There are many advantages to being the black owner of a successful, small company, in addition to the obvious benefits of making a lot of money and being able to enjoy a rewarding and enjoyable lifestyle. I also enjoy being the boss of and having control over my white employees, many of whom are racists. So, I guess that makes me a racist too since I want to exploit their weaknesses and show them who's boss. They probably only submit to working for me because I pay the best wages in area, for their job-skill levels.

My name is Marcus, and my wife, Dedra, and I were forty-two years old at the time of this story. We live in a spacious home on a lake on the outskirts of Birmingham. I own an electronic component manufacturing company on the fringes of the Birmingham metropolitan area. Most of the highly technical components that we assemble are subcontracted to other companies. I employ ten, semi-skilled workers and one engineer who assemble and test the final products for sale and shipment to our customers. And of course, we have several other administrative and support employees.

The company is small enough that I have frequent parties for the employees at our home on the lake. One of the reasons for the parties is to promote goodwill and help to instill loyalty. The other is purely selfish on my part. Most of the assemblers are white, good old boy rednecks who drive jacked up pickup trucks and are in their mid-twenties. Some of them have fine looking redneck wives. Sometime near when we turned forty-one, Dedra’s sex drive all but disappeared. I became attracted to my employees’ wives, some of whom are a little on the trashy side. I developed an almost uncontrollable urge to fuck and inseminate them and started planning how to do it.

These are the kind of women you might see serving drinks in titty bars, working as waitresses in cheap diners, or even as clerks at convenience stores in the country. Many of them have shaggy-cut, streaky, bleached-blonde hair with the dark roots showing, and nice big titties and asses that they like to show off to the customers. I also have the feeling that some of them were cheating with other men behind their husbands’ backs. Those slutty, white women are like a magnet for my big, black cock.

Those Southern country girls are usually flirty with their customers and other men, and they don’t hesitate to talk dirty. Their husbands are confident enough in the control they think they have over their women, that they don’t mind it when their wives dress slutty and show a lot of skin. For some of the men, it's a source of pride when other men drool over their wives. All of that was speculation on my part, and I was anxious to test my theory by seeing if I could fuck one of the wives.

One big advantage that I thought I have with their wives is that I’m the owner and boss. There seems to be a kind of mystique and reverence about bosses, especially with the wives of the employees. It’s natural for the wives to want to suck up to the boss, for whatever benefits that might give their husbands. And it’s human nature for women to be attracted to successful men with money. That’s especially true if the boss is attractive.

I’m a handsome, six feet and two inches tall and one-hundred-and-ninety-pound black man. I have a shaved head and medium skin tone and I am muscular and in good shape. Even though the wives might not like blacks, per se, most of them show me respect, and some even seem to be attracted to me. I tried to help their attraction by obtaining some special musk cologne that I bought online from a company in Germany. It was advertised to have male sex pheromone properties that would attract women, or even some men with homosexual tendencies, and it compliments my natural, black, musky scent.

I started paying close attention to the social interactions of my employees at those parties. I was looking for husbands who seemed more interested in drinking and shooting the shit with their work buddies, instead of staying with their wives. In other cases, I tried to sense when a couple wasn’t getting along so well, and the wife was giving the husband the cold shoulder for some reason. In those cases, I looked for the right opportunity to get the wife alone with me, when Dedra was otherwise occupied being a good hostess.

My first opportunity came at a recent party on Sunday. I was observing a very pretty, voluptuous, twenty-five-year-old wife, named Bobbi Jo, who is married to one of my assemblers, named Dale. She is typical of the wives who are very pretty and have great bodies, as I described earlier. She has what looks like huge, full and round 36DD tits that were almost bursting out of her top, and her shorts were tight and revealed a big camel toe. She definitely has the overall appearance of being slutty and easy to fuck. I knew that they had a baby girl only six month earlier and guessed that she must be breast feeding her. That couple had been apart for most of the afternoon, and when they were together they seemed to be arguing.

I was on the sun deck and waited until Dale was all the way down at the lake with his work buddies, and Bobbi Jo was sitting alone and looking sad at a table. I pulled up a chair next to her and hoped to find a way to get her to talk to me about her problem with Dale.

So, I said, “Hi, Bobbi Jo, you sure look sad sitting over here all alone. Is there anything I can do to help? I like for everyone to have fun at my parties, and I noticed that you and Dale don’t seem to be getting along very well today.”

Her eyes were tearing up and she seemed a little nervous around me when she replied, “Oh hi, Marcus, thanks for noticing. Dale can be such an asshole sometimes. I caught him staring at Tommy Lee’s wife, Norma, a few times. He even admitted it and said that I should lose some weight and look more like her. I mean shit; I just gave birth to our daughter only six months ago, and he should at least like my big tits.”

Bobbi Jo was wearing a tank top, with her braless breasts lewdly bulging out all over, and her thick nipples and big areolas were visibly poking out against the thin material. She's a little heavier than I remembered her being before she became pregnant, but still gorgeous. She's about five feet and six inches tall and must have weighed maybe one hundred and thirty-five pounds. She's lush, voluptuous, and curvy in all the right places, and her ass looked so nice and cushy.

I like women with a little meat on their bones, and she looked fantastic and sexy to me. I made sure that she was watching my face while I openly looked up and down her torso and focused on her breasts, before I smiled and responded, “My goodness, Bobbi Jo, I don’t agree with Dale at all. You can take it from me that you look absolutely gorgeous. I think you’re even prettier and more attractive since having the baby. And never mind Norma, because I’ve had a hard time keeping my eyes off you all afternoon.”

She was smiling and beaming with delight at my compliments and replied, “Wow, Marcus, how nice of you to notice me and say so. I’m glad that at least one man around here appreciates the way I look. Have you really been watching me all day?”

I had noticed her many times but was exaggerating a little about how much I was watching her. I liked the way the conversation was going, though, and decided to continue with my little white lie.

I said, “I don’t know how else to say it, Bobbi Jo, you look absolutely gorgeous and sexy to me, and it's been impossible not to watch you.”

Bobbi Jo blushed at my comment and didn’t seem to know what else to say. I took advantage of the lull in our conversation to think of a way to get her alone. I have an extensive collection of American Civil War relics in my basement, and I was hoping that she would be interested in seeing them.

So, I asked, “Instead of sitting here all alone, would you be interested in seeing my Civil War collection? I don’t show it off very often, but it looks to me like you could use a break from the hot sun for a few minutes.”

She accepted the invitation, and I was almost certain that no one was paying attention to us as I led her down the stairs and under the deck, to the door to our walkout basement. Once inside, I locked the basement door from the inside when she wasn’t paying attention, and then led her to the fifteen by fifteen feet room dedicated to my collection. She seemed a little nervous to be totally alone with a big, black man, but didn’t hesitate to follow me in there.

We looked at several of the weapons, and then she seemed interested in the Confederate officer’s uniform that was displayed on a mannequin. She stepped up close to it and asked why it looked so small. I explained that people back then were smaller than contemporary men and women because of their less nutritious diets. I was standing close behind her when she stepped back and lost her balance. I was there to catch her, and in doing so my hands were positioned on both sides of her torso, just under and in front of her arm pits, and lightly gripping both sides of her bulging breasts.

She stood there frozen for a moment and then said, “Thanks for catching me, Marcus. And what is that interesting aroma?”

I was wearing my special musk cologne, and I was surprised that it was having an effect on her. Most of those kinds of products never perform as advertised. I didn’t put it on very heavily, with just dabs on my neck, chest and groin, and she hadn’t sensed it in the open air outside. However, in the stale air of that stuffy room she couldn't only smell the cologne, but the pheromones must have been having an effect as well.

Her breasts felt so big, warm and firm, and I guessed that they must be bursting with milk after her being at the party all afternoon, with no way to express the milk. I was surprised when she just stayed in my arms, with her back against my stomach, for almost ten seconds. Then she stepped forward and turned to face me. She thanked me again for catching her.

Then she gave me a crooked little, impish smile and said, “Somehow, I don’t think it was such a big imposition for you to catch me like that, Marcus. You definitely got a good feel of my milk-filled tits that you’ve been staring at all day. I liked being in your strong arms, and your stomach felt so firm.”

We both stood there for a few awkward moments, until she reached up and placed her hands behind my neck and pulled my face down towards hers. Our lips met in a soulful, wet kiss, and we were sucking passionately on one another’s tongues, as she mashed her lips against mine. That kiss lasted what seemed like a long two minutes, until she pulled back a little, while still holding onto my neck.

She looked into my eyes and said, “I’ve always wondered if black men would be good kissers with their thick, soft lips. Now I know, Marcus, and that was just wonderful. What else are Negroes good at doing with white women?”

She was turning out to be the trashy and slutty, white wife that I was hoping for. As we began kissing again, I felt confident in exploring her body with my hands. I started by caressing and rubbing her back, letting my hands go lower and lower until I was aggressively rubbing her nice, cushy ass. I even reached farther down, pressing my fingers deep into the cleavage of her ass crack, and lower almost to her pussy.

Bobbi Jo wasn’t resisting me at all, and even began swiveling and gyrating her ass, pressing her pubis against my thigh. We continued our wet kiss, as she moved her arms down to rub my lower back and ass, pulling me more tightly against her. I kept my left hand deep in her ass crack, as I moved my right hand up to rub and fondle her breast. It was obvious that she was getting very turned on as she hugged me even tighter and was breathing hard into my mouth. I could hardly believe that I had that pretty, trashy, white slut in my arms.

I wanted to taste her milk-filled tits in the worst way, so I continued holding her against me as I turned us around and backed her up to an empty display table. I lifted her up and back to sit on the table, and I pulled up her top over those massive breasts. Then I weighted and fondled both breasts in my hands as I leaned down to latch onto her left nipple and areola. The milk began to flow as soon as I started sucking, and it was so sweet and plentiful. She wrapped her left arm around my head to cradle it and to hold me firmly against her, as she reached for my crotch with her right hand.

She wasn’t shy about touching me and was soon rubbing my quickly hardening cock. It is uncircumcised and very thick, and eight inches long when soft. On hard it's a little over eleven inches long, and I have big, egg-sized balls that hang low in my hairy, black scrotum.

She leaned down to my right ear and was panting heavily as she said, “Dale has never sucked my milky breasts that way, and I feel it all the way to my pussy. And oh fuck, Marcus, I can hardly believe the size of your cock!”

Bobbi Jo began to unfasten my belt and pants button as I moved to suck her right breast. She pushed down my zipper and stuck her hand under the waistband of my underwear. Her small hand was warm and felt so good as she moved it past my kinky pubic hair and onto the base of my thick cock. She pushed down my underwear and was holding my hard cock, which was then poking straight out at her.

She began stroking my cock, sliding my precum-soaked foreskin back and forth over my hard, vein-covered shaft. I was still sucking her right breast as she leaned down and kissed the side of my face, before nibbling on my ear, and in a breathy voice saying, “Holy fuck, Marcus, your cock is longer than my forearm and thicker than my wrist. I’ve got to taste that monster and then I want to feel it in my cunt. No wonder white men talk trash about Negroes and don’t want them anywhere near their women.”

We parted momentarily, and I jumped up to sit on the table as she stood in front of me. She leaned down and took the foreskin and head of my cock into her mouth and began sucking me. She took more and more of my thick fuck meat into her mouth as she began fondling my balls, which were hanging down over the edge of the table.

After a few minutes she pulled off my cock and lifted my balls to her lips as she said, “Even your testicles are huge. You must be a real breeding machine with these things.”

She began sucking my hairy, black scrotum, taking one ball at a time into her mouth as she sucked them and felt the texture of my testicles with her tongue. I loved seeing and feeling her trashy white mouth feasting on my black genitals, and I wondered what her husband would think if he saw her sexing a black man. After feasting on my balls for several minutes, she resumed sucking my cock. It didn’t take her very long to able to take about eight inches of my meat, with it pushing partially into her throat.

I was planning on fucking her, but the excitement of sucking her breasts, and then having her suck my cock and balls, brought me past the point of no return. I held her head firmly on my cock as it erupted with a huge orgasm that squirted time after time into her mouth as my cock jerked and throbbed. She seemed to suck even harder when I began to ejaculate, and she was noisily slurping, and swallowing to get it all down.

She was still nursing the remaining seepage from my cock as I said, “Sorry, Bobbi Jo, you’re just so fucking sexy that I couldn’t hold it. Just give me a few minutes to recover, and I’ll feed that nice, white pussy of yours my dark fuck meat.”

She finally stepped back and said, “Holy fucking shit, Marcus! I’ve swallowed a lot of cum in my day, but I’ve never taken a load like that. You flooded my mouth with your thick and tasty cum, and I loved eating it from you.”

We talked for a few more minutes as she casually sucked and licked my soft cock and balls. I was just beginning to get hard again when I heard Dedra calling for me from outside. We had been in the basement together for over a half hour, and I knew that I would have to postpone fucking her. We quickly got dressed and I told Bobbi Jo to go up the stairs into the house, and act like she had just gone in there to use the bathroom. I would go out the basement door and reappear from around the side of the house.

Bobbi Jo and I were able to reappear separately without raising any suspicions, as far as I could tell. We got sodas from the cooler and sat together at the table again. Our relationship was then a lot closer, since I had sucked her breasts and swallowed her milk, and she had sucked my cock and swallowed my cock cream. It had been so easy to approach her sexually, and she didn’t seem to hesitate at all having sex with someone other than her husband.

I wanted to learn more about her promiscuity and said, “That was amazing, and I enjoyed being with you, Bobbi Jo. I can hardly wait to finish what we started. I have to ask, though, was that the first time you’ve cheated on Dale? And if you did it before, was Dale ever aware of it?”

She gave me that impish little smile again and said, “Well, Marcus, that’s a little personal, but I guess since we’ve already been intimate together and I love your big cock so much, I’ll answer that for you. I was a cocktail waitress at a strip club before getting pregnant with our daughter. At that time, we were saving to buy the land where we built our home.”

She paused to take a sip of her cool drink and continued, “I told Dale how I was being offered money by some of the men at the club to have sex with them. He encouraged me to fuck those men, and to make as much money as I could. He even arranged to secretly watch me with some of them, so he could suck my pussy and fuck me afterwards. I know that sounds pretty fucked up, but there’s more to the story. And to tell you the truth, I’m not even sure that Dale is the birth father of our daughter, since I haven’t used birth control since we got married.”

“We've been together since high school, and we had a big group of friends at that time. Four of us couples got together on an all-night campout after our senior prom, and we had plenty of beer and other alcoholic beverages to drink. Everyone got drunk, and then one of the boys suggested that we swap girlfriends, and basically have a big cluster fuck. Dale and I had been fucking regularly since our junior year, and I loved everything about having sex with him. I just loved sucking and fucking his cock.”

“As the night progressed and the boys were taking turns fucking all of us girls, I began to notice that Dale was more interested in watching me being fucked than he was in fucking the other girls. It also seemed that he was paying a lot of attention to the other boys’ cocks. I learned that night that the other boys have much bigger cocks than Dale’s five inches, and I loved the way they felt stretching out my pussy. When there were lulls in the swapping and fucking and we went to our tents with our own dates, Dale surprised me by always diving between my legs to suck my pussy clean for me. I thought that was disgusting at first, and then I realized that it turned me on watching and feeling him debase himself by doing something so nasty.”

She was studying my face to see my reaction to her story, and then concluded, “So you can see why it wasn’t a big deal for him to encourage me to fuck the men at the club, especially with the amount of money they paid me. Since that time, we’ve had a few of his friends over to fuck me, and Dale has even cleaned their cocks for them after sucking my pussy clean. You know some of them from work. Buck and his wife, Georgette, come over quite a bit, and they sometimes bring Jessie and Lonnie, who are single. Dale likes to call our parties swapping, but in reality, the three men are fucking Georgette and me, and Dale is cleaning everyone up with his mouth.”

I was turned on and at the same time shocked to learn that Bobbi Jo is an even trashier, redneck slut wife than I could have ever imagined. And her redneck husband, who seems so macho in public, is a submissive, cock sucking cuckold.

I definitely had to fuck that bitch, and I said, “Holy fuck, Bobbi Jo, that’s an amazing story, and now I want to fuck you even more. When can we get together again?”

She smiled and replied, “Come over to my home at around noon tomorrow. That’s when I put the baby down for her nap, and that will give us at least two hours together. Dale sometimes comes home for lunch, but I’ll tell him not to tomorrow, since I’ll be napping with the baby.”

I could hardly sleep that night, thinking about fucking Bobbi Jo, and it was difficult to concentrate on work in the morning. I showed up at her home at about 12:10 pm, and that little slut opened the door totally nude. Her huge tits looked fantastic and when she turned to lead me to her bedroom, I got a good look at her fantastic ass. I hadn’t seen or felt her pussy the previous day, and I loved her thick, prominent labia that were covered in a neatly-trimmed layer of brown hair. She lay back on the bed and I immediately began feeding on her tits, as I reached down to finger her wet pussy.

After about ten minutes I had suckled both breasts, and Bobbi Jo said, “Let me get another taste of your big, black cock, Marcus.”

My brain was telling me that she is a dirty, promiscuous redneck slut who spreads her legs for almost anyone, and that I shouldn’t have oral sex with her. However, the brain in my cock was telling me that it would be so erotic to eat out a nasty slut like her. I quickly turned around in the bed and pulled Bobbi Jo on top of me. She started sucking my hardening cock, as I got my first taste of her wet, hairy, and well-used cunt. Her pussy smelled a little on the ripe side, but I dove in, covered her labia with my mouth, and began tonguing her hole.

I reached my arms back behind her thighs and pulled her legs around until they were positioned forward under her, which spread her legs, pussy, and ass in front of my face. That caused her to suck my cock even harder, as she fondled my balls. I licked and sucked every inch of her pussy and inner thighs, and then began moving farther back. I saw the puckered star of her asshole, surrounded by her fantastic, cushy ass, and I leaned up and sucked her there.

She squirmed on my face and said panting, “Oh fuck, Marcus, no one has ever sucked my asshole before. You seem to really love eating white pussy and ass. Right now though, Marcus, I’ve got to feel your cock inside of me. Did you bring any condoms with you?”

It never occurred to me to bring condoms to fuck a slutty, redneck cunt like hers. I responded saying, “Sorry, Bobbi Jo, I didn’t think I’d need a condom to fuck a married woman and didn’t bring any.”

She had a look of panic on her face since she was so eager to be fucked and said, “Damn, it’s been ten days since the start of my last period, and you need to wear something. Maybe we can try one of Dale’s condoms. The only problem is that it's a snug-fit brand that is tighter on his smaller dick than regular condoms. Let’s try it, because I need your cock bad right now.”

Bobbi Jo searched through the drawer in the bedside table and came up with one of Dale’s condoms. It was almost comical trying to fit that thing on my big cock. I finally managed to stretch it tightly over my cock head and the first few inches of the shaft, and it almost looked like my cock was wearing a cap.

Then I said, “Well, I’ve got it on, and we’ll just have to hope that it hasn’t been weakened by being stretched this way.”

She lay back on the bed and lewdly spread her legs for me. I moved between her legs and squeezed my big cock head into her labia. She wrapped her legs around my thighs to hold me in place as I continued pressing into her. Despite having a baby and her admitted promiscuity, her pussy felt tight around my cock.

Just before I leaned down to kiss her, she moaned and said, “Holy fucking shit, your cock feels like it's splitting me open. Take it easy until I get used to you thick meat.”

We began a passionate kiss as we had done the previous day, and she sucked my tongue like it was a cock every time I pushed a little more into her. I was finally pressed up against her cervix with only a little over seven inches in her. I kept pushing into her as she pulled me with her legs and swiveled her hips. In just a couple of minutes, her uterus shifted, and I was buried to the balls in her slutty, white cunt. Then I started fucking her with long strokes, and she was writhing with joy on my cock.

There's a mirror on the wall at the head of the bed, and one on the dresser near the foot of the bed. It was so erotic watching my black body on top of a white woman, and aggressively fucking her. I saw from the reflection in the mirror how it looked with her white legs gripping my black thighs, and my thick cock pushing into her tight, white cunt. There were squishy, slurping sounds as my meat moved in her soaking wet pussy, and the room was filled with smells of her fluids and my musky aroma.

I was able to fuck her for almost fifteen minutes, before I felt my ejaculation approaching. She had already had numerous orgasms on my thick cock. As I took the last few strokes before my ejaculation, I felt the wetness of her vagina on my bare cock head, and realized that the condom must have ruptured. There was no way that I was going to stop at that point, and I honestly wanted to flood her unprotected pussy with my seed anyway. Then my cock began to spasm and throb, as I held the head against her cervix, and I filled her adulterous fuck hole with my cum.

She knew from my moaning and the throbbing of my cock that I was shooting my load. Then she broke our kiss and said, “I can feel you cumming inside of me, and the heat of your juices. It’s almost like you’re not wearing a condom, and I feel so wet and gooey inside.”

I stayed inside of her until my cock was totally soft. She released her legs and I pulled out and rolled over to the side. We both looked down at my cock at the same time and saw that the end of the condom had burst and shredded.

Bobbi Jo got a look of horror on her face and said, “Fuck, that’s why I felt so wet inside. Damn, Marcus, you have inseminated my pussy at a time when I could be fertile. I love the feeling of having your cum inside me, but what will Dale do if I get pregnant and have a black baby? Look how your fuck slime is flowing out of me. I better get up and douche.”

Bobbi Jo was moving over to get out of bed, when we heard Dale’s voice as he said, “Damn, baby, I sure picked the right day to come home for lunch. Just stay in bed and let me clean that up for you. How long have you been fucking Marcus? I had no fucking idea that you might be fucking Negro cock. But damn, it was so hot watching his big, black cock fucking your slutty white cunt.”

I lay there stunned for a few moments as Dale climbed on the bed and moved between her legs. He lifted her legs over his shoulders as he dove in and noisily licked, sucked and swallowed my cum. I became amused with the realization that my employee, the racist, redneck husband of a slutty, white wife, was hungrily eating my black nut.

He spent five minutes cleaning Bobbi Jo’s swollen cunt, and then said, “Damn, boss, how long have you been fucking my wife. I’m not upset or anything and I’d really like to clean you up too.”

He moved over and reached for my soft cock, which was still covered with my cum and her juices. He pulled off the broken condom and took my cock into his mouth. He tongued the foreskin to get any of the remaining seepage, and then sucked my cock deep into his mouth. Dale continued sucking me for what seemed like fifteen minutes, until I was hard again. 

Then he said, “Now fuck my whore wife again, so I can see it all up close. I want her on top of me in a sixty-nine, while you fuck her doggy style. Come on, bitch, climb on up here, and suck my dick for me while you’re being black-fucked.”

I started fucking her again, and Dale was sucking and licking her pussy and my cock as I moved slowly in her. He also licked my balls as they slapped against his head and seemed to love every minute of it. Our reflection in the mirror was even more amazing than before, and I loved seeing myself using that redneck couple for my sexual pleasure. I had been fucking her for about ten minutes, when I looked down and saw her pretty little asshole. I placed my hands on either side of her ass cheeks and began massaging them by rotating my hands outward.

I suddenly had the desire to fuck her tight asshole, and I pulled my cock out of her pussy, and used her juices and my precum to lubricate her asshole. She realized what I was doing when I pressed my cock head against her sphincter, and she stopped sucking Dale’s little dick to say, “Be gentle back there, Marcus. I’ve never been fucked in the ass before, and your cock is so huge.”

It was difficult pushing into her asshole, but it finally opened, and I had the head and three inches of my cock in her. I felt Dale down there sucking her pussy, as he watched my fuck meat impale his wife’s ass. I soon had most of my cock in her, and she started fucking back against me to take it all. The tightness of her ass is amazing, and I began to aggressively fuck her. It seemed at first that she was having orgasms from just being fucked in the ass, and then I remembered that Dale was sucking her pussy and clit at the same time. Even though I had ejaculated only a short time before, it only took me another ten minutes to ejaculate and fill her bowels with my fuck cream.

I pulled back out of the way, Dale covered her hole with his mouth, and sucked my cream from her ass. After that he cleaned my cock with his mouth, and we all stayed on the bed to talk. Bobbi Jo then asked Dale, “Everything worked out okay, but why the fuck did you come home for lunch after I told you I would be napping with the baby?”

Dale finished slurping the cum from my foreskin before responding, “I think you outsmarted yourself, honey. At the party yesterday, I noticed many times that Marcus was watching you, probably looking at those big hooters of yours. Then when I went down to the lake, he made his move to come talk to you. I was watching when he led you down to the basement and noticed that after being in there for over a half hour, you came back to the deck from different directions. Knowing what a cock slut you are, I thought that you might have gotten a taste for some dark, Negro meat.”

He paused to suck my balls for a moment and continued, “When we got in the car to go home, I noticed the same unusual, musky scent on you that I smelled on Marcus when we arrived at the party. The final giveaway was this morning when you asked me not to come home for lunch. You’ve never done that before, and I figured that you were going to fuck him while the baby was asleep. I know that I’ve never been a big fan of blacks. It’s just that when I smelled that musky scent again when we went to bed, it was very attractive to me.”

“You’ve fucked so many other men since we started dating in high school, and I thought that it might be interesting to watch you fuck my black boss. And, shit, I had no idea that his cock would be this big. I loved watching your pussy and ass being stretched around his fuck meat, and I’m impressed by the size of his big cum loads. He can fuck you as often as you two want to do it, and I want to watch and participate when I can.”

Dale had to get back to work but being the boss I was able to stay with Bobbi Jo a little longer. She sucked my cock back to hardness, and I fucked her again before I had to leave, just as the baby started crying. Nothing more was said about the broken condom, and I just figured it was their problem if I got her pregnant.

They invited me to come to their home on Wednesday evening, and when I arrived I noticed another truck in the driveway. It turns out that Bobbi Jo had told Georgette about my big cock, and she and Buck came over to experience it. Georgette is just about as slutty and well-built as Bobbi Jo, and I enjoyed fucking her while Buck fucked Bobbi Jo that first time. Dale seemed happy to be the cleanup man and fluffer, and I fucked both women twice before I went home three hours later.

That was the beginning of my sexual relationships with Bobbi Jo and Georgette and their husbands. They eventually invited two other couples from work to join our fuck group, and I was getting all the trashy, white, slut cunt that I could handle. I refused to wear condoms with any of the women, but the only one that had a problem is Bobbi Jo. Two and a half weeks after I fucked her the first time, she missed her period and was confirmed to be pregnant. Everyone assumes that I impregnated her, and we’ll just have to wait and see if she has a black baby. In the meantime, Dale and Bobbi Jo have agreed to raise the child as their own, even if it is mixed-race, and I continue to enjoy fucking those trashy white wives.