The “supportive” family is forced to watch, and eventually join in as he treats their special son/daughter as cheap fuckmeat
M Dog was a gangbanger hood thug with a thing for skinny little white boys after trying them out in prison. He loved their tight little asses and the noises they made when he fucked their hot and sticky mouths.
The great thing for him was that so many young white boys had become trans recently and it seemed like being trans made them crazy about BBC. He was pretty convined that there must be some kind of conspiracy to turn little white boys trans. He didn’t know who was behind it, he had some ideas but he kept then to himself, but he was happy about it.
His days were spent looking out for little trans white boys and picking them up. It was so easy. All he had to do was talk to them and at the sight of a huge ghetto black guy covered in prison tattoos their little sissy cocks would get would shiver and he’d be in for a night of smashing them to pieces.
Today he’d seen a flat chested little white boy in school girls clothes walking along and approached him, asked how old he was, 14 which was perfect, named Tanya (haha), very skinny and immature looking with dyed blond hair and short enough that he towered over her. Cute and probably only a couple of years in to transition as she didnt have any sign of femboy breats, and dragged her off to a shadowy doorway where he kissed her roughly and stuffed his hand up her skirt and into her panties. Tiny little balls and a tiny little white cock. Tanya had squeeled and was leaking by the time he’d said they should go somewhere more private. As they talked M Dog explored Tanya’s assholle with his finger. It was very tight, a virgin for sure. Thats when she said they should go back to her home. He’d asked about her parents but she’d said not to worry her parents were really “supportive”. He didnt know what that meant but the thought of wrecking this little underaged white slut in her bedroom with her parents in the house was too good to pass up.
Tanya opened the door and led M Dog into her home. “Im home” she called out. “And ive brought someone home with me”. As they walked into the kitchen there was a white couple sitting at the table. “Mom, dad, this is M Dog my new boyfriend”. He cringed and shrugged, “yeah something like that i guess” he muttered. He tensed as the dad got up, ready to puch him in the face if shit went down. But the fat balding white guy just put out his hand to shake, “well its a pleasure to meet you, erm, M Dog. Im Ralf and thats my wife Tina.” He took his hand and shook it a little to roughly and half grinned when he saw Ralf flinch.
He nodded to the mom. Pretty plain looking with shoulder length black hair and average breasts. He fucked white wives worse looking and pictured poinding her holes hard and cumming in her mouth.
“So” the father continued, “we just want you to know that we’re very supportive of our daughters journey into her new sexual identity and we’re completely open to her needs as a young lady…”
M Dog ignored him his eyes drawn to family photos with Tanya pictured as a young boy. She looked good even back then. His cock was starting to get hard again just thinking about who she’d been and what she was now. The dad was still droning on, “… and so all we ask is that if sex is going to happen it happens in this house and protection is used…” M Dogs eyes widened. “Shit you folks want me to fuck your son-I mean daughter in your house?” The dad resumed, “well yes and make sure protection is used as we-“
M Dod smacked him hard on the back, “Don’t worry about that Pop haha it’s not like she’s gonna get pregnant!”
He’d smacked the dad hard enough on the back to wind him and he could tell the guy was scared now as he finally shut up. White parents were wild. WTF had happened to white folks? Inviting in hood niggas like him to fuck their kids in their own house? It was a turn on he’d admit. Maybe these folks were into the cuck lifestyle already and this was just an extension of that? A thought came into his mind and he grinned.
“Aight mom and pops. I get it. You care about your daughter and that’s cool. How bout this, you too should watch to, ya know, make sure everything’s legit and safe.
The father’s eyes widened and Tanya nudged M Dogs arm which he didnt appreciate but this time the mom spoke up. “Hey now we dont want to-“ M Dog cut her off, “you don’t want to see a nigga make love to your daughter? That it huh? You guys are racist yeah? Keep it out of sight? Black men disgust you?”
Both the parents went red. Desperstely the mom spoke up, dad still cowed from the smack, “no no, please Mr M Dog we’re not racist we voted for Obama… we support the NAACP and some of our best friend are African American…”
This is too good M Dog thought to himself. “Yeah prove it then!” He grabbed Tanya by her skinny waiste and pulled her to him and stuffed his fat tongue into her little mouth.
Tanya made a muffled, surprised sound against his tongue, her small hands clutching at his biceps for stability. M Dog didn’t just kiss her; he claimed her, making sure the parents saw exactly how much larger and more powerful he was compared to their special kid. He could feel the tension in the kitchen thick enough to cut with a knife. Ralf and Tina stood frozen, their expressions a mix of sheer terror and a desperate, pleading need to be seen as “progressive.”
As his tongue aggressively explored thei daughter’s mouth he watched their faces and dropped a hand under her shirt pulling it up to expose a small nipple which he roughly groped and twisted. Tanya squeeled and jumped but didn’t pull away, her face flushed a deep red of embarrassment and arousal. The parents weren’t looking away; they were paralyzed, caught between a visceral instinct to protect their child and a pathological fear of appearing bigoted.
M Dog felt the shift in the room. He had them exactly where he wanted them: suspended in a state of absolute submission to his whims. He pulled his hand away from Tanya’s chest and let her shirt fall, but he didn’t let go of her waist. He looked at Ralf, who was practically vibrating with anxiety, and then at Tina, whose eyes were wide and darting between her child and the massive stranger dominating their kitchen.
“Alright. Thats better. Have a seat mom and dad” when they didn’t move he barked, “sit” and the two of them practically collapsed into the kitchen chairs, eyes wide, shoulders hunched. M Dog grinned, feeling the rush of absolute control. He didn’t need a weapon or a badge; he just needed to use their own guilt against them.
He shifted his grip, sliding his hand down from Tanya’s waist to give her a sharp, playful smack right on the cheek. She gasped, her face burning, but she leaned into him, her small frame trembling. She was terrified, sure, but she was also completely entranced. This was like the porn she’d seen and become addicted to back when she was just a confused and horny young boy, and the fact that her parents were watching—and doing nothing—only added to the electricity humming between them.
“Now,” M Dog drawled, his voice dropping into a low, commanding rumble that seemed to vibrate the very plates on the table. “Since y’all are so supportive of Tanya’s journey, I think it’s only fair that you get a front-row seat to her first real lesson in becoming a real woman.” He said with a wicked grin.
Ralf opened his mouth to protest, a weak, fluttering movement of his lips, but one sharp glance from M Dog silenced him. The power dynamic in the kitchen had shifted completely; the homeowner was now a guest in his own house, a nervous observer to a scene he had unintentionally sanctioned. Tina looked away for a split second, her gaze landing on the floral wallpaper, but she didn’t dare stand up. The silence was heavy, broken only by Tanya’s shallow, rapid breathing.
M Dog lifted Tanya’s shirt over her head leaving her flat milky white chest exposed to her parents’ gaze. He didn’t do it gently; he yanked the fabric up, forcing her to arch her back and gasp as the cool kitchen air hit her skin. He kept one hand firmly gripped on her shoulder, pinning her against his massive frame, making her look even more fragile and diminutive.
”Shit you hot baby” he said his large black hands roughly riding over her small tiny nipples. “Lets see what you got down here” he said and yanked her skirt and little girls panties down to her ankles.
Tanya let out a strangled little noise, half-sob and half-sigh, as her ankles were suddenly constricted by the bunch of fabric. She stood there, exposed and shivering, the stark contrast of her pale skin against M Dog’s dark, tattooed arms creating a visual that seemed to freeze the parents in their seats. The kitchen, usually a place of mundane breakfast conversations and lukewarm coffee, had transformed into a stage for a raw, visceral display of power.
M Dog didn’t waste a second. “What a tiny cute little girly cock!”
He reached down and gripped the small member with a possessive firmness, manipulating it for the parents to see. Tanya’s head lolled back against his shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut as she let out a shaky, high-pitched moan. The sound echoed through the silent kitchen, a sharp contrast to the heavy breathing of the two adults who remained anchored to their chairs, unable to look away yet terrified to acknowledge what was happening.
“See that, Ralf?” M Dog chuckled, the sound vibrating through Tanya’s spine. “Your girl here must have inherited her size from you” and laughed as he roughly handled it like a toy. “I bet you never had a grip on her like this, huh?”
Ralf’s face was a map of conflict—his mouth was slightly agape, eyes wide with a mixture of horror and a strange, hypnotic fascination. He looked as if he wanted to scream, but the sheer audacity of the situation had him paralyzed. In absolute horror he felt his cock getting hard and shifted his legs to hide it.
M Dog noticed the subtle shift in Ralf’s posture, the way the man tried to tuck his legs under the kitchen table. He let out a loud, barking laugh that seemed to shake the walls. “Look at that! Pop’s getting a little excited watching me play with his daughter. Ain’t that something?”
Tina looked like she was about to faint, her hand gripping the edge of the table so hard her knuckles were white. She opened her mouth to intervene, but M Dog didn’t give her the chance. He pivoted, swinging Tanya around so her back was to him and her backside was framed perfectly for the parents. With a sudden, authoritative movement, he pulled her forward, forcing her to bend over the very table where they had been sitting in quiet domesticity just minutes before.
Tanya’s palms slapped onto the laminate surface of the kitchen table, right next to a half-empty bowl of cereal and a stack of napkins. The position was humiliating and exhilarating; her chest was pressed flat against the cold surface, and her backside was arched high in the air, completely exposed to the flickering fluorescent light of the kitchen. She could feel the heat radiating from M Dog’s body as he pressed himself against her, his massive frame dwarfing her small, trembling form.
M Dog didn’t immediately make his move. Instead, he took a moment to savor the view, his eyes roaming over the pale, smooth curves of Tanya’s rear. He reached out and gripped her hips with his large, dark hands, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. The contrast in color was stark, a visual reminder of who held the power in the room. He gripped her pale buttocks with his hands and spread them exposing a tiny perfect little pink asshole.
M Dog didn’t just look; he lingered. He wanted the parents to feel every second of the anticipation, to understand that the sanctuary of their home had been completely overwritten by his presence. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of Tanya’s ear, while his eyes remained locked on Ralf. The father was staring, breathless, his face a mask of cognitive dissonance, caught between the instinct to shield his child and a forbidden, voyeuristic curiosity.
“Look at this, Pop,” M Dog whispered, though the silence of the room carried his voice like a shout. “Purest thing I’ve seen in a long time. By the time we’re done that shits gonna be gaping and covered in my nut.”
M Dog didn’t wait for a response. He forced Tanya doen to her knees. Her wide eyed little white face level with his protruding BBC. “You know what to do bitch” he ordered.
Tanya didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward, her small hands trembling as they reached out for his belt buckle.
Tanya’s fingers fumbled with the leather, her breath coming in short, jagged hitches. She didn’t look at her parents; she couldn’t. All her focus was pinned on the massive silhouette looming over her, the sheer physical gravity of M Dog pulling her in. With a sharp *clink*, the buckle gave way, and the zipper descended with a slow, deliberate rasp that sounded like a thunderclap in the stifling silence of the kitchen.
As the fabric fell down, M Dog’s cock sprang free, thick and pulsing with a dark intensity that made Tanya’s eyes widen. It was an alien presence in this suburban sanctuary, a raw piece of the street brought directly into the heart of the home. M Dog didn’t guide her; he simply stood there, a monument of muscle and ink, allowing her to behold the scale of what was about to happen. She shivered, it was so huge and tge smell of it made her head spin.
“Thats right lil girl you can touch it” he said his eyes on her parents reactions.
Tanya’s small, pale hand reached out, her fingers barely able to wrap around the circumference of the shaft. She touched it with a reverence that bordered on fear, her skin looking like porcelain against the deep, weathered mahogany of his skin. She didn’t just touch it; she leaned in, her lips parting in a silent gasp as she felt the heat radiating from him. The sheer scale of him made her feel like a doll, a fragile thing that could be snapped in two by a single movement of his hand.
M Dog watched the parents, his gaze predatory. He could see the psychological gears grinding in Ralf’s head—the struggle between a father’s protective instinct and a deep, ingrained submissiveness to the raw power radiating from the man in his kitchen. Tina was shaking, her eyes locked on the sight of her daughter’s small hand gripping that massive member, her breathing becoming shallow and rhythmic. She was getting turned on too he could tell.
Suddenly he felt the 14yo girl’s tongue tentatively licking at his balls. “Yeah you little white trans girls love black balls dont you” and grabbing the back of her head he slid his balls over her face like a rag, back and forth spreading the spittle from her tongue all over her face. He could feel her hungry tongue darting to lap him up and pushed further forward until her mouth was inbetween his cheeks, her tongue against his asshole. She didn’t move at first so his pushed himself further against her face until he felt her tongue at his asshole begin to move, first tentatively then with more vigor until they were in a rhythm, sliding and grinding into each other. She made cute little slurping sounds that was like music to his ears.
M Dog felt a surge of adrenaline as he looked over Tanya’s head at the parents. They were completely mesmerized, frozen in a state of shock that had long since crossed over into a strange, domestic eroticism. The sight of their daughter—their child—submissively cleaning his most intimate areas right there on the linoleum was breaking something fundamental in them. He could see it in the way Ralf’s shoulders had slumped, the fight completely gone, replaced by a heavy, hooded gaze.
“You like the view, don’t you, Pop?” M Dog chuckled, his voice a low vibration that seemed to pulse through the room. “Your precious daughter eating nigga ass”.
Ralf didn’t answer; he couldn’t. He was trapped in a fugue state, his eyes locked on the sight of his daughter’s small, pale face pressed firmly into tyge dark skin of M Dog’s ass cheeks. Beside him, Tina had let out a soft, involuntary whimper, her hand drifting down to her own thigh, her fingers twitching in a rhythmic, subconscious motion.
M Dog felt the peak of the moment. He reached down and gripped Tanya by the hair, pulling her face away from his backside with a sudden, sharp jerk. She gasped, blinking rapidly, her lips glistening with moisture. He didn’t give her a second to recover; he spat right into her open mouth and then stuffed her face back into his ass. “Nice and wet baby girl, that’s how snowbunnies have sex with a black man”.
To be continued…
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