Does Madeline deserve how Dexler treats her?

Mr. Dexler led young Madeline onto the dancefloor, his beefy arm wrapped protectively around his little white treasure. The dancefloor was busy and the music was loud, giving Madeline a sense of anonymity despite being surrounded by her father's coworkers, but it was going to be difficult to hear anything Mr. Dexler said to her.

As the older man positioned her for dancing by taking hold of her hips and positioning them in front of him, Madeline was both intrigued and terrified by his aggressive sexuality. She was arguably the prettiest girl in high school and had never lacked male attention, but it was of a sort of fawning deference that was flattering without being very attractive. Ever since he had sat down though, this boss man had acted like he took what he wanted, including by moving his hand so far up her dress that his fingers glided against her moistened thong panties. And now, as his coarse hands guided her hips back and forth in front of him, Madeline felt completely under the control of a man for the first time, and she doubted her ability to say no to him when it mattered!

Madeline snapped back to attention just in time to hear Mr Dexler mutter something about "little cheerleader body". Her big green eyes blinked a couple of times, looking up at his for guidance about what he was saying, but he was gazing lustily down her cleavage at the heavy natural breasts she had barely confined in the red sequin dress. When he glanced up at her face, she just smiled politely, hoping he would repeat it. 'What a minute...' she started to think, 'that phrase sounds familiar...'

The blonde girl cursed herself as she missed something else he said about "black guys". Fearful that the matter was turning race-related, she smiled sweetly up at his ruggedly ugly face and nodded eagerly. That seemed to be the desired reply at first, as a grin spread remorselessly across his face. But then his strong hands slid down the swell of her buttocks and tightly gripped each cheek, pulling her right against him.

It was then that Madeline finally noticed the raging erection that had been, until now, tenting his pants and pointing up at her, but partially concealed from her view by her phenomenal rack. Now the teen could feel the rigid member nestled comfortably against her waist, the head of which pushed up against the fabric between her breasts, lifting them slightly out of position and allowing him to see her nipples down her dress from his vantage point above.

'Doesn't he realize I'm a good girl?' Madeline wondered silently as he held the **** beauty close, grinding his massive cock against her tiny frame. 'I've never felt a penis against me before! I've never really done anything with a boy before, and now this man is acting like I deserve to have his big black cock crammed into my...'

"...Little cheerleader body..." she finished aloud, her grip on his shoulders tightening slightly as she realized that Mr. Dexler must have seen that topless video of her, where that black waiter tricked her into exposing her breasts and telling him how she wanted to be fucked by black cock (of course he hadn't, as ever since Madeline left the coat check she had been with Rodney). She knew she was cornered. "Does my daddy know?"

"He will," Mr. Dexler predicted, leaning forward and talking in her ear. "You're a little cocktease, but once I'm done you'll be a slut for black cock." Madeline thought it would be impossible for the massive member rubbing against her tiny waist and bumping her breasts out of her dress would ever fit into her, but feeling cornered she suspected she was about to find out.

Meanwhile, Peter couldn't believe his eyes as he watched with growing horror as his burly black boss molested his innocent daughter on the dancefloor. Madeline appeared uncomfortably conflicted as the man nearly twice her age and twice her size squeezed her butt and basically dry-humped against her in slow-motion. Then, after whispering something in her ear, he leaned forward and kissed the blonde girl passionately on the mouth. It was a long, open-mouthed kiss that never seemed to end. It seemed to make the teenager more compliant as he contined to grind against her busty little body. Peter wanted to rush to his daughter's aid, but his own dick was rock hard as he watched his little girl get molested by the big black bully before his eyes...