tagInterracial LoveFucking To Keep Her Job

Fucking To Keep Her Job

bycantbuymy©

She was in the employee section of the office complex where the children are allowed to stay as their parents work. This was a very forward leaning business that I ran. I owned it and was proud of the more than three hundred families that I supported with it, as well as the product we put out.

My partner and I had established this business only fifteen years ago and we were doing better than fine. We had scholarship funds for engineering and a few for liberal arts like English literature. We had more money than God and we loved to do good works with it.

One of the benefits in working for us was the fact that we were employee friendly. One of the places we had designed and ran for the benefit of our employees was the nursery for new mothers. There was also a place for pre-school on the premises and we had all of the newest computers to assist in teaching the children to read and write. We had our own teachers who used the most modern methods of filling young minds with the wonder of learning and knowledge. We even encouraged parents to join their children for their lunch hour so that they could be part of their day. Like I said, we were very forward looking.

I had a monitor in my office where I could watch the entire operation from my desk, but I also hit the floor a few times a day. But today I was on a mission. I saw her in the nursery. She was a beautiful black woman with the look of a new mother. She still had the glow that does not disappear for a year. She still had the pregnant round look that was needed for the energy to make milk for her baby. While you could see that she was maybe only five foot one, she was obviously pretty heavy with breasts swollen with milk for her baby. Her hips were still full with extra weight of child birth but you could tell they would soon lose the "baby" fat that was no longer needed for the conversion of that energy to life giving milk. Her arms did not look fat and her face was losing it's extra round look. She must have been making a gallon of milk a day to lose all that weight. There is nothing as sexy as the glow of a woman in the fullness of the birthing experience. Her husband was a very lucky man.

She had a baby in her arms which was obviously only a few months old, maybe four or five months. She must have been feeding it ten times a day, her tits were so large. Yes I am a progressive man but I am still a man and I wanted this black woman. There is just something especially hot about a white man fucking a black woman who is pregnant or has just given birth. I could not wait to share that experience with her.

I took one of my walks and casually walked around the complex talking to some of the people and asking questions and answering them too. Eventually I got to where I was going, the children's complex.

I walked in and noticed that all of the kids were gone outside for some playground time. It was not an accident that I arrived at this most opportune time. I looked out of the window and they were all there but the one I wanted. Then it dawned on me. My black mother was breast feeding in one of the private rooms. I used my pass key, finding only one room occupied and knowing there was only one breast feeding mother here today I used my pass key.

She sat there with her top down and two of the largest black tits I have ever seen were hanging right out there and attacked to one of them was a baby. Its little mouth could not even begin to cover the size of that nipple and those little hands would hardly be big enough to give a good kneading to AA's much less these black basketballs.

She had to hold the baby's head up as despite their massive size they still managed to defy gravity and there was no way the baby could rest on his mother's stomach and reach a nipple, it stuck out so far.

She gave a start but there was no way to cover up and still hold and feed and there was no way I was going to tell her to quit feeding, no way I was going to turn and walk away and not a fucking change in hell that I was going to quit looking. I pulled out a chair and as she fed her child I moved my chair close.

She now had a shocked look on her face and was looking around the room, trying to figure out how to cover herself and still hold her baby. She was looking at how she could escape this man who was looking at her like she had seen her husband look when he saw her naked breasts, when he saw her feeding their son. This scene of the bliss between a woman and her child was not for strangers, it was not for anyone but the most intimate members of a family. This act of giving life was only for her and her child and her man, her lover, her mate, he who had given her this baby as a most visible sign of their mutual love. No this was not for an outsider.

"You know that I own this place don't you?" I said with confidence.

"Yes." She said with a soft voice, already resigned to her fate.

I reached over very slowly and ran my finger over her unused tit. I hefted it, feeling its immense weight.

"If you try to stop me, I will fire you. Can you afford to be without a job with a new baby?" I warned her.

"I need this job, don't fire me, please don't fire me?" she said to me.

I squeezed her breast, and she bit her bottom lip at the doing. Her large black African lip and she bit it, showing its coral interior. Seeing that my squeeze also caused a drop of milk to appear on the nipple I bent forward, while looking into her eyes, I first licked the milk and then sucked more of it out. I fed as the baby did, enjoying the life giving nourishment, nourishment never meant for me but available and used by me just the same.

"Do you know what I am going to want you to do?" I ask.

"Please don't do this to me?" she asked.

"I will do what I will do and you will cooperate. Are you finished feeding the baby?" I responded.

"Yes." She said with foregone acceptance.

"Put your top up and come with me." I instructed her.

She did as I said, after pretending to burp the baby. Not much air comes from a fat milk filled tit but she did waste some time to see if I would give up waiting for the impossible; but I didn't. The baby fell asleep in a warm milk induced stupor. She pulled her top on, but only after I gave each full black breasts a relieving suck and bit gently at each even blacker nipple. Warm breast milk, nothing is finer.

She walked hesitantly with me to my office, slightly behind and with her head down. Finally I had to put my hand on her arm to move her along, taking care not to dislodge the baby, or intrude on the innocence of its sleep.

When we got into the office I ordered her to put the baby where it would be safe and locating a suitable place and using some blankets, it was safely ensconced in its new mini kingdom. The baby was still asleep, still dreaming the dreams of one who had an absence of anything resembling pain, or discomfort, or fear of the unknown.

Sure now that her baby would not suffer want of any type she dropped her purse where she stood and allowed me to strip her naked. Letting me have access to her breasts and giving them their freedom so that her huge breasts would appear to defy gravity, all to my delight. The full milk sag was present, but for a woman of thirty-five she was still very firm and gravity played only a slight role in her condition. If anything those factors make her black breasts stand out even prouder than any woman or man could expect.

After taking off her dress I was able to completely see that our new mother was nothing but a slut under all of her modest clothes. She did not wear panties and she was wearing a garter with nylons that showed what a nasty slut she wanted to be. The dark color of the nylons added to her blackness and the lighter color of the top when they joined with the garter only improved the look of a woman already wanting to be fucked by some strange man, maybe a white man. But her want had nothing to do with it, my want, my desires, were in control here.

I pushed her back onto the large leather couch and as she fell her legs opened and I got a good view of that which the baby saw when it came out. She had closed up from child birth and I was anxious to put that thought to the test.

She was still shaved but with a touch of light fur growing over her black slit. It was still soft, like the wool of a baby lamb. After touching it with my hand I moved my face down to it.

"You are excited, aren't you?" I asked.

"No," she all too quickly replied.

"I can smell your excitement," I told her. Then I bent down and using my tongue licked from bottom to top. "I can taste your excitement. I can see your excitement. Don't lie to me." I told her.

She said nothing to me.

I quickly discarded my clothes and there was no lying about my excitement. I was hard and I made her look at me so she would know what I was going to do. I moved her so she was long ways on the leather couch and put one leg on the back of the couch and the other on the floor. I licked her center and then licked my way up to her stomach, still soft and round from carrying the baby, kissing and licking all the way to her breasts. Pausing to glorify them in their beauty and moved up to her neck and then her face and her wonderful full black lips. I bit her, marking her black skin as I moved from her black slit to her mouth, so that her husband would see her and know I had done it and when she looked at her self in the mirror would remember my banding her as mine.

Doing all this moved my body up to where the head of my cock had no place to go but in. I moved the head up and down and found the center of her universe and then I went exploring. I did not rush; I luxuriated in the pleasure of conquest and the thrill of new exploration. She was hot and wet and I wanted to push ahead with lighting speed but I chose the path of slow resolve.

"Not to hard." She implored me. "It has only been four months and you are a big man."

With her words came her lips, finding mine and her warmth and moisture equaled that of the lips below. I met those lips with the same slow resolve, loving the taste and pleasure they brought to my senses. I would soon duel with her tongue as she would press any advantage with hers. Now her arms were around me as we exchanged kiss after kiss, some longer than others but constant in their need to be attached to each other.

Soon I was inside, deep inside. I gave her time to get used to me and then we began our dance of passion. We met the other half way and then pulling apart resumed our timed meetings. She was almost there, almost to her first orgasm when I told her:

"Tell him, call him now and tell him I am fucking you." I told her.

"No, I can't do that." She said, but with little resolve.

Even as she said it she reached for her purse. I was fucking her as she took out her phone in between moans and shaking from all the minor orgasms I was giving her she hit the speed dial:

"Honey, I want to leave you a message. My boss just came and got me and well honey, he is fucking me right now." She moaned into the phone. "He is white and he made me watch his white cock slide in and out of me. Oh God that feels so good." She moaned into her phone before she continued. "He told me I had to fuck him or he would fire me and we need the money with the new baby. I am so sorry but I can't stop fucking him. I really want to fuck him. The baby is ok, but I really have to go back to" - - and then she screamed into the phone and I took it and hit the end button.

I was still hard, I had not cum yet, I was enjoying this forced coupling. I turned mommy over and did her doggy until she was moaning again. I held her hips and pounded into her, harder than before. Then I made her make a second call.

"Baby he is making me call again. I have to leave another message. He is doing me doggy. You know I can't help it when I get it doggy. Oh baby he is making me cum again, oh god I love it. Pound my ass hard mister, just pound that black pussy. It is your pussy now. Take it, use it. Oh baby I am so sorry you are hearing this. Beat that pussy, harder, harder." Then there is another scream, a long hard scream.

"Baby he says I have to go with him tonight. He is going to use me all night long. I'm sorry baby but he wants my ass when we get home, his home. I am going to let him have it. It was your ass and now it is his. He isn't using any protection and I am not on the pill yet. He may give me a baby, a white baby. Oh God!" She finished with another moan of complete surrender to her passions.

I took the phone from her hand and hit end again.

I made her suck my cock hard again after giving her my sperm. The rest of the afternoon was spent in quiet contemplation of what was in store for her and her baby. He woke once during our time and I allowed her to take tender loving care of her child. A mother with her child is the most glorious prospect.

Soon we were driving home. We parked in the garage and he took me out of the car along with the baby. He took me to his bedroom and stripped me again, making me take time to feed and play with the baby again, and do a change to clean and dry him up. It was obvious he wanted the baby sleeping again, so that my violation would be complete and without interruption for the longest possible time.

He stripped me naked and we took a shower together, and all the time he played with my furry slit and sucked the baby's milk out of what are now HIS breasts. Then for the next two hours he pounded what he called my "chocolate pussy," until I could not move.

After a brief nap my hot chocolate lover woke me up. I picked up my phone and saw I had some messages; I must have not had the ringer on. Listening to the first message I got to hear:

"Honey, I want to leave you a message. My boss just came and got me and well honey, he is fucking me right now."

I smiled.

"Baby it is time to get up. That son of yours is going to be waking up soon and he needs to be fed and he needs his daddy to play with him." She says with a smile.

There was no reluctance in our movements. A quick shower and the fun events of the day moved to the fun events of the early evening. I woke our son as his mother began the tasks of dinner preparation. There was little to do as the cook had already prepared the roast and all that was needed was setting it on the table.

The time I used to listen to our son trying to talk, making all those cooing noises and sound fluctuations along with head bobbing as he tried to mimic our speech patterns. I watched his little hands curl around my finger and his feet kick into the air. I heard his beginning noises of discomfort, and smelled the reason as I laughingly changed his diaper.

I assisted my beloved wife in making the dinner and table ready as she was now needed for a feeding for our son. Soon he was satiated and we began our own evening meal. At its conclusion I held our son as we sat and together and laughed at the days events. We had a good play evening with him, the proof of our love.

"But now let's give your son a bath and I will feed him again, if there is any left, you pig," she says with a laugh. "And thank you, I don't feel at all like I am fat and no longer appealing to you."

At the end of the day as we readied ourselves for bed my wife took out a pair of maintenance overalls with the company logo on them and tossed them on the bed and smiled at me.

"Put these on for size." She told me. "We have a busy rest of the week; but next week your black sexy business partner is going to make the white maintenance man fuck her silly, so you better be ready to call home and tell your wife that you are not going to make it home for dinner."

And that is what we did.

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