My name is Barbara. I have a white husband, but am black owned. I eagerly allow any black man my master chooses to use my body to please himself. It doesn’t matter that they all cum inside me because I’m already pregnant with my master’s black baby.
I wasn’t always a slut. For the first years of my life every thing was quite normal. I was a very ordinary housewife, happily married to my husband Dean Dean has a good job; we live in a very nice house. Dean was the only man I was ever intimate with. I was quite content.
Then, thanks to Dean, my life took an unexpected turn.
It all started when Dean said he wanted to take me to a sex party. My immediate reaction was NO, NO, NO, NO! Dean was all the man I had ever wanted, and I had no desire to have sex outside our marriage. I told him I was too old and bashful to be fucked in front of other people.
As is his way, Dean kept working on me. The thing is, I’m a very submissive person, and Dean is very persuasive. So, Dean eventually convinced me to go with him and give it a try.
To get me ready for the party, Dean shaved my pussy. He likes me shaved, and always wants to do it for me.
He started referring to me as a slut and a whore. I didn’t really mind, because I enjoyed behaving that way. Being a slut made sex so much more incredible.
Eventually seeing me fucked by other men wasn’t enough for Dean. He wanted me to start fucking black men.
I told Dean I wasn’t sure I wanted to be fucked by a black man.
I was raised to believe that blacks are different from whites, and that it just wasn’t right for the races to mingle sexually. I didn’t know what a black man would do to me, or expect of me.
Dean pressured me and reassured me I was made for black men. He said I was already a slut since I had fucked other men. He said sluts fuck black men. He told me how erotic it would be for me to be taken by a black man, how the contrast of our skins would be so exciting to see.
I wondered if I would have the courage to submit sexually to a Black Man. Dean kept working on me. Dean said it was meant to be. He said he wanted me to enjoy the taboo of interracial sex.
Of course I had heard the tales of black men being so much bigger, and therefore better sex partners than white men. Sayings like, “once you’ve tried black, you’ll never go back.” But, I never believed that.
I figured that was just so much hype spread by blacks to lure white women to them. I could see a particular black man being better than one’s husband.
As I always do, I eventually gave in to Dean. I was at the age when my sexual drive was increasing; I was nearing my sexual peak as a woman. The more I thought about it, the sexier the idea became. The idea of having taboo sex with a black man became increasingly exciting to me. I found that just pondering the possibility made me horny. It was almost as if my body was telling me to do it.
I realized that for me the die was cast, there would be no turning back. I would begun the life of a white cum slut for black men. I was the white slut for blacks my husband wanted me to be.
One day my husband Dean and I met a white wife and black husband in the grocery store with 3 mixed race c***dren. Ed smiled at her, and she smiled back.
Dean asked, “Isn’t that sexy? I think a white woman with a black baby is so very erotic. Have you ever thought of having a black baby?” he then questioned.
Truth was, I had been thinking about that…a lot. To have unprotected sex with a black man was so incredibly enticing. The thought of being pregnant with a black baby was so very erotic. The thought of having a black baby suckling from my breast was so very sexy. The idea of being seen with a black baby sent shivers down my spine. Then everyone would know that I was a slut for black men.
Just Dean mentioning it made me start to get wet.
“Yes, I have given it some thought.”
“What do you think?”
I stayed silent for a long while, enjoying seeing the look of hope in Dean’s eyes.
“I think I would like to do it,” I responded eventually.
I felt so great just verbalizing it, that I knew it was what I needed to do.
Dean was visibly excited. I saw him shift uncomfortably from a hardening penis.
Of course there was a small problem. I didn’t have a black man to breed me. But that was no obstacle to Dean. He became a man on a mission.
He started posting me online looking for a black man interested in breeding a pretty white woman.
I went off my birth control, and Dean stopped having sex with me, so as not to get me pregnant with a white baby. While we have had an open marriage the past several years, he said he would abstain from sex in support of my efforts.
It didn’t take long before Dean got a response to his ads. Actually the respondents were very insistent that he take me to a private club in the black side of town. They said that if he didn’t, they would expose what we were trying to do by contacting his place of employment, our family, etc. They even hinted that they might just take me by force.
The best we could figure out was that it was a private club run by black men where white women would go to get fucked. When Dean asked me if I wanted to go there, I was all in favor. I didn’t care that they threatened us with exposure and more. I was looking forward to having a black cock up my pussy. Dean’s little white penis was 3-4 inches long, smaller than black cocks. Even before we decided not to have sex, it just couldn’t satisfy me any more.
Dean made arrangements for us to go there one Saturday evening. I was very excited, and nervous too. Based on their threats, we were about to get involved with a rough bunch of black men who we knew nothing about.
That afternoon Dean shaved me so my pussy would be perfectly smooth. I took a long, relaxing bath to help calm my nerves. Finally I dressed in the clothes Dean ***********ed for the evening, a very short mini skirt, and a blouse that buttoned up the front, no bra, no panties, and of course, high heels.
When we got to the address he had been given, all we found was a regular looking house with all the curtains drawn.
“Do you think this is the right place?”
“I hope so, I don’t know where else to go to try and find it.”
We walked up to the door and ran the bell. A huge black man came to the door and asked, “What you want?”
Dean replied as he had been instructed, and the black man stepped aside motioning for us to walk straight ahead. I got the feeling they were waiting for us.
The room we entered was very dark, at least compared to the brightness of the daylight we had left behind. What struck me immediately was the overpowering smell of sex and marijuana smoke. I knew what sex smelled like, and though I had never smoked marijuana, I had a pretty good idea that that was what was in the air.
My eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light. I saw that there were about 30 people in a large room on first floor. Men outnumbered women by about 3 to 1. Almost all of the men were black. The few white men that were there were most likely husbands like Dean. Most of the women were white, but a few black women were about.
There was a small bar area to one side along with tables and chairs. Most of the people were talking and laughing, a few were dancing very erotically.
I noticed a few high padded benches with lights shining down upon them. Those lights accounted for a great deal of the light in the room.
Dean led me over to one of the tables. Then got us us drinks.
There were knots of people talking and laughing. Each group seamed to be centered around one or two white women. If a white man was with the group, he was generally not involved in what was being discussed. One white guy was just sitting alone looking at a white woman dancing suggestively with two black men.
My nerves were on edge, not knowing what to expect. I quickly had another drink.
About then a slim muscular black guy approached. There was another black guy right behind him.
“I’m Devon, and this is William” he proclaimed as he looked me over closely.
‘Hi, I’m Barbara,” I responded smiling nervously. I didn’t know if I should introduce Dean as my husband or what, so I said nothing.
The two black guys just ignored him anyway.
“Come on, let’s dance a little,” Devon said.
As he was talking, he took hold of my wrist and stood up, bring me up with him. It was more of an order that anything else.
He led me to the part of the room that served as a dance floor. William followed.
The three of us started dancing. I was pretty much sandwiched between Devon and William.
From the start, both guys took every opportunity to bump up against me, feeling me up and pressing their pelvises against me.
I decided I could play that game too, so I started grabbing their crotches. I was very pleased to get a hand full of large, semi-hard cock from both of them.
Not only were they young and strong, but well endowed to boot. Right then I knew I was going to have a memorable evening.
It wasn’t long before I was french kissing both guys.
Our dancing had devolved to standing gyrations as I kissed one or the other while both took turns feeling my breasts or sliding a finger up my pussy.
“You sure a horny bitch,” remarked William as he discovered how very wet I was.
As I was kissing Devon, my blouse was unbuttoned by William and my breasts exposed.
William promptly started sucking my nipples to full extension. They stick out a full inch when I am sufficiently aroused, and he was enjoying sucking on them and flipping each with his tongue.
Devon had a finger deep inside me and I started riding it, rotating my hips around his hand.
I was so incredibly sexually excited. Being felt up like that by two black men in front on such a large group of people and my own husband was such a turn on.
I started cumming right there on the dance floor. Those little sweet orgasmic “pops” I get from clitoral stimulation.
The guys could tell I was cumming.
William stripped off my blouse. Then he effortlessly picked me up in his incredibly strong black arms. As he held me suspended, Devon undid and pulled down my mini skirt.
We gyrated to the music and made out for a bit with me completely naked.
Then Devon said to no one in particular, “time for us to get some white pussy.” Then to me he asked, “do you want ta fuck?”
“Oh yes…..yes!”
With that each took an arm and they led me over to one of the raised padded benches under the lights.
They lifted me up so I was sitting on the end.
Then William took both my arms and told me to, “lay down here,” as he guided me into a prone position.
He kept hold of my arms as Devon placed shackles around each ankle so my legs were spread. The chains led to the floor where they were fastened.
I made no resistance, just letting them do to me as they wished, but I was apprehensive and getting a little scared, not knowing what they were going to do to me.
Dean had moved closer so he could take in all the action.
Seeing that I was nervous Dean said, “Relax honey….you really look real sexy bound like that. Everything’s going to be fine.”
I wondered how he would know that, or prevent the black men who had control over me from doing anything, but knowing he was right there was still very comforting.
It was apparent that there was no backing out. Those two black men were going to fuck and use me as they saw fit, and there was nothing I could do about it.
The truth was, I didn’t want to stop anything. I can’t describe how incredibly exciting everything was. I love being fucked in public. I love being fucked by another man when my husband is watching. I love black cock. I was so very vulnerable being bound and helpless. And to top everything off I knew I might become pregnant. It was a cascade of erotic experiences that culminated in that very event.
I get very wet when I’m horny, and I was sure my sex juices were running out of my pussy in anticipation.
“You on the pill?” William asked?
“No”, I answered.
“That’s just grand,” William replied. “I like breeding white women. That’s what this place is all about. What you’re on now is a breeding bench. A lot of white bitches got themselves black babies on this bench.”
The height of the bench was just right so a standing man could easily fuck a woman chained to it.
So, Devon dropped his pants and took his hard cock out and, standing at the end of the bench, started to press the head against my pussy.
I felt him start to enter me. My wet labia parting easily for him.
Then he just plunged into me as deep as he could. I couldn’t see it, but his cock was 12 inches long, and he was up against my cervix before he was in his full length.
God! I thought my head would come off!
That first deep stroke caused an instantaneous orgasm. It welled up inside me as his cock traveled the depth of my vagina, and exploded at the very moment he crashed against my cervix.
I was cumming continuously then.
That caused Devon to announce, “Look at her, this one’s a horny white bitch, she’s cumming already!”
I heard Dean calling to me, “God, Barbara, you look so sexy, you look so sexy.”
I was having the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced. They were radiating out from my vagina, making my whole body quake. I could feel them in my finger tips and toes.
I thought nothing could ever match the first time I went black, but what I was experiencing was another lever more intense. So much was happening to me.
I was being used by a savage black man intent on breeding me. I loved it!
I was lost in the moment so to speak. Next, I was aware was Devon spewing his black seed deep inside me. I could feel the pressure of his hot sperm gushing into me with each of his final thrusts. Each thrust driving as deep into me as my body would allow.
After Devon pumped as much black sperm inside me as he could, the guys switched places. William began fucking me as Devon held my arms.
As William plowed his big black cock into my sloppy pussy, Devon began talking to me, “You are a really good fuck, bitch. You make one nasty white whore. I love cumming in your tight white pussy. You’re made to be a slut for black men. You got a body for breedin. I can’t wait to see a black baby suckin’ on those titties of yours.”
From then on, the blacks from the club and my husband have addressed me as slut, bitch or whore.
There was a time I would have taken offense at such terms, but I now embrace them. That’s what I have become, and what I am has allowed me to realize what it means to be a woman. I feel a sexual fulfillment I had never realized existed.
I soon became oblivious to what Devon was saying as I once again entered the nirvana of black cock induced orgasms. I stayed there until he too filled my womb with his black seed.
William withdrew saying, “Thanks slut, that was a great fuck. I look forward to having more of you.”
With that, he just walked away.
Devon released my arms saying, “We’re gonna give you a chance to rest now.”
I was confused. My ankles were still shackled.
Just then two black women approached with a pillow.
“Here honey,” the first said. “Raise your hips so I can get this pillow under you. We want that good black seed you just got to have the best chance of giving you a baby.”
I did as instructed. Then, after placing the pillow, they walked away.
Dean came near to keep me company.
“You looked so damn sexy with those two black guys fucking you It was so erotic to see their black cocks going in and out of your white pussy with you cumming so hard. You’re made for this. Your destiny is to be a slut for blacks.”
I lay there for a good half hour as Dean told me over and over again just how erotic and sexy I looked, what a fine white slut I was.
After a while, the two black women came back, unshackled my ankles and helped me off the bench
Dean and I were then allowed to leave.
A week later, I was looking for more black sex. I asked my husband Dean if we could go back to the black club where I had such a great time having sex with those black men.
Dean made a phone call.
“They want you to come back,” he reported after he hung up. “They are intending to make you black property.”
“What do you mean by black property?” I asked.
Dean explained, “From what they’ve told me, you will be collared, shackled, and tattooed to signify your new status as being black owned. You will be given to one of the club members, who the club ***********s, to be your master. That’s about all I know.”
Then he added, “Oh, and they want to know today that you’re going to go along with this.”
“That all seams rather drastic. There’s a reason I don’t have any tattoos now. I’m not ready to become a sex slave to someone I don’t even know. What do you think?”
“I think you should do it,” Dean said with a gleam in his eye. “You’ll look real good with tattoos, and I’m sure the collar and shackles can be removed when you’re not at the club.”
Dean just stood there looking hopeful.
“And what’s this about being owned by somebody I don’t know?” I questioned. “I’m happy being married to you.”
“I think they mean when you’re at the club,” Dean replied without really knowing.
I always give into Dean’s desires, but that time I stood my ground, and said I needed time to think about everything, and was determined not to give an answer that day.
It was a disappointed Dean who called the club to give my non decision.
“They didn’t take that very well,” Dean exclaimed after he hung up. “They said you’re a smart-ass, stuck up white bitch that needs to be taught a lesson.”
It was late afternoon of the very next day when four large black guys from the club burst through the front door of my house. I was frightened to death by the abruptness of their arrival.
“What is this?” I screamed.
“You’re coming with us bitch,” one of them said as he and another of the black men roughly grabbed each of my arms.
The other two grabbed Dean, and tied his hands. We were quickly conveyed to their car in our driveway.
I was terrified. I was being k**napped.
“Where are you taking us?” I cried.
“We’re taking you to the club for a little discipline, You’re going to be a black man’s bitch. You don’t have no more say in the matter than did the Africans you white people enslaved. You’re going to be bred by a black man just like black slaves were bred by whites.”
The rest of the drive was made in silence. By the time we got to the club, I was shaking from a mixture of nervousness and fear.
Both of us were bodily dragged into the club. Even in daylight, the interior was dark. Just like the last time, the first sensation I had was the unmistakable smell of sex, mixed with the odor of marijuana.
I was immediately taken to the middle of the room and roughly stripped naked. My hands were tied together, the rope run up through a ring in the ceiling Then my hands were drawn up until I was suspended so I could barely take the weight off of my arms by balancing on my toes which just touched the floor.
Dean was tied in a chair near by.
“This is Robert,” one of the guys said to me, indicating a tall, muscular black man about 40 years old who stood 6’3″. “He’s been ***********ed to be your master. You’re going to be his property. He’s going to show you what happens when you don’t obey.”
I noticed Robert was holding a long cane as he walked behind me.
There were about 30 people in the room gathering around to watch.
The first strike of the cane hurt like hell! It knocked me off balance so that I hung from my suspended arms. And the blows kept coming.
“Remember, bitch,” I heard Robert say between blows. “I like beating you. When ever you give me an excuse, I’ll do this again so people can see what happens when a slave doesn’t follow orders. But this ain’t nothin’ compared to what you white people did to the black man when you had the chance.”
Robert continued to beat me until he drew blood.
He smiled when he showed me the blood on the cane.
“This being your first time, I’m goin’ easy on you.”
When I was let down, I collapsed to the floor.
But my punishment didn’t end there.
I was immediately taken to a breeding bench. My hands were bound back over my head, and my feet bound to the floor so my legs were spread.
Robert took off his clothes, and stood before me naked. He brought his black cock to my face.
“Suck my black cock bitch,” he said bring it to my mouth. “Do a good job. I don’t want to have to beat you again.”
I had to admit it was a beautiful black cock, just what I had been craving.
I opened my mouth, and started sucking his flaccid cock. I felt his cock start to swell and enlarge in my mouth. Soon he started fucking my mouth with his hard ebony shaft of 10 inches.
He grabbed a hank of my hair and thrust his cock in and out of my mouth.
Testing me, he gradually thrust a bit deeper, then deeper yet, until he was thrusting down my throat.
I had to focus just to breath and not gag on his thick shaft.
Then he pulled back and with a grunt came all over my face, great gobs of black semen pumped from his cock, covering me.
I ran my tongue over my lips and sucked in what I could, but his cum was also in my eyes and I couldn’t see.
Black men cum so much. I was wishing my hands were free so I could his cum out of my eyes.
As I was dealing with being unable to see what was happening to me, I felt a cock pressing my labia apart and enter my pussy.
I had no idea who it was, but I felt a huge cock entering me, stretching me.
Whoever it was started fucking me hard, f orcing himself in full depth with every thrust.
Then I heard the voice of the man who was to be my master, “You said you wanted to fuck black men. That’s what you’re going to do. You’re gonna’ fuck me and any other nigger who wants you tonight. Just like when white people enslaved blacks, you have no say in the matter.”
He continued, “You said you wanted to have a black baby. I’m going to breed you as many times as I can. You’re gonna’ bear as many nigger babies as I can get out of you. You be my property, to do with as I please.”
I felt another cock being pressed against my mouth.
Oh God! I was being gang ****d by black men.
I was bound and helpless before a room full of people who were enjoying my humiliation.
I opened my mouth to accept the cock pressing itself to me as another repeatedly slammed up against my cervix.
I struggled helplessly against what bound me….there was no give.
In spite of, or perhaps because of the physical abuse, I started feeling orgasms welling up from deep inside me. They started in my vagina and traveled like electric shocks through me to my extremities.
It was as if the ropes that bound me were electrodes, and each orgasmic wave ended in a shock there.
“Oh fuck me! Make me yours! Fuck me!” I exclaimed as my orgasms overwhelmed my senses.
I was aware of pain, but it only heightened the feeling of ecstasy streaming through my body.
I was lost in a euphoric delirium.
After a while I slipped into a stupor. Black men were still using my body, but I was too exhausted to respond.
My face, hair and chest were covered in cum.
By the end of the night, I was tied face down so they could use my ass.
It was early the next morning when Dean was allowed to take me away. I was sent home naked, covered in more cum than I could have ever imagined possible. And I was sore beyond belief. Everything hurt.
It was only a week after my punishment that I was expected to go back to the black club for the formal initiation that would make a white sex slave of me. I was to be owned by the black man called Robert. His plan was to breed me as many times as he could; my womb would belong to him.
I also knew that my initiation would involve me being tattooed and collared to show the world that I was black owned.
Dean was excited to see me given up to be a black man’s sex slave. He encouraged me to go through with it, insisting that that was my purpose in life.
I still had grave misgivings, but having been caned already for my reluctance, and with Dean pushing me forward, I saw no alternative but to go through with it. Suffice it to say I was very frightened.
The day of my scheduled enslavement was very strange. Dean was the most loving husband, encouraging me all the way. He took me to a spa that was recommended by men at the club. I had an appointment with a particular black lady who knew what she was preparing me for.
She was very beautiful, so much so that I felt a little intimidated. But she was also very gentle. She started by trimming and dyeing my hair. She soaked and bathed me in an aromatic bath. Then she shaved me. Finally she gave me a manicure and pedicure, coloring my finger and toe nails bright red.
The way I was pampered, I should have been completely relaxed, but the uncertainty of what lay before me overshadowed everything.
Back home, Dean took charge. He dressed me in an outfit he had picked out for the occasion. The shortest possible shorts, nice and tight. And a string bikini top of very thin material. Black high heels completed my wardrobe.
Dean likes the way I tend to thrust my pelvis out as I walk in them. He says I’m very sexy wearing heels. Of course there was no underwear. Dean believes that a slut shouldn’t wear underwear.
Dean drove me to the club. I was feeling the convergence of the very complex, mixed and strong emotions of fear, excitement, and pending loss.
Even though it was a warm day, I was shivering slightly. My pussy was wet. My nipples were taunt, clearly visible against the flimsy fabric of my top.
Dean was cheery and kept telling me how proud he was of me, and how it was my destiny to be a brood mare for black men.
I felt that I might throw up at any moment.
We arrived at the club at the appointed hour of 5 o’clock.
Everyone was happy to see us as I was the main attraction for the evening.
We were greeted at the door by the black man, chosen by the leaders of the club, who was to be my master. Looking at him I just knew I would be breeding his black babies.
Just as before, the place was dark, all the shades were drawn, and it smelled distinctly of sex and marijuana smoke.
For the first 15 minutes, Robert took me around and introduced me to members of the club. There were about 30 people there. I got many compliments on my slutty outfit. During that short time, I had several drinks and smoked a little marijuana to help steady my nerves. I may have looked calm and collected on the outside, but I was shaking in fear on the inside in anticipation of what was about to happen to me.
It seamed as if no time at all had passed before Robert introduced me to a group of black women explaining, “these fine black ladies are going to get you ready for your formal presentation to the members of the club.”
The women smiled at me as if they knew something I didn’t.
“You ready to become black property honey?”
“Here let’s take off those slutty clothes. You white trash wear the sluttiest outfits.”
With that they stripped me naked. Then they proceeded to oil my body. It was odd to feel all those hands touching, rubbing oil on to me, all at the same time.
When they were done, and my body was liberally covered with oil, one of them called, “the bitch is ready boys.”
Four black men came and led me outside to a fancy wooden cross in back of the building. With two men lifting me up, the others tied me by my wrists and feet so I was suspended.
There I hung for the better part of an hour as the members of the club paraded by looking upon the white woman who was about to become property of one of their members, and by extension property of the club as a whole.
My shoulders ached terribly by the time I was finally taken down and led back inside to the central breeding bench.
A quiet descended over those gathered. Robert spoke to the group, “This is Barbara Jean. Tonight she’s going to be fully initiated. She will be collared and tattooed to show she is my property. From now on she is my bitch, and I’ll breed her as I please.”
A black woman approached.
As Robert watched, she produced a stainless steel slave collar for around my neck.
“This is what we do with cheap white bitches,” she said. “We make slaves out of them for our men to breed.”
I was stunned by the size of the collar. It was 2 inches wide with a large chain link attached to a ring on the collar. I was somehow expecting a collar that was more ornamental. This was a true slave collar. No one could ever mistake it for anything but, and there was no way it could be hidden. I saw that the clasp was designed so that once it is closed, it could not be opened. I was to wear that collar and the accompanying shackles for the rest of my life.
I wondered what people would think seeing such a thing on me. Everyone will know I’m a white slut for black cock. I was having second thoughts and preparing to bolt.
As if reading my mind Dean encouraged me, “Barbara, be brave. You can do this.”
Robert interjected, “This collar shows my dominance over you and blacks’ dominance over whites.”
As always, I yielded to Dean’s desires and stayed. I thought about how I had gotten myself into it all. I never thought things would go this far. Somehow I thought that this would all just be some kind of role play. Things just moved so fast.
The reality sank in as the black bitch locked the slave collar around my neck. I heard an audible click as it was snapped shut. It weighs over a pound and is a constant reminder of my new status.
At that moment I realized that I was trapped, my fate was sealed.
Next she placed steel shackles around my wrists and finally my ankles. Those weigh half a pound each. As with the slave collar, they were wide and permanently locked closed. With the help of another black woman, chains were run through rings in the collar and shackles to rings set in the floor until I was chained face down tightly to the breeding bench.
The black bitch stepped away, and a black man approached. “You will be marked to show all that you are a white slut, the property of a black man. When I’m with you, no white man will ever again want a whore like you.”
He then proceeded to tattoo a map of Africa high on my back between the shoulder blades. The needle stung, burned as it buried black ink into my white skin. I couldn’t see what he was doing.
My singular thought was that I was now completely under their control. My body was now Robert’s to literally do with as he pleased.
When the map of Africa was done, the black bitches returned and loosened the chains so I could sit up. In that position, the ace of spades was tattooed on my upper right arm.
After that I was re-chained face up by my neck collar, wrists and ankles. The chains were tight so, I couldn’t move. My legs were spread apart exposing my bare pussy to the crowd. In this position, I was tattooed with the Queen of Spades on each breast, just where the breast starts to curve out. They will be visible with any low neck line blouse.
Finally “Black Owned” was tattooed above my pussy, just below my belly button, high enough that low riding pants will reveal it.
After about an hour, the tattoos were finished. When I was released and finally had a chance to see my tattoos, I saw that they weren’t dainty girl tattoos. They were tattoos to mark me for what I was.
I was already in the position to be bred. The black bitches pulled the chains a little tighter, stretching me out.
My ass was on the edge of the bench, my legs spread apart so Robert would have easy access to my pussy.
One of them talked to me as she adjusted the chains to open my legs a little wider, “This is how white masters bred black women on the plantations. This is how your nigger master is going to breed you. Its how a whore like you deserves to be bred.”
Robert approached me naked. His whole body was the blackest black. His muscles rippled underneath his ebony skin.
I marveled at how masculine he looked. White men by comparison seamed so feminine to me.
His cock, which was already semi hard, was even blacker still. Hard it would stretch to 10 inches and was 6 inches around. Seeing him naked like that, I strangely felt proud that I was to belong to him, to be his white bitch, ready and willing to be fucked and bred.
Standing by my face, he said, “Now bitch, suck my black cock. Get it ready to impregnate you.”
The chains attached to my neck collar limited my ability to do much more than turn my face toward him and open my mouth. I closed my lips around it as he stuck that cock into my mouth and began fucking my face.
It was hugely thick. Never had I had such a thick cock, and as he thrust in and out of my mouth, it grew in size and firmness. Before long he was rock hard. I marveled at that beautiful black phallus glistening in the lights from my saliva.
He moved to the base of the bench and placed the head of that cock against my spread pussy lips.
They were wet from anticipation. My vagina had been wet from the time we started driving to the club.
“I’m going to breed you now with the first of what will be many black c***dren you will have by me.”
“Yes, fuck me, breed me. Make me pregnant with your black nigger babies,”
“You have a beautiful body made for black breeding, You’re a fine looking slut. I’m going to be proud to show you off when your belly is swollen with my baby.”
With that, he slowly began working his thick black cock into my vagina. The girth of his cock stretched me as no other cock had ever done before. I felt like my whole body was opening up to him.
In the beginning the stretching hurt. Knowing this he entered me slowly and began fucking me almost tenderly.
But, before long he started fucking me hard. It was breeding type of sex, not love making sex.
I was bound so tightly that I could barely move. I was at his complete mercy.
He could hurt me as much as he wished, and I could do nothing to stop it, and I didn’t think anyone present would interfere.
The joints I they had given me beforehand had been laced with cocaine. I think they helped me relax and submit to him as my new master.
These people knew what they were doing.
It wasn’t long before the first orgasm started to well up inside me. I had a rutting Negro furiously fucking me in public, my vagina hurt from the assault of his enormous black cock, the fresh tattoos burned,
I was chained and helpless, I had been marked as a black man’s property,
I was so close to ovulation that I would most likely become pregnant form the black seed that would soon be pumped into my womb.
All of those factors came together in a cascade of intense emotions. I yielded to my new master completely and allowed myself to be consumed by the most powerful orgasms that I had ever experienced.
I was moaning in ecstasy all my limbs shook against their chains. My mind was consumed by a kaleidoscope of colors. My breathing became ragged.
I have no idea how long it was before Robert pressed the head of his cock in the opening of my womb and released an incredible load of sperm. I could feel his cock jerking inside me and the pressure of his erupting semen as he bathed my womb with his black seed.
“My nigger seed is inside you, woman,” Robert declared as he came for the first time. “I’ve marked you for life!”
With that I had such an intense orgasm that I thought the top of my head would blow off.
As soon as he finished ejaculating in me, Robert began to fuck me again.
Coming down a little from my orgasmic high, I challenged Robert, “Fuck me harder, nigger. Breed me good. Put a black nigger baby in me.”
Meeting my challenge, Robert proceeded to punish my pale white body with his thick black cock, sending me back into waves of intense orgasms.
Before he was done with me, Robert came three times.
Each time he pressed his cock tight against my cervix and spewed his seed into my womb.
As he finally finished with me, he leaned over me and said, “You have nice hips for breeding. You were born to be nigger bred.”
Robert stepped away, and the black bitches returned. They adjusted my chains just enough so they could work a pillow under my hips. I was let to lie in that position for an hour to help insure that the black sperm inside me would fertilize an egg.
The only one to talk to me was Dean. He told me how proud he was of me, and how erotic it was to see me being fucked by a black man while I was chained helpless.
The black bitches returned and freed me. In total I had been on the breeding bench for about three hours. They removed the chains from the shackles on my wrists and ankles, and took the chain to my collar out of the floor ring.
That chain they handed to Robert.
Robert lead me naked like a dog on a leash to a table. There we had some drinks and snacks. We could see three other white women being fucked by black men.
I find that sight so erotic, for white women submitting their soft white bodies to rutting black men.
Those women were temporarily shackled as I was on my first visit to the club. I sat there naked watching them with Robert as his sperm trickled out my vagina.
I had discovered that black men cum incredible amounts, and Robert was no exception. I was amazed at how much sperm he had deposited in me.
We talked to get to know each other a little. Robert told me that now that he owned me, he was going to make me a member of the black community. We would live in a black neighborhood, and go to a black church and black social functions.
Not having noticed any other women tattooed and collared as I was in my two visits to the club, I asked Robert, “How many white bitches are collared as I am?”
Grinning, Robert replied. “One, you’re the first. Your husband said how you wanted to be tattooed, marked as a white slut for black men, and chained to show your submission to the black race. If that’s what a white lady wants, we know how to do it. There’s going to be more like you too.”
I just sat in silence as everything sank in. Dean put them up to this. I was to wear steel collar and shackles and interracial tattoos for the rest of my life because of my husband’s fetish. I guess I should have been angry, but I was so resigned to my fate that I let that all go.
We socialized and mingled for a few hours. Robert kept fondling and kissing me. I love the way he kisses, as aggressively as he fucks. He kept complimenting me, telling me what a sexy white bitch I was, and how good I was for breeding.
I kept being addressed as slut or whore. Having submitted to being collared and tattooed, I had a special status with the blacks there.
Then I was chained again for more breeding. Robert was the only one to fuck me because he wanted to be sure the baby was his.
After that Robert took me to a room for the rest of the night where we fucked three more times before falling asleep.
In the morning he fucked me again. God! That man is insatiable, and I’m his lucky white bitch.
After all I had gone through, I really felt like a complete woman. Never before had I felt so good about myself.
My orgasms were so intense, I knew I truly was meant to submit to black men in any way they desired.
After the morning fuck session, we showered and dressed. It was about 9 Sunday morning. The only clothes I had were what I had worn to the club. The crotch of my shorts was a little stiff from all the sex juices I had produced in anticipation of my initiation.
Robert led to his car by my neck chain. We went to a restaurant for breakfast. I was wondering if he would keep me chained in public places, but he removed the chain before we went in.
We received lots of stares. I was dressed very slutty, all of my tattoos were visible, and I was wearing those large collar and shackles. I really felt proud of my new status.
I wanted everybody to know I was a black owned white slut. It was amusing to see everybody trying to watch us without being obvious about it.
Robert saw this too and made the most of it by fondling and kissing me every chance he got. I felt so wicked french kissing him over breakfast.
Next he took me to his black church. I wasn’t exactly dressed for church, but I did as my master desired. He was proud to show me off to the congregation. I noticed a theme of black supremacy in the minister’s sermon. Robert told me he was a member of the club too.
After showing me his house, so I would know where I would eventually be living, we returned to the club. It was mid afternoon. Before we got out of the car, Robert again ran a chain through my collar.
Once inside, I noticed that more people had arrived. He led me over to a large wooden X fastened to the wall. It was a St. Andrew’s Cross. On each corner of the cross iron rings were fastened.
Turning to me Robert said, “It is time to present you to the members of the club.”
Two black women approached.
“Its time for Robert to show off his new whore,” said the first.
“Stand still bitch, so’s we can strip your white ass,” said the other.
One removed my top while the other unfastened and pulled down my shorts. Stepping out of my shorts and shoes, I was again naked.
I wasn’t sure what was to happen to me, but by that time, I had learned to simply submit to what ever black people wanted to do to me.
Two large black men took hold of me and lifted me into the air in front of the cross. While they held me, the bitches ran chains through each wrist shackle to the iron ring on the top of the cross.
That done, the men slowly lowered me until I was hanging from my out stretched arms. The black bitches then ran chains through the shackles on my ankles to the bottom rings so my legs were splayed open.
Thus chained, naked, spreadeagled, and vulnerable , those in attendance gathered around to inspect me.
I couldn’t help it. As soon as I was publicly suspended with my leg spread as they were, my pussy started getting wet, my nipples hardened, extending an inch from my firm enhanced breasts.
Men and women alike came over. They ran their hands over my body as they wished. Some concentrated on my fine hair, so different from course, kinky black hair. Some fondled my breasts, pinching or sucking my extended nipples. Many stuck their fingers up my wet pussy.
Seeing how excited I was, they would make some derogatory comment like, “This white whore sure wants some black cock. Can’t your white husband take care of you, that you need to come here to be fucked by niggers? You white sluts are all alike, craving real men, black men.”
I was so completely helpless. My wrists and arms burned from supporting all my weight. I was sore all over from being tattooed and being stretched by Robert’s thick black cock fucking me so long and so hard. In response, Adrenalin was coursing through my body. And the more I was fondled, the wetter I got.
Once everyone had their opportunity to humiliate me, Robert approached naked. He was ready for me, his thick black cock standing out, stiff and hard.
“This is how we present white whores who are black owned, And I’m going to breed you up there so everyone knows you are my white bitch.”
He grasped my hips, placed the tip of his black cock against the parted labia of my pussy, and pulled me into him as he thrust up.
I was hanging at just the right height for him to impale me with the full ten inches of that thick black shaft. The force of his thrust forced the air out of me as he pushed himself right up to my cervix.
Then he started to fuck me as hard as he could, showing all that he was my master, and he would do to me as he pleased.
“Yes! Fuck me! Breed me! Plant your black nigger baby in me!” I cried as he ravished me like a rutting bull.
It wasn’t long before the first orgasm started welling up from my vagina. As if my shackles were electrodes, the waves of orgasmic energy spread through my body to those steel rings binding me. It felt like jolts of electric current were coursing through me from my pussy to the metal suspending me.
I experienced the sheer ecstasy brought about by my complete submission to a powerful black man. I was soon moaning in an orgasm induced delirium.
While I was obvious to his presence at the time, that was the moment Dean returned to pick me up. He was shocked to see his wife naked and so suspended and assaulted. But, he also confessed that he found the sight was so incredibly erotic. The vision he had of his white wife shackled and the recipient of the historic lust of blacks for white women.
Eventually Robert came in me yet again, depositing his black seed into my womb. Except this time I was simply left to hang from my chains.
There I dangled, spent, exhausted as a black man’s sperm dribbled down my legs.
Eventually I was freed, and Dean was allowed to take me home….. for the time being.
He kept telling me how sexy I looked with Robert, how erotic it was for him to see me submit completely to what ever black people chose to do to me.
He said he was very proud of me.
The next day, Robert came to claim me and take me to his house, where I would be living for the foreseeable future.
I would be there and at the club, to be displayed as Robert’s white slut property, and mother-to-be of his first bi-racial c***d.
There were promises that there would be many more
No one else would be allowed to fuck me until it was confirmed that I was pregnant with Robert’s c***d.
At that time, other members of the club would be allowed to fuck and cum in my mouth, and fuck my pussy, and dump their cum there as well, knowing I was being used for their pleasure and enjoyment as the clubs first really owned white slut bitch.
After my pregnancy was confirmed, Robert had Dean come back to club alone.
Not knowing what was in store, and expecting to see me, Dean went willingly and trusting, since it was his idea of how he had been wanting me to become a black mans property.
When he arrived, he was bound and shackled, similar to me.
It was explained that since it was his vision to see me as submissive to Black Men and Women, it was only fitting that he should be too.
He was striped naked and bound to one of the breeding benches.
The women who had collared and shackled me returned with the same items that had place permanently on me, and fitted Dean with them.
The addition of a steel chastity device was attached to his small penis.
There was talk of castration, but that would be left to a later date.
The tattoo artist was also there to mark Dean with similar and appropriate tattoos to show his submission to and ownership by black men.
It turned out that there were members of the club that had friends who were more interested in using a white male for their pleasure and enjoyment rather than white females.
Dean was then offered to these men, whose desires rivaled the members who wished to fuck the white women to came there.
Dean had had these desires himself, to offer his body and mind to Black men but acted them out by offering me to the black men of the club.
Dean became a regular bottom bitch for black men, enthusiastically taking their cocks at both ends, and the strap-ons of any of the black women who wished to do so.