My Black Babies Ch. 02

Still listening. How much humiliation could Reed take. I'd just said that Joe owned his wife's pussy, and he still listening to Joe nail me to the bed.

Joe started grunting. "I'm ready to paint your womb with my cum, slut. Reed, get ready to paint the baby's room, because I'm giving your wife a black baby to take home. Everyone is going to know you're a cuckold, Reed. Everyone is going to know it took a real man to breed your wife. Here it comes, slut. Take it. Take my cum."

Slosh, smack, slosh, smack, slosh, smack, the sounds of Joe pumping more cum into my swampy cunt, along with my scream of pleasure as he filled me again.

I looked at the phone. Still listening.

"Thank you, Joe, for breeding me again. Reed, honey, I love you for allowing a superior male to breed me, and showing me how a real man could fuck. I'll talk to you later."

I ended the call. "Unless Reed was in the toilet the whole time, puking up his guts," I said, "my husband is a cuckold. The only question is how much of one."

"We pushed him pretty hard," Joe agreed.

"Not as hard as we will when he watches on Tuesday," I said.

"You think he'll watch?"

"He'll definitely watch. I'm not sure about cleaning my pussy, or sucking your cock, but he'll watch. God, I'm starving. Fucking is hard work."

"Harder for me, than you."

"I'm not sure. Those muscles that contract when I orgasm, get a huge workout. I climaxed like twenty, twenty-five times?"

"It's up to you to keep track."

"Let's just call it a lot. While you order, I need Savannah's phone number."

"Why?" Joe asked.

"To tell her she was right about Reed, and we're setting him up for Tuesday night, like she said. Besides, I need to keep track of my new bestie. She might give me permission to get bred twice by you. It's important I keep her informed and stay on her good side. Praising her for her cuckold acumen will help."

"How does she know so much about cuckolds?"

"She's a cuckquean, and she knows it. She even knows you push her buttons every so often. When you walk out the door on a new job, telling her you're leaving to knock up another white bitch, you're reminding her she's a cuckquean. She goes through a lot of the same emotions that Reed is going through right now. I reminded her last night when I whispered to her that I was going to let you fuck me senseless, and held your hand before they were gone. She admits that some of the experience, while scary, does other, more pleasurable things as well. It's a balancing act for her. Some good, some bad, but she knows what Reed is going through. She even admitted that meeting me was hard for her, because instead of imagining some nameless, faceless bimbo fucking you, she's going to imagine me, which is more threatening to her, because she knows I'm pretty, and how much you enjoy fucking me."

So, Joe gave me her number. I didn't call, but texted. Maybe she had a hard time falling asleep last night after my little digs.

Reed listened to Joe fucking me twice this morning without hanging up. He's a cuckold, as you expected. I still need to determine how much of a cuckold he is. We'll be inviting him to watch our fucking on Tuesday night. I'm following your script to measure his degree of cuckoldry. Thanks for your help.

After I sent my text, Joe said, "When they bring the food this morning, I want you riding my cock while I'm sitting in the chair, facing the door. I want you facing the door as well, so your entire front is open."

Every day, Joe was pushing me a little more out of my safe, comfortable existence, exposing more of myself, fucking in front of other people. This wasn't like the Mocha club, where everyone knew everyone else was there for the same purpose. Joe was exposing me to more normal people, people who didn't engage in this sort of behavior all of the time. But, it did ring some of my own bells. I could have never imagined doing any of this before meeting Joe. He was slowly bringing out my inner slut, and she was eager to get out.

"I'll do it," I said.

Joe gave me the ownership smile, the one that knew I would do it for him. I'm not sure how much I'd been playing with Reed's emotions, or telling the truth when I said that Joe owned my pussy. Right now, he felt more like an owner, than a fellow conspirator.

No, that wasn't quite right. He was acting like my Bull.

******

The door was propped open, and a tip on the table when our food was brought. A young black man delivered the food. He saw me facing him, taking Joe's big, black cock in my petite white pussy when he pushed the cart through the door. He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at me, at us, fucking in front of him.

"Come closer, son," Joe said.

"Yes, sir." He slowly moved closer to our chair, where I was moaning through the climax that started when I saw him.

"Do you see the necklace hanging around this slut's neck?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do you know what it stands for?"

"Yes, sir. It means she's a slut for black cock."

"That symbol doesn't mean you can rape her, son. It only means she's receptive to the idea of fucking black dicks. You still need to ask, and get permission. I'm going to give you a choice. There's a twenty dollar bill on the table over there, a tip for your service. The choice is this. You can take the twenty off the table and leave, or you can whip out your black dick and politely, ask this woman if she'll suck your cock. If she says no, you get the money anyway. If she says yes, you get your dick sucked instead of the money. What do you want to do?"

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It had already started to grow upon seeing us. Oh, God. It was happening again.

"Ma'am, would you please suck my cock?"

I didn't say a word. I just leaned forward and opened my mouth. The young man filled it with his fine prick, pushing to the back of my mouth.

"That's a good slut," Joe said. "I'm proud of you." I shivered through another orgasm.

For the next five minutes, I was spit-roasted on their two cocks, a slut again, taking two black cocks at once. The young man gave it up, filling my mouth with his thick cream, groaning as spurt after spurt filled it to the point some spilled out of my mouth and ran down my chin. I managed to swallow the rest. Why didn't more men drink pineapple juice. His cum was so salty.

When he was finished, the young man pulled out of my mouth, wiped the cum off my chin with a finger, and fed it to me. His finger clean, he tucked his dick away, patted me on the head, and said, "Good job, slut," then left. I fucking orgasmed again, a big one, shuddering on Joe's big cock.

Joe fucked me five more minutes before I felt his cum spewing into my soggy pussy, then we ate, with his cum running out of me and down my legs. I was turning into such a whore for him.

For the rest of Sunday and all of Monday, every time Joe wasn't fucking me, I was reading up on cuckolds. He was still fucking me a lot. At least seven times every day, so I didn't have unlimited amounts of time, but I had a lot, because I wasn't doing anything else but fuck, eat, sleep, wash up, and fuck again. As good as Joe was, and he was very, very good, he still had to rest sometimes.

I would occasionally bounce ideas off Joe while we were fucking, getting his take on things as a male, who although he wasn't a cuck, had dealt with them on a frequent basis, both as part of his job, and witnessing things at the Mocha Club. By Monday night, I thought I was ready to deal with Reed. I called him, putting him on speaker so that Joe could hear both of us.

"Hello, honey," I said. "How are you doing?"

"Okay."

"That's good, Reed, because I've been doing great. You really picked a winner when you picked Joseph to breed me. I've loved it."

"I could tell."

"I know you could, dear. I get a little carried away when I'm fucking Joe because it's so good. You can't believe how good he makes me feel. Listen, today is probably the last night of my ovulation, although I suspect I'm pregnant and no longer ovulating anymore. Joe pumped me full of his sperm thirty-eight times so far, and I've loved every second of it, but he's still with me through check out on Wednesday. I'm going to start fucking him for fun. It won't be breeding any longer, just enjoying his big black cock as often as I can before I have to leave. I wanted to let you know."

"Okay."

"Joe says that I ought to let you watch him fuck me a couple times, just so you don't have to imagine what's happening. I'm a little afraid of letting you watch, because I'm sure you heard how I get when he's pounding my married pussy, and I don't know if you could take watching me beg for his cock, but if you want to watch, I'm going to let you. If you come tomorrow night at seven PM, I'll let you in the room and let you watch Joe fuck me for fun. It's entirely up to you. You don't have to come if you don't want to. I kind of hope that you won't, because of how I get with Joe now. I feel like he owns my pussy, because no one has ever fucked it like he has. Do you want to watch him take me?"

It sounded like Reed choked for a second, but he croaked out a "Yes."

"Okay, honey, but I have some rules if you do watch. I don't want you masturbating while Joe fucks me. It would be too distracting for you to jerk off while my black lover claims me. You have to agree to sit quietly without talking or moving, so I'm not distracted by you. Can you agree to that?"

"Yes," Reed croaked again.

"Since I'm no longer ovulating and your infertile sperm can't get me pregnant anyway, if you're a good boy, and behave yourself, I'll let you fuck me after Joe fucks me before we send you home for the night. Would you like to reclaim your wife before she comes home on Wednesday with a black baby inside of her?"

"Y-Yes," Reed gasped, almost as if he were cumming. Mmm?

"That's a good lad. I'll see you tomorrow at seven then?"

"Y-Yes," Reed stuttered again.

"Lovely. Please don't think I'm a whore when you watch me with Joe. It's only because it feels so good. Good night, Reed. Sweet dreams to my little snookums."

"Good night."

I sent another text to Savannah.

Reed is coming to watch your husband fuck me into submission tomorrow night. So far, you're spot on in your analysis of my new cuckold. I suspect he'll be a full blown cuckold. He hasn't flinched at anything thus far. Good call.

I showed Joe the text to his wife before he fucked me once more. I was sure going to miss this. Hopefully, I'd find another decent black man to take care of my future needs. Reed's little prick wasn't going to cut it anymore.

******

When I woke up the next morning I found a text from Savannah.

I want to come watch you fuck my husband when Reed comes.

This surprised me no end, given our previous conversation, that it was bad enough knowing what I looked like now, let alone wanting to watch. I took care of my needs and came back to bed, where Joe was waiting for me to finish.

"I got a text from your wife."

"Really? What did she have to say?"

"She said she wants to come tonight and watch you fuck me." I handed him my phone and let him look at the text.

"Why?" Joe asked.

"I'm clueless. She said that watching us would be the worst thing she could imagine, that even meeting me was hard, because now, she knew what I looked like, and how much you liked fucking me. I don't know why she's changed her mind."

"We have to call her," Joe said.

"I'll put her on speaker."

I made the call. "Savannah, this is Vicky. Why do you want to come tonight? You said you never wanted to watch. Why would you change your mind?"

"Is Joe with you?"

"He's here. I've got you on speaker."

"I'm not sure. Ever since I met you, I've been thinking of Joe having sex with you, and I finally decided I needed to watch."

"Joe isn't breeding me tonight. He'll be making love to me so we can test Reed. It will be much worse for you than it would have been a couple of days ago."

Savannah sighed. "I know it will be rough, but I've got to know what it's like."

"What are you doing with the children?" Joe asked.

"You don't think the kids deserve to know what you're doing for money these days?" Savannah asked.

"Not really," Joe said.

"No, I suppose not," she said. "It's not the sort of thing a father should advertise to their children."

"Are you having a problem with what I do now?" Joe asked.

"No, Joe. No problem. I'm just out of sorts right now. I don't know why. Maybe it was a mistake for me to meet Vicky. Ever since I did, I keep thinking about you with her. She's pretty, you know. I never imagine any of them being pretty. It's got me a little twisted up inside."

"Savannah, you're the most beautiful woman I ever met in person. You've got the greatest ass I've ever seen on anyone, period. Joe doesn't love me. Maybe he loves fucking me, because I'm new, I'm different. I'm not going to take your husband away from you," I said. "I love fucking him, the sex is great, but I do realize sex isn't everything in a relationship, and I'm certainly not going to destroy your marriage, and your family, your children's family, for a good lay. You may believe that's my intent if you watch tonight, because I'm going to lay it on thick, but I promise, I won't hurt you.

"I love my own husband, even if I hope to be able to keep having sex with some big dicked lovers in the future. Reed has been good to me. I'm not going to do anything to him, he doesn't want me to do. That's why I'm testing his limits tonight. I want to know where I have to stop. This was his idea, and I need to know how far it extends. There may be some white bitches out there who'd want to take your man, but I'm not one of them. Come tomorrow, Joe is going to walk back through your door, into your arms, and fuck you good. I promise."

"That does make me feel better, but I still need to watch. I've been sitting home, fat, dumb, and happy, thinking...I don't know what I was thinking, but it wasn't you. You were not on my radar. Maybe it's time I know what the hell really happens when Joe takes one of these jobs."

"Like I told you, it's not a job tonight," I reminded her. "The job is over. I'm probably knocked up already. God knows, Joe tried hard enough. Tonight, he's paying me back for helping him at the Mocha Club. He's helping me test my husband. It won't be like his breeding. I've been reading about cuckold's for the last couple days, and we've been figuring out how we're going to play this. We're going to push Reed, and if we're pushing Reed, it will be pushing you, too. There's going to be lots of kissing, some cocksucking, more playing around than we did before. All those little buttons you're afraid to get pushed; they'll be pushed plenty if you come."

"I really appreciate the warning, but if neither of you has a problem with it, I want to come."

"I don't have a problem with it," I said. "Joe has pushed my slut limits a lot, and I've been fucked in front of other people already. Joe, do you care if Savannah watches you ravish me?"

"Please, Joe, let me come," Savannah said.

Joe looked at me and I nodded. "It's probably a mistake," Joe said, "but you can come. Reed is coming at seven. You can come at the same time. We won't be starting anything before then. In fact, we're going to lay off sex for a few hours so I can build up a huge load of cum for Reed to lick out of Vicky's pussy."

"Thank you," Savannah said. "I'll get a babysitter for the kids."

"We'll see you at seven," I said. "After Joe gets done fucking me, you can take him for another spin. Bye for now, Savannah."

I hung up.

"Do you really think she should be watching tonight?" Joe asked.

"A lot of the stuff about cuckolds that I've been reading, say one of the reasons that cucks like to watch is because watching is reassuring. Their imaginations might be worse than the reality. The worst part of cuckold angst is the uncertainty, the fear that your spouse will find another person they love more than you. Seeing the reality, while it's still a shock to the system, usually leads to the cuck getting some sex with their spouse when everything is done. They won't be left behind. It's why I told Savannah she could fuck you afterward. She gets immediate reassurance she's still loved and desired. I think in the long run, what you imagine is nearly always worse than what you see. She knows she's going to see a lot. We prepared her for it, so she knows it's coming."

"Okay, I see your point."

"If Savannah is going to be here tonight, I want you to do a big favor for me."

"What?"

"If I'm going to turn Reed into my cock sucking, cunt licking, cuckold, I think he should clean up all of the cum you, my temporary Bull, deposit in a pussy, whether it's mine, or Savannah's. After you finish fucking Savannah, I'm going to tell Reed to clean up her pussy, if he's already agreed to clean up mine first. I want you to give your approval for that to happen.

"I'm sure Savannah will appreciate having it done, and it's a bone to throw to Reed as well, after you've fucked me a couple of times. No fucking for Reed, except for me after the first time you fuck me. He licks your cum, then fucks me, then cleans me up again. If he gets under me in a sixty-nine, and licks your balls during your second fucking, I'm going to ask him to suck your cock to another erection for you to fuck your wife, as thanks for her loaning you to us for my breeding. After you fuck her, I'll tell him to clean her up. Would you be willing to let Reed lick Savannah's pussy?"

"I should. Heaven knows she puts up with a lot. It's going to be a jolt to my system watching another man with my wife."

"I know, and that's why it's just licking. It's your cum, and his job to clean it up. From now on, Reed will be my cum cleaner. It may as well start now. That's why I bring it up now. You get to figure everything out before it happens. We'll be the ones in charge. As far as Savannah goes, I'll go in whatever direction you think is appropriate. I didn't want any surprises. That's why I asked about letting Reed suck your dick; no surprises. We'll have figured out a plan of action beforehand, and decided how we'll handle anything that comes up. I'll give you some time to figure out what you want to do, and while we're eating supper, we'll decide what that is."

"Sounds like a plan."

"I think so, I think you need to fuck me a couple more times before lunch, then we lay off the fucking until they get here tonight. I want you loaded with your manly black cum, to fill up my slutty, married, white pussy with."

Joe smiled. "Your wish is my command, my lady."

"Good. I want your second best fucking."

"Why second best?"

"I want your Grade A, Prime, fucking tonight, in front of our spouses."

Joe smiled, his ownership smile. I wonder what he had in mind when the food server delivered our food at lunch.

******

What Joe had done the first night I was there, having me suck his cock at the window with possible viewers below, he had me do at lunch. As naked as the day I was born, I was kneeling, and sucking his slab of meat when the female employee brought our food. I had the red lipstick on, and was gazing adoringly into his eyes as I did so. The advantage to this, over fucking me, is more of his cock was visible, as I could only get half of it down, at best, and when I was licking the pre-cum off the tip, all of his ebon shaft was visible.

When she entered, she was frozen on the spot, mesmerized. It was the first time I ever had an orgasm, although it was much smaller than usual, without physical stimulation at all. Just having her walk in with Joe's cock filling my face was enough to tip me over the edge. She didn't say a word, nor did we, for three minutes after she came in.

"Have you had enough of my big black cock yet, slut?"