My Black Babies Ch. 11

"On the other hand, don't let him fuck you, because your pussy and ass are 'too sore' from Joe's big cock, for even a tiny dick like his, but give him hand jobs as he watches, letting him cum on you, but making sure he cleans up all the cum he deposits on you. Or, you could do a combination of both, stroking him off a couple of times while you're still 'too sore' but letting him fuck you after a nice hot bath where he bathes you to wash Joe's cum off you."

"You're a devious shit, aren't you?"

"If you've been reading your cuckold websites, you'll know I'm just playing into Frank's fantasies. If you get to fuck a fine cock like Joe's, Frank should get something out of it. I'm betting he'll cum ten times between Saturday and Sunday. Even Joe's wife gets something out of his fucking white sluts like you. Why shouldn't Frank? Just because you get to enjoy your new lifestyle, doesn't mean you should be the only one to benefit from it."

"You're right."

"I know I'm right. For your marriage to thrive while you're doing this, you have to keep Frank happy. It may not be happy fucking you, but it will be keeping him satisfied with his lot as your cuckold. His satisfaction as your cuckold should be your primary responsibility, so he lets you continue fucking your new black lovers. Have you heard from Paula?"

"No, not a peep today. On the drive home, she talked about how exciting it was to suck Joe off and swallow his sweet cum. She told Ed he should start drinking pineapple juice. Do you think she'll get black bred?"

"If Ed has anything to say about it, she probably would. Paula will be more cautious. It's a big step having a black baby. My parents were relatively accepting once they were informed Reed was essentially infertile. The black part freaked them out a little, but if we don't care, they figured it was our decision. Not all parents might be that accepting. Reed still hasn't told his, and I'm not going to help him with it. It was his decision to have me black bred, so he's got to tell them and face the music. What do you think your kids will say?"

"I haven't got a clue. I'm wondering if I should tell them ahead of time, to prepare them for the possibility, or wait until I'm actually pregnant and into my second trimester, and it's almost certain I'll have one. Frank wants to wait. Even though he wants me black bred, he still doesn't want to tell the kids that until he absolutely has to."

"Why don't you come over on Saturday around four. Bring a classy, yet slutty outfit, with lingerie you bought just for Joe. Have your hair done. We'll have Frank prepare you for your date. Shave you, perfume you, and dress you for your black lover. Joe will pick you up around six. Bring a couple of hundred dollars cash, because your husband is going to pay for your date. Joe will pay for anything over two hundred. Bring him home and fuck him in your bed. Don't bother changing the sheets before Frank gets home, so he can take in the scent of primal fucking, and know how thoroughly you were ravaged by Joe's big cock."

"Fuck, you're making me wet."

"Make Frank lick you when he gets home. Check out your black personal trainer. Don't make him show you his dick, but flash some tit and see if he gets an erection and how big it is. If you can tell that he's big, tell Frank about it when he gets home and how wet he made you."

"Oh, God. I have to rub one out before Lamar gets here. I'll see you on Saturday."

I laughed. I notified Master to pick up Jackie from my house, and to notify Penny of where they should meet.

******

I did hear from Paula on Thursday.

"Have you decided on anything yet?" I asked her.

"Not about the breeding," Paula replied. "We'd like to attend Club Mocha though."

"Obviously, Saturday is out. I can take you Friday night. Alexander will probably attend with us, if he's not otherwise busy. You'll need to get Ed fitted for a cock cage."

"Where?"

I told her about the place I got Reed fitted for his. "There's a black woman who works there as a cashier. If you see her there, have her help fit Ed for his cage. She'll make fun of his tiny white dick, but she's also good at what she does, so she'll get him in the right size. You need to do it tonight if we're going out tomorrow, otherwise it will be next week."

"We'll have it done tonight."

"Are you planning on your first black fucking?"

"Yes."

"Do you have medical clearance so you can fuck bareback?"

"Yes."

"Are you still on birth control?"

"An IUD."

"Are you going to pick out your own black cock, or let Ed pick it out for you?"

"I'll select one myself. I don't want to start with a huge one like Joe. Something maybe eight inches long but with some girth."

"You're describing Alexander. Would you like to fuck someone you're familiar with first, before you fuck some black stranger?"

"Oh, God, I am describing him, aren't I?"

"Eight, nice thick inches to stretch out your pussy sooo good."

"I would love to fuck Alexander. Do you think Ed would let me?"

"You let me handle Ed. We'll see what he says when confronted with the choice."

"Okay."

"Meet Alexander and Reed at my house at six. They'll bring you to the club by seven. It's in Manhattan, so I'll go straight there from work. I'll wait outside for you."

******

Since I was going to Club Mocha on Friday after work, I dressed sluttier than I had been since Jacob's brain aneurysm, although I kept a bra on until I left work. I reminded Penny that she was on camera duty tomorrow. She said that she already knew where to meet Joe for supper.

Naturally, Abe and Roland heard about my appearance through the grapevine and made an unannounced visit to my desk.

"What's up, foxy?" Abe said. "Where are you headed tonight looking like that?

"Club Mocha. By the way, I believe that Jackie and Frank will be requiring your breeding services in a couple of months. Jackie is going on a date with Joe tomorrow night, ending in her bedroom. He'll have a condom on, saving her breeding for the show. You might want to let your wives know, so they aren't surprised when I call for your services. I've got a great idea for a show. Your wives will have roles to play."

"Damn," Roland said, "They're really going to go through with it?"

"Seems that way. Jackie has stopped all birth control and her husband can't fuck her unless he's got a condom on anymore, unless he uses her mouth or ass."

"Do you have panties on under that get up?" Abe asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know," I teased, "but you don't get to look unless your wives are present. I don't want them blaming me for wandering fingers."

"Shit. I knew she was naked under that short skirt. I can almost smell her pussy," Roland said.

I laughed. "Goodbye, gentlemen. Be good."

After work, I had time to stop and grab a bite to eat before heading to Club Mocha. I was waiting outside, chatting up Mike when the other four showed up. I gave a sloppy kiss to Alexander, and a chaste kiss to my husband when they arrived. I showed Reed my red wrist band and the hotwife anklet I put on my left ankle when I left work. I was only interested in studs tonight.

"I'm going to mention a few of the rules before you go in," I said. "First of all, Ed, do you have your cock cage on. You'll be ejected from the club if you don't."

"I have it on. It hurts like hell, if I even get the whisper of an erection."

"Which is why it's on. White men aren't allowed erections inside. All women are addressed as 'ma'am', or 'miss' no matter what their color. All black men are addressed as 'sir'. Get used to it and start addressing Alexander as 'sir' for the rest of the evening. If you wish to become a member, we'll present your medical info to the membership director, a lovely white woman named Wanda who will be buck naked. You can do it as you enter, or as we leave. If you do it beforehand, she'll give you a white wrist band like this one." I showed her my red one. "With or without the band on, you may approach any black stud, and request a good fucking. They don't have to provide it, if they're not attached to you. If the band is on, you'll be fucked bareback. Without it on, everyone will use a condom, because they don't know if you're safe.

"White women members like me, get a red band, or blue band. With the red band on, I can ask any black stud for sex. If I also have the hotwife anklet on, black men can ask me for sex. You can refuse sex, unless you have a blue band on. Blue bands have to accept fucking from any black member who wants it, unless they hurt you. Blue bands have agreed to serve as a release valve for any black member who gets refused sex or had sex interrupted, and needs to cum. They do sell hotwife anklets here if you want to throw yourself open to invitations to fuck.

"Prospective black studs get green bands if they're clean. Black stud members get black bands, like the one Alexander has on. You can ask for sex from any black man, and you can request they use a condom, and if they don't like fucking with condoms, they'll refuse. You definitely only want to fuck bareback with green or black wrist bands. Anyone else hasn't provided proof of good health, or isn't wearing their band, and you don't know if they're healthy or not.

"The safe word here is 'Meatballs'. If you use it, all sexual activity between you and your partner has to stop, even if it's in mid-coitus, which is usually where the blue bands stand in, so a black stud doesn't develop blue balls. Blue band, blue balls, you're getting fucked. Paula, you would have to say 'Meatballs'. Frank has no standing here. Him saying anything, doesn't get anyone to stop, and may get him tossed out on his ear. His only function here, is to watch you get fucked, and if he's eager enough, clean your pussy of black cum.

"Reed will be cleaning my pussy tonight. If Ed doesn't want to clean yours, and both of you are agreeable, I'll let Reed clean your pussy, Paula. He's become quite the accomplished pussy pleaser and you'll probably orgasm from his oral attentions. I'll consider it his reward tonight for watching me fuck other, more masculine and better endowed men. Our two white boys have to remain clothed. Alexander and I will be stripping to show off our wares. Paula, you may strip or not, but being naked, does guarantee more interest from black studs, especially with huge hooters like yours. They have lockers where you can stow your clothes. You have to give up your phones or cameras. Reed will hold onto the claim checks, since he'll have pockets. At the very least, you might want to rid yourself of your bra and panties, or you may lose them during your sexual escapades. Any questions?"

"How would I get Reed to clean my pussy?" Paula asked.

"Ask him, and if Ed agrees, he will, no questions asked. Alexander and I will probably stay fairly close to you since you might have questions. Let's go in. Should we stop by the membership booth?"

"On the way out, if we're interested," Paula said. "This is more in the realm of exploration, to see if it's something we wish to do."

"By the grimace on Ed's face, it seems his cock wishes you to join."

Paula glanced at him. "His cock has been hard all week. The cashier had to use ice on his prick to put his cage on."

We went inside, gave up our phones, and gave the claim tickets to Reed. We showed them where the locker room was, and the three participants stripped. I was glad to see Paula choosing to go naked. Like Jackie, she could probably use a little work in the gym, or with a trainer, but she'd maintained herself and looked good for her age, early forties. I had on a half shelf bra, baring my tits, and thigh high stockings with a garter belt. My temp tattoos were clearly visible to all. Black Baby on Board on my stomach, two Queen of Spades tattoos; one on my arm and one on my ankle, and a Black Only tattoo over my pussy.

We went to the social room where I had Reed order everyone drinks. "Get Ed a double."

"Alexander, why don't you dance with Paula. She looks a little tense. Maybe she'll relax a little," I said, as Reed got the drinks.

Alexander stood up and escorted Paula out onto the dance floor. They played mostly slow numbers, which encouraged people to dance close, and if two naked people are dancing close, and one of them has a dick, I can almost guarantee, that dick will be hard. Today was no exception, and Alexander had a nice dick, and it was pressing against Paula where she could feel every inch.

I waited until Reed brought back the drinks and Ed had drunk half of his, watching his wife dance with the studly senior partner.

"They look good together, don't they?" I asked.

"They do," Ed said.

"That's 'they do, ma'am', Ed. Don't be forgetting to address people properly. That includes your wife. She has the power in here, not you."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Very good. When you look around, do you see any black cocks you'd like Paula to fuck?"

Ed started looking around. He spent five to ten minutes looking at all the fine dicks on display. One fine dick came walking up to me. Around six limp inches of chocolatey goodness.

"Would you care to suck my cock, slut?"

I put my hand on him and felt him stir. Limpness wouldn't be more than a temporary problem.

"Your dick does look yummy," I said, "but could you come back in a half hour. I'm indoctrinating a couple newbies to the club. If you come back in thirty minutes. You can fuck me over the table."

He grinned. "I'll be back."

"Please do. My husband will enjoy watching."

He left. Ed commented. "He wasn't bad, ma'am."

"Not bad at all, but let me tell you the truth about something. What makes the sex with Alexander and Joe so great, is I know them. I know what they like and they know what I like. I have a relationship with them outside of the bedroom. That fellow is a stranger. Sex with him will be tentative and relatively brief. He won't get to know me, and I won't get to know him, and since I don't know shit about him, it won't be very good, or at least as good as it could be. I think sex with people you know, is much better sex. What I mean is, I can really get into sex with my Master and Sir. I'll kiss them, touch them, happily suck their cock and balls because I know how good their hygiene is, how they care for themselves, and I like them. Their breath will be sweet, their cum tasty, an altogether, much better fuck.

"Sex with him, or any stranger I don't know, will be less interesting, and less pleasurable, unless I dated him and found out about him. When I said he could fuck me over the table, that's exactly what I meant. I'll bend over this table and let him shove his cock in me, and I'll get pleasure from it, but not as much as if I took Alexander into one of the back rooms and made love to him. I won't kiss him. It will be a slam, bam, thank you, ma'am, kind of fucking; not a toe curling, screaming, begging for his cock fucking. You know Alexander, you know he's a great lover. You watched him fuck me during that show we put on for you. That was great sex. The sex with that young man will mostly be for Reed's benefit. I don't think I'll enjoy it nearly as much as Reed will. Really, if you want Paula to have a good experience, set her up to be fucked by someone she knows and trusts. Don't pawn her off on a stranger."

"Do you mean Paula should fuck Alexander, ma'am?"

"Why not? They know each other. You can tell by how well they move on the dance floor, how in sync they seem, that they'll have good chemistry in the bedroom. That will be great sex for Paula, not just a random fucking by a big, black dick. She'll enjoy Alexander way more than any other cock in here."

"That's probably true, ma'am."

"I know it's true. If you want Paula to really enjoy herself tonight, why don't you go up to them and say something like, 'Sir, I saw how good you fucked Vicky, and I think you could give Paula a better sexual experience than any other black stud in here. Would you please take her to one of the private rooms and make love to her, in the way I know you can. I want the best for her, and nothing less will do,' That's what I'd say if I were you."

"She gets to pick out her own cock tonight, ma'am."

"I'm glad you're giving her the choice. You're being a good husband, but really, do you think she'd prefer sex with a stranger, or someone she knows. She still gets to pick, but she'll know you approve of Alexander if you tell her it's okay."

He thought about that for a half minute, then went up to the dancing couple and told them whatever he told them. Paula and Alexander kissed, then all three of them went to one of the private rooms.

Reed looked at me. "You're one devious shit, Mistress."

"You're the second person who told me that this week," I replied with a smile.

"Who else told you, Mistress."

"Jackie, when she called me on Monday."

"What did you tell her, Mistress."

"I just had some suggestions for how she might want to handle Frank when he comes home after her date with Master. Good cuckold suggestions you'd probably be familiar with."

Reed laughed. "Does Ed realize that he's opening the door for Alexander to continue fucking his wife in the future, Mistress?"

"I don't know if Ed's dick is letting him think that far ahead. Were you thinking of what could happen once you arranged for Master to breed me? Did you know that you'd have other men deciding if you'd get to fuck me, and that I've mostly been Black Only the last couple of months, or did your dick have your brains turned to mush?"

"My brains were mostly mush, Mistress."

"Still, it hasn't turned out too badly for you, has it?"

"No, Mistress. Not bad at all. You take pretty good care of me. You really don't care if I lick Paula's pussy?"

"Not a bit. Licking pussy filled with black cum is good practice for you," I said, smiling some more.

Thirty minutes later, that's what he was doing; licking black cum out of my pussy as I was bent over our table. I had some cum in my mouth too, as another stud wanted to spit roast me, and I let him. It was thirty minutes after my cum du jour, that Paula, Ed and Alexander rejoined us.

Paula looked a little wobbly, as if she'd just had the stuffing fucked out of her. I didn't notice a lot of semen running down her legs, and Ed had an unmistakable glaze around his mouth.

"It looks like Ed didn't want any white boys other than him cleaning up his wife's pussy," I whispered to Reed.

"No, it does not, Mistress," Reed laughed.

"Now that the ice has been broken, Paula should probably fuck a couple other studs and we can get out of here. Maybe a nice spit roasting like mine," I opined. "I think I'll take her over to the couch and invite her to suck a black dick or two. Why don't you see if you can drum up a couple black cocks for our cunts while we're bent over. Nothing too large for her."

"Your wish is my command, Mistress."

"How was your first experience with black cock, Paula?" I said, when they got to our table.

"Wonderful, incredible, marvelous, stupendous."

"Come with me," I said, taking her hand.

"Where are we going?"

"Over to that couch where some black studs have their dicks hanging out. I want you to pick one you think you can handle, and ask him politely if you can suck his cock. While we're engaged in sucking dick, Reed is going to find you another black cock to fill your pussy. Nothing too big."

"Why are we doing that?" Paula asked. "I just had great sex."

"Because you're not a slut for black cock until you've fucked more than one. You need practice. Eventually, we'll try to get three big cocks in you at once, but your ass needs to be prepared for a big black dick like Jackie's was, so we'll stick to cunt fucking for now."

That's what we did. We asked if anyone wanted their dick sucked. (They all did.) Picked out a couple of nice ones, and started working to drain their balls. Reed found some good black dick to pack our pussies, and we got a good spit-roasting out of the deal. Mine was definitely better than the first one, but I'd been tuned up by him. Paula's wasn't nearly as good as her first one, because Alexander knew his way around a pussy, but she'd also been tuned up, and still managed to cum four more times.