*** Recap of part 1's characters and plot at the end of the story***
"Your favorite teen snowbunny is officially Black bred [winking face]" a tweet read from the account of Kaycee Fairchild. The caption accompanied a picture of the blonde beauty on her knees in a barely-there dental floss bikini, her ass arched out with a positive pregnancy test in her mouth. She was leaning seductively on the lower body of Avon, everything above his tight boxers completely out of frame, with Kaycee adoringly gazing at the skin-tight outline of his massive cock. The tweet continued "Wanna see the end of my A10 Aryan bloodline? I filmed it just for you! [kissy-face emoji] Video coming soon! With a special mystery guest!! [heart emojis, pregnant white woman emoji, Black baby emoji]"
Within 24 hours, the tweet had accumulated over 26 million impressions 200k likes, 40k retweets and Kaycee's official twitter ballooned from about 350k to 550k followers. Kaycee was already a fairly well-known porn figure, but the concept of a porcelain-skinned blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty being impregnated on camera by a Black man piqued the interest of the internet in a way that even she didn't anticipate.
The topic became a top trending topic on Twitter immediately and became a meme almost as quickly. Meme accounts and gossip pages started posting about the story within hours. Right-wing accounts began posting single mother memes with Kaycee's face superimposed. Left-wing pages were talking about the further browning of America and how much this was going to piss off their racist uncles. The racist margins of the internet were filled with whiteboys coping about how interracial breeding was definitely just a fetish and Kaycee's video was going to be a one-time fluke. 4chan's /pol/ board became flooded with photos of Kaycee with captions like:
">Literal Aryan goddess is getting black bred on camera
>She's gonna make millions of fucking dollars and every other stacy is gonna follow suite
>It's so fucking over for us, isn't it?"
The story made its way to Facebook, bro podcasts, Reddit and Whatsapp. It became the most talked-about porn story in years, since the first Blacked scenes were released and white men lost their collective minds.
It had been two weeks since the fateful day when Avon fucked his seed into Kaycee as Cindy watched on. Cindy had to take massive doses of emergency contraception after the act to prevent herself from being impregnated by Avon's precum and narrowly avoided a pregnancy herself. Not that she didn't want Avon's baby, she wanted it more than anything. But she needed to get pregnant on her own terms. She couldn't let the humiliating memory of that day in Kaycee's hotel suite be associated with the conception of her first child.
Cindy received the $25,000 she was promised for allowing Kaycee to include her in the film. Brett lamented the idea of his gorgeous wife released publicly on video naked, irresistibly sexy and being fucked better than he could ever fuck her. But he knew that the days where she gave a shit about a single word he said were long over. The Black man not only stole his wife from him, but his dignity and respectability as a man as well.
Cindy's opinion of Brett were as negative as he had feared. Sex with Avon was better than she ever imagined a human being could feel, both physically and emotionally. She resented Brett for denying her that ecstasy for four long years, and all her loser white ex-boyfriends before him for failing her sexually in a similar vain. Countless other factors contributed to the annihilation of Cindy's opinion towards her husband: Watching him drool like an pervert over Kaycee, failing to defend her honor when Avon was using her like a fuck toy, witnessing Kaycee's superior quality of life and seeing how Brett was in comparison failing his role as a provider, and being physically dominated and forced into submission by Avon over and over again.
It wasn't lost upon either Cindy or Brett that $25,000 was just enough for IVF treatment, which could potentially allow the impotent Brett to father her children. Neither one of them even bothered to bring up this option because both of them knew that Cindy now had absolutely no interest in carrying to term the genetic material of a specimen as pathetic as Brett when Avon, superior in every way, was out there.
Instead, Kaycee spent her money on a glow-up. Hundreds of dollars of expensive lingerie, $800 fuck-me high heels, hair products and makeup that they used to use for the beauty pageants, a sexy new wardrobe full of tight dresses, low-cut shirt, skin-tight leggings and short shorts, luxury gym memberships and protein supplements to grow her booty.
She had spent the past few weeks stalking Avon's every move on social media and plotting a time and a place she could meet him to harvest a semen sample herself, this time shot directly in her womb without any interference from her jealous, scheming sister.
The perfect opportunity was right around the corner. Kaycee was traveling to New York for an adult film convention and Avon was going to be the prowl looking for premium white pussies to fill while Kaycee was working.
Brett had been attempting a glow-up of his own. Knowing that Kaycee was now miles out of his league and desperate to regain her respect, her spent every waking hour trying to become the best version of himself. Working out before and after every shift, giving it his all at work for the off chance of a promotion, improving his diet, staying away from porn and trying to initiate sex with Cindy every night. In just a couple of weeks, his clothes were fitting better, remnants of the muscle he once had were beginning to come back and his performance at work skyrocketed, earning him a chance at a huge project.
Despite his self-improvement, Cindy ceased to have any sexual attraction or feelings toward Brett completely. It was not revulsion, but rather a complete indifference towards his sexuality, and when the two were intimate, Brett was essentially used as a masturbation aid while Cindy simulated being fucked by Avon.
It was the day before Cindy would travel to New York to see Avon. Cindy made no effort to hide her obsession with the Black man or her intention to track him down in New York, fuck his brains out and have him fuck a baby into her. Even knowing this, Brett never even considered walking out on Cindy. It was just as Kaycee had said: no matter what she did or said, Cindy would always be too good for Brett, Brett was hopelessly in love and would never leave her.
Brett was unsurprised when he got home that night seeing Cindy watching interracial porn in the middle of the living room on the big screen, full-volume, making no secret or subtlety of her obsession. She was wearing nothing but a soaked-through lacy blue set of panties and a matching bra, somewhat matching the outfit of the girl in the video. She was using three fingers to pleasure herself as she watched.
There was no welcome home, no dinner made, no house cleaned. Cindy wasn't going to be Brett's house servant any more.
"Go get into your stuff, babe. I've been waiting for hours." Cindy said, not taking her eyes off the screen and continuing to slip her fingers in and out of her wetness.
Brett nodded silently and walked to the bedroom. After getting ready, he laid on the bed silently as Cindy moaned and screeched from her self-made pleasure next door. After a few minutes, he heard footsteps coming towards him.
Cindy was as ravishingly beautiful as ever despite being covered in sweat and her own pussy juices and wearing underwear soiled from an entire day of masturbation. Even with minimal makeup and no effort to look appealing to Brett, the site of her gorgeous makeup-free face, her sexy slim athletic body, and snowy pale skin left him speechless as she walked though the door.
Brett was wearing a black long-sleeve t-shirt and black tights the bed. His little cock was enclosed in a chastity cage, one that Cindy had locked him in after seeing it in a cuckold-themed pornographic video a few days earlier and not let him out since. Strapped to his lower waist right above his caged cock was a black strap-on dildo about eleven inches in height and as wide as Brett's wrist.
Cindy went over and applied the finishing touch, a gimp mask to place over Brett's head with Avon's face on it.
Cindy began to worship the Avon-sized strapon with her mouth, forcing Brett to listen to every slurping, licking, kissing and sucking sound she made on the piece of rubber as his real cock was locked up and neglected.
"Fuck, you're so big, Avon!" Cindy yelled as she arched her back and wiggled her butt in the air, imagining she was putting on a show for him as she sucked his cock.
She then turned her hips around, straddling Brett's neck with her knees while she continued to suck off the dildo.
Even through the mask, Brett could smell the heavenly aroma of Cindy's sopping-wet pussy as they hovered above him, causing his cock to twitch in the cage. It was a strong, pungent scent, an unmistakable fragrance carved into Brett's cerebral cortex, a mixture of pheromones, roses, berries, sweat, oysters, and some x-factor ingredient that just screamed pussy. It was equally humiliating and tantalizing to be so entranced by his wife's velvety opening.
In one quick movement, Cindy removed the bag from Brett's head and transferred her entire bodyweight onto her booty cheeks that she sat of Brett's face. Brett knew what to do and immediately put his tongue to work, licking and teasing every little corner of her wet pussy through the hole in his mask.
Brett's nose was squarely in the folds between Cindy's vagina and anus, and Cindy's powerful scent broadened to include not only her pussy but also the scent of her rosy, salty sweat and her asshole, which smelt both pungent and heavenly. The taste was as enchanting as the scent.
As Cindy moved her hips, Brett caught occasional glimpses of his wife's thick, sweaty ass when she occasionally moved off of his eyes. Her body was magnificent, an effortlessly perfect wonderland and one that he could never resist or walk away from. He knew he was stuck like this as long as she wanted it to be this way.
Cindy had at least two orgasms of Brett's face as replayed every scene of getting fucked by Avon in her head over and over again, with Brett's increasingly skillful cunnilingus aiding her pleasure.
Cindy climbed from sitting atop Brett's face over to the dildo strapped to his waist, in the forward-cowgirl position. Her hands pressed on Brett's increasingly muscular chest and her eyes shut closed, she lowered her pussy on the dildo imagining it belonged to the Black man.
"I love you, Avon" Cindy muttered, on the verge of yet another orgasm as she fantasized the real thing.
Brett's eyes teared up. Cindy hadn't said anything close to that about him for weeks. He could tell she meant it, even if she was just caught up in a fantasy.
