I’ve been in a relationship with a white guy for about a year now. However, I’ve been having sex with Chance, whom I call Daddy. He is a tall 6”2’ muscular man weighing about 220 lbs, young and athletic. He knows I am in a relationship, but that doesn’t stop him from making me his bitch. Chance hasn’t had the best life and lives in a pretty rough neighborhood, but you wouldn’t know that if you saw him out in public. He was always well-groomed and had great hygiene. He smells so good and tastes even better. Ever since he fucked me six months ago, I have not been able to get enough. He calls me over at any time of the day or night, and I go without a second thought. My simple boyfriend is the typical white-collar CEO with a boring office job. Granted that the job comes with a six-figure salary, which is the only reason I stay.

Today I decided to invite Daddy over, but didn’t tell my boyfriend. I simply asked him to wear something nice for our visitor tonight; he complied without question. I ensured the house was perfect and wore a sexy black dress. When the doorbell rang, my body tingled at the thought of having Chance inside me again. I escorted him in and introduced him to my boyfriend. Turning to my partner, I said, “Chance, this is my boy toy,” and grinned. Then, facing my boyfriend, I added, “This is my Daddy Chance.”

The look on my boyfriend’s face was priceless. He had no idea what was going on. I quickly broke the silence. “I want you to be good to my Daddy, and obey his every command.”  I could see my boyfriend take a big gulp and swallow hard. Chance spoke after my announcement. His tall, broad figure walked over to my boyfriend, hovering over him as he looked down and spoke. His deep voice echoed across the room. “You are going to be my bitch tonight, just call me Daddy.”