The Temptations of Dee Pt. 12

"Hey Odell ain't your bitch a teacher or something?" Marcus sounded cocky.

"So they say," said Odell as he watched Dee still working on his hard cock.

"Well next to her friends here it looks like she's a slow learner. Seems like she ain't worked out her place in life."

"You wanna start showin' her bro'."

Odell eased back. Dee knew they were taking charge and allowed his hard cock out of her mouth. It stood hard against his belly as a testament to her skills. But now Marcus was with her and moving her up and onto the bed. One hand mauled her breast while the other found the entrance to her pussy.

"Just like I likes 'em, - warm and wet and white. Just needs to be fertile and it's be 'bout perfect." Marcus brought his mouth to hers and they kissed.

'Wait a couple of weeks and it will be fertile,' thought Dee and then she relished the thought of what these three men would do her if they knew she was primed for them. They would fuck her all night and fill her with their seed, they would make sure that this suburban soccer mom joined the ranks of their Black bred White hos. They would claim her and in claiming her would show how much they prized her. She almost savagely kissed Marcus back. She wished it was in a couple of weeks time. She wished she would be leaving here tonight pregnant, knocked up, bred. She wished she was like Georgia and Anna already. She almost moaned her desire but his mouth was still on hers.

He moved on top of her and she felt his big thick cock pushed up to the entrance of her pussy and then inside it.

"Yes Marcus- fuck me, teach me what I'm good for." The words came almost automatically, without thought or consideration.

She saw the skin crinkle next to his eyes as he smiled. "I'm thinking you got a pretty good idea." Then his mouth tightened a little and he began to lay down a serious fucking. He wasn't 'sleeping with her' or 'making love to her' - he was fucking her. Showing her what pleasure he could bring her - proving to her again how long she had wasted with David. There was no way back for her - this was what she lived for now. She grasped his strong shoulders and almost screamed at him. "Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me hard."

Marcus shifted his position and began to lay down a heavy rhythmn, a rhythmn that seemed to dominate and capture every part of her. She looked at his broad face and his strong chest and marvelled in how beautiful and powerful he was. A single bead of sweat on his coal-dark forehead was the only sign that he was exerting himself. A man like this, or Odell or Shaka, could take a woman to places she hadn't believed possible before she had met men like this. Strong confident Black men - the men who owned her now. Dee's mouth opened in a silent yell as the desire surged through her body, catching her breath in her throat. Then she suddenly gasped for breath as Marcus pulled out of her, on his face the confident smile of a man who had proved his point.

Dee's climax had hardly fully cleared before she saw and felt Marcus's unnamed friend push his cock into her. It seemed the men were having a little mix-and-match party. Passing round the three White women for their enjoyment. This man wasn't as big as Marcus or Odell but he knew what he was doing, adjusting his strokes and angle to explore every part of her. Dee held his strong muscular back and enjoyed his work.

***

Georgia looked down at the rough Black hand as it stroked her round belly. There was no doubt about it. These men did love to see a White woman with a Black man's baby inside her. Which was just as well because there was absolutely no chance of hiding that fact by now. In the first few months she'd found herself horny as fuck. Her Master and baby daddy had kept her exclusive until there'd been no doubt about her baby-bump. After that things had got a bit wild!

In this last couple of months she had slowed down a lot. She hadn't got the stamina and her new body-shape cut down on the positions that could be enjoyed in comfort. But that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy herself.

She grasped the base of the coal-black shaft gently but firmly between her fingers. It was a really impressive one. Good meaty thickness and a solid eight inches. She'd seen enough of him with Anna to know that he knew how to use it as well. Should she be embarrassed that she couldn't quite remember his name? What the hell, he certainly didn't seem embarrassed. She saw him glance down to her swollen belly and then across at Dee. She felt his beautiful cock thicken and grow in her hand.

Georgia felt mischievous. She decided not to suck the man's cock - well not for a moment anyway. Instead she put her mouth up to his ear while her hand continued to stroke his growing cock.

"See my friend there - she's got a white husband at home..."

He didn't react much to that. She guessed he probably knew from her ring and besides most of the white women at the club had some loser white boy waiting for them at home.

"...so we took a long time to persuade her to dump her pills..."

Oh - that got a reaction all right. His attention was focused real hard on Dee now. His cock was almost pulsing in Georgia's hand.

" ...and even longer to get her to come out when she's good and fertile. Now we just need a potent Black bull to take charge and give her what she needs."

He turned her head to look into her eyes - checking to see if she was serious. Georgia raised an eyebrow in a studied way. He smiled - he'd chosen to believe her. It was hotter that way.

There was a commotion across the room. His friend pulled out of Dee and moved quickly to cum heavily in strong spurts over her face and hair. Dee squealed in mock protest and moved to wipe a strong spurt of his cum from dangerously close to her right eye.

"Hey - watch out where you're shooting," she giggled. Then she went silent as she felt her legs grasped in strong fingers and the head of a hard Black cock nuzzling her cunt.

"Won't need to worry about that with me bitch." Odell moved his heavy dark body forward and then began a steady stroke in and out of Dee's body. "I'll be putting it where it counts."

Georgia watched on in satisfaction. A lot of the Black guys just liked fucking white women, especially hot wives. However, there were plenty more who had that ultimate desire - to knock up a white woman, preferably send her home to her white boy husband with her belly full of the proof of his inability to satisfy her needs. This man was most definitely one of them. She'd have to get his details. Her Master could point him in the direction of a lot of just that sort of action.

"You Black-owned bitch?"

"Yes," Dee's voice was breathy, she was feeling the weight and powerful intent of his strokes into her. "I'm a Black-owned white ho."

He chuckled, he liked that. Then he got that heavy rolling stroke going again - made the woman under him moan her satisfaction.

"You Black-only bitch?"

Dee didn't answer him - just wrapped her arms around his muscular back as if to pull him deeper into her. It didn't work - he wanted her full attention, wanted her to get the message. He paused in his stroke and drew a whimper of annoyance from her.

"Tell me bitch - you Black-only?"

"Except for my husband." Dee said it low, knowing it wouldn't be an acceptable answer for a man like this.

"Ain't you Shaka's bitch?" His finger touched the gaudy hoop-ring that hung from her ear. "Ain't he told you to cut your cracka boy off yet? So's we can get you Black-owned for real."

Of course Shaka had. Dee hadn't had sex with her husband for months now. When he had expressed any interest she had feigned a head-ache or given him a quick hand-job. Frankly it had been no sacrifice - for her at least. However, she knew what was expected of her.

"I'll do it if you'll fuck me - prove to me that no white boy can fuck me like a real Black Bull can."

She saw his smile and the glint in his eye. He liked that. "Not just gonna fuck you bitch - gonna breed you. Make you like your friend over there."

Dee's eyes went to Georgia, to the baby in Georgia's belly. The two women's eyes met. They were all in the zone now. Even the third of the Black friends, Marcus, the one who'd been fucking Anna doggy-style in the ass, had stopped with his hands still grasping the white woman's hips. Then he began a long low stroke as the two of them watched Dee and Odell.

The third man had slumped down alongside Georgia. She almost automatically used her mouth to clean his seed and Dee's pussy juices from his cock. She felt his fingers gently run through her blonde hair as she worked.

"You sure that's a little nigga you got in there?"

She looked up at him and nodded.

"Looks like Odell is gonna do the same for your friend there."

"If she's lucky," said Georgia as she returned to lovingly cleaning every part of his cock.

Odell was certainly doing his level best. He was kneeling on the bed and powering his hard Black cock in and out of Dee's defenceless white pussy. Beads of sweat stood out on his dark forehead and then ran down his face as he worked on, his face intent and determined. A magnificent ebony warrior determined to claim his prize.

"Tell me what you want bitch."

"Fuck me, fuck me harder."

"Yeah - gonna fuck this pussy, make it Black-only. Like all premium pussy should be."

"That's right - make it yours, make it yours..."

He slowed up and concentrated on pushing deep and rolling his hips with every stroke. Dee looked up into his intent face. Her eyes were shining with lust, her lips slightly parted, her mind processing the sensations from his Big Black Cock pushing deep inside her and his strong Black hands holding her.

"You want me to make that pussy sing bitch?"

She didn't reply, she just kept looking up into his hard, almost cruel, face. He knew he had her now and she knew he had her too.

"You know what you needs to be doing don't you. You needs to stop talking about being Black-owned until you can show the proof."

Again there was no reply but once more he saw Dee's eyes flicker across towards Georgia.

He laughed a deep rumble of a laugh. "Yeah - you acting all innocent little teacher-lady but you already learned that lesson ain't ya. What you need to be doing?"

Dee swallowed and opened her mouth but no words seemed to come.

"Georgia - tell her."

"You need to be bred Dee. You need to put that rich potent Black seed to work and make a baby."

"What about your other friend, Anna, what she say?"

Ann was on her hands and knees - maintaining the position where a minute earlier she'd taken a heavy load of African seed deep in her ass. She knew how her Black men loved to see the results of their hard work. Her pale butt showed two distinct pink hand marks where he had gripped her.

"Dee saw me take my pregnancy test - she knows what I think."

"Tell her - just so's we all know."

"If we want all that the Black man can give us then we need to be ready to be their baby-mommas. Just like me and Georgia are for our Black Masters."

The man behind Anna playfully swatted her already pink ass cheek. "You a bad bitch - trying to get yo' friend knocked up."

"She needs to be, she needs to know what it's all about. Needs to feel that rush when you know your Black man has bred you, put his baby in you."

"Damn," chuckled Odell. "Seems we got two well-trained bitches here and one who been flunking the class. So teacher-girl, what's the lesson for today?" He patted the skin just above Dee's pussy with his big Black paw of a hand. "Who this belong to?"

"Black men," Dee seemed to have got her voice back.

"What we do to it?"

"You fuck it, you fuck it hard." She obviously was desperate for him to resume doing just that.

"And why we doing that?"

Silence.

"Tell me - why we doing that?"

"To make me pregnant."

"Yeah, that's right. To knock you up, to put a Black baby in you, to breed you Black. To make sure there ain't no going back. That's what it's all about. Making that commitment - showing that commitment like Georgia is over there and like your other friend will be soon. You going to do it?"

They could all see the battle raging in Dee's soul. The knowledge of how dangerous it was for her. The temptation of how hot this masterful Black man made her feel. She'd appreciated that Shaka had let her come to a decision in her own time but a strong handsome man demanding it of her was doubly dangerous, doubly arousing, for a woman like her.

"Yes."

Odell moved the thick tip of his cock back up against the entrance of Dee's pussy. He tapped her with it gently as if demanding admission.

"Didn't quite hear that - gotta speak up in class teacher-lady."

"Yeeessss," it was almost a growl, between gritted teeth.

He tapped her once more with that dangerously addictive Black weapon. "Once this goes in I ain't taking it out till I've coated them eggs. You got that ain't you."

He knew he had her - he'd seen that look in a woman's eyes before. Now he was just having a little fun.

"Stop talking and fuck me, please..."

Well it was only polite to do what a classy lady like Dee requested. He pushed his Big Black Cock home into warm wet pussy and began to fuck her with real intent.

No more words.

No more questions.

No more BS.

His strong arms held him above her as he looked down into her face. He was fucking her hard but seemingly effortlessly. He was a beautiful athletic man making her his, proving his ability to satisfy ever part of her. She looked up into the calm confident set of his face and felt her body begin to melt. Felt the wave of desire rushing through her - felt her breathing change into fierce sharp pants of lust and desire. She gasped and held onto him, knew that it was out of her hands now. This man wanted her and was going to take what he wanted.

She shuddered and moaned, her hands gripping his body tightly. She saw his mouth tighten a little and knew what would happen. He gave another three powerful thrusts and then grunted. He kept going with slower deep thrusts. She knew what that meant too. He was milking every drop of his cum into her and then pushing it just as deep as he could. He was trying to make sure of her - to send her home with his baby in her.

She felt her breath coming in great shuddering gasps. Knew that he couldn't know if she was fertile and unprotected or not. He'd just made sure that if the opportunity had been there he had taken it. He had bred her.

She made to move but a big Black hand gently held her in place.

"You just stay there - make sure that seed gets where it needs to be. Gonna be keeping my eye on you teacher-lady. Georgia there will be telling Shaka what happened here tonight. Now you ready to be bred I'm guessing Shaka will get the job done real soon. If he don't then after a while I'm going to have to take charge. Take you back to my crib and keep you there till you showing you Black bred for real. No more free rides teacher-lady. Time we got you Black-owned for sure."

No struggle, no denial, no protest. The Black man had spoken and had demanded his prize. Her fate was decided - if Shaka or Bill didn't knock her up then this man certainly would. Dee would have to give herself fully to the Black man or return to her old dull white-bread life, to her husband.

There could be only one possible decision.

Its Show-Time

"That pretty white pussy hungry again," he asked

"Always Daddy. You got something for me?"

"Careful or it might make you fat." Bill pushed the plate with a cream doughnut over in front of her.

"Maybe sometimes its good to get fat - something's just too good to resist."

"No-one looking at you would dream you already got three kids - that body of yours is damn fine. Tonight we might we undoing a lot of hard work."

She knew what he was doing, though his motive was a little unclear. He was reminding her of her White family at home - all she was putting at risk. Was 'risk' even an issue any more? It had only been a matter of time for a while now - until her swelling belly put her permanently and irrevocably beyond the pale of her husband and her old life, including her family.

Was he warning her - reminding her that she could still turn back? Once she would have been sure that was what he was doing. Now it wasn't so clear to her. He must have known by now that she had made her choice, that she would keep chasing her destiny, her husband would have said her 'disgrace.' The destiny she saw confirmed every time she met with Georgia, every time she saw Georgia's once slender body in profile, the big bulge of her friend's pregnant belly. A warning? No - an affirmation of what she wanted and needed and desired.

So now she thought that Bill wasn't warning her, at least not any more. He was just making clear how much Dee was giving up to be with him. Her acceptance of the fact only showed how much of a Black man's woman she already was. Now it was just a cause of dotting the 'i's and crossing the 't's. That might have happened yesterday afternoon over in a Douglas fitting-room or it might happen tonight or it might be in a few months time. However, it WAS going to happen and Bill didn't see any need to hide his satisfaction about that.

Their server came over to ask if everything was OK. She was a cute little thing, perhaps 19 or 20 with long chestnut hair and brown eyes. For the second or third time Dee saw the girl's eyes flicker between the two of them.

The girl was probably at college. Perhaps learning as much about herself as about whatever her studies were. One thing she apparently hadn't learned was how to hide her curiosity about Dee and Bill.

You got used to that. You also learned to read what lay behind the curiosity, whether the fuel for it was negative or positive. There was plenty of the former out and about in the world but Dee's instincts told her that wasn't so in this case.

The girl came back with their check and this time Dee made sure that her hand was resting on Bill's. The girl's eyes were drawn to it as if by powerful magnets. Dee stifled an urge to smile. The girl had probably been wondering if they were colleagues or friends or something more. Now she had a good idea.

They paid the check and Bill added a good sized tip. Dee stood up next to the girl and spoke softly so that only the three of them could hear.

"I have another tip for you. If you know what you want then don't be afraid to chase it. Take it from me - I wasted way too many years on white boys. Your instincts are right - you know what you need."

The girls eyes started up from the check and went first to Dee and then to Bill. What was in that glance - a little shock, a little fear and what looked like a whole lot of guilt. Was she in the city for college from one of those small country towns, whiter than an avalanche. Bill gave the girl a wink and her cheeks glowed red - but she stayed almost frozen to the spot. Dee took a page from her note pad and wrote her number on it. "If you feel like talking about it and need someone to listen..."

She placed it onto the notes of Bill's tip ad the girl, after a moment's pause, collected them all up and almost ran away back to the kitchen.

Bill eased out of his chair and put his arm round Dee as they headed for the door. But not without giving her a little nod of approval first.

Class Reunion

Dee half expected Bill to take her back to the shop. That upstairs room was a regular venue for their meetings. However, he instead parked up outside a small motel on the outskirts of Solway. He led her straight to one of the rooms and unlocked it.

The room was exactly what you would expect. Absolutely nothing fancy. But it was clean and with cheap but serviceable furnishings.

"Can't quite stretch to no fancy hotels ..." Bill was almost apologetic and she knew Shaka must have told him about their last meeting.