“Do you like champagne?” he asked.
“I do,” I said. I took a champagne glass and sipped. “You’re a very sexy man, Mr. Blackstone.”
“I’m told that your name is Morgan?”
“Yes,” I said. “And you are Latrell?”
“Call me Trell,” he said with a smile. “That’s what my friends call me.”
We sat on the edge of the bed and talked about family and my interests, then about his ex-wife and his children, and how lonely he was. He kept filling our glasses, and it wasn’t long before I felt pretty drunk. Trell leaned in and kissed my neck. I couldn’t help but moan in response, loving the attention by this handsome, sexy billionaire. He removed my babydoll and kissed my breasts, massaging them with his hands and sucking my nipples until they were hard and pointy. My pussy was swollen, eager for this sexy man, and I was incredibly wet (partly because I was ovulating). When that thought crossed my mind, I knew I needed to say something.
“I’m not on the birth control pill,” I said, laying down on my back. “I’m actually ovulating right now. My husband and I were going to try for a baby this vacation, so if you don’t want to make me pregnant, you may want to use a condom.”
“That’s okay,” he said, gripping the waistband on my panties. “I’ll take my chances.” I lifted my hips up from the bed and he quickly removed them. He lowered his mouth to my groin and I felt his warm breath on my cunt. He was obviously a talented pussy licker. He teased me, slowly kissing and licking my pussy and using the flat of his tongue on my clit. He was largely avoiding my clit, teasing me until I couldn’t take it anymore. He put in a couple of fingers, penetrating me and massaging my g-spot. He put me through a few orgasms that way. At that point I figured he’d stop, but he kissed my inner thighs and down my legs, taking his time. When he got back to my clit, I immediately began climaxing again. He put me through a dozen more orgasms that way!
Trell stood up, his huge cock straining against his tiny underwear. He took them off and offered his cock to my face. That thing was easily twice my husband’s four-and-a-half incher, and it was incredibly thick as well. I’d always been proud that I could take my husband’s entire little penis in my mouth, but Trell’s cock was an absolute monster by comparison. I could only fit the head in my mouth. I played with his balls in one hand, stroking the shaft with the other hand. I tried to pleasure his cock head with my mouth but I had no experience with a real man’s cock. After a couple minutes, Trell had me lay back on the bed.
The billionaire lined up his thick, black weapon at my tiny white slit. As he began to press himself inside, I held my breath, experiencing such an intense and totally foreign pleasure. He kept pressing, inch after inch, and I nearly cried at the pleasure. To say that Trell’s mighty sword felt different than my husband’s little switchblade would be such a dramatic understatement! My white pussy finally felt full, the way it was meant to be, like a glove finally filled by a hand. Trell leaned down and kissed me passionately as his huge member plunged inside of me, his huge balls slapping my ass.
I’m not sure if I was experiencing orgasm after orgasm, or maybe just one rolling orgasm, but regardless it was the greatest sexual pleasure I could ever imagine with this handsome, strong, sexy black billionaire. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and begged him to fill me with his seed. Finally, after a good twenty minutes, his barrel unloaded and blasted his seed inside my fertile womb. I felt my uterus fluttering, dipping down to suck up and receive his sperm, as my body did everything in its power to have this amazing man’s baby. I was certain that I was being impregnated, that one of his millions of virile sperm would surely find my eagerly awaiting egg.
Trell used me again a few hours later. We cuddled together throughout the night. In the morning we had sex again, this time doggy style in his huge steamy shower, with my face and hands pressed against a huge thick plane of glass. Over the weekend we had meals together, interspersed with hot sex. By the time Trell sent me back to my husband on Sunday night, I’d had probably a hundred orgasms and I was totally sexually exhausted. I explained to my husband that I couldn’t give him sloppy seconds that day, I was just too sore. The next day, though, I did my wifely duty and allowed Nick to pleasure himself inside of me. And on Tuesday, true to his word, Trell wired the money into our bank account.
That was five weeks ago. I hadn’t had my period and finally I decided to do a pregnancy test. Happily, it showed that I’m pregnant with our third child. Nick seems a little concerned about the situation. I don’t blame him, honestly. Although I had sex with him that Monday night, my cunt was positively awash with Trell’s sperm. We’re going to use the $200,000 to pay off our mortgage, and that will free up enough money to pay for raising Trell’s baby. I’ve never been so happy!
PAID THE GUY TO DO IT
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 Aiden, and I met Lily back when we were in college. I now work as an engineer and she works at the local public radio station. When we found out I couldn’t have my own children, Lily was devastated. She’s a liberal-minded twenty-seven-year-old attractive blonde, and she’d always wanted to have kids her whole life. Although she wanted us to have a baby of our own, she’d talked about adopting kids from Africa, too. I suggested we try to combine the two ideas.
“What do you mean, Aiden?” my wife asked. “Combine the two things?”
Lily has a good friend named Chloe who lives in the neighborhood next to ours. There’s a woman who lives a couple doors down from her named Kendra, a white woman who has four black kids all by different men. One of her baby daddies is a guy named Rashad and, according to Chloe, he is incredibly sexy and handsome with a muscular body and total swagger. Rashad is officially is the father of eight kids, but the rumor is that the real number is nearly thirty. In addition, the guy has served two felony sentences in the state prison. Although Lily claims she’s not into bad boys, I always suspected that she probably wanted them sexually but was repressed.
My wife was hesitant at first, but she agreed to meet him. When Rashad came to our house, he totally looked like a dangerous thug. His jeans were hanging too low and he wore expensive shoes and a rap shirt. But still, I could tell that my prim and proper NPR wife was totally into this black man. The energy was simply crackling, and I could tell by her body movements that she wanted him. We had some shots and it wasn’t long before he danced with Lily, his hands all over her ass. They started kissing in front of me, and at that point I knew it was going down.
“Would it be okay if I show Rashad our bedroom?” Lily asked coyly.
“Of course!” I replied. She took him by the hand and led him up the stairs. I followed behind them and listened through the bedroom door.
“Fuck, bitch, you gonna like this big black cock. You ever fucked a black man before?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Yeah, well you gonna like this, bitch. Go ahead! Suck on my cock!”
A few moments later, I heard my wife say, “Oh, god, it’s huge!”
“Yeah, baby, that’s a black cock.”
“I thought that was just, you know, a racial stereotype.”
Rashad laughed. “I’ll give you a stereotype. Put that white mouth of yours on my black dick and suck it.” I soon heard moaning. “Yeaaaah, bitch. That’s right… Suck that dick nice
and good. Suck on my black cock. Tell me how you like it, bitch.”
“I love your cock,” my wife cooed.
“You love my big black cock. Say it, bitch. Big black cock.”
“Big black cock.” I heard Lily sucking and slurping on his cock.
“All right, you fucking white whore. Bend over the fucking bed.”
I opened the door a crack. I saw my wife with her pants around her ankles, bent down over the bed with her shirt still on. Rashad indeed had an enormous cock, nearly a foot long, and he was moving the head around my wife’s vagina, trying to find the opening and slip it in. He found it and pushed himself inside. Gripping Lily’s hips, he started pounding her very fast and hard.
“Oh, God,” Lily cried. “It’s so good. It’s so… It feels so good inside me.”
“So FUCKING good, you white bitch.” He smacked her ass cheek hard. “My black cock feels so fucking good. Say it, you fucking whore.”
“Your black dick feels so fucking good! It’s just amazing.” Lily was breathing hard and moaning loudly. Her hand was on her clit, rubbing it. “Oh, God, I’m gonna come!” She did cried out in orgasm three times before he finally shot his load inside of her. I saw his balls tighten and clench as he pushed balls deep inside Lily, flooding my wife with sperm.
From that time forward, Rashad has been coming two or three times a night to fuck my wife. I only watched them once, but I often listen to the sounds of them fucking. My wife is always quiet and reserved in bed with me, but she was so loud with Rashad. Lily said she didn’t want to hurt my feelings, but the sex Rashad gave her was life changing.
The two of them had sex for six months before we suspected something was wrong. After that long without a pregnancy, I suggested they should go in for fertility testing. And that’s when Rashad admitted to us that he had a vasectomy after the birth of his last kid. Lily and I were both pretty pissed that he’d misled us, but he said he knew another black man who would love to have sex with a pretty white girl like Lily and knock her up. The guy’s name is Vernon. He’s currently serving a ten year sentence for multiple felonies, but he’s set to be released in two months. As a result of being incarcerated, Vernon had plenty of time to work out, and the photos show that he’s got an incredible body.
Lily has seen Vernon’s pictures, as well as photos of his children by other white women, and she’s excited to start on her next black lover. I can’t wait for him to get released! In the mean time, she is still having sex with Rashad just for the pleasure. It won’t be long before her belly swells with a black baby!
HER BEST LOVER EVER
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 found this,” I said, holding the letter out to my wife twenty-nine-year-old wife Amelia.
It was a letter from another man, Terry, and he was clearly a lover of hers. When she saw it, she knew that she’d been caught.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Nate,” she said. “I don’t want you to worry about the paternity of our children or to think that I don’t love you.”
Although I felt like I’d been punched in the gut, I wasn’t angry at her. In fact, I found myself aroused at the thought of her having sex with another guy. “I just want to know the truth.”
Realizing that she was caught, she admitted everything. A couple of months after our wedding, she began her first affair with a neighbor of ours who lived down the hallway in our apartment complex. That affair went on for a year and a half before we moved out, as Amelia was pregnant and bought a house. After our son was born, Amelia went back to work and soon started an affair with Terry, a co-worker of hers. About two years later, she gave birth to our daughter and I got a vasectomy. We’d always used condoms during the fertile part of her cycle, and I thought that I simply hadn’t been careful enough those times.
“But I really love you, honey,” Amelia said. “You don’t know how much I’ve given up for you. I even gave up my best lover for you.”
My wife explained that a couple years after our daughter was born she began a relationship with a sexy black man named Efrem. According to her, the guy was very handsome, had a huge black cock and he really knew how to use it. “Sex with Efrem was easily the best of my life. Every time with him was amazing and I had the most powerful orgasms.”
Tearfully, she explained why she gave him up. Although I’d been willing to use condoms, her lovers were not so accommodating. Although she wasn’t trying to get pregnant, Amelia was clear that she’d never consider an abortion. While her earlier lovers were white like me, Efrem was a dark-skinned man of African blood and if she got pregnant with his child, I would surely know that it wasn’t mine. Although he agreed to pull out of her, sometimes her would forget and shoot his load inside of her. When she had a pregnancy scare, she knew that she was risking her marriage and told Efrem that they had to end it.
I felt my cock stiffen at the thought of her having sex with a sexy black guy, but I knew it wasn’t the right response at the moment. So I held her close and told her that I wasn’t angry at her. I understood that she didn’t mean to hurt me, and that she had given up a lot for me. But I let her know that she had nothing to fear. I explained to her that if she didn’t need to sneak around. If she were to get pregnant by her lover, I would raise the child as my own.
Amelia was a little surprised but we discussed everything and we came to an understanding. She still had Efrem’s phone number and she gave him a call. It had been six months since they broke up but as they talked on the phone, it was like no time had passed at all. He still lived a couple towns over, working at the plant, and he was single. She explained to him that her husband was now aware of her extracurricular activities and approved of it. Then she invited him to come over that night for some sexy time, and he agreed.
When Efrem arrived at the house, her took my breath away. He had to be 6’4 at least, with dark black skin, broad shoulders and huge muscles. He also had a handsome face. When Amelia came out of the bedroom in her babydoll and panties, the two of them embraced and began kissing wildly. My little white penis was rock hard as I watched them groping madly before she walked him to our bedroom.
Amelia unzipped his pants and began sucking on his cock. She wasn’t exaggerating – the guy was hung like a horse. She kept her eyes on me as she sucked on the head of his huge cock, her dainty white hands tugging on the shaft and caressing his mighty black ball sack.
Efrem fucked my wife for the better part of an hour, giving her powerful orgasms and making her scream in pure bliss. Just seeing her white body wrapped around his strong black frame had me excited, but watching her experience the otherworldly pleasure that he gave her sent me over the edge. I was standing against the wall rapidly stroking my little peener, and I soon shot my load onto the floor. Efrem came inside of my wife twice, and each time she came simultaneously with him. When he finally got dressed and left for the night, they were both sexually exhausted.
That was two months ago. Efrem now visits our house once or twice a week. Sometimes I stay at home and watch the kids while Amelia goes over to his house, and when that happens she comes home and tells me everything that happened. When I see him pumping his black seed inside of my wife’s pussy, or see his semen dripping out of her cunt, I don’t feel any fear or regret. I just love knowing that she’s getting the best sexual experience of he
r life, and that she loved me enough to give that up.
Efrem is nothing to her but a sex partner, a guy who gives her intense sexual pleasure but not somebody that she loves. Amelia has even made it clear that if she gets pregnant from him, she doesn’t want him having any relationship with the child given his violent tendencies and drug issues. If you think about it, Efrem is the one who is being used. Amelia is taking what she gets from her black lover and bringing it home to enhance our marriage. In a way, I almost feel sorry for him.
QUEEN OF SPADES
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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My name is Jenna. I’m thirty-two and the mother of three children. My husband Aaron raises the children as his own and he couldn’t love them any more if they were as light skinned as we are.
When I first met Aaron, he knew that I had a thing for black guys. In fact, at the time we met, I had two black boyfriends and was also sleeping with other black guys on the side. A lot of men would feel threatened and intimidated by the situation. But Aaron, to his credit, was man enough to approach me and ask me out, stating that he wasn’t trying to change my life and that dating him wouldn’t mean giving up my other lovers. I really respected him for that.
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