1 comments/ 105777 views/ 7 favorites Bee Cee Ess: Encounter On The Job By: Ulyssa Let's start toward the end of my story, okay? I'm a forty-one year old white wife and mother who recently decided to move close to the university where my youngest son attends, so that we could share an apartment. I'd been married to the same man since the age of eighteen. By now, all of our children were either away at college or out on their own. Although my husband wasn't my first man, and we'd been affably married for twenty-two years. Ray and I recently divorced a few months back; so this was why I'd asked to move in with my youngest son. Before then, I'd been working for a privately funded social service agency as an intake caseworker for about nine years, when everything in my life changed. As you well know, the majority of those who apply for help in this country are mothers at or below the poverty line. Most of the time, these mothers are black. Naturally, we've had mothers as young as thirteen or fourteen and grandmothers as old as eighty come to us for help with their rent or their heat or merely to ask us to lend an ear to a problem or a question. One day, Bette, an African American woman in her late forties, brought one of her sons along with her. My heart nearly stopped when I met him. Tyron was about twenty years of age and absolutely the epitome of a young masculine black. He'd just gotten out of prison for a drug related felony, and he was on parole for at least another two years. But I was taken by his self-assurance and his drive to want to put his past behind him. The three of us talked for an hour and a half in my office that morning, and I literally melted every time my light blue eyes met his deep dark brown eyes. Finally, when our intake session ended, I pulled out my card to give to each of them. After the two of them left, I hurried to the ladies room to see if what I'd thought had happened to me was real. Christ! My panties were totally, thoroughly soaked--almost too wet to wear any longer. I stayed in the restroom longer than I had intended. I started by innocently wiping myself, but my fingers periodically slipped and tantalized the sensitive tissues of my cunt. Keeping those stirring deep brown eyes and the aroma of his cologne fast in my memory, I quickly fingered myself to an intense orgasm. Believe me; I was totally surprised by how fast I came. Then I coated the inside of my panties with toilet paper and went back to my desk. I kept thinking that I had to be walking funny, and my walk would give my strange and erotic discomfort with what just happened away to my co-workers. A little while later, my phone rang. It was Tyron! He started by saying that he'd called to thank me. I told him he was welcome, and that it was all part of my job. He asked me if I wanted to go out for a drink with him sometime, and I told him that I couldn't as long as he was on my caseload--that if I did, I'd lose my job. "If I wasn't on your caseload, would you go out with me?" I didn't even think before I answered. "Yes, I would," I told him. "I'm glad. Well, the reason I called is I need to set up an appointment with the state employment service as soon as possible," he said. "Is there any possibility that the agency could provide a ride?" I told him that we provided transportation all the time. He just had to set up a time when he wanted to go, and we'd try to accommodate him. Ty asked me if I'd be the one to drive him, and I said I'd be happy to. Two days later, I picked Tyron up in one of the agency's transport vans. He brought a small duffel bag, something like an airport flight bag, which he tossed it in the back of the van. I asked him what the bag was for, and he said we needed to go to the Salvation Army store and pick up a few items first. I was puzzled, but I drove him there. He told me that he wanted to pick out a number of items which all together might cost between five and ten dollars, and would either the agency or I pay for it? I told him that too was done all the time; we just needed to keep the receipt for agency records. We walked through the thrift store together for about fifteen minutes while Tyron collected a couple of pillows, a comforter, a blanket and few other odds and ends. I figured that he must have needed extra bedclothes for home, now that he'd moved back in with his mother. I stayed very close to him as we roamed the store. I was surprised at how comfortable I felt strolling next to him. Every now and then he'd take hold of my arm and pull me over to see one thing or another as if he were getting my opinion. Deep inside, my pussy knew that he was touching me for an entirely different reason. Eventually I paid for the articles out of my own money, kept the receipt for reimbursement, and told him that it would be best for us to go on to the employment service. He laughed. "We're not gonna have time for that," he replied. "Not today." I looked at him. "Why not?" "Because, I need time to line the floor of this van with these blankets and comforters. I don't want your back hurt by that hard surface on the van bed." "My back?" "Your back, your butt, your thighs--get the picture?" Like a fool, I shook my head. "I don't understand." He looked at me and smiled that big wide lipped smile of his. "Did you think I wouldn't see what's been happening with you, Lynda? Tell me, did you ever fuck a black man before?" I looked at him as if he'd said some mysterious word in an alien language. "Fuck?" He shook his head and smiled again. "Lock up the van. You realize that I saw the two of us embracing in a vision the very first time I looked in your eyes." "Really?" I made sure all the doors were locked, and by the time I turned back toward the transport area, he had it all prepared. The blankets were arranged, the pillows were set down, and Ty had his shirt wide open, so that his beautiful mahogany colored chest was bared directly at me. "We're wasting time," he said. "C'mon, take off that dress." "But I--" I started to protest. "Take your clothes off!" he demanded. "Right now! I don't plan on telling you again." That was it. For some unknown reason, I immediately did exactly as I was told. No, wait. I guess I couldn't really say the reason was unknown. I'd been enthralled with his presence all morning. His bearing, his voice, even his odor—in fact, all of Tyron's essence had been calling out to me physically; so I began to squirm out of my dress. It didn't take long for me to finish disrobing. I knew right then and there that I wanted Tyron, and, God help me, I wanted him sexually. He allowed me to fold my clothes before he brought his wide lips to mine. "That's better," he said as he unsnapped my bra strap. "Much better." He helped me to the floor and then his hands went right to the elastic band of my panties. In just moments, Tyron pealed away the micro stretch sheer fiber panty material from my hips, and I consciously lifted my buttocks off the floor to allow him easy access to remove them. So much for my protesting, I thought. "Oh yeah," the young black man murmured. "Just beautiful." His fingers slid into the damp clingy hairs over my pussy. "I can smell you, Lynda—on my fingertips. You smell like pure sex." I shivered, riveting my eyes to his. "I'm s-sorry," I whispered. He laughed. "Don't be. That's a good smell—hell, a great smell. I haven't had a real woman since I got out of prison," he added. "Why don't you take hold of my cock with your delicate white fingers? I want you to experience the contrast of your white skin against my black cock." I moaned. Tyron bent down to kiss me on the lips. Tyron continued to gently kiss my lips while my eyes remained closed. "Take hold of my cock with your beautiful white fingers, Lynda," he continued to whisper. "I want you to see how you stimulate me." I reached down with my fingers and touched him. This wasn't my husband Ray's penis I was touching. It belonged to a black man--a man much younger--hell, a man much larger than my husband. "Oh, God!" "Watch how my dick responds to your delicate touch, Lynda. I want you to think how each swollen vein that you touch will bring pleasure to you when you feel my cock jammed up deep inside you." I tried to imagine that his cock was already inside me as I fingered its massive glans again. Would it hurt? Would I stretch for him? Would Tyron be cautious and gentle putting his dick inside of me for the first time? Tyron was moving his cock along my belly as I reached down and laid the tips of my fingers on top of its massive length. Jeez, I couldn't believe how different he was from any other man I'd known. Then he teased me with his lips. Tyron licked my lips teasingly with his tongue, and then he placed his wide lips onto mine while he reached down between his legs to position his erection. He adjusted his body and placed the head of his cock near the entrance to my moist and aching pussy. "Please," I whispered, but I didn't elaborate. He grinned. His face said to me, what did you mean by that? But he also knew I didn't want him to stop. My tummy was gyrating, trembling, and my breathing began to sound erratic as I knew that I was getting closer to feeling Tyron's dick being thrust inside me. Tyron had placed the tip of his dick between my labial lips, and now he was gently moving the head from the top up near my clitoris, and then back down slowly mixing my bubbling juices with his own pre-cum to lubricate his cock. I raised my bare legs and bent them back, bringing my knees closer to my tits. Tyron pushed forward putting pressure on my parting labia as he continued to move the head of his penis along the opening to my pussy. Tyron gave himself another push forward as he watched my eyes wince from the pressure. I raised my head and stared down between my legs to watch his large black cock press into my loins for the first time. My eyes went wide with disbelief. In less than three minutes, I'd found myself on my back with my legs spread, Ty's body carefully jackknifed between my thighs, and his massive black dick wonderfully jammed straight up my pussy. This young African American man was the first man I'd had besides my husband in over twenty years. "My God," I thought. "Just a little over twenty years? That's how old this young man sticking his black dick into my body was!" For the first time in my life, I understood the real magic of what a large black cock could do to a woman. After a year or so in prison, Tyron was more than ready for a woman as pliant and accommodating as I was--and as white as I was. "Any black man stuck in stir dreams of fucking a married white pussy like yours, Lynda," he said. I gulped back a nervous moan, and murmured. "Really?" "See, deep inside we black men know that married white women want to get..." Ty paused and took a deep breath. "Get a real taste of what they can't...Unnghhh!" He grunted and came immediately. I suddenly felt everything go incredibly wet within me. I felt a bit disappointed, and I sighed out loud. "Oh..." "What's the matter with you?" he asked, as he lifted himself up off my belly to look me in the eyes. "I was kind of hoping we'd have...a little more time before you came." "Time!" Tyron chuckled. "Do you see me pulling out? I ain't near through with you yet." With that said, Ty began to thrust in and out of me once again. He felt so dominant, so totally in charge that I just went with the flow of all that energy between us. Nothing could come between us, I thought. Nothing. Only then did I realize that his plans had caught me totally off guard. There really was nothing between us. Ty hadn't bothered to use a condom, and when I'd let him fill my cunt with his living sperm, there wasn't any protection. "Oh my God, Ty! You didn't use a condom." "Now why would I deprive myself of the sensation of your soft, lily white cunt by using a condom?" He grinned as his fingers caressed my chin. "You wouldn't leave the wrapper on to eat a candy bar." "B-but s-something might happen." "Something did happen," he replied. "And it's gonna happen again. Isn't it?" "But, I might get pregnant!" "Yep, you just might at that," he said quite matter-of-factly. I stayed silent. I was still penned down against the van bed with a very strong, masculine black presence both perched on top of my body and shoved deep inside my loins. Tyron had me totally under his power physically--and even though I was loathe to admit it, he had me emotionally under control as well. "C'mon, Lynda, just match my rhythm." He began thrust within me again, and I was so wet, so lubricated that I soon fell into his rhythm. Bringing my white abdomen up to meet him as he slapped his black belly down, I looked down several times to see his dark shaft push deep into my cunt. "Oh, Christ," I moaned as my longing for an exquisite climax began to writhe around both in my brain and just as deep in my abdomen. "Omigod!" I moaned, as I climaxed under him. Ty climaxed once again—long and hard. He filled me again with his thick creamy sperm. My beloved ex-convict got his strength back three more times that morning. That's four times the amount of semen I'd ever tried to keep in my pussy for my entire married life. I'd signed out the van for only two hours, but I was late getting it back to the agency that day. Tyron put all the blankets and pillows into his duffel which he took with him when I dropped him off. I had to stop at a fast food restaurant, and stuff toilet paper up my cunt to keep my pantyhose and skirt from getting any messier than they already were. That night I went home and dreamed about how wonderful it was feeling that huge black cock plunging in and out of my loins, and how I should have been worried that he hadn't thought to bring along a condom. My husband had a vasectomy a while back; so, needless to say, I hadn't even bothered to stay on the pill for over two years. I had every right to be worried, but I wasn't. I didn't know why back then. I couldn't help myself. As his caseworker, I called Tyron and left messages for him to check in with me as soon as possible. I didn't hear from him for over a couple of days. It felt more like a whole week! Finally after three days Tyron called me again about arranging transportation and told me to set it up immediately. I spent another entire afternoon naked in the back of one of the agency vans indulging in the hardness of his marvelous black cock invading the sanctity of my white pussy again and again. I started to say something about the fact that even though I had packed some condoms in my purse, we used no protection whatsoever. "I told you once before that many of the brothers in prison dream of fucking married white pussy when they finally get out," he repeated to me like an impatient teacher. "And deep inside we both know that a woman like you wants a taste of the taboo, am I right?" I gasped. "Oh, yes," I answered, just as my body began to sing a climactic tribute to the motion of his dark probing cock. "Ooooo, yessss." "All right then," he muttered. "I don't want to hear any more shit about condoms or diaphragms or the pill, you got that?" For some reason I was eager to say it. "Yes," I answered. "I understand." "All right." Tyron grinned. "So Lynda, you gonna let me give you a baby?" His words made my body quake under him. "Oohh!" He brought his mouth back down to my lips--still kissing me while rotating his cock inside my pussy. Now that I had gotten accustomed to his size, I pulled back to look into his eyes. Tyron had a determined look about him, while I continued to feel his amazing cock stretch my pussy. Suddenly his body went stiff and stopped moving. "All right! Anngghh!" he grunted, flooding my cunt with another torrent of liquid heat. "All right!" Panting, I lay naked on my back on top of a cheap Salvation Army comforter under a black man whose marvelous spurting dick was buried deep inside my body. This time felt so different, so much more erotic and taboo being a white woman getting fucked by a large black man. I glanced at the wedding ring on my third finger. Lynda, I said to myself, you're still a married white woman, and he's a very capable and potent black man. Potent? Oh, God—potent! Tyron could get me pregnant! Later, as we both rested, he pulled a card from his pants pocket. "Now two weeks from tomorrow night you are going to meet me at this address, sometime between 5:30 and 6:00 PM." "Two weeks?" I whined. "I'll see you before then, right?" "You will not see me, call me or try to get a hold of me in any way until this time," he said. "Do you understand me?" I said I did, although I really didn't. Satisfied by my answer, Ty re-positioned his mahogany knees in order to part my white thighs once again. In moments he was thrusting his huge cock deep inside of me, slowly building to an incredible climax. Growling out loud, his body cut loose and emptied a massive load of pure African American semen directly into my unprotected pussy. Thrilled, I squealed under his dominant grasp. "That's better." Tyron panted over me as if he'd just finished a hundred yard dash. "Much better." "Do it again," I pleaded. I could feel his wetness seeping out of my cunt and pooling underneath me. "What do you say, young lady?" "Please?" I whispered, reaching down to touch his black dick. "Please, do it again." Ty grinned. Once again I got the van back late. Tyron had stayed away from me for the full two weeks he stated on that Tuesday afternoon, during which I'd undergone the disappointing surprise of getting my period the very next day. I can't begin to tell you how anxious, how relieved I was about the period, and then how excited I was to get a message from Ty on my answer phone reminding me about my appointment that Wednesday evening. I informed my husband that I was going out with some of my co-workers that Wednesday night, and I drove my car to the address Ty gave me. It was a sports complex on the edge of the inner city. He was waiting in the parking lot for me. There were two other black men with him. "Leave your car here, Lynda," he said. "It'll be safe here. We're riding with Quiller and Leon." This was an unexpected surprise. Who were these men, I wondered. But I didn't ask him, I just followed him into Leon's burgundy Lincoln and sat in back between Tyron and Quiller. I soon discovered that Quiller, a huge black man over three hundred pounds--a lot of it muscle, some of it big gut and love handles, had met Ty in prison. While Leon, who was thin and sinewy, had run drugs with Tyron on the street before he went to prison. They were all very candid about what their past relationships had been. "Aren't you breaking probation hanging with these men?" I whispered. "Doesn't matter any more," he answered. "The only thing that matters now is how Quiller and Leon take to you." "I don't understand," I said hesitantly. "Yes, you do, Lynda," Tyron said slipping his strong black hand up under my blouse. "You told me how your husband had a vasectomy after your third child. I know you haven't been on the pill for ages, and I was with you the day before your last period started over two weeks ago today. I could smell that trace of blood at your pussy." Omigod! He said it so matter-of-factly that my mouth probably dropped wide open. "You're halfway to a real understanding about what life as a black cock slut is about. Now the three of us are going to take you the rest of the way." "What rest of the way?" I asked. My hands were trembling as I reached out to touch him. All three men laughed. "How did you feel the day you got your period?" Ty asked. "Lousy. Grumpy. Out of sorts," I answered. "You know--period stuff." Bee Cee Ess: Encounter On The Job "Tell me the truth, Lynda. How did you feel when your period came after you went through a couple of weeks of unprotected sex with me?" "Stop it," I said. "No, woman," Tyron grabbed my arm and squeezed it hard. He didn't hurt me, but I knew he could. "You tell me everything. Right now!" I trembled in his grasp. "I-I was--I was...disappointed." "Bee-Cee-Ess!" Leon said, and the other two men laughed. "What?" I asked. "Black cock slut." Quiller broke into a huge grin. I looked at him and realized that he had the oversized lips of a typical black man, but his top lip was much larger than his lower lip. It wasn't an ugly sight by any means, just a little disconcerting at first. "You soon gonna discover you'll do anything to get it--to keep gettin' it." "Admit it, Lynda," Tyron added. "Inwardly you wanted to be pregnant." "That's not true." I remember shaking my head no as a matter of form. Yet, each of my three companions sensed that I didn't really mean what I'd said. "Listen, whore, we can turn this car around right now, and take you back to your car," Leon stated. "Or you can cum with the three of us tonight and go home after it's all over and done with--it's your choice." I stared at the face in the rear view mirror for a moment. Finally, his eyes caught mine. Then I spoke very softly. "I want to go with you." "There's just one thing, slut," Quiller said. "We all know it's been exactly two weeks since your last period. When we get to my place, all three of us are planning to fuck you--all at once and one at a time. There ain't gonna be no fuckin' condoms, no fuckin' spermicide foam--no nothing. You understand that?" I nodded. "Yes," I answered in my meekest voice. "I understand." "Good." Tyron said. "We're gonna make this one special night." That night began the first of several weeks' worth of notable changes in my life. That night I willingly accompanied three horny-as-hell black studs to Quiller's small one-bedroom inner city apartment in a desperately foolish desire to be gang fucked by three men recently released from prison. Three men, all of them demanding to be totally dominant over my little white married ass, had a way of taking what might have occurred in less than sixty minutes and stretching that time out for well over six hours. Within two minutes they'd stripped me down totally. I must have blushed because I felt my cheeks flush with the reality of my nudity there surrounded by three black men. Then, the three others quickly undressed as well. For my sake, Tyron went first. He made the others understand that I needed the familiar warmth and length of his cock before anyone new could have me. I trembled at first, as he pushed his cock into my pussy. Although I was used to fucking Ty, I'd never fucked for an audience before. I wasn't as wet as I should have been, but the feel of Tyron's body changed that for me in minutes. He knew just how lubricated I could get. In fact it wasn't long before I locked my eager hands around the back of his neck, and I held onto Tyron for dear life as he began to increase the speed of his strokes into me. He felt just as good as I remembered. God, please, I didn't want this to stop! Surprisingly, he was quite matter-of-fact about his lovemaking, quickly spraying a flask full of sperm deep inside of me in a matter of five or six minutes. I was a bit disappointed. I didn't want to let him go. The next man in line was Quiller. I don't mind telling you that since he weighed well over three hundred pounds, I was afraid to have this large, black man climb on top of me. But I'd under-estimated myself. Not only could I handle his body weight, I discovered that when his dick parted the soft tissue of my labia, I welcomed his strong erected presence wholeheartedly. The squishing sounds coming from my wet pussy clearly were more defined now as Quiller plunged his dick into me. This was incredible. I tilted my head so that I was able to look down between my legs and watch Quiller's stiff black shaft disappear deep into my pussy time after time slamming deep into me with each new thrust. Quiller may have been an extra large man, but he was an excellent fuck. He too took a little over five minutes to climax. However, when Quiller withdrew, he asked for a kiss. Happily, I gave him that kiss, enjoying every moment of it. Afterwards, I reached down with my fingers to find that my loins were coated, indeed swimming in sticky white semen. Leon was harder. Not necessarily in the dick, but in his attitude--even in the way he fucked me, as if I were some full-sized inflatable doll and not a real woman. He didn't come as quickly as the other two had. It took a bit of doing to get used to his style. I rested the palms of my hands on his shoulders as Leon pummeled me. I couldn't help but stare at the incredible contrast my white hands made against his skin, watching my pink painted fingernails dig little marks into his flesh. I was certain that Leon was knocking the wind out of me with each thrust he made, and our mutual exertion was making me gasp for air. I came even as Leon dumped a third load of semen into my loins. Since that time I've learned that men, like any warm blooded male animals, respond to mating in a uniquely competitive way--a way that was established long ago in our mammalian past. When a male watches another male mate with a female he desires, he is immediately ready to move into her and try to impregnate her himself once again. With three black men taking turns fucking me, as soon as one of them finished cumming in me, either of the other two were more than ready to take his place. By the end of that night some six hours later, I was sore, and I was tired. I'd engaged time and again in pure unprotected sex with three eager young men, each one totally intent upon using his eager black cock to knock me up, and I climaxed repeatedly as they filled me with their seed. Strangely enough, I was thrilled by everything that happened to me that night. "When it happens," Tyron said, squatting off to one side, and watching while Quiller covered me. "You may never know for certain whose it is." "What?" I panted through another orgasm. "And it will happen," Quiller added. "Someday soon." Over the next six days, I missed a lot of work. I'd leave the house, pull out my cellular phone and call in sick to work for a few hours or for the whole day. Depending on the day, I might meet all three men at the same time. However, Quiller was very much a morning man. Tyron, of course, peaked in the afternoon, while Leon preferred the evening. Sometimes I'd fuck all three men in the same day, but at totally different times. I remember looking deeply into each man's dark eyes as he came into me, and I tried to imagine a very specific moment in time in which each and every one of my black lovers might have impregnated me. After only three weeks, I purchased a home pregnancy test, and, as soon I tested positive, I set up an urgent appointment with my doctor. My husband was furious when he found out I was pregnant. He demanded to know who the father was. I laughed and asked Ray if he wanted me to bring the fathers to our home and introduce him to them. "Fathers?" Ray gasped. "Fathers! More than one?" I shrugged and then laughed again. "Yes, Ray. More than one." "How many?" "Three. You might say I've been successfully gang bred." "Oh, shit! Oh, shit," he continued to repeat. "Oh, shit!" Wait until he heard the good part, I thought. But I didn't say anything. I needed to make some phone calls first. On the day that I scheduled our meeting, I descended the staircase of our home totally nude. I'd been showering, and all I carried down stairs was my bath towel. My husband rushed into the living room to close the front drapes, so the neighbors wouldn't see me. But I told him: "You might as well leave them open. I've got nothing to hide." "Jesus," Ray railed. His eyes widened as he looked at my cunt. "When did you start shaving your pussy?" "Let's just say you haven't been the most observant person in this house for about three weeks." "I doubt that you've been home for thirty minutes over the last three weeks! What the hell's going on around here?" "We're having company." "Company?" he said. "Who?" He had the curtains closed in record time. "My baby's fathers," I said continuing to dry my hair. "I need a drink." Ray went into the kitchen. I knew he'd shit when he discovered all the malt liquor I'd purchased and stashed into the refrigerator. His voice came crying out of the kitchen. "What the hell is this crap doing here?" If Ray had been a touch more astute, he'd have figured it out from the clues I left him. But astute was not his thing. Ray missed the clues entirely. He was still in the kitchen ranting when a sharp rap at the front door startled both of us. "What the hell, Lynda," he said, slamming the refrigerator door. "Somebody's at the door. You go put some fuckin' clothes on." I had to grin at that one. I was naked. Technically, I did have my fucking clothes on! I could hear him racing out of the kitchen, but by the time Ray got to the living room, he was too late. I stood naked at the front entrance to our home with the door flung wide open so that anybody in the neighborhood could see everything there was to see. But far more important, three hard looking African American men casually sauntered into our house, each one giving me a long kiss or a kiss and a groping feel on my naked body as each man stepped inside. Each of the three men cordially made room for the next man as they reached out for my naked flesh and clung possessively to me. "Wh-what is this?" Ray asked timidly. Tyron was the last man through the door. He wrapped his long arms around my exposed body and gave a tug at my buttocks cheeks. "One of these men is my baby's father, Ray," I replied, still hanging onto each man as they came in. Allowing each black man the right to fondle me in return, I introduced each man to Ray. "Each one of them has given me the best fucking I've ever had in my life." Carefully, deliberately, Tyron, Quiller and Leon grabbed Ray and tied my husband to his easy chair. They told him that he was going to be lucky enough to witness a total re-enactment of how they'd gotten me pregnant. Ray, who was nearing fifty years of age, suffered through watching a four hour marathon of his white wife--that's me--bathing in the potent semen of three healthy young black men less than half his age. Leon, the oldest was hardly in his late twenties. Quiller was older than Tyron by a couple of years or so. Shit, at forty-one, I was nearly twice the age of my baby's fathers. Ray's resentment over my pregnancy and my choice of fathers built up over the next several days. When I went out at night, dressed as I'd never dressed for him, Ray's jealousy became a slow burning rage. He forced me out of my home a few weeks later. It was okay, I told myself. After all it's not like I didn't know it was coming. Quiller let me stay at his place for a little while, but even though I helped out with money, I also paid for my rent with sex. It was good sex, too. Neither of us could deny that. If he ever tired of having me underfoot, fucking his buddies on his bed, while putting on weight from growing more and more pregnant all the damn time; he never said anything. Quiller and I were wonderful lovers, but deep down we knew we couldn't live together. I began to make plans to move before I delivered the baby. My child, Kierra, a Swahili name meaning small dark one, was born last December. The baby's fathers were already there to see her after her birth. Each one smiled knowingly as he looked at her. She's a beautiful little half black baby girl with skin the color of oak and features which look remarkably like her father's. Oh yes, I knew immediately who her father was--other people have often commented on how my baby girl's top lip seems to flare significantly larger than her lower lip. Eventually various members of my family, Ray's family, and a few of my friends and coworkers came to visit me and to gawk at my baby. A few of them may have understood, but most of them were appalled. It was sad. They didn't see the beautiful little girl before their eyes. They only saw her dark skin. The divorce proceedings had begun already, and you can imagine how upset Ray was to learn that according the laws of our home state, he was responsible for child support for the child which was conceived during our marriage, even though it was obvious to everyone that the baby wasn't really his. I knew it wasn't fair, but I needed the money temporarily. We'd work out an equitable agreement somewhere along the line. But now, as I said, my baby and I share an apartment in the college town where my son lives. Ray's child support helps keeps a roof over our head, and I've been able to make ends meet. God! The black students here on campus are gorgeous. Every time I roll my little girl out in a stroller or strap Kierra onto a mommy back pack, I attract the attention of some of the sexiest young black studs you've ever seen. Somehow one look at my tiny dark-skinned Kierra and these young men correctly sniff out the fact that her Mommy's a true slut for black cock. Indeed, as you've probably guessed, some of the bolder males have learned this truth first hand. Oh the places they've put their hands. But I knew I had to go back to work. I've always been a social worker at heart; so lately, I've found part time employment working actively with paroled prisoners in a halfway house facility. The money's not all that great, but the benefits are terrific. Really terrific with a potential for long term benefits, I figured. I have to laugh at the thought of long term benefits. The fact is that I'll be having my second biracial child in another five and a half months. Even though it looks like my old life fell apart when I became a slut for black cock, I wouldn't trade my new life for anything.