My Black Babies Ch 31

In this chapter, Vicky delivers her black baby, and gets two of the nurses in the hospital, and their husband or fiancé to agree to a black breeding. It also touches upon the normal daily life in the Vanderbilt - Madison household. This chapter contains oral, anal, interracial, group, and lesbian and bisexual sex, dominance and submission, including spanking, and black breeding, as well as taboo sex. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance. This is a copyrighted work, and not to be altered, changed, modified or published anywhere else, or in any other format, without the authors specific written permission. © Copyright, 2025

My Black Babies, Ch 31

Vicky Delivers Her First Black Baby

Master's children arrived on Saturday, their school week over, Savannah going to pick them up after she cleaned my pussy from a massive load of Master's cum. I finally had to put clothes on, but I had to wear dresses or skirts, so I could keep my pussy bare for Master to fuck or fondle me at a moments notice if the kids were gone or asleep.

Both Reed and I had to get used to not using our honorific for Master in front of the kids. We still called him Sir, but not Master, nor did Savannah call me Mistress except when I addressed her as quean after the children were in bed.

After the first Friday night and Saturday morning, when the Vanderbilts moved in, I didn't get fucked again. Master thought I was too late in my pregnancy for his big dick. He wouldn't unlock Reed to fuck me either. Reed got his cock released on Saturday night for an ass fucking with the 'Bruce', and a hand job as he licked Savannah. After he was locked up again, I would suck off Master while I rode Savannah's face and Reed continued licking Savannah. She didn't get to stop until Master climaxed into my mouth. Any orgasms Reed or I had were punished, as we didn't get permission for any of them. Master punished me, while Savannah punished Reed, to keep up her skills.

On Monday, while Joe watched Cassandra and looked for available day care centers, Savannah and I took Damien to his new school, PS 87, the William T. Sherman school and got him enrolled. Savannah gave them his old school information in Brooklyn, so they could transfer his records. Damien was taken to his new teacher's classroom right away, while we got him registered.

"Are you two married?" the administrator asked.

"No," I said, "but we might as well be. We each have our own husbands, but our families share a very large home nearby on Central Park West." I patted my own burgeoning belly. "Savannah's other child will be starting school here next year, and my child will be attending school here in five years."

"Why do you live together?" She asked.

I decided to tease Savannah a little. "My husband was infertile, and so I couldn't have children until my husband, Reed, paid Savannah's husband to breed me. Since the child will be Damien's half brother, we decided my child should be raised to know his natural father and half siblings, as well as my husband. He'll probably be the father of the two other children I have, so we're very close."

Savannah's face was red when she nodded to the woman's unspoken question. The woman was half shocked, and half amused. Savannah got out of there without further embarrassment. When we got home, Joe had found a couple of day cares he wanted to check out, and we visited both of them with Cassandra, picking one of them that she seemed to enjoy, and they felt offered Cassie more learning opportunities. We didn't leave her there that day, but she'd be there tomorrow.

On Monday, a week later, ten days after we moved in and on my due date, Ava and my mother returned for another session with Savannah and Ava's next breeding, since her first was unsuccessful. Ava had learned her lesson, and both of them wore Savannah's collar when they arrived just before lunch. My father couldn't get the time off, so it appeared that unless he was extremely lucky when he fucked Ava on the Sunday before they left, Ava would have a black baby.

Derek arrived that day, just before they did, and took up residence in our room so my mom and Ava could have the guest room. Derek was told not to fuck me either, but since he was here to fuck a baby into Ava and my mom was available, that wasn't a huge hardship for him, although sleeping with him without his big cock fucking me on occasion, was the pits for me. We fed our guests lunch, but then, while the kids were gone, the two studs fucked Ava up one side and down the other, leaving multiple batches of baby batter in her fertile womb, while Mom pleasured Savannah. A couple of times, the two men started in Mom, but finished in Ava, to maximize her pregnancy chances, but still give Mom the big, black cocks she craved. None of them got permission for their orgasms either.

Before the kids got home, Mom and Ava dressed in their slut clothes, but even Ava's included panties for the moment. I made a suggestion to Master and Savannah that it was going to be difficult to hide the activities of the adults from Damien who was too smart and mature to hide things from, and perhaps he should know a little more about what was going to go on.

"What would you suggest?" Savannah said.

"That Ava wants to have a child, and since she doesn't have a husband, that Master and Derek will be giving her one. And because you're allowing Master to have sex with her, both Mom and Ava have to submit to you and do what you tell them to do, which is the significance of the collars around their necks. You'll give them various orders while the kids are awake to say, clean up the kitchen, vacuum, and do various household chores, showing their obedience to you.

"I think that at least once tonight after Cassandra's in bed, but before Damien goes to bed, he should witness you punish the two, although not to their bare bottoms, but bent over your knee, getting spanked or paddled. They can get spanked for failing to do the jobs you gave them to your satisfaction, not for orgasms. That way, if Damien hears or sees something, and it's almost certain he will see or hear something that confuses him at some point, he'll have an explanation for it and won't get up to investigate it. If he should happen to witness something in the future between Master and me, he'll know that Joe does take these jobs occasionally, and he gets paid for them and it's done with your knowledge and consent. He won't have to worry that his family will break up, and you and Master still love one another deeply."

They looked at each other, then Derek. "What do you think, Derek?" Master asked. "You've had more experience with these things."

"I think Vicky is right. When you weren't living together, you could hide a lot of what went on, but living in the same house like this, you can't hide it for long. I assume Joe will have other breeding jobs, and in some cases, some of the sex may need to occur here. I know some of the people I've worked with have children, and past a certain age, children will discover what you're up to. In those cases, if it's explained well enough, the kids accept their parent's lifestyle choices, and can keep quiet about it. So even if Mommy wears the pants in the family, the kids will accept that. I think Damien should know now, and Cassie when she gets older will also need to be told. Don't be blatant about it, but don't treat it like it's a great mystery either, since children like to solve puzzles and mysteries."

"I think they're right, Joseph," Savannah said. "With you and Derek breeding Ava so intently during their stay, Damien is bound to find out."

"You might even be able to explain why you might want to watch Master and any of his breeding women," I said. "You're just checking to make sure it's just sex, and there's no love involved."

Savannah laughed. "I guess that's right. You two sluts get this. I'll be having you work around the house while you're here, and spanking you at least once in front of Damien."

"We understand, Mistress," Ava said, Mom nodding along.

Reed was tasked with picking up Cassandra from the day care on his way home from work. Joe and Derek went to pick up Damien from school, walking as the weather was becoming more pleasant and it was only around a mile from our home, while the women made supper.

Since we'd have time to talk to Damien before Cassie got home, we spoke to him first, with Savannah starting.

"Damien, we told you that your Dad helps women become pregnant. Do you remember that? That Miss Vicky is having one of his children, and he'll be your half brother?"

"Yes," he replied, looking at my bloated belly.

"Do you remember Miss Ava and Vicky's Mom, Linda, from when we went out to dinner?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She stroked his hair. "Miss Ava isn't married, and getting to an age where she might not be able to have children if she doesn't have them now. She's asked for our help in having a baby. She's currently in her fertile time of the month and your father and Derek are going to have sex with her to give her the baby she wants. This is okay with me. I know it's going to happen, and I approve. I won't be upset with your dad if he does give Miss Ava a baby, and in fact, may watch a few times to ensure its only sex, and that he's not becoming more attached to her than I'm comfortable with. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now normally, your father gets paid for this sort of thing. It's his job to help women have children, but we're doing this as a favor to her and Miss Linda. However, because Joe isn't getting paid, Miss Ava and her servant, Miss Linda, will be working as my servants while they are here. They'll be changing the bed linens, cooking meals and cleaning up afterwards, vacuuming, etc., while they are here. As symbols of being my servants, they are wearing those collars around their necks, which means they have to obey me and Joe, or even Derek. I have very exacting standards when it comes to cleaning my house. If they don't do a good job, I can punish them by giving them a spanking, just as I do you if you disobey me. They have already failed a few times to do as I ordered. Miss Linda, how many swats have you earned today so far?"

"Forty, Mistress." Eight orgasms already for my slut mother, and she wasn't even the primary recipient of the fucking.

"Please get over my lap. Count for me and thank me for each one."

"Yes, ma'am."

Using her hand, Savannah gave Mom a forty swat spanking to her panty clad ass. Mom counted them out and thanked her for each swat. Damien watched intently as he saw an adult spanked for the first time.

When she was finished, Savannah gave Mom a big hug, and thanked her for her service to her, and told her to obey her better from now on, giving her a kiss to her cheek before allowing her to stand.

"Miss Ava, how many swats have you earned today for being disobedient?"

"Eighty, Mistress."

"You've been very disobedient today. I would think you'd be better since I'm allowing my husband to give you a child. I don't think my hand can take another eighty swats, Miss Ava, Please get me a wooden spoon from the kitchen."

"Yes, ma'am."

Ava got a spoon and lay down over Savannah's lap. "Count and thank me for each one. You may use 'Meatballs' if the spanking becomes too severe. Other than that, don't bother saying anything else during your spanking, no matter what happens."

"Yes, ma'am."

Savannah had to be very careful, since she couldn't see Ava's bottom and what the spoon was doing to it, so she took something off her normal swats, and moved them around, spanking her thighs as well, which was a better indication of color since she had underwear on. Ava sobbed and cried softly, tears falling during her spanking, but she also orgasmed, moaning and as she did. Savannah ignored it, not acknowledging that anything other than a spanking was occurring.

"Eighty, thank you, ma'am," Ava said.

"You were a very brave girl taking eighty with a spoon, Miss Ava. I hope this means you'll be more obedient in the future. Derek would you please take Ava to her bedroom and cuddle with her a bit until she stops crying."

"Of course," Derek said.

"Miss Linda, please set the table for dinner. If everything doesn't look perfect, you'll be feeling my spoon."

"Yes, ma'am."

As soon as Linda left, Savannah asked Damien, "Do you have any questions about what just happened?"

"No, ma'am. Her spanking was hard, wasn't it?"

"It was, and that's because she's an adult and should know better by now. She agreed to this when I told her that your Dad could help her have a baby. She knew what she was getting herself into. I also gave her a way to stop it, if it became too much to bear, and if she wanted to, she could have said, 'Meatballs', and I would have stopped. That was part of her agreement."

"Miss Vicky has a collar too. Does that mean she's a servant?" Damien asked.

Savannah looked to me for guidance for this new question. "I'm not your mother's servant," I said. "I'm your father's. We paid for our baby, and normally, I would only get one. That's one of your mother's rules. But we became friends when you went to the zoo. Do you remember that day?"

"Yes."

"After meeting me, she decided that Joe could give me more than one child. That she'd change her rules just for Reed and me. That's part of the reason we live together now. Because we're friends and like to take care of each other as friends do, but he made a different rule, just for me and Reed. We had to become his servants, except it's not like a normal servant. We don't have to cook or clean like normal servants, although we have to share in taking care of our new house, but as equals. He doesn't pay us for our service. But it extends to other things we do. Reed and I help him find more work, and we try to remain on his good side, so that he'll still want to give us two more children. Our service to him will be our way of paying for the next two children your father gives me. Can you understand that?"

"Yes."

"So I will do a lot of the things your father wants in different ways, and sometimes Reed does things for him too, so we'll remain friends and continue enjoying each other's company. As a symbol, we wear your Dad's collar. Partly, it's to show that he's the father of my baby, a baby Reed couldn't give me. I know it's complex, but as you grow older, I'm sure you'll understand more than you do now."

"Okay."

Apparently, Damien got sufficient information that he didn't think it was a big deal when Master and Derek took Ava to her room to breed her after supper, nor when Savannah chose to watch her husband fucking another white slut. He did have a question when Mom finished cleaning the kitchen and went into the bedroom to join them.

"Why is Miss Linda going into their room?" Damien asked.

"Somebody has to keep the sheets clean," I said. "That is part of my mother's job."

"Oh, okay."

"Would you like to show me some more of your art works? I really enjoy seeing what you do."

"Sure."

"We'll get Cassandra in bed first, and then you can show me what you've done since the last time I looked."

I put Cassie in bed and then we looked at Damien's drawings until Savannah came out and told him it was time for bed.

After we put Damien to bed, quean had to lick my pussy as Joe bred the older, but still lovely Ava as a reminder she was still my quean, and because she didn't have her chastity belt on.

That night, Derek still had enough juice to fuck Reed once as Reed licked me, before he collapsed in exhaustion. Since Reed hadn't had enemas prior to his ass fucking, both cleanings involved a wet washcloth before we went to sleep, Derek in the middle between Reed and me.

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Once the kids were gone the next morning, it was make sperm deposits in Ava all the time. At this point, I wasn't involved much, but while the two would fuck her bent over the living room couch, I was told to masturbate to five orgasms, none of which I received permission for. All of us received our punishments before the children got back, and it was Savannah who punished us all, staying in practice, her hand on me, paddle on Mother, and whip on Ava. I couldn't go over her lap, so just braced myself against the back of a chair while she smacked me smartly on the buttocks. That night, a caged Reed was sent to Savannah's room to pleasure her orally, while Derek and Master spit roasted me in our bedroom, ass and mouth, as my ass was the only place other than my mouth that Master wanted a big black cock going. I didn't know how either of them had any juice left after all the breeding they'd both done today, but let's just say that Reed didn't have much to clean up when he rejoined me and Derek in our bed. I had taken enemas first, and Reed's tongue delved deep in my butt to collect Joe's semen.

Savannah and I went grocery shopping at Trader Joe's on Wednesday morning while the men did their best to inseminate Ava. While in the tea and coffee aisle, my water broke. Having had two kids herself, Savannah was not nearly as panicked as I was.

"It might still be a day or two before you actually deliver," she said, calming me down. "I'll notify Reed, and put you in a taxi to the hospital. Where were you going to deliver?"

"King's County in Brooklyn. We didn't have a hospital in Manhattan."

"Call your OB and see if they have a hospital near here they recommend."

We notified the staff of the mess in the aisle and I had a seat and called my obstetrician while Savannah notified Reed that my water broke.

"We don't know where she's going yet," Savannah said to my husband, "but wrap up whatever business you have and head home. She'll be going to a hospital nearby, not King's County."

My doctor's office told me that they had Obstetricians on staff at Mount Sinai, and to head there. My doctor wouldn't make my delivery, but one of the practice's doctors would. Savannah texted Reed and told him I was headed there, and she put me in a taxi to Mount Sinai, while she finished up our shopping. She also notified Master, Derek and my mother that my water broke, and which hospital I was headed to.

She hailed a taxi and the taxi driver looked at my size and the wet spot on my dress.

"How close are you to delivering?"

"I don't know, but I haven't even had my first contraction yet."

"We should be good then. Where to?"

"Mount Sinai."

"Not too far either. Better and better."

He pulled out a towel from the trunk, put it on the seat and helped me in, and Savannah went back to our shopping while I rode to the hospital.

I started my first contraction in the taxi on the way. The driver started timing them. The next one started fifteen minutes later, just as we pulled up to the hospital. He got me a wheel chair and wheeled me into check in.

"Contractions are fifteen minutes apart," he reported to the nurse.

I handed him three twenties, about twice the fare, and told him to keep the change.

"Thanks for your help."

"No problem. At least I didn't have to deliver it."

"Have you before?" I asked.

"Once. I had to steam clean the back seat. It's why I carry towels now."

I gave them my insurance information and the medical practice, of my doctor and they wheeled me to maternity, where the orderly reported my contractions were still fifteen minutes apart.

"Has your husband been notified?" The intake specialist asked.

"Yes," I said. "He has to come from his job in Brooklyn, so it might take a while for him to get here, but he knows. My mother is in town from Rochester, and she might be on her way as well."

"When was your due date?"

"Two days ago."

"Right on time then, as these things go. You might want whoever is coming to bring you some different clothes," the nurse said.