Misc. Erotica The Temptations of Dee. (Interracial Love Story)...(Completed)

[Blue Bull]

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"I'm, er, not sure about this." Lisa's voice was almost shaking with nerves but Dee noticed that she hadn't even slackened her stride as they approached the doors of the club. Was she really nervous or did she just feel that she was supposed to say that she was?

Well it didn't really matter. They both had their instructions from Shaka. They both wanted to please him and he had made it perfectly clear what was expected of them. Not that it involved any sacrifice on their part. Shaka knew what they needed and he would make sure that they got it.

Dee knew that Lisa had become another of Shaka's white women. She figured that she should feel jealous of her, after all Lisa was very good-looking, blonde just like Shaka liked and the best part of ten years younger than Dee herself. However, jealousy didn't come into it. In fact, in a very real sense, Dee had been responsible for bringing Lisa and Shaka together.

At this moment Lisa's husband was probably out with that secretary of his, trying to demonstrate his pathetic lily-white version of masculinity. It had almost been enough for Lisa until she had seen Shaka and Dee together. Then she had understood what a real man looked like, how a real man acted. Her husband's little mid-life crisis of an affair had cut Lisa to the bone but it had also set her free. It had allowed her to take up Dee's suggestion and to ring Shaka.

The rest had been inevitable. Lisa had been in Shaka's bed before the week had been out and, like so many women before her, that first taste had left her hooked beyond all hope or desire for recall.

From all Dee had heard about Lisa's husband it seemed he would only ever have been interested in an 'open marriage' so long as only he was allowed to take advantage of it. Well, that was his call. Maybe they might have found a Modus Vivendi after all, who knew? One thing, however, was very certain - Lisa was diving head first into the new world that had been presented to her.

Dee knew that Lisa 'visited' Shaka every Thursday evening - when Dee herself was busy at her evening class. However, as stated, there was no jealousy involved. Shaka never claimed to be monogamous and he never expected it from his women. He already had a wife. White girls needed to be 'turned out' - to experience more than just one big Black cock. Otherwise they could get too 'clingy' and besides he always had at least three or four bitches on the go at any one time and even Shaka had limits to his time and his stamina! When the time came he would be ready to give them his attention and would make them exclusive. Until then he encouraged them to go out and play. To flaunt his jewellery and show everyone just what fine bitches were in Shaka's stable.

It worked both ways too. You soon learned that Black men looked out for that jewellery. Shaka only had time for the best, for the premium-quality white breezies. The jewellery showed their progression. First the hoops - when a woman was being Blacked by Shaka. Then the necklace that showed she was with Shaka but also available for any enterprising Black stud that could catch her eye. Hoops and necklaces just like those Dee and Lisa were wearing tonight - in Lisa's case a necklace presented to her just before she had left for the club.

Then there was the more intimate jewellery which signalled a willingness to undertake a deeper commitment. Dee had a pair in a small box hidden away at home. She didn't think she would ever earn the right to wear them. She found that she thought about them in that way. She didn't say to herself that she would never wear them. She had learned very quickly that it was unwise ever to say 'never' in this new world that she had entered.

Lisa had been a little confused when Shaka had bluntly told her to 'go out and enjoy herself.' She wasn't a slut at heart - not yet at least. She hadn't quite understood - but then that's what Dee was there for.

It was only a few weeks since Georgia and Roni had taken her to this same club - since they had been the tutors and she the pupil. Now, already, she was collegeing her younger new friend in what was expected of a Black man's woman. What it meant to be part of Shaka's stable.

Dee was feeling rather more comfortable tonight than that last time. She was wearing one of her own dresses - selected for the occasion. It was very different to the outfit they had provided. It promised potential rather than blatantly offering certainty. She felt a lot more comfortable that way.

She suspected Lisa might not be feeling quite so comfortable. However, this was a rite of passage for women like them. It was quite something to take that first leap out into the new world. Where you didn't just have a Black boyfriend or have an affair with a Black lover but rather went that step further.

They had spent a couple of hours getting Lisa ready for her debut at the club. Lisa was a relatively quiet person - still a little damaged by her husband's betrayal. She wasn't showy or extravagant in the slightest. Given the chance she'd have come out tonight in a sweater and slacks. Well that might have been exaggerating a little but she had certainly needed to be taken in hand.

Shaka had put her in the picture. "At the clubs we see two types of white girls. First, there's them that are doing a little 'slumming'. Amazed by how brave they is to even come to a 'hood like this. Like you was when you was sat in yo' car spying on me and my woman there..."

Dee felt that thrill of pride through her, the same as she did every time Shaka called her 'his woman.' It didn't matter that she had to share him with his wife and Lisa and probably others too. It was still an amazing ego-boost to be claimed by a magnificent man like Shaka.

"...they just a waste of time. Man ain't got time for such foolishness. Then there's the other type of white girl. She knows just what she wants and she ain't afraid to go out and take it. She ain't afraid to experience all that life has to offer. She don't let no white boy disrespect her. She goes and gets herself what she's needing. Word, Dee?"

Dee was relishing the look on Lisa's face. Her friend's realisation of what Shaka was saying to her. Her ACCEPTANCE of what Shaka was saying to her. It felt good. It seemed crazy to think it - but it felt altruistic. She was helping Shaka to bring Lisa into a new and better life, a life as a Black man's woman. She now understand that was how Georgia had felt about her and Jess had felt about Georgia and Jenny had felt about Jess. It was a great and expanding process of women ready to accept their needs and to have the courage to go out and fulfil them. She suddenly realised that, with luck, Lisa would be the first of many. Wasn't it incumbent upon her to spread her knowledge of how things really were to these other women. Wasn't that what a teacher did?

She just nodded her agreement to Shaka's words. Lisa's eyes were fixed on her and taking in every moment.

"Us Black men ain't no fools. We soon pick up on who's frontin' and who ain't. Dee there knows it. We can help you out." Shaka walked up to Lisa. She wasn't short but he still towered above her. He seemed almost twice her size, the image of pure potent African masculinity. Lisa looked up at him. His finger touched her hoop ear-ring. "You got that to show you with me. Tells everyone you with me - that you're not to be disrespected without very serious consequences. Now you need to be getting this."

Shaka reached into his pocket and withdrew a small box. He opened it and withdrew a gold necklace. Its pendant had an 'S' marked out in black enamel. "Every Black man there tonight will know what this means. Means you is under my protection but you is available. Whole lot of men tonight are going to be real interested soon as they see this. You wanna wear it?"

A pair of blue eyes flashed across to look at Dee. What was she looking for? Encouragement? Reassurance? Advice?

She gave Lisa a smile in response. It had to be a woman's own decision, made of her own free-will. Making that choice, that commitment, had consequences and results. Lisa had done the difficult bit - that first step into the world of Black men and their powerful sexual attraction. That all important first step that was symbolised by the gaudy hoops dangling from her ears. In the eyes of those blind racist fools she was already as tainted, as spoiled as ... as Dee herself.

What could people like that know about it? Dee didn't regret what she had done and looking at Lisa she also saw no shame, no guilt. Just nervousness, apprehension as to what this could all mean. She only needed a guide - to point her in the right direction.

Dee gave the gentlest of nods in Lisa's direction.

Lisa swallowed and her tongue appeared for the briefest of moments, moistening her lower lip. "Yes please Shaka."

He fastened the necklace onto her - just as a few weeks before he had fastened an identical one around Dee's own neck. How many others before? How many others in the future? How many of those in the future might, like Lisa, have been introduced into this lifestyle by Dee herself?

"Looks real good with that dress baby." Shaka's tones were like honey, silky smooth. They caressed a woman's ears, seduced her with mellow undertones of appreciation and desire. Reminded her that beneath that smooth surface was raw power, power that could bring the ultimate sexual satisfaction to a woman.

'That dress.'

Shaka had asked Roni to take Lisa to see her near namesake, Izeye's wife, at her little store out by the projects. Dee almost wished she could have been there. It must have been the first time a woman like Lisa had been to an area like that. She remembered her own feelings as she had been outfitted for her first night out on the prowl for big Black cock. She remembered her embarrassment. How she had felt as she squeezed into that cheap-looking hooker dress. She could almost feel again the cheap fabric stretched over her body. She knew just how Lisa was feeling now.

Lisa's dress didn't look quite so cheap. It was black, leather effect, and so tight it hid nothing. The thinnest of shoulder straps left almost all the lightly-tanned skin of her upper back and shoulders exposed. Her blonde hair, normally worn in a tight pony-tail, was set free to flow down to shoulders that had just the lightest dusting of freckles.

The material was almost a second skin, repeating and emphasizing the curves of Lisa's body. The dress was stretched over her breasts revealing a deep cleavage and generous side-boob while at the same time almost holding them up for inspection. There would be a lot of appreciative viewers tonight. Lisa had a really good figure. Those 34C breasts looked outrageously hot in the dress but it was the rear view that Dee knew would really draw the attention.

It was undeniable that Lisa had a real fine phat ass for a white girl. Dee had noticed it at their second meeting. She had been a little surprised by her pleasure at the fact but really it was only natural. She was scouting out a honey for Shaka and she knew Shaka, like it seemed most Black men, really appreciated that particular asset in a woman. Wasn't Dee spending hours every week in the gym just trying to get to look half as good? Again, Dee hadn't felt jealousy over the fact. She had just felt determination. A girl with a fine ass like that had to belong to Shaka, needed to belong to the Black man. You couldn't allow her to waste herself on white boys like her creep of a husband.

Now the leather-like material was taut over that phat white ass - showing it off to anyone with a mind to look. Tonight just about every man would be taking full advantage of that fact. The dress ended just below the knee and would effectively have had a hobble skirt but for the zip running up one thigh. Roni and a slight dab of super glue had ensured that plenty of white leg would be on display tonight and any night that dress was worn. Stand a certain way in an unguarded moment and it wouldn't just be leg on display. You didn't wear underwear with a dress like this.

Lisa, up to now in her twenty-nine years, had NEVER worn a dress like this. She had always been a pretty enough girl but she had never traded on raw sexuality. She hadn't had the confidence. This dress flaunted her curves and put her out there on display to anyone minded to take a look. It had no designer label but it certainly labelled the woman that wore it. She was hot and she was looking for action. A white woman wearing a dress like that to the club they were going to? If she had average looks then she would be getting a whole heap of attention and Lisa scored a hell of a lot higher than just 'average.'

Lisa looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Dee could see the look in her eyes. Shock that she would be wearing something like that but also intrigue at just how she looked in it. She just needed that gentlest nudge and Shaka was the man to provide it.

He moved in behind Lisa and moved his big hand over the material encasing the perfect curve of Lisa's ass. "Oh fuck yeah - thass what I'm needing to see. Gonna make me proud tonight girl. Even gonna give Dee over there a little competition."

Shaka was choosing his words carefully. He knew what Dee did not. Lisa had told him how much she admired Dee - her bravery, her strength, her willingness to seek out the life that she wanted to live. She had said how she only wished she could be half as open as Dee. The latter wouldn't have recognised herself in such a description but, for Lisa, Dee was her role model.

All Dee knew was that whatever Shaka was saying his new protégé was lapping it up. Her eyes shone, her lips quivered, you could see her drawing determination and strength from Shaka's admiration.

"If I was a selfish man I'd keep you both back home tonight - keep you both all to myself. But that ain't on the agenda for tonight. We need to put you out there. Show all them brothas what fine bitches I got wearing my mark."

***

Dee's instincts hadn't let her down. That leather-clad booty of Lisa's drew attention from the moment they got out of the taxi. On the club-floor it just intensified. Dee herself could stand back a little. See the men competing for her friend's attention. She could see the sparkle in Lisa's eyes, the excitement in her glances across to Dee. It was a night like nothing the younger white woman had every experienced. With her looks she must have had plenty of attention but Dee was guessing that it had all been from white boys. For women like her and Lisa that was proved to be really weak sauce once they had once tasted the rich potent excitement of being the object of the lust of real men, Black men.

A confident Black bull pushed himself up against Lisa's rear. Moved himself against that tight leather. Dee saw Lisa's head jerk round in surprise. It was so blatant - such a claim of ownership. The African-American spoke and Dee watched carefully. This was the moment of proof. Lisa turned back to her front and began to very purposefully work her booty against the big man's body. She was feeling that hard bulge of lust in the man's pants - knowing how much he wanted her. This was a really heady brew. Dee knew now that Lisa would never be able to resist it.

At that moment she felt a big body move up behind her. "Seems yo' little ho' friend is gonna be busy. Almost as busy as you gonna be now I found you again."

He was a stranger but she knew him. Not his name but she could visualise his jet-Black face, the flash of his white teeth when he smiled under the club lights. The hard length of big Black cock currently hidden in his pants. He had fucked her real well that last time, better than she had deserved. She had disrespected him but tonight she would have a chance to put that right.

"It's her first time - I think she might be biting off a little more than she can chew." There were six, no seven, men crowded around Lisa now.

"Fuck it - she didn't come here to dance and we didn't neither. We'll pick her two and then go get a room."

"Do I get to pick another man too?"

"Who said you was getting me? Seem to recall I had to make exceptions last time. You learned how things roll since then?"

"I've learned and I'm sorry for disrespecting you last time. I'd like the chance to do better ... um, I don't know your name."

"Won't be telling you that till you've earned it. Wanna try?"

"Fuck yeah." Dee was surprised herself by her response. Rasped out through gritted teeth. The obscenity that she had always tried so hard to avoid using in her old life.

It did the trick. That smile flashed and a strong hand took her arm as he moved towards Lisa.

A young man saw them coming. He said something and a little gap opened in the melee around the new little white ho. Dee noticed that and liked it. This man was respected, an alpha male. Not that she'd had many doubts on that score. His confidence and assertiveness had already given her plenty of hints.

"Got my bitch - pick a couple of these for yo'self ho. Time's wastin'."

The man pressed up against Lisa's booty was no slouch himself and he didn't appreciate the intervention. "Back off man, be easy! Why you buggin and tryin' to piss on my parade. Got us a fine little breezy here - need time to savour this fine donk."

"Savour it! Who you baggin' Tyrone. You never seen a fine phat white ass you didn't want to fuck. That one don't look shy - you'll be tappin it before too long anyways."

Lisa's eyes were huge in the gloom as she half-followed their conversation. The noise of the club and their vocabulary weren't helping but she'd got the general idea.

The mention of his name rang a bell for Dee too. Wasn't there a Tyrone who'd been one of Jess's friends? She looked closely at him and was rewarded with a wink. It seemed he remembered her too.

Dee's man stepped close to Lisa and covered her eyes with his hands. "Say two words - the two with the nearest names to them words get to break you in."

"Tyson..." The word was out almost before Lisa had considered it.

Tyrone laughed in triumph. "This one catches on real quick don't she." He fluidly moved himself against her backside to celebrate. Letting her feel what she had in store.

"...and, I dunno, huge?"

"Well shit and I'm called Hughie." One of the other men round Lisa exclaimed.

"That right?" asked Dee's man.

"Yeah thass right the lucky fucker," complained another of the men. Then a gleam came into his eye as he looked at Dee. "She gonna choose now?"

"She got me and I ain't sharin'."

So that was settled then.

***

Shaka had known what sending Lisa out in that dress was likely to result in. That was why he had made sure his girls went well prepared. Classy little piece like Dee and a big phat white booty like Lisa's. Both, for different reasons, set the mind of any man with blood in his veins down certain avenues. Certain phat white asses just cried out to be tapped and certain dumb-fuck white husbands deserved to have their wives taken from them, taken in the most undeniable of ways. First by taking them how their husbands couldn't, or wouldn't, take them and then by giving them what that cracks fool couldn't ignore. He'd seen it a hundred times, no a thousand times, and the good Lord willing he'd see it a thousand times more.

Was he exploiting women like Dee and Lisa? Shaka wouldn't have even understood the question. He'd seen the women when they were with him, sometimes too with friends of his. He knew how much they wanted more once they'd had a taste of what ridiculous 'society' reckoned was illicit and wrong. If he and men like him took from them then he was happy in his mind that he gave them back much more. The knowledge of themselves and their true needs - that was just for starters.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

He remembered the first time he'd seen Dee and the first time he'd seen Lisa. They were both very attractive women but they'd both missed that essential spark. They'd been beaten down. Dee was the smarter of the two. She'd known she was being ground down by her supposed 'life partnership' with that David asshole. However, there were the children. They had trapped her as innocently, but as remorselessly, as anything could. Lisa, meanwhile, had desperately clung to the perfection and happiness of her marriage until her husband's betrayal had left her will broken, her psyche unable to even contemplate liberation and escape.

Shaka's hand tightened on his glass. After a moment he relaxed again. He knew just how much he despised husbands like that - how he savoured every expression of joy and excitement from his women. Exploiting them - hell no. He set them free. He let them be themselves - let them express who they truly were - and if he gained in the process well wasn't 'the labourer worthy of his hire.'

He shifted in his chair a little and smiled when he realised his wife had come into the room. Linda had that little knowing expression on her face - the one he loved so much.

Her clipped accent cut through his reverie. "You thinking about them? Wish you were there with them?"

He reached for her hand and allowed his finger to trace a pattern over her skin. "You know better than that. You know you got no need to be jealous. Our thing is on a whole different level. Always has been - always will be."

"Then why did you have that look on your face?"

"Just wondering. Lisa's first time at the clubs and Dee's still pretty new too. Maybe I should have sent Roni or one of the others with them."

Linda ran a perfectly manicured hand over her husband's broad chest. "I trust your instincts. Besides, it's one of Antwan's joints isn't it. If they get in any trouble it'll be the good kind."

Shaka snorted, "Sounding like you are wanting to be there with them yourself girl."

Linda tossed her blonde hair. "You think I could still cut it down there."

Her husband laughed this time. "Damn girl you'd still leave them all in your dust. Never did see a more beautiful woman than you and never have since. That's why you ain't just my woman - you my wife." The two of them shared another smile.

"How do you think it will go with Lisa?"

"It won't take long. Her husband has made it real easy. No, it's Dee that's the issue."

Linda nodded slowly. "She's the one with the children right. I have warned you about that before."

Shaka gritted his teeth and pushed his free hand down onto his arm-rest again. "I know, I know. Be easy if I wasn't a reformed character. I'd just have gone down there and beat her little shit of a husband until he understood the score. Until he let her free."

Linda wrapped her fingers around her husband's bulging bicep. "But you ARE reformed darling. Or at least," her eyes sparkled, "just reformed enough. I wouldn't want you to go all milk-toast on me. You can't think of another way round this?"

"Gonna have me wylin. She's a sweet piece. Just made to be the Black man's woman. The idea of a woman like that being wasted on that husband of hers." He shook his head in frustration.

Linda was thoughtful. "We can't have that can we. Perhaps I can help - in my professional capacity that is."

Shaka's eyes met hers. "See they all think I married you because of how you look. Truth is you got all that and the brains too. I didn't settle for less than perfection. You do any work down there?"

"Is it Dominion Power he's with? Well I'm sure a friend of ours could assist in that department."

Shaka reached for his phone. That number was on speed-dial.

***

Lisa was riding him hard. Sweat showed on the dark skin of his brow as he reached up to grasp her breasts. "That what yo' here for slut."

She didn't answer him - she just worked herself on the hard seven inches of bare Black cock that was buried in her pussy.

Tyrone had waited long enough. He'd applied plenty of lube and it was time he took things to another level. He moved up behind Lisa and put a heavy hand on her back.

She turned instantly and saw he had moved up behind her. At the same moment she realised what was about to happen. She paused for a long second and then resumed fucking the Black bull beneath her while she let her body gently fall forward onto him. Hands gently held her arms and Hughie's mouth found hers. At the same moment she felt one of Tyrone's greased fingers enter her asshole.

Her whole body stiffened. "Relax baby - the more relaxed you is the better it gonna be. That was the man beneath her. Lisa did her best. It wasn't like Shaka hadn't warned her - hadn't made sure that she and Dee were all nice and clean and prepared for just this eventuality.

The man beneath her began to thrust up into her. Distraction. She knew that was what they were doing but she also knew that it worked. She focused on that big Black shaft in her pussy, on the feelings coming from there. She rode that pleasure, those sensations, and was slow to sense the larger object being presented to her ass.

"OH FUCK." She had suddenly felt the broad head of Tyrone's cock push through the muscular resistance of her rectum and on into her ass. As she howled both men froze in position as they allowed her to get used to that new feeling.

"You doin' real good baby - we gonna be careful with ya. We know its your first time and we're selfish. Want this fine rear end coming back round here a LOT in future."

Dee resumed sucking the beautiful coal-Black cock of her unnamed partner.

He had taken note of her pause and chuckled. "Don't worry slut 'cos I'm strictly a pussy man. Booty is fine to get the blood pumpin' through a man's veins but it can't give me what I'm wanting from a fine ghost rolla like you."

He watched the others as Tyrone began a slow gently rhythm of fucking Lisa's ass, matching the movements of his friend in her pussy. Lisa's eyes were wide, her mouth was open and gasping for breath. She wasn't complaining or struggling. She seemed to be 'in the zone' - absorbing feelings and sensations she had never experienced before. A mixture of shock, anxiety and pleasure. Pain too? Discomfort perhaps. The two men were using her for their pleasure but she showed no signs of wanting them to stop.

Dee had paused again.

"Yo' friend's a real fast learner. She's gonna be real popular. No whinin' about rubbers and straight to a DP on her first visit. That's going hard as a Black man's woman. Doin' credit to that bling round her neck there."

Dee gently stroked the hard meat in her hand. She knew his words might sound casual but they had a message. They were praising Lisa but weren't they also a dig at her? After all she had 'whined' about needing a condom. She felt a prickle of anger and envy that Lisa might be regarded as better than her, perhaps also a trace of shame that she had let Shaka down in front of this man.

His skilled fingers found her pussy. They felt the moisture there and then began to explore. "That how it felt on your first DP girl?" He chuckled when she didn't respond. "Yeah, I figured so. That fly little hoodrat is way ahead of you ain't she. Well, don't worry. Like I said my interest is in this fine white pussy. Yo' learned yo' lesson since last time? How this pussy take Black cock?"

"Bare." Dee's voice was husky. She was still watching Tyrone and Hughie as they fucked Lisa, a little harder and faster now. Upping their game as they sensed that the white woman was ready to take that little bit more. Dee could almost imagine how it felt. It was keeping Lisa permanently on the edge. But on the edge of what? Of agony or of ecstasy? Not knowing was taking Lisa places Dee knew that she had never herself been. Perhaps would never go.

Tyrone rolled his back a little and made three deep strokes. He was almost all the way into Lisa now. A big Black hand came up to grasp her shoulder and with one more motion he was there. "Fuck thass phat," grunted Tyrone. "This bitch is super fine."

"How yo think her cracka husband would like seeing that?"

Dee didn't respond. Lisa's husband didn't really have much of a say in anything any more. The divorce papers were being handled by Dee's old pupil Jessica. Hubby had a lot more to think about than what his wife was getting up to. He'd be lucky to get away with the shirt on his back.

"Don't much matter - if he's got a problem with it he can fuck right off. Same as yours can." Dee's man moved behind her and rubbed the hard head of his cock up and down her pussy lips. She shivered in anticipation. The heat and atmosphere of the little room were getting to her. She needed to be fucked, REAL bad.

"Learned yo' lesson on rubbers. Thass good..." He pushed home with a fluid motion and then slowly worked his cock into her. "A man don't want anything coming between him and a fine little pussy like this one. You learned that lesson proper?"

Dee pushed back against his body - trying to draw him into her as much as she could. She wanted him to fuck her hard and fast. Watching the men with her friend, more precisely watching Lisa's reaction to them, had very definitely had an effect. She just needed to be fucked.

"Yes," she replied, hoping that would encourage him but he just kept micro-fucking her, teasing her with that cock instead of pleasuring her with it.

"Let's see. Tyrone - yo' slut over there on the pill?"

The big man fucking Lisa's ass cracked a smile. "Hey girl you on the pill?"

"Fuck no." Lisa's response was curt. She had more important things to think about. She didn't want to be taken out of the moment because she sensed she had the mother and father of all climaxes building up in every fibre of her very being.

"Like I say - that little piece is real well trained or she got real good instincts. How 'bout you?"

Dee gritted her teeth with frustration. Why wouldn't the big bastard just fuck her like she knew he could from last time? Did he think she wanted to be on the pill? Didn't he understand that she had the same natural urges as Lisa over there? Lisa could afford to rely on a string of Cyclebeads. For Dee it was different. She couldn't risk getting pregnant, couldn't risk having a Black man's baby. Thank goodness that Shaka understood that. Otherwise she knew she'd have given in to those natural urges long ago. The desire to make new life with a handsome Black alpha male. It didn't help that she'd heard Georgia was pregnant, growing the baby of her Black master in her womb. As nature intended her to. Did they think she didn't feel those urges too?

His fingers teased her hard nipple. That didn't help much. It just reminded her that she hadn't earned Shaka's latest piece of jewellery yet. Just the other night her husband had wanted to... She suppressed the desire to shudder at the thought of it. That was why she needed to be really fucked, to be fucked properly and by a real man. To wipe out that memory. To strengthen her so that next time, instead of giving in, she would use any excuse or explanation or lie to put him off. Luckily he wasn't usually interested. She didn't know where his desires that night had come from. At least her recently acquired oral skills had got him off in about fifteen seconds flat. However, that had broken Shaka's rules. David was only supposed to get an HJ and even then only when absolutely necessary.

She was brought back to the here and now by a gentle squeeze on her nipple. "Don't think there's much doubt about yo' friend over there. Won't be long 'fore she's some brotha's baby-momma. Doing what she was put on earth to do. Growing and raising the Black man's babies. Same as you need to be..."

"Oh God..." Dee heard the sound of her own voice. It sounded hungry, desperate for fulfilment.

He'd heard it too. Finally, at last, he began to fuck her in earnest. The long powerful strokes that she remembered from last time. Except this time, of course, there was no barrier between them. They were skin to skin, two bodies momentarily becoming one. A hungry white pussy ready to be satisfied by a strong Black cock and filled with potent African seed. Just as it should be. Just as it had to be.

"Oh fuck YES, YESSSSS." Lisa was howling out her climax and that seemed to inspire her two lovers. The man beneath her held her sides tight as she shot his cum deep into her pussy.

"Motha-fucka," grunted Tyrone as he found he couldn't hold on either and sent his seed deep into Lisa's ass. Then he slumped forward leaving Lisa sandwiched between the two men. She gasped for breath, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide as she tried to process what had just happened.

Dee's man was delivering long rolling thrusts now. He was a skilled man. His big cock seemed to be filling and stimulating every part of her pussy. He had a rhythm going but it was not metronomic. It was subtly varied - exploring every potential for pleasure.

"Oh God you're good..." The endorsement was out of Dee's mouth almost before she knew it. He WAS good - very good. Almost as good as Shaka ... almost.

Her man moved and took even more control. Dee was now her back with her legs up. He had moved his big body up over her. His shoulders held her legs up while his arms stretched forward to allow his hands to grasp her under her shoulders. He was putting all his power into his strokes now. Each thrust pushing the air out of her lungs, leaving her gasping before his next. He leaned forward - leaving her no potential for escape. Not that escape was anywhere near Dee's agenda. She was savouring every aspect of his power and technique.

His face was over hers now. His deep brown eyes taking in every aspect of her appearance, the evident signs of her arousal. His thrusts grew quicker, more urgent. She knew that he was feeding off her excitement. Driving her onwards and upwards - trying to claim her.

He wanted to own her - she knew that instinctively and the realisation took her over the edge. She shuddered and moaned out her orgasm while he switched back to rolling strokes that took her back and held her simmering on the edge.

Then he shifted gears again and she saw his mouth tighten, felt his deep dark eyes boring into her very soul. She knew he was close and she knew that she needed his seed. She needed it deep within her and she yearned, against all logic and sense, that it might find an egg there and make her a mother again.

"In me ... In me ..." she gasped.

"Fuck yeah," he growled as he sent five heavy spurts of rich potent African seed as deep into her as he could.

He held himself over her on his strong arms. Demonstrated that he still had reserves of power and stamina. Finally he eased over to her side. With contrasting gentleness his finger touched her necklace.

"If he hadn't got there first you'd be mine - you know that."

She did and she knew what he would say next.

His hand moved down her body and came to rest on her flat belly. "I think old Shaka might be losing his touch. Might have forgotten what a woman like you really needs. If you was mine I'd be real clear on it. You wouldn't get another helping of good Nigga lovin' til you dumped them pills. Have you in my bed every night you was fertile and make sure this sweet little white belly got nice and round. Like you NEED it to be."

"You don't understand..." Dee started.

"I understand. So do you. Soon as you're accepting that you can come asking for Odell."

So Dee found out Odell's name.

Watching Dee and Odell seemed to have inspired Lisa's two men. She was straddling Tyrone now - looking small and slight astride his big powerful Black body. Hughie stood proudly in front of her as Lisa tongued his big Black balls and stroked his hardening cock with her hand.

"Should take a lesson from yo' friend. Nothing gets a brotha's cock hard like knowing his white bitch is unprotected."

"I hadn't noticed you had much trouble in that department anyway."

His teeth showed in his smile. "Round you it ain't likely to be an issue. Your friend over there is real fine but you got that little something special. Sets me wonderin'"

"Wondering about what?"

"Whether I'll ever get as patient as old Shaka seems to be. He's always been one hell of an operator but maybe, just maybe, he's starting to get soft. That's one thing you don't need to worry about with me." Odell tapped his already hardening Black cock on the firm pale flesh of Dee's butt cheek. The message was unmistakable.

He moved up to her and kissed her, felt her respond to him. He knew his mission tonight. He was going to show this fine white piece just what he could do. Make her hungry for more. Have her coming back whatever the price and whatever the risk. Shaka was getting plenty of opportunities to get the job done. If he couldn't, or wouldn't, then Odell would make sure that he did.

Booty Call:

It was their fifth meeting together and things had progressed satisfactorily, well at least from the official view-point. She had helped them learn some basics, basics that were absolute essentials in the modern world. She had helped them find courses in the further skills that they needed - whether basic, technical or business. They each had the chance of a new start. She and her employers would have fulfilled their part of the bargain.

The other aspect of their meetings had not progressed so far. Just enough to suggest what might be on offer - but no further. Shaka had been insistent. The young men would have to sing for their supper before they got to sit down at table. They did the course and all that was expected of them and well ... just maybe ...

It was certainly something a little new for Dee. As a teacher she understood the concept of rewards for good behaviour perfectly well. She just wasn't used to the reward in question being ... her!

Shaka had told her to let things flow until he gave her the signal. She had realised that he was leaving that until the last meeting, next week. Well at least she had assumed that until she heard a phone ring with twenty minutes of their meeting to go.

It wasn't her phone - she knew enough to turn that off before a lesson. The young men were supposed to do so to. She raised her eyebrows to Pops as he reached into his pocket.

Pops glanced at the screen. "Sorry Teach - my bad. I gotta take this." He pressed the button and put the phone to his ear. "Yeah, thass right. You needs to speak to Teach? She right here." He held the phone out to Dee "It's your man."

Dee felt a fluttering in her stomach as she reached for the phone. It had begun. It was obvious that Shaka and Pops were working together on this. They had plans made for her. She was only conscious of an intense desire to know just what those plans were.

It didn't take long for Shaka to pass on her instructions. Then she handed the phone back to Pops. He spent a couple of minutes listening to Shaka and occasionally voicing his approval. As he listened his smile grew as he looked at Dee. It seemed things were about to get rather interesting!

Finally, Pops clicked off his phone. "It question time Teach?"

Dee made a pretence of checking the clock on the wall. It was about time anyway - they could finish off what needed to be done the following week. "OK - what would you like to ask?"

"You ever been to the Pink Pussycat?"

To be honest Dee wasn't entirely sure. Shaka had taken her to a few places where she hadn't had time to find out the name. "I don't think so."

"You ready to go there tonight - with us?"

"What sort of a place is it?"

"Clue's in the name - but you gonna answer my last question?"

Dee remembered Shaka's instructions to her. "Yes - of course I'll go with you."

"Alright," said Dre in a low voice as he slowly nodded his head. Malik had a sly smile on his face.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

"Seems you might be late home then. Maybe you'd best phone that husband of yours." There was an edge to Bobo's voice. Dee realised that they wanted to hear her talk to David, they wanted to hear her lie to him, to make a fool of him. They wanted to hear her do all that just so she could go for a drink with them. It would prove where each stood with her - it would prove their superiority over her husband. She felt a rush of mixed guilt and excitement thrill through every fibre of her being.

"Best use your phone. Clock's ticked round and our lesson's over. Time for yours to begin." Bobo's voice was clear and firm, brooking no argument. Dee hardly noticed - she had never had the slightest intention of denying them anyway.

Dee looked back to her bag. It was just round her desk.

"Malik - go stand in front of the door."

Dee felt a shiver go through her. There were no security cameras at this social centre and she rapidly understood what Bobo was asking his friend to do. The big young African-American stood up and sauntered across to the door. As he stood there he blocked out its glass window. Now no-one outside could see what was going on in here. She was at their mercy. Now a frisson of anxiety and a whole lot more lust were added to that heady cocktail of feelings surging through her body and brain.

"No need to walk round the desk to get yo' phone. Sure a fit lady like you can lean over and reach it." Bobo's voice remained authoritative. Dee knew what he was asking. She would effectively have to lie across her desk with her butt sticking out towards them.

Dee felt her chest rising and falling quickly - she knew that her quick breathing was betraying her excitement. Almost as much as her diamond-hard nipples as they strove to break through the thin material of her blouse.

"Now." One word from Bobo. Assertive and imperative. Almost daring her to deny him. There had been no danger of that since they had all first met. It had only ever been a question of 'when' and not 'if'. Dee knew that even as she stretched herself over the desk and reached her hand down for her bag.

"Move them legs apart Teach." That was Malik from the door. She obeyed instinctively. She knew her position now, fully clothed she might still be but she was totally exposed and vulnerable for all that.

She heard the scbang of chair legs and sensed them moving up closer to her. Pops and Dre were to each side. Bobo moved up directly behind her. She felt a finger gently trace a passage up and down each of her legs below her skirt. She felt her body tremble at his touch and was strangely grateful for the desk's support.

"You forgettin' what you there for Teach?" Dre cut off into his trade-mark giggle.

She had forgotten. Her concentration moved back to her bag, to the task of reaching in and bringing out her phone.

"Ease back and bring yo' head up. Lean your elbows on that table and arch that back."

She never thought of questioning him or not following his instructions. Not for one moment. Pops presented himself as the leader of the little group and he was certainly their usual spokesman but Bobo was the one with the gravitas, that certain presence. The sort of presence that Dee craved.

She started to punch her home number into the phone. Almost immediately she felt the cool air moving up her legs. She knew what was happening. Bobo was raising her skirt. She gasped and hesitated.

"You keep goin' Teach. We just gonna take a closer look at this phat white ass of yours."

Was looking all that was on the agenda? She was wearing a pair of panties so she wasn't totally exposed down there. However, a strong Black finger could push them aside so easily and claim her. She felt herself shudder and heard herself gasp.

Pops gave a little laugh. "Wass that they call that thing they reckoned you had in college Dre? DDT?"

"ADD - means you can't keep your head focused like."

"Seems Teach might be catching it. Still ain't made that phone call."

Dee took the hint and pressed the button.

"On speaker." That was Bobo and Dee obeyed him immediately.

The phone rang and then was answered.

"Hello - are you on your way home yet?"

"Hi - no, not yet, I've had something come up here."

"What? Again? What is going on over there? Not that I should be surprised. Those people could never organise a darned thing. I see it at work. If it wasn't for affirmative action the best they could hope for would be pushing a broom..."

Dee tried to tune out the voice. It had adopted that all too familiar whine that her husband always found when he was claiming to be hard done by. She was horribly aware that the four young men were hearing every word her husband said and just how he was saying it.

Dre moved forward into her eye-line and held up a piece of paper. Dee momentarily felt pride at him - writing hadn't been one of his greatest skills when they had first met. The letters were in fine clear script.

"TWERK FOR US TEACH."

Twerking was not one of Dee's accomplishments. She wasn't even entirely sure what it entailed. Were there any rules to twerking? From what she saw it largely consisted of sticking your butt out and wiggling it. Well she could do that.

She put the phone down on the desk and eased back so that she could move freely.

"...you remember when she called me into her office and had the sass to say that my productivity wasn't up to scratch. I know what that was - it's so much easier to put the blame on the white man. It couldn't have been that idiot Becca or, heaven forbid that anyone criticise Ron."

God - how many times had she head that same complaint from him? It had happened at least three years ago and several states away! She put an extra little shimmy into her dancing and then remembered something she had seen on some TV clip. She pushed her knees apart and rested her hands on her thighs. Then she bent forward and stuck her butt out as far as she could go before she began undulating her hips and butt.

"Fuck yeah," growled Dre.

"Need to tap that," said Pops in response.

"What was that?" asked her husband.

Oh shit! "I think we've got interference again honey." She had to distract him or even her husband might start to catch on! "After they put Ron in charge of your department didn't the figures go up 30% or so?"

"That damned nigger must have cooked the figures." David very seldom used that word. It showed that he was annoyed.

Dee felt movement behind her and then felt a finger drawn down her pussy - separated from her by only the thin material of her panties.

"Oh God," she said. She knew that finger could hook those panties aside at any moment. That a finger or a big Black cock could be pushed into her even as she stood there, even as she talked to her clueless whining fool of a husband. Even as she danced for them - as she brazenly offered herself to them.

"...and don't blaspheme please honey."

Dee only caught the last part of his latest little rant. She knew she needed to end this call post haste.

"Anyway David I have to assist a colleague in setting up for tomorrow. It will only be a couple of hours and, after all, the children would already have been in bed anyway when I got home. It has to be better than me coming up here early tomorrow."

All the time she was wiggling her butt for her very avid audience.

"It clearly doesn't matter what I feel or need - or of course the children. Do what you need to do." The connection was cut at the other end.

Petulance again. Passive aggression again. The same old shtick. It was always the same and it was getting to be very tired. Dee realised in her heart that it had been so years before she had even heard of Shaka.

As the thought went through her mind she felt the weight of a hand on her butt cheek and heard a slap.

She stopped dancing and turned round to face them. "Hey," she complained only half in jest.

"Teach was being naughty. That's what naughty girls get - among other things."

"Hey Bobo - didn't you know they don't allow that in colleges no mo'. You a bad man - maybe Teach should spank you!" Pops was clearly enjoying her reaction.

"'Nuff of this - time we got to the 'cat. I ain't seeing fuck all from over here." They'd almost forgotten poor Malik.

"Be easy! You gonna get the ringside over there." Bobo unhooked Dee's skirt and let it fall back into place. "You won't be disappointed neither - got us a Phat Assed White Girl." His eyes found hers and then his hand found her butt again in another slap.

This time Dee didn't flinch or complain. Her eyes remained locked with the young Black man's for a couple of seconds and then Pops took her hand and led her out of the door.

***

The 'Pink Pussycat' turned out to be a strip-club. Big surprise, eh?

There was a dark-skinned African-American girl working the pole as they entered the club. Her audience was watching or talking among themselves. There were maybe three white folks in the whole place, including Dee and the girl behind the bar.

Pops sought out a hefty man seated by the bar where he could observe all that went on.

"Hoss - did Shaka tell you we might be comin'"

"Yeah - we got it all ready for ya. I seen this one before - it's Dee ain't it?"

He lumbered off his stool and held out a hand. Dee shook it. She had met him before - when Shaka had taken her on a tour of his stamping grounds. She felt a moment's pleasure that he had remembered her - then quickly realised that if he was in contact with Shaka he had probably been primed. Wasn't that all part of the skill-set of a man in Hoss's profession?

"You'd best get along before Tonisha tries to bum another drink off you - like last time." Hoss gestured towards the girl on stage. "But remember what I said about our amateur night. My clientele would surely appreciate seeing you strut that fine tail-feather of yours up on stage."

Dee heard Malik and Dre chuckle. She knew that she must be blushing. It was clear now that Hoss HAD remembered her. That wasn't all though. Why did Black men ALWAYS want her to dance for them?

***

The small room out the back was almost all furnished in red velvet and low lighting. Just one look at it gave you a pretty good idea of what might go on back there. Dee felt a firm hand on her back as she went in through the door. There was no turning back now.

"Hoss had a good idea there," said Pops, "that kicking little body of yours was made to be shown off to the Black man. Might have to arrange that - once you've had some practice."

"...before a select audience like." That was Dre chipping in.

"These can watch but it's only fair you do this one for me." Malik took a seat on the low plush sofa with his legs wide apart. There was a clear bulge in his joggers. His anticipation level was clearly pretty high. Dee only hoped he wouldn't be disappointed.

To be honest she really didn't have a clue what to do next. Bobo seemed to sense it.

"You here to please yo' man, or at least yo' man for tonight. Just be natural to the tight little breezy that we all know you is. You be OK here." He pointed up into the corner of the room where a small red light faintly illuminated a small camera lens.

So recently the revelation that she was being filmed would have filled her with fear and horror. Not any more. It wouldn't be the first time and just like those other times she felt the thrill of exhibitionism. Would Hoss be in his office watching her? She had a shrewd suspicion she knew how he might have got that nick-name. If she ever took up his invitation to dance here she'd probably find out if she was right.

The blood was pumping through her body. She might have blamed the alcohol but she was the only one of them NOT drinking. She still had to drive home tonight.

Pops reached down and turned a knob on the wall. The sound of the music from the club came into the booth louder. Heavy insistent beat, music for dancing and music for fucking.

She felt nervous suddenly. In front of these four young men, all about half her own age. She felt something of a fraud - they could only be disappointed after all the build-up.

She essayed a little shimmy and began self-consciously to dance for them. This was going to be a disaster.

"C'mon baby - just dance like you got that limp-dicked fool on the line."

Dee couldn't help but laugh. Dre had hit just the right note. As she laughed she felt her body relax and start to really move with the music. She had an idea what the young men would like and began to give them a little hip and butt action.

The lighting in the room was focused on the central small area of space where she was dancing. The men were more in shadow so she couldn't see them clearly. However, she saw Pops reach for the front of his pants and then soon after his hand began a slow steady up-and-down motion. Was that even legal? She didn't think so but she wasn't quite up to speed on such matters. Well, whether it was allowed or not it was a real vote of confidence.

"You don't need the skirt." It seemed Bobo would be setting the pace. Well that was OK by Dee. It only took the briefest glance to see that Dre's pants were down by his ankles. Her concentration was largely focused on Malik and that might have held him in check a little but his joggers were tenting out very impressively now.

Women weren't supposed to want to be the objects of desire or so they were told. What bullshit! She knew these four young Black ex-cons were seriously minded to get into her panties and that fact caused her no pain whatsoever, quite the opposite in fact. At this moment she didn't need to establish herself as an intellectual or as a professional woman. At this moment she needed to re-affirm her femininity and her desirability after years of neglect by 'that limp-dicked fool.' Nothing could quite do that job like four hard young Black cocks.

She had instinctively moved her hands to the fastenings of her skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor. Now her stockings were fully revealed and her panties.

Malik licked his lips and then gave a little shake of his head. He shucked off his joggers and began to slowly stroke his cock. Dee could see him much more clearly now - could see that that bulge hadn't been false advertising. The thrill went through her as she saw how he was looking at her. He'd been strangely nervous to demonstrate his desire for her but now he wasn't holding back. She turned her back on him and waggled her butt at him.

She could only half-hear their comments under the music. She didn't need to hear them. The hard Black cocks told her all she needed to know about what they thought of her and her performance. They wanted to fuck Teach, yes indeed, these four Black men, full of vigour and youth and power, all SERIOUSLY wanted to fuck Teach.

The music dipped a little and she heard Bobo clearly again. "You don't need that blouse neither." The music rose up again - clearly Pops had responded to a signal.

She strutted the couple of steps across to Bobo and pointed at him. Bobo was the only one not to have got his cock out for her. She'd worked out that he liked to be in charge for all that he let Pops usually take the lead.

Bobo raised a languid eyebrow. His even white teeth gleamed in the half-light. Dee undid a button of her blouse and then paused with her hands on her hips. Bobo nodded and undid his pants. That was what she had wanted to see. He was hard, his ebony spear pointing upwards against his still clothed chest. He might have been trying to play it cool but he wanted a piece of her just as much as his friends did.

Dee felt justified and powerful in her sexuality. It would now be young Malik's turn to benefit. She undid the remaining buttons of her blouse and let the material hang open. Malik's eyes widened as he stared at her exposed breasts. She moved closer and allowed her flesh to gently contact his face. She felt the warmth of his breath and the wetness of his mouth as he kissed her.

"No touching allowed," laughed Dre.

"Hmmn, I saw that sign too. You think anyone ever follows those rules." Dee's hand found Malik's hard cock. Her fingers spanned him and felt the heat and desire there. Fuck the rules - Malik was going to get lucky.

She dropped onto her knees between his legs and began to suck him. Malik gasped almost instantaneously. She felt his hard young cock twitch in her mouth and for a moment she thought he was going to cum. She winked at him and then pulled her mouth off his shaft. She wasn't going to show him up in front of his friends. Instead she stood again and pushed her backside out towards him.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

Malik had regained control and understood what she wanted. He moved her panties off her wet pussy and then eased them down her legs. Her butt and pussy were now naked in front of him and he didn't need a second invite. His tongue found her pussy and he began to lick her. His hand reached round to work on her clit.

He might have been young and he might have been excited a few moments before but this boy surely knew how to please a pussy. Dee was pretty excited herself and saw no reason not to show it. She moaned and laughed as Malik's tongue and fingers explored her.

"We getting any of that?" Dre's hand was moving faster on his hard Black cock now.

"You got a present for Teach?" Dee giggles and gestured to them. " Well bring it on up here."

She hardly drew breath before two long hard Black cocks were being waved in her face. She grasped Pops with her hand and dropped her mouth down over the firm thick head of Dre's cock. She alternated between the two, thrilling to the texture and taste of them, while Malik continued feasting on her pussy.

Dee held a cock in each hand and watched as Bobo finally came forward. His shaft stood up against the firm muscles of his stomach. A seriously thick nine inches of hard jet-Black flesh. Dee opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Bobo took the hint and moved directly in front of her so that she could nuzzle into the warm flesh and her tongue could feel the heavy warmth of his balls. She knew the power in this young man - the power to bring a woman pleasure and the potency within those heavy hanging balls. If he stuck around with Shaka and Mr Taylor then Bobo was going to be very popular.

"Fuck it, I'm needing to tap this," she felt a hand smack her butt.

"You know the program Malik - switch with me and come get some head. I'm wanting a taste of that." Dre moved round and Malik appeared at her side. She'd had no complaints about Malik but Dre got to work with real enthusiasm. He pushed himself under her and began to tease and caress her clit with his tongue.

Dee gasped onto the hard Black cock in her mouth. A hand gently took her hair and gave a little movement to suggest she pull off him. She did and found Bobo looking at her intently. "Our thinking is next week we only need five minutes to sign off the course. Then we can go straight to Malik's place - that's real close by. We don't want to be wasting no time. Oh and you'll need to tell that limp-dicked fool that you'll be staying over. That sound good to you."

The last sentance was a rhetorical question at most. Everyone in the small room knew just how everyone was feeling. Dee still felt like encouraging them.

"Sounds good if you can prove you've got what I need."

Pops laughed and he gently tapped his big hard cock on her cheek. Malik didn't hesitate and began doing the same on the other side. "We got what you want Teach and enough to keep you going all night. Maybe you best take that next day off work too. You gonna be real busy."

Dee brought a newly-freed hand up to cup Bobo's big Black balls. "Can you prove you've got all I need?"

The young men laughed. "Get you a down-payment real soon Teach. You just get back to doing what you so good at."

Two hands and a mouth. Just enough to keep three young men happy while the fourth did the same for her. Her 'students' weren't in a hurry and she was starting to tire in the hot little room when Malik finally gasped out, "Where you want it?"

She quickly moved her mouth off Pops and onto Malik just in time to feel the heavy spurts of cum into her mouth. She savoured him and looked into his face with its wide eyes and his mouth open to pant for air. Then she took care to swallow his cum and to show him her empty mouth. "I don't want to waste any," was all she said.

Dre took Malik's place and soon Pops had followed Malik's lead. Another strong potent load of seed taken and swallowed like a good white girl should. Two strong young African-American men slumped back on the couch and recovering. Two hard potent Black cocks still needing her attention.

Dre was next to shoot - his rich load joining those of his friends in her mouth before being swallowed with relish. It turned out Bobo, for all his cool exterior, had been pretty revved up himself. Even as she dealt with Dre's load Dee heard Bobo gasp and then felt his cum land on her. Five strong spurts onto the side of her face and up into her hair. Thank goodness she had the wits to close her eye in time.

"Hey!" was all she could say.

The little audience on the couch was laughing and hooting. "Yo' fault Teach - you just too good a fuckin' bopper." Well thanks for the sympathy Malik!

A Black finger wiped the cum off her eyelid and at least let her open her eye again. She had to look such a sight. She wanted to get a box of wet-wipes or something. Except that, of course, she hadn't brought any.

Bobo seemed to read her thoughts. "You gotta wear it with pride Teach - let everyone know what a fly bitch you is. Don't leave no doubt in no-one's mind that this fine dime," his hand caressed her body, "is our bangin' little hoodrat. That all clear?"

That was all part of it. These men wanted you and they didn't want it to be a secret. They wanted the world to know. That fact had been becoming increasingly obvious. Dee just didn't know how she was going to square her dual life with it.

"Don't worry," said Bobo with that natural confidence of his, "won't be painting that pretty face next time. I'm gonna be making sure you get every drop where it needs to be."

Dee knew the flush was back in her cheeks, could feel the powerful rush of desire within her starting to build again. She knew how easily she had found that men like young Bobo could take control of her. She knew and she didn't care. In fact she relished it.

"How long you been with Shaka?"

It was getting hard to remember a time before she'd been with him. He had made such changes in her and for her. But it really had only been a few months. "Why?"

Bobo nestled his face into her hair - as if he was savouring her presence. His hands found her belly even as his lips found her ear. "Can't work out why this is still flat. Shaka ain't no fool. He knows what a white woman like you needs. Maybe he's getting too old and needs some help."

Oh shit! Dee felt that rush of desire and fear surge and course through every part of her body. That rising euphoria of mixed anxiety and arousal. She didn't know how it had come to be that what she had rightly most feared had now become what she most lusted after. Which might be OK - she was a grown woman after all - but these men sensed it. They sensed what she desired and they would always tempt her with it, tempt her until she finally couldn't resist...

"Damn what you say to Teach?" Pops laughed. He'd seen the woman's whole body quiver with arousal.

"Teach knows - and she knows now we can make good on my offer. Don't you Teach?"

Dee knew alright. Three heavy loads of their cum in her body and another drying on her face and hair. These were powerfully potent, enticingly potent, young men. Just the thought of giving herself to them when she was fertile. Of that rich strong seed being allowed to pursue its destiny. Just to let nature take its course would be so easy. The white heat of desire seemed to course through every artery and vein and nerve of her body. She found herself shaking again - unable to answer Bobo.

Except that she had. No words had needed to be spoken.

***

Dee felt very self-concious as she left the Pink Pussycat. She saw the glances of the clientele and the dancers towards her, saw the smirks and grins. If a white girl went out back with four Black guys and came out looking like her then everyone had a real good idea what had just gone down. They all knew that the high-class woman that came in had turned out to be another of that ever-growing demographic, white women who just couldn't get enough of that fine Black d. Her face was captured in a few dozen mental notebooks. You never knew when opportunity might arise and no man wanted to be missing out on a chance with a fine-assed slut as hot as Dee.

The 'rush' of the events had left Dee herself ready to call it a night. Now she just wanted to get out of the Pussycat and head for home. She'd have to do a very careful job at the rest-stop to clean herself up. Turning up at home looking like she did now wouldn't be wise. Even HE might notice something was up.

She wasn't fated to escape quite so easy. As they moved towards the door Hoss appeared and called out to them. He took one of Dee's hands between his two huge Black paws. She hadn't realised quite how big he was.

There was a glint of humour, and maybe something else, in his dark eyes. "See you enjoyed yo'self baby. Must confess I watched it in my office. Real impressive. I'd kind of assumed my brotha Shaka was holding you back until..." His eyes dropped to her belly and then came back up to her face. "But maybe he ain't. Just saying that I've got a place here dancing for you and working the booths. Just say the word - I'm thinking you'll be real in demand. Look forward to giving you some special tuition myself..."

It definitely wasn't only humour in those eyes - it was lust. Hoss was a big brawny bear of a man. Not gym-honed like many of her Black lovers - he was barrel-chested with a paunch. A little too much good eatin' and maybe a beer or two too many. None of that obscured the man's size and strength. Dee imagined herself in that back office with him, getting 'special tuition.' She felt the joy of being desired by men like these.

She smiled. "Maybe - I'll need to talk to my man."

Hoss arched an eye-brow, "Yo' husband."

Dee couldn't help it - that had sounded so ridiculous. She laughed out loud and Hoss and her four young men followed suit. Whatever would be happening her husband was one person who had lost the chance of any sort of a say in it.

They were still laughing as the five of them left the club. She would drop her young men off and then start on the journey home, back to her other life.

End of Part 8....

[Blue Bull]

White MILF teacher gets tempted at church......

Jewellery

Linda looked amazing - even better than she had in the photographs Dee had seen. Small dimples showed in her cheeks as she greeted Dee and Lisa with a natural and perfect smile.

"Here you are - I feel like we're old friends already! I've heard so much about you both. You know that I'm Linda and over there with my husband is Jo."

Linda spoke with nonchalant ease, the slightly clipped tones of her accent just distinguishable. Dee didn't miss the careful distinction of Shaka as 'my husband' though. Not that she objected - it seemed entirely appropriate.

It wasn't the first time that Dee found herself in what should have been extraordinary circumstances only to realise that for others her new surroundings were very much the normal way of things.

It couldn't be too often that a women found herself in a room with her man and his wife and two more of his girl-friends. Wasn't that the sort of thing that only happened in cults or crazy communes or the like? Wasn't it something of a danger signal that everyone else seemed to be taking this as the natural state of things?

She recognised the anxiety within herself and considered it. She knew that it was her upbringing coming through - her thirty-plus years of being trained to follow the rules and worship the average, the normal, the predictable. All that she knew was that doing that had left her miserable and unfulfilled. Her life had been trickling away through her fingers before she had met Jessica again and, through her, Shaka. Now she felt active and vibrant and sexy and ... herself again.

So if this was some sort of a crazy situation then she could only thank providence that she had found her way into it. Her teaching brain reminded her that such situations hadn't always been so unusual. The harem, if not always under that name, had been a feature of many cultures over many centuries. Harems always had a queen bee, a favoured wife. She made sure things were arranged properly - that no-one got out of line.

Dee wasn't in any doubt who the queen bee was here as she looked at Linda. Shaka's wife was exquisite. Fine cheek bones, flawless almost translucent skin, a cascade of blonde hair over her shoulders. She had to be forty but could easily pass for ten years younger and her figure was amazing. She probably worked out but her body just seemed naturally slim, save for the curves that emphasized her femininity. Dee wondered if perhaps Linda might have had some help in the bust department. Not that it mattered - if she had done then whoever was responsible had done an amazingly good job. Linda really was the sort of woman you normally only saw on a fashion runway or posing on the red carpet at big events. It was only right that she would be with a man like Shaka.

The whine of machinery came from a curtained booth in the little store. Dee tensed a little - she still wasn't quite sure why Lisa had brought her here. All her friend had said was that Shaka wanted them both to be there. That had been enough.

"I don't think he'll be too long - Izeye is very efficient." Again there was that clipped accent in Linda's speech. "Time you girls met Jo."

Shaka was coming over with the aforementioned and it didn't take a genius to understand she was another of his women. She was white, which was no surprise, but otherwise she was quite a contrast to Linda. She was maybe 25, perhaps 5'3", her hair a mass of naturally red curls. Her face was attractive if a little full, her skin liberally dusted with freckles. Those and the flaming red hair suggested Scots or Irish in her ancestry. Her hazel eyes were lively and intelligent, her mouth open in a smile that you just instinctively knew was her natural way of operating.

Dee liked Jo on first impressions. Well, on second impressions. Something else had first caught her attention. Jo was seriously pregnant. She wore a tight crop top that stretched over her full breasts and left several inches of swollen belly exposed. Her pierced navel carried a stud enamelled with the familiar 'S' motif and just in case someone didn't get the picture her crop top bore the words,

"SHAKA'S BABY ON BOARD"

The breath caught in Dee's throat. It was so blatant, so brazen ... so beautiful. Jo's body was probably seriously curvy as a rule but just now she looked the embodiment of feminine fertility. People had worshipped that form for millennia, had made crude representations of it from mammoth tusks. For the first time Dee felt that she truly understood why. Jo embodied the future, human destiny. All of that power and potential within her. Shaka's arm was gently placed around her shoulders - protective and proprietorial at the same time.

Dee was well aware that she was staring. She took back control and glanced to her left. It seemed Lisa had no such qualms. She was looking at the couple with a gaze that was as intent as it seemed hungry. Dee wondered if she herself had looked the same a split-second before. Then she saw Linda's knowing blue-grey eyes fixed on her and a small smile crossing the face of Shaka's wife. Dee realised that she had allowed her feelings to show just as obviously as Lisa's still were.

"You ready to go honey?" Linda addressed the question to Jo. "Don't let him run you around too far or too fast. If he has a problem with that just tell him it's his own fault."

Jo giggled, showing a set of small white teeth. She looked down at her top. "I think everyone will soon know that." The excitement was palpable in her voice.

With exquisitely gentle tenderness Shaka laid his big hand on her pregnant belly. "Gonna make me so proud to be showing you off today girl. Letting all them brothas and even some crackas know you one of my women." He leaned down and his lips met those of the redhead. They kissed deeply for a few seconds and then separated again.

"We're all proud of Jo - she has done so well and she looks so beautiful." Linda's smile was totally natural, totally unforced. For perhaps the first time Dee understood that Shaka's wife didn't just passively accept her husband's activities. She was very clearly a partner in them. "Now remember that being pregnant is hard work and that it'll get hot out there. You can show her off for an hour max and then you need to get her back home. Understood?"

Shaka gave a wink in reply. "Not as if it's the first time I've done the like."

"Yes, I remember. You had me parading up and down Key Largo for three hours in a bikini. My back still aches just thinking about it so go easy."

"Well fuck - I was young and foolish then. How many times I done it since and ain't it clear I'm an older, wiser, man."

"Older for sure. Now get out of here," his wife said in mock frustration. "Enjoy yourself Jo and make sure he takes plenty of pics for your fans."

The store door swung shut behind the couple. Linda sent a lingering glance after them and then said, almost to herself. "She's going to love it. I guess it's only fair for pregnancy to have some perks. I felt tired through most of all three of mine and sick as a dog through the first part of two of them. Not all wine and roses - we both know that don't we Dee."

Dee nodded her assent. She certainly did know after three of her own. She didn't regret them but there had been moments back there...

Lisa was watching them both avidly. She, of course, had no children, had never been pregnant. Her husband had preferred seducing his secretaries to starting a family. Finally she spoke for the first time since they had arrived at Izeye's store. "Is that really Shaka's baby?"

Linda laughed a musical laugh. "Oh yes, absolutely. Shaka likes to know for sure. That's why he makes one of his girls exclusive when the time comes. It's also why those with husbands need to make sure there won't be any interference in the natural order of things." Her blue-grey eyes flashed across onto Dee again.

Dee got the message. She still hadn't managed to completely cut off her husband yet. Not that, theoretically at least, that was likely to be a problem. It wasn't as if David had a raging libido. However, every now and then he would suddenly seem to want sex. It was pretty distasteful actually. Only a month ago he had actually tried to make love to her. He'd been floundering around like a fool, thinking that she was just 'playing hard to get.' In the end she'd just let him get on with it - it seemed easier than having him sulking like a petulant brat for weeks. Not that it had taken long or that it had done anything for her. There had been a time when she had thought him an adequate lover. Now she knew so much better.

It was just that if she did what part of her desperately wanted to do then such incidents would be potentially disastrous. It would be just like David to get all excited at the worst possible time. He was so ... inconvenient sometimes.

It was a problem though. How did you tell your husband of fifteen years that he was losing his 'marital rights.' Especially when he was an old-fashioned prick like David. If she suggested anything of the sort he'd probably want to do it more - just because that was 'what was expected'.

She'd even thought about using the children's presence in the house. They were of an age to expect explanations for strange parental activity now and you never knew when one might wander in on them. David would hate that. It would probably work. However, what about when the children were all out and they had the house to themselves?

That, anyway, would be ducking the situation. She knew what was expected of her. A line had to be drawn under that part of her life. David had to be brought to understand that fact. But how?

The sound of the machine had long ceased. Now a curtain was pulled aside and a young woman emerged. She wore a T-shirt and on the inside of one forearm was a gauze dressing.

"Now you understand how to look after it till it heals? You got that leaflet? Wasn't so bad was it?" Dee recognised Izeye as he followed her out.

The girl gave a little laugh. "No, it wasn't so bad. You're pretty quick."

"Should be - I'm getting a lot of practice with those 'ten rules' tattoos. So you planning on living by them?"

The girl pointed to her bandage. "Be a bit late now to decide not to."

Izeye smiled at her. "Just to say that when you're healed I'd like a chance to see how well you following them rules."

The girl checked him out afresh and smiled coquettishly at him. "You'd like that?"

"I'm a man ain't I, got blood in my veins ain't I? You with anyone or you freelancing. Time was that tattoo said a Black man had claimed you. Now not so much - now some real smart girls are getting it as a little piece of a 'come get me', an advertisement to ensure they get plenty of the right sort of action."

The girl was looking at him more seriously now. "What's on offer here?"

"Ask around the clubs about Izeye. You'll soon find someone will fill you in on my way of operating. Meanwhile, you got my details. We can have some fun first and if you're minded to go further then you got plenty to interest a man."

"I'll do that - soon as I'm healed up." She hesitated and then looked at Izeye again - looking into his face, into his dark confident eyes. She reached into a back pocket of her jeans and pulled out a phone. I best ring you now - in case I forget later. Then you'll have my number."

The phone buzzed on Izeye's desk and he smiled his approval. "You'll be hearing from me - then we'll take it from there." He moved forward and kissed the girl on the mouth. She responded instantly. Then she broke off and turned to leave.

A black arm reached out and grasped her shoulder, muscles rippling under an intricate full-sleeve tattoo.

She wasn't alarmed - she just turned back to him. He kissed her again, longer and deeper. This time it ended only when he broke off.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him. "You like to be in charge, eh?"

"That a problem?"

"It needn't be. When are you going to ring me?"

"Two weeks time - I know we gonna be good together. Now that's sorted I best deal with these other customers." She turned to go a second time and then gave a little jump as his hand deftly connected with her ass-cheek. Not too hard but just hard enough to let her know it.

Once the store door had closed Linda was first to speak. "Hope you're not planning on trying any of those lines with us?"

Izeye smiled and then gave a little nod of recognition to Dee. "I know you and this one are long spoken for. Get me a time-machine tho and..." His laugh rumbled in his broad chest. "I'm guessing this one is for your friend here. I see from her freeze that I'm too late with her too. Just not my day."

"You looked to be doing pretty well," pointed out Lisa.

"Can't complain at that," conceded Izeye. "Like I say the '10 Rules' tattoo is getting real popular with a certain style of white girl. Not sure they are all entirely clear on what it signifies when they get it. So I make sure to tell them the basics. I'm gonna enjoy outlining the finer points with that little honey." He moved to his desk and withdrew a small box. "Now, what's your name baby?"

"Lisa."

"So, Lisa, how about you. You crystal clear on the meaning of this? Old Shaka don't fool with these. As I guess you just saw this ain't no joke."

"No, I know what I want. I knew when I asked Shaka last week and I knew when I came down here. I want to be exclusive for Shaka. I want to make him as proud of me as he is of Jo"

Dee still hadn't been entirely sure what they were doing here until the last words came out of Lisa's mouth. It was clear enough now though. Her thoughts went back to that last session with Odell. Odell had almost taunted Dee with that fact that Lisa had overtaken her in learning to be a Black man's woman. She knew now that soon Lisa would have the ultimate proof of that. She'd soon be where Jo was now. Going round the hood being shown off to Shaka's friends and associates and clients. Her belly full of his growing child. Her pregnancy a symbol of Shaka's power and potency. Dee felt the heat of sexual desire surge through her body. Just the idea of her friend doing that, just the idea of herself following suit. Lurid images flashed through her brain. Her man showing that he was still the dominant alpha male to Odell and Bobo and anyone else that wanted to doubt him. Her man using his woman's swollen pregnant belly to reaffirm his dominance and his mastery. The fact that soon that woman could be herself. No, WOULD be herself if she only gave the word. She felt her body quiver, almost shudder, and bit her lip to stop herself gasping. It was too strong, too intense, too intoxicating.

She tried to gather herself and looked up. Straight into the eyes and the confident smile of Linda. In that moment Dee knew that Linda knew. She knew that Dee wanted it, desperately wanted it. Was being held back only by the flimsy tatters of societal requirements. In truth her children were really the only thing holding her back and even that restraint, once seemingly so immovably strong, was now starting to fray. If Dee found or was offered a route around that issue, even only a vaguely plausible one, was there any doubt that she would finally seize the opportunity to give herself to Shaka as she truely wanted to give herself. Fully and unconditionally - without barriers, without limits and without regrets.

Just as her friend was offering herself now.

Izeye tapped the box with his finger. "Shaka don't just give these out to anyone. Let's have the 411 - girl here fulfilling the requirements?"

"Oh yes," said Linda almost complacently, "only beads for BC and she's just the type that Shaka loves to make his baby momma."

"Well damn, I'm on point. Got eyes in my head. Be a sad sack of shit who wasn't minded that way with a tight little chassy like Lisa here."

Dee saw the pink in Lisa's cheeks as the two spoke about her. She and Lisa both knew that last jibe was aimed at Lisa's soon-to-be ex-husband. Was more indirectly aimed at all white husbands that tried to claim a woman but then couldn't give her what she needed.

Izeye's focus was back on Lisa now. Checking her out, weighing her up. So you know what this means? " His finger tapped the box again. It ain't something you bail on. It's a lifetime commitment. To the Black man, to your new family, to all that follows on. Some doors gonna close for good once you do this. But some others gonna open. You wanna pause for reflection then no-one's gonna bag you for it. How you feelin'?

"I don't need time. I've thought about this a lot and I need to do this. I want to prove that I'm a real Black man's woman, I want to make Shaka proud."

"This second job - pretty permanent too."

"That's why I want it. Another permanent sign and memory of my connection to Shaka. He has done so much for me - has shown me what I can be and who I really am. I need to do this for him - and for me."

Izeye nodded. "On the couch girl. Soon get you fixed up." He turned to his equipment and made preparations.

"You want me to close the curtains?" Linda asked.

"No need," answered Izeye without turning back. "Lisa here is soon gonna be like our little friend Jo. No more secrets, all out in the open. Loud and proud and undeniable. Might as well start now."

Lisa had got onto the low couch and now reached out a hand to Dee. Her friend didn't hesitate. She went and took Lisa's hand. This was a sisterhood, a sorority. With its rules and its bonds and its rites of passage. Lisa, for all her bravado, needed the comfort and support of that hand. Dee offered it knowing that soon their roles might be reversed.

Izeye was all business now. His gloved fingers moved quickly to swab Lisa's navel and then almost before she knew it the needle had pierced her. Her fingers tightened on Dee's hand - her finger nails feeling sharp against Dee's skin. Transferring a little of that energy.

Dextrous dark fingers were at work again. Within seconds the charm was applied and Lisa was marked. So quick and yet so meaningful. Lisa and Dee shared a glance. No words needed to be spoken.

Izeye then had Lisa sit up and lean against a support. "Comfortable? This job won't be so quick so you'd best speak up now."

"It's OK." Lisa was concentrating hard and looking to the floor. She knew what was coming next.

Izeye swept up the long hair that normally covered the nape of Lisa's neck and tied it back. Then his fingers were moving fast again sketching an outline on the exposed pale skin. It hardly tested his skills. A simple 'S' in the desired graphics font. A quick photo for the client's approval and then the machine sounded. The whine of the tattooist's needle as it gave Lisa her first ink. Lisa's fingers were white on the support. Her mouth was tightly closed and her eyes focused on that area of flooring. Shutting out the pain - doing what needed to be done.

Dee moved across to Linda and took a seat with her as they watched the session continue.

Those blue-grey eyes took her in again, studied her. "Well Dee - why don't you ask me?"

Dee wasn't too surprised. She had realised that Shaka and his wife were very well matched. Very little got past either of them. "If you know the question then are you ready to answer it?"

Linda's smile was immediate and warm - tiny lines just showing around her mouth and eyes. "I like that - I think you and I will be good friends. So you want to know how I'm here? Why we do what we do? The world would say that Shaka corrupted me, spoiled me, disgraced me. Back home - well, especially when I was there..."

"I heard an accent..." Dee said encouragingly.

"Yes - it's very persistent isn't it. Even after all these years. I grew up in Bloemfontein. I'm just old enough to remember the old South Africa. I was not quite a teenager when it became clear that things were going to change. My father was not a progressive man, not even a tolerant man. He immediately made plans to leave - to bring us to the States. he always said that he believed 'the resistance' would start here. Would sweep back across Africa and Asia. Restore the old ways of doing things. As I said, he was a very loving father to me but he was not a tolerant man."

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

She smiled again, but sadly this time. "I sometimes think it's as well that he also never believed that cigarettes were bad for you. He wouldn't have liked the way things are now. Not just the way things have changed, not just how his daughter turned out..." The twinkle came back into her eye. "I can imagine what he would have thought when we had a Black President. Probably have packed his bags and headed off for ... I dunno, Russia maybe! Taking refuge in a country run by an old KGB guy - that would have been the ultimate!" She laughed and then was quiet again, contemplating her mixture of emotions.

"When he died my mother and little brother went back home - she had family there and it was clear that things hadn't worked out quite how Dad had predicted. Not perfect but where is? I was in college in Fresno but that didn't turn me. I'd seen enough back home to know that Dad, who I loved dearly, could talk a lot of BS. I'd seen plenty of them - obsessed by the superiority of their race because they had fuck all else going for them. Flashing their fat wallets because they weren't ever getting any unless they paid for it. Not that there didn't turn out to be plenty of that sort over here too."

"So I'm a year off finishing my course when this agent contacted me. Said I had 'the right look', said I could make it big in Hollywood. Turned my head, got me to junk my studies. Which was all fine except for the fact that I couldn't act for shit. You don't need me to tell you. A LOT of pretty girls out there and a LOT of sharks. My agent included. So the smart ones go whole hog or go home. The dumb ones, like me, tried to play the system and ended up all down side and precious little up. Finally I got to the point when I was taking the coke when they offered it and I decided it was time to get the fuck out of dodge while I still could."

"So I'm back in the East, down in Alexandria - except now I'm on my own and I'm working as a server. Failed actress turned waitress. Sad, sad, tale of woe right? Except that one day Darius walked in and we just clicked. No Harlequin romance of star-crossed lovers but we each had what the other desperately needed at that moment. Soon after Darius began a new job and that's how I met his employer, Mr Taylor. He came round one night and sat me down and we talked it through. Then he got me onto a program here to finish up my studies and qualify."

"Which is great but I'm collecting my qualification when I'm eight months pregnant. Darius and I had a good year or two together but six months of me seriously cracking the books hadn't left so much time for him. So..."

"Can I guess?" Dee interjected.

"Probably. Mr Taylor finds me a place over in the Foundation's development. Just the one building then and with a very newly reformed bad boy who was just starting work as security there. I took one look at him and - oh my! - but I suspect you'll understand that." The blue-grey eyes were on Dee again.

Dee shrugged her acknowledgment of the truth of that.

"The feeling was mutual I'm glad to say but it was six years before we got married. First of all I had young Jamal, Darius's son. Second of all, Shaka was very popular with all the girls over there. I guess you know why and even after Tish was born that made me one of several baby mommas he had over there. He was saying he wanted to marry me for years before he finally produced this."

She tapped her ring finger. "I ended up going up the aisle five months pregnant with Shandra, my second daughter with Shaka. Experience had shown that pregnancy and me didn't get along too well but that Shaka and pregnancy definitely did. So we agreed that I would make sure that didn't happen again."

This was the crux of it. Dee had to ask. "But Shaka..."

Linda smiled, a deliciously wicked grin. "By then I'd kind of been with him for years. Like I say Shaka was real popular over there. He's quietened down a lot since we got married. All four of his women were in this room today. Back then we might have needed Soldier Field to fit them all in! So, I was very well used to not being jealous. Besides, you've seen my man. He's magnificent. Be TOO selfish of me to keep him all to myself. As you may have noticed, Shaka really likes knowing a white girl has his baby in her belly. He always has and I hope and suspect he always will. I've done my bit in that department so..."

The blue-grey eyes darted across to Lisa and then returned to Dee's face. "You can just know how beautiful their child is going to be. Yours too. My husband has slowed down but that just means he is much more selective. I like the world to be filled with beauty and I love that we are all about unity and not division. So long as I and the children come first - and we always do - I'm happy. He's a loving husband and a great father - to ALL my children. Understand now?"

Izeye was examining his work, cleaning up the area on Lisa's neck where his needles had been busy.

"It's been a long road." Dee said meditatively

"Not nearly so long as you think. My father, the racial purist, had two kids with the maids back home that I know of. Which means there were probably others too. He was their employer - often their wage was all that stood between their whole families and poverty. So..." Linda gently nodded her head and slightly arched an eyebrow. "Back home they had a whole racial category for the children that resulted. Imagine that. Men are men and women are women. White men had their fun for centuries and when the boot comes on the other foot they want to whine and squawk about 'morality'. I know myself and Jo and soon Lisa are all getting much the better side of the deal than my Dad's maids ever did. Pretty simple for all those white boys out here. They want to keep their wives and sweethearts from going Black then they'd better man up and treat their women right. Otherwise, like your husband, they'll end up finding out their mistake the hard way."

Linda gave a last nod and then rose to meet Lisa as she walked across the room. Lisa was a little pale and had a gauze bandage on the back of her neck, half obscured by her hair, but otherwise seemed to have come through pretty well. Izeye knew his trade.

"About the other business..." Izeye nodded towards Dee.

The blue-grey eyes were on her again. It was her opportunity to show her commitment. "I'm not quite ready yet. My husband..."

She immediately saw the look in both Linda's and Lisa's eyes. Just for a moment but she would swear that she had seen it. The disappointment that she was not ready to join them, not ready to give her man his due tribute. The words stuck in her throat.

"Nobody needs do anything they ain't ready to do." Izeye's words were authoritative. "Meantimes I got to go pick up lunch for Georgia. My girl there is eating for two."

Home Is Where The Heart Is

A last check in the mirror before they headed out to church. The idea was that you made sure that you looked the part - the respectable suburban wife and mother-of-three. No need for anyone to be guessing what that certain lady had been getting up to only a few hours before. Dee half-suppressed her giggle. Just thinking about it...

Shaka had been awesome - or perhaps she had just been primed for the evening's events particularly well. Seeing Jo, hearing about Georgia, Lisa making her commitment. Her own conversation with Linda - and it wasn't only Shaka's little circle. She knew her old pupil Jessica was pregnant by her man Antwan. She hadn't seen Ann in a couple of weeks but it was obvious where that was going. Her husband's cuckold tendencies were likely to be tested to the limit.

Dee gave herself another check in profile this time. Saw her trim figure - a source of not exaggerated but well-deserved pride. After three children that took some effort and care. She knew her men appreciated it. Shaka, Odell, Bobo, Pops and more. She saw them looking at her and knew what they were thinking. Knew that they wanted to 'ruin' all her hard work - have her looking like young Jo had yesterday. A white woman carrying a Black man's baby. It had been a beautiful picture when Shaka had so gently laid his hand on her belly. Expressed his pride and claimed his ownership of her, his responsibility for the new life that would soon be coming into the world. Shaka would soon be doing the same for Lisa. And then...

"You OK Mom?"

Dee snapped back into the here and now. She saw the slight flush at her cheeks. Fortunately Sunday Church-going wear was enough in this season to hide the other signs. She smiled at her son as he looked at her. She had to be a little careful around him. Davey picked up on a lot. Perhaps he was smarter than his father or perhaps he just showed what he was thinking more.

Could David really be so blind to what was going on? She felt an entirely different person, an entirely new woman. It had to be obvious. Davey certainly seemed to be picking up on it and perhaps Maddie too. She had said one or two things in her innocent way. How could her husband not have noticed ... something. He just seemed to continue on in his usual blasé way.

She knew she should be grateful for the fact. It was avoiding the smash that otherwise surely would be coming. She wasn't angry with her husband, just frustrated. He wanted everything to be the same, to stay the same, for ever. Any change would be whined at and moaned about for a while. Until, of course, that became the new status quo. Except that there were surely things that even David couldn't help but notice and that even he wouldn't be able to fit into his crisis-free, decision-free, passion-free perfect world.

One of those things was what her man Shaka wanted. What she herself now knew that she desperately wanted. She couldn't help looking back into the mirror. Couldn't help imagining how she could look in a few months time. Her belly big with the growing baby of a real man, an alpha male, a Black man. Everyone who saw her would understand who she was, would have re-confirmed to them who Shaka was. His potency, his power, his presence. Perhaps another daughter, superficially different to Maddie and Leah, but she just knew in her heart that she would be just as beautiful and just as precious. Or would it be a son. Shaka's son. She couldn't help it - she felt herself shudder a little with excitement at the very idea.

She had to get a grip on herself. This was crazy. Suddenly she saw the intent little face of Maddie. Her eyes were fixed on Dee, her face thoughtful. Maddie definitely knew something was going on. Thank goodness she couldn't have any idea of what that 'something' was in detail. Dee gave her daughter a little smile and Maddie's face broke into a broad grin.

For Maddie all was well. Whatever was going on didn't need to be worried about. Her Mom was happy and that was all that mattered. It was a shame that you couldn't just apply that to all the rest of the family. But you couldn't. Leah was still young enough to adapt but Davey... David himself, of course, wouldn't be adopting the cuckold lifestyle any time soon. Not that Dee would have wanted him to. That might be OK for Ann but Dee wanted her men to be men.

"What's the delay - we'll be late." Well that was about as assertive as David got nowadays.

"Its Mommie - she's thunking again." Oh dear - out of the mouths of babes and sucklings. Maybe little Leah wasn't quite so unconscious to what was going on as Dee had assumed.

***

Church was pretty typical of her life in Ireton. It hadn't taken long since moving back to fit into the grooves of staid repetitive normality. Much the same little ritual every week, much the same people at every service. Much the same sermon too. The Reverend wasn't a bad speaker but she had heard his message many times before. At this church and at others like it. It was easy for the concentration to wander - especially if you had something really important on your mind.

Uh-oh. That was really very inappropriate! Almost as bad as last night. Shaka had been so good. Maybe it was because she might be missing out a little in the near future. Obviously when Lisa was fertile he would be reserving all his attention for her. That was how it had to be - Lisa had been ready to make the commitment. Dee understood that.

It still worried her. There would be other women - but that wasn't her fear. Shaka had been patient - other men had told her enough for her to realise that he had been unusually patient. She knew that such patience could be seen as weakness out there on the street. There were always other women and there were always young men on the rise, scenting opportunity. How long could Shaka afford to be patient with her? That flat tummy that she had been so proud of - wasn't it an insult to her man every time he saw it. Combined with his jewellery didn't it signal to every ambitious young Black man that the old alpha just might be going soft?

Could Shaka be patient much longer? After he had cum in her last night she had felt that rush, that euphoria of being one of his women. Then she had suddenly had a terrible fear of waking up. Of finding herself in bed next to David, hearing his snores and realising that this had all been a fantasy. A longer and more detailed version of those first dreams about Cassius. A futile mental spasm against the banality and tedium of her suburban life. She couldn't go back to how she had been. She couldn't submerge her true self back behind that bland conventional mask. She couldn't settle for David any more.

What had Shaka said? About how living a double life could only last so long. Sooner or later one would be discovered by the other or would start to creep into the other. He was right but the process was subtle. Once when she'd put on Shaka's jewellery she had felt she was playing a part. Now she knew that she was really having to disguise her true self when she took that jewellery off. The woman with Shaka was the real deal, the real Dee. The woman with David was a fraud, a sham. Nothing here was genuine except for her total love for her children. Just that one genuine aspect of the Ireton Dee - but it was that one genuine aspect that made everything so difficult, so complicated, so dangerous.

The service was over. The usual small-talk. Wasn't young Leah growing fast? How were such-and-such's parents? Davey and Maddie with their young friends - aching to get out of their Sunday best and go play. David being the model of sober respectable responsibility. She could have written most of his conversations out before they came here.

It had never struck her until she had been with Shaka for some time just how White this church was. She supposed you just didn't notice who wasn't here. Not just African-Americans but Hispanics too. Well if you didn't count Bonifacio and his family. However, he was a city security officerman so perhaps he counted as 'blue' rather than 'brown'. They were safe - just enough to supposedly prove that there wasn't anything 'excluding' about this congregation.

Presumably that explained Bill too. He never came to the services but he was always on hand to set things up and to tidy the church afterwards. If some of the congregation looked askance at non-White faces they didn't seem to object to an African-American sweeping up after them. Perhaps they didn't even notice that he was Black anymore - he was more part of the furniture.

Dee didn't blame them. She couldn't ever claim to have really taken notice of Bill either. He must have been 50, only a few inches taller than Dee herself and a little on the chubby side. He had been there a long time apparently. Since the Reverend Chattaway had needed a renovation grant and had reckoned that a little diversity was in order. Dee couldn't remember ever talking to him or seeing anyone else in the congregation talk to him outside of a bland greeting or farewell. Presumably the Reverend did when he paid him. Presumably.

Dee looked a little more carefully. Bill was in the classic pose of the worker waiting for a chance to do his job. His hands were folded on his broom as he waited for the congregation to move out of the building. As areas came clear he swept them and adjusted the furniture. His bucket was sat just outside his little cubby-hole ready to mop the floor once everyone was gone.

He might as well have been invisible to every one else there. He had been invisible to Dee until today. Perhaps it was the service running a little late or perhaps Bill had something he needed to get to. Usually he would be arriving as they were leaving. Today there had been a little over-lap.

Bill might have been invisible to the congregation but Dee was increasingly certain that some of the latter were anything but invisible to Bill. He was very careful about it, very subtle, but Dee had been around Black men a lot now, in the clubs and out with Shaka. She knew the signs. Bill's glance kept going back to one thing. Her fellow parishioner Cassie Underwood shared just one thing with Bill - a certain broadness in the beam - and Bill surely did seem to appreciate it, in one department at least.

Dee stifled a smile. Cassie's 'booty' seemed to have poor Bill mesmerized. He just couldn't help sneaking another subtle little peak. If you weren't looking for it there was no way you would ever suspect. Certainly Cassie wouldn't have any idea she was the object of Bill's desires. Dee almost had to bite her lip at the idea of how Cassie would react. A heart attack on the spot probably.

Dee was stood with David and the Emersons. The Reverend was behind her. Her position suddenly struck her. Also the fact that Cassie was so ignorant of Bill's admiration. Was she the only one?

She knew that it was foolish but then she remembered Shaka's words. "Sooner or later the real you is gonna make itself felt - here and over there. You know it. It's how it happens. On your terms or..."

She knew what he meant. She could wait for the hammer to drop, living in fear, or she could assert her own will. Meet any problems headed down the pike and be ready for them. The boundaries between her two existences were stark now, too stark. They needed to be blurred.

She smiled at Amanda Emerson. "I'm just going to check on Leah." Amanda gave her a little room to pass by. Dee knew Leah was alright but she went near enough for show without impinging on her youngest and her very intent play. More important, there was a big space behind her now. Time to see if all that gym work really did make a difference.

She couldn't watch him - just take an occasional careful glimpse. Well there was a surprise. It seemed the area directly behind Dee was particularly in need of being swept! Dee felt her heart beating faster. Oh this was ridiculous! Bill was no alpha male, no gorgeous hunk like Shaka or Odell, no virile young bull like Pops and his friends. But her heart wasn't lying. It was pounding in her chest, her nipples were hard against her bra, she knew the blush had to be on her cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes. She had to be sure. She eased her head round and saw Bill intently brushing the floor behind her. He wouldn't have lasted long here if he could be caught as easy as that. She turned back and was as certain as taxes that Bill's eyes were back fixed on the curve of her rear.

Perhaps she SHOULD check on Leah. She bent at the waist to lean forward and, supposedly, see what her little girl was getting up to. She suspected that would have got his attention. It wasn't a concious thought or decision that determined what happened next. It was pure instinct. It was her natural response nowadays to being admired by a Black man. She very gently and very subtly shook her ass. Just the once - but once was enough. She heard a little sound behind her and recognised it immediately. The little thud of a brush hitting the floor a little too hard, a misjudged stroke. Almost as if something had distracted Bill, taken his attention off his supposed job at hand.

Contd.....

[Blue Bull]

She knew how he was feeling - she thrilled to it. There mustn't be any misunderstanding. She counted three seconds, checked no-one else was watching her and then gave her ass a little shimmy again. Now he knew it hadn't been an accident.

Oh my - it was exciting. It seemed doubly so for being here, in Ireton. This was where she was supposed to be so staid, so tediously respectable. Church probably wasn't the best place for this but it surely did add a certain frisson.

The thrill had just passed when Leah looked up from the play corner. "We going Mommy?" From her tone Leah was obviously in no hurry - her game with the two Emerson girls clearly wasn't done yet.

"Very soon - this nice man has to clean up."

Dee saw Leah's eyes move off her and onto the man behind her. She half opened her mouth and then stopped. She knew better than that. She glanced back to Dee and waited for the little nod of consent.

"Five minutes?"

"Five minutes and what?" A Mom's job was never done.

"Five minutes please?"

Bill gave the little girl an avuncular smile. "Long as your Mom keeps on looking out for you then you take as much time as you like little lady." For the first time his eyes met Dee's.

Uh-oh. He had lovely deep soul-filled brown eyes. Dee was discovering they were a bit of a weakness for her. This was going out of control fast. Well out of her control anyway. Bill seemed to know just what he was doing. Leah would get to finish her game and Bill would get to enjoy checking out Mommy's juicy white booty some more. If she agreed to this...

"Thank you so much Bill. Now Leah come on and finish your game. Is Mommy allowed to watch?"

Leah considered and then gave her approval so Mommy moved a little closer. She leant forward and rested her finger-tips on her skirted knees. She arched her back just that little bit for comfort, knew that it let her stick her butt out for maximum effect. There was no-one else behind her, just Bill, but she still had to be careful. Just the gentlest swing and undulation. A sort of micro-twerk. Malik and Dre would not have been impressed but context was everything. She knew Bill would be appreciating it - appreciating what she was ready to do for him. Wondering what else she might do for him.

She heard a low voice behind her, almost a whisper. "I best move on. I'll be here again next week. Or...," Bill hesitated, wondering if he was going too fast. "I work my family store in Solway this afternoon and most others. Fifth and Vermont."

She heard the quiet tread of his foot-steps and his broom as they moved off from behind her. She straightened up. The ball was in her court now.

Sunday in Solway

Having the game all over the TV could be an annoyance but when it came to keeping certain members of the household busy it could also be a real bonus. Davey was getting interested - presumably because all his friends at college were. She had encouraged David to watch with his son. She wasn't sure Davey didn't actually know more about the finer points than his Dad but she had persuaded her husband that it was valuable 'bonding time.'

Never more valuable than now...

Solway was a much smaller town just down the road from Ireton. It once had a reputation for being hard-scrabble but did anywhere in the North of the State count as that any more. Ghettos were in seriously short supply - unless you went over the State line of course. Solway now housed a lot of the domestic and service workers for the neighbouring towns. It was getting hard enough for them to afford to live even in Solway - the developers kept nibbling away. But, for the moment, the community was hanging on in there.

The town was split down the middle now. Half still housed the service workers, largely African-American and Latino but with plenty of working-class Whites. Outside Solway the latter were about as common in the North of the State as buffalo! The rest of the town was a thriving Asian-American community, lots of Koreans and Vietnamese with smaller communities added in. That was probably what had kept Solway from becoming just another suburban dormitory town. The Asian communities were comfortable there and they might be expanding but slowly.

The Vietnamese market was really the only reason Dee had ever had to go to Solway. For some reason you could get amazing Mexican food there. Who knew! Anyway she'd been very grateful for the tip. So she knew Solway a little. She'd not been to Fifth and Vermont but she knew that area by reputation. The sort of neighborhood where people either worked three jobs or couldn't find one at all.

After lunch Dee asked the men of the family if they wanted to come shopping. She was fairly confident of the response and they didn't let her down. Maddie was busy doing her home study. Leah was engrossed in some apparently very intricate art-work that required only the very occasional input of approval from her big brother or her father. It was like this was meant - the cards were all falling right.

Up until the moment she was out on the road to Solway Dee still wasn't entirely sure she was going to do it. After the short drive she almost forgot to put on her gold necklace, her gift from Shaka. Almost but not quite. Just as she almost, but not quite, forgot to undo that extra button on her blouse.

Fifth and Vermont was easy to find and had few surprises. Surrounded by low-rise well-worn working-class housing. A little two story building with a broad front window covered by a grill and signs for liquor. There was enough neon to suggest quite a display once the sun went down. The afternoon was probably not a busy time - just covering the remnants of the convenience grocery trade that still survived. There were four men hanging out outside the store - smoking cigarettes and talking among themselves.

She pulled up at the side of the road - saw their antenna pick up the presence of her vehicle and then of her. They were watching her all the way across to the store. She'd learned what you did in situations like this. She marched up to the store and went in with their eyes on her all the way.

A buzzer clanged and a voice came from behind the protected counter.

"Afternoon." He was writing something on a strip of paper and only after a couple of seconds did he look up. A smile broke across his dark-skinned face as he seemed to scan every inch of her with those wonderful deep brown eyes of his. "So you made it - I just spent three hours wondering if I was dreaming all that back there."

"Seems not," answered Dee.

"Damn but you're a fine-looking woman. Bet you got some attention out there. They probably thought you was five-oh." He paused a moment. "Where you parked?"

"Just out front - is that OK."

Bill came through his security door and out into the store. He stuck his head out of the open main door. "Hey - you guys on point for my friend's ride?"

"She yo' friend Bill? Didn't know you had no crew fine-assed like that one. No worries. We'll be around."

Bill nodded his thanks and came back into the store.

"It'll be alright?" Dee asked.

"Shit, it'll give them something to do! How long we got?"

"I can't stay out here too long."

"Husband waiting home for you, eh."

There was a gleam in Bill's eye. Dee remembered that Bill would have seen her husband around the church. None of her other Black lovers had known David in person. To them he had just been the 'limp-dicked fool.' Bill KNEW David and Bill really seemed to like the fact that David's wife had come out here to see him.

"Benefits of this place is you can be sure none of your co-parishioners are coming out here. You have to have a real good reason to drive over here from Ireton. Why is it you'se here by the way?"

"I think you know." She gave him a smile.

Bill returned it. "Yeah, so do I. But I want to hear a real pretty white girl say it."

''Girl.' Well hardly. She was a married woman and mother closer to forty than thirty. However, Bill had to have at least ten years on her, maybe fifteen. To him perhaps she WAS a 'girl'.

"It was so public this morning Bill. I wanted to meet up somewhere a little more private so I could make sure you got my message." She took the two steps over to him and gently sent her hand to the front of his pants. Her fingers immediately felt the reassuring presence of a sizable bulge. "Oh Bill - it seems you might have got my message already."

He wasn't much taller than her which meant she had a really good idea of his eye-line. No surprises there either. Straight down the front of her blouse. Seemed Bill wasn't just an assman!

Bill reached in his pocket and produced a phone. He taped some digits and then spoke. "Bernice, honey, couldn't do your uncle a solid and spell me twenty minutes early. Got something come up."

Dee gently moved her fingers over that particular 'something.' It seemed to be 'coming up' more every second. A very pleasing vote of confidence!

"Let me take a down-payment before my niece gets here." Bill managed to wrench his eyes off her cleavage and moved his mouth to hers. His kiss was surprisingly gentle - his lips against hers. He had such beautiful eyes. Dee was looking into them as she felt his lips ease apart. She followed suit and their tongues met. Gently and playfully.

"Damn Uncle Bill. Not again..."

A heavily-built African-American woman of about twenty-five was stood there. She had come up on them unnoticed - they had been kind of busy!

She had stopped with a note of surprise in her rounded mellifluous voice. Dee sensed that her surprise wasn't at being called down early, perhaps not even at the reason for it. Her surprise had come when she saw Dee.

"This lady came over here to see me. Figured I'd give her the guided tour."

Oh Bernice wasn't falling for that. She put her hands on her hips and tightened her mouth as she nodded. Just to let her Uncle know she knew just EXACTLY what was going down. Then she smiled and gestured her head towards a door-way. "Just be back in an hour, yeah. Maybe I got things to do too..."

"You always been my favourite niece baby."

Dee was careful not to laugh at the response Bill got in return. That wouldn't have been diplomatic!

***

Bill led her through the back of the store. They moved through a small store-room and then through a door opened with a number code. A set of steep stairs, another door and then they were into what had once been living quarters. It seemed to now mostly be given over for additional storage.

"Got me a little crib out back here." Bill's hand reached for hers and she took it, her heart beating a quick rhythmn in her chest.

Finally he pushed open a door. It was a long room made to seem narrow by shelving covered in old marketing and stacked with goods. On one wall was bolted a TV and opposite it a sofa that had seen better days, stuffing escaping from its covering in places. It was shabby but clean.

"You don't live here..."

Bill laughed a great belly laugh. "Fuck no - but I got someone at home too."

"So this place comes in handy. I heard your niece." She cocked a questioning eyebrow at him.

"I don't pretend to be no saint. That a problem?"

She shook her head. "Just at the moment I haven't got much use for saints."

He smiled and kissed her. She put her hands on his big shoulders and held him to her, allowing his tongue to explore and tease her. He was a good kisser. He'd probably had quite a bit of practice.

"How many white girls have you brought back here?"

"You the first," he noted her sceptical look, "...the first WHITE girl. But don't worry - I ain't prejudiced." He kissed her again. "Now you gonna show me what you was teasing me with this morning." He moved over and sat down on the sofa, the furniture creaking under his weight. His eyes were fixed on Dee.

It was show-time. Dee took up a position perhaps two feet in front of him and then with a smile turned her back. She bent forward, put her hands on her skirted knees and then pushed her butt out towards him as far as it would go. She began to wiggle and move her butt for him, trying to copy some moves she'd seen in the clubs and on TV. She'd have felt self-concious but for the noises of approval coming from behind her. Bill was enjoying it.

"Damn you got a nice tight little ass white girl. Back that up here a little."

She edged back towards him.

His hands met her hips. "Just a couple of little adjustments." His fingers showed his experience, no struggles with unfamiliar fastenings for Bill. In seconds her skirt lay on the floor. Strong dark fingers hooked into her panties and gently but purposefully pulled them down. "Now get back to what you was doing white girl."

She arched her back again and began to move her butt. It felt different now, so much more exposed and vulnerable, but also so much more free and liberated. It sent a shiver through her - excitement at what was to come. She could almost feel his hot breath on her pale skin.

After a couple of minutes he told her to turn round. She obeyed of course - it amazed her how quickly Bill had taken charge. When she turned he had shucked off his pants and jockeys and was sat on the couch with his big hard cock showing clear and obvious against the grey of his T-shirt.

He nodded as he saw her eyes widen a little and her smile. "Worth coming over?"

Dee couldn't help but laugh. "A little more than I was expecting. This what brings all your girls over here?"

"It's what keeps 'em coming back. Now then white girl it's time you showed me some more of your skills." His pudgy finger pointed down to the nine inches of Black cock standing proudly up against his chest.

Dee knew how she wanted to do it. She quickly undid her blouse and unfastened her bra. Once they had joined her skirt and panties on the floor she dropped to her knees between the powerful thighs of her new Black lover.

His cock was thick as well as long. Her hand couldn't meet around the hard shaft so she decided to tackle him double-handed. She stroked the warm flesh up and down a few times - revelled in its size and weight and color. Bill was a wee bit pudgy and into his fifties but it was undeniable that he had a beautiful Black cock.

"You gonna admire that all day or you gonna suck it." There was a simple confidence in his deep-brown voice. She licked her lips and then took his cock into her mouth. "Yeah, thass what I'm talking about. I like that you kept yo' heels on like a good slutty little white ho'."

Dee'd been around Black men a while by now and she knew he was testing her. So she just picked up the level of her attentions on his cock. She set her tongue to explore every inch of his beautiful cock. Then she held his shaft up and out of the way, still stroking him with one hand while she dropped down to nuzzle his heavy balls. Her tongue teased them as she looked up and into his eyes.

She saw the pleasure there, the satisfaction with her work, the acceptance that she was worthy of his time. He was enjoying her, savouring her efforts. He wasn't immediately going to shoot his load like an over-excited youngster. He was a man of experience. She saw a heavy gold chain peeping out over the top of his T-shirt. Like a chain of office for a Black bull. She gigged and then licked her way up his long shaft until she could take him in her mouth again.

"Fuck yeah - someone's trained you real good. Not that little cracka of a husband I'm guessing." His finger toyed with her own necklace - her own chain of office. "Who gave you this?"

"My man - Shaka."

"A brotha - I could have guessed. Yo' pretty hands and mouth doing a real good job and looking mighty fine doing it."

She considered thanking him for the compliment but figured that he'd probably prefer her to just keep doing what she was doing. She worked on keeping saliva in her mouth and then spat in her hand to give him a sloppy hand job.

"Fuck you a dirty little white girl ain't you. Well..." He leaned forward and put both big arms under her butt. He leaned back into the sofa and effortlessly lifted her onto his lap. She hadn't realised his strength until that moment. He had seemed like a big cuddly bear but there was real power in his muscular arms and thighs. "... time you got what you came for."

One hand held onto her while the other reached into a drawer by the sofa. Bill found a small foil wrapper there.

"Guessin' this Shaka won't want me knockin' up his prize little white slut. So we'd best use this."

Dee instinctively hated the idea of covering that impressive Black shaft. That wasn't the way it should be. "I'm on the pill - you don't need it."

Bill casually flicked his fingers and the condom, still in its foil wrapper, was tossed back into the open drawer. It had hardly landed before Bill had lined up and then lowered Dee onto his hard cock.

The first couple of inches were easy. Dee's tight white pussy was very ready for him, warm and wet and inviting. From then on she was feeling every movement as his thick Black cock pushed home a little further with each upward stroke.

"Oooohhhhhhh..." she couldn't help letting out a little moan.

His responding chuckle was from deep in his belly. "You're the one auditioning white girl. Time you did the work."

He held himself still, stopped his upward thrusts. Dee looked down at the three inches of Black cock still visible. Pure instinct kicked in. She began working herself up and down his cock, each movement easing a little more of him into her.

"Yeah, you doing real good. Keep going - prove you deserve my cock."

He was hitting all the right notes. She desperately wanted to feel all of him in her, to know she had taken his big cock all the way. She kept moving up and down and gently swinging her hips to vary the sensations being enjoyed by them both.

His big hands were holding her hips now. She could feel their grip as she worked. She bit her lip as she pushed herself down onto him again, felt his big cock ease in a little further. Her eyes met his - deep and brown. She knew how much he was enjoying having a white girl from Ireton - she also knew how she could ensure he would enjoy it even more.

"I've been a bad girl..."

"Fuck yeah you have," he responded.

"No - I mean telling you - I was on the pill." She kept working on that cock, feeling it going deeper and deeper.

"What?"

"I needed you bare - no condom - to get what - I want."

She felt him begin to move again, thrusting upwards. She also felt her legs meet the warm skin of his belly. She had taken him all - helped by his new excitement.

"What yo' want?"

"Your cum - all your cum."

"Fuck you is a naughty little craka slut. Want my nut do you?"

"Please daddy - give me it all - all your seed - knock me up." The litany was chanted out between thrusts. She saw his mouth tighten as he pushed up harder and faster into her. "Let me be - your baby-momma daddy."

His mouth tightened further as he struggled to keep control. Then he grunted, "Ah fuck it," and pushed up hard.

Dee knew he was coming in her, his hands were griping her sides tightly. There might be bruises there - something else she'd have to hide at home. None of it stopped her continuing to work her pussy on his still-hard cock.

"Give me it all daddy - you know what you want."

His eyes were burning with lust now. He leaned forward and his mouth engulfed her right nipple as she was pushed back, still planted firmly on his cock.

Her nipples had always been sensitive and that set her off. She felt the rush of heat, the surge of pleasure through every cell of her body. She felt her legs quiver and gave a long shuddering moan.

He leaned back again and let his eyes meet hers once more. She saw his little smile - knew how she looked to him. Flushed and excited, her eyes wide with all that had happened.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

His big cock was finally going soft, its job done. She knew her responsabilities now and took her rightful place on her knees in front of him. With studied care she used her mouth to clean every inch of that marvellous Black cock.

"Yeah...," purred Bill as his big hand gently stroked her blonde hair, "...you real well trained. Go on like that and you'll soon be well-bred too. Gonna turn a few heads back in Ireton when yo' belly starts growin'." He saw her eyes come back to his - saw the hunger and the yearning in them. "Done a real good job there - back on yo' feet white girl. Let your Black daddy see his work."

He waited until she stood before him. "Stand with your legs apart and let me see that pretty little white pussy." He watched as she followed his instructions. "Now use your fingers to show me."

She held her pussy lips apart for him - felt the slick of his and her juices mingled there. His hand held her hip again while with the other he brought a finger to her opening and gently pushed inside.

He felt her shudder as he eased his finger within her sex. With infinite care he explored her and then withdrew his fat Black finger. It was covered with moisture, some hers but mostly his potent Black seed.

She opened her mouth to speak but words wouldn't come. She could feel herself shaking - was grateful for the strong Black hand holding her body.

"Don't worry white girl - still plenty in there to get you good and pregnant." He brought his finger up to her mouth and nodded his approval as she sucked him clean. Through every moment their eyes remained locked, wordless communication from soul to soul.

Then he broke the moment. "Best get dressed white girl. My niece'll be getting impatient. I was looking forward to tasting that pretty little pussy but I guess things got a little out of hand."

She reached for her clothes and began putting them back on. The little room seemed full of the smell of sex, almost as full as her pussy was of his baby-making seed. "I'm err..."

Bill smiled his confident smile. "You're on the pill - I was assuming so. Don't need to be paying no child support and I'm guessing yo' husband would be the same. Enjoyed the idea tho' - you'll look real fine with that belly all ripe and full with a Black man's baby."

Dee noticed the tense that he used and felt the warmth surge in her body again. Just a choice of words but it could have such an impact on her now. That latent desire was growing ever stronger, ever more insistent.

Bill watched her carefully and understood. It really was his first time with a white woman and it hadn't disappointed. She was as hot as she was fine. She proved another thing true he'd heard about these hot-wives too. He'd heard they filled three categories. First, the girls experimenting - thinking they was daring going with a brotha. Second, the girls with 'jungle fever' - who went wylin for the Black d. Then third, the girls who wanted to go all the way - to really give themselves to the Black man. The girls ready to accept the consequences and to take that step knowing there'd be no way back.

He knew which category this sweet little suburban woman belonged to. He had a few girls but really only one regular squeeze. A real sweet Latina girl with a beautiful smile and some killer curves. Talk babies with Marielis and she'd slap yo' face and kick yo' ass! This one was different - whatever truths and untruths had been spoken her eyes hadn't being lying. She was headed down a tricky path with dangers all around.

He pointed at her necklace as she did up her blouse. "This Shaka a good guy? He gonna look after you? Only ever knew one of that name, some years back in the Capital. He was one mutha-fucka. You didn't mess with him and he always got what he wanted. Word was he was mellowing down - but I'm doubting he's mellowed much on some things."

She smiled her appreciation for his concern. "Perhaps I wouldn't want him to - on some things."

Bill watched her carefully and nodded. She was old enough to know her mind. He'd done his bit - been fair with her. He wasn't going to have to feel guilty if things went wrong down the line and how couldn't they? "You need to think about Ireton - how that's gonna work. I'm assuming your husband..."

She shook her head. Then, impulsively, she moved up to him and kissed him again. She appreciated his concern - appreciated his trying to look out for her. She'd thought all this through a thousand times though. Thought it through and found no answer.

There was a mirror on the wall, it looked as if it hadn't been cleaned in years. Bill moved her in front of it and wrapped his arms round her. His big Black hands came to rest on her belly. He felt her body tense a little and then relax into him as he stood behind her.

"You know where this is leading don't you. I seen it in you. You going back home full of my seed." He felt her move in his arms - not a shudder of fear, a quiver of lust and anticipation. "I don't shoot no blanks. This old nigga is perfectly capable of making this sweet little white belly all full and round. Have them beautiful titties all full o' milk for my young ones." He saw her eyes staring back at him from the glass. He knew she was drinking in every word. "You're a beautiful woman Dee. Make any man proud to see you carrying his child. Especially any Black man. I'm guessing Shaka ain't an exception."

Dee didn't answer but Bill saw her throat move as she swallowed. It told him all he needed to know. "Yeah, I didn't think so. You know you'll soon be dumping them pills don't you. You know what'll happen then."

A slight nod.

"Might be the best thing is for you to go back West - pick up your old life. Go back to how it was." He saw the look on her face - despair. He saw the life and colour draining out of her at the very suggestion. "Then you need to find a way forward and if you can't then you need to be straight with your husband. Don't he deserve that? See if you can't work something out."

That seemed as hopeless a prospect to Dee. She knew her husband. He wanted everything as it had always been. Any change would be seen as a concession and he would fight it. He'd want to punish her - would see no down-side for him in setting the world ablaze. He could be stubborn when he hadn't reasonable cause. Now, with his world collapsing beneath him, he would fight and she was well aware that to most of the world he would have right on his side. He might BE right - it didn't mater. This was how things were. Her freedom would only come with a brutally heavy price.

She saw him watching her carefully. A man with a mop that she sometimes saw at the church. She'd been as guilty as all her fellow-parishioners of under-estimating him. Was it because he was Black or was it because he was 'just' the janitor? Did that matter - it was pretty bad either way. She knew she'd started making it up to him and she wanted to keep doing it. But just now she was hanging on every word - hearing him crystallize the maelstrom of thoughts and fears that had been lurking in the darkest parts of her brain for months.

"Don't just stumble into it. That would be the worst. Them pretty little girls of yours don't deserve that. You need to understand what's at stake and then come to a decision. Might carry a heavy price for you but it won't be so bad as everything crashin' and burnin' out of the blue. Not for them that matters I mean."

She knew what he was saying. That she should leave her husband and formulate a separation. Make it an orderly process, something that her children might be able to cope with and ultimately accept as a 'new normal.' She wasn't naive. If David fought - and he almost certainly would - then he would gain custody of the children. She felt the wrench in her at the thought. However, that would happen anyway. At least this way there might be less of a wildfire and she would get some access rights. She wouldn't lose them altogether. It wasn't much consolation - not much of a life-raft to cling to - but it was something.

"Just box clever till you can see yo' way forward, eh. You're a smart girl and I'm thinking you'll figure something out. When the time comes if yo' man ain't ready then..." He nuzzled into her neck and felt his lips gently kiss her. Not marking her - just letting her know he was there for her.

She'd have to process his words when she got home. In the meantime she mustered up a smile for him. She appreciated his care for her. "You mean my Black Daddy would like to really earn his name?"

He didn't smile back. "Don't you ever doubt it for one second white girl - not for one second. His hand gently squeezed her butt. "Get yo'self decent it's time we was downstairs."

***

Dee straightened up her clothes and checked her appearance in the rather dusty mirror. There's be no rest-stop to check on the way home this time. She figured she'd pass muster.

"'Bout time." Bernice was off her stool, round the counter and headed for the stairs as swift as her legs could carry her.

"She's a good kid," mused Bill. He was looking out the front door at the men still smoking their cigarettes and watching the world go by.

"Got any change on 'ya?"

"A little. Why?"

Bill went to the cooler and pulled out a couple of four-packs of beer. "Got enough to cover one of these for each of the guys out there? They'd normally have gone home by now."

"Oh - yes, of course." Dee found some money and handed it over. The thought flashed through her mind that Bill had made a profit on their meeting! Well she wasn't going to begrudge him it.

"Shall we take them out? Is that OK. There's not a law against public drinking here?"

"Last time I saw a patrol round here on a game day was about 1987. But WE ain't doing nothing. I got my job here behind the counter. YOU gonna be serving up the brews. Men out there'll appreciate them that much more." He took a look and then moved directly in front of her. "You a little buttoned-up and respectable there baby. I like you better like you was when you came in." His fingers deftly undid a button on her blouse. "They gonna like you even more like this." His fingers moved down to the next button and undid that too.

Dee felt the material of the front of her blouse ease apart. This wasn't going to be subtle. Bill obviously wanted her showing off the display cabinet to his friends. Plenty of skin, a deep cleavage and some of her bra were totally on display. She looked back to him and saw the smile on his face. The randy old goat knew just what he was doing!

In more ways than one too. Her cares and worries could be put aside until she got back home. She was here to enjoy herself!

She took a four-pack in each hand and felt the weight push his shoulders back and her chest out a little. Well that was certainly going to help! It was a little late to be bashful anyway.

She moved out of the front door still wondering what she would say to them. The decision was rather taken out of her hands.

"Oh shit...

"Ain't that a real pleasing sight..."

"Guess she wasn't in there talking tax deductions to Bill like you reckoned man!"

"Fuck no - the lucky old bastard."

She could feel the blood in her cheeks as she handed over the first two four-packs. Their eyes were all over her but focused in certain key areas. These men weren't afraid to take a look at what was put on display for them.

"Fuck but I'd like me a taste of that."

"Wait on, man, your four-pack is comin'."

"Who's talkin' about beer..."

Women weren't supposed to enjoy being sexual objects. They weren't supposed to enjoy their power to excite men. Well, there was a time and place for everything. Just at the moment Dee had no problem with it. The men were smiling, enjoying having an attractive white woman bringing them their beer. She lingered just a little, savouring their appreciation of her. Then she remembered the other two four-packs.

Bill had them ready and waiting. His eyes were twinkling with amusement. She knew how much he was enjoying this. To him she'd always been another of the stiff, prim and proper white ladies at the church, a teacher no less. Now here she was showing herself off to his friends at his instruction. A certain Black man's reputation was gaining serious kudos. It'd soon be all round the neighborhood - how Bill had got himself a fine piece of white ass. It was a mark of how far she'd come. She felt no shock or outrage - just pride that Bill wanted to show her off and even more pride that Bill's friends so obviously wanted her. She felt the heat starting to build within her, her own sexual desire responding to theirs.

They weren't thugs - these were hard-working men enjoying their day off. Men of about her age or a little older. None of them would be starting a new career as a male model any time soon but they were all Black men with that air of confidence that she loved so much. Being from round here she guessed they hadn't had too many freebies in their lives. Well today she was giving them a little treat - something to remember.

"So, baby, how is it you come by? How'd Bill get so fuckin' lucky?"

"Can't you guess?" She gave her questioner a little smile.

"Damn.."

She kept a little smile on her face as she watched them processing that. What did Bill have that they didn't? She could sense Bill watching from the shop doorway - enjoying every moment.

She moved back to him and offered herself for a kiss. Bill didn't disappoint. He moved in and took her in his arms while his mouth found hers. Dee held him to her, her hands on his shoulders. They kissed deeply, their tongues in a little dance of exploration. Bill was pretty good and the fact that his friends were watching just made it better.

"You gonna make sure to come back?"

She pushed a hand down to stroke the bulge that was in the front of his pants. "Oh, I get to have second helpings. Yes please Daddy."

"Oh damn..." She heard the exclamation from behind her. She had to be careful or she'd have them cumming in their pants. She didn't want that. She just wanted to be the fuel for their fantasies and she suspected she was doing a real good job.

Bill's hand was clasped onto her butt cheek. Illustrating his possession of this hot white woman to his friends. He knew his part too. "Your white-boy husband watching the game next week too?"

There was almost a growl from the men watching. Maybe they hadn't noticed her rings. The knowledge that the hot white slut was cheating on her cracka hubby with Bill just seemed to ratchet up the heat a little for them.

"Will you let me come then Daddy. Please?" She sounded like she was desperately asking for a undeserved treat.

Bill, the little store-keeper, let his voice take on a demanding tone. A tone that brooked no argument. "Oh you WILL be here next week and you WILL be coming." The double meaning of the last comment was obvious and intended.

Their viewers had gone quiet now. They were enjoying the show too much to bother commenting.

Dee kissed him again. "Thank you daddy - I'll see you again same time next week."

The last words were said clearly and loudly. She wanted to make sure they all heard. Just like she made sure they all saw the delicious little wiggle in her hips as she walked back to her ride.

***

She arrived back to find them still watching the game. They seemed oblivious to her return. Just as well since she had forgotten to get any of that 'shopping' she'd supposedly gone out for!

She'd been thinking on the way back. Bill had talked a lot of sense but she wasn't going to rush into anything. Fortunately, Shaka would be busy with Lisa for a while. Her extra tuition only had one more week to go at Tubman. Then she'd have a few weeks to reassess things and make her mind up. She'd best not go over to the clubs on Saturday for a while. It wasn't like she'd be totally deprived. Solway was only a short drive away...

End of Part 9.....

[Blue Bull]

White MILF teacher and Anna get truly Blacked.......

Graduation:

Their final session hadn't taken five minutes as it turned out. Instead it was done in three and a half.

Dee had stuck by her clothing convention. She'd worn a striped blouse, with the top two buttons undone of course, color co-ordinated with a tight navy skirt that ended just above the knee and which was held in place by a two inch wide black belt. She wore hold-ups and kitten heels to complete her look. She knew her young men would appreciate it.

Indeed they had - except for one thing. When Bobo casually asked her to raise her skirt she did so. He clicked his fingers and pointed. Dee eased her panties down and then stepped out of them. She handed the young African-American man his prize to the loud approval of his friends.

"That the course finished?" Pops asked with a hungry look in his eye.

Dee filed the last of the paper-work away in her briefcase. "All completed."

"Time we bailed then." He pushed back his chair and stood up. His three friends followed suit a split-second later. "Your ride's safe here - we'll get you back tomorrow." He paused for a long moment and then raised an eyebrow. "If that sounds good to you?"

Dee moistened her lip with the tip of her tongue. There was no doubt what was being proposed here. She already knew that she was going to take them up on their offer. "Why are we waiting around?"

***

She had half expected that they would just go to one of the men's places and party but her ex-students had other ideas. First they stopped off at a small building with no advertising outside. It wasn't the best part of town and there was a sizable African-American gentleman leaning against the wall by the door. Dee cast a glance at Pops.

"It's cool - you'll see. This place is just a little more relaxed..."

She had an idea what they meant the moment she stepped in through the door. She hardly noticed the security checking out her white girl booty - that was par for the course round here. The room was smoky and the smell in the air was known to Dee. As a teacher she had a firm policy on drugs. It seemed whoever ran this place was much less strict - at least so far as weed was concerned.

"Want some bud?" That was Malik

She shook her head quickly - just breathing in the air of this place was likely to get her high!

"Good call teach - they 're all slingin' real low-grade high-yield shit nowadays. Harsh as fuck. Now when I was..."

"Teach don't wanna hear about that," interrupted Pops. "Teach wants her beer - wants to watch the entertainment. We timed it right - Tamika's up."

Malik took the hint. He headed off to the makeshift bar.

Dee looked at Pops with a smile. "You trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?"

"Drunk - no. Take advantage of you - most certainly." He looked back with an answering smile, one of total confidence.

A girl was dancing on a raised area in the middle of the space. She was a dark-skinned Latina - already naked save for a garter and a tiny g-string. The space around her platform was crowded with men, all of them African-American or Hispanic. Wads of notes were being waved at her from every direction and Tamika danced from side to side to collect her tribute. Singles would be thrown on stage as she danced or twerked. The girl knew what her audience liked and was extremely well-equipped to provide it.

"Damn look at that." Dre seemed mesmerized - his eyes following every gyration and movement of Tamika's bubble-butt.

Fives and tens were permitted to be tucked into Tamika's garter - which meant some fine close-up action for the lucky benefactor. Hands stroking the smooth coffee skin - a fortunate or generous man allowed a kiss or to put his head between her breasts. Then, with graceful ease, she swirled back out into the centre of her platform.

Tamika was a pro - beautiful and graceful and magnificently mercenary. A long floral tattoo ran all the way down one leg. She worked her crowd with skill. Her eyes ran over them looking for her next green. As they swept her audience she saw Dee and suddenly reached out an arm and pointed.

Dee had just finished her beer way too quickly - encouraged by her men - and had been presented with a second. Now she found eyes all over the little make-shift club turned towards her. Dee saw the dancer on stage click her fingers and point again. At the same moment a hand gently pushed her in the small of her back.

"Go enjoy yourself Teach." Dee heard Pops as he spoke into her ear. The music was banging out but she still heard the roar of approval when she took her first step towards that little stage.

Was it the alcohol? Well hardly - even a beer drunk quickly didn't have that much effect. The weed smoke in the air? Probably not. It was all much more basic and earthy than that. She was here to experience life, raw and vivid. She was here to please her men and she knew what they wanted her to do. So she did it.

The crowd parted to let her through but hands came out to pat and squeeze her butt as she went by. She hardly noticed - her eyes were fixed on those of the dancer. Tamika's face had broken into a smile of triumph as soon as Dee had begun to move towards the stage. The dancer was perhaps 5'3", more likely 5'2", but her curvy form was firmly in command of the occasion.

Strong hands lifted her up onto the stage and Tamika instantly pounced. She pulled Dee to her and their mouths met. Tamika's insistent tongue found Dee's and began to work it. Dee felt the big naked breasts pushed up against her and felt Tamika's arms enfold her. Yes indeed there was absolutely no doubt who was in charge. The club was a bedlam of loud music and shouts and cheers of approval.

Tamika raised one arm and gave a signal. The music changed into a new insistent fast beat. The lyrics were fast and almost impenetrable above the din but Dee heard 'white ho' a few times and sort of got the general idea. She found herself almost mesmerized by the movements of Tamika's curvy form. The mischievous prompting of the young dancer's dark brown eyes, the long raven black hair cascading down her back as she wiggled and thrust her big butt out towards her baying crowd of admirers.

"Fuckin' do it Teach, perrear - show these horn-dogs what a cracka girl can do." Tamika shouted to her - the words still barely distinguishable above the din of the music and the crowd.

It registered - the dancer's use of the nickname given to her by her students. In that moment she knew that she had been set up by the young men and she also reasoned why. They wanted to see her flaunt herself before this crowd of Black strangers. She felt her excitement ratchet up a notch. She took a deep breath and then consciously tried to imitate what Tamika was doing.

There was an immediate burst of sound - a fresh roar from the watching crowd. Dee knew that Tamika had her seriously out-gunned in the butt department. The young dancer had a gorgeous big bubble butt, firm and perfectly curved for the enjoyment of her admirers. Dee, for all her efforts, would only every have a white girl butt. The crowd didn't seem to care. She was, at the very least, getting maximum points for participation!

Tamika pushed her legs apart and began making low squats with her hands on her bare thighs. She undulated her body and especially that big firm booty. All the time her eyes were on Dee - her mouth set in a half-mocking smile. Here the gym work did come in handy. Dee did her best to follow Tamika and was rewarded with a laugh of triumph.

"Yeah - you a white slut fo' sure. Now we best give these fuckas a show!"

Tamika closed the distance and the two women's lips again met. The bedlam of noise didn't stop Dee feeling the other's strong nimble fingers finding and undoing the buttons of her blouse. As they continued their work the noise just seemed to get louder and Dee's tongue continued to dance a surprisingly gentle duet with that of Tamika.

The Latina dancer was curvy and very beautiful - her every movement had total poise and grace. She also had to be about fifteen years younger than Dee. It could have been daunting to share a stage with such a sexy and wanton mistress of her craft. It wasn't. Dee found herself carried along by Tamika's movements - wanting to go wherever the younger woman took her. Every stage of her display to the raucous crowd seemed as inevitable, as natural, as NECESSARY as the previous one had been and as the next one would be.

Strong hands seized her shoulders and spun her. Then those same lithe brown hands stripped the blouse off her and threw it to the floor among the crumpled dollar bills. Another roar from the crowd - another reminder of how much these men were enjoying her display. Her husband would have called it her humiliation, her disgrace. She didn't feel humiliated or disgraced - on the contrary she felt an amazing rush of sexual power. Even as she was putty in this young dancer's hands she still revelled in the knowledge that so many men wanted her, so many men desired her. On top of that these were not just any men. These were strong men of the streets - men who could appraise and judge fine female flesh at a glance. Her husband was a fool. He had discounted her as a soccer mom years ago. These men could still appreciate her needs and desires, these men still wanted to take her and make her their sexual plaything, their sexual property. Many might only want her for tonight but that didn't matter. Their lust for her was obvious and in so many cases they were just the type of men that she had discovered were so intoxicating for her. She couldn't talk too much about drugs - they had never been her thing. However, she really doubted there could be any high as profound as this one - knowing that these supremely masculine Black men wanted her.

There was no doubting that fact. The intense noise of the crowd, the notes being thrown on their little stage and what she knew was there but couldn't see. The bulges in the mens' pants, the beautiful Black cocks yearning to be released and set free. Yearning to be set to work on the white slut up on stage. For a moment she wondered if Tamika would just throw her to the crowd - let the men have their way with her. She felt the instant rush of desire - her sexual being responding to such an extreme fantasy that could so easily become reality. From the moment she had stepped up onto the stage she had belonged to Tamika. The Latina would decide her destiny. Again she felt the rush of desire through every part of her. Turned on not only by the appreciation of her own sexuality by the crowd but also by the knowledge that she had surrendered its control twice tonight, first to her young men and then to Tamika. Every fibre of her being thrilled to the ironic but undoubted power of that surrender. She was going where they took her tonight and she couldn't wait!

Dee moaned as strong supple brown fingers squeezed her breasts and teased her already rock-hard nipples. She felt herself spun again and then Tamika's mouth was on her breast sucking her and then lashing her nipple with a strong young tongue. Dee put back her head and howled. She felt her legs quiver a little as the crowd roared again in response. Dollar bills flew through her field of vision. Tamika's hands began to work her belt. The Latina dancer was going to display her prize without limits or restraint. In moments the belt was unfastened and Dee's skirt slid down her legs. For a moment she thought her panties still covered her but then she remembered that they were in Bobo's pocket.

"Oh my God," she moaned. Her mouth was still open as Tamika kissed her again. Their tongues dancing a delicate, complicated dance of discovery. Just as before - except now Dee was naked save for her hold-ups and kitten heels. Just as before - except now Tamika's skilled brown fingers had found wet white pussy and were exploring. Dee gasped - felt her breath transferred to the Latina's mouth. Felt the bond between them.

Tamika was soon shouting into her ear - still barely audible over the booming music and the roaring crowd. "Now you learnin' Teach. Now you know how it is. Seen them rings - both them rings - but when Tamika calls you gonna come runnin. Gata - Mamey - Si." The fingers found their goal and started working Dee's pussy and clit. Shamelessly, blatantly, obvious to every man watching. The white woman was being owned - and they fucking loved it.

Dee felt her legs quiver with lust and immediately Tamika lowered her to the floor in a fluid motion. Dee felt the latina under her and then suddenly they had rolled. Now she felt paper under her body - the currency scattered all over their little stage. Tamika kept rolling her until Dee's legs were up and open. Her bare white pussy exposed and vulnerable for just a second before a hungry brown mouth claimed it.

Tamika was a young woman with skills. Shaka and some of the men she had been with and left her with no complaints in the pussy-eating department. However, it was undeniable that Tamika took things to a whole higher level. Her attentions were detailed and relentless, playing that white pussy like... Fuck, Dee didn't know what it was like - she had NEVER known anything like it. It wasn't subtle. Tamika was aiming on getting her off for the crowd just as soon and as hard as she could. It didn't take long. That pussy had been beautifully primed to explode by the earlier events and now Tamika's tongue on her clit lit the touch-paper. Dee howled and sobbed and frantically clutched at the young dancer's surprisingly powerful body. Tamika just kept working her and forced Dee to keep coming until all there recognised her conquest. Only then did she raise an arm in a new signal.

Bobo was at the rail now and threw two objects onto the stage. Tamika moved quickly - real horny men were good tippers. There was business to be done. A garter was pushed up onto Dee's right leg and then a collar was clipped around her neck. Tamika gave a little tug on the attached leash and then smiled up into Dee's face. A sculpted eyebrow twitched upwards in amusement. Combining business with pleasure was always fun.

Dee was led around the edge of the stage. Money was pushed into her garter while other dark hands reached out to feel her butt or try to get to her pussy. Tamika knew her trade. Dee was always just that little out of reach for hands that didn't offer the required tribute. Hands reaching too far were slapped aside. That wasn't on the agenda tonight.

Finally the circuit was completed and the music dropped. There was a final roar of approval from the crowd as Tamika collected the currency from Dee's garter. That girl never disappointed! As if to confirm it Tamika signalled to Bobo again. As he stepped on stage she gave him Dee's leash. "Best you boys get this cracka bitch home and give her the fuckin' she's needin."

Pops, Malik and Dre formed a little honor guard as they hustled their naked and leashed ex-teacher through the crowd and back out to their ride.

Only in the back seat between Malik and Dre did Dee realise that she was still wearing their collar and heels but that was all she was wearing.

"Enjoy that?" She saw Pops' eyes in the rear-view mirror.

"My clothes...?"

There was a chuckle to her right from Malik. "Only a couple a' minutes to my brotha's place. But you best duck down out of sight." His arm took her shoulder and guided her head down into his lap. Dee wasn't surprised by what she found waiting for her there. Malik had clearly enjoyed their little show! He had pulled down his joggers to let his big Black cock free. She licked and sucked it - giving him all her attention until she felt the vehicle pull to a stop.

The door opened and Malik casually swung her over his shoulder to carry her up to the door.

"Damn son - what you got there?" Dee had a vague impression of a figure seated on the neighbouring stoop. The fizz and flare as he took a drag on his cigarette. Briefly illuminated white hair confirming the slight crack in the voice.

"Entertainment," was Malik's simple answer.

"When she's worn you boys out send her over to me." A cackle of laughter was joined by the deeper laughs of her four young men.

Malik suddenly turned and walked a couple of steps over towards the old man. Dee was shocked - gave a little squirm of protest. Malik's big black hand firmly smacked her behind and drew a squeal. "Behave," he growled. Then his hand rubbed the smooth pale skin of Dee's buttock. "Might be a bit rich for yo' blood Roose. Might have to check yo' bill-fold before you ask to play with this little ho."

Dee felt another hand reach up to stroke her butt and then to gently trace the course of her pussy lips. "Damn," the old man said, "she'd be worth saving up for. That is some fine pussy."

"Give her a smack for being a naughty girl," suggested Dre.

"Think of a lot I'd like to give her - a smack ain't in the running." The old man waved an arm. "Get her indoors before Maisie sees her or I have a fuckin' coronary. Enjoyed meeting her tho." His laugh followed them into Bobo's crib.

***

"You complaining Malik - ain't you already got yo' dick sucked. Put Teach down so she can show us some of them moves like back at the club."

Malik grumbled for a moment and then went to join his friends. Dre gave him a crooked smile and then handed him a freshly rolled joint. "No rush bro' - we got all night - all tomorrow too if needs be." The lighter sparked and Malik took a long drag. He savoured the smoke before nodding his appreciation to his friend. It was the good stuff - not that shit that got sold to college white boys.

Malik and Dre were sat with Pops on the big couch. Bobo handed Dee a beer and then went to sit in the only other chair. Anyone else sitting down would have to go through the open door into the other room and use the big bed waiting there.

"Enjoy yo'self at the club Teach?" Dre had a mischievous smile on his youthful face. These men were so young, almost young enough to be her...

Dee took a long pull on the beer. It would have to be the last of the night. She wanted her wits about her. Not because she distrusted these young men. No - rather she wanted to make sure that she savoured tonight to the maximum, enjoyed every moment to the full.

"Show us them moves Teach." Pops was looking at her. She noticed the intensity of his gaze, then noticed him starting to unbutton his shirt. Her glance moved across to the others - saw they were all waiting too. Four young Black men - four beautiful Black cocks - all for her and all waiting for her.

"You sure you want me to dance?" She gave them a teasing smile. She felt her power as a desirable sexy woman. She wanted to demonstrate that power and she knew just how to do it.

"Fuck yeah," or a variation on that theme was growled out from three mouths. Bobo was the exception - he simply smiled and nodded. His eyes were fixed on her too though, with just the fascination and desire that showed in those of his friends. Dee knew that she had them all - it was simply for her to enjoy now.

"Guess I'd better dance then." She knew what they wanted - had seen and mirrored Tamika's Movements earlier at the club. Now she would repeat them here - with an audience much more up close and personal. She soon realised that it was her first time giving a lap dance but at least it was to a very friendly audience. It saved time that she was already only wearing her heels and her hold-ups.

Dee moved over to Pops. His shirt was off - revealing a muscular broad chest. She ran her hands over the firm dark skin - felt the strength and youth there. She smiled and giggled as she looked into his eyes, showing her approval. Pops reached out a hand to cup her breast. His thumb skilfully toyed with her already hard nipple. Dee leaned forward to give him better access and as she did she felt hands on the tops of her thighs. Then the warm wetness of a tongue at her pussy.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

"Oh yeah," she encouraged and eased her legs apart. Dre didn't need too much of an invitation. He grasped her buttocks firmly and got to work eating white pussy. At the same time Pops mouth moved to Dee's breast. His pink tongue flicking out to work a nipple.

Malik moved forward - his athletic young body naked and ready. His cock already hard and bobbing in front of him as he stepped forward. Her hand found him and her fingers gently grasped the hard shaft. Hard for her, ready for her. Her thoughts were spoken for her by Pops. "Seems we ain't needin' no mo' prelims - time we took this next door. He picked Dee up and took her through the door before gently placing her on the big bed. She quickly got to her knees on the mattress and stretched out her hands for him. He moved forward and her fingers found his belt and worked quickly - undoing first it and then his pants. The tent in his shorts was obvious and gratifying. It seemed her ex-pupils were looking forward to this as much as she was.

The shorts were disposed of and Dee could finally give Pops the attention he so richly deserved. She took him into her mouth and worked her tongue on the thick head of his cock. Her times with Shaka and his friends had given her skills. Malik and Dre both moved forward and were taken in hand. Dee didn't need her hands to keep Pops happy. She nuzzled and licked and worshipped his hard Black shaft. Every second built her excitement and anticipation for what she knew would come next. Skilled fingers found her pussy. She didn't know whose fingers they were and she didn't much care.. Did it matter? They were all her men tonight and she belonged to all of them.

She felt her cheek gently tapped with something hard and warm. She giggled with pleasure again. She was going to be a busy girl tonight! Then she transferred her mouth to Dre's cock - automatically noted the little differences. He wasn't quite as thick but he was just as hard, just as excited to be with her.

She felt her body grasped and moved back on the bed. They were strong fit young men - perfectly capable of manhandling her any way they liked but they were being gentle at the moment. She knew to go with the flow - suddenly felt something beneath her other than the mattress. Hands grasped her hips as she was sat down onto Bobo's eager mouth. That young man had clearly been tutored well on how to eat pussy! His tongue was rapidly seeking out her most sensitive and pleasurable areas.

"Oh fuck..." gasped Dee.

Three of her men laughed in response. "Shame on you Teach using a bad word like that." That was Dre's mocking tone. Bobo couldn't laugh - he was too busy - but he pulled a black hand off her butt and brought it back with a modest but pleasing sound. Pops moved in and soul-kissed her as his friends' hands moved over her body. He eased back and Malik and Dre almost lunged in to take hold of her breasts and work her nipples with their eager tongues. Things were going real well from where Dee was sitting! The familiar building rush of sensations. Familiar now - but only since she had given herself to real men, to Black men.

Again it was as if Pops could read her mind. "You a Black man's woman Teach?" He asked with a confident smile as he looked deep into her eyes.

"Yes," she gasped as her body reacted to another virtuoso series of moves by Bobo's mouth on her pussy.

"Time you proved it," was all Pops said.

Dee felt a moment's disappointment as Bobo moved out from under her. Then she saw the big Black cock standing up hard against his muscular torso. It looked so beautiful. She got on her hands and knees and went to him. She took hold of his cock and gave herself a second to thrill at the contrast between her pale fingers and the jet-Black skin of his shaft. She knew just how good it would look as it slid into her pussy, as it claimed its prize. She felt a strong wave of sexual desire surge through her. She knew she was ready for them and ready to do anything for them.

The bed shifted again. Once more she felt fingers at her opening. She knew that now she needed more than that.

"Fuck me - I need you to fuck me," she moaned and then moved her mouth back around Bobo's hard cock. His hand came up to smooth her hair away from her face.

"Yeah - thass right. Give Teach what she's needing."

She was wet and ready for them. Pops' first touch had tod him that and now he moved forward, lined up his cock and pushed forward. That white pussy was hungry for his nigga dick. Big as he was she seemed to draw him in with a warm velvet grasp. He savoured it for a moment and then began to fuck her.

"Oh fuck yes - do it." She just registered the cocky smile on Bobo's face before she dropped her mouth back onto him.

"You hear the lady - fuck her good," crowed Malik. Dre was just watching, his dark eyes glittering with lust. His hand slowly moving up and down his own cock.

She knew that they'd all been thinking about this moment since the first time she walked into that room to meet them. At first just fantasising about it, then wondering if it could happen and then realising that she wanted it as much as they did. Weeks of anticipation and desire. Weeks of it - and she would be reaping all the rewards tonight. She moaned her pleasure and then got back to what she was there for, sucking and fucking her beautiful young Black men.

"Yeah - thass it - thass real good." It seemed Pops was enjoying it as much as she was. It felt like her pussy was made for taking his big Black cock. She felt his fingers as he held her hips and gently pushed forward and down. She knew what he wanted and arched her back a little.

"Fuck yeah - you got a fine booty for a white girl, Teach." His hand slapped her butt again. Dee smiled to herself as she continued to suck Bobo's cock. Seemed all those exercises really were paying off!

Pops pushed home a few more times and then she felt him withdraw. She almost unconsciously waggled her butt to get him to resume. Instead she felt another slap on her butt.

"Hold still Teach, let me get myself some of this fly pussy." It'd only registered with her that it was Malik's voice when she felt his hard cock push home. She shuddered and moaned at the intensity of it.

"Dre come get yo'self some of this. Teach has got some skills." The smaller man joined Bobo as they both knelt in front of her. Dee swapped her attentions between the two, always gently stroking one as she savoured and paid tribute to the other with her warm mouth and tongue. Pops slid a hand under her body to reach for and play with her erect nipples.

Sensations were coming at her from every angle. Malik wasn't holding back. He was fucking her with a determined and strong rhythmn. Her body was shifting forward and backwards onto the cock in her mouth and into the straying hands of Pops and Bobo. She felt a hand grip her hair.

"Don't be pulling back off that cock Teach, you know what you're here for." She knew alright. She was here to give pleasure and be pleasured, to fuck and be fucked. Four strong fit virile young men and with herself as the sole source of their attention. It was shockingly intense, undeniably resonant with her rediscovered sexuality. Pulses of joy and desire surging into the pleasure centre of her brain. Merely the situation, just knowing where she was and who she was with, might just have been enough. However, her young men were performing skilfully, manipulating her and using her just as her body craved. She was theirs and she wanted nothing more in the whole wide world.

There was another momentary pause behind her as Bobo and Malik switched places. A third hard Black cock pushed home into her hungry pussy as she concentrated on giving the best possible head to her ex-students. Bobo wasn't hanging around. He fucked her hard and fast, left her gasping and moaning and hanging on to both the cocks in front of her as her orgasm surged through her body.

"Hey bro - ease off. We getting some bomb head here." Dre was laughing as he chided his friend but Bobo eased a little and let her regain her equilibrium and resume her sucking of him and Malik.

Again a Black hand playfully slapped the pale mound of her buttock. "Teach was needing a little more. Gotta give prime pussy like this what she's needin'." He slapped her butt again and then pulled out as if satisfied by her reaction to him. Dre was replaced by Pops in front of her and soon Dee felt the fourth strong young cock of the night push its way into her body.

Dre began slowly moving his Black cock in and out of Dee's pussy with his strong fingers firmly gripping her butt. He didn't stay low key for long however - maybe he'd taken note of Bobo's comments. Soon he got into his rhythmn, his mouth firm and intent as he put all his effort into fucking Dee as hard and as deep as he possibly could. He was a small man but wiry and muscular. Keeping his left hand on her butt he moved his right up to the middle of her back and began to push down.

His friends eased back, aware that things had stepped up a notch. Dee gave a groan of lust, unable to concentrate on anything but he potent Black cock powering in and out of her pussy. Her arms buckled and her head went down to the bed pushed by Dre's insistent right hand. Dre was the smallest of the young men but he was wiry and strong nonetheless. He was in charge, taking what he desired, establishing his sexual power over his beautiful ex-teacher.

"Oh fuck yes, fuck me - fuck me..." Dee's gabbled words weren't an order or an instruction nor even a request, they were a desperate plea. A cry of need from a woman who had been neglected by her white husband for far too long. Dre heard it and, his mouth set in a smile of triumph, powered on.

It was what Dee needed. Her body reacted to her young lover's insistent thrusts. She moaned and gasped her pleasure. Now only Dre's strong arms were holding her up and he decided to change things up again. With a firm movement he pulled out and turned Dee over. Then almost before she had caught her breath his body had moved up over her and his hard Black cock was back in her.

Now she could see his young intent face, his eyes holding hers with confident ease. He and his friends could see Dee's flushed cheeks, her sparking eyes, her nipples hard and erect, all the signs of her pleasure and need. She moaned her desire again as Dre got back into his relentless hard pounding rythmn. It wasn't subtle but it was just what she needed at that moment. She found herself almost sobbing, almost losing control.

"That white boy at home ever fuck you like that," laughed Pops.

She didn't answer. They all knew the answer already. That was why she was here. No white man could ever reproduce that addictive surge of joy she felt at being so wanted and desired by a real man, a Black man. Her man Shaka was the ultimate alpha but she'd come to understand why he allowed and encouraged her to 'play'. With these young men or a stranger at the club or with Bill over at his store. She wasn't just Shaka's woman she was a white woman for Black men, a Queen of Spades. She felt another surge of desire through every part of her as Dre continued to fuck her. The young man was doing all he could to please her and he was succeeding wonderfully.

Suddenly she saw his mouth tense and knew he was about to come. He pulled out and moved up her body. It caught her by surprise - she was so used to her men wanting to seed her as deep as they could. Before she knew it Dre was laying down five heavy spurts of his cum across her face. "Hey," she said in almost-mock protest. Fortunately she managed to close her eyes just in time but no thanks to young Dre! Even as Dee carefully wiped the cum from her eyelid she felt the next big Black cock nuzzling its way into her pussy. Her young men weren't hanging around.

This time it was Malik - setting a heavy rolling rhythmn of thrusts. Dee finally got to open her eyes again and saw his handsome young face as well as the tattoos on his arms. They weren't artistic designs like those on Shaka or Izeye. These were rough, maybe homemade efforts. Marks of this young man's background, his years behind bars. She moved her eyes back up to his - saw the satisfaction and the pleasure in them. Felt her own body react to his pleasure and his desire for her. So many foolish people would say she was being degraded. Dee knew better - she was being privileged. Malik moved down onto her and his lips found the gentle skin of her neck. She felt the suction there and knew he was marking her, marking her deliberately so that his friends and her husband would see.

Dee yelled her orgasm and her pussy tensed on Malik's thrusting cock. It was enough for him and he barely pulled out before laying a heavy load of his seed across her belly and tits.

Malik moved aside and Pops was immediately on her and in her. Restoring the heavy fast pounding that his two friends had set as the tempo.

"Oh God yes - FUCK MMEEEEEEE..." Dee howled into the night. Dre and Malik looked at each other and smiled. Teach was learning something tonight! Bobo saw lights on the window and moved across to check round the curtain. He moved across to the door.

Dee hadn't had time to come down from her last orgasm before Pops had set her sexual intensity building rapidly again. He had instinctively known what she needed. This wasn't a romantic evening, all five of them were there to fuck. To use each other for their mutual pleasure. Malik and Dre were sharing another joint having got their nut. Now it was Pop's turn. She saw beads of sweat emerging on his forehead - suddenly tasted salt as a drop splashed down onto her face. She savoured the taste - knew what she wanted to happen next.

"Don't waste yours Pops - I want to taste you."

She saw Pops' lips tense as he considered the prospect. Then he was moving fast - pulling his big dick, slick with her juices, out of her pussy and moving up to put it in her mouth. Her lips closed around him and she momentarily tasted herself on him before his cock erupted into her mouth. She struggled to stop herself gagging on his thick load. However, she'd had plenty of practice now and handled him with skills many a pro would have envied She winked up at Pops as he gasped and whooped his satisfaction.

The room was warm with body-heat and Dee felt the cool air rush in as Bobo opened the outside door. Dee just kept cleaning up Pops cock - well what else was she supposed to do. Her young men had arranged the evening and it seemed it wasn't over yet.

"Where's my cracka bitch at?" came a familiar voice. Tamika strode into the room leading Bobo by his hard Black cock. The only one not to have come so far tonight. "Oh my - our fine refined lady Teach is looking a real mess ain't she." Her tone was mocking but not serious. She moved up and shared a long kiss with Dee, unfazed by the cum on the latter's face and in her mouth.

She'd already dropped her coat by the door and now she stripped off a tight T-shirt that proudly proclaimed her Boricua heritage. Her big firm breasts were immediately revealed, nudity was hardly an issue for Tamika!

"You enjoyed?" she asked with a crafty leer on her beautiful face. "But you have left the best till last."

"Hey," laughed Pops as he rolled his own post-fuck joint.

Tamika stared him down playfully. "Oh yes, my man knows what a white woman like Teach really needs and desires. Isn't that right?" The last sentance addressed to Bobo. "Time to fuck her and give her what she came for."

Her small brown hand was stroking his big Black cock but her man didn't need the encouragement. His shaft was standing proud and hard. Tamika kissed him, their tongues meeting and moving together before she broke the contact. "Now show them..." she ordered as she looked into her lover's eyes.

Bobo had hardly needed the permission or the encouragement. He'd been planning on fucking Teach from the first moment he'd set eyes on her. Classy white MILF like that - she DESERVED what he was supplying. He moved up and rubbed the broad head of his shaft up and down her pussy lips.

"How 'bout it Teach - you ready for one more."

"Don't tease me - fuck me. I need it."

"I know you do." The words were a simple statement of fact. Made just as Bobo pushed his big Black cock home into her. Dee felt her pussy accept him, rejoiced in the feelings he could create in her. The stimulus of his big cock as it claimed her inch by inch, the power of those words spoken as he had taken possession of her. She shuddered a little with lust and then felt a new sensation.

Tamika was licking Dee's right breast and then teasing her nipple with her tongue. Her brown fingers moved out to grasp the erect flesh. Dee gasped at the pain and the pleasure of it, all just a cherry on top of the full-cream sundae of Bobo's fucking.

"If I know Shaka he'll have asked you to get something done with these. Yes?"

"Oh God,,,," Dee couldn't really frame her thoughts to answer coherently.

Tamika smiled and then moved back to sucking and kissing Dee's hard nipples. Her head moving with each heavy thrust of her boyfriend's bare Black cock into the white woman's cunt. Bobo's three friends were watching silently, taking an occasional deep drag from a joint. The room was heating up again, its soundtrack the gasps and whimpers and moans of a mature white woman being taken again and again to the very heights of her sexual experience.

Tamika's skilled mouth almost reluctantly left Dee's breasts. Her boyfriend's hands moved up Dee's body to grasp them. His thumbs worked her nipples, still wet with his girlfriend's saliva and hard with lust.

Tamika nodded to Bobo and the young man began fucking Dee hard. She almost bucked out of his grip her orgasm was so strong but his Black fingers had a firm grip and Dee wasn't going to be going anywhere until he had got his nut.

Tamika waited until Dee was recovering a little, until her shining eyes were open and focusing once more. Then she moved up close to the white woman, her beautiful brown face filling Dee's vision.

"The hoops are nice white girl but they don't make you a Black man's woman. You show that with these," she moved and again pinched Dee's nipples, "and with this." Tamika moved her brown hand down to lie on Dee's belly. "You on the pill white girl?"

There was a low murmur from the watching men. They recognised that the Latina was taking things up a notch.

"Yes - I'm.... sorry." The words were out of her mouth before her brain had really registered their meaning. She was operating on the purest sexual instinct now. The battle that had been raging within her over the last few months had left her in no doubt what her choice would be if all only depended on her. Now she had articulated it for the first time.

"NO need to be sorry," Tamika's tone was matter-of-fact as is merely stating an obvious fact, "you just need to be dumping them..." She paused a moment and then said what both women knew was coming next, "...but only after you've earned that extra ice from Shaka." To punctuate the point she moved her strong fingers to Dee's left nipple and gently pinched it. The white woman moaned, a moan of desire and almost despair. Tamika had set it all out so clearly - so bluntly. She had to end all sexual activity with her husband and then she had to go off the pill. It was the logical, no the only possible, next step in her progression as Shaka's woman, as a Black man's woman.

Tamika smiled at the flush in the white woman's cheeks - knew that the message planted in Teach's mind would grow and flourish and bear fruit. "My man knows how to treat a white woman. Show her Bobo."

"Fuck yeah. At last." Bobo gritted his teeth and moved his fucking into a new gear. Long powerful rolling thrusts that seemed to hit every pleasure centre in Dee's hungry white pussy.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

Tamika was back with her and their lips met before she felt the Latina's tongue enter her mouth. They shared the moment as both heard Bobo grunt and cum in six heavy spurts of potent rich African-DNA charged Black seed deep into Dee's cunt.

"You see - my man knows what to do with a white woman. You tease them and then please them and then breed them. Ain't that right Teach?"

Dee shuddered out her climax - gripping the mattress under her and wailing her surrender.

Bobo nodded and finally withdrew his now semi-hard cock from her pussy. Traces of his seed showed at her pussy, testament to the heavy load he had given her. Dee lay back on the bed and tried to gather her senses.

As she lay there panting she saw two no three hard Black cocks come to surround her. Their little show had clearly done the job of recharging Bobo's friends. It was going to be a long night. Tamika winked at her and then began sucking Pops. Dee took a deep breath and then moved up to take hold of the two remaining remorselessly hard Black cocks. Tamika giggled as she saw Dee begin to suck Dre once more.

***

It seemed odd to park so close to home. The other vehicle pulled in behind them. Bobo had already moved onto the back seat of the Odyssey after arranging them to give himself as much room as possible. With a swift movement he undid his belt and dropped his pants round his ankles. He hadn't bothered with shorts and his hard Black cock stood proudly. Quite a sight for anyone watching in this quiet suburb.

Which reminded Dee - they had to do this fast. That really was all that came into her head - there was not one moment of consideration as to whether it should be done at all. Tamika had suggested and Bobo had approved From that moment there had been no question of denying them in Dee's mind.

She quickly got into the back seat with Bobo and straddled him. She reached down for that beautiful cock, lined it up and then eased herself down onto him. Savoured the feeling of her young man in her once again. Some things would never get old and the sight of his cock pushing home into her was one of those things. Dee got to work moving herself up and down on his cock. Her breath already catching in her throat, the excitement already gripping every part of her.

Tamika was a savant. She had known just what Dee needed. Not to drive home alone as she so often had. Not to almost imperceptibly change from Black man's woman to a suburban soccer mom as the miles rolled by. No, Tamika had understood what she needed. No more denying herself, even if that meant no more safe zones. She wasn't leaving the temptation behind this time. Instead, he had ridden beside her all the way home, well bar that last couple of hundred yards. Now, so close to home he was in her and she was fucking him. Once more eager and needy for his potent Black seed.

Each of the other three men had followed Bobo's lead last night. Each had fucked her and planted their second load of seed as deep in her as they could, each encouraged by the teasing tones of the beautiful Latina stripper. Each perhaps imagining or hoping that she HAD already dumped those pills. Had come to them, as Tamika had suggested, horny and fertile and ready to be knocked up. She had been left sated and exhausted. Bobo had not fucked her a second time. Instead he had saved his load for this morning at his girlfriend's suggestion. Ready to be pumped into Dee's pussy on almost her own doorstep. So when she walked into her suburban home she would have fresh Black seed in her When she kissed her husband in greeting...

The scenario had captured her and now she worked hard to make it complete. She felt his hand on her side while the other pushed into her blouse. A button popped off and he gained access. His fingers working her breast and his palm exploiting her sensitive nipple. All the time she kept moving up and down on him, feeling that hard young cock claim her pussy. She needed to moan and when her mouth opened he pushed his onto hers. Still she felt his hand holding her side making sure that she wasn't going anywhere until she had completed her task. She thrilled to that realisation. A young handsome Black man, one with a girl as hot as Tamika, but he still wanted her, still desired her. The adrenaline surge hit her, endorphins raced through her body, she became almost frantic in her fucking.

Bobo had been watching. He knew it was his time. He held her hard and began to move his hips, pushing up into her in perfect synchronicity with her movements. For maybe that minute their two bodies truely did become one. He saw her eyes widen, her cheeks flush and her mouth gasp for air again. He knew that the moment had come. He laid down ten quick hard strokes and then came deeply inside her. She felt it and almost sobbed her joy and excitement. His fingers locked in her hair and held her still for his hard deep kiss.

Then he released her and gently lifted her off him. His cock, its work for the moment done, slid out of her followed by a string of his baby-making seed.

"Don't matter," the young man said confidently, "there's still plenty in there." His lively brown eyes were locked on hers and he nodded. He knew that the message had got through. His ex-Teacher had learned the lesson he had his girl and his friends had been putting out there. There was no way back for her. No white man could ever give her what Bobo had just given her, no white man could ever make her feel like she did now.

He gave her a confident smile and then gestured downwards. That was a lesson Dee had learned long ago. She lovingly cleaned his cock with her mouth - got him ready to walk back to his own vehicle and join Tamika for the drive back to the capital.

***

"That you Dee?"

Her husband David's voice was almost drowned out by the sound of the midday game on the TV. He didn't come to greet her or to give her a kiss. Even the question was purely routine. He'd have seen the minivan pull up and so he was perfectly well aware of who it was. He certainly didn't feel the need to move his butt.

Which was just as well. She had done her best in her hand-mirror but it had really only confirmed that she looked like what she was - a woman who had just been vigorously, gloriously and beautifully fucked! The missing button on her blouse didn't help much and she was aware of the feeling of her young Black lover's seed on her thigh. She needed to get cleaned up and fast!

As she showered she remembered Bobo's last words to her. "Real nice around here." She realised the sub-text. She had just put it all at risk and not for the first time. She shook her head as she soaped her body. He was a smart young man but he didn't understand everything. She would give her comfortable life up in a moment if the alternative was going back to how she had been, again having to stifle her true self. The water was the perfect temperature but she still felt a little shiver run through her. Was she hiding from the truth when she still only framed that as a possibility? Didn't she need to recognise that it wasn't even a probability - that the time WAS coming. She needed to make her arrangements and be ready - just as Bill had advised.

HR

David sat in the little office at Dominion Power. What a waste of time this sort of thing was. Psychological assessment - who needed it? Didn't he do his job perfectly well? How did any of this crap tell anyone anything one way or the other?

It did have its compensations however, at least today. The woman conducting the test looked amazing. The sort you only normally saw at a fashion show in Milan. He snuck a few more furtive glances at her while she was completing her notes in a writing pad held on her knee.

David felt a stirring in his groin. He was getting hard as he admired the psychologist's legs. He would have felt embarrassed but it wasn't entirely his fault. It had been weeks since he had had sex. He'd raised the idea a couple of times at home but Dee had said she was tired or had a headache. No wonder he was a bit revved up. His wife had only herself to blame if he started looking at other women.

He told himself that but he knew that he didn't need any excuse to find this woman attractive. Long blonde hair, perfect skin, high cheek-bones and piercing blue-grey eyes. She was stunning, a truly beautiful mature woman. He was still contemplating her when she suddenly looked up.

He almost froze in his seat. He felt like a naughty college-boy caught peeking in a test. Except that this could be much more serious. Sexual harassment claims or worse. His heart seemed to stop.

The woman smiled at him in an assured confident way. He had to be careful not to let out too obvious a sigh of relief. She hadn't noticed him ogling her. Guess that showed she wasn't too much of a psychologist! The woman's eyes dropped back to her pad. She had shifted position a little and now David realised he could see right down the front of her jacket and blouse. There was a glimpse of perfect cleavage. He tried to resist but he couldn't help it. As he looked he felt his cock get harder in his pants.

"Your work record is excellent." Again he heard that little clipped accent coming through when she spoke. Was she an Australian or a New Zealander? Something like that. "But, of course, work isn't everything. It's very important that all is right at home as well"

He looked into those intelligent blue-grey eyes. She was showing such concern, such empathy, with every move of her facial expression and her body language. He wondered if he should say something. Immediately he bridled against the idea. It was his personal business - nothing to do with Dominion Power.

"I've felt it since I came into the room. Sensed that there is something on your mind. Since it's clearly not a problem at work then I have to assume that there is an issue at home."

For a moment David had feared that she would tell him what HAD been on his mind. How much he wanted to take her, lay her over that couch and... That would be a disaster - he needed to take this down another route. Play for time. How do you mean, Doctor, err..."

"Please call me Linda." Her smile was open and giving and generous. "Our domestic arrangements are so often the most complicated aspect of our lives. Our relationships with our children, our relationship with our spouse. Is everything alright at home - no unexpected changes?" She asked in the tones of an old friend, her gentle smile one of concern for his welfare.

"Well my wife..." David's voice trailed off. "She has a new job and it keeps her away from home at times." He thought about going on but found he couldn't. It went totally against the grain to discuss such things with a stranger,

Linda focussed a look of total empathy and compassion onto him. "I know how difficult it is for a strong self-reliant man like you to discuss issues like his. Perhaps we should schedule another meeting - after you've had time to consider what issues you feel comfortable to address. I can tell that there ARE issues there. As a company I know that Dominion Power are particularly minded to address such matters. Especially in staff holding positions of key importance - or who are being considered for them."

David felt his heart beat a little faster. Was that what this was all about? Promotion? He'd been amazed when he'd been picked to take on this new job in Ireton. Was it going to happen again?

Linda gathered up her notebook and pens into her briefcase. "I'll schedule another session for two weeks time. Consider what I said won't you." She flashed him a dazzlingly perfect smile.

David's head was in confusion. What should he do? Wasn't it safest to say nothing?

Linda's smile remained warm and friendly. "Domestic issues can be such a concern. At certain levels of responsibility it is so important that there be a stable background for key staff. As well, of course, as a candid transparency where any problems exist." She smiled and rose from her chair. "These things can generally be sorted out and a friend can often see the way forward so much more clearly." Her smile was even more dazzling and her eyes even more engaging.

David stood and shook hands with her before he went back to his office. His head was in a whirl. Meantime, Linda started the drive back to the Capital and her husband Shaka with a smile on her face. It was always so instructive to see someone like David in person. She doubted he'd be too much of a problem.

Taking a Friend Shopping

"What do you think? Too obvious?" Anna held up the T-shirt with a 'Breed Me Black' logo on it.

Dee covered her mouth with her hand and giggled. "You think!... Where did you find all this stuff?"

The two women were in Anna's walk-in wardrobe where there were racks of clothing of all sorts along with sections for footwear, lingerie and accessories.

"Kent finds most of it. To be honest I couldn't ever wear this one out in public. Strictly for in-house wear only. He's only got to see something like this on me..." She tapped the T-shirt and let the sentence go unfinished.

Once again Dee marvelled at her friend's relationship with her husband. Even that last statement had been very loaded. For most couples it would symbolise that they had sex. Here not so much. Kent and Anna were in a cuckold relationship - they had been ever since the moment Dee had seen Kent sign his wife over to her Black master Izeye. Dee still couldn't say that she quite understood their relationship but it seemed to work for them. She couldn't help feeling a certain jealousy for Anna's ability to live her life and express her desires so openly.

Echoing her thoughts Anna held up another T-shirt. A huge Queen of Spades logo on the front and rear. "Now this one I've worn out with Izeye. Its such fun to see who gets the message." She laughed at the memory.

Dee could just imagine it. Anna was pretty much her own height and a similar build with blonde shoulder-length hair and green eyes. She was twenty-five and beautiful. Dee knew how good she and Izeye looked together - it really shouldn't have taken a T-shirt for anyone seeing them to know what the score was.

"What do you think he will like me in? Perhaps this?" Anna tried on the top and did up the front plastic zip just over half way. It hugged her curves and showed off an impressive cleavage.

Oh there wasn't much doubt that he would just love that! Anna had already selected her skirt. Tight but not too tight, short but not too short. It showcased a beautiful young woman without being TOO blatant. In other words it hit just the right note for the intended audience.

"Naturally it'll be the hoops." Anna checked out her make-up as she inserted her big golden ear-rings. "I thought about an anklet but do you think he might prefer these. I just love them."

They were amazing. High-heeled suede boots that Anna pulled on and then zipped up. They were tight to her beautifully-proportioned legs and extended up beyond her knee. She strutted a few steps and Dee saw the tantalising flash of pale skin between the top of the boots and the bottom of the skirt. Almost as attention-grabbing as the vibrant scarlet soles that showed every time Anna took a step. Her friend looked at her with a cheeky smile. "I've got a black pair too. You're my size. Want to try them on?"

Dee knew those were several hundred dollars worth of footwear and they were in a rack of similar designer products. "Does Kent get you all these?"

"Of course - he likes me to look good for my men."

Dee just raised her eyebrows and smiled. It was alright for some! It wouldn't be right for her but who was she to be judgmental. Kent's business was very successful and he could easily afford it. Who knows maybe he wrote it all off on his taxes!

"Seriously Dee - they would look amazing with that outfit."

Dee had stuck to what she knew worked. Dark tones, classy and sophisticated but with an underlying sexiness. She normally wore her heels with them but, well, it wouldn't hurt to experiment.

Anna pulled a box out of the bottom of her wardrobe. "I'd got them for something else but as soon as I saw you today I just knew that they would go amazingly with that outfit." She undid the box and removed the wrapping. They were brand new and black versions of Anna's own.

"Won't your husband mind?"

Anna giggled. "Oh believe me he won't complain so long as he gets to see you in them and he knows that its all in a good cause" She giggled again and Dee couldn't help joining her.

The boots were top of the line. Hand-stitched and shaped expertly to hug the line of her calf as she zipped them up. They felt amazing and a glance in the mirror told her that Anna had been right. They gave a new dimension to her whole outfit and they made her FEEL sexier as well as look it.

***

"We're about ready to go honey. How do you think we look?"

"Oh wow..." Kent's eyes were almost bugging out of his head. His eyes darted over his wife and then stopped on Dee's legs. "Those boots..."

"Don't they look amazing on her. I think our men are going to love her in them - don't you honey?"

Kent swallowed hard and a flush came to his cheeks. Dee knew that he was imagining her with a Black man. Just as he imagined his wife with Black men. It was a strange feeling - a man exploring his lust through her but at second-hand. Kent finally tore his eyes away from the boots and back to her face. His eyes were flashing with lust - desire which he had to know could never be satiated. It was extraordinary but it seemed to work for him and Anna.

"Dee is going to wow him - which is just as well isn't it..."

Kent gave a flick of his eyebrows and then inclined his head. Dee waited for a clue as to what they were talking about.

"Hmmnn - a typical man. Well it isn't so simple as you seem to think. Get them and show me."

Kent moved across to a draw in his work-desk. He produced a set of stringed beads, looking like a rosary to the uninitiated. Dee knew they weren't a rosary. She'd been there when Izeye had presented it to the couple. The coloured beads represented a woman's cycle of fertility.

"Now where are we?"

Kent held up the beads and touched the indicator band.

"Oh honey, you see why I have to be SO careful. If you had your way you know what would end up happening..."

Dee saw a flush come to Kent's pudgy cheeks. His eyes were fixed on his young wife with an almost desperate intensity.

"I ... I understand - I meant what I said...."

Anna gave him a kiss on the lips. "I know honey. But it's still such a big step." She reached for the silver chain around her neck. On its end was a small silver key. "Anyway we have to be off soon so we'd better get you ready."

Kent undid his pants and let them drop. Then Anna pulled down his underpants and used the key to unlock her husband's cock cage. As the device came off Kent gasped and his pink penis, a respectable six inches, was freed and immediately grew semi-hard.

Anna playfully gestured at it. "Seems something has got you excited Kent. I'd like to help but you know that we can't be keeping Dee's friend waiting. I'm looking forward to meeting him so much."

Again that almost feverish look of lust and desire came into Kent's eyes as he looked at his beautiful wife.. He opened his mouth as if to say something but apparently couldn't find the words.

Anna smiled an inexpressibly tender smile and kissed him again. "I know honey - but I have to be sure."

Kent gave a weak smile in return and then nodded his head.

"Be sure to watch your messages..."

***

They parked around the back of the closed store. Anna took her phone and recorded a video of the surrounding buildings and then recorded Dee as she rang the bell on the back door.

The two women shared a glance as they waited. Dee knew her friend had to be nervous and flashed her a reassuring smile. Anna gave a little shrug and smiled back. Then the younger woman froze momentarily as she heard the dead-bolts being drawn inside. It was about to be the point of no return.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

The door opened and he was there. Still in his work clothes, his belly stretching out his shirt. His eyes seemed to shine as he saw Dee. "Hey baby," was all he could say before she was in his arms and kissing him long and deep. Well aware that Anna was still recording with her phone.

Anna had taken position a little to the side and Dee couldn't help but be pleased that Bill's attention had been fully on her from the moment that he had opened the door. That was one reason why she was here - why all of this had happened - these men gave her what she wanted and needed, so unlike her husband.

"Daddy - I've brought a friend who wants to watch."

Bill's mouth tightened and his whole frame seemed to stiffen. "If it's your husband then he can fuck off home. I ain't no performing..." His voice trailed off as he turned his head and caught a sight of Anna. "Damn," he said softly.

Anna, having sent her video to Kent, put her phone in her bag. "I can wait in the car if you like."

"Now let's not be hasty." Bill's eyes roamed over Anna from head to toe, taking in every inch of her. They finished looking down the inviting cleavage left exposed by her zip-up top. Dee smiled to herself again - she hadn't been wrong in approving that certain item of clothing. Not that it had required any particular clairvoyance!

"I can stay then?" Anna was smiling too now, her momentary nerves gone and her confidence boosted by his obvious desire for her. Dee knew that feeling - knew how good it could be, how dangerous too.

"Anna only wants to watch." Dee thought she might be reminding Anna as much as Bill.

"You been with a Black man girl?" Bill's tone showed that Dee's reminder hadn't annoyed him - just made him curious.

"Yes, errr...."

"I call him Daddy." Dee's mischievous remark was made almost before she had formulated the thought. Bill was old enough to be Anna's daddy - and if Anna didn't watch out by tonight he might be her baby-daddy. She felt heat rush through her at the thought. Not that it was a new one. Bringing her younger friend to her new Black man was exciting enough but she had always had in the back of her mind the fact that Anna would be fertile and unprotected when she brought her to Bill.

"Yes Daddy." Anna's cheeks blushed alluringly as she completed her answer. Dee knew how much Bill would love that.

"See your rings girl - your husband a white boy? He know where his cute little hotwife is at?" Bill's eyes were fixed on Anna's now - she had got his interest alright.

"He's white and he knows. Starting out was his idea but I caught up quick. Now I make sure," she held out the small silver key on its chain, "that I'm Black-only."

Bill raised his eyebrows and slightly shook his head in disbelief. "That's some freaky shit. Still if he's fool enough to let you out of his sight then it ain't for me to judge. If you was mine I'd be keeping you REAL close." He paused and again drank in the sight of the blush on Anna's cheeks. "So if you're blacked why you only watching today. I can call a friend to come over for ya." He put his arm out and around Dee's waist.

Dee caught the inference. Bill was obviously very interested in Anna but she'd have to settle for his friend. He already had his girl for the afternoon. She moved her hand up to meet his at her waist.

"I have to be careful today. I'm not on ... you know." Anna suddenly seemed nervous.

"I ain't no psychic. I don't know. You got to tell me."

Dee suddenly realised that Bill was teasing her friend - he knew what she was trying to say. He just wanted her to say it out loud. She also knew that Anna had learned the same lesson from Izeye that she had learned from Shaka. A white woman who came to a place like this fertile and unprotected, who proclaimed as much, knew what the consequences could be, almost certainly would be. She was fair game if she chose to play.

"I'm not on the pill - and it's my most fertile time Bill." Anna's vice was suddenly sharper and clearer, her nerves dissipating as she began to play along with Bill.

"Call me Daddy white girl. So you primed - that why you only want to watch?"

Anna swallowed. "Yes, um, Daddy. Friends have told me sex is much better when you are, um, fertile. I thought if I came and watched I could find out."

"More direct way of finding out - but I'll respect that." He turned to Dee. "You girls go up to the flat - while I make it secure here. Won't be a couple of minutes."

Anna reached into her bag and pulled out her phone. "Will you film us going up there Daddy - to send to Kent."

Bill chuckled and took the phone. He turned on the camera and then put his hand in front of the lens and made a waving gesture. Then he spoke softly into the microphone as he filmed the two women going upstairs.

"How's it going Kent? For me its going real good. Just promised to get even better with that cute little wife of yours as a bonus on my regular Sunday treat. Tell you now - if you ain't ready and prepared to be raising her Black babies then you best reconsider your lifestyle. Might be you'll still have time for that. After all she's only watching today ain't she? What do you think? You think she'll just settle for watching? You seen that look in her eye that I seen today? She ever been that horny for you Kent? Looks like this old nigga got you beat boy!" He chuckled and then shut off the camera before turning to lock and bar the door.

Upstairs

They moved up into the long store-room that Bill made double as his rest area. Also as his recreation room on Sundays. The couch had been pulled out ready - as usual a low slightly dilapidated armchair sat just opposite it.

Anna's eyes were everywhere - this was new to her. It certainly wasn't a five-star hotel suite. It wasn't dirty but it was crowded. Shelving and boxes of stock lined the walls.

Dee's eyes had gone to the picture frames attached to two of the three shelving uprights. She moved to the first and looked closely at it. Two tall strong young men looked confidently out into the camera, one of them in his football jersey. Between them were three girls in their college uniforms. Their hair styles and dress suggested the photo was about twenty years old. On the next upright was a photograph of two more young girls, much lighter-skinned. It was a more recent photo, but still maybe ten years old. Dee knew they were Bill's daughters with Paulina, his Latina girlfriend.

Anna was behind her now and also examining the pictures. "What was in the third frame?" she asked. Dee only now noticed the third upright also had a frame. It hadn't been there the week before. It was empty. She felt a sudden thrill go through her as she realised that it wasn't empty - it was just waiting to be filled.

They heard Bill close the door at the top of the stairs and then he was in the room and offering the phone to Anna, his eyes once more plumbing the depths of her impressive cleavage. "You best take that," he gestured in the direction of the battered armchair, "while you there you safely out of bounds." He paused and then repeated - his eyes moving up to hers. "While you there - you understand."

Anna nodded and took the phone. "Can I record any more?"

"Shit I don't care - just try to keep my face to a minimum. I ain't shy but I work at a church!" He gave another low belly laugh and then turned to take Dee's face in his big dark hands. He moved his mouth to hers and began to kiss her - claiming her as he had done each of the last four Sunday afternoons. They sank down to the sofa only vaguely aware of Anna moving across to the armchair.

Bill continued to kiss Dee, their tongues meeting, and his hands moved down to begin unbuttoning her blouse. Dee loved the way he would assert himself - express his desire for her. She heard a murmured voice and hesitated until she realised it was Anna playing the video Bill had shot.

Bill paused in his kiss. "What you think Anna?"

"He'll love it," she replied. Then she sent the video on its way to Kent where he waited at home.

"Didn't ask about him - what you think?"

"I think I'd better stay in this chair."

Bill laughed again, a low rumble. His big Black hands were inside Dee's blouse now. His thumbs toying with her nipples - teasing them erect. He knew what that did to her, how it made her feel. "Now Dee's gonna give you something else to watch Anna. Your friend here has got some mad skills." His hands moved to ease off Dee's blouse and jacket, leaving her breasts naked.

Dee glanced to the chair and saw Anna was filming her. It didn't bother her - she had got used to that by now. She moved off the couch and dropped to her knees between Bill's thighs. One hand went to the bulge which was clearly visible in his pants and then she moved to undo his belt.

She glanced across at Anna again. "So Kent if you want to know the Black man's secret then I can give you a hint. Meanwhile Anna here needs to know why he's called Daddy." She unzipped his pants and eased them down. She knew Anne's eyes were fixed on the large bulge in Bill's shorts, She eased them down and was greeted by a long thick BBC already more than semi-hard. As her fingers touched the warm dark skin she felt it continue to stiffen and grow. "Isn't he beautiful? So strong and powerful." Her hand and her words were doing their work. He was now all the way hard. A strong weapon of Black flesh with two heavy balls hanging below. "Isn't he magnificent? That's why we call this a Big Black Cock - that's why we call it a baby-maker."

She heard the little gasp from Anna. Dee licked up and down the hard shaft, felt Bill's fingers gently entwine themselves in her blonde hair.

"See Anna I'm hearing you saying you're Blacked, how you're the Black man's woman. But Dee here don't need to say it - Dee walks the walk so she don't need to talk the talk no more. Dee here knows how to please her man, how to make him ready for her. That's right ain't it white girl?"

"Yes," and "Yes." The answer came almost simultaneously from the two women. Anna gave a little giggle as Dee held up his heavy ebony shaft and with the other hand gently cupped Bill's balls. She kissed and licked them, worshipped at the altar of his potent masculinity. She got his beautiful cock sloppy with her spit and then used her mouth and hand to please him. After a few minutes she was rewarded with his deep sigh of pleasure.

"Oh yeah - my white girl knows what her Black daddy likes. Good and sloppy. Just right. See she got all the skills of a Black man's woman. What 'bout yo' friend over there Dee - she frontin' or is she a Black man's woman for real?"

Dee paused in her sucking. She was pleased by his approval. "Oh yes - you're a Black man's woman aren't you Anna?" Then her mouth was back on his big Black cock as if she had begrudged even a second away from it.

The younger woman knew that Bill's attention had focused on her and she nervously ran her tongue over her lips. Bill saw the look in her eyes and the blood in her cheeks. He saw the phone had long been abandoned and saw her hand down the front of her skirt.

"Is that so - seen no evidence of it." A smile was on his lips but his look was one of gentle challenge. Dee followed his glance to see her friend still seated. Anna looked on edge, every muscle tensed to move out of the seat. She did not do so however. Instead she seemed to remain poised on the edge of a precipice.

Dee would never be able to say why she did what she did. It just seemed right at the time was the only explanation she could ever have given.

She pulled her mouth off Bill's cock and tapped her own cheek with the rock-hard dark shaft. "Isn't he beautiful?" she mused almost to herself. "Until you are here you can't understood the perfect weight and presence of a real man." She let her eyes meet those of Bill. Her Black lover seemed to understand what she was doing and gave an almost imperceptible nod. "I think you need to come over here Anna. I think you've been wanting to do that ever since you turned up here in that hot little outfit."

Dee didn't turn round. Her eyes were still on her man. She saw his eyes move as he watched Anna rise from her seat. She saw his mouth smile again - this time a broader smile, one of pleasure and triumph. He heaved himself off the couch and stood, a strong masculine presence. His big hard cock demanding attention.

Then Anna was there and kneeling beside Dee. Dee took her hand and brought it to Bill's big hard cock. "You see," she murmured, "how beautiful your hand looks on it. As if it was made to be there, as if this was meant to be. Feel how warm and strong he is. Its telling you all you need to know. That you're with a strong mature black man. Can you feel it - can you feel how potent our man is."

Anna's white hand was stretched round the thickness of his cock and moving slowly up and down. Her eyes were fixed on the dark skin of his shaft. She was taking in every moment of it, savouring it, understanding where this was going to lead.

"Tell me Anna." Dee's voice took on the gentlest trace of her teaching tone.

"Yes," said Anna and then her tongue traced her lower lip.

"You want to go and sit down again or do you want to give our Black Daddy what he deserves?"

Anna didn't reply she just moved forward and took the big dark head of Bill's cock into her mouth. Dee marvelled at the beautiful contrast in their skin tones. "You like that Anna? You like our Daddy's big Black baby-maker?"

Anna hesitated for a moment and then resumed pleasuring him. She glanced up at him and then closed her eyes. It was too late if it was supposed to hide the realities of what was happening here. Bill was indeed a man of experience. He had seen the yearning desire in that glance. He reached a big hand down and took a firm hold on Anna's pony-tail.

"Guess you used to being in charge at home. Got that white boy husband of yours on a short rope. Well you ain't at home now. You know that don't ya."

Anna nodded and hummed her ascent as she continued to work his strong shaft with her mouth and tongue.

Again Dee just automatically seemed to know what to do. She got up and moved across to the chair where she picked up Anna's phone. It was the work of seconds to begin filming. "Well Kent it seems we've had a little change of plan." Dee spoke as she filmed Anna on her knees worshipping Bill's big Black cock. "You can't blame her tho can you? Given the circumstances I mean." She allowed those words, heavy with meaning, to hang in the air as she continued to film her friend sucking her Black lover's cock.

Anna had kept her eyes closed as she seemed to put her soul into pleasuring the portly Black man stood before her. She kept up a steady rhythmn with mouth and hand - kept her eyes closed as she savoured his taste and the warm texture of his shaft.

Bill's eyes flicked from her over her shoulder to Dee. He gave a small gesture with his hand but Dee immediately knew what he wanted. She moved up behind Anna and reached to pull down the zipper at the front of Anna's top. The cleavage on display seemed to momentarily expand and then the top was being eased off leaving Anna's breasts exposed.

"Fuck yeah," murmured Bill in appreciation. His hand came out to cup her right breast and his thumb skilfully teased her nipple to full erection. Dee felt her own excitement rise - she knew how good Bill could make a woman feel.

With one sleeve removed Anna momentarily hesitated before allowing her top to finally be fully removed from the other. Dee knew why. She had seen that design sketched onto Anna's skin when they had first met. She knew that Anna had spent weeks having the tattoo applied to her arm. That was why Anna had never ventured out when she was fertile before - she had wanted the full design finished first. Or had she been playing for time - giving herself the space to consider her future. Well it hardly mattered now.

Bill's other hand moved and a finger traced the pattern with infinite gentleness as Anna continued to suck his cock. "Only one man I know in the Tri-State can do work like that."

Dee couldn't resist it. "Sends a message doesn't it Daddy."

Bill looked into the green eyes of the beautiful white woman sucking him. "Indeed it does. But is that message for real?"

The message of the tattoo was obvious, blatant. There was a reason Anna had been hesitant to show it. Every line had been an investment in time and pain under the buzzing ink-laden needle. Each played its part in building the single powerful image. A Black man standing behind a White woman with his hands on her hips. The woman looking out at the world defiantly - naked and with her belly showing she was in the eighth or ninth month of her pregnancy. It was immediately obvious to anyone seeing it that the woman who was the image's canvass was also it's subject.

Anna hadn't spoken. She seemed to still be devoting every part of her being to pleasuring his big Black shaft but now her beautiful green eyes were gazing up and fixed onto his.

"You don't regret getting out of your chair do you?" asked Dee.

Anna shook her head - still sucking his cock.

Dee knew she was playing her part in moving the process along, was aware that she was nudging Anna into actions she herself was still hesitant to take. Aware but not guilty or hesitant to continue. She spoke again. "You ready?"

Two words - but their meaning and import were immense. Anna simply stopped sucking and stood before moving to the end of the big old couch. She took a hold on its arm with both hands and eased her feet apart.

"I think you're ready." Bill had hardly spoken before he was moving round behind her. One hand gently held her hip while the other went to her pussy. His fingers brushed their way over her lips and one found her clit with practised ease. Anna gasped.

Dee reached for the phone again. Her other hand found her own pussy as she filmed, entranced by the beauty and magnitude of the moment being played out in front of her. "Tell him," she said in a breathy tone.

Anna's eyes swung round to her, eyes bright with excitement and lust and wonder. They registered the camera but didn't care.

"Tell him what you want, tell him what you need," clarified Dee. It wasn't a suggestion - it was an instruction. She wasn't following any prior plan - all that she was doing just seemed natural, just seemed necessary. She instinctively knew that it was the same for Anna. This needed to happen if they were to truely express themselves.

"I need you to fuck me B..., er, Daddy. I need you to fuck me."

Dee registered that correction and approved. No-one needed to be using Bill's real name. It was soon clear however, that such anonymity wasn't to be universal.

Bill shifted and presented the big head of his cock to Anna's cunt. He stroked the head up and down her entry - teasing her. "Thought you just come to watch Anna. How 'bout yo' husband..."

"Kent" broke in Dee from where she was filming them.

Bill chuckled. "Yeah - knew it was some white boy name. What's he gonna think?"

Anna was almost squirming in front of him now, trying to push herself back onto his cock. However, Bill firmly held her hip and eased his body back out of reach.

"He had his chance - now it's my turn. Pleeaaasseee...."

It was almost a wail of frustration and it was immediately cut short as Bill finally gave her what she so desperately needed. He lined his cock up and pushed it home. A moment's pause and then he half withdrew before thrusting again. "Fuck yeah," he said, "thass some good white pussy." It was warm and wet and receptive to him. Each stroke pushed his cock deeper, each partial withdrawal showed his hard coal-Black shaft already wet with her excitement.

"Yes - Yes - take me Daddy - fuck me - give me it - give we what - I need." Anna was almost chanting a litany of her excitement and desire. Bill responded with a heavy rolling thrust now that he was all the way in - his cock deep in his beautiful new white plaything. After a few moments Anna quietened and the only sound in the room was their breathing and the rhythmic slap of his body against hers.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

Dee moved the camera onto Anna's face. Caught the flush on her pale-skinned cheeks and the almost manic excitement in her eyes. "Look Kent - my Black daddy is fucking your pretty little wife real well. Do you think you've ever made her look like this, ever made her feel like this?"

Anna gave a low moan of sexual desire, almost plaintive in its desperate surrender. Was it the way Bill was fucking her or was it Dee's words? Did it matter? The message was clear enough.

"It seems your lovely wife just couldn't resist him - can you blame her Kent? Even today she couldn't deny herself. Despite ... well, you know."

Bill's deep bass laugh rumbled through the flat. "Tell you something - this is some premium grade white pussy here. You know what makes a pussy premium grade white boy. It's the sort of pussy a real man could fuck a thousand times and never want to pull out. Just plant his seed deep every time."

"Oh God...." wailed Anna. Her legs seemed to buckle and she fell forward onto the arm of the sofa. Bill eased himself out of her and dropped to his knees. He thrust his face into her pussy and began to explore her with his lips and tongue.

Anna moaned and howled as her body twitched, held in position by Bill's strong arms.

Dee pointed the camera at a big Black hand grasping a slender white wrist. She moved the camera up his arm to the tattoo on his arm. The insignia of his old army unit.

"You see Kent - my Black Daddy has done service. He's a real man who has done his bit to protect our country. Doesn't he deserve his reward? Or perhaps it's Anna that will get the reward? You know why I call him Daddy? He's got two sons and five daughters - isn't that right Daddy?"

"So far," Bill stood and gently smacked Anna's butt as she lay over the end of the couch. He moved round and took a seat. Anna shuffled forward and soon her mouth was back on him, now tasting her own pussy on the powerful Black shaft.

"Yeah - thass what I'm talking about. Send that white boy his movie and then get your fine self over here Dee."

She didn't need asking twice. With a few taps she sent the video file on its way to Kent. Then she set down the camera and left it to film.

"Never will understand those husbands of yours - but so long as I'm getting this I ain't complaining," laughed Bill as the two white women competed to please him. "You really in charge at home Anna - you truly call the shots with that white boy of yours?"

Anna just nodded as she licked the head of his cock.

Bill's reply was pleased, reassured. "Well - like I said you ain't at home now." He clicked his fingers. "Get me my pants while my white girl here sucks my d. You're damn good but you could still take lessons from Dee here."

Dee smiled her approval as she licked her Black Daddy's heavy balls. Always nice to get a compliment!

Anna picked up his pants and held them out with a puzzled expression. Bill took them, removed his belt and then tossed the pants away again. He beckoned Anna closer and then wrapped the belt around her neck before gently pulling it tighter and then fastening the buckle. Dee watched as he took a hold on his belt making it an improvised collar and leash on her friend.

"Who you belong to white girl?"

"You Daddy."

"Who that pussy belong to?"

"You Daddy."

"What do you need me to do to that pussy?"

"Fuck it - fuck it good." Anna said quietly, her eyes fixed on his.

"Say it louder white girl - say it like you mean it."

"I need you to fuck me - I need you to own me and fuck me."

"... and ...."

Anna seemed about to say something but then didn't.

Bill's eyes narrowed. "You best go take the camera Anna. Get yourself up and ride my big Black cock Dee."

Dee didn't need asking twice. She got up, straddled him where he sat and then sank herself down onto his long thick cock. "Oh yes," she moaned almost to herself and then began to work herself up and down his hard shaft. His hand came to rest gently on her hips as she rode him, letting her set the pace. She saw Anna with the camera - saw the look on Anna's face. She'd supposedly just come to watch but now it was clear that she wanted to be doing a whole lot more than just watching. Well - tough! For the moment it was Dee's turn to enjoy herself.

"See that - my girl Dee here don't hesitate. She knows to please her man. She's got a premium pussy too - the sort of pussy that just forces a man to nut in her. Fill her up to the brim with potent Black seed. Just like she enjoys. That right Dee?"

Dee was working hard riding his cock but still managed to moan out her assent. She felt Bill's hands tighten on her sides signalling her to ease her efforts. She slowed her motions and rolled her hips a little to keep up the sensations in her pussy.

"Something you need to be doing though ain't there Dee."

She knew what was coming but just kept working her body on his long hard dick and savouring the sensations that only a man like this could give her.

"Yeah - you know what I'm talking about. Need to cut that white boy hubby off so we can get you where you need to be. That's right ain't it."

The rhythmn of her movements was never broken and her response was automatic. "Yes."

"Need to cut him off so you can do what...?" The hefty Black man's voice was tempting and demanding in equal measure.

"Come off the pill." Her response was immediate and clear. As if she had been thinking about it for a long time - understanding where her path might well lead for a long time.

His Black hand moved under her butt and on the next upward movement took her off his cock and left her sat straddling him with his hard Black cock standing up against her belly. She looked down and saw it, Black against her pale skin, reaching up to and beyond her navel. A reminder of how deep he could get into a woman and how much pleasure he could give her.

"It's understood?"

She felt his breath on the back of her neck, felt his hand still holding her side, felt the length of his shaft up against her belly. She looked up and saw Anna's eyes intently watching her. Saw the phone being used to record the moment.

His voice was calm but insistent. "Tell me now. It's understood?"

"Yes...Yes." She rushed to answer him.

"So what you gonna do from now on?"

"I'm going to cut off my husband - never have sex with him."

"Yeah thass a good white girl. Shaka's been too soft with you - that should have been understood from Day One. Well - better late than never. Now you've cut him off what you gonna do?"

She knew what he wanted and what Anna wanted to record her saying. She never for one moment imagined denying them. "I'm going to dump my pills."

"Yeah - first thing you do when you get home. You walk in that bathroom and dump every one of them damned pills down the john. From now on you gonna be fucking like nature intended - raw, unprotected and Black-only. How you gonna be fuckin'?"

"Raw - unprotected - and Black-only."

He lifted her and then eased her back down onto his big Black cock. She felt that wonderful fullness again - that only a few men could give her. She knew she was being rewarded and began moving herself up and down on him again. As she did so she felt his breath on her neck and then the wet warmth of his lips. He kissed her and then sucked hard. She knew that he was marking her. She knew how her Black men always liked to mark her pale skin. This marking was temporary but soon Bill and men like him would claim her permanently. She felt the rush of sexual pleasure course through her body at the idea and gasped for breath. She felt Bill's hips start to buck up into her gently for the first time. It helped her ride the wave of her little climax and then resume riding him once again.

"Send him that video and ask him what he thinks."

Dee kept slowly working on Bill's cock as she watched Anna tapping on her phone. A few minutes later there was the noise of an incoming message. Anna answered it and soon after another message came.

Anna looked back at the couple fucking on the couch. Her face had taken on a new expression, nervous but determined.

Bill noticed her but didn't speak. Instead he kissed Dee's neck again and bucked his hips a little to encourage her to ride him harder and faster. She responded and Anna's even white teeth showed a little as she bit her lower lip for a moment. Then she shut off her phone, got up and walked across to Bill and Dee. She took the end of Bill's belt where it still hung from around her neck and silently offered it to him.

"Your husband tell you to do that," growled Bill.

"No - I told him," replied Anna. "He's known it's been coming..."

"Yeah - well that's fine but my girl here's earned her nut. You think I'm gonna deprive her." Bill tapped Dee's butt as she continued to work herself up and down his cock.

Dee considered for a split-second but knew what needed to happen. She paused and deeply kissed Bill, feeling the prickle on her skin from his stubble. She reached out her own hand and took the end of Bill's belt.

"I think its time you earned your name again Daddy." She gave one last lingering movement down onto him and then got up and off him. With her other hand she took hold of his still hard cock, its dark skin shining with her own juices.

"I liked that position before..." said Bill. The words weren't out of his mouth before Anna had moved round and resumed her stance at the end of the sofa holding onto the arm-rest, her legs set apart to allow her lover access from behind.

"Please Daddy ... she needs it." Dee's words were in a voice that was almost pleading. Bill's eyes met hers. She felt that he could see right into her, read her mind. How much she wanted to see her friend bred. How the thought had been growing in her ever since Anna had talked about being fertile. How she had thought that it might assuage the desire that had been growing within her for months. The desire to be where Anna was about to be.

"I already told you the price - no backing out. You gonna do what you need to be doing,"

So he had understood her feeble stratagem and he was not going to allow her to live vicariously through Anna. Anna would indeed be fucked and seeded and hopefully bred. But that changed nothing in Dee's fate. It would be the same for her - a destiny as perfect as it had long been inevitable.

Dee nodded.

Bill's mouth moved almost imperceptibly into a small smile and he gave a slight nod. He stood and took up position behind Anna. Once again Anna felt the broad head of his Black cock moved up and down the entrance to her pussy. At the first touch her body shivered a little. Bill responded by moving his hand up to grip her hip. "You ready?"

"Yes - fuck me. Send me home pregnant."

There was no more need for mind games or long speeches. Dee and Anna, whatever their claims or protests, had both come here for this moment and Bill wasn't going to deny them. Now all that mattered was that big Black cock moving purposefully into a white pussy that was warm and wet and yearning for his seed. Bill pushed home and paused for a moment before beginning a serious rhythmn of firm purposeful strokes.

Dee moved over to the camera and set it up to film. It seemed only right to record the moment. Then she moved over and knelt on the couch to bring her face up to that of Anna. Anna was moving with every strong thrust of Bill's cock into her unprotected pussy and breathing deeply. Dee moved forward and kissed her, feeling the vibration of Bill's fucking transmitted through Anna's body to her. Her tongue probed and was allowed entry. It met Anna's and they gently traded caresses.

Finally they broke their kiss. The only sound was the rhythmic slap of Bill's big belly against Anna's butt. Anna's mouth was still slightly open, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes sparkling with lust and fulfilment.

"It's true."

Anna said the words very quietly and then moaned her desire but Dee understood. They had talked about it. Other women had told Anna that of all sex this was the best. When you knew the implications, when you knew the commitment. When mother nature had primed you to receive your man's seed and use it to make new life.

"Oh Godddd..." Dee held Anna as she felt the passion and lust flow through her. Dee remembered when she and David had been making love - hoping to start and then grow their family. It had been good, it had been meaningful, but had she ever felt as Anna was feeling now? Had she ever felt as Georgia and Jess and Emily and all the others had said that they had felt?

"He's soon going to give you your baby," she whispered into Anna's ear. Again a quiver seemed to go through the other woman's whole body. Her legs were shaking and Bill found himself bodily having to hold her up. He held her and eased his cock out.

"Noooooo," wailed Anna.

"You want my baby in you white girl. Best you move round and lie on the couch. Then I'll give you what you're needing."

Anna gathered herself and then after one faltering step managed to move round and onto the couch. She lay there and moved her legs wide apart, her eyes fixed on Bill.

Bill stood for a moment and then his eyes flicked to the phone as it recorded. He smiled and then followed Anna round to take up position, his hard ebony cock ready to fulfil his pledge. Dee knew that he was sending a message, proving his superiority over Anna's white boy husband, proving that he could give her what Kent had failed to provide, proving that Anna gave not only her consent but her pleading urgent demanding participation.

Bill was all business now. He moved into position and pushed two cushions under Anna to raise her to a comfortable height. Then he once again lined up his big Black cock and pushed home. This white pussy belonged to him now and his cock rapidly took possession of it. He wasn't a man in peak physical condition, a burger or a beer too many now and them perhaps. He maybe wasn't quite still in his prime, the calendar didn't lie. However today, at this moment, Bill was the king of the fucking world. He'd just been fucking that hot little teacher-lady from church and now he was gonna seed her beautiful young friend. Shit - things couldn't get much better than that!

Then they did.

He felt the breasts of Dee push into his back and her arms wrap themselves around him. Then he felt her breath as she whispered into his ear.

"I want it to be you Daddy. Soon - when it's my turn."

He didn't break his rhythmn - he just gave a slight nod of approval and acceptance. Then he moved down and over Anna as she lay beneath him. He grasped her buttocks and held her as he powered his thrusts in and out of her willing pussy. She howled her appreciation and put her arms around his broad back. Held onto him for dear life as if to prevent him getting off her.

But there was no chance of that. It was truely the defining moment in the life of any Black man's woman and Bill was not gong to deny her.

Dee moved the phone close to catch Bill's words. "Damn thass good pussy - oh yeah white girl this is some fine pussy - too good to pull out of - oh way too good to even think of denying. This little white pussy's gonna be filled chock full o' nigga nut."

Anna only groaned and whimpered, "yes."

"She needs it Daddy - she needs you to fill her up." Was Dee speaking for her own benefit or for Bill's or for Anna's or for all three. She didn't know and she didn't care. It was a visceral moment - a moment of instinct and nature.

"YESS, YESS, FILL ME UP DADDY." Anna's howled response proved she was feeling the same.

Dee kissed Bill and tasted the salt on his skin. His mouth tightened a little and she knew he was close.

Bill was a good man, a decent man. He gave the beautiful woman beneath him one final chance to deny him. "About to nut - no jokin'. You know what it means."

"YES, YES ... PLEASE DADDY!" Her whole body shuddered and her green eyes were huge as they looked up into his. She raised her head a fraction and he brought his lips down to meet hers. As they kissed Anna felt his seed spurt into her in heavy potent loads.

Dee had the camera again and had captured the precious moment. She kept it on Bill as gasping and breathing heavily he slowly withdrew from Anna. The woman made to move but a big Black hand gently laid on her. "No - you lay still. Let my seed find its way and do its job. Make sure you're going home with our first already growing in your belly. We all know it won't be the last - fine white girls like you two was made for raising babies - Black men's babies." He stepped back and took the phone from Dee as she moved down between her friend's legs. "Dunno what wheels you got white boy but I know they ain't fast enough. That is one righteously seeded white pussy."

Dee found herself close to that pussy. She explored with her finger and withdrew it copiously coated in his thick seed. "Looks so tasty," she murmured, "but we can't waste it." She reinserted her finger and then began to wank her friend. "We need you to come again Anna. You know it's supposed to increase your chances of getting pregnant and well it can't hurt. She giggled and then moved her mouth down to Anna's clit - tasting both him and her. It didn't take long. Anna squirmed and rolled and finally howled out her orgasm as Dee continued to finger and lick her.

Bill nodded his satisfaction as he filmed. "Yeah - see Kent - my white girl knows her game. Shit, she working hard to get that cute little white wife of yours properly Black bred."

Anna whimpered and moaned again. Dee reluctantly pulled back to let her rest a while.

Bill handed the phone back to Dee. She sent the final video off to Kent and then closed the phone down. The afternoon wasn't over but from now on it would be just the three of them Or so she thought.

Bill had his own phone out. "Hey 'Fess, how's it goin' man? - You needs to roll it up and get over here. Got a job for ya. - This job you WILL wanna do, leastways you been bending my ear about it all the last three weeks - Yeah, thass right, the classy little teacher lady. Can't be sending her home without her nigga nut and I gotta save mine for second helpings with her fertile friend - Fuck yeah, only polite after she and her husband asked me to so nicely - Preach it man. White boys may be bug-fuck but their women are real fine - See you in five." He ended the connection and glanced at Dee. "You know Fess don't ya."

She nodded. She knew Fess - he was one of the little crew of Black men who hung around the store earlier on Sundays, the group she had met when she first came here. She knew Fess and pretty soon she'd be getting to know him a whole lot better!

***

She'd had a day or two to consider it. They had made no difference. She knew that there were things that just had to be done. There were things that she just needed to do.

Fortunately it wasn't a long job and she had a free lesson at the end of the afternoon so she could get it done and then be home on time. It wasn't a long drive from the college but she knew that it was an important one.

Dee pushed open the small door and entered the familiar shop. She was a few minutes early and Izeye was just finishing up a swirling tattoo on the shoulder of a young white woman. A series of ripples emanating out from a central focus - the QOS symbol. Dee couldn't remember seeing the woman before and didn't know if she was just a customer or a participant in Izeye's Game, like her friend Georgia.

Izeye barely registered Dee's entrance. His attention on his work was absolute and total. The big man was an artist. This woman would carry that art, the mark of her own true self, for the rest of her life. Just as Anna did. Such things were not rushed.

Dee took a seat on the low padded bench and watched the careful precision of his ink. It was only a few minutes before Izeye concluded by carefully cleaning his design and applying a gauze. Dee wondered how many sessions it had taken to complete that whole intricate pattern. Thank goodness her own procedure was rather less complicated.

Contd.....

[Blue Bull]

"Meghan this is Dee - she's cool too." Izeye's voice was like rich dark melted chocolate.

As simple as that. The message was sent. Both women had found their true place in the world. Both understood how things were. Both were part of that sisterhood that seemed to grow larger with every passing day. Both belonged to the Black man.

Meghan smiled and then winced as she reached for her coat. "Damn - I should have learned after five weeks."

Izeye helped her with her coat. "You be careful baby - at least your design's all done now. No more sessions till you're ready for your next one."

Meghan gave him a rueful smile but Dee noticed that she didn't deny the possibility that she would be back. These things could be addictive - like so much else.

"Hope I'll see you around." Meghan's words to Dee as she left were genuine. They weren't in competition and there was no need for jealousy. Dee had seen the flash of her rings as she had reached for her coat. If her husband was white that tattoo would take some explaining. Which brought Dee back to why she herself was there.

Once they were alone Izeye got to work cleaning his hands and then securing sterile materials. "Appreciated what you did for Anna. You bring them?"

Dee reached into her pocket and produced the small box. Then she watched him remove the titanium items and carefully clean them. She reflected on his comment. "You weren't annoyed - she was only supposed to watch..."

Izeye's great belly laugh rumbled through the shop. "Shit - I knew she wasn't EVER going to just watch. Especially if your man got her attention which it seems he did."

"You could say that," admitted Dee.

Izeye stretched on a pair of latex gloves. He picked up one of the pieces of titanium jewellery. "If I get a deep connection with one of my girls, like I got with Georgia, then I'll make her my baby momma. With Anna I'm more a facilitator. She knew what she wanted and maybe we've both helped her get there. Not long to wait before we'll know for sure."

Not long - but Dee knew that to Anna it would seem like an eternity waiting for the passing days to reveal the truth. Waiting for, hoping for, the signs that she had been successful.

"Now - when you're ready."

Dee took off her jacket and blouse and then sat on Izeye's working couch.

The big man was all business. His gloved hand came up to hold her right breast. Then his other moved a small clip onto her nipple.

"Close your eyes if you like." Izeye's voice was soft and reassuring. Dee chose to keep her eyes open until she saw Izeye's free hand return with the needle. Then she screwed her eyes shut.

An instant later she felt a sharp pain, fierce but transient. She gasped and took a couple of deep breaths. She felt her finger nails digging into her palm as she reacted. A second later the pain passed and she tried to relax. She opened her eyes to see Izeye fixing in place the first piece of titanium jewellery. The combined bar and ring with an enclosed enamel QOS symbol.

"You doing real good Dee. Half way there." Izeye's gloved hand moved over to her left breast. She felt the gentle grip of his clip on her nipple. This time she knew what to expect. Felt the stabbing momentary pain and immediately opened her eyes as Izeye's nimble fingers applied and secured her second piece of nipple jewellery.

He finished and stepped back. He gave a small nod of satisfaction. "Yeah - they look real good on you. In time I can fix them in place permanently. For the moment you might still need to remove them for a time. But you look real fine girl. Check it out in the full-length."

Dee gingerly got off the couch and went to look at herself. In a way it didn't look like her. She would never have imagined having her nipples pierced. Or the old Dee never would have. It symbolised her new self. Among other things. She looked again and knew, deep in her soul, how much she loved them and ALL that they represented. Even the challenges that they would cause her.

Izeye stood back from her and nodded. "Not the only work I'd like to do for you. Your skin is beautiful - a perfect canvass."

Dee turned to him with a smile. "Thanks - but I don't think so."

Izeye gave his wonderful deep laugh. "I remember Meghan saying almost exactly the same thing..."

***

She still got home before David, he finished work earlier nowadays but had a slight detour to pick up Leah. The college bus would be at least another thirty minutes before its winding route brought her other two children home.

Dee took a moment to gather herself and to take a few deep breaths. As she did she felt the new sensations from her pierced nipples. It wasn't entirely pain-free. Like many things they came with consequences and they didn't exist in a vacuum. The feeling reminded her, as if she needed it, that they were part of a journey and that there was a next step to take.

That step really could have consequences and not just temporary discomfort. Not just for her either - she hoped that wasn't why she had waned so much to get back before her children's presence might dissuade her. She hoped - but she couldn't be sure. Even though she knew another moment would have come sooner or later, almost certainly sooner.

Her chin set in determination. She collected the two small boxes and went through to the bathroom. She quickly slid the blister packs out of them and then methodically pushed each small pill out and allowed it to fall into the toilet bowl. Her fingers moved quickly and the packs emptied rapidly. Finally she had reached the last remaining pill. The one she would have been taking tomorrow - the one the old Dee would have been SO careful to make sure she took.

She didn't hesitate. Her finger pushed the pill out and she heard the gentle noise of it hitting the water. Then she activated the flush and saw the swirling water carry it and all the others away.

She had made her decision - she had crossed her Rubicon. It was time to call Shaka.


End of Part 10.....

[Blue Bull]

White MILF teacher gives herself fully to her men.....

Just a Routine Check Up

Dee took a sip from her coffee and noticed her friend's glance at the clock. Anna was a picture of calm and repose but she had looked there at least four times since they had sent Kent out on his little errand.

"How do you think its going to go?"

Anna gave her friend a nervous smile. "I'm pretty sure. I mean its new to me but from what you and Emily and Georgia have told me... I'm pretty sure I've recognised the signs. I just want to know now, know for sure, can you understand that?"

"Do you think it was when we met Bill?"

"If it is true then that was when it happened. I wanted to make it that way - so at least I would know. Do you think Bill will want to know?"

Dee laughed. "Oh yes - he'll want to show you off for sure. Just as long as he doesn't have to..." She rubbed her fingers together in the universal symbol for money.

Anna rushed to reassure her. "No, no, of course not. Jennifer drew up papers to secure the future in the event... Well, you know, when we first seriously thought about this. Kent has signed over funds and acknowledged obligations in advance."

Dee took another sip of her coffee. Her old pupil Jennifer had experience in these things. Those legal papers would be an air-tight contract. She hesitated and then decided to speak. "I still can never quite get over how accepting Kent is of all this. Especially now."

"I know just how lucky I am. It probably helps that he started us along this road. I would never have thought of doing it. I went along with it at first just to get him to shut up. I thought if I went a little way he would soon get cold feet but..."

"Not so much," nodded Dee.

"We'd arranged to meet Izeye and all along I expected him to bail out. If he didn't then with a day to go I was going to tell him that I just couldn't do it and he'd have to accept that. But..."

Dee encouraged her friend with another nod. "But?"

"But over that two or three weeks I'd got to thinking about it - about meeting Izeye and all that might follow. It sort of crept up on me. It unlocked something that I think had probably always been there. A desire for a certain something, a certain sort of man. A desire that Kent, and I DO love Kent, just could never fulfil. Then when I met Izeye, the very first time that his eyes met mine. When I saw his strength and his presence and his obvious desire for me. It was honestly all over from that moment I think. Everything else, even this morning, is just a logical progression from that moment."

"I know that feeling," said Dee softly. "But Kent..."

"If Kent had wanted to back out then I would have accepted that. That first meeting Izeye came on pretty strong and I was pretty sure at any moment that Kent would just tell him to fuck off and walk out. My husband is NOT a weak man and certainly nobody's doormat."

"Unless, of course..."

Anna gave a confirmatory smile. "Unless he wants to be. I don't know how but Izeye had read Kent completely right. Kent tried to explain it to me. That he felt that he was not good enough for me and that his love for me meant not just allowing but encouraging me to..."

Dee nodded. The rest didn't need to be spoken. The desire for a 'real man', the realisation that this meant a Black man. She had been there herself, though in her case she had travelled the journey without her husband's knowledge or consent.

They heard a vehicle on the driveway and knew without looking that Anna's husband was back from his errand. Dee looked round at her surroundings. Kent ran a successful privately owned business and his home had all the trappings of success. Perhaps his beautiful younger wife had once counted as one of those trappings. Most people could never comprehend what would cause the couple to have chosen the path that they had taken. However, Dee could. She knew the strength of that temptation and then the ever building power of its fulfilment. Anna could not turn back now any more than Dee could. Kent? Now Kent might be another matter. Reality might bite harder than he could stand. That was why Jennifer and Izeye had made arrangements to secure the future for Anna and her family.

Kent came into the room with a small box in his hand. His lips were slightly pursed, his face tight with anxiety. He gave his wife a nervous smile and then handed over the box with its 'First Response' branding. "It's a two-pack. So even if things don't show today then maybe in a couple of days time we might be more lucky."

Dee had watched him carefully. Kent was certainly nervous but there was no reason to doubt his sincerity. His acceptance, even his hope, that his wife would prove pregnant by another man. A pregnancy which would prove beyond doubt his wife's infidelity in the eyes of the mainstream world. Things would be difficult, could be really rough. Their love and their bond would be tested. Maybe it would not prove strong enough or maybe it would be tempered and strengthened by all the experiences to come. Time would tell. After a year in the lifestyle Dee knew examples of each. Actions had consequences but you could not always be 100% sure what those consequences would be.

"Just a moment," said Anna and then she went to the bathroom carrying the pregnancy test.

Dee was still watching Kent. She saw his eyes follow his wife out of the room. Then she saw him close his eyes for a few seconds as his mouth subtly moved. She realised that he was praying - but what for?

Anna returned with a small plastic pot containing some amber-coloured liquid. It didn't take a genius to work out what that was. She quickly removed a test from the box and unsealed it. She found the instructions and read them carefully for her husband's benefit. Then she removed the cover from the absorbent strip and held it over the pot of her pee. "Are you ready?" she asked, the quaver in her voice slight but detectable.

Kent took her free hand in his. "We'll count together," he said.

His wife dipped the end of the test into the liquid and the couple counted out the required five seconds together. Then the test was put aside for the required three minutes.

Dee felt the privilege of being there. This was a potentially pivotal moment in the lives of her friend and her friend's husband. No-one spoke as they waited. Kent had placed his arm around Anna and the two now kissed, a picture of unity and shared experience. Dee thought to herself that she hoped they would make it - she had a strong feeling deep in her soul that they would, however foreign their experience seemed to her.

Dee glanced at her watch. "It's time." She saw Anna's eyes flick to Kent. He took a breath and then picked up the test. There was a moment's pause as he scrutinised it and then he smiled and nodded. "We're going to have a baby."

Anna's eyes opened wide and she almost laughed before gently taking the test to look herself. She smiled again and then a trace of anxiety came into her face. "The second line isn't as dark as the first."

"Let me," said Dee. Being a woman of experience came in handy at times like this. A glance told her all she needed to know. "You should use the other test in a week's time if you want confirmation but that is a clear positive. Congratulations - it's time to make plans - you are pregnant as pregnant can be."

Anna squealed her delight and then hugged her husband before hugging Dee as they each got to their feet.

Dee felt the warmth of her friend's body - seemed to feel her racing heart-beat. She had been there - especially that first time. The mixed wonder and joy and anxiety. The knowledge that nothing could ever be the same again after that moment. That some suddenly unimportant doors were closing but that other potentially wonderful ones were opening wide and bright and full of possibilities.

She thought of her own children, her own family. She remembered her own precious moments with them. She remembered all that she had been putting at risk over the last year. All that she knew that she would be putting at risk even more over the next few months. She felt the guilt of that realisation but knew that it was an empty feeling. She would not be turning back. She had told Anna to make plans but she knew that she herself had to do the same - and fast.

***

Dee remembered back to the moment after she had dumped her birth control pills down the toilet at home. She had reached over to pick up her phone where it had been recording the moment on video for posterity - and for Shaka. She allowed the phone to carefully record her new jewellery - each nipple pierced with a bar and ring to allow it to carry a small enamelled Queen of Spades symbol. Then she moved the lens up to take in her face and blew it a kiss. "All for you - my Black master," she had purred and then stopped the recording before immediately sending it to Shaka.

She knew that he would understand the video, would decode its symbolism instantly. She still felt the rush of adrenaline coursing through her as she heard the front door close downstairs. A second later she heard the voices of her son and oldest daughter. She quickly did up her blouse and went to meet them. It was time to be mom again.

She heard her phone chime and automatically checked her messages.

'Proud of u babe. Get here tomorrow. We got overdue business.'

She felt the thrill run through her, her soul basked in Shaka's approval. Her mind flashed forward to meeting her Black lover and master tomorrow. She knew what that 'overdue business' was. She almost felt her whole body quiver at the thought of how good that man could make her feel. Her mind snapped back to where she was. Maddy was smiling at her and reaching out for a hug. But Maddy wasn't her main concern at that precise moment.

Young Davey was only just turned nine but he was sharp for his age. As she met them Dee saw a momentary look on his face. What was it? Surprise? Confusion? Concern? A mixture of all three? She waited for him to say something but he didn't. She felt a moment's disappointment but hardly surprise. One aspect of her 'busy' life over the last year had been that she had perhaps given more of her available time to her two younger children. She had rationalised that fact - had even told herself that it had its advantages for Davey. He had both become more independent and spent more of his time with his father. That had been good for David too. At least that was what she told herself. But now Davey wasn't going to seek an explanation from her. She knew her son. He would think about it and ponder it and perhaps at some future date he would seek explanation for what had concerned him. From her? Or from his father?

'She would have to be more careful.' That was the thought that ran through her mind. Except that the empty birth control package stuffed to the bottom of the rubbish bag and the video still on her phone proved that wasn't going to be happening. Quite the opposite in fact.

Shaka Takes Charge

Dee felt the blood pumping through her body and the excitement surge through her as she saw him. Her master was an impressive figure of a man. Tall, strong, confident. He acknowledged her arrival with a nod of approval and swiftly ended his call on his phone. With a languid movement he opened the passenger door of his S63 before moving round the vehicle to take his place behind the wheel.

Dee took her seat in the Mercedes and Shaka had them underway before a word was spoken. Dee felt the rush of mixed desire, anticipation and concern. Shaka had made his plans for her and it was her place to go along with them. He would not ask permission or seek her approval. He had decided what was best for her, what she needed. It was something that would have been outrageous but for one thing - to date Shaka had always been right.

She glanced at his strong dark profile as he drove, his eyes on the road. She was rewarded with a smile and a wink. It felt so good to be back with him. She only now realised how she had missed him in their few weeks apart. She almost didn't notice that when they reached the freeway Shaka turned South.

South.

South out of the capital, out of the dense urban landscape and into the suburbs.

It was a familiar route - she drove it every working day. She'd driven it every time she had returned home from her assignations with her African-American lover. She'd used those times to get herself back into the mindset of a safe suburban soccer mom. Well that wouldn't be happening this time. Any more that it had a few days ago with Bobo and Tamika. Did Shaka know about that?

She glanced across at him again and was rewarded with another smile.

"Yeah, getting to be a habit ain't it." His voice was smooth as silk, dark as the richest chocolate.

She almost shook her head at her own foolishness. Of course he knew. It might even have been his idea. "I seem to be getting lots of fun new habits nowadays."

Now he rewarded her with a delighted laugh. "Thass what I love about you Dee. No frontin and no bitchin. You're the real deal."

Dee felt the surge of pleasure move through her at his approval. It still sometimes seemed like a dream - that she had attracted a real man, a man like Shaka. All the things that had happened in so short a period of time with him after the years of tedium with her husband.

"Yesterday was a real good day. Not one but two excellent pieces of news. Talkin' of which - why you decide to send me that vid yesterday?"

That was typical Shaka. He didn't ask her why she'd decided to dump her birth control and send the evidence to her Black lover. He only asked about the timing. As if he'd known from the first time they had met that it would come to this. As if he had known that she wouldn't be able to resist. As if he knew that she would risk everything for him. Shouldn't she resent such arrogantly supreme confidence? She knew that she would have resented it but, once again, for that one very obvious and very salient fact. Shaka was reading her right.

She suddenly remembered his question and rushed to answer it. "I ... it just seemed like the right time."

"Any reason for that?"

He wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily. He wanted to know or, perhaps more likely, he wanted to hear her say it.

"I took Anna... well we went to see Bill. I told you about Bill..." Her voice trailed off. It still didn't seem natural to discuss one of her other Black lovers with Shaka.

Shaka only chuckled. "You getting shy Teach?" He glanced at her and laughed again as he saw her cheeks redden. 'Teach' was the nickname given to her by her four young Black ex-students with whom she'd spent a very active night only a couple of weeks ago. That one word carried a lot of weight. It demonstrated how much she had changed since the first time that she had met Shaka. She had fucked six different Black men during two weeks, including once parked up in front of her marital home. She had become ...

There was a break in her thoughts. She knew exactly what a lot of her old friends and neighbors and even family would call her if they knew. She knew what she herself would have called someone else doing all she was doing and not so very long ago. None of that mattered now. She didn't care what any of them thought. She was expressing herself, her own sexual being, her own sexual needs. The man with her in the car was her lover but much more than that. He was her master, her guide, her teacher. He had allowed her to find the strength and the courage to break free from the years of boredom and her old vanilla white-bread suburban existence. That new freedom was exhilarating despite all the dangers it carried with it. She knew how much she owed to Shaka - whatever happened. He had allowed her to again be... herself.

She only felt foolish about one thing. That for a moment she had felt embarrassed to discuss Bill with Shaka. As if Shaka didn't already know. As if Shaka didn't thoroughly approve. She wasn't his wife, she was one of his women. He didn't resent her having other Black lovers, he expected it. It was part of the process. Part of taking an unfulfilled white wife and allowing her to become a Black man's woman.

"Still waiting girl." Shaka's deep voice was amused rather than annoyed. "What was that about you and Anna going to see Bill?"

Dee made one last feeble attempt to resist. "Don't you know already?"

Shaka shrugged, his eyes still on the road. "Izeye mentioned something to me. Like to hear it from you tho."

Dee's eyes and mind registered as Shaka turned his vehicle off the freeway and onto the road to Ireton, her home.

"It was seeing Anna and Bill together - it just seemed so natural. Everything about it seemed so absolutely ... right. I suddenly knew I didn't want to wait any longer - and I knew today would be..." She didn't know what else to say.

Shaka just nodded his approval.

"What was your other good news?"

Shaka smiled. "My girl Lisa."

He didn't need to say any more. Dee had introduced the two of them - Lisa had been another white wife unhappy in her marriage. Made miserable by her husband's infidelity and neglect. Shaka had demonstrated to her that she was a desirable woman - a woman that a real man would prize. In return Lisa had given Shaka what Shaka most prized. She had given herself to him fully, without reserve. Dee knew what Shaka was telling her. Lisa was pregnant, was going to have his baby.

"What about her husband?" Dee couldn't help asking.

"Gone and in the dust. Fucker still thought he was being fly with that secretary of his. Me and Ty went over and moved all Lisa's kit to Mr Taylor's development one morning. She was moved in and making friends before that asshole husband of hers even knew she was gone. Of course it was easy for her."

Again Dee knew what he meant. Lisa had a cheating husband and no children. Dee wasn't in that position. She had three children and her husband David wouldn't cheat on her, if only because he lacked the courage or the imagination. She felt a little wellspring of frustration within her - even her husband's fidelity was really only a mark of his laziness.

"I'm guessing your hubby's still being a good boy." Shaka's last two words were dripping with contempt. He'd never made any secret of his attitude towards David.

"Oh yeah," said Dee dismissively. She hated having to spend any of her time with Shaka discussing her husband.

"Shame - make our life easier if he had shit for brains like Lisa's. I'm assuming nothing's changed, that he won't accept how things are now."

Dee had to be honest with herself. She had no problem with how Anna and Kent lived their life but that wouldn't be for her. Her husband would never accept the cuckold role and she would have lost any remaining respect for him if he had. No matter how convenient it would have been.

Shaka continued, "So what's his reaction going to be?"

It was a scenario that had been played out in her mind many times over the last few months. Not that it had needed to be. She knew David well enough to know how he would react. "He'll be angry, very angry. He'll want to take revenge, to destroy me. He'll do everything he can to hurt me." She paused. "He'll use what will hurt me most."

Shaka nodded as he drove into her neighborhood. "So he'll use yo' kids. He'll take them from you as punishment for disrupting his milk-toast existence. He'll punish you for wanting more than this." He waved an arm at his window, at the prosperous suburban neighborhood that they were driving through. It was the American dream - or at least it was what they spent decades teaching you was all anyone could ever want. Except for some it could prove more a prison than a dream. The bland, shallow, passionless existence. The tedium of all those almost identical houses with their neatly cut lawns and their occupants drifting almost unnoticed into middle- and then old-age.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

"What say I stop the car. How about we get out and take a walk. What'll all these folks think about us?"

She knew she didn't need to answer him. They both knew fine well. Some would take it in their stride, more now perhaps than even only a few years ago. Many wouldn't. They'd be suspicious of Shaka, suspecting him of planning some criminal activity. As for her - they'd know who she was straight away. A white woman who went with Black men, a woman who had disgraced herself, her family, her race. A slut, a whore, the lowest of the low. A woman no good decent God-fearing white man would give the time of day to.

Shaka didn't follow through on his suggestion until a couple of minutes later when they arrived where Dee had sensed they were going. He parked up within sight of her own home. She saw David's vehicle parked outside. She knew that he was already back with her youngest. So her family were all in there. Leah, Maddy, Davey - even her husband. She felt moisture at her eyes, felt her chin tremble.

"Lots of the good folk round here would say that for a Black man to take a white man's wife he'd have to trick her, fool her, blackmail her, force her. None so blind as will not see. Never had to do any of that. Just have to let a woman follow her own desires, seek her own destiny, make her own life. Some have to risk, often have to give up, more than others. Marriage, home, job ... family ... children."

His last words were stated with awful certainty. Dee could feel his dark eyes watching her even though her own were looking at her home, trying to focus through the coming tears.

"This ain't no test." Shaka's calm deep voice continued. "You can go home now and I'll have no complaints. Just be thankful that I had a fine girl like you with me for a while. I'll do what I can but I can't make no promises. In a court round here your husband's going to get all the sympathy. From tonight it might never be possible to go back, to avoid losing them. Like I say - I don't need to trick or trap my women." Shaka leaned across her and opened her door.

It should have been a hard decision; a soul-tearing, heart-breaking decision. In fact it had been - but it was also a decision Dee had made two weeks before. A decision she had confirmed when she had flushed away the last of her birth-control pills. She took a deep breath, wiped her eyes and very deliberately pulled her door shut. Only then did she look at her man.

Shaka was studying her carefully. He'd seen that look in a white woman's eyes before, many times before. That mix of fear, excitement and something else. Wonder - wonder at her own bravery in taking her own life into her own hands. It came at a cost, at least potentially, but what of value didn't come at a price?

"You my bitch then?"

Her eyes met his. "Yes, I'm your bitch."

He smiled and gently shook his head. "Wrong - you my real fine-assed bitch. Now give me some of that sugar." He leaned in and kissed her. Their lips and then tongues meeting. She felt his strong arm around his shoulders, felt herself melting into that reassuring powerful presence. Whatever the future held she knew that she had made the right decision, the only decision that she could possibly make.

Finally Shaka let her go. He put his vehicle in drive and they moved out onto the road and past her family home. She gave one short look back and then faced forward.

***

The Regency was a tall rectangular presence across the sky in front of them. Ireton, for a relatively small suburban city, was extremely well served by hotels. The reason was simple - Ireton's proximity to the money and power of the Capital. They ranged from budget locations to those, like the Regency, catering for high-rolling executives.

Dee glanced at her driver and was rewarded with a smile. "Tonight's a real special night so I figured we could find a special location."

Well that was great - but it would have been nice to have some warning! Dee glanced down at her outfit. It would probably pass muster but it wasn't what she would have chosen to wear at the Regency!

Shaka laughed as they pulled to a halt. "Don't worry - I got a little something in the back."

***

One whole side of the Regency was large picture windows looking out over the city. Across a small wooded park the lights of other buildings were visible. From the moment their vehicle had drawn to a halt and Shaka had mentioned their reservation from the Taylor Foundation they had been swept up in a well-oiled machine of hospitality. Parking valet, doorman and porter - all were as courteous as they were efficient.

There hadn't been much luggage for the porter to carry - just an overnight bag and a garment case. The only minor delay had been at the reception desk. 'Reception' was an African-American man in the hotel's uniform and he was being berated by a guest.

"When I bring my wife here I expect only the best, I pay for only the best. Then I inspect our room and I find it's filthy. It can't have been cleaned properly in months. Now, boy, what's the hotel going to do about that." The accent was from a couple of states South, the customer was mid-sixties, overweight and red in the face. The woman with him was perhaps thirty years younger.

Dee had felt Shaka's grip on her elbow tighten when he heard that word, 'boy.' She glanced at him and saw his eyes narrow as they watched the fat white businessman harangue the hotel reception. Finally the blowhard moved off towards the elevators.

"Get a lot like him?" Shaka moved up to the desk and addressed the clerk.

The clerk gave him a wary glance. "Our hotel holds itself to the highest standards. Our customers do pay for the best and have the right to expect the best."

"So I ain't gotta worry about our rooms being clean?" Shaka raised his eyebrows sardonically.

The clerk relaxed a little. "ALL our rooms, WITHOUT exception, are inspected daily to ensure the highest standards."

Shaka smiled and nodded. He reframed his question. "Many of yo' guests as imaginative as that one?"

The clerk's face remained impassive. He was a tall, dark-skinned man in the hotel's uniform. About Shaka's age. He knew his job and took it all in his stride. He gave Shaka a long glance - he could also spot 'mystery guests' sent by the hotel head office to check on staff performance. He glanced over to take in Dee and made his mind up. He finally returned Shaka's smile. "Only about one in a thousand."

"Man shouldn't be treated like that - even by one in a thousand." Shaka glanced at the clerk's name-tag. "OK if I call you Michael?"

"I got broad shoulders. I'd rather he went for me than that he tried to get his maid sacked. Most of the girls got families."

Shaka nodded again - the two men understood each other. He collected his room pass. "Hope the rest of your shift is good and easy. When you on until?"

"Night shift takes over at nine. Then its Darnell's problem."

"Darnell, eh? Bet he ain't got that on his name-badge."

The clerk paused and looked at Shaka again for a moment before shaking his head and smiling. "Funnily enough no he hasn't. Same as I haven't got Elvin on mine. My Pops was a big hoops fan."

"See you again Elvin." Shaka led Dee over to the elevators. Half way there he whispered. "Swing them hips baby - give our new friend a show. Guarantee he's watching that fine butt of yours right now."

It seemed ridiculous but Dee put a little more sass into her stride and hoped that Elvin was watching and enjoying.

Once the doors of the elevator had closed she giggled and asked him, "Why do you think he was watching me?"

"First, under that uniform he's a brotha who knows what's poppin' and no brotha like that ain't gonna be enjoying watching a hot little bitch like you. Second, there's a lot of glass and chrome in this hotel."

"You saw his reflection - he WAS watching me?"

"Shit girl - be something wrong with him if he wasn't." His big hand moved down from her elbow to her butt as he led her to their room.

***

The rooms were first-class, their furnishings and decor obviously expertly selected. However, the defining feature was definitely the big picture-window looking out over Ireton as dusk was falling. There was a small park area, its trees several stories below their vantage-point. They could look out over to the city beyond, a mixture of low- and high-rise buildings with lights beginning to gleam from windows.

"Its amazing," said Dee.

Shaka nodded. "Pretty sweet little crib ain't it. Mr Taylor arranged it for you - a special location for a special night." She reached her face up to him and was rewarded with a deep long kiss.

They both enjoyed their intimacy - it had been awhile. Finally they came up for air. Shaka looked around him. "Notice anything about this place? About the staff I mean?"

She had indeed. Ireton wasn't known for its diversity. However, most of the front-of-house staff had been African-American. Only the parking valet had been white. "I think I know what you mean."

"What's the betting that they like to crow about their employment policies? Truth is a lot of their guests like having the Black man carry their bags and serve their meals and say 'yessir' and 'nosir.' Some of them even like to take one down a peg or two to show what a big man they is to their wife."

"Their wife who wasn't wearing a ring."

"Well shit, mine is wearing someone else's." Shaka gave a short laugh but then his face was serious again. "This whole place is built on white boy privilege. That's why places like this are so suitable for when we claim the white boy's most precious prize." He moved back in and they resumed their deep kiss.

For a moment Dee thought that he was going to take her next-door to the huge bed and fuck her right there and then. She would certainly have had no objections. Instead, he finally broke the kiss again. He gestured at their bags. "We'd best get ready for dinner. Hope you like the outfit - I know I will."

At the Regency

"Come down by the desk when you're ready."

It was easy for men. Shaka had showered and then changed his jacket. An adjustment of his neck-tie and he was pretty much ready. He looked delicious - but then when didn't he?

Dee was left to complete her preparations. The suit-bag had contained her outfit as selected by her man. She examined herself in the mirror. The black top left her arms and most of her shoulders bare. The neck-line wasn't shockingly low but a cut-out panel revealed some cleavage. Her skirt was a bright scarlet and clung tight to her curves. All those hours in the gym paid off as she critically examined herself in the full-length mirror. She knew this was how Shaka liked her to be. There was nothing outrageous about her outfit but it also left no doubt that its wearer was a sexual being. Her eye lingered on the contrast between the black material of her top and her pale skin. She felt her heart beat a little faster. That contrast sent a message to her - should send a message to anyone who saw her this evening with Shaka. No-one seeing them together tonight could be in any doubt that she was a Black man's woman. She felt her breath almost catch in her throat. Anxiety? Fear? Shame? No - it felt more like anticipation, more like pride.

She suddenly smiled at herself reflected in the mirror. Now she understood that other piece of clothing that had previously seemed out of place. Shaka had his rules but it seemed he could bend them to make a point.

***

Dee saw Shaka at the desk deep in conversation with Elvin. She strode across the reception towards them. She heard Shaka's other little gift for her clicking on the flooring. Four-inch Pigalle heels with their trade-mark scarlet soles matching the bright colour of her tight skirt. She generally favoured sandals or slip-ons but for tonight those heels just seemed so right. Like the rest of the outfit Shaka had selected for her. She felt sexy - the way soccer moms of three generally didn't get to feel sexy, the way she hadn't felt with David for so many years.

Shaka held up a hand and she paused a few feet from the desk. He had a twinkle in those deep brown eyes - he was enjoying himself. He made a rotating movement with his index finger and she knew what he wanted. She gave a slow twirl - every moment knowing that she was being shown off to Elvin. Shaka was proud of her and she felt her heart beating faster again. She knew why she felt sexy - because she WAS sexy. Shaka had let her unlock that part of herself again.

She completed her slow turn and then joined Shaka who had nodded his satisfaction to her. She hooked an arm around his and stood in front of Elvin at the desk. "Do you think I'll pass muster Elvin?" she asked.

Elvin had worked that job for a lot of years and he was well trained in these things but he still just couldn't quite resist it. She saw his eyes momentarily flicker as he looked down at her cleavage. It was momentary before he caught control of himself. "Most certainly ma'am. I hope you'll enjoy your meal."

Shaka took over. "I'm sure we will. Good talking to you Elvin. Roll on nine o'clock man." The uniformed reception gave only a barely-noticeable nod in return as they turned to go to the hotel's restaurant.

That establishment had an excellent reputation and it certainly lived up to it. The meal was expertly prepared, the service precise and well-judged. It was only made better by the fact that the loud-mouthed white guest from earlier was seated two tables over. Seeing Dee there with Shaka seemed to spoil his meal for him a little but that only made Dee's all the better.

It was close to a perfect meal but really only an appetizer for the evening. Dee knew that she had not come to the Regency for the fine dining. She finished her glass of wine and then smiled at Shaka. "I'd better not have any more - I don't want to get buzzed."

"Worried you'll get taken advantage of?" Shaka arched an eyebrow in mock enquiry

She giggled. "No - but I don't want anything getting in the way of tonight. I want to feel every sensation and to remember it."

He nodded. "Talking of which - You ready..."

"Never readier," she confirmed.

***

"Damn you sexy as fuck in that outfit, you know that don't ya little bitch?" Shaka's big hand was clamped onto her tight scarlet skirt. He moved in to kiss her again. She held him and once again thrilled to the power and masculinity of her Black lover.

"Isn't that the idea?" she finally replied as they came up for air.

He gave her a gentle slap on the back-side and then moved over to the window. Darkness had long fallen and beyond the park the lights of the city were readily visible. Shaka took up position behind Dee and his dark hands cupped her clothed breasts. His mouth found the exposed skin of her shoulder and neck. Dee savoured the sensations, arching her back a little to afford him full access. She was rewarded with a bass chuckle and then his mouth was at her ear. "Damn but you one hot little bitch. You ready to prove it for me."

She knew what he meant. His hands released her as she turned and dropped to her knees, her hands finding the belt of his pants. Eager to free that potent bulge that she'd been feeling as she'd pressed her butt back into him.

"Yeah you extra hot tonight. We both know why don't we?" Her hands didn't hesitate as they undid his belt and eased down his pants. She knew why as well as he did. She was ready to give herself as a white woman should to her Black master. Fully and completely, without reservation or hesitation. Her mind knew what she wanted from this man and her body knew that now was the time to claim it. It wasn't that she accepted the possible consequences it was that she welcomed them. She was rewarding him for all he had done for her. She was proving her new self - showing that she neither had nor desired any way back to how things had been.

She didn't want to wait any longer. Her hands eagerly grasped the waist-band of his shorts and eased them down. His beautiful Black cock was released and stood proudly, hard and ready. Seemed Shaka was pretty hot for tonight too! She gently took a hold of his shaft and then moved her mouth to take in the broad warm head. She savoured the taste of him, knew that this was all that she needed. It could make her complete, finish her liberation from the bonds that had held her. Society, suburbia, conformity, marriage, family - yes, even family - none of them could stand against how she felt now, none could keep her from where her destiny was taking her.

She heard him chuckle again, that deep bass rumble she had come to love, and then he shifted his weight to lean across and press a button on the wall. As the dbangs eased closed over the big picture window she heard him say, "Didn't know you was planning on giving them all a show." Momentarily she processed how their window in a lit room would have been obvious to anyone happening to glance at the hotel. She'd been about to give half of her home city a real show indeed. She dismissed the thought. That didn't matter - only one thing mattered tonight.

Dee knew how to please a man. She didn't really have to think about it now. She knew how to use her mouth, her lips, her tongue, her hands. She knew how to look up at him as she did all these things. To let her eyes meet his, to send him the unspoken but mutually understood message.

"Shit but you're good at that. Remember when you was nervous to even try - cos that cracka hubby of yours been neglecting you so long?"

She didn't reply- she just nodded as she kept working on that wonderfully hard big Black cock. She kept her eyes locked on his.

"Well you ain't nervous now. Known plenty of girls who could bop but you up with the best. Who taught you that?"

She paused in her work. "The Black man," she breathed huskily before kissing the head of his cock.

"Hmmn, yeah, thass right. And who you belong to?"

She was about to answer 'Shaka' but remembered that last item of clothing. "The Black man of course."

He gave her a smile of acknowledgement. "You ready to be a Black man's woman - you ready to prove it?"

She knew what he meant and she was ready, no eager. She released his cock and got to her feet. She expected him to lead her to the bedroom but that wasn't Shaka's plan and Shaka was in charge.

He took her in his arms and kissed her once more, deeply and passionately. Then he turned her to face the dbangs. He reached down to the hem of her skirt and began easing it up until her buttocks were freed. He celebrated the fact by smacking her butt. Not so hard as to really hurt her but hard enough for her to feel it and to know that his fingers had left a temporary mark. Pink on her pale skin. His long strong fingers then moved over her butt gently, soothingly, caressing her. She let out a long shuddering breath. He was claiming her. Next he eased the straps of her top off her shoulders and eased it down to leave her breasts exposed. Their new jewellery gleaming in the light. Each nipple pierced and carrying a small enamel Queen of Spades symbol. His fingers found one and gently manipulated it, teasing her already erect nipple.

"Been living up to these? How's cracka boy liking them?"

"He doesn't know. I've moved out of his bed - gone to the spare room. I told him I couldn't stand his snoring any more. Really I couldn't bear to be with HIM any more."

Shaka didn't smile or laugh in triumph. He just nodded, acknowledging what she had said. It wasn't a cause for wonder - it was just natural, the way things should be. His hands hooked into her panties and pulled them down to her knees in one fluid motion. Things were moving fast now - the time for hesitation and consideration was long past. They were there to consummate an act and there was no need for delay.

His hand grasped her shoulder and his foot moved between hers and pushed them apart as far as her panties would allow. Dee felt herself shiver in anticipation, wondered if Shaka felt it too. She didn't have to wonder long.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

"Yeah - my little bitch is all primed and ready to breed." She felt his fingers at her pussy first exploring her opening and then one, two, three, fingers pushing inside. They gave a half dozen gentle motions and then were withdrawn again. "Hmmmn-hmmmnnn, that pretty little pink pussy is all wet and ready. Take a look."

Dee saw the three dark fingers held up in front of her face. They were glistening with moisture.

"Take a taste." The fingers were put to her lips. She hesitated momentarily and then opened her mouth to let them in before tasting and then greedily sucking her own juices off them.

"Tastes good don't it - that's what a sexy little bitch in heat tastes like."

She was still sucking his fingers when Shaka used his other hand to line up his big Black cock and push it into her pussy. Dee let out a moan of frantic desire and then Shaka took total control. He knew she was ready for him, ready for everything he could and would give her. The foreplay for this moment had extended over months and now neither of them needed or desired any further hesitation or delay. He was fucking her fertile pussy raw and unprotected, soon he would plant his potent African seed deep into her body. Then it would be for nature and chance to decide what would happen. She might be pregnant or she might return to him next month ... and the next ... and the next. She already knew that this would not be a one-off. The sensations running through every part of her couldn't be denied - the pleasure, the passion, the desire, the raw lust. She needed this and now she'd had a taste she wanted more. It was from the oldest part of her self, the most basic part of her consciousness. It was ancient and almost primitive but it was none the less powerful for that. Quite the reverse. It wasn't just that she wanted him to make love to her. It was that she needed him to fuck her and seed her and make new life with her. She moaned again as a new realization hit her. It wasn't just Shaka. The message she was wearing was true. She remembered what she had said to Bill and what Odell had promised her. It wasn't just Shaka. There was a certain type of African-American man who she could not resist. Dark skinned men who knew what they wanted and weren't afraid to let her know it. She knew now that she couldn't resist them - they could have her as their beck and call girl just by demanding it.

Dee put her head back and screamed. Everything was building so powerfully within her that she had to grant it some release. It worked for a moment but then she felt Shaka really take charge and she knew she was lost, hopelessly and gloriously and wonderfully lost. There could never be any way back for her. She had to take the consequences and she would do so.

Shaka reached for his phone and held it up in front of her. She recognised the clip of herself dumping her birth control pills. She heard his voice in her ear. "I'm thinking we should send this to Bill. He'll know what it means won't he - just like I did." Before Dee could answer she saw Shaka's finger touch the screen and knew the clip was on its way to her older Black lover. Shaka's voice was smooth in her ear. "My bitches don't tease a brotha. You gonna keep going with Bill then you need to show your commitment. All the way."

Dee gasped for breath as she felt Shaka's strokes increase in power and intent. She knew that he was reasserting his dominance over her, displaying his power over her. Making sure that no-one forgot what they both had known for the best part of a year - even if one of them hadn't been ready to admit that to herself, let alone to the world. She couldn't hide it now; she didn't want to hide it now. There was every chance that she would soon be demonstrating it in the most blatant possible way.

That would be her reward. Her reward from her Black Master. Something that would end any chance of returning to her old life, something that risked losing what she had held most precious. She was risking everything for this, she was no longer the person she had been that day when Jessica had engineered her first meeting with Shaka. She felt that now familiar surge of desire and excitement race through every part of her. Her body shuddered and she gasped again, her breath ragged with passion.

Shaka was remorseless. Long driving strokes as his hands cupped her breasts. There was no escape from this and she knew that even had there been one she would not have taken it. She felt his breath in her ear.

"You a Black man's ho Teach?"

"Yes", she managed to gasp out in reply

"Look across and in that mirror there."

She obeyed him and saw herself in the full-length mirror on the wall. She saw her wide eyes sparkling with excitement, her flushed cheeks, her hair tousled, her mouth gasping for oxygen as she was thoroughly, skilfully, beautifully fucked by her man. She'd seen all those signs before. In Georgia, in Lisa, in Anna. She knew where that look led too. She'd seen Georgia with her belly full with a Black man's baby. She'd sat next to Anna as her test had confirmed that she would be bearing another Black man's child. Lisa's marriage and home had gone because this man with her had given her his seed and made new life in her. What had seemed so awful and fearful a thing now just seemed natural, just seemed right. The way it had to be.

"Yes - I need it." She hadn't thought about saying it, the words had emerged almost automatically, straight from her deepest self.

"What you needin' girl?" Shaka's tone was low, his voice dark and rich and seductive.

"My baby."

"Yeah - it's time." He kissed her ear and then held her tight as he intensified his love-making. This time she knew he wouldn't stop until he had paid her his tribute.

His hard thrusts pushed her forward, still on her heels and with her panties round her legs. She lost her balance but found herself held up by the strong Black hands grasping her body. She turned her face forwards again, felt the sensations coursing through her whole self. At that moment she understood that what Georgia and Charli had told her was true. This was the ultimate, the zenith of sexual experience. Some called it 'repro-sex' or 'preggo risk sex' but she knew that it was breeding. Raw and primitive and existential and making her body quiver with orgasm just at the realisation that she was finally proving herself to Shaka. That soon her belly could be proving herself to the entire world.

She stretched her arms forward trying to find some stability. One hand found the wall, the other groped into the thick dbangs and tried to grip them. Shaka was relentless, pounding his big Black cock deep into her with every stroke. Dee's fingers felt something on the wall and knew what it was, the surround of the button that controlled the dbangs. A thought flashed through her brain and she gasped for breath as another surge of passion flowed through her. Soon her belly might be showing who she was to the world - but there were other more immediate ways. She felt her legs quivering, knew that but for Shaka's strong grip on her she'd be crumpling to the floor. She summoned her strength to let go of the dbangs with one hand and press the button with the other.

The dbangs rolled back, smoothly and silently. They saw again the view out over the dark park to the buildings beyond. The many windows over there, some dark but many more lit. Anyone looking out of those windows would see her now. She gasped and now had both hands against the glass of the window. Felt the cool of the glass in contrast to the heat surging through every part of her. That cool reminded her of the world outside but she didn't hesitate for one moment. Shaka's body pushed her forward against the glass. Its cool kissed her breasts and she heard the gentle click of her nipple jewellery against the window.

"Turned out a lot of white bitches but you're something else. Want the world to see you getting bred?" He almost snarled the words - spitting them out between each of his claiming thrusts into her.

"YYYEESSS ... YYYEESSSSSSS ... YYYYYYYYEESSSSSSSS ..." she screamed, all restraint lost or rather cast away.

"FFFFUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK MMMMMEEEEEEEEEE."

"CUUUUUMMMMMMMMMM IIINNN MMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEE."

"BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDD MMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE."

It was enough. She almost sobbed as the wave of sexual excitement burst in her brain and as her body shuddered she faintly heard him grunt and knew he was filling her fertile pussy with his potent Black seed. Without really knowing what she was doing she knew that she was sending a prayer up that he would be successful, that his baby would be growing inside her after this. She gasped for breath as he slowed his pace. Making sure that she got every drop of his potent seed just as deep as he could plant it.

"What you thinkin'?"

She had a suspicion that he knew perfectly well. That he just wanted her to admit it, to him and to herself. So she did. "How much I want to have your baby - how I want it as soon as I can."

He gave a soft chuckle and then spoke again. This time his voice was firm and had an edge to it. "I'm thinking there's an issue there..."

"I know it's the end of my marriage - I don't care about that. I know it will cost me my family - though I don't want that..." Her voice trailed off. It was a viciously high price to pay for her voyage of self-discovery.

Shaka kissed her ear again. "Yeah - I know baby. I appreciate it too, you giving up more that most. Jennifer put her whole career at risk - but no amount of dollars equal what you've been ready to give up. But you gotta remember that you one of my women and Shaka looks after his women. Ain't no guarantees but don't be giving up so easy. Anyway, that wasn't what I meant."

She was silent now - she didn't understand.

"Our little friend Anna told me something," Shaka continued, "something about what you said to Bill."

She remembered back and froze, suddenly knowing what he meant.

"Yeah, that's right. You told Bill you wanted his baby too. So we got an issue there ain't we. My bitches don't tease a brotha, they deliver on their promises. So what we gonna do about that?"

She knew she didn't need to answer him. Shaka had a plan for her and Shaka was in charge, just as he had been since the first time she'd felt her heart race at the knowledge that he wanted her.

"You wearing my ice so it was only right I got the first opportunity. Soon as that pretty little white pussy got primed I decided I was gonna keep it full of premium Black seed. You're gonna meet me every day over the next five days. That understood."

"Yes."

"What matters is that we keep that pussy full of Black seed until that pretty little belly of yours starts to grow. Maybe that'll be after this week. If not then you go to Bill until he does get the job done. Every day you're primed and any others he desires. Understand."

Again it wasn't a question and he wasn't expecting an answer. He was just stating how it was and how it was going to be.

"You a Black man's woman Dee?"

"You know it."

"Then you got to prove it - to every brotha out there and to every woman that wants the same but is too scared to follow her dream, to accept her destiny. You know how an old friend of mine taught me how a white woman proves it?"

She knew - she forgot who had told her but the message had resonated in her soul. "A Black baby in her arms and another in her belly."

She heard his chuckle of approval. "Thass right - you is a good little cracka ho ain't ya. So we got a white girl pledged to two brothas. Well, whichever gives her first baby the other will give her second. Understood?"

This time the last word did have that inflection which meant a question. So she answered in the only way she could imagine answering it now. "Yes - I understand. I want it."

"I know." Shaka finally eased himself off her. "My seed should have got where it needs to be by now. I'm planning on making Bill wait his turn."

"What should I tell ... him?" She couldn't bring herself to say David's name. He seemed part of a life she'd been ready to leave long ago.

"That fool hubby of yours? You don't need to tell him a damn thing. Give me some time to work on him. You sure I can assume he ain't civilised enough to take the news well?"

She shook her head. David had got used to his little world revolving around him as he went his blind and blissful way. His reaction to the true nature of things would not be pretty.

"You leave that to me. I'll see what can be done." He gestured and Dee stood up. He moved in and held her and kissed her with a deep passion. She allowed herself to melt into him, let her concerns and fears be washed away by his presence. She felt a firm something against her belly and knew he was getting hard again.

"Thank you." It was all she felt able to say.

"For what? You're one of my girls and I look after my girls."

"No - I meant for, well, everything."

Shaka winked at her and then leaned down to pull her panties back up snug over her pussy.

"You know why you're wearing them don't ya."

Again she didn't need to answer. They both knew. For once he was allowing her to wear panties and that was because he wanted them to keep his seed inside her. Did it make any practical difference? Almost certainly not. His seed was already swimming deep in her searching for that vulnerable lily-white egg. It was all symbolism. He set the rules and he could break or bend them. Just the thought that he was 'making sure of her' had already sent another wave of passion coursing through her body.

"Wonder if these walls are sound-proofed. Reckon you tested them back there." Dee heard his words and knew the old her would have cringed with embarrassment. Instead she giggled at the thought. She'd just fucked in front of half of Ireton - at least potentially - but she wanted everyone to know the truth. Especially every white wife trapped in the tedium of a stale marriage and every white girl being pushed to settle for second-best, well third- or fourth-best really. She wanted everyone to know the truth.

Shaka moved to the room-phone and pressed a button. "Hello - reception. I have a complaint to make about some noise. - Aha, is that Elvin. I'd appreciate if you came up and helped me out on this. I know yo' shift ended five minutes ago. - Well that's very good of you Elvin."

Revealing herself to the world had seemed easy. Revealing herself to an individual brought it into focus somehow. Dee looked at Shaka with her eyes wide.

Shaka gave her a confident smile in response. He tucked his cock back into shorts and pulled his pants back on. That was a point. Dee wondered how long it would take Elvin to get here. She scrambled to pull her top up and her skirt down. Felt the moisture in her panties as she did so, the mixture of his seed and her juices.

She had barely smoothed herself down when the door bell rang.

"Didn't waste no time did he," whispered Shaka. "C'mon in," he said out loud.

The door opened and Elvin came into the room still in his hotel uniform and wheeling a small trolley carrying a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne.

Dee immediately knew what Shaka and Elvin had been discussing down at the desk while she'd been getting ready. You didn't bring a bottle of champagne to a complaint about noise! She knew Shaka had set her up to be with this Black stranger. She looked at Elvin again. He was in his early forties, close-cropped hair with a dusting of grey showing against the dark of his skin. Maybe just over six feet, looked after himself, attractive regular features. She took all that in but mostly she noticed his eyes. They were fixed on her and they sent a message that was unmistakeable. He liked what he saw and he wanted a piece of her. She felt a quiver run through her body - felt again that wondrous knowledge that a potent Black man wanted her. Felt that affirmation of herself as a sexual being, as a desirable woman.

"Thanks for coming up man. You see we've had a noise problem. My sweet little bitch here been howling the place down and I'm thinking she needs something to put in her mouth. What you thinkin' Elvin?"

Elvin swallowed and wetted his lips with his tongue. He'd worked the Regency for a long number of years. He knew you didn't do this sort of thing. But this woman with Shaka was something special. Enough to tempt any man with warm-blood and a hard cock. He saw plenty of 'trophy wives' passing in front of his desk but they were mostly as fake as fuck. Fake smiles, fake tits, fake attitudes. You could see Shaka's piece was the genuine article. Sexy as the bomb and seriously down to fuck. He'd been thinking about her ever since she'd done that little twirl for him - been trying to persuade himself that acting on Shaka's suggestion was crazy. When the call had come he'd just known that his cock had got rock-hard and that there was nothing in the world was gonna stop him checking out that 'noise complaint'.

"Any suggestions Elvin - is there anything I can do for you?" Dee knew that he just needed a little encouragement.

Elvin tore his eyes away from her and glanced at the window. Shaka took a few steps across to the button and closed the dbangs once more. "Yeah - this is between us. No need for anyone else to know. I'm thinking Elvin is enjoying that outfit little bitch. How 'bouts you show him the one part he ain't seen."

Now Dee knew just how much planning Shaka had put into this. She wiggled her bottom seductively as she eased her skirt up to show Elvin her panties. The flimsy scarlet material with a legend picked out in black thread.

"Fuck yeah," said Elvin.

Dee realised it was the first words he had spoken since he had entered the room. It was also her first glimpse of the real man under that hotel uniform.

"Send a message don't they bro'. How 'bout you read that message out loud?" Shaka was making a point.

"Black owned," said Elvin his eyes fixed on Dee. She saw an encouragingly large bulge in his uniform pants.

"That's right - not 'Shaka owned' but 'Black owned'. You want Dee there to show you what that means?"

Elvin shot one glance at Shaka and then made his decision. "Yeah, get your fine self over here and show me girl."

Well that was what Dee liked. A man who saw his opportunity and wasn't afraid to take it. She made her way across the room and dropped to her knees in front of him. Again her hands undid a Black man's belt and carefully removed his pants to reveal a bulging pair of shorts. A swift motion and his cock was free, about eight inches of seriously thick Black shaft.

She gently took it in her hand - savouring the contrast in skin tones. That was something that never got old. "It's beautiful," she almost murmured to herself.

"You know what to do." Any nerves that Elvin had were gone. His instruction was clear and Dee thrilled to hear him. She gently cupped his heavy balls in one hand and held his thick shaft with the other. She played her tongue on the sensitive head of his cock and looked up so that her eyes met her new Black lover's.

"Oh damn - she is something else," laughed Elvin.

"Preach it bro', preach it," came from Shaka to her right. She glanced and saw he was filming her with his phone. She giggled and decided to give them a show. She opened her mouth wide and took in the head of his cock. She had seen bigger in length but this one had some serious girth. It truly set a challenge, truly gave a girl something to work with! She began bobbing her head up and down while using her tongue on the underside of his shaft.

She heard him laugh. "She's good - real good."

"Ever had a white girl suck your dick so good."

"Shit man - never had NO girl come close. But I want to see her take it all before I'm handing out any mutha-fuckin' awards."

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

Well talking of challenges! Dee kept moving her mouth further and further down his shaft with each bobbing movement. It shouldn't have been a problem but this was a seriously thick cock. It felt different in her mouth and she began to wonder how it would feel in her pussy. She worked on and soon her mouth met her hand at the base of his shaft.

"Oh no - that's cheating. Didn't they teach you better than using white girl tricks. Put your hands behind your back and clasp them fingers." She didn't hesitate but obeyed immediately and glanced up to see a triumphant gleam in Elvin's eye. He was enjoying having a beautiful white woman obey him. Possibly almost as much as Dee was enjoying serving him. With her hands removed there was a good half inch of his Black cock left exposed.

Dee felt Elvin's fingers gently rest on the back of her head. He wanted her to take him all and unspoken orders were still orders. She was close - her tongue could reach the base of his shaft - but her lips were just short. She pushed again and suddenly felt herself start to gag. He was just too big. She brought her hands up and immediately felt Elvin pull back.

"When you're ready," was all the Black man said. She understood and took a moment to compose herself. Then she again placed her hands behind her back and knelt before him with her mouth open. She made sure her eyes again met his - inviting him to take her and use her.

He stepped forward and she hungrily dropped her mouth back onto the thick column of flesh. She tried to relax as she approached the critical moment but still found herself just a little short. His hands returned to her head - this time pushing her down onto his cock. Dee tried to relax her mouth, all the time concentrating on keeping her hands down and behind her back. Suddenly she knew that she couldn't breath and she had to bring her hands up. At the first movement Elvin stepped back again and Dee coughed as she fought to regain her breath.

Elvin moved back in and tapped his big thick cock, now slick with her own saliva, on Dee's cheek. "You gonna give up - only ever had one girl take it all the way so it ain't no disgrace."

That settled it. Whoever that other ho was she wasn't beating Dee. She looked back into Elvin's eyes and very calmly and deliberately said. "This time, Master, don't stop until I've taken it all."

Elvin glanced at Shaka and got a nod of acceptance. He stepped forward again and for a third time Dee tried to take him, her hands behind her back. His big thick cock slid back into her mouth and she tried to relax. Again she came tantalising close to taking him all the way. Then she felt him hold her head and try to press her down onto him. She was ready for him and ready to do her part. She focused her whole being on trying to relax, to keep her hands behind her back, to fight down the inclination to gag on him. She coughed and felt saliva flood her already over-full mouth. She knew that would make her gag but fought the instinct with every part of her. She won and as she did so she felt her nose pressed against his belly.

"See what I'm saying - the little bitch can bop. Believe a teacher-girl can have skills like that?" That was Shaka.

"She's fuckin' amazing," came from above Dee. She felt his hands on her head relax and now she took over. Moving her mouth up and down his shaft and then dropping her head onto him to take his shaft all the way and use her tongue on his heavy balls. She felt the warmth of her own saliva as it drooled in long streams down onto her chest and top.

"Yeah - you something else baby, got it good and sloppy. You're hot as fuck."

"There's a reason for that," Shaka broke in. He must have given a signal because Elvin pulled back again. His big cock hard as a rock and shining with her saliva. Shaka put down the camera and moved in.

"Got that new top real messy. I can solve that." He pulled her top up and over her head, letting her tits swing free, his jewellery glinting at her pierced nipples.

"Likin' that," commented Elvin.

"Care to do the honours with that skirt," said Shaka.

"Fuck yeah," said Elvin and Dee almost immediately felt his hand easing her tight skirt down.

The material was pulled down over the curve of her butt and then she felt his hands grasping the flesh of her cheeks. "Oh FUCK yeah - spotted this fine little whooty the first time I saw it. Real nice - real tempting."

Dee was almost in a trance. Flushed and still breathless from taking his cock His next words snapped her back into reality real fast.

"Never seen a booty needed my cock in it so bad."

Oh fuck! Taking that monster in her mouth had seemed impossible, in her pussy was a tempting challenge but in her rear-end! That was not happening!

Her reaction had clearly been obvious to judge by Shaka's rumbling laugh. "Maybe not today man - my girl here is still a novice there. Besides we got more urgent business tonight ain't we sweet thing?"

"If that little white booty ain't properly broken in then I don't know what's more important," Elvin almost grumbled.

"Tell him," said Shaka.

"It's my first time with Shaka since I dumped my birth control polls. My first time with him on one of my most fertile days when I'm unprotected."

"Oh shit - no wonder you so hot tonight." His dark brown eyes sparkled with amusement. "Not sure I'd be inviting another man up when my wife was as hot as you."

"She ain't MY wife."

Shaka's remark drew another laugh from Elvin. " I saw the rings - but I should have known better. Soooo - I'm guessin her husband's a white boy."

"A white boy, dumb as a brick and an over-promoted executive at a big company. Just like half the bunk assholes come through here making your life hard. Thass why I figured you'd appreciate joining us tonight."

The two men shared a glance and Elvin smiled. He hadn't thought tonight could get much better or more surprising but well...

Shaka gestured at the couch. "Take a seat Elvin and grab that phone. Take some POV of this hot little ho' doing what she does best."

Elvin didn't need asking twice. He sat down and beckoned to Dee who submissively took her place kneeling between his legs and began to give him the sort of blow-job a man could only get from a bopper who'd learned from the best. As she did so she heard the clink of Shaka's belt and the rustle of material as he took off his pants.

Elvin was filming her blowing him. She wasn't sure if it was Shaka's phone or his own he was using. If it was Elvin's then it could be all over the internet by tomorrow morning. Who was she kidding? The same was true if it was Shaka's phone. Hadn't she just fucked Shaka for the whole world to see anyway? She was way beyond such worries and she decided to show it. She paused and winked at the camera. "Hope you're all enjoying the show."

Elvin laughed with pleasure. "Yeah you a horny kinky little white bitch ain't ya?"

"Yessir," she responded politely.

"Why's that?" He clearly wanted her saying it herself and on record.

"Because I'm fertile tonight and I'm not on birth control," she paused and then lovingly ran her tongue around the firm broad head of his big Black cock.

"Oh - we got a pretty little white bitch all primed for Black baby making have me. She a married little white bitch?"

She waved her hand at the camera letting the light sparkle on her wedding ring and paused working on his cock only long enough to say, "Yessir."

"Hubby here tonight?"

She didn't tae her mouth off his cock this time she just shook her head and hummed, "Uuuuhhh-huhhhhhhh."

"So hubby a brotha or a white boy?"

She licked his delicious cock again. "He's a white boy."

"So he one of them cuck freaks - he sat at home jacking off thinking about his wife getting knocked up by a nigga?"

"No - he doesn't know."

"Gonna know when that belly of yours starts to grow."

"I know," she paused and then admitted what she had realised long ago but had been frightened to admit, "but I don't care."

"How you know the little one won't be his?"

"I've cut him off. We don't share the same bed anymore. I'm Black-only." She paused to show off one of her pierced nipples.

"He got a cute little piece like you and he ain't giving her what she needs. That is one sorry sack o' shit. So if he ain't man enough no more who's gonna be knocking you up?"

"My Black Master." She adjusted her position and got onto her hands and knees in the thick soft carpet before dropping her head back onto Elvin's hard cock

She had barely taken position before she knew that Shaka had taken his cue. For the second time that evening his potent Black cock was lined up on her unprotected fertile white pussy and firmly pushed home. Her pussy was warm and wet and inviting, his cock was hard and remorseless. Everyone, consciously and subconsciously, were perfectly aware of what they were there for tonight. To consummate a process that had been playing out for months. To confirm Dee's status as a Black man's woman, undeniably and irreversibly.

Dee released Elvin's cock from her mouth and gave a low gasp. Watching, the Black man saw her eyes take on something approaching a thousand-yard stare. He knew she was thinking about that Black cock in her pussy, savouring every movement of it and understanding where this would lead. His ears just caught one gently whispered word.

"Yes."

"Getting yourself Black bred ain't no excuse to neglect my cock," Elvin said with a tone of playful disapproval. He felt the thrill of pleasure and triumph as he saw the pretty blonde woman suddenly look at him with a startled expression and then quickly move to suck his big Black dick again. Shit - high-class white women like her were supposed to be way out of his league. So tonight was certainly his lucky night. This one seemed awful eager and ready to please. Be a shame not to make the most of it! "That pussy feel as good as it looks," he asked Shaka.

Shaka didn't answer - he just nodded as he continued his heavy rolling thrusts into Dee. Elvin saw Shaka's haunches slap against Dee's body as he pushed all the way home with each stroke. He felt Dee's head pushed forward a little on his cock with every repetition. His eyes feasted on the little jiggle from Dee's fine white booty each time Shaka thrust home. He felt his cock twitch in Dee's mouth. She was a fucking hot little white ho and had real skills too. He knew how much he wanted to fuck that cute little pussy, to give her his nut. He knew he'd cum in a few seconds and had almost decided to feed the slut a load when he saw Shaka give a gesture with his hand. Reluctantly he pulled back from Dee. She gave him a momentary glance and then looked down at the carpet. He knew she was feeling Shaka taking her, claiming her.

It was a beautiful sight. The classy white woman who he'd admired a few hours ago at the reception desk. Here she was giving herself to her man, a Black man, knowing that each thrust could be the one that ended in his seeding her, sealing her future. It was some heavy shit but what was best was that the little ho seemed desperate for it.

"She looks good but she gonna look better once that belly's got a Black baby in it. Once them sweet titties are all full of milk for feeding a real man's babies. Bet you'll take her down the hood and show her off."

He heard the long moan of desire from Dee and knew he was hitting the right note. He glanced up and saw Shaka nod again - even as he moved the intensity of his fucking up a notch.

"Look up here girl - right in the camera. Tells us your name and what you're here for."

"I'm Dee - I'm here to get - to get - a Black baby. - I'm here - to get knocked up - PLEEEASSEEE." The words had been panted out between the thrusts from Shaka's dominant Black cock. The last word was almost a wail of need and desire.

"All them white-bread friends and relatives of yours gonna think you ruined when that belly starts to swell - you know that don't ya."

"I don't care - fuck them - I need this. - It's who - it's who I am now."

"That right? So what are you now?"

"I'm one of - Shaka's girls. - His Black-owned - ugghhh, little bitch. - Soon his - Black-bred little bitch. - A Black man's - baby momma. - A Black man's - woman."

It was like a religious litany but delivered in a clear and impassioned voice. Each phrase punctuated by the thrust of a Black cock loaded with the potential to destroy her old life by making a new one. No-one seeing it could have doubted. This was one little cracka slut who'd worked it out. Who understood her real place in the world. Who realised nothing mattered but giving her Black masters what they wanted and what she needed.

"Hubby fuck you as good as Shaka there?"

She gave him a look of burning contempt - right into the phone's camera lens. It was beautiful - said more than a thousand words. But words were what he wanted from her.

"Tell me."

"No - no - David's useless - he could never - I wasted so much time - never knew what - this could be."

"Know now don't ya. You know who fucks best don't ya. You know who deserves to make that belly grow don't ya."

"YESSS - YESSS - BLACK MEN - NIGGAS - MY MASTERS - FUCK ME SHAKA - NUT IN ME - KNOCK ME UP - RUIN ME - MAKE ME YOURS - FOR EVERRRRRR."

It had been as if a dam had broken. The words almost screamed out as a rolling orgasm had peaked and taken control of Dee's mind and body.

"Fuck yeah." Elvin heard Shaka's grunt and knew Dee had her wish. Shaka pushed his cock home five more times with decreasing speed and intensity. Then he held still for a minute before pulling out. All that time Dee had dropped her head onto the carpet. Accepting her place, accepting his gift. Shaka gently moved up and turned her over onto her back - her legs eased apart.

Elvin focused the phone's camera in on what could only be called a thoroughly Blacked pussy. It still gaped a little from Shaka's cock and after a moment he could see the big man's seed. Or rather he could see a little of it. He knew most was planted deep inside the little white ho - exploring and questing in search of that all-important defenceless white egg. It seemed impossible they wouldn't find it - wouldn't consummate the evening as it deserved to be. Wouldn't begin Dee's new life.

"Damn dog but that is some nut you put in there. She gonna get pregnant fo' sure." Elvin seemed a million miles from the polite receptionist in his Hotel uniform. He was hungrily filming with his thick Black cock standing up against his slightly rounded belly.

He was focused on her face now. Dee was lying back on the comfortable carpet - seemingly oblivious to her exposure to the two men and anyone else they cared to show this video to. She'd heard his words - he knew that - but all there was on her face was satisfaction and excitement.

"Well that is the idea." Shaka dropped to his haunches next to Dee. "You see a fine-assed little bitch like this and you know what she's needin'. Just a case of bringing them to the realisation of where they need to be and who they really is. This one's been keeping us waiting for a while - teasing the Black man with all she has to offer." He stretched out a hand and his long fingers languidly brushed Dee's belly.

Elvin filmed it all - saw Dee's eyes fixed on the contrasting skin tones of his hand and her skin. Saw the little shiver run through her at the touch of his finger-tips.

"You believe she's got three kids?" Shaka continued as his fingers still traced their pattern on her flat white belly.

"Wouldn't have thought it - but I surely do believe she's soon gonna be having another one," responded Elvin.

"Lot of work for her getting her body back to looking this good. From the first moment I saw her I knew she'd be needing to do all that work again soon. After she's had our babies."

"Babies?"

"Yeah - she promised herself to a friend of mine as well. So she gonna be a busy little breeding ho ain't she. But that's the way it's gotta be ain't it little bitch?"

It was all set down - they simply assumed that she would accept their plans for her. She could only think of one thing to answer. She heard herself say the words, "Yes master," and again felt the surge of sexual excitement pulse through her body. A body ready and eager to make new life.

"You understand what makes a Black man's woman?" He knew she did of course. She knew he just wanted her on video stating the fact.

She swallowed a little and then said, "A woman becomes a true Black man's woman when she has a Black man's baby in her arms and another in her belly. So everyone knows, so the world knows." She hesitated and Shaka's fingers paused on her belly His beautiful deep brown eyes were locked on hers, capturing her mind, body and soul. She completed what she had to say. "I need to be a true Black man's woman, I need to be Black owned."

Shaka leaned down and gave her a tender kiss. "Yeah, I've been knowing that since long before you did. Which is why I gave you two good heavy loads of premium African seed in that sweet little pussy of yours. Chances are if you're getting knocked up tonight then that jobs already been done. Can't see what more I can do except..." he glanced at Elvin. "...I heard somewhere that seed from two men was more likely to knock a bitch up than the same amount from just one. You want Elvin here to see if he can help seal the deal?"

Her eyes widened as she looked at him - was he serious? Her mind seemed to click into overdrive and she remembered what Shaka had said Mr Taylor had once told him. "It's the destination that matters not the road travelled." Suddenly she understood. So what if Elvin's seed by some misadventure did 'seal the deal'. She would be pregnant with a Black man's baby and it would have been Shaka's doing. Every time he saw her with her belly full of a Black baby or later nursing a Black man's child. Every time he saw her and her new family, saw her living her new life, he would know that he had been the cause of it. And she would too. He had selected her and he was using her for his pleasure and she knew that she loved him for it.

She turned to Elvin where he was still filming her, his free hand leisurely moving up and down that thick Black cock of his. She thought she knew why he'd been so careful not to cum in her mouth earlier when most Black guys loved doing that. She also had an idea why that beautiful cock of his was still so hard and ready. Had he and Shaka discussed more than she had imagined earlier? Or perhaps they hadn't really met for the first time today after all. She didn't know and she didn't care. Seeing that big Black cock of his had reminded her of her thoughts earlier about just how that big boy would feel in her pussy. She wanted that and she was going to have it.

"Can you help me out Elvin, use that beautiful big Black cock of yours to make sure I'm ruined for my limp-dicked white hubby?" She knew he wouldn't be able to resist that - but they had one more surprise for her.

She'd half expected Elvin to give Shaka the camera and jump her bones there and then. Instead he held his position. "Yeah I heard about you white bitches thinking we're just at your beck and command. Well that ain't so - we ain't on the plantation missy. So you best be telling me this. How you gonna make it worth my while?"

She didn't know what to say at first but then she remembered their conversation earlier. Had that been the planting of another kind of seed? Had Elvin known this offer was going to be made? She would probably never know but again she was quite certain that she didn't care. If they had 'trapped' her then she was a very willing 'victim.' Besides, if they'd put all that planning and work in then she knew it just reflected how much they wanted her, how much they desired her. She suddenly knew she'd give Elvin his prize.

"IF you knock me up Elvin then I'll come back to you once my belly's showing and you can take me in the...well, you know".

Contd.....

[Blue Bull]

Shaka laughed, "Bit late to get shy little bitch."

Elvin just slowly shook his head. "This has got to be clear - and I don't do 'payment by results'. You want my potent nigga nut then you gotta promise to give up that sweet tight little white booty. You hearing that?"

She nodded.

"So say it." Elvin was implacable. She knew he was showing her who was boss and she thrilled to it.

"Please breed me Elvin and hopefully you'll put your strong Black baby in my belly. Give me your seed and I promise that you can fuck me ... in my ass."

"Shaka owns that pretty little pussy. Who's gonna own that tight little white booty from now on?"

"You El ... you Master."

"You're getting the idea - now time you got in that bedroom so I can breed you like the cute little white ho you is." He took a step and then paused with the camera. "Nearly forgot - you got a message for ... David, is it."

To most of Ireton Dee was still a highly respectable suburban teacher and soccer mom of three. Would they have recognised her now as she raised two middle fingers to the camera. "Fuck you loser." The two men laughed

Elvin finally handed the phone over to Shaka and bodily picked Dee up over his shoulder. He strode purposefully into the bedroom as she squealed and kicked her heels in delight. Shaka filmed them go and then followed them in.

***

"One moment," said Dee on an impulse. She held that big thick Black cock in her two hands and checked to see that Shaka was filming. Well duh! Of course he was. Dee very carefully placed her hand as far around Elvin's cock as she could and slid it down to the base. She leaned in and gently, lovingly, tapped the column of flesh against her cheek. She didn't need the view-finder to know how hot that would look.

She looked into the phone lens and smiled. "Now then white boys, and especially a certain little soft white boy called David, you want to know why we girls are going Black and, of course, never ever coming back? It shouldn't be too hard to guess." Dee tapped Elvin's cock against her cheek again. "But I know a lot of you white boys are a little lacking in the brains department and generally all out of imagination. Maybe after seeing this you'll have a better clue." She smiled a smile of pure mischief. "You little white boys have pricks, dicks, johnsons, wieners, whatever silly names you call them," she giggled to herself. "That's why we women have to go and find ourselves a real man - because a real man has a cock, proud and hard. If we are really lucky we find ourselves a cock like the two I have tonight. The ultimate when it comes to pleasing a woman. Big - Black - Babymakers." The last three words were spoken with pure conviction and clarity as she looked straight down the lens of the phone. "Did you ever really dream that you could compete?" She raised an eyebrow and then used her hand to measure Elvin's cock. "Hmmmn - that's why a man like this feels so good. Why a girl who has had this can't settle for weak sauce white boys any more. Now, if you'll excuse me, me and my new friend here have a baby to make."

She lay back and pulled her knees up and apart. Elvin didn't say a damn thing - he just eased into position and rubbed the broad head of his cock up and down the lips of Dee's pussy. He was enjoying every moment, still hardly believing the events of the night. He'd been wanting this cute little white slut since she'd come into the hotel and now, against all expectations, he was going to get his desire. As for the baby making business - well that wasn't no big thing to him but if that was what it took to keep prime white pussy like this Black owned then he had no objections. He'd nut just as big and just as deep as he could. Put the little bitch in maternity for sure.

Dee put her head up and strained to see. Immediately she felt the rush of excitement when she saw it. That big thick Black cudgel of a cock presented to her bare white pussy. It was almost obscene. No - it was obscene, but deliciously beautifully obscene. Elvin saw her looking and put his Black cock up against the pale skin of her belly. "Think you can take it?" he said with a confident smile.

"I think so," she said.

"I know so - and we gonna prove it. Right now."

"Please yes," answered Dee and watched as he lined himself up again and pushed.

Elvin wasn't rushed or rough, but he was relentless. Steadily introducing his big cock to her pussy in careful slow strokes. It felt good, it felt REAL good. She felt full, her pussy fitting round his cock like a glove, like she was made for him. She was relieved that Shaka had gone first, preparing the way and helping lubricate her with his seed. Seed that Elvin's big thick cock was now pushing deeper and deeper into her, making it seemingly certain that her egg would be claimed and her new life started. As that thought hit her she felt the rush of desire and passion surge through her again. The 'natural high' to beat all 'natural highs'. The rush that she had only felt with a Black man and with an intensity that she had only felt tonight, when she knew what the consequences could be.

Dee bit her lip to keep from crying out. She felt her whole body quiver in orgasm.

"Shit," said Elvin, "this little bitch's pussy is tight. Trying her best to milk my fuckin' nut already. How you find yo'self a girlfriend like this?"

Dee, coming out of orgasm, interrupted. "I'm not his girlfriend. I'm his woman, I'm his whore. Want me to be your whore too? Then fuck me like you want it - show me what you can do."

Elvin paused and then smiled. Dee loved that smile - the smile of a Black man confident in his own abilities. The smile that told her to hold on for a wild ride. At the same moment she felt Elvin start to pick up the intensity of his thrusts. His big cock found its way deep into her, insistently claiming every part of her. She feasted on it, savoured it, thrilled to the warmth and power of his strong masculine body. He dropped himself down to kiss her, their tongues meeting. She felt the weight of him, against her hard nipples, against her soon to be swelling belly. His weight was holding her in position but why would she care? Why would she want to be anywhere but where she was now? She threw her arms around him and held him close. She kissed him hungrily, savagely, desperately. She wanted him to know how much she wanted him too.

It certainly seemed to work. She tasted the salt of his sweat as he worked to satisfy her and himself. His hands gripped her shoulders and she knew he was getting close. Just the thought sent her over the top again, groaning and shivering with the power of her own emotions.

"Ooooohhhhhh fuccckkkk...." He gave a last thrust on top of her and she knew he was cumming. He made a move as if to pull out but she wrapped her legs around him and held him there, their bodies and mouths locked together. Only when she knew that he was done did she relax and release him.

He looked down into her face. "Damn you the hottest little fucking bitch out there." She looked into his eyes and knew he meant it. Was it pride to feel a thrill at having pleased a man like this. Well fuck it - if so then she was one proud little white slut tonight! She felt a last little surge of adrenaline but she was coming down off her sexual high now. She had been well fucked and she started to feel fatigue creep up on her.

They shared a last smile and a last kiss. Then he stood up and went for his clothes. "I best be on my way. Thanks for everything. That was amazing."

"Hold on." Shaka watched his camera's screen for a few seconds and then nodded. "You ever in the Capital?"

"Sure."

"Gimme your number."

Elvin complied. Shaka entered it on his phone. "I can introduce you to some good people over here. What you say Dee - think our friends over there will enjoy meeting Elvin?"

"I think they'll love meeting a talented man like Elvin," she giggled.

"Also," said Shaka, "I'll be in touch when our girl here is showing . So you can collect your fee."

Elvin pulled on his jacket and paused. "I didn't mean no disrespect there. She got me a little excited. Won't insist on holding no-one to it - what makes a booty most fine is the fact its being given up."

Was she still a little crazy with all the endorphins and pheromones? Maybe. Or maybe it was the desire to please him - to ensure he'd never be forgetting this particular 'little bitch.' No matter how many more white girls Shaka and co might introduce him to. She got up off the bed and stood by him. She turned her body a little so he could see her rear end. "Thought you liked this?" She wiggled her butt for him.

"Oh yes," he chuckled, "I like that just fine."

"Then maybe your memory's slipping a little. Maybe you've forgotten who owns this. Who owns this Elvin?"

He nodded and ran his tongue over his lips. "Maybe you should remind me?"

"You own it Elvin, its yours. Any time, any place. Now give my ass a slap to show you accept."

His big Black hand came down on her butt with a reassuring thwack. Not too hard but just hard enough to show intent.

Shaka held out his fist and Elvin bumped it with his own. Shaka nodded again in approval. "Like I said I'll be in touch - my women always keep their promises."

Dee was already thinking of a few friends she'd need to be talking to. It'd been put off long enough. She knew how many Black man did love to fuck a white girl in the ass. If she was to be a Black man's woman then she'd have to learn some skills in that department too. She remembered Elvin's big thick cock and figured that she'd need to learn those skills real fast and real well.

Assessment

David swallowed nervously. It did not feel right to admit such things but the woman in front of him knew that he was holding something back. Her intelligent blue-grey eyes seemed to demand that he confess.

He finally decided to bite the bullet. Linda had made it clear that he would have to pass her assessment if he hoped for further promotion. Not that she had said as much but the signals had been clear.

Signals. He'd been sensing other signals too. His wife's absences and a certain difference to her when she was with them. A self-possession, a confidence, a personal strength. There were physical changes too. She'd always looked after herself but now she looked better than she had fifteen years ago. He loved that but it made her new distance from him all the more frustrating. Not just the last couple of weeks when they'd not been sharing a bed. He now recognised the distance had been growing long before that.

"Shit you got to have the badonka-donk. That's what our men love!" The almost stereotypical Black woman on the TV had laughed and swayed her big ripe ass at the camera. It seemed surreal - the two women could not have been more different - but he seemed to sense that same sort of confidence in Dee. Since when? That wasn't the woman he had married.

"Errr, this is difficult..."

Linda leaned forward and her hand chastely patted his knee. "I know David - but we are all friends here."

God almighty - why did she always wear those low-cut tops. Why did she lean forward like that! Not that he was complaining. She just had the most amazing tits. He felt the blood pumping through his body, hoped his erect prick wasn't noticeable in his suit pants. He almost lost his train of thought but then rushed back onto it.

"I - I - I think my wife may be having an affair." Then he stopped, horrified by his admission. Not so much for making it to Laura - but for admitting it to himself.

Linda held up a hand. "It's good that you are being honest with yourself but remember that it may not be the case. Do you suspect who she might be having an affair with?"

David shook his head in impotent annoyance. "I just have no clue. Someone in the Capital I think, perhaps someone she works with. She works at a college with a lot of..." He cut himself short. He felt his penis shrinking with panic at what he had almost said, at his revealing of another of his deepest terrors.

Linda watched him carefully, bringing her professional skills to bear. After three meetings she felt sure her initial assessment of him had been correct. Now she waited for him to gather himself together.

"My wife, um, works in the Capital, at a college in an, um, urban environment."

That word, 'urban', was carrying a lot of weight there.

"Tubman High has a large number of, um, minority students and staff. I'm, well, I think perhaps her Principal..." David was choosing each word with what seemed like intense physical effort.

First 'urban' and now 'minority' - why the dog-whistles were almost deafening from where Linda sat! She raised a hand holding a pen. "I think I can put your mind at rest there. I happen to know the Principal of Tubman High, Marcus Jones, through my husband. I know he is a very happily married man and I have never suspected him of having a roving eye. We women pick up on such things - as I'm sure you can guess."

David again felt a deep well of cold black terror open in the pit of his stomach. Linda had to be saying that she had noticed HIS roving eye. He steeled himself and tried to meet her gaze.

Linda had been a psychoanalyst for many years. She had the 'poker-face' required for her trade. So she didn't react to David's abject attempt to show confidence. She did feel considerable sympathy for him. He wasn't an evil man or a bad man but he was a weak man, a weak man who was horribly out of his depth.

"I understand the staff at Tubman are mainly African-American?" Her tone was neutral. "I know that Marcus Jones is. Do you suspect that your wife might be having an affair at work?"

David's chin wobbled. He nodded his head.

"...with an African-American?" Her tone was calm but insistent

His eyes came up again to meet hers. She knew he was being forced to face his greatest fear. However, he WAS going to have to face it - and she needed to know how he would react. He nodded again.

"How do you feel about that?"

He suddenly flared up with impotent rage. "How do you think I feel? If it's true then I'll kill them." Suddenly he stopped and his face seemed to set firm. "No, no, I wouldn't do that. But I would make her pay."

"How?"

"I'd make sure she never sees my children again."

"Don't you think your children would still need their mother?"

"They don't need a nigger-loving whore." The words seemed to hit the walls of the room with a loud clang. David's face suddenly crumpled with fear as he realised what he had said.

Linda took that personally. A lot of her friends were 'nigger-loving whores'. She herself had been a 'nigger-loving whore' before she had become a very happily-married 'nigger's' wife. Again her professional training didn't let her feelings show through. Her sympathy for the pathetic sack of shit sat opposite her had taken a bit of a beating however.

"I shouldn't have said that," David admitted.

"It's best that we be honest," replied Linda, "I think it's incredibly brave of you."

"Brave?"

"A man in your position and with your responsibilities being ready to become a single-parent of three young children. That would be daunting for most men. Of course you no doubt have savings and once you'd stepped back from your job you would have plenty of free time. Still, that's quite a life change."

"I wouldn't allow it to affect my work." He'd seen the danger and his tone was pleading, almost a whine.

"I know you believe that but I've seen so many cases like this." Linda made a note on her clipboard. "Apart from anything else there would be the distraction of a messy divorce case and custody battle. The only thing worse would be if your wife knew any hot-shot lawyers."

She watched the comment hit home. Watched him remember all his wife had told him about that ex-pupil of hers who was now a high-flying lawyer in the capital. David swallowed something hard and jagged.

"With all that on your plate," Linda continued, "how could you not have to step back. I'm sure the company wouldn't want to lose someone of your talent and experience but..."

The panic was rising in David now. How had his easy comfortable life suddenly turned to shit. He knew what she was saying. In today's commercial environment his company wouldn't be carrying any passengers. He could certainly forget any hopes of promotion, he might be out altogether. Then what would he do? He wanted to curl up in a little ball and hope for it all to go away.

Linda gave him a beautiful sympathetic smile. She leaned forward and placed her hand on his. "Don't worry David. Whatever happens you are not alone. You'll have me, your friend, to advise you. In the meantime don't cause any problems at home or spark any sort of a confrontation. Maybe we can steady the ship there. I've talked to the Directors and they have only concern for your well-being. They want you here and we don't want any rash actions to imperil that do we? Will you trust me on this David?"

He felt like a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders, at least for the moment. He wasn't going to have to face it yet - he wasn't going to have to make a decision. He nodded again, a picture of pathetic gratitude.

Getting the Rules Straight

Anna almost snorted with laughter as she held her hand to her mouth. "OMG," she giggled.

Dee took back the tablet and skimmed her finger across it until another comment was front and center. She showed it to her friend.

Anna's eyes sparkled with excitement and amusement "Seems you have some fans," she said and flashed Dee a cheeky smile.

You could say that. Shaka had shown her the site a few days after their meeting at the Regency. The site where he had posted the video of their activities. A video carefully edited to hide the identity of Elvin but which showed her off to all the world - or at least all the world who were members of a certain site dedicated to interracial sex.

Shaka had particularly directed her attention to the comments section, spooling through what seemed to be hundreds of comments each marked by an avatar of the member concerned.

The comments followed a certain theme.

LVBull - 'Ever bring the whore to Sin City then gimme a holla. I'll give her what she's needin.'

ProStud14" - 'Fuck Shaka how you always get the best little bitches?'

TeachDFan35 - 'This was amazing. That pussy looked real hungry. How's a brotha get in on that action?'

BBCinTN - 'Sweet little MILF keep bakin-cakes then she gonna be putting on weight real soon.'

EbonyDaddy12 - 'Need to see that classy piece with a Black baby in her. Post pics when she's showing.'

BigOlBullESL - 'Send her out to us. Guarantee we'll return her Nigga-bred.'

TheLevyBreaksEmIn - 'She's wasted on you Yanks. How the fuck ain't she pregnant yet? Might have to look her up next time I'm over there.'

TeachDFan7 - 'Fuck yeah. Our Queen's getting herself knocked up.'

TheRealE - 'Was a real pleasure to meet with the lovely Dee. I'm hoping it proves to have been as productive as it was enjoyable.'

It had come as a bit of a shock to Dee. Not that they had been posting pics and vids of her - she had sort of understood that. The site's members were verified and approved - a worldwide community of Black men who appreciated hot white women. The shock for Dee was still the fact that men like these put lil' ol' her in that category. Shaka had posted her images and vids under the category, 'TeachD'. She'd thought 'TeachDFan35' was a 35-year-old fan of hers and had felt very flattered. 'TeachDFan7 ' had then caused some concern until she'd realised it meant there were probably at least 35 members who'd wanted to adopt that user-name. That had felt even better!

She'd asked Shaka if he knew anything about 'TheLevyBreaksEmIn'. Her Master had looked graveyard serious for a moment. "Levy is real bad news. He ever come near you then you haul ass in the opposite direction you hear me. That 730 mothafucka's on a warning from me and I only give any man one." Dee had rarely seen Shaka like that and understood to heed his advice.

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[Blue Bull]

***

Strangely enough, though, it was Levy that had indirectly brought Anna and Dee to a familiar small store in the Capital this afternoon. They were checking Dee's 'fan-mail' as they waited.

It had followed on a bad day for Dee. The day that her body had told her that Shaka and Elvin had not achieved their goal. She'd texted Shaka the news and he had asked her to meet him after work. He'd driven her down to Silky's and led her into his usual booth at the back of the bar.

"Remember asking me about a certain Limey muthafucka?"

"You mean Levy?"

"Yeah. Well what's that they say about old clocks. Even when they was fucked they was still right twice a day. Well Levy did make one contribution that I can respect." He handed Dee a sheet of paper.

She read it with shock, then with curiosity, then with something approaching excitement.

B.M.W. Contract

I, , agree to the following clauses of this contract and will adhere to them faithfully:

1. I accept that I am the property of my Black owners, both Masters and Mistresses.

2. I will NOT suck or fuck other cocks from now on. If my spouse is not a Black owner then either that marriage must end or my spouse must formally acknowledge that his wife will be following this contract and accordingly must relinquish all supposed rights or influence over me.

3. I will NOT wear panties, except as agreed in advance for hygienic reasons. I will ensure that my cunt is always kept fresh and available for my Black owners' pleasure.

4. Any clothing that I wear in the company of Black men MUST be appropriately sexy and revealing. It is my responsibility to dress and act in such a manner as to impress and please Black men at all times. When asked to wear certain clothing by my Black owners I will follow their wishes - though I may suggest alternatives which it will be at my Black owners' discretion to approve.

5. I will maintain gym membership and exercise regularly in order to keep my body fit and ready to be used for my Black owners' pleasure.


6. I agree that it is an obligation on my part to encourage other white females to go Black. This may include relatives, friends and work colleagues. Where possible I will direct all women showing such an interest to my Black owners.

7. I understand that my Black owners pledge not to FORCE me into illegal or physically damaging activities. In return I pledge that I will eagerly and enthusiastically engage in servicing their wishes and desires in all ways possible. Any illegal or permanently physically altering procedures, i.e. cosmetic surgery, tattooing or piercing, will only be undertaken with the prior consent of both sides.

8. I understand that my role is to provide sexual pleasure for Blacks and Blacks only. I will participate in Black sex bareback and wherever and whenever my Black owners wish. I understand that should this lifestyle lead to changes occasioning material hardship then I can apply to suggested organisations for support so long as I remain obedient to all clauses of this contract.

9. I undertake never to use birth control and to receive Black seed as my Black owners instruct. I understand that this will lead to pregnancy or pregnancies and gladly accept my role as a white breeding slut. The material needs of resulting offspring will be met by myself and supporting organisations without recourse to legal measures or paternity tests.

10. This contract is open-ended and can only be terminated with the agreement of the Black owners. Breach of these rules will be punishable at the discretion of the Black owners without the right of appeal. This punishment will extend up to, but not be restricted to, expulsion and banning from all activities of the Black owners, their associates and associated organisations.

Signed: / Date: 15 December 20XX

Dee remembered seeing a tattoo on some of the girls' arms - tattoos that had mentioned the 'ten rules'. Now she was seeing them spelled out for the first time.

"What you think?"

"Pretty intense." Dee replied.

"Yeah - but what I'm asking is are you ready to commit yourself."

"What about Clause 2? You know David would never accept that."

"I've said I'll do what I can for you. That doesn't mean your marriage has any future. You've outgrown it, you've left him behind."

Dee nodded.

"Any other problems?"

Dee quickly scanned the paper again. She looked back up at Shaka with a quizzical expression.

"Clause 6", said Shaka.

She returned to it

6. I agree that it is an obligation on my part to encourage other white females to go Black. This may include relatives, friends and work colleagues. Where possible I will direct all women showing such an interest to my Black owners.

She couldn't really see the problem there and told him so. Her circle of friends and colleagues had changed a lot over the last year. Most of them needed no encouragement from her in that department.

Shaka's response was dry but to the point. "I wasn't thinking about now - I was thinking about in fifteen or twenty years time." Then he watched her eyes widen as she understood him.

"Hey..you mean..." she said and then her voice tailed off.

"What mother doesn't want her daughters to have the best, to avoid the mistakes that she made?"

"I know but..."

"It doesn't seem right - and at the moment it certainly wouldn't be. Let a child be a child - they don't need to be rushed along any faster than the whole damn world will be trying to do anyway. But, as a Mom, you need to be preparing yourself for the day that will come. The day you will pass on your experience and knowledge to them."

"They will have to make up their own minds."

"The paper says 'encourage' don't it? That's all we ask. When the time comes..." Shaka pushed his pen across the table to Dee.

She knew that it was another opportunity for her to prove herself. A compensation for their disappointment. She understood that. But was it meant as compensation for her or for Shaka or for them both? She didn't know that but she did understand that she needed something to fill a gap in her soul that she had been aware of since that morning. Still, however, she hesitated. Signing the paper - no problem. Following those rules - wasn't she doing most of them already? Even Clause 6 - and she remembered that Shaka had warned her to take note of it - probably only confirmed what she was going to do anyway, when the time came. If, of course, she still had any role in her daughters' lives by then. By then, she knew, if David had his way she wouldn't even have access.

She'd had to address that possibility, perhaps probability. In her fears it was almost a certainty. It was a brutal realisation. It made every moment with her children precious beyond words but she also knew that to seek that joy was selfish beyond words, doing them no good. Davey and the girls needed to be less reliant on her not more. If she was lost to them they would need to recover quickly, to forget her if they could. That was why she did not feel guilt for her absences at 'seminars' and 'work meetings'.

The rules weren't what made her hesitate. It was the second part of this particular little ritual that she had surmised from what she'd seen on the arms of women like Emily and Georgia. Paper could be lost or burned or ruined by water. There was a more permanent record of this commitment - a record at least as permanent as the woman who made it.

She remembered whose idea all this had been. "Your Levy asks a lot - he must be a crafty vicious bastard."

"He's not MY Levy - and you have no idea. If I have my way you and those you love never will. That's my promise and pledge - in return for yours," he waved a hand at he paper and pen,.

"When?"

"I'll call Izeye - make an appointment for after work Wednesday."

Giving her a few days to think it over, making sure she wasn't rushed. Letting her consider the implications and the symbolism of the act. She knew the way Shaka operated by now. He'd never force her to do anything - much of his pleasure came from her willingness to take her new path. She also knew that he wasn't worried about her backing out however long he gave her to think about it. He knew her too well to need to worry about that.

***

"Your first time - well just try to relax and keep still. You'll find its nothing like so bad as you might have been fearing." Izeye's movements had all the casual grace of years of experience. He used a swab to clean the inside of Dee's upper right arm. She felt her mouth go dry.

"I ... guess so."

The big man gave her a reassuring smile. He gently turned his own arm to draw her attention. She saw the complex swirling patterns of ink on his dark skin. How many hours had it taken to create that? The message was clear - he knew his job from both ends of the needle.

"This is a simple script - nice and short procedure. There's no heavy color involved. Generally one sitting but if you've had enough then tell me and we'll take it in stages, OK. Over the last year or so I've done a lot of these. Upper arm is a good place for a beginner. You ready?"

She'd signed the damned form hadn't she! She reached out a hand and Anna grasped it. It was good to have her there for support. Dee scrunched her eyes shut and said, "Go on."

She heard the machine and felt Izeye hold her arm still. Then came the bite of the needle into her skin. She concentrated on keeping her breathing steady and her arm still. The pain level crept up and then held at a level. She breathed a little easier. It hurt but it was nothing she couldn't handle. She'd had three children after all!

Izeye paused. "All going OK?"

She nodded and he resumed. This time she kept her eyes open. Watched the big man apply the needle with intricate precision. Quickly and accurately he traced the words of the script. She wanted to see it - though she knew that was crazy. It would take a while to heal and hadn't she seen the same tattoo on several of her friends.

'I pledge to obey the Ten Rules of a Black Man's Woman'

The font was like the message - crisply legible but with just enough design for artistry. Anyone reading the tattoo knew the lifestyle of the woman wearing it, in outline if not in detail. Any Black man or White woman who knew the '10 Rules' had a deeper understanding of course.

Sleeveless tops were going to have to be worn with extreme discretion from now on. However, she could still get away with short sleeves if she was careful. The motor of Izeye's machine continued to whirr and the needle continued to trace its quick precise movements as Izeye leaned over her his face set in concentration. It might be a very easy tattoo for an artist like him but he still gave it his full care and attention. There was a reason everyone with a brain came to Izeye for things like this.

She glanced at Anna and smiled. Anna smiled back. Dee knew what she had been thinking. She'd been watching Dee for a sign of her future - her own tattoo had been delayed for nine months or so by recent happy events. Dee's smile had reassured her, had encouraged her. Dee felt good about that - almost forgot the pain coming from her arm. It was good to encourage people, especially people you loved.

Not Just for Christmas

The children's excited voices rang out through the familiar room. Dee had not been living here so long but she knew just how much of a tradition this was at their church. So since she had three children participating she had been very ready to don the felt green hat and serve as an assistant to the occasion's main man.

Talking of whom...

HO HO HO.

The voice was deep and reverberating. The door flew open and there he was. Santa Claus himself - at least for this congregation. His big portly body swathed in the traditional red and white costume. His face a mass of white beard with two twinkling dark eyes.

The children screamed their delight, her own two daughters vigorously contributing to the cacophony. Her son was rather quieter. He was a sharp boy and had already begun to realise that all might not be quite as the grown ups said it was. Dee cast him a glance and raised her eyebrows. Davey caught her eye and then smiled back. He had a good idea what was going on but he wasn't going to be spoiling it for his sisters.

Dee and another of his elves cleared a way to Santa's chair and the big figure gratefully deposited his huge sack by it before planting himself in the easy chair provided.

"Hello children - how you all been doing since I saw you last. We got the usual order of business. Presents for the children what's been good and a piece of coal for them's that's been naughty. Now who's been good this year?"

The roar of high-pitched noise almost blew the roof off the place.

Santa's deep bass chuckle sounded out. "I figured so. Now, who's been naughty?"

There was sudden silence. A whole room full of small children all trying to avoid catching Santa's eye.

"None of you been naughty? Again! Seems it's that way every year! Maybe I should ask yo' parents or maybe you can tell me if anyone here's been naughty?"

Again there was silence for a moment as young minds calculated whether a few skilful indictments might lead to more presents for everyone else.

Fortunately, Santa was an old hand at this. Before merry chaos could break out he had spoken again. "Well, never mind that. I'm givin' a special pardon to every naughty boy and girl just fo' this year. 'Cos I know you didn't mean it. Be sure to behave for next year tho - can't be sure I can be so generous then. You all gonna be good next year?"

Another wave of noise as children swore earnest devotion to the cause of always being good little boys and girls.

Santa held up two gloved hands. "Thass fine, thass fine. I guess I'll have to be calling at ALL yo' houses on Christmas Eve. Gonna be a busy man fo' sure. My other elves still finishing making yo' big presents but I got a little something for you all today. Or perhaps yo'd rather wait."

The response was predictable. Soon Santa was performing his annual duty of providing presents for each of the children in turn. Dee helped select the appropriate presents and hand them on to the main man as he asked each child what they wanted for Christmas Day.

Santa's lines and actions were smooth as silk. He'd got a lot of experience. He'd been doing this gig for fifteen years and he'd done the same over at two social centers in Solway almost as long. He knew some of the girls would ask for ponies and some of the boys for a space rocket or the latest games console. He could handle all that and even today, when he had cause to want to get this over and done with, he wasn't hurried but enjoyed every moment. He loved doin' it - well except for that damned hot outfit. At least over in Solway he could ditch the gloves and have a little less fake beard!

Finally the year's deliveries were made and the children all sang Santa a Christmas carol of thanks. He heaved his bulk up out of the easy chair and gave a resounding HO HO HO of appreciation. Then he gestured towards Dee. "If my helper here can help carry my sack then I'll have to be goin'. Thass my busiest time of the year you knows."

The children, having done their duty and sung for their suppers, were ushered over to the Christmas treat tables. The other elves and helpers supervised them and almost kept the famished multitude's fingers off the spread while the Reverend said the grace.

Santa had carried a huge sack full of presents into the room on his own. So why did he need Dee to help him carry the empty one out? Nobody seemed to ask that question but one acute young mind noticed it. Davey pondered a moment before realising that he risked getting beaten to all the tastiest treats if he dawdled too long.

***

"Fuck me but thass better," he said as he threw off his heavy gloves and carefully locked the door to his store room. Couldn't have anyone wandering in unexpected like.

"Language Santa - or are you a BIG naughty boy. Maybe you shouldn't get YOUR present," giggled Dee.

"Fuck that!" said Santa. "Damn right I'm a bad boy but I'm lucky 'cos I got an elf whose REAL naughty too - just the way I likes her." He shucked off his heavy white-trimmed red coat and his hat.

"Should I take off my hat too?" asked Dee.

Santa hauled off his big black boots. "Fuck no - you looks cute as fuck with that on. Remind me of that actress from that film a while back - but cuter and sexier."

Dee felt the little blush in her cheeks. It didn't get old - the appreciation of men like this for her. She gave her rear end a little wiggle for him. "Santa likes his elf then?"

Santa's eyes sparkled as they took her in. He almost growled his assent. "Got the hottest fuckin' elf out there. Now we ain't got much time."

Dee dropped to her knees and pulled down Santa's red trousers. His shorts were tenting in a manner very gratifying to a woman's ego. Santa was seriously ready for her! She didn't hesitate and pulled down his shorts. His big Black cock almost sprang out at her, his heavy balls swinging free of the material. Her mouth closed over the broad dark head of his cock and Santa gave an appreciative chuckle.

"Damn you good at that - who taught you such good game?"

She paused a moment. "Black men - before I met them I had no game at all." Then she went back to work on pleasing her man.

"Nah - you always been seriously fucking hot. You just needed the right men to let you show it. Talking of which - I'd like another ten minutes of that sweet mouth but the congregation might just notice. Santa's got an extra special delivery to make..."

Dee knew what he wanted and what she needed. Happily she had on one of her church-going long skirts so she didn't need to undress. She just got up and leaned against the wall with her back to him.

She felt him pull her the hem of her skirt and then his hand with it bunched in his fingers was at her shoulder. His other hand explored and found a very ready, very hungry and very wet little white pussy.

"Hmmmnnn," he signalled his approval. "Whose pussy is this?"

"Your pussy Daddy, I mean Santa." Dee giggled.

"What sorta pussy this?"

"White pussy, Santa."

"Say it again."

"Um, fertile White pussy Daddy."

"Thass right. You my fucking hot little fertile white ho' aintcha."

"Yes Daddy - I'm your ho'."

"Yeah, 'cos ho' ain't no insult is it - it's just stating how things is when a white girl finds her Black man. You sure you're a ho girl?"

"I'm proud to be your ho Daddy, proud to be a Black man's woman."

His finger ran the length of her pussy and almost brought her to her knees the sensations were so strong. He gave a deep laugh of pleasure at her reaction. "Shaka was trying to breed this pussy last month. You enjoy that ho'?"

"God yes," she knew she didn't have to hide her Black lovers from each other. Such foolish nonsense was restricted for her husband. Shaka and this man had made an arrangement and Shaka had taken the first opportunity to fulfil her destiny, to make her truly Black owned. He'd fucked her every day she had been fertile last month, planting his seed deep into her, trying to claim her irrevocably for himself and for the Black race. It had been a whirl of hot passionate sex and she had just known that he would succeed. It seemed impossible that a man like Shaka would not.

Rationally she should have known better. Mother Nature didn't work like that. Each month was maybe a one in four chance. With Shaka's potency and skills that might be one in three. Either way it was still against the odds that she'd become pregnant that first month. Hadn't Shaka admitted the fact by the deal he'd made with Bill? Shaka would take her first but if he didn't get the job done then she'd be Bill's until it was Then she'd go back to Shaka for her second Black child, the one that confirmed to all the world that she was a Black man's woman, that she was Black owned for sure and for keeps.

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