It’s Mr. Harold White, Cassie’s dad

Rodney was disappointed when he opened the door. He had hoped to find Cassie’s big-tited mother and have a chance to thank her properly for the tasty treat she had send so considerately over but instead he found an irate white middle-aged man standing before him.

“Where is my daughter?” He spat angrily without any greeting.

“What daughter?” Rodney put on his most innocent expression.

“She came here half an hour ago with a cherry pie.” Harold said though clenched teeth. Rodney watched his tomato red face with amusement, leaning lazily against the open door.

“She left.”

“I don’t believe you, boy.” Rodney’s eye narrowed at the last word. “I’ll check for myself.” And the white man barged past him.

Meanwhile upstairs Franklin took the half conscious thoroughly fucked white teen to the bathroom. He put her under the shower which woke her up enough to stand up alone. Franklin washed away the sweat and cum off of her porcelain skin. Then he saw his and his son’s cum still leaking out of the white girl’s abused pussy and asshole. With a lecherous smirk the big black man jammed his coarse fingers in the leaking orifices. Cassie moaned as the shots of pleasure and pain emanating from her tender cunt.

“You like that, don’t you slut. Look at you – half hour with me and my boy and you already crave a black man’s touch.” His harsh words only increased Cassie’s shame and lust. She wanted to object but her body wanted more of the black man’s rough caresses. Soon she was buckling and moaning, ready to come. Sensing that Franklin’ moves slowed down.

“You want to cum, don’t you.” She eagerly nodded. “Then beg slut beg.”

“Please Mr. Wood, let me finish. I’ll do anything.” The unbearable carnal need had overridden her shame or her white dignity. “I’ll fuck you anytime you want. My pussy and ass are yours.” Franklin’s fingers sped up.

“Say that you’re black cock slut.”

“I’m a black cock slut. I’m your black cock slut, Mr. Franklin.” Cassie screamed as the strong black fingers in her cunt and ass brought her over the edge. A sudden noise called Franklin’s attention to the bathroom door. There stood Harold White, Cassie White’s father. He was clutching his side in pain. The site of his precious baby daughter naked wreathing in ecstasy in a huge black man’s hands proved too much for him. With a strangled cry he crumbled to the floor.

In a week weak and unable to speak Harold returned from the hospital.