Rodney puts Madeline at ease

Rodney Dexler noticed Peter slump back in the chair facing them, apparently incapacitated. His daughter Madeline, by contrast, seemed somewhat energized by her drink, cradling the glass in her small hands and leaning forward repeatedly to sip from the straw until the fizzy concoction was almost gone. Rodney smiled benignly at the pretty cheerleader as she greedily sucked the only thing that he had given her so far.

"My daddy really likes to work, Mr. Dexler!" she was telling him, licking her lips and looking down into her glass, oblivious as his ravenous eyes assessed the curves of her young body, barely concealed by her extremely revealing dress. "I think it's pretty much the most important thing to him to work for you, and we would both just owe you so much if you could keep him around!"

"Well, I don't give a fuck about him compared to you," Rodney told her, resting his hand on her shoulder. "But whatever you think you could owe me, I'm happy to collect right now." He could feel the teenager's body stiffen as his fingers approached the single delicate clasp behind her neck holding the backless dress onto her body. "You seem so tense, how about a massage?" She turned her head, her wide green eyes meeting his beady black ones, as she seemed to assess whether she could trust his intentions. "Don't tell me you're so racist that you can't stand a black man touching you."

"No, sir, I'm not racist!" the blonde girl protested weakly, her voice cracking as she slid closer to him and angled slightly away from him on the couch. "Uh, I'm just a little nervous because you're such an important man, and I'm honored that you want to touch me." She let out a wavering sigh and tried to relax as his big coarse hands settled atop each of her pale shoulders and began gently kneading the taut muscles. "I... I just thought you were going to unfasten my dress."

"Well, it is in the way, but when I see you acting like I'm some sort of monster or predator, recoiling from me kissing you, or even touching you," Rodney observed, causing her to go red-faced. "And I just think that any employee who turned his daughter into a white supremacist deserves to get fired, thrown out of his house, whatever."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dexler," Madeline volunteered, trying to keep him from being angry but falling right into his trap as she reached up behind her neck and unfastened her dress herself, guiding the straps down her chest and holding them in front of her, cradled under her heavy natural DD breasts on her forearms. "Is this better?"

Rodney grunted approvingly as his meaty hands rubbed their way around her exposed neck, and Madeline took another sip of her drink, closed her eyes and tried to relax and enjoy the massage. Madeline's back was turned to him, but he could see other angles from mirrors in the room, a faint smile on a face otherwise concealed by her soft blonde hair, and as the girl relaxed her arms settled into her lap and her dress followed suite, allowing him his first view of her exquisite naked breasts, which given their tremendous size were surprisingly pert, with perfect placement of her large, pink nipples. 'I could just **** this bitch out now and fuck her stupid,' Rodney thought to himself as he hands wrapped gently around her neck. But he really didn't want to go to jail again, especially if he could manipulate this dumb girl into somehow consenting.

"I need a better angle to get at something," Rodney explained when she finally seemed calm.

"Okay, it feels really good!" Madeline replied sleepily, opening her eyes and glancing into her now empty glass before turning and smiling over her shoulder.

"Get up for a second," he directed her, and as she rose slightly unsteadily to her feet, the unfastened dress quickly slipped down her waist, off her hips and landed in a pile around her feet. Rodney looked up appreciatively as the now nearly nude Madeline, wearing only black thong panties and a few pieces of jewelry on her unbelievable body. His big cock felt like it was going to tear through his pants as he noted the cheerleader's high firm buttocks and toned tummy.

"Oh, no, I'm naked!" Madeline swayed as she turned and looked down at the dress, and Rodney steadied her as she tried to bend over to retrieve it by taking a handful of one of those heavy, creamy breasts.

"Don't worry, it's better this way," Rodney assured her before guiding her stacked body in front of him. "Here, just sit on my lap facing me so I can work on your neck." The innocent teen obediently lowered herself onto his knees, one toned naked gymnast leg on either side of his beefy clothed legs. He reached over her shoulders and started working the muscles of her neck again, and Madeline closed her eyes again, leaning slightly into him as she enjoyed his attention. Rodney himself enjoyed watching her big natural breasts sway enticingly just inches from his face.

Without the blonde girl knowing, during the massage Rodney managed to slowly pull her slight body up his lap by the neck and shoulders until her panty-clad vulva was pressed against the swollen underside of his still-sheathed ebony fuckpole. When she moaned in pleasure, she didn't realize that it was due to the slow rhythm of their dry-hump as opposed to the fingers on the back of her neck. She rested her own hands on his broad shoulders and stared deeply into his eyes, arousal evident in her bright green eyes.

"I'd love to massage you too, Mr. Dexler," she sighed seductively. "But my hands aren't as strong as yours."

"How about you massage between my legs?" he suggested quietly in his otherwise rumbling voice. "That's something girls are expert at." Madeline leaned forward and kissed him tenderly as her hands slid down from his shoulders, along his chest and settled on the engorged meat staff waiting for her. The fingers on one of her hands traced the outline of the mammoth member while the other unfastened his belt and button and unzipped his pants.

Still kissing Mr. Dexler, Madeline inhaled deeply as her delicate inexperienced hands entered his pants and pulled the glorious ebony fuckpole free, then tentatively explored its veiny, fourteen-inch length while his own hands descended from her shoulders and began exploring her body as well. Dexler's rod extended past Madeline's slim waist and brushed precum against the bottom of her breasts, and the young blonde took a moment to glance down and gaze in awe at the challenge before her: "Oh my god," she gasped in wonder, "That is a big, black cock!"