Emily Bbc And Me Ch 03

AUTHOR'S NOTE and WARNING: Apologies for the long delay in adding to this series--one of my favorites. I sometimes get distracted by exploring new ideas! Here's a continuation of Cucky Jeff narrating the love life of his BBC slutwife Emily, and their Master Isaac, aka Master Ice. As always, please skip the story if hardcore interracial cuckolding, including gay and bi sex isn't for you. Thanks! You've been warned!

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Well, it didn't take long for Master Ice to get my wife Emily and me into just the rhythm that he wanted.

Indeed, true to his word, Emily was his main woman. Ice was at our house fucking her easily two, three, or four times a week. He said it was more satisfying for him--and for her--if they fucked in her marital bed, establishing that *they* really owned it, and not her relationship with her cucky--me.

I wasn't in any situation to complain, as Master Isaac (as he was more formally known) had also succeeded in thoroughly addicting me to sucking cock--big black cocks, to be specific.

As Ice had foretold, he indeed had conditioned me so that I could only cum while also satisfying or submitting to BBC--either while getting my face fucked or, at a minimum, cleaning up a BBC after the cock had fucked my wife or another woman. Indeed, I couldn't even masturbate to cum without a BBC.

And so, to satisfy my needs, Master Ice would have one, two or three gay or bisexual BBC pals stop by our house also a few nights a week, for he didn't wish to deprive me. He was kind that way.

Then, after half a year of this routine, Master sat down Emily and me in the living room for a chat one evening.

"So, kiddos," Master Ice began. "You know how Cunt here has been begging me to breed her ever since the second hour of me fucking her brains out again--like for six months now? And how I've always replied evasively, with something like 'in due course' or 'you wish, bitch'? And also, faggot Jeff--how you, too, lately have joined in, also begging to watch Cunt and me have 'repo' sex? Yes, you two BOTH are craving breeding, eh?"

"Oh yes, Master!" my cute, sexy, and thin blonde wife, Emily, cooed. "What are you telling us? Are you FINALLY going to breed me? PLEASE, pretty please would you breed me!! I'm almost 34. I so, so badly need to get bred!!"

"Oh, I agree, Cunt!" Ice replied. "I definitely agree. You *do* need to get bred... However, there's something further you two need to do first."

"What?!?" I jumped in--irreverently, before correcting myself. "I'm sorry, Master. Please forgive my interruption."

"Nope, faggot." Master Isaac replied. "Misbehavior ALWAYS has consequences... And for that, you don't get to watch me fuck Emily tonight. You'll have to listen from outside the bedroom door, faggot. And you don't get to suck my cock clean or clean Emily's holes, either!"

"Unnghhh!" I groaned. "Yes, Master! Faggot understands and accepts."

"Now... Where was I before you so rudely interrupted..." Ice continued. "That's right... Talking about Cunt Emily finally getting the breeding she so badly craves... Yes, well... While I would like to do it imminently... I do have a duty to consider... A higher duty."

Emily detected a pause. And unlike myself, she had permission to speak--if gently--when she sensed that Master had paused.

"Whatever are you referring to, Master?" my wife asked, sweetly.

"Right," Ice responded. "Right... I should get to the point... I have a duty to imagine needs that you have that you may not be consciously aware of... Deep urges... Powerful urges... Experiences that you need in order to reach your most sexually fulfilled state--to be most profoundly and thoroughly fulfilled."

Ice paused again, and Emily interjected. "Oh, Master Ice! You are so loving and beneficent! Oh, we love you, Master! I certainly love you... and it sure seems that Jeff does, too! Don't you, husband?"

With Emily--my superior--having asked me a question, I was expected to answer.

"Oh, yes, my beloved! You're right! After all these months of watching Master satisfy you so thoroughly... and so many months of worshipping his cock myself... Yes! Of course I love Master as well! Certainly I do!"

"Oh, that's so nice dipshits! Really it is! You're special to me, too!" Ice responded--notably avoiding using the "L" word back in response.

I knew in my heart that Master Isaac loved Emily, but I understood that it wasn't the moment for him to admit as much. As for me? I was just another BBC fag to serve him and stay out of his way, I was sure.

Emily encouraged Master to continue. "And, Master, what is it that we dipshits need next, Sir? Please, Master, would you tell us?"

"Yes... Yes... Of course! Sorry that I'm going about this slow so far, Cunt... Yes... Well, I don't know how much your faggot is going to like this... it's more for you... I've noticed that when we have our little gang bangs... you know, me, and a few of my pals... it seems like we don't ever quite seem to maximize you... it seems, well... that you're capable of... capable of, frankly, *MORE*!"

"Oh, Master!" my adorable wife replied. "You all satisfy me so thoroughly! Your cunt is so incredibly happy! You have no idea!!"

"Yes, Cunt! Sure... I do appreciate your saying that..." Master Ice responded. "But remember, I can read you better sometimes than you can read yourself... I think the younger you of a few years ago, in your late twenties, would have been fully satisfied... yes! But now--at thirty-three--you're even deeper into your sexual prime... You're even more womanly, more developed, more sensual--and sexier! Yes-- Now, I can tell, on some level you crave even *MORE*... And I would be a bad Master if I didn't work to provide that... So I have a plan."

Master paused, leaving space for my wife to comment, as I sat dumbfounded--yet aroused. Yes, the idea of my wife being given even *more* sexually to satisfy her was incredibly arousing! It was easy for me to imagine it would involve a lot of big, black, cock... And, if there was one thing I loved now in life--besides servicing BBC myself--it was to watch my adorable wife, the love of my life, my cute Emily getting her brains fucked out by BBC.

Yes--I was a faggot for BBC now, too, sure. But I still also adored watching my wife get thoroughly and deeply blacked. It was sublime for me.

My little boi clit, my thin little five-incher, was rock hard now in my pants from daydreaming about the big black cocks that Master likely had in store for Emily--and for me as well! (We were still dressed, as bedtime was approaching but hadn't arrived.)

"Oh, wow, Master! I had no idea you could notice! You truly read me! I do suppose you're right... I do suppose I could handle more... Please, kind Master Isaac, whatever do you have planned for me? What do you have planned for your ever-devoted cunt and servant? And whatever do you have planned for our lowly faggot cucky as well?"

"I've thought of a few options, Cunt," Master continued. "The most obvious one was to send you to my ancestral tribe in East Africa to spend a half-dozen years as a breeding slut... They would have you gangbanged and bred by the alphas in the tribe--all with cocks so giant that they would even put mine to shame--and you'd breed as many babies as years you'd spend there... But, I decided, I would miss you too much, so as much as you would enjoy it--and faggot here, too--I ruled it out!"

"Oh, Master!" My wife cooed. "That does sound really hot and sexy! But I'm sure I would miss you, too! And I'm sure you know best!"

"Yes, Cunt. I do." Isaac replied, matter-of-factly.

"What else did you consider, Master?" Emily prodded him along, ever so gently.

"Yes... Of course. You want to know more, and I suppose I should tell you." Isaac continued. "Well... I also thought of having you bred by Travis L. or Marvin D. -- your faggot's two meanest, toughest black rivals, from work and college... But I decided that while it would be poignant for you both, unfortunately I don't like Travis or Marvin, either. Yes, I know them both, too... So that rules that out."

Master Isaac paused. Seemingly pensive.

"And, Master? Please! Please continue!!" Emily begged. "Travis or Marvin would have been incredibly hot for me to breed with-- but yes, I understand! I would never want to be bred by someone whom Master doesn't like! That would be beyond wrong to me, too!"

"Good, Cunt. Good!" Isaac responded. "Your loyalty means the world to me, Emily. It really does... Well, a few other ideas passed through my mind, but I suppose I've been making you wait long enough. Would you like to hear what I've settled on for you, Cunt?"

"Oh, yes! Please, Master Isaac!" my wife gushed, fawningly. "Please tell your Cunt and faggot what you settled on for me--and for us! Pretty please!"

"Well, Cunt and faggot," Master Isaac continued. "You know that historically black college that's just a few towns over, MVU?"

"Yes, Master?" my wife and I replied, nearly a unison--for once, a question had been directed at me, too. So, I also answered. "What about it?"

"Well, as an all-black school, they're lacking the white sluts that their football team needs to keep them satisfied and motivated."

"I'm not sure I understand, Sir?" Emily queried.

"You see, young black college athletes nowadays, they don't want to just fuck any pussy when they win a game. No, not at all! They really want to fuck *WHITE* pussy! But all the college girls at MVU are black... The black football players don't *mind* fucking them... But like all us alpha BBC guys, it's really white girls (over 18) that they want to fuck... Black pussy just won't do as a reward for winning, as an enticement! So my friend Alfonse who's the athletic director over there has been looking for white fucksluts. He's been looking for a couple of white women who can readily handle a half dozen horny young black guys for a whole night--guys who can nut three or four times a night, easy. Guys who might easily wear out a young girl, frankly.... He's got one other white fuckslut already picked out..."

Isaac took but a short breath before continuing. "What this team needs is an additional experienced, horny, and super-dependable white wifeslut who can go all night with the six guys who played the best in each game... And, my sweet little Cunt, after talking it over with Alfonse and a few other Black Masters, we've decided that you're just the ticket! In fact, it's already decided... You two head out in the morning... You're going to live on campus for the rest of the season. Faggot can commute to his day job, but Emily, you're going to need to rest during the day from all the sex Alfonse has planned for you each night. You're going to go on his payroll--with a nice 'signing bonus,' to boot... Alfonse will use you for himself and as he pleases, Emily, in between games--and faggot will be put to use as well... The other wifeslut is--in everyone's opinion--a smidge less sexy... She's plenty good looking, but she's not as lusty as you! So she's got the 'second-string' fellows, so to speak..."

I could tell this whole scheme turned my wife on immensely. Her nipples were visibly hard and pointing through her blouse. I could hear her breath quickening. Her skin flushed. She was horny for this scene, that was for sure! Master Isaac saw it, too.

"Slut, I can see this idea turns you on... To be slutted out like this. Excellent. It means that we've cultivated the right kind of BBC devotion in you over the months. Fabulous... Oh, and by the way, while apparently some of the team only have seven- or eight-inch dicks, Alfonse assures me the top players are averaging ten-inches. You'll be ably satisfied...

Alfonse himself? He's a little bit bigger than my eleven-incher, actually. You're going to have a great time. Alfonse is an experienced Master, and he knows how to make a white wifeslut like you, Emily, truly 'sing.' Yeah, you'll quickly be singing his praises--howling out your cums! And... he's bi, too, so faggot's face and throat will be put to ample use..."

Master turned to me before continuing. "Faggot, he may even use your boi pussy. I let him know you're a virgin there so far--but he would not promise me to respect that limit... I don't think he's a r*pist, but he might try to manipulate you into agreeing to take it up the ass. In fact, I think you can count on it."

Wow! That was some big news for me! I'd been toying with the idea of asking Master to fuck me in the ass... It sure seemed that with this new Master, I would finally get ass-fucked. Wow! At last!

Nobody had asked me another question, so I didn't say anything, but Emily noticed my crotch remained tented and my precum wet spot was spreading. She decided to call it out. "Well, well!" my wife began, "It looks like my faggot cucky is excited, Master! Look at that cute little tent and his spreading wetness! I bet he goes for it! I bet he'll give up his ass virginity to Alfonse! That'll be hot to watch! I've been waiting to see that!"

"Yeah, Cunt!" Master Isaac joined in. "My sense is the same! I think all three of you will really enjoy... and I hear some of the team are bi, too... kids these days! Everyone wants to feel like they're queer! Even the black athletes! Haaaa!!"

"Well, I'm open minded!" said my wife. "I don't care if the boys swing both ways so long as they're clean and keep me well-fucked! What do I care? Hahaha!"

"That's the spirit, Cunt! God, I love your attitude!" responded Master Isaac.

"Master?" my adorable Emily queried. "May I ask a question, kindly?"

"Sure, Cunt. Of course! What is it?"

"But what about my breeding! I so badly need to be bred!! This plan has no mention of breeding me! I need a baby! I need my first of *several* black babies! You know I want to have three, maybe even more... What's the plan? I'm not getting any younger!!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry I didn't mention yet, my little fuckslut! How thoughtless of me!" Master Ice responded. "It's already part way into their season when we sorted this out. There's only six weeks left of regular season. Then, if the team does well, there's up to four weeks of playoffs, including the league championship game... Alfonse and I have agreed that if the team goes the distance--and they are the favorite!--then to celebrate the championship, his selected MVP of the year gets to breed you! There's a two week break after the playoffs and before the championship. That'll give enough time for you to go off the pill and get fertile. Alfonse will even arrange to juice your hormones a little bit for your breeding so you're more likely to take... He's already got a read on which of the guys is most likely to breed you. All three have solid footlong BBCs if you can believe! Veritable kings of the jungle! They're not that handsome, unfortunately--but I bet that will make it hotter for you, slut! However, they are smart.... So you'll be *partly* doing well genetically... It's an imperfect world that we live in, slut, isn't it?"

"Sir," my wife demurely replied. "May I be open?"

"Of course, slut! I would expect nothing less from my main girl!"

"I think it's incredibly hot, Sir Master Sir! I love, love, love, the idea of being bred like this!! It's so titillating!! The idea that my first breeding would be about rewarding a super hung BBC athlete who isn't even handsome?? Soooo hot! Fabulously hot!! The whole time I'm being bred, I'll be reminded that I'm truly being a slut for big black cock--ahead of any other mating trait... I'll feel like such a slut! I'll feel so dirty and turned on--I can tell already! Thank you so much, Sir! This scene is even hotter than you breeding me first! After all, I'm in love with you--there's nothing deviant about getting bred by someone you're in love with...

Oh, my gosh! My pussy is gushing just from thinking about! Master, you have to feel how this is making me gush!"

Emily pulled Ice's hand inside towards her crotch with one hand, and with the other she deftly unsnapped her jeans. "Feel that, Master?!"

Ice probed her leisurely with his giant left hand before answering. "Fuck! Slut, you are one heck of a leaking faucet! You *are* turned on!" Master responded. "Oh, good, Cunt! This is most excellent! So terrific that you're happy about all this...

"I'll be watching the whole thing on live feed, of course. I'll probably breed some other cunt doggy style while I'm watching you get bred... That's my idea in mind anyway-- and...shhhh! Don't tell anyone! But I'll be dreaming of breeding you next, bitch! You better believe I want a baby or three from you, my sweet!!"

"Sir?"

"Yes, cunt!"

"I'm really surprised Sir," my wife boldly asked, "that you were willing NOT to breed me first... Can I ask? I mean... I know you don't LOVE me like I love you... But I thought you felt... you know... uh... an 'attachment' of sorts."

"Oh, I do, Cunt! I feel very attached to you, Emily. You'll always be special to me!"

"So how did you bring yourself to release first claim on my womb to these other people, Master? Doesn't your loyal Cunt deserve to know? I mean... it *IS* surprising!"

"Ummm... I should have known you would sense something was up, Bitch, and that you would press this!" Sir Isaac responded. "Are you *SURE* you want to know? I mean... It might make you ambivalent... It could change how you feel about me..."

"Sir, Master Sir... Your loyal Cunt will take that risk! Please! Please tell me!"

"Very well, very well... I did it in a trade."

"A trade?"

"Yes... Alfonse is trading me his favorite white wifeslut and her faggot for the duration... I'm ready for a little variety... Sorry, Cunt! And... And... The team's alumni support committee... Well, they really like your profile for this... Across our whole network of Black Masters, you're the most 'in need' of a breeding, you see... The most 'ripe'... And the young black men? Well, they simply love the 'cute, experienced, wife' profile--coupled with your sexy 'never-had-a-baby-yet' body... Yeah, you're right up their alley!! And they're paying me some significant money, to boot!"

"Oh, wow! You're whoring me out, Master?!?"

"Yes, fuckslut... That's fair to say! Indeed, I am 'whoring you out'! Yupp!"

"Wow! That's a new step! That's a BIG step.... Wow, I feel like even more of a slut now! Wow! You know what, though?"

"What, Bitch? Go on. Tell me. What?"

"Well, Master... I'm not going to lie... It makes me feel a little sad and rejected that you're not going to breed me first... But just as much, the idea that you're going to whore me out to a young, black college football team to fuck and--a good chance--even to breed... I think it's fucking hot!! It's *incredibly* fucking hot!!"

Yes, my cute wife who almost never, ever curses dropped an f-bomb--or, rather, two f-bombs.

My adorable Emily was excited to be whored out!

And--not that anyone was paying any attention to me at the moment--I was excited for it, too!

"Oh, excellent, Cunt!" Master responded. "I'm a little sad, too, of course--but even more so, I'm thrilled to hear that you realize how satisfying this will be for you-- how it will bring further fulfillment for you!"

"Yes, Master!" my wife responded. "But can I make just one request for this plan, please, Sir?"

"Well, I don't know, Cunt," Master Ice responded. "I suppose you can ask... But you know me, I usually have my mind made up... But go ahead... What is it, bitch?"

"Well... If your team wins and their MVP gets to breed me... Terrific! That sounds super hot!" Emily said. "But... How about if they lose the championship, or they even fail at the playoffs... Don't I still deserve to be bred? Should I suffer just because the team has bad luck? Haven't I been a loyal fuckslut, and don't I finally deserve my first baby?"

"Yeah..." Master Ice responded. "You make a good point, bitch. What do you propose?"