My Blac Babies

In this chapter, Vicky and Reed train more sluts and cucks. Additionally, Linda fucks Joe with her husband's permission, then goes to Club Mocha to find their own bull. This chapter contains, oral sex, lesbian sex, bisexuality, public sex, interracial sex, spanking, and discipline. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his assistance. This is a copyrighted work, which is not to be copied, changed, edited, or published anywhere without the author's express permission. ©

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My Black Babies, Ch 19

Training Black Cock Sluts

Reed and I brought his parents to LaGuardia for their flight. We hugged them before they left. I wondered what would happen as they got further away from their fantasy here in New York, and considered and talked about all they had done.

"Are you still comfortable doing what we are, Reed?"

"Yes, Mistress. I'm quite happy with my life. It's nice knowing there are other people like me out there. If I'm enjoying myself, I believe it's possible for others to enjoy this same lifestyle. We're not forcing anyone to do it. They choose to do it. I liked what you said to the three new sluts when you were showing them how to ruin my orgasm. You made it quite clear that they should stop if they don't enjoy themselves."

"I still have a somewhat hard time understanding your point of view, despite being able to take advantage of it to tease you and quean. I still get little tinges of jealousy watching other people suck your cock."

"And yet you still allow them to suck my cock, Mistress. I'm not insisting on it."

"I know you're not. But my sense of fair play says you should get something for allowing me to do this. It can't be all one sided, or it's not fair."

"Despite what you think, I don't feel it's one-sided, Mistress. I feel that you're allowing me to be your cuckold, as much as I'm allowing you to be my cuckoldress. You didn't initially want to have sex with Master. You didn't leap into this lifestyle without ensuring I was okay with it first, and even that Savannah was okay with it. You care what happens in the marriages of the others who enter this lifestyle. You asked me questions, studied the topic of cucks and hotwives, even read my porn to understand where I was coming from. I don't feel put upon. I feel you've gone out of your way to look after me, even while you tease me. You do the same with Savannah. You make sure she knows that she's important to you, even when you fuck our Master.

"Even yesterday, you treated her differently when there were others present, not like she's just your quean. It's a game played with her, not torturing her in front of others."

"I'm glad you think so. You'll tell me if you think I'm stepping across a line, won't you?"

"I'm not sure I'm capable of doing so. I get so much pleasure out of seeing you in your element. It's like sex with my father, Mistress. I didn't think I had any issue with it, but you stopped because you want to make sure that's the case, not assume we'll all get over it. You actually have a very finely tuned sense of caring how others feel. I don't worry that you're going to intentionally hurt me in a way I can't tolerate."

I kissed him. "Thank you. That makes me feel better."

Even though it was a Sunday, Alexander didn't come home. I wondered if he stayed late at Melanie's to watch the NFL football games and then spent the night with her. Reed stayed up to watch the Detroit game. When I went to bed, they were 17 points ahead. Reed slept in the guest room as we expected Alexander back. I ended up sleeping alone. I later found I'd have to test my finely tuned sense of caring, and that Detroit lost.

******

Monday turned into a busy day for me for a lot of reasons. Rory called me into his office first thing in the morning. He handed me a bag with my things in it.

"I understand these are yours?"

"Yes, sir. Did you enjoy the movie I made?"

"I did. It was quite thought provoking and quite revealing regarding something Linda never talked to me about."

"That's what she said. Too afraid to say something about something so freaky. It's a shame. Freaky is fun sometimes. May I please ask if you had some fun with her last night after Linda got home?"

"We did. Did Joseph tell her she had to keep that thing in her butt until her date?"

"Unless you took it out. It's up to you."

"Linda was pretty hot last night."

"I'm not surprised."

"Nobody touched her, right."

"Only what she asked permission for, and what she previously had permission for. You know, to touch his cock with her hand once. She did that just as she left."

"Okay. Good."

"Master made sure your instructions were followed to the letter. The only other person who touched Linda was Linda. Did you spank her?"

He nodded. "Is that something she's going to need on a regular basis?"

"Maybe. We all have our little quirks and fetishes."

Rory laughed. "I guess that's right."

"You have a lovely wife, sir."

"Did everyone see her naked?"

"Yes, sir. Naked and acting like a total slut. Everyone saw her masturbating, both with her fingers, as you saw in the video, and again as Joe fed her pizza, and with a dildo as large as my Master. We all saw everything. I think the fact that Linda had an audience made it more exciting for her."

"Just listening to you talk about it has me feeling like I need to go home and take care of things."

"Don't go home. Make her come here and sit quietly on your couch. If you need some relief, lock your door, and put her under your desk to suck your cock. Tell her that whatever she spills will stay on her face and clothes until you send her home."

He smiled. "Get out. I have a phone call to make."

"Yes, sir."

The next hour saw me getting two more phone calls, from Paula and Connie. Connie called first and informed me that she was pregnant. I looked at my fertility list and realized it was time.

"Make a little hand written sign saying 'Black Baby On Board', and take a picture of yourself. Have Everett in the picture with one hand over your bare stomach, and the other hand holding your positive pregnancy test, and with the sign covering your naked breasts, send it to me. I'll send it out to our audience."

"That should be provoking."

"Exactly."

Not five minutes later, Paula called me and told me the same thing, "I'm pregnant."

"Is Ed at work? Does he know yet?"

"Yes, and not yet. To be honest, I'm a little afraid to tell him. This just got real. It was like a dream before, but we're going to have a biracial baby."

"You have to tell him. It is real, and he needs to know. You're going to keep it, right?"

"Yeah. There's no question of that. I'd raise it alone if I had to, but I'm having this baby."

"Look. He signed onto this as much as you did, even to the point of watching you get fucked in public. I'm guessing he'll be as jumpy as you feel, but still sort of excited you're having it. I wouldn't be surprised if he wanted to fuck you as soon as he heard the news."

"I hope so."

"This is what I need you to do. Make a little sign that says 'Black Baby On Board'. When Ed gets home from work, you need to take a selfie with both you and Ed in the picture. Have Ed stand behind you with his hand on your stomach. You hold the sign up to cover your bare tits and the pregnancy stick showing you're knocked up and shoot the picture and text it to me to send out to our audience."

"Okay. I'll do that."

Two down, seven to go. I group texted Jackie and Yvette and told them that Yvette should come home this weekend and they should take pregnancy tests together and let me know the results.

If you're both pregnant, I want a photo of both of you, topless, Frank standing behind you with his hand over your stomach and the positive pregnancy test in the other hand, and your hand over Yvette's belly. Both ladies to hold up a sign over your bare breasts saying 'Black Baby On Board'. Yvette's other hand will be holding up her positive test. I'll send the text out to our audience.

Fifteen minutes later, Yvette texted back.

I've got a better idea. Marco will come home with me, and we'll have him standing between me and Mom, with a hand on our tummies. He'll be naked, but Mom and I will each be holding his black cock in one of our hands, covering most of it. Dad will be kneeling in front of us holding up the two pregnancy tests. We'll be holding up the signs to cover our breasts.

That is a better idea. I'll let Connie know she needs to get Andre in her picture.

The movie is almost done with the editing. We should be finished by Thursday or Friday, and we'll bring it with us. You can check it out and let Club Mocha know it's available for showing.

Great.

Actually, Marnie might be able to take a pregnancy test this weekend as well, so I texted Andre, Richard and Marnie they might want to check this weekend and take a similar photo.

Has Toni been there for her breeding?

Richard answered.

Every day. She quit work and has been spending the nights. Andre is making sure she gets every dose of sperm he can deliver. The others have been coming by. Marco hit her up on Saturday and Sunday before going back to School. She'll be pregnant, I'm sure.

Do you hope Marnie's will be yours or Andre's.

It doesn't matter to me. I think Marnie is hoping it's Andre's so he has a kid of his own to crow about.

I do.

Marnie texted in.

The child will be loved by all regardless, but I want Master to have his own.

Andre chimed in.

I've got a family regardless. I'll be happy either way.

Love and best wishes to all.

That was nice. I'd love living next to them.

Then I got unfortunate news. Our realtor said they wanted to have an open house this Saturday. The trainees were scheduled to come on Saturday. It wasn't insurmountable. Joe's place was out because of the kids, but we could use Alexander's place.

I called him at work. "The Realtor wants to have an open house on Saturday. Can we use your house for training the new sluts, sir?"

"I'm sorry, I can't. I asked Melanie to marry me last night. She's expressed concern about all of my relationships. I'm trying to show her I won't cheat on her like Jacob did. I'll be picking up my stuff from your house tonight. I was just about to tell Reed."

I knew it was likely to happen. Still, I was disappointed.

"I understand, sir. Did she think you'd be seeing the others for random booty calls?"

"I guess that's her concern. She's getting really sensitive about her size now that she's getting big. She imagines everyone looks better than she does. She feels insecure."

"I understand completely. Would you mind if I talked to her, sir?"

"To say what?"

"Partly, it's so she can see how pregnant I am, and that I'm really not skinny competition for your dick, and also try to set her mind at ease about any of the others you've been boffing. Connie and Paula have already informed me they're pregnant. The competition is all going to be as fat as she is in no time."

"Do you think it would help?"

"I doubt it would hurt, and that would be my only concern."

"Sure, give it a shot."

"Thank you, sir."

I called Melanie. "Hey, Melanie, it's Vicky, could we meet for lunch today?"

"You heard that Alexander is moving out and you don't want him to, do you?"

"Melanie, I've known this was coming for a couple of months. Alexander told me, no us, as soon as he knew he'd developed feelings for you, that he might need to end our association. I'm not surprised, nor upset. I think you misunderstand our relationship, which is what I wanted to talk to you about. I have every expectation that Alexander would be an excellent husband and would remain totally faithful to you if you married him. I wanted to give you more information to put your mind at ease and allow you to marry him without any reservations. Will you meet with me."

"I guess."

"Really, you don't have to worry about Alexander. I'm working today, can you meet in Manhattan?"

"Sure. Where."

"Our offices are south of Central Park. Anywhere near there?"

"The Grill room at the Ritz again?"

"Sure. I'll meet you at 12:30."

At 11 AM I swung by Rory's office. I knocked politely outside.

"Come in," Rory said.

I entered and I saw a pair woman's shoes at the bottom of his desk, just the shoes, and the end of the raccoon tail that had been in Linda's ass, everything else being hidden. Rory had a very pleased expression on his face.

"Sir, I wanted you to know that I'm meeting Mrs. Astor for lunch and I might be gone longer than usual."

"In regards to what, might I ask."

"She's entertaining an offer of marriage and has some concerns that I wish to allay."

I heard a gurgle under the desk, and Rory put his hand into his lap, or more precisely, probably on top of the head in his lap.

"Really?"

"Yes, sir. I suppose you should know, but Melanie is pregnant, and I imagine she'd like her baby to have a father."

"Not Jacob's then?"

"No, sir. It's not. Someone who will be more faithful than Jacob."

"Anyone I know?"

"One of the unmarried men from the show, sir."

"And he'll be more faithful?"

"Yes, sir. As long as he was single, he felt he could do anything other single men did, but if he gets married, he'll adjust his behavior. He would never do anything without the knowledge and consent of his wife."

I could tell from the expressions on Rory's face and the tension in his body, he was about to cum.

I waited until he was right on the cusp, then said, "Good morning, Linda. It's good not to see you again."

Her head must have shot up, because she banged her head on the bottom of the desk, and Rory put both of his hands on something on his lap and pushed down, while groaning.

When it seemed his orgasm was essentially over, I said to him, "How much cum is Linda going to have to wear on her face the rest of the afternoon?"

Rory laughed and looked down. "A fair amount."

"I'm sure she'll be mortified to sit in your office with your gift all over her face."

Chuckling, Rory said, "That was fortuitous timing."

"Nothing fortuitous about it. I carefully timed that comment. If a slut like me doesn't recognize when a man is about to cum, no one can."

"You will sit in my office with that cum on your face, won't you, Linda?"

"Yes, sir." From under the desk.

"Why didn't I know what a slut you were? Get out and have a seat."

Linda crawled out from the desk well and sat on his couch, two or three splats of cum running from the bridge of her nose to her chin. Her skirt was on the short side and her tail stuck out. She tried to tuck it between her legs. She sat quietly, and as small as possible, trying not to draw attention to herself.

I walked up to her and gathered a couple fingers full of spunk off her face and sucked it into my mouth. I'm sure I shocked Rory by doing something like that. I got about half of it so it wouldn't be quite so obvious.

"Sir, I suspect that most husbands are afraid to treat their wife like a slut, something some of us might very well enjoy. We might enjoy getting our bare asses smacked, or masturbating for a room full of people, but we temper those impulses because we're afraid our husbands might be mortified by such behavior. Nor do the husbands wish to admit they might like nothing more than to turn our asses red, or cum all over our faces in his office.

"It takes someone who has no vested interest in the status quo who can push us into our slutty selves. Someone who doesn't have to respect our feelings, or for whom he doesn't have a loving relationship, who can behave in such a manner as to unlock our inner slut.

"My husband could never have turned me into a slut. He could never have conceived of doing any of the things my Master did to release my slut. Master was just breeding me for money. He was willing to push and see how far I was willing to go. Turned out I was willing to go pretty far. You might want to start drinking a half cup of pineapple juice every morning. It's sweetness lingers in your semen and makes it much sweeter for a slut like Linda to swallow and enjoy."

"A good tip for slutty wives, then."

"Yes, sir. Say, 'thank you, Mistress'," I said to Linda.

She looked at me for a few seconds. "Thank you, Mistress." She had a small smile on her face.

"I strongly suspect Linda would like to lick a pussy, sir. When asked on Saturday, she never objected. She's probably curious. You may wish to play with that a bit. Just make sure it's someone who's clean, and preferably with a pussy full of cum."

Rory laughed. "The things I've started to learn about my wife after thirty-seven years of marriage. You want to volunteer for the job?"

"Not while I'm an employee. Anyway, you should take it slow. One day at a time. Gives you both a chance to process what you're doing. You've got a date with Joe this weekend. What day?"

"Friday."

"That's right, he has a date with another slut on Saturday."

"You?"

"Another new slut, married. Her name is Candy. She's undergoing slut training and she's going on a date with Joe while her husband does whatever Joe's wife wants, from clean her house to lick her pussy all night long. She's going to become another white breeding slut for black dick."

"Isn't Joe afraid that his wife would have sex with him."

"He's locked in a cock cage that only Joe has the key to. The most he gets to do is lick her. She gets something from Joe fucking white sluts that way. I'll leave you to whatever."

I could walk to the Ritz-Carlton in fifteen minutes, so left at a quarter after noon, seeing Melanie as she was standing at the hostess station.

"I'm here," I said from behind her.

She was roughly six weeks behind me pregnancy wise. She was shocked to see I was so much bigger than she was.

We had a seat and ordered food. Then it was time to get down to business.

"I'm not sure how much I told you about why I was having sex with black men and why I'm carrying a black child like you are."

"Very little. I think you said your husband was infertile and he paid Joe to inseminate you."

"Yes. All true, but there was a motivating factor for why Reed chose Joe to breed me instead of going with a white sperm donor. Reed's first serious girlfriend was named Ashley, and she was in her senior year in high school when Reed went to college. Reed shared a dorm room with a black athlete that was well endowed. His girlfriend would visit him on some weekends. Apparently, the jock wasn't shy about exposing himself, and the girlfriend apparently was enamored with this huge cock so much bigger than her boyfriend. One day Reed came back from a class and she was fucking the jock. He was extremely pissed and broke up with her, but then she started showing up on the weekends to fuck the roommate.

"Reed saw them fucking almost every weekend for his freshman year, and became very aroused to see this white slut getting fucked by big black cock every week. She eventually became pregnant with the roommate's child because he didn't like using condoms, and she wasn't careful enough using her birth control. From then on, Reed was fascinated with interracial porn that included big dicked dudes knocking up white women. This was stuck in his psyche, so when Reed found out he was infertile, he immediately picked Joe to do the job he couldn't.

"After I found out about Reed's cuckold fetish, I asked to see and read some of his favorite porn, five movies and five stories. One of the pieces I saw was about a white man who worked for a black boss who started fucking his wife, and he couldn't do anything because he'd lose his job if he protested. I knew Reed had a black boss at work, Alexander, and after finding out that he was divorced, started having sex with him to match Reed's porn. It was more humiliating for Reed, because every day he went to work, he'd see the boss he knew was fucking his wife. That's how I got involved with Alexander."