Carl ripped what was left of the gown off and grabbed her juicy ass, squeezing and kissing it with angry little kisses and gentle bites. He kissed every last inch of her tight buttcheeks and then let his loose lips travel to her tail bone up to the small of the back.
He smacked her ass hard, and she yowled, a good hot boil of a scream, like the white boy loved to hear. Her every cry and moan was so musical, bubbling over with rhythm and the taste of her pussy was divine. He shoved his face into her ass and licked her pussy up and down until his face was wet, and his nose was grazing her beautiful asshole.
She moaned hard as she grabbed the sheets and rocked the bed, shifting back and giving him more ass to munch on. His cock was throbbing. He pulled down his pants and stroked himself until he was fully erect, so hard that it hurt. He pushed himself inside her wet pussy and didn’t stop pushing forward until he watched himself disappear into those firm lips.
His cock was thick and long, filling her up and pushing against her skin folds, softly vibrating against her pink flesh. He moved his cock inside and out, steeping himself in her wetness and then feeling the cold air of the night, before plunging back in loving the sound of her steady chanting.
She arched her back while he fucked her, prompting him to grab her hair and hold right, increasing the speed of his pussy pounding.
“Ohhh!” she screamed. “Mmmm Mister Gillipsi,” she said with a naughty smile. It felt hot to call him by his full name. Treat him like a rich husband who just bought her wifehood for life. He fucked her like he owned her, like his billion dollar cock was the only thing saving her from a life of hardship.
“Unngh!” he grunted and she screamed back, feeling the same emotion, the same submission he wanted from her.
But of course he wasn’t going to say it. That’s not classy, he figured. But maybe…maybe she should say it.
“You tell me how you like it, bitch,” he said, surprised at how much tension he let go, calling her names and fucking her twice as hard.
“Ohhh God yes!” she screamed back. “Fuck me like you mean it!”
“Huh? You like that big cock, sista?” he asked, feeling more tension rise and his sweat increasing. His cock was getting so hard his whole body tingled. “Tell me how you want it.”
“MMmm! Uh huh, uh huh!” she cried, as he slapped his balls against her lap, giving her all ten inches of his hard dick in rapid succession. “Ohh yeah gimme your fucking white cock, white boy! Feed it to me deep…”
He groaned, not just from her tight pussy clench but from her throaty voice, choking on her own spit and ready to give him the screaming orgasm he wanted to hear. He shoved her down flat on the bed and stroked his wet cock hard. He turned her over on her back and made her watch his rapid stroking.
“Spread your legs, woman.”
“Oh? You going to try something white boy?”
He tossed her legs down and spread them, getting a good full shot of that beautiful black pussy. He entered her missionary style and made sure his cock went in deep—so deep he could feel the ridges, the deepest parts of her sensitive walls.
She panted and groaned, reaching over and squeezing his slippery ass, wanting him even deeper inside.
“Fuck it, white boy!” she said, gasping loudly as she rubbed his face and sweaty forehead against her tits. He sucked on her nipples, one right after the other, while he plugged her hole, licking like chocolate nipples with a virgin’s enthusiasm.
He felt his cock stiffening and starting to spasm. Seeing his crush quaking with passion and her jiggling tits, was wearing out his stamina. He grabbed her by the hair and pushed himself in at a slower stroke.
But she was demanding, always was, and before long told him to fuck her harder and faster—even if that meant cumming like a water spout.
“Aaahhh!” he bellowed so thick and buried inside of her, he couldn’t even withdraw all the way if he tried. He obeyed her panting orders and drove his cock deep and hard inside, fucking her as fast as his balls could slap her.
“We should stop,” she finally said with a little hesitance.
“Why?”
“I’m not on anything…”
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” she moaned, still clutching his butt and pulling him tighter and closer.
“Nothing?”
“No.”
“I better pull out huh?”
“Uh huh…” she said half-heartedly. Desiring nothing but to feel him finish.
“Or else I’ll give you a half-white baby, huh? Is that what you want?”
“Aaahh…” she said giving away her secret fetish. A white man fucking her and getting her pregnant—that was the taboo she needed to get off.
“Is that what you want?” he said dominantly. “Filling you with my seed? Going to cum all that white sperm inside you?”
“Oh Jesus!” she said, tremoring in the bed. “Yes! Make me pregnant…make me pregnant. Gimme a belly…gimme your white cummm…”
“Ohhh here it comes…” he moaned, but not before Tonya reached under and put her fingers straight into his asshole.
“Ohhh Christ! What the fu-?”
Before he could even finish, he was already spurting out a stream of cum, unloading a whole goddamn cup’s worth of sperm deep into her fertile pussy lips.
“Ohhh I’m cumming…” he said, keeping his eyes open and staring into hers, his body shaking with each new cumshot he delivered.
“Ohh yeah make me cum!” she yelled, creaming his cock with an orgasm of her own and biting his hairy chest with all that she had left.
“Holy shit,” he said, still dripping sperm everywhere inside and out, as he withdrew an collapsed on the bed.
She huffed and puffed too, literally feeling his semen soak her insides, as getting pregnant had a sound or a distinct buzzing sound. She knew at that moment she was going to have his baby. A beautiful mixed race baby. His baby.
Yeah it was partly about his wealth, his protective hand. But it was also more than that. Gillipsi really was somebody different. A good man and an honest man. And a helluva good fuck.
They sat in the afterglow for long lazy moments, soaking in each other’s skin. And during those intimate moments of mine, Tonya just had to know.
“Be honest now. Why do you like the sisters, G?”
He laughed, taking another peek at her wonderful naked chest and smiling expression.
“Do I need a reason?”
“I said be honest. It all starts somewhere.”
“Maybe. I do remember one time…” he said nodding and holding his head. “A long time ago, at one my dad’s business meetings. I was just a preteen, had no good idea what anything was, certainly no idea what was happening in the world. All I really knew was that Karla was the prettiest woman I had ever seen. She was black. She always wore pretty dresses. She always had the softest cutest and most enthusiastic voice. I used to see her in church every Sunday and would love it when she came over to talk to me.”
“Karla, huh?”
“Yeah. Then one day, my asshole of an uncle told me that Karla was gone. Told me to forget that I ever saw her. I asked why, I dared to ask why. The man looked me in the eye and told me she was a no good whore. They found out she was an escort. They arrested her for some shit, some ludicrous reason. Just because they could. No…”
He shook his head in disdain. “Just because she was caught with a white man. That’s probably what it was,” he said with a nod. “My family tried to tell me something was wrong with Karla. For years they tried to scare me, telling her what a whore and slut she was. They preached righteously about how segregation was wrong, but they felt no need to protect Karla, just because she was an escort. Fucking hypocrites. But even back then…even as a kid I knew. I knew what she was, despite what they tried to tell me. She was just a real nice lady. A beautiful lady. And she was always nice to me. She was nice to everybody that had the decency to speak to her like a human being and not judge her.”
“I
see.”
“To me it didn’t matter if she did it because she had to or just wanted to. It was just Karla and that was her choice. Little did my Uncle know that he did teach me a very important lesson. That everybody matters. Nobody deserves to be treated like a second class citizen. I learned a long time ago it’s what you’ve done in the past that counts. What matters is the good person you are now. How you treat people. We all struggle. We all need each other to help us when we fall down.”
“I know you need help, Mister Gillipsi,” she said with a tease. “Your kind always does. You have a big heart…but don’t have anyone that understands you.”
He smiled. “All I know is, that for the first time since that day when I last saw Karla, I have truly beheld someone beautiful. You’re beautiful, Tonya. You’re tough as nails. You don’t let people talk down to you. And you work hard for all you get, even if you got to do the jobs you don’t like. Maybe like a lot of people, you just need a second chance. Someone who believes in you.”
She stared at him in wonder and with a nervous smile.
“Will you become my mail order bride?”
She smiled, teethy and beautiful, her heart on her sleeve and basking in the glow of love. “Yes, Carl. I will.”
They kissed one last time; it was a grand feeling of true intimacy, empathy and redemption for the man who had everything but needed a soul. In Tonya, he found his greatest opportunity.
THE END
Knocked up by the Outlaw
Chapter 1
"Jenna, I understand your need for human companionship. I'm willing to let us have an open marriage for now and see how it goes. I am gone for long periods of time and get that you need more than I can offer when I'm not around. My only rules are no males in our bedroom. You can go to their house, but keep them out of our bed we share." Kyle stared at his wife of three years, and rubbed his chin.
She'd admitted to wanting a divorce because the urge to cheat was overwhelming for her because he was always gone and she was constantly fantasizing about men and sex.
"Are you serious?" She asked, shocked.
"Yes, I love you. I want to see you happy, and I don't want to get a divorce." He told her. He walked over and grabbed Jenna's chocolate hand in his own and brought a firm kiss to her lips. "I married you. I love you, I won't give you up without a fight, or a compromise. I'm not unreasonable."
"Are you planning on having love affairs too?" Jenna hesitated, not sure she wanted the answer.
"I don't know. There are times I have been tempted over the years, but I haven't given in. If I give you permission, I'm guessing it should go both ways." He answered her.
"Okay," Jenna said, blinking at him for a moment while thinking the situation through. It would make their life a lot easier if they both had blanket permission to see other people and still could have their relationship intact.
"I love you Jenna, and I don't want us to ruin our marriage simply because I'm gone for long periods of time. I can share you if you are willing to be open to it, I just need to know that 'us' will always come first even if we have other partners." He told her.
"I can agree to that I think." Jenna said, still reeling from the shock. She walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, realizing that everything she'd planned on telling him, packing her things, leaving, she didn't have to do.
He'd offered her an alternative that she never thought he'd do.
"I love you Kyle, I hope you know that." Jenna told him.
He nodded at her. "I do know that, which is why I know you wanting a divorce is a significant thing. It's not fair that I'm never home or here for you. I understand you need human connection and I know I promised you I'd always be here for you, but with my job I just can't be here sometimes. Okay, a lot of the time. You deserve more than that."
Kyle walked over to his beautiful curvy wife and gathered her in his arms. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her against him for a moment before pressing a gentle kiss to her temple.
"This is also probably not a good time to tell you that I need to leave again. The construction of the new hospital in South America isn't going well and I need to go down there and make sure they get it up and running on time." He told her.
"I wish you could take a different job sometimes." Jenna said feeling sad.
Kyle rubbed her back gently. "I know you, but you and I both know this job makes me happy, and makes good money. It's not worth leaving and losing the job and financial security we have."
"I know, we have a nice life, I just sometimes think having you around would be giving it up." Jenna told him bluntly.
"I know you do." Kyle said and went to kiss her on the lips.
Jenna turned to him and kissed him back, pressing her large breasts that he loved so much against his chest.
They were just starting to get into the kiss when his cell phone started beeping with text messages.
Kyle pulled it out of his pocket and looked at it. "I need to go. They booked my flight already and I guess it leaves in two hours. I thought I'd have more time but I need to get moving, I might miss it as it is."
"I was thinking of buying new dining room furniture." Jenna told him.
"You should do that. Our old one has some dings in it. Donate it to the local charity, they'll find a family who could use it." He told her.
Jenna nodded, she'd always admired his work for humanity, and that he'd been able to turn his desire to work and help other people into a lucrative career. He was a doctor who worked more of a manager position and he made good money traveling to get hospitals in other countries up and running and training the staff until the hospital was self sufficient. He had a lot of responsibilities, but he really did like his job and Jenna knew it wouldn't be right to ask him to quit.
She sat on her bed alone, wishing her husband hadn't had to rush out of there after just arriving home from a trip.
Sighing, she went and got in the shower, alone. She was tired of using the shower head to pleasure herself when what she really wanted as a man.
He'd given her permission, so now she had to find herself a man.
Chapter 2
Jenna was out shopping for a new dining table set and felt disappointed when she didn't find one she actually liked. Sighing in frustration, she decided to hit up a local biker bar, she knew it was risky, and a black woman in a predominant white-biker bar would turn some heads. But maybe that's what she needed. To step completely out of her comfort zone.
Slipping her wedding ring into her purse in her makeup pouch she got into her Porsche and drove the fifteen minutes to the bar on the edge of town.
Jenna pulled into the parking lot and found a small parking spot between two motorcycles where she could park her car. She parked it, set the alarm and got out, slipping her keys into her purse. She promised herself two drinks, a couple of dances, and she'd leave.
Just test out to see if she could even flirt with another man or if she'd feel too guilty and wouldn't be able to do it. It was a test run. If she couldn't flirt with another man or even think of going home with him, then this agreement for their marriage wouldn't work out even though Kyle suggested it.
Walking inside she got a lung full of smoke and started to cough. Not exactly her ideal joint, but she walked in over to the bar and ordered herself a martini on the rocks.
Sitting back sipping, she watched beefy men playing pool and women in tight leather clothes that barely covered their rear ends. She felt out of place with her Prada high heels and designer purse.
"What's a woman like you doing in a dive like this?" A rough looking man in jeans and a t-shirt sat down next to her at a bar. He was blond with scruff around his mouth and on his chin. He had muscles that made him look like a body builder, but they looked natural, rather than a steroid-induced.
"I'm not sure." She told him sipping her martini.
The bar tender came over and he looked at her drink for a moment then nodded at the bartender.
"Br
ing her another and I'll have what she's having." The man said, then he turned so he was almost touching her with his knees and introduced himself.
"The name is Rack." The man said.
"Hello, Rack. I'm Jenna." She replied, thinking how unusual his name was. "Why do they call you Rack, is that your real name?"
"I'm a bounty hunter, and I rack 'em up. It's been my nickname for a while." He grinned at her, showing off perfect, white teeth.
"A bounty hunter? What do you do?" Jenna said curious.
"I find people who've skipped out on their bail. That's what I'm doing here. See that dark man over in the corner surrounded by all those women? That's the man I'm here to take in tonight, but I don't want to cause a big bar fight, so I'm waiting to get him alone. Sitting by you makes it look more natural." He grinned at her and winked.
Jenna felt disappointed. She could have sworn he seemed interested in her.
"So, the drink is just for appearances?" She asked him, trying not to let her disappointment show.
"Well, now I didn't say that. I always love me some mocha ladies." He grinned at her.
Jenna wasn't sure if she should be offended that he called her skin color mocha, or flattered that he found her attractive and was so blunt about it. He was an enigma she didn't quite understand.
"I can mix pleasure and business, but I'm afraid if you're looking for more than a drink or two, it may have to wait until another night." Rack told her.
"What's your real name Rack?" Jenna asked, debating on if she wanted to pursue him further, or just let it go and chalk it up to an interesting night in a biker bar.
Rack looked at the bartender for a moment and tossed him some dollar bills then took a drink of the martini and made a funny face.
"John." He grinned and then took the martini down like a shot of whiskey instead of sipping it. "I prefer Rack though. All my friends call me Rack."
"Okay... Rack." Jenna said, though she could see how John fit him.
"What are you really here for sunshine?" He asked her while his gaze was behind her on the man he was watching in the back of the bar.
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