I stepped in front of the TV and leaned over a little bit to reach the buttons, and that’s when I felt the breeze brush across my pussy lips. I forgot I didn’t have on panties! I heard John moan a little under his breath, but didn’t think it was because of me. I didn’t think I had bent over far enough for him to see anything. I quickly found the channel he wanted, and when I turned to leave, I noticed how he was looking at me. It was different than how he usually looked at me. I could see lust in his eyes.
I felt the twinge in my pussy, and could feel it getting even wetter as I stood there. “Is that cool with you?” I asked, referring to the TV show that was on. “Well, y-yes it is. God what is that glorious smell? It smells so sweet and succulent.” He said in a wanting voice. I knew he could smell my pussy. It was juicing good by this time. I could see the huge bulge in his shorts as he sat there in his recliner with his feet propped up on the part that comes out.
“I-I don’t smell anything.” I said, lying right to his face. I could feel myself blushing as I stood there awkwardly. I slowly walked back toward the kitchen, and as I passed, he swatted my young ass. Not hard, but in a playful way. “See, I still got to spank your ass!” He said playfully. That broke the awkward silence, and I just laughed. “Whatever John!”
I made my way to the kitchen to make myself a snack, and Samson was right behind me. I went to the cabinet under the sink to get him a dog bone, and had to bend down. I could feel his wet nose on my ass cheek as he sniffed under my short little skirt. “Samson, be good baby!” I smiled at him, and gave him his treat. He happily took it into the living room and started munching on it.
I fixed myself a sandwich and chips, and sat at the kitchen counter in one of the bar stools and ate while I watched the TV in the living room. I could feel my juices on the inner parts of my thighs. I couldn’t believe how wet I was. I started squirming around in my chair, and that was making me hornier and hornier. John had his back to me, so I slipped my hand down under my skirt and started rubbing my fat, shaved pussy mound. It felt so good! By that time, Samson was back wanting another treat.
He would eat as many as I would give him. He was looking at me with his head cocked side ways with that cute, curious looks that dogs get. I had my eyes planted on the back of John’s head, and my fingers were rubbing away. John shifted in his chair, and I pulled my hand back up. “Awww…you want another treat baby boy?” I said in that silly way that people talk to babies or animals.
I got out another dog bone for Samson, and handed it to him with the same hand I had been frigging my own pussy with. He sniffed my fingers, and started licking them all around the dog bone. It was so erotic to feel the hot wet tongue lapping up my pussy juice. I just stood there and let him lick all the juice off my fingers. John got up and came into the kitchen for another beer. “Well, I don’t know what you have on your hand, but Samson sure likes it!” He said with a broad smile on his face.
“Yes he does!” I replied. I gave Samson the bone, and as he turned to go back into the living room, I noticed his pink dick sticking out of his sheath. “Did you spill something on the chair?” The question caught me off guard. “What?” “Did you spill something on the chair?” John asked again. “No, I don’t even have anything to drink,” I replied without thinking. With that, John touched the seat of the chair I had been sitting in with his index finger, and rubbed the wet spot, looking up at me with lust in his eyes.
He put his finger in front of his face, and smelled it, as if he was smelling a dozen fresh picked roses. “Mmmmmmmm….” I must have looked horrified as I stood there. “Don’t worry Stacy. I won’t tell your Mom. I know your little pussy is hot! You are at that age. You’ve probably already been fucked. If I was your age, I would have loved to fuck you and see those plump, big titties.” I just stood there and didn’t say anything as John looked me up and down. I could see his cock getting bigger and bigger in his shorts.
“See what you do to me?” He gestured toward his crotch. At the same time, he brought his finger to his mouth, and put it on his tongue, and made a loud sucking noise. “Mmmmmm…no wonder Samson was licking your fingers! This tastes so good! Your pussy tastes sweet, Stacy.”
I’ve been watching you for a couple years now. I see your white ass getting bigger, and your tits getting bigger. A brotha would love to get a hold of you.” He said with a sly smile. “But, I don’t know what you mean.” I finally managed to say. I was embarrassed, but at the same time, hearing a man say all that nasty stuff to me made me so hot. I couldn’t stand still I was so nervous.
John started walking toward me. My heart started racing, but I didn’t move away. “Is your pussy hot right now? Hmmmm?” John was saying in a tone I had never heard him use before. So sexy. I backed up into the counter, and couldn’t go anywhere else. He kept walking towards me, and gently pressed his body to mine. I could feel his hard dick. It felt like an iron pole in his pants.
I could feel the heat radiating through his shorts. His huge, rough hands gently grabbed my arms, and I felt his hot breath on my neck as he leaned down toward my ear. “I know your pussy is hot Stacy. I can smell it. You left a wet spot on the chair. A creamy wet spot.” By this time, my breathing had gotten a little more unsteady. His hands had made their way down my body and onto my thighs, caressing me harder, with more urgency. He was grinding his dick into my stomach faster and with more pressure.
I felt his hands reach around to my ass. “Ooohhhhh yeah!” His eyes were closed and his mouth half open. He was in a sexual trance. “You little hot white fuck!” He whispered gruffly into my ear. “You wanted to tease me with your little hot pink pussy? Huh?” He was grabbing me ass cheeks and squeezing them hard, pulling my body towards him. He let his fingers slowly work their way into my ass crack, and move down toward my pussy. It was dripping by this time. I was breathing hard now. I was in a cloud of ecstasy. I was fucking my mothers husband. I was fucking my step father. I was fucking a black man for the first time. I was in heaven.
John’s fingers slid easily up my slit. “OOooohhhh yes!” I moaned. “What? Huh, little white slut? What do you want daddy to do to you?” He growled in a sexy voice. It was a turn on to hear him talking to me like that. “You want Daddy to rub that pussy?” He said as he let his hand cup my pussy from the back, with his finger tips on my clit. “Mmmmmmmm, yes.” I said in a barely audible voice. “What?! I can’t hear you. What do you want this black man to do with your white, pink pussy?” He hissed, and rubbed my whole crotch with his hand.
“Ohhhhhhhhh God! Mmmmmmm!” He was rubbing fast and with just the right amount of pressure. My cunt juices were flowing all over the palm of his hand. “You nasty wet little hot bitch. You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? You like it when Daddy rubs that fat pussy for you?” I tugged at his shorts. I needed to see his big black cock. I had seen pictures before, but never one in person. “Oh, you wanna see this big black dick?”