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CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The "n" word is used liberally.
by Neal
Earlier, when Tom got back to the house after dropping Latessa off, he was still pretty sleepy. He went to the bedroom and stripped down to his sleeveless tee shirt and boxers. He wanted to use the bathroom and go back to sleep, so he headed out into the hallway.
He saw the door to the bathroom was closed and was just about to turn back to his room when the door opened up. Darlene had been in the shower and was completely naked. Tom's eyes involuntarily roamed over his daughter's nude body before she quickly closed the door.
"Dad!" exclaimed the teenager. "I didn't know you were home already!"
"I'm sorry, baby," replied Tom. "I was gonna go back to bed. I... didn't see nothin'..."
The door opened again, this time Darlene was wrapped in a towel. Tom's cock had hardened in an instant after the eyeful he'd received earlier and it still was poking against the thin cotton of his boxers. The girl glanced down briefly and then looked back up.
"It's okay, dad," said Darlene, still blushing. "It was an accident... And it was my fault, too. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."
"Don't worry about it...," Tom told her, his heart beating fast. "Just... uh... take a robe in there with you or somethin'..."
"Yes, daddy," replied Darlene softly before making her way to her bedroom.
The image of her father's erection tenting in his boxers was etched in her mind. Had she really had such an effect on him? She couldn't recall ever thinking about him only as a man, and not as her father.
Tom also had an image burned into his memory. Darlene's young naked body. Miz Cindy's denying him release had left him with heightened sensitivity to sexual situations like the accidental encounter he'd just experienced.
Nevertheless, there was no adequate rationalization for his extreme arousal at the sight of his teenaged daughter fresh out of the shower. He was ashamed to be feeling what he felt, but the harder he tried to block it out, the more he became consumed by it.
He climbed back into bed and tried to think of something else. Anything else. But as he drifted off to sleep, the vision of Darlene's bare breasts wouldn't go away.
* * *
Tom was walking down the hallway and went into his bedroom. Darlene sat on the edge of his bed in her nightgown. For some reason he wasn't surprised to find her there. She looked up at him as he approached her.
"Sorry about earlier, girl," Tom apologized.
"It's okay, daddy," said Darlene softly. "It's not like you could see between my legs or anything..."
"No," Tom agreed. "I didn't see that."
"Would you like to?" asked the teenager, looking up into her father's eyes.
"Huh?" Tom couldn't believe he'd heard right.
"Do you want to see between my legs, daddy?" asked his daughter sweetly. "I'll show you if you want. You just saw everything else, so you might as well see that."
"Well... uh...," stammered Tom.
Darlene lifted the hem of her gown and opened her legs, never taking her eyes off her father's face. Tom couldn't help but look at what she was showing him. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, his dick was at attention.
"Can you see okay, daddy?" Darlene asked in a little girl voice. "Can you see my pussy?"
"Yeah...," he replied, his voice cracking.
"Do you want to lick it?" smiled the black teenager.
"Uh...," Tom's mind was racing and his hard on was raging.
Darlene leaned back and opened her legs wide. Her smile faded slightly, transforming into a seductive grin.
"Lick it, daddy," she ordered him. "Lick my young pussy."
"Darlene!" exclaimed Tom, his legs feeling weak.
"I'm not asking, daddy," Darlene said evenly. "I'm telling you. Eat my cunt. You have to."
Tom couldn't help himself. He sank to his knees and leaned forward. His daughter's legs were spread wide, her pussy exposed and available. He could smell Darlene's arousal. Well, he told himself, it's not as if I'm actually fucking her. And she wants it.
He put his face between his daughter's legs and ran his tongue up her slit. Darlene's clit was popped out and Tom gently played with it. She gasped and moaned. Encouraged he started lapping her in earnest.
"Oh!" whimpered Darlene. "Oh, daddy!"
Darlene's pussy gushed as Tom stuck his tongue up into her hole. His face was slick with his little girl's juices.
"Ah!" Darlene exclaimed, deep in the grip of her orgasm. "Oh, daddy! You're makin' me cum, daddy!"
The black girl wrapped her legs around her father's head and humped her pussy against his face.
Immediately he was on top of her, looking down into her face. Then he was kissing her. The head of his dick was pushing into her pussy.
"Fuck me, daddy," she begged. "Please fuck your little girl."
Tom could feel Darlene's tight pussy as he shoved his entire length inside his daughter. She smiled at him the whole time he was violating her. It felt so wrong, but it felt so good.
"Daddy!" she cried out. "I'm gonna cum again, daddy! Daddy!"
Suddenly there was a knocking on the door. Tentative at first, then louder. Then a voice.
"Dad?" came Darlene's voice through the door. "Dad? Are you awake? Dad!"
Tom woke abruptly and sat up in bed. He was alone. Darlene was knocking on the door. His cock was standing up like a flag pole. A little wet spot was on the bed sheet where his erection was holding it up.
"Huh?" Tom responded, still dazed at waking so suddenly.
"Dad!" Darlene continued. "Mom's on the phone for you!"
"Okay," he replied. "I got it."
The images from his dream faded fast, but not fast enough for him not to feel shame at having sexual dreams about his own daughter. These five days of orgasm denial were making him crazy. That had to be the explanation. Darlene was his little girl! Well, thought Tom, maybe not so little anymore.
That was another part of the problem for him. Tom couldn't help but see her as a younger version of Latessa. When ever he tried to imagine his wife at this age, he saw Darlene's face. And now, her body.
"Tess?" he answered the phone. "What is it?"
Latessa told her husband about Miz Cindy's demand that he come and serve her guests at the party. He couldn't believe it when she told him about the dress requirements for a jacket and bow tie. He'd look like some kind of bus boy.
"Jesus, Tess!" Tom protested. "That sounds like a damn monkey suit! What does she think I am?"
He waited for an answer, but none was forthcoming. He knew he had no choice but to comply.
"Alright," said Tom finally. "I'll be there. Bye."
"Bye," replied Latessa.
The line clicked and immediately he started thinking ahead to that evening. Serving Miz Cindy's guests in a monkey suit. He could almost see her grinning at his humiliation. His cock twitched a little at the thought of it. He was so addicted to the white woman that he actually was looking forward to it. Maybe she'd actually let him get some relief tonight.
Tom pulled on a pair of pants and headed off towards the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. Darlene was lounging on the couch in the living room watching television. She looked up at him and smiled when he entered the room.
He drank in the sight of his teenaged daughter in her sleeveless pink tee shirt and jeans. Even at eighteen years old, Darlene still looked like a little girl, innocently sitting there on the couch.
The dream was still vivid in Tom's mind. Seeing Darlene on the couch immediately brought to mind the image from his dream of her sitting on the edge of his bed, slowly lifting her nightie and leaning back to show him her pussy.
If Darlene knew what he was thinking! Tom was ashamed to be having these thoughts about his daughter and struggled to push them out of his mind. But, as hard as he tried, his dick just wouldn't cooperate.
"What's wrong, dad?" asked Darlene. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, girl," he assured her. "Still waking up, that's all."
"What did mom want?" she wanted to know. "She told me she wasn't coming home now."
"It seems they're gonna need me to go up there an' help out with their party," Tom replied. "Sorry, Darlene... Looks like we won't be back until late. But, I've got to go to the mall real quick and pick up a tie. Maybe you'd like to come along?"
"That'd be great!" exclaimed Darlene happily. "There's this skirt I've just got to have! I got this blouse but nothing to go with it. Can we get it?"
"We'll see," he hedged. "You know we don't have alot of extra money these days..."
"Wait here," Darlene told him. "I'll be right back."
Darlene got up off the couch and went off to her room. Tom reached into his pants and straightened his erection out in a futile effort to hide his arousal from the girl.
Back in her room, Darlene considered the effect she seemed to be having on her father. She took the blouse out of her closet. It was lavender with a deep neckline and the fabric was so sheer that her bra would be clearly visible underneath it.
Deciding to forgo the bra, Darlene put the blouse on without it. This look would definitely encourage Tom to buy her a bra that would look good under the sheer material as well as soften him up and get the skirt for her, too. She felt naughty and maybe even a little dirty for using her father this way, but it wasn't as if she was hurting anyone. She left an extra button unfastened just for good measure.
When Tom saw how Darlene was dressed, his dick strained even more. The teenager's blouse demanded attention. The tops and sides of her chocolate brown breasts were completely exposed. Her dark areolas were discernible under the thin fabric. Her nipples were hard and made two little bumps in the material.
"See?" she asked. "I saw a beautiful skirt that would go perfectly with this!"
"Damn, girl!" exclaimed her father. "Isn't that a little revealing? And shouldn't you be wearing a bra?"
"Daddy!" complained Darlene. "All my bras show under this blouse! Maybe if you bought me a nice purple bra, it would work."
Darlene noticed Tom's efforts to avoid staring at her breasts. She knew very well he could see them under the blouse. She knew it was wrong to try and take advantage of her father this way, but he didn't seem to mind all that much.
"I guess we better do that...," Tom agreed reluctantly. "I can't have my little girl out running around like that!"
"Thank you, daddy!" Darlene said happily.
The girl stepped up to her father and put her arms around him. Darlene pressed her body close and kissed Tom on the cheek before letting go and running off to her room. If she'd felt his hard on under his jeans, she didn't give any sign of it, he thought.
"I'll be ready to go in a minute," she called from her room.
Tom returned to his bedroom and put on a tee shirt. Breakfast would have to wait. It was pretty late anyways, he thought. It would soon be lunch time.
* * *
They hadn't gotten too far down the road towards the mall when Darlene broke the silence.
"Is everything okay with you and mom?" asked the girl. "Things seem kinda weird lately."
"What do you mean?" he wanted to know. "Your mom having to work as a maid hasn't been easy on her. Or me. We're still getting used to it. That's all it is. We'll be fine."
"I don't know...," said Darlene. "It seems more than that... You both just seem different."
"Like I said, girl," Tom repeated evenly. "It's nothing for you to worry about. Everything will work out."
Darlene decided not to pursue the issue any further since it seemed to be a sore point with her father. Nothing more was said until after they arrived at the mall.
The teenager led the way through the mall to her favorite clothing store. When they got there, Darlene knew exactly which rack to go to. She thought about showing her father the skirt she wanted, but decided instead to show him one she knew he'd think was too revealing. Then she could compromise by choosing the one she really wanted. She picked up the short skirt up and held it up in front of her so he could see it.
"What do you think, dad?" Darlene asked, smiling happily.
"Looks a little short to me," replied Tom skeptically. "But, go put it on so I can see how it looks on you."
Darlene disappeared into the fitting room, leaving Tom standing amongst the racks as a couple of teenaged girls browsed them. He waited self consciously for his daughter to return.
Tom was surprised at just how short the skirt was. His dick twitched at the sight of Darlene's long legs. No way he was going to let her go out in public showing off so much flesh.
"Well?" she asked expectantly. "Isn't it great?"
"I can't believe they'd let you wear that to school!" he told her. "There must be something you'd like that's not so revealing. You want to leave something to the imagination, girl!"
"Alright," pouted Darlene.
Smiling to herself, Darlene turned around and bent over the lower rack where the skirt she really wanted hung. Her plan was going to work, she thought. Her father must be feeling a little bad for having to refuse her. He'd see the next skirt as much more conservative by comparison and would certainly want to make his daughter happy.
Tom couldn't take his eyes off Darlene's ass as she went through hangers on the lower rack. The short skirt she was wearing rode up on her backside and her white panties peeked out from underneath. He could feel his erection growing uncomfortably. She surprised him when she turned suddenly, holding another skirt.
Darlene watched Tom's eyes quickly meet hers. There was no doubt in her mind where they'd been while she was browsing through the bottom rack. She felt so naughty taking a passing glance downward and noticing the bulge in her father's jeans. Hopefully, she calculated, his discomfort will make him more receptive to the longer skirt.
"I'll go try this one on," she told him. "Be right back."
Apparently, this exchange caught the attention of the nearest teenaged shoppers. One slender blonde haired girl smirked a little and then covered her mouth as her eyes drifted down to Tom's crotch. Clearly the girl was amused at his condition and could barely contain a giggle.
Darlene returned in the new skirt. It was still well above the knees, but wasn't in danger of showing off what color underwear she had on. Tom was relieved that she hadn't chosen something completely unacceptable. He wanted to buy what she wanted and get out of there.
"So, how's this one?" Darlene asked. "Better?"
"Much," agreed Tom. "Let's get it and leave. We can get some lunch and go home."
"I still have to get a bra to go with the blouse," she said.
"Make it quick, Darlene," instructed her father.
Darlene returned to the fitting room to change back into the slacks she came in. Tom tried to ignore the glances of the blonde girl who was indiscretely eavesdropping. He turned his back to her and tried to adjust his discomfort in a futile effort to avoid drawing attention to himself.
It wasn't long before Darlene returned, skirt in hand. He waited as she selected a purple bra that wouldn't show so much under the blouse she'd modeled for him at home. Together, they made their way to the counter where a twenty something sales girl stood.
The petite brunette behind the counter displayed a bemused expression as she rang up their purchases. Tom was embarrassed by the whole ordeal and couldn't wait to get out of the clothing store. He started to the door as soon as Darlene picked up the package.
"Just a minute, there," called the brunette.
Tom turned to see the sales girl holding his credit card. The blonde teenager who'd been watching him was waiting to check out. Both of them watched as he returned to the counter.
"I don't blame you for being in a rush," said the clerk, smiling knowingly. "But don't forget your card."
The blonde girl giggled. Tom blushed, imagining what they must be thinking about an older man paying for a young woman's apparel.
"She happens to be my daughter," he said defensively.
"Even better," smiled the brunette.
Tom took the credit card from her and hurried to catch up with Darlene. He could hear the young women giggling again as he passed out into the mall. His face burned with humiliation.
"What's wrong, dad?" asked Darlene.
"Forgot my credit card," he mumbled in reply. "Had to go back after it. Let's go home."
"But what about the tie you wanted?" his daughter reminded him.
"Oh, yeah," said Tom. "I forgot."
The men's clothing store represented another trial for Tom. A well dressed brunette woman in her late twenties ended up waiting on him. It seemed like he was being forced to have to deal with one white woman after another and irrational as it seemed to him, he couldn't help thinking they all knew his secrets. He simply selected a clip on tie, bought it, and left.
"Are you sure you're okay, dad?" asked Darlene once they were back in the car.
"I just don't like hangin' out in ladies' clothing stores, that's all," Tom told her.
His mind flashed back to the glimpse of his daughter's panties while she was bending over in the store. Then the image of her from his dream popped into his head. Darlene lifting her nightie, leaning back on the bed.
Tom shook his head and forced his attention on reality, but he could still feel his balls tightening. It had been almost a week since he'd had some relief, he thought. It had to be affecting him. He pulled out of the parking lot and drove home.
* * *
Tom showered before he got ready to go to the Andrews' place. Even his own touch washing himself was enough to get him hard. He knew it wouldn't take more than a few seconds to get himself off the way he was now. But, he'd come this far and was determined to hold out until Miz Cindy permitted him relief.
Back in his bedroom, Tom tried to put all the images out of his mind. Thoughts of Darlene and now of Miz Cindy had him aroused. He started to put his boxer shorts on when he heard his daughter's voice from the hallway. He'd neglected to close the door.
"Do you like it, daddy?" she was asking.
Darlene was dressed in the sheer blouse along with the new bra underneath. She also had the new skirt on. She blushed when she saw her father was naked. She immediately turned away so as not to embarrass him any further, but not before she saw that he was partially erect.
"Sorry, dad," she apologized. "I saw the door was open..."
"Forget it," said Tom.
Tom finished dressing after Darlene went back down the hall. He stopped to look at himself in the full length mirror. He looked like a butler or a waiter. He wondered if Latessa felt what he was feeling now when she first put on her maid's uniform.
The embarrassment he just got from having his daughter see him was nothing compared to what he knew he'd be experiencing later at the party. At the Andrews' place he'd just be a monkey in a monkey suit.
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