Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2012 07:17:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: moviekid20 <moviekid20@yahoo.com>
Subject: Black Rapper Daddy Pt. 3

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Black Rapper Daddy - Part 3

In the past two months Daddy bought himself, my Auntie, and my Granny all
new cars. They weren't BMW's or Porches or anything like that, but they
were brand new, fully loaded, and the best part was that they were already
paid off. My Dad had also announced to us that we would be moving. He told
us that we would be moving to an upscale neighborhood, in a gated
community. The house he picked out was, as he had put it, "nothing
extravagant," but when we finally saw the house, we were all in shock. The
neighborhood it was in was full of mansions, giant-yards, in-ground pools,
and really nice cars in every driveway.

As we pulled into the half-circle driveway, which had a large fountain
centerpiece, my Granny started screaming out, "OOOH My BABY DONE WENT AND
BOUGHT HIS MAMA A PALACE!!"  She had tears streaming down her face, and her
hand on her heart, almost as if she were checking to make sure it was still
beating. She was awe-struck and it showed all over her face.

Dad had to go to Los Angeles to work with some big named producers on a new
album. He couldn't give us a time-frame as to when he would be back,
because he didn't know. However long it would take him to finish the
projects he was working on is how long he would be there. He was also
working with other artists in the industry who wanted my Dad to be featured
on their songs, so we really had no idea how long he would be gone. A
couple times my Granny and Auntie and I got to fly out to LA to see him,
but he was so busy that we didn't get to spend more than 6 hours with him
the entire 4 days we were there. I was missing him like crazy, and couldn't
wait til I had the chance to make love to him with his 11 inch, rock hard,
half-a-cup of cum shooting, man dick in my mouth and up inside my boy
booty. I was beginning to have withdrawals from missing him so much. I was
oh so intensely in love with every part of that man, but I was
understanding of the circumstances and tried not to burden him with my
needs while he was away.

We had gone to this Italian restaurant as soon as we arrived for
dinner. There was a driver holding a sign with our named on it when got off
the plane at LAX, and we were driven to the restaurant in an expensive
looking stretch hummer. We entered the restaurant, and were seated in the
VIP section, and given menus to look at.

Granny waved her hands at my Aunt Tee-tee and I signaling us to lean in
closer to her, so that she could talk to us without anyone else hearing,
"That boy having us come to some rich white people, ritzy-pitzy, gotta have
eleven-teen forks and knives, and salads, and spoons, and waiters with
tuxedos, and sit us all alone up in the V-I-P section like we gonna upset
the rest of the restaurant with our ghetto, black tails, like we might get
ghetto up in..."

"Mama!" Aunt Tee-tee interrupted. I couldn't help but giggle at my Granny's
sudden urge to complain about...well...anything. Come to think of it, I
hadn't heard her complain at all since my Dad started bringing in
money. That was really all that Granny complained about was struggling to
pay her bills, or how the nursing home she was working at wasn't paying her
enough, wouldn't give her a raise, and had her working too hard for someone
her age. Hearing her complain now had me laughing my butt off, but it was
unusual once I had given it thought.

"Oh child, calm yourself," she said as she patted my Aunt's hand that
rested casually on the tablecloth. "I just wanted to take that worried look
off JJ's face." JJ was the nickname my Granny had given me at birth. It
stood for Jamariqi Junior.

"Worried look?" I asked aloud. "I've had a worried look on my face?" I
tried my best to sound surprised at the sound of portraying any kind of
worried emotion. The truth was that I was in fact worried about
something. For starters, Daddy was 45 minutes late.

"Baby, it seems like ever since we landed you been on the tip of your toes
holding ya breath, like something bad is about to happen...you need to calm
ya self baby." She said with a loving smile.

"I know Granny I just get worried when he's late like this, like maybe
something happened you know?"

"Jamariqi Lorenzo Lewis," she said, pausing momentarily to shake her head,
as if she had almost forgotten the last part to my name, "JUNIOR... Now, I
said everything's gonna be just fine, now don't you go spreading that worry
on to me and your aunt Tee-tee because my heart can't take all of them what
if's that you be inventing in ya mind." She finished.

My Auntie started to point out people who she recognized as celebrities,
but I had never seen them before. I was glad that we were no longer talking
about the fact that I was worrying about my Daddy.  I just didn't want my
granny or my auntie to have the remotest idea as to what I was really
worried about. Ever since our plane landed in LA, I was constantly worrying
about when and if my Dad and I would have a chance to be alone. It had been
a month and a half since the last time my insides massaged his big hard
veiny dick until it pumped my insides full of his sweet daddy nectar. I
missed his scent, and the way his sweat tasted as it would drip from his
body as he fucked me mercilessly, but most of all...I missed the taste of
his nut-juice. There was nothing like the taste of his freshly squeezed
dick juice. I needed it, and had to have it before I went back home to
Detroit. Just as I was started to fantasize about what my father looked
like all sweaty, standing up at the edge of the bed fucking me, while
holding both of my feet in his hands, kissing them, he walked up to our
table and said, "MAMA, TEETEE, MINI-ME!!!!"

We all hugged and kissed, and sat back at the table and talked for a little
bit before ordering our food. Dad pulled out this real fly touch-screen
cell phone. I didn't realize it at first, but it was the latest I-phone. He
was messing with it nonchalantly for a minute before I said, "What's that?"

He smiled that sparkling white smile of his that I had missed so much, and
said, "It's the phone I bought for you on the way here. I just was makin
sure that they activated it already, and saved my number for you." He
handed me the phone, and I instantly noticed there was a new text message
from `Daddy.' I smiled when I noticed that he saved his number under the
same name that I used for him in front of my family, and when he was
fucking my brains out, `Daddy.' I tapped the shiny screen and opened the
message:

Daddy: Daddy needs you baby. I haven't busted a nut in so long. Reach under
the table and take this bottle of lube. In ten minutes go in the VIP
bathroom... lock the door...strip...lube up... and wait for me.

Me: I got you Daddy!!

Daddy: You bout to get it lil nigga, for real!!!

	I felt delirious with anticipation as I watched the second-hand of
the clock on the wall next to me. It seemed like it was moving in
slow-motion. I was so caught up in imagining what was about to happen that
I had forgotten to get the lube from my Dad. I was quickly reminded when he
bumped his knee up against mine. I came back down from cloud nine, and
reached in between our seats where I felt his hand holding the small bottle
of lube. As I took the bottle out of his hand, he quickly wrapped his
fingers around the back of my hand and squeezed. He was still carrying on
his conversation with my Granny and Auntie as if nothing was happening. I
used my other hand to take the lube and place it in my pocket, leaving my
right hand in his left hand. He pulled my hand over and placed it on the
front of his pants. His dick was rock hard, running down his left
pant-leg. I grasped his dick and looked at his face. He appeared to be
fighting back the urge to close his eyes. I continued to squeeze and stroke
his big man meat through his pants until the clock indicated that it was
time for me to make my move.

I excused myself from the table and set out to locate the VIP bathroom. I
had to ask a waiter where it was because it didn't have a sign on the door
like the regular rest-rooms. Once there, I quickly locked the door and
stripped naked out of my clothes. I put on some of my flavored chap-stick,
and checked my reflection in the mirror. Then, I squirted a big glob of
lube onto my fingers and shoved them inside myself, 1, then 2, and finally
3 fingers were inside me. I couldn't help but let out a moan from the
assault my fingers were giving my asshole. My dick was so hard that it
almost hurt. I knew that at any moment, my Daddy would be sliding back and
forth between my thighs, climbing the pleasure mountain. I wanted nothing
more to help him reach that climax that would satisfy my lonely urges that
I'd been experiencing since he'd left. My lube-covered hand was still
massaging the innards of my asshole when I heard a quick knock on the
door. I opened it slowly to make sure it was my father, and he quickly
entered, closing and locking the door behind him.

I instantly tried to jump into his arms, but he stopped me. "Hold on baby,
let me get these clothes off right quick so I don't fuck em up, and have to
explain some ghetto ass lie to ya Granny." So I stood, waiting impatiently
for him to get out of his clothes. My heart was racing so fast I thought my
rib cage w as going to crack. As I watched him remove his shirt, I noticed
that his abs were incredibly prominent, and seemed more defined than I had
ever remembered.

	"You've been working out a lot lately?" I asked in a lust filled
daze.

	"A nigga's got one of dem Hollywood managers now," he said
smiling. "They payin a personal trainer to cut me up for these videos I'm
bout to be shootin."

He unbuckled his pants, and when he bent over to remove them, I also
noticed how fine and neat his braids were on top of his head. Again, I had
never seen this part of my Dad look so incredibly perfect. I decided not to
comment though, because I figured we could talk later about all of
that. Right now, I needed his dick. I dropped to my knees and waited for
him to finish removing his pant leg from his foot. As soon as he began to
stand back up, I went to dive for his meat, when suddenly, he again stopped
me. "Dadddddy???" I said in a whiney voice.

"Nigga stand up!" he commanded. I did as I was told. As soon as I was on my
feet he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into an embrace. "Baby
boy, Daddy has missed you so much," he said as he began kissing my neck,
while rubbing the back of my head with his hand. His hands slid down my
back and onto my ass. He squeezed both cheeks firmly , and lifted me off
the ground. I instinctively lifted legs and wrapped them around his
waist. Even with my eyes closed in this position, I could tell that he had
been working out. His body felt different with me wrapped around him, more
firm, more muscular, and more masculine. I hugged him, and turned my head
so that my lips could find their way to his. He quickly realized what I
wanted and brushed his lips against mine slowly, before it quickly
escalated into a full-fledge French kiss. I could feel his throbbing man
meat as it rested against my right thigh, pointing towards our passionate
kiss.

 My father's long tongue probed the inside of my mouth for a few moments,
before he pulled away and said, "Baby, Daddy needs to see you more. We
don't got time to go all out tho," he said with a pleading look in his
eyes. I returned the look, saddened by the limited sexual interaction I was
allowed with him. "But don't worry lil nigga, we both gonna bust before we
leave this bathroom," he assured me with a lustful, as a matter of fact
tone.

I wanted so badly to taste his manhood, so I decided to tell him what I was
craving. "I need it in my mouth Daddy," I said. He smiled, and just as he
had done once before, flipped me upside down in his arms as if I were his
ragdoll to play with whenever he so desired. His dick was inches from my
face, and I reached out and grasped it. I pulled my mouth onto it as fast
as I could, instantly jamming it into my throat. I began slobbering all
over it like I was a mad man, when suddenly I felt my own 8 inch dick
become immersed in a warm wet feeling. I realized my Dad was now sucking my
own dick. He had never done this before, but it never bothered me because I
couldn't picture him sucking a dick. But, the feeling he was giving me was
overwhelming. Being only 14 years old, I had only had my dick sucked on a
few occasions, but it wasn't very good because I remember having to tell
them to watch their teeth, and to actually SUCK. But my Dad seemed to be
mimicking everything I was doing to him.

I began licking his shaft all over while it was still inside my mouth,
while at the same time began tickling his balls. My Dad suddenly jerked me
up into the air, readjusting his hold on me. Then I felt his hand on my
balls too. I couldn't take the incredible feeling his mouth was giving my
dick. I was so overwhelmed with sexual desire and pleasure that I started
cumming in his mouth. I don't think he was expecting this because he made a
funny noise, but didn't take my dick out. He kept on sucking it like a
trooper.

As soon as my orgasm subsided, he flipped me over and set me back on the
ground. He then pushed me up against the wall and began kissing me with my
cum still in his mouth. He spit it all into my mouth and quickly said,
"Don't swallow it nigga...give it back to me." So, we kissed again, and I
gave it back to him like he instructed. Then he lifted my ass of the ground
in his arms, to where I had my hands on the floor to steady myself. He
shoved his face in my ass and began swirling his tongue around my already
lubed asshole. He then pulled back and used two fingers to open my hole
up. He then spit my cum into my open asshole, and started fingering me.

"Ooooo weee lil nigga...yo shit tightened back up since I been gone." He
said lustfully. "Imma put it on ya sooooo gooood"

Daddy then set me back down again, and instructed me to lay my back on the
toilet seat. As I did he lined up his long, giant dick against my wet,
cum-dripping hole. As he began to push it inside of me, it felt like weeks
of sexual frustration were being forced out of me. Pure pleasure was
entering my body as every centimeter of his manhood was being sucked in by
the lips of my boy hole. As soon as he was all the way inside, he flexed
his dick muscle, causing the tip to hit my prostate in just the right way,
to send me over the edge for a second time. I was writhing about on the
toilet seat as my eight inches bobbed around spraying cum in every
direction.

"Got damn boy, you did miss ya Daddy huh?" he said in amusement as he
watched the effects that his sex was having on me.

"Fuck me Daddy, I need your cum so bad it hurts!" I said in the best
commanding voice I could, but he could still hear the desperate plea in my
voice as he began to pump his over-sized meat in and out of my dripping wet
hole.

"Ughn Ughn Ughn," I moaned with each thrust, as I imagined the large
mushroom head of his cock sliding in and out of the inside of my hole,
rubbing every nerve of my prostate along the way. "Ughn Ughn Ughn
Ughn...fuckkkkk yeessssssss..." I moaned.

"Lil nigga...look what Daddy did to yo lil ass...you needed this dick fa
real huh baby??" he asked me.

"Shut...up...just...fuck...me..." PLOP...was the sound of my Dad suddenly
pulling his dripping, lube and cum covered dick from my hole. WHACK! He
slapped my ass so hard it burned. Feeling that sudden spanking made my cock
throb and my asshole ache for him to put it back inside me.

"Nigga, if you man enough to tell ya Daddy to shut up, then you man enough
to get a whoopin," he said.

"Daddy, please...PLEASE put it back in...PLEASE IM BEGGIN YOU." I said
desperately, knowing our time was almost up, and we'd have no choice but to
head back to the table.

"Tell Daddy your sorry," he said, with amusement, reveling in how desperate
I was for him.

"I'm sorry Daddy," I said quickly... "Now please...put it back...AHHHHHHH"
I groaned as he slid his full 11 inches back inside me. He leaned down over
me and began kissing me while he fucked me, harder and harder with every
stroke.

"Spank me again Daddy," I pleaded, as I reached one hand down to stroke my
hard as steel 8 inches, and the other down to feel my Daddy's abs flex as
he pumped his dick inside me.

"I love you lil nigga," he said, followed by another "WHACK!" I could feel
the burn where his hand hit my ass cheek, and the warmth that was beginning
to permeate from my skin. It seemed to send waves of pleasure right into my
ass, where it collected and intensified in my prostate, and shot right up
into my dick.

"I'm gonna cum if you smack me again Daddy," I said, letting him know I was
there on the edge, yet again. Instead of spanking me again, like I thought
he would do...he picked up his pace and began furiously fucking me.

"Take...this...big...fucking...nigga...dick...my...lil...bitch..." he said
inbetween thrusts. I started squeezing my asshole around his dick as hard
as I could while he fucked me.

"Fuck nigga I'm starting to get close..." He panted in my ear.

"As I caressted his abs and chest with my hand, I was riding the edge of an
orgasm, silently pleading for him to smack my ass one more time. Before I
could even think of what I was doing I said, "Shut...up..." yet again. Just
as I thought, a quick and hard "WHACK" hit my ass cheek and sent me over
the edge, cumming for a third time.

"My freaky lil nigga takin his Daddy's dick...and getting spanked... You's
a dirtly lil nigga ain't you?" he asked me lustfully while pounding my
pleasured hole. "Ahh fuck nigga, I'm bout to bust baby...you wanna eat it?"
he asked me in a rushed tone.

"YESS DADDY," I said grabbing his biceps firmly as he fucked me with his
big dick. "YES DADDY FEED ME YOUR CUM DADDY...I WANNA TASTE IT AND SWALLOW
ALL OF MY DADDYS THICK NUT!" I said.

He pulled out and pulled me up off my back, then shoved his dick into my
mouth just as his cum began spraying. Burst after burst of thick hot man
seed coated my mouth and throat as I felt forceful jets of cum squirting
out of his big dick. It tasted sweet and creamy, with a hint of saltiness
to it.

"Swallow that shit," he instructed as I felt his dick make its final few
pulses inside my mouth before he finally pulled it out, and let it swing
down, slapping his leg.

Once I had finished swallowing his huge load, I stood up on my feet and
noticed that my legs were still shaking, so I sat back onto the toilet
seat. My Dad kneeled down in between my legs, and placed both of his hands
on either side of my face.

	"I'v missed you baby...sooo much," he said staring into my eyes.

End of Chapter 3



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