Leah Rubin Story 4 Completion

Ever since her debauched coupling with Jon, Leah has become addicted to his rough manners in bed. She found herself regularly returning to Jon's apartment, to be treated to a night of hardcore anal, ass to mouth, golden showers and breeding. This was all accompanied, naturally, by a big dose of filthy raceplay.

Leah regularly recounted these sessions of Daniel in bed, as her husband licked and sucked on her tits and pussy, devouring the last drops of black semen and pee.

Leah allowed Daniel to fuck her afterwards, but only while wearing a condom -- she did not want to have his baby, and often reinforced this determination of hers through humiliating words in bed.

"That's it, white boy, try harder! Try and please me! But you can never please me like Jon can, can you? It is so pathetic to see you try so hard. I can barely feel a thing," she mocked him one night.

Upon hearing these words, Daniel came almost instantly, spraying his tiny load inside the condom with pathetic whimpers. Leah felt nothing: she was merely counting the minutes until the monotonic motions were over. Daniel finally pulled his penis from her vagina, but Leah barely noticed the difference.

Daniel suddenly cried out in a stupefied voice:

"Baby, the condom broke! I think I came inside you."

Leah immediately turned around and saw that the top of the condom was missing. The plastic material wrapped around Daniel's rapidly shrinking penis, but there was nothing covering the pinkish head: the material must have torn during their lovemaking or Daniel must have put it on wrong.

Leah's heart sank as she suddenly realized that Daniel's sperm was currently inside her tunnel, working their way up to her eggs.

"You fuckin' idiot," she exclaimed. "Can't you even do one thing right?"

"But baby," Daniel said with a naïve smile, "aren't you happy? At least we can try and have a baby now too."

Leah looked at her husband with a slightly surprised, slightly mocking expression.

"Are you serious honey? I told you so many times in bed already. I want Jon's black babies. I'm not gonna have a baby with you."

Then before Daniel could reply anything, she announced matter-of-factly.

"I'm taking a morning-after pill."

Daniel's mouth dropped.

"Honey, no... Then you are not even giving me a chance! At least let me participate in the race! Wouldn't it be hot? Seeing who gets you pregnant first?"

Leah thought about the proposal for a moment.

"I could imagine a game like that -- with black guys. It would be hot if I didn't know which black guy got me pregnant. But I told you very clearly already. There will be no white babies in this womb."

With this, Leah started getting dressed, off to visit a pharmacy. Daniel remained sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at his once-loving wife with a dumbfounded expression.

"Oh, and another thing," Leah said, turning toward Daniel from the door. "We cannot make a mistake like this again, or else Jon might learn that I'm still letting you fuck me. And I promised him that I wouldn't allow a white dick inside any of my holes ever again. So, from now on, it's handjobs only for you, whiteboy. Bye-bye!"

The door closed behind Leah, and Daniel started rubbing his hardening penis again.

A few days later, Daniel and Leah spent the evening watching a streaming website, drinking soda and talking. Suddenly, Leah announced that she had to go pee. She got up and disappeared for a few minutes. When she returned, the girl was visibly overflowing with happiness.

"Guess what. I am not pregnant," she grinned, triumphantly waving a negative pregnancy test.

She sank down on the bed, chattering happily.

"Isn't that good news honey? I was so afraid that you might have accidentally gotten me pregnant. But luckily that is not the case."

Daniel was visibly sulking.

"You know I wouldn't have minded having a baby with you. At least don't be so happy about it, baby."

"I'm sorry, I just cannot pretend anymore. I'm so relieved! I was saving myself for Jon. I can't wait for my belly to grow with his child. I feel like my life has this whole new purpose now: to give birth to mixed children and raise them. Isn't that what we have fantasized about?"

She lifted Daniel's blanket, peeking under the fabric.

"It seems that your little dicklet is not angry. In fact, I think someone actually likes what they're hearing!"

Leah reached over, touching Daniel's hardening member. He was almost fully hard now, but the entire thing almost fit inside Leah's palm.

"What is it? Could it be that you actually want your white wife to be bred by hung, masculine black men?" she cooed into his ear.

Daniel's dick jumped a little at her words. Leah started rubbing his cock as she pulled closer to him, pushing her huge tits against his chest. She leaned closer to his ear, gleefully tormenting her husband with more filthy words.

"I think you like this. I think you actually want to step aside and let black men take your wife. I think you'd rather let black thugs breed me, spray their big fucking loads inside my unprotected white cunt, than impregnate me yourself. I think you want me to be pregnant with black babies."

Daniel closed his eyes and softly moaned, imagining the described scenarios.

"Can I fuck you today baby? I can wear a condom," he turned to Leah, perhaps as a last attempt at getting some pussy that night.

"No!" she replied, laughing. "We're working on a baby with Jon. The condom could break. But I can jerk you off!"

Leah reached over to the nightstand and grabbed some lotion. After applying the slippery material to her hands, she continued jacking off his dick, whispering more dirty things into his ear.

"Your cock is so pathetic! I don't want small white dicks anymore. You know I love black cock. I only want black cock from now on."

Her motions fastened as Daniel started breathing more heavily.

"I don't want to try and have a baby with you. I want Jon's baby."

With her other hands, Leah grabbed Jon's hand and placed his fingers upon her hot cunt. Daniel could feel her wetness, sensing the warm, soft hole, knowing that he could not get it, the humiliating situation only exaggerating his pleasure.

"My pussy belongs to black men now. My ass also belongs to black men now."

Then, leaning even more closely into his ear, Leah decided to deliver the final blow.

"My womb also belongs to black men. I only want to have black babies. I don't want to have any white babies."

Upon hearing these words, Daniel let out a sharp moan and sprayed his load into the air. He shot more cum than usual: he visibly enjoyed Leah's masterful torture.

In the coming days, Leah was so busy with work that she hadn't had time to meet Jon. Finally, the big day arrived: she was ovulating, and that evening, a good fuck-session was arranged for her at Jon's flat, which would hopefully end with Leah getting pregnant.

But as she was getting ready for the date, the doorbell rang unexpectedly. Daniel hadn't gotten home from work yet, so Leah answered the door: a deliveryman had arrived with a package addressed to Leah. This was rather surprising, as she usually remembered when she ordered something.

The box contained three packages: two of them softer and large, and one tiny, but hard item, wrapped in paper. Along them, there was also a short letter from Jon:

"Wear these tonight."

Leah could already guess that the gifts were of a dirty kind, but Jon's imagination surpassed even her wildest guesses. First she opened the soft packages: one was a plain white T-shirt, with the text "BNWO" on it.

Jon had told her about the meaning of the abbreviation earlier: it referred to a world where white women would reproduce with black men only.

The second soft package contained a white thong with the text "BBC ONLY" at the front. Leah smiled at Jon's childish humor: only a guy could get excited about a woman wearing this sort of underwear. Finally, she reached for the third, harder item.

It was a golden necklace, with letters in the middle. It read "BBC SLUT" with a little spade symbol between the two words. Leah removed the necklace that she had originally been planning to wear and put on the new item: it felt good, as if everything had fallen into place, as if the gift was as jewel on her crown of slutiness.

Leah quickly finished getting ready: she covered the white t-shirt with a red suit (although the chances of her cab driver being familiar with the word "BNWO" was rather slim), hid the panties with the naughty inscription under her tight trousers, got into a taxi with the jewelry sparkling around her neck and headed for Jon's flat.

When Jon opened the door, he took one look at Leah and let out a satisfied "ooooh" with a grin.

"Wow baby. Prime BBC breeding material, right at my doorstep."

Leah blushed at the concept of being "BBC breeding material," but she simply kissed Jon hello and said nothing. As she stepped inside, however, she could feel her body getting excited: her pussy was quivering in anticipation.

She felt like she could just skip all the chitchat and foreplay, drop her clothes and spread her legs for this man, begging to be knocked up.

Despite her strong urges, Leah managed to control herself and had a glass of wine with her hopefully soon-to-be baby daddy. Jon was charming, confident and funny as usual. He popped in some relaxing music, and they laid back on Jon's couch, staring intently into each other's eyes. Jon smiled and asked Leah:

"Are you sure you want to do this baby? I don't want to force you into anything you're not sure about."

"Yes Jon," Leah replied without thinking. "I've been fantasizing a lot about this, and I want to make it real. I want to carry a black man's baby and I think we would have beautiful children."

"I just don't want you to later feel like I confused you. I'm not the daddy type. I sleep around and I have already knocked up a few white girls. I enjoy doing it, actually. I don't really stick around to raise the kids though. Are you OK with that?"

Leah thought about this for a moment. They never really discussed what would happen later, but Jon's words didn't come as a big surprise. After all, she had loving and caring Daniel at home: they have already agreed that he would help raise the baby.

"Yeah, I guess that's OK. I mean if you want to sometimes visit, that's fine. But I think my hubby would make a great dad for our mixed baby. I just want to be pregnant by you. I don't want to worry about the rest," she replied, slowly moving closer to Jon, staring into his dark eyes deeply.

Leah couldn't wait any longer for her lover to fulfill her wishes and luckily Jon took the hint. He gently placed his dark fingers under Leah's pale chin, and pulled her in, giving her an intoxicating, long kiss.

Leah had already had a few passionate affairs with black men, but she could feel that this time was different. This time they were really going for it: their carnal desires aligned with what the subconscious part of her brain was wishing for.

Their lovemaking would be natural, carnal, without barriers, focusing on a single purpose: breeding.

Leah felt like a bitch in heat: her ovulating, voracious body reveled at the feeling of Jon's fingers pulling off her white "BNWO" T-shirt. As they continued kissing, Jon's hands found their way up to her gigantic white breasts, still covered by her bra.

As her lover started to expose her breasts, Leah's slid her hands over Jon's groin, looking for his hardening, huge penis through his jeans.

When Jon was finally successful, he leaned in to suck on Leah's erect nipples, one after the other. The girl let out a satisfied moan, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation, as her fingers started rubbing Jon's cock through the textile.

Jon started groaning like a wild beast, as he was noticeably getting excited, and Leah knew that he would soon take total control.

She didn't want to wait anymore and tried to unleash the animal herself. She leaned into Jon's ear as he kept nibbling on her tits and whispered:

"I'm so wet for your big black dick baby. I want you to breed me. I can't wait any longer. Make me your whore!"

This was enough to send Jon into a furious sexual rampage. He grabbed Leah's throat and yanked down her pants and without even looking at her new underwear with the dirty text, pulled it aside and inserted two fingers into her flooded vagina.

Leah noted the rough intrusion with contented whimpering, as her own hands frenziedly worked at releasing Jon's rock-hard penis. After his cock flung free, she tried to lean over and suck on it, but she was stopped by Jon's hard grip around her throat.

She realized that Jon would not let her control the situation and let him do whatever he wanted to her body. Meanwhile, the black man's grasp tightened around her neck, while the fingers of his other hand penetrated ever deeper into her soaking cunt.

Jon was visibly getting more and more excited at the thought of impregnating another white woman. Leah was almost shuddering with anticipation at the thought of yet another brutal choking, and she was not disappointed.

Jon began to squeeze her neck so tightly that she couldn't breathe at all. Drops of saliva began to trickle from the corners of her mouth, her face turned plum-purple, and her eyes rolled back as the black man's tongue roamed around her nipples and his fingers relentlessly massaged the inner walls of her throbbing pussy and her clit.

Leah was only capable of pathetic, wanton whimpers, her body unable to move, and her pussy spilling a thick stream of inviting juices onto the couch. Finally, when she was about to start seeing stars, Jon's hands released her throat, only to grab her by the hips and pull her body under his own.

Jon pushed Leah's legs backwards, bending her body, and providing convenient access to the girl's pale holes. Then, without a single word, he directed his stiff member at Leah's wet pussy lips and slammed himself into her body.

Leah screamed out, not because of a lack of wetness, but because of the sudden stretching of her nether flesh by the sizeable phallus. Every time such hung black men penetrated her body, she felt as if their huge members were tearing her lower regions apart, and this intercourse was no exception.

Jon was clearly not at all interested in Leah's pleasure; he was simply focused on breeding her. His groin slammed against Leah's loins with steely, hard smacks, his balls slapping against Leah's buttocks, his muscles tensing in the work.

Though Leah could barely see from the pleasure, her eyes occasionally wandered to the black man's well-developed stomach, his biceps glistening with sweat drops: Jon was amazingly hot, and Leah couldn't wait to mix her genes with his.

Suddenly, Jon's hands found Leah's neck again, and she couldn't breathe again. Leah opened her eyes, only to see Jon's wicked smile above her. He spoke with a commandeering voice:

"Open your mouth, slut!"

Leah realized that she wouldn't so easily receive Jon's seed; she would have to go through the usual rounds of blatant, race-themed humiliation. She enjoyed being dominated and degraded by black men, but she was always a bit afraid what Jon would come up with next.

She opened her mouth timidly, looking up wide-eyed at her tormentor, as the "BBC SLUT" necklace bounced up and down under her delicate white chin from the waves of hard fucking. Jon immediately spat into her open mouth, causing Leah to turn her head as soon as she could feel his saliva land on her tongue.

She didn't like getting spat at, but Jon simply grabbed her hair, yanked her head back and grasped onto her neck even more strongly.

"I said open your fucking mouth you worthless white whore!"

Reluctantly, Leah looked up and opened her mouth again, this time pushing out her tongue a little. She realized that she did so in order to lap up his spittle more easily; perhaps her subconscious enjoyed the humiliating ordeal?

Jon spat into her mouth again, then released her throat, only to slap her across the face the next moment. Leah actually saw stars this time, her face turning red, as she registered the burning pain on her skin.

Before she could say anything, Jon slapped her across the cheek again, not stopping his pummeling of her ever loosening cunt for one moment. Then his slaps turned to her big white tits, slapping his palm against the soft flesh, leaving red palm marks on Leah's breasts.

Leah screamed out in pleasure and agony but did not tell Jon to stop. Every jolt of pain seemed to increase her sensations of perverted pleasure tenfold, and Jon's brutish control pushed all other thoughts out of her mind, only leaving space for her need to please every carnal desire of the man dominating her.

She felt like her pussy was on fire, her first orgasm of the evening rapidly building up. Finally, she could take Jon's abuses and the persistent besieging of her pussy no more, screaming out loudly, babbling incoherent words of encouragement and filth into Jon's ears.

"Yes... Yes! Fuck yes! Give me that big black cock! I'm almost there! FUCK YESSS! Don't stop, don't stop! Keep fucking me... big black cock... I love your cock... I love you..."

Her mind only half recorded the words that had left her lips as his movements had flown her into the clouds of orgasmic delight. After she regained her senses, however, she realized that perhaps her mouth unwillingly spoke the truth.

Suddenly, the chaotic moments of the past days and weeks came together to form a meaningful whole: how she no longer wanted her husband, no longer wanted to have children with him, yet she felt an insurmountable attraction for her black lover and wanted nothing else than to sleep with him every day to give him her body and even her womb.

At that moment, all of Leah's resistance to Jon's rough treatment of her disappeared: she wanted her body to serve the black man completely.

Jon unexpectedly pulled out of her flooded vagina, and with a quick movement, sat on Leah's face. She knew what the man expected of her, and she obediently pushed out her tongue, meeting his sweaty asshole with her taste buds. Then, signaling her complete obedience to her lover, she spread Jon's ass and pushed her tongue deep inside his ass. Jon groaned loudly and masturbated above her face, obviously enjoying the treatment.

"Good girl. That's it bitch, push your fucking tongue inside."

Leah lifted her head up and pressed her face fully into the black ass, sticking her tongue as deep as she could. Jon rewarded each lap of her tongue with another lustful moan, and Leah almost thought she was about to make her lover cum. However, just as his groaning grew the loudest, Jon knelt back and placed his gigantic black cock at the entrance of her mouth again.

"Open wide whore. Drink my fucking piss."

Before Leah could open her mouth, a hot stream of piss hit her face, forcing her to close her eyes. Jon directed the jet of piss on her face, her forehead and finally, her hair, soaking her long brown locks with the foaming liquid. When he finally felt that she had been fully drenched, he directed the flow of urine back toward her mouth, filling it again and again, forcing Leah to gulp down copious amounts of hot pee.

Finally, the stream of urine subsided, and Leah opened one eye, only to see Jon holding his still erect member, squatting above her tits, grinning down at her. She opened her mouth wide, playfully extending her tongue, showing that not a drop of piss remained in her mouth.

"You missed a few drops," Jon said, pointing at a small pool of piss seated between her massive tits. Without thinking, Leah tapped into the remaining pee and licked off the droplets from her fingers, until none remained.

"Good girl! Now it's time to breed you. You've earned it!"