Mature Black Daddy Novels & Stories

Pete moved on, "That has to happen...but back to you, baby girl. Since you've clearly proven yourself, we're ready for those special new ones we got for your birthday...you got more birthday bang to go!" I added, "We'll take off the blindfold, to let you see what's coming...you're gonna love'm!" She grinned from ear to ear, when she saw what was ahead, as he continued, "We got two very special Big Black Pornstar dildos, molded from Isiah and Anton...BBC pornstars! You already got a little taste of Isiah...what d'ya say more Isiah?" "Definitely...yes, more Isiah!" "And then here's Anton!"

I also owe your mother a huge amount of money. In a high-quality porcelain bathtub, Brian is in a semi-naked form, sitting among the white soap bubbles. I guess if he stood up, he would definitely be naked. I have to admit that he has flawless white skin. I really want to peel that skin and put it on myself to make myself more beautiful. “What do you need?” My eyes left that back and looked straight up at the ceiling. “Help me scrub my back.” “What... what?” I rolled my eyes, looked at his attractive body, and stammered.

He curled them, stroking her inner walls while his thumb found her clit. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Say it.” “It… it feels good, sir,” she moaned softly. “Not good enough.” He spanked her again. “Use filthy words like a proper whore.” Mia’s face burned with embarrassment. “It… it feels so good in my pussy, sir…” He finger-fucked her faster, making wet squelching sounds. Her legs shook. She’d never felt anything like this. Dean Blackwood unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, veined cock. It was much bigger than her ex’s. He rubbed the fat head up and down her dripping slit.

She really wanted to have grandchildren soon, she always said. "Mom? Are you serious? Why?" I asked, in a suspicious tone. "I... Dreamed," my mother muttered slowly. "Madam Black, she's come to me a few times lately and scolded me, for always badgering you about mate." "Madam Black?" I asked confused. Madam Black is one of the ancestral descendants of black magicians, who came from the Blue Fang pack led by my grandfather, my mother's father, Edward Moss.

“And, well, those kinds of … er … escorts are usually a bit on the young side…” “Oh my God, Dad, are you talking about getting a sugar baby?!” Emma cries. “... yes …” I reply. “Ew, ew, ew!” Emma all but shrieks. A male voice sounds in the background. “No, Daniel, don’t worry about it. Dad just told me he’s in the market to be a sugar daddy,” Emma laments. I can hear Daniel laughing in the background and I frown. “It’s the done thing these days, Emma. It’s ‘in,’ as you would say.”

“How old are you? You don’t look like minors. What were you doing in that illegal place? Drugs? Were you using anything?” His tone came out harsh and aggressive. Unlike Sofia, I stayed calm. “Of course not. We don’t use drugs. My parents just don’t let me go to clubs, that’s all.” A loud slam shook the desk. “You still haven’t answered me. How old are you?” Sofia swallowed hard. “I’m twenty-one.” A short nod followed before his attention shifted toward me. “And you?” Lifting my chin slightly, I answered quietly. “Twenty-two.” From beneath his leather jacket, he pulled the gun slightly into view and set it casually on the desk.

An arrogant rich asshole. " I'm not an easy lay, Mr. Black, and I'm sure as hell not willing to give you a chance to let you fuck me. You should check the next door." I say and take a step back as I turn around to leave.

She stated, but the older man simply laughed. “Ah, don’t be like that, little lady. I’m sure there’s something else you can offer me.” The tone in his voice was mocking and his gaze, was something Noelle wasn’t comfortable with. It was a look, she knew too well, but at the same time, it wasn’t the same. Adrian Black was not a good man. In fact, he was far from being one. The type of business he was into, was the kind that involved drugs and prostitution and his men, were no better.

she says lazily. My blood chills. No, no, please don’t... don’t you fucking dare. I shake my head fast and hard, urging her not to do this. Mark turns toward her. “What does that mean?” She smirks and leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “You’re still hoping to make money from the street? That’s old news. There are apps now. Daddies Kingdom, Daddies Underground, Sugar Babies, Domme Kingdom.” Mark squints, confused. “Can you say that in simple fucking terms?”

I wanted the marks. He threw his head back, groaning harder as his cum came close. “Fuck! I’m gonna nuts inside you bunny, I’m gonna cum,” he whispered in my ears, sending shivers down my spine until I was getting close. “Yes daddy, I'm cumming,” I cried as I bucked my hips faster against his dick. “Make a mess on daddy’s cock bunny, cum on that cock,” he ordered. His dirty words sent me aback until I spilled all my cum on his cock. I caught his lips so hard to stop my moan, and he kissed me back.