I’m Sorry, Daddy

Anna Lee’s accent had gotten a lot thicker tonight. With every thrust, her drawl became more pronounced. It’s like her mind was transported back to the 19th century, her true nature and purpose blossoming as her ****’s black cock pleasured her.

I’d had quite a bit to drink. All I could remember was Anna Lee crying and cumming, crying and cumming, over and over again.

“Fuck me, you fucking monkey,” she said through gritted teeth. “Goddamn cotton-picking nigger! Fuck my slutty little pussy! Fuck me, nigger!”

“Yes, mistress!”

“I want you to ruin my white pussy,” she whispered to him. “My holes will never be same after this. It’ll always be your pussy, master,” she moaned.

“Yeah?” he asked, penetrating her deeper. She cried out.

“I want my husband to know that his wife got fucked by King Kong,” she moaned. “I will never feel the same to him. He’ll always know that my pussy was conquered by a big, strong ape.”

She grabbed his biceps as he turned to me.

“I’m gonna fuck your slut like she’s paying reparations for my ancestors.”

I poured myself another drink.

“I bet your daddy would wanna watch this,” he said, defiling her. “I bet he didn’t raise you to fuck no nigga,” he said, thrusting deeper into my wife.

“No, he didn’t,” she moaned. “Not a field hand like you.”

“Apologize,” he commanded. “Tell your daddy you’re sorry. Say ‘I’m sorry for fucking a nigger, daddy’.”

I downed my drink as I watched her.

“I’m sorry for fucking a nigger, daddy.”

“Mmm…again.”

“I’m sorry for fucking a cotton-picker, daddy. You didn’t raise me to fuck no nigger.”

“Yeah, again.” He thrust deeper.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry for fucking a nigger, daddy. I’m sorry for fucking a nigger, daddy!”

“Say you love bbc.”

"I love big black cock! Oh fuck, I love big black cock!” She cried.

“Tell me.”

"Yes! I'm a little white bitch who loves nigger dick! My faggot husband could never satisfy me like you! God, you’re so big…”

“You like this nigga dick?”

“Fuck yes, I want to cream on your nigger cock in front of my daddy. I wanna cum all over your big nigger cock in front of him.”

“Tell him you’re sorry.”

She dug her nails into his back.

“I’m sorry for fucking a nigger, daddy!”

“Again.”

“I’m sorry for fucking a nigger, daddy! I’m sorry daddy! I’m sorry…oh, fuck...” She moaned and shook as he stretched out her tight, pink hole. “I love your big nigger cock, fuck me nigger, you’re so strong…oh fuck me nigger…”

“Good girl.”

As I sipped my drink with one hand, massaging my cock with the other, I had no idea what was about to happen or the shitstorm that would ensue. I had planned every aspect of this night so meticulously, but I had forgotten that the universe loves irony. One little overlooked detail, one tiny little crack is all that’s necessary for a flood to burst through. The night was about to take a dramatic turn. No one heard the knocking at the door. No one heard the door creak open until it was too late. Honestly, it was amazing we hadn’t been caught before. But really, what are the odds that Anna Lee’s father would have come down for a surprise visit on this night, at this time? What are the odds that he would be at our house at the exact time his name was floating through the air of our house? The universe loves irony. Personally, I’m not as big of a fan.

“A-Anna Lee?” a shaky voice interrupted my wife’s fuckfest.

My head whipped around. A thousand shards of glass filled my stomach.

“Oh, God, no…” I was overcome by a tidal wave of humiliation. This was it – my worst fear. All of this, all the wifesharing and cuckoldry, it was only fine as long as no one found out! And this was quite possibly the last person on earth I wanted to find out.

“Anna Lee?” her father repeated.

Oh God. This was really happening.

My wife had sprung off the couch, her face beet red.

“Daddy! I-I…” she grasped for something to cover up, but her clothes were still in the kitchen. She held a couch pillow over her pussy and tried in vain to cover her tits with her free arm. Her cheeks couldn’t be redder.

“What are you doin here, daddy?!”

All four of us stood frozen in silence as the reality of the situation sunk in. I thought I might literally die from embarrassment. “This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening…” I thought to myself, closing my eyes. This was a nightmare. How much had he seen? How much had he heard?

A minute went by in complete silence.

Finally, Anna Lee’s father turned and walked out the door without a word.