I don't know how long I was out when I finally stirred. I rolled over under the covers and pressed my face into the pillows. The thug's heavy aroma filled my nose immediately, and I breathed in deep. This time I felt no guilt about it.
The deep warming feeling in my lower belly ignited again as I thought about that morning. My legs crept up until I knelt; face buried in the musky pillow and inhaling deeply. My hand slid down my abdomen as I pictured my latest adultery: Two men watching me getting fucked while my husband talked to his 'friend' just an arm's length away. My quivering hand cupped my mound and rubbed. The creamy remnants of the thug's last breeding started oozing out, still warm and thick. My finger pushed the slowly seeping load back in. I felt a flutter in my stomach knowing I would be carrying the thug's black baby.
My orgasm started building when the thug's return startled me. I did not hear him walk into the bedroom; he gave my raised bare apple bottom a hard smack. I yelped and fell onto my back as he looked down at me.
"Whatcha thinkin' 'bout whitebread?" he said, his eyes roving over my body.
I looked up at him dreamily, my legs splayed wide and tangled in the sheets we'd torn up before. "Oh not much," I said batting my eyes, "Just thinking about what I was going to name our baby," I answered with a little grin, rubbing my flat white stomach.
He chuckled just once with that evil smirk, his dark cock pulsing back to life, "Ya means yo baby, whitebread."
I rose and ran my hands down his naked chest before turning his back to the bed. I pushed him and he fell onto the bed, relaxed and waiting. His dark lips curled as I kissed the head of his love tool, "No, I mean our baby. The baby you've put in my married white tummy..."
He frowned as I crawled up and straddled his thighs. As I wrapped his cock in my left hand he said, "Ya had the choice to leave and ya didn't. Dat makes it yo black baby, not mine."
I twisted my hand, stroking his cock along my bare pussy. The glimmer of my wedding ring against his night-black member caused my womb to warm even further. A flutter in my pussy reminded me where he had been cumming all this time. "You came in me knowing I was fertile. That makes it our baby," I said, bending down to kiss his chest. I knew it wouldn't work but I had to try.
He gave me an evil stare as he growled, "Don't even try dat bullshit. Yo a ho for black cum. Ya don't care iff'n ya gets knocked up, yo married white pussy just wants it's dark chocolate fillin'."
That comment stung, but after all the truth hurts. I lifted my ass and aligned his African lance with my snatch. Sliding down its length the empty feeling between my legs disappeared. Leaning forward with my hands on his oily dark chest I gyrated my hips, slowly grinding so his pubic hairs would tease my little pink pearl.
"Ooooh!" I moaned, "You made me a whore, and I hate you for that."
His hands shot up to my breasts pinching and twisting my nipples hard, "Ya was born a ho. Yo were jus' too stupid ta realize dat till now. Now ya knows ya role as a breedin' bitch for the black race."
A jolt of excitement and lust shot up my spine, "Nooo, I want to be your breeding bitch, just yours. Give me your black babies - as many as you can knock me up with!
Ohhh
, not the black race, just you!" An orgasm was quickly approaching, "Ooooh shit! Please, make me your breeding bitch."
I started posting faster as he barked, "Iff'n ya wants ta be my breedin' bitch, ya breed with whichever brotha I tells ya to!" He yanked me down onto his chest and bit my pale neck, marking me as a black man's property again.
I couldn't escape the demands of this thug. They made me wet. Whatever he said, he had me doing whatever he wanted. When he finally released my neck, I moved my face over his lips. My lips brushed along his as I moaned breathlessly, "Okay," before my tongue shot into his mouth.
His tongue danced with mine until I was gasping for breath. He hadn't stopped fucking me the whole time, spearing up into my pale tightness. When my orgasm shot through me I straightened up and wailed. I saw myself in the full length mirrors across the room.
"
Was he right? Did I always want this?
" I thought. My pale thighs straddled and quivered on either side of his onyx trunk, my pink pussy lips hugging the base of his ebony staff as it buried itself inside me. His black hands gripped onto my hips, not letting go, as my snatch gushed and ground against him.
His African mamba started spewing its venom deep inside me, and right then I knew he was right. I tilted my head back and heard myself moan, "
Aaaah
... I'm a breeding bitch for the black race." I watched my body shiver and cum, my ass flat on his oily thighs to take every drop of his African seed.
I shivered harder when I counted the pulses of his magnificent onyx weapon. Fifteen powerful jerks pumped millions of dark potent sperm into my lily womb. I knew I would never have my husband's baby. My life as a faithful wife and lover was over. I would never deny a black man access to my bare white pussy. The thought of unprotected sex and the consequences, the interracial baby that would grow inside my Caucasian womb to forever darken my white lineage brought my mind and body to euphoria. The pleasure swirled and muddled my thinking, and my only coherent thought exclaimed,
"This is what I was born for."
Once my vagina finished milking every spurt of the thug's seed out, I fell faint. Stars danced across the darkening ceiling, and falling off to the side I faded out again.
The thug was gone by the time I awoke and rolled over. Feeling the delicious sting in my pussy and his smoldering load inside my lower belly, my hand trailed to my cummy mound. I was a mess, again. Gingerly I scooped up a large glob of semen trailing from my well-stretched pussy. Bringing my hand up above my face, the glimmer of my wedding ring had my thighs squeezing tight.
I admired the thick creamy dollop oozing down my fingers. I watched the glob run over my ring, another man's fertile jizz slowly snuffing out its glimmer. When it finally covered my wedding band I slipped my finger into my mouth and savored the flavor of our comingled juices. Bitter, but I licked it clean.
After some time I rolled out of bed and went downstairs. I didn't bother with a robe this time. The thug sat at the kitchen table drinking lemonade. "So," he said, casting an eye back at me, "Ya finally figure out yo role in life, whitebred?"
I stood there meekly, arms wrapped around each other hands clasped standing on one foot while the other rubbed my calf, "Yes sir," I answered shyly.
He took a sip of lemonade leering my way, "Go on, don't keep me waitin'."
