing, friendly way that I'd been using it with Deke, who'd brought
it up in the first place. It was okay to call a black guy a nigger if
he was rubbing your feet and sharing a joint and talking about how
much he loved riding that number 69 bus. Yeah...

"My nigger..." I whispered with a giggle, just because I could.

"Mmmm...I like the way you say that, bitch..."

"Bitch?" I kissed him hard and felt his big fat tongue filling my
hungry little mouth.

"Yeah, you gonna be my little white bitch now, baby." He brought his
hand up, grabbing at my left boob and giving it a nice squeeze.

"Oh yeah..." I sighed, massaging his cock through his jeans, "I'm your
bitch."

"Shit...You ain't fifteen." He kissed my mouth, sucking my pouting lips.
"Ain't no way you're fifteen."

Deke pulled my t-shirt up, just so it was above my breasts, and he
held them in his big hands, massaging my nipples with his thumbs while
I worked to free his penis. He'd lit a serious fire inside me and I
felt almost desperate to see what I was getting myself into. Or what
would be getting into me. Maybe. When I got his pants undone finally,
and reached inside, I gasped at the realization that he was bigger
than I'd ever imagined.

"Oh God..." I pulled his cock free. It felt like it weighed ten pounds
in my hand, semi-hard and maybe seven or eight inches long and as
thick as my wrist, I swear. It wasn't funny at all. He was
uncircumcised and I got down low, squinting in the weak light,
watching as the foreskin slipped back easily over the bulbous head.

"You like that, bitch?" He smiled at me; I could hear it in his
voice.

"It's huge," I said, the wonder plain as day in my voice.

I stroked it slowly with both hands and it lengthened even more. It
had to be ten inches long, maybe even a foot, but it wasn't like I had
a tape measure in my purse either. I wished I had one though, just so
I could say with certainty how large Deke truly was. That black
monster was easily the biggest cock I'd ever seen in my life, and it
quickly grew to hot and throbbing life. I wondered how it could get so
hard and straight. That thing was heavy!

"Suck on it...Go on...Eat some of that dark meat, baby," Deke said,
pushing my head down gently and urging me to kiss it.

I touched my lips to the head carefully, as if I expected it to burn
me or something, and to my surprise I found it was much like any other
cock I'd kissed up to that time. It was just black and big, that's
all, and even being black it didn't look all that different since it
was dark in the car anyway. It was just a big cock and I started
kissing and licking it all over. I sort of went a little crazy with
it, like I was starving or something.

"Ummmm...Slow down, girl...Shit, bitch...Watch the teeth...Damn!"

I was all over that cock with my mouth, playing gently and rough,
getting the whole thing nice and wet while my hands were sliding back
and forth, up and down, one atop the other. I licked and sucked at his
skin, velvet smooth and a little salty maybe. I could smell his sex,
his balls and pubic hair, and I went down low, taking his scrotum in
my mouth. He had some big balls too, and firm and heavy inside that
dark, hairy sack. I washed them thoroughly, drawing his balls between
my lips one at a time and using a lot of tongue. Deke loved that and
he kept me sucking his balls for a good five minutes at least.

When I tried to get his cock in my mouth though, that was a different
story. I have a sexy mouth, yeah, great teeth and a serious smile, but
it's never been very big and I couldn't get anything but the head of
his penis inside. No matter what I did, that was it. My lips were
stretched tight and I finally settled for that, working my tongue all
around the head of Deke's big black cock while my hands pumped the
length of his hard shaft. I was just jerking him off in my mouth and
that seemed okay for him, and maybe all he really expected. I'd been
hoping for a little more though, fooling myself with the idea that
somehow I'd deep throat that monster and really show the guy I wasn't
a little girl.

"Yeah...Ummm...We ready to do it now, girl...Ready to bust some now." Deke
was moving us, putting me on my back on the seat and he reached up,
turning on the reading light above my head so we could see. He pulled
off my skirt and then my panties, smiling down at me with his big
white teeth as I lifted my butt to help him.

"Oughta call you Pinky, girl." Deke laughed softly, fingering my pussy
for a moment. I'd grown hot and wet and pink, no doubt, and I moved my
hips, moaning softly as his fingers stoked the furnace of my young
sex.

"Look at that baby hole...You think you gonna take all this, baby?" He
pressed his penis against my tummy with his balls hanging down against
my moist sex. His cock stretched from my clit, over my mound and
tummy, all the way up to my belly button and two inches past it. No
kidding. It looked even bigger like that than it had when I'd been
trying to suck it.

"Oh God..." I swallowed nervously, shaking my head.

"I put it in you and it's gonna go up to here." He pressed his finger
into my stomach, just at the end of his cock. "You want that?"

"Y-Yeah," I breathed, but I was still shaking my head.

"That's my bitch!" Deke laughed. "I'm gonna break some. You ain't
never been fucked before, girl. Never!"

I was scared to death, wondering if he really would break something. I
mean, he probably could since he was that big. I wasn't even close to
being a virgin, but there's a big difference between a well hung guy
with a seven inch dick and a well hung stud with ten inches of rock
hard cock between his legs. I'd felt a guy bottom out before and that
had been a bit of a mood spoiler, actually. It hurts. If Deke pushed
that thing into me, it was going to do a lot more than just hurt, it
was gonna kill me!

"Where's my...There we go," Deke whispered, digging through his jacket,
which he'd taken off, and I was glad he had a condom.

I had some too, in my purse, and I usually made my boyfriends use
them. I always did, actually, and me being me and boys being boys,
they always agreed. But I'd totally forgotten about it this time, and
that was both understandable and frightening. I'd been a little too
busy worrying about dying to think about birth control, and besides, I
seriously doubted the Trojans I had in my purse were gonna fit Deke.
They said one size fit all, but they were lying, I was sure. Or maybe
the condom company was just a little too optimistic in their
advertising.

"Gotta be cool with the tool, baby," Deke said, smiling and rolling
his condom down his cock and it was stretched thin barely halfway down
the shaft. "I don't know what kinda shit you white bitches might have.
Sickle cell, maybe."

"What?" I asked him, not understanding what he was talking about.

"Nothin, bitch." Deke shook his head. "Let's fuck."

"Yeah." I took a deep breath.

I stared as Deke brought the huge swollen head of his black cock, now
covered with light colored latex rubber, to my all too small pussy. I
had just a bit of blonde pubic hair, thin and light, hiding nothing at
all. My clit was hard, like a tiny pink rocket ready to blast off at
the slightest touch. I could feel it thrumming eagerly for contact. My
pussy lips were pink and wet and pushed out just a little, all swollen
with excitement. I couldn't breathe and my heart was pounding. I was
afraid to blink my eyes.

"Ohhh..." I grimaced, baring my teeth and pushing down with my stomach
muscles as I felt my pussy stretching around Deke's cock. It wasn't so
painful though, not as much as it looked like it should be, but I
could definitely feel it. He was pushing his dick inside me slowly,
feeding it to my pussy as he held it in his right hand. His left hand
held my right foot up, pointing my toes towards rear window of the
car. My whole pussy felt like it was being pushed inside itself, my
lips, my clit, everything, being shoved into my cunt along with his
cock, and then I did feel it.

"Ahhh...God...Slow...Please...Stop!" I gasped, finally breathing again and
that helped, but my pussy felt too small. Too tight or something and
throbbing like a stubbed toe. He was in me, forcing the soft walls of
my vagina apart and my muscles were protesting loudly.

"Just breathe, baby...Relax...This ain't so bad...Relax and I'll make it
feel good." Deke was talking to me, not moving and letting me get used
to him, as if I ever would.

"It's too big." I licked my lips. "I can't do it..."

"Yeah you can, Sammie...Just like this now," Deke reassured me and then
he was pushing again, and pulling back, and pushing. A little deeper
each time and I was nodding, biting my lips, sucking air and digging
my fingers into the cool leather seat beneath me.

"Ah...Mmmm..." I winced as his cock touched the bottom of my pussy, maybe
my cervix or something, I didn't know. At least he stopped. He was
three quarters of the way in, maybe a little more, but there were
still 3 or 4 fat inches left. I was stuffed!

"Shhh...You're okay...Just that far, baby...That's all." Deke was very
considerate, I'll tell you that. But I suppose he had to be with a
cock that big. I'm sure it was hard for him, and he probably just
wanted to throw my legs over his shoulders and fuck me hard, but he
didn't. He took me slowly, carefully, and talking all the time.

"You look so good, baby. Open your eyes...Let me see those baby blue
eyes you got...Foxy freaky bitch...Ummm you're so good...So tight, baby/"

I could barely understand what he was saying half the time though. I
was in my own world, my tiny cunt being stretched to its limits. Every
time he'd pull back it was like he was turning me inside out, and I
was tight, just like he said. My cunt stretched around him as if I'd
never had sex before in my life. I stared at my lips, greasy and pink
and clinging to his black flesh as he'd pull himself out of me slowly.
My pussy held him like a hot vise, sucking the man's huge cock eagerly
despite the raw discomfort of being filled so completely.

We were fucking though, finally, and he'd give me half of his cock,
working it in and out, faster and faster. Deke would just nudge my
cervix once in awhile, giving me a jolt of something too confusing to
be good or bad. I'd finally started getting used to him though and
feeling good, the pain and pleasure getting all mixed up as the man
started pumping my pussy harder. After a brief eternity, Deke had me
cumming lights out. My clit kept rubbing along the ebony shaft, being
pulled against it as my vulva was plowed under, over and over again.
That man could fuck! I was high on something else now, endorphins or
something, adrenalin, and I was flying with my tummy full of
butterflies.

Deke did get my legs over his shoulders and it even let him get
another precious inch inside me, and then another one after that. I
was delirious I think, watching his face, his handsome black features
contorted with lust. He was fucking me good now, like I'd never been
fucked before in my life. I was a virgin all over again, a little
white girl getting her first taste of big black cock. He'd pushed me
into that place where everything feels good and the body is immune to
a little thing like pain. I was on a runner's high and he grinned at
me, telling me he'd gotten all the way in.

He'd done it and I could feel his balls against my butt, slapping me
wetly as sweat and juices ran down my thighs and ass. He'd pushed his
cock, all ten fat inches of it, deep into my hole, pushed my soft
muscles out of the way to make some room. I had to reach down, feeling
around my wet and well-stretched pussy to feel his thick shaft buried
inside me to the root. I blinked and giggled, high on more than the
pot by then. That big dick was in me and I might have felt some fear
at the thought that he could really be hurting me in there. But I was
too busy cumming, over and over, and all I could do was hold onto
him.

He fucked me long and hard, really driving his prick inside my pussy
now that we both knew I could take it. The car was rocking and I could
barely breathe. Deke's long prick drilled my white pussy without
mercy, his heavy black balls slapping my ass with a soft, wet fwapping
sound. The man leaned into me, pressing my knees to my shoulders and
taking a straight shot into the depths of my horny hole. It was the
monster fuck of my young life. The best sex ever and I popped hard as
my orgasms rolled through me.

"Now, baby...Oh shit!" Deke let me go, pulling his cock free and I
blinked at him all dazed and confused until he brought his cock to my
face. He straddled my heaving body, pulling off the condom and then
pushing the head into my open mouth, forcing it between my stretched
lips just as the first heavy spurt of his black seed filled my mouth.
I swallowed instinctively, just to keep from drowning really. I was
still lost in my most recent orgasm and I swallowed hard and fast
until I coughed and choked and surrendered.

Deke pulled out, leaving me gasping for air and breathing hard. Semen
and spit ran from my mouth even as he sprayed more of his goo on my
face, painting me with it as he stroked that monster cock slowly in
his fist. I was soaked in semen, literally, from my hair down to my
chin, from ear to ear, and Deke laughed as he rubbed his heavy cock
over my lips and nose and cheeks. He even pushed one of his heavy
black balls into my mouth, letting me suck on it as his penis dribbled
cum into my hair.

"That was a great fuck, bitch. You're my new ho now," Deke told me.
"Fuck that was good."

He used his penis to shovel his sperm into my open mouth and I
swallowed it obediently, unable to do anything else and thinking he
wasn't any different than a white guy. His cum tasted pretty much the
same to me. There was just more of it, which made sense didn't it? I
giggled and rolled my eyes, finally catching my breath.

"Yeah, you're my phreak slut. We gonna make lotsa green," he said with
a grin. "You my bling-bling baby ho, bitch..."

I just stared up at the man, having no idea what he was talking about.
But right then he owned me; there was no doubt about that. His huge
black cock owned my little white pussy and there wasn't a thing I
could do about it. There wasn't a thing I wanted to do about it. I was
Deke's Phreak now...With a capital P.



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