My Black Babies Ch. 01

We went to sleep without a pillow between us, and he cradled me in his strong arms as we slept.

******

Joe was still asleep when I woke up. He had his arms wrapped around me and I knew if I moved, I was going to awaken him. If he had to get up anyway, I decided to give him a good reason. When I moved, I went straight to his cock and began to lick and suck his sausage. It didn't take long for everything to stir, first his dick, then the rest of his body.

"Fuck, woman, you're insatiable," Joe gasped.

I pulled off his dick. "If this is the only time I ever get to have you without pissing off Savannah, I need to fuck you as often as I can, while I can."

He laughed.

"May I tell you how delicious your cock and cum is. It's the sweetest cum I've ever tasted."

"I have a secret. Would you like me to tell you what it is, so Reed can taste this good."

"Sure." I went back down on him since all I was doing was listen.

"I try to drink a half cup of pineapple juice daily. It gives a nice sweetness to my semen. Asparagus does the same thing, but in another direction. You can even smell asparagus when you pee. Of course, the day before yesterday was the last time I had pineapple juice, so I'll start to taste more and more like other men. Oh, fuck! That feels fantastic, Vicky."

I paused again. "Do I do that as well as Savannah?"

"Feeling competitive are you? I'm afraid she has you beat. Savannah can get all but an inch of my cock down her throat."

"What I said about sainthood yesterday? Double it. She's fucking amazing."

"You want to try something different this morning?"

"What did you have in mind; fucking in the 2E?"

"Nothing as radical as that," Joe laughed. "I was thinking of doggy style. Since I've opened you up a little. I was thinking of fucking you in a different position. I doubt you have to ride me every time. I took you from behind at the window last night."

"You certainly did, you animal. Fine. Take me like a dog."

I got on my hands and knees and Joe got behind me. He put his cock at the well stretched entrance to my fertile pussy and slowly and smoothly pushed all the way in with a single thrust, even passing through my cervix as if I'd been opened totally to accept his cock. I orgasmed as he bottomed out. It was so easy compared to how it was yesterday, I wondered if I'd even feel Reed if he tried to fuck me now.

For the first ten minutes, Joe's fucking was relatively gentle and slow. After he'd made sure I could accept all of him without pain, he began speeding up, and by the end of his fucking, his heavy balls were smacking into my pussy and clit with each thrust. The number of orgasms I was having was amazing. Joe was creating the perfect environment for our baby to be created and grow, and creating a sea of sperm for my egg to move through. I couldn't imagine that I wouldn't be pregnant when we were done. Today was the most fertile day of my cycle.

Joe gasped and froze, his beautiful prick pulsing another payload of his black sperm into my welcoming womb.

I collapsed on the bed and he collapsed beside me, immediately pulling me into his arms, breathing hard after his rapid piston fucking.

"We need to eat again," I said. "All of this fucking has me ravenous."

"Room service?"

"The less I have to dress, the better," I said.

"Want to try something else?"

"What do you have in mind this time?"

"I'll suggest two and I'd like you to pick one and do it."

"I won't make any promises, but let's hear it."

"Number one, you put on a robe without anything under it, and very loosely held by the belt or even open, and you open the door for the wait staff when they bring our food, so you flash him or her. Number two, we leave the door cracked so we can tell them to enter when they knock and you can have your robe on again, but you be fucking me while we're seated on one of the chairs with your back to the door. He or she won't be able to see anything you have, but they'll know exactly what we're doing."

"You're a deviant, aren't you."

"Consider it a form of advertising. I don't have a budget for it, so I need to spread the word by other means."

"So, you're going to tell whoever, that you're fucking a baby into me for money?"

"If they ask. They probably won't. Will you do one of the other?"

"God, you make me so fucking hot. You're turning me into as big a pervert as you are. Fine, I'll take option one."

"Pick something and I'll order."

"Two slices of French toast with maple syrup, two fried eggs over easy and four slices of bacon, orange juice, and I'll make tea to go with it. Have them bring two slices of lemon for the tea."

"Got it."

Joe ordered and I put on the robe, leaving it loose and gapping slightly in the front. I felt some of Joe's morning load leaking down my legs, making me feel even more depraved. Our order came and before I could go to the door, Joe pulled the front of my robe about an inch farther apart. I'm sure if you looked closely, you might see some of my pubic hair showing. I didn't adjust anything when he was done, just going to the door as I was and opening it.

"Come in," I said, standing beside the door to let the young man in. "We'll eat in the living room."

He did a quick double take when he saw me, but didn't say anything as he wheeled in our cart. I followed him in, and as he set us up, I saw him sneak three or four quick peeks in my direction to be sure he saw what he thought he saw. He certainly had. One of my boobs was practically hanging out, my robe was so loose. I pulled a ten out while he was busy, and handed it to him as I let him out.

"Thanks," I said.

"You're welcome."

He took one last lengthy look before he left, and my nipples were standing at attention as I let him check me out.

When he left, I ran into the living room, crashing into Joe.

"I need to fuck so bad," I whimpered.

"Not while our food is hot," Joe said, smiling, his ownership smile. "Eat first, fuck later."

I moaned.

"Don't be so anxious. I'll hit you up seven or eight more times today. I can't fuck all day long. I have limits."

"I haven't discovered many so far," I said.

He laughed, then pulled my robe off, leaving me naked. So I tamped down my arousal and ate, although I rushed through my breakfast. It didn't do any good as Joe took his own sweet time as I waited impatiently.

When he finished, he wheeled the dishes out to the hall. I attacked him when he got back, pulling open his robe and dropping to my knees to suck his cock again. I needed an erection fast.

Remembering what he told me last night, I kept my eyes on him the whole time I sucked his big dick. I tried forcing more of his cock into my mouth, but I couldn't get more than half of his log in, no matter how I tried. He was just too fat, too long, and I gagged too much when he entered my throat.

When he took me this time, and there's no other way to describe it, I was taken, he put me on my back, bent my legs up to my ears and slowly penetrated me, his eyes on mine, exactly as he required me to do as I sucked his cock. I know my eyes widened as he penetrated me in that position, slowly thrusting his way in. He got so deep that way, it almost felt as if he was in my throat, and because of the way I was bent in two, he had total control of the fucking. He drove, using all ten inches of his big cock to make me his. I begged and pleaded with him to fuck me with his big cock. I begged every way a woman could beg. He owned me now and he knew it. He could have done almost anything to me, and I would have agreed.

After a shower, I wanted more sex, but he suggested a massage first. I realized that Joe was a master of whatever went on in a bed. His strong hands turned me into a puddle of goo before he took me again. It's a good thing that Savannah hadn't made me promise not to kiss her husband, as for the first time, I kissed him all through his fucking. Everything was perfect; the kissing, the long, deep strokes, my legs wrapped around his back clutching his ass against me as he pumped. If I were to guess, that was the fucking that most felt like it got me pregnant. I surrendered everything to him, even cleaning his cock once more, not wanting a single drop of his sperm outside of my body, no matter how I got it inside of me. The fact I tasted less of the sweetness created by the pineapple juice didn't matter in the slightest.

We took a short nap before he fucked me again. I was riding him once more, but sitting on the couch in the living room.

"Are you ready for your next challenge?" Joe asked.

"What do you have in mind this time?"

"You see that chair perpendicular to the entry?"

"Yeesssss." I was cumming at the time, so it got a little stretched out around the moaning.

"When they deliver our food from room service, I want you bent over the back of that chair while I'm pounding you from the rear."

"Wearing a robe?" I gasped.

"Naked." My orgasm accelerated when I heard him tell me he wanted to fuck me naked in front of the server.

"Oh, Fuck!" I moaned, shuddering like I was freezing. I stopped raising myself up and down on his shaft, although Joe took over, lifting me and dropping me.

"You like that idea, don't you."

"God help me, I do. You're making me just as twisted as you are."

He kissed me, capturing whatever breath I had left, which wasn't much. One orgasm followed another in a long series as I imagined myself fucked in front of another person. I was exhausted by the time I received another baby batter injection.

******

For lunch, we both ordered gazpacho soup, Joe ordered the Catskills Smoked Salmon for an appetizer, while I got the poached chicken Cobb salad. For the main dish, I got the tuna salad on rye, with celery and capers. Joseph got the Pierre burger. Since all but the burger could be pre-prepared as it was served cold, he ordered the burger to time the arrival of our food to the room.

The door was propped open slightly and the chair was turned slightly to ensure I would be in full profile to the door when the server brought the food. I was bent over the back of the chair, my tits hanging down on the front. Joe started fucking me about ten minutes before the server arrived. I was multi-orgasmic, my imagination already turning my body into knots. There was a knock on the door. I suppressed a loud moan.

"Come in," Joe said.

A cart was wheeled in, a young woman pushing it in front of her. As soon as I saw her eyes widen at the sight of Joe plugging my pussy with his perfect black prick, I had an explosive orgasm.

"Fuck me!" I moaned. "Fuck me, Joe, you magnificent black bastard. Plant your black baby in me. Oh, fuuuccccckkkkk!"

I was shaking so much, if Joe didn't hold me up by the hips, I would have collapsed to the floor. The server was frozen in place, watching ten inches of man meat pumping into my fertile pussy. Nothing was said for like three minutes, just the sloshing of my swampy cunt, and the smack of Joe's hips against my outthrust ass. Not until the next time I moaned and orgasmed again.

"Do you like what you see," Joe said, pounding me with eight or nine inches with every thrust.

The woman guiltily looked at the floor.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Don't be," Joe said, laughing. "This horny bitch was so desperate for my cock, she wanted me to fuck her despite knowing the food was on the way."

"It is a nice cock," she said, smiling, chancing another quick glance.

"Ab-so-lutely a-ma-zing," I stuttered as he buffeted my body. "Can you...believe...my husband....is paying him...a ridiculous....amount of money....to breed....a black....baby...into me?"

"That is kind of hard to believe," the woman said, looking again, unable to keep her eyes off of us for long.

"All true....Fuck, Joe....I'm cumming....again. God...you're good! I....think...my husband made...a mistake....giving me....a fantastic...cock...like this one....to breed...me. I....don't want....to give it...up," I gasped.

I could see she found that easy to believe. Why not? I hadn't stopped moaning yet.

"Just leave the food," Joe said. "There's a ten dollar tip for you on the table by the couch."

She took her sweet time setting up, so she could watch as long as she could. I was delirious with pleasure. The fucking, the audience, the perversity, all had me going crazy. In the five additional minutes she was there, the server must have seen me orgasm three more times. Finally, she collected her tip and left, just before Joe inundated my womb with more sperm. After a brief respite to catch our breath, we ate.

******

I have to admit, that by this time, with fourteen fuckings by a rather substantial prick in less than a day, my pussy was starting to feel a little chafed and sore. After eating, Joe filled the tub with hot water and we both got in, me in front of him so he could enjoy touching me all over. My pussy might have been sore, but my clit did just fine when he played with the little button. I orgasmed again.

"I want to take you out tonight," Joe said, cupping my breasts. God, he was good with his hands. My nipples ached for him to touch me.

"I want to stay in and fuck," I replied.

"Oh, you're still going to get fucked," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"Have you ever heard of Splash Mocha?"

"Is it a coffee shop?"

"It's a lifestyle event that occurs several times a year in different locations, where white women and white couples can get it on with black men. A lot of them are held down South where interracial relations are still more taboo. Houston, Fort Lauderdale, Orlando, Atlanta, places like that, and some overseas, mostly in Europe."

"Really?"

"Really. There's a club in New York that caters to the same sort of thing. White women either coming alone or with their husbands to get laid by black men in a safe setting. Let's call it Club Mocha, although I don't think they actually have a name. I want to fuck you there, for more 'word of mouth advertising'. No one else will fuck you, although I may have you suck on another black guy's dick while I'm fucking you, if you're willing. The black men are all guaranteed clean, and if the white women don't show medical proof of health, they only get fucked with condoms on. Most of the women want to get fucked without condoms, so they're usually waving their health certificates around like flags. I won't fuck anyone else while I'm there, because of Savannah's rules, but I'm usually one of the biggest dicks there, so I've gotten two breedings that way."

After fucking in front of the food server, and how hot it had made me, the thought of fucking in front of other men and couples was a distinct turn on possibility. I wasn't sure about sucking another man's cock, but I could decide that when the opportunity presented itself. Maybe one that wasn't as large as Joe, so I could get some practice on a smaller dick. Should I say something to Reed, or figure that he was okay with whatever Joseph wanted me to do.

I still hadn't answered him while considering, so he added, "It might give you some insight as to Reed's possible fetish. You'll see some men licking their wives' pussies after they've been with a black lover."

I turned to look at him, wide eyed and a little shocked, and he nodded. "Okay, I'll do it," I said, kissing him afterward. He kissed me back, for a long time.

"We'll eat at Tavern on the Green first," Joe said, pulling back. "I'm going to dress you for your little adventure. Expect to look like a slut."

Even hearing Joe was going to dress me like a slut, made me feel like a slut, even without knowing what I'd be wearing.

Before we went out, Joseph had time to fuck me one more time. When it was time to dress for dinner, he informed me that I wouldn't be wearing any underwear, which was a little scary. When I saw what else I was going to wear, it became a lot scary. A black, very short skirt, with a slit up the middle, to three inches below my crotch. Normally, I wore it with colored leggings. No leggings, no panties; my pussy would be visible if I sat down. The blouse he chose for me was a sheer black. Not mostly sheer, all sheer. I normally wore a brassiere and camisole with it. Seeing the undergarments under the blouse was supposed to be the purpose of the blouse. Without the undergarments, you were going to see boob, a lot of boob.

"I'm wearing this to Tavern on the Green?" I asked.

"You don't think anyone will complain about your attire, do you? I certainly won't. New York is a cosmopolitan city. You'll get away with it."

"What about my embarrassment?"

"I figure it will fuel your arousal, so I'm all for it. I want you begging for my cock. This should help do the trick. You don't have to do this. I don't have any control over you. I figure, if you want me to fuck you as much as possible, you'll do as I ask, because it will also fuel mine."

Since my pussy was rapidly moistening, and my nipples were rock hard, Joe was probably right. Joseph did allow me to wear a shawl over the blouse when we went out to the restaurant. It did an imperfect job of coverage, but at least made it look like I was making the effort. Joe wore another suit, a little less traditional than the last one he wore. No collar on the shirt, a couple buttons unbuttoned, and no tie. It was still stylish, and fit him like a dream.

We stopped at a cheap trinket store on the way, Joe buying a couple items. I didn't see what they were, and he didn't put them on, nor show them to me, so I was clueless as to their purpose. I might have thought he bought them for his wife, but I believed Joe was smart enough to know he shouldn't be buying his wife cheap trinkets to mollify her for fucking another woman for a week and knocking her up. That would be low class, and tasteless. Joe seemed to be neither.

As we walked through the restaurant to our table, and while we were dining, I got a lot of looks. At least while I was sitting at the table, no one could see my bare pussy, unless they had x-ray vision, but more than a few people got a glimpse of my rosy puckered nipples.

Joseph warned me against buying alcohol when we ordered. "For all you know, you've got a bun in the oven. No more booze for you until you know for sure."

That was indeed the purpose of my being with Joe, so I took his advice. As often as he'd seeded my garden, I could very well be pregnant.

Once again, his conversation was urbane and witty, filled with interesting and amusing stories about his life, his marriage, and his new chosen career, a black breeder for white women.

"Did you go to college?" I asked. "You seem well educated."

"I went for a couple of years, and was doing all right for myself, but I ran out of money. I didn't want to mortgage my future by taking out student loans, so I entered the military for a couple of years, for the GI bill. I did two tours in Afghanistan, but when I came back, college seemed more pointless than it had, and I'd gotten married, so I needed to work, especially with one child on the way."

"What did you do before your new gig?"

"Bartending for a bit, until they saw me throw a couple of troublemakers out of the bar, then I was a bouncer for a while. It paid better than bartending, even without the tips. I was good at talking people down, so didn't have to get physical very often, but I could, if necessary. The Marine Corps wasn't a total waste of time. Maybe I'll go back to school, but I'm not sure how it fits with my current career goals."

"Which is what, exactly?"

"Making at least $300 K a year, doing what I'm doing. That's fifteen children a year, which is why I'm eager to try some new things, to expand my business. Tonight might help a lot. If I could fuck a few wives in front of their husbands for free, I could probably get more business, but I can't, so any enthusiasm you can show for your fucking, would be good advertising."