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My Black Babies Ch 25

My Black Babies Ch 25

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In this chapter, both the Vanderbilts and Madisons sell their houses. The real estate agent on the Madison sale becomes Dereks slave slut, agreeing to be black bred, and cuckolding her husband with his permission. This chapter contains oral sex, anal sex. Interracial sex, lesbian sex, cuckolding, Dominance, submission, pegging, gay sex, and spanking. This work is copyrighted, and not to be edited, copied, altered, republished, or sold in any other forum for written or spoken works without the author's permission. Β©

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Copyright, 2024.

My Black Babies, Ch 25

Josephine

When Mom and Dad got up the day of their departure, Reed had already left for work, as he had a meeting with a potential new client. Master and I were making breakfast.

"Who are you feeding today, Master?" Mom asked.

"Neither of you."

"Why not?" Dad asked.

"Your submission ended last night when Savannah left. Ava is Linda's Mistress now, and she's not here."

"Does that mean I don't get sex before I leave?" Mom asked.

"Not without the permission of your Mistress. Other than your husband, your sex partners and orgasms belong to her. You're a permanent submissive now."

Mom immediately called Ava.

"Mistress, before returning to Rochester, may I please fuck Master Derek?"

We couldn't hear her answer. It must not have been good, because Mom looked unhappy. She got about two to three minutes of instruction before she said, "Yes, Mistress. I understand. Thank you."

"What did she say?" Master asked, a smile on his face.

"Mistress said I didn't get to have a cock in my slut cunt until after both she and Terry had fucked Jeffery dry. The only thing that can go into my pussy is the toy Savannah told her about. It will be fully charged when I leave, put in music mode, and we must crank up the music on the drive back. She will punish me for all the orgasms I have on the drive, and to report each one to her. If Jeffery needs relief, I have to suck him off, including on the drive. She said I wouldn't get to fuck another BBC until after I'd licked her cum off your cock when she comes for additional Domme training. I can suck you off before I leave if it pleases you, Sir.

"Since Jeffery is still off tomorrow, she ordered me to her house, where Jeffery may participate in all the sexual activities she can offer him, while I wait on them. I'm to keep every pussy and cock clean and keep Jeffery's dick hard for their fucking. Based upon Savannah's conversation with her, she expects a dramatic improvement in my pussy pleasing skills, and failure to demonstrate the proper level of improvement will also result in punishment."

"Sounds perfect, Whore. As soon as we eat, you can suck me off before you pack."

Master fed me, and he had me climaxing three times as he did, none of them with his permission. He was right about the slave heat. Between my submission, the piercings and treating me like the slut I was in front of my parents, my pussy was on a low boil, ready to bubble over at any time.

The kitchen cleaned up, Master had a seat in the living room and had my Mother suck him off to a magnificent orgasm. She drank down every drop of his sweet cream. My parents packed and left around ten. I hugged them both goodbye.

"Call me if you have any problems related to your submission, or anything that happened here," I said. "Perhaps I can help you work through any issues that arise."

"We will," Dad said. "It's been an interesting visit."

"It has indeed," I laughed. "We all learned a lot about each other we didn't know before. Let me know how you enjoyed Ava and Terry. It's about time you got to stick your dick in another pussy, considering all the dick Mom got."

"Even that wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."

"Reed would agree with you."

After they left, Master worked out again, naked, while I read more interracial porn to him. His big, black cock got hard, and I had to suck him off, licking his sweaty balls while doing so. His shaved sack had a very musky, masculine scent, and I think the absence of pubic hair, reduced the more odious scents that might linger in your pubes. I enjoyed sucking him off, but it also made me horny as hell, a horniness for which I'd receive no relief.

Master left after lunch, visiting the six other breeders, including Wanda, we'd developed, to check on their status, and to throw them a good condom covered fuck. He was going to gather information about their breeding cycles while he was out, so we could consider developing another show. It might take another month before we were sure they were ready to breed, but it might take time to develop the show. Marco and Yvette could create something good. All the interracial porn I'd read had given me some ideas, but a lot might depend on the number of breeding women we could throw together.

Instructed to spend at least two hours walking around the house with my Ben Wa balls, I walked, did some bends and squats as part of my exercise routine. He wouldn't return until after nine PM.

"You can spend an hour making out with Reed after supper," Derek said, "Just kissing, lips only, no fondling or caressing, except for your backs. No butts, pussy, balls or breasts. You can kiss down to the neck, but no further. Other than that, the day is yours."

"Thank you, Master." I knew Reed would appreciate kissing, and it didn't strictly violate the black only rule. Since I had little else to do that afternoon, I called Kiki and Clara, who still hadn't contacted me after the show, but had expressed an interest and had each attended an act.

I started with Carla, the delivery girl who'd brought the pizza to our planning party.

"Hey, Carla, this is Vicky, the woman who paid you when you delivered those pizzas to the show planning party? You know, the one with all the naked white women and the black studs?"

"Yeah, sure, I remember you."

"Did you attend our little show?"

"God, I did. It was so hot."

"Would you like to be in one like it?"

"Do you mean get black bred like that?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

"I can't afford to have kids. I'm not married or anything. I'm barely surviving myself. I live in a dump."

"How much would you need to be paid to have a child?"

"I don't know. A lot. It's an enormous responsibility to raise a child. Costs a lot of money."

"I agree. What do you think is a reasonable number?"

"It would have to be over a couple hundred thousand, at least."

"I think that's too low. I don't think you should do it for under 500."

"500. You think I could get 500?"

"The unmarried women in the last show got a million. I'm not saying you can get a million. The actual amount you get depends on how many pay to see the show, how many people you need to share it with. It also depends upon if you get pregnant, and actually deliver the child. But, if you don't get at least 500 for having a baby, don't do it. You could get over a hundred just for participating, but you would have to be fertile. This is a breeding show, not a sex show."

"What would I have to do to get in a show?"

"You need to medical clearance, so we know you're disease free, and it probably wouldn't hurt if we knew you were fertile and could have a child. That's where the big dollars come from, carrying a biracial child. You get something for your participation in the sex, but more than half comes from actually having a baby. The other thing you need to understand is that you'll be having sex with multiple men during the show, in front of a paying audience. The number may vary depending upon the show, but for three days, expect that you'll be bred by at least five well endowed black men, once or twice a day, on your three most fertile days.

"Once you're cleared to have sex, we'd let you have sex with a few of them, just so you see what the sex would be like. I'm assuming you're single?"

"Yes."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

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"Not really."

"Have you ever licked pussy?"

"What's that have to do with anything?"

"Some of the potential breeders are married, and in order for the wives to allow their husbands to fuck some cute little white girl, they expect the girl to lick them to orgasm every time their husband fucks them. We have some single guys as well, so if that's not something you'd consider doing, we could put you with a single fellow. I'm just checking to see if I need to concern myself with that."

"I've done nothing like that before, but I guess I'm not adamantly opposed to doing it. I have been curious about what it would be like. Would they be cute?"

"Several of the wives were in the play as slave women. We needed one pregnant woman who's actually married to a white guy, but the rest were the wives of the married black men. Since that show, we've added one more married guy and one more single guy to the possible black breeders, and we lost one who's going to get married. His fiancΓ©e wanted him to stop participating. You saw the women. What did you think?"

"They were all pretty, so I guess I could consider doing it."

"Think about it for a few days, and if you decide to go ahead with it, get an appointment with a doctor and, once you've gotten your results, contact me. Once you do so, we'll discuss your current birth control and your fertility schedule."

"Okay."

My call to Kiki, the waitress on my date with Abe, did not go as well. She didn't want to have a child at this point in her life without a partner to help care for it. She liked the idea of trying out some sex with some big black dicks, but couldn't afford the fees for the Mocha Club. I told her I could let her try out one of the big dicks I was getting, but it was a tryout, not a boyfriend or a regular happenstance. She agreed to come Friday evening for a taste.

I was starting my exercising when I got a knock on the door. I went to the peephole and saw a professionally dressed, mid-thirties woman, well put together, and an elderly couple, mid-sixties or older.

"Can I help you?" I said through the door.

"We were passing by, saw the For Sale sign, grabbed one of the brochures out of the box, and this couple is interested."

"I need a moment to put something on," I said. "You caught me doing some nude yoga. Give me a couple of minutes to throw something on and I'll let you in."

"We'll wait, but hurry. It's chilly out here."

"Of course."

I threw on a pullover sweater dress. I already had one of my shelf bras on and figured I didn't need the underwear. It took me three minutes, tops. I rushed back and let them in.

"Hello, my name is Vicky Madison. Come in."

"Pleased to meet you, Vicky. I'm Josephine Tandy and I work for Coldwell Banker Realty, and this lovely couple is Mortimer and Alicia Evans."

"I'm happy to meet you. What can I tell you about the house?"

"You're the owner?"

"With my husband, Reed, yes."

"Mort and Alicia are looking to downsize. They don't live too far away so they know the neighborhood, but they've got too much house at the moment. Can I ask why you're selling?"

"As you can probably tell, I'm pregnant and we need something with more bedrooms. Two just won't be enough. The room we use as an office needs to stay an office, as my husband does some work at home if he's busy. We frequently have guests and if the guest room becomes a nursery, we won't have enough room. We've put an offer in for a five bedroom in Manhattan as I intend to have three children, so we're pretty motivated."

"I saw it went on the market fairly recently. Any other offers pending?"

"Not yet. Most families are looking for three or more bedrooms. Our agent said it would take the right person, either someone who's looking to downsize, or newlyweds just starting out like we were when we purchased it. If you're interested, would your offer be contingent on the sale of their house?"

"They've already received an offer on their house, so they're motivated as well. What's the status on appliances?"

"All appliances are staying, including the washer and dryer. The stove, water heater and heater are all natural gas, the rest are electric."

"May we look around?"

"Of course. I'll wait here so you can have some privacy to discuss things."

"Are you having a boy or girl?" Alicia asked.

"A boy. My husband is pretty excited."

"I imagine. Thank you for letting us look around without an appointment."

"No problem."

I continued doing some of my exercising while they toured the house. No walking around, just the squats and bends. I lost my Ben Wa balls twice. The squats were always hard to keep the balls in my pussy. I didn't lose them anymore from walking or crawling, but the squats were trickier. They took around twenty minutes to do their tour, checking the attic, which was used for storage, and the basement, where the washer, dryer, house heater and water heater were. They were conversing in low voices in the kitchen when they finished.

They finally came to a decision and returned to the living room.

"Considering the advanced state of your pregnancy, you keep a very tidy house," Jocelyn said.

"I have lots of help. My husband is very helpful around the house. He usually makes breakfast, and our current guest helps clean. The guest uses it as another form of exercise to stay in shape. He used to be in the military, so he likes things squared away."

"Would you consider an offer of $890,000 fair?"

That was 10,000 less than our asking price, which was 2,000 less than our appraisal. On the other hand, it would be nice to make the move and get to our new place before the baby arrived.

"I'd have to ask my husband. I'm inclined to think we might accept, but he's the money guru."

"Can you talk to him now?"

"He's in a meeting with some new clients. I can't speak to him until he gets home tonight."

"Here's my card. Please call me when he gets home."

"We'll do that."

"Nude Yoga, huh?" Josephine asked.

"Well, not really yoga, but exercising. I'm too big for downward facing dog. I need to stay in shape as much as possible. It will help me recover after the delivery."

"Mort got quite excited to think you were exercising nude," Alicia said, with her arm around her husband. "When we get home, I might need to take advantage of that. Thanks for letting us look at your beautiful home."

I laughed. "Anything for the cause," I said. "Any time he might need a little encouragement, he can imagine me exercising in my altogether."

Alicia laughed too and steered her husband back to Josephine's car.

Josephine paused for a moment. "Is your husband black?"

What an odd question. Then I remembered the Queen of Spades tattoo on my arm. I smiled.

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"No, he's not."

"Is the baby his?"

"No, it's not."

"My husband has wanted me to have sex with a black man. Would I enjoy it?"

"It depends on the black man, I imagine."

"Is yours any good?"

"He's superb. Listen, when I call you tonight, you can have your husband on speaker and we can discuss a few things. I just might have an excellent offer for you, and I'm not talking about the house."

Josephine nodded slowly, smiled and joined her clients.

******

When Reed got home, I told him about the offer on our house. He thought we should make a counteroffer at 895.

"What do you think, Mistress?" Reed asked.

"I'd like to move before I deliver, but I'm not opposed to making a counteroffer, as long as it doesn't drive them off. I'd like to sell, but they've got an offer on their house as well, so they're as motivated as we are. It wouldn't hurt to try. Something else cropped up while they were here."

"What's that, Mistress?"

"The real estate agent, Josephine, noticed the Queen of Spades' tattoo on my arm. She asked me if my husband was black?"

"What did you say, Mistress?"

"I said you weren't, and that my baby wasn't yours, which is the second question she asked me. She said her husband has been wanting her to fuck a black guy, and she asked about it. I'm wondering how deep his black cuckold fetish goes, and if I could turn her into a breeder. When we call her tonight, her husband is going to be on and I'm going to check out the possibilities.

"There was a waitress at the restaurant where Abe and I went named Kiki. She's coming over to get fucked by Master tomorrow, and I'm going to invite Josephine and her husband to watch. Depending on how that goes. Master may end up fucking Josephine as well, and then we'll see if the husband would like to see her bred. Does that make your dick hard?"

"It would if I weren't caged, Mistress."

"As soon as we're done eating and make the call. Master said we could cuddle naked in bed together. We're allowed to kiss, but no lower than the neck, and hold each other, although our hands aren't allowed to wander anywhere but on our backs. He thought you might enjoy that. Would you?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress. I'd love that."

"Let's eat, then make our phone call, then we can snuggle."

******

After the kitchen was clean, we got into bed naked and I called Josephine back. I told her I was putting her on speaker so both Reed and I could talk, then I asked if her husband was listening.

"He is."

"What's your name, cuckold?" I asked.

"Jeremy, but I'm not a cuckold," he replied.

"If you want Josephine to fuck a black stud, you're a cuckold. It just hasn't happened yet. If you really want that to happen, get used to thinking of yourself as one. My cuckold thought we should counteroffer at 895. 890 is twelve thousand below the appraisal price."

"While that's true, the amount that you receive from the sale isn't twelve thousand less. It's probably closer to ten."

"Why's that?" I asked.

"Because the sales commission and taxes on a sale are based on the purchase price, and they're a percentage. So, a seven percent commission means the commission is also less, as are the taxes."

"She's right, Mistress," Reed said.

"Are your clients motivated or not?" I asked.

"They are, but they need to reduce the purchase price as much as possible."

"Why?"

"Mortimer has cancer. The medical expenses are killing them. It's one reason they're selling. He can't take care of their larger house anymore. Alicia could very well end up on her own. It's why they're downsizing."

That put a different spin on things, if she was telling the truth and not throwing me a line.

"Here's what I'm willing to do," I said. "If you bring me proof that Mortimer has cancer when you bring the contract, we'll sign it at 890. If you don't, then offer 895."

"That's fair."

"Then let's get to the other part of our conversation. Jeremy, why do you want your wife to fuck a black stud?"

"Because it excites me."

"Have you had sex outside of your marriage before now, Josephine?"

"No, we've just been talking about it for a couple of months, watching some interracial porn. We haven't done anything yet, but buy a big black dildo and fantasize a little."

"How big is your dildo?"

"Eight inches."

"Do you have children?"

"No."

"By choice?"

"No. Jeremy is infertile."

"So was Reed, which is why I'm carrying a black child myself. Would you like to have a child?"

"Are you suggesting I have a black child?"

"Yes, I am. What do you think of that, cuckold? Would you like Josephine to have a black child? Do you want the world to know that you weren't man enough to give her a baby, so you had to get a black man to fuck one into her?"

Jeremy didn't answer right away. I'm not surprised. Even with a black cuckolding fetish, he might not want a biracial child. He might not have imagined that as a possible outcome yet.

When he hadn't answered after a minute, I pushed a little. "You do, don't you? You just don't want Josephine knowing how perverse you are; that you'd welcome having the proof you were a cuckold? Just admit it."

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