Virtue and Its Rewards
Kali awoke in bed and rejoiced in the pleasures of life. She almost sensed as well as felt the body of the young woman with her. She leaned forward to kiss the girl's shoulder - felt the warmth of the firm young skin against her lips. The girl shifted a little in her half-sleep and gave a delicious little murmur.
What a find Charli had been. Such a performer - both publicly and privately. Kali recalled her the night before. She had been clad in black latex - her magnificent firm young breasts barely held in check, her long blonde hair flowing, her tall form statuesque. Such a contrast to the two white men whom she had led round the stage on leashes. Both pudgy and pink, one old enough to be her father, almost her grandfather. Her strength and poise and confidence contrasting so starkly with their shambling weakness and abject submission.
She had paddled their chubby white asses a fiercely blushing pink, had stepped on their prostrate bodies in her vicious heels, had put ice on their little pink erections to get them into a tight restrictive metal cage. She, in short, had put them in their place.
The audiences - both in person and online - LOVED her. She so obviously enjoyed her work. In fact there was really only one thing that she ever complained about. Those puny little pink pricks and their embarrassingly futile erections. Kali smiled to herself. She couldn't blame the 'men'. Charli was exceptional. Often their first glance would be enough to have the 'men' begin to 'show their appreciation' of her perfect body, her large but firm breasts.
That was Charli's greatest asset as a performer. She was the purest natural. She didn't need to act. She seemed genuinely outraged at the idea that a white boy would dare look at her sexually. A little unreasonable given that Charli was generally dressed provocatively if she was dressed at all. The poor white boys never stood a chance. Not least because most knew that they would be punished for it and that just made their little pink pricks want to grow all the more!
It was the natural way of things. Kali had little use for men, none at all sexually, but she knew that her young white lover did not share that fundamentalism. It was simply that Charli had a certain very defined taste in men.
Kali and Charli. The two names went together so well. Kali pondered, as she often did, how things might have been. She had been fortunate enough to meet the love of her life but then had lost her, with sudden and brutal immediacy. Even in that second of horror she had known that she could never love like that again. She reached a hand around Charli's body and gently fondled her breast. The girl squirmed a little and Kali kissed her neck tenderly. No, she would never have another love like that again. However, she could still enjoy delicious playthings like Charli.
The girl had been with her for a year now - had a reputation even among Kali's protégés and pupils. There weren't so many girls that had played a big part in getting their own mother Black bred! Kali had heard that story of course - even had it confirmed to her by Charli herself. Well, Kali had been around a long time, had been around certain people a long time...
Kali knew that Georgia, Charli's mom, was very definitely old enough and smart enough to have known just what she was doing. If the latent desire hadn't been there and hadn't been strong then no amount of suggestion could have got her to where she was now. Kali had no reason to doubt that Charli and that wild roommate of hers, Lex, had been behind setting Georgia off down that path. However, she very much doubted that it had originally been their idea. Someone had demonstrated to them the motive and the opportunity.
It really wasn't her problem who that might have been - she was merely curious. Everyone seemed happy to live with the story and the end result - an attractive white MILF with her first Black baby growing in her belly. Amazing how often it tended to turn out that way among white women that came into contact with certain Black men! Well no, not amazing at all. Very natural. In fact the most natural thing in the world.
Kali's hand strayed down to the firm flat stomach of her young white lover. Empty at the moment but full of potential. Kali had no use for men but didn't expect that to be true of everyone. She knew Charli had learned her old Master's lessons well. She also knew the girl was not a hypocrite. If she had helped send Georgia down that path then it was undoubtedly because she intended to follow it herself.
Kali kissed the girl's ear and then tickled it with her tongue. Charli murmured in half-protest. Kali smiled. This one truely was one of her favourite pets.
Virtue and its Rewards (again)
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. That didn't mean she couldn't enjoy herself however.
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 Ann 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. 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." He 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?"
