I got home as quick as I could. I knew I was in trouble. The house was dark and all I could smell was the musky scent of "daddy". He was home somewhere; I felt it. Still, some part of me decided to pretend he wasn't there. Idiotically, I called his name. "Karl?" (He had allowed me to call him by his first name a week ago) "Daddy?" "Sir?" "Are you there?" I hung up my jacket. My cock grew hard for some reason, I'm not sure. "Sir?" I proceeded further into the house down the long hallway to where his den was. For some stupid reason, I still thought he wasn't home, yet my voice grew quieter as I called for him again. "Daddy?" A thunderous "GET IN HERE, BOY!" came from where his den was. Like a robot, I made my way towards that voice. My God, he had such a hold over me!
There "daddy" was, sitting in his big chair in front of the fireplace. I made my way slowly over to where he was sitting. He had nothing but his dark slacks on. He was leaning back a little in his chair; his huge legs were spread a bit. His massive arms were on the arms of the chair. His eyes were half-closed. He was half-rocking in the chair, lightly tapping those massive size 14 feet. His face had light stubble on it and I could smell the hint of after shave a little better now. His thick cock was peering out of the pant opening, throbbing lightly. He peered at me through his half-open eyes, his square face stern. "Why are you late, boy?", he quizzed. I was trapped between fear of and renewed lust for this large, powerful white man who claimed me for his own a few months earlier, making me his little black love slave. I just couldn't find the words until..."Well?!", he screamed. "I-I-I was late because...I-I missed the bus", I stammered. I was actually at the store trying to buy his favorite drink. The idiots had ran out and forgot to restock! Oh boy! So I had to run frantically to another store to find out they sold their last bottle. All this made me late for my master's 4PM "feeding and breeding". I've been late once for "feeding and breeding". Let's just say I'm lucky he loves me...and that I love being his slave.
"Get over here. On your knees", he ordered. I obeyed, kneeling before him, my face pointed to the ground. He studied me for what seemed like a whole hour. I could feel his eyes burning a hole in my head. "Tell me what I wanna hear. NOW!", He shouted. "I'm sorry, daddy. I'm so sorry I'm late", I whimpered like a little girl, over and over again. I was actually lucky this time. Karl has never hesitated to slap me or spank me "because I made him angry". I would always try to appease him by sprawling on the ground at his feet and grabbing and caressing his huge tree-trunk calves while kissing his feet. His anger, however, was always shortlived because immediately afterward, he would pull me off the ground, order me to suck his "daddy nipples", which either made him angry again, or so passionate, that he would then take me, kiss me and send me to heaven, driving that 8" cut beercan, and all that muscle, into my body. The whole thing has me turned inside out. "Kiss my feet and tell me how sorry you are", he ordered. I proceeded to slowly caress and kiss each massive foot as I have done before, taking in that powerful man odor. My cock was throbbing out of control. "I don't hear you, you little slut!", Karl bellowed. I whimpered over and over, "I'm so sorry daddy. Please don't be angry". He then took the foot I was kissing and rubbed it all over my face as I lay sprawled before him. "You're daddy's little slut. Aren't you?", he asked in a strange, gentle, fatherly tone. I thought I was going to explode right there. He has had me lick cum off his feet or his floor before. "Yes sir", I replied humbly.
Karl then grabbed me by the arm off the floor and scooped me up into his tree-trunk of a lap, snuggling me real close. I could smell the powerful scent of his after shave. It was irresistible. I couldn't escape. I didn't want to escape. "Daddy" was brushing his square face against mine. I could feel the soft stubble of his face. I could hear and feel his hot breath on my face. He was so strong and gentle. " you're driving me crazy, you know that, boy?" I couldn't answer right then. My eyes were closed and my breathing was slow and deep. I was so in love right then. "Huh?", he asked, shaking me a little. "Yes sir", I answered him, eyes still closed. He took my face in his huge hand. Then taking his thumb, he caressed my lower lip and chin with it. He then hungrily planted his lips on mine and we kissed a real long time. Both our cocks were hard and throbbing. We both wanted daddy to breed. Somehow we 'calmed down' enough for daddy to pick me up in his arms and carry my upstairs to his bed, planting kisses all the while.
I was on my back and Karl's massive 300# body was on top of me, feeding my face all 8 inches of thick cut cock. He was so powerful. His legs were so big and solid, it was like caressing two steel support beams. I could taste the leaky precum and wanted more. He didn't disappoint. He let go an unbelievably thick stream of daddy cum down my throat that I swallowed as quick as I could. If I thought daddy was spent, I was dead wrong. He then put my legs on his massive shoulders and drove his love muscle into my body and made love to me with such a rhythm and passion that one would think his life depended on it. When he finally came, he moaned and grunted with such ferociousness, I could swear I felt the room shake. His huge sweaty body fell on top of mine and we fell asleep, but not before he said, with his beefy voice, "I love you, baby. You make me very happy." Guess he waasn't angry anymore.