12 comments/ 88626 views/ 19 favorites Stacy's Homework Help By: RicD Sally McCormick stared out the car window, watching her world go by. It was a bright September morning, with the hot Georgia sky preparing to provide a late season scorcher. Sally's world, or the one she was allowed to see, was a relatively boring one. The young blonde teenager had been born and raised in Imperial County Georgia, in the medium sized town of Crantin. It was an old blue collar town that had recently experienced a massive building boom. Strip malls had sprung up, and the small town had and was growing rapidly. Her father, "Big" Jim McCormick, was a driving force behind the new construction. She looked over at her father, who was driving her to high school that day, on account of her own SUV being in the shop for the day. He was an ironically small man, balding, with an intense look that expressed nothing but anger and frustration. Those emotions have gotten him relatively far in life, as he was in charge of one of the largest construction concerns in the whole state. He practically ruled Crantin, and he knew it. The McCormick house, on top of Delan's Hill, was by far the largest in the county, with a huge swimming pool to top it off. Stacy had never needed to worry about money, and Big Jim was inclined to spoil his only daughter. She was his pride, and he would do anything to protect her from the ways of the world. This protection meant a wary eye and a very controlling attitude. Anyone that even took his beautiful daughter out had to be thoroughly vetted and observed by Jim. If she even thought about anything sexual or criminal, he would know. A year ago she had made out with Bill Baker, the captain of the football team. It was a classic romance, as the statuesque Georgia peach was the captain of the cheerleading squad. Word had gotten out about their little make out section, and her father had grounded his daughter for two weeks, not to mention threatening the Baker family with police action. Other than a few kisses here and there, Stacy had been far to frightened to mess around with boys, an evil her traditional mother had always warned about. Stacy, like any teenager, had chafed at her parents control. Still, she was dedicated to her own success, and was very worried about jeopardizing it with boys or any kind of drink or drug. Her life was any parents dream, straight A's, president of clubs, head of the cheerleading team. Everyone loved her and the boys lusted over this untouchable princess. The boys, including male teachers, would fawn and dote on her, with good reason. Stacy was a devastatingly attractive girl, with shoulder length light blonde air that she wore a bit high on her head. Her face was warm and engaging, with a spray of freckles on her pale white skin. Her pale skin was highlighted by her striking blue eyes and full pink lips. The rest of Stacy's body was toned by years of working out and athletics. She was tall, 5'9, and thin, with a feminine muscle tone throughout. She knew she had a large bust, almost a D cup, and a coarse boy had once commented on her "fine booty". She giggled at that, she knew what a cute butt she had. Unfortunately for her many admirers, Stacy's form was often hid by the "proper" clothing her mother made her wear, which today consisted of a knee length light blue skirt and a plain white blouse, loose, of course. They were nearing the school when Stacy saw two young black boys walking along the side of the road. They were dressed in the loose fitting clothing that she had seen in rap video's on MTV. At someone else's house, of course, Stacy didn't have cable. "Look at those goddamn niggers Stacy, walking around like slobs. God, I don't know why I even send you to the same school with those animals anymore. I swear, whatever college lets the least amount of the damn niggers in is the one you are going to." Stacy didn't really know any black people, but she didn't really like the way her father talked either. It just seemed mean and rude. But, a lot of other people in the town didn't like the blacks much, so she wasn't surprised. Big Jim had been saying those things since she could remember. "Well, here we are Stacy. Have a good day at school, and don't get in any trouble. I mean it young lady," cautioned her domineering father. Stacy sighed, he said that all the time. Stacy got her books and headed into school. There she was greeted by her many friends. The crowd seemed to part when she entered, in appreciative recognition. Stacy loved that. It was a normal high school day as Stacy enjoyed her senior status. The teachers all loved her so much they would never give her a bad grade, so it was never really a issue what she got on tests. Still, she studied hard and made a point to earn her grades. No one liked a free loader. Stacy's last class of the day was her biology class, with Mr. Henry. For today's class, he was splitting up the class to work in pairs on a project, that was due next week. "Stacy, you're going to work with Damien over there." Stacy was surprised to hear that. Damien Jones was a football player, a black football player. He was a star linebacker, college scouts often watched him at games. However, he was a horrible student, and Stacy groaned as she realized she would have to do most of the work. Oh well, she was up to it she thought, as she headed over to Damien's desk. Damien Jones was a linebacker by physical definition, if nothing else. He was 6'4 and 240 muscled pounds. His skin was as black as Stacy's was white, and he wore his hair in tight rows. In his ear was a diamond earring and around his neck was a silver chain, as shiny as anything Stacy had at home. His red varsity jacket did little to hide his muscular bulk. "Hey Damien, how are you?" asked Stacy, sweetly, placing her books on his desk. "Fine, fine, yourself?" asked Damien, curtly, barely looking up. Stacy was surprised how little he cared, usually boys were drooling by now. For the rest of class, Stacy told him about the project. It was obvious to her that Damien was going to do little if any work. After a while, he finally spoke up. "Stacy, don't you think Mr. Henry looks like a horse?" Stacy laughed at once. She had always thought that too! "Ms. McCormick, please get back to work," warned Mr. Henry, who heard her laugh. "Oh..sorry Mr. Henry," said Stacy, smiling at Damien. "Sorry I got you in trouble babe," said Damien. Stacy would have been somewhat offended by being called that by anyone, but the way Damien said it....it sounded fine. It was a friendly term, backed up by charm and confidence. She smiled at the word, and the Damien looked her square in the eyes. No boy ever did that. Then the bell rang. "Well, see you tomorrow Damien." "Yep, see you tomorrow Stacy. Oh, and that's a real nice blue skirt you're wearing, matches them eyes," said the towering football player, as he headed for the door. Stacy liked the compliment, it meant more to her than the usual one. She felt good, even though Damien was uninvolved, she still managed to gain his attention. Over the next week, the two worked together in class. Damien contributed little, but Stacy loved the way he talked. He was funny, smart, and kind of crude. Best of all, he wasn't scared of Stacy, he talked to her like he was the one in charge. Stacy soon did little work, she liked talking to Damien instead. The project was due Friday. On Wednesday night, as Stacy did her math homework in her room, her cell phone rang. She grabbed it, didn't recognize the number, and answered. "Hey Stacy, it's Damien." "Oh...uh..hi, how did you get this number?" "Bill let me borrow it, I needed to ask you a question about the project." The question was easy to answer, and soon the two fell into another great conversation. This one was exceptionally naughty, Damien told her about what girls were having sex with what players. It was great gossip, and Stacy loved the feeling about knowing all this dirty information. Then, a knock at her door. It was a heavy thump, her father. "Stacy, who are you talking to?" "Uh..Jessica." "Are you done with your homework?" "Almost Dad." "Make sure you get it done then," he said, as he walked away. "Sorry about that, my Dad worries too much." "How come you said it was Jessica and not me?" "Well....uh...he doesn't like me talking to boys..." "He doesn't like you talking to boys, or he doesn't like talking you to blacks?" Stacy didn't know how to react. "Because I think that's it. I think your Dad just hates poor black folk like me, trying to our best." "Damien....to be honest, my Dad is pretty racist. But I'm not, I don't have anything against black people, honest!" said Stacy, with unexpected emphasis. "Well, ok, I guess I believe you. Anyway, I'll see you at school tomorrow." Stacy felt bad. No doubt Damien was offended by her racist father. The next day, Stacy sat next to her project partner. "Damien, I'm really sorry about what happened last night." "Don't worry about it baby, you'll make it up to me later," said Damien, with a suggestive look. Stacy gave him a confused face. What..... "See, I need some help later on this project. I'll be honest Stacy, all that trouble with you father last night, it got me real depressed. I couldn't really get any work done. So I was wondering, since we don't have enough time today in class, if we could head over to your place after school and finish it up there." Stacy tried to keep her face non committal, but she knew the request was ridiculous. Although there was no one at the house since her mother was visiting relatives and her father didn't get home until 7, there was no way she was going to bring a boy into the house. Her Dad would kill her. And, to top it off, he was black... "Well, Damien, I'm sorry, but I'm not allowed to have anyone over after school. Here, I'll try to finish the work here.." "Stacy, we don't have enough time. I mean, I know your Dad hates my people and all, but I thought maybe you could do things according to what you thought, not what your father tells you." "Yes...but..." "I mean, if you feel that way about blacks, you don't want them in your house..." "It's not that..." "It's not? If I was a rich white boy, you know I would be coming over, no problem." That wasn't true, but Stacy felt guilty nonetheless. "Look Stacy, I really need your help, I really need to come over today," said Damien, staring directly in her deep blue eyes. He was so powerful, so dominant, that it was hard for Stacy to resist his request. She began to think of it, think about how her Dad unfairly ruled her life, think how stupid and how racist he was. Yes, she should invite Damien over, she was 18, she could make her own decisions. Besides, he wouldn't be back from work for another 5 hours, her and Damien would be done with their work in 2. Sure, it would work out. "Well, OK Damien, you can come over." "Thanks baby, I appreciate it a lot. Can I get a ride?" Stacy thanked God for her tinted windows on the SUV. She didn't want to advertise the fact there was someone coming home with her, even if it was just an innocent project. "Sure, just meet me in the back." "You got it." Stacy left class at the end of the day and brought her car around the back of the school. Damien was waiting, and he hopped in the passenger seat. "Thanks again Stacy, you're the best." Stacy felt proud of her decision. Damien was a large young black male, but Stacy felt he was a good friend, and she was going to help him out. It was a twenty minute ride, and Damien was good company. Finally, they SUV pulled into the gated estate. "Goddamn baby, this is some house!" Stacy felt almost ashamed. She was so rich, and poor Damien couldn't even afford a car. The two got their material and headed into the house, with Damien still marveling at the size of it. "I guess we'll study in the kitchen here," suggested Stacy. "Nah, let's go in your bedroom, it will be more comfortable there," said Damien, with a big bright smile. "Well, I don't know," "Comeon baby, you don't have to worry about me. I'm alright." She supposed he was right. Besides, she really didn't want him to get the idea she was like her father. "OK, it's just up the stairs here," she said. "Wait, Stacy, it's really hot out there, can I get a drink of water?" "Sure," answered Stacy, who pulled out the water filter from the fridge and poured Damien a tall glass. She reached out to hand it to him. He seemed to have it, but then he inexplicably dropped it on Stacy. The water spilled all over the front of Stacy's blouse. "Oh damn, sorry about that." Stacy was all wet, and it embarrassing to see her creme colored blouse cling to her generous bosom. Even worse, the water was ice cold, so Stacy could see that her nipples were hardening. "I...uh...I'm going to go to my bedroom and get changed....I'll be back...in a second, hold on," she stuttered nervously, as she saw Damien smiling again. She trotted up the stairs into her room. It was a large expanse, with her king size bed laid out in the white sheets that matched the overall white and blue color scheme of her room. Stuffed animals, awards, trophies posters, and other girlish nicknacks adorned the room in a very neat fashion. Stacy went to her large closet and looked at her outfits. She reached for another blouse but her hand bumped against her white cotton sundress. A friend had gotten it for her, but she would never wear it. The dress only reached to her mid thigh, and showed too much cleavage. No, better to go with the safe blouse, like usual. She stopped again though. Stacy liked when Damien noticed her. Besides, he was harmless, there was no downside to dressing a little different than usual. She took off her wet clothes, thinking that she was lucky that she was already wearing a white lace bra and panties, to match the somewhat flimsy sundress. She put on the dress and combed her flowing blonde hair. Her mother would never approve, you could make out the outline of her large C cups easily through the tight thin fabric. Her pale bosoms heaved over the white cotton. Just as she was starting to adjust her dress, the door opened. Stacy turned, startled. "What..." "Oh, sorry Stacy, I thought you yelled for me to come up," said Damien, who was clearly staring at something lower than Stacy's eyes. Stacy looked down and was horrified to realize that the left side of her dress was stuck just a little on the waistband of her panties, giving Damien a view of her entire left thigh and a glimpse of her pelvis. She quickly pulled the dress down, only to then discover that her bra strap had fallen to her arm. Stacy, embarrassed, had to adjust that as well. "Goddamn baby, you really look great in that dress," said Damien, with nothing but strong conviction in his voice. "Th..Thank you Damien. So, what do you need help on?" asked Stacy, trying to regain her composure. As if nothing had happened, the two sat down in front of Stacy's desk, working on their project. They worked for 3 hours, then another, until Stacy began to realize that her father would be coming home in a little under an hour. "Well Damien, you're going to have to go. I'll drive you home." "You know Stacy, a lot of guys say you're the prettiest girl in the school. They sure are right, you are a real piece of ass. Do you work out?" Stacy had heard words like that before, but usually they were from some love struck boy who stammered on ever word. When Damien said it, it was a man saying it. She smiled, and blushed a bit. "Thank you, yes, I work out. But really, you have to go, I'll go get my keys..." "You know, I work out too Stacy. Feel my bicep," said Damien, pulling back the sleeve of his tight black T-shirt and revealing an unbelievably well muscled arm. When he flexed, Stacy was very impressed. She reluctantly reached out and felt the arm, amazed at how much like steel it felt. "That's really impressive Damien, but we really have to go." "Wait, one more thing, my thigh muscle. I'm really proud of this," said Damien, reaching out and guiding Stacy's outstretched arm to the top of his thigh. She could feel the hard muscle through the thin workout pants. "Wow, really good..." "It get's better, just feel this one a little higher," said Damien, pulling her arm farther along. He place her hand on a bulge that reached down his thigh. With horror, Stacy realized it was his very erect and very large penis. "Oh my God, what are you doing!" "That's my big black cock Stacy, you like it?" "Get off me, get out of here right now!" screamed Stacy, struggling to pull her arm back from the iron grip of Damien. "We ain't goin anywhere bitch," grunted a grinning Damien, who stood up and pulled Stacy towards him. She collided with the black wall of muscle hard, almost knocking the wind out of her. Before she could react, Damien placed his lips upon her, engulfing the mouth of the young white teen. Stacy was in disbelief, shocked as Damien's soft lips roughly massaged hers, his tongue urging her to part her lips. She struggled, trying to push away, but it was no use against his solid body. After a few seconds, he pulled away. "I been waiting for this for a whole week bitch. The second I saw you walk over to my desk, I knew your lily white ass was cravin the black meat. I've been putting up with this project shit for days now, and I'm about to get some payback." "No..please Damien...NOOOOO!" Stacy squealed, causing Damien to laugh. He pulled the blonde back to him and smothered her again with his large mouth. She pushed with her arms in a futile manner, and tried to kick with her legs. To counter that, Damien used his other hand to grab Stacy's full ass and pull her entire body against his. Stacy felt locked into his powerful embrace. Her mind was practically going into shock, she had no idea what to do. A black boy, kissing her!? In her house, what the...his hand was on her butt! "Bitch, better start kissing me back or I'm going to get pissed off. Let's see you work them sweet lips of yours," said Damien, again planting his lips on hers. She was scared, she felt dominated, a feeling so rare to her. She had to give in, had to kiss him back, just to make sure nothing bad happened. Besides, she allowed herself to feel, some....pleasure. The two kissed for two minutes, Damien roughly invading her mouth with his tongue. Stacy was enraptured with his kiss, it was powerful, his touch, all consuming. Still, she knew this was going to have to end very soon. Stacy was sure Damien would understand this. "Damien, um...thanks for the kiss and all, but my Dad is coming and I really don't want to do anything else with you right now. So, why don't I just drive you home..." "I guess you weren't listening bitch!" yelled Damien, who grabbed the bottom of Stacy's white sundress with his powerful hands. Before Stacy could even yell, he was pulling it up, right over her head. She struggled to keep it on, but Damien simply ripped it in half with his muscled grip, "OH GOD, PLEASE DAMIEN, STOP NOW!" screamed a panicked Stacy, who now stood before the large black male with nothing but a flimsy bra and lace panties hiding her forbidden sexuality. Her blue eyes were wide open. Damien just laughed, pulling his own shirt off, revealing his highly developed torso, a sight to behold. To Stacy, it was the last straw. She squirmed out of his grip and ran for the door in a desperate rush. "Where the fuck you goin bitch, we got more to do!" yelled Damien, who grabbed Stacy's arms and pulled her back to him. "We can't have this shit anymore Stacy, you got to learn the rules bitch!" "Please Damien, let me go...." "It's punishment time slut," said Damien who pushed on Stacy's upper back, bending her over her desk. His massive hands palmed Stacy's rounded snow white ass cheek, squeezing it as Stacy yelled her fear again. He laughed and brought his hand down hard on the soft white ass. Stacy's Homework Help "AHHH!" "Don't run again bitch, and I won't have to punish yo ass!" screamed Damien, who turned Stacy around to face him. In a ferocious few seconds, he took off her bra, revealing her bountiful white rack, with large pink nipples. Damien worked them harshly with his big hands as tears began to run down Stacy's face. "Please Damien.....please.....please....I'll give you money" sobbed Stacy, growing increasingly scared. "Bitch, I'll get your money later, right now, I'm interested in some white pussy. Get yo ass over here," ordered the black taskmaster, who sat on Stacy's blue bed. He then gripped his white teen under her ass and practically lifted her up with his muscled arms. Stacy was left sitting on Damien's lap, feeling the solid bulge right beneath her panties. "Let's get down to work," said Damien, with a big smile. He brought her left breast to his mouth, squeezing the other with his hand. He sucked and worked the nipples, causing Stacy to gasp in surprise. She could not believe what was happening to her body.... She was being raped, but....it did not feel like it. While she had no control over what was happening, it felt strangely good in a way. This boy, or man, did not fear her, did not care what she thought. He wanted what he wanted, and he would take it if necessary. And, to think a black man would do this, to her, it was an insane risk...by a brave man. "Ohhhh..." she gasped, unable to hide her creeping pleasure. He was so....good working her sensitive breasts. Oh God, Stacy thought, she had never felt like this, no one had touched her chest like this. Damien became more aggressive, taking more of her pale white breasts into his mouth. He rocked her back and forth a bit, his hands firmly clamped on the white teen's ass. Stacy, with little choice, placed her hands on the back of his head, holding on as Damien went wild on her tits. His mouth, his tongue lashed Stacy's virgin nipples and soft breasts with ferocious skill and speed. Damien kept his hands on her ass, keeping her pressed down on his growing shaft. It was all that Stacy could do to keep her breath as her whole body felt excited, enraptured with Damien's rough handling of her tits. "Damien....ohhhhh...Damien....maybe we shouldn't....oh..." gasped Stacy, struggling to control herself, to have some reserve. It was so hard though, as her sex starved teenage body urged her to ignore her upbringing. She looked down and locked eyes with Damien, who was suckling her right breast. While her face betrayed nothing but confusion and fear, Damien's showed nothing but determination and animal lust, a combination which was unbearably sexy to Stacy. Five minutes later, Stacy was subconsciously pulling Damien towards her, while rhythmically writhing on his cock. She was more comfortable, she knew she could make Damien happy with this. But he did have to leave. "Damien, we can do this again, but my Dad is coming home, you really have to go," she whispered. The black youth said nothing, just acted. He reached behind Stacy's head and pulled her hair back a bit. At the same time, he slid his hand down Stacy's well toned stomach and under the waistband of her panties. "Damien, Damien what are you......NO, DON'T TOUCH ME THERE!!!" screamed a panicked Stacy. Not there, that was too far. She reached with her hand and grabbed Damien's wrist, but it didn't matter. His hand went further, rubbing the lips of her white pussy. He used his large hand to engulf Stacy's pussy, using his whole hand and his fingers to massage her pouch. "Damien....ahhh....stop, Damien stop.....ohh...please...stop," moaned Stacy, shocked at the warmth flowing through her body. God, she thought, he would do anything he wanted. She was powerless in his hands. For the first time in her life, she had no choice but to give in to someone else. Damien began to tickle the white virgin's clit, while slowly opening her up with his middle finger. He stared in her wide open blue eyes as he methodically fingered his new white slut. "OOOOOHH DAMIEN.....OH GOD.....OHHH," gasped Stacy as she felt her black taskmaster's finger violate her, slowly but surely. This was beyond her, she felt like the lower part of her body was exploding as electricity coursed through her body. It was intense pleasure mixed with pain as he probed new territory. She bucked on his finger as it went further. "Yeah, you know you like that shit bitch, here's some mo'," said Damien, slipping another finger inside her vagina and fingering more vigorously. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHH, OH SHIT....OH FUCK GOD OH FUCK!!!!" screamed Stacy hysterically as she grabbed onto the back of Damien's neck, for some kind of balance. Her young body tightened in orgasm as her pussy felt like it was exploding. "HOW'S THAT, YOU WANT SOME MORE BITCH?!" "OH....FUCK....OHHHHH...YES....YES!!!" squealed young Stacy as she was bobbing up and down on his thrusting fingers. Her large tits bounced up and down. "YOU GONNA CUM FOR ME BITCH, YOU GONNA CUM!!" "YES....OH YEEEESSSSSSSSS!" roared the white teen as she came hard. Her body slumped in ecstacy as Damien removed his wet fingers from Stacy's moist pussy. "Lick my fingers clean bitch," ordered Damien, putting the two digits right in front of her mouth. Just a few minutes ago, she would never have done anything like that. Now, everything was different. She looked into Damien's eyes and realized he was going to be her master now, that her color, her money, her looks meant nothing to him. She could not fight him, there was no way out except to serve him. He brought such a feeling to her, she had never felt anything approaching it. It was intriguing, it was irresistible. So, with no other choice, Stacy McCormick looked into her masters eyes, opened her mouth and took in Damien's pussy soaked fingers. "Damn, look at that nasty shit. Lick it clean off," demanded Damien, and Stacy was happy to oblige. Once that was over, Damien stood a wobbly Stacy up, and took off her panties. He took a second to take in the naked white teen in front of him. There were a thousand guys who dreamed of just glimpsing this sight, and now he was going to make this southern belle his own personal fuck toy. Damien was determined that he, a poor colored boy from the wrong side of the Georgian tracks was going to own this white girl's rich ass. There was no better way of starting this than pushing Stacy down to her knees and revealing her new master, face to face. Stacy's knees hit her white carpet. Her face was about level to Damien's crotch. She looked up at him and at his hands as they began to undo his fly. Stacy was excited, she wanted to see a dick, she wanted to see Damien. "You ever see a cock before slut?" "No, never." "Shit, well get ready to see some of this black snake," said Damien, as he dropped his pants and underwear, revealing a heavy 10 inch jet black cock, pulsing with expectation. Stacy's eyes widened even more as she took the piece of meat in. It was amazing, she thought, as she reached out to touch it. "No, no, you only use your mouth here bitch. Hands behind your back, that's right. Only use your mouth on this motherfucker," ordered Damien, who rubbed his dick on Stacy's freckled cheek. He opened her mouth with it and began to stick the throbbing cock into her mouth. He almost laughed at her stunned expression as her lips struggled to accept the intruder. Damien wasn't in a patient mood, and he forced inch after inch of cock meat into the white teen's mouth, placing his hands on the back of Stacy's head and pulling it further on his shaft. He could hear Stacy choke a bit, but he didn't care, this was what he wanted. He fucked her mouth further, thrusting in a fearsome rhythm. Stacy was gagging, trying to breath through her nose and adjust to Damien's big dick. She wanted to reach onto his shaft and get some control of it, but she really was scared to make Damien angry. Whatever he wanted, he would get she thought. "Yeah, there you go, white girl know how to suck a dick," laughed a triumphant Damien, who pushed another inch down her throat and got back to thrusting in and out. Her blue eyes were still on his, waiting for some relief. There would be none, not for a while, thought Damien, as he pulled her harder and faster on his black cock. His hips jacked it down her throat faster and farther "You better learn to love this motherfucker, bitch. This gonna be your new hobby, suckin on black cock," grunted Damien, forcing Stacy to gag on his big dick. She choked, he pulled out as she coughed and spit. He allowed her a few seconds, then forced her warm mouth right back on his shiny black cock. For ten minutes, he kept her going, forcing the white teen to deep throat his dick. Stacy had lost all sense of her self and her surroundings, she was meant to suck this man's black dick, and that's all she could think about. He was in charge, not her. Her thick pink lips struggled to grip onto the thrusting black muscle as Damien pushed it further and further. "Ha ha, fucking bitch. Look at this shit, Stacy fucking McCormick, suckin on my ghetto balls," laughed Damien, as he looked around the furnished room. He looked into an antique wall mirror and saw the reflection, his thick black muscled form getting serviced by the pale white teen, her blonde hair now a mess in his hands as he controlled her head. "Ok bitch, who's the fucking king!" yelled Damien, pulling his cock out of Stacy's hungry mouth. "You are." "Damn right I am," laughed Damien. The linebacker took his large cock in his hand and smacked his white slave across the cheek with it. "Ah, white girl love that cock. I want you to beg for that motherfucker, beg for my cock." "I.....I want your cock." Damien smacked her again with his dick, harder. "Damn bitch, you got to speak up. You want this cock or not?" "I want your cock!" Another smack. Stacy winced under the abuse. "LOUDER BITCH!!" screamed Damien, his powerful cock in his hand. "I WANT YOUR COCK!!!" yelled the subdued white teen, anxious to please her master. "What do you want, you want to suck this black dick?!" "YES I WANT TO SUCK YOUR BLACK DICK!!!!!" screamed Stacy at the top of her lungs, eager to avoid another smacking. "Damn right Stacy, you fucking white ho. Open them big lips up," ordered Damien. Stacy did as she was told, and opened wide. Damien dropped his black balls in her wet mouth. Stacy immediately went to work as best she could, using her tongue to lovingly suck Damien's testicles. "Mmmm yeah, like a fucking dog you blonde haired slut. Gonna be like this foreva." Damien let the young white teen slobber all over his cock for a few minutes. The massive football player grabbed Stacy roughly by her arms, lifted her up, and tossed her onto her white comforter like a rag doll. Damien took a second to appreciate the view, the confused but beaten white girl, naked, under his control. Her blonde hair was a mess on the white pillow and down comforter on her bed, her blue eyes wide open with a mix of expectation and fear. Damien grinned, holding his rock hard 10 incher in his hands, getting ready for the hardcore fucking that he was going to give this white princess. He strode over, got on the bed, and spread Stacy's toned legs with a swat of his arms. She was frightened, her eyes showed it. Damien held his dick just a few inches from her shaved pussy. He looked right into his slave's shaken eyes. "I'm gonna fuck you now bitch. I'm gonna fuck your brains out, then I'm gonna own yo white ass. You like that, you want that?" "I...uh...Dami..." He grabbed her throat, as Stacy looked at him in white eyed fear. He smiled. "Oh my little white bitch, you are so mine, " he laughed. With his hard dick in his hand, Damien prepared to smash the white virgin's pink pussy. Just at that moment, a knock came at the door. "Stacy, you in there? I need to talk to you about something," came the voice. "Oh my god..." mouthed Stacy. The door came open as Big Jim McCormick stepped into the room. To say there was shock on his face could not properly describe his look. The king of Crantin was paralyzed with emotion as he took in the sight before him. There laid he is virginal daughter, he toned legs spread, her clothes in disarray on the floor. Ready to pound her hard was a naked black man, the embodiment of all Big Jim hated. The moment of amazement broke, and broke hard. "WHAT THE FUCK....GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER YOU FILTHY NIGGER!!!" screamed Big Jim, throwing his relatively small body at the black teen that stood over his daughter. Stacy screamed and curled up. Damien, quite the opposite, laughed and delivered a vicious shot to Big Jim's bulging stomach. The wind flew out of the vengeful father, and it only got worse as the muscled teen stepped down from the bed. Big Jim tried again to attack, but was on the wrong end of a roundhouse open handed slap to the face. Stacy squeeled at the loud CRACK sound, her eyes open in amazement as her tough guy father fell to the ground. He tried to get up, but Damien just kicked him hard to the groin, sending him down in a painful and loud mess. "God damnit....ah...." groaned Big Jim, holding his testicles. Damien stood over him and laughed. "Should have stayed at work you racist piece of shit. Now look what happened?" Stacy stood up and rushed over to her beaten father. She was stopped by the arm of Damien, who grabbed her by the waist. "Daddy!" she yelled. "Look at me bitch," growled Damien, getting in her face. Stacy knew not to ignore her black dominator now. "You will sit down there on your bed, and you will do what I say. Got that?!" said Damien. Stacy enthusiastically nodded, sitting on the bed. Damien turned to big Jim. "Well Big Jim, let's have some fun," he said, with a big smile on his face. Damien walked over the groaning construction magnate. He kneeled on his back, pushing him down on his face with another grunt of pain. Damien pulled an extension chord from an outlet and wrapped it around a heavy bureau, then tied Big Jim hands with it. Big Jim was now firmly trapped to the large piece of furniture. "Guess you're going to be here for a while, huh Big Jim?" asked Damien derisively, kicking the white man in the ribs. Big Jim just sobbed. Stacy was no longer looking at her wounded father, her gaze was now affixed on Damien. It was not how well muscled, how aggressive, or how big his cock was. It was his power. Everything was reversed, there was the "nigger" that her father had taught her to disrespect and hate. But there was her father, on the ground, subservient to a black boy. She looked at the tears coming down Big Jim's face, then at the sheer bravado and cockiness in Damien's wide grin. Her eyes than fixed on his crotch. God, it was just a big thing, she thought, and something deep inside the fresh faced white teen just wanted to feel it, suck it again. "OK Big Jim, now where were we. Oh yeah, I was going to fuck the shit out of your little girl here. Bitch, get back down." Stacy took one last look at her father and knew what to decision to make. She laid back down and spread her legs, signaling that her white womanhood was now for the taking. "Shit, didn't even have to ask," laughed Damien, as he readied his cock. He then reached and rubbed Stacy's pale turned red tits, appreciating his power over the obedient teen. She stared into his eyes, in awe. Damien and his pulsing dick could wait no longer. He pushed his black cock into her pussy, just an inch at first. "OH GOD.....IT HURTS!!" yelled Stacy, as she clenched on to the bulging muscles of her taskmaster. She desperately reached out and tried to hold on to his biceps. "Damn right it hurts, we just got started," said Damien, pushing a bit deeper. She was tight as hell, he thought, but there was no force on Earth that was going to stop him from opening this girl up. His long arms gripped onto Stacy's shoulders, giving him support to piston further and further into her virgin pussy. "Ah...damn, tight as hell," groaned Damien, pushing in inch after inch of black meat. Stacy's back arched as she accepted the cock, her eyes closed, her mouth agape. "OH.......OH....AHHH DAMIEN...OH MY GOD...FUCK FUCK....OH FUUUUUUCK!!!" screamed Stacy, as she was being driven to near hysterics by the intruder. Her screams of tortured pleasure brought amount pained laments from her beaten father, who looked up to see his treasured daughter beginning to get fucked by a big black man. Damien was still going slow, as he looked over to Big Jim and smiled. He hadn't seen anything yet., as he pushed in further, watching the blonde teens body tighten as she took in a full 7 inches of black cock. "How's that feel bitch, how you like that?" "OH GOD...OH!" sputtered a wide eyed Stacy McCormick, torn by the feeling of ecstacy pulsing from her clit. "Yeah, yeah....here we go bitch, time to give your old man a show here!" laughed Damien, who put his big hands on Stacy's white hips, lifting her up and pulling her further onto his fully engorged black cock. He began to rock his muscled torso back and forth, his muscles flexing as he began to bore into the captain of of the cheerleading squad. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" screamed Stacy, who squeezed her own prominent breasts. She was no longer thinking as she had before, this was new, beyond her comprehension. She could only see dark Damien, his muscled form glistening as he moved faster, touching new levels inside Stacy. The moans of her father were in the background, but the 18 year old white girl was lost in her own moans and yells, and an orgasm built up in her. "Ah...ah...hittin that, hittin that, fuck yeah. Let's speed it up here, I'm gonna tear you up bitch," grunted Damien, with determination on his face. He went hard, faster, pounding his new piece of white ass. His athletic form was propelling him further, taking all he wanted from Stacy's writhing body. "Alright you white slut....uh yeah....tell me who your daddy is now slut, TELL ME NOW!!" demanded Damien. "OH GOOOOOD.....FUUUUUCK.....YOU ARE, YOU ARE!!!" yelled an obedient Stacy, her pale white body in a frenzy of hard fucking. "YOU HEAR THAT OLD MAN, YOU HEAR THAT BIG JIM! I'M HER DADDY NOW BITCH!" "OOOOOOH FUCK, JESUSSSS..." "YOU CUMMIN NOW, YOU CUMMIN NOW!" screamed Damien, hitting her harder and harder, their bodies a blur of brutal coupling. He looked over to see Big Jim's face buried in his hands, sobbing as her heard his daughter explode into orgasm. "OOOH JESUS....I'M CU...I'M CUMMMMMIIIIIIING!" erupted Stacy, her eyes aflame in devoted desire. It was the first of many as Damien continued to pound the little white overachiever missionary style. He saw it in her, she was his, all his. "YOU WANT MORE SLUT, YOU WANT MORE?!!" "OH DADDDY, KEEP FUCKING ME, FUCK ME.....AHHHHHHHHH!" Stacy yelped in yet another orgasm. Damien slipped his big arms behind Stacy, keeping his black cock stuffed in Stacy's tight white pussy. He brought her roughly to him, sitting on the edge of the bed, her large soft tits smashed against his tightly muscled chest. His hand cupped her ass cheek, bringing his white sex slave up and down on his shaft. He looked right into her eyes, laughing, as she convulsed in pleasure as he pulled her down, down, harder. Her long blonde hair spilled down over the both of them as she breathed heavy, her soft white ass slapping rhythmically against Damien's thighs. Damien looked around her, right at Big Jim, who was watching through tear soaked eyes. "How you like that old man....uh....big buck fuckin yo blue eyed daughter..." "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH DAAAAAAADDDDDDDY!" "Yeah, yeah....ah.....you lookin at the future old man, this is how it is!" said Damien, giving Stacy a smack on the ass. 10 minutes and 4 orgasms later, Stacy was fully enthralled in her new daddy, as she held on tight to his tense body. Orgasm, fucking, a smack on the ass, that's all she wanted and all she could think of. Big Jim, he was barely in the distance. Damien lifted Stacy up and pushed her roughly to the floor. He stood up, his massive cock glistening in the shine of Stacy's pussy. Damien lifted Stacy up and brought her a few feet away from her father, who was stunned, looking up at his statuesque white daughter being pulled along by the big naked black football player. Stacy's Homework Help "Turn yo ass around slut," ordered Damien, turning her around. He then pressed on her back, bending her over, then spread her legs, showing her impotent father her young enflamed pussy. Damien ran his big hand over it. "See what I did there old man, you see that shit? Ha ha, what you think now you little bitch," laughed Damien, giving Big Jim another kick to the stomach. "Slut, get down and clean off daddy's dick," ordered the stern Damien. Stacy dropped to her knees immediately and gave Damien's thick black cock a thorough going over. Big Jim cried harder, muttering why, why. "Why old man, why? I'll tell you why. Every day I wake up in my shitty house and see your rich ass daughter in school, flaunting all that money. Jewelry, nice clothes, shit I can't have. You know what I could have though? Her fucking ass. I know all that money and shit don't mean a thing. I see your daughter in that cheerleader outfit and I know all she really wants is some black meat to split her fucking ass. Look at that, a half hour of me tappin her pale Irish ass and she's cleanin off my cock. She belongs to me, she won't want anything else but this fucking shaft. That's why old man, that's why." Damien pushed Stacy down on all fours, her head just a few feet away from her restrained and beaten father. He pushed down on her ass, giving him better access to her pussy. Wasting little time, he ploughed into her yet again. Stacy squealed, looking at her father, who's face was in the carpet. He had brought her nothing but unhappiness and hate, the man thrusting behind her was making her a woman. "OHHHH...GOD DAMIEN, FUCK ME!!!" Damien gathered up her mane of blonde hair and pulled her head back tight. The muscled linebacker began to ride Stacy like a bucking bronco, giving every inch of African meat to her pussy. His big balls smacked against her pussy, and he gave the white teen some hard slaps to the ass. They resounded, along with the loud orgasms of Stacy, both sounds drowning out the tired moans of the Big Jim. "Ah, ah yeah fuck yeah," gritted Damien, ploughing into his new white slave as he neared his own completion. He became rougher, angry that Stacy had not made him cum yet. The hair came back farther, the fucking more fierce, the grunts more animalistic. "JEEEESUS!!!!" screamed Stacy, losing control of her own body but feeling the tension mounting. She came again, her pussy gripping the massive shaft that was impaling her, over and over again. "HERE I COME BITCH, HERE I COME!!" screamed Damien, pulling her ass back on his cock one final time. He roared as his large cock exploded into the white teen. Stacy screamed as well, shaken by orgasm and the sheer excitement of the massive amount of semen emptying into her. She collapsed to the ground, worn from the long sex session with her new master. All the blonde teen could do was breathe and pant as Damien pumped a few more times into her, then pulled out, his long black cock glistening in cum and her fluid. "Come up here bitch," said Damien, pulling her head to his still pulsing dick so that she could clean it off. "Ahhhh yeah...damn that feels good. See that my man, she's a real natural cock sucker. Alright bitch, here's the deal. Get your ass dressed, get your stuff ready, you're moving in with me. Got that?" It was the most radical decision Stacy would ever make, but it was such an easy choice at that point. "Yes master," said Stacy, meekling leaning her naked form against the rock hard form of Damien. "Good, get moving, I don't got all day," ordered Damien, giving her a smack on her bright red ass. The two teens got dressed, with Stacy putting all her clothes and valuables into her big suitcase. She could hear her father moaning, but it barely registered. Meanwhile, she told Damien where all her fathers valuables were, money and other holdings that went into his bookbag. "Damn, this day went well, huh Big Jim? I got about 10,000 of yo cash, and your daughter's pussy too!" laughed Damien, who then spit on the king of Crantin. Stacy laughed to, taking Damien's big hand as he led her out of the house. She looked up at him in reverence, all was right with the world. She was a woman now, and she wanted nothing but to give herself to this man and his power. The thought of his big cock, his arms controlling her, the smacks to her ass, it was intoxicating. "Let's see my keys bitch," ordered Damien, taking possession of his new SUV in the cool Georgia night. The two got in and drove off, towards their new home. Stacy smiled as she saw her old one recede in the mirror. She could not wait. "Come ere bitch, let's keep this party going," said Damien, reaching out and grabbing his new slaves head. Stacy grinned, leaned over, and went to work.