Nightfall (Mg, Inter, Teen, Oral, Drugs)
by KeithMcD

Note: I don't know anything about the adoption and fostering
process, this is all made up shit so please give me a little
poetic licence here.

Disclaimer: These are just stories that have very taboo themes in
them and NOT wishful thinking. I just want to tell stories and
hope no one takes my tales as anything but sexual fantasies. I
don't practice, participate in or encourage sex with children,
rape, do drugs or murder people. I don't encourage anyone to do
any of the things my characters do either, they are not based on
anyone or any situation.




Nightfall


He knew it was a mistake taking her in. She was white first of
all, not that he was racist or anything, he just felt that a lone
forty year old black man having a white fifteen year old girl in
his house was just inappropriate and would get tongues wagging.
Then there was the fact that she had slept with all of her foster
carers, including the female one. It was just strange that he had
been contacted as a new foster carer when he didn't apply for the
job. The woman who had come to speak with him was adamant that
this is where they wanted the girl to stay. When he refused she
had shown him a letter that she had received from a contact of
hers, a letter that would make it very uncomfortable for him and
make certain people eager to talk to him.
She knew about the money he had hidden ten years ago, the money
he had said he knew nothing of, the money that he told the police
his blackmailer had spirited away just before he was killed in
the shoot-out with the law. He had only just managed to avoid a
prison sentence as there was no evidence to pin anything on him
as a part of the robbery. He didn't know how she or her 'friend'
had discovered his little secret, but she said she would look the
other way if he agreed to keep the girl for her as a legal
guardian.
As to why she picked him she said that he was a perfect candidate
for the girl's keeper.
Now as he looked at the girl he believe he should have told her
to go to hell.
Her name was Beverley Simms and she was very beautiful indeed.
She was quite tall for her age, about five feet seven inches in
height tall to his six foot two. She was slender, very slinky and
graceful in her movements. She wore a short flowered dress that
showed off her long shapely legs and the deep neck gave an
unobstructed view of her rather large breasts. To say she was
beautiful was an understatement, she was a vision. She had sex
pouring out from every pore. She looked nothing at all like a
fifteen year old.
Omar Rogers knew he was in trouble. Just the way she appraised
him alone made him feel like running a mile. She gave him a very
slow and sexy smile. She didn't look like any fifteen year old he
had ever seen in his life, they sure grew them quick nowadays.
"So your going to be my new Daddy eh?" she said walking around
him, "Nice! You know you're very handsome. I never really looked
at black men before, I think we'll get along really well, don't
you 'Daddy'?" she smiled at him.
And then she turned to strut across the room to the chair waiting
there. She had a nice arse on her too. She sat down and draped
her arms across the backrest, looking over at him.
"Don't worry, I promise I'll behave. At least for a while anyway.
I know they must have told you about me. Apparently this is my
last chance and then they send me to boot camp. Well I don't want
to go there so I'll be a cooperative little girl and not bother
you too much."
He smiled at her nervously.
"Oh come on Daddy, come sit next to me and tell me about
yourself. I was told a few things but I would rather you tell me,
from the horses mouth as it were?"
From the way she spoke he could tell that she was educated,
intelligent. She even sounded like an adult.
She moved over on the sofa and made a little room for him. Not
much though. He didn't really want to sit next to the young
siren. He shuffled over there very slowly, the girl burst out
laughing, a lovely tinkling sound.
"Come on Daddy, I won't bite, I promise."
She patted the seat beside her and beamed a beautiful smile at
him. He finally sat down next to her. She pressed her lovely
smooth leg against his and rested her hand on his thigh.
"Now, tell me about yourself. What do you do for a living?"
They talked for over two hours and he slowly began to feel very
comfortable with this girl who acted much older than her age. She
took the lead and steered the conversation with an intelligence
that amazed him.
She told him about herself and how she had come to be in her
situation. Her mother had died leaving her with an aunt,
Beverley's great aunt. Her husband had come into the girl's room
when she was nine. He made her keep quiet by telling her that she
would be sent away if she told. Beverley loved her auntie and
didn't want to be sent away, so she remained and became her great
uncle's sex toy for another three years, he trained her to do all
the things that pleased him.
Then he died and her aunt got ill afterwards and died too. She
was sent to her first foster home where her foster-father came to
the twelve year old's room in the night. She entertained him for
many nights over the next two years before his wife found out and
called the police. Beverley went from home to home over the
years, each one she found someone who wanted her fresh young
body. The last was her foster-mother, the woman harboured lesbian
tendencies and took the girl into her bed. She learned to use her
little tongue to satisfy the woman for many a night before the
social services found out about the woman's inappropriate
behaviour with other girls and came for her.
The tears rimming her eyes were enough to make him believe her.
He lay his hand on hers and placed an arm around her shoulders.
"No one will bother you here, I promise you that."
She looked up at him and smiled, then lay her head on his big
sturdy chest.

Omar had taken her big suit cases upstairs and helped her to
unpack her things. She talked and joked with him. He left
Beverley to get settled and went down to answer the phone.
"How is she settling in Mr Rogers?" It was Hazel Braithwaite for
the Children's Home.
"Err, she's doing fine. She is just getting her things packed
away."
"Good. I think you two will do just fine. Just remember our
little deal and I will lose the letter somewhere."
She hung up without another word. Omar put the phone down. He
didn't trust that woman, there was just something about her he
could not put his finger on. He knew that he couldn't move his
stash of money, she and her 'friend' would probably be watching
him. He had to figure another way to change the location.
He heard the shower running when he went to climb the stairs and
went back into the living room. He didn't want any accidental
meetings with the girl coming out of the shower. He relaxed with
his novel again and picked up where the hero was hiding in the
old house from the men trying to kill him.
He had gotten through three pages when she came into the room.
She was still towelling her hair dry. She wore a short tight
yellow Lycra pants which clung to every curve and fold of her
hips and bum. Her pussy was plainly imprinted in the material.
She had a stretchy red tube top that hugged the her breasts. She
seemed to be unaware of the fact that he could see everything she
had in those clothes.
"Ooh! That was nice, a hot shower after a long day." she said
said and looked at him from under the towel, "You should really
have one too you know, you have a young lady in the house now,
you're all sweaty and since I'm your new daughter I'm sending you
up to bathe."
Omar got lazily to his feet and went upstairs to shower. All the
while he listened out for her, in case he was wrong and she tried
something. He dried off and exited the bathroom. She was not in
the hall or in his room hiding. He relaxed and changed into a
pair of beige slacks and a white rugby shirt. He went back
downstairs to find the girl had cooked some dinner for the two of
them. It was quite good too.
"Just something I picked up from a foster mother at one of the
homes," she said to him when he complimented her on her cooking.
They relaxed in the living room and she played some soft music.
He felt very relaxed.
In no time at all it was time for bed. He felt tired and sleepy,
it had been a long day and he was looking forward to stripping
off and crashing out on his bed. He turned to say good night to
his young charge, but she was on him before he could speak. Her
arms went around his waist and she tip-toed up to kiss him on the
cheek. Then she was gone. He felt relief that she didn't try
anything and closed his bedroom door behind him. Omar got into
bed, naked as usual. He had always slept this way. He was asleep
as soon as his head hit the pillow.

It was very late when the door eased slowly open in the darkness
of the room. A slender shadowy white female figure crept quietly
into the room and moved silently towards the sleeping form of the
black man on the bed. She peeled the sheets down in the
gloominess and switched on the table lamp. Beverley was naked.
Her smooth alabaster skin was a contrast against Omar's darker
hue. She lay against him and placed her mouth next to his ear.
Whispering could be heard in the room as her white hand caressed
his naked form, her delicate hand slowly moving down to grasp his
limp penis which slowly began to thicken and harden in her slim
hand.
She gasped, smiling with delight. He was definitely bigger than
anyone she ever 'played' with before. She was very glad she had
taken those pills, she would be doing the cooking for some time
and would make sure that she continued to visit him in the night.

Omar woke feeling quiet rested. He had not slept like that for a
very long time. He got off the bed and pulled on his robe then he
went to the bathroom to shower. He cleaned his teeth and left the
room. As he was exiting he almost bumped into Beverley as she
came to the door.
"Good morning Daddy!"
"Good morning and I wish you wouldn't call me that," he told her.
She laughed.
"You'd better get used to it Daddy, I like calling you that," she
hugged him round his waist, pressing her sexy young body up
against him and kissed him on his grizzled chin.
She released him and went into the bathroom. He shook his head
and went into his room to change. He wore jeans today, jeans and
a black t-shirt. His hair was getting thicker, it needed cutting.
He would have to visit the barber later. He went downstairs and
made breakfast, scrambled eggs and toast. Beverley came down in a
white skirt and a short sleeved white blouse. She smiled at him
as she sat down and spooned some of the egg onto her plate.
"You look very nice this morning," he said to her, relieved that
she wasn't wearing those tight revealing clothes again today.
"Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself," she smiled at him
then placed a piece of toast with a dollop of egg on it into her
mouth.
He studied her as they ate, his mind still worried about what he
had been told by Hazel Braithwaite about her predatory sexual
nature and what the girl had actually told him about herself. She
caught him staring and smiled at him as though she knew what he
was thinking. He looked down into his plate and concentrated on
finishing his meal.
Afterwards, when he had cleared the dishes away and washed up, he
found her reading one of his books. It was 'Dune', one of his
favourites.
"That's a good book," he said to her, “in fact the whole series
is pretty good. I have all of them now."
He indicated the small bookcase in the corner where she had
removed the book.
"Yes, I noticed."
She looked back down and continued reading. She was a lot more
intelligent than any fifteen year old her age, and a lot more
mature. But that may have been down to her particular
circumstances rather than just intelligence. She moved, spoke and
acted like a woman of about twenty five.
He had to take her to her new school on Monday, he wondered how
she would get on there. He hoped she would fit in and make
friends, but he could see little hope of that happening. She was
just too adult for the girls in the school. He would have to wait
and see.
The day went quietly. Beverley read for a while then asked him to
take her shopping, the house needed food, toiletries and stuff.
He opened the garage and drove his little Ford Fiesta out onto
the drive to the amusement of the fifteen year old.
"What?"
"I just knew you'd have a small car, that's all."
He looked at her puzzled. And then shrugged. Wondering only
briefly about her strange comment.
They drove to the large Sainsbury's Savacenter in Beckton and
parked. She hung onto his arm for the entire trip, drawing
ominous looks from the shoppers and staff until he burst out in
anger,
"She's my adopted daughter, OK?" to which she giggled and the
onlookers turned away embarrassed.
Beverley made sure she called him 'Daddy' once or twice to
alleviate his anguish.
"You're so cute when you're angry," she said as they packed the
groceries into the back of the car.
He just huffed and she started laughing again.
They visited Argos and B&Q then went back home. He had filled up
with diesel before they got back, just in case. The shopping had
cost him £157, he tutted as he looked at the receipts.
It was a good job he was going back to work on Monday after
taking Beverley to school. Strangely enough, she seemed to be
looking forward to school.
"I haven't been to a proper school for a few years," she looked a
little glum as she spoke, "The last two foster carers kept me
home and 'home schooled' me, if you know what I mean."
She didn't have to elaborate.
Lunch was cooked by the eager girl, she seemed to revel in her
ability to prepare a sumptuous meal, and sumptuous it was. There
was lamb cutlets cooked in a nice white wine sauce, steamed Pak
Choy with a potato salad. Omar eat to full, leaning back in his
chair and regarding her as she finished her meal across the table
from him. She would make someone a good wife one day and that was
not because of her ability to cook either. She was bright, smart
and very empathic. She just seemed to know what to say or do at
the right time. And all in someone so young.
"What?" She was copying his earlier phrase.
"Just thinking that you'll make a good wife for someone one day,
that's all."
She looked at him with a guarded expression. Then she laughed.
Her laugh was so pleasant and a bit sexy too, which disturbed him
somewhat.
"Typical man talking, she can cook so she'll be a good wife."
"No, that's not the reason..."
"Oh suurrre!"
"No, really. You're just so... You fit well into a man's life..."
he knew he shouldn't have said that.
It came out wrong. He stopped.
"I think you like having me here," she smiled, "you getting used
to having me here already. That has to be a record. All the
'others' didn't want me with them at all at first..."
Her expression changed, her smile faltered and then disappeared
completely.
"Are you going to want me gone later?"
Before he could say anything she got up from the table and ran
off upstairs. He got up and went after her. The door to her room
was not closed. He peeped around the door and found her lying on
her stomach across the bed crying. He went into the room, not
quiet knowing what to say or do, this wasn't something he had
experience with. He sat on the bed and tentatively stroked her
hair. She looked up at him and saw the sorrow on his face. She
was in his arms in seconds, crying her eyes out onto his
shoulder. He hugged the girl and cradled her head.
"I will never hate you. I promise." he said holding her like that
for a long while until her crying subsided.
She finally sat up and looked at him. Her tear-stained face a
mess. They looked at each other and started laughing. They hugged
again and he got up from the bed. She followed him downstairs and
helped him clear the table.

The rest of the day past and Beverley cooked dinner. They eat and
talked. Afterwards she placed him in the living room with her
favourite soft music and left him to relax as she cleaned up the
kitchen.
When she got back he was dozing. She sat next to him and placed
his arm around her shoulders.
He had woken up and they chatted about her impending school start
and his job at the company he worked for as an IT Systems
Manager.
He was feeling very tired and told her he would go up.
"Don't stay up too late, OK?"
"Don't worry, I won't." She stated it with certainty.

The girl switched the lamp on and illuminated the bed. Omar lay
naked on his back, his leg apart exposing his big thick limp
penis and his large balls. She lay on the bed against him her leg
across his and fondled the big organ. She leaned up and licked
his ear, causing the sleeping man to shudder slightly. She
smiled. He was so sensitive, even though the pills had put him
into deep sleep. She rolled partly on top of him so that her
breasts pressed against his body. She placed her mouth close to
his ear and spoke to him in a low, quiet voice. Her hand played
with his cock until it slowly hardened in her small hand. She
alternated between whispering, licking and sucking his ear while
she stroked his big thick black cock.

Omar got up feeling fresh and rearing to go. He practically
bounced out of the bed. He showered and changed then went down to
find Beverley had made breakfast.
"Hi there Daddy, did you sleep well?"
"Yeah, I put my head down and it was all over until this
morning," said in wonder.
Since she came to live he seemed to get a lot more sleep than
usual. Maybe it was all the running around that helped.
"Anyway, what about you? Did you sleep good too?"
"I had a bit of a hard night. It was a bit of a stretch, but I
managed it in the end. I had a real belly full" She seemed to be
laughing at her own joke.
"Kids." He thought.
The whole of Saturday went very slowly, which suited him. He had
a call from one of the directors of the company who was trying to
access the network externally. He was unable to use the VPN to
get in. Omar had to go into the office to reset the router and
Beverley came along for the drive.
"Wow what a view," she said as she stood in the window looking
out at Tower Bridge and the London Assembly Building.
Another evening came and Beverley insisted that she would be
doing the dinner and he was to be out of the kitchen. He obliged,
he liked not having to cook. She seemed to want to do all the
cooking. If it helped her settle down he would let her.
She played another of her favourite albums that evening, she
seemed to love classical music. He didn't really mind, he found
it quite relaxing and since he was not much of a TV person anyway
it was a nice way to end the evening, reading a book and talking
before bed. Maybe this was the reason he had slept so well
recently.

The girl raised her head from between the sleeping man's thick
muscular legs. Sperm leaked out from the corner of her mouth and
she licked it clean with her small tongue. She crawled up onto
the man's large body and lay on him, kissing his lips and
slipping her tongue into his mouth. He was still very hard. she
held him with one hand and rubbed him against her wet slit, his
own cum helping to lubricate her. She spoke into his ear and he
groaned in his sleep as she pressed down hard onto him. She
gasped, continuing to tell him things, making sure they would
seep into his subconscious.

Beverley was very chirpy as usual. She did breakfast and made
sure he was fed, then she decided that they should go for a walk
in Beckton park as the day was the sunniest they had had for the
whole 'summer'. The took a long slow walk around the pond and
stopped to watch the swans.
"I like being here with you," she said suddenly, "I've never been
happy at the other places, but I like living with you."
She looked at him earnestly.
"Well, if I'm honest I'd have to say that I like having you as
well." She smiled and hung onto his arm.
They finished their walk and got home. She used the computer in
his room and he watched the news. Omar had been a bit of a loner
in his life, never managing to stay with any woman for more than
a week at a time. Somehow he felt the girl fit into his life as
if she was already a part of it before she came there to live.
Then there was that Braithwaite woman, she gave him the
'Willies'. She had an angle, he was sure, and it involved the
money he had hidden away.
Beverley wore her shorts today and the clingy tube top. She
walked around the room twisting that sweet little butt of hers
all over the room. At one time coming over and sitting on his lap
as he watched TV. He could feel himself getting stirred as she
hugged him and kissed his neck.
"Err... Don't do that."
"Ooh, am I turning you on?" She joked and got up, she stood in
front of him. "It's no shame to get a hard-on because a pretty
girl sits in your lap you know."
She stood there with her hands on her hips with a mock frown.
"I'm just uncomfortable with it," he told her.
She climbed back onto his lap, facing him this time and with her
nose touching his.
"Does this make you uncomfortable?" she asked him.
He nodded in the affirmative.
"I won't do anything you're not comfortable with, but I am an
affectionate person and I like to kiss and hug a lot. Maybe it's
why I was so easily taken advantage of in the first place."
She stared at him and then pressed her soft lips gently against
his, then quickly pulled away.
"See, just a kiss. Occasionally I just like to do that. I trust
you, I know you will never take advantage of me. I just know it."
She hugged him tightly with her face in his neck.
She placed her mouth close to his ear.
"I love being with you. I just want a hug and a kiss now and
then, that's all," she whispered.
He felt a shudder run through his body from her breath in his
ear. She hugged him a little bit longer and then got up and sat
next to him in the chair, taking his hand and holding it in her
lap. They sat together like that for the rest of the afternoon
then she commanded him to remain there while she prepared dinner.
They ate whilst taking about the movie they had just watched.
"He really should have used that other lift," she said, "I would
have. Some of those movies have such stupid people in them."
She was still laughing.
"If he was smart there wouldn't be a movie to watch. That's the
whole point isn't it."
"Yeah but you've got to have at least a believable plot as well
and I say even stupid people would have chosen the other lift. He
had to know there was something fishy about the 'faulty' sign on
the good door when the tattered door was partly opened."
They carried on with their discussion long after the dishes were
washed and they returned to the living room. Beverley played one
of her relaxing rhythms and they sat back and listened. Omar
found that he really was getting into this music.
When he got sleepy she followed him up after they locked up the
house. Stood on tip-toes and kissed his mouth before going off to
her own room. He cleaned up in the bathroom and closed the door,
hopping naked into his bed as usual. He turned out the lights and
was quickly asleep.

She lay upon him, exhausted. She had cum several time tonight
with his long thick cock in her guts, the biggest she had ever
taken. She wondered if she could get him up her in the back. His
sperm felt warm in her belly. She felt contented. She could still
taste his sperm in her mouth and now she pressed her lips to his.
He was just not like the others at all, she wanted to keep this
one.

Beverly was all dressed for her new school. He could hardly
believe it was the same girl. She looked, well, like a school
girl.
"Well, how do I look?" she asked smiling.
"Very nice indeed. I keep forgetting you're only fifteen, now
it's kind of obvious." She giggled at him.
"You're just getting accustomed to me being the woman of the
house." She swirled and gave him a show of her in different
poses.
The school headmaster was a nice woman who had decided to place
Beverley into a more senior class after testing her.
"She's obviously not suited to a class of fifteen year olds.
She's mentally much more intelligent and frighteningly more
mature than that class. I have placed her in the sixth form and I
think she'll be fine there."
Omar left her in the school with her promising to work hard and
not get into any trouble. His own job went well that day. He
fixed a few niggling problems that had been plaguing him for a
few months. It was as if the long nights of sleep had allowed his
brain to work better. He had all of the staff practically eating
out of his hand.
The afternoon he arrived home to find a cheerful Beverley had
prepared dinner and was finishing some homework.
"Hi Daddy!" she screamed as she clung to him and kissed him once
on the mouth.
She led him into the living room and sat him down, then she
brought him a tall glass of lemonade she had made from freshly
squeezed lemons. She told him about her first day at school and
how a girl had tried to belittle her in the class in front of the
other pupils she had took the girl down with her quick wit and
sharp tongue. The girl had been badly embarrassed but she had
gained several new friends. The older girl kept out of her way
after that.
Omar knew the bully would do something later on and told the
girl.
"You know you'll have to watch her now. She'll do something to
get back at you."
"I know. I'm not so cocky to think I've defeated her. She'll come
with something."
They relaxed in the living room to the gentle music and he
cuddled the girl as she wanted. He found it easier not to think
of her in a sexual way dressed in her uniform. She didn't look so
adult or sexually attractive now. She kissed him quite a lot on
the mouth as they sat together. He was becoming accustomed to her
way of showing affection already.

The big black man slept very deeply as the girl climbed off the
big bed. She looked down at him for a very long time before she
turned off the lamp. She like this one so much. He still hadn't
made a move on her even after all she had done. By now the others
had already used her, yet he still resisted, even switched those
feeling off. She bent and kissed his mouth in the darkness,
his sperm leaked down her well muscled leg.

It had been three months since she came there and he still felt
the same. She fit. If she had been an older woman he might have
proposed to her.
She was doing really well in school and the Braithwaite woman was
getting increasingly annoyed that she had not tried to fuck him
as yet.
"You sound disappointed," he told her.
She blathered on the phone but he could tell she was very
annoyed. He then realised she actually brought the girl there to
entrap him into giving her and her 'friend' the money. So far it
was not working.
She hung up in disgust.
Omar knew he had to act quickly or everything would go really
bad. But he still had to wait for some things to fall into place.
Beverley was cooking every meal now and he ate lavishly for
weekend lunch too. The girl was a very good cook. Every night he
slept like the dead and woke feeling refreshed and raring to go.
Beverley came home from school and did her homework then did the
dinner the evening always ended with her cuddling in his arms.
She kissed him all the time now, everything was an excuse for a
her to press her soft young lips to his mouth. A few times he had
even met her coming out of the bathroom with a small towel barely
covering her hot young body. He would quickly leave her and go
into his room.
Then on Tuesday the man who lived in the house behind him in the
next street call him when he came home from work and was relaxing
it the garden.
"Hi there. Look, I know you do computers and I have this system
that my son needs to use for his homework. I just wondered if you
would, you know, have a look?
Omar was about to make excuses when an idea formed in his head.
"Yeah, why not. Just hold on right here."
Then he rushed back into the house and collected a few items. He
climbed over the fence and went into the house with the man. Bob
Mortimer's house was identical in layout to his own. Omar sorted
out the problems with Bob's PC in no time.
"Wow, that was all? You are good at this stuff." The amazed man
checked out the machine. "So how much do I owe you?"
"Tell you what,” Omar said, “do me a favour and we'll call it
even."
Omar sat in the sofa two and a half hours later with the lovely
fifteen year old in her usual place in his lap. Her face was
snuggled in his neck and they hugged and listened to some Jazz he
had found lurking in a cupboard somewhere.
"Mmmm! I like this," she said.
He didn't know if she was talking about the music or the cuddle.

The sleeping man's cock lurched and filled the girl's mouth with
it's hot seed. She let it finish and swallowed all of it, licking
her lips and then licking the cock clean. She kept licking his
cock and his balls until it became rigid again and climbed onto
his sleeping body. She knew she was in love with this man and
that she must stay with him no matter what.
She slid down onto him, laying upon him and pressed her mouth
close to his ear. She whispered to him, saying things into his
subconscious that he would never remember.

Omar woke in the morning and was a little worried about the
dreams he had been having. Since Beverley had come to stay with
him months ago he had been constantly having dirty dreams. If it
was once or twice that would be fine, but he had them every
single night. Recently they all consisted of him having sex with
Beverley. His grandmother would have found a metaphor or dream
analogy to explain it away if she were alive and if he could tell
her about it without getting a slap. It only bothered him because
of the subject of the dream rather than the sex, the sex was
great. He had been abstaining from sex since his last doomed
relationship, not even masturbating. Maybe this was just his
body's way at dealing with the problem.
He got out of bed and pulled on his robe. He wanted to have a
shower and get dressed. Today was Saturday and he had bills to
pay. It was month-end and he had been paid.
He found Beverley walking the hallway in her bra and very skimpy
panties. She was brushing her hair as she walked towards him. He
cock hardened as her hips swayed to the rhythm of her movements.
She really was a very sexy little girl.
"Shouldn't you have some more clothes on?" he asked a little
turned on, the night's dreams still fresh in his mind and his
cock starting to tent his robe.
He crossed his hands in front of him now, trying to hide his
arousal. But her look said she had already seen it.
"Oh Daddy, we're at home. No one can see. Anyway, what father
hasn't seen his daughter naked before."
She swayed her hips and walked past him into her room. She really
did have a great arse. He went into the bathroom and shaved,
brushed his teeth and showered. After drying himself he went into
his room and changed into his grey slacks and white t-shirt.
"My word, someone's been working out," Beverley said as he came
into the dining area of the large kitchen.
She smiled up at him from the table. She was wearing a white
t-shirt as well. Her shoulder-length dark hair in a ponytail. She
looked exceptionally beautiful and not at all like a fifteen year
old. He sat down at the table across from her.
"What are you going to be doing today while I'm paying bills and
stuff today?"
"I'm coming with you," she stated plainly, "I don't want you
meeting some gorgeous woman somewhere and then having no more use
for me."
He laughed and shook his head.
"That is not likely. There is no woman I've ever met who is
better looking than you, their unlikely to take your place."
He realised afterwards that he shouldn't have said it to her
quite like that. But she was smiling with pure pleasure. She
cleared the dishes and joined him in the living room to help him
sort through the bills and write cheques.
As he wrote the items out, she rested her hand on his shoulder
and looked down at what he was doing. They got into the Fiesta
and drove off up to Stratford. The car park at Morrison's was
half full, he got a ticket and placed it in the car, then they
crossed the junction to walk to the bank. They drove to Ilford,
shopped and eat on the top floor of the Ilford Exchange. Finally
the car pulled up to the house just after 2:41pm.
The looks that they had got whilst shopping said 'older man with
younger girlfriend'. Beverley was not displeased. She milked it
by clinging coyly to his arm like a trophy, further adding to his
discomfort.
She strutted around the house in her tight jeans like a queen. By
the end of the day she wore one of his t-shirts with nothing else
on. She had changed to be more comfortable she said. He felt a
bit uncomfortable with her new form of dress, but said nothing.
She deposited herself in his lap and pressed her mouth to his
ear, whispering how much she loved him and how she wanted to be
with him forever. He shuddered as her breathy voice spoke in his
ear. He rested his hand on her hip and she pressed her young hot
body up hard against him, her breasts firm against his chest. She
pulled her face back and looked deep into his eyes then she
kissed him. He felt her soft lips part and her tongue slipped
into his mouth. She kissed him deeply and then pulled away again.
"I really love you. You're not like the others at all. I can give
myself to over to you completely." She kissed him again, sensing
his need.
Her tongue was urgent in his mouth. He found he had no strength
to stop her he felt so hot and needy. She kissed him much longer
this time, her hands holding his head as she powered her tongue
into his mouth, feeding him her love. He tried to resist, and
then he did. He wrenched his mouth from hers, turning his face
away from her.
"We... can't... we can't do this," he whispered.
She turned his face back to look at her. She was crying.
"I know. I just wanted to be closer to you," she said quietly.
And then kissed him one more time, a long wet kiss. She left him
there and went up to her room. He sat there for a very long time
before he finally went upstairs. He went to her door and poised
to knock but his hand froze. He knew he could not go through with
it. It was still the wrong thing to do. He went to his room,
stripped and climbed into bed.

She had spent nearly fifteen minutes kissing the sleeping man
before she crawled between his legs and drank from his big black
cock. She rode him for most of the night and drained him until
there was nothing left in his large balls to give. Then she
kissed him some more, wanting to stay there with him until
morning but knowing that she couldn't. Soon though, soon he would
give himself to her. She felt his barriers were slowly coming
down and she would make him hers.

Omar woke with slowly. He felt drained as if he had fucked all
night. Even the dreams of that night had not given him an
erection. He pulled on his robe and climbed slowly to his feet.
He staggered out to the bathroom and met Beverley coming out of
there first. She was wrapped in her little towel.
"Morning Daddy!" She sounded bright and cheery.
"I hope you slept well cause I definitely did."
"I feel a little drained," he said to which she giggled.
He looked at her and shook his head.
"What?"
She giggled again and went off to her room to change.
Hazel Braithwaite called, it seemed that she was beginning to
tire of waiting for him to fuck the girl and came with the direct
approach.
"I know you've been fucking with Beverley, Mr Rogers, I will call
the police if you don't tell me where the money you've hidden
is."
"I thought you were going to tell interested parties about that
letter you have? You do still have the letter, don't you?" his
voice was thick with sarcasm.
"Let's not play games Mr Rogers. I want the money and I will do
whatever is necessary to get it." She was really angry now.
"I know. You sent Bev here to entrap me, didn't you?
Unfortunately for you she is a wonderful girl who just wants a
proper father to love her. She's not made a single move on me at
all.” he told the angry woman.
“I don't believe you! She is a horny slut who fucks everything
that moves. I know, I...” she stopped talking, she had given
something away.
Omar smiled and chuckled down the phone.
“I'll tell you what," he told her, "You call the police and tell
them whatever you wish, or better still, send the letter to your
'friends' and we'll see what happens. Since I have never touch
Beverley inappropriately I have nothing to worry about, and I
have taken care of that little nest-egg that has caused me so
many problems in the past. So you see, I really couldn't give a
flying fuck about your threats or your promises."
“I don't believe you! You're lying!” she screamed.
He hung up the phone as she screamed down the other end. He had
already taken care of a number of issues with a certain person
describe on that letter. The old criminal had fallen on hard
times and had debts. Omar's part in the robbery was as the
getaway driver. He had been blackmailed by the leader of the
group into taking part because of a certain woman he shouldn't
have been with. His take had been more than £200,000 which he had
hidden away, not wanting to touch the dirty money. It was money
he didn't want but at that time he could not give it back. The
man that it had been taken from was known as a vicious and evil
man, he had no idea what would have happened if he had admitted
to being involved in the robbery, even if he was only a driver.
All those years there had been fingers pointed at him, but
nothing to say he had actually taken part. Even the crime boss
they had robbed had kept an eye on him for a long time, but
seeing that his lifestyle had actually gotten worse and not
better, had finally made them lay off.
Now half of the money had been taken back to the mellowed old
crime lord turned pub owner who had fallen on some hard times. He
had actually been glad to have the money, believing Omar when he
told him what part he had played and why, that it was all he had
actually been given. He had left the pub a much freer and happier
man with £100,000 pounds in his bank account. All other traces of
his involvement in the crime had now ended.
As for Beverley, well he knew that he had never touched the girl
so there was nothing to answer on that score either. He had also
visited an office near the Braithwaite woman's and had a little
chat with some officials there. He had filled in some paperwork
and was carrying the letter he had received that morning in his
jacket pocket as he spoke to the police chief an hour later after
arranging a little meeting. The meeting ended and he went back
home.
Beverley was home already and was cooking dinner. She had a
pensive look as she came to greet him, pressing her hot young
body against his and kissing his mouth quickly, she pulled him
into the chair and sat in his lap.
"Daddy? I want to start taking Jujitsu classes again, I had
started years ago but had to quit when I moved again. I was doing
so well too."
He looked at her and smiled.
"Of course, do you know a class locally?" he asked her.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I wanted to start going tonight if
that's OK?" she looked tentative.
He nodded and she jumped on him, hugging him and kissing his
mouth hard.
"Thank you Daddy! It will be £10 per night once a week," she said
excitedly and waited as he pulled out his wallet and gave her
£20.
"I'm going to have to start giving you an allowance starting from
the end of the month. Now you have to spend it wisely, OK? This
is just for this week, I'll give you more next week."
Again the girl screamed excitedly and hugged him as he laughed
and hugged her back. He was happy that she had not tried to get
in his bed or even do more than kiss him. He was really enjoying
having her around and even her cooking was superb.
They had their evening meal and she promised to come straight
back home after her classes. He stayed in and listened to music
for about an hour before going up to bed, trusting her to lock up
when she got in. He was fast asleep by the time she came in. She
had a great workout at the new place and managed to pick up from
where she left off easily. She locked up the house and walked to
the shower, stopping at Omar's room to check in on him. He was
sleeping peacefully and she smiled down at him. She left him
there and showered, changed into her nightie and dried her hair.

She sat looking at him and smiled. She knew that he was falling
in love with her, it was a very slow process but she would bind
him to her very soon and share his bed every night as she had
always dreamed. Now she let her nightie fall to the floor and
slid into his bed as she had every night since she first arrived.
She placed her lips next to his ear and began to whisper the
words that would bring him closer to her. Her hand stray down his
stomach to his stiffening cock.

Omar woke up and jumped out of bed. He felt so energised and full
of vigour. By the time her got out of the shower and dressed he
found Beverley had made breakfast and sat waiting for him with
her big sexy smile. He was amazed at how very beautiful she was
and his heart made a flutter as she batted her big blue eyes at
him.
"Good morning Daddy," she said, "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes I did," he answered, "How about you? How did you sleep?"
"Wonderfully as usual." She served him breakfast and sat down to
eat.
They chatted and he asked her about her jujitsu classes. She told
him about the teacher, who was female, and a class of other
female students. The Japanese teacher was an experienced 12th dan
expert who only taught women and took a liking to the girl
immediately.
"So you made more friends here, eh?" he said.
She laughed and finished her meal. They cleared up together and
then they went to their respective places for the day. He went to
work and she went to school.
He found the Braithwaite woman waiting for him when he came home.
The there were also several police and other officials as well.
They were knocking at his door and demanding that Beverley come
out.
"Well Mr Rogers, it seems we have reports about your
inappropriate behaviour with your charge, Beverly Simms. The
police are here to arrest you and I have some officials from
Child Services to collect the wayward girl. She will be sent to a
special facility where she will spend the rest of her adolescent
life." She was very smug and pleased with herself.
She signalled the officers and they went towards him.
Omar laughed heartily and reached into his pocket for the
envelopes he kept for such emergencies. He handed one to the
officer who had pulled out his handcuffs and the other he handed
to the official from Child Services. The police Sargent used his
radio to call his base.
"What! What's this?" Miss Braithwaite asked, completely unnerved.
"Those are the reason that you and not me will be taken away by
the police and Beverley will remain right here with me. You see,
I have there adoption papers that have been signed since last
month. I was waiting for you to come here with your circus as you
did. The other letter is actually an interesting document from
the chief of police, it covers an investigation into you and your
blackmail of me."
The woman stared in disbelief at him as the officer signalled to
other policeman who came over to her and pulled her towards their
car. She was screaming at the top of her voice like a maniac.
By the time he got to his door the officials had all gone and
Beverly was waiting inside, very frightened. She was in his arms
and would not let go.
"I was so scared," she cried, "I thought they would take me away
from you. I don't want to leave you!"
"It's alright,” he smiled, “No one is taking you any where Bev.
You are my daughter now, you hear me? I adopted you last month. I
was just waiting for the right time to tell you, but that bitch
made her move."
Omar hugged the girl to him and she cried.

The girl thrust her hips hard against the sleeping man. She had
drugged him as usual but would wean him off them slowly until he
was wide awake when she finally took him. She cried as she slowly
made love to him.
"My Daddy, my Daddy now and forever!" she gasped and shuddered as
her second orgasm rocked her that night. Her man's long, thick
black cock throbbing in her belly.
She was going to enjoy making him hers now. She had all the time
she would ever need.

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