My Blac Babies

In this chapter, Vicky convinces two white sluts to put on black breeding shows for an audience to drive more business for Joe. One is Penny, who's now engaged, the other is Toni, the waitress. During the second breeding, Frank and Jackie decide that she can be black bred. This chapter contains oral sex, interracial sex, anal sex, group sex, public sex, pregnancy risk, and cuckolding. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial work in making this better fiction. Copyright ©

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2024

My Black Babies, Ch 9

Two Breeding Parties

I was surprised as hell when Penny grabbed me as soon as I arrived at work and flashed this big rock at me.

"Whoa, girl! What happened?"

"You'll never believe what happened, Vicky. Last night, I told Spencer about what you wanted to do, you know, hold that breeding party to attract breeders. I asked him if I could participate. He asked me, 'Do you still care for me, Penny?' I said, 'Of course, Spencer. I don't just care for you, I love you. That wouldn't change just because I wanted to fuck Joe again. It's just sex when I fuck him. I make love to you.' He started crying, he was so relieved.

"'What's wrong, Spencer. Why are you so upset?' He said, 'I thought you'd never marry me after sampling a big black cock.' I laughed and said, 'You fucked me seven times over the next couple days, Spencer. We usually don't have that much sex. It was nice having Joe fuck me just so you'd pay that much attention to me. I enjoyed everything that happened as a result of what you let me do; the sex with Joe, and the sex with you afterward was special.' Then he got down on his knees and pulled out this ring. 'Penny, would you marry me. If you do, I'll let you fuck Joe again.' I laughed at him and said, 'I'd marry you even if you didn't let Joe fuck me again.' He put the ring on my finger, then kissed hell out of me."

"Wow. That was sweet."

"It gets better. He dragged me into the bedroom and we fucked like rabbits. We finally took a little break, exhausted. Then he said, 'If you want Joe to breed a black baby into you, I'll pay for it.' I was totally stunned. It was almost like Reed, except as far as I know, Spencer isn't infertile. He'd just let me breed with Joe."

"Doesn't he even want the chance to have a baby with you?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. I was too flabbergasted to ask. Plus, we had sex again I was so turned on. After we had sex again, he told me I could throw my birth control pills away. If I had sex with Joe at your breeding party, there's a chance that I'd end up pregnant."

"Not that big of a chance if you just stopped taking your pills now." I thought about it for a few seconds. "Let me have Spencer's phone number, and then tell him I'm going to call him at lunch time."

"What do you want to say to him?"

"I want to find out if he'd be willing to be in the show with you."

"Doing what?"

"Licking Joe's cum out of you, then fucking your slutty cunt to see if he can breed his baby into you, when confronted by the fact that Joe will be planting his cum far deeper in you than Spencer can. I think if he does that, Joe might be able to discount your breeding fee. Let me check with Joe and see if Friday or Saturday would be the better night for him."

"Wow. You're doing it to me again. I'm wet."

I sent texts to Alexander and Joe, asking if I could use Alexander's house for a breeding party, and asking Joe which evening would work better for him to breed a white slut, Friday or Saturday night.

Alexander answered either day would work for using his place, though he'd want our help getting it ready. Joe said Saturday would work better for him.

Am I getting paid for this breeding?

Yes, but I'd like you to give a fifty percent discount.

Who am I breeding, and why 50%?

Penny, and for her fiancé if he participates.

Her fiancé?

Spencer proposed last night, and said he'd pay for her breeding. I want him to join in at her breeding party, licking out your cum and then trying to fuck her in competition to your obviously superior cock. She just went off birth control, so she'd probably need to be fully bred in the future, but I'm thinking the example for other cuckold personalities may push them one way or the other. If he doesn't participate, you'll get full price. For those who can't come this weekend, we have another possible show with Toni, or even Penny again if she doesn't catch this weekend, which I seriously doubt she would. I don't even know where she is in her breeding cycle. We'll give all of our watchers a choice of two dates. Some might even come to watch twice, which increases the possible income stream.

I should put you in charge of my business.

Something for me to do once I quit my job here.

LOL

Later, Master. You might want to start floating the idea to your potential breeders.

Savannah will be frothing.

She should.

That's the way we left it. I notified Reed and told him to start talking up the breeding party at work for a thousand per person to watch. It was on for this Saturday, and to say if there were people who couldn't come on Saturday, he could offer another future date, details forthcoming.

I got two more calls before lunch, one surprising me, one not. The unsurprising one was Toni telling me she'd gotten her medical tests done but she wouldn't have all the results for a week.

"That fits in with my plans. Have you thought about having an audience and getting paid for it?"

"I have. I guess I'd be willing to do it."

"Can you get off the Friday or Saturday night after you get your results?"

"I can switch with someone. Friday and Saturday are preferred nights because of the extra business, so I'm sure I won't have a problem with someone taking my shift. I hate giving it up for that reason."

"How often do you make five to six thousand in a night?"

"Never. I've never made that in a week."

"You won't miss it much then, will you?"

"I guess not," Toni laughed.

"Tell me which day you get switched with. I need to start notifying possible watchers, including your faithless ex."

"I should know by the end of my shift tonight."

"Keep me posted."

The surprising phone call was from Melanie Astor. "How can I help you, Mrs. Astor?"

"They brought Jacob home from the hospital today."

"Has he recovered?"

"No, but he's not on a ventilator anymore either. He's still comatose, but breathing on his own. They said he could come home, and it would be cheaper than the hospital. They have a nurse coming over a couple times a day to check on him, make sure he doesn't get bed sores, change his diapers, that sort of thing."

"What do you need from me?" I asked.

"Could you help me get in touch with the older gentleman of the two who had sex with me?"

"I can, if you tell me why you need him?"

"It's a little embarrassing."

"Nothing is too embarrassing for me," I laughed. "You can't begin to imagine the stuff I've done the past week."

"Well, despite my husband being a horn dog who apparently couldn't leave any woman untouched, he still managed to have sex with me two to three times a week. He wasn't horrible at sex either. Since Jacob went to the hospital, I've been with him there, and haven't had sex for much longer than I'm used to. I was hoping the single fellow could show me a good time."

"I'm sure Alexander would love to hear from you and make your problems disappear, Melanie. I'll text you his phone number. He's at work now, but I'm sure he'll be free this evening."

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it. It might take a few minutes. I'm in the middle of something."

Interesting. I called Alexander to tell him to expect a call from Melanie Astor. "She's expecting a booty call," I said.

"Why not Joe?"

"She wanted the single guy. She knows Joe is married. She's used to regular sex and hasn't been getting any. As long as Jacob's in a coma, she could be a regular. I'm sending her your number. Just wanted you to know first."

"Great."

I texted Melanie his phone number.

There was one more thing I needed to do. I called Brenda and Terry in a conference call.

"Hey, ladies," I said.

"What do you want, skank?" Terry said. "We'll call you if we want our husbands fucking you."

"That's not why I'm calling. I'm inviting you, and perhaps your husbands, to witness my black Master breed a white slut this coming Saturday, while her fiancé watches, and perhaps participates, in her breeding."

"Who does that and why do you think we'd be interested in it?" Brenda asked.

"Well, as Joe's wife stated to me, there were plenty of white slave owners who forced themselves on black slaves, so one reason you might be interested, is to witness the opposite. Some well hung black stud impregnating a white slut. That's the first thing. The second thing is, that there will probably be a number of other rich white folks paying a thousand dollars a pop to witness this woman be bred, and could be considering the same thing for themselves. Having your handsome, well dressed, intelligent, black husbands mingling with the white crowd, might lead to those rich white folks to consider paying someone else to breed their white wives at twenty thousand a pop.

"Joe's ten inch dick might scare some of those frail white ladies off, but a nice black dick of say, eight or so inches, might be of interest to a white slut not prepared for a really huge black dick."

"You're fucking kidding me?" Terry said.

"My husband paid twenty thousand to have me bred. The money is there. Do you know there's a club here in Manhattan, where white women go to fuck big, black cocks in a clean, safe environment, and their husbands, fiancés and boyfriends go to watch. White women being fucked by black cocks is a thing. If you let your husbands operate like Joe, they could bring in some extra scratch. You could help control it. Make sure the white women are clean, healthy, and rich enough to pay for your husband's sperm. This gives you the opportunity to see what that's like. If you can't make this one, there might be another next week. If you're not interested, I understand, but I thought you might like to know."

"Are all white people as crazy as you?" Brenda asked.

"Do you think it was white people, or black people, that invented the meme that once you go black, you never go back. I'm thinking, it was white sluts like me, not black women like you. Does that make me crazy? Crazy for black cock, maybe, but not mentally incompetent. Why not profit from the myth? If your husbands fucked five white women a year and knocked them up, that's a hundred thousand more dollars of income. You help your husbands set the rules, so you feel somewhat safe. One baby per slut. Only fuck for money, not fun. No black sisters, only white sluts. You giving them permission for a little on the side means they have less reason to stray, because they have understanding wives. Think it over and if you're interested, call me and I'll send you the address. I'll be putting out the word to some of the richer married men here where your husbands work."

"Damn, woman. You are fucking batshit," Terry said.

"Maybe, but the whole reason we're putting on this show is to get Joe more business. He's got people interested, but they're still a little hesitant. We're hoping that watching a white slut surrendering to a big, black cock begging to be fucked, begging to be bred, will be the incentive they need to cross that line."

"We'll think about it," Brenda said.

"Have a nice day."

******

I quietly put out word to several of the office gossips that there would be a white woman being bred by a big, black cock this Saturday to get a buzz going. Naturally, Abraham and Roland got the news through the grapevine and came to see me.

"Are you getting fucked?" Abraham asked me.

"I'm already pregnant with a black baby. I can't get bred."

"But you know about it."

"I know about it. You won't get invited unless your wives agree. I've talked to them about it."

"Why would you talk to them about it?" Roland asked.

"I suggested to them that you might put yourselves out there as possible white slut breeders at twenty grand a pop. Some rich white people will be at the breeding evaluating Joe as a possible stud for their women. Let's face it, a ten inch cock may be too intimidating for some people. You're both handsome, well spoken, intelligent men who could produce good looking, smart children. You could be there as possible alternatives, but obviously, only if your wives agreed."

"You'd want us walking around naked?" Abe asked.

"No. Suits and ties, looking professional. They might get to view the goods, but only upon a small charge for your time. Your wives would supervise to ensure no hanky-panky took place. You don't fuck white women for fun, only for breeding purposes."

"There's no way they're considering this, are they?" Abe asked. "Terry must have told you that you were nuts."

"Batshit crazy, was the term she used, but they do seem to be thinking about it. Five white slut breedings a year is another 100 grand in the bank. Even your wives like money. Obviously, they'd want rules in place."

The two men looked at each other. "A hundred dollars says they'll never agree," Abe said.

"I won't take that bet. I have a hard time imagining they'd go along with it."

"I don't know about the breeding part," I said, "but I bet your wives attend the breeding to see how it works. A hundred dollars on that."

Abe said, "I'll take that bet."

"Done. How about you, Roland?" I asked.

"I don't know, they might go. They might not bring us with, but they might go. I could see Brenda being curious enough to attend."

"So there you have it, men. That's the story."

They shook their heads and moved off. All in all, a productive day.

******

At lunch, I called Spencer.

"Congratulations on your engagement, Spencer."

"Thank you. What can I do for you?"

"How would you like to get Joe's breeding services at half price."

"I'd be interested. I'm well off, but twenty thousand is a huge chunk of change."

"Could you do what you did on Friday night in front of a lot more people?"

"All of it? It's pretty embarrassing."

"I know. That's why you'd get a 50% reduction. Undress Penny and present her to Joe for her breeding. I guess you could skip the cum licking, but you'd have to fuck her after Joe's cum in her, each and every time, like you're trying to compete with him for her baby, even knowing you have little chance of anything but a black baby being bred into her."

"Why, exactly?"

"The men who'll be watching, some of them will be there because they've had the same fantasies that you've had. By playing into those fantasies, we might be able to attract more breeding jobs for Joe. If he gets more work out of this show, it's worth the loss of income to him. The way we're going to present this, is you foolishly allowed your fiancée to have sex with a big, black stud, and now she wants sex with him all the time, including having a child with him. However, you're being given a chance to compete for the child she has, even if it's a limited chance.

"Now, Penny probably won't get pregnant, even if she's fertile at the moment, because her birth control hormones are still flooding her body, and when you do pay for Joe to breed her, it should be after she's been off for at least two months. This means that after this weekend, if you really want Joe to breed her, you'll probably need to start using condoms. If you want unprotected sex, it will have to be anal or oral."

"Could I get Joe to fuck her without him knocking her up?"

"You know Joe is married. Do you think his wife wants Joe to fuck other women without getting paid for it?"

"I guess not. I could pay him to fuck her without getting her pregnant."

"That's prostitution, Spencer. Fucking for money is illegal. Fucking for babies isn't. You're asking Joe to risk being charged as a prostitute. He's not a prostitute. You can change your mind about him breeding her, and we might be able to introduce you to a club in Manhattan where white men go to watch their women get fucked by clean black men in a safe environment. You pay for club membership, but you can't fuck anyone there. It's safe. All of the men are checked out first. My husband watched me fuck 23 men there one night. They were charged $20 apiece, and the money went to charity, so I wasn't a prostitute. If you're going to chance Penny getting pregnant with a black lover though, why not pick the best?"

"I guess."

"No one is forcing you to do anything here, Spencer. You decide where this is going to go. You don't have to tell me your decision now. I'll need to know as soon as you arrive, how you want to proceed."

"I'll think about it."

******

As expected, Alexander left after supper to take care of Melanie. I let Reed put on his harness and fuck me with the 'Robert' dildo. Since Alexander had his key, he couldn't get relief himself, but did get to partake of my charms, including licking me to several orgasms after he'd fucked me. I let him stay in bed with me until eleven, but had him go to his room then in case Alexander came back tonight.

Alexander did slip into bed around midnight.

"How are you, sir?" I asked sleepily as he curled around me.

"Drained. Melanie was insatiable. We fucked four times. The weirdest fucking thing happened though."

"What, sir?"

"When I first got to her house, Melanie showed me her comatose husband. He was like totally dead to the world, doing nothing more than breathing. Anyway, I was feeling frisky right off the bat and started kissing her and removing her clothes, right there in his room, and his heart rate starts spiking, like bells and whistles going off on his monitor. She rushes to his bedside, thinking something is going on, maybe he's waking up, and he returns to normal. So we start fooling around again, and he goes off once more. So we stop and she checks him out. Back to normal. I swear, every time we started fooling around, it seemed like he was trying to wake up, but when we stopped, he returned to normal. The weirdest damn thing I've ever seen.

"We finally went to her bedroom to fuck, and everything was normal, but just before I left, we went back to his room. She was still naked from our sex, and we started kissing again, and it happened once more. I think that even though he's in a coma, he somehow knows I'm in the room, fucking with his wife, and it gets him revved up. Strange shit."

"That is odd. Do you have any juice left for me?"

"Nope. Totally drained."

"I forgot to ask for Reed's key, sir. He fucked and licked me to several orgasms, but he didn't get relief himself. We might want to reward him tomorrow, sir."

"We'll let him paint your face again tomorrow night."

"Thank you, sir. Good night."

"Good night, slut."

******

Penny cornered me as soon as I arrived. "Spencer is going to do it. He's going to participate."

"That's nice. I know it's going to be hard for him."

"I told him I was really proud of him."

Savannah called me at work mid-morning.

"Joe told me what you have planned for this Saturday, Mistress. Will you let me attend Penny's breeding?"

"Of course, quean."

"You aren't going to embarrass me in front of a bunch of other people, are you, Mistress?"

"If I did, how does that make you feel, quean?"

"Scared, Mistress."

I laughed. "I'm inclined not to expose you for the white pussy loving slut you are and allow you to be the black goddess you wish you were," I said. "I have something else planned for you."

"What, Mistress?"

"I think you can leave the 'Quean' off your collar, but you'll still wear the anklet, and you can dress to cover it. I'm going to be serving drinks naked to the people who show up. You can lead me around on my leash while I'm acting as a serving girl. You may reprimand any of the white people that try to touch me, since I'm black only, and allow any black people to fondle me as they want. You'll enforce your husband's provision that I'm a slut for black dick only. You will only be exposed as my cuckquean to women who your husband breeds. I think your husband would be upset if I treated you like the slut you are in front of a bunch of strangers. How does that sound to you?"