The Donor 03

Kaycee's long-awaited video dropped on February 1st, the first day of Black history month. The most anticipated pornographic video in years, there was weeks of buzz leading up to that date with people wondering whether the video would be any good, if the porn superstar was actually going to get impregnated on camera, and who the teased mystery guest would be.

At exactly 2:00 p.m., the video dropped in its entirety on Twitter for 2 hours. The first scene in the 72-minute video was a shot of Kaycee going to the doctor and getting her IUD removed, along with a comprehensive physical exam and bloodwork that showed perfect fertility. Next was some footage of Kaycee entering her data into a fertility tracker and confirmation from the app that she was indeed going to be fucked on an ovulation day. She then read out some text messages between herself and the former Miss United States finalist, her sister Cindy Fairchild. A traveling scene followed, in which the porn superstar and her boy toy traveled from her luxury flat in Miami to the cold city of Boston in her cherry red Lambo to the airport, then a private plane, and finally chauffeured ride in a limo until she reached the opulent hotel where the deed was done.

Viewers were then treated to scene of Cindy's arrival and the threesome between Avon and the sisters with Brett watching helplessly from the sidelines. They got to see Avon switching at the last minute from Cindy's cunt to Kaycee's, and saw as Cindy worshiped her sister's ass while Avon emptied his balls inside the verifiably fertile pussy of Kaycee Fairchild. There was a brief epilogue taken a few days after the sex portion of which showed Kaycee peeing into an at home pregnancy test, with two solid bars appearing almost immediately. A final clip from several days later displayed a phone conversation between Kaycee and her OB/Gyn from earlier in the video, in which the doctor stated that the beauty's HCG levels were off the charts and she was likely carrying twins at the very least.

The video went immediately viral and racked up several million views in the first 2 hours, after which Kaycee promptly deleted the video from free public consumption. She then urged her followers to purchase the entire video on her OnlyFans profile.

She hired a small army of tech geeks to scrub any instances of the full video from the free porn sites for the next several days. She wanted to make sure that anyone who wanted to jerk off to her sexy body being filled with a little Black warrior would need to pay good money for that privilege. For several days the video was completely inaccessible on torrent sites and popular porn pirate sites, and the only way to see the video was to pay Kaycee $ 19.99 and watch it on her OF

Almost immediately, Cindy and Brett were being recognized as the new guests from the instant classic porn film. Cindy was getting stares and lustful gazes in public, people online were spreading her old modeling photos and swimsuit photos from her beauty queen days, she was getting thousands of new followers on her social media accounts every hour.

Meanwhile, Brett was being met with humiliation and ridicule. Kaycee did him the courtesy of blurring most of his face out, but everyone that he knew in real life, knew that he was married to Cindy and he was obviously the cuck in the video. Coworkers stared at him with pity and disgust from across the room. Old friends were blocking him on social media and deleting any photos that might have contained him. He was quickly becoming a meme as a symbol of cuckoldry and white male mediocrity. No one wanted to admit knowing him. He was becoming a pariah as much as she was becoming a celebrity.

Kaycee, meanwhile, was completely unbothered. When the video dropped, She was sunbathing naked on a private boat owned by one of her rich benefactors, listening to a dorky book on audio and sipping on alcohol-free champagne with a pussy full of Avon's cum. Avon had just spent 45 minutes rearranging her guts, and was now nude in the boat's galley raiding the top shelf of the bar. She was able to outsource almost every facet of her porn empire to a crew of about a dozen simps that she paid next to nothing, who did all the work for her. They replied to all of the comments and paid messages on her OF posing as her, they reported copyright violations whenever one of them found her work on free porn sites, they promoted her OF on her social media profiles.

At 4:00 p.m., Brett was called into the executive office space for an urgent meeting. Mr. Murphy, one of the senior partners at the firm, several rungs above Brett. He was waiting for him along with Brett's manager and direct supervisor. Mr. Murphy was looking furious.

Brett could barely speak, mentally debilitated from the stress of knowing that his wife didn't respect him, his friends were all disowning him, and he was becoming a national joke. He simply sat down on the chair in front of the three big wigs with dead eyes and his head sunken.

Mr. Murphy immediately spoke. He was a short, hot-tempered rich kid from a prominent old-money family in the area, only about 10 years older than Brett, but with an Ivy League degree and all the connections money could buy which allowed him to claim up the ladder at remarkable speed. He was a well-dressed, tall and lean blonde Anglo-Saxon who wore Brooks Brothers suits and look down on those who had to work their way up like Brett. Brett always thought he was an asshole, he had a tendency to obliquely hit on Cindy in front of Brett at work-family functions and openly taunted Brett about how hot his wife was on the few occasions that they interacted. This was the most angry and mean that Murphy had ever looked, however.

"Brett, you little bitch. What the hell were you thinking," he began, venom in his voice and his face already flushed red. " do you have any idea how this is going to make me look that America's biggest fucking cuck is on my payroll? If those a little rats at legal didn't warn me about lawsuits I would fire your ass so quickly."

The men on Murphy's left and right tried to calm him down, but he continued his rant.

"I always thought you were a good little lap dog, doing all the work we asked like a good little bitch. Never complaining or ask for a raise. I was just fine with letting your mediocre ass sit at that the desk for the next 30 years and collect your little paycheck and send you off with a watch and a shitty pension when we got sick of you. Then you had to go and get that hot fucking wife of yours fucked by a monkey on camera and get it filmed for all the world to see, your face barely covered while you sat in the corner jerking off. If you went to the real man to fuck your wife, you should have-"

"Murphy!" interrupted the man on his left.

Murphy took a deep breath and attempted to regain his composure.

"I'm on you," Murphy said, looking Brett directly into the eyes. "This liberal-ass state might not allow me to fire you for being in a pussy, but I will make your life living hell every moment you're here. You humiliated me and the company and no amount of hard work or money you make for us will ever make up for that. Do us all a favor and quit, because by God if you make me drive you out I will make sure the rest of your life is a living hell. Now get the fuck out of my sight!"

Brett left work that day fighting back tears in his eyes as he drove home to a wife that didn't see him as a man. It was hard for him to see any reason to keep on going.

Once again, all that Cindy could think about was Avon.

"Brett! I have another idea of how to get with Avon," Cindy said to him as he first walked through the door

Brett looked at her with sunken eyes, unable to find the will to come up with a response.

"There's going to be a giant swingers party in a country house out in the mountains this weekend. Like, massive. Some of the richest, most powerful, most sexy people in the world are going to be there. I just got the invitation! Since we helped make that huge video that just came out, we're both invited. I asked around and Kaycee is also coming, and I bet she's bringing Avon. This could be my chance!"

"Babe, I really can't right now," Brett said.

Cindy ignored his words and continued her train of thought. "I know I know, the last two times I tried to get with Avon didn't work out too well, but this time will be different! I'm going to come up with a plan. I'm going to make sure that my whore sister doesn't steal him from me again."

"Babe, Mr. Murphy really unloaded at me at work today. They're going to try to get rid of me at work."

"Oh fuck your job, Bretty! We're going to make like 25 grand off this video, and once I win Avon over, we can make cuck videos like that everyday!

"I worked my whole life to be a computer engineer..." Brett muttered.

Cindy again ignored his words. "This is so exciting! I have to buy a whole new outfit! And we need to get you a fresh chastity cage. Maybe a sexy gimp suit or just some slutty panties for my little sissy boy!"

"Cindy, who the hell even told you about this party? You've only been a pornstar for like 3 hours now. Do you really think that in those three hours, some rich guy invited you to the world's most exclusive sex party?" Brett asked.

"Well Avon is gonna be there, so it will be the world's best sex party".

Cindy showed Brett the message, which came from a small unverified Instagram account that had DM'd her personal account.

"Hi Cindy, my name is Dr. Bartholemew Spreademwide and I have been asked to invite you to our exclusive gathering of like-minded individuals out in the house of our benefactor. We have invited one-hundred of the most reknown [sic] and beautiful couples from across the country to take part in this exclusiv [sic] gathering of swingers. Notable attendees this year will include some of the sexiest and most powerful people on earth, including the world-famous adult actress Kaycee Fairchild and her partner Avon Jackson, as well as other superstars like Michael Jordan and Taylor Swift, all of which..."

"Cindy this is the fakest fucking invite I've ever seen, this is obviously from Kaycee," Brett said.

"Don't be silly! I used to get invites to these sex parties all the time when I was on the pageant circuit! I know they happen!" Cindy replied.

"Yah, maybe it's a real sex party but it's not gonna have fucking Michael Jordan and Taylor Swift there, and they aren't going to advertise some fucking pornstar's fuckbuddy," Brett replied.

"Don't be jealous! I'm going whether you like it or not! If you don't wanna come then by all means stay at home and jerk off all night for all I care!" Cindy snapped back.

Brett was exacerbated. Cindy wasn't usually this stupid, but when it came to Avon she would believe just about anything.

"Listen, it was really cute how you tried to stand up for me in New York, even if your pervy little nose was lodged up Kaycee's ass half the time. Who knows, maybe if you're on your best behavior I'll rub one out for you after I get what I want from Avon. Does that sound like a deal?" Cindy said.

Brett realized he was fighting a losing battle. No matter how many times Cindy got tricked, the bait of Avon was just too tempting for her. And the potential prize of getting some relief from Cindy was too tempting for Brett.

"Well, I guess when you put it like that..." Brett replied.

Cindy excitedly jumped into Brett's arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. "I knew you'd come around to the idea!"

Things improved only mildly for Brett over the next few days as Kaycee's video continued to be a trending topic. He was a pariah at work, his boss and coworkers hated him and demeaned him to his face. Murphy was particularly brutal, giving him tasks with outrageous deadlines and impossible expectations. His belongings were tampered with, his food thrown out, his work would mysteriously disappear and he would be forced to start over from scratch.

As the days went on, the buzz on Kaycee's video lingered. Her OnlyFans exploded in popularity as people flocked to view the most talked about porn scene in years. Tons of regular guys with no prior exposure to interracial porn or the politics of interracial sex simply heard that the scene was amazing and tuned in to watch a beautiful woman and the man who fucked the absolute shit out of her. Many white men on the far-right fringes who were vocal about replacement theory and other conspiracies had a morbid curiosity of the video and wanted to see what it looked like when one of their Aryan goddesses ended her pure blood line on camera. Many incel forums were discussing the video at length and lamenting the fact that strong, masculine Black men were able to effortlessly find beautiful women of every ethnicity to fuck while many white men and Asian men stayed virgins well into their twenties and beyond. The increasing number of men who are addicted to pornography of all sorts tuned in as well and were exposed to hundreds of hours of additional interracial content on Kaycee's OnlyFans.

Kaycee was generally oblivious to how her page was doing. She had an army of editors, moderators, social media staff and others that managed her account, analyzed numbers, and made content from raw footage. All she had to do was think of new ways to please Avon, record the sexiest of these encounters, send the footage to some computer geeks, sit back and watch her bank account grow is thousands of white men subscribed to her page and bought her videos. But even she understood that the impregnation video would be a particularly large payday that would boost her profile immensely. She was proud of the work she did. She knew that tens or hundreds of thousands of white boys were getting addicted to interracial porn for the first time because of her video. Not only had Avon fucked a baby into her, but untold thousands of white men were wasting their seed fucking their fists in tribute to her perfect body and the pure bloodline she had ended, thereby wasting their DNA. She wasn't just making a Black baby, she was protecting white wombs from white sperm that was now being spilled into tissues and thrown in the trash. She viewed it as an a service of anti-racism and a way to stop the next generation of white supremacists before they were even born.

While Kaycee was taking a victory lap and Brett was wallowing in misery, Cindy had tunnel vision aim towards one goal: winning over Avon. Just one tip from a shady account was enough for her to hyperfocus her attention on the sex party and winning over Avon's affections. Over the next few days she was hitting the gym, searching everywhere for the perfect outfits, thinking about how she was going to do her hair and makeup, wondering how she would react if Kaycee tried to interfere again.

The day of the sex party came after just a few days, still in the height of the popularity of Kaycee's video. Brett and Cindy ventured about an hour into the boonies of western New England to the extravagant country mansion that was hosting the event.

Cindy and Brett arrived fashionably late to the party. Cindy was standing tall and confident in a stunning red cocktail dress that hugged her body like a glove. The material was sleek and silky, accentuating her fair skin and blonde hair. The dress was low cut low in the front to reveal ample cleavage and a hint of bare midriff, while the back was designed to showcase her curvaceous rear end. The hemline was be just right, hitting me right at the perfect spot between her thighs, teasing and tempting anyone who dares to look and giving everyone a taste of what they were missing.

Brett was wearing a tank top, a color with a leash on it and a pair of pants that was covering a little cock covered by a chastity cage. He arrived at the party on his hand and knees with Cindy holding his leash.

When the couple walked through the door, the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop. There were couples and singles all around in various stages of sexual intercourse, but all eyes laid on the beautiful blonde woman who just entered the party with her pet. Both Cindy and Brett were wearing masks that partially obstructed their faces, so no one had yet realized that they were the most famous cuckold couple in the country. They were simply transfixed on Cindy's beauty.

Cindy confidently strutted into the party as many eyes focused in on her. A quick scan of the party revealed that neither Avon nor Kaycee were present. Nonetheless, there was plenty of talent for Cindy and Brett to stare at.

A man approached Cindy. He was white with pale skin, looked to be in his mid-to-late thirties, athletic build wearing nothing but a mask and boxer briefs.

"Madam," he said, kissing her hand, "Would you like me to give you a tour of one of the rooms out in the back?"

Cindy eyeballed his physique. He was shorter than Avon, less muscular, less lean, and most of all there was just a tiny tent in his boxers, not the vicious python she was after. She simply laughed in the man's face and shook her head.

Brett looked around. There was a group of four white men sitting on the couch naked, masturbating while four white women took turns sucking off a lanky Black man with an enormous cock. There was a husband in the kitchen, holding his wife's legs open on the counter while another Black man pumped inside of her. There was a white man sniffing a pair of panties and masturbating, while he propped his ear against the wall of a closet. The house was littered with a handful of Black men, most of which with two or three women at a time while the majority of white men were simply watching or assisting. The few white men who were trying to score were all getting swiftly turned down, just as the man who approached Cindy was.

Cindy was struck by just how confident and brazen the Black men at the party were, happy to fuck the wives of strangers out on the main party hall for all to see with absolutely no fear of conflict or repercussion. They were strong, they were powerful, they were fearless. She found herself being more turned on the more she watched. Her eyes became drawn to one particular act in one of the entertainment room. There was a massive 6'3" musclebound Black man with dark skin, dreadlocks and gang tattoos ramming his enormous cock into a petite blonde woman while her older husband simply watched from the corner. She was wearing a luxurious set of lingerie that had already been ripped halfway off of her and was adorned with earrings, bracelets and necklaces that looked like they were more expensive than Cindy's net worth. She was over a foot shorter than the Black man and couldn't have weighed more than 105 pounds. Cindy sat down in the room and rubbed herself as she watched the huge Black man absolutely destroy the petite blonde. Before long, the Black man let out a loud grunt and emptied his load into her pussy, shooting so much jizz that her Cindy could see it leaking from her womanhood before he even exited her.

"Honey! He's done! Clean me up now!" the woman yelled as the Black man left to go get a drink and pick out his next fucktoy. The voice sounded vaguely familiar to Brett.

The petite woman's husband was wearing nothing but a mask and a chastity cage. "Yes dear," he said obediently, then crawled over to his wife and began slurping cum from her pussy.

Brett recognized the husband's voice immediately. "Murphy?!!" He exclaimed.

Mr. Murphy looked up. "Brett?!!" he began, before his wife redirected his mouth back on her cum-soaked pussy.

"You're into this shit!!? After you spent all week giving me shit for-" Brett began, but soon became speechless.

"Come on babe, clean it all! You don't want me to get pregnant like your brother's wife! Don't you want any white babies left to carry on the Murphy name?" the wife teased.