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My Black Babies Ch 26

My Black Babies Ch 26

by thors_fist
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Josephine is slowly turned into a more submissive white slut, accepting Derek's Dominance over her. Emily comes to notify her daughter that she's pregnant with a black child. Reed's sister, Jennifer, and her husband, John arrive to find Vicky naked and sucking a huge black cock. They watch the movie of the breeding show Emily participated in, while Emily gets fucked for real. This chapter contains anal sex, oral sex, lesbian sex, gay sex, cuckolding, Dominance and submission. This is a copyrighted work, and should not be copied, edited, altered or published anywhere, either written or acted, without the author's written permission. © Copyright, 2024

My Black Babies, Ch 26

Emily and Vicky Admit All to Jennifer and John

When we got home, Reed had obediently done as I requested. He'd taken his enemas, and his suit bag was packed and waiting by the door.

"Before I let you go to Wanda's, I need to ensure I do what I can to make you want to come back to me," I said. "Master has given me leave to suck you off while he fucks you, as many times as I can make you cum before he does. Please join us in our bed, cuckold."

As soon as we entered the bedroom, I undressed Master, and then had Reed undress me. I got Reed's key and unlocked his cock, which sprang up quickly. I stroked him and fondled his nuggets.

"I think your exercises are starting to show some improvement to your body," I said, running my other hand down his chest. Your little paunch seems to be almost completely gone, and I'm starting to see some definition in your arms and legs. Excellent, honey." I kissed him chastely.

I lubed up Master's cock and Reed's pucker and helped Master aim his cock at the starred opening of my husband's ass. As Master eased forward, Reed grunted when his pucker parted for Master's prick. Master gave him a minute or so to get used to the intrusion, before he started to fuck him.

With Master starting to thrust, I squirmed underneath Reed and began to suck. This was no teasing seduction, but to get him off as fast and as many times as possible as Reed got shafted by our Master.

The first one came quickly, and voluminously, Reed enjoying the freedom after his enforced chastity and with Master's long black cock massaging his prostate. I kept sucking through his orgasm, even as his cock became sensitive. I was able to get him off three times before Master ejaculated in his ass. I did the clean up on both of them, dipping my tongue in his bung to get as much of Master's cum as I could. While tonguing his gaping pucker, I also stroked his cock with my lubed up hand, giving him a fourth orgasm, pulsing out his sperm on the towel he had underneath of him, before I felt he was clean and his pucker closed enough he wouldn't leak.

I also cleaned off Master, whose limp snake lay across his leg while he'd waited for me to finish with Reed. Reed was surprised when he was not only not locked up again, but when I was allowed to sleep between my two men.

"You won't be caged again until you return after work on Friday, Reed. Enjoy your freedom. I hope you have a good time with Wanda."

Unused to experiencing unfettered freedom, and to sleeping naked against my body, Reed's cock was pressed against my ass for most of the night, at least while I was awake. I woke him up with another blow job, this one as good as I could give him, before I sent him off to fuck another woman, one who wasn't pregnant and fat.

After Reed left Monday morning, Master discussed Josephine's training with me as we exercised, particularly, that night, where she would be pushed deep into submission. She called mid-morning and said she had a Doctor's appointment early tomorrow, and the doctor agreed to put a rush on any lab work so she could be bred in two weeks. She'd have to work late on Tuesday evening to make up for it, but Master made arrangements to go shopping with Josephine and her husband to buy her slut/slave clothes this evening.

I called Rayfield and told him about our plans to perform another breeding show and asking him if he'd like to participate and that he'd get paid, but the amount would be unknown, although I was confident he'd get at least $10,000 for fucking a white slut for a day with four other men. I explained the scenario chosen for her breeding. He said he'd often played poker with other firemen while waiting for calls, so he thought it was an excellent idea.

"How exactly does this work?"

"We have three slightly different variations of the poker games, and we'd do a different variation each day. We even thought we'd rotate the poker players, so we could use nine different men for the three days. That gives them more reason to watch, because it's not the same show every day. Our customers are charged $10,000 apiece to watch as much or little as they want over three days. You'd have to fuck the slut at least twice each show. Half of the money is immediately distributed to the participants in the fucking, a third of a share for each day you fucked. If you fucked her all three days, you'd get one full share. We'd also give an additional amount ranging from a half share to a full share to the stud who knocked her up.

"The remainder of the money goes to the woman if she gets pregnant, to help raise the child, or goes back to the audience. They're paying to watch a woman get bred in front of her husband, so no pregnancy, no more money. For the last show, we had two hundred customers. If we get two hundred more, that's two million dollars. After expenses, we split the remainder. For simplicity sake, say we have a million to split. A full share is $167,000, roughly. The slut gets a full share because she's fucked all three days. A third share is 55,000. A half share is 83,000. You fuck all three days, you get 167,000, two days 110,000 and then 55 for only one day, although you also have a shot at the 83,000 knock up fee. With 200 guests, which isn't guaranteed, you have a possibility of $250,000 in your pocket, from which you'll have to pay the taxes. With any fewer than 200 guests, it goes down, but I'm sure we can get enough paying customers to guarantee you get a minimum of 10,000. The slut is getting knocked up no matter what her share will be.

"We also intend to have future shows. I've got several sluts lined up, but we're waiting until we're sure they'll be fertile, which might be another month or two. As long as you're willing to keep breeding white sluts, we'll be able to pay you something for the show. You're not responsible for child support for any kids you might breed into someone. They've signed contracts accepting responsibility for the children, which is why the slut is getting so much money."

"Yeah, I think I'm in."

"It helps if you help advertise it. I know none of your fireman buddies can probably afford the ten grand fee, but maybe you know folks, which reminds me, how is everything going with Rory and Linda? He watched the first show, which might have contributed to their desire to try black dick themselves."

"It sounded at first as if they'd use my services only once a month, or so, but I just fucked her for the second time this month this Saturday. It seems to be dropping down to every other week."

"In front of Rory, I hope."

"Oh, yeah, he was there. He does like to watch. As long as Rory feels like he's in charge of her cunt, he doesn't seem to mind her getting a black dick fix more often. A lot of times, she's polishing his knob while I fuck her, or vice versa. We even DP'd her once, with Rory in her ass."

"I thought someone her age was too old to breed, but my husband's mother just got bred at age 51. You might want to float the possibility of Linda being black bred, and see what they say. That might be further than they want to go, but you never know."

"I'll ask the next time I see them."

"We'll probably need to start meeting in a week to discuss the show and the possible dialog, which will be essentially ad libbed. You can do some run throughs and maybe hit up the slut with a condom."

"Is she hot?"

"So fucking hot, I'm attracted to her," I said, laughing. "I'll text you more details as I get them. We're waiting for her medical clearance."

******

I got a call from Emily around four, just before we started dinner.

"What's up, baby Mama?" I said.

"The doctor confirmed I'm pregnant, Vicky, and as far as she can determine since my periods weren't regular enough to establish a date, but based upon what size the fetus is, I got pregnant during the first two weeks of January. I'm going to have a black baby, just like you."

"Does the doctor think you're healthy enough to keep it?"

"She does. She says there's no physical reason I can't carry it to term."

"Well, Jennifer is scheduled to arrive two weeks from today. Do you want to fly in the day before so we can present her with a united front and get a little more black dick fix before she comes."

"That would be lovely. I'm so nervous. Another baby at my age, and not with Jennifer's father."

"I've got a new part-time Master now to replace Alexander. His name is Derek and he's got a ten inch cock just like Joseph does. Do you want to be fucking him when Jennifer and John enter the house?"

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"I don't know if I could. I mean, she could leave immediately, and not even give us a chance to explain, and I don't know if I could be naked in front of John."

"You're naked in front of your own son now, and you're worried about John?"

"To start, yes. I don't want to just rip the band aid off. I want to tell them what happened first, before I start fucking in front of them."

I laughed. "I understand. I know I was embarrassed as hell when you found out about me. It was even worse for my parents. I was down on the floor with my ass up, giving them a full monty of my pussy and ass when they walked through the door."

"Oh, I would have died."

"Eight months ago, I probably would have. A lot of things have changed since then. Not dying was one of them."

She laughed. "Yeah. I suppose. If you'd have told me at Thanksgiving, I'd be fucking big black dicks with my husband's permission, and licking your pussy, I would have said you needed to be committed. Yet here I am, black bred and wondering how I'm possibly going to explain it to my daughter."

"Well, since you won't be fucking Master when your daughter enters the room, maybe I will. There's nothing like waving a ten inch black wand around to make a girl understand why a slut might want to fuck it."

Emily laughed. "Well, at least I'm a little less nervous about telling her. Thanks."

"We need to send out a notice to your audience and adoring fans, and then I can send you more money. I'll need you and Ethan to do a sexy picture with you holding up a positive pregnancy test and some kind of sign. Maybe something like, 'I'm fifty-one years old and I'm having a black baby. What am I going to tell my daughter?"

"Oh, that fits right in, doesn't it."

"It sure does."

"We'll cook something up tonight and I'll send it to you."

"Great. You be good, Emily."

"I left 'good' two months ago. Now, I'm just another black bred slut."

I laughed again, "Goodbye, Emily. Black bred sluts, unite."

******

Master and I picked up Jeremy and Josephine and took them out to dinner at the River Cafe, at the foot of the Brooklyn Bridge just before we'd cross into Manhattan. It was a pretty swanky place despite the Cafe in the name, with long white tablecloths, that would play a part in tonight's education and training.

Master attached a leash to Josephine's collar and led her into the restaurant. She hadn't had a chance to purchase slut clothes yet, but Master had instructed her to remove her bra and panties before we picked them up. Her large, luscious breasts were unfettered under a translucent blouse. She still had her jacket over her blouse, so her breasts were playing hide and seek with all of the eyes watching her as she followed three feet behind Master. I suspected that Josephine's pussy was dripping as we crossed the room in front of everyone.

On top of that, Jeremy sat down without permission, so he was told he'd have to stand by the table for fifteen minutes before he was allowed to sit. I waited until I had permission. Josephine was pulled into Master's lap, when she attempted to sit beside him.

Our waitress came for our drink orders, and Master's hand was under Josephine's breast, not quite fondling her, but making its presence known.

"My name is Pam, and I'll be your server this evening. Will that be separate checks?" she asked before taking the order.

"No, the slut's husband will pay for everything," Master said, gesturing to Jeremy.

The waitress tittered, and we gave our drink orders. Water only for Josephine and me, a martini for Jeremy and Crown Royal on the rocks for Master.

All through the meal, Josephine was kept on Master's lap as he fed her. The supremely masculine black adonis, Derek, with the luscious white bombshell, Josephine, on his lap with both a collar around her neck and a leash depending from that collar as she was fed, had half of the eyes in the restaurant watching her, perhaps more when she orgasmed on his fingers with a throaty moan. The waitress could see his dark hand under her skirt between her white thighs, rhythmically moving as Josephine gasped and locked lips with Master to suppress her soft cry.

It was my job to constantly tease Jeremy, nearly shaking with the intensity of his arousal and the pain he experienced from his poor cock, locked in his cage. I kept making pointed references to his wife squirming on Master's lap, how he was releasing Josephine's inner slut and turning her into his fuck toy, willing to do almost anything for her Master. She would prove how willing shortly.

When Derek pulled his slime slicked fingers from between her legs and fed them to Josephine, the waitress had to say something.

"That is so fucking hot. May I please ask you what you're doing?"

"I'm turning this fine looking white woman into my slave slut before I plant a black baby into her womb, because her husband wasn't man enough to do it."

I swear the waitress almost orgasmed hearing those words in his melodious baritone as Josephine sucked her pussy juices off his fingers. It appeared she was rubbing her thighs together as she watched.

"I estimate that in three weeks, she'll be carrying my child and give her husband a nice present for next Christmas, a smiling black face to go on their Christmas cards."

He wouldn't be the only one doing that, but his point was made for Pam. She hurried away so fast, I imagined her running to the ladies room to rub one off.

When she came back to take our dessert order, Josephine was under those long, white tablecloths sucking her Master's cock. Master had his chair pushed in under the table so nothing was visible to anyone else. If you listened closely, you could hear slurping over the sounds of the busy restaurant.

"Where's the slut?" The waitress asked, already accustomed to Josephine being referred to as the white slut. She wasn't the only one at the table, but I was a secondary one at the current time as Master deepened Josephine's submission, although my QOS tattoo and pregnant belly announced to the world I'd been bred black.

"She's having her creamy dessert now, isn't she cuckold?" Master said to Jeremy.

"Yes, sir."

"She's being a very good little slut for her Master, isn't she?"

"Yes, sir." Jeremey was squirming too, a grimace of pain on his face.

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The rest of us ordered our desserts. The waitress stood close to Master to see if she could see what she could clearly hear at the moment, the sound of a woman struggling to suck a big, fat, ten inch black cock. I was certain she wanted to see how big his cock was, but the tablecloth hid everything.

When she returned with our desserts, Master had his "O" face on, both hands under the table holding Josephine's head as she extracted his male essence from his balls. It was a nice three level blow job, timed to coincide with Pam's return, so Josephine could crawl out from under the table in the waitress' presence, licking her lips.

Master pulled her into his lap again and kissed her deeply for fifteen seconds, playing tongue tag, uncaring her mouth tasted of his cock.

"Did you enjoy your dessert, slut?" He said to her after the kiss.

"Yes, Master. You're very tasty." She tried to kiss him again, but Master pulled away.

"Not yet, slut. Your Master still needs his dessert."

"Yes, Master."

Pam hadn't left after leaving our desserts. She still stood beside our table looking like she wanted to rub one off in front of us.

"Is there anything else?" Master asked Pam.

"Can I give you my phone number," Pam said.

She had both an engagement and wedding ring on her finger, which Master made clear he saw when he lifted her hand and kissed the rings.

"What would your husband say if I called you?" Master asked.

"Does he have to know?"

"I don't break up marriages," Master said. "He has to know and accept what you're doing."

The dejection of Pam's face was palpable.

"Ask your husband if he would like to watch a sex show," I said.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean ask him if he'd like to watch Josephine and her Master fuck. Simple enough. Would he watch a live sex show with you? I'm guessing there's a fifty percent chance that he would. Men like watching porn. Don't tell him you want to fuck our Master. Just ask if he wants to watch and see if he enjoys it, and can figure out on his own what you'd like to do. He might be more open to the idea after watching Slut begging for her Master's cock. We'll see."

"When?"

"When are you both free? It has to be in the evening as Josephine works."

"What about the weekend?"

"Busy this weekend, and the next. We're planning Josephine's black breeding."

"I could maybe take off on Thursday evening?"

"Done. Give me your phone number and I'll text you the address and the time."

Pan gave me her phone number. "Do you have children?" I asked.

"Two."

"You look great for having two children. Would you like a third?"

"Black?"

"Yes."

"I don't know if I could do that."

"We can discuss that if your husband wants to see you fuck my Master. If he doesn't, it's a moot point anyway."

"He's your Master too?"

"In a manner of speaking. He's not my full time Master because my Master is married, but he acts for my Master most of the time. Unless I'm with my Master, Derek is my Master."

"He's so hot."

"Isn't he though. My real Master, the father of my baby, is just as hot. Being the filling in their Oreo sandwich is so fucking good."

******

After the restaurant, it was off to Bloomingdale's for some slut clothes for the new slut. Once again, Josephine entered the store following her Master, with Jeremy and I tagging along. Master picked out five sets of sexy lingerie. Two of the panties were crotchless except they had pearls that slipped between her folds and rubbed her clit, and two of the bras were demi cup, not covering her nipples, but providing support. Everything was brief, showing lots of skin.

Master picked out three business outfits, all sluttier than what she would normally wear now, and three dresses for evening wear, all of them transparent, or slinky, which would mold so nicely around her curves. He went into the dressing rooms with her as she tried everything on, and often had her nude when he opened the door so others could see her.

Once, I pretended to pick their room by accident and opened their door when Josephine was slurping down Master's cock so the room attendant, Jeremy, and another random guy waiting for his wife saw her. I held the door wide open for ten seconds before saying "Oops" and closing the door. The random dude had an erection for fifteen minutes afterward. I'm sure his wife got fucked hard that night as he imagined Josephine's red lips wrapped around Master's big black stalk.

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