Three White Man - One Black Girl (2 page)

“You see, this is what you get when you are bad girl,” he grinned. I silently nodded, obeying his judgment.

“You are sucking better then you mother,” he smiled.

“That’s why I want to be with you, not with her,” he said. I gagged, but not because of cock in my mouth, but because I was surprised by his wish. I knew that he was attracted by me, but never in my wildest dreams had I thought that he wanted to have a baby with me.

“I’ll be good girl, daddy,” I said and I really believed that. He was a great man and he had a hugest cock I was in my life.

“Yes, you will, suck my balls for a start, let’s see if they can fit your mouth,” he said. He pushed his hands underneath his balls and placed both of them in my wide open mouth. I suck his swollen purple balls as I wanted to swallow them and he let out one long moan. He erected cock was slapping my face as he was pushing my head underneath it.

“You know what I’ll do to a good girl now? I’ll fuck her face!” he said. He grabbed my head and started face fucking furiously. I would gag, but he just kept piercing my head onto his cock harder and faster. Black tears that smeared my mascara were running down my eyes, but in the same time his cock was liberating me from guilt and lump that I had in my throat. My pussy was getting wet and I was sucked into the experience of sucking as if nothing else on the world existed. I had a urge to get his cock deep in my pussy and I felt as if I should be fucked like a whore that I felt I was. I pulled hand in my jeans and I curled finger in my hot wet pussy. As I fingered myself I started sucking his cock with more passion, sliding it down my throat until my nose reached his pubic hair. I thought it was impossible, but somehow I managed to pull the full length of his cock down my throat. In that moment I realized that I was not hiding under the veil of innocent little girl anymore and that I showed him who cock hungry whore I actually was. I looked up while he continued to face fuck him and smiled at him.

“I knew you like that you dirty little whore!”

I smiled again, but this time I smiled as I was sent from the hell. Then I grabbed his cock and spit on him. The mixture of my dark tears, white cum, and saliva bubbles were dripping down his cock.

“Yes, daddy, I like your cock,” I said. Yet, I want him to be angry, I want to feel his strength and I wanted to be fucked hardcore. Thus, I decided to be a bad girl and provoke the anger, to see how hard he could fuck me.

“But, I had better cocks in my life, I thought you would be rougher,” I said.

“Oh yeah?” he said, he ego was shaken by my words. He grabbed his cock, pulled it out of my mouth and slapped my face few times.

“Yeah, you wanted me rip you apart you dirty little slut? Don’t you?”

“If you are man enough!” I grinned at him and raised an eyebrow.

“Now you’ll see who’s the man you little filthy whore!” he yelled.

Daddy grabbed the keys from the table unlocked the doors and marched in the cell while I was still kneeling on the floor. He grabbed me by my throat and pulled me up, my jeans fell down and he ripped the shoulder strains, ripping my shirt and my bra. My big boobs fell out and he slapped them few times.

“You are thought, aren’t you? You little whore!” he yelled. Then he dragged me across the cell and threw me on the little metal bench. I tripped as I was in my high heels and with my jeans half way down. He bent me over the bench and pulled my jeans all the way down. My ass and my pussy were open like a target for his cock as I was bent over. He slapped my ass few time and he spit on my ass.

“Is this rough enough for you?” Huh? Want some more?” he slapped my ass again, harder.

“You think you are a man? Then make me a baby if your think you are!” I screamed back.

His cock slid against my pussy and he leaned behind my back and grabbed my throat again. He chocked me and then he slammed his cock deep down my pussy. He didn’t bother to get in slowly to wait until my pussy accommodated to the size of his huge cock, he rushed in and started pounding me like a raging bull. With other hand he grabbed my boob and he pushed my body until my back was aligned with his torso. He was wearing a uniform and I felt the police badge scraping my skin.

He pushed all the way and I could feel it as if it reached my belly. He was hitting my sweat spot in my pussy and I screamed in a absolute delight of the force he applied to fuck me. His hand moved up my throat and he had to shut me up because I was screamed too loud for a police station. Good thing was that he locked the doors of jail and nobody could get it so I didn’t care that I was being fucked by daddy in a cell.

“Shut up you bitch!” he yelled at me. His hand was squeezing my breasts one at the time and he slapped my face few times. I took his finger in my mouth and started sucking it while turning my head back to give him the filthiest look that I could possible give. After all, I was his smutty daughter and he had guts to fuck me. It was raw, it was filthy, it was forbidden and that why it was the most pleasurable moment in my life.

Then he pulled out his finger out of my mouth and he grabbed my hips with both hand. I had to bit my lower lip because I it was too hard to keep my mouth shut as he started to pushing his cock vigorously in my pussy. I could feel my pussy getting wider than it ever was because his cock was huge and thick. He was pounding so hard that my whole body was kicking and he had to hold me tight.

He had complete control over me. I could smell his power, his strength, and above all – his almighty cock. His furious pounding without mercy lunched me in another space. My muscles cramped and felt thunder striking through my body.

“Are you ready to get pregnant you dirty little slut?” he yelled.

“Yes, daddy I am!” I screamed back.

Then his thrusts intensify beyond the point that I even thought that it was possible. He was drilling me like a machine out of any control. My pussy was wrecked by sheer power of his thrust. His breath was fast and he roared as he started to unload his seed deep in me. I could feel a warm liquid hitting my inner walls and he pushed few more times until he was sure that the cum settled in my pussy.  He slowed down and sat on the bench. I sat next to him and continued to suck his cock that was slowly losing strength.

“Thank you daddy,” I said with cock in my mouth, “thank you for making me baby.”

“You are welcome dear,” he said, “and if you don’t get pregnant, I’ll come again and fuck you like an animal.”

“If I do, I still want you to come and fuck me,” I murmured.

“And I will…however, you’ll have to see the judge first, then if you get conviction they will put you out,” he smiled, letting out on long gasp.

***

I was sitting in a hall in front of the court room waiting to see the judge. I was thinking how I’ve not been the best daughter that my new daddy could have. Since judge was my step-daddy who came in my life, after cop, when I was around sixteen years old I never respected his authority and he, as a judge at the district court hated that. It was very unusual that a sexy white judge adopted a little black girl, but I think he did it for publicity – and because my mother was a foxy black lady too. However, he really hated the fact that he could sentence someone to a lifelong prison sentence, but he had no control over his little daughter. We never managed to get along. His controlling attitude inflicted my pride every time when he checked messages on my phone or when I found out that he installed software on my computer that recorded every word that I typed in. I, as an Aries by my zodiac, also had horns, and I was very pissed off when I felt that he infringed my privacy. My mom stood by him in every argument that we ever had and I felt alone against the whole world.

In that time, when I was around sixteen, after I’ve been reading books about human psychology I came to the conclusion that he actually wants to – fuck me. That was not all – I have a reason to believe that he actually wanted to have a baby with me. It was hard to make a sense out of the whole thing, but apparently that would gave him a feeling of youth, that was how he struggled thought his middle age crises. If he could fuck a young daughter, and make his girl pregnant, he would feel young again. I actually wondered how come he needed to feel that because I would never tell that he was fifty. He looked at least ten years younger than his peers. He was handsome and sophisticated man. My mom always joked that every girl that end up on a court bench wanted to be convicted by him. I guess it was easier to think about that than to face the reality of aging. Since he couldn’t fuck me because I was underage, he was frustrated and he had to control me and punish me. That was the way how he was resolving the conflict – and my freedom was the price of it. When I realized that fact, I wished to run away from home so he could stop controlling me. When I turned eighteen, I really managed to get a scholarship at the university where I wanted to go on Psychology major later on. He freaked out when I told him that I will move away and go to study in another town. That meant that he had no control over me what so ever any more. At least my mom was happy.

Since life doesn’t come without a sense of irony the assigned judge was no one else but – my daddy.

At first I’ve thought that they will not allow him to judge me because judge shouldn’t have any personal connections with the defendant. Yet, he claimed he had none. Since he was not married with my mother I couldn’t claim that he can’t be my judge.

Since the day one of the trial, evil grin was marking his face. He was looking at me with an ‘I told you so’ look and he had no trouble to show how much he enjoyed to see me in trouble. Finally, his little resisting daughter had been caught in the position to be punished. He enjoyed every second of watching of my misery. He loved the fact that my rebellions spirit was broken and there was nothing I could do about it.

Then, in a third week of trial I was invited to his chamber. My lawyer and wondered that he invited us to talk with him. His secretary told us that I should come alone if I agree. Lawyer told me that I should do that because judge sometimes wants to talk eye to eye with a defendant in order to get a clearer picture of the person.

After a while of waiting in front of his chambers I was finally invited in by his secretary.

I walked inside and saw him sitting at his desk, going through some papers. He looked somehow funny in a black cape. I’ve never imagined him like that. I was not happy when I got inside. I didn’t want to beg for his mercy nor did I want to show him any remorse. Anger, was the only emotion I felt when I saw him.

“Sit down,” he ordered to me after few steps that I made. I stared at him as if I was about to smash his face with a miniature globe that was on his desk, but I obeyed, not as if I had much choice what so ever.

“Hello, my dear daughter,” his laughter pierced my ears, “nice to see you finally, since you skipped last family meeting, we can at least meet like this,” he kept laughing. He lit up a cigarette. I thought the smoking was prohibited, but he probably just didn’t care about it.

“What do you want?” I said in most punk manner as possible, my eyes filled with disdain.

“Question is not about what do I want as much as what do you want out of your life, dear girl,” he said, conceited with his wisdom.

I kept silent. I had nothing to say to him.

“I could throw you in a prison. You know, one kilo of cocaine, that’s minimum five years, your life is ruined and there’s nothing you can do about it,” he smiled. 

“Thank you for letting me know,” I said, without hiding my sarcasm.

“You really think you are that smart, you think you can do whatever you want and get away with it? You see what you get for acting like that?”

“Fuck you,” I said, sharply.

“Yes, dear, I’ll fuck, but you are the one who will be fucked, not me!” he said.

“You know, there is a way out of this,” he said. Then he stood up and walked around the room, smoking his cigarette in slow motion. I was silent.

“What if I told you that there is a way out if you are willing to do something for me?”

“What do you want?” I said, pissed off about the fact that he was in position to act like that.

“Well,” he turned around and smiled at me, “I’ve always liked you actually, not in a way you might think,” he said.

“Actually, yeah I think I know the way you like me,” I said.

“Great,” he cheered, “then you know that I want to smash your little teen ass,” he said as if he was telling me the most casual thing in the world.

“No, I’m not surprised at all,” I answered him.

“And, if you want to avoid prison, I’ll have to impregnate you.”

“What? You sick prick!” I yelled.

“Calm down you little slut!” he shouted and made few steps towards me. “If you want to get out, you’ll have to obey be. You see, I would like to cum in your pussy and make you a baby,” he said in a very delightful manner. It seemed as making me pregnant was turning him on.

“Actually, I decided to free you, I have my ways, but only after I cum in your pussy,” he said. Then he moved his cape aside and he pulled out his cock, jerking it slowly.

At first I wanted to get up and kick him in the face, but then I noticed his huge cock. I didn’t know that my daddy was well endowed. Very well endowed. I’ve started calculating. Was it better to spend a ten years in prison, or have a baby with a judge? One way or another my life was about to be completely changed. I might as well be out on freedom, with a baby rather than celebrating thirds behind bars. After all, if I pretended that I wasn’t pissed off at him, I wouldn’t mind fucking him. He was really handsome and his cock was of the size and thickness to dream about. Thought about fucking him didn’t seem so crazy after all, but still, I couldn’t overcome my pride. That was the problem. I couldn’t just fuck him and pretend that I’m okay with him. I didn’t want to let him think that he was right or that I put my horns down and obeyed him.