Daddy Never Loved Me The Way BBC Does...

Dads, be careful who you idolize around your daughters, they may end up fucking them later on...

It's not that my daddy didn't love me, I know he did, he just never could say it. What made it hard though was how easily he could say it about other people, namely, his precious football players. Every weekend, year after year, he'd go on about how great these players were, ignoring everything about me until the games were over. The other thing about it that confused me was how he was so "pro-white" about our family history, telling me how our southern ancestors fought for the confederacy and kept the streets "clean" in the KKK years later. All that, and what does he spend his weekends doing? Ignoring his white daughter to watch and sing the praises of random black athletes he'll never meet.

It hurt when I was a girl, but it just became resentment as a woman. I don't think of myself as a white supremacist at all, but my father's unhealthy obsession with these black men has me wondering what they have that I don't. When I went on a date, just one date, with a black guy in highschool, my dad grounded me for a month. When I pointed out the fact he worships some buts won't let me touch others, he just became more upset. Thankfully, his power over me is lessened since I've gone to college. Since my arrival, all the girls I've made friends with have been just as obsessed with the football players as I have. Only now they try and fuck them rather than watch them play.

I still resented them, for taking away my fathers attention from me. But then something strange happened. I happened to be in a general class with one of the players on the schools team, someone my father probably knows everything about already. I never paid him much attention, he was just like any other athletic black guy around, but he also had one of those silly sounding black names that you feel racist for even repeating. I mean what was his mother thinking naming him Ja'Quarious? What does that even mean? I guess I shouldn't judge too harshly, I mean my mom did the same thing to me, naming me Braelynn. So this guy never paid attention to the class at all. I don't know what he's even here for other than playing football and fucking white girls. But, to my surprise, one day he hit me up and started flirting with me.

At first, I didn't bite. Guys like this took my daddy's focus away from me and I was still mad about it. But eventually I thought that while I can get him to focus on me, he can give me the love my daddy didn't, and it'll piss him off too. So I started flirting back. I made him flirt for a few days and then, Friday night I'd let him fuck me. My dad kept asking if there were any boys he needed to worry about and I told him no as always. Truth is I've gotten dick from a new guy every weekend so far, but tonight, Jaq would be my first black man. I was all dressed up and out on a dinner date with another boy I had met. He was a tall handsome white guy that was the perfect gentleman. He'd be a good husband, but I'm not ready to settle down yet. When the date was over, he gave me a kiss after walking me to my dorm. Just 30 minutes later I got a text from Jaq, "Ur still bringin that 🍑 over for some 🍆🍆🍆?"

"Omw, I can't wait..." I replied.

I walked over to his dorm nearby, and was greeted at the door with a kiss. A kiss which turned into two, then three and four, and soon we were making out on his bed before he even said hello. How many white girls just like me has this guy had in his bed already? He was a senior whereas I was just a freshman. A 22 year old, and I was barely 18. In minutes he had me naked on all fours as he ate me out from the back. Now, while my body count of 15 in just over 3 months might make me seem like a whore, I've never been eaten out from the back like this yet. It felt so filthy a wrong, like I was some dirty slut being fucked in a brothel. I loved it. Every minute of it.

He didn't just eat my pussy out, but my ass as well. His tongue exploring my holes made me so wet that I was squirting like a broken fire hydrant, gushing juices everywhere. We eventually traded roles as i prepared his cock for it's expedition into my pussy by sucking it as deep as it could go into my mouth. My poor date, he deserves so much better than me. I couldn't believe how good his big black cock tasted in my mouth. I always joined in the teasing of the "mud sharks" in highschool, making me even more popular with the white guys, but now here I was nearly balls deep on BBC as it touched the back of my throat.

"Does your daddy know you like suckin nigga dick?" Jaq asked me.

"He'd of grounded me just for talking to you by now..." I said before bobbing back down on his cock.

"You tryin to really disappoint him..?" he asked, giving me a look that said he wanted my pussy.

"How can I, he's already a Cowboy's fan?" I replied as I got up to join him on the bed.

He got up over me, and held my legs up to his warm chest, kissing my ankles as he penetrated my pretty little pussy. The stretch I felt as he slid into me was amazing. I had shaved and waxed my pussy just for him, and he was fucking me so hard. As I began to moan louder and louder while he fucked me, he grabbed my throat, choking me, and stared me in the eyes saying, "Listen bitch, the only words you get to say are yes, no, harder, and right there. Got that?"

"Mh, hmm!" I moaned back nodding.

"I want words bitch, say you understand!" he said slapping my face.

"YES SIR!" I screamed back almost orgasming from this already. I wanted him to dominate me, use me like meat, dare I say even rape me? On my back with my knees in my armpits, fully naked as he drills his cock into my pussy. If this is what BBC is really like, no wonder all my girl friends are trying it! This is unlocking some repressed whore part of my brain, making me do things I wouldn't normally do, say things I wouldn't normally say, and take dick in ways I wouldn't normally take dick. As my recent date was probably back in his room going over the night in his head, wondering if he should ask me out again, I was being impaled by a black cock in the dark of night.

We weren't here for any crazy positions, I was more than satisfied by his cock here in missionary. He toyed with my boobs with one hand, and held my wrists above my head with his other hand. My nipples were so erect for him when he lifted me in the air and bounced me on his thick meaty shaft for a little while.

"HOLY FUCKING JESUS!" I screamed out loud as his dick ripped open my pussy. Here I thought my virginity had been taken, but apparently it takes a BBC to finish the job. He turned around and sat down so that I was the one on top now, my thick white thighs straddling his hips as I rode his dick low and fast. God, this was just the best cock ever. My mother always told me that when I discovered the "truth" about boys that we could talk about anything together. We always had a special relationship, her buying me condoms in secret and giving me advice about sex. I wonder if she knows how good a BBC feels?

"Where you want this cum, bitch?" he asked me suddenly.

"I'm not on birth control, cover my face!" I moaned as I rode him.

He shoved me off like I weighed nothing, then made me kneel at his feet as he stroked his powerful cock off into my face. Rope after creamy white rope splashed over my face, coating me in sperm. It was like a one man bukake after how hard he was fucking me. With the load still on my face, he sat me on the end of the bed and fingered me until I had another orgasm. Three orgasms and a face full of cum. Jaq cemented in my mind the idea that black men = BBC, and BBC = pleasure like no other. Then, without warning he picked up my clothes and threw them, along with me, out of his room and locked the door. I hurriedly got dressed as I was naked in the hallway, and walked back home with cum on my face.

My room mate was wide awake waiting for me when I got back, too.

"What's the deal coming back so late, girl, and what is this? Is that cum on your face? Why you little slut! You walked home with some guys nut all over you!" she went on and on.

"Grace, just wait a minute..." I said before explaining the night to her. We stayed up well into the night as I told her all about Jaq and his amazing cock. Then in the morning I called my mother. I had to find out if she knew how good it was on the dark side, and tell her about my experience. The stories I got were beyond anything I could've imagined...