A wardrobe malfuction

Madeline was very inexperienced in the ways of love, forbidden from dating and having exchanged only brief, chaste kisses with a couple of smitten white boys. But she proved a quick study after the brief tutorial with the young waiter earlier, and this time tilted her head back to accept Rodney's french kiss as his tongue invaded her mouth and rubbed against hers. Rodney noticed that the young blonde still seemed tense but was at least compliant: head back, eyes closed, mouth open, hands resting against his shoulders. Rodney's own strong hands gave her butt a firm squeeze as he continued to grind his expanding manmeat against her lithe body, knowing it was just a matter of time until he penetrated and defiled this innocent high school cheerleader.

Meanwhile, Peter Esche could only watch in rapt horror but undeniable arousal as his sweet little daughter made out with and was groped by a big black man older than him! Even though she was 18 now, Peter could not bring himself to let his precious princess date and be reduced to servicing carnal desires with her perfect body, though now her qualification as a Grade-A cocktease was clear. Peter expected there was no way Maddy couldn't feel his expanding fuckpole bumping and grinding against her waist and up between her breasts, and wondered how long it would be before that big black cock found its way into her hands, mouth or virgin pussy?

At least the room was dim and the two of them were to the side of a crowded dancefloor and so not drawing much attention. Peter watched Dexler grab his daughter's butt with his big hands and give it a hearty squeeze and thought maybe he saw the black man glance sideways in his direction. 'That damn nigger owns my daughter and he knows it,' Peter admitted as he rubbed at his own stiff little prick under the table.

Dexler held her tightly against him, and the fabric of her dress got caught up as his erection rubbed up her torso toward her cleavage, causing the previously damaged fastener behind Madeline's neck to come free. Before either of them knew better, Madeline's dress had tumbled from her shoulders and settled hanging of Dexter's stiff manhood, leaving the blonde girl's beautiful round and full DD-cup breasts exposed and the dress quickly slipping off her hips.

Her green eyes opened wide as she tried to extricate herself from Rodney's intrusive kiss, her delicate girlish hands scrambling to find the straps of her dress somewhere in front of her but instead resting on the massive penis that had dislodged her garment in the first place. Dexter leaned back to admire the newly naked blonde, the dress having now completed its fall to the floor, but Madeline's mouth still hung open as she paused to process the cucumber-sized organ confronting her. Then as she finally realized that she was standing on a dancefloor wearing only thong panties, high heels and a small cross on a necklace, so she started to bend down to retrieve her dress before almost poking herself in the eye with Rodney's manmeat.

Of course Rodney moved his foot onto the dress, unwilling to let this pretty white fucktoy off the hook. "You're making a scene, better go over there," Rodney instructed the young beauty. Tears in her eyes and in no position to argue, Madeline did her best to cover her big natural breasts with her hands, step out of her ballgown and scurry out of the room through a side service door.

Rodney laughed as he watched her cream-colored butt disappear through the door, then turned and gave her mortified father a triumphant thumbs-up.