The door opened it was Madeline’s father. He looked at his daughter anxiously. ‘What happened, are you okay? I wondered where you were and I panicked. There are a few guys in here who are up to no good!’
Madeline felt desperately sorry for her poor, pathetic, weak daddy. He was close to tears and it was evident what his greatest fear was. Madeline pacified him.
‘Oh daddy, I’m so sorry I chose the wrong dress, I was trying to be too grown up in this and dancing with your boss, it got tangled and it fell off so I ran into her and hid. He brought me my dress and I’ve been in here, so embarrassed!’ She saw no reason to unsettle him with any further details.
‘It’s okay honey, you’re fine now. Shall we go home; if you’re upset you won’t want to stay.’ He looked at her and added ‘Did he do anything that he shouldn’t have done? He was dancing very close to you’
The terrified man prayed that she hadn't been touched by his black boss. He hadn’t brought her up these eighteen years to be fuckmeat for predatory black men, and certainly not his harassing ogre of a boss.
‘No daddy, he didn’t do anything for you to worry about. I’m still your little girl’, she smiled to allay his fears. As always be believed her. The significant point today was however, for once she wasn’t telling the truth. He did have a lot to worry about but Madeline, perhaps due to ignorance, naivety, or possibly simply her mentality chose to disregard the possible consequences of what had just happened to her.
A large globule of semen spilled out of her cunt and landed on the inside of her right thigh and began to trickle down. Madeline, under the pretence of adjusting her dress deftly scooped it up and sucked it from her finger. Her father, looking away, had no idea.
Regardless of whether she chose to be concerned or not, the sperm in her womb were swimming vigorously towards her egg probably less than ten minutes from it, desperate to be one to claim her egg and inject it with its forceful African DNA. The moment that he ejaculated his sperm into her, she was defeated. It was her fertile time and nature was taking its course. However, this was unseen and unknown to the blonde teen, at least for now.
Madeline said that it might be best to go home and after her daddy had reassured her that nobody would be annoyed, they left after her father sought permission from Mr Dexter who arrogantly pat him on the head and then he took Madeline’s hand, kissed it, whispering ‘til next time’. Madeline gasped and blushed; nobody heard it but her but clearly he had long term designs on her. She wanted to go before anything else happened.
On the way out, the young, black waiter blew her a big kiss. Madeline smiled back to the guy nervously; losing her virginity had temporarily caused her to forget the matter of him recording her showing him her breasts. Men are such beasts she reflected holding her daddy’s hand walking to the car.
Her daddy saw the young guy blow a kiss and, wondering how he could keep black men off her daughter, turned the key in the ignition and began to drive. Madeline sat next to him, tightly crossing her legs, to prevent any more sperm from leaking out of her and also to indulge her soaked, teenaged cunt, captivated by the gorgeous waiter’s rudeness.
During the ride home, the egg in her Fallopian tube was won and invaded by the winning sperm. Triumphantly, it fertilized the egg.
By the time Madeline carefully got out of the car to avoid her father seeing the cum stains on her dress, a new life had started in her womb, fathered by her daddy's black boss and the genetic make up of her baby had already been determined.
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