My Black Babies Ch 20

In this chapter, Alexander is replaced with a new stud, Derek Mixon, a friend of Joe's, and Reed agrees that Vicky can go black only for life. This chapter contains, oral sex, anal sex, pegging, cuckolding, bisexual sex, public sex, a gangbang, masturbation, and discipline, including spanking. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance. This is a copyrighted work and all rights are reserved under federal and international law. Do not change, modify or publish anywhere without the author's written consent. © 2024

My Black Babies, Ch 20

Alexander's Replacement

Reed had gone to work on Tuesday and it was around ten in the morning, when I had a knock on the door. I looked out the peephole and saw a tall, studly, black fellow. He looked similar to Joe. Same great build, a handsome face, dressed nicely for a cold day with a nice leather overcoat.

"Who is it?"

"My name is Derek Mixon."

"What do you want, Derek?"

"I want to come in."

"I don't know you. Why should I let you come in?"

"I'm a friend of Joe Vanderbilt. He sent me over."

"How well do you know him?"

"I served in the Army with him."

"What's his wife's name?"

"Savannah."

If he knew that much, he probably knew Joe. I opened the door.

"May I come in?" He asked. He was staring at my naked pregnant body.

"Please do. It's cold standing here with the door open."

"At least you're dressed properly for the occasion." He came through the door saying, "Mind if I take off my coat?"

"How long do you intend to stay?"

"The next few months, I'm hoping. Is your husband home?"

"He's at work. The next few months?" I took his coat from him. He had jeans and a flannel shirt on under the coat. He looked ripped, like Joe did. Someone who'd worked hard to get his physique, and working to keep it prime. He was definitely prime.

"Joe said you needed a new black bull to take care of you until you can move into your new house together with Joe and Savannah. He said the last one you had is getting married and moved out. I live in Philadelphia, and I was between submissives and jobs, so he invited me up here to Dominate this lovely white couple. Can you show me how well you can suck cock?"

"Not without the permission of my Master, and a clean bill of health."

He pulled a folded piece of paper from his breast pocket and handed it to me. It was signed by a doctor in Philadelphia within the past week, so that part of his story checked out. It said he was disease free. I handed it back to him.

"I'm going to call Joe, Sir, to see what this is all about. Please remain here. I want some privacy."

"Of course." He sat down on the nearest chair.

I went into the bedroom and closed the door, calling Joe.

"What can I do for you, slut?"

"There's a guy here named Derek Mixon, Master."

"Derek's there? I didn't expect him until tomorrow. I was going to call you tonight."

"What can you tell me about him, Sir, and he's asked me to suck his cock. Do I have your permission?"

"I served in the Army with Derek and we've remained friends ever since. I see him three or four times a year. He's a professional Dom. He usually gets paid to Dominate people. I said I couldn't offer him a job, per se, but he could live with you, and you'd feed him. Alexander and I both played at Domination. Derek doesn't play. It's what he does for a living. I thought it would be good if he took you and Reed in hand and turned you into the big, black cock loving submissive sluts you want to be. You can use 'Meatballs' as your safe word. A word of warning, though. He's bisexual, so he will be fucking Reed more often than Reed was used to. He'll be stricter. Expect you'll get spanked fairly often until you're well trained."

Joe's words were turning me on. The talk about a strict Dom was hot. I liked it when my Bull took charge. I was enough of a switch to be able to train others to be black cock sluts and cuckolds, but I was a relative neophyte when it came to full blown Dominance and submission. Every time I'd experienced a little of it, I'd liked it. Andre was bisexual and a full blown Dominant and being around him had been enjoyable. Reed spent a week with him being trained, so I suspected my cuckold could handle Derek being bi.

"I'm not giving you up as my Master, Sir."

"No, you're not, but I do expect you to do as Derek orders, as if the order came from me. I'd like you both to give him a week as his sluts, then you can decide if you'll keep him until we can move in together. I'm expecting him to give me some Dom training so I handle you better than I have been. Alexander actually had more experience than I did, so he took the lead on that with you. Derek knows exactly what to do."

"Yes, Sir. We'll give him a week. I'll take care of him, Master."

"I know you will, Slut. I'll see you on Saturday."

"Yes, Master. Thank you for looking out for me. May I ask what you told Damien about your job?"

"Savannah and I told him that I was paid to inseminate white women with babies. Savannah told him that I had her permission to have sex with various women as long as I was paid for giving them children. We told him that you were one of my clients and that we remained close to you, and that your child would be his half brother. We told him that if his friends or classmates have any questions about what I did for a living, he could say that I helped infertile couples have a baby. We didn't tell him I also helped fertile couples have black children. He seemed to accept that. We told him not to tell his sister until she was older and wanted to know on her own, then we'd tell her."

"Yes, Master. Thank you. It's probably best if he knows that much."

"It is. It might help if he ever catches me in your bed or vice versa."

"I agree, Master."

I sent Reed a text saying we had a new live-in bull for the immediate future and to be prepared for anything when he got home.

I returned to the living room, where Derek still sat in the chair where I'd left him.

"Well?"

"Welcome to my home, Sir."

"A good start. If you would, please get on your hands and knees and crawl over here. Let me see what kind of skills you have." He leaned back and spread his legs.

I got down on my hands and knees and crawled across the floor. I started by removing his shoes and socks, then I opened up his pants and pulled them down. He had great thighs, massive, but they did nothing to diminish the size of the cock between them. Derek had to be within a half inch or closer to Master's length and just as thick. Additionally, he shaved everything. His cock and balls were as bare as my pussy, which made it seem even larger than it was. I tried to imagine both of those fine black cocks fucking me at the same time, and my pussy moistened substantially.

As I'd undressed him, I'd started assessing his triggers. I was finding lots of them before I even pulled his jeans over his feet. I did a little licking and sucking of his balls, (nice with no hair on them), sucking his cock down to the root (same), licking up and down the stalk, tonguing the head, licking his taint. My hands cupped his balls, stroked his six pack, pinched his nipples, and clutched his muscular ass cheeks. I took him past three potential orgasms before giving him what he wanted, draining his balls and drinking down every drop of his bountiful and somewhat salty sperm.

When he released, he was clutching my ears like love handles and driving his cock down my esophagus until I was kissing his balls. I cleaned him off when he'd finished.

"Did that meet your expectations, Sir?"

"More than met them. You're quite the talented cocksucker."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Is Reed that good?"

"It's possible he's better, Sir."

"Has he ever been fucked in the ass?"

"Mostly pegged, or with toys, Sir. He underwent training for a week with a bisexual man who has fucked him."

"Show me your toy box. Let me see what you've got to work with."

I got up and led him to the bedroom. He didn't bother putting his pants back on and his cock swung freely between his legs as he walked. I showed him what gear we had available.

He pulled out some cuffs, an anal plug, some rope. "Have you eaten breakfast?" Derek asked, puttering through our stuff. He pulled out my leash and set it with the other stuff.

"Yes, Sir."

"I haven't. I'm going to need some food. Nothing too elaborate, Perhaps scrambled eggs and toast, but make enough you can have some too. What time does Reed get home?"

"Usually around six, Sir."

"What was on your menu for tonight?"

"A roast, Sir."

"Call me Master, slut."

"I prefer to use that term of endearment with my Master, Joe, Sir."

"Is he here?"

"No, Sir."

"When he's here, you can address him as Master, and me as Sir. Until he is, address me as Master. I want you thinking of me as your Master, since I'm living here now. It's important to establish your frame of mind and our boundaries."

It felt traitorous, but I said, "Yes, Master."

"Go on, make breakfast. I don't need your help here unless you've got some other toys that aren't here."

"No, Master. That's all of them. Right away, Master."

I went to the kitchen and began making breakfast. I added a little milk, cheese and scallions to my egg mixture, plus some bacon bits I kept on hand in the refrigerator. He looked like he needed a lot of protein to maintain his body, so I mixed four eggs, three for him and one for me. I put two slices of bread in the toaster ready to toast.

Starting the eggs, I waited until they were almost cooked before starting to toast the bread. When the eggs were done, the toast popped. I plated the eggs and buttered the toast.

"Breakfast is on, Master," I called out.

He came into the kitchen, his shirt now gone, now totally naked, and saw me seated at the table, with my plate in front of me.

"Never sit unless I invite you to sit. If you need to get off your feet, you may kneel until I ask you to sit."

"Yes, Master." I made a mistake right off the bat. I didn't get up after my instruction.

"That's ten swats. I didn't invite you to sit. On your knees, now."

I scrambled to my knees, at least as quickly as a pregnant woman can scramble. Derek set my plate on the floor.

"Don't use your hands. Lick it off your plate. That's ten more swats for not acknowledging my order."

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Sir."

As he ate at the table, I licked my food off of my plate, kneeling on the floor beside him. I will acknowledge that my pussy was now leaking profusely. My thighs seemed quite damp.

"This is quite tasty, slut. You're a good cook."

"Thank you, Master, though breakfast is easy."

"After we've cleaned up, we'll start your roast in a crock pot and slow roast so we have time to play."

"Yes, Master."

I finished before Derek did, licking my plate clean. I got up and put my dishes in the dishwasher, then washed the pan by hand, cleaning my hands in the process before starting on slicing up the vegetables. Derek invited me to sit down for that particular chore, which I was happy to do. After he put his dishes away, he helped with the vegetables. As we cut and chopped, Derek asked me about my life, my former employment, my family and Reed's family.

"You turned your father-in-law into a cuckold?" Derek asked when I got to that part of the story.

"Did I turn him into a cuckold, or was he already a cuckold, and didn't know it yet, Master?"

Derek shrugged his shoulders. "I guess it's a moot point. He's definitely one now. And you licked your mother-in-law's pussy?"

"Yes, Master."

"Kinky. Did you fuck his father?"

"No, Master. I was black cock only at the time, although I'm not sure I would have done it anyway. It seemed more disrespectful to my husband than licking his mother did."

He looked at the temporary tattoo over my mons. "Are you still black only?"

"Until my tattoo wears off, or unless Master gives Reed dispensation, Master."

"We're going to turn some of those temporary tattoos into permanent tattoos."

"Please, Master, not the 'black cock only' tattoo."

"If you can get dispensation to fuck your husband anyway, what difference does it make?"

"Perhaps none in reality, Master, but psychologically, it may make a large difference to Reed, Sir. The Queen of Spades, or 'Black Cock Slut' tattoos don't deny my husband my body the way 'Black Cock Only' does, and the others would remain true whether they were permanent or not. I don't think I'll ever be anything but a black cock slut and Queen of Spades from now on."

"Interesting psychological appraisal."

"Are you going to give me any of your other rules, Master?"

"We'll wait until Reed gets home so I don't have to repeat myself."

"Yes, Master."

"Has Reed been sleeping in the guest room?"

"Not since Alexander moved out, Master. He's been in my bed."

"Have you fucked him?"

"No, Master, although he licks me every day. Joe has his cage key. I have another one for emergency purposes, but I don't remove his cage unless it's an emergency."

"Give it to me."

"Yes, Master." I got up and got the spare key. I handed it to him and he put it on his chain, and slipped it around his neck.

"Where are your collar keys?"

"Master Joe has Reed's collar key. I have a biometric lock keyed to Joe's fingerprint. We don't have spares, Master."

We put all our ingredients into the slow cooker, and then Derek had me show him the movie of the breeding we'd put on at Club Mocha while I sat in his lap and he fondled me. About halfway through, he picked me up as if I were a toy, and put me over his big black cock, fucking me slowly for the next half hour of the movie we made. He monitored me for orgasms, stopping whenever I got close, then speeding up when I wasn't. When he finished, he left me on his cock while he slowly shrank, randomly thrusting every minute or so to keep him with the semblance of an erection. A lot of his cum managed to leak out onto his lap. He told me I could clean him up later when I asked if he wanted me taking care of the mess. Before the movie finished, he had another full blown erection, and he fucked me again, not letting me orgasm, but leaving my pussy awash in his juices and mine.

When the movie ended, he let me clean him up. Again, the fact that he was all shaved down there made the task more pleasant, even when he had me lick the cum that had dripped down between his ass cheeks. They were stubble free as well.

At the conclusion of my clean up, he picked me up and laid me over the top of our dining room table. He found a towel in the linen closet, had me roll over until he could put it on the table under me, then roll back onto the towel. He put cuffs on my wrists and ankles, then tied me down spread-eagled over our table. I was tall enough he could feed me his cock and balls on one side, and fuck my pussy on the other. He inserted the anal plug in my ass, and occasionally, took advantage of both ends as he continued to question me about my life.

Never, as he fucked me, did he let me cum. He was very careful not to.

"Why do you want Joe as your bull?" He was slowly pumping my pussy at the time.

"Because he's the father of my child, Master, and I'd like my child to know his real father, and his brother and sister. To be honest, I don't know squat about raising a biracial child in this city. I know that Joe and Savannah do know how to raise a black kid, and my child will be safer if he knows how to navigate the racism he's exposed to."

"Do your parents know you're having a biracial child?" Slow pump.

"I told them immediately after I became pregnant. Master. Reed was more reluctant to tell his, I suppose because he'd picked out my breeder, whereas I'd had little input into his decision, except that I accepted Joe could be the father of our child. My parents didn't have a huge problem with it, once they knew Reed was infertile. They thought it was odd, but not damning."

"Have they met any of your black lovers? Do they know what a black cock slut you are?" Another slow pump.

"No, Master." It felt so good. He filled me so fine.

"We're going to invite them once you've got your permanent tattoos. Reed shouldn't be the only one humiliated by your status as a black cock slut and his status as a cuckold."

I hadn't really told my parents anything except I was having a black child. They hadn't even known Alexander was living with us, sleeping in my bed while Reed mostly slept in the guest room. I imagined myself talking to them when Derek told me to suck him off. I knew I'd do it. My parents would see me with this huge fat, black cock in my mouth, or worse yet, in my pussy if he fucked me. Shit, I was going to climax.

"I'm cumming, Master."

"I can tell. Twenty more swats. Ten for not asking for permission, ten more for cumming without it. If it wasn't immediately apparent, your orgasms now belong to me. You will never cum without permission, ever, without being punished for it."

"Yes, Master."

"Why did you cum?"

"I imagined myself sucking or fucking you in front of my parents, Master. You were keeping me on edge, and that was all I needed to set me off."

Derek chuckled. "I suspect you'll cum a lot while your parents are visiting."

"Yes, Master. I suspect the same."

"Is your mother submissive?" A nice slow pump. My pussy was sloshing from his three loads of cum, my previous arousal, and now my own cum.

"I don't know, Master. If she is, my parents hid it."

"Hmm. I wonder if the apple fell close to the tree, or if you're an anomaly? I wonder if I should cuckold your father?"

I thought of my mother spread-eagled over the table like I was, Derek slowly fucking her as my dad watched her take his big black cock, shooting a load of cum into her pussy.

"Permission to cum, Master."

"Permission granted. That tickles your fancy, does it?"

I couldn't answer immediately, my orgasm was so intense. I was bucking up and down on the table, speared on his prick. Why would I want my father cuckolded? Because I wanted my mother to be the black cock slut I was? The same reason Reed wanted other men to be cuckolds, so he wasn't the only one? Would it be that I wouldn't feel so strange being a black cock slut if my mother was one too? I had to admit, that was part of the reason I encouraged other women to be black bred.

"Yes, Master," I gasped, still quivering from the intensity of it.

He pulled out and had me clean him off some more. He checked the crock pot and gave everything a stir before returning to the table and my sloppy cunt. I almost orgasmed when he pushed his cock into me, I was still so close.

For the rest of the afternoon, he kept switching from my pussy to my mouth, often enough he kept me on edge and him with an erection, all without cumming. He released me at one point to use the bathroom, but told me not to wipe myself. He wanted my pussy nice and wet all afternoon. I suspected that Reed would be the beneficiary of that wetness.

When he got home at six, Derek was in my cunt again. He hadn't used my mouth for awhile, so I'm sure his cock was coated white with pussy cream at the moment. Reed heard us in the dining room and came in to see me with another huge black cock in my cunt, slowly pumping into me.

"Strip, cuckold."

"Yes, Sir."

"Yes, Master, not Sir.

"Yes, Master." Reed removed his clothes, standing naked with nothing but his cock cage.

"Are you a black cock slut and Queen of Spades, slut?" Derek asked me.

"Yes, Master."

"Will you accept permanent tattoos to that effect?"

"Yes, Master."

"Have you got anything to say about that, cuckold?"

"No, Master."

"Will you accept pussy piercings, slut?"

"Yes, Master, if it doesn't interfere with my pregnancy or the delivery of my child." I was getting close to another orgasm. Derek had sped up.