Blacked for the Holidays Ch. 03

Three

My life had been completely turned upside down. In less than a week I had gone from sweet innocent angel, to black cock addicted whore, and I was coming up with less and less reasons to fight my desires. Once Isac had gotten that obscene cock of his in my body he had begun to twist my mind and drive me wild with desire. He dominated my thoughts, and when he wasn't fucking me I was fantasizing about the next time he would. Still, despite how nasty and perverse our bond was becoming, we managed to keep our affair a secret from the rest of the house. My family would have disowned me if they knew. Not that that would have been all bad. I had this secret little fantasy of my father finding out, demanding Isac get out of our home, and my big black bull just tossing me over his shoulder and carrying me off into the sunset. So romantic.

After just a few days, and somehow miraculously not getting caught having my virginity pounded away on the hood of my father's car, Isac and I were past my initial reluctance. I was still a little overwhelmed by what he was doing to me, but somewhere inside me a switch had been flipped. My priorities had entirely changed. That very same night that he'd taken my cherry I slipped into the guest room with him, and within minutes found myself naked on his bed, sobbing tears of joy as he held me in place and butt fucked me with long delicious strokes. He'd claimed my pussy, but he particularly liked my ass, and I was growing to love having his giant black dick balls deep in my butt. I was his horny little anal whore, and I was loving it.

As he fucked me like the squirming little bitch in heat I was, we paused in our love making from time to time. At one point I was straddling him, butt-hole filled with his massive dick as I ran my hands all over his rock-hard body. He was laying back looking at me with this big shit eating grin. I'd put my hair up in pig tails for him and wore my cutest little see through nighty. It was white and lacy, covered nothing, and made me look so innocent as I rode high on his butt-splitting cock.

With him just laying there, hands behind his head and watching me as I stirred my hips with his dick so deep inside, we talked. As dominant as he was with me, occasionally he allowed me to use my mouth for more than just spit bathing his beautiful dick.

Isac had decided after his first night stretching my ass that he wanted to share me with his boys; the black college studs he coached for a living. They loved pounding white girls out almost as much as my Black Daddy, but I was concerned. Even if I had transformed almost overnight into a cum thirsty little nigger fucker, I had only been with one man, even if he was a fucking God. I wanted to make him happy, and I knew it was my place as his white baby to worship and pleasure any big black cock he told me to, but it was all still super new to me. I begged him not to push me too fast. Surprisingly, he agreed.

"Look baby gurl." He spoke, running those huge hands of his up along my sides, caressing my skin under my nighty and teasing my nipples with his thumbs. "You mine now. You do what Black daddy says, but if you need some time, that's cool. My boys can go up in some sweet local booty while they waitin their turn, but you best believe you gonna drain them fuckin cocks. In the meantime, I think I know something special we can do. Cool?"

I agreed, smiling like a giddy schoolgirl as I laid down on top of him and gave him my mouth. With our little heart to heart over and done with he was ready for another round, and I could feel his twitching cock getting rock hard in my cum flooded butt as we kissed. Thirty seconds later my face was buried in his pillow as he raped me like a wanton whore.

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The next day I woke, showered, and dressed before bouncing down the stairs. I felt thoroughly fucked, and as alive as I had ever been. As I reached the living room the family was all gathered around discussing events for the day. A lot of them still had shopping to do, and my father was trying to figure out who would ride with who into town. Isac had already made his move to ensure our day together.

"Hey Pumpkin." My father approached me, a big goofy grin on his face. "Isac asked me if I could ask you to ride into town with him for the day. He's got some errands to run, and he needs some help. I thought it would be a nice chance for you to get to know him better. I know you probably have plans with your friends, but..."

"No. That sounds great Daddy." I answered back, flashing him my most darling smile. (That'll give Isac and I plenty of time alone together, so he can stretch my ass-hole with that gigantic black prick of his. I absolutely love it when he destroys my cute little butt. Did I mention that Daddy? Did you know I'm a black cock whore now?) I mean obviously I didn't say that, but I was thinking it. I was even starting to feel weird about calling my father Daddy. I did, because he expected it, but the truth was he was just Harold to me now. My real Daddy was a black fucking God, and I'd been reborn on his monster cock.

"That's great princess." Harold said to my response. "I'll let him know. I'm sure you two will turn out to have plenty in common. You'll see."

Oh, we had plenty in common alright. I swore I could still feel his cum deep up inside me from the Olympic style butt-splitting he gave me the night before. I know it's kind of twisted, but I was actually getting a thrill having my own flesh and blood father basically handing me over to the man who'd defiled his little girl. If he'd only known what his old buddy had done to me.

Grabbing a quick breakfast and running back up stairs to change into something more appropriate for town, I met up with Isac in the driveway not long after. It wasn't hard to figure which car was his. The Big shiny black escalade fit him perfectly. It had plenty of room inside, and dark tinted windows; perfect for privacy. I could already imagine us inside it, me facing over the back seat with him behind me, the whole vehicle rocking back and forth as he took my ass in the corner of some shady parking lot.

Isac saw me right away, and I beamed a smile at him as I trotted over. I was wearing jeans, with cute little fur lined boots, a fuzzy pink sweater, and fluffy white ear muffs. He seemed to approve. He looked pretty yummy himself in his jeans and timberlands, with a black t-shirt under his old school grey pea-coat. He had on a sock cap as well, which made him look like a major bad ass or some burly fisherman put in to port for some warm pink pussy. As we closed the distance together I could hardly keep from jumping up into his arms and sucking on his tongue like a good girl.

The second we were in his truck and on our way into town he reached over for me, his big strong hand sliding up my inner thigh and groping my crotch. I mewled with pleasure as he handled my pussy through my jeans, and melted into his big strong shoulder as I reached over to him and slipped my own hand between his thighs.

I needed no prompting, and once I found his zipper I hauled his monster cock out and crawled into position to wrap my mouth around his gorgeous black bulb. I was getting better at sucking his enormous dick, and before long I had about six inches of his chocolate love in my throat. Every time he groaned at the pleasure I was giving him I felt a swell of pride, and fought to swallow even more of him. My mouth was already flooding with his salty-sweet precum, and my eyes were rolling in my head as I savored his flavor. It was like a drug to me by now, and the more I gobbled down, the more I wanted.

I sucked his cock as he drove, and with his free hand he reached around behind me and molded my little ass with his hand. My jeans were to tight for him to slide his fingers inside, but he knew where my most intimate spots were by now, and had no problem zeroing in on my little ass-hole as he bore down with his fingers and drove me crazy with anal lust.

Even with my growing skill at handling my lover's enormous root, I still had to use both hands to keep his monster from getting away from me. My poor little mouth was just not capable of taking on that delicious dick all by itself, no matter how much I strained to stretch my jaw around it. As I tried, my spit and drool began to flow heavily down the length of his gorgeous meat, but seeing as we were heading into town I did my best to keep from making to much of a mess. When I would feel my fingers getting to sloppy, or drool threatening to dribble off my chin onto his jeans I would back off a little, smiling up at my Black Daddy as I fingered the gooey spit and pre-cum into my mouth and licked my fingertips clean. I made a display of it; showing off as ropes of our combined wetness painted my face from nose to chin and I slurped them up like a dirty girl, returning to his big cock once I was clean and ready for another helping.

I don't know for how long we drove, not that time meant much of anything when I had that horse dick in my mouth, but when I felt him give my hair a gentle tug and lift me away from his cock I rose up obediently and had a look around.

I hadn't thought Isac knew the area, but he'd driven us way out past the interstate and into the worst part of town. They have an old saying about some people being born on the wrong side of the tracks, and this was for sure the local version of that. Even the police rarely came out to Riverside, with its drugs, and crime, and the kind of people you just didn't deal with if you knew what was good for you. It was mostly black, which was just a fact, like it or not, and nobody but the worst of the worst hung out there. Isac could see the look of concern on my face right away.

As I sat up on my knees, wiping the last of my yummy cockslurping away from my chin with the back of my wrist, I saw we were parked outside a beat up old building with neon lights in the windows just behind the bars. The place had a boarded up upstairs window, the bricks were chipping and old, and it sat on a bluff overlooking the river.

Dixie's Road House was blinking in hot pink letters over the door, and a beat up old ford truck was parked a few spaces down from ours.

"What are we doing here?" I asked, swallowing hard as I watched Isac stuff his big prick back into his pants and flash me a wicked grin. He zipped up, though his bulge was still obscenely visible thanks to my attentions, and then turned to me, totally relaxed. Not surprising since he was built like a fucking minotaur, but I was a different story. Cute little uptown teens didn't belong in Riverside.

"I told you I had something in mind Boo." He told me, licking his lips as he reached over and ran his hand along my thigh. "I put my boys off you, fo now, but we gonna make sho you know who's bitch you is. Thought my girl Dixie could hook you up. You is my bitch, ain't you?"

"I... Yes daddy." I answered, not at all unsure about that, but more than a little concerned about this Dixie, whoever she was. Scared as I was, I was feeling kinda territorial now. Isac was MY Black Daddy, and he'd called her his girl. He could have meant it in a different way I guess, but right then and there I couldn't help but feel threatened. I was still this meek little white girl on the wrong side of town, but if some skank thought she had a claim to My big black cock, she had another thing coming. "Who's Dixie?"

Daddy laughed at that. Guess he could sense my concern, but he didn't answer. Instead he climbed out of the truck and snapped his fingers for me to follow. I did, and as I came up beside him and he led me along with his big strong hand on my ass, we headed into the building together. It was a new kind of thrill for me to be out in public with him like that. For anyone who happened to be looking on, there could be no denying what we were; just a big black bull with his little white fuck kitten in tow.

The place was as run down on the inside as it was outside. There was a bar, and a stage with poles for girls to dance. The tables and chairs were splintered, as though more than a few fights had broken out, and there was an underlying stench of stale beer, and something a lot more sexual. Thankfully, it was empty, or at least seemed that way until a beaded curtain that concealed the back room was pushed open, and this woman walked out, all hips, tits, and attitude.

Dixie was a bleach blonde white trash fuck doll, with this short 80's style punk hairdo; shaved on the sides but wildly mussed up top. She was wearing jean shorts cut so small they let her thick booty spill out in the rear, a pair of black combat boots, and a torn up little crop top that read 'Black Owned' in hot pink letters across her big bouncy bimbo tits. On one of her arms was this winding rose and vine tattoo that covered everything from just above her fingertips to her shoulder, fading out as it made its way up her neck and toward the middle of her back. On her opposite thigh she had a blood red heart with elegantly lettered words above and below. It read "Nigger Love." She was triple X rated white trash, with pale skin, big wet red lips, and piercing blue eyes. I fucking hated her. She was so fucking gorgeous.

"Hey Isac." Roxie said her hellos to my Daddy as she walked right past me and up to him. She cupped his cheek with her tatted hand and kissed him with that blood red mouth of hers. Isac kissed her back, shoving his tongue into her mouth and causing her to groan as she did her best to swallow him whole, moving her jaw as they kissed like she was strait up drinking his spit. All I could do was stand there in shock as my Daddy face fucked this scandalous bitch. So how come if I hated her so much, and felt so threatened, was my pussy getting wet.

The second she broke apart from him, she turned to me with this big hungry smile. She looked me up and down and stepped in close, and I glanced to my Daddy as she reached out and slid her arm around my hip. He just smiled and nodded at me, as if instructing me to be good, and so as uncertain as I was of how to act, I turned back to Dixie and gave her my prettiest smile in return.

"This must be the new baby doll, huh?" She asked Isac, all the while looking me right in my eyes and reading my reaction. I did my best not to give her anything, but she took it even further by sliding her hand right down around my waist and over my butt. As she did she pressed her body into mine, and since she had me by a couple inches in height she used it to her advantage. "She's sweet as sugar. Tell me baby..." Now she was talking to me. "Is that black cock I smell on your breath? Can I taste?"

Her mouth was on mine before I could answer, and my eyes went wide as she pushed her tongue past my lips and invaded me. I could see Isac watching us, and there was no way I was gonna let this woman outdo me in front of my Daddy, so instead of trying and get away from her, I kissed her back.

I'm not so innocent that I haven't kissed a girl before, but this was no dare at a slumber party. As I pressed my mouth back against Dixie's own and gave my tongue over to our kiss, she relished it. The heat between us was intense, and at some point I began to realize that I was enjoying our kiss just as much as she was. She had a distinct flavor of her own, and though it wasn't the same as mine; no doubt heavy with Isac's delicious pre-cum, there was no denying what she tasted like. It wasn't my daddy, but it was undeniably big black cock.

Finally our kiss broke, and a little string of spit was left connecting Dixie's lower lip and my own as she looked deeply into my eyes. What might have started out with her sizing me up or even challenging me, was now something else entirely. As she moved in close to me, brushing my hair away from my ear I could feel her hot breath as she whispered something just between the two of us.

"Don't be jealous baby." She soothed me, kissing the edge of my ear as she spoke so quietly. "This isn't like the games you're use to. Girls like us don't stab one another in the backs, or try and one up each other. This is different. We worship black cock baby gurl, and that's something special; something to be shared."

She stepped back from me, and as she did we were holding hands. This time when I looked in her eyes I felt this connection. Before I had felt threatened, and wanted to defend my turf with Isac, but somehow the kiss and what she'd said had rewired me. This was not a woman I had to fear. If anything, she was someone who could teach me. More than I had ever felt affection toward my own mother, I felt something for Dixie that was beyond definition, and when she winked at me my whole body began to blush.

"So." Dixie smiled with confidence as she stepped around behind me, circling her arms around my belly and holding me close as she addressed Isac. "Is our little princess ready for her very special present?"

Daddy nodded, and I wasn't sure what to expect, but I was all trust as they led me toward the back room. Between my blind obedience to Isac, and my newfound affection to Dixie, any hint of mistrust was gone. I didn't even feel scared being on the wrong side of town anymore. As beat up as the bar around me was, there was this warm sense of belonging. I would have let them lead me into the bowels of hell if they'd liked, as long as Hell was filled with big black cock.

The back room served a double purpose as storage for Dixie's bar and her own private studio. She painted, and took photographs, but that was just her hobby. In the middle of the room was what she made her real money off of; a tattoo chair, with all the best equipment laid out all around it; as though she'd set it aside in preparation for my arrival. Obviously daddy had phoned ahead.

I looked to my Black Daddy with surprise when I realized what he had in store for me, and it excited me that I was about to get my first tattoo. I'd have to get something small, and in a place where my parents would never find out, but I'd always wanted a little ink, and the thought that it would be yet another secret between Isac and me made me giddy with excitement. As it turned out, Daddy had already chosen the perfect tag for me. As I climbed into the chair, Roxie helped me get cozy.

The chair was set up in a laid back position, with stirrups for my feet, and as Roxie gently removed my boots and took a seat between my legs she was smiling up at me. I couldn't help but blush as she ran her hands along my inner thighs, and when she started to undo my jeans it was all I could do to keep from blushing with embarrassment.

Daddy decided to leave us alone so Dixie could work, but before he left he walked over to me and cupped my cheek in his big strong hand. He gave me his thumb to suckle as he told me he'd be back in a short while, and instructed me to be good and do as Dixie told me. I nodded, slurping on his thumb like a good girl as he flashed me his trademark wicked grin.

As Isac left us, I glanced around the room taking in details I had somehow missed on my way in. Dixie had tattoo art on display, but mixed in along with that, were photographs she'd taken and some poster art as well. Most all her stuff was interracial and explicit, and I felt butterflies in my belly as I took in the beauty of her black on white art. She had some photos of girls being fucked, so young and sweet like me, being mounted by monster studs with enormous ebony horse cocks. The glistening black skin and glowing white flesh was an incredible contrast, and there were plenty of close up shots of tiny pink holes being violated by tar-black meat.

I was shocked to find that in a couple of the pictures, I actually knew the girls on display. Sasha Conner, that stuck up little honor society bitch who'd always turned her nose up at me during senior year was in one picture, naked down to a little red lace half bra that left her nipples bare. She was straddling a giant black bull, deeply planted in her pussy, and she had two more huge black dicks in each hand, pouting at the camera as she held their drooling knobs against her chipmunk cheeks.