Sadly, not long after that, we read that Carlton and Hailey were getting divorced because of some drug-related issues. The two of them confirmed that it was true. Carlton said that having a baby by a surrogate was Hailey’s idea – he’d already had five kids and didn’t want any more. For her part, Hailey said she still wanted the twins when they were born, even if Carlton didn’t want them.
We weren’t sure what to do. Kaitlyn and I discussed it and decided it wasn’t right to give them up to somebody who wasn’t even related to them. We decided we’d keep the twin boys and I’d raise them as my own. Hailey was gracious, saying she understood our decision. Carlton, for his part, was relieved that we weren’t asking for child support, and he allowed us to keep the money he’d paid us as surrogates to help pay for expenses.
The twins are getting a little older now, and Kaitlyn is again feeling the urge to get pregnant. We looked into a vasectomy reversal but the doctors said the odds of a successful reversal and a pregnancy in my case were slim. “Uncle Carlton” recently contacted us about seeing the twins, and my wife asked how I’d feel about her resuming her sexual relationship with him – maybe even getting pregnant by him again. I told her that I’d think about it. I’m not sure if I really want another baby to raise, but my cock is hard as a rock just thinking about it!
SECRET HOOKER FOR BLACKS
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2015 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
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I’m Andrew. My wife Sydney and I are in our late twenties. She works as a secretary for a small company. I am an accountant but right now I’m between jobs, having gotten laid off a year ago. At first we thought I would get a new job soon but as the months went by and we burned through our cash reserves, we knew we’d have to do something special to save our family.
I took a part-time contract job through a temporary agency but frankly it barely pays as much as I was receiving in unemployment compensation. That wasn’t going to solve our problems.
Then one day, my wife came home with a smile on her face. Sydney said one of the girls in the office mentioned her niece works as an escort through an agency, doing it “to pay her way through college.” Supposedly, my wife said, the girl is making over $100,000 per year! Sydney suggested she could continue with her day job and work as an escort at night using that agency. Honestly, I wanted to object to it but I knew we were running out of cash. I really had no choice but to agree that my wife could hook until I find good paying, full-time work.
I knew Sydney wouldn’t have any trouble attracting clients. She’s a 5’5 freckle-faced dirty blonde with nice-sized breasts, a bubble butt, and a flat stomach most twenty-year-olds would love to have. She never had any problem attracting the attention of men when we’d go out in public. Honestly, any man would be overjoyed to have her as his woman.
And sure enough, it didn’t take my wife long to secure her first client. The guy was a gray-haired black guy in his sixties named Ted. He came to our house wearing a black suit with a black bowtie, and on his head he wore a derby hat with a yellow feather on the side. The moment he stepped inside, he removed the hat. “Good evening, young man,” he said to me, with a twinkle in his eye. “I’m looking for a young lady by the name of Sydney.”
“You’ve come to the right place,” I said, welcoming him inside.
Sydney stepped up to the doorway wearing jeans and a pink t-shirt. “You must be Ted,” she said, smiling.
Ted smiled back at my wife. “In the flesh, my darling.”
Sydney put her hands around his waist and the two began kissing. His hands roamed across her ass, and I could tell from her movements that she really enjoyed his touch. She looked up at Ted and asked him to join her in the bedroom. They both walked into our bedroom. I followed behind but stayed behind in the hallway. I heard music start, and I knew she’d turned on the stereo. She was playing some sexy R&B from the 1970’s. Sydney likes to play that music to cover the sounds of our lovemaking from our children, but I was glad because it also helped in a different way – it covered the sound of me opening the bedroom door just a crack so that I could watch them have sex together.
My wife shimmied out of her blue jeans and tossed away her shirt. Sydney was now wearing nothing but a light purple bra and panties. Ted had only removed his shoes and suit coat, so she walked up to him and slowly helped him undress, unbuttoning his dress shirt. “I’ve never been with a black guy before,” she said with a smile. “Is it true what they say?”
“That once you go black, you never go black?” Ted asked.
“Well, that, too,” she replied, unbuckling his belt. “But I meant the rumor that black men have big cocks.” She pulled down his boxer shorts to reveal quite a whopper. His cock a lot longer than mine and it was thicker than a kielbasa. “Oh, boy, I guess it is true!”
My wife eagerly grabbed his cock in her hands and slowly fondled it. I wondered whether the old man would even be able to get an erection, but damn if he wasn’t already fully erect. Sydney stood up next to him, her dainty young white body pressed against his old black one, and she continued massaging his manhood while they kissed. The black man held Sydney’s head in his hands as he kissed her.
“I can’t wait to feel your cock inside of me,” my wife said. “That thing is so damn big, though, I’m not sure I can handle all of that!”
“You’ll take it,” Ted said, gazing with admiration at her. “You’ll take it and you’ll love it, every damn inch. All the white ladies do.”
Sydney reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, and then removed it along with her panties. Both my wife and Ted were now completely naked. He guided her with his hands to lay down on the bed. With no further foreplay, Ted lined up that big black cock at her sopping opening and began to work it inside her. As he did, I heard my wife moaning over the background music.
Once he buried himself fully in my wife, she looked up at him in amazement. “Your cock feels so good, Ted. You’re right, it’s not too big. It’s just right.”
He pounded his cock hard inside of Sydney’s pussy. I heard the sloshing sounds of her juices marinating his meat as he thrusted that dick far deeper than I could ever touch. The thought flickered through my mind that Ted should probably be using a condom, but the sight of that thick black barrel thrusting in and out of Sydney was just captivating. She was rolling her head back and forth, praising Ted for his lovemaking skills in between her moans of intense pleasure. Personally I didn’t see him using any real skills but I guess he didn’t need to, given all that thick black pipe he was using. He was only in the missionary position, but that’s my wife’s favorite position anyway and I heard Sydney cry out in orgasm four times before he reached his climax.
“Oh God, darling,” he said, “I haven’t been inside a young white woman in years, especially a pretty white girl like you.” He thrusted faster now and my wife’s legs were up against him, moving slightly with each thrust. “I have granddaughters younger than you.” His breathing quickened, far more labored. “I’m coming!”
My wife moaned herself, announcing yet another orgasm. The two lovers orgasmed simultaneously, her tight young white cunt blasted by this black old man’s semen. When his orgasm completed, my wife reached around and slapped his ass cheeks playfully. “That was really fun,” she said. “I hope you come back and we can do that again!”
“Don’t worry,” Ted
said, wiping his forehead. “I’ll be back.”
Sure enough, he was a man of his word. Although my wife’s client base expanded into a group of more than a dozen regulars, her favorite “suitor” was always Ted. He comes by a few times a week to fuck Sydney, always going bare and shooting his stuff deep inside of her. Her lovers are required to use condoms, with the exception of me and Ted, and she explained that she felt it wouldn’t be right to require a condom now after bare backing Ted the first time.
Personally I like the situation because when I’m making love to Sydney, I wonder whether she’s pregnant at that moment with Ted’s baby. My wife is on the birth control pill, but I know it’s not one hundred percent effective – heck, our first child was conceived when she was on the Pill – and I’m not really sure if Sydney having a black baby is something I fear or desire. Whatever the case, I’m still looking for a full-time job, and right now her old black suitor really brings home the bacon for Sydney and our family.
HER BLACK PROFESSOR
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2015 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
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Over the past summer, my wife decided she was going to go back to school and get her degree. We’re both in our late twenties and fairly established in our careers, but it would potentially help Kaylee advance at her company. It was also just for her personal enrichment. Four nights a week, I took care of the kids while Kaylee went to a university that’s about an hour from our home.
At first, my wife seemed a little intimidated because she was ten years older than the other freshman. Soon, though, she made friends and had study partners for her classes. In one class in particular, she seemed very eager to attend. It was a philosophy class taught by an African professor by the name of Adegoke Achebe. The fellow was nearly fifty years old, but according to Kaylee all of the girls thought he was incredibly handsome. I noticed when we’d play a porn movie in bed, Kaylee started preferring to watch movies of white women having sex with older black guys. I asked whether she was fantasizing about fucking that African professor but she adamantly denied it. But I noticed she was far wetter and more excited than usual, no matter what she said.
Suddenly one day I got a call from Heather, one of her classmates, asking if my wife was available. I thought it was strange because Kaylee had told me she was going out to study with Heather that night. Supposedly Kaylee was supposed to meet her for drinks that night after spending office hours with Professor Achebe. When I heard that part, I asked our neighbors to watch our children, jumped into my truck, and I drove off to the college.
Upon my arrival, I learned where Professor Achebe’s office was located. It was in a separate building from the main psychology building, and the place was darkly lit and rather dusty. When I arrived at his office, I heard Kaylee’s voice through the door.
The window on the door had dark green glass, so I couldn’t see anything through it at all. But I did notice that the old office door was a bit smaller than the frame, so I leaned forward and peered through the crack. I saw nearly half the room. There was a tall black man, no doubt Professor Achebe, wearing slacks and an unbuttoned dress shirt which exposed his ripped chest. My wife’s shirt was off though she still had her bra on, and she was backing away as he kissed her neck.
“No, Addy,” my wife said half-heartedly, her face looking up at the ceiling, her neck angled to permit his kisses. “I’m a married woman. I can’t do this with you.” The professor just laughed and kissed the other side of her neck.
“Most of the women I sleep with have husbands or boyfriends. That is no impediment to a modern woman. This is about a healthy man and a healthy woman with needs.”
“I don’t want to hurt my husband,” Kaylee said.
“This has nothing to do with your husband,” the professor said, his hands fondling my wife’s ass cheeks through her blue jeans. “You’ve never had the pleasure of bedding a black man. You deserve to experience that. He will never know.”
Kaylee paused, then said, “My husband uses condoms. I’m not on the Pill. Do you have one?”
“It’s okay,” he said. “I’ll pull out.”
I was shocked, realizing that Kaylee was going to allow this to happen. Professor Achebe unbuckled his belt and his slacks dropped to the floor. He was wearing just a pair of boxers now, with a large bulge in the front. Kaylee dropped to her knees, pulled down the waistband and freed his turgid erection. My wife’s eyes bulged at her prize.
Although I’d expected a large cock, it was over eight inches long, quite veiny and very thick, with a large purple head at the end. “Oh, my God,” she said. “The girls weren’t kidding about you!”
My wife put her head forward and took his large head into her mouth. I sawher cheeks puckering and I knew she was licking and swirling that magical tongue of hers while she looked into his eyes. My wife had one hand pumping his lower shaft, another playing with his balls as she fellated him. The black professor leaned back, moaning as he enjoyed the blowjob.
“Okay honey,” he said. “Now I want to fuck you on my desk.” Kaylee stood up, wiggled out of her jeans and panties, and she bent over his desk. This fifty-something black professor walked up behind Kaylee, grabbed her ass cheeks, and placed the head of that cock right at her anus.
“No!” Kaylee said as she stood up. “I don’t even let my husband do that, not even with his tiny little four inch micropenis! I’m sure as hell not taking a real cock in my ass!”
Professor Achebe laughed. “I was just playing with you. Relax baby and bend back over.” She complied and this time he aimed his cock right at my wife’s warm, moist vagina, pushing himself nearly halfway inside.
“Oh, damn! Shit! That feels really good!” My wife moved her hips slowly in rhythm as he slid back and forth, slowly inserting more and more of his manhood. “Fuck me, Addy! Fuck me with that huge black cock of yours!”
The black professor was pounding into her with deep thrusts, nearly pulling out his whole black cock before slamming in back inside of her. Every so often he’d take his right hand, let go of her ass cheek and smack it really hard. Kaylee whimpered and moaned the whole time, making sounds I’d only heard her make during her climax. I wondered if that’s what was happening, if this black man was giving her a long string of orgasms.
The professor started speaking in a foreign language. He spoke in a deep voice, and my wife’s moans grew louder. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming again,” she cried. “I’m coming so fucking hard, Addy!” The professor gripped her waist and pulled her violently against him, pushing hard, that black cock going impossibly deep into my wife. He grunted deeply and I saw his taint squeezing, those mighty balls contracting, his penis twisting ever so slightly at the base as he saturated my wife’s womb with his sperm. Kaylee stood up, still impaled from behind on his thick rod. Her black lover’s hands massaged her stomach and tits as she leaned back, and turned to kiss him.
Right then I realized it would be a good idea to get out of the building before I got caught. I left the building, got back into my truck and drove back to our home. I got inside our house and I masturbated while recalling the amazing scene I’d witnessed. When Kaylee finally returned home a couple hours later, she acted as if nothing at all happened. My wife simply stated she’d been out studying late with her friend Heather, she was tired, and she wanted to go to bed.
I’m still debating wh
ether I should confront Kaylee about what I saw in her professor’s office. It’s only been a couple of weeks since it happened, but I’m wondering whether she will miss her period. I know she’d never have an abortion, so we may be welcoming a black baby into our household. I hope I’m wrong about that!
HER BLACK BASEBALL PLAYER
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2015 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
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“I’m I speaking to Dylan?” I couldn’t recognize the guy’s voice but his voice sounded black.
“Speaking. May I ask who I’m speaking to?”
“Yeah, this is Jhalil Samuels. You know who I am, right?”
Of course I knew that name. He was the star player for the Black Stallions, our city’s minor league baseball team. The Stallions are a farm team for one of the major MLB franchises, and big league players sometimes play on the Stallions while injured. One guy who came down was Jhalil Samuels, a former first-round draft pick who got injured and was put on the Stallions temporarily while rehabbing. My wife Hannah, a pretty thirty-three year old, was working for a property management corporation doing their marketing and promotions. The company purchased the Black Stallions a couple of years ago, and they asked my wife to assist in marketing the team to the community.
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