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Disclaimer. I write stories for pleasure. Everything in my stories is
fiction. In no way do I condone the scenarios within the writings.
Rape, child endangerment, and unwanted pregnacy are subjects to be
role-played between you and your significant other only. Anybody
actually carrying out this in real life, needs to see a psychiatrist,
or seek mental help from a qualified expert in mental health. I am
always open to comments and constructive criticism. I believe in the
second ammendment, and only free people should be reading stories like
this. If it is illegal or unlawful to read adult stories in your,
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story. Thank You, trukin_fool




"How would you like to fuck her?"
The words caught me off guard. I knew she was married, and her husband
was here. I just didn't know which fellow he was.
As I turned to see who asked me the question, I noticed a large dark
skinned man, standing next to me.
"They call me JJ." The black muscular black man said, while extending
his huge hand towards me.
I shook his hand, and soon we were chatting away like old friends.
"I've watched you staring at her." He said.
"Uh yeah, I guess I was. I'm sorry for that." I said meekly, being
intimidated by the huge mountain of muscles next to me.
"Haw haw haw." His laughter filled the room. "Sheeeeeet man. If it
were possible to bang a woman with your eyes, youd have had her twenty
times already."
"Uh yes, I know. But I can't help it. She is so sexy. She just does
something to me." I tried to explain.
"So? Y'all likes black women?"
"Well, not especially. I just like the ones who carry themselves with
dignity, and grace. It doesn't make any difference what color they
are." I answered.
"Then why don't y'all go over and hit on her?" He asked. "Maybe she
feels the same about you."
"Oh no." I quickly replied. "She's married, and I don't need any angry
husband smashing my face in."
"How do you know she's married?" JJ asked.
"She comes here quite often." I answered. "She always wears a wedding
ring. Tonight I noticed she isn't. She had it on when she came in, but
she went to the ladies room, and when she came out, it was gone. Maybe
her husband and her had a fight. And if he comes in, he'd probably
beat the shit out of, who ever is standing close to her. I just don't
need a fight."
"Yo man." He then said. "Y'all are very observant."
"So? What turns you on about her most? Her titties or her ass?" He
inquired.
"Oh, she has nice breasts. But her long legs got my attention, the
first time I saw her." I said, feeling my cock lurch in my pants.
"I'll bet they'd feel really fine, wrapped around you, while you bang
her cootch." He added.
"I think you're right." I said. "But I'll probably never know."
"Hey dude." JJ offered. "Why don't y'all get on over there, and talk
to her. I'll back you up, if her old man comes in. Besides, what is
that nigger thinkin anyway? Lettin' a fine woman like that out without
a chaperone."
"I ... I don't know." I stammered. "She probably isn't interested in
me. I've heard stories about how well you guys are built. And I'm not
all that big."
After I said that, I cringed at my statement. I had just used a
stereotype, and to a big black man on top of it.
"Haw haw haw." He laughed again. "Not all nigga's is hung like horses.
I got's me a homie, who ain't even got five inches. Now, any other
excuses?"
For whatever reason, this guy was really trying to help build my
confidence. I thought about how this could be a setup, where once I
ventured outside, I'd get my ass kicked. The only roblem was that I
was now thinking with my  smaller head.
As I strolled over to the woman who I had fantasized about, I got
another thought of what I was doing. Here I was, in a small bar,
walking over to a sexy black lady, whom I'd never met, and I was going
to ask her to to allow me to seduce her. Fuck it, if I was going to
get shot down, I was going down in flames.
"Hey pretty lady." I said, as I approached her side.
"Hey yourself." She answered.
"Can I buy you a drink?" I said, as I realized that this was the
lamest pickup line ever.
"Only if you have what I'm drinking." She replied smiling, and turned
quickly to the bartender. "We'll have two shots of tequila. No
training wheels."
I was stunned at her nonchalant attitude.
I watched her grab the glasses, and handing one to me she spoke.
"I was wondering how long it would take for you to come over here and
talk to me."
She slammed her drink, and added.
"I was bigging to wonder, if an old woman like me wasn't attractive
anymore."
"No no no." I replied, after drinking the bitter liquid. "You are very
beautiful. Honest."
"Ha ha." She laughed. "I'll bet you say that to all the ladies, you
try to have sex with."
Her words startled me. Did she really know what I wanted? And why was
she so relaxed, if she did?
Again she smiled and giggled.
"I don't bite." She explained. "Unless I get really wet and turned on.
You think you can handle that?"
I numbly nodded my head.
"Come on, let's dance." She quickly said, dragging me to the dance
floor, while a slow song played.
"Oh, I see you're happy to be with me." She whispered into my ear, as
she rubbed her belly against my engorged hardon. "I'll bet you can
really drive the women wild with that."
I was totally embarassed. She was making fun of my hardon, but still
toyed with me.
"Ever been with a black woman before?" She asked.
"Uh, no." I replied. "But there's always a first time."
Again I cringed at my ability to say the most stupid things, at the
most inopportune times.
"Really?" She asked, with a stunned voice. "I'd have thought a stud
like you, would have been to bed with at least a dozen of us black
girls. You're not prejudice, are you?"
"No ma'am." I answered shyly. "It's just that...."
"I know. It's just that you never found one willing to spread their
legs for you. Right?" She asked bluntly.
I felt my face redden, at her honesty and bluntness. I began to sweat
profusely, as we continued to dance, while she giggled.
"Whew." She exclaimed, as the dance ended. "Are you as hot as I am?"
I numbly nodded my head, as she dragged me to the bar.
"We'll have one more, and then I have to leave." She said to the
bartender.
We drank the next shot quickly, and she turned to leave.
I stood there lost in my emotions, thinking that all she wanted, was
to tease me.
After three steps, she turned, and looked at me, with a questioning
look.
"Well?" She said flatly. "Are you coming? Or are you waiting for a
written invitation?"
I nodded quietly, and soon I was following her out the door.
"I've watched you stare at me, everytime I come here." She said,
stopping and spinning to look me in the eye. "What I want from you, I
want right now. Think you can handle giving me what I need?"
Again I nodded nervously.
I followed her to her van, and we took off, without talking for a
while.
"When's the last time you were laid?" She suddenly asked.
"Uh, about two months ago." I answered.
"Great. We can have a lot of fun then." She quipped.
She pulled into a motel parking lot, away from the downtown district.
Again my mind racing. This is more like a setup, than ever before.
She parked directly in front of a room, and got out of the car. She
walked to a door, with key in hand, and unlocked it.
Looking over her shoulder, she smiled, and entered the room, motioning
me to follow her with her finger.
I nervously walked up to the door, before she grabbed my hand, and
roughly pulled me inside.
Before I could get my wits about me, she was kissing me deeply with
her full ebony lips. They were so soft. Like pillows, pressing against
my own lips.
Soon her tohgue began to explore my mouth. She pushed it deep and
tickled the back of my throat.
During this time, I hadn't noticed, but she was already shedding her
dress, and shoes.
As she released me, she began to undo her bra and shimmy out of her
lacy panties.
"Well come on lover." She said, dragging me to the bed. "We haven't
got all night."
I stood next to the bed, and froze as she deftly undid my pants and
shoes. I knew she was hot, but I was beginning to get uncomfortable.
"Aren't you married?" I asked nervously as she pulled off my shirt.
"Yes I am. So what?" She replied with an impish grin.
I took on a terrified look, as she began to laugh.
"You think I'd tell my husband where I am, or what I'm doing?" She
asked sweetly.
"I ... I don't normally mess around with married ...." I stuttered.
"With married black ho's?" She interjected.
"No, no." I tried to correct her. "I mean I don't fool around with any
married women."
"Well?" She grinned. "Like you said, there's always a first time."
My own words from earlier had just come back to haunt me. Could I
actually have sex with this woman?
She then laid back on the bed, rubbing and squeezing her breasts, for
my benefit. She soon had one hand trailing down to her soft kinky
pubic hair. Slowly she spread her legs, and began to toy with her
clit.
My cock was bouncing before her, with a desire to be used.
Swiftly she sat up, and grabbed my arms, pulling on top of her.
"You know you want it, and I want it too. Give me some loving baby."
She whispered hoarsely.
One of her hands found my erect cock, and inserted it into her hot
steamy hole. She trust her hips forward, engulfing half of it into
her.
"Oooooo, Mama's going to love this white boy dick." She cooed. "Come
on baby. Give mama some sweet white boy love."
I was now thinking with my cock again, and was soon buried deep inside
her warm gripping snatch.
"Ahhh yeah." She grunted. "You're pretty good for a white boy. I'll
bet you have the ho's stacked up to fuck your brains out. Don't you?"
"N...no, not really." I mumbled, trying to hold off my impending
climax.
"Let it go baby. You can come if you want. In fact I want you to come.
Fill me with your hot seed. Ohhhhhhhh." She screamed.
After only three or four strokes, she began to match my thrusts. She
was attaining her orgasm, simutaneously with mine.
"Make me a mama. Fill me with your sperm. Knock this black ho up. I
want your baby." She continued.
I sunk deep and unloaded my seed into her twitching womb. The
consequences crossed my mind, but I could not even think about pulling
out, or stopping the rush of sperm, blasting into her baby factory.
After the violent orgasms subsided, we lay there regaining our breath.
"What did you mean?" I asked meekly. "I mean about me making you a
mom. Are you able to get pregnant?"
A soft loving smile appeared on her face, as she stared deep into my
eyes.
"My husband and I wanted children." She began to explain. "He is
unable to father any, because of his low sperm count. We also decided
that if I were to find the right man, to do the job, we wanted a light
skinned child. My parents and his are very dark. The chances of us
having a dark child were too great, so we agreed to have some white
man, with style and a good physical specimen, to impregnate me.
Tonight is my most fertile time, and we hope it takes. My husband and
I are thrilled that you were so happy to help us."
"But why didn't you tell me?" I asked, stunned at her honesty.
"Would you have come her, knowing I wanted your sperm in me to
inseminate me?" She asked.
"Probably not." I said.
"I'm sorry we both tricked you, but that was the only way to
accomplish our goals." She said, with sincerity.
It was then the closet door opened, and I was frightened beyond
belief.
There stood the same black man, who I'd talked to earlier, at the bar.
He was holding a video camera, and smiling.
I cowered nervously as he spoke.
"Sorry dude. But if'n I said we wanted you for breeding purposes,
you'd have run away with your tail between your legs. We had set this
up weeks ago, and now the deed is done." He said.
I reached for my pants and shirt.
"Please don't be mad." She begged. "We didn't mean no harm."
As I hurriedly dressed, she watched and tried to explain further.
"I wanted the perfect white man, that's why we played it out, like we
did. We both knew you'd be too much of a gentleman to do it any other
way."
"Hey man." He offered. "We're cool, with you doing what you did. We
don't usually do this. And my wife has had a thing for you for weeks."
As I walked swiftly to the door, both of them stood and watched.
"Can I call a cab?" I asked.
"Don't worry bud." He said. "She'll give you ride back, if that's what
you want."
A broad smile appeared on her face again, as she stood, and began to
dress herself.
"What's with the camera?" I asked, watching her body being covered
again. "You going to blackmail me?"
Both of them laughed.
"We wanted to record the insemination. That's all." She said. "As long
as I was getting the loving, he thought he could at least be useful at
something."
"What if it doesn't take?" I asked.
"Would you be willing to try again?" He asked flatly.





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