Date: Sun, 19 Jul 2015 19:52:31 +0000 (UTC) From: D D Subject: My New Step Dad - Part 2 This story is a complete work of fiction. All characters are more than 18 years of age. Consider donating to Nifty, eh? ----------- I awoke next to Xavier the next morning. I looked at the alarm clock next to the king sized bed. It was just after 8:00 a.m. Being a Saturday, I would normally sleep for another hour or so before going for a morning swim and then meet friends for breakfast. But I don't think this would be a normal Saturday morning. Surprisingly, my soon-to-be step-father and I hadn't done anything sexual the night before. Once I had joined him in bed, we didn't talk or fool around. He took off his clothes (apparently, he liked sleeping naked). I crawled into bed and the only thing he said to me was a request to take off my clothes. "No one wears clothes in my bed," he said authoritatively. I removed my shirt, shorts, and boxer briefs, surprised that he didn't try to start anything sexual. He just pulled me near him and spooned me, his flaccid dick against my ass. I fell asleep in his arms and had a restful night. I woke up turned towards Xavier. He was still next to me, on his back now. The white sheet that we slept with now down by our feet. He was still sound asleep, breathing gently. I studied him as he laid there. He was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Chiseled abs. Sculpted pecs. Built arms. His face was gorgeous, too. Thick lips, a firm jaw, and the perfect amount of scruff. And all over his body, a deep chocolate skin that I looked so pale against. In all my 18 (soon to be 19) years, I've never been more attracted to a man. I felt myself becoming horny. I needed his cock. Flaccid but firm, it looked delicious. I reached down and started gently stroking it. It grew in my hand and the foreskin retracted a bit. I brought my face closer, licking around the hood and tasting the surprisingly sweet head. I took a few inches into my mouth, keeping my eyes on Xavier's face. He started to stir, stretching his arms and legs out from his body. He looked at me, smiling. "Fuck," he said. "This is the perfect way to be woken up, baby." I didn't answer but continued to envelop his cock with my mouth. I had never sucked something so thick. It was heavy and powerful and I was becoming addicted. As much as I tried to deep throat him, I couldn't. He wasn't going to accept my failure. He grabbed my head and pushed my head further down his cock. He was gentle but firm. I had all but two inches in my mouth. Tears were streaming down my face and my mouth was salivating all over. "Come on, girl," he encouraged. "Get the rest of that dick. I know you can do it." When he was done with me, I had successfully taken his entire cock down my throat. I felt like I couldn't breathe, like I was suffocating. "Breathe through your nose, girl." "That's it," he said once I had taken it all. "Aren't you proud of yourself?" I was. Before I knew what was happening, he rolled me over so I was on my stomach and he was straddling my legs. He slapped my ass so hard, making it sting and making me yelp out loud. "This ass is perfect, baby. This ass should belong to a black girl with fat titties and thick legs but instead it's on your skinny white body. How do you think that happened?" Not waiting for a response, he added "This ass proves that you were born gay, boy. You were born with an ass that would please a man like me." He reached around and stuck two fingers in my mouth. "Get 'em wet," he said. I sucked his fingers as well as I could and then he took them back and proceeded to open my asshole with them. He was being more rough that he was yesterday and I liked it. He added a third finger, sticking them into my hole and then stretching them wide. It felt like he had an urgent need to fuck me. After several minutes of fingering me, I felt him spread my ass cheeks as far as he could before he started licking me hole. He would turn his tongue into a hard bullet and fuck me with it. Every few seconds, he'd spank my ass, just to remind me of who was in charge. "You know that you belong to me now," he said. "Your pussy is mine and you are mine. Daddy's the only man that gets to fuck this hole unless I give permission otherwise. Got that, boy?" "Yes, daddy," I answered out-of-breath. "Please put it in me. Please breed me like a bitch, daddy. I need to feel your cock again. I need to be stretched, daddy." I was begging like a slut. No one had ever had that effect on me before. "That's daddy's girl. Here it comes, baby." He spit once more on his cock, rubbing it in. While still holding my legs up in the air, he slowly put his thick meat inside me. Even though I had just felt it yesterday, I couldn't believe how big he was. My head shot back and I started moaning like a skank in those straight porn movies. "Baby, your hole is so fucking tight. How do you keep your pussy so tight for your new daddy? Hmm?" "I fucking love your cock, daddy. I fucking love it." "Looks like I turned you into a little slut for black dick, baby." "For your black dick, sir." "That's fucking right, boy. You're daddy's boy. Daddy's little faggot boy." I'd never been called a faggot before but in this context, it was so fucking hot. I started begging him to fuck me harder. With each thrust inside me, he would hit that magical button. Each time he pushed it, I felt myself getting closer to cumming. I'm going to have to learn how to last longer, I thought. I felt my new priority in life becoming pleasing this beautiful, black man. My new daddy. "I'm getting close, boy. Where do you want daddy's load?" "Sir," I asked, "will you breed me again?" "Daddy's gonna knock your ass up, baby." He started pistoning in and out of me at rapid motion. I hadn't even touched my dick up to this point but it was hard as a rock and leaking pre-cum all over us and the bed as he manhandled me. His assault on my hole was making me lose it. Finally, I could feel my own load shooting out of my cock. I didn't see it as it was happening because my eyes were rolling back in my head but I must have shot eight or nine times and when I opened my eyes, I could see that he had remnants of my load on his chest. "Fuck baby," he near-screamed. "Your hole just became so fucking tight when you shot. I can't hold on much longer." As he started cumming, he reached up, grabbing onto my nipples and twisting them in his hands. It hurt but felt so fucking erotic for some reason. After he bottomed out in my hole one last time, driving his cum as far into me as possible, he slowly withdrew his cock. My eyes were closed in satisfaction so I was surprised when I felt his mouth at my hole. It felt like he was trying to suck his load out of me. My hole was sensitive so it made me moan out again. With a mouth full of the jizz that had gone from his cock to my ass, he came up to my face. I opened my mouth to welcome him and he shared his spent load with me. We made out as I swallowed the warm cum. For some reason this turned me on. After several minutes of letting his tongue dominate my mouth, he rolled over next to me on the bed. We were both panting in heat and I could see that both of our cocks were rising again. "Fuck, that was hot," I said. "I've never been with a guy who did that before." "Baby, I think you'll find there aren't many things I won't do." As we laid there, I rolled over on my side and absentmindedly starting rubbing my hands on his hard stomach. I also started thinking about what we were doing. He must have seen the confusion in my face. "What are you thinking about, baby?" "How wrong this is." "Did it feel good," he asked. "Of course it did. I've never felt so good before. None of the guys I've been with can do what you can. But that's not the point." "Well what is the point?" "I feel like I'm betraying my mom." "Boy, you worry too much," he said as his hand ran through my air. "Besides, your mom and I are mature adults who have already discussed having an open marriage." "What?" "You know how much your mom travels," he explained. "She knows how sexual I am. And she's the horniest woman I've ever had the pleasure of meeting, so..." "Ew," I said. "Some things I don't need to know, man. Besides, even if you are...open...I don't think this is the kind of openness she had in mind." He deliberated for a moment. "Maybe you're right," he finally said. "But I love your mother. And I love my new son, too. Let's not get all Puritanical and shit, okay? Let's just enjoy ourselves and worry about tomorrow tomorrow." I sighed. A part of me couldn't get over the guilt I felt quite so easily. But another part of me felt like I was falling for him. I was falling for the man my mom was going to marry. He said he loved me. And I wanted to be loved by him. In more ways than one. "So what are we going to do today," I asked. "Your mom left me with a to do list for the wedding," Xavier said. "I have to make the flight reservations for your grandparents, your aunt, and Jason." "Who's Jason?" "My son," he said matter-of-factly. I looked at him with surprise. "Your mom didn't tell you I have a son?" "No." "He's been living up in Chicago. He just graduated college and is going to be starting at Morehouse Med School here next year. You'll like him. He's a handsome man just like his daddy. ----- Hope everyone enjoys this. Sorry for the slightly shorter chapter. Thanks to everyone for the kind response to the first chapter. I have further chapters planned if people are still interested. To offer feedback and ideas, email me at dlcf8900@yahoo.com.