My Black Babies Ch. 01

"So far, I haven't had much of a problem showing enthusiasm, from what I can tell. Maybe your other clients were more enthusiastic?"

"Hardly," Joe laughed. "You're right at the top. But, it's entirely possible you'll act differently in a room full of people. You won't act the same as you would in a bedroom. If I were single, and didn't have rules, it might be easier to get business, but I love being married to Savannah and I love my kids and family. She's pretty flexible about the whole thing, so I don't want to mess that up. I'm willing to go slower to keep my family."

"I still don't understand why she puts up with it."

"I don't totally understand either, but so far, it's working, so I try not to question it."

Joseph paid the bill after dinner, then we took a taxi to where we needed to go. I was a little surprised it was still in Manhattan, at the opposite end of the park from The Pierre. Still just off Fifth, so the rich people wouldn't be scared off, but closer to Harlem, where there were proportionately more black folks. The taxi dropped us off at The Africa Center, but we walked from there, about two blocks away.

We stopped in front of a nondescript building, without any signs or other markings, a little over a block off Fifth, just past Madison Avenue. Joseph took out the cheap jewelry he'd bought at the trinket store. He showed me the necklace. It was a black spade, with a white Q in the center of it.

"Do you know what this symbolizes?"

"Not a clue."

"It's a symbol for a Queen of Spades, a white woman who fucks black men. You can be sure that everyone in this club knows what the hell it means. Since you're with me, no one will hit on you, but I may get a few inquiries from the other brothers about whether you'll play with them, because you're a hot white bitch, better looking than most that come in here. I won't let anyone do anything you don't want to do, so don't worry about that. Just leave that shit up to me. There's a universal safe word you can use in this place if anyone does anything to make you feel uncomfortable. It's 'Meatballs'. If you have to use it, people should back off. They're pretty strict about the rules. Like I said, it's a place where white folks come to safely fuck black men. If the rich white folk don't feel safe, this place will close down."

"How do people know about it, since it's not marked in any way?"

"Word of mouth. You're recommended by someone, get nominated by an informal vote, checked out by the membership committee, then voted on by the full membership. Then, you find out where this place is. Everyone has something to lose if people blab. You'll have to give up your phone when we go in, because they don't allow cameras. You can turn in your purse and shawl and they'll put it in a locker. Most people don't want to carry anything around that might interfere with their fucking. You don't want to lose track of your things before you go. Part of the reason you're not wearing bra or panties, you'd just lose them."

"Good to know. What's the other thing you bought at the trinket store?"

"A Hotwife anklet. If you put it on your ankle, you're telling everyone you're open for business. I assume, the only one you're open for is me."

"You mean that if I wear that, anyone can fuck me?"

"No. You're still allowed to pick and choose who you're attracted to. Say 'Meatballs', if someone is getting aggressive, but the anklet is saying you're open to the possibility of sex with any of the black men there, possibly black women as well, depending on which ankle you wear it on. Left ankle, men only. Right ankle, men or women. If you fuck a white guy, you'll be asked to leave. White men don't have sex privileges here, only black men. You can fuck white women though, no one gives a shit, because most of us love watching two or more women get it on."

"Why did you buy the anklet if I can't wear it?"

"Even if you didn't want it for tonight, you might want it some day. I'll give it to you before we part. Seems like you're pretty open to the idea of fucking black men."

"More open than I expected," I said. "I can't say I haven't loved it so far."

"Do what you can for me," Joe said.

Joe knocked on the door, and a big, black bruiser opened it.

"Hey, Joe, long time no see," the man said. He looked me up and down, then let us in.

"Mike, good to see you. How they hanging?"

"About halfway to my knees and full of fuck juice. Who's the new slut?"

"A breeding contract."

"Does that mean you're not sharing?"

"It does mean that."

"Too bad. I'll bet she's a sweet fuck."

"She is that."

"You fuck her ass yet?"

"Last I heard, you can't get pregnant from fucking an ass, so no."

Joe smiled at the guy, that same charming smile he used on me multiple times.

Mike laughed, a low rumble. "Too bad. She looks like she has a tight trunk."

"Everything was pretty tight. Not so much anymore," Joe said, smiling again.

Mike laughed some more, then patted Joe on the back. "You know where to go and what to do. Let me know if sweet cheeks changes her mind about the father of her child. I'd like to give her a whirl."

They bumped fists and we went up to a window, where we passed them the items we couldn't take in, and were given a ticket to reclaim them. Joe pushed it in his pocket. We moved into a social room. There was a dance floor, with a half dozen black men and white women dancing, some tables and chairs for drinking, about half filled, a black man with a white woman, and perhaps a white man as well, at several of the tables. There were a few couches on the outside of the room, where some white women were on their knees, sucking on the cocks of the black men sitting in front of them. Seven black men, and seven white girls. Four of the white women seemed to have white male partners, cheering them on. Two of the white boys had their dicks out and were stroking them while they watched. Two of them didn't look like they had erections at all. Of the three without a partner, perhaps the men couldn't attend tonight. I say that, because one of the women was wearing wedding rings while she sucked the black cock in front of her. All of the kneeling women had a hotwife anklet on, six on their left ankles, one on her right.

From what I could see of the men on the couch, their cocks ranged from around six to eight inches. Nothing as small as Reed, and nothing as large as Joe. The two white men spanking the monkey were five and six inches long.

As we watched, a young black guy with a seven and a half inch cock pulled out of his pants, walked up the the cocksucking white woman with the nicest ass on her. He bent down and asked her if he could fuck her married white pussy. Coarse, but still polite. She nodded without taking her mouth off the cock she was sucking. The young man went behind her, pulled up her skirt, (no panties), and shoved his bare cock into her pouting, dripping, shaved pussy. She loved that, squealing when he bottomed out in a single thrust.

"We call that a spit roasting," Joe whispered. "That's what I'd like you to do if you're up for it."

I can't say it wasn't erotic as hell watching her take a black cock at both ends. My pussy felt as drippy as hers had been. Instead of taking a table, Joe led me out onto the dance floor. What I thought he might do the first night we went dancing, he definitely did here. He unbuttoned my blouse halfway down my chest and was frequently palming a breast as we danced. He lifted my skirt until my ass was bare, grabbed my cheeks in both hands and grinded against my pussy, while he fondled my ass. It was a little like having sex on the dance floor, especially since I could feel his cock was hard and ready to breed me again. We danced a few dances, then he led me to one of the tables.

"You ready to earn your next fucking?" Joe said.

"Yes."

"On your knees, extract my cock and start sucking on it. Try to slobber all over it and make lots of noise. Beg me to fuck you. I want lots of people looking at us when I start plowing that sweet pussy."

I was not a wild child when I grew up. I was a model student, didn't do drugs or drink, kept my virginity until I left for college. This was the wildest and craziest thing I was ever going to do. Suck the black dick of a man, not my husband, in front of three dozen other people, in hopes that he'd bend me over the table and then fuck me in front of the same people, perhaps letting another black cock fill my mouth. I had never, in my wildest dreams, considered anything like what I was about to do, because I was about to do it, in spades.

Kneeling in front of my new lover, I extracted his ten inch hard on and began sucking the head, because I knew I wasn't going to get it all down. I made as much noise as was possible to make while his fat prick filled my mouth, but that was nothing to the noise I made when I knew I had to fuck him.

"Please, Joe, fuck me with your big black cock," I said, stroking up and down the huge stalk. "I need it, baby. I need your dick inside of me. It's been hours since you fucked me, lover, and I need your cock. Please fuck me, sir. Fuck a baby into my married white pussy. My pussy belongs to you, sir. You know it does. I'll never be happy with my husband's little white dick again." I lifted my skirt and laid face down across the table. "Please fuck me with your big, black cock, sir. I'm begging you to cum inside of me."

That seemed to do the trick. We'd attracted lots of attention by now. White women and their men's attention. Joe bounced his black mamba off my ass a couple of times, then lined up and started easing his way inside. A couple of the white bitches gasped when they saw his black prick push inside of me. A couple started rubbing their boobs or pussies.

"Oh, fuck, sir. I'm cumming. You own my pussy, sir. Take it, it's yours. Breed my white pussy, sir. My husband wants a black baby and I want you to give it to me, sir. Fuck me."

Joe smacked my ass lightly, a love tap, really.

"You want my dick, bitch?"

"Yes, sir. I want every inch of your cock for as long as you can give it to me, sir."

"Is this cock better than your husband's."

"Yes, sir. No one has ever fucked me as good as you, sir. You're the best lover I've ever had."

"Is he really?" A woman in her early forties said.

I moaned and climaxed again. I didn't have to fake any of this. Joe's cock and the crowd of people watching us fuck was taking care of that.

"He's the best lover I've ever had," I said. "If you want to have a black baby, Joe's the best. This is the sixteenth time he's fucked me in the two days I've been fertile. I know I'm going to carry his child."

"What if I don't want a kid?" another woman asked.

"Sorry, ladies. He's married. His wife will only let him fuck to breed black babies into another woman's pussy. Oh, Joe, fuck me harder, baby. I can take it. It feels so good when you fuck me. Twenty thousand dollars, and you get to fuck him day and night for a week. Fuck, I'm cumming again. Any of you boyfriends, fiancés, or husbands who want to see your woman black bred, you can watch him plant his seed in her eight or nine times a day. I've never seen so much cum in my life. I've had more orgasms with Joe in two days than I've had in the last year with my husband, ladies. You can't go wrong if you let Joe breed you."

The young buck who'd fucked the other woman earlier, came up to the table. "Do you want to suck my cock, bitch?"

His dick was hanging out of his pants, still soaked in her cum and his. Had he just pulled out of her. Everything still looked wet and fresh. I turned to look at my new black master.

"It's up to you, slut. Open your mouth if you want him to fill it."

I looked at his cock, white pussy cream and male cum still coating it. Oh, God. I opened my mouth, and it slid right in. I was a spit roasted slut, sucking another woman off his dick.

Joe was getting close to an orgasm. I'd witnessed and felt enough of them to know what was headed my way, a pussy full of cream. The young man fucking my face was another story. I had no clue he was about to cum, until I started choking on it. It wasn't as tasty as Joe's cum, no pineapple juice trick apparently for him, but he'd already cum tonight, so it wasn't thick. It went down pretty easy. Then Joe started grunting and filling my pussy with his sperm. He'd had a few hours to recharge since his last climax, and there was a lot, so it started leaking out of my pussy fairly quickly after he pulled out, despite how deep he deposited it.

One of the white men asked if he could lick my pussy clean.

"I'm trying to have a black baby," I said. "It kind of defeats the purpose of his cumming in my womb if you try sucking it out. His cum is very tasty though. You'd probably like it."

Apparently, Joe wasn't done with me yet. He flipped me on my back on the table (built sturdily, thank you), and entered me again, still stiff enough to fuck me.

"Fuck me, Joe. Give me more of your cum," I begged. "Breed your white slut."

He fucked me for another ten minutes on the table, then picked me up and carried me, still fucking me, to a room with a bed, where women could be fucked more comfortably. We passed one room where a white woman had black cocks in her mouth, pussy and ass, while her husband (guessing from the rock on her ring hand) watched, masturbating as she took it all.

"She's airtight," Joe whispered. It took me a couple moments before I realized what airtight might mean.

We passed another room where a woman was getting fucked in the ass and pussy, both men pumping fairly large cocks into those two nether orifices.

"An Oreo cookie," Joe whispered. I got the image right away for that one. White cream between two black wafers. I'd have to say, both women appeared to be enjoying themselves. Neither seemed to be in any particular distress.

When we found an empty bed, Joe did the pretzel thing where he bent me in two and laid the wood to me. I was in no particular distress either. I loved this position, cumming often as he pounded me. Three quarters of the audience we had in the social room had followed us to the bedroom, and witnessed me spasming through seven more orgasms before Joe did his duty and flooded my womb with more of his life giving cream.

Before we walked out of the Mocha Club that night, Joe had taken the names and numbers of four other white women, three of them with white partners. I don't know how many of them eventually got bred, but even if they didn't, they might tell someone else who would. Word of mouth advertising, for when you didn't need ten thousand buyers, only fifteen a year. Not bad.

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