My father avoided me after watching me bring Destiny to orgasm. We barely spoke, only talking when someone else was around. I got tired of his avoidance, and after weeks of it, an idea formed. I had been flirting with his driver, a 6-foot-6 muscled man. I knew he wanted me with the way his eyes took me in.

I walked the house scantily dressed, either in tiny shirts with panties or in boy shorts and a bikini top. I caught my father's attention a few times, the ridge in his pants rising up. His gaze would linger on me, on my beasts, or on my warm heat. He wanted me, but hadn't acted on it. Yet. He would, and I would make sure he was brought to his knees with want and lust.

He sent me a text letting me know he would be out late. I replied, telling him my mouth could bring her to orgasm faster and better than his. He never replied, never telling me to stop. Never telling me I am wrong. For every message he sent me, informing me of his plans, I always replied with a sexual innuendo. I wanted to drive him wild with desire, but my efforts were not producing results quickly enough. Jealousy was my only option.

Carlos, his main driver, stayed with me when he went out. He hired another driver, never leaving me alone or cooped up here. So tonight, I put my plan into action. I stripped naked, taking my new silk robe and wrapping myself up in it. I traveled down to the living area, where Carlos sat on the couch. He was watching a show, but I took the remote and changed the channel.

I found the right flick I wanted: a porn video of a white female being manhandled by four Black cocks. I sat next to him and talked before he could.

"I love this one. Watch how she wants to be taken by all those Black cocks. In her mouth, her ass, her wet pussy." My voice seductive and alluring, my hand running up his thigh.

"Belle, this is enough." Carlos tried to sound authoritative, but his tone rang false. His hands stayed on the back of the couch, his hands gripping it hard. My hands trailed higher, stopping at his belt. His eyes, brown and deep, tracked my movements. I removed the belt, handing it to him. His hand grasped it, but still didn't touch me.

I unbuttoned his pants, removing his hard cock. He sprang free, big and fat. I've been with my fair share of men and women, but by far Carlos was the biggest. His cock was as thick as my wrist and a good solid 9 inches. My mouth watered, wondering how he would taste, how he would fit.

I kneeled between his legs, my blue eyes compelling him to watch me. I gripped him, my fingers barely able to contain his size. I licked him from root to top, my tongue swirling around his cockhead. He tasted of male musk and sweat. A hot combination. I teased his, my tongue making a mess along his mass, before my mouth engulfed him. I deliberately took my time, taking him as far as I could go. It wasn't as much as I wanted, but I knew I would get there.

Carlos grunted as my mouth came off of him, then went back down. More was able to fit, and when I took a deep breath, even more flooded me. I bobbed up and down, my hand twisting along his shaft. His thighs were tense, his body trying not to like the pleasure of my mouth.

I licked him some more, spreading my saliva around him. I took him again into my mouth, this time his entire length. My nose was pressed against his stomach, my gag reflex gone. I held my mouth open, my tongue licking at the vein, feeling it pulsate. I pulled away, my saliva leaving a trail from my mouth to his head. Pre-cum leaked, and I sucked it up with my tongue, running circles around the head.

I stood up, opening my robe as I straddled his wide body. I directed his cock to my entrance, sliding all the way until my ass hit his pants.

"Grrrrr," his grunt told me he liked it, and I brought his hands to my tits. They were big, but I was top-heavy, with my impressive beasts, 36Ds. I lifted up, putting my hands on his knees, and rode his cock at a leisurely pace. His hands kneaded my tits, pulling and twisting them hard. I loved it, the pain igniting something inside of me. I wanted to go faster, to ride him hard, but I wanted to drag it out.

My pussy was on fire from his girth, stretching around him, accommodating him. His gaze was watching us, mate; his eyes, as big as my pussy, took his entire span. I was working myself to a quick orgasm, and Carlos's hand slapped my clit.

I cried out in relief, my climax zapping me as hands hit me in quick succession. My juices spit out, soaking his pants and the bottom of his shirt. His lips curled up, a snicker evading his mouth. I didn't care, my throes of passion making me take him harder. I threw myself down on his cock, my pussy hugging him even as my juices still ran rampantly. I was an animal, taking myself higher as my body convulsed against his.

One turned into two, my body no longer able to ride his massive shaft. His hand held my hips, moving me up and down, riding the last waves on my crescendo. Carlos pulled out of me, dragging me over the arm of the couch before entering me harshly.

"Your dad said you were a slut. Fucking his decorator the first day here." He was grunting, spewing his words at me. "Figured as much with what you wear." His thrusts were riveting, taking what he wanted now that I was spent. He held me down, his forearm on my back, keeping me from running away.

"Knew I would have this pussy eventually, little girl. Knew I would have those fucking lips around my cock." I was speechless; only animalistic sounds flew out of me. A hunger passed between us, starting with me but ending with him. Carlos ran into me, his thrusts punishing me. I loved it, craved it. The pain, the pleasure, the mating of his cock with my drenched pussy.

Our sounds were loud, echoing in the great room. Nothing else could be heard, not even the footsteps that walked through the front door. I sensed him, opening my eyes to see him watching me get taken. His eyes darkened, the baby blue turning a shade of navy, almost black. It was lust in his eyes, a fire that told me he would take me soon. I came again, my juices wetting the leather armrest.

"That's a good slut." Carlos said, his teeth clenched so tight together I could swear they would break. He hungrily took me, his cock going to impossible lengths, hitting what I surely thought was my stomach. His possessive hands ripped off of me, grabbing me by the hair and putting me on my knees.

His cock pushed into my throat, not stopping until my nose hit his stomach. I gagged; my throat hadn't had a warning. He used my hair to hold me still as his cock pulsated and pumped his seed into me. Jet after warm jet, I swallowed what I could. He didn't stop, his cock pumping into my mouth, half hard after he emptied his balls. He was still big, still a decent thickness, so I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him and not letting him go.

I wanted my father to see it all. See me on my knees, milking a big black cock. Bringing the cock back to life so I could have him again. It worked; my father walked into the room, taking a seat close to us. His hand rubbed the outside of his pants, his hard cock making a delicious mark along his pants.

Carlos didn't stop, instead choosing to ramp up his thrust, his cock impressively hard again.

"Bend her over the couch, Carlos," my father ordered him. He took his cock from me, picking me up by my hair and throwing me down. I was bent over, my knees touching the floor. "Pull her ass up and take the belt to her."

My head turned rapidly, my eyes taking in my father's. I started to get up, but his hand pushed me back down. I pleaded with him, telling him no, without the words. Shock rang through me.

"You want to be a bad girl, Belle? Then you will get punished like a bad girl." Nothing more was said, although I could hear clothes being taken off. Carlos stripped down, his naked body behind me. I braced myself, waiting for something I didn't know.

The belt landed after a whoosh filled the room. My body tensed, my cry loud. Carlos hit me again, hitting both ass cheeks. I was lit; a flame so hot brought tears to my eyes. It wasn't the pain, though it hurt. It was an entirely different feeling altogether.

Carlos lit my ass up, my pussy dripping with the discipline I was receiving. When he hit me again, my body soared, bringing a heavy climax with it. I screamed with an inferno blazing around me. And when he took me roughly again, his thrusts hitting the marks on me, my tears and sweat ran down my face.

It didn't take Carlos long; his cock was beating me into submission as he pushed his seed deep into me. His hands held me up, holding me when I wanted to fall. His cock stilled in me with the last remnants of his seed leaking out.

When he did pull out, my body slumped along the couch. His rough hands picked me up, taking me to bed.