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

[Blue Bull]

She knew that from the first moment they had met Shaka had intended and planned to get her to this point. He wasn't the self-denying type but he was in no hurry. What mattered was that another attractive white woman was claimed for the Black man, was brought to realise the joy of being able to shout that fact out to the world. He would take great pleasure in making her his baby-momma but he felt no need to be first. She had allowed him the first opportunity to breed her Black and that what was mattered. Now if another Black man gave her his baby then that was at Shaka's discretion and everyone knew it. It pleased him to allow Bill his opportunity.

She felt his big body move up behind her and his hand again teased her pussy lips. "Damn but I do love me this little white pussy. All primed and ready. By rights I should be getting it all this week shouldn't I. And why's that?"

"Because I'm ready for you - ready to take your seed, ready to be your baby-momma."

There was a low growling laugh of triumph behind her and she felt his lips kiss her ear. His fingers at her pussy were joined by something thicker and stronger. His cock, strong and hard and warm, potent with potential. Bill's body shifted behind her and she felt him enter her. Her pussy was wet and ready, eager to welcome him, to take what her body needed from him. She didn't need to think about it - it was pure instinct.

"Oh God," she whimpered. She wasn't even really aware of her surroundings any more. That her children were only a few rooms away. That she was having illicit sex in a back room at her family's church. It was just how things had to be. She was going away for the week with her family and only on this first of her seriously fertile days did she have any chance to be with Bill. It was risky and dangerous but it had to be. She couldn't contemplate having to wait another day more than was necessary, let alone another month. She wanted Bill to claim her, to give her the reward of her new found sexuality, and she wanted him to do it now.

"Yeah," he almost breathed into her ear, "I knows what you need. Same as yo' little friend Anna got. Gonna have the same result too ain't it?"

"Oh yes, please yes," she moaned and he began his familiar heavy rolling rhythmn of sex. They didn't have much time, certainly none to waste. Any minute their continued absence could set suspicious minds on their track. Could begin the process of her discovery, of her 'disgrace.'

Even as the thought flashed in her mind she felt the accompanying surge of sexual excitement. She knew her 'disgrace', even with its heavy price, would also be her emancipation. Her ultimate freedom to be who she now knew she had always been.

Each thrust of Bill's big Black cock, each of her Black Daddy's caresses, were taking her closer to that ultimate goal.

Dee moaned out loud, felt her knees seem to give way beneath her. Bill's strong hand tightened its grip on her side, held her there ready to receive him.

"Little ho' trying to get away?"

"Uuuuggghhhhh," was the only answer Dee could give. Her body was helpless under the powerful surge of sexual excitement. Bill chuckled and then accelerated his thrusts. Dee gasped and moaned with each powerful repetition, each time that her man claimed her pussy as his by right.

They didn't have much time and this couldn't last long. Fortunately they were each too excited for that to be a problem. Bill's grip tightened on her shoulder and side as he shot his heavy load of African seed deep into his cute little white ho. "Fuck yeah," he exclaimed - his words reverberating round the small store-room.

"Breed me, breed me, give me my baby." The words came out almost automatically. Dee's sub-concious speaking for her and in a voice much too loud given the circumstances. She felt Bill's hand move to cover her mouth but too late.

"Damn, 'ho, you wanting to get caught? That belly's gonna give you away soon enough but we needs a little caution just now you hear," Bill growled into her ear.

His words brought Dee back to the here and now. Reminded her of all she was risking - no, not risking, all that she was giving up. The thought was momentary because Bill spoke again.

"Now we got that perfect little white pussy how it needs to be - full of my good African nut. Put that to good use over the holidays you hear?"

Her moment of reflection was gone - a brief flicker of the old Dee, the Dee restrained by her upbringing, by her marriage and by societal demands. Now she thought only of the week to come. The holidays with her family, her white family, spent with every moment knowing that her new family might be already developing within her. A new life that would also bring her a new life.

'Oh God - please yes,' she thought, the prayer strangely appropriate for location. Then he took his hand from her mouth as he pulled out of her. She felt her skirt drop back to cover her. She took a deep breath and then turned.

Even as she did so he took her in his strong arms and his mouth came to meet hers. They kissed deeply, hungrily, each wishing that they had more time. But they had already been away too long. Bill took responsibility and broke the kiss. He held Dee's face gently between his big hands. His deep dark eyes held hers. "You the sexiest little white bitch a man could own, you know that?"

A modern woman should be outraged by such a statement but Dee wasn't outraged. Her heart raced with pleasure. She wished that they could just go now, to Solway or wherever. That her Black daddy could take her away and keep her until they knew they had succeeded.

It wasn't to be - for now. They hurriedly rearranged their clothes and carefully stepped out of Bill's room. None saw them or even seemed to notice them return to the main room where all the children were busily demolishing a table full of food.

Well, all except one. Davey was eating alright but he had been keeping his eyes open and he saw them both return. He was an observant boy - in many ways more observant and much quicker on the uptake than his father. He saw his mother and Bill the janitor return to the room and saw them share a glance. Then his mom was looking around the room for his sisters and then for him. Their eyes met and his mom smiled.

End of Part 11.....

[Blue Bull]

White MILF teacher finds her friends all want her Black bred....

Just a Quick Stop-Off:

"Of course Mom - what's the problem!"

Dee couldn't help smiling - despite the situation. Young Davey was asserting his independence but he was doing it in a familiar whine, if a little more high-pitched than she was used to. With that small adjustment it could have been David protesting about something, anything. Davey was his father's son there was no doubt about that. She guessed that spending more time with his father - one cause of some of David's moaning to her - was having an effect. It wasn't the worst thing that could happen. Her husband was a decent enough man if a little lazy, a little privileged and a lot dull.

"You'll be OK - I can leave you for a few minutes?" She knew as she was saying it that she was being mischievous, teasing her son.

"Of course I will be - of course you can!" His lower lip stuck out in a pout - was it her imagination or was that just like his father too.

She couldn't resist it. "Are you sure?"

"Mom - I'm not a baby!" His little mouth was tight with frustration now. He was claiming the privileges of his growing age. Of course he could be trusted for a while on his own. He didn't need to be tied to his mom with metaphorical apron-strings any more.

Dee felt her heart beat a little faster. Young Davey wasn't the only one who was claiming his rights and privileges today. Her phone's beep had alerted her to his message.

"You by Douglas? Our usual place?"

She'd been about to pick up Davey - but Douglas was a very short detour.

"I have an errand to run on the way - OK Davey? I just need to collect something?"

Her son's fingers had already been flying on his own phone. A new game he and his friends had discovered - harmless enough and very good for keeping him occupied.

Fortunately they didn't have to go into Douglas itself - the power center was on their side of the city. She parked in the big lot outside of the now familiar store..

"Unless you'd like to come in with me?"

Davey flashed her a glance of half panic and half disgust. Trailing around the store as Mom picked clothes was not his idea of fun.

It wasn't exactly a high-fashion store but it was very good for picking up essentials at a very reasonable price. Retail might be struggling but there were plenty of people here. She didn't have too much time to waste and moved directly across the store towards the fitting rooms.

It didn't surprise her to see the usual security on duty. He smiled when he saw her. He took a step in her direction. "Like to try something on." It wasn't a question.

Oops! She'd been rather concentrating on her real reason to be here and had plum forgotten to pick out an item to try on! Frank on security was the husband of one or her friends from the club so he was very cool with this but it was only fair to give him plausible deniability just in case something did go wrong.

She smiled at him and raised her eyebrows. Then she picked out a top - nothing too amazing but nothing she wouldn't wear either. It didn't much matter anyway.

Frank nodded when he saw her return. "Number eight is free."

The fitting rooms were mainly small cubicles but number eight was different. Not only was it larger but it was separated from the others by a small storage space and it had a 'cleaning in progress' plastic sign positioned in front of it.

Dee walked round the sign without hesitation and opened the door of fitting room eight.

As soon as she closed the door behind her she felt his arms hold her and his mouth found hers for a long deep kiss. She looked into his deep brown eyes and knew that hers were twinkling with just as much mischief as his. She knew they had both been looking forward to this moment from the instant of waking that morning. Longer than that. Since she had checked the calendar and isolated these five days.

"Damn you looking good baby." Bill's compliment was almost purred out in his deliciously deep voice. "Wish we had more time today."

"I know," Dee responded almost apologetically, "but tomorrow I can get away properly."

She felt the tickle of his moustache as he kissed her again. She wanted the same as him. She didn't want to rush. She wanted to be able to take her time and luxuriate in being with this man. She ran her hand through his hair - greying and cut short.

"You here on your own?" His voice was deep and low. Almost breathed into her ear. These booths weren't sound-proofed.

She shook her head and replied. "No my boy Davey is out the front."

She felt his big hand slightly tighten its hold on her butt. He smiled and kissed her again. "You a naughty little soccer mom ain't ya."

She didn't reply but just nodded. He gave his own nod and then his hands gently but insistently turned her round. she couldn't help giving a slight swallow as she felt his hands move to undo her slacks and pull them down. Every time she thrilled to the way a man like this would claim her.

She stepped out of her pants and moved her feet apart to allow him access. She heard him give a little appreciative noise and then felt his fingers at her pussy. She knew that she was breathing a little faster now. That every part of her being was yearning to feel him enter her and take her as his prize.

There was another little hum of pleasure from behind her. She knew that his enquiring fingers had found her warm and wet, ready to take him. She didn't need to look back at him; she could watch him in the mirror as he stepped back and undid his pants. A few seconds later a hard Black cock was free and ready. Her eye met his in the mirror and she knew what he was seeing there. A woman who needed what he could give her, all that he could give her.

Bill smiled, stepped forward and she felt his Big Black Cock at the entrance of her pussy. A movement and he was already claiming her. Her pussy accepting him, welcoming him. Dee gasped and then a Black hand came onto her mouth to stifle the sound.

They had to be a little careful. Frank the security guard would make sure no-one got too close but they couldn't afford to have Dee screaming the whole store down! She wanted to do just that. Every time Bill, her Black Daddy, thrust his beautiful Big Black cock home into her she wanted to scream out to the world how good it felt. How she'd finally found what she needed. To warn every woman out there not to settle for white-bread loving when they could get the real thing.

She shuddered with the power of the thoughts rushing through her. She felt the strong Black fingers over her mouth and knew how much she wanted to tell him to cum in her, to give her his strong Black baby and make her his woman for ever. She wanted to tell him that but she also knew she didn't have to. He already knew and that was what this was all about. The outside world would have thought it was rushed and sordid. She and Bill knew better. All that mattered was making sure she got his potent Black seed every day that she was most primed to conceive, every day like today. Every day that she was 'in heat.' She tried to moan and only felt his hand clamped stronger over her mouth. She breathed fast ragged breaths through her nose, felt the warmth of him and smelled the faint smell of his skin and soap.

The world would say all of this was so wrong but she knew that the world was full of sanctimonious shit. This was all so right, so natural. She belonged to Bill and men like him because they could do this to her. Take her a million miles from her boring suburban existence and blast her into heights of passion and feeling. She felt his thrusts into her accelerate and knew that he was soon going to cum. She felt her body react, primed through generations by Mother Nature to encourage her man to give her what she needed. She felt the heavy rush of sexual excitement surge through her, opened her mouth to scream and felt it stifled again by his hand. She closed her mouth and felt her teeth close on his finger even as she knew her pussy was working on his cock.

"Uhhhgghhhh," grunted Bill and she knew that he was shooting his seed deep into her. He kept his thrusts going a few seconds until he was sure that he was done, that her skilled little white pussy had claimed all his cream.

His moustache ticked her ear. "You such a hot little bitch - you sure you can't come over tonight?"

She smiled at his image in the mirror. "I need my big Black Daddy to recharge. Remember you've got me all night tomorrow. My husband thinks I'm going to a training seminar."

His smile was immediate and genuine. He loved the reminder that while he was knocking up this fine white bitch there was some dumb white boy waiting at home.

They separated and quickly adjusted their clothing. she would be leaving first, then he would follow a couple of minutes later. She almost giggled when she suddenly thought how strange it felt to be wearing panties when she was with one of her Black men. She knew why they allowed it now. It was to keep her Black Daddy's seed where it needed to be. She reached for him and kissed him deeply and passionately. She wanted him to succeed this month, she craved the chance to show him her belly as his child grew inside her. She wanted to prove herself to these men and repay them for all they had given her.

They hadn't got time to talk about this, to discuss their feelings. They also had no need. They looked into each other's eyes and understood. Bill just gave another smile of satisfaction and his big Black hand cupped her butt as she turned to leave.

***

Davey was working hard on this level. It was very difficult and had to be judged just right. He almost missed his Mom coming out of the store. She walked across towards the car and Davey paused his game. He looked at her carefully. She looked different. He wasn't quite sure why but it was interesting. He certainly wasn't worried - his Mom looked ... happy. Or excited? He thought about it for a moment and then she was back at the vehicle.

"I wasn't too long was I," she smiled at him.

He shook his head. She must have been in a rush because she looked like she had been running. Then he noticed something else. "What did you collect?"

Dee looked at him a moment. Then she responded, "Oh..., it was crazy, they didn't have what I wanted after all. Just as well it wasn't too far out of our way." Dee's eyes glanced over towards the store.

Davey's eyes followed that direction and saw someone he recognised. It was Bill who worked at their church. He wondered if he should wave but just then Bill seemed to see them and gave a sort of half-salute in their direction. Davey smiled and waved back. He liked Bill - all the children at their church did.

Bill came over and Davey looked at his Mom. She paused for just too long a moment before opening her window.

"Hey," said Bill in his deep bluff voice, "hope you both having a good afternoon. Young Davey there helping his Mom with the shopping?"

"Um, yes, he's a good boy. We don't often see you over here in Douglas."

Davey looked at his Mom - she sounded a bit strange.

Bill didn't seem to notice, he just gave a little laugh. "Takes something real special to get me to come all the way out here. Been doing it regular recently tho. Got some very important deliveries to make. Just made one now - most definitely well worth the ride."

Davey looked at his Mom again. Her cheeks had gone a little pink. That was strange too.

"Best be getting along. I'll see you on Sunday Davey." Bill set off towards his own vehicle.

Davey couldn't quite put his finger on what was strange about it. However, there WAS something. He'd maybe think about it later on. Just now he needed to get back to his game and see if he could complete that level. He grasped his phone and began to play, engrossed in the screen and its flashing images. Something caused him to look up and he saw his Mom looking at him. He didn't quite understand the look on her face but meanwhile he was about to be beaten on that Level AGAIN if he didn't watch out.

Davey's attention went back to the screen and Dee turned on her engine. It was time to go home.

Celebration:

It had been quite a while since Dee had gone down to the club but that last night had most definitely been a special occasion. They had gone to celebrate Anna's good news. She, Anna and Georgia. One had been with Anna when she had first met Izeye, one had been with her when she had first met Bill. The two most important moments in Anna's new life.

The club was busy - as it usually was on one of these 'members only' nights. Dee could look wherever she liked and see just what she had come for. The only type of men that held the slightest sexual attraction for her any more. Confident powerful dark-skinned men. They filled all shapes and sizes and ages and economic groups of adult humanity but they all that one thing in common. They were all Black.

The women, needless to say, were almost all white, with just a few Asians and Latinas. Even in the year since Dee had first come here the numbers had been growing, the message getting out. This wasn't even the only club like this. Antwan had opened a third in this city alone. More and more women were learning the potency of the experience that Dee and her friends were there to savour and enjoy. The thrill of being an object of desire for magnificent men like these. Of knowing that they wanted you, of knowing that only your own word was needed before they would move in and claim you for their prize.

The only problem was that with about three hundred men there how did you pick and choose? Well, there were worse dilemmas! First you took the floor to see their moves. You imagined that grace and power off the floor and in your bed. You knew that at any moment you could signal your assent and find out just how accurate your prediction had been. It might be a little shallow - but that sort of knowledge never got old!

"Well, well, I've been keeping my eyes open for you. That Shaka been hiding you away?"

She turned and recognised him. She'd met him here before. What had his name been? Had she ever even learned his name? She couldn't remember - but she did remember the more important things. That coal-black handsome face, his smooth confidence and his impressive ... technique.

His eyes ran over her body. His look was predatory but also appreciative. There were a lot of women here and Dee suspected that this fellow could take his pick. So attracting his attention was quite a compliment. Attracting his attention twice was even better. She felt a buzz of pleasure and felt only the tiniest bit guilty at being so proud of herself. She decided to play with him a little.

"Should I remember you?"

"Oh I think you remember me."

"I think you're flattering yourself Odell." She realised she'd suddenly remembered his name and at the same time realised her mistake. She laughed and he joined in the laugh.

"Those are my brothas over with Georgia and your other friend. You want we should find ourselves a room or you want to see if you can find a better alternative." His eyes twinkled as he made the suggestion.

Dee thought for a moment. She was sure Georgia had had enough dancing. Seven months worth of pregnancy didn't exactly help in that department. Anna was soul kissing what she had to assume was one of Odell's friends. She knew Odell himself had plenty to offer. She looked him up and down and saw his smile broaden. The cocky son of a bitch!

As if he had read her mind Odell clicked his fingers and then held out his hand. Dee did love a man who was confident in his own abilities - so long as they could live up to their own hype. She put her hand into his and felt his big Black fingers close on hers. He laughed a low laugh and then said, "You see you do remember me." Then he signalled to his friends and the six of them went to find a room.

***

Odell and his friends were enjoying themselves. Stood there with a white girl on her knees before them sucking their cocks. That sort of thing was guaranteed to keep a brotha coming back! Odell was looking down into Dee's eyes - savouring just how good she was and how much she was working to please him. He knew she was Shaka's bitch and apparently Shaka had taken her education well in hand. Now she had most everything a man needed to keep him satisfied and building his nut. He ran his hand, rough from construction work, through her blonde hair. He liked the feel of that hair, loved the contrast with his Black fingers. A man could take a lot of this sort of treatment but that wasn't what these fly white bitches had come for tonight. He and his friends would be more than happy to satisfy their desires.

"Marcus - how's yours?" he asked.

"Shit, she's good - real good. Fit to make a brotha nut." His friend laughed as Anna kept working his hard cock.

"Ain't better than this one," growled their friend, "this little bitch a bomb bopper. Guessin' she's had a lot of practice." He laughed, a laugh of pure satisfaction.

"Shit you only gotta look at her to see that," said Marcus. They all knew what he meant - Georgia's full pregnant belly would have been difficult to miss.

Her man asked the question all three wanted confirmation on. "You got a Black man's baby in you girl? You ain't been fooling with no crackas."

Georgia shook her head and eased up her sleeve to show the script tattooed on her inner arm.

"She got the Ten Rules - she's Black-only. That right Georgia - you living by them Rules."

Georgia reluctantly paused sucking the big Black cock just long enough to confirm, "Of course."

Her tone suggested that she couldn't believe anyone would ask her such a dumb question but the men didn't seem to mind. They laughed their pleasure.

"What about your friends?"

"Ask them," said Georgia shortly and then eagerly returned to licking the heavy pair of Black balls hanging enticingly just in front of her mouth.

Dee didn't pause in sucking Odell but just undid the front of her blouse and let it open to show her own Ten Rules tattoo. Odell's hand immediately cupped her newly exposed breast and his thumb began to work her already erect nipple. Oh shit but she loved that. She glanced up and saw him smile. He'd noted her reaction and filed it away, or perhaps he remembered it from months ago. He knew how to please his women - knew that was how to keep them hungry for him and always coming back. Dee knew that she needed him to fuck her.

"Where's your tattoo?" Marcus asked Anna. "You still wasting time with limp-dicked white boys?"

"Hey," she responded wit mock outrage, "Don't be rude - my husband's a limp-dicked white boy!"

The men loved that - laughing at the idea. Dee thought it was a shame Anna's husband wasn't there. He'd have loved it! She would never quite understand the whole willing cuckold thing but it seemed to work for Anna and her husband. There were moments when she wished David could be the same - but only moments. In truth she knew she could never be with a man like that.

She ran her tongue up the underside of Odell's shaft - relishing the hardness of the flesh, knowing that it was hard for her and her friends.

"Why ain't you got your Ten rules then? You scared of needles?" Marcus was still asking Anna.

"It's delayed for nine months," was all she said before popping the broad Black head of his cock back into her mouth.

"Ahhhh," he said with a satisfied smirk, "so we got more than one Black bred white girl here. That right - you got a Black baby in you too?"

Anna didn't hesitate in her pleasuring of his hard cock. "Hmmmmm-hmmmmnn," we confirmed with a nod.

Dee suddenly realised all three men were looking at her. She didn't quite know how she was supposed to respond to that.

Contd...

[Blue Bull]

"Hey Odell ain't your bitch a teacher or something?" Marcus sounded cocky.

"So they say," said Odell as he watched Dee still working on his hard cock.

"Well next to her friends here it looks like she's a slow learner. Seems like she ain't worked out her place in life."

"You wanna start showin' her bro'."

Odell eased back. Dee knew they were taking charge and allowed his hard cock out of her mouth. It stood hard against his belly as a testament to her skills. But now Marcus was with her and moving her up and onto the bed. One hand mauled her breast while the other found the entrance to her pussy.

"Just like I likes 'em, - warm and wet and white. Just needs to be fertile and it's be 'bout perfect." Marcus brought his mouth to hers and they kissed.

'Wait a couple of weeks and it will be fertile,' thought Dee and then she relished the thought of what these three men would do her if they knew she was primed for them. They would fuck her all night and fill her with their seed, they would make sure that this suburban soccer mom joined the ranks of their Black bred White hos. They would claim her and in claiming her would show how much they prized her. She almost savagely kissed Marcus back. She wished it was in a couple of weeks time. She wished she would be leaving here tonight pregnant, knocked up, bred. She wished she was like Georgia and Anna already. She almost moaned her desire but his mouth was still on hers.

He moved on top of her and she felt his big thick cock pushed up to the entrance of her pussy and then inside it.

"Yes Marcus- fuck me, teach me what I'm good for." The words came almost automatically, without thought or consideration.

She saw the skin crinkle next to his eyes as he smiled. "I'm thinking you got a pretty good idea." Then his mouth tightened a little and he began to lay down a serious fucking. He wasn't 'sleeping with her' or 'making love to her' - he was fucking her. Showing her what pleasure he could bring her - proving to her again how long she had wasted with David. There was no way back for her - this was what she lived for now. She grasped his strong shoulders and almost screamed at him. "Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me hard."

Marcus shifted his position and began to lay down a heavy rhythmn, a rhythmn that seemed to dominate and capture every part of her. She looked at his broad face and his strong chest and marvelled in how beautiful and powerful he was. A single bead of sweat on his coal-dark forehead was the only sign that he was exerting himself. A man like this, or Odell or Shaka, could take a woman to places she hadn't believed possible before she had met men like this. Strong confident Black men - the men who owned her now. Dee's mouth opened in a silent yell as the desire surged through her body, catching her breath in her throat. Then she suddenly gasped for breath as Marcus pulled out of her, on his face the confident smile of a man who had proved his point.

Dee's climax had hardly fully cleared before she saw and felt Marcus's unnamed friend push his cock into her. It seemed the men were having a little mix-and-match party. Passing round the three White women for their enjoyment. This man wasn't as big as Marcus or Odell but he knew what he was doing, adjusting his strokes and angle to explore every part of her. Dee held his strong muscular back and enjoyed his work.

***

Georgia looked down at the rough Black hand as it stroked her round belly. There was no doubt about it. These men did love to see a White woman with a Black man's baby inside her. Which was just as well because there was absolutely no chance of hiding that fact by now. In the first few months she'd found herself horny as fuck. Her Master and baby daddy had kept her exclusive until there'd been no doubt about her baby-bump. After that things had got a bit wild!

In this last couple of months she had slowed down a lot. She hadn't got the stamina and her new body-shape cut down on the positions that could be enjoyed in comfort. But that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy herself.

She grasped the base of the coal-black shaft gently but firmly between her fingers. It was a really impressive one. Good meaty thickness and a solid eight inches. She'd seen enough of him with Anna to know that he knew how to use it as well. Should she be embarrassed that she couldn't quite remember his name? What the hell, he certainly didn't seem embarrassed. She saw him glance down to her swollen belly and then across at Dee. She felt his beautiful cock thicken and grow in her hand.

Georgia felt mischievous. She decided not to suck the man's cock - well not for a moment anyway. Instead she put her mouth up to his ear while her hand continued to stroke his growing cock.

"See my friend there - she's got a white husband at home..."

He didn't react much to that. She guessed he probably knew from her ring and besides most of the white women at the club had some loser white boy waiting for them at home.

"...so we took a long time to persuade her to dump her pills..."

Oh - that got a reaction all right. His attention was focused real hard on Dee now. His cock was almost pulsing in Georgia's hand.

" ...and even longer to get her to come out when she's good and fertile. Now we just need a potent Black bull to take charge and give her what she needs."

He turned her head to look into her eyes - checking to see if she was serious. Georgia raised an eyebrow in a studied way. He smiled - he'd chosen to believe her. It was hotter that way.

There was a commotion across the room. His friend pulled out of Dee and moved quickly to cum heavily in strong spurts over her face and hair. Dee squealed in mock protest and moved to wipe a strong spurt of his cum from dangerously close to her right eye.

"Hey - watch out where you're shooting," she giggled. Then she went silent as she felt her legs grasped in strong fingers and the head of a hard Black cock nuzzling her cunt.

"Won't need to worry about that with me bitch." Odell moved his heavy dark body forward and then began a steady stroke in and out of Dee's body. "I'll be putting it where it counts."

Georgia watched on in satisfaction. A lot of the Black guys just liked fucking white women, especially hot wives. However, there were plenty more who had that ultimate desire - to knock up a white woman, preferably send her home to her white boy husband with her belly full of the proof of his inability to satisfy her needs. This man was most definitely one of them. She'd have to get his details. Her Master could point him in the direction of a lot of just that sort of action.

"You Black-owned bitch?"

"Yes," Dee's voice was breathy, she was feeling the weight and powerful intent of his strokes into her. "I'm a Black-owned white ho."

He chuckled, he liked that. Then he got that heavy rolling stroke going again - made the woman under him moan her satisfaction.

"You Black-only bitch?"

Dee didn't answer him - just wrapped her arms around his muscular back as if to pull him deeper into her. It didn't work - he wanted her full attention, wanted her to get the message. He paused in his stroke and drew a whimper of annoyance from her.

"Tell me bitch - you Black-only?"

"Except for my husband." Dee said it low, knowing it wouldn't be an acceptable answer for a man like this.

"Ain't you Shaka's bitch?" His finger touched the gaudy hoop-ring that hung from her ear. "Ain't he told you to cut your cracka boy off yet? So's we can get you Black-owned for real."

Of course Shaka had. Dee hadn't had sex with her husband for months now. When he had expressed any interest she had feigned a head-ache or given him a quick hand-job. Frankly it had been no sacrifice - for her at least. However, she knew what was expected of her.

"I'll do it if you'll fuck me - prove to me that no white boy can fuck me like a real Black Bull can."

She saw his smile and the glint in his eye. He liked that. "Not just gonna fuck you bitch - gonna breed you. Make you like your friend over there."

Dee's eyes went to Georgia, to the baby in Georgia's belly. The two women's eyes met. They were all in the zone now. Even the third of the Black friends, Marcus, the one who'd been fucking Anna doggy-style in the ass, had stopped with his hands still grasping the white woman's hips. Then he began a long low stroke as the two of them watched Dee and Odell.

The third man had slumped down alongside Georgia. She almost automatically used her mouth to clean his seed and Dee's pussy juices from his cock. She felt his fingers gently run through her blonde hair as she worked.

"You sure that's a little nigga you got in there?"

She looked up at him and nodded.

"Looks like Odell is gonna do the same for your friend there."

"If she's lucky," said Georgia as she returned to lovingly cleaning every part of his cock.

Odell was certainly doing his level best. He was kneeling on the bed and powering his hard Black cock in and out of Dee's defenceless white pussy. Beads of sweat stood out on his dark forehead and then ran down his face as he worked on, his face intent and determined. A magnificent ebony warrior determined to claim his prize.

"Tell me what you want bitch."

"Fuck me, fuck me harder."

"Yeah - gonna fuck this pussy, make it Black-only. Like all premium pussy should be."

"That's right - make it yours, make it yours..."

He slowed up and concentrated on pushing deep and rolling his hips with every stroke. Dee looked up into his intent face. Her eyes were shining with lust, her lips slightly parted, her mind processing the sensations from his Big Black Cock pushing deep inside her and his strong Black hands holding her.

"You want me to make that pussy sing bitch?"

She didn't reply, she just kept looking up into his hard, almost cruel, face. He knew he had her now and she knew he had her too.

"You know what you needs to be doing don't you. You needs to stop talking about being Black-owned until you can show the proof."

Again there was no reply but once more he saw Dee's eyes flicker across towards Georgia.

He laughed a deep rumble of a laugh. "Yeah - you acting all innocent little teacher-lady but you already learned that lesson ain't ya. What you need to be doing?"

Dee swallowed and opened her mouth but no words seemed to come.

"Georgia - tell her."

"You need to be bred Dee. You need to put that rich potent Black seed to work and make a baby."

"What about your other friend, Anna, what she say?"

Ann was on her hands and knees - maintaining the position where a minute earlier she'd taken a heavy load of African seed deep in her ass. She knew how her Black men loved to see the results of their hard work. Her pale butt showed two distinct pink hand marks where he had gripped her.

"Dee saw me take my pregnancy test - she knows what I think."

"Tell her - just so's we all know."

"If we want all that the Black man can give us then we need to be ready to be their baby-mommas. Just like me and Georgia are for our Black Masters."

The man behind Anna playfully swatted her already pink ass cheek. "You a bad bitch - trying to get yo' friend knocked up."

"She needs to be, she needs to know what it's all about. Needs to feel that rush when you know your Black man has bred you, put his baby in you."

"Damn," chuckled Odell. "Seems we got two well-trained bitches here and one who been flunking the class. So teacher-girl, what's the lesson for today?" He patted the skin just above Dee's pussy with his big Black paw of a hand. "Who this belong to?"

"Black men," Dee seemed to have got her voice back.

"What we do to it?"

"You fuck it, you fuck it hard." She obviously was desperate for him to resume doing just that.

"And why we doing that?"

Silence.

"Tell me - why we doing that?"

"To make me pregnant."

"Yeah, that's right. To knock you up, to put a Black baby in you, to breed you Black. To make sure there ain't no going back. That's what it's all about. Making that commitment - showing that commitment like Georgia is over there and like your other friend will be soon. You going to do it?"

They could all see the battle raging in Dee's soul. The knowledge of how dangerous it was for her. The temptation of how hot this masterful Black man made her feel. She'd appreciated that Shaka had let her come to a decision in her own time but a strong handsome man demanding it of her was doubly dangerous, doubly arousing, for a woman like her.

"Yes."

Odell moved the thick tip of his cock back up against the entrance of Dee's pussy. He tapped her with it gently as if demanding admission.

"Didn't quite hear that - gotta speak up in class teacher-lady."

"Yeeessss," it was almost a growl, between gritted teeth.

He tapped her once more with that dangerously addictive Black weapon. "Once this goes in I ain't taking it out till I've coated them eggs. You got that ain't you."

He knew he had her - he'd seen that look in a woman's eyes before. Now he was just having a little fun.

"Stop talking and fuck me, please..."

Well it was only polite to do what a classy lady like Dee requested. He pushed his Big Black Cock home into warm wet pussy and began to fuck her with real intent.

No more words.

No more questions.

No more BS.

His strong arms held him above her as he looked down into her face. He was fucking her hard but seemingly effortlessly. He was a beautiful athletic man making her his, proving his ability to satisfy ever part of her. She looked up into the calm confident set of his face and felt her body begin to melt. Felt the wave of desire rushing through her - felt her breathing change into fierce sharp pants of lust and desire. She gasped and held onto him, knew that it was out of her hands now. This man wanted her and was going to take what he wanted.

She shuddered and moaned, her hands gripping his body tightly. She saw his mouth tighten a little and knew what would happen. He gave another three powerful thrusts and then grunted. He kept going with slower deep thrusts. She knew what that meant too. He was milking every drop of his cum into her and then pushing it just as deep as he could. He was trying to make sure of her - to send her home with his baby in her.

She felt her breath coming in great shuddering gasps. Knew that he couldn't know if she was fertile and unprotected or not. He'd just made sure that if the opportunity had been there he had taken it. He had bred her.

She made to move but a big Black hand gently held her in place.

"You just stay there - make sure that seed gets where it needs to be. Gonna be keeping my eye on you teacher-lady. Georgia there will be telling Shaka what happened here tonight. Now you ready to be bred I'm guessing Shaka will get the job done real soon. If he don't then after a while I'm going to have to take charge. Take you back to my crib and keep you there till you showing you Black bred for real. No more free rides teacher-lady. Time we got you Black-owned for sure."

No struggle, no denial, no protest. The Black man had spoken and had demanded his prize. Her fate was decided - if Shaka or Bill didn't knock her up then this man certainly would. Dee would have to give herself fully to the Black man or return to her old dull white-bread life, to her husband.

There could be only one possible decision.

Its Show-Time

"That pretty white pussy hungry again," he asked

"Always Daddy. You got something for me?"

"Careful or it might make you fat." Bill pushed the plate with a cream doughnut over in front of her.

"Maybe sometimes its good to get fat - something's just too good to resist."

"No-one looking at you would dream you already got three kids - that body of yours is damn fine. Tonight we might we undoing a lot of hard work."

She knew what he was doing, though his motive was a little unclear. He was reminding her of her White family at home - all she was putting at risk. Was 'risk' even an issue any more? It had only been a matter of time for a while now - until her swelling belly put her permanently and irrevocably beyond the pale of her husband and her old life, including her family.

Was he warning her - reminding her that she could still turn back? Once she would have been sure that was what he was doing. Now it wasn't so clear to her. He must have known by now that she had made her choice, that she would keep chasing her destiny, her husband would have said her 'disgrace.' The destiny she saw confirmed every time she met with Georgia, every time she saw Georgia's once slender body in profile, the big bulge of her friend's pregnant belly. A warning? No - an affirmation of what she wanted and needed and desired.

So now she thought that Bill wasn't warning her, at least not any more. He was just making clear how much Dee was giving up to be with him. Her acceptance of the fact only showed how much of a Black man's woman she already was. Now it was just a cause of dotting the 'i's and crossing the 't's. That might have happened yesterday afternoon over in a Douglas fitting-room or it might happen tonight or it might be in a few months time. However, it WAS going to happen and Bill didn't see any need to hide his satisfaction about that.

Their server came over to ask if everything was OK. She was a cute little thing, perhaps 19 or 20 with long chestnut hair and brown eyes. For the second or third time Dee saw the girl's eyes flicker between the two of them.

The girl was probably at college. Perhaps learning as much about herself as about whatever her studies were. One thing she apparently hadn't learned was how to hide her curiosity about Dee and Bill.

You got used to that. You also learned to read what lay behind the curiosity, whether the fuel for it was negative or positive. There was plenty of the former out and about in the world but Dee's instincts told her that wasn't so in this case.

The girl came back with their check and this time Dee made sure that her hand was resting on Bill's. The girl's eyes were drawn to it as if by powerful magnets. Dee stifled an urge to smile. The girl had probably been wondering if they were colleagues or friends or something more. Now she had a good idea.

They paid the check and Bill added a good sized tip. Dee stood up next to the girl and spoke softly so that only the three of them could hear.

"I have another tip for you. If you know what you want then don't be afraid to chase it. Take it from me - I wasted way too many years on white boys. Your instincts are right - you know what you need."

The girls eyes started up from the check and went first to Dee and then to Bill. What was in that glance - a little shock, a little fear and what looked like a whole lot of guilt. Was she in the city for college from one of those small country towns, whiter than an avalanche. Bill gave the girl a wink and her cheeks glowed red - but she stayed almost frozen to the spot. Dee took a page from her note pad and wrote her number on it. "If you feel like talking about it and need someone to listen..."

She placed it onto the notes of Bill's tip ad the girl, after a moment's pause, collected them all up and almost ran away back to the kitchen.

Bill eased out of his chair and put his arm round Dee as they headed for the door. But not without giving her a little nod of approval first.

Class Reunion

Dee half expected Bill to take her back to the shop. That upstairs room was a regular venue for their meetings. However, he instead parked up outside a small motel on the outskirts of Solway. He led her straight to one of the rooms and unlocked it.

The room was exactly what you would expect. Absolutely nothing fancy. But it was clean and with cheap but serviceable furnishings.

"Can't quite stretch to no fancy hotels ..." Bill was almost apologetic and she knew Shaka must have told him about their last meeting.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

She threw her arms around his shoulder and kissed him. "It's got all I need so long as I'm here with my Black Daddy."

He gave his low bass rumble of a laugh and she saw him relax. "Beds are real good here - better than my old couch."

Oh - so he knew about the beds here did he? Well of course he did. She knew that Bill had had a few girlfriends over the years. Dee immediately knew that she wasn't the first he'd brought here.

She didn't care about that - in fact it only seemed right. Bill knew how to please a woman and you didn't learn that from books.

Just like Dee hadn't learned to please a man that way. She knew what Bill liked and she ran her hands down his clothed body until her fingers found the bulge in the front of his pants. He might be pretty much twenty years her senior but there was nothing about Bill that wasn't in perfect working order.

Dee eased down until she was on her knees in front of him. He stood like an ebony god above her as he watched her white fingers undo his belt and then his pants. She carefully helped his pants down and then eased down his shorts. Her hand immediately found the firm thick column of his cock. "Oh yes - that's all I need," she purred as Bill stepped out of his pants and shorts.

Dee ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, seemed to feel the blood pulsing through the vein there. She cupped his heavy balls in her hand and made sure to make eye contact.

Bill was almost purring himself - with pleasure. It never got old having a pretty little white wife sucking his cock, making sure he was hard for her. That wasn't a problem tonight. Never would be with Dee. She was just the cutest little white slut he'd ever had the pleasure to be with. Damn he loved those eyes of hers - that twinkle of mischief, that desire to please him.

"I see my Black Daddy is all ready," Dee breathed the words onto his cock. "Perhaps you liked our little server girl from earlier on - I'm sorry I couldn't bring her back here for you Daddy."

He laughed again, his big bass rumble of a laugh. "She'd have to watch TV - only one little white pussy getting Daddy's attention tonight."

"Hmmmnnn," she was back bobbing her head up and down the length of his cock. He saw her full concentration on her task at hand - relished the obvious pleasure she was taking in it. He thought of the server girl. She had been a little honey - fit to get the blood pumping through any man's veins. But she'd have to learn a lot before she could compete with his naughty little soccer mom.

"You brung that pussy how I like it?"

She worked her hand slowly up and down his shaft as she answered him. "Oh yes Daddy - just how you like it. Fertile white pussy, all warm and wet and just needing your strong seed to make her purr."

"Maybe - but I know I gave you my nut yesterday. So might not be fertile pussy - might be - what might it be?"

"Might be knocked up pussy Daddy, Black bred white pussy. But I need you to help make sure - I need ALL that beautiful strong nigga nut."

They both felt his cock twitch in her hand. This was a teacher lady who knew her lines. Hearing this little suburban housewife coming out with them was enough to make any man want to pop.

Dee saw Bill's mouth tighten a little and now his eyes were almost blazing with lust - lust for her. The time for fun and games had passed - now it was serious business and she couldn't wait.

He gestured with his hand and she stood up, already starting to remove her skirt. Once it was on the floor he moved her forward with a hand in the small of her back. Into the other little room and then onto the bed. He didn't say anything but just stripped off his shirt and socks. He was naked now - his big hard cock bobbing up against his belly.

Dee lay back and pulled her knees up and apart. She saw his eyes move to between her legs. Cuddly old Bill had become a man on a mission. He almost lunged forward and she felt his mouth on her pussy. Felt his tongue licking and probing and exploring.

It felt good but it wasn't what she needed just now. She might have said something but Bill seemed to know. He moved his head up and then eased his body forward to line up his cock with her hungry pussy.

"Yes..." she said softly.

Bill grasped her thighs and held her legs high and apart. Then he eased her towards him, within range of his Big Black Cock. A touch of his hand, a thrust of his hips and she felt him enter her. It felt glorious and she moaned her assent.

"Yes Daddy, fuck me Daddy."

Bill didn't need any advice on the matter. He pulled her body a little closer to him, helping his cock to push just that little deeper into her. He relished every momentary resistance as his hard cock pushed it aside and claimed its mastery. He didn't say anything, didn't think of saying anything. He was here to fuck this cute little white slut, here to fuck her and seed her. Fill that fine little pussy with his nut and later send her home to that useless husband of hers with his Black baby in her. All of which would make him some kind of an asshole except for the fact that he knew for certain that was just what Dee wanted him to do.

His hands tightened on her thighs and he leant his body forward. Dee gasped and her face was flushed. Her beautiful eyes found his and he saw the message there. Pure desire, aching need for what he could give her. No more games. He panted for breath as he worked to fuck her harder, felt the building sensation of his own climax. He felt her legs quiver in his hands, heard her ragged moans and knew her pussy was tying to claim his seed.

Finally he spoke. "Fuck yeah." He gave two or three more thrusts and then held himself as deep in her as he could. Then after a few moments he dropped his body as gently as he could onto hers. His mouth found Dee's and their tongues parried and danced and inter-twined as the two lovers savoured the after-glow of their fuck.

Doubts

David paused and carefully listened. The girls had long gone to bed but young Davey had been playing on his computer until his Dad had told him to turn in. That had been forty minutes ago and David was now pretty sure that all of his three children were safely asleep.

He moved silently through the house until he carefully grasped a door handle. His wife was away - as she seemed to be more and more. He knew that behind that door he could find proof of all of his growing suspicions. He felt his mouth go dry and shuddered at the thought of being caught doing this. How could he explain it? Going through the laundry in search of his wife's panties. What would he do if he found the proof he was here to seek out? If he found - it - on his wife's panties. He had once been so sure but did he ever know that now?

He thought back to his last meeting with Linda. What a wonderful woman she was. How calm, how caring, how thoughtful, how ... beautiful. He remembered how she had looked in her business suit, three buttons of her blouse undone and revealing a deep, almost mesmerizing, cleavage. David felt his prick stir and start to come to attention. He felt guilt and then he didn't. It was his wife's fault wasn't it? When was the last time they had made love? When was the last time he had even seen her naked? And why?

His hand tightened on the door handle but still he hesitated. What was it that Linda had advised? That he not risk a confrontation unless he had proof that his suspicions were correct. He could remember her saying it in that sexy accent of hers - at least he thought it was sexy now.

'Of course once you have that proof then you will have to act. I understand that a strong proud man like you would have no choice. However unpleasant it would be. Whatever the cost...'

David 's hand came off the door handle as if it had suddenly been attached to an electric current. Dee would be home tomorrow - maybe everything would come right without all of that. Maybe it was just his imagination. If he accused her then things could never get back to normal again, things would never be the same. Maybe he was wrong - it had to be possible. Then everything would be safe and easy and OK.

David looked at the door handle. He knew that through that handle was the truth. Once he knew the truth then everything would be difficult and dangerous and different.

He stood looking at the door handle. Then he very carefully and quietly turned round and went to bed.

Resolutions

Dee lay on her back and let the warm feelings flow through her body. She closed her eyes and then giggled as she felt Bill kiss her belly. That message was clear enough. The bed shifted as Bill got to his feet and went over to the little bathroom. She vaguely heard the beep of his phone and then the splash of water as he washed up.

It felt so good to be here. She felt so - relaxed and comfortable. She smiled again. She would never have believed that not so long ago. How comfortable you could feel being in a hotel room with your Black lover knowing that his seed was in you, knowing that you could already be pregnant with his baby. She couldn't help how other people felt - she knew that this was right for her.

Bill emerged with a towel wrapped round his waist. She had hardly registered that fact before he had gone over to the door and unlocked it.

"Hey Daddy!" That was a familiar voice. Anna's arms were flung round Bill's neck and she was kissing him.

"I hear you've earned the name," came a clear female voice as a woman in a smart business suit with long red hair stepped round the couple and into the room. "Hi Dee - I see you started without us."

"He's earned it alright," said Anna putting Bill's big dark hand on her small baby-bump. "Daddy - this is my friend Jess, she was at college with Dee."

That was a nice way of putting it - after all Dee had been a newly qualified teacher when they met and Jessica was only about ten years her junior.

Jessica came over to the bed as Dee sat up. Without any self-consciousness Jessica kissed her, her mouth open. A moment's hesitation and then Dee reciprocated, opening her lips and allowing her tongue to meet Jessica's. It felt tender and loving and good.

Jessica broke the kiss and looked Dee full in the eyes. She moved her lips to Dee's ear. "I've been hearing about you and your ex-students - I thought it was time we got together again." Her voice purred into Dee's ear. "I've also heard how much you helped your Black Daddy knock up little Anna there. Seems you've learned a lot in the last few months."

Her words sent thoughts racing through Dee's mind. Hadn't this all started with that chance meeting with Jessica? Hadn't she first met Shaka via Jess and her friends? Now Jessica seemed to know if not all about her recent activities then an awful lot more than she might be expected to.

"It's good isn't it." Jessica's eyes were on hers - posing a question that they both already knew the answer to.

"It's the best," Dee replied and was rewarded with Jessica's smile.

Bill was watching them with a questioning expression on his face. "I'm sure I know you but I can't place it. We ever met?"

Anna laughed with delight. "Bet you've seen her on the TV Daddy. Jess's a lawyer."

Bill's eyes opened a little and everyone knew that he'd placed her now. Calling Jess 'a lawyer' was like calling New York 'a city'. She'd been on the News only this afternoon announcing that a new development in the Capital had received US Senate endorsement.

Bill's mouth opened a little and then closed again. That was new. Dee wasn't used to seeing him lost for words.

Jess shook hands with Bill and then ran one carefully manicured hand through his chest hair. "I'm sure I'd have remembered if we'd met before - am I allowed to call you Daddy too?" Bill's face broke into a smile - his evening was just getting better and better.

"Damn but you can call me whatever you like baby."

"Looking at Anna there it certainly seems that Daddy is appropriate but tonight we need to seal the deal don't we. That's why we are here to help you do the same for Dee. You don't mind?" Jessica arched a brow as she examined Bill's face with her intelligent blue eyes.

Bill wasn't no fool. "Fuck no - be a pleasure."

"For all of us," said Jess as her hand casually undid Bill's towel and allowed it to fall.

Bill was no longer a horny teenager. Nowadays he needed a little recovery time. However, recent events seemed to have helped out somewhat. His big Black cock was showing signs of reviving.

Jess's hand gently cupped his balls. "Hmmn - there's no rush Daddy. Take a seat because we've got all night."

Bill took the hint and moved over to the room's one armchair. He sank down into it and then watched intently as Jess dropped to her knees between his legs and began to suck his cock, her hand gently stroking his shaft.

Now Anna kissed Dee before she began to remove her top and slacks. As her body was revealed Dee knew she was seeing her own future. Bill was Anna's baby-daddy and soon the same would be true for her. The same breasts filling with milk, the same belly filling with his child. Even with all the resultant discomforts that was an amazing and a beautiful thing.

She could see the pride in Anna's eyes as she realised that Dee was watching her. Did she strip like this every day for her husband - allow him to see what a real man, a Black man, could achieve? She knew what Kent's reaction would be - his pink penis straining against its cage. Taunted and fascinated by this new form of his wife's beauty and by the knowledge that a Black man almost twice his age had been responsible for it.

"I told Mr Taylor how much I wanted this... " Anna hesitated and then continued. "How much I want us both to be, well, a kind of sisters. Both with babies by Bill - that would sort of make us sisters wouldn't it? Make us part of a new family?"

Dee tried to make light of it with a smile. "I'm not sure that as sisters we should be kissing like that."

Anna's lips met hers again, hungrily and passionately. They kissed deeply, their tongues meeting for fleeting moments of delicate perfect affection. When they broke Anna answered her. "We're a very special sort of sisterhood. There's nothing we can't do."

They traded smiles and then kissed again.

***

"You feeling spoiled Daddy?" Anna looked up at Bill as she and Jessica continued to lavish attention on him.

Jess ran her hand up and down his now hard cock. "You look ready for action - time you sung for your supper big boy. You have an important job to do."

Was she talking to Bill or just to his cock? Did it matter?

Anna got to her feet, a slightly tentative motion because of her just-developing baby-bump. Jess moved round to Dee and took her to the bed. Dee lay down and felt the firm grasp of Jess's hands on her legs as she moved them up and apart to leave Dee's pussy exposed and vulnerable. Anna gently led Bill forward by his cock and ran the big Black head of his shaft against the lips of Dee's pussy.

"It's time," said Jess.

"It's time," said Anna. "Please Daddy..."

Bill only really needed to lean slightly forward and the head of his cock moved into Dee's very eager pussy. It was their second time that night and she was ready for him, ready to take his big Black cock and ready to take his potent African seed. As he took steady strokes until he was fully inside her Dee had only one thought in her mind.

'It's time.'

Time to be a mother again, time to be a new kind of sister, time to finally break her old ties and bind her new ones. Time to be her, the real her, the woman hidden for so long - even from herself.

"Fuck me Daddy." Her eyes met his and were reassured. That was just what he was doing and just what he intended to keep doing until the job was done.

Anna moved down and her mouth closed over Dee's hard nipple, her talented young tongue teasing and caressing. God but that felt good. Sharp teeth gently nipped the tender and oh-so-sensitive flesh in delicious contrast to the sensations that Bill's big cock was engendering in her body.

Bill's hands grasped her thighs and pulled her to him so that her legs were pushed up and over his shoulders. He had her now and she knew he wouldn't be letting her go. She belonged to him and he was going to make sure of it. Jess's hold was released and moments later Dee felt a hand on her other breast and then the warmth of a mouth closing on her other nipple.

If they only knew what that did to her! Except that was silly of her wasn't it. Of course they knew what that did to her. That was why they were doing it. Teasing her and stimulating her and building the sensations of mounting passions within her. All punctuated and regulated by the powerful strokes of Bill, her Black Daddy, into her fertile white pussy.

"OOOohhhhhhh," she moaned seeking release. But there was no release. Only a mouth moved up onto hers as strong female fingers worked her still-wet nipple. The last breath of her moan was captured in Jess's mouth as the redhead kissed her hard.

"Breed her Daddy - give her your baby," instructed Anna in a moment of relief before her tongue was again teasing and taunting Dee's erect nipple. Bill responded - pushing home at a slightly faster pace, a determined expression set on his broad dark face.

Dee gasped for breath as Jessica broke their kiss. She found herself looking up unto her ex-student's face. It was radiant - glowing with a mixture of lust and satisfaction and ... triumph.

At that moment Dee was riding the building waves of her own pleasure. Only later did she remember that look on Jessica's face. Finally and undeniably realised the truth revealed in it. Understood the catalyst for all that had happened to her over the last months. Perhaps she had really known it before she had ever seen that look in Jessica's beautiful eyes. Perhaps she didn't care. Jessica might have been the catalyst but the fuel for all that had happened had been laying dormant inside Dee's own self since ... well, forever. It wasn't Jessica's fault or her fault or Bill's fault - or anyone's fault. It was just how things were MEANT to be. Once you saw the truth there was no escape - the alternative of routine white-bread tedium an impossible to accept punishment. One taste was all it took One taste and you were lost, unable to deny your men. Unable and unwilling to deny yourself.

"UUUUhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," moaned Dee. She didn't know if she was trying to articulate words. She didn't care. All that mattered were the building sensations within her body. The waves of passion and desire and need that kept building and cresting and almost peaking. She felt Bill's fingers tighten their grip on her and knew that her legs must be quivering as her orgasm built. But for the strength of those sensations tying her to the moment she could almost have been having an out-of-body experience. Knowing that the other three people there had but one purpose. To bring her to her destiny - to make her a Black man's woman for sure and for ever.

"YYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS - FFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCKK MMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE." It was no rational request this time but a howl from deep in the soul of the little white soccer mom. It was greeted with a deep bass laugh from Bill as he kept thrusting home into that sweet white pussy, feeling the waves of his lover's passion trying to milk him of his seed. At one time he'd had qualms about breeding her - knowing the impact it had to have on her life. However, the progress of their relationship had cast all that aside. Dee was a fine woman, a smart woman - she wasn't an actress. He knew that she was all in for this - mind and body and soul. He glanced across at Anna, saw the swell of her belly as she leaned down to suckle at Dee's titty. Same as his child soon would be. He hoped it'd be a daughter - pretty like her momma. With that thought he moaned and shot his load deep into Dee in three heavy spurts. A testament to his desire to breed Dee and also to the skills of her friends.

Contd.....

[Blue Bull]

"Oh yes Daddy - that's right - make Dee your baby-momma." Anna giggled with delight.

Jess just smiled and watched as Bill completed a last few slow strokes, ensuring that Dee got all his potent seed. Then she moved round to take his place between her ex-teacher's thighs. She dropped until Dee could feel her warm breath on her pussy. Then Jess moved her lips forward and began to kiss and tease Dee's clit.

Dee gasped again, her body shuddering as her just peaked climax was revived and built again. This woman's touch was so different to Bill's but so skilled and so exquisite. She felt breath at her ear and knew it was Anna.

"Remember how you made me cum after Bill had seeded me - the night our Black Daddy knocked me up? Now its your turn. Jess's going to make you cum, going to make that hungry fertile pussy suck in all that good nigga nut and put it to work. Make you Black bred for sure - your titties full of milk and your belly full of our Black Daddy's baby. We just need you to cum - then you'll be knocked up for sure. Cum Dee, show how much you want it. Cum for us - make yourself Black-owned, prove you deserve to be Black-owned..."

The words in her ear, the mouth at her pussy, the Black seed already in her - the combination was too much. Dee howled and screamed and writhed in the hold of her two friends. Two woman who had already travelled the path she was destined to follow. Two of her new sisters.

"Oh God," she finally gasped as the sensations relented enough to allow for rational thought and speech. "Oh my!" She giggled at the ridiculousness of saying such a thing after such a cataclysm of emotion. Her friends joined in her laugh. She glanced across and saw Bill watching them. "Thanks Daddy," she said.

"My pleasure," said Bill simply as the sweat shone on his brow, "and you can believe that fo' sure and fo' ever." Then he turned and headed for the little bathroom.

***

"Damn girl - where you learn to move that that!"

Bill had sort of assumed that his job was done for the night after his second coming. He was a mature man and well the spirit might be willing but maybe round three might have to wait for the morning.

He wasn't so sure now.

The red-headed lawyer girl off the TV was grinding that big white booty of hers down onto his cock as he sat there. Moving and wiggling that sweet butt like there was no tomorrow! He'd been in his share of clubs and had a lap-dance or ten but this little sugar had some mad skills!

"Likin' that booty eh Daddy? Ask Antwan or Cassius or anyone - I've learned from the best. So this white booty your new favorite?"

Bill had seemed almost mesmerized by Jess's buttocks but that question saw him glance over at Dee.

"What'd he do Anna baby," giggled Jess.

"I think you can guess."

"Oh - so I guess you want me to stop Daddy. You don't want to spank my butt and get me to really work you good?"

Well, Jessica was taught the error of her ways with a firm slap on her booty from a big Black hand. She squealed in mock protest and then turned to straddle Bill. Her big breasts in his face and her arms around his neck.

"Got some good news Daddy. Dee's promised that soon as she's knocked up she'll make that tight little white butt available for her very favourite Black men. What you think about that?" Jessica's finger playfully touched his lips. "No need to answer I think I can feel what you think about it." Then she moved her body over his - again feeling the first tentative revival of his beautiful big Black cock, a true baby-maker if ever she'd seen one. "But first we need to make sure she's good and knocked up don't we..." Her mouth pushed forward onto his, kissing him and helping to make him ready once more.

Dee kneeled on the edge of her bed and wiggled her butt. Heard the low almost growl from Bill and knew his attention was still on her, for all the efforts and skills of her beautiful ex-student. It wasn't swell-headed to take pleasure from that was it? Anyway - it felt good!

Jessica gave one last deep rotation of her hips and then stood up - seemingly satisfied with the progress that Bill's recovery was making. She took the couple of steps across to Dee and then the latter felt Jess's skilled fingers on her body. Gently moving up the entrance to her pussy until they found her clit. Dee shivered, savoured the feelings that her friend could coax out of her tired body.

Then Jess turned back to Bill and offered her fingers outstretched. He stood and hungrily sucked the taste of Dee's pussy off Jess's fingers. The proof of his lover's arousal was savoured and Bill felt his cock thicken and grow.

Jessica spoke. "You know this morning I was talking to three US Senators. Even if you don't follow politics I'm sure you would know their names. They were all a little hesitant to support one of Mr Taylor's new projects and I had to be quite firm with them. Some men need the stick and some need some sugar. These three needed the stick - they needed to learn that whatever white privilege they might think they had that their future careers depended on one Black man's approval. Two phone calls and they understood."

The long pale fingers of her hand ran round his body as she moved around him. "Think of that - three white US Senators put in their place by little ol' me," her natural Deep South accent seemed to slightly strengthen. "By the end they were almost begging to be allowed to double the allocation for Mr Taylor's project. I confess that I enjoyed putting them in their place."

She moved behind Bill and almost on tip-toes she breathed into his ear. "I wouldn't try that with a real man - a man like you Daddy. Just remember that earlier today I had three cracka US Senators almost filling their shorts. Remember that when you see what I'll do for you..."

Bill felt her hands slowly move down his back until they stopped and gently eased his butt-cheeks apart.

"Oh fuck..." was all he could say, still hardly believing what was happening.

Then he felt her face pushed into the gap and the first touch of her questing tongue.

"Damn..." and then for a second time that evening he found himself lost for words. One of Jess's hands held onto his hip - though he hadn't been thinking about going anywhere - while the other reached round to take hold of his cock. The combination of sensations did their magic. Soon he stood proud and ready.

"Get on the bed Dee," he suddenly said, "I want to look into them pretty eyes when I'm breeding you."

She didn't need asking twice. She got onto the bed and laid down and almost immediately felt the bed shift as he joined her. A slight adjustment and his cock was in her and she felt the weight of his body on her and his mouth had found hers and they were fucking and making love and they were everything together - all in one delicious perfect moment.

Anna felt tired but she still smiled as her eyes met Jess's. Their job was done - they could go home now. The two women almost silently left the room, the only sound the click of the door locking behind them.

Neither Bill nor Dee noticed them leave. At that moment, for them, the world was just two people. Everything else was an irrelevance, forgotten in their need for each other. Two lovers alone but, as sure as the miracle of life, soon a third would join them.

End of Part 12.....

[Blue Bull]

White suburban housewife or Black man's baby momma?

Shaping Up

"C'mon - work it, work it, build them squats. Get deep - deeper - we got another fifty to do today and I'm gonna be checkin' they'se all fo' real."

Dee felt the sweat on her brow. It wasn't much consolation to know that the others in the class were feeling as tired as she was, feeling their muscles scream from the work-out proscribed for them.

LaTreya was being merciless today. "That one was half-assed Dee - now we all gets to do another five real deep squats just for that. You work half-assed and half-assed is what you'll keep. Skinny white butts only fit for your husbands." She laughed and her long braids tossed on her head. She half-turned and slapped the big rounded surface of her firm booty as if to taunt the pink-faced sweating women in front of her.

"Now don't you dare slack. Five deep, DEEP, ones to finish. Get down like you mean it - like I am." To be fair LaTreya did perform every class they did. It's just that after the session she looked ready to go again while they just wanted to lean against the wall or collapse on the floor and gasp for breath.

"Two minutes and then the next session's starting." LaTreya laughed at the half-stifled moan of protest. "You all thinks you needs a rest? You all thinks you deserves a rest? No, no, no. You gets to rest when you prove you deserve a rest. Like Anna and Charli over there."

Those two were seated in comfortable chairs after their thirty minutes of gentle pilates and yoga. Charli, her blonde hair braided into two long pigtails, lifted her glass of cool liquid in mock salute. Her work-out gear did nothing to hide her pregnant belly. Anna's baby-bump remained cutely modest by comparison.

Yes - they had earned their rest. Their bellies gave them status - they had proved their dedication to the cause. Proved their belonging and worth in this project that they had all stumbled into in their various ways. Mr Taylor's project.

"Right - back on yo' feet and in position." LaTreya's voice was smooth - strangely contrasting with her formidably sculpted physique. "Alison, Becky, Brooke - up straight now. C'mon Dee - be plenty of time to rest once you've earned it."

Ah - that was the thing wasn't it.

Dee had a feeling that she HAD earned it.

Could a woman tell, I mean really and genuinely know, when they were pregnant. Before science or old wives' tales could make a ruling. Dee had suspected before and then maybe had it confirmed or denied by a test.

This time she KNEW. She'd known it from that moment. When Jessica, her old pupil and now friend, had brought her to orgasm while full of her Black daddy's seed. She had known what they were doing and welcomed it. She had shook and howled her approval and desire - all fuelled by the knowledge that then, at that precise moment, she was making new life. Her fourth child, the first of her own new existence which would begin when the news of her pregnancy shattered her old life forever.

"Dee - whatcha dreamin' about. We starting girl!" LaTreya broke through her thoughts and Dee swung herself into the new exercise alongside her class-mates. She loved these sessions every day after college. She determined to make the most of this one. She'd soon be having to take it easier for nine months or so.

Plans and Preparations

The arrangement had been made. When she was sure then Dee was to text Jessica an invitation for a meal. That would set everything into progress.

It had been the first thing she had done - except for safely disposing of the pregnancy test of course. The two lines were crisp and clear, stark against their white background. They spelled out the necessity for action. A part of her had wanted to be able to keep it for ever but she had settled for a photograph. The risk of premature discovery was too high. The text to Jess was the name of a place. The answer, received seconds later, was a time and a smiley face emoji.

A smiley face! It didn't really do it justice. The mix of excitement and exhilaration and sheer blind terror that was coursing through every part of her. The knowledge that the day she had known would come, had hoped and longed for, was finally here.

The place was close enough to home to be quickly accessible but far enough away to be discrete. That had made it perfect for her previous meetings with Bill too.

On arrival she took a seat and was greeted by the server. She'd half-expected it to be the same young girl as last time but realised that was silly. It was probably a different shift for the staff entirely. This woman was also fair-skinned and blonde haired but probably in her early twenties. She was very professional, easily catering for the needs of all her tables. Not that the place was very busy at this time of day.

Dee sipped a cold drink and watched the parking lot. It was only a few minutes before Jessica arrived and then swept her way in. She was obviously fresh from work dressed in a perfectly-cut dark Pallas Paris suit. She looked every inch the successful lawyer that she was.

Jess spotted her, moved swiftly over to the table and took hold of both Dee's hands. The younger woman's eyes were shining and her warm smile said all that needed to be. Congratulation and acceptance into the 'sisterhood'. "You're sure," was all Jess said.

"As sure as a woman can be - I was even before I, um, confirmed it."

Jessica's smile widened and she gave a significant nod. "That's wonderful - have you told anyone else?"

"Only Bill and Shaka."

"Keep it that way for the moment. Have you decided on joining us - you and the girls?"

It was as simple as that. Ending her old life and moving forward with her new. The acceptance and the sacrifice. It would not be a new life that would be good for a young white boy - Davey couldn't have a permanent place in it. All that raced through her mind - as it had a thousand times in the last few days - during the time it took her to say,

"Yes."

Jess's eyes sparkled with pleasure and anticipation. "You won't regret it. Give me a time when the coast is clear for James and Tyrone to come down and collect your stuff. Which has to be mainly clothing and the girls' possessions. Anything else is better left."

"I know that. But David - I know that he'll..."

Jessica's hand moved forward to cover Dee's. "Don't worry about that. I've drawn up the papers as I suggested and you agreed."

"But you don't understand my husband. He would never..."

Jessica tapped Dee's hand with her long perfectly-proportioned fingers. "Haven't I told you not to worry. That is all in VERY capable hands. Now I just need you to sign these."

Dee knew that she had to trust Jessica and Jessica's formidable reputation. She didn't have any choice - not with her Black lover's baby already growing in her belly. David was not like Anna's Kent - happy to pamper her through a pregnancy with another man's baby. Kent would soon be changing the diapers of an infant that was obviously not his. David was a very different sort of man. He would want either to lash out or to protect the status quo. He'd probably settle for everything staying as it was so long as she abandoned her Black lovers, never spoke of it again and, of course, made sure the baby 'went away.'

Well that wasn't happening. Even if the other two had been possible the last would never be. Her free hand went to her belly. It was still flat but she knew that he or she was in there. Her beautiful baby.

She brought her hand up and picked up the pen from the table. She quickly scanned the papers and then added her signature.

Taking It Up The Ass (Scenario 1)

Well - a deal was a deal and a promise was a promise.

It had seemed daring and sexy at the time but you know what they say about biting off more than you can chew.

Shaka had been almost restrained. It'd been a whole day after she'd told him before he'd casually asked her whether she'd messaged Elvin yet.

Well - no. Excuse her if he hadn't been top of her list. But, of course, Shaka was right. A promise was a promise.

Besides she would have been inclined to do most anything Shaka wanted just at that moment.

He'd met her with the inevitable question.

"You're sure?"

She'd nodded and his smile had been warm and genuine. His hands had moved up to the first button of her blouse and undone it before moving on to the next and the next. He didn't rush, he just carefully and methodically removed every stitch of her clothing. Then he gently placed one of his big hands on the pale skin of her belly while his other touched his hoop in her ear. His wonderful deep brown eyes were on hers through most of this - beautiful and powerful, mesmerizing if there had been any need to mesmerize her. As if she would ever have wanted to be anywhere else at that moment.

His mouth met hers - his kiss tender. There was no need for overwhelming passion. They were lovers - re-establishing their bond after a time apart. She loved it - loved every delicate tender movement.

Finally he pulled back and took her hands in his. He saw her glance down and knew she was savouring the image. The contrast in their size and their skin-tone, the differences that looked so right when put together.

"Never looked so fine girl - proud that you're my beautiful little bitch."

Oh she loved to hear him say that. She didn't care if it was bad of her. To have a magnificent handsome man like Shaka call her his 'beautiful little bitch'. It would never get old. Only much later did she realise that for the first time she hadn't compared Shaka with David. She hadn't wondered if she'd ever have been there if David had just taken the time and energy to show her that he loved her, that she was a desirable woman. She wouldn't be thinking such thoughts again. David was in the past and the Dee who had lived those last tedious passionless years with him was gone too. She had been born anew.

Dee's mind worked it out much later but her body already knew. She pushed herself close to Shaka, sought his mouth with hers.

This time when their kiss ended Shaka nodded. "Get in bed girl - it's been too long."

She hadn't needed telling twice and soon he had joined her and she had found herself wrapped in those wonderful strong arms of his. She felt her body almost wrapped into his - her back pressed against the warmth and power of his body. His lips kissed her neck and then his tongue found her ear. She giggled and tried to ease herself free but he was holding her and she really, really, didn't want to escape.

She felt the warmth of his lips and the slight prickle from his chin. She looked down and saw his hands gently holding her belly. The image one of possession but also one of protection.

There had been a doubt in her mind. She knew how these men liked making a white woman their baby-momma. Well her baby was Bill's not Shaka's. It might have all been agreed but would it affect how Shaka felt about her?

The long hard column of flesh pressed up against her back proved that it hadn't. He still found her desirable - he still wanted her. She felt a ripple of warmth through her body. The pleasure and joy of a man like Shaka finding her sexy.

His mouth was at her ear again, breathing words.

"You gonna look tight as fuck with that belly all big with Bill's baby. You know that don't you. All the brothas gonna want some. Maybe I'll have to keep them off with a stick!"

Dee giggled at the mental image. Maybe there was some truth to it though. Hadn't she seen Georgia get a lot of attention when there'd been no doubt that she was pregnant.

"Nothing hotter than a woman who'se found herself, who'se took her own path. Nothing sexier than that. Nothing sexier than you right now. That's why once you had this one and got yourself settled I'm taking you exclusive for a while. Just till we've made sure your next one is mine. Anything to say?"

"Fuck me, Shaka, please fuck me."

She felt as much as she heard his little chuckle of pleasure. "That's a deal then." She felt his weight shift on the bed and then his cock was at the entrance to her pussy. He lined himself up and then moved into her with a single fluid motion. She was ready for him and accepted him, each of his thrusts moving a little further into her. His hands moved up her body until they found her nipple rings. It wasn't frantic it was measured and deliberate and exquisitely skilled. A man who knew how to please a woman and who knew just how to please her.

She heard a noise to her left and suddenly realised that someone else had entered the room.

"Hi honey." The clipped accented tones were unmistakable. It was Linda, Shaka's wife. Dee felt a moment of panic but Shaka's stroke did not falter. A moment later the familiar dimpled smile of Linda appeared in front of her and then dipped down to kiss her cheek.

"Hi Dee - I hear congratulations are in order. I've a meeting with your husband tomorrow but I doubt it'll be nearly as much fun as yours with mine!" Her laugh was musical and natural as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Perhaps, for Shaka's wife, it was. Dee had always been a little wary about her relationship with Linda, unsure of quite where she stood. It was perhaps still the residue of her upbringing.

"I see you started without me." That remark of Linda sort of changed things didn't it!

"Damn you seen this girl..." was all Shaka said in response. He eased himself up and off Dee. His big cock bounced in front of him as he kissed his wife.

Well your lover's wife turning up mid-coitus was apt to break the mood a little, even if she seemed cool with all that was happening. More than cool in fact.

"We only have a couple of hours," said Linda s she began to strip, "no time to waste." Then she picked up her bag and took Dee into the shower.

***

Preparation is everything and experience is invaluable. Dee was hardly an innocent abroad but life with the unimaginative David hadn't entirely equipped her. Linda took charge and that was how the teacher now found herself a pupil.

It was also how she found herself naked and with another woman tonguing her butt-hole for the first time.

"Look at that," scolded Linda playfully, "you've got to relax. That's the key to this game. You need to relax and give it up. That fertile pussy of yours has been distracting our men from this lovely little peach of a butt. Well no more and," she slapped Dee's butt-cheek with her hand, "this is going to get a lot of attention now. That right honey?"

"Preach it," came Shaka's deep voice, "booty like that deserves it. Wasn't for Elvin I'd be taking it tonight."

That was a daunting prospect. Elvin wasn't small but Shaka was seriously equipped.

She heard Linda's musical laugh. "You've tightened up again - you NEED to relax. You think Shaka's too big for you? Well my man is amazing but nothing that you can't handle and enjoy handling too. I'm sure he'll be happy to give you plenty of practise."

Again the low chuckle of assent from Shaka.

"Lesson one," Linda's clipped South African accent seemed more noticeable, more imperative. Had she adopted the consciously didactic tone purely for Dee's benefit? "If you are a Black man's woman equipped like this," her hand gently slapped Dee's butt-cheek again, "then it WILL be being fucked. So make sure you are ready. Nice and clean and with plenty of lube." She undid a small container and went to work.

Dee glanced across at Shaka. He was seated with his big hand on his cock. Clearly enjoying the spectacle very much. Then she felt a pressure at her butthole.

"Relax baby - just relax." Linda's tone was business-like. "Yes! You see - is that so bad?"

Well no - but it wasn't an entirely pleasant feeling. Dee knew she had Linda's finger in her ass and almost immediately started to feel it move in and out. She did her best to keep relaxed but that was tricky when just about all her attention was on the sensations coming from her rear-end.

"Yeah thass right Baby - you doing good." Was Shaka talking to her or to his wife? Or to both of them?

After a few repetitions it did seem to feel a little less strange. Dee was just getting used to it when the finger was withdrawn and then she felt pressure again.

"Relax cutie, relax..." Linda almost cooed the instruction as she inserted two fingers and then, after a while, three. Every time she felt Dee tighten up she would stop and pause until the other woman had relaxed again.

"Damn but Elvin's gonna love fucking that tight little ass. Lucky mothafucka." Shaka's phone was out - recording. His big hard cock standing up against his belly. He was loving it.

Wasn't that what a lot of this was about? Pleasing their men. To please men like these a woman was expected to have certain skills. She knew her men well enough to know that this was one of them. You sort of got used to it - the unpleasant strangeness of it was fading away. She just felt a little full.

Then the fingers were removed and she felt something else at her butt. It was bigger. Without thinking about it she tensed up.

"Relax," the tone was almost hypnotic. "Relax. This is easy. I've had two kids and you've had three ... so far. This is so easy compared to that. So just relax and you'll come to enjoy. Relax..."

She tried and almost immediately felt the intrusion ease into her, begin a slow gentle stroke.

"There - you see? It's so easy. All you have to do is relax. I think we can show Dee our little present for her."

Shaka produced another item from the bag. Dee had heard of them of course but she'd never actually seen one. She consciously knew that it had to be a 'novice' item but to her it looked plenty big enough.

"Now this little butt plug is going to help you get used to keeping nice and relaxed and ready. You see it even has a nice Queen of Spades logo on the end so that you can show off who that little booty is reserved for. Like to do the honours honey?"

Dee watched Shaka carefully lube up the butt-plug and then he moved round behind her. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply to maintain her relaxation. She felt the toy removed and then a momentary pressure before the plug slid inside her butt. Then it just stayed there and she felt that unfamiliar fullness. Not pleasant necessarily or unpleasant either just ... unfamiliar. She immediately realised that feeling wouldn't stay so unfamiliar to her for long.

"Beautiful honey, got your pics for Elvin? Right then - time I showed Dee here how to please a Black man. You ready to help?"

"Fuck yeah," Shaka had hardly needed to speak.. His big Black cock was rock hard. Linda moved to him and carefully applied lube to the length of his thick shaft. She then lay back and put her legs in the air, holding her ankles.

Shaka lubed his fingers and then eased them into his wife's butt. Making sure she'd be ready for him. Then he put that big cock of his against her rosebud and gently pushed. Dee watched as his cock slid inside maybe a half an inch. Then he began a slow methodical few strokes that soon had almost all his cock in her.

"Oh yes honey - that's right." Linda panted out the words as Shaka began to build his strokes. "Fuck my ass."

Dee watched - almost amazed at how easily Linda seemed to be taking him. The South African's eyes were locked on those of her husband, her hands still at her ankles making herself fully available for him. Her face was flushed, her eyes sparkling.

Shaka's pushed his hands up to replace his wife's on her ankles.

"Yeah - fuck me Shaka - take me - it's yours - I'm yours."

The words were almost chanted between Shaka's heavy thrusts into her. Dee knew that feeling. When he had taken control and was taking you to places you'd never dreamed possible until you'd met a man like him. She found her fingers were at her own pussy, noted the subtle difference in feeing when combined with the sensation of her butt-plug.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

She'd watched on - her fingers teasing herself. Watched on as the couple had fucked, their two bodies made one by the energy and the moment She had watched on as Shaka had cum deep into his wife and then had pushed his body down onto hers - their mouth's meeting in a deep lovers' kiss.

"Check your phone." Until Shaka spoke she had almost thought the couple had forgotten that she was there. It had got pretty intense! On her phone she found a video clip and three rather select pics sent over by Shaka along with Elvin's details.

Shaka didn't say any more, he didn't need to. Dee knew what she needed to do and what, somewhat to her surprise, she found herself very much wanting to do.

***

So she had sent him a message and he'd responded.

"Sweet! Congratulations! You really gonna bring that fine booty over here?"

Did it make her shallow? Her satisfaction at his obvious enthusiasm. Well - the lucky man SHOULD be happy about it. She'd been putting the work in.

Taking It Up The Ass (Scenario 2)

"But I ... you can't know what's happening here. I can't just let..."

David's voice was resonant with his desperation, his panic. He could see his whole life collapsing before him. All the certainties and comforts built up over forty years were proving as transient and unreliable as the sea-spray.

One of the three men behind the desk cut him short in a firm but weary tone. "We do understand, I only wish you could grasp how much we sympathise. How much we wish that we could come to some other conclusion. However, there is an issue of commitment here, an issue of loyalty..."

David just stared at them. Three men - almost identikit in their corporate suits. Put on his case from HR. Why? What the fuck had he done? Why was he being punished?

"I also need you to understand that this is no comment on your case. We are not in a position to do that. But do you think you are the first executive here to have a marriage break up? Do you think this is our first time dealing with this situation?"

"No, no, I understand that but...."

The man held up an imperious hand and David's comment spluttered to a halt.

"You must see it from Dominion's viewpoint. You were recommended for promotion and we value your past contribution. However, how can we retain someone in so responsible a position when their attention and concentration cannot help but be elsewhere. It is obvious that this, er, process will be messy and long. We..."

"Could I not be granted leave? Then come back." David was trying to determine the financial implications of that in his head as he spoke.

"We can't carry passengers David. Your post is a prized one - do you really think we can just leave it open? Do you think there aren't hundreds of applicants desperate for the chance to prove what they can do here?"

That hit David right where it hurt. In his office, behind his desk, he felt in control. Here he felt powerless, defenceless. His promotion had come as a surprise to him but he had accepted it. However, what if someone else came in and out-performed him? What if he had to start again somewhere else - assuming he could find somewhere else. That asshole in the suit was right that there would be hundreds out there chasing every such position. 'Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,' he thought as he tried to hold himself together.

The man peered at David over his spectacles. He looked at him for a long moment and then sighed and shook his head. "It's a shame David. I'd like to stress that we don't think any the less of you. However, ultimately, someone in your position has to be FULLY committed to Dominion and we can't allow distractions."

He tapped the pile of papers by his right hand with his biro. "You must understand how bad this will be. Your wife, err, your soon-to-be ex-wife, has some very powerful representation. I assume some of the names here are not unknown to you? Have you seen the team assembled to fight this case for her? Also it appears that the case will be heard in the Capital rather than down here and that can only play into their hands. The judge might be in their pocket before the case even starts. I've heard talk about that lead lawyer of hers - she doesn't lose many over there. At the worst they will take you for every penny you have. At the best you'll be in the courts for years and maybe, just maybe, get a partial ruling."

"But that can't be right. Its not just, its not fair, I did nothing wrong..." David's voice petered out at the look of pity sent his way by the man. It told him - 'what does justice and fairness have to do with it. How can you have lived so long and not at least learned that.'

The man's expression hardened. "I'm sorry you have to make this so difficult for us. However, you must acknowledge that we have no choice in this matter. We have to let you go." He momentarily paused as he heard a whimpered moan of despair from David. "I realise that you haven't been in your current position for the required term and so, in accordance with the revised contract you signed on your transfer here, your severance will be at your previous lower non-executive rate. The equivalent of six weeks pay at that lower rate. I wish we could be more generous but you'll understand that in the current climate..."

David was just staring at him, his mind empty of rational thought. His life destroyed in a few casual words. He'd only have his savings and how long would they last, especially with lawyers' fees to pay. He was fucked, right royally fucked...

"Ahem."

The man in the suit paused and turned to the man seated in the corner who had just cleared his throat. David had almost forgotten him after the barrage of questioning from the three HR guys.

The man raised his eyebrows and then spoke. "The Board asked me to come down and observe this afternoon." His voice was rich and mellow. He gave a sad smile, the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth betraying his age. He had to be in his sixties. A gold cuff-link in his made-to-measure suit glinted as he made a gesture to the papers on the table. "First of all I have to say that Mr Crosby's view of this situation is quite correct and what I have to say in no way reflects on him or the HR Department. With this case in the mix there's no way Dominion can keep you on son."

The moment of hope in David's heart was snuffed out in an instant. It had seemed unlikely. Some old Black dude showing up to save the day. He'd never had much time for Blacks and now what with Dee and all...

He realised the Black man was watching him, a strange expression in his eyes. It was like he'd read his thoughts. David's soul cringed within him.

A flicker of a fresh smile twitched the corner of the African-American's mouth. "It is clear to me that we are losing a valuable member of staff and I want to do all I can to avoid that. For you," he nodded to David, "and for the company."

Crosby, the man from HR, cautiously interjected, "I know sir, that you have business in the Capital. Could you perhaps...?"

Again the roller-coaster of David's emotions began to slowly inch upwards. He'd always known the golden truth of that simple comment. 'It's not what you know it's WHO you know?' With the right connections you really could achieve almost anything. He looked again at the African-American in the beautifully-tailored suit. "Sir, If you can do anything I would be..."

The Black man held up his hand as if to save David from further embarrassment. "Of course I'll be glad to do what I can. I know some of those involved. Perhaps a," and he savoured the next word, "compromise can be reached."

"A compromise...?" said David in a small voice.

"I'm an old-fashioned man David. I believe a man's pride lies in his sons, the young men that will carry on his name. Daughters take a different place in our hearts - we understand that much as we love them they will always be part of the world of women."

He looked at David and his brown eyes seemed to see deep into his mind and soul. His voice was deep and caring. "I know you have a son."

"Yes, yes, I have Davey." David's voice cracked a little as he remembered the time he'd spent with his son over the past few months. He'd sometimes resented it at the time but now - when he faced losing everything. His eyes prickled with tears, "He's ... he's ... everything to me." The statement, like the realisation, came more easily than he would ever have imagined.

The African-American nodded and smiled. "Now we can make progress. In any negotiation you must understand what can be won and you must realise what MUST be won. Then we can go into the fight ready to prevail. First, custody of Davey is non-negotiable. Second, your wife doesn't get a penny of your hard-earned money and you get the house. Third, you obtain generous access rights to your daughters up to the age when they can make their own decisions. Sound acceptable?"

The man's generous avuncular tone had suddenly hardened and become brutally efficient. David thought he could understand how he had risen high in business. Mostly, however, he just rejoiced that someone was taking charge. He'd been lost, floundering in despair. Now he perhaps saw a way forward. However, he wasn't completely sold. "Perhaps I should get a lawyer..."

The Black man was dismissive. "Lawyers! They'll drag this thing into court for years and suck you dry of all you possess and all you'll ever possess. Besides, winning a case against a Capital resident in a Capital court with a judge probably picked by the opposition. There's only one lawyer I know who could do that for you."

"Who's that?"

"Jessica Lyons - and she's working for your wife." The African-American stood. He wasn't a big man but he seemed to control the room. "Son, you'd best face the facts. I will go out there and get what I can for you or you can throw up your job and try and find a lawyer of any quality to take up those odds without a guarantee of getting paid. I don't fancy your chances there by the way."

He took a few steps toward David. "I'm offering my help to get you the deal I mentioned. It's up to you of course." He held out his hand. David looked him squarely in the eye and then seemed to make up his mind. He took it and the Black man's second hand closed over his.

"Do you really think you can get that deal?" asked David.

"Don't worry son," the Black man gave him a friendly wink, "I tend to get what I want." It was said with a tone of solid assurance. "I'll have some documents made up for your signature and you can sign them before I leave. I'll have them sent over to your office." He nodded and David understood that he was dismissed. He left the room and headed for his office, his head still in a whirl.

The African-American shook hands with each of the three HR reps. "My thanks to you all - of course if I can ever assist any of you in any way..."

"No problem Mr Taylor," answered the man named Crosby, "it's always a pleasure. But that guy's record. I mean it's OK but..."

"...you think he's not worth my bother," Taylor completed his sentance. "Well, I recommended him so I feel a certain responsibility. Besides he may be a little weak but he doesn't deserve to be destroyed. Anyway - I have my reasons."

Crosby and his two colleagues paused and then realised Mr Taylor wasn't going to tell them any more. "Of course sir, as you wish." Then they too left the office.

Taylor reached into his brief-case and produced the papers Jessica had prepared for him. They secured for David exactly what Taylor had promised him. They'd be signed and presented to court, with the equivalent papers for the delicious Dee, and it would be a fait accompli. All signed and sealed within ten minutes.

Taylor pulled out his phone and hit a button. "Ah - the beautiful Linda. The papers are ready for delivery. I doubt your formidable powers of persuasion will be needed to get them signed but ... as you know this is important to me and to your husband. Talking of Shaka give him my regards and tell him we're long overdue a drink. Maybe I'll drop into one of those bars of his, eh. Anyway - I'll see you in a few minutes."

Taylor put his phone back into his pocket. He smiled the smile of a satisfied man.

Taking It Up The Ass (Scenario 3)

Elvin still looked like the cat who had got the canary. He had done so ever since he had opened the door to her. Not that she was complaining. A girl liked to know she was being appreciated.

It was fun. Elvin was different to Shaka or even Bill. That last time they met had, she suspected, been the first time anything of the kind had happened to him. He'd still seemed genuinely surprised that she had turned up at all. Things like that didn't happen to him on a regular basis - that was clear.

Normally she enjoyed the way her men took control, their swagger and confidence. The way they expressed their desire for her and her friends. But, it couldn't be denied, it was a pleasant change of pace to be with Elvin. She knew that once he relaxed he could give her just the sort of evening that she loved.

She also knew just how to 'relax' him. After a greeting kiss and a few words she moved him over to a chair and then began to give him a little show.

The only other time they had been together they had been at the hotel with Shaka and Shaka did tend to dominate any proceedings he was a part of. Now it was just the two of them and she was going to make sure that Elvin knew that tonight she was just for him.

Dee moved over to the TV and turned it on. A swift channel selection and a moment's pause before she nodded and made her way back to Elvin. She was pleased to see that when she turned the African-Americans eyes were fixed on her, and particularly on her butt. All those exercise sessions were paying off! She glanced down and smiled. She could stop right here - the bulge in the front of his pants told her Elvin was ready. But where was the fun in that? Elvin wasn't just going to get a fuck tonight he was going to get a fuck that he'd remember for the rest of his life. She wanted him boasting to his friends about the hot piece of white tail he'd had.

She restored eye-contact as she went, her movements in time to the heavy beat coming from the TV. She knew the images flickering on the screen. The sexy barely-clad dancers gyrating as the rapper told his story. She also knew Elvin wasn't watching the TV. He didn't need to. He'd got his own hot little chassy right here and in person.

She knew she had him. He wanted her and he wanted her bad. It felt good She reached out her fingers and touched his lips. Then she moved her hands back to undo her top. Felt the air on her skin and knew that her nipples would surely be growing and thickening.

She saw the tip of his tongue just protrude from his mouth. She straddled him and pushed her breasts into his face. Felt the warm air of his breath and the wetness of his lips and tongue.

Then she skipped back and off him, knowing that his eyes were following her every move. She turned and very carefully bent over to undo her heels, wiggling her butt at him as she did so. She half expected to feel the heavy slap of a Black hand on her butt. Shaka wouldn't have hesitated - he would have wanted to see the pink mark of his hand on her pale flesh, marking her as his.

She was pretty sure he remembered their last meeting - when she'd made her promise to him. She stepped out of her heels and backed up close. Looking over her shoulder she said, "Remember how I said you can claim what's yours?"

He smiled and leaned forward. Dee felt his hand land on her still-clothed butt, heard the satisfying 'slap' of the contact. That was good - he'd remembered alright! Now it was time to show him his little surprise.

Dee's hands went to her skirt and swiftly undid it. She allowed the material to flow around her body a few times and then let it drop.

"Fuck yeah," she heard the pure pleasure in his voice. Felt his hands grasp her hips and pull her back towards him. Well it seemed Elvin was coming out of his shell just fine.

Linda had helped her out with that part. Writing in black sharpie the words 'PROPERTY OF ELVIN' on the pale skin of her butt-cheek.

She'd lost her balance a little when he grabbed her but she didn't fall. She felt the strength in his hands as he held her and then eased her down and onto his lap. She felt the hardness there, the beautiful Black cock ready to be set free. Hard and pulsing with blood, strong with his desire for her.

Elvin had never known the old her. He had only known the new Dee. To him she wasn't an almost middle-aged soccer mom, steeped in the dullness of suburban living, worn down by the years with her husband. To him she was a sexual being, a woman full of life, a beautiful desirable woman. For sure not a teenager but then neither was he. They'd both lived enough and loved enough to know just how to ensure the other enjoyed their time together.

She worked her hips a little on his lap, rubbing her butt over that promising bulge in his pants. She heard him chuckle again and felt his fingers relax a little.

She quickly skipped up and off his lap again. Ever since she'd met Shaka and his friends they'd been wanting her to dance for them - more than once they'd tried to get her on stage at one of the clubs Shaka had taken her too. She'd not been ready then - had lacked the skills or the confidence. Now she danced for Elvin - his own private dancer. Teasing him a little, flirting with him a lot, letting him know that he would come to enjoy all that she could offer a man.

She kept eye contact with him as much as she could, saw the glittering hardness of the desire in his dark eyes. Finally it was time and she seemed to know it without anyone having to speak. She straddled him again, this time her naked body against his clothed one, her mouth finding his in a long deep kiss.

When they came up for air she dropped down to kneel between his legs and to unbuckle his belt. There were no surprises. Under his pants were a pair of shorts seriously tented by his erection. That last barrier gone she could gently take his cock in her hands and worship it as it deserved. Nuzzling the fresh warmth of his skin, licking his shaft and balls and only then, then, beginning to suck him. He didn't have a really big cock - she'd seen several bigger. But he had enough, just the right amount for what she needed tonight. She felt his cock twitch in her mouth and pulled off him. She really didn't want him to cum yet.

"Not yet, Elvin. I've got plans for this beautiful cock. I left my bag in the bathroom. Can you get it for me please?"

Fetch and carry. Fetch and carry. Elvin spent his life fetching and carrying for the guests at that hotel. But any annoyance he'd felt at being reduced back to that status disappeared the moment he saw her again.

She was on all fours at the edge of the bed. Her head down on a pillow, her toned white ass thrust up towards him. He saw the writing there and he saw something else. At her butt-hole was a Queen of Spades symbol.

"It's in the bag," was all Dee said to him.

In the bag. He knew the double meaning there. Even as he reached into the bag and pulled out the lube. She was giving herself to him, happily and unreservedly.

"This really your first time?"

"Yes." The first time ever? The first time in her new life? The first time with a real man, a Black man? Those questions might all have the same answer or they might not. It didn't matter.

"I'll be careful." She knew that he meant it and that he had the experience to know what he was doing. She realised that he was the perfect choice for this. He was strong but would use that strength with discretion. His cock was a good size but not too big. Had she chosen him or had Shaka? She couldn't remember and that didn't matter either. He was perfect.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

"Fuck me now. Please...." She heard herself say it. First there was the slight pressure as he gently removed her butt-plug and then a more insistent pressure at the entrance to her butt. She did her best to relax and was rewarded by the feeling of his well-lubricated cock slipping past her defences and into her butt. His hands were back on her hips, holding her in position and making sure that she stayed there ready for him. He needn't have worried because she wasn't going anywhere.

Elvin was as good as his word. He was careful. However, that care didn't alter what was happening. His movements were first slow and carefully measured but each claimed a little more of her as his. She found herself trying hard to relax - something that was a little self-defeating. She would tense up and then immediately feel the discomfort. Elvin would stop and wait for the pressure to ease. Then he would remorselessly start to claim her again. He was careful and he was cautious but he was definitely taking that booty!

Dee tried to get into the zone, that mental place where she wasn't having to fight herself. Where she could relax without having to consciously do so. Where she could truly give herself to him. It was another rite of passage for her. Shaka had secured her pussy for the Black man. Bill had secured her womb for the Black man. Now Elvin was claiming her butt for the Black man. Then in about a year's time she would go back to Shaka and he would make her a Black man's woman, for real and for ever. With a Black man's child in her arms and another growing in her belly. Just as she had always been meant to be but had only recently realised. It all led to that.

"Yes Elvin, yes. Fuck me - take what's yours." They were the first words she had spoken in minutes and the act of uttering them brought her back to herself. Let her feel directly and strongly the regular thrusts of Elvin into her, let her feel and hear the slap of his skin against hers. She had taken him and he had taken her. She breathed out long shuddering gasps, tried to speak again but couldn't. She felt so full, almost overwhelmed by this new different way to please her men.

She knew Shaka would want her booty ... and Bill ... and Lavon and ... well she knew enough to know that an awful lot of the guys treasured some prime white booty. They would enjoy her and she would enjoy and savour their pleasure.

"Yes," she finally almost snarled out through gritted teeth.

"Fuck yeah," responded Elvin as he came long and hard into her butt. Now she heard him breathing hard too, knew that she had given him a good work-out. She felt him withdraw and then she rolled over. He joined her almost immediately Their lips met, tenderly. It felt so good.

"Thanks," she said. She meant it too.

Elvin had a cheeky smile, almost boyish despite his short-cut greying hair. "Alright if maybe I can fuck that fine white pussy too - I mean before we have to go."

She returned his smile. Oh that sounded a lot better than alright! "Well you BETTER had mister," she said as she leaned back in to renew her kiss.

Epilogue

"Hi everyone." Charli waved at the small camera being held by a beefy Black doorman.

"All my followers and the followers of my lovely MILF-tastic friend Dee. We're so glad of your support tonight because Dee is a little nervous. Isn't that right baby?"

Dee summoned up a smile and a little wave for the camera.

"It's her first time!" Charli giggled and winked. "But all Dee's followers who saw the pics posted last month know that she's looking just way too beautiful not to get an invite." She gave Dee a little hug. "Relax baby as soon as we get going it'll be fine!"

Dee remembered those pics. Naked - the camera capturing her body and its curves. The main pic of herself looking out at the camera as Bill stood behind her with his big Black hands resting on the prominent bulge of her belly. That gesture of protection and possession.

She wasn't a vain woman but she'd looked at that picture every day since she'd first seen it. It looked so beautiful, so perfect, so right. Her smile as she faced the camera, her eyes clear and bright. Facing the future with assurance and confidence. It was the new her.

Just at the moment she didn't feel much like 'the new her.' She felt nervous as a kitten. They told you that once you got going then it came natural. But what if it didn't! What if she just kind of froze up. What if they hated her? What if they were disappointed?

She turned towards Charli - trying to feed on some of the young woman's exuberant confidence. This was very small beer for her. Anna had shown her a video of one of Charli's performances once. Apparently Anna's cuck Kent was a big fan. Dee had just shook her head in wonder at it. Charli in only a black leather thong and matching thigh-high boots. Her two white male slaves tied to a post, their little pink penises safely caged. Charli flicking a long whip with exquisite skill and control. Honestly Dee had only been able to watch between her fingers!

That wasn't her scene. They weren't entirely wrong when they called her a little soccer mom. She loved her little apartment in one of Mr Taylor's new developments. So convenient for work and just the right size for her and the two girls. They'd made lots of new friends and she had absolutely no shortage of help with them when she had 'something on'.

The only real wrench had of course been young Davey but she was so proud of him. She had taken him by the hands and told him that she loved him but that she was relying on him to look after his Dad. That she couldn't trust that job to anyone but her smart handsome boy. He had got that serious look of his onto his face and thought about it for a good twenty seconds before nodding.

Now she counted off the days each time before she saw him again Just as David probably did for the girls. There was one difference though. First thing on arrival Davey would solemnly report on how his Dad was doing. She knew from him and the girls that David preferred not to hear anything about her. Well she couldn't blame him and she hoped his dating plans worked out for him.

"Dee - come ON." Charli's voice cut into her thoughts. She got up and hustled across to join the curvy Blonde. She felt her big hoop ear-rings swing as she walked. It had been very important to have them on tonight.

Charli peeked through the curtains and seemed to get a signal. She turned back, "Ten seconds", she said.

The music peaked and then dipped. A familiar voice boomed out, amplified through the club. "Now we got something real special for you tonight. You all know the legend that is Charli but she done brung along with her the sweetest of sweet treats. Welcome them both up here. C'mon girls."

Brawny Black arms reached out to help them both up the few steps. Dee was grateful to Jess for the advice that she wear flats. Other than that she had a modest wraparound skirt and a loose blouse. As Charli stepped up she heard the patrons cheer and heard a second wave of cheers when she took her position beside Shaka.

He smiled at her and nodded. Charli was already heading out onto the stage - peeling off her own top to show her heavily pregnant belly. Those near enough could read the message permanently inked into her pale skin just above her pussy.

'THIS PUSSY FOR NIGGAS ONLY'

With the Black 'QOS' symbol inked in on either side. Charli wasn't shy and wasn't afraid to get her freak on. Her dancing skills were perhaps hampered by her condition but the crowd didn't give a shit, whooping and hollering. Her movements were graceful if slow as she shook her booty for them, drinking in their acclaim. Finally she turned and pointed both fingers at Dee.

It was show time. A deep breath and she stepped forward onto the stage.

"Plenty of you seen her aound - now fo' the first time anywhere dancing on stage - my fine fine bitch - DEEEEEEEEE!!"

If she was worried about following Charli she needn't have been. The crowd cheered and stamped their feet. But that was nothing compared to when she undid that last button and peeled off her blouse. She was a couple of months behind Charli but her belly left no doubt that Dee was just as pregnant and the crowd liked the way this was going.

Dee knew what was expected of her, this place had certain traditions, and she was ready when Charli returned with a radio mike. "Anything to say babe?"

"My name's Dee and I'm Black-Bred and loving it!" She almost shouted into the mike.

Her young blonde friend's face broke into a broad grin at the roar of approval from the crowd.

At a signal from Shaka the music was turned back up. They both began to move to the rhythmn as Charli ran her hands over Dee's body. The two women's mouths and tongues met.

That concludes this story featuring Dee - we can't have an Episode 13. However, she will return...