coffee © 2004
Jenna always hated sleeping alone. She sighed deeply, rolled over, and readjusted the pillows for the fourth time. The bed always felt too big, too cold and too empty when her Daddy wasn’t home. Thane was a partner at a real estate development firm and often traveled to individual job sites in order to supervise construction plans. Jenna gazed longingly at the picture of him on the nightstand. His rugged good looks, dark brown skin and beautiful eyes made her melt inside. She finally drifted off to sleep some time before dawn, but it was a fitful sleep and she woke up a few hours later feeling hardly rested and lonesome.
The next day dragged on endlessly as Jenna went through the tedious motions of work, running errands and cooking dinner. By ten o’clock she was totally exhausted so she took a quick shower and hopped into bed. She instantly fell into such a deep sleep that she didn’t even hear Thane’s car pulling into the driveway.
“Keep your voice down,” Thane said as he unlocked the door, “My daughter’s probably sleeping.” One of his business associates had missed his connecting flight and Thane couldn’t in good conscience leave him stranded at the airport, so he invited him home until he could catch a flight out of New York the next morning.
“I didn’t know you had a daughter,” Michael said.
“Yes,” Thane replied, “She’s a very special little girl. Come on in and get comfortable, I’ll grab us a few drinks and we can see what’s on satellite TV.”
Thane pointed his co-worker in the direction of the guest room and went upstairs to check on Jenna. She was fast asleep clutching his pillow tightly, the comforter twisted around her golden-brown thighs. He kissed her on the cheek and quietly slipped out of the room. Jenna had come into his life a few years earlier and the chemistry between them had been instant and undeniable. They both had an intense interest in father/daughter role-play and eventually Thane had begun to refer to Jenna as his daughter.
Thane brought Michael into his den which was masculinely furnished with dark wood paneling, an overstuffed brown leather sofa and two well-worn brass studded chairs.
By midnight they had worked their way through most of a bottle of scotch and several of Thane’s Cohiba cigars. They went from the sports channel to the spice channel and finally began perusing Thane’s impressive collection of black porn DVDs.
Michael was in his early 30’s, handsomely built with short, dark, tousled hair and steel-gray eyes. Thane had worked with him on a few occasions and found Michael to be friendly and extremely competent at his job yet that was the extent of their relationship.
The liquor was starting to loosen Michael up. “My wife and I go to a lot of swing parties,” he said casually.
“Really?” Thane raised an eyebrow at him. “I would have never guessed that about you Mike,” he replied, wondering about the direction the conversation seemed to be headed.
“Well, it’s not something that comes up in the boardroom,” Michael said with a chuckle, “But you know… We always seem to hook up with black couples for some reason…” He gave Thane a quick sidelong glance trying to gauge his reaction.
Thane raised his glass in the direction of the plasma TV where a beautiful black porn actress was bent over, bouncing her fleshy round ass at the camera.
“I would imagine that’s your reason right there Mike.”
Michael shook his head back and forth slowly.
“Black women are incredible…”
Thane nodded in silent agreement, his mind wandering to Jenna and all the nasty things he planned to do to her later.
The door to the den suddenly swung open and Jenna bounded into the room.
“DADDY!” she squealed, jumping into his lap throwing her arms around his neck.
“Hey, Babygirl! Jenna this is my co-worker Mike. Mike this is my daughter Jenna.”
Michael smiled and said hello barely concealing the look of lust in his eyes.
Jenna was wearing a short white tank-top and pink g-string panties that tied into neat little bows over each of her ample hips.
“I didn’t realize your daughter was uh… fully grown like that. I mean… you look too young to have a daughter her age.” Michael stammered.
Jenna planted kisses all over Thane’s face. “I missed you so much Daddy. I couldn’t sleep at all while you were gone,” she said with a pout.
“I missed you too honey.” He gave her a deep kiss slipping his tongue inside her mouth briefly.
“She’s beautiful…” Michael said quietly trying desperately to divert his eyes away from Jenna’s brown nipples strained tightly against the thin fabric of her shirt.
“Go sit in Mike’s lap and show him some New York hospitality,” Thane ordered.
Jenna hopped off Thane’s lap and settled slowly onto Michael’s knees giving him a quick hug.
“Welcome to New York, Mike,” she giggled.
Michael wasn’t sure whether it was appropriate for him to hug her back so he sat motionless inhaling her sweet, clean scent.
“Go make us some fresh drinks Babygirl,” Thane said and Jenna scampered off to the kitchen. Michael’s eyes were glued to her backside until she was out of eyeshot.
“Wow!” he stared at Thane incredulously, “No disrespect Thane, but your daughter is a total knockout!”
Thane laughed. “I know Mike. And she’s got the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had.”
Michael’s eyes got even wider. “You mean… you fuck her?!” he asked.
“Of course,” Thane replied and lit up another Cohiba, “Wouldn’t you?”
Michael closed his eyes blissfully for a second as if he were trying to imagine what it would be like to be inside Jenna.
“I would love to see that man… Again, no disrespect, but damn… I would love to see you fuck your daughter.”
Thane laughed wickedly, totally enjoying the fact that Michael believed Jenna was really his daughter.
Jenna returned with fresh drinks and a tray of snacks. She stood by Thane smiling.
“Get on your knees and show me how much you missed your Daddy.”
Jenna immediately dropped to her knees and unzipped Thane’s pants. She pulled out his huge cock and passionately began sucking. Thane leaned back in his chair contentedly and took a puff of his cigar.
“She’s a good daughter, but she has a mischievous side. Don’t you Babygirl?”
Jenna shook her head no while continuing to service him, meanwhile Michael silently prayed Thane would be as generous with his daughter as he was with his Scotch and cigars.
“What happens when you’re naughty Jenna?” Thane asked.
She pulled his dick out of her mouth long enough to say, “I get spanked.” Then she went back to sucking him while gazing at Michael seductively.
“The thing about Jenna is,” Thane continued, “she enjoys her spankings so much that I wonder sometimes if she doesn’t get in trouble on purpose.” Thane leaned forward and smacked Jenna hard on the ass. She moaned and wiggled causing Michael’s erection to throb painfully under the denim of his jeans.
“Would you like to spank her?” Thane asked.
“Actually Thane, I’ve tried spanking my wife and to be honest, I rather be on the receiving end,” he replied.
“Is that right?” Thane said amusedly, “So you’re a submissive?”
“Only in the bedroom Thane.” Mike smiled and took a gulp of Scotch hoping his cheeks wouldn’t flush. He always felt a certain amount of embarrassment when admitting to other men that he was a submissive, especially black men.
“Well Mike…” Thane said while tenderly stroking Jenna’s hair, “I don’t spank men and there’s only one dick going up in my daughter, so I guess your going to be a lonely man tonight.”
They both laughed for a moment and then Michael said in a serious voice, “I don’t blame you for not wanting to share your daughter… but once you’re done, do you think I could uh… clean her up for you?”
“Clean her up?” Thane asked.
“Lick her clean… after you're done…”
“Hmm,” Thane responded, “I see.”
Michael instantly regretted asking, but licking another man’s cum out of black pussy was something he had an incurable fetish for.
Thane was silent for a moment, then he said, “I guess we can arrange that Mike. But you better make sure she cums, and if you don’t catch every drop? Or if you touch her the wrong way? I’m going to fuck you up Mike. You understand that right?”
“Yes, Sir,” Michael said quickly, anticipation sparkling in his eyes.
Thane made Jenna remove her shirt and panties and kneel on the couch next to Michael. She rested her arms on the back of the sofa and arched her back raising up her ass so that her plump pussy lips were fully exposed. Thane stood behind her and slid a finger along the slit of her wet cunt. Jenna sighed and laid her head on Michael’s shoulder.
“Is this close enough for you?” Thane asked.
“Oh yeah.” Michael replied nuzzling his face in Jenna’s soft hair.
Thane started spanking her. He couldn’t resist such a lovely target and he knew it would only make her wetter. Each smack made Jenna’s full breasts jiggle and Michael was enjoying the view tremendously.
“Feel how wet she is,” Thane said.
Michael leaned forward and slipped two fingers inside Jenna while Thane stepped back to unbuckle his pants.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” Michael whispered into her ear. He pulled his wet fingers out of her pussy and ran them across her lips and she sucked them into her mouth hungrily. Thane stepped out of his pants and grabbed Jenna’s hips tightly. He pressed the head of his swollen dick against her pussy and Jenna squirmed, pushing her ass back against him.
“You want this dick don’t you Babygirl?”
“Please, Daddy!” she begged.
Thane forced his dick all the way inside her and started pounding her from behind while Michael caressed her arms and breasts. She draped one arm around his neck and moaned softly into his ear. Michael kissed her, sucking on her full lips and tongue. “Does it feel good when your Daddy fucks you?” Michael asked.
“Yeah…” Jenna moaned.
Thane was pumping faster. He wanted to cum quickly this first time, and once Michael was done licking her clean he planned on fucking her again.
“Do you want this cum Babygirl?”
“Yes Daddy! Please Papa!” she screamed.
Thane shot his load deep inside her. He hadn’t cum in over a week and he soon filled her up with his seed. Michael’s heart was beating fast in anticipation.
Thane carefully pulled his dick out of her and sat down on the other end of the sofa.
“Get on your back Jenna and lay your head in my lap,” he said after catching his breath. She lay down with her legs spread wide open, dangling her calf over the back of the sofa. Michael immediately positioned himself before her soaking wet snatch.
He caressed her swollen pussy lips and slid a finger inside her, thrilled at how hot and slippery she was. Thane’s cum was starting to leak out of her and Michael was determined not to waste a drop of it. He eagerly began licking her, his tongue working deep inside her lapping up Thane’s cum and swallowing it down enthusiastically. Jenna was close to climaxing; her moans building in pitch and intensity. Thane wrapped his big hands around her throat and pressed his thumbs down firmly on her windpipe immediately sending her over the edge.
“Can I cum Daddy!?” she gasped.
“Go ahead Babygirl.”
Jenna bucked her hips and Michael could feel her pussy starting to contract, squeezing more of Thane’s cum into his mouth. He moaned blissfully, eyes half closed, cupping the cream with his tongue to get the full flavor before swallowing it. Suddenly a stream of hot liquid gushed into his mouth and Michael’s eyes snapped wide open.
Thane tightened his grip on Jenna’s throat.
“That’s it Babygirl, squirt for Daddy.”
Michael moaned in ecstasy as he guzzled down Jenna’s cum. He held the last of it in his mouth momentarily, swirling the fluid back and forth across his tongue before gulping it down. Jenna whimpered as her orgasm started to subside, her legs twitching spasmodically.
Thane laughed. “You ever had a squirter before?”
“No!” Michael said incredulously, still in awe over what had just transpired. He moved to the floor and asked Jenna to squat over his face so he could get the final few drops of cum out of her. She straddled him and squeezed her pussy muscles tightly forcing the last of Thane’s cream to drip into his mouth.
Michael sat back on his heels and softly stroked Jenna’s stomach and thighs.
“She’s the perfect daughter,” he said breathlessly.
Thane slipped back on his pants and sat down in his chair taking a long sip of Scotch.
“I told you she was special.”